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The way we will travel will
Determine how we approach
Doing what humans do.
The Prairie Dog Connecter
Is an idea to bring the future
To travel and creating
Environmental solutions to
Futuristic travel.
A underground tunnel with
Service roads and stores and
Lodging to ensure the safety
Of traveling in our bearing
Future. Underground boring
To create safer traveling
In our new world.
Putting people were they are
Needed. Providing communication
Medicaid, supplies, repair services
And commercial and lodging so
All people are safe and the risk
Or exploitation is reduced.
Wisdom can outline the proposal
To illustrated both our objectives
and goals. Water collection and
Waste recycling stations monitored
By people who know what they are
doing.The stakes are high, but we
Can meet the challenge to
Succeed to create traveling systems
That are envied and are illustrated
Models for the rest of the world!
In this new world, the reality of insanity
Elicits frail morality, losing deep values
To cuthroat urbanity. We thirst for quick fixes
And dismiss gentle formality although life
Grants humanity its spirit’s wholeness—
How can greed and power allow us to ignore
Kindness, simple vitality borne from Hope,
Our birthright amid mundanity? Is man’s dream
Caged in temporal inanity where success
Is appraised by materialism or arrogant fame?
Such brutality! We forget the path of compassion
As time forges on in despotic volcanity, while
Children grow imbibing a mentality that existence
Lies in crude profanity based on self-interest…
Where is love in this equation?A doomed fatality
Of modern times , perhaps. I wonder.
Contest: Word Challenge for Silent One
1/27/2017
Suddenly swans flocked in my direction,
As I fed them pieces of Wonder bread,
A swan with a black mole over its heart
caught my idle attention,
It swam slowly and was the last one
to eat the brown bread.
Everyday, I began to feed the swans,
And the one with the black mole
was always the last one,
As if it wanted to linger behind,
As if it had a special attraction towards me,
All other swans would disappear
after eating the pieces of Wonder bread,
But not the one with the black mole,
She and I would have a conversation,
A pleasant one about love and fairytales,
We formed a special bond
Near that beautiful blue pond.
Suddenly swans and I were friends.
Contest entered: Suddenly Swans
Date judged: 04/26/19
04/12/19
Writing challenge 4, May 2019, No placement poetry contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
My Existence's signature remains Agony
As,
The paths I walk on have already met
With disdainful corrosion
So much that my soul remains
Confused!
Pray, why would the Heavens
Surprise me with their word
When all they do in the end
Is to contort it to fundamental pain?
In my love story have I imprinted a seal
That of Death,
Bypassing even Life and its pleasures
Pray, they only wish to contort
My Agony into Torture!
Why, it would seem that my karma
Is aligned to the bad omens!
My subconscious, pitying me
Constantly fools me,
Merely to allow me to keep on walking!
But in the end,
The surprise of Existing
Is merely that we are to attach
Ourselves to the dirt and grime
Of everything
As, the very essence of it all
Wishes it that our souls
Remain cuddled to pain!
Of living have I had enough
Wish I could free myself,
Break off the chains,
Crumble my heart to dust
And ask
That I feel not,
Not anymore,
Never again
In any living form!
For Contest Ten word Challenge 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Written on 23rd August 2019
A menagerie of mockingbirds are singing a melody,
of imitated tweets and chirps, like ripples of a flute;
And I wander a forest lush green and hushed quiet,
the twilight allows only a pellucid of light to stream in;
and in my dream I am so broken and lost.
A bright vermilion rose entices me to touch it and smell,
the frangipani perfume, so sweet and succulent;
so beautiful and luscious to this lost beauty wandering,
and in my dream I hold it to infuse my broken heart;
then, using my ancestral power- I fade into foliage.
