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Or Woman, Or Child, Or...
The following elucidated
conjecture actually can
(reed best) be taken with a grain
of salt, and no re ban
nah nah split 'ope ya 'ere me
cloud and lear, cuz (Oh my...
heavens to Betsy), ennui
got pulled by Evan -
Jewel Lean, who handed this long fellow
(wads worth to you)
speculation with fan
see prestidigitation legerdemain - tan
ta mount to cheap tricks
re: out of thin air
by this half
fast hue man,
Hill Billy Willy Wonka Nilly,
who blithely doth asseverate
apothegm (poem title) equally applicable
Century21 today Aswan
damn maxim initially
bespoke, when collective
primates begat enfant terrible
foo fighting predetermining anon
metastasizing debacle Yeti
bedeviling civilization
a bajillion years in the future with
Matthew Scott Harris deadpan
words worth less his way
before even an odd iota
of dire straight sultan
of swing didst merely span
spottily scattered amidst
pristine Earth, where
unchanging arboreal
beastie boys to oman,
and flock of sea gulls
continuity elapsed – Ivan
hunch, albeit un
recorded disc contented sow
sow hogtied pan
dum mo' nee ham, or
blessed historical events,
kept (stay'n) alive,
courtesy"FAKE" Trump
petting Dapper Dan,
where he knit pattern,
qua oral tradition, sans clan
destine scattered hot pockets
of sparse *****sapiens,
i.e. humanity LESS preponderant,
primary, and/or prolific,
where superstitions parlayed
(voodoo with no Fran Schwa),
and whirling dervishes fed elan,
which earliest recorded (doctored,
digitized, and demented
oh yea), not
tomb mitt to dimly mentioned
asper "time and tide
wait for no man"
purportedly by one
Saint Marher, circa:
1225 anno domini.
Touch And See
We are a society of folded ears. We opt for our apps
through touch tone effect instead of real conversation.
We are a generation of visual selects that forgo the hearing
only to embrace tap memorandum. It works great on the optic
nerve but what does it do for the hearing workout ?
We send emoticons & floating sonic hearts but sometimes
we need to be heard for .... R E A L ....
we need time that the computer can't steal...
. we read about our family members through the internet
. we listen to nature through the internet
it is easy to lose our equilibrium and feel like we are living
in a cyber wheel that doesn't stop.
A D D ... ANOTHER DIFINITION for it WOULD BE,
Applicable, * Deaf *Disorder
DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU.
I wondered how she would act that day.
Her door was ajar; I peeked in.
The scene I saw made me pray.
She looked so angry; then
I feared she’d come out.
Would she whip me?
Would she shout?
Why would
she?
I,
she had
often said,
was very bad;
so she’d stay in bed,
take pills, rant, cry, and drink.
Why could Mama not love me?
That’s when I saw the gun. I think
the scene I saw, no one could un-see.
FICTION
December 31, 2018, entered in John Lawless's Slap the Muse Contest
This one got NA'd--not once, but twice! Can you imagine? This poem deserves
to place because--well, because it's a masterpiece. This fact must be obvious to you, to anyone! :-)
Date: May 16, 2019
Contest Title: The Applicable Not Applicable Contests
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureaux
Pillar of perfect Civilization
Foundation stone truly speaks of pure love of humanity
No discrimination of nepotism in any way for any reason
where nothing is concerned about Country race religion caste creed black or white
Just considers only humanity which is above all
where human is treated as human only in priority
The law of pure humanity speaks about love only
but not applicable for inhuman people
For inhuman people injustice is justice
Pure social human norms are their hates
destruction is their destination
they feel happy by inflicting pain to others
Ultimately they donot know to love themselves also
The car crashed with death.
The force of fate could not hold the wheels.
Our sky shattered to million pieces hither and thither...........
My wife died.
An ear splitting yowling reverberant sound silenced all.
A blue flash of lightning suddenly disappeared.
A curtain of pain fell upon our window panes,
and stumbling in darkness, we skittered on.
With crunched bones, calloused palms dazed in bloody horror,
our lurched heart rendered a numbing pain...
a pain that could be heard when my two year old asks, "Where's mummy gone?"
She had created our sky, lighted it with love
the moon turned black, blown off by a bomb.
I show my son, a star which is now his mom.
Dated 28th April 2019
Originally submitted to two contests where it was NA
But it was written with lot of emotions from my side and I expected that many people should be able to relate with the story of some friend or family where a small child is deprived love of a mother lost to cruel hands of destiny, accident or disease
RESUBMITTED to Contest --Applicable Not Applicable Contests
Sponsor Richard Lamoureux
A Jewish woman, accused of being an adulteress
The determination: a gruesome, stressful test
Yet something somehow seems awfully wrong
A verdict of guilty cannot possibly belong
in a case where an adulteress is seen to be insane
where a 'spirit of folly' has invaded her brain...
And how is adultery even conceivable for a holy Jewish soul
Which knows that acts of outright evil trigger a Halakhic* boil ~
Only the Devil himself, the Evil Inclination, could cause such a tragedy
Fight him with the holy Torah, the antidote for all iniquity
___________________________________________________________
*'Halakhic' references 'Torah Law'
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Just in case (JIC) you were wondering, the gruesome test of the adulter-
ess, as well as its verdict, were discontinued with the destruction of the
Jerusalem Temple by the Romans in 70 C.E... However, the law against
adultery remains part and parcel of the Decalogue: 'Thou shalt not com-
mit adultery.' This law is applicable to Jews and non-Jews alike, punish-
able by the 'Heavenly Court.' (cc to FDR, JFK, Bill Clinton, Donald Trump,
Jeffrey Epstein, Eliot Spitzer, Sheldon Silverman, ... et al.)
