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Hi there, it's me, the older me
I guess by now you have forgotten me
It's been a while, and our behaviour and style have improved and changed
With years and experience, we have evolved and grown
Let go and rearrange
Accept and be favoured and blessed
So much so that I can write and say, Girl, you are the best
Throughout every adversary and test
You managed to conquer and overcome each battle with strength and great determination
I cannot wait to hear your explanation
What brought us here to this divine celebration
Whereby the older me awaits the information
That is about to be my greatest achievement and aspiration
Older me by faith and hope
Knowledge and wisdom
Willingness and determination
Patient and forgiveness
Acceptance and knowing when to let go
You have made it through the new age dimension
The Awakening of the modern-day matrix system
Where both the spiritual and physical world are now one
The season of supernatural extraordinary events and sightings
Whereby nothing remains a myth
Older me, hold onto your spiritual beliefs and remember
Yah, words: no season lasts forever; this too shall pass.
As morning arises and grogginess continues to overtake
The smell of something brewing suddenly helps one to awake
Stumbling Down the stairs with eyes sunk low
A Sweet aroma lets each subject know
That sips of glory are just about to be there
The tortuous suddenly becomes the hare
Black with sugar some days cream
A symbol of the American dream
Oh how the warmth flowing down ones slide
Quickly sparks a mental drive
Cup half-filled than a cup filled to the top
The day starts off with this essential stop
To the kitchen with excitement at hand
Only a true coffee drinker would understand
Roosted beans with a variety of flavors to fit each soul
Charged and ready the consumers goal
The king of the castle
The queen of the pot
I pity the person who goes shopping Sunday and Monday morning realizes what they forgot,
So thank you God for roosted plants that deliver stimulation,
And early morning motivation,
A College student’s dearest friend,
For once you start drinking coffee you’re never going to want it to end.
written by:sabina nicole
Piercing screams slice the air
Creating a sense of joy with laughter
Coloring the moments in exhilaration
Left behind from some child’s imagination
Echoes of small feet darting and sprinting
Leaving stirrings of complete abandonment
The knowing that comes from sharing hours
Spent in breathless bliss, creating wonders
That last through the day and well into night
Stabbing at the hot sun and startling the stardust
Twinkles of a night breaking into angelic song
One little girl holds the jump rope’s end
As another child skips to the beat of its spin
Leaving another girl waiting by the oaks
Hoping to take a turn when the time is right
A small boy holds a ball and seems intent
On tossing it across the grassy field
Where so many others have played this game
Before, moving to the bases and shouting
With enthusiasm… children filled with elation
Dancing in waves of lavender and rose, azure tones
Caress the buttery sun with sincerity that comes
From knowing this is a day about to be spent swirling
Twisting and turning, spiraling out of control, thriving
In the kind, but fleeting hours that awaken gladness
And soothe the soul in seas of compassion and creativity
Discovered on the wings of fairies and friends who grow up
Together, on the playground that holds such charming memoirs
On this playing field, this playground, every soul is essential
A thought expressed by the one who knows that this world
Dances to life when their feet hasten across fresh grass
Leaving only the dreams to last beneath the melodies of dew
And sun, rain and moon, starry nights when every thought knows
The playground is where a yearning goes to find love alive inside
It is captured in the reflection of laughing eyes on every smile
From child to child – playing out the song inside their hearts!
On the playground… there is butterfly dreams and kisses
From a breeze that whispers of serenity which brings
Faithful friends together on wonderous wings of innocence
On the playground… there is pure love
Playground Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shreya LN
June 13, 2021
In these uncertain times seemingly
ever harder to predict and navigate
what on earth we are about to be hit
with or be faced to deal with next
It's nice to know there are something's
we can still reply upon seldom never
change remain the same and in doing
so keep us sane
Like you Charl my friend who I have
come and got to know since you
we're that little boy in short pants
at school my mother took to her heart
Loved reggae and came with us on
holiday to Durban , you who when
we went to the bowling club for
breakfast started cleaning up the plates
The poor boy that went to church who
they then dismissed and all looked
down there nose's at
As they did not or were unable to
without giving you a chance based
solely on judging a book by its cover
Never got to see or witness just how
good and massive heart you indeed
possess
Well that's their loss shame on them
Because if they had they like I would
have found someone who is in essence
selfless possess the gift of humility
in spades
Has a kind heart and treats
people with respect and a has a
caring emotional nature
That is why I see you not as merely
just a friend but rather as an extended
member of my family and not only me
but so does my mom as well
And once again hopefully I pray this
fact above all else will remain in tact
for many a long year to come
Long after you're pant need turning up
and reggae comes back in fashion
Any fool can write , quote and utter
word's in order to gain favor despite
them being inherently fake so have
no meaning at all
If actions not word's be the grade to
distinguish and benchmark one's character
upon
Then I have seen enough of you in action
over these past many a year to know one
thing for certain and sure
You Charl are one of those rare few
good truly genuine people in life if
you come across and get to know
You should count and thank your
lucky star's blessed to have met
YeeHaw! We are about to be entertained with America's favorite sport!
No, it ain't football, baseball or basketballs bouncin' on the court.
Nor is it soccer, wrestlin', NASCAR racin' or tennis whereof I speak.
Nae! 'Tis the inane antics of politicians we'll watch as our votes they seek!
With bated breath we'll watch debates where buckets o' mud they'll sling,
Babblin' on and on about big schemes that in the end don't mean a thing!
