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the woman’s opulence did not mean she would be haughty and uptight
some wealthy people are not rude, selfish and snotty
I decided to give the woman a fair chance
She talked down to me as if I was a worm crawling out of an alley
That must have been an accident
I gave her another chance
She made a snide remark about my background
Which she does not know
Her disdainful smile would have been impossible to miss
Even if I could have ignored her supercilious attitude
and her rude words
“was she kind?” my grandmother asked me.
“You will have to find out for yourself,” I told her.
Within minutes of their conversation I saw my grandmother pop her eyes.
We left right away, for we had come up with the same conclusion
This snob was not worth our time.
A Teardrop
I slipped on a teardrop
and landed on entrance of your heart.
I did not get hurt,
but you were alert.
So I made a stop.
You cast a hesitant glance aslant.
A teardrop sparkled to enchant
me, about to slip down.
You made a fake frown.
In vain I tried to grope .
Then ventured to gallop
over each wobbling.
I fell in love, My Darling!
I slipped on a teardrop
and landed at entrance of your heart.
Open the door, do not shut.
Do not put me apart.
The event should not go flop.
.
Please do reciprocate.
Do not judge or hesitate.
It is a sweet accident.
Cheers! Do not stay indolent.
I have placed you on top
of each yearning.
I fell in love, My Darling!
I slipped on a teardrop
and landed at entrance of your heart,
My Sweet Heart!.
My zeal I will exert
to feel me as your prop.
Teardrop though soft, yet ruthless
has made me absolutely restless.
I cannot resist myself.
It is you, who can help!
Let our love glow in pomp.
Your eyes are now shining,
I fell in love, My Darling!
06/21/16
Fifth Place
Sponsor Broken Wings
Third Place
' YOUR CHOICE (5) Contest by Brian Strand
(This is a fictional poem)
A mother and daughter had a terrible accident when they went for a drive.
The mother perished and the little girl was barely alive.
Lindsay Lohan stopped to see if she could help.
When she saw this poor little girl, her heart began to melt.
She rode in the ambulance and held the girl's hand all the way.
Things looked bad but Lindsay didn't give up hope on this day.
Lindsay is the little girl's idol and that's what gave her the strength to pull through.
She loves Lindsay and Lindsay loves her too.
I'm very happy that her life didn't end.
Now she and Lindsay are the best of friends.
Form:
The headlights were upon me, with no time to react
My mind and body shut down, so I never felt the hard impact
I remembered not using my seatbelt; I didn’t want to wrinkle my new suit
I was being honored for an accomplishment in my lifelong work pursuit
When my life flashed before my eyes, I was disappointed with what I saw,
There was no rhyme to its reason; there were no answers to any cause.
I saw a lifetime of selfishness with vanity as its only gain
I prayed for a miracle to allow me to change my awful aim
The first lights that I saw looked like heaven’s pearly gates
Then I heard those beeping sounds from hospital machines that I hate
No one was in the room with me, for reasons my vision made perfectly clear
But I had been given a second chance and there was nothing left for me to fear
It took a year for me to recover, with plenty of scars to mark the way
But now I had a mission; I visited the children’s ward almost every day
I met a lovely therapist who soon would be my beautiful wife
And now I had new purpose to go along with my brand new life
The papers all reported about the horrific accident that I had
They said it changed a corporate mogul into a simpleton, gone half-mad
I gave away all my money to charities that wear other peoples' names
But I am richer in my poverty than at any other time in this game
I give thanks to that driver, who fell asleep behind the wheel
And I don’t care that there’s no one who quite understands just how I feel
The old me died that night and as answers to my desperate prayers
A man with rhyme to reason is now left standing here
A man woke up one day
Lost in inner space
Went so far down
The proverbial rabbit hole
That he did not know
Where he was
Nor what time it was
Nor when it was
As he stared out
At a bewildering world
A world lost in inner space
Deep down in his dreams
Filled with nightmarishly real
Monsters, demons and ghostly apparitions
He saw them and began running
Running running running
With the hell hounds behind him
Leading him to the edge
of the pits of hell itself
abandon all hope
ye who enter here
the sign read
above the entrance to the pit
and there was a devil standing there
armed with a clipboard
and a computer spreadsheet
Satan was the ultimate bureaucrat
Name barked the devil
Date of Birth ?
Date of Death?
Don’t know? That won’t do at all
Hmm
Car accident due to drunk driving
And you killed a child
Bad on you
But here in hell
The punishment fits the crime
And the devil laughed
Joined in by the hell hounds
And other nightmare creatures
A bell ran out
In the purple crystalline sky
And slowly the worlds receded
And he found himself alive
In his room
And vowed
That today
Was the day
He would quit drinking
Quit taking drugs
And quit chasing strange woman
And having wild libertine sex
He picked up the phone
It was Satan’s aid
Be careful what you vow
We are listening
If you fulfil your vows
You might find yourself
Escaping life in Hell
It is up to you to choose
And the man got dressed
Went to work
Thinking deep thoughts
And drove off a cliff
And back down the endless
Worlds within worlds
John had an accident with a motorbike,
Which left him paralysed from the waist,
So since then Sonar’s have been his like,
Three to five sailor boats which haste.
He’s from Sunderland and he trains hard,
At Weymouth & Portland Sailing Academy,
Born in February 1972 on the 11th card,
He sails with mates Stodal, Thomas manly.
In the fine Disabled World Championships,
In the mixed sonar, 2003 Athens, Greece,
The team of three won bronze for their lips,
‘Cos their team work paid off with grease.
