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Universal love
How to explain( I wrote "explain" seven times
before I got the spelling right)
my nephew, who lives in Spain but not in Valencia
where the storm occurred, played golf
A turbulent of Swedes secure of theIr long spell
democracy against an insecure Norwegian team
The Swedes won, but my nephew got a medal
made of bronze
later in the day, it struck me that should the game
have been played during the devastating new
It was explained to me the tournament had been
booked beforehand
Should they have postponed the game to honor
the victim; they tell me life has to go on and
remembering is a waste of time, but I think not
When the golf players' time can and will they
recall when a game of golf was more important
than spending time mourning the dead
When I wrote the above lines, I was drunk that
proves my inner self is more caring
than the mien of tough exterior, I present to avoid
the hurt and soft heart represent
11 For these served neither the father nor any son of his house, but only their own gain; and had they gone their way, the brethren might soon have wept together and been reconciled; but they went not their way, for the quarrel was their harvest.
12 Then the righteous, scattered though they were, lifted up their voices, weeping, and said, O Lord, lay it not to the charge of our foolish brethren; they know not fully what they do; remember them still as Thine own, though they have played the harlot.
13 And they said also, one to another, Let us not judge, that we be not judged; for the Lord alone knoweth the heart, and vengeance is His, and His alone; let no man call down fire in his own wrath, for the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God.
14 Yet the Lord seeth all things, and is not mocked. The blood that is shed crieth unto Him out of the ground, as the blood of Abel cried of old; and His anger is kindled, and the day of His visitation hasteth and delayeth not.
15 And in that day the Lord shall gather His scattered household, every one, and there shall be again one fold and one shepherd, as it was in the beginning.
16 But the tares shall not be bound up with the wheat; every man shall be known by his fruit, and shall receive according to his own labour, and not another's.
17 And as for the corrupters and the instigators, that made a game of blood and waxed fat upon the sorrow of brethren, the Lord shall not hold them guiltless; their portion is the lake that burneth with fire and with brimstone, for they loved the quarrel above the peace, and their own gain above their neighbour's life.
18 Howbeit, let no man declare beforehand which soul is condemned; for the Father judgeth no man, but hath committed all judgment unto the Son.
19 Therefore watch, and pray, and judge not; love the brethren, though they be gone astray, and wait upon the Lord, for His mercy endureth for ever, and His judgment faileth not.
20 Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.
Rules: Use at least 10 candy names from those listed below.
(30 candy names used)
Tomorrow we'll explore our Galaxy,
not just by space ship, but with 'space nerds' too!
We smarties, gifted Mike and Ike, with me,
will start our marathon and journey through
the Milky Way, where now and later we'll
be called 'Three Musketeers', the best, bar none,
to capture live a star burst with great zeal,
or see sno-caps on spheres far from the sun.
We bet each other a full 100 grand,
that we'll make history on this space spree;
discover whoppers, things we beforehand
knew zero 'bout those sites we couldn't see.
We're on a rocky road, since asteroids
can put an end to pay day...must take 5,
and watch our every move like paranoids,
not air heads, if we want to stay alive.
We'll take along some good Boston Baked Beans
with hot tamales and Ike's Charleston Chew,
a snack his mom bakes filled with good proteins;
and frozen Swedish fish will please us too.
Okay, we're off to Club 5th Avenue
for a good meal before we board for flight.
The Jolly Rancher hamburg, or Dots stew,
are lifesavers to please our appetite
before we're stuck with whatchamacallit
food, Mr. Goodbar, cook, packed up to go.
Goodbye for now...from sunlit to starlit,
please wish us mounds of luck from down below.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: 'Screwed XIX
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 01/02/2019
Candy Bar Words To Use (choose 10)
Dove, Chunky,100 Grand, Bar None, Galaxy, Marathon, Milky Way, Mounds, Mr. Good Bar, Pay Day, Rocky Road, Skor, Snickers, Take 5, Whatchamacallit, Zero, Skittles, Jolly Rancher, Starburst, Smarties, Three Musketeers, Tootsie Roll, Kit Kat, Air Heads, Boston Baked Beans, Charleston Chew, Dots, Hot Tamales, Lemonheads, Nerds, Slo Poke, Sno-Caps, Spree, O Henry, Whoppers, Swedish Fish, Butterfinger, Lifesavers, 5th Avenue, Mike and Ike, Heath, Goobers, Now and Later
Don't ask why I change
Life is never be the same
I believe things evolve
This year I'm 55, 56 next year
This time I have many gray hairs
Not knowing next months all are white
I see my face has many wrinkles
Before only few of them I manage
I can push up 100 when I was 40
Now at 55, I barely made 50 push up
Before I always greet the morning free
Cause I wake up early and exercise
Now I mostly wake up late time
It's already hot and meals serve brunch time
Before I can jog a mile, now walk a mile
Love to comb my hair, now a hand brush is enough
Daily bath is routine, now interval of a day
No helmet drive motorcycle during youth days
Now, fear to drive instantly at busy highway
I have much foreboding in life when getting old
Life is never like before, sense of safety is a must
I have never such a impulsive feeling than being compulsive now
I have change a lot because of necessity of aging beforehand.
