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If I were the color of darkness
Night blackening my vision
While my eyes twinkle gentle
Like the stars, drifting in song
Caressing the sky with tones
Of life beyond the blessings
If I were the color of laughter
Lighting the soul with joy
Elating the world with warmth
Vibrant and pure, feelings so true
They cry out with delight
Insight into the heart’s beauty
If I were the color of storms
Rainbows pouring across the noon
After the rain has departed
Left only the music of pastel lines
To embrace the mind who sees
God’s artwork flowing over the trees
If I were the color of silence
Serene and soulful as peaceful dreams
Faded into the smiles of kindness
Brought to the one who knows only
Prayers felt on the heart’s shadows
Praising the Lord for His stillness
If I were the color of blessings
Sent on the wings of angel’s breath
Shining on hopes and devotions
Reflecting on the simplicity of joy
That lingers on the touch of His hand
Reaching down to my spirit with a caress
If I were the color of love
I would sing to God above of the many
Miracles He’s given me in this life
And thank Him for grace, faith and more…
The sense of purpose that comes from
Living for the Son who is so pure and good!
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They all have a different function, they are unique, and it is all about taste.
I usually know which one is going to be gold because it pulls my soul in.
I read each poem three to five times, and I read the winners more times.
Sometimes gold and silver are a toss-up, and I want to flip a coin.
But that would seem like cheating, so I force myself to do the best I can.
Poetry contests are fabulous if you ask me; I truly love both sides of them.
I like poetry contests, because it is terrific to imagine what is being sought.
I especially like the ones that have made up words, guidelines, and artwork.
they are a delightful challenge to me and they give me incredible new ideas.
I like seeing how many greens I get before a gold pop up, it amuses me.
I especially like All Poetry because I can run six contests at a time, and I do.
Comparing people’s poetry is like comparing oranges to clocks to boots.
They all have a different function, they are unique, and it is all about taste.
I usually know which one is going to be gold because it pulls my soul in.
I read each poem three to five times, and I read the winners more times.
Sometimes gold and silver are a toss-up, and I want to flip a coin.
But that would seem like cheating, so I force myself to do the best I can.
Poetry contests are fabulous if you ask me; I truly love both sides of them.
SHENIKA SIMS
going in circles in my mind
jumping over puddles
doing carwheels in multiples of three
thinking of you can't you see
my artwork has more positive themes
my heart medicinally skips beats so it seems
cannot wait to pack suitcases
go so many outfits, bathing suits, and...shoot....clothes to look through
i cannot believe this kind of love i feel for you
i feel like a trampoline with lipstick because i wanna jump your bones
see, you got me saying silly (edit) like that
i am thinking quite unladylike thoughts right now as a matter of fact
however you have been respectful and for the first time in a long time i feel like a lady
renewed, revitalized, and reborn....going in circles in my mind
MARTY KING
going in circles in my mind
got sam cook requesting cupid to draw back that bow
well miss cupid shot straight for my brain and woke me up
the first lovely vision i saw when i did....well....was you
while thinking of you, i find myself feebly attempting to skip rocks in a lake
i find myself jumping up and all up in the spirit making the earth shake and quake
i look at the clouds and see forms of arrows through hearts and people kissing
it took me about twenty some odd years to realize that it is you that i've been missing
while others were steadily moving, here in this dusty corner i sat
i cannot believe that i chose to do ridiculously senseless stuff like that
oh yeah, i am thinking thoughts like a dude, but i choose to sincerely respect you
furthermore, you have been so accepting of Me as My Self, and i have never experienced that as a man
renovated, recognized, and reborn....going in circles in my mind
when the slope of our lives
tilted downwards in agony
suspended in hopeless dreams
and fortunate resilience
we eloped together
scraped traces of a future
from the debris of sorrow
and took off into the light
gathered the moon
spooned together and joined
our remains at hip mind and soul
a stellar spectacle
unveiled eclipses for what they were
shadows of rays to caress
contours for illustration
mosaic patchwork pastels and sepia
free flowing disinhibition
personified artwork in progress
your ruby lips and southern complexion
the aura and irresistible smile
mesmerizing pushing and pulling
guide the compass and magnetic embrace
memories and compassion grace our passage
and imprint the joy of daring adventure
for when one did not take to the road
on a lesser travelled path one never knew
what one would miss on the journey
not a day has passed since we absconded
from past terrors misery and surrender
without essence gratitude and elation
because a kiss of life’s beauty
breathed love kindness and compassion
into a seed bed of meaning
companionship hot coupling
holding each other firm on the soil
at which roots and wings grew
from the moment we escaped
09th September 2021
Funom Makama
A poem written to your spouse ...
