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(APROPOS OF 11/21/2018)
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The fires came and the winds blew;
Nothing remained the same—
If only they knew…praying for the rain;
The floods came the next day
And the flowing mud had its way:
Houses that had remained
Went down the mountain drain;
But they vowed they would build again
Knowing that they were not the blame
And that the old Devil would be put to shame;
For they remained filled with sparkling hope
And fueled by igniting faith in ways to cope;
ii
How could they have ever known
That the fire next time
Would be so dreadfully blown
Consuming all they held so sublime?
Yet, despite the devastating cost
Etched memories would not be lost;
The heavenly Eagle had stirred the nest
And their souls’ spirits had survived the test.
iii
Without caring to warn, fiercely famished
Flames came knocking at fuel’s gate—
Like flesh-eating bacteria
Scorching the ripe Cali landscape;
Most were devoured within the path of the flames,
Leaving ashy structural architectural shards
And remnants of charred human remains
Laying naked among charcoal baked clods;
If only they had known—even imagined—at least…
Nature’s unleashing of such a power—a roaring beast,
With strange winds carrying sparking needles of pain’s grief;
iv
Destruction and death raised ice bed thoughts of long ago—
Of the charred cities of Sodom and Gomorrah—
But healing memories fired flaming faith with spirit filled Gloria:
Remembering Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah—
Also known as Meshack, Shadrach, and Abednego;
In the end, deliverance came sweeping along the charcoaled way,
And the sunrise of time granted them a new blessed day
As the mournful death charred journey remained to be tread;
The Most High, Jehovah, heard their prayers and nodded His head.
v
Everything under the sun and moon come in due season;
Whatever nature brings, the Creator will reveal His reason.
Know then that for what has come, you are not to be blamed;
For in due season, the old Devil will surely fall and be shamed.
Her
love
so true
it brings a smile
makes the heart sings
softly
kisses
her charming
kisses
softly
makes the heart sings
it brings a smile
so true
love
Her
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Author's Comment: Palindrome, also known as the Mirrored Poem, reads forwards and
backwards. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos,
meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back
again. The concept of the “mirrored images” reflects an “image mirrored,” which includes a
word in the center of the poem as a reversal point for the sentence or even the poem.
There is no set number of stanzas or any rules for construction.
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Once thought in a dream, lost in the night
Slipped through the cracks, not enough light
Who would have known after all the money and tokes
That all of it would be forgotten, just a joke
Young drive left behind in the dust
Took off so fast over fake love, also known as lust
I can fault myself for the wrong way traveled
On hell of an enabler was by my side to watch me unravel
Dried up, I stood around not knowing what to do
As she ran off again not caring what she put me through
I don't pass all the blame but it hurts not being the same
How can someone walk away just like a game
Genuine love from the heart isn't always easy
From me it's such an honest feeling, u can't see
I'm the one who held you up so strong
In the end you did the only thing you know, me wrong
An ancient oak has been cut down
Its leaves were always falling down
Its sin was being messy
An aged Weeping Fig on a paved parkway
Town Council all agreed it could not stay
Its sin was its roots that invaded the asphalt
A towering Maple that grew next door
Was also a victim of this war
Its sin - was growing too close to the house
The sins of trees are really sins of man.
Who planted them without a plan.
Contemplate these empty spaces and weep.
These places left where a tree once stood
Disturb a soul like nothing should.
Accommodate and let them live
Tail-Rhyme
A Tail-Rhyme (also known as a tailed-rhyme) is a type of poem that has a very specific structure. In short, the piece begin with either a couplet or a triplet of lines that consist of rhymed lines. This set of either a couplet or triplet is then followed by a "tail", which is a fourth line that does not rhyme with the couplet or triplet that preceded it. This tail line tends to be shorter in length than those lines within the couplet or triplet. This type of poetry can also be used with stanza, known as a tail-rhyme stanza, but in these pieces, all of the tail lines rhyme with each other.
Also known as a furze-pig, urchin or hedgepig
Your collective name is an array or prickle – how apt!
To me you are one of the cutest animals in the land
Born blind but soon you open beady black eyes
Your little snout pokes out and helps you forage
You love to eat worms, caterpillars and snails
Sometimes a tasty frog, baby bird or eggs
Your body is covered in defensive prickly spines
These are prone to fleas, oh that would make me itch!
Curling into a ball at the first sign of danger
Badgers, foxes and owls are your main predators
How I love the autumn, I find you nestled in the hedgerows
You sleep until you come out to play at night
Sometimes I wish I was like you and could hibernate
Sleep though the cold dull dreary dark winter days
You communicate by squealing, grunting and snuffling …
(I wonder… are all hedgehogs male!)
