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Wasp nest under construction...
vacancies for yellow jackets also available
alternately titled: eave'n roofs houses nidus
If ye dear reader find yourself
as an under appreciated
busy buddy buzzfeeding bee -
hive got just the solution.
When me and the misses
entered side door here
yesterday September 26th, 2021
where both of us live
within one bedroom unit
at Highland Manor Apartments,
we espied hexagon-shaped paper cells
constituting partially completed
reasonably priced
state of the art abode.
Nevertheless, these
myopic eyes of mine
identified when closeup
tiny sign advertising real estate
large enough to house me,
an average size bugaboo.
Yours truly itching to move
to cozier quarters
no matter facilities roofless
imposing long overdue necessity
to strip down trappings
to bare minimum.
Tricked out with state of the art wizardry
microscopic computer processing chips
adorn six identical geometric sides
indeed allowing, enabling and providing
global linkedin telecommunications
beamed in across
bajillion miles from deep space.
All kidding aside
Hymenoptera quite the builder
with innate abilities as their guide
neither prejudice, nor afflicted with pride.
Ever mindful of insects with diaphanous wings,
yours truly quite aware of pain regarding bee stings,
which commentary brings
me to recall the following incident when
quite so many years ago...
Awarded to privileges and sanctioned
embellishment favoring enhancement,
Over time, years chip away unnoticeably
o'er worn breathless moments,
Taunt texture of an arduous youth evaporates
in a whimsical hallucination,
Fields of the dermis yield a harvest worthy
of an ample supply of suppleness,
Foretelling fluctuating skin moisturizing balms
that saturates the aged cavities,
Cherished heydays occupied a magnificent face
for cameras to envy,
In the advance of time, I am content
to tender the waning years,
For a fair measured distance
as a camera poses for a closeup.
2020 January 10
Exuberant Light
Selfless rays spring from tonal anagrams
Crystal daybreaks that never know twilight
Released from the pure rhapsody “I Am”
Innocent of intention, free of night,
Nascent from infinity’s essence – light -
Unselfish benediction leaping up
Vitality born in perfection’s cup
Pure spirit, benevolent chivalry,
Enduring present animas closeup,
Crucible, animation’s ministry.
Breathless, lives without infected judgement,
Simply chanted bliss in the present tense
Torrents of chaste delight’s descant descent
Dainty clarity, effervescent zest,
Seeks no return – collects no interest -
Unselfish bounty - Eternal always –
Cascading lambent merriment of praise
No need of sun or moon nativity
Incorruptible abundance ablaze
Light sings everlasting festivity.
11-16-21
Contest: Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Syllables checked with PS
The Easter lily welcomes spring, it tells me the long cold winter was a fling. Their closed pods start to open up, showing their beautiful faces-giving me a look closeup.
Show your long petals as your face, it makes me want to put you in a pretty vase. Your green leaves, are easy to weave. The Easter lily welcomes Easter and the Maker, a time for a new birth in man and creator. Each year I know when the lily has arrived, that spring has now revived.
Date Written:5/9/2021
7 Place
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming This Spring So
Far Contest Judged: 5/28/2021
Sponsored by: M. L.
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O woebegone thoust nemesis dawning
that spelt obfuscates thy spilt gloam spawning
boast nefarious numinous wicked.
Clueless, raise glory divine dote wicket.
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The universe resplendence of grandeur
the dominion dulcet befalling sheer
incandescent massiveness balters so
their beamish bodies tithers and hitherto.
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Some huge and some not until one's closeup
It's all about size, bigger better--naught
This world or that world, it's the worlds themselves
Heavenly bodies, that dreams make tales
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Universal, darker sides, lighter sides,
Stars; Solar, Terra, bump-in-the-night, size.
