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For those being born wealthy,
there's something missing
to make them complete;
vast fortunes don't make
them fully competitive,
or eagerly inventive,
because comfort has already
bee given to them...
Realize that poverty has a rich side,too;
the kindness of friends to share in every smile,
those helping hands to give what they can,
and warm arms embracing: to gather your strength when you have none!
I desire nothing besides being strong and trusting anyone who's true,
to overcome all hurdles and reject pride,
opposing temptation and unsound advice;
and who can really know me...better than I?
Gamblers and losers will tell you otherwise,
" Squander your money for a chance at being super-rich!"
And will luck open its gates to let abundance flow?
You have bashfully peaked across the only side of the good life,
but not a glance of compassion was given to begin with,
because a diamond is more vain than a stone!
Shelter from cold is home to vagrants with improper attire,
prayers can help one find purpose...not to face life alone!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Lonely Lenny lizard was as sad as sad can be
He lived in the rain forest in a leafy green tree
Prayed his dreams for a lady lizard would finally come true
But he was so quiet and shy what could poor Lenny do
Wandering around so sadly with his head held low
He had problems with his long tongue so he’d tied it in a bow
Lenny crawled slowly and found a craggy rock
Climbed up onto it and oh boy he got a shock
A stunning lady lizard was basking in the shade
Lenny blushed bashfully; should her privacy he invade
She flicked her tongue towards him and caught a tasty fly
Lenny was delighted that he'd caught this beauty’s eye
He went and sidled next to her, she did undo his bow
Now no longer tongue tied Lenny’s words began to flow
That day they found true love on that mossy green stone
Lenny is thrilled with his life and no longer lives alone
2nd June 2014
Submitted to Carol Eastmans contest
'Favourite Poem I've ever written'
Achieved No 1 position along with all the other poems entered :-)
Submitted to L poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
This poem was inspired by just three little words from Darren Watson and my dream now is to turn it into an illustrated children's book.
I dreamt a dream that renewed kindred memories
Rekindling past passions of moonlit love-themes,
Enamoring love-embers blooming heartfelt longings,
Crooning hints-romantic~ life’s a beauteous dream;
When merrily you enthralled me in springs of yore
Fetching yesteryears’ treasured keepsakes to fore
Lauding pages of albums seasons bygone adored
Reviving ardent allure, questing for love evermore.
I recognized fervid smiles of twinkles in your eyes
Tethered bashfully to arc of love on fulgent skies,
As together we watched winsome emotions climb
Inscribing on celestial canvas, halo of love sublime;
Just as Venus smiled and Moon winked impishly
When brilliant stars avowed~ forever we shall be,
And song of lark strummed of a mirthful morning,
Rising in paradise you envisioned for you and me.
Embraced in delight through night’s blissful fantasy
Inflaming love’s yearnings stoking endearing instincts,
Ascribing form and meaning to abandoned reveries,
Greeting me, you agreed~ life’s a beauteous dream.
October 6, 2022
Placed 1st: The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Screaming Guillotines
I.
I sit on the wide veranda of this house called America,
And I can see the Beast Boys coming our jungled way,
Coming like wild torrents of lapping flames over the astonished landscape,
Coming with black eyes squinting and staring for a feast of blood.
I sit trembling with mouth wide open, waiting for the whistling hearses to come,
And the inevitable silent tap upon my evading shoulder.
And far far away into the green enveloping expanse,
Of consuming trees and obliterating American skies,
I can hear the screaming guillotines serenading the ghost dancers.
I can see the whistling hearses bringing in the crimson nightmares.
II.
Time to take my knife again and lacerate the flesh of this dead thing,
This once-breathing creature that felt nothing but the slash of profit.
Time to spit out the long thin hairs entwined around my teeth.
Time to wonder whose hair this belongs to, as I pull out the long strands slowly,
Like pulling out long segmented worms from beneath the dirt of a rock.
“Ah, do you know the time? Is your sister coming by today?
She knows my name, and she can hear the screaming guillotines when they drop.
Will she spend some time with me here on my soft bumpy sofa?
Will she at last listen, at last hear, my remonstrances of lost love,
As we devour this dead, unbreathing thing,
Inside this salty steaming stew?"
III.
The Profit Boys are back in town,
And Jess and Jim are drunk on whiskey.
John Jupiter and his new bride, Isabel,
Are eating chicken and dumplings without a frown.
