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Why fear, friend dear, why over-shadowed by despair?
Trust in your inner strength! Proceed with a prayer!
Thorns would turn flowers; rocks into strong stepping-stones,
Hope! Aim! Plan! Pains and sorrows will turn delight-zones...!
Will evils affect when stream of life flows love-filled?
Won't hills and mountains turn landscapes making you thrilled?
Entwined by strings of brotherhood you need to go,
Seeds of love and care everywhere you need to sow...!
Kindness to each creature be your philosophy,
Even wild beasts will kneel before you consciously;
Plants, trees, flowers, fruits and even thorns understand,
The tongue of love; hence, to the needy lend your hand...!
Dusk gives way to dawn; Shadows disappear in light;
Sun sets in the west to rise from the east so bright;
Each trifle should, hence, turn your holy Bhodhi tree,
That enlightens you with visions and missions free...!
07 January 2022
Joy, Hope and kindness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune
This proposition we call life
is tenuous at best;
reach out, grab firm those things most dear
and jettison the rest.
For what will bring a man acclaim
and lift him to the heights?
The tease of accolades and fame’s
cruel escalating sights?
Or shall he build tall monuments
which edify his name?
The halls ring hollow when he's gone;
mere empty shells remain.
Perhaps great fortunes, once amassed
are where he'll leave his mark,
yet who will count his stacks of gold
when everything goes dark?
Or shall his job consume his soul,
vocation gone berserk?
As life yet slowly slips away,
none wish they'd done more work.
Or lofty words and turns of phrase
rolled sweetly off the tongue,
but who will breathe new life in them
when no air fills the lungs?
Perhaps a hint, a sweet foretaste:
at table, gathered there.
A joyful throng, yet some are missed:
a poignant, empty chair.
Yes, all fall short and surely fail;
no permanence, mere whim.
Nay, this is it: to know thy God
and to be known by Him.
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for the To lighten the load Poetry Contest
sponsored by Angela Tune
written 04/12/2022
Corporal Angela (Ange) Birgit Kay
28July 1985 29 April 2015
I Met this girl in 2011
But alas she has gone to heaven
She was a great girl
And a Yorkshire lass
Far too young
For her too pass
When we were down
Ange was there
Now for your family
We send this prayer
A daughter a Sister
A fiancé and friend
But we all know
Its not the End
You have now gone
To see others past
In our minds
You will always last
Football was but one passion
And so was Tug o War
A real talent representing the Corps
A true spirited girl who
Strived for the best
Now you can be laid to rest
Ange you will sure be missed
Up in heaven getting Pxxxed
Look after those that went before
And remember its not a chore
Rip our dear Ange
Even if we called you flange
It was a pleasure to have served with you
Even now Im feeling blue
You were the best a friend could ask for
Please save us a place at heavens door
Until that day we meet again comes
Fly with those angels in the sky
And let us worry about the Why
R.I.P Angela Kay gone too young
Angela couldn't stop thinking about the danger
It was just so warm and pretty
But she could never forget that she's an angel
That so endearing, Angela encountered a fact she's alive, not dead
She found herself feeling rather guilty
Angela couldn't stop thinking about her sin nature filthy
Later, Angela was spooked by a demon
He is such a devil
But she could never forget the demon
Douglas is his name he tried to distract her slash her
Indoctrinate her
Angela couldn't stop thinking about the maker
Alpha and Omega
Angela couldn't stop thinking about her sin nature filthy
Still found feeling rather guilty
Angela nosedived like a perfect angel never ending be
Her mind turned into a pity
Angela so pretty it was her duty
To reject Douglas Demon she shouted out Satan git thee behind me
7/18/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
The new girl tentatively entered the classroom…
excited to be there while at the same time feeling the need to run away
afraid of what her classmates might think..
afraid of what they might say.
Her teacher gave her a hug.
“This is our new student.” She said as she held her near.
“I’d like you all to join me…in welcoming Angela here.”
When Angela entered the classroom she was frightened…
unsure what to do
but when she saw her teacher and classmates smiling at her…
she began to smile too.
At the end of the day Angela stopped by her teacher’s desk
feeling more confident and strong…
“I want to thank you.” She said with a smile.
for making me feel like I belong.”
After sharing a smile together
she ran to catch up with her new friends.
Feeling the effects of this ripple of kindness
that, hopefully, never ends.
How beautiful how…in a world filled with uncertainty and strife…
one simple act of kindness can effect a person’s life.
When living in an increasingly cruel world
Where people who look, think or act differently are called treasonous…
It’s good to remember the solution to this cruelty
lies inside each one of us.
We have the power to help all people feel confident and strong….
to let them know in the world we live in…everyone belongs.
Fighting prejudice will always be a difficult uphill climb
But, perhaps, the best way to attack this problem is:
one person
one student
one classroom
at a time.
At first I thought it was a reflection of me,
through the glass window of old mansion,
but when the reflection moved, when I was still
I knew it wasn’t me.
I thought the wild rain was playing games,
conjuring up images on a darkened night.
