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After most recent shower,
and particularly washing hair
(then shaking head
analogous to sopping wet dog
drying her/himself after a bath),
I immediately said helloo
to Long lasting fragrance Suave
essentials Daily Clarifying
Deep cleansing Shampoo,
which permeated mine scalp
facilitating healthy follicles.
More so frothy lather upon noggin
after getting rinsed out
yielded bounteous, luscious, luxurious,
and marvelous full bodied tresses
reminiscent when yours truly an adolescent,
a veritable long haired pencil necked geek
whose hirsute trademark
still characterizes atypical sexagenarian
above mentioned characteristic
still (after scores of years)
emblematic of this enigmatic poetaster.
Ever since being in utero
soon after seminal fusion
insync with fallopian tube bearing ova
begot zygote courtesy said gametes,
and engendered silent boom
after piercing zona pellucida
creating microscopic flume,
nevertheless collection of cells
coalescing into embryo
eventually manifesting into yours truly,
I painstakingly took minuscule
comb and brush to groom,
and dreaded most fearfully being locked,
where pair of outsize scissors did loom
threatening to cut thick,
what could best be envisioned analogous
to imperceptible fancy plume
hich features specific feature
drew medical community
(i.e. namely human reproductive specialists)
constituted extensive expanse
within blastocyst very limited room
crowd sourcing out rivaling curious onlookers
formerly geared up
to espy King Tutankhamun's tomb
can you dear reader believe
a hairy globule within the womb
became global attraction
viz - of a young fecund Harriet Harris,
cuz about nine months later
out the birth canal I did zoom.
Millions of people from China’s homeland
Were shocked and torn that the Great Law was banned
They faithfully and peacefully pleaded for appeal
But Zemin was bound their beliefs he would steal
Great numbers of practitioners held tight to their beliefs
As they were beaten, brainwashed and tortured by police
Their suffering and pain were peacefully endured
The persecutors were baffled; but their jobs were secured
Millions of families broken from Zemin’s hate
Some fled to tell the world of their cruel fate
But hate propaganda was spread through the world
The stage controlled for the media to hurl
The lies hidden behind economics and free trade
Concealed by deception and the sinful acts made
The evil specter lurked in a horrific way
Multitudes of deaths in prison camps each day
Practitioners worldwide continuously appealed
Clarifying the truth that the persecution is real
But truth was rejected, censored, declined
It’s too horrific to report when profit toed the line.
In USA, 2000, The Epoch Times was born
9 ping was published to subdue the storm
“Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party” did start
Hordes of resignations, the CCPs collapse was marked’’
Human body plastination, China’s 2004 nightmare
Dalian Hoffen, had prisoners of conscience to spare
Sui Hongjin contorted Cadavers to display
Bo Xilai was the Governor, directing evil dismay
A broad Kilgour, Matas and Gutmann’s evidence grew
“A new form of evil on earth” was true
2006 live organ harvesting was revealed
Prisons and hospitals, had body parts to steal
WITHIN THE SHADOW OF A BROKEN HEART
Within the shadow of a broken heart
Unspoken humble words fumbled,
recollecting forgotten dreams,
forgetting hidden screams,
clarifying confused conscience,
igniting extinguished candle,
ensuing ethereal flame,
emotive urge to surge,
burning passion to blaze,
stagnant blood to flood,
stimulating desolate mind
regaining strength of soul.
Heart to be healed
Love to be sealed.
Vacuum to be filled
Desires to be thrilled
Glory to rebuild
on earnest expectation.
09/11/19
Third Place
'One in Four' Contest by Joseph May
Chapter
I'm sorry
I'm an *******
I'm not sure
how this began
but it must end.
If we continued,
I couldn’t face myself
in the mirror
as I can’t look
into your eyes.
Now.
My wife and I
have a history
of interdependency
and failing
but there are
huge expectations
in our children’s eyes.
They are my story
I'm but a sorry chapter
in your tale
which we should never
have opened
and now must,
sadly, close
I'm sorry
I'm an *******
but this
must end.
DWR - Ianuarius
MCMXCVII
Footnote
I’m sorry you feel
this must end.
Sorrier that you are
feeling badly.
While you are not
sure how it started,
I’ve known how we
would end up
the moment I laid
eyes on you.
While you think to me
you are but a sorry chapter.
In truth,
you are like the footnotes of my existence --
explaining a source of my preferences;
providing additional relevant material;
suggesting other areas to explore;
clarifying unclear parts.....
I’m sorry you feel
this must end.
Sorrier that you are
feeling badly.
While we have
spouses that need us,
I think we do enjoy
and need each other.
Flashette Jan 24 1997
post and echo of an imaginary affair
The
Poorest
Choice in life.
