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if zee al chemist trump doth win go hide in the bunker
to save your ass
brace yourself as this don holed
confabulates that gold iz brass
and conjures prestidigitation
like spinning false hoods in2 truth - crass
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a synonym force head fabricator -
will threaten democracy, thus be afraid
as this pompous voice quotes
from hiz playbook, which = a charade
the hard core truths, he
(who i liken to the plague) doth evade
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and dreams up fault of Barack Obama
for extinction of dinosaurs,
crucifixion of Jesus Christ
down fall of the Roman Empire,
or far tethered Fred Flintsone ca fetching an escapade
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yea...this rip pub lick'n presidential contender
evinces a psyche that did brexit n got frayed
building and monopolizing castles in the sky -
nonexistent as a grade
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school fib - or donning role
as play ground bully teaming with ivan
the terrible to dominate the greensward
in the above fiction, but...man
that loose canon dressing his
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"make america great again" gag line - whar i ran
and mid eastern countries will rise
as one cheering him as star of global hit parade
despite any raging oppositional pandaemonium
birth er ring a conflagration
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kenya believe the world acquiesces
to thine projected masquerade
blocking im grate shunning crowds -
which number of people rival in size
taller (if stack one atop thee other)
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than the trump tower casino or high rise
with his signature - hm...mebbe funds provided
by drug lords, the swedish house mafia
or terrorist ties???
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whom security details silence by tossing a hand grenade
sham on you Potemkin village people for quaffing draughts
from elixir purportedly to transform visage with trademark
swept back, wavy and coiffed hirsute.
Form:
As a vermillion Sun feigns its death,
daylight acquiesces to Night's might.
And with a propensity for red,
Sol colors clouds, cerise, and crimson.
Day dwindles, as flashing fireflies set
twinkling lights flickering on the scene.
And an austere, featureless landscape
morphs into a field of pixie dust.
Nature imbues the Night with subtle
scents of honeysuckle and wild rose.
And a mix of exotic odors,
of lesser-known, more infamous plants.
Contrary to popular belief,
stinging nettles bear scented flowers.
And as their fragrant blossoms open,
they release a pleasant aroma.
A gold filigree moon gilds the waves,
as moonbeams dance on rippled waters.
And dark silhouettes, like smudged shadows,
merge: within Night's ebony embrace.
Slipping slipping sweet summer is slipping away,
Ebbing into the ocean of my memories.
Palpable is my changing mood when all too soon,
The Equinox arrives to l e n g t h e n shadows.
Enticed by cooler days and nights,
My birth month acquiesces, then brilliantly begins
Bursting forth in bright beguiling hues!
Elegies evoked in me by summer’s leaving still linger in my poetry.
Resolved to all of it - at last - I turn to the revelry of fall festivities.
Written 8/9/2015 Originally For the Birth Month Acrostic Poetry Contest
Now for Julia Ward's Your Favourite Poem From AUGUST 2015 Contest
A scarlet sun bleeds onto a pink sky,
behind branches of a majestic oak.
And shadows ink its leaves in silhouette,
as lonely crickets chirp; and bullfrogs croak.
I hear the treetops swaying in the breeze;
and a brook, babbling, with a southern drawl.
But they're lost to the quiet of the night;
as time slows to a perceptible crawl.
When adventurous moths take to the air,
acrobatic bats hunt them down mid-flight.
And as darkness descends like a curtain,
twilight acquiesces to the night's might.
A quicksilver moon pools amidst the clouds;
dripping drops of sunlight onto the lake.
And all the cosmos begins to glitter;
as billions of sleeping stars slowly wake.
A lone owl's haunting hoot empowers dusk,
to extinguish the last lingering light.
And diurnal animals go to sleep,
as Nature silently whispers goodnight.
Surrendering innocence;
lust acquiesces to sin.
And fuels fledgling feelings;
convinced love will always win.
You revel in the pleasures
inflated egos conceive.
Yet, wooed by convincing lies:
you find emotions deceive.
And it hurts to play the dunce;
watching your dreams fall apart.
But it is not the first time
sadness has broken your heart.
