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Operating from our corridors in this oasis
We sit or stand concerned about passers by
To wave farewell or badmouth
To smile clearly or grumpy
In this globe full of confused folks
With catastrophes hinged on sentimental posts
Bigotry borne of greed and jealousy
Hard faces masked with friendliness
As handshakes extend beyond the elbows
We carefully watch out for falling rocks
On our canopies we expect them to litter
The slightest noise we stand at an attention
Seem too careful but helpless
Cus out of luck we huddle over thorns to step on thistles
We crawl beneath sight into quicksands we drop
Just mean to say
Carefulness is just an avoidance of blame
Only God could have taken us this far
LORD'S PRAYER
Life’s flailing hope falters in awhile, losing its flickering lights
On the spots of so many catastrophes and evil strife,
Roaring thunder, lightning or storm may surge to strike; but
Daily prayers are palisades surrounding all whisperers, who by heart recite.
Strong shelters to comfort with limitless strength in towering delight.
Pray without ceasing, giving thanks in all circumstances -says 1 Thessalonians,
Remember the best prayer taught by our Good Lord Jesus Christ;
Always praise Him with thanksgiving, knock humbly His Sacred Heart,
Yearn omnipresent protection of God , His saving grace… guidance.
Express earnest desire for the Holy Spirit to dwell in us.
Run to “our Father in Heaven”, trust Him in the midst of trials.
Sept. 15,2021
11.24pm
-not for a contest/just wrote a poem for the acronym of my initials
There's a hero in us all
Helping others when they fall
Picking them up off the ground
Love and care will soon surround
People who need kindness now
It is pure magic just how
One small act of passion
Takes away the pain to lessen
The burdens on others who
Feel down and very blue
Taking time to spread good cheer
In a world of pure despair
Will soon start a long reaction
To erase even a fraction
Of the sorrow we all feel
When its all too very real
All the woes making us weary
Can become a little scary
Wishing for a special idol
To wipe them out for a while
Saints with hearts full of concern
To alleviate and burn
The anguish and anxiety
Strains are let go and set free
Encouragement and tenderness
Will remedy any mess
A superstar to relinquish
Catastrophes and abolish
Irritations to restore
Bliss in a troubled life once more
A very human touch to a story
with some zip to it.
The media is a heartless leach
to the many unfortunate souls suffering,
amongst the filth and chaos of a city in peril.
War has reduced entire cities to rubble,
people are forced to flee for their lives
and yet, the news cameras focus their lenses
on its bullet-ridden facade for dramatic effect.
A money-hungry machine,
news stations suck every ounce of emotion from a story
without shame.
We expect them to inform us
of worldwide catastrophes and events,
and so, we encourage indiscriminate insensitive
photo-shoots of people’s pain.
It may be a sad addiction, and quite pathetic,
but it’s perfectly acceptable,
to exploit human suffering
in the name of news.
Coverage of childhood trauma, fear, or starvation,
all fall under the doctrine of clean hands.
Reporters inoculate hard hearts from reality’s truths
as homeless, hopeless faces,
cling to life, walking away
from everything they ever loved.
And recording their pain
while it’s still fresh and piercing,
is but an opportunity for the news to shore up falling ratings.
(Free Verse)
Catastrophes and war can wreak havoc on life.
Only those dealt by fate had such vivid persist.
What still happens, don't be afraid of the sky fluff.
What might rain resemble if mists never exist?
Was God going to punish humankind for their greed?
Will humankind be able to cope with such tragedies?
God knows why I stayed calm in the face of the deed.
A permanent conflict among families and kids prevails.
Some relations were strong until the conflict mounted.
Some nasty unfortunates tainted them.
As an outcome, loathing permeates their mind.
Only God can rescue us from our present problem.
It will be as pure as a June sky, and tears will be wiped.
The deity had saved Jonah from a whales belly.
Thus, force Resilience is the ultimate wisdom excited
The warmth sustains its serenity amid the storm deadly.
God will assist you in getting it ended.
As a result, you can verify why the sturdy will prevail.
Maintain your patience throughout the recovery period.
There is no dread that the scar will heal and avail
Rekindle the delight of enabling with upkeep.
First Place Contest Winner
Written: July 14, 2021
A Brian Strand July 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Every city possesses such a person.
You rarely notice them.
They occupy no headlines,
command no armies,
leave no monuments of marble.
Yet somehow the world remains intact
because they exist.
The woman who remembers birthdays
others have abandoned.
The janitor who speaks kindly
to midnight loneliness.
The baker rising before dawn
to prepare warmth for strangers.
The teacher who notices
the child vanishing into the margins.
Their deeds are lanterns
too modest for celebration.
