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C R T- new theory now embraced;
demands set forth by those defined as woke-
dividing races in a way disgraced.
Most people feel this theory is a joke!
This avenue will set us back for sure;
erase the gains we've made for racial peace-
negating Martin Luther King's allure
in claiming unity's the centerpiece.
Now white supremacy- a label made
to punish those for sins of long ago;
erasing history- and now be swayed
to live life on a feigned guilty plateau.
The comforts of Democracy- now wane
with acts of violence that rise each day;
no price to pay- the guilty move again-
reak havoc with no mandates to obey.
Racial unity brought equality-
each race or color got an equal chance.
Now, equity defines disparity-
supports unequally divided stance.
A country, split- appears to be the goal
our leaders, press, and big tech now push for.
Democracy- their foe against control;
most fear a Marxist future they explore.
June 21, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: Critical Race Theory
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Judged: 07/21/2021
Tiffany's rare creation is
an awesome three stone ring,
which a lucky girl proudly wears
strolling down 59th Street;
and why was she so humbled
when her fiance proposed?
He wasn't the handsome Prince Charming
offering her a castle with chests full of treasures,
only a simple life of pleasures: promising
faithful love; and he didn't drive a Macerati
and owened a splendid villa in sunny Italy...
besides true kisses, happiness was a guarantee!
And she rubs it with a gentle cleanser daily,
to make it dazzle even more than gems;
oh, how beautiful is the three stone ring!
I waved at them them down Madison Avenue towards evening:
they hugged and smiled in a royal coach pulled by four white horses
that neighed loudly when pedestrains invaded their privacy!
A true princess she was indeed just by feel, not reality;
and it didn't matter how ordinary her life would be...
perhaps she was happy with the man of her dreams,
showing a gentleness not seen in men hiding deceits!
Yesterday I met them again in Central Park...
as they tried to get closer to an adorable lark!
I am greatly annoyed by dismissive people. Only a few succeed at altering their persuasion, because nothing can be added to their equation.
They are most assuredly conclusive; and they may also be elusive.
They are not very inclusive; but more likely to be exclusive.
They are very active, and not at all passive.
They are beyond divisive. They are totally dismissive.
They only care about their own point of view.
Rationality and reason do not reside on their avenue.
Perhaps they think that they know what is best;
and all others can bow out and take a rest.
Me thinks they have a preference for intellectural domination;
because they shun debate, discussion, and more information.
They have foreclosed the matter and closed their minds. There is nothing to be added; everyone else is subtracted.
I hereby confess, I am really annoyed by dismissive people. With them, all intelligence to the contrary has hereby been dismissed.
05092017 PS Contest, What Annoys You? , Frank Herrera; 3rd. Pl.
I like to eat.
The hungry sidewalk under my feet.
Give me a swirl of changing latitude.
Just try not to be rude.
As long as my howling stays in the tv.
There is nothing in my luggage with me.
I thought I had packed enough shirts.
But all I have are a hundred shoe inserts.
I wish that I could give you that bow tie.
That I left out to dry.
In a town in Indiana, somewhere.
I remember I disappeared.
There’s that guy who lives under the venue.
I don’t remember how I got to this avenue.
I think this sky is simply a sheer lining.
I eat an ice cream cone while driving.
Being away or feeling far gone.
I have nothing to do but drink coffee at dawn.
What do you mean, I’m not in my home?
I flew to California and ignored my phone.
I went around the country and didn’t even know.
I survived by eating pizza and snow.
I am captivated.
Maybe elated.
I enjoyed my trip across the states.
I lost my job, but those were the stakes.
I like steak, and ice cream too.
I live in the sky and nothing is true.
No rhyme nor reason why
with yours truly ejaculating
(not prematurely), I utter yippee,
nope no intercourse induced whoopie
upon this... - day three
January two thousand and twenty one
perhaps consummation,
regarding aforesaid euphoric mood
indicative I will become philanthropy
recipient i.e. anonymous lucky payee
before anniversary of this monkey
exhibiting fits and starts
orbitz nearest star
while linkedin to planet Earth
as (mush ado about nothing)
spasmodically thrashing
as garden variety generic
*****sapien protoplasmic beef jerky.
Courtesy guilty conscience,
I verily, timidly, readily... admit
no criminal mind nor hanky panky
whereby unfettered naughty bit
no way no how frolicked courtesy dalliance
though trespassing, plucking,
and nibbling verboten fruit
this average Joe didst commit,
which extramarital trysts
cost hefty penalty fee (think debit)
to checking account exhibit
head by mine absence one night
years ago, when we lived
at 724 West Railroad Avenue
thee missus exploded livid fit
of rage found me stony faced with true grit
feeling proudly unrepentant
what an ingrate hypocrite
pledging troth after rubbing noses
analogous as flirtatious custom to Inuit.
