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With a kindness that needs no description
He kisses me gently and tenderly
Caressing me devoid of encryption
Filling my heart with thrills so splendidly
With a sense of insight that is so strong
Rousing faith that is alive with pleasure
He fills my spirit with a lovely song
Making me feel blessed by such treasure
With inspiring hope that wakens my joy
He stirs my feelings to sweetest wonders
Healing my pain in ways that won’t annoy
That this love lives without any plunders
Love like this only comes around one time
Without sincere grace, it dies in its prime
Love Sonnet Poetry Contest
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October 4, 2020
Whittled skittled Bazball skint
Belittled lost the glint of Clint
Have a dig make my day big hint
Whatever they say never skinflint
In every stint we will always sprint
Hope dope blueprint trope's mint
The jibber jabber about the Gabba
White knights or ghoulish frights
Stagefright day night under lights
Highlights or more foolish flights
In the ascendancy have that tendency
Heresy or do they deserve clemency
Jealously let them preserve their legacy
Lose again barricaded in the Embassy
Stokes blokes smokes with their high jinx
Ben’s mens sneaky kinks find the chinks
Bazball minx in sync with cheeky winks
Glasses clinks as fans sinks their drinks
Nearly boys ploys bring us back from the brink
What do you think ..will our envoys annoy shrink
Another pity ditty in a sweltering city.. sh**ty stink
Or blink ignore the noise....spurred on by the slurs
Purrs like the Psychedelic Furs..joys of Pretty in Pink?
The Defiance
I feel this night to be stolen from me
This endless night when I’m sitting lone
Day by day, the ever quest is ever harder to see
Of a life to belong never mine… to own
From several weeks ago to only seem too soon
Were my days a helpless stray into the arms of night!
From a dawning Sun to share sorrows alike till a dusking moon
Should there ever be a tranquility to shed a sympathy light?
As remembered, the life of Alkaiya hangs upon a thread
Whether alive it be or death be claimed, remains unknown
With a future unseen, my thoughts were unwritten to be read
And I yearn for the fruits of The Ancients be rapidly sown!
Let there be tranquility to will, of this I pray
No matter the endless nights of places searched in vain
With age, were dreams dreamt much lesser towards everyday!
Might The Askance be of aid to deliver me once again?
Have I forgotten my bearings, my place in the world?
Have I forgotten the belated me, from a once life I live?
Did I remember my dreams with portals welcoming in swirl?
Are there no more of mystic evidence to once more believe?
And I enclose my eyes, envisioning a once moment before
Endearing the fabrics of time woven with melodic aria
However much of information I’m to congregate I’ll recall
Anything and everything I’ll do in sacrifice for Alkaiya
{And as I open my eyes to believe what I’m to see
Alkiaya is in my arms in distance hopes never to be
Is it a dream, simply a dream and nothing more?
If I am to blink my eyes, is the moment nevermore to recall?
And with tears to relent to, I’m to see the truth as true
Of concerns ingrain to forever dispose to never again feel
It is at this moment I’m to know how much she is to mean
If not to love, neither to hold, be perhaps what love can bring
I guess as long she’s alive and by my side, there is nothing more to ask for
And should the day be known when together in love, may well be meant so much more
In the meantime, Twit the Sylvan is already rejoicing in joy
Regaining once again, his special magical ability to annoy
Sylvius isn’t anywhere unfortunately, to share this occasion
A wonder for a Fallen as the hopes of The Ancients is in assurance
However is the future to unfold, my heart has taken a leap
To be entwined with Alkaiya as evidently she wills to speak}
It’s not all that difficult to be kind.
If someone is struggling, give them a hand.
Does someone annoy you? Then press rewind.
Put yourself in the shoes in which THEY stand.
See things from others’ perspective and know
it’s not all that difficult to be kind.
Smile at the grumpy ones. Give it a go!
Folks’ trials are not hard to be divined.
We all have trials which we’ve been assigned.
Patience and compassion we learn this way.
It’s not all that difficult to be kind.
Judge not your neighbors. For guidance pray!
Someone feels sick? Ask them what you can do.
Someone looks lost or lonely? Don’t act blind.
Find one to help them if it can’t be you.
It’s not all that difficult to be kind.
