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Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo
Simple little things in life catching one's breath
Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak
Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss
The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze
Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows
No barriers closed no reasons withstand
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
Of her gifts of nature,
once pristine flowing streams,
her green and blue majestic presence
in the infinite universe vast reaches,
My Jesus Christ left her in our care,
we must act now, not later-
for her survival.
Her earthly soul mourns as her
animals suffer, humans too,
her royal oceans with precious
marine life's waters sullied,
her rainforests plundered.
We must, as humanity,
rectify our trespasses against her,
for her survival.
Her polar regions sweating,
breaking off icebergs,
many of her kingdom species
endangered.
Stop the greed and the smokestacks
choking her air,
halt the pillaging of her resources-
for her survival.
I wonder if the “gods” have a union
a collective bargaining unit of sorts
to protect the language of their contracts,
mediate jurisdictional disputes,
proclaim that “all gods shall be compensated
in direct proportion to their minions devotion.
The “god” union would also have to discourage
any of the “gods” from breaking off to start another union
offering better or more lenient conditions.
Perhaps less severe response to crossing jurisdictional lines
allowing the minions to decide what union to join
which “god” to serve.
But wait, wouldn’t that open the door
for “open shop gods” who recognized no unions,
compensated “their” minions unequally,
offered little training, or job security?
But wait, shouldn’t all minions have the right
to work for any “god” they choose?
Who are these entrepreneurial “un-gods”
who choose to go it alone,
demand a slice of the celestial pie
and become a “god” unto themselves.
John G. Lawless
©11/24/2021
My comfort plundered in a hurricane
with umbrella spun off fortified walls.
a reckless lifeboat in crossroads switched lane,
tattered sail harbored as wailing shore calls.
An empty wooden boat with holes can't drift
rusty cleats grounded by chains can't paddle
an anchored dreamboat can't stream as tides shift.
sinking in quicksand, ... can't fight a battle.
An inert heart in night of solitude
glam of stars in blue sky decomposes
to restart life, and sail in hopes renewed
waits all seasons for rainbows and roses.
breaking off knots, my boat yearns to return
to waterways,........ before death fills its urn.
Dated 22nd May 2019
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Contest Name: Choices
Picture No 2
Indeed, a strange wedding cake!
This is real strange, I must say.
You must absolutely hear this, I pray.
Almond marzipan, on stands masked with black chocolate;
Candy laces and ribbons made its beautiful garbs.
I ponder; why in God’s name, eat all these carbs!
Seriously, are these black Fondant roses I see here?
Quite an evolution from our traditional bride’s pie!
Well…what does this imply?
Dreading a wedding life with dark future
or does it symbolize breaking off with past lovers;
Invited surely to take the party's leftovers!
As the knife cut through innocent white,
dark jelly oozes out and trickles down the levels,
staining the spotless damask into perfect designs of devils!
Red marmalade takes its turn to flow down into rivulets.
The bride and the bridegroom poke a finger, each
to share it and I hear a spine chilling screech…
All I see is their demoniac grin as I make it to the exit!
22/02/17
Contest 'Relishing cake' by Julia Ward
8th prize out of 10 - Glory
Judged 7/03/17
When of the world of doctors,I am sick.
When diagnosis is not any aid
When from the choices given, I cannot pick
Although I feel my deepest debts were paid.
Then off from thinking I must take my mind
To gaze upon the beauty of the woods
And feel the sun not fiery, even kind.
It warms and heartens even my cold blood.
The trees are calm for they have grown deep roots
Though storms may strike their trunks and branches too
breaking off new tender green tipped shoots
They sway and take it without much to do.
Strength needs flexibility and give;
With no such, the brittle shall not live
Upon Discovering A Wishbone...