Thus smugness and/or feeling upbeat
seems heretical (in retrospect)
cuz promised covenant chaste away,
when sowing wild oats/gathering rosebuds...
like a mad ing dog in heat
one errant husband
upon wife did swing and cheat,
which wedded connubial bliss
more pronounced now after commiting
egregious sexual feat.
Figurative emasculation discovered
visa vis promiscuous escapades
redemption (no matter an atheist) proffered
hence an ideal place to enclose final word.
Year 2026 springs like crack of dawn in the east
Bringing hopes in shafts of sunlight against the mist
A clear blue sky offering more rooms for new opportunities
Over mountain ranges of dreams to follow, accomplish.
A flower bud, now projecting in our garden with a finer hue
That’ll blossom with fragrances on how we nurture, view
A new leaflet that flips its pages shortly like clustering of rose petals
As next set of memories with some trials that’ll polish us like metals.
A new clean slate for another life’s experiences and stories to write
Scripted by fate which must be directed by faith in heaven’s height
An avenue to trek to a spot with more challenges and surprise
Pace zealously with prayers for our victory this yeat hrough Jesus Christ.
A constant buzz inside my brain.
About to drive me right insane.
The absence of an answer to clarify a thought.
A surrender to a war of words that I never fought.
The hi fi's at full volume without a single song.
The sound is there in empty air, but you can't sing along.
Philosophical ennui has now been bought and sold.
A fuzzy picture of a story that just can't be told.
An existance of existance that's never really clear.
A journey down an avenue without a way to steer.
A frozen animation that never comes to life.
Like the emptiness inside a man who never took a wife.
Only message that you get inside this void you hear.
Is that theres something you can't see and yet it feels so near.
The code is undeciferable and the puzzle can't be solved.
It feels just like your brain cells have slowly been dissolved.
In the cold Russian Winters
To deter the enemy so
These red starred fighters
Street fighting they would know
The bloodiest in modern history
Thousands fell to earth
Fighting for their freedom
On the country of their birth
Hand to hand engagements
A bayonet to the girth
Another fallen soldier
Fighting for their worth
Operation Barbarossa
Is the theatre to discuss
In the boundaries of success
To free the likes of us
The power of it's industry
German's desired to greed
Avenue to the Caucasus
Would fuel their war torn seed
In the midst of battle
So many mechanical germs
The Stuka, dive bomber German
The T-34 in volume swarmed
But the winner in this battle
Was the want to save their city
Mother nature intervened
And the Germans were shown no pity
For all their strategy and might
The winter took it's toll
With fighting on two fronts
Their armies no longer strolled
Supplies were short in demand
What were, struggled through
For mother nature we thank
She was on the side of the true
When history looks back
In view to the red star brigades
The Germans held ninety percent
But the street fighters would never fade
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
‘Twas December, two thousand two;
Christmas, of course, and my main thought -
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
With a broken leg, I’m in a stew,
my house, the only bare spot.
‘Twas December, two thousand two.
Grandkids, my volunteer work crew,
tied my heart in a granny knot.
decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
Porch lights strung, manger scene askew,
my approval, they earnestly sought.
‘Twas December, two thousand two.
Front window tree, last thing to do;
they attack it, never being taught.
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
Year to remember, grandkids, do you?
a Christmas I have never forgot.
‘Twas December, two thousand two;
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
December 28, 2020
contest: Deck the Halls (Villanelle)
sponsor: Joseph May
Knowing our Sun was once a star
permits my thoughts to wander far.
Raising my eyes at night to see
the twinkling stars look back at me.
The closest ones fill out my view,
and far beyond Earth's avenue,
deep endless space holds many more
beyond which we cannot explore
Are we alone- most want to know!
Probability assumes no!
A star can turn into a Sun-
attracting planets to be spun.
A distant Sun could be like ours
progressing from the realm of stars,
develop its own atmosphere;
that part for life becomes so clear.
Providing all the minerals
and moisture in the air that spills
in making clouds that form the rain
which living things must have, retain.
The law of probability
says yes! Impossibility -
Earth can not be the only one!
Surely, there is a distant Sun.