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Smokin' Joe Frazier,
A champion in my book;
Known for a patented wallop,
The Philadelphia left hook!
He never had the beauty,
Of a Muhammad Ali;
Frazier hit like a mammoth,
While Ali stung like a bee
Bobbin' and weavin',
From side to side;
He never stopped punchin',
'Til the day he died
Many years ago,
When I was just a kid;
The Fight Of The Century,
I remember what he did
Ali was quick and flashy,
Adoring the role of a clown;
It was there in the fifteenth,
When Frazier knocked him down!
The two would meet again,
And another soon after;
A rivalry long enduring,
One of boxing's greatest chapters
Sportin' those colorful trunks,
Way below the knees;
Folks all got their money's worth,
He was guaranteed to please
Those aren't clouds in Philly,
They're raging puffs of smoke;
Make way for the locomotive,
That left hook ain't no joke!
Goodbye for now Joe Frazier,
You'll be sorely missed;
Boxing's lost its glory,
Real men fought with their fists
“Counting age is like counting syllables, one needs a pencil. Releasing age, one needs nothing” : Poet
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Age-time exists only in Third Dimension
our core within each cell imageless, timeless, cosmic
contains no memories, knowledge or wisdom
these concepts of mind
moon, sun, oceans, tools to use
happiness, sorrow
alternative avatars gather fresh
sunrises, sunsets appear, seasons cyclical
for to be gridless no assignments can be imbibed
baby, toddler, teen, adult
mid-aged, elderly
every entity to eventual wean
powerful, free, solitary, impartial
humans have to birth
return to crystal buried
divinity linked …
assimilate experiences, age lessons learnt
know mistakes were predefined
to master skills, talents, character
for optimal tone
roughly at half century
embodied Self hears a call
softening heart, opening mind, explore all
One Love _____ oaks, mountains
oceans, multiple cultures connected keen
across dotage, dimensions ~
advice to younger self, another, is to
articulate completed chapters, then graft
vitality understood
climbing each rung is
advancement to BE
pungency no space in core
regretfulness, bitterness will occasion
a relearn of curriculum faulted, failed
rapture unqualified is ageless peace found
numeral similar to race, culture, class
gradual hours, dewy mornings pass by
emphasises mentality, flesh desires
relinquishing power to stone tracked matrix
holds no aces sought ____
let departure be timeless
eminent essence bottled
with this lens digits vanish meaningless, float
away each birthday gathered ~
eat cake even so
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Placed 2nd : Standard Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
May ‘26
"Heather"
such a tumultuous quiet discourse
crochet hooked and thinking on wheels,
the wrong turns, sometimes thoughts move
to the recalcitrant one, another tumultuous heart,
mixed feelings like heavy storm clouds move
towards the vociferous missing one,
who looks on from that place in the gut,
intuition, the compass and metronome set,
viewed in the mind's eye, amygdala, from afar
and considers messages passed on
by a lost child, the keeper of a secret to be kept,
the child immovable, concerned for all,
the quiet closed mindedness of it all, hooking loops,
like a missed stitch in time, how one could have assisted,
yet became a back turned, calling in others to turn,
a lost chapter, a forgone conclusion,
the terrible failure of it all
the one writing thinks
of the royal colour, Purple,
and remembers the sister of Heather
laid out like a pale Rose in a silent garden,
risen the Rose remains standing by All, steadfast unseen,
perplexed, yet somehow understanding, watching over,
both stubborn purple bruised stories unfurl
Love arrives on the wings of angels
visiting the obdurate in dreams,
who stay close always though worlds apart,
the ghost remains, day by day
walking next to wheels that turn
of the one seated like a Queen unable to walk,
bloody minded unable to talk, crochet hooked
shifting gears automatic, the ghost guiding
quite hauntingly strange quills like keys far away,
that move hands of time to leave abstract messages on a wall
like music notes scored to be understood and conveyed
LOVE,
despite it all,
moves mountains
covered in Heather
the Royal colour
purple
the envelope opened,
the message relayed,
before a forest
a waiting Rose
and the mind
of a girl
new chapters
new worlds
meet in dreams
far away
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
hmm (forrest); and
ljb, llb
“I am permitted to travel in the corridor between sky and heather"
empathy.
The tides of time have broken the bridge,
the generations don’t connect anymore.
They are stories divided in incongruent chapters,
don’t make a readable book anymore,
for I don’t understand your language, nor do you mine.
If my times could be closer to yours and yours to mine,
we can bring the generations drifting nowhere a bit nearer.
Together if we can build a bridge you can cross,
come to my times stalled in my heart,
the times when the values were valued,
come to my ancient abode I adored,
the bare walls collapsing, standing on foundation of faith.
You’ll see my uncared garden,
the wilted flowers preserving the essence of good times.
I’ll show you the dusty mirror hiding my happy face,
I’ve left with my times to treasure.
I can’t cross the bridge to travel to your times,
I see from far your house in the concrete jungle,
the windows don’t open to the sky.
I can see the smiling mask on your face,
hiding the visage of your tormented mind,
You’ve got from the uncertain times.
Let us build a new bridge together,
and on the bridge I will take a step forward,
You’ll take a step backward.
