Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: LIGHT A PENSEE Poetry Contest
Date:July 28, 2026
Seed Becomes Light
Candle tongue
small sun in ink
he burned twenty hours to wake dawn
darkness cracked like glass before him
night bowed to one man
Poet Note:
This pensee is inspired by Thomas Edison, who worked by candlelight to invent the light bulb.
A murmur beneath the pattern,
a hairline fracture in certainty
no one expected to see.
A sound without a cause,
a tiny flicker of light.
A shadow untethered by reason,
freed from explanation.
Sometimes the smallest crack
in the pattern let's light
slip through to reshape what we know.
We are taught to ignore the unfamiliar,
to dismiss whatever is strange and untamed.
The peculiar, the unsettling
becomes another fault to repair.
We moor ourselves to reason.
Insisting every mystery
must surrender to an explanation.
Yet, many great discoveries began
with someone pausing, noticing,
when dismissal looked away.
Who was the guy who invented time
I would really love a chance to meet him
Maybe find out what he was thinking
Why are there only twenty-four hours
Why can't a day be twelve or thirty
Or...why do we need hours at all
We could or would never be late
Nor could we ever be too early
Think how nice that would be
There would be no tomorrow
And we would never have a yesterday
A lifetime without the rules of time
If only that man could have paused
Maybe just a moment longer to think
If only the tavern didn't have to close
And neither would I
Maybe life would be just a little better
© Poem II/V/MMXXVI
LRET
I am my own invention
I have few moving parts
in the physical sense
I can play love’s shallow, skipping jester
and caper as whimsically as the cuckoo bird’s call
or I can be as impulsive as Jouliet
He wears his charm well
after thin dusk
as the moon is cued
and longing gently serenades
like the touch of night air
our touches are not soft
but strong and pure
how summate is our commitment
to a miraculous physicalness
as we solve love’s perfect equations
something erotic, physical or spiritual
seems to be accomplished
as lust’s spotlight fades
and moonlights exchanged
for something blue
we lay half asleep
as the dawn wins its queue
and I am only me again.
.
.
A song for this:
Femininomenon by Chappell Roan ??
Reminder: it's coming up on Valentine's Day..
(Sappho and Leuceus drunk,fighting over who invented the Stanza)
Lesbos howls with song and mgosi tonight,
Leuceus thumbs the table-claims my Stanza his,
I toss my hair,sip the sqo,my daughter lightning-
Let Ogun decide!
He stutters of meters,I of love divine,
He waves his laptop,I smash my Zamalek beer glass to silence
The gods choke at their peptic ulcers-
Mami Wata takes sides.
Tomorrow the'll call me fallen,sinner,muse of rain,
But in their shame,they'll still steal my rhythm,
He'll drown in envy's cup,Ill wake to babalazi
Makoti sing my song
Explanation of words
mgosi-gossip
sqo-as in traditional beer
Zamalek: Black Label Carling beer
Ogun: The god of war
mami wata:mother of water is a symbol of beauty and that's all men want to hear
babalazi-a massive hangover
makoti- ''Maak ons tee'' in Afrikaans meaning ''Make us tea''.This is what will happen to school dropouts;just think about the fate of this one: a young married woman supervised by a grumpy old woman who complaints about anything under the son.
Faith — a sudden Remedy —
Applied — without a Scar —
The Patient wonders — if it heals —
Or magnifies — the War —
The Candle — shows a narrow Room —
But darkens — all the Sky —
The Needle — points a certain North —
Yet trembles — if you try —
Belief — a timid Architect —
Constructs — without a Plan —
And when the Roof — collapses —
No Tenant — but the Man —
Faith is a fine Invention —
To satisfy the Blind —
But those — who seek a larger Proof —
Must frame a sterner Mind —
They moved like dawn through shadowed years,
With quiet hands and blazing hearts,
Their dreams outshone the weight of fears,
They rewrote fate in fractured parts.
Marie lit atoms' trembling core,
Her lantern glowed through science' veil;
While Rosa sat and shook the war
Of silence—made the strong rails pale.