I quickly revised my school physics in my mind
to find an answer. perhaps a mirage?
the lightening was furiously tearing apart,
the meandering dark clouds over the island.
the patter of rain drops and the yellow glow
of a hurricane lamp added to the mystery.
for a brief moment there was absolute silence,
then the image appeared, this time closer,
only a few feet from the window.
It was, I could see, a replica of me,
similar features, hair, attire and my own eyes.
then it was gone. I knew that this was not me!
It was no reflection or mirage!
It appeared again- and stayed still,
as I backed towards the light switch.
I pressed the switch but the darkness remained.
The storm must have knocked a pole off!
The hurricane lamp stayed alight all night!
Next morning, when I drove away in my car,
I briefly looked in the rear view mirror.
There was someone in the rear seat.
There was someone there, someone like me.
Then as suddenly as it had appeared,
it was gone….
sometimes on a rainy stormy night,
I feel there is someone with me…..
someone like me…
2nd placement
Written 10/January/2022
a Ghost story poetry contest
Angela Tune sponsored
Summer Skies
Summer sizzles shading seashore skies
Singing season songs – solstice surprise --
Sweet salmon sunsets spin splendorous shades
Strawberry sunrise spawns stratus shifting serenades.
Sapphire sky’s secret soliloquys stuns
Shimmering sun sonnets swirling shadows shuns
Soaring solitude surely steals stress shells
So sunbeams spread summer’s signature spell.
Since stormy silver silhouettes suffuse squalls
Stolen solar spall splinters shower shards so small
Summer’s spirit soars, stratosphere specters scamper
Stellar scraps surround sheer space starlit sampler
6-23-22
Contest: Start with a Letter
Sponsor: Angela Tune
Midnight's mystery, she wears with grace
A black dress that hugs her curves in place
That makes my heart race,
Even by a lock, in her gaze...
Silky fabric, smooth as her skin
Invites my eyes to linger,
And sets my soul ablaze!
Her curves, a gentle slope, to manoeuvre
Make me wish to endure,
Than to subdue to her seductive way
As she moves, the dress clings and sways...
A whispered promise, of secrets untold
Unfold as my dream
That would be real, if the night,
Ended with at least just a dance
To quench my fright!
The dress, a shadow, that follows her form
A dark embrace, that accentuates her charm
A subtle rustle, as she walks by
A sensual whisper, that makes my heart sigh...
If only she would let me even
Touch her thigh, so that I'd be fine!
Her eyes, bright jewels, shining bright and bold
Reflecting the night, with a story untold
A smile, a living treasure of a tale to be told...
To hearts of men, that are cold,
Look! It's her that I adore
For she's my Cinderella
Not Angela the ballerina, we all know!
In black, she's radiant,
Vibrant as the glowing stars
That add color to my dark sky
In my lonely night,
For she lights up my world
Beyond words, I can live to write
Indeed the girl in a black dress,
You, I'll always think about
Even in the drought of a million years!
Grasshoppers on the maple tree,
sitting and singing all day long,
tee tee, trit a tee, trit a tee,
is always their favourite song!
half the plant leaves have been digested,
like fire has swept entire lea,
no grains left, crops devastated,
as they eat and sing trit a tee!
when solitary, are no threat,
it is when they multiply free,
they change to locusts when upset,
then you hear them sing trit a tee!!
a swarm of locusts is like storm,
noisy green cloud is all you see,
unceasing numbers cause alarm,
they deafen you with trit a tee!
from Moses, from biblical times,
this God sent curse made history,
civilisations heard their chimes,
tee tee, trit a tee, trit a tee!!
life is about ‘ live and let live’,
each insect as precious as bee,
so share the world and learn to give,
let them sing their trit a tee, tee!
Written 15/01/2022
Insect poetry contest
Angela Tune sponsored
8 syllables each line, quatrain with abab rhyme sequence
*Image of Tree, Sunrise, Birds, Mountain by Pixabay.
'Twas Joy Quite Speakable
Beneath the springtime colors,
of azures sky light blue
Are chartreuse plumpish grapes that seem,
to dangle vines so true,
Nearby there lies a babbling brook,
that took our breath away,
Along its length hugging its sides,
were violets on display,
Behind them stood gold daffodils,
magnificence had sprung,
'Twas more than just bright color full,
'tis birds whose tweets had sung,
Now, this sensation we all shared,
brung utter sheer delight,
With smiling faces, laughter too,
a wondrous blessed sight,
On bikes, we rode top country roads,
those feelings stayed with us,
We heard a tune and whistled soon,
thereafter sang its chorus,
Sidewalk cafe we wined and dined,
its cuisine was genuine,
Our waiters tipped us with a song,
and we all had tipped in-kind,
We rode around a quaint old town,
the late noon sun sublime,
then realized the dimming skies,
the telltale signs of time,
We went right off back to the loft,
within the city's square,
hugging each other and then one another,
separately as a pair,
A night of rest we woke refreshed,
and had a lite breakfast,
Our bags were packed, friends back to back,
as we hugged until the last,
I sensed the app, that speakable capped,
and the fullness of heaven's glory,
that all we're feeling, the sense of reeling,
'twas joy in the heart of our story!
"Joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart to stay!"
2022 February 01
*1st Place*
Joy, Hope and kindness
~~Angela Tune: Judged 2022 February 20