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Cynosure
Umm..cynosure... what does that mean?
Oh yes, I see...something supreme.
Like dignitary, celeb, sight;
a focal point, or nucleus.
A stunner, prodigy, limelight,
a treasure, magnate, omphalos.
A hero, luminary, ace,
centrality, big gun, big name.
A famous person, worthy place,
or major leaguer of some fame.
A star, a personality;
a spotlight, center of it all.
Exemplar and epitome;
an archetype, original.
Top brass, top dog, a spectacle,
a wonderment or quintessence.
An act of God, a miracle;
immortal, beauty, eminence.
Umm...cynosure...now understood.
To me, it means...superbly good.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 07/01/2016
You can scream, 'cause you know
Nowhere else for you to go.
You can kill, pull a knife,
Point a gun, take a life.
But in the end, all will see,
You're a curse to their humanity.
The celeb spell that you cast
Made of nothing but tawdry glass.
You want life 'cause you know
Your money is nothing but a show.
We see your face, know your mind,
The rabid beast in your mankind.
Say you're better than the rest,
Hoist your flag, beat your chest.
Steal the land, poisoned soil,
Drunk on wine, while children toil.
Your masses on popcorn feast,
Worshiping their threadneedle beast.
Take a walk, hug a tree,
Know how life is meant to be.
Don't be caught, in their game.
More you watch, more they tame.
Dumb you down, make you weak,
Breath of innocence the ghouls all seek.
But Alpha Omega knows the plan
Here long before their race began.
Ghoulish time is short, built on tears
Their count in days, months, and years.
Bloody empires, we watched them fall,
Like their savage coliseum wall.
Life you choose, better, or worse,
In, or out, their hologram universe.
Joanna Davis
4th July 2026
Sunglass a string'd white cotton shirt
His long straight black hair caught
Her attention. She marveled at his
brown tan leather pants that were
perfectly matched with his white
Leather boots. It all changed when
he turned and she noticed
"Load from the rear" on the back of
his pants."What a waste" she said
may have been heard as he smiled
pulling up his shirt rubbing his hairy
stomach. "Who is this" asked woman
; he's with the band, spoke another
gentlemen. Keep all that Celeb-Air for
the show, we don't need to be breathing
that much starphume all at once!
If he is married to his job, he's cheating
cause I'm a lotta work said the other
gentlemen. The oboists baby, the starphume
smells good on me! The woman remarked
"Guess I will take my place in the audeince
since I am the only earthling here!
When is it they get to the place that is 'too far'?
When do they know that they've lost the essence of who they are?
Do you think they deserve what they get?
Do you think they don't really care?
Does money, power, fame pay for itself?
Do we laugh and ridicule them for being them?
I ask myself the question: do they deserve pity?
Do they deserve respect?
Some do, some don't, some did Some didn't.
The smile doesn't dazzle like it did.
The name doesn't get the full attention it once had.
The days turn from the excitement of now to the excitement of 'once been'
Older now, do they fade faster than the rest of us?
It must be like losing twice,
Dying twice!
Fame and fortune, what a sacrifice?
In the end they fall back on themselves.
Their alter ego remains a living ghost who deserted overnight!
Age, looks, respect!
That's not me in the mirror.....what a god damn sight?
Gone.
Now an alien living in their skin?
Someone else there that they blocked from memory,
Someone they used to be!
Back to the track of reality!
You had your time in the sun.
You had your time in the fame.
You had a place in the game.
Now why feel ashamed?
Can you face the cold dark of reality?
Can you remember your life, yourself, you.....celebrity?
If you see some ants, you will
A) trample them under your feet
B) feed them with leftover sweet
C) turn them into a yum treat
D) watch them catwalk down the street
If you see mosquitoes, you'll
A) swat them away with your hand
B) give them blood as they command
C) guide them back to their marshland
D) listen to their jazzy band
If you see a spider, you'll
A) watch it knit silken cobweb
B) honour it like a celeb
C) squash it with your broomstick's web
D) let it live till time will ebb
If you see a worm, you will
A) watch it wriggle and squiggle
B) poke it with stick and giggle
C) let it be free to wiggle
D) flatten it, no more jiggle
If you see cockroaches, you'll
A) let them dine on your cooked food
B) fry them deep or have them stewed
C) order them out, being rude
D) kill them and their growing brood
11th Feb 2023
For Suzanne Delaney's "Multiple choice poem" contest
It’s disturbing to see
The rise in unhinged left-wing violence.
A Leftist cause-celeb dies of overdose
With a policeman’s knee on his neck
And the nation erupts in chaos, riots, killings
And cities all aflame.
A Right-winger is martyred by a trans loving kid
And prayer and candlelight vigils and waves of peace
Spread out like a tsunami of healing.
Could the contrast be any greater?
Every day another unhinged shooter
Takes more lives, in some vain attempt at relevance,
And nine out of ten times it’s a Leftist.
When did the lie of Leftist peace begin?
Maybe when they were just dreaming
Because from the very beginning
It has been the side of revolution
And revolutions always justify the means
To achieve their ends.