Malala, bright with sharpened pen,
Still sings where tyrants silence books;
Jane healed the lives of chimp and den,
With patient heart and watching looks.
Ada wove numbers into flight,
A code that danced before the light—
They rose like stars from time's deep sea,
And left a map for you and me.
Of all the inventions which have
blessed mankind o’er countless years
The port-a-potty alone reduces me to tears
As Far as our Eyes will see,
In a Vast, and seemingly
endless World
to the Future’s greatest of Extents,
in a little Hut,
Hidden in a Swamp,
Lies little Old
Ms.
Garratha.
with the few who Reside
alongside.
They Eventually found
a Beautiful spring,
during their driest of seasons,
although seasoning doesn’t matter --
when It’s Wet twenty-four --
Seven.
The Decision to have a whiff,
without a -- Sniffer, may Just have been
the primary decision
For
Why this whole
story
Started.
Beginning with Licks,
progressing to Great
Tastes,
Has Brought together,
the
new Holy,
Wooly Serpent.
As No one has
seen
A serpent of coat,
since;
How often can you
find --
one of this Kind?
They Just so Happened
to
Land this amazement,
as For the water,
was not salty
At All.
Nor Was it clean, of
every Potential,
creating the Monster, Seen.
An ancient Serpent’s hair,
clogged much of its
safety,
and this water,
had much of
serpent’s Father.
His scales and much
Rein.
Slithering Out of this sort-of Creation,
came
Serpent Himself,
Shining without,
armour.
Silence mourning, you who've borne no children;
mute derision and bear it no longer.
Beg not for mercy if you are barren
for barreness may prove you the stronger.
Your fruit lies in the way which you conquer
scorn - apparent un-productivity.
Another's offspring - your proclivity.
Teach them truths which bearers fail to mention;
teach self-discipline as necessity.
Deliver well, mothers of invention.
A sleuth who thought truth too uncouth
Invented a villain named ‘Ruth’.
Her crimes, though quite quaint,
Compelled him to faint,
Reviving his nerves with vermouth.
motived by his desire to appeal to women
there attention her affection and her approval
it had been said je was nicer to women than men
it made it easier to those who oppose him to speak
against his personal desires and wants
at the heart of being a legitimate interesting person
who's interest allows those who share certain interest
to share moments and intimacies
those with a more intelligential knowing would probably
differ there opinion and look toward the needs of the man
and how the women he attracts meet his needs and wants
and find why other would wish take both who
and want he desires
any activity about interest both active and inactive
" The Clague of Desires" from GioCoso Barcarolle to
the neutralization of a note to advise accent to sforganzo were
ostinato is consistent from both ends
(from each beginning (than centered) to an end to began again)
(Poseidon (Neptune) began training to appeal to
The Goddess who were attracted to Pele)
They sipped wine on Curtis Creek
until Pele wished a certain Goddess as his own)
the notion
of genius
contributes
to
success
with
the ambiguous
in
appropriate
metaphorical
interpretation
of
erstwhile
aesthetics
within
tumulutous
emotions
I’ve just invented something that I think you will applaud
I cannot tell you what it does or even what it’s called
I made it out of bits and pieces found up in my loft
I stuck a switch on one end and some sponge to make it soft
It has no moving parts so there’s no need for messy grease
I’ve hammered in some screws and nails so there’s no missing piece
It doesn't buzz or rumble… if it did you wouldn’t feel it
And as its purpose is unclear nobody’s gonna steal it
I painted one half red because the other half is green
My grandma said that colour combo simply can’t be seen
I didn’t have a plug so I won’t ever plug it in
And so you can be sure that it won’t make an awful din
It won’t wake up at five a.m. and get you out of bed
And if you wear it like a hat it won’t mess with your head
It’s wood and plastic, bits of tin, assorted nuts and bolts
It’s also very safe because it uses zero volts
If I could ever switch it on would it spring into life
Would it be an aide for me or useful to my wife
And could it be the best invention nobody has seen
I’m so proud of my red and green, invisible machine
Invention of man
A marvel of ***** genius,
Some spring mere fun.
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