2005 and Sonderborg in southern Denmark,
The trio took the gold, so 2006 and Australia,
Perth, the three took another gold quark:
2010 in Medembilk, Holland, silver weather.
In 2011 in Weymouth, Dorset in England,
The three of them made the silver position,
And in 2012 at Charlotte Harbour’s sand,
They gave a fine bronze medal exposition.
In the London 2012 games they came in 5th
So 9th in Rio, and John also plays tennis,
No phobias, his hero’s Valentino Rossi, pith,
And his favourite venue is Perth, simply bliss.
Written: June 07, 2025 for contest sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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If hopes are meant to fade,
cling to them tightly.
Life is a bird with broken wings—
It cannot rise.
Cherish your aspirations,
for they vanish when least expected.
Life is a barren field,
swallowed by shadows.
A landscape carved from disappointment,
sorrow, and silent weeping.
Years spent enduring hostility.
No angels remain,
and the cruel often prevail.
Yet beyond fear, beyond loss,
the universe turns, indifferent.
I can never grasp why I exist.
Gravity presses against me—
I close my eyes, drowning in silence.
Wounds etched upon my wrist
whisper stories of battles unspoken.
Life seeps into my heart,
and I cannot fight it.
I am the one who cries himself to sleep,
haunted by hurdles that creep in shadows.
Steel meets rubber—no raw chance.
A flash of tempers,
the sharp spark of collision.
Truth may reveal itself
unparalleled ~
Rare, fleeting—extraordinary.
Serendipity belongs to those who dare.
To find a soulmate is a chance gift,
a quiet miracle.
You search without knowing
what you have needed all along.
Moments of fortune do not arrive
without hardship.
A single card can turn stone to gold,
A blind introduction can lead you
to something familiar,
yet entirely raw
If your star aligned with Mars
on that one, untamed day,
life hands back only
what you offer.
Mishaps will always exist—
swing too wildly,
and you hit the dirt.
So scrutinize before you leap,
before your feet leave the ground.
Some loves are built to live.
Is there an alternative to destiny?
Celestial beings hum in idyllic order.
But if you crash recklessly,
collide with another
on cold asphalt—
was it ever an accident?
Your car may remain unscathed,
yet the impact lingers.
And accidents—
they will always occur.
There will always be marks,
and everything will
eventually align.
Thirty years ago today, millions of people were surprised.
Christopher Reeve fell off a horse and he was paralyzed.
Reeve's accident occurred on May the 27th of 1995.
The accident didn't kill him, he was able to survive.
He survived for nine years and he spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Life was once great for Christopher but his life became so unfair.
When he had his accident, he was paralyzed from the neck down.
When he died, I felt sad because he would no longer be around.
Even though Reeve got hurt, he didn't give up, he went on with his life.
We had to say goodbye to him and we had to say goodbye to his wife.
People were devastated when his life came to an end.
Christopher wasn't just an actor, he was also a friend.
[Dedicated to Christopher Reeve (1952-2004) who died on October 10, 2004]
Maria Flores
1878-1923
Si, he was muy macho!
I was the last to see him.
Before Senor White sealed his body for eternity,
Inside the cheapest casket I had ever seen!
And I was working there, for White-Emerson,
From the time I was 16,
Combing the dead’s hair, and mixing make-up.
Señora White, she put the make-up on their faces,
And I stood back by the door and watched.
At first, it was two or three bodies a week,
Mostly white folk, stiff and cold as ice;
They were Whittier people I did not know;
Older folk with life’s road behind them,
And young childer, brought in by wailing parents,
Dead from sickness and accident.
I prayed for these poor people because they were sad.
Later, the visits of the ever-marching dead,
Became a more common event,
Every day he, Señor White, brought the dead in,
Every day I combed their hair.
This I did until I myself died in 1923,
Giving birth to my still-born son.
Then it was my turn for Señora White,
To apply my face with fake life;
Her creams, rinses and perfumes, magically,
Made me appear as alive as I was.
But oh, I wish now to trick fake death,
And live again,
Be there again,
Down in the dark embalming room,
There at White Emerson, with him.
Si, he was muy macho!
And yes, I was the girl to love Roscoe last!
Me, a nobody Mexican with little money.
Shh, let us whisper now.
Let us be quiet and honest;
I was the last one to coddle him there,
The last to stroke his lifeless bill,
My eagle of a man!
There in the still darkness,
He, the most handsome boy,
My eyes had ever seen!
Dead and lifeless there,
In my secret embrace!
Dead in my controlling grasp!
I combed his locks for two hours,
And prayed, yes, I prayed,
For his departed soul, and body too,
For, let it be known to all,
For it no longer matters at all,
I was the last girl to have him.
Muy Macho!
I nearly lost her in a car accident a couple of years ago, so now she's even more
precious!
You are so beautiful -
Your green eyes nestle below dark lashes
as you view the world with youthful vision.
You are so beautiful -
as you light up the room with your entrance
and entrance its occupants with your smile.
You are so beautiful -
deliciously scatty flying in and out of
our home and our hearts with energetic vivacity.
You are so beautiful -
your capacity of embracing opportunity
and success is unsurpassed and touching.
You are so beautiful -
you still get childishly excited by the snow:
your voice aglow as you tell me on the 'phone, 'it snowed!'
You are so beautiful -
even when you annoy me and we shout
I love you more than life itself, for you are mine.
You are so beautiful -
silent tears as I write this, but they are proud,
loving tears, tears because you truly are
My beautiful daughter.