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Writing poems for over six years,
I wonder why I was never a contest winner,
I prayed and prayed to Almighty for a recognition,
One night I heard the voice, you have to enter a contest to win.
Entering a contest is a big chore,
you have to follow so many metaphors,
Acrostic, Anagram, Minute poem rules seem so prohibitive,
I always thought meter was a measuring scheme.
Even if I entered a contest, I would not like to be judged,
Poems are my impulsive feelings, they are my treasures,
Even my treasure might seem like a junk to someone else,
Still, I value my junk, as if it was the best thing in my life.
Even if I entered a contest, I would hold my breath,
I may come first, I may come the very last,
With so many illustrious poets, I don't stand a chance,
Still, I would feel good, I entered and felt like a winner.
Challenge accepted …
What do you call a musician that’s good at magic?
Would an angry crucifix be cross?
Is the opposite of opposite the same?
Did the first day have a yesterday?
What is half of a hole?
If you rob a house through an ? open window
Is that just breaking?or breaking and not entering?
Do dogs know they are an anagram of God?
What does happinessess sound like
What is nothing made of?
How big is it?
Does it have edges?
If all the chickens died would the rename to just
Kentucky Fried?
Charles the lumberjack cut logs out of the trees
is easier to say
It’s only the past if something comes after it
Why does sunlight entice cats?
If there are other inhabited planets will they have a concept of time or is that just us?
Yappy Hew Near
E nchanted by the elements, Goddess Earth excitedly
A rises, anticipating all her awe-inspiring artistry;
R eveling in the rapture of the rivers’ ripples or roses’ rare redolence;
T antalizing us with her talent for turning out utter transformations.
H er heart holds hues of happiness!
R obust and rosy-cheeked, she rambles,
A dorning arms of trees with amethysts in spring and apples in autumn.
D ancing from dawn to dusk and back to dawn,
I nstinctively and impulsively, she illuminates with imagery - in
A nd out and all about, she ambles ardently.
N ever endingly, this nimble nymph
C apriciously creates - combing sky with clouds and coaxing colors onto canyons,
E xuberantly and effortlessly embracing all of earth’s expanse effulgently.
R iding rainbows or rapids; rending rocks when riled, she regulates and replenishes.
I nherently and impressively imaginative, she is invaluable in
D auntlessly and dulcetly delighting with dazzling display.
E arth, who exhales exquisite breath, may your radiance ride be everlasting!
An Anagram poem!
Affirming mind’s fondness for words
Bonus moments balancing busy hours
Catering to intellectual indulgence
Delightful de-stressing habit
Exposing wit to connect letters
Forming words freely
Game of WORDSCAPES*
Hoists me up against pressures…
Invigorating with levels of “brilliance”
Joyously jubilating my sight midst sceneries
Kindling praise** to God for His precious Word.
*“ Wordscapes is the word hunt game that over 10 million people just can't stop playing! It's a perfect fit for fans of crossword, word connect and word anagram games, combining best of word find games and crossword puzzles. Not to mention all the gorgeous landscapes you can visit to relax yourself!”
** Psalm 56:10 In God will I praise his word…
October 17, 2020
2nd place, "Games - Mental or Physical" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 10/20/2020.
The
other eighteenth
centurion was rewired to beat whip-
ping cream by trans-
ferring it to one of free flood plain car-
rier amigo acid barriers and then em-
BARK-
ing on his var-
ied
own
creep dis-
cussing raw plans in a goop text where he adds
a spam
and melon
ball twist to a clutch-
ing figurine piece depicting
an angle between those sidewind-
ers required for
hooking spouts
with ambiguous traces of lawful fake
muse bots
spread-
ing
gas unrest using automated pest practices
that
put real intel-
ligence to sleep behind the Wheel of Miss
Fortune's even
grey-
er and darker than usual
Legion of Heavy Petting Metal Maniacs.
