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It's a New Year again,
Time to turn another
page -- though I am
far from new~
closer to Old Sage.
Time to forgive...and let
go... -- as seasons flow
the cold of January
will leave our North~
Southern breeze will again
melt the snow, thawing
Nature's frostier thermostat --
(a subtle lesson in
there for all of us) --
Myself, never much for skiing --
having taste closer in line with toasty-sand
and dazzling-shore
however, no need to further bore anyone with
my own preference -- mindful that we all have
personal deference -- but more than enough
in fond common not to foolishly feel need to share any
affections not deemed innately neutral, amiably acceptable when
cordially meeting and passing -
My this year's resolution:
To make a little less fecal
pollution
to love a little more
a welcome mat not far from
the bell camera at the front
door --
I won't be naively foolish -- but maybe
a bit less frightfully ghoulish...
When imbalance of life churns hapless poignancy
And the zephyr of inequities breezes melancholy
Dissonance reverberates echoing pathos of grief
Seeking exaltation within metaphysical profundity
As hushed posture conjures up humbling catharsis,
Leaning in quietude, questing paranormal vitality,
Liberating from bounds of mundane, the ordinary,
Energizing calming bliss of unfamiliar, extrasensory.
Mortal soul steadily crosses limits of understanding
Reaching deep into unknown, unexplored territory,
Daring to search for knowledge in mystical obscurity
Pursuing enlightenment from supernatural intrigue,
Discovering newfound acuity blossoming internally
Adulating freedom of shedding narrow boundaries
Gaining divine wisdom, postulating own doctrines,
Comprehending missives in blissfulness of sagacity.
As laments mellow in teachings of superior intellect
And bawl of distraught soothes in heavenly solace
Finding ambrosial tranquility in endearing calmness,
Physiological longings amiably, peacefully dissipate
And gradually soul enlightens, unafraid of mortality,
Yearning for permanence of purposeful inviolability,
Meaningful beyond self, detaching from materiality,
Synchronizing harmoniously in idyllic, placid sanctity.
January 21, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Transcendence
Autumn fire on azure ambient
Flowers blooming in saffron and crimson
Freshness around obvious salient,
Umber Earth, blazing Sun on orison.
Charm of the season amiably glows on.
Feeling delighted with cheerful Nature,
Appearing in grace, glory and luster.
Just watching amber leaves in fervor.
Autumn dawn! Bright sunny day to forecast.
Enjoying green tea on ginger flavor.
Biting cinnamon bread as breakfast,
Feeling nostalgic to reminisce past.
When mellow pumpkin grown on mother’s care.
Home -made candies, we siblings are to share.
. 09/21/17
First Place
'A Brian Strand Rhyme'
Contest by Brian Strand
Quaint town, orange sky and spitting roosters,
a trail of mosaic remembrances translates
into lavender hints of folks’ spiraled notes:
women balancing baskets of corn
strewn on the hips, a siege of fluted weeds
meshing with tropical winds along the lake...
being there, just there among ruined cathedrals
and flared umbrellas I cannot touch: I think
there is never an after… for cruising along
roads leading to papaya huts,
the numbered days wrap my flesh with a
repertoire of flora, sitting upon the magic of rapture;
amiably watching a madrigal of a fiesta…
the carriage of lifted chants rippling
on anointed elements of earth and fire.
Those blessed statues, these I cannot caress,
not even the letters in the museum
which tamed stars of centuries’ quest:
it can be cold just watching without holding.
My eyes swallow the moon
beautiful with some kind of soulful whiteness;
my own river of reverie tipsy. Misty.
For Silent One's Contest
Enter the Your best poem with metaphors
i am posting this in hopes that those who entered my contest with more than one line of poety will correct their line to read as only ONE line.
One of my examples was this:
Accepting, diligent, and alert, I am dedicated and almost always amiably deliver.
The idea was to create something similar to a monoku. Right now I have received only eight entries done correctly in the contest, so you have until the end of February to revise your one line if you entered my contest. I made a blog,but I fear not many people will see my blog. MAybe more people will see this now. The title I would give my line is simply A D.
I had given a second example, but i guess I confused a few poets who believed I wanted two poems from them.
Please test your lines by posting them to see if they come out as only one line. If it does, I will give your too-long line an HM. Those who do more than two lines will get N/A. I guess i am someone who makes my contests too particular? So sorry.