I see you coming, old age.
Approaching, at an ever-accelerating pace,
Your face grim
Your expression austere
Your look menacing.
A frightening sight you are
Yet,
I welcome you with open arms.
I yearn to embrace you
To be at your side
To celebrate the twilight of my life with you
To enjoy your company,
The company that so many at my age,
Had never had the chance to relish.
Innumerable battles I have fought in my life,
With vigor and youth at my side,
Thus
Victorious, I emerged,
But
Now, that my youth's allies are slowly abandoning me,
One after the other,
I am left alone to fight the last battle.
A battle, I know beforehand I am bound to lose.
However,
At this moment of trials
When all seems to get tougher by the day,
A new ally I have found, willing to help me,
All my courage to amass to confront you, with
Equanimity, oh, merciless old age:
The wisdom I have acquired all these years,
Roaming the planes of experience and
Learning!
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Demetrios Trifiatis
17 August 2026
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* This poem was written to celebrate my 82nd Birthday on the 15th of August 2026
entry for Constance La France's contest:
Write a Beautiful Terza Rima
But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation,
a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him
who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light; 1 Peter 2:9
The very hairs of our heads are numbered
and Jesus has called us to be faithful.
Forgiven, with fear I am no longer encumbered.
Is it so peculiar to render the choice
to praise our Prince of Peace for deliverance
from darkness? His Spirit strengthens my voice.
I'm grateful, yet with restraint, to have the chance
to share my faith with those who spurn God’s good grace,
not deterred by their questioning glance.
Beforehand, without onslaught upon their space
I ask the Lord to lead in my approach.
Sometimes I sense, “Wait, don’t speak face to face.”
“Lighten up! This is not the time to encroach,
Show, don’t tell,” counsels my Coach.
No hard feeling's
No real lasting damage done
No one left bleeding after all
Is there
Maybe on the inside
But that is easy to disguise
And keep well hidden from prying eye's
Trying to catch a glimpse of what
truly lie's beneath
That cold hard exterior and mask behind
which you choose to hide
The seldom last since seen in person
actual real you
The one you where beforehand you threw yourself all in god willing for reasons only
you alone will know and be enabled to
answer
So like you said no hard feeling's
No real lasting damage done
Apart from a bleeding heart
i see a popsicle stick on the ground
a broken 45 is right near the old tree
i pick up one both pieces of the 45 out of curiosity
TORN BETWEEN TWO LOVERS
i shake my head for that song is such a gem
i see a penny head up on the asphalt
a broken 78 is right beside it with something sticky on it
i pick up the ant covered 78 because i am a nosy music buff
I'M MOVIN' ON
i roll my eyes at the complete disrespect for such a classic
i see time has turned into a hot rod electric powered
every now and then she stops to recharge
i flirt with her slowly, but she is not having it
ambrosia consumes my thought process as i remove my mask
BeforeHand and her giving heart is not the BIGGEST PART OF ME
I minced my words when asked to place,
Myself with evangelical Christians chaste,
Because i was outrightly on passions side,
Wishing to elope with my arms open wide.
They were carers, so could brood and scowl,
If they thought my views were liberal and evil,
So upon my plate i did put pop and books,
To make sure for them there were no crooks.
But they cornered me one day with strength,
So i said I’d tell John, the graduate of breadth,
And he also took some thoughtful contemplation,
To understand the third Bayesian complication.
There’s a Bayesian probability of a third, flat,
That Jesus actually existed and knew the pat,
So although the incarnation is two steps too far,
The nativity can be framed in academic banter.
Even though they said i had no right to delay,
My exit from Christianity’s church open parley,
I believe i had the full right to suddenly walk out,
Instead of explaining beforehand my long pout.
How quickly the pivot point flips and flops,
like a see-saw tipping from side to side.
As soon as you start to win the debate
the focus veers to a new direction
towards the oblivious distraction,
to ease the pain that intense thought can cause,
or the humiliation of defeat.
If you're in trouble, change the topic slightly
away from what's known to unknown terrain
to "Yes, But" and "What about" and "How Come".
Such subtle diversions create mayhem
deviously dragging the plot away
to irrelevancies and bogus tracks,
to oblivious irresolution.
Obliterate the devious diversions tricks
especially aspersions about you.
Learn to recognize the signs beforehand.
Learn how to lever the game back on the track,
Guard against oblivion's trap door.
Learn to stay vigilant, on track with what you know about.
For diversion to ignorance is oblivious bliss.