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Despite the pulsing pirouette of urban thresholds,
coruscating catalyst amid detachment,
of golden spoke carousel magnetism,
circle-shape swivel platform roundabout,
that spreads incipient wish fulfilment caper,
as townscape dweller devotee who revels,
in gargantuan silver tinged mineral rush,
of prodigious scoop simolean ascent,
whilst duty bound vociferation from the margins,
will enlist majestic magnanimity befitting,
one of fundamental fortunate flair such as I,
yet one’s habitat has been subject to gauche portrayal,
shelter from Olympic speed amorphous target setting,
where serenity in its multi form expression predominates,
as insidiously potent though urban zeitgeist is,
the off peak bonhomie provided by one’s abode,
must underpin a validating resonant counterfoil,
that lustrous seam jewel-embedded notion,
commonly referenced as unswerving loyal cabal,
though hybrid nuanced fusion on request,
is such an option for assiduous assimilation,
there is no hint or faint suggestion in the slightest,
that one should jettison endearing aspects of street esprit,
and the cataclysmic upsweep inherent in its brief,
the adrenalin so integral for buoyant enterprise,
deep equanimity and raucous daring should coexist,
and not a juxtaposed anathema that clashes,
they converge on several sprouting plots,
contrary to glib assumption blindly trending,
to be unflappable should not imply a bland persona,
effervescent office tumult wayfarer,
still quite the icon in yoga leaning domed quarter,
diffusing stored exuberance in feldspar chip backyard,
where gorgeous inlaid stream’s sunlit gurgle,
is that interfaced amalgam as companions,
from a myriad of disciplines beehive swarm,
to absorb one another’s acrobatic zest,
and synthesise its hub with meditation’s equilibrium,
mantra magic mediating mirthful mayhem,
yet inveigling a crimson ribbon of tranquilness,
to mingle with a whirlpool suction entropy,
in an atmospheric crucible of nonchalant ferment
"by the way did I tell you I love you today"
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The Concertmaster and the Mastro are married.
Micro-mance, she managed to be kind enough to make happy
a stressed out relationship. We laughed but understood the level
of stress she was under with her Mastro husband who is a very talented
person. Faced with the challenge of filling seats and creating an audience
to their certain type of music. They recreated there performance so that
the visual is more assiduous to the audience. A show should resonate a
certain level of thought where attention is paid to the audience and performer.
Not just showcasing in the larger markets, but catering
to smaller crowds at smaller venues. But you know "the Waterfront and the stadium draw
different types. We want those members who are types to follow the show, catch two shows a season and then write us and tell us about it.A venue can draw an audience on it's own you know. The prestige of a classy place gets the guys and gals in tuxedos and gowns.
Goblintimacy, yeah I used the words She said, when the flower guy sells the dozen of roses
and the woman has that uncomfortable but satisfied grin on her face it's something special. That never get's old.
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"the way you look tonight"
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Let me be diligent worker,
Right before your eyes, O my Lord;
For it's only You, dear Father
Who will give me the great reward.
Let me be resourceful servant,
O God Almighty in heaven;
I'll devise ways so important
In climbing the hill and mountain.
Just let me be able to meet
Situations that come my way;
O Lord, success is very sweet,
If I do my best every day.
Let me possess earnest effort
In serving You, dear Almighty;
You give the strength that I exert
In religious activity.
Let me be so assiduous,
To gain glorious achievement;
Yes, let me be industrious,
My Lord, let me be diligent.
From crude wooden ships
Made of twigs and leaves
That sail in the wind
Now moored in the trees
Down from the crows' nest
And over the sides
They descend like raiders
In camouflaged disguise
Furry gray pirates
Plunder and sift
Nuggets pilfered in fall
Ensconced in the drift
No X's or paces
On hand drawn maps
Buccaneers dig kickshaws
For cold winter fat
Assiduous and nervous
And always on alert
For hungry bounty hunters
Aware of their worth
Threatened they scatter
It's "All hands on deck"
Retreating from danger
Their lives are in check
Back to the safety
Of the moored ships that sway
Make ready to sail
And loot the next day
An original poem by thr "poemdog" Daniel Turner
I hung my heart upon the Christmas tree
Placed my hope in a love that came so free
Baby Jesus curled his little finger around mine
Said, I have given you my own bread and wine
Santa came rolling down with his secret gifts
Said, I think your face needs a little lift
Reached deep down into his big red bag
Pulled out some face cream that hides the sag
Snow bells and jingle bells began to ring
Rudolf in high notes began to sing
You don’t need to be sad this Christmas eve
Your tears you can wipe on my good old sleeve
My stockings he stuffed with mouth -watering goodies
The elves beneath the tree peeped from their hoodies
A sugar coated cookie slipped and fell below
Right into the hands of a cheeky little fellow
The snowflakes began to fall so lightly
Upon the decorations that were colored so brightly
Gold feathered angels sang with assiduous rapture
That Christmas eve my wounded heart was captured
COLLEGIATE MANTIS
solo stick figure genuflects at the knees
leafy green, prophet-like.
petitions God with a tenacious grip -
of the windshield wipers,
assiduous antennas flapping in the breeze.
holds on to the lord’s favor,
even as i send his pew flying
this way and that.
with intense stereo-vision he sees far into the future…
like jiminy cricket, his friendship is vital.
peripheral vision perfect, judiciously looks both ways.
o miraculous mantis -
sentinel of paradise,
keep watch over my child.