Sadly you are not very adept at crossing the road
I often see you as road kill and that makes me sad
09~29~14
Contest: Animal Poem
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
~awarded 3rd Place ~
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say what? gibberish jabber and jive
thrown off by that name design
i’ll pause for hee-larious devilish crime,
just this once, yo!
befriending puzzled game of who i am
roarrr! gotta hang loose and chillax...
click the clock and go with moment’s groove
if i hear some laughs, i’ll con you with slum stuff
for now, i ain’t your momma’s sweet thing
to give what’s due, let your green bucks talk
my tricky demons have been impatient,
now let that flat tire settle you.
this rhythm spins for bad, bad girl i’ve never been...
drums roll for a con girl… i’m ready for bullying
spinnin out scum and knowing i spit the shots
sleeky me, too not quick to catch
upside down and underground,
brace yourself or turn around. if you do please,
keep your smarts… street life is my major major punk
i’m callin last call, and all of you, hear this...
it’s time to bail out and bounce up,
live beyond lucid dreams and spark your plug
far beyond the images we see, there are split
mirror- dualities of what seem to be… see, i fancied
the title “Candle Net Out” also known as
nette on the clouds…too pretty and normal,
i’m experimental,
let me shock you from inside out…
just for today, it’s wickedly freaky showtime!
all rights reserved
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*twisted because this was the teenage side of me
that wanted to rebel..but just did it half- way through!
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PD's Any Twisted Poem
by: nette onclaud
I was born to breathe free, outdoors
count my rings and you will know how old I am
I come from a family of sycamores
I own a massive trunk when eagles soar
they perch upon my branch they do yes mam
although my roots run deep inside the floor
I am durable with growth you can't ignore
my peels are white, tan and green dear Sam
adaptable in most soils I outlive the albacore
I prefer direct sun and in Egyptian folklore
I am also known as the Holy Tree of man
connecting both worlds now forevermore
Often found by river beds by open shore
my bulk is sensitive without sham
I was born to breathe free, outdoors
I come from a family of sycamores
Sept 2, 2022
My name is Son of the most High God
Also known as a Chosen one
I was handpicked by God
Also Forgiven
I am redeemed and accepted
My name also Love, I am love
I am first and foremost people who live by faith
I am of deep endearment my name Beloved
My name is Son of the most High God
Also known as a Chosen one
I was handpicked by God
I am a seeded tree that has blossomed
A symbol of God I am Branches
I’m a child of God a Child of promise
I am Chosen, Forgiven, Redeemed, Loved
I am a Citizen of Heaven
I’m a Conqueror, a Disciples a Warrior
I’m a Farmer, a Fisher of men and People
My name is a Follower of the Way
Jesus declared he is the way and I AM A FOLLOWER OF His Way
My name is the Elect
First fruits of all He created
My name is Son of the most High God
Also known as a Chosen one
I was Handpicked by God
Also Forgiven
I am redeemed and accepted
My name also Love, I am love
I am first and foremost people who live by faith
I am of deep endearment my name Beloved
Long interminable hours...
of darkness doth not compute
alternately titled:
The descent of dusk affects grapefruit
size or two (approximated
as clenched fisted) cerebral
specifically type of nervous tissue,
which made up of cells
called neurons and glial cells,
the brain a complex organ
that contains billions
of neurons and glial cells,
which work together
to process information,
control bodily functions,
and supports cognitive abilities
and priceless precious part of body
more precious than most any loot
far more powerful
than any "intelligent machine"
(take that artificial intelligence buffs)
with the ways and means to reboot
tightly integrated and neatly linkedin
snug as a bug in a rug donning a zootsuit.
The outer limits of the twilight zone
yields descent of dark shadows,
where the edge of night bleeds
and encompasses an infinite swath.
Circadian rhythm plays wickety wack
courtesy the suprachiasmatic nucleus (SCN)
analogous to a disc jockey playing a track
which just so happens to be
top of the billboard chart
band named Quack,
a host of indigenous Africans
as a gentle jab to KISS
paint their faces nonblack,
and the lead singer with a knack
to bring down the house,
which venue located in "Hackensack"
primarily refers to a city in New Jersey,
but the name's meaning comes
from an Algonquian (Lenape) word
meaning "mouth of a river,"
or possibly "stony ground" or "stream
that unites with another on low ground,"
according to sources like Dictionary.com,
Wikipedia, and Downtown Hackensack,
and interestingly enough the name given
by the Achkinckeshacky tribe,
also known as the Hackensacks,
who lived in the area
manifold times larger than the ENIAC
ENIAC - the acronym for
Electronic Numerical Integrator
And Computer refers
to one of the first electronic,
general-purpose digital computers,
developed for the U.S. Army
during World War II and built
to calculate artillery firing tables,
but completed after the war ended,
with its first task being
hydrogen bomb calculations
the brainchild of more than one brainiac.
True story guys... True story
I wondered why he didn't peak
As my dress would hit the floor
I pondered why he didn't speak
Of wanting something more
It seemed a bit strange
That he maintained a state of flaccid
Unless I'd rearrange
He couldn't seem to blast it
Boobs and bush weren't his thing
He would rather play soccer
Since I didn't have a ding a ling
He was a vagina blocker
As years passed by I became bitter
It seemed I couldn't please
In the rare event, he he made it flitter
I found myself on my knees
A "funny" man, was he
Also known as a butt pirate
surely didn't want me
Blew out every candle I lit
Now he resides over the rainbow
Holding hands instead of guns
A place where all the funnies go
When they decide its time to run