Dear Olabosoye Oluwafunmilayo
Raise up with joy your cup
To thank Him- the standing backup
Being off and on like an innocent pup
Smiling at the lightproof to have a closeup
Toast to the new leaf turned
Hallelujah to the new grace earned
Glory to Jesus of mercy returned
And praises to life by peace governed
For the goodness of God lives
Till this very moment cum life He gives
Amidst the governmental incentives
Not delivered though troubling peace forgives
Happy birthday to my last born
She sees me of no fun neither of scorn
Probably because I am a Capricorn
Always open everyday to forewarn
She is mine and her day is for all
We are together up at its call
To make a colorful day nice and ball
Till time is for bed to retire protocol
Happy birthday one and only Beatrice
Fill up your day enough with umpteenth bliss
Guide Dante and more to paradise not abyss
Duty's call to which no mistake is God's business
Don't go without making wishes
Be careful of those things you cherished
Rather look inward to those things that won't vanished
In caution to how happiness flourishes
Say them all to His ears and wait
But never in any instance of grace lose weight
Unless you impatiently with time negate
He never failed for once or appeared late
Yes testimonies will rain like manna
Till thanksgiving gives way to more celebration
To come often chilling under a cooling cabana
Happy birthday to your soul, be safe with thy aspiration
There is going to be no NO
Says thy dear bro. among your wishes
Let's say there is, it will be turned ON
Till no No shows up again in your pursuits
Happy birthday to the one I share chromosomes with
Listen to the crying morning birds
Their chirps are for your day
Don't get rid of listening even it makes no sense
Till the least trance creates chance for fun
Happy birthday my darling, keep living...
I have you a VASE as a present
In it flows a boundless sea
Which treasure every bit of our save
Till running sea water shall make an ocean
Happy belated birthday dearest friend
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
© 2022
The Army was getting desperate in nineteen-forty-three,
For warm bodies to fill vacancies in the good old infantry.
Alas, the draft board beckoned causing his heart to sink.
Thus, began the notorious career of Private Roscoe D. Schlink!
He was a naive country boy from Bean Blossom, Indiana.
They sent him for training to Fort Fumble in Louisiana.
Only five-feet-four, he was issued clothes much too large.
"Don't worry, I'll make a man of you, son!" said old sarge!
At marching and drilling he proved less than deft.
He could never figure out his right foot from his left!
Sergeants growled at him with uncouth elocution.
Roscoe just couldn't do anything with sharp execution!
On long treks he was in the rear running to catch up.
Petulant sergeants ever screaming, "Closeup! Closeup!"
During inspections he amassed reams of damning demerits,
And spent many weekends paring heaps of taters and carrots!
Later in the heat of battle he reached deep within his soul.
When those with lesser mettle faltered, he assumed control.
That day his gallantry overshadowed others by far.
For his courage he was awarded the coveted Silver Star!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
There is the immediate and the atmosphere.
Fear of war; touchdown of velociraptors;
a quiet passing; a once again tragedy of
paper rolls, a teacher tripping, tires rolling.
Closeup shots and distant thunder; its cracklings.
Hanging by a thread, sometimes deluded into
thinking things will be alright; with Jesus they are.
The ups and downs; the coaster lumbering over
the camel’s humps; the plummet from Everest;
the mighty arms of our Creator sustains the blows.
Eventually, the coaster comes to rest; wow,
those pearly gates, the mindblowing light that shines;
Jesus will wipe every tear from your eyes.
From my cousin’s eyes, from his two year battle.
His mama, four years ago, on the same day.
Sandwich hugs from his mom and dad. wow.
The past comes in a nightmare dream,
pain I've worked so hard to forget;
to hold back sadness and regret,
I see the place where I grew up.
And all the graves in rows closeup,
my home by a rippling stream;
where in my lone bed I was weeping,
listening to a train whistle.
The need to leave was abyssal,
holding back tears I walked away;
into the wild world to stray,
but the past keeps creeping, creeping.
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May 9, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/The Past Keeps Creeping, Creeping
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1223-635-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into Strand Select F Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
The past comes in a dream,
pain I've worked so hard to forget;
holding back sadness and regret.
I see the place where I grew up,
and all the graves closeup;
and my house by a stream.
In my lone bed weeping,
listening to a train whistle;
the need to leave was abyssal.
Holding back tears I walked away,
into the world to stray;
but the past keeps creeping.
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May 9, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Dreaming of Those Years
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1143-059-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Musical Inspiration
sponsor, Joseph May
Inspiration Song - Holding Back The Years, Simply Red
Fourth Place