His new suit, in whisky-laden tatters, is
Hanging propped on a sweat-stained hall tree.
“Lordy those two are riling me; but shucks, it’s my wedding day!”
Then into town rides the Domino Kid from Abilene;
He’s looking to escape the screaming guillotines at Lansing.
John Jupiter and Isabel drink a toast to the future,
Their happy hearts pounding with hopeful glee;
Then he bashfully presents a wedding ring to his dimpled bride,
And kisses her sweetly under the tall Dragon tree.
But now, inside their barn, with soft lamplight aglowing,
Amidst the rambling rawhide, and a cracked cowbell,
Jess and Jim Profit set fire to the hayloft, a fire that is still growing;
The Domino Kid lies asleep, eternally dreaming of Isabel.
I saw your blue eyes, so gentle and kind
Some things we see, leave imprints in memory
Like a treasure, forever, in your mind
A gentle touch, lasts forever freely
Unexpected hugs can highlight a day
Some things we see, leave imprints in memory
We may bashfully not know what to say
So many things touch our soul and heart
Unexpected hugs can highlight a day
Distance stirs emptiness deeply, apart
Cherish all genuine, that you may share
So many things touch our soul and heart
Cast as far as you can to show you care
It’s a smile, that moment strikes, you’ll see
Cherish all genuine that you may share
Surprises are found in simplicity
I saw your blue eyes, so gentle and kind
It’s a smile, that moment strikes, you’ll see
Like a treasure, forever, in your mind
Heidi Sands
2/26/22
“When you reap the harvest of your land, moreover, you shall not reap to the very corners of your field, nor gather the gleaning of your harvest; you are to leave them for the needy and alien…”
(Leviticus 23:22)
Because of YOUR blessing we stand on this piece of land
YOU allotted to us; we cultivated this land and sow the seeds
because YOU brought us the season of spring,
during long, long summer days
YOU gave us the glaring sun and timely rains
to make our crops grow, though we tended with sweat,
I know crops won’t grow without YOUR boundless love and care;
the crops grew up healthy and strong fed by the sun
the crops grown tall drinking of plenty of overflowing rain,
and now, rolling through the field as a big sea of golden waves;
O my LORD
it is the season of abundance,
it is the time of, because of YOUR grace,
the fruition of our sweat and toil, the manifestation
of YOUR everlasting love unto us, our hand therefore,
be not of the tightfisted one’s
let us not harvest from those who gather the gleanings
but leave them in the field where we passed through,
thereby the needy can fill their empty basket;
let us not pluck off all the fruits on the tree
but leave some of them thereby some weary wayfarer to fill
his empty stomach and pack remaining fruits in his knapsack
and set off again
because of YOUR blessing
now, I stored grains and goods in the barn to the ceiling;
however, don’t turn me arrogant from material richness
nor behave insolently against my neighbors, but fearing
GOD and standing as a burning candle that bashfully face YOU
to manifest and glorify YOU the FATHER ALMIGHTY.
I might seem cold and beyond your
reach
Far from your love
Distant and aloof
Guarded by walls
To strong to shatter
Stubborn and contained
No deeper you may go, no further
can you prevail
A sinister shadow
My mind paints
Of love, and sweet nothings
All irrational, all fake
The wall remains
Permitting no breach
Not even a crack, no rift will it
create
But beyond the darkness
Beyond the unwilling guide
You seem to have lit a spark
Immaculate a warmth, subtle,a fire
Gently you urge, lovingly, towards
the light
That’s breaking these walls
Making me fear, less, love’s sight
With time, I can see
A change in the winds
Stony winters depart
Loving spring, you bring, to help me
live
A warmness, to cherish, as it thaws
all my fears
Frees my inhibitions
Drowns out my every tear
Every other, a trial, so bitter and
unclean
Building hatred and resentment
Bringing heart wrenching sobs and
gut wrenching screams
Your love, however, like silk,
delicately she plays
Adoring, never ceasing, not passive,
nor grave
No fretting, agonizing, deeply
rooted, so chaste
No fear of disappearance,
Like the glamorous crystals of rain.
Each morning, I wake
To feel your love so great,
To mingle and meddle
And hold your embrace
To tease, and love, to forgive and
forget
Of jealously and protectiveness
Of comfort, day and night and all
that’s within.