Somewhere between frowns and smiles,
there's a place where doubts take shape.
And they can drive you to tears;
seeking a means of escape.
Praying for help from above,
you admit you've made mistakes.
And yet, you still long for love,
as suddenly, Hope awakes.
When I was in grammar school
There simply wasn’t any tolerance for students talking back
The religious sisters at our Catholic school were very strict (in part because they had charged over dozens of students per class)
Order and protocol were paramount
I can’t imagine my fourth grade self ever openly questioning a religious sister
So
I am amazed at the persistence of the mother in today’s gospel
As she talks back not to the Mother Superior but to Father Christ
No less!
Father Christ eventually acquiesces
Praising the determined Mother for her great faith
Where did she get such faith
courage
Perhaps mother’s bravery
Determination are due to her unconditional love for her daughter
If a mother’s love is so incredibly powerful
How much more powerful must Eternal God’s love for each of us be
Father Christ
Please help me strengthen my faith
To love you more each day
Terence Hegarty
Turned to Poetry: Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Poetry Form: Free Verse/Narrative
Date turned into Poetry: 8032024
Time turned into Poetry: 8pm
its threadbare blanket taints the sunset
masking the eyes of evenings predators
slowing the pace of the days heartbeat
holding in its grasp a troubled darkness
soft-petaled flowers warily close their eyes
seeking the solace of denial
tree top chatter ceases – acquiesces
to the dwindling warmth of presence
dusk, a lie told to eager believers
yellow eyed hermits blinking in the tall grass
creeping into the no man’s land of darkness
tongues and whiskers test nocturnal skills
howls and squeals of darkness in the darkness
as the gloaming drops its quilt upon the night
©7/18/2018
for Dusk or Dawn – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Emile Pinet
Good night my playful heart, waltz merrily in fairy dreams
Reveling in memories of beloved blissful blossoming springs
Engaging her wishes in music of gentle whispering winds
Ascending to ecstasy, eliciting elatedly what romance is
Traversing the night-sky, stargazing in her doting company.
Exhilarating in her imagination of euphoric utopian abode
Sketch for me what you mean by paradisiacal place on earth
Captivating sensuous desires longing to inhabit Elysium,
Affirm to my anxious world: fantasy never dwells in sorrow
Playing for her on keys of piano, pleadings of my eternal hope
Ecstatic to awaken me, when she acquiesces to call of love.
January 11, 2020
Poem of the day on January 13, 2020
Placed 1st: Great Escape poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 3rd: Strand any form contest by Brian Strand
"Halcyon moments are privileges for the destitute.", by the poet
The nectarous voices are whispering bye,
as seasons substitute one for the other,
remodeling landscapes harmoniously,
~~subtle surrenders,
A balmy brush of sand granules shifts a beach,
while warm bodies lie are gloriously blessed,
ere a quarterly sunset soothingly sound,
~~humid loses fair,
Pastoral renders reconciliation,
as a glamorous nature fluctuates gleam,
anon vividness slowly acquiesces,
~~restful greenroom folds,
Milk-warm coolly sedates creaminess cascades,
cushioning mellow fields of snowy delights,
entreating eyes amidst shimmering pleasures
~~picturesque shuffles.
The teal peels as it submits to gloaming,
and a round lucidity exposed abroad.
As the alien brilliance shines far away,
the maneuvered view is being cast.
'Tis dormancy that exacts dark period of tenure,
countdown from the zero hour.
Distant silhouettes grow versus fawning growth,
dipped in Luna's balm.
The etching of profiled naturalness acquiesces,
constant figurines masquerading the expanse.
Subtle contours architecturally restructured,
split seconds surrender serene scenes.
The solid realm maintained lifeless postures,
as the teeming formations made idle trims.
Mimicry traces the bestilled in passing,
perfect copies render mockeries silence.
Heights claim their surroundings,
as the tight-lipped verdant statuesque frames.
Depths summon intimate intrigue,
whilst burgeoning burrowed bedrock bound.
Exchanging brightness extremely bold,
lilt ventures its routine as the subject of Sol.
More or less defining shadows...
there's no difference that a day would make.