They'll promise us anything, anything they think we ought to hear,
Includin' a rooster in every pot, more welfare and free pilsner beer!
We'll receive tons of useless stuff this election year in our mail slot,
Touting stellar records - no way to believe whether it's true or not!
People will be bangin' on our doors and buggin' us on the phone,
All pleadin' for our votes - all I'm pleadin' for is to be left alone!
We'll see Oberman and Matthews from the left spewin' venom,
And Limbaugh, O'Reilly and Beck from the right goin' after 'em!
There'll be vacuous panels on cable news includin' contradictions.
Self-appointed prognosticators will charm us with their wild predictions!
Politicians promise never to raise our taxes lookin' us dead in the eye.
We've heard that one too often - they'll increase them bye and bye!
I suppose we'll have to abide the hoopla and circus atmosphere.
After all, there are few other sports to entertain us at this time of year!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I send this message into eternity, infinity
for it is said loudly that the end of the world is here
I am not afraid of death, extinction, eternal night
as once, I stood at the gates of Heaven
but they did not open, unfurl for me
it was not time . . . until now
O, I will miss the sunrises and sunsets
walks in forests lush, rippling waters
and lovely birds singing in the tangled trees
crunching leaves beneath my feet
all these things . . .
All my memories will be gone
all the pictures in my mind never to be viewed
and the mightiest buildings will fall
walls will crumble into decay
the streets empty of humanity, cars rusty shells
and our existence will be erased
and Earth will just disappear . . .
I do not regret a moment
for even the saddest experience is part of living
and perhaps I will find Heaven
this life is about to be extinct
and I do not fear its end
for there is a great peacefulness
waiting beyond this realm . . .
I send this message into eternity, infinity
for it is said loudly, that the end of the world is here
the extinction of mankind
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January 2, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Extinction, Eternity and Infinity
Copyright Protected, ID 16-740-862-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Extinction,
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Fourth Place
Always following company policy
you set a good example and it showed
qualified at your level of incompetence
while rather than carry the can
you continued to kick it down the road
and I'll be the first to say I'm last in line
on the lower echelon boot-licking list
but please trust and do keep in mind
by me the cheeks of your behind
are not about to be bussed or kissed
I know at work I am junior-most man
on the promotion ladder totem pole
but on the whole you've surrounded yourself
with employees who are quite inferior
and tho' overall you may be the boss
no you are not my superior
So many documented cases when hope,
Was prematurely extinguished by Doctors,
So many documented cases when hope,
Was about to be extinguished by law,
But before sentence could be carried out on hope,
They witnessed hope's flame burning brighter than ever,
Resulting in more questions than answers on the nature,
And purpose of hope.
As far as faith in miracles is concerned.
Yet I still have no definitive answer to my question,
Should we ever decide when others should give up hope,
Except that to err is human,
And forgiveness of those who get it wrong,
Or have clear evidence that hope has moved on,
And hidden it for misguided or mischievous reasons,
May be the only way,
With hopefully a realization over time that hope,
Albeit fickle or not, is what keeps many a human in the game,
Long enough for miracles to come to fruition.
In the Marvel comic, the unique character,
represented by myriad of persona of superhero Mark Spector,
an American mercenary who turns into Moon Knight,
the avatar of the Egyptian moon God, Khonshu.
When the earth is threatened by the destructive forces,
Khonshu makes Mark to wake up in his grave,
and get the mental message of being assigned the task
by resuming life for the duty as the defender of the moon.
For the protection of the endangered earth,
Khonshu transmits his power to Moon Knight,
who enhances the fighting dexterity and mental might
by acquiring the potent strength of the Iron Fist.
After the statue of Khonshu seems to have exploded,
the force brings Mark back to life through resurrection.
He suffers from delusive dissociative identity disorder,
and finds the statue getting fully repaired and reinstalled.
Khonshu pleads for the safety of Moon Knight’s life
when he is about to be killed by Daredevil,
who ultimately agrees to set him free,
for he finds him transformed into the moon God.
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March, 23, 2023
Contest : Marvel Superheroes Supervillains and Superanimals
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
It started it's journey with grace,
venturing into the ocean formed by
droplet of happiness,sorrow,good,evil,
love,wisdom,birth,death,to be ultimately
called by one single name,The Ocean of Life.
Packed with boarders who were beautiful poets,
this majestic Queen had one little difference,
the boarders were crew themselves,who with their
constant individual effort kept this vessel moving forward.
It was all going well,until in some unfortunate way,
petty differences proliferated almost amongst the entire crews,subliminally
perceiving themselves as boarders,they
forgot their true roles and unconsciously steered the
vessel into the perilous region of the iceberg.
The fateful day finally arrived,when the collision occurred,
the distress signal was about to be given,when
some brave crews proclaimed their intention to steer
this vessel to the nearest land,inspired by this act of
courage all the others joined in putting aside their
differences and somehow the vessel survived.
Still recovering from the effect of the collision,this
injured Queen is repaired by the same old crews and some
fresh energetic new ones,but suddenly the same old problems
have crawled out again,exploring the history of the past incident,
a lonely crew somehow notices them and decides to share his warning message.
Inspired by Sir Dementrios's excellent poem "In the name of God"
I would hate to see this pure poetic sanctuary be tainted by some petty wars among poets.Please poets cast aside your differences and inhale the scent of the heavenly breeze that flows in this place.