Tête-à-têtes, aplenty.Sweet
nothings, galore
Imploring and yearning, the
distance to explode
Bashfully timid, those kisses that
burn
Soft whispers, fond gazing, with
butterflies and curling toes
Of sweethearts, darling dearests,
Of endearments, and flowers
A love so ardent, so sanely insane.
Meaningful, not empty, your words
will remain
For love, that you give
Romantic, yes, but not plain
Each moment with you, my love it
shall grow
For seconds and minutes, I calculate
no more
Complete and new, not hollow and
cold
My dearest I shall love you, not
leave you forever more
Steady, firm, not cowardly, this love
was born
Intense, she blossoms, intent, never
flawed
For life, it seems, to have found my
paramour
To live and be with
To marry and grow old
So know this my dearest
My love shall remain
With endless mingling, our souls,
forever infinitely. Beyond all. Shall
prevail
Form:
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air:
earthy aromas waft beneath the snow;
as sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
Daffodils contribute color and flair;
and as balmy breezes bashfully blow,
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air.
Snowdrifts dwindle to patches barely there;
and frozen rivers, once more start to flow,
as sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
Wildflowers start sprouting up everywhere
and as daffodils, and crocuses grow,
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air.
The land no longer looks so bleak and bare:
on naked trees, green buds begin to show,
as sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
A treat to the senses, scented and rare:
bell-shaped lily-of-the-valley, hang low.
Spring adds a fragrant freshness to the air
as sunlight melts away Winter's despair.
LARRY LaVELLE
i call myself the man
it is not a pick-me-upper
it ain't no do-re-me
it is just the way i feel about myself
i call myself the man
one woman still loves me after 30 years of experience in narcissism philosophy
she just shakes her head and smacks me in the back of mine
then she asks me if i want my eggs scrambled with cheese
i just laugh at her and say 'yes mam'
she smiles bashfully as i check her out like we're 16 again
oh she knows it like her favorite classic movie
i will find out how much she knows it later on tonight
the moral of this poem is....i call myself the man....
STUTTERSTEP STEVENSON
i call myself Bountifully Blessed
i was a bully's dream all through school
from the pulling of my permanaps to the sock stolen from my feet....my story was etched in autobiographical filing
my growth became stunted....until you picked me up and dusted me off
through your smile, i was inspired to grow stronger
from there....i was introduced to a New World through your eyes
as a result, i, stutterstep stevenson, was able to find my niche
look at us now....thirteen years of marriage later....you are still causing me to trip all over myself
it still make you giggle in the very same way
even since then, i left the right avenue of stressed
the moral of this poem is....i call myself Bountifully Blessed
POETIC LEFTY
i call myself unconditionally loved
papa strange had a firm hold on me
put blinders on my self esteem yes he did
unbeknownst to me, my usual appearance in constant continuum was looked at as defiance
i can't be me if i can't be myself
how the hell could i exist trying to be like someone else
it has always been comfortable on my street
every now and then some taggers came along and tried to redecorate
however all surfaced on this block was self-cleaning
the same smile was worn on my face when i greeted the roadblock rambler hello
somewhere down the line papa strange moved on to one more vulnerable and gullible
i prayed for that next victim to the Wonderful God Above
though it may not show in my solo forward motion, i am indeed consumed by unconditional love....
I spent my day shopping for rubies
Choosing between such bold beauties
Rosy reds, blushing with enthusiasm
Glowing so profusely, as if it’s phantasm
There were hues of timid pink and cherry
Vivid arrays of crimson that seemed so merry
I lost my head amid the sparkling treasures
Sensing inspiration amongst these pleasures
Reflections of wisdom were filling my reveries
Enlightenment whispers across gentle memories
I yearn for the moments when I caught sight
Of that exquisite gem so lovely and so bright
Magnificent joy soothed my senses with serenity
Causing my heart to realize this could be obscenity
Mysterious warmth breathed into my very soul
Blowing passion and promise that would make me whole
There wasn’t a doubt about this stone’s ability
Caressing my spirit with the assurance of nobility
Dreams were unleased where once was catastrophe
Living feeling opened doors to hearts blooming bashfully
Flourishing words came into my thoughts and plans
Reminding me of someone who had such strong hands
Their spirit danced with insight and warm enthusiasm
Within their nature there could be no genuine sarcasm
I assure you that I soon discovered the perfect jewel
One that would send ripples of thrills to make one drool
There is a certainty that this gemstone will stay with me
A dazzling reminder of how light and love always agree
First Line Prompt - 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
June 5, 2020