4th place winner
8/17/2016
contest: Praying Mantis
sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
(this pastiche promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend). My gut reaction that zero apr guilt linkedin with lovely looking lass, who may very well bear the burden of culpable guilt for the rest of (what this totally tubular unknown guy no war) a fulfilling life.
with the assiduous vigor of a cadre of volunteers
brought sought after fruition of freedom
per the release of imprisoned young (twenty something) American lass
whose former life sentenced commuted to egress from an Italian jail
to her home within Seattle, Washington
whereby family, friends and strangers who fought for her liberation
breathed one palpable surprising sigh of euphoric relief
when the plane who boarded landed safely on the tarmac of SEATAC
aswarm with frenzied television camera crews
scrambled to get the initial scoop and what promises
to land this once anonymous cell bait
an undisclosed amount of lucre
which many on the other side of the pond
find mind boggling if not downright objectionable
moreso livid with rage
against the Machiavellian machine
on account of supposed culpability in tandem with her then boy friend
accused (under the guise of guilty fiat)
sans homicide of college roommate
now sought after garnering this fawning female
(salaciously tagged by Perugian court with the sobriquet “she wolf”
now faces a future replete with riches aplenty
allowing gravity of ugly epithet plus stigma from accusation of murder
to serve as basis for what will no doubt be a best seller
not to mention made for the silver screen blockbuster
with subsequent royal carpet treatment
to compensate for guilty judgment decreed
without tangible evidence nor fair trial to boot!
Tending Tapestry’s Tenter
Resilience reticent reverberations receding revelations roaming
Resolving residual revolutions resentment reset reposing rest
Puzzling perceptions poet’s perspective Peace
Agency anticipation an arrays’ arrangement alive assorted aims
Antipode’s adjoining assiduous adaptations anchoured attached
Wily words wildly withheld with watchman’s wake
Contingency contextual concussion colluding caressing carefully
Confused contusion collaborating consequential contra-points
Meaningless meaning meandering my murky mind
Hence hidden host hones hopeful honest harvest
08th June 2018
If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we?
If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice,
Then why do we sit on idle hands, while Trump eradicates our posterity’s opportunities,
As if they were written in sand?
If not being able to read was a choice,
Then why do you go to the PlayStation in a rush
while your library card collects dust?
Even a Ward educates themselves,
Even the eunuch Greyjoy developed the courage to stand against evil.
In the midst of upheaval, one mustn’t look through a straw while planning the future.
The sagacious knows fighting must be eschewed when only death is in thy terms.
Allah heard their suffering, but sometimes the way out is through.
They didn’t endure out of docility or obsequiousness,
But out of discernment and sagacity.
The desolate doesn’t become prosperous by exclaiming tumultuous absurdities,
But by embodying opulent minds.
Go back to the mother, which is the way, and endure the storm,
While being metamorphic in form.
You see, my Kings and Queens,
The only choice they made was to give their posterity a fighting chance,
To gather strength while the usurpers wane and start to underestimate.
We must pick up the quill and write our own fates,
No more brooding or carping about what Donny Thrump is doing.
One man’s decisions determine another man’s life,
As much as a drought challenges the land.
Yet, life, like the Way, will always find a path to flourish,
Forevermore permeating even the harshest conditions.
We must stop talking about what great leaders and men should be,
And become Great Men and Assiduous Leaders.
We were the first great civilization and shall act as such.
Lead with grace,
Strike with prudence,
Read great books that enrich the mind,
Treat each other with unyielding reverence,
Because we each carry a piece of the divine.
I am that I am, and I am my brother's keeper.
I, bee recons that you shall never think
Any other tiny flying artists that sting
We sting a bit just to defend and protect
Ourselves and our masterful engineering project
We're cooperatively building a huge beehive
With hexagonal designs-- all sizes jive
Doors’ height and angles are congruent
Accurate measurement--our God's given talent
We follow obediently and respect our queen
Values and virtues we show, can you glean?
Our creativity can help you in your occupation
Making sweets through our assiduous pollination
We work systematically in manufacturing
Following procedures like collecting and packing
After gathering the nectar in our colony
Our wings and breeze duo, turning them into honey
I think, we're one of the most important pollinators
Doing our best in the field of gardening or agriculture
I beg you not to hurt, so we'll always bee-darlings
I'm Jollibee, speaking on behalf of my co-sweet things
We're small flying insects but we're incredible
In the aesthetic works of nature, our God's wonder
May 30, 2022 11.33pm
Note: I miss Jollibee. I love Jollibee so much. My number 1. If you want to see my fave, you can search his picture at google. Thank you