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Coruscating gravitas
imbibed algebraic
cerebral tranches
to spark
alacrity defiant
material manducation
deployed tangibly
phlegmatic
whilst
begetting manifest
miraculous meteoric
innovative impulses
when
penetrating bailiwicks
of tongue-contortion
cerebrum
eidetic retention
straddling juncture’s
poised gateway
as
baton weaving
catalyst triumphant
for
pumped ensemble
virtuoso visionaries
who
taproot trajectories
cocoon emerging
brainchild unfettered
obsessing
magazine mandarins
artistic
archetypal Monet
lavish lavender
lily pond
with
balsamic brushstrokes
galvanising
similar maven
budding Einsteins
blazing trails
of
original contrivance
boosting beneficial
health domain
of
wellspring weal
integrating impactful
slants
gearshift gargantuan
narcissistic nadir
repetitive
regurgitations rampant
abjured by
polymath prodigious
whose
appalachian peak
of antecedents
an avalanche
tintinnabulation
enunciated showpiece
heralds harvesting
gilt-edged prodigy
in fields
belletrist
nimble-fingered
experiential
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A knife lie in her bed, her hand rests atop the hilt.
The satin maple bed frame lie bare beneath her fingers,
And the aliferous knife lie skin warm in the cradle of her hand.
A pile of gossamer shavings grow on her sheets,
Surrounded by splinters near her pillow-
concealed by soft down.
She awaits the conception of a fish,
Sat in the pillar of her crib.
She pictures she’s an old wiseman, with an Appalachian drawl
Widdleing on his back porch- rocking on a pine chair
The bones of her fish turn crimson-
A red herring
The laceration in her thumb lolls a bright serum
She was stopped by worry, but then she recalled-
That’s what the knife was for anyways
30 years ago she was 21 years olds… and therein begins her tale…
for it was then her dream began…to hike the Appalachian Trail.
As a young woman filled with hope and excitement she eagerly began her jaunt
but she didn’t make it to the finish…giving up when she reached Vermont.
It was there she told herself, she made a vow,…she would not be defeated
for one day, although she knew not when, her hike would be completed.
I’ll complete my hike before I’m 30 she told herself…as her ego she consoled.
By 30 I will finish the trail…by 30 is my goal.
Then she attended college, got a job and it seemed to be her fate
that responsibilities were calling now and her hike would have to wait.
I’ll complete my hike before I’m 40 she told herself…as her ego she consoled.
By 40 I will finish the trail…by 40 is my goal.
But marriage and children found their way into her life and it seemed to be her fate
their needs superseded her wants…and her hike would have to wait…
I’ll complete my hike before I’m 50 she told herself…as her ego she consoled.
By 50 I will finish the trail…by 50 is my goal.
By 51…her marriage ended, her children grown…time was moving slow…
and her mind returned to her promise made all those years ago.
She knew it wouldn’t be easy…She knew it would be a strain
but she started hiking in Vermont and finished up in Maine.
When she reached the top of Mount Katahdin a smile overwhelmed her face
as she thought of all the years it took…to finally reach this place.
She thought how proud she was to be standing there…proud her hike was through…
proud she kept her promise…proud she made her dream come true.
At 51…she thought of the young girl who made that promise…how life had intervened.
of all that had happened to her…in those 30 years in between.
And as I listened to her story…I thought how it never is too late…
for no matter how long it may take us…some dreams are worth the wait.
The older I get the more and more I become aware
that when you stop to look at little things…there’s always magic there.
Yesterday we walked the Appalachian trail…
not the entire trail
no, our walk was incomplete
I estimate we actually walked about three hundred feet.
But in the little bit we hiked much to our surprise
we saw flowers, trees and mushrooms and a host of butterflies.
Once down from the trail we hit the white water…actually we didn’t pick up an oar.
We watched, as other people braved the rapids, from the safety of the shore.
But we climbed on rocks, we skipped stones…and with the river running fast
as the rafters cleared the final hurdle we cheered them when they passed.
We waved at a train, talked to people we didn’t know, felt a cool breeze in our hair, watched insects crawl among the rocks as we were sitting there.
We stopped to have a picnic…picking up hot boiled peanuts along the way.
We drove home the Blue Ridge Parkway…pausing to enjoy the beauty of the day.
When we returned to the cabin…
after a morning where so many little things fell into our laps
We took a little time…and took a little nap.
Later in the evening…seated in our rocking chairs
we watched the sun set and the moon rise…as the sound of crickets filled the air.
And I had to smile as I sat in the rocker thinking of all we happened to see
as I was one again reminded of how big the little things can be.
And how important, it is…after a week like we’ve had in our country,
where sorrow has reigned as king…
in the midst of a sadness so big
to look for happiness in little things.
Mornings, light and smiling
Coffee brewing, black
Meat frying in a cast iron skillet
Grease, flour and milk, stirred together
Gravy poured over steaming biscuits
Granny’s breakfast – typically
Grown to life from a wood cookstove
Noon, gentle sunshine
Picking cornfield beans, breaking
The beans and then washing them
Placing them into a vessel, a pot
Seasoned with pork - fatback
Cooking over the sweaty heat
Of that stove where oak and birch
Smoked with flames of dripping
Perspiration falling from faces
Who were encouraged to listen
With wistful wishes warming
Hearts who know Granny’s garden
Will sustain the whole lot of a family
From the Appalachian mountains
Evening, flickering fireflies
Dancing through the night
Flavoring the heart with joy
As the porch swing squeaks to life
Reminding the heart that loves
Lives here, amid the beans and trees
The biscuits and pork drippings
Grease for gravy, seasonings
And the mind just a bit gladder
Because there is this devotion
Family with foundations of love
Brought to life by His presence
It is their faith that awakens
The mind, the heart, the soul
To the light that survives the test
Of time, of memories, of sighs
In the air of reminiscence, memory
Breathing music through the night
Singing praise to the God of love
The reason for all that delights
The wonder of a prayer satisfied
To the memory – this is the good life!
u CHOOSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Theme chosen - 15.Love
April 9, 2022
They brought their music to the hills,
brooked no softening,
yet in time, the Appalachian mists
grew softer, the work less dire.
