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My mom does be a shining lady, one among a million
She had been the one giving me support ever since I was born
She was the one to spark off in me, my love for books
She was the one who would read to me, stories, to help me sleep, at the fall of dusk
Yes, without my mom, I would not be who I am today
A Health Officer, mind you, with matters pertaining to hygiene, she does not play
Always severe and strict with me and my siblings
She does take loads of care in food handling
She does be my pillar in life
She does be the one to shoulder my grief
She does be my friend
Yes indeed, ever since I was a child, she had held my hand
She is, though, a lady who had not had choices
Living in a rigid and strict culture, she could not even raise her voice
Rather, she was imposed upon
Rather, she was trodden upon
Intelligent, she still loves learning
Even if her topics be related to health or to learn typing
She is ready to sacrifice anything
To get a bit more of enlightening
She is the one because of whom I am the way I am
Bold, feminist, a twice thinker, dealing easily with any storm
Yes, for I have seen her waging battles
And yes, I have seen her emerging winsome
My mother does be the one being I do love the most
Yes, of her good looks and her witty ways shall I always boast
My mother, my gift, the one to care for me
Even if I do be one very stubborn and difficult lady!
Born she was at the time my country was still under colonization
Skim and scarce is her level of education
Yet, she is so brave, so hardworking, so courageous and so ambitious
She did teach me to be, with matters pertaining to life, one so cautious
She lives still today, for that I am thankful
Without her, life would surely not feel so joyful
She loves dining, wining, dancing and partying
Yes, a real lady she is, one of the best, indeed!
Sun shines on the righteous
Not coward, be courageous,
rational not religious,
affirmative, ambitious.
Sun shines on the righteous.
Days dawning discourteous,
ongoing obstacles oblivious.
Grow great,go ahead,glow glorious.
Sun shines on the righteous.
Enters enemy envious
Nagging nuisance notorious
Vanquish vandal being valorous
Sun shines on the righteous
Mend mind majestic marvelous,
holy heart humble and generous,
strong soul silent but serious.
Sun shines on the righteous.
04/12/16
Sun shines on the righteous
Second Place
Sponsor SEREN ROBERTS
Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...
Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.
Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently
persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned,
thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited.
Due compensation from sole male heir (me),
whose long since (resting in eternal
peace) papa suffered degradation,
humiliation and understandable lamentation
as a kid living in Flatbush.
Authorities and expert legal scholars
pieced together what probably comprised
a lengthy epistle rivaling the Epic of
Gilgamesh).
Recollection recounted torturous,
malicious, and flagitious mean spiritedness
visited upon the ambitious, cadaverous, and
timorous body electric high-jinxed introverted male,
whose abstemious, conscientious, and nutritious
dietary regime, could not forestall rigor mortis.
A postscript (purportedly penned prior to
once philosophical pensive poet's papa's passing)
stated that said personage felt bitterness,
disharmonious envious self loathing.
That grownup man known as mine father,
though once upon a time, said recently
anonymous deceased old fogey ironically
registered as an atrocious, cantankerous,
and egregious deplorable high school student.
Also, the author of what constitutes partial
opprobrious litany attests during his
idolatrous, notorious, and semiconscious
Arab zombie school daze.
MY PRINCESS ANN DOMINIQUE
She's my firstborn child.
She's a sweet little darling,
precious and adorable.
When she smiles,
She keeps her mum's heart drifting by.
Whilst she listened to her mum's real
classic humming lullabies.
How time flies so fast,
As Mum's little princess is now a young lady.
She's attractive, smart, motivated,
and determined.
She's focused and friendly.
She's an ambitious lady who keeps on reaching
Higher for her dream company.
She loves to wear casual mini shorts and t-shirts
And hates vanity as she's simply trendy.
She's a business lady with such integrity.
She has a big heart with an authentic intention
for the people around her.
Despite this,
She has good sales persuasion.
The comments we heard were
highly complimentary.
Above all,
Her priorities in life are Jesus and family.