But revolutionaries always get a pass
Because they dream big and try to change the world
But no one ever asks to and from what?
The time for death and destruction
Revolution and change for the sake of change
Is past.
Now is the time for the revelation
Of something new
Which has been here all along.
Something grounded in the best we have to offer
Not the most we can take.
What do you have to offer that makes you
On the whole a giver not a taker?
Because that is the turning point
Between being a child and adult,
A turning point we each need to face
And discover for ourselves.
Hinged or unhinged is not a matter of chance
It is a choice, our choice,
And when we feel unhinged
In the face of some terrifying void
We need to remember, true change
Only comes from within
But then opens out into a renewed world.
And those doors
Open best when their hinges
Are firmly in place.
And if we find ourselves too shaky to stand
And can’t see a way forward
Maybe it is as simple as recognizing
We are still like a child
In need of something to eat, a good rest
And simply a warm loving hug.
Being unhinged is not by chance
It is by choice
To destroy in the name of change.
Destroy because our fear
Has replaced that love.
(9/25/25)
Do you ever wonder if you're alone?
We're simply here in a world of "unknown"
Do you ever walk miles just to hear your steps?
Going on journeys and missions --- but never actually finishing a project?
Always second-guessing --- always second-best
Or think you know it all --- but everyone's unimpressed?
Or try to do your own thing and get caught in someone else's web
Then all of a sudden, you're no longer a celeb
The world takes it's natural turn and everyone has bad days
Wondering how in your life right now --- you'll end up pulling out of this phase?
The funk I've been in is breaking inside of my heart
But I stick it out and bear with it --- until it decides to depart
So many thoughts are scattered inside my brain
Concentrating on the falling warm rain
I take a deep breath and I try to start over once again insane
Until I am forever free from this created ball and chain...
Silk and light double glades of beauty on a wire of thin
I cannot help but wonder how long it took him to spin
this singular string of intricate structure, this web
Early morning sips , the air brushes my rousing cheek
as the sun yawns out I observe softly, but do not speak
this natural fibre of ancient wisdom still hasn't ebbed
its incandescent firey blaze is a mirage a shaft of light
the remnant of a spider still attached from yester night
this arachnid wanderer of dawn by morning's celeb,
has captured my imagination and my inquisitive mind
this creature of weave has me, vaguely entwined...
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4 | Enter Contest
Deadline 7/20/2022 12:00:00 AM
With a bag of spiders collected for my science project
A fifth grader’s “Spiders Under The Influence” was the subject
Got the idea from a book on the study by a zoologist
Shifting the time when spiders built their webs, his quest
The pattern of the orbs distorted, the greater the toxicity
I knew from reading that they were safe so no need for pity
They gave my mother valium (a tiny pill) for anxiety
Although I always behaved with the utmost propriety
I couldn’t say to her, I’m having a nervous breakdown mom
I must pass a final to graduate, can I please have one?
I waited until she dyed her hair, a beautician I applause
I snuck into her bureau and swiped a pill for the cause
The pot I stole from my older sister, stinky skunk weed
I’d mash then extract, made it hash to put in the feed
I had done the same with the pills and the caffeine
I used sugar water as the solution and began graphing
The results of the experiment a success, I felt like a celeb
It takes one hour for a garden spider to build an orb web
Small doses of these drugs showed the cobwebs were smaller
They were way out of whack, droopy and irregular
The radii uneven, the widespread of the circles was affected
The sleepy one did nothing all day as expected
The spider on marijuana started a web, then flat-out gave up
It took the creepy crawler longer to string and linkup
The spiders survived; I hurled them back into the bag
In the garden I set them free as I watched them zig-zag
Mrs. Byrd, my science teacher was very angry and refused to exhibit
She gave me an A anyway whispered to me, enjoyed it quite a bit!
As a lactose intolerant
cow whirring lion eye zing
dual (Banjo playing) Manichean
("FAKE") keen man womanizing,
faux nymphomaniac wannabe,
I cone only scream about visualizing
nip pulling and getting a breast
of Hani La (vanilla),
this sweltering unfreezing
Wednesday while mouth
watering chiefly hanker
for milch of
human kindness, which titillating
fanciful fandom fantasies
skinny dipping into soliloquizing
whet dreams har made
sadly, simply, and sorely realizing
test tickles quizzing
noggin merely figment
of fertile imagination pricking
prurient potent plentifully oozing
naughty salacious, licentious,
and felicitous evocations pulsating
hypnotically invoking
trance send dint overriding
gloriously flirtatious escapade needling
my over active
thought processes monopolizing
ability to focus attention trying
to compose joyous leavening,
sans jump starting
massaging, and kneading
dormant limp libido liberating
panting allied force,
which seems tubby
in axis Sybil for Nick -
A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie,
frantically, gingerly, and
haphazardly kickstarting
pussy riot with this feeble attempt
for a firm hut heave action,
one docile male member
devoid of livingsocial,
hence aye coon
sitter ring joining
a nunnery, which
would be habit chilly unfitting,
and very un convent
shin null for a poetic happy ending!