(to late for Hanukkah)
I attach very
little value, nee doubt
to farfetched linkedin
phenomena brought about
when breaking off
the larger section
of a wishbone,
sans effortless knockout,
my dominant hand
did hold out,
while yours truly pretended
to freak out
with a playful
twist and shout,
no matter aye attribute
"FAKE" good luck,
thus resumed crafting
this poem scout
ting for expressing
rhyme to work out
for no reason only to rollout
a silly ditty re:
guarding Bobe myseh -
I did not tout
(Old wives tale,
an untrue belief), -
on par with trout,
that could scale Mount Fisher
anticipating literary washout
nonetheless silently did ruminate,
(preposterous yen for
lower teeth to sprout),
after filling more
lines against whiteout
quickly some minutes
passed, or thereabout
aye, forgot about
the matter altogether
thus imagine my utter stirabout,
when my tongue felt
faint ridge to stickout
no, though gifted
with vivid imagination...,
an immediate welled up,
(then quickly squelched) to runabout
mine person tends tubby
low key, but...now phaseout,
could take place
for lower dentures
with greater choice of foods,
(this pork guy) could pigout
humph...naturally methought
third set of teeth,
not exceptionally outrageous,
nor exceptionally noticeable
unless...lower lip made
into a miniature rainspout.
Tom, Dick and Harry all walked in a line
as they wove through the jungle's tall trees,
The sounds from above sent shivers down their spines
but they all felt safe walking in threes.
'Shush...did you hear that?' whispered Tom from the back,
'something snapped in that undergrowth thick',
'Just a tree' said Harry,'with a branch breaking off '
' Even trees must get old ', snorted Dick.
As they trudged off ahead 'Did you hear that?' Dick said,
' like a rumble, it seemed very close'
'Just a storm' , Harry chirped, 'quite far off, it won't hurt,
jungles get lots of them, I suppose'
Later on, far ahead 'did you hear that?' Harry said,
'like a roar, and it sounded REAL close!',
no reply, wondered why, turned around, they were gone-
and the Tiger's breath tickled his nose.
For contest 'Shush...did you hear that?', sponsor Anthony Slausen
12th September 2018
Almost Time Angel’s cloud was dingy.
Pieces were breaking off, floating into the atmosphere.
It looked wrinkly and sad, creased in places, shabby, but not chic.
A large chunk broke off last night, and floated into the ether.
It is almost time, Little Angel informed him.
Little Angel’s cloud was healthy, fluffy, pink with happiness.
There were sparkles that looked like diamonds.
She had planted brilliant red tulips at the edges.
My cloud used to look like yours he told Little Angel.
Little Angel nodded, knowing and remembering the cycle.
And one day mine will look like yours, she told him.
For it will be my turn to make the big decision.
The natural cycle of angels
Clearly shown in their clouds condition,
Shabby and pathetic brought them closer
To the Big Choice – whether or not to return to human form.
Returning to human form
Meant they could master their lessons faster
But human kind is mean. They have rape, murder, and death.
There is none of that in heaven.
However, if you choose to stay in heaven,
You spend a thousand years in the library
Reading about what you could have experienced on earth
In one little lifetime. The choices is yours.
Another earth life, so you can learn faster
or a much longer time in the library,
reading others’s accounts, and trying to
empathize with them?
Of course you get to chose your parents
based on the next life lesson you have decided to
work on. Some beat their children, but sometimes
that is part of your lesson.
Almost Time Angel fell asleep that night dreaming of a nicer cloud.
He woke up in the dark, and I mean DARK.
BAM! Bright lights! Wha! Someone smacked his bottom.
His eyes popped open and he began glaring at everyone.
It is a girl! Someone said.
Could this get any worse?
A few hours later he knew it could
When his ex-wife picked him up and said
“Say hi to your Grandma”.
....seeped in my marrow and flesh
Can't help thinking about
those days
When you seeped in
my marrow
Those lovely hurts even in
my flesh:
You innocently arrived with
lovely trends
feeding me with ease and
Elating junks
But like a wind you
Blew strange
As if drunk in pride
and Guts
Breaking off the wall your
love built.
Barging into my heart
and soul
stealing away love,care
and joy
Even all that could make
me hope.
You made me seem as
A fool
You took my love as
A food
You consumed all without
my consent
And sent my soul wandering
in jungles.
My heart can no
longer contain
The lust poured furiously
into it:
By those brutal eyes
and words
That pierced my soul
like sword
And made it like an
ocean bleed
The ocean is flowing
even still
Needs the cause to
mend it
I'm torn by you:
your acts.
Yet,i'll be sown by you:
true love.
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