An odd
feathery down-
turn of newfound
dreaded funds was fortu-
nately worth more than what the hated Fur-
ry Rotund Honey Dew knew to be water fronting wooden draft-
y thunder dogs so worn and dandy that the Candy Man alone
could run like Daddy throwing deft redun-
dant forts around as if
the 14th Door
had come
unglued
revealing nothing but a fairy hut with 20 clown head toadies trending up-
ward where
the Theory Runes are read by nude defrauding dry
Mad Dorks who author notes defying the very turf
we've surfed so far today
and further on into the night that not
a single sole can say will end up swell in terms of Old Brown Shoe
repair.
Oh poetry,
why do you not feel me.
I was once your poetic percolate,
the assonance to your consonance,
spilling in silver ink,
upon Earth's raw fibres,
but in your quest for perfection,
wanderlust words are now waterless roots,
resembling a mediocre muse,
cursed from rose tinted glares,
exposing pages of bad grammar.
Since the feather in my quill
set adrift with fireflies in the wind,
conflicting choruses echo
in an acoustic refrain.
In this musical merry go around -
I'm only composed as a last thought.
In chapters of contemplation,
wondering if you feel the art of my heart;
I ponder if I am a
vacant vowel in your 'why?'
An unexplained myth..
A rhythm not seen in your rhymes
or do questions only bring bitterness?
But without the reason for answers,
will there be anything left to express?
I'm just an empty cartridge
abandoned from your fountain pen.
Now only aches and angst alliterate,
as invisible ink slowly dissolves.
I'll forever be an unfinished masterpiece.
A long forgotten poem. An anagram of listen.
There is no metaphor for this grief,
so I say goodbye to poetry
and farewell to my muse.
I had this crazy dream
It's the one that keeps you interested
If your me, you'll know what I mean
To ignore your self resisted
So deep in slumber I went
On this night of required sleep
It's the snooze we always dream of
Into dreams of abyss deep
Through pages of looming clouds
As they fluttered in dreamy breeze
Many words I could see in my reach
Like winter leaves, on crying trees
Enticing in dream like flow
My two eyes can't be everywhere
I'm like a Rabbit caught in dreams headlights
In slow motion action I stare
Scattered yesterdays are all around
When I grasp they crumble to dust
Past words in anagram free
My steel beams now reduced to rust
In drift I try to imagine
Day to day life without the soup
It's a sentence I Just can't comprehend
Once tall and proud, I'm painful in daily stoop
Here are some thoughts
that you may wish to ponder
About our earthly existence
wherever you may wish to wander
Two organs to consider
for a moment keep them apart
Both reliant on each other
refers to the brain and heart
Following conception, the cell division begins
the first organ, the heart begins to form
The pulsing of the heart begins around day twenty two
many months before we are born
On the other side of life
many carcasses in an abattoir I have observed
Up to an hour after death the heart remains pulsing
in total isolation from from the brain and organs that it once served
To me this indicates the importance of both
the breath and heart as Gods loving means of our direct connection
We have no need for intermediaries to deliver controlling insurrection
Thoughts and words only arise from the brain
Feelings arise from the heart alone
Joy truth and love important feelings from which we must not abstain
The anagram of heart is mother earth
Consider feelings which define our loving worth
How many times in life have
your gut feelings been ignored
In hindsight have you wished you had listened
to what your intuitive feelings had implored
Action speaks louder than words a quote I've often heard
a hug a smile a kiss a wave arising from the heart
More significant than just uttering affection a thought emanating word
"I have built my foundation with life's bricks;
I exist. I am me. And that has been enough. "
Quote by_ Constance
My character traits define who I am,
both inherited morals and life lessons taught;
translating me is like an anagram !
Best, I be good because ... I only get one shot;
but, will not pretend that my life is Camelot.
Trustworthy, honest, respectful and kind,
always polite, friendly, grateful, open-minded;
lover of nature ... animals inclined !
I am proud, brave, courageous and worldly-minded;
though calm, tranquil and peaceful, I am strong-minded.
I am a dependable loyal friend,
always reliable, encouraging, sincere;
never, ever will I lie or pretend !
But, I will not claim to have no flaws ... lets be clear;
and am not afraid to share them with a sad tear.
I wear my grief like a heavy dark cloak,
and get hurt easily ... often melancholy;
cruel life will often leave me heart broke !
Though sad emotions my colors are not palely
and I am soon back on life's fast moving trolley
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April 20, 2023
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