Their tunes recalled one Celtic root,
one that had broken the will of nations
to ever own them.
When they left those lands
they did not abandon them
but sought the high hills.
Now they are assailed
by their own young
who have forgotten to be free,
yet the very earth is planted
with their unyielding bloodlines.
They will be the last to surrender,
their history grows deeper
in each age of sorrow and joy,
for they’re an elegy as old and green
as distant hills everywhere.
Jewel layer templates
gilded upstream sigh
winsome eyelet skimmed
scorning dawn orb
Delphic mustard sketch
on sapphire sequins
Appalachian awning
bearing flimsy nuggets
surreal slender straw’s
amber seam gore
lentil seed pod float
upon cashmere shrub
rainbird doleful cry
of damp gray epoch
amid citrus rind
cloud form sun drench
flabbergasted bard now
flailing as tinted
backscatter orange
alert impacts
banana belt script
beleaguered poet yens
tangential sepia pitch
for effervescent voyage
golden jug muse
saliva whorl thimbleful
as earthly thoughts
shimmer edgeways
while the isthmus
of indented arcades
random periwinkle
brushed aside by
spineless green matrix
adapted pun bound
to lace immersive
benign rapt plumage
hedgerow chirper squall
willow warbler, goldcrest
red bunting, greenfinch
broader scope anon
spotted flycatcher fitz-bew
amongst Glen thicket
a subdued tumult
but latent twitter
mint coda riot
paper craft adrift
hankers after worlds
ethereal and
neon-wrought ploy
incandescent dream lure
suburb tang visceral
round acorn strip
fenced circlegram
hub, imbiber of
fluctuating shade
and swerve corridor
of urban transit
where pavement
clad mosaic flaunts
its pear cut diamond
They brought their music to the hills,
a gritty music
that world brook no softening,
but in time the Appalachian mists
grew softer and the work less dire.
They were not one people,
they were one music,
tunes that recalled Celtic roots
that had broken the will of nations
to ever control them.
When they left those homelands
they did not abandon the high landscapes
but sought the hill country
wherever they travelled.
Now they are assailed
by their own who have forgotten
how to be free.
Music keeps them singing,
the earth is planted
with their unyielding bloodlines.
They will be the last to surrender
to those that see only a fading time,
for they dwell within their own time
and their history grows deeper
in each age of sorrow and joy,
an elegy as old and green
as distant hills everywhere.
HE READ WHAT WOULD BE CALLED THE
"ROLL CALL OF CHAMPIONS"
THE COMPANY NAMES THAT COMPRISE
THE TALUS, AND THE SANCTIONING BODIES
THAT RECOGNIZED THE TALUS CHAMPION AS
THE PREMIER CHAMPION IN WRESTLING
THE PRESTIGE OF HOLDING THE MOST
PRESIGESES PRIZE IN THE WORLD!
......KENTUCKY CHAMPIONSHIP
......THE CANADIAN CHAMPIONSHIP
......SOUTH ASIAN WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......ALL FRANCE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......MEXICAN WRESTLING ELITE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NEW BRAZILIAN WRESTLING CROWN CHAMPION
.....THE GREAT NORTHWEST WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
....... NEW CHINA CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING
.......BRITISH GOLDSTONE TROPHY
......ALABAMA WORLD PRIZE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......NEW YORK STATE AND JERSEY SHORE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NEW GROUND APPALACHIAN CHAMPION
......HOLLYWOOD WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......CUBA NATIONAL WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NATIONAL WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
......AMERICAN WRESTLING ALLIANCE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
....NEW GUINEA ALL PRO WRESTLING MERCHANT CHAMPIONSHIP
......MARYLAND FIGHT PRIZE CHAMPIONSHIP
....... ALL TEXAS NATIONAL WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD TITLE AND MEXICO CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
......PUERTO RICO WORLD WRESTLING COUNCIL WORLD WIDE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.......sOUTH AFRICAN AND UNIFIED EGYPT CHAMPIONSHIP
.....RUSSIAN NATIONAL WRESTLING COUNCIL CHAMPIONSHIP
....MONGOLIAN WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING TITLE
....INDIA NATION NATIONAL WRESTLING TROPHY
....GERMAN WRESTLING AFFILIATE "CROWN OF WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
WORLD WIDE WRESTLING'S WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
THESE ALL COMPRISE WHAT WE RECOGNIZE THE WORLD OVER AS THE TALUS CHAMPION THE ULTIMATE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
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THIS WAS TO CALL ATTENTION TO THE STAKEHOLDER MEETING IN CANTON OHIO TO FINALIZE THE SCHEDULE FOR THE TALUS CHAMPION AND HIS OPPONENTS. tHEY WERE SEARCHING FOR AN INDEPENDENT COMPANY TO SANCTION THE MATCHES FROM STATE TO STATE AND COUNTRY TO COUNTRY