I’m not being judgmental nor commenting on my feedback I’m just clarifying and
respectfully explaining my view of the poem. I appreciate the feedback, I understand when a
poem is written everyone relates to it in a different way. One never knows the ramifications
of a single piece of work. In the epigram form there is not much to work with due to the six
syllable meter. In my initial thought of ‘Aborted,’ from my creative perspective, was a
metaphor of aborting a single thought.
If one aborts a thought, the poem cannot be born into existence, thus no life of words,
no poetry, nor a beautiful contribution to literature to continue or record our stay in time,
etc.
I categorized my poem as life because we abort things daily and that’s a part of life. I am
explaining the creative depth of my poem’s entirety.
Yes, life can be aborted along with a thought, or a wonderful opportunity.
When poetry is written it is usually draped in metaphors and similes from the creators vision
and unique perspective. I hope my explanation shows the depth of a poem goes way deeper
than its surface... Raul Moreno
Our teacher says, “By peer teaching you can learn,
You can share your thoughts lovingly through cooperation”
But there’s always a big problem with my peer partner, Fern
She's quite clumsy! Keeps dropping her stuffs when it’s my turn.
She crawls on the floor to get things, taking time to get up,
Her attention is so shallow, my patience is no longer enough;
Just enjoy crawling on the floor my friend, I won’t let you stop,
Anyways, you’re the best student in this class… always at the top.
I’ll just lay down cozily my head on our old school desk,
Thanks for sharing your bright ideas, clarifying things and all the rest;
I fervently hope you won’t hurt your knees, back and neck,
And nobody will find you crawling on the floor especially Mrs. Leclercq.
Falun Dafa Hao! Falun Dafa Hao!
Echoed through the hospital halls
A woman’s voice in clear distress
Her haunting conviction was professed
The guard on duty turned to see
The young teacher he abused previously
The callous surgeons stood around
The gurney where her body was found
Her organs were extracted one by one
While fully aware, until the last cut was done
Suddenly the guard was sick with dismay
Witnessing the murder with horrific display
Doctors turned butchers, a gruesome scene
Ccp’s State organ-harvesting a nefarious scheme
Fund the military, and eradicate Falun Gong
The genocide of millions. 26 years long
Falun Dafa Practitioners are clarifying the facts
Exposing the truth of the ccp’s sinful acts
The halls of hell can hide no more
Falun Dafa Hao echoes like a lion’s roar!
Arrived with intention!
It's all up to me
To believe that I see
Destiny
In me beyond to be
Creativity
Clarity
Clarifying triumphantly
Across seas above mountains created for me
Rise I say sensibly
Rise stand tall above the galaxy
Stand taller than the blowing above leaves trees
Flying bumble bees
Smoked puffed out factories
Above imaginary imagery
Rise boldly
Know the
Comprehensive functions slowly
Know the wisdom gathered paved the way see
Understand your hand holds to be
Dimension directly
Transmitting favor lines of tapestry
Could it be
You have found what it really means
Mastering man made technologies
Answers be flowing massively
Destructing mid tone under tones mediocrity
Let's be
Honest honored graded apparently
Top of the class was always meant for they
Bravo standing want to be's
Lying like they had your back gotta be
Seriously
Confused clown mask wanna be
Rising higher than them yes they must see
Destiny
Evolved from untaught morality
Shine on electricity
During across waves of electrical seas
This is to be
Time released prophecy
Written before creation was created by an all knowing super power entity!
The Virus 2020
Written: by Miracle Man
2/8/2021
Twenty-twenty was a year of mere existence,
things we loved doing was met with resistance.
Life as we’d known it had came to a stop,
and you can’t, you must, came from the top.
Each day some new narrative needed clarifying,
It was a time of uncertainty, countless dying.
Professionals searched daily to shorten its stay,
and political shortcomings were causing a fray.
Numerous Jobs were lost as businesses went under,
and anxiety and depression as torn many asunder.
Schools went virtual and many bills went unpaid,
some visualize no future as thoughts are weighed.
This past year’s path was speed bumps and pot holes,
hatred, not God’s love, was possessing men’s souls.
We faced problems daily without formal resolution,
Lord, help us each day, to be a part of the solution.
Too often I have heard, in overcrowded English classes,
a long speech from the smartest professor of literature using
too many words to annoy students who couldn't help laughing;
they'd have understood, if he had only used a fewer words!
" What a boring teacher we have! " someone yelled from the auditorium.
Yes, it raised eyebrows even across the nearby stadium,
where many were listening without much focus or interest,
" He should have been a preacher instead! " another student cried out.
" Make your point, don't waste your energy on eloquence and feeling!"
The outspoken, well-dressed young man shouted. Then he added,
" Are you reading poetry or clarifying the subject? And he continued
saying, " The shorter, the clearer...so that we can grasp it's meaning!"
Every bugged face turned its attention to him, applauding with incredible delirium,
but the professor angered at them, quickly stepped down the podium...
bursting into tears from the embarrassment and the bewildering looks;
perhaps having recognized his stupidity, he'd have been better off writing books!