Written by: Rosey RMV
06/18/2021
Cardinal zodiac sign of intractable psychic quality
An archetype of self-mastery and perseverance
Prepared always to take discerned control of destiny
Ruled by the planet Saturn, the strength of trait lies
In the innate sense of duty and responsibility, making
Capable achiever being ambitious and determined
Oriented toward contemplation with inner awareness
Regarded as down to earth, practical and pragmatic
Not faltering to face with fortitude the days of winter.
April 1, 2021
Contest : Star Sign Acrostics
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
Silicon city
That pulsates,
Both day and night,
The Tech Capital
And the sky, veiled
With urban haze
And dense, sprawling cityscape.
Grey city of its
Gridlocked roads
Surrounded by
Towering skyscrapers
Inspiring
The coder
And the entrepreneur.
Glass city
Of its
Modern offices
And its apartments
Compact and sleek,
New and bold,
A striking, sure testament
Of the presence
Of the FUTURE.
Neon and chrome city
To reinvent
The bustling rhythm
Of its progress
And yet retains
Echoes of the past.
City of early mornings
When the techie
Leaves his flat
And in the busy metro
Taps his laptop
The commuter,
Eyes on screens,
In air-conditioned cars,
Mimics and rushes
To connect
With the world
That fuels their DREAMS
As a true Bengalurean.
City of endless startups
That illuminates the path
Of the innovator
And the visionary
Who disrupts
Tradition,
Complacency,
And long
Established norms.
Green-grey city
A mixture and contrast
That modernises,
Reshapes the landscape
Of time accelerating
That unleashes
And propels,
Surges swiftly
Unstoppable
And holds in
The tech parks,
By the malls
And facing the
Global IT hub
These dreamers
With cutting-edge ideas
Sitting at the edge
Of this vast
Transforming metropolis,
Creating
The digital future
That captivates and challenges.
City of diversity
Of heaped-up talents
With global backgrounds
Who meet online,
Collaborate,
Innovate,
Connect, Expand.
Disrupt,
Complement,
Enrich,
Express themselves,
Coming just
From every corner
Of India and the world
To the heart
Of Bengaluru
And the epicentre
Of South India's
Tech revolution.
And nostalgic old-timers?
The ambitious Newcomers?
All together
They coexist
And merge
Their traditions and
Their aspirations
In progress
And innovation
But New Bengaluru
Carves out for itself, indeed,
The future's share.
A dynamic and complex present
Whose energy
Excites and overwhelms
Leaving digital footprints
In cyberspace
And experiences
Virtual,
And actual,
Fast-paced
And relentless.
There’s quite a sale in my garage,
A poet’s plethoran montage
Of metaphors and similes
And verses guaranteed to please.
A nest of nouns, a vat of verbs;
Some quotes quite perfect for your blurbs.
A carton filled with stale clichés,
Which budding writers can rephrase.
I’ve baskets filled with parts of speech
Left from the days I used to teach.
So many sentences to choose,
Ambitious wordsmiths cannot lose.
So come on down – check out my stuff;
Describing it’s not good enough.
A poet’s sale is most inviting –
It may spark a love of writing!
Ilene Bauer
September 6, 2012
(this was accidentally deleted from my poems list, so i wanted to reenter it)
Black, I thought it was just a word
I thought it represented a color
At least that’s what they say,
Yet when I walk through the gates of school.
I am seen as insignificant
I am never treated the same
They say , we are equal
But I know better.
I live it, they smile
They say their care
But when I express myself
I use my hands, I speak
They say, I am ignorant hard to understand.
By dozen, by hundreds
We are being excluded
Punish for being just a different color
They meant to be our tutors.
Yet they treat us like animals
They poke us, provoke us
Tell us we are stupid with a smile.
They rob us
They deny us
They curse us
They strip us of our inheritance.
They breathe hate, I stop
I need to think for awhile
Who am I, I am black
I am beautiful
I am powerful
I am the son and daughter of great kings and queens
I am a conqueror.
I am ambitious, I can achieve
I will achieve, I am a leader
I am not a coward nor am I ashamed.
I don’t need violence
I don’t need hate
I don’t need knives nor do I need guns to complete me.
Martin Luther King once said,
Darkness cannot drive out darkness only light can do that
Hate cannot drive out hate only love can do that.