Still, when darkness advances,
it is these quiet flames
that prevent the night from inheriting everything.
History prefers kings and catastrophes.
But civilization survives
upon the shoulders of those
who practice unnoticed mercy.
Begin by swinging from chandeliers when home
Wear matching multicolored harlequin costumes
Equip yourselves with harmonicas and bazookas
Keep lubricants and trampolines near by for safety
Practice lunar landings in your room to
Resume your activities in the great outdoors
Do sex outside in a car when retired
Bring a partner and spare tire as required
Avoid police if so inclined
Drive eighty miles an hour at all times
Watch out for sharp curves if they object
Narrow mountain roads are watching
Keep one eye on the road while inserting
Headlights and moon glow set the mood
Never use puppets when in an auto
Open highways are always open to suggestion
Mating should only occur in mid air
Eat oysters raw when in flight
Climb to greater heights
Use Airplanes for best results
Jump from wing to wing
Wear a parachute and a pirates patch
Use only one to avoid catastrophes
Take lessons from cartoons
To find out who you are
Leave farm and zoo animals out of the equation
Milking a cow is taboo too… Don't do it!
Wear rubber gloves if you must
Position yourselves to be lazy
In opposite directions for safety
Never have sex face to face
Back to back is better jumping on the bed
Apparatuses are optional
To be avoided by amateurs
Watch out for babies! (They snore)
Never run over them
It's against the law
And down right crazy
Pregnancy can be fun too
Instructions are on the dashboard
But first you must buy or rent a car
Before you floor it
Jurassic Prayer
By Mark D. Stucky
We asked our preschooler to pray,
and with dinner plates before us
and our hands folded,
he paused in silence
and then roared in imitation
of a wounded, angry dinosaur.
We all laughed at the incongruous “prayer”
from the tiny portrayal of a monstrous T-Rex,
but was the inadvertent theology
as inappropriate as first thought?
Religious roars of pain and anger
permeate the book of Job,
the story of an exemplary man
wounded by undeserved catastrophes.
In anger, Job roared at judgmental comforters.
In anguish, he roared at the world and at God.
And God roared back from a whirlwind
and later restored Job’s many blessings.
When wounded by anguish or anger
and longing for or fearing death,
good therapy is roaring at God
and baring one’s soul’s darkest depths,
for God, through crucifixion, felt our pain
and God, through resurrection, roared good news
that monstrous Death dies defeated.
And God will wipe away our tears
at the final end of earthly evil’s roaring
and the new beginning of celestial singing.
(First published in Agape Review, 11 July 2022. See also my poem "Bringing Heaven to Earth" and my visual poem “Haiga for the Heavenbound.”)
(Image by user1457424776 on Pixabay.com.)
sporting a colorful chemise
a camera and a valise
temptations so easily tease
roaming as free as honeybees
tourists hear beckonings as pleas
and capture beauty with much ease
tiny things no bigger than peas
or vast expanse of deep blue seas
weeping willows in the breeze
ornate houses of bourgeoisies
candles lit to divinities
friendly playful bitty chickadees
lovable girl about to sneeze
a soldier's return from overseas
referees calling penalties
lovers creating memories
strange amazing intricacies
silly whimsical fantasies
many types of absurdities
two elephants on a trapeze
seven vine swinging chimpanzees
bears savoring delicacies
oddities among novelties
unavoidable catastrophes
moments of awe you want to freeze
as many of these as you please
photos are lovely memories
many worthy of galleries
each artist a fan of what he sees
Published in PoetrySoup's first anthology "PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world" Paperback 2020
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
February 27, 2018 for FAVORITE RHYMING POEM EVER CONTEST sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 2ND
January 1, 2018 for BEST RHYMING POEM OCT-DEC CONTEST sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
November 30, 2017 for MERAKI CONTEST sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
I could have sworn I saw a ninja from my boat
who moved stealthily through the night.
Thank goodness he wasn't after me.
He was in just the right amount of light
At window height
When I saw him flee.
I could have sworn I saw a ninja from my boat
Who moved stealthily through the night.
I was out of sight
There was no way I was going to come up an
Absentee.
He was in just the right amount of light
I wasn't going to stop and ask him his plight.
I really didn't want to have to turn my self into
The police for a third degree.
I could have sworn I saw a ninja from my boat
Who moved stealthily through the night.
I watched his flight.
Things happen and the next thing you know the
Thing you didn't see has some how made you
A nominee who is now a presentee.
He was in just the right amount of light
And the time was around midnight.
You want to hear something funny?
It wasn't a ninja at all it was the dock
Master checking the last of the boats in the
Storm making sure their lines were secure so
There would be no catastrophes.
I could of sworn I saw a ninja who moved
Stealthily through the night
He was in just the right amount of light.