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January 7, 2018
Poetry/Verse/I, Fade
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9809-32-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 10 Words and 10 Lines Challenge
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
A man of modest mien and means
his genius hidden ‘behind-the-scenes’
The Rebbe of Lubavitch in NYC was the address
for those who aspired to success
For over forty years, ‘til 1994
those who knocked at his door
from early morning ‘til far into the night
came away with clarity, unparalleled light
He challenged each visitor, from the States or overseas
to be the absolute best they could possibly be
Accepting no excuses, delays or ‘lack of passion’
The Rebbe told them: “Obstacles are miracles
~ waiting to happen”*
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*’Likkutei Sichot, Vol. 6 – Beshalach, ‘The Wis-
dom of the Rebbe,’ by Tzvi Freeman... The
Rebbe is aka 'The Lubavitcher Rebbe.'
This is a poetry eerily populated with ghosts and mummies and zomboid creatures who go on living though dead from love.
— Patrick McGarth*
ZOMBOID CREATURES
no way out of the well…ceaseless pulley.
forlorn, deep is the grave.
for the dead, love is a bully
no one can save.
doped up, tears dry in somnambulant night.
bones rave toward the cliff.
a blind man’s bluff, i’ve lost my sight -
this zomboid stiff.
love dropped out; i’m eaten up with her scent -
bouquet of floral bath.
i pursue - a ghostlike lament,
off beaten path.
she sat upon the mound, of fresh dug soil,
wrapped up in her own grief,
a mummy terrified - a foil…
aperitif.
1/7/2023
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme Z word: Zomboid
Used Howmanysyllables and rhymezone
*Obtained from Merriam-Webster
On peeping through the aperture inside the old oak tree
I gasped with wonder to behold the vision that awaited me
For deep inside three fairies slept their delicate wings like lace
To attest their actuality a childhood dream I would embrace
When I was young, a wee small child, sometimes naughty, sometimes wild
I searched in all the nooks and crannies, seeking fairies, so beguiled
I came across a barren meadow; an ancient oak was growing there
The tree became a favourite haunt, enthralling every daily jaunt
I remember telling grownups of the fairies deep inside my tree
They laughed aloud, this silly child, who dared display temerity
I often sketched or made up songs about my childhood saga
Searching for fairies constantly, whilst eating Italian frittata
A child no longer I still reflect upon their negativity
Accused of telling fairy tales displaying such proclivity
Imagination running wild and full of positivity
I did see fairies every day, their nuance their transparency
Now looking back the gift I had was wacky and unique
They said I must stop lying and of fairies never speak
Feeling honoured for this gift, so deep within my marrow
I celebrate my childhood visions, dismissing minds so narrow
And now each day I watch them play around my old oak tree
As they perform a show for me, displaying their fragility
Each night they fly high in the sky, with silver gossamer wings
Like twinkling stars in a moonlit sky, tugging at my heartstrings
Written 29th October 2018
For Eight Word Challenge 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
4th placement
Contest Strand Choice H
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
You would get whatever you believe
If you believe in a great life
That you shall have
If you believe that you will get everything
That you shall get
God will give you whatever you believe
So challenge yourself
Raise your ceiling
Is there a limit to your yearnings, imaginations?
Take the lid off
Fly
God will meet you where you dream or think of
He will never put you down
And say “forget it
It’s too hard”
No, He will fulfill your dreams
Wishes
So let it fly
Your idealities, visions, longings
To the unlimited God
Where He will take them
And make you soar
Dream on
Come to Him
For everything
Be like a good child
Who asks his, her Father for good things
You will too
Come to your Father
He won’t bite
Zestful
Beneath a weeping willow tree
Shielded by its canopy of leaf
Two lovers found sweet serenity
Zestful to share love in ecstasy.
Sadly a vicious storm was brewing
Both their zestful hearts began stewing
Thunder clapped and lightning struck the tree
The sweethearts too, they died instantly.
Forlorn the couple took off in flight
Into the darkness of sky at night
Flying to unknown territory
To dwell in everlasting glory.
The pair were eventually found
They’d decayed into the underground
Their loving souls live on tenderly
Entwined in heaven's grace zestfully.
The tree recovered its heart still beats
Often sadly the willow tree weeps
Never before in its history
Has it known such zestful tragedy.
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12th May 2023
Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word choice no.10 - Zestful