That really was not my intention. I don't know how much clearer I could have been with my instructions . Hope people see this. Tell your friends in case they do not read nor my blog. Happy Monday!!
Vera Selena (Osburn) Hinshaw - June 4, 1935 - July 19, 2018
Thank you, dear Vera, for nearly 66 years of marital bliss!
How I cherished our time together; you, my love, I truly miss.
Ours was a priceless partnership based on mutual trust,
Meeting challenges amiably when upon us they were thrust.
You were my beautiful bride, my joy and my pride.
I always felt so comfortable with you ever at my side.
Diamonds gleamed in your eyes when we pledged our eternal love;
There's no doubt our life together was ordained by Heaven above!
How your eyes sparkled when cuddling our babes at birth!
Of your love for them (and least deserving me), there was no dearth.
You were the glue that held our wonderful family together,
Through the vicissitudes of life, in fair and stormy weather.
It takes a very special lady to be an ideal Air Force wife,
To face the many challenges and hardships of military life.
You made our house a home whether in the states or foreign lands.
I marveled at your adaptability and left things in your capable hands.
I still thank God every day for making you my wife,
And that you will ever be, throughout eternal life.
When I reach the end of the trail and complete my earthly quest,
With my very last breath I can happily say, "I was truly blessed!
A debris engulfs this mind
when a chuckle, a pirouette, a dream
ransacks wired thoughts--
and for once, I am a shrill :
Though weight presses on hardened back,
images dig dig through shovels of the past
to unearth replays from a year ago--
This breath throbs knowing not
how this grill of questions might assuage
brief frolics , as I look at birds migrate,
for whatever it is…
two parts from my heart of spade
remain divided , asking --
dear time,must I linger on
or forget a sister's once childhood romp?
Night withers amiably
still, the raking in my head persists, unless …
~
3.08.2019
A Scraping Of Shovels for john lawless
Almighty God* I adore
Author of faith, approved by Your atonement
Accept my acknowledgment and admiration of Your anointing.
Awed by and adorned with Your advice
Abiding am I in Your avouching assurance
Apprehended against abominations, arrayed with holiness’ attire.
Away from adversary’s affliction
Alertly, I advance toward Your accommodating arms
Allowed to ascend to approach You, appeased with Your admonition.
Abhorring accusers’ affinities
Attentively, I avoid their artillery
Abstaining to adapt abusive attitudes, actually awful.
Awakened from arrogance
Apprehended along my adversities’ anguish
Available am I to advertise heavenly affairs for hell-acquittal’s advantage.
Attended to by Your amazing abundance
Appointed am I as ambassador of adoption with access to Your altar
Always assisted amiably to accomplish assignment around Alleluia-adventure.
*Revelation 1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.”
January 23, 2019
2nd place, "Alliteration - Old or New" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 9/2/2022.
I’m lodged in this train on a top spot
yet alone...while others trace a blue noon amiably,
As dewed mist holds me immovable
From my row ... the toot of a loud whistle
makes me want to peep out restlessly.
This journey is intermittent through my solos of night,
where most wayfarers gig on-- animated, pleasant--
and they know where they're headed to, come eve,
this clear level of certainty... a destination so sure
relishing coffee, time's sagas with much fervor:
Here I am, listening to their seemingly deified hums
as the tenet of my life idly churns like rusted wheels,
that a hazy eye gazes at an aching moon
its glint wondering about my self- imposed deed of alienation.
Palindromes Contest for Joseph May
5/20/2018
If these aren't the walls to hold us
Let me loose
If charm and features aren't in my company
A thought won't do
It wasn't me
Yet they carved out pieces of my flesh
to fit into
If it isn't you
Please make room
I have no heart to share
No bated breath to bare
Let him pass through
Give me no angst, no grief
Love what it is
Love not me
Borrowed men are weight less
no spine
no mind
no chest
no depth of breadth
I never did the deed
but I can't convince even me
that I'm not guilty
You rub your red all over me
Should've said less words
less kind
less here
never appeared
I don't get to be innocent
to not have known
that love should be limited
that the lines are delicate
Too amiably affectionate
I get to be free
no joyrides under my light
no show of company
step aside step aside
Let my first lover come through
Pass the wastelands by
No lies will be true