Malcom X once quoted, that without education
You are not going anywhere in this world
If you don’t stand for something you will fall for anything.
So Who am I?
I believe, I am born from a great generation
I am no longer a slave to a lost generation
I am a new generation, a free generation.
A generation that will breathe success
A king of wisdom
A leader of great knowledge
A queen that will teach peace and be an adviser to the young.
A mother to all children
A father to a great nation
I am just a teen
Trying to make sense of the world
So teach me, to believe in me
To be the best I can be.
MR. PLAYER COMES CALLING
Playful monkeys on trunks of gold.
Banana like branches, like hammocks.
“My friends and family dynamics…
Oh, the fun of the life I pleasantly hold!”
Jealous of a competing tree…so calm.
So busy at her task, sun shines hot.
Pleasantly singing of what life’s brought,
Lai Lai weaving leaves of palm.
Swinging his hairy silhouette he turns up
party music, which relaxes “Mr. Player.”
Pulls his sweetheart close, he turns ever grayer.
Knowing she’s growing older, he must break up.
Lai Lai swings tree to tree selling homemade goods.
Pays for the tree she rents. Smiles at her troubles.
“Who does she think she is? Never offers me her baubles!”
“The player” decides to ditch his girl, present falsehoods
to the girl across the way. He must bring her down
Out of her, oh so humble, ho hum existence.
Cool player expects no real resistance.
As Lai Lai sees him swinging her way, she wears a frown.
His charms come calling, arms are swinging…
Lai Lai not shy on wisdom, pulls back a branch.
Her refusal, shakes the tree, Player in an avalanche.
Wounded head to toe, besides his pride is stinging,
Mr. Player found he was better off with his queen bee.
Finds her sunning herself, banana splits laid out in feast.
She mocks and laughs and cleans up her big hairy beast,
“She’s too goody two shoes for you! What you want is me!”
Lai Lai relaxing after a hard week of pleasant labor.
It’s Sunday, waiting for her hard working man.
She’s time to dress herself in silk, wave the heat away with fan.
You see Lai Lai’s fallen in love with her ambitious neighbor.
Moral: Don’t fall for a charmer.
3/7/2017
Nayda’s Fable Contest
Unsolicited, revered, and praised
potential literary fete,
(yes a bit hyperbolic),
sans mine posted poems that perambulate
such feedback, whither donning trumped
("FAKE") facade, Oriel sincere
twittering, nonetheless tis great
for an ego striving to maintain
hum bull modesty, yet I hate
to be misperceived as
arrogant, boastful, pretentious,...wait
et cetera, cuz honestly,
these conglomerations create,
themselves, via some inexplicable
literary process which generate
prestidigitation soon after
affixing wired thinking cap,
whereby positioned electrodes exfoliate
on scalp yup thence, off miniature oblate
spheroid (suddenly barren) of golden locks
most soup Priam wantonly depilate
(envision candidate
undergoing biofeedback,
or...captured as bait)
by...yea (of course) alien invaders curious
to experiment, and subject a random pate
with out of this world tests that agitate
most precious anatomical accouterment
'bout size of average poe tate
toe (actually...almost same consistency)
okay...sorry, this chap doth relate
such comparison to
his own cerebral aggregate,
where he starkly realizes
neurological concentrate
takes a permanent vacation
to distant Palatinate
essentially leaving a void, ah...just
perfect for cosmic outliers to allocate
(no...no...no noninvasive, i.e.)
their laser like gizmos scrutinize how
(albeit unwittingly) to ameliorate
writer's block, thus
glad tubby ("Guinea Pig"),
and let abductors amputate
my killed expense trumped ("FAKE")
noggin pulp struggling to articulate,
(hence quite a relief,
you cannot imagine), dear mate
when fiber optic threads of light
essentially painlessly
(rather ticklishly aspirate)
clump of useless gray matter,
yours truly does implicate
as complicit to cause unnecessary
difficulty to associate
with *****sapiens, an extremely
strenuous task, thence joyful to dedicate
(without being headstrong),
an organ minimally missed at any rate
long last free to babble poppycock
oblivious as ambitious readers berate!