A mother’s ears - fine tuned
will pick up on her infant whimpering
in the middle of the night.
Whether the baby’s cries are soft
or even if the mother herself is deep in restful sleep,
her child’s distress will prick her ears
rousing her from even her sweetest dreams.
A mother’s arms will cradle her small son,
wrapping him in a loving warmth
that will abide with him to his dying day.
Her cooing voice will ease his unnamed fears;
her gentle eyes will instill in his developing mind
an image of devotion, which reinforced through time,
will compel him to seek a mate
who will look at him one day
in that same adoring way
A mother’s ears will hear at last
her child breathing deeply.
Then the mother’s heart will swell with quiet delight
knowing she has comforted her son.
For Richard Lamoureux's Applicable Not Applicable Contests Poetry Contest
Why I think this poem deserves to be read: When I first wrote this one, I could feel it unfolding very naturally in a style I do not often use. I can't recall if the contest asked specifically for free verse, but I felt that I had done a nice job with that form. That is why I was surprised when I got an N/A. More surprising to me is that I got two other N/A's when I entered it into other contests based on mothers (using old or new poems). I had hoped for this one to get more attention because it's one of my better tributes to mothers and entails my strong feelings on how important a mother is in the development of her children, particularly in the emotional development of her son(s). Sorry it is not a humorous story. I know I have a good funny one somewhere that got an N/A, but I can't remember its title any more or how to find it! Also, I have N/A poems better than this, but I do not feel comfortable using a poem that has N/A in one contest but a win in another, so that is another reason why I decided on this one. To my knowledge it has all N/A's.
In A Perfect World
Within a perfect world, you see,
no challenges would we foresee.
No need to change, to form a quest
to help make good, better and best.
No goals, no productivity
within a perfect world, you see.
Impossible to strive for more
when there is nothing to explore.
Perfection comes from mending flaws;
without them, there's no purpose 'cause
within a perfect world, you see
improving life could never be.
A perfect world might not be fine;
there must be good for best to shine.
There is no point to even be
within a perfect world, you see.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Applicable - Not Applicable
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Judged: 06/02/2019
The contest theme was "In A Perfect World," and rather than write about the positive blessings of a 'perfect world', I decided to express the negatives - that perfection leaves no reason or room for growth and accomplishment. But the contest sponsor had something else in mind...my poem was not 'perfect', not 'applicable' enough...and so I earned an NA :( :(
Charismatic Zoe consistently bears tendancy
of softening strangers into friends
Perhaps resulting from her relocating frequency
Her familiarity with 'all sorts' hones empathy
Inspires trust, apprehension suspends
Fresh town primed to garner aquaintence
In the year charming Zoe turns thirty eight
Uninhibited, curious, built by self reliance
Folks cheerfully offer firm alliance
Her attentiveness ensures it remains
Zoe values conversation vivid vivacious
Exuding nonchalance, ability to laugh at her folly
Fabulous new friendships steadily progress
Synchronisity cements compadre success
Several new girlfriends all in their forties!
Shrinking space separates her from next decade
Stubborn Zoe pictures dowdy entirely optional
Zone of forty hopefully could be allayed
Reality shattered, coming years delayed
Ignorance imagines aging not applicable
She perceives it holds hands with abating energy
Admires dignity older friends can achieve
Surely high spirits dissolve eventually?
Settled staid of middle aged brings lethargy
Lustre of gusto a gown youth beseech
Witty Zoe's process barely outstanding
Timidly turning formidable forty - - - -
Truth had evaded fathomed planning
Age expectations are pure semantics!
Trajectory questions finally sorted
Embracing increasing, relaxed stance decided
Zoe dresses in fearless effervescent
Category defiant, her latitude desirable
Zeal's spirit reveals pleasant surprises
Takes unashamedly from unfolding present
Written for : Time Poem Contest
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Originated : 9th June 2020
The individual universe in each persona,
changes by the hour in changing spectrum of the sun’s corona.
The constant different light by day and night through the year,
many different dresses for destiny and her dance to wear.
Images and recorded drama from distant lights,
every rationality and senses one might fight.
The quest of soul and subtle mentality to be free,
pointing to the possibility in advance to be.
The silent rhythm of consequence from long ago,
holding the beatitude in its dimension to and fro.
The exhausting pattern established by convenient same,
playing the recognised melody in this applicable frame.
The phantom of destiny in fear based dreams,
images of impossibilities everywhere it seems.
Ghostly attachments for sure fulfilled,
impossible contentment by questions milled.
The leading lady of desires in pulse of gestalt,
transitions of learning the subtle self by occult.
The denial here in painful incidence,
the trapped mind in tragic body residence.
Dance the waltz of slow evolution,
until the dept of purpose sets the timing of conclusion.
The freedom of movement in body bound,
all celestial lights have them, where they need to be found.
Destiny likes her facts and symphony in play,
giving the option by truth and sincerity without delay.