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Dear Poetic Bird! Move lean, wide, fly to the sky.
With every tune and sound, you adorn the moon.
The sun is rising, and assumptions are shying away.
Love is dawning, so dance, cheer, and replay!
Wonderful nightingale! Enthralling with the croon.
Dear Poetic Bird! Move lean, wide, fly to the sky.
Flowing at night, while the trees are ghastly dry.
To offer mental relief to the lover by filling a ray of tune.
The sun is rising, and assumptions are shying away.
She yelled out her song, and then her sweetheart cry.
For every single person, love is lost too soon.
Dear Poetic Bird! Move lean, wide, fly to the sky.
To discover a rose, the nightingale veered every way.
She brought feathery wings to the rose festoon.
The sun is rising, and assumptions are shying away.
Sending a white rose would permit me to sing every day.
But that is the only red rose, and everything else is ruin.
Dear Poetic Bird! Move lean, wide, fly to the sky.
The sun is rising, and assumptions are shying away.
Written: May 17, 2021
This Or That, Vol 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
When debate gets personal and inflamed,
You cry: 'Why can't you talk like an adult?'
'Why can't you engage in adult conversation,
without the claptrap, rants and rage with hurls of abuse and name calling?'
But, I wonder if this is really wise.
For out of the mouths of babes big things grow!
Little voices, utter unfiltered truths.
Resplendent in their concise simplicity.
Unbound by convention's constraints.
They see the world with profound clarity devoid of taints.
They ask easy questions, from their inquiring minds,
That challenge adult's cluttered and confused assumptions.
Their untamed and unabashed honesty in talk,
Cuts to the quick of the question's inner core and kernel.
Children see the world with fresh, clear eyes,
Unfettered by custom fetish, bias or disguise.
Innocent voices, unfiltered and all too true,
Speak simple truths, we've forgotten we knew.
Adults need to speak more child-like,
to be truly useful, helpful and truthful.
Amethyst shades dazzle her mysteriousness
hiding black secrets in vulnerable mellows
though recognized in the forgotten marshes
she's said to possess dark onyx powers.
She smiles at lost passersby in the red valley
aware of the myths bubbling beneath wet soil
and they disappear in unexplored forests
seemingly safer than her uncharted evil mind
every full moon augments her fragrance they say
her Carmen blooms to entrap innocent souls.
A thousand false alarms wrapped in assumptions
for they'd never know she's a trampled magnolia
tattered spirits in frayed rags was all she had
dried oceans of scarlet tears in enclaves of fears
humanity died on a full moon night under heavy breaths
her weakened screams muted with lustful arms
blurred visions of a forced conviction in blood
her faint shrieks died in this swamp of tragedies
till her blood froze beneath slumbering snow.
Her burning spirit simmered mauve mists
slimy seeds sprouted the dirty green marshes
spring bloomed her courage to recollect storms
crushed to sprinkle colors on heavenly topanga
diamonds in her mind shimmer as she laughs
sending ripples of valor in perturbed oceans
embracing her flaws she sings a folk melody
trances of whispers blended in mellow symphony
legends of crimson valley float with her flute
a goddess calming oppressed souls to breathe
they've heard stories of sapphires burning
splashing colors of freedom and kindness
but all they see on drooping moonless nights
her pious caricature coming alive in dark
magenta petals blooming in layered fog of storms
turning mauve then scarlet glittering ruby
spreading wings from green marshes perfumed flowers
on elevators of courage to save scarred souls
infant butterflies arise in lilac hues of whispering hopes.
July 4, 2020
A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
~Winner: 1st Place
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Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
~Premiere Contest Winner: 2nd Place
Whence the first rays of sunlight fall,
And nary a bird awake,
The purple shades of sky,
Signal for the war-drums to be played.
Sleep blown away,
The gruelling struggle stirs,
And the blueing sky calls,
For the armies to lay waste.
A thousand graves are dug,
Lifted aside are fallen men,
Letters put into being,
To be perused by brood and and bruv.
War stems from hope and anger,
In an inebriated state of righteousness,
Unfounded assumptions seeded by desire,
To be brought to rest in a book or melancholy tune of lyre.
So beware, raconteur,
the golden crusade, a facade of wreath of laurel,
For triumph is founded on the back of coercion.
Alas, nations will fight with power,
But men will be flayed away,
Not unlike the fabled golden crusade.
What we suspect is almost always never what it seems,
So why make assumptions we put in place and believe,
Some things we know beyond the shadow of a doubt,
And even then we're still trying to figure it out,
I've had it, I'm done...control can take a backseat,
I'm finished trying so hard, when it's almost never what it seems,
Curve ball after curve ball, I surrender,
I'm gonna let life happen and just get it together,
If you care, you show it, you know the difference,
Words without actions are beautiful from a distance,
Don't take it serious, keep an open mind,
The truth always comes out in its place n time...
I have always had a fondness for the narrative of dreams.
Why this may be so
I could not speak.
I do recall a former life as a psych major
reading Freud's Interpretation of Dreams.
