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I yield
my self-conceit
…disguised…
as sheer meekness;
false humility
radiating
deceit,
needing God
for His pardon.
Here am I
surrendered
to Christ's love and might
ready to be transformed
through His divine nature*...
Albeit a snake
tamed am I graciously
by the Sovereign Charmer...
Grateful, my heart praises Him!
*2Peter 1:4 Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.
September 6, 2018
Edited on May 19, 2022
13th place, "Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 7/4/2022.
Sure like to share my innermost thoughts
Haven't yet found where they're hidden
Searched and searched but really no luck
Gonna put out a Lost Data bulletin
Sure they were there the last time I checked
But that was way back in my teens
At some point between back then and now
They're totally missing it seems
Other stuff's missing like my wavy black hair
It once was my crowning glory
It's now really thin and getting thinner
It's white for which I'm quite sorry
Heard some people age rather gracefully
That ain't the case with yours truly
As well as thin and white with some cooties
It's really unmanageable and unruly
Should have expected this turn of events
From a handsome young fellow to this
So I've had to accept I'm less of a charmer
Here's a big boohoo and a hiss!
© Jack Ellison 2015
She runs like a horse, galloping in the night
She runs from relationships, quickly out of sight
She decides in her mind and away she goes
Running from what feels like a depth of throes
She runs before the loud gavel falls
that will bring her deep pain, breaking her walls
She runs to save herself and not burden another
She runs from actions with potential to smother
She knows it will still hurt, losing what has grown
A flowering companionship, loving affection shown
A runner, a fix, thinking she's protected by her armor
Someday she will learn, he was more than a charmer
Heidi Sands
5/1/25
(C)opyright
Placed 3rd
I met him often, when he was young, like a pride palm tree,
He charmed and hypnotized his cobra, and made him wave, free;
His puffed flute fit into his mouth, making mallow music,
The crowd hailed his unique entertainment and mild slapstick...!
Herbs and home-made medicines he had, as though magic-mixed,
Common cold and cough he healed; broken bones he neatly fixed;
Faith or truth - none knew well- yet, all who knew him firmly said:
He'd mystic might of giving life to anyone who's dead...!
He's superhuman, claimed some rustics; no snake could harm him,
Some knew he'd extracted the fangs, lest he became death-victim;
Some said he cleared farms from snakes, thus protected rich and poor,
Others said he sent snakes there first; charmed them; and gained grandeur...!
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I see him today, as though lost, at the brisk footpath road,
His soiled torn tarpaulin-sheet spread; he looks sleepy and bored;
His toy-like real-snake, as though lost all juvenile bliss,
Has forgotten tricks of the trade, and his furious hiss...!
His once admiring audience, never seem look at him,
The costly currencies they threw have turned coins that got trim;
Rules and rulers threaten him, as threat to Ecosystem,
Could he desert his friendless friend, yet, to wild vacuum...?
He does never fail to feed his friend with fish, frog and eggs,
He serves his tamed colleague, and never now inflict hard hoax;
Cut off from his den his snake-friend finds in him much solace,
He, as member of his house, treats him with great tenderness...!
No-matter what! He works hard! Feeds his fine friend faithfully,
Ups and downs he takes easy; lives in highest harmony;
He, to me, like his snake with no fang, is nature's creature,
They adapt, in all moods and moodiness, with each other...!
01 January 2021
The Snake Charmer Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
And I don’t want to miss you much more
Now you know what I want to keep in touch for
Cause I don’t want to miss you much more
You kept me from searching for something we each adore
Another knight leaving the fight in rusted armor
Closed your eyes and said bad luck was a charmer
Evil through mans vein
Supply most of the poverty and pain
Caught a tear drop
Asked “you know who” when the rain would stop
Plagued by unemployment
I do nothing for my own enjoyment
What if I was spoiled, would I write the same
Maybe I’m just a brat without a name
Couple of friends misplaced
Riding high, now their shame is lowercased
I’d say be mine
But I can see, you’re doing just fine
Going solo, playing water polo
Tracking wet feet in the dojo
Speak in violence
Got a fistful to try it in silence
Searching for something more to adore
But I don’t want to miss you much more
Let me tell you a story of a long distance love . . .
Many years ago I was working for the government of Canada,
in the Welfare department and they sent me up North to help;
help the poor to leave their circle of poverty by learning new skills,
I was teaching computer skills to adults on contract for one year.
Now, at that time there was not much going on up North at night,
except a lot of snow and ice and at night bars, tons of country bars;
and that is where I met him- he was leaning against the bar smiling,
smiling at me and he was a God in cowboy boots and faded jeans.