June 8, 2020
N/A not entered in any other contest since
F-ill your heart with joy,
E-cstasy and pure pleasure;
L-et great gladness lessen
Y-our anxiety and pressure.
C-ram your mind with mirth,
R-apture and excitement;
I-nteresting celebration
S-eems to be so nice event.
O-nce you're charged with joy,
L-ife of you becomes better;
O-pen your eyes to behold
G-ray clouds shall be
O-ver.
A-ugust eleventh early morn,
B-eautiful day has broken;
A-fter the night is gone,
S-ky's bright in seventh heaven.
T-housand thrill is placed
I-nside you, deep within;
L-et the priceless delight
L-ive in your heart so often.
A-side from the frown, loneliness cannot annoy;
S-imply because of euphoria, filling your heart with joy.
Many things annoy me
fools are top of the list
you know when they make
same mistakes time and again
Or spout utter rubbish
just for something to say
no meaning or purpose
just verbal diarrhoea
Injustice of any form
really gets my goat
like a hapless victim
bullied for being different
Or a cat or dog being kicked
just because their owner
is taking out their frustration on
something that can not fight back
Theft is another one that annoys
people work hard for what they have
only to have their homes invaded
their treasures stolen or smashed
Belongings defecated on, why?
usually it is jealousy or plain spite
people who misuse positions of power
these and many more really get my goat.
written 02/20/2014
contest What Annoys You
sponsor Frank H
PILLOW TALK ABUSE (collaboration)
by~ Andrea Dietrich
Again you’re droning on and on and on.
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada.
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone.
Why can’t you close your eyes?
You know you oughta.
Just press those lips together tight and zip!
My lids are getting heavy as you talk.
So now I offer you this little tip.
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk?
The clear night air might open up your mind.
Before you kill the bush you’re beating round.
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind,
But when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . .
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . .
Please shut your trap.
We’ve long since hit the sack!
by~ Poet Destroyer
Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.
A collaboration with * ANDREA DIETRICH
My collaboration contest
My writing gets wavy and I bet it would annoy some perfectionists out there.
I’m annoying but I don’t care right now.
They hate me, so I write about that too.
The tree outside is weird and funny and bouncy.
So I scribble a tree and the tree has a face.
So I look outside again, and the tree is talking to me.
I’m alone and talking to this tree.
I’m in my room and I sleep here sometimes.
But tonight, sleep seems silly and far away.
Stretching out my words.
Ohhh,
Or awww!
Or owww!
Howling in my room.
Until my mom hears my song and opens my door.
She’s angry.
I turn the light low but never off.
And write about that too!
What have you done oh God of my heart
with love of a man you have filled every part
there was peace here once now it is gone
I stand alone though to him I belong
Why is it always the ones that I love
never return that gift from above
Love was supposed to bring us joy
but the one I love I seem to annoy
will I find peace in the dust of death
it seems more desirable than a heart bereft
for in death is the comfort of peace
wherefore the pangs of life seeks release
no toils , no trouble , six feet below
away from the fates I have come to know
beneath pale moon and her starry sky
to you alone whose tears hear me cry
my heart and its parts were given to you
to what I have learned I have tried to be true
the pyre of desire and I walk in its flame
a prison I cannot seem to its name
conflict and strife abiding here now
in a place that had peace alongside my vow
a crimson tide has washed my soul
the seeds of desire have taken their toll
I think I need freedom if I am to live
but my heart to another it seems you would give
what good can it do him if he cannot see
the depth of the loving dwelling in me
why I ask why have you done this thing
where is the joy you hoped to him bring
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Seeking now for recovery
I beseech God to heal my soul
from wasted years of misery...
oh, so longing to be made whole.
Seeking help with sincerity
my heart wrestles for earnest plight
freedom from addiction's pity
pleading toward step in the light.
Oh, I long for sweet peace* and joy
amidst teardrops, sorrow and pain
please smite worry's doubt that annoy
grant me wondrous thanksgiving gain.
Lift my spirit from feeling low
to seize life's quest with eager zest
let me bask under serene flow
finding haven in hopeful rest.
*Psalm 39:12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Response to Glenn Hughes "Wasted Again"
June 7, 2024
5th place, "Glenn Hughes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 6/16/2024