Recognizing his iconic topography
yet wondering about his training
in phylogeny,
predicting one's pre-adolescent healthy ego
and ecological restorations
of our species' cooperatively maturing habitat
throughout our multicultural
matriarchal-dominant rebirthing story.
I hope to feel
this timeless sacred narrative
of Earth's reweaving Sabbath,
regenerating Eden's therapeutic dreams
of polyculturing Paradise.
And,
not quite so many patriarchal pathological nightmares
emerging shared paranoid and claustrophobic punishing vocations
so vulnerably naked without potential integrity,
somehow not yet patriarchally here
with matriarchal now,
co-arising.
I LeftBrain dominate with far too retributive
non-redistributive neglect of justice days
manifesting competitive WinLose assumptions,
haunted by LoseLose nightmares
of a merely secular mortality.
I RightBrain dream
in restoratively manifest destinies toward WinWin
ecopolities of cooperative therapeutic praxis.
Don't Get Caught in the Looking Glass
I want to understand what it is that I see,
My goal is for truth and not what I want it to be.
What each of us perceive to be true,
Could be only our minds like so many do.
Hold on to the facts and don't let them slip,
Focus on what's real and never shoot from the hip.
The biggest flaw that I know I could have,
Is to assume too many things from the past.
Take all the facts and place them in frame,
Assemble the parts and don't assume blame.
When the pieces are together and gaps do appear,
Your picture of truth will soon be near.
Connect all the dots deep in within your mind,
And the logic will flow and the facts will shine.
The flow of the facts will fill the missing pieces,
You can understand truth and your knowledge increases.
-Not for any contest
This cosmos, indisputably is a sheer wonder
We cannot but bow before its grandeur
To what strange terrains it does open its doors
And what secrets are hidden beneath the stars
Man has ever been impelled by an existential curiosity
To probe into its mysteries, struck by its grandiosity
Many theories have evolved about its nature and birth
Scientific truths and assumptions are never in dearth
Some assume that from the merciless emptiness sans light,
From the deep silence of the horrendous night,
Universe emerged with the bang of hammers
On the anvils of eons thundering like firecrackers
There arose abruptly a gas cloud burst of inexorable force
And life emerged from stardust, our energy source.
While this is what the exponents of Big Bang assert,
Life, from a cosmic egg was hatched, some others purport
No doubt, this universe is an infinite stretch of lattice
Woven in the loom through billions of years by gratis
As the wheels turned and as the fires burned
Through cosmic vapor the first atom was churned
Thus, over the eons, life here has flourished
And with man’s wisdom and efforts it got nourished!
Galaxies are scattered in infinite space
And our planet Earth is well balanced in place
After the day’s vigil, when the mighty sun sets
The moon and the stars take over on their night shifts
Multitudinous stars glitter and twinkle, a wondrous sight
As branching chandeliers shedding luminous light
Sure, some extra-terrestrial hand has set the Earth in tune
And everything needed to hold life is benevolently strewn
Just as this universe was born, it would one day die
With all the planets, stars, and starlets of the sky
Who can predict how it is going to end
With a bang or whimper, or is the end impend?
Man’s existential curiosity continues to make him ponder
And he stands totally aghast in endless wonder!
Dec.26.2022
~ Placed First~
Pick This or That Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
Interesting as it sounds
It's not to be missed
Mesmerized by the seed that breads his name
As spears would be raised up high
Tradition would be at the tip of the tongue
It's an event that had been anticipated
Unfortunately only the few can attend
No assumptions needed,only the blankets
As some might say he is coming home
Little did the know,that he is here
He is always been here
Let me ride this one out
I am talking about a man of elegance
A man who is intelligent yet uneducated
I am talking about a man of sophistication
A man who is confident yet humble
I am talking about a man who is disciplined
A man with endless love and when you are loved by him,you should therefore count your blessings
Is this pot of mine getting warmer
Can you feel the warmth
I have been waiting
Break those relationships that are holding you back
As they are not worth it
The warmth never leaves the pot
Break that mindset that says you cannot be
As you perfectly know,you are capable of being anything you want to be
Let me amuse myself a bit
You are born to be anything,you want to be
Show yourself
Let me gather my stuff
You are the seed that breads my name
Show the whole world who you are
Let me indulge myself a little
As the love that has been given is the love that should be received
Fame
When at first we got acquainted
I was tense, somewhat aloof
But she kept on reassuring
Her persistence gave me proof
I would trust her for that reason
And she quickly lured me in
And I had no expectation
That the truth would soon set in
In her presence I felt happy
Celebrated, I must say
I was craving, while enjoying
All the while under her sway
There were moments of discernment
But these were just quick and short
Every process of awakening
She would stubbornly abort
So I reveled in her glitter
While it blinded mind and eyes
I accepted the assumptions
I believed the blatant lies
Cause the much inflated freedom
Left me feeling like a slave
All the praise and adoration
Only made me more depraved
And the evidence was valid
I was lonely, I felt lost
I was trapped in isolation
For I did not count the costs
As I look back I still shudder
For my life was not the same
Since the day I got acquainted
With that monster known as Fame.