I was smitten and head over heels for this charmer with blue eyes,
and he had that type of hair that I wanted to always brush back;
it was not long and we were seeing each other everyday after my work,
he had a cozy cabin in the woods and we had romantic nights there.
Well, in time my contract ended and I was going back to my city,
we promised to keep in touch, he would visit me, I would visit too;
lots of emails, text messages, letters, telephone calls but he never came,
I visited him and he always took me to that secluded wood cabin.
It was romantic, just me and him before a roaring fireplace snuggled,
we would take walks in the woods while gentle snow fell on our kisses;
then I would go back home to my reality, I loved him, but did he love me,
months passed, the messages got fewer, and I stopped visiting him.
In time it faded away to nothing but I will forever recall this love in the woods.
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October 14, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Love in the Woods
Copyright Protected, ID 16-839-221-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Long Distance Love
sponsor, Nicola Byrne
Fourth Place
Loveliness and grace
were the improper virtues
of a deceitful woman,
who would constantly use
them to seduce a married man...
that was my dad's mistress.
The holiest of women,
bearing through silence
much undeserved pain;
and love her children
she did without visible signs...
unable to toss the destiny's dice.
Dad's heart was defiled by lust,
and still expected mother's trust,
once he slapped me hard
for my rebellious attitude...
he knew his child suspected cheating,
when, most nights, he saw him fleeing.
Cuddled in a blanket on the marble floor
shivering not with cold, but with fear,
I waited for dad when everybody was asleep;
inside that big house I didn't feel secure,
it was a prince's castle hunted by ghosts...
and they attempted to grab me by their arms.
And because I resembled daddy a lot:
confident, virile, strong with the looks of a charmer;
I feared I would have become him and cared less,
without self-affection, sharing a wife and a lover...
and to stop the cycle, I would have kept my sexiness intact,
even thinking of joining the priesthood to avenge my dad's mistress.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Scarlet O'Hara,
Arrogant misunderstood belle and beauty, from the plantation Tara
caught up in war, love for Rhett, and her OWN survival and money,
she made a dress from green velvet drapes, fiddle-dee-dee, honey.
Rhett Butler
a handsome rogue, a charmer, a gambler of many a dollar,
with knowledge of women, EXCEPT Scarlet, is that WHY he was enthralled,
his final words to Scarlet, I don't give a damn, as his name she called.
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January 11, 2019
Poetry/Clerihew/Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1103-978-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Clerihew Couples For Valentine's Day
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
Third Place
As the blind-man holds out his bowl
the twisted form of beggar child
shouts out, shouts out, "please, SIR, please SIR."
"Come closer, come and hear my words;
I will for only one Rupee
age-old legends to you recite."
In the distance; far, far, I hear
distant Pungi swaying slowly
jarring, shrill, loud, hypnotising.
Moving my head towards the sound
mesmerising, I turn to leave.
"Don't go, don't go," says beggar child.
Singing; mournful, so sweet, so low;
"Creator, what was in your mind
that so made you create this world?"
Blind man begins to chant, I stop.
"just one Rupee please, SIR, please SIR."
Singing? Pungi? I sway, I swerve.
Between the two, the charmer wins.
Slither, slither towards the sound.
Not one Rupee for beggar child.
The Snake Charmer Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Date wrote: 3rd January 2022
My Darling Mother,
How lovely you were as a new bride
Your green eyes glowed with pride
as you stood with Dad at your side
You shared my love for writing poetry
so as I sit in the shade of your pecan tree,
I write this as though you were next to me
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Seventeen and a city girl who married a farmer
without knowing one thing about being a wife.
I remember you telling me Dad was a charmer
and together you shared a hard but happy life.
I always admired the many things you did for me.
You listened intently when I had reasons to worry.
I know there were moments when we didn't agree,
but things worked out with a happy end to our story.
Your love for Dad and the three children you beared
was the kind of love every child needs so very much.
You made a home for us in which we always shared
your comforting affection; gentleness of your touch.
Mom, I hope you knew how much I looked up to you
and appreciated your help when my babies were born.
You had boundless patience showing me what to do
and never once corrected me in a voice full of scorn.
I'm truly sorry if I ever made you sad or caused your tears.
As a mother I know now what I must have put you through.
I fully understand your anxiety and your unnerving fears,
so with all my heart I thank you, Mom, just for being you.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
April 22nd, 2016 Francine's "Mom" Contest