I’ll hold your hands with love,
You’ll hold mine with care.
The generations will merge in continuum,
you’ll enjoy reading the last chapter of your story.
December 13, 2020
Contest : Your Advice To The Youth
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
once i had footprints as tattoos
the art was tasteless
the seed was a hateful hoax
once i had phlegm laced spit in every hair follicle
the gleam was unattractive
the roots were unbalanced and unevenly growing
once i had gnats fronting as a jazz band predominately playing dirges
the rhythm was a compulsive liar
the melody was basically a malady
then you came along
you saw me in all chapters of unkempt
you dried my tears
you gave me shelter
you made me pray with you
you Loved me to Wellness
now i am a better man
now i am smelling like lavender and vanilla
now my heart is richer than my many big pictures
now i know the true meaning of Prosperous Gratitude
now i know what it really feels like to be Definitively Loved
Now I Thank God and Give Him Praise For You.....
now i must go and get myself together and get ready
her funeral starts at 11am
her last words to me were 'You Blessed My Life By My Saving Yours'
Treasure The Pleasure Of God's Blessings......
He finds himself smiling a lot these days
like when another day is over…as the sunlight begins to fade…
and he thinks about the day…and all the memories they’ve made.
Or when they take a morning walk along the shore…
and he thinks of all the memories in life they’ve made before.
But as wonderful as old memories are…now…in moments he’s awake
what makes him smile even more…are the memories they’ve yet to make.
Those moments that await them just around the bend…
the pages of their book…the chapters…waiting to be penned.
Yes, in a life that’s filled with poetry…
what brings a smile to his face at night…
before sleep closes his eyes…
are the poems they’ve yet to write.
"Life is a story with chapters unfolding, and of being
possessed by love and lust, and want along the way."
Quote by _Constance
There are times in my life of want and lust,
things that I sought out with hunger:
cravings and desires that were a must,
of course, then, I was much younger;
with a love and thirst for meaningless things,
with a lust and yearning for everythings.
But, after years of want I was left torn,
the excitement was now broken:
I wanted to be free and be reborn,
my wish for freedom unspoken;
I became more aware and quite mindful,
finding that meditation was vital.
I released myself to sweet dreamy rest,
my mind ... peace and serenity:
and in quietness I have been so blessed,
blissful in tranquility;
in delightful silence I love to repose,
enraptured with driftiing words ... I compose.
When my life was in shambles
I came to you
With my faith, I don't gamble
You knew just what to do
You convicted my heart
Laid to rest, my suspicions
Caused my fears to depart
Turned my tasks into missions
You infused my soul with a brand new spirit
Suddenly I had reason to live
I couldn't see you speak, I couldn't even hear it
But I received what you had to give
I was terribly sick before you lifted me
I bowed down to the world surrounding
Once elevated I could finally see
The depth of the water of which I was drowning
On that day I died into your servant
My final chapters rewritten
What I exalted before, no longer a deterrent
Your glory left me humbled and smitten
in one week i will die here
what is the definition of fear
erased and omitted are things and negatively effect me
i reflect on the good stuff and dissipated is any envy
i have seen many oceans
i have driven many roads
i have written many a poem
i have carried numerous loads
obstacles overcome presented new chapters of delight
the settings of many new environments have really loosened me light
i have flown with the birds
i have bodysurfed with the fish
i have experienced many flavors
i have even benefited from plenty favors
then came your beautiful being flipping my world every which way
you forced me to look
you forced me to grow
you inspired me to book
you inspired me to look up from below
you are my first
you are my last
you are my New Future rooted, watered and founded by our past
there is no clear definition of fear
alleviated and obliterated are all that bind me down via the shedded skin of dead weight
thank you for loving me and for making the latter part of my life really great....
Blessed are those who overcome
Who bravely stand ‘midst strife
For they shall see God’s paradise
And reach the tree of life
They shall not be harmed by death
Because They overcame
The hidden manna they shall eat
And gain their own new name
Blessed are those who overcome
They have the Morning Star
Their Lord shall let them rule with Him
O’er nations near and far
Those who undefiled are
Those walking worthily
Who clean their garments in the blood
In robes of white shall be
Blessed are those who overcome
Amidst the great distress
Their name will not be blotted out
Their name He shall confess
Hold fast that which He gave to You
And do not lose your crown
That You might see Jerusalem
Renewed, and coming down
Blessed are those who overcome
A pillar they shall be
Within the Temple of our God
For all eternity
Hark! He knocks, and blessed are those
Who open up the door
Those overcoming shall remain
Beside Him evermore
Blessed are those who overcome
Believing in His Word
Their Lord shall write on them His Name
Which men have never heard
Those enduring to the end
Are saved from every wrong
Their awesome weapon is their praise
Their battle cry a song
Blessed are those who overcome
Believing in the Lamb
Those faithfully enduring all
To serve the Great I AM
In His blood they overcome
With testimonies strong
Those loving not their lives to death
Shall sing amongst the throng
Blessed is He who overcame
Yeshua, King of Kings
He conquered sin and death, though He
Was tempted in all things
Yours is all the might and fame
In You we overcome
You shall return, to rule this earth
O Lord Yeshua, come!
Based on many verses throughout Revelation, especially chapters 2 and 3