Love can be complicated
Like a disarranged puzzle that is passed by daily
No one bothers to put the broken pieces together
All alone, waiting for that special touch
To embrace each piece with gentleness and care
When that special mind that longs to complete and discover the beautiful image
That no one has yet to bring to fruition
The smile that can be seen through the eyes which sees all the perfect imperfections
Making the puzzle so unique and dope its own way
Far from any other puzzle
Challenges unraveling this particular artwork
The optimistic mind brought to life
Which makes the appreciation last forever
Love
Complicated, yet worth the wait
Recently I was blessed to watch a penguin walking…my eyes followed him for a while…and I realized, the more I watched him…the more his walking made me smile.
As he waddled in his tuxedo with his own peculiar style…and grace…I began to wonder how many other simple things in life have brought a smile to my face.
The moment I began to think about it…from my mind examples flew…so I thought I’d catch the ones I could and write them down for you.
When I look at my bald head in the mirror and realize…I don’t need a comb…children praying…a sunrise…a rainbow…welcoming a soldier home.
Anytime I see the ocean…a mountain…or the trees…flowers in bloom that welcome into their petals the butterflies and the bees.
Finding faces in the clouds before they change as they float across the sky…the chicken dance…a baby laughing…watching paper airplanes fly.
Finding money in my pocket…listening to the honking sound of geese…twins…triplets…quadruplets…an old hippie saying…Peace.
The perfect cookie fresh out of the oven with its aroma sweet and strong…wearing silly birthday party hats…my first kiss…my favorite song.
A child’s artwork…you get the picture…but it’s time for me to stop my talking…
and allow you to find your own inspiration…
that begins with…a penguin walking.
the front of that book said thirty cute bats
Cute bats! What about a bat would be cute?
I shuddered a little at the thought.
Then I looked at the artwork.that accompanied that cover
It was a darling stained glass bat
A bat dressed to the eleven’s.in purple, turquoise and oranges.
I had never seen such a bat!
A cartoonist myself, I had to open the book a whisker.
I found myself staring at some mighty cute bats.
some in stained glass, others on t-shirts or in jewelry.
Many of these bats I had to have!
The book was a cataog, and it cost a mere $28.99.
First impression was now out the window
I bought the book and ordered some of these cute bats
Bearing the laws once carved out in stone
there lies a treasure, safe on my shelf.
Countless promises, most yet unknown,
are found in this book like ore in a delf,
unopened, unmined - its knowledge I postpone.
Gathering dust, this idol, my "golden calf"
catches my eye but I leave it alone.
Blessings buried, how the devil must laugh.
Durable leather, skillfully sewn,
intricate artwork, many a graph,
elegant gilding, the author disowned.
Bare truth that can part the wheat from the chaff,
songs that could lighten heartache's sad drone,
message of hope written for mankind's behalf,
but bound by neglect, its mercy cannot atone.
Blessings buried, how the devil must laugh.
Oh dear, dear Dora, fragmented and bright,
A puzzle of planes in the shifting of light.
Green nails are daggers, sharp points on the page,
A geometric dance during the colorful age.
Your purple eye shadow, a block and smear,
Holds two eyes together, yet one’s never near.
One looks to the future, one stares at the past,
In a Cubist arrangement that’s destined to last.
With lipstick applied in a thick, waxy stroke,
Your mouth is a silence that never quite broke.
A triangle’s curve on a violet-stained lip,
As the lines of your spirit begin a courtship.
Oh, Muse of the angles, of squares and of sighs,
With a kaleidoscope burning in deep gold eyes.
You are broken and rebuilt, a masterpiece grand,
With that emerald flash of a segmented hand.