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Ample vicissitudes we both had faced
after the blood-curdling shipwreck while on voyage
trapped in a warren, dreams sailed in a haze
my young master bravely tamed me for his advantage
I became his bosom friend, worth not to put back in a cage.
Young master, what a strong faith you had!
despite the danger you didn’t give up
you had the power, a gift unparalleled to any other lad
to commiserate a beast was not your mishap
nature’s realm was exalted by your heart to the top.
While the wave-tracks lead to uncertainties,
life-boat drifted along the sea in misery
you felt at ease with me despite your difficulties
as fishes miraculously abounded, I fed myself happily
believing that you were the best angler who did all things for me.
I hummed a song in a long journey of anguish
on our way awaited all the scorching hassles
the gale of storm flogged once more its piece
mysterious island beckoned with its ostentatious obstacles
but, your courage and prayers walked over all troubles
finally, I found my lair through your ardent struggles.
August 12, 2013 6.30pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Second Place
Contest: any poem goes
Judged: 12/30/2013
Sponsor: Poet Linda PD
Life teaches many a valuable truth,
That makes our existence one of worth.
Graying and growing old is no curse,
As experience directs life’s course.
See life as a mysterious puzzle,
And death as an inexorable struggle.
Know, hatred burns life like fire,
And wickedness turns it into mire.
On Earth, forgiveness bonds hearts
But revenge, sure, every bond thwarts
Even the guilty falls prostrate,
Before those willing to commiserate.
Know, a true friend has no deceit,
And a truly learned has no conceit.
If jealousy is an acid which erodes,
Generosity is a fuel that reloads.
If inactivity is akin to death,
Creativity is vital as breath.
If perseverance conquers mountains
Laziness dries up fountains.
While pride leads a man to his fall
Humility takes him closer to his goal.
While Honesty leads him to salvation
Deceit drives him to damnation.
Patience is an inexhaustible well,
And perversion, a sure road to hell.
Know, those who long for the crown,
Should also be torn by the thorn.
While love of God takes us to eternity,
Love of man leads us to fraternity.
With such priceless tips learned in bits,
Let us light up our life in glowing glitz.
May we bury our past with all its blues,
As each morn of hope brightly blooms!
May. 6. 2023
~ Placed First~
Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sotto Poet
Written: August 26, 2023
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In the tapestry of life, a friend we find
A precious treasure, a soul so kind
Through tight and thin, through joy and strife,
A friendship blossoms—a gift for life.
Devotion and loyalty intertwine.
A bond unbreakable, a love divine.
Through laughter and tears, we share our days.
Supporting each other in countless ways.
Such cement, our friendship holds us strong.
In the face of hardships and moments gone wrong.
Through swirls and tribulations, we stand,
Hand in hand, together we withstand.
Our souls abiding in a sacred space,
Connected by love, grace, and embrace.
A friendship that's woven, thread by thread,
A tale of friendship that will never be shed.
Through the ups and downs, we navigate,
With trust and understanding, never to abate.
We draw on each other in times of adversity.
The essence of life is knowing our perversity.
We share our dreams, our hopes, and our fears.
And wipe away each other's tears.
In moments of joy, we celebrate,
In moments of sorrow, we commiserate.
Bound by friendship's tapestry, we grow,
Supporting each other as we learn and glow.
With every challenge, we rise above,
Together, we conquer with strength and love.
In this tapestry of friendship, we find:
A connection so deep, it transcends time.
Through the highs and lows, we stand
Hand in hand, forever bound, a friendship so grand
It's the end of my purposeful day,
a prostate being in prayer
with much sincere accord,
and my gratitude is not hurried away;
it is persistent in its allegory
already conceded...
Days don't last, time does
and the thought of eternity causes a frightening rush,
not to comprehend its depth
too concise not to discern it,
making many so compulsive to act in ignorance;
time was created to confer, not to condemn a wish...
Making a comparison between days
and time is truly necessary,
because they aren't commensurate,
they only obey a command; and we humans
act in deceit and don't commiserate,
allowing vanity to exude inclemency...
Frivolous with a frowzy attitude,
we put on a frippery image
to separate need from want,
to notice the differences and deny fortitude;
and shouldn't harmony and fairness begin with grace,
or it is another informal demeanor we impart?
Days don't last, time does...
and can a mortal, like me, pretend to be God
and defy death with his ostentatious ego and live?
Every human must die and be buried with others!
Are you any superior or have a greater knowledge,
to be excluded from a fate that is indomitable and savage?
The Protraction of the Epiphany
Complacency in a stilted light of regret
Vagrancy in a jilted sight of neglect
Emergency in a wilted light of insects
The urgency of a curative substance to inject
Wellsprings of artificial truth and humour
Hells things accumulate with the modern day consumer
A year in the jungle with the rare black Asian Pumas
A fear and a rumble of a growing brain tumour
Excerpts of illumination beaming out through a crowd
Concerts of contamination leaning forward and loud
An old hearse of consecration screaming lines of the Proud
A written verse of invitation about what is sworn and vowed
Desert storms inland from the sea
Crescent forms of moonlight that shine down upon me
Elegant storms of starlight that are too bright to even see
Decadent norms shed for what’s right as you embolden the free
Elevated insights into the passages of time
Nominated fights about the ravages of crime
Consecrated rights about the rhythm of a rhyme
Ill-created sights as we look to the night for a sign
Refine the moment before you descend from your throne
Define who owns it as humanity leaves you alone
Confine who clones it before it hijacks all of your homes
Incline to hone it before the Queen turns to stone
Perpetuate the intimate and sign up for the next sequel
Commiserate the consulate before human rights become the prequel
Eviscerate then integrate as you shout about it from the steeple
Amalgamate then consecrate the water for the people
Divide the notion of partial responsibility
Inside the ocean of martial comparability
Apply the lotion of spatial inter generational exclusivity
Collide the sojourns of musical improvisational proclivity
Allow your sorrow to rise up and purge from your system
Now you follow the size of your urge to demystify him
How tomorrow through the eyes of your words make you thin
Bow to the borrowed lies of the absurd man with a grin
What comprises the ultimate act of integrity?
Hot suprises to formulate the exacts of berevity
Not decided to promulgate the contraction of longevity
Of the insiders I consummate the protraction of the epiphany
The End Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz
The friends I value most are “built” like me.
By this, I mean they much enjoy friendship’s connectivity!
They also are transparent; their authentic selves shine through.
My best friends are thoughtful. To each other we stay true.
We commiserate with one another; we are always there
for each other in the good times and the bad (and my friends have flair!)
We understand each other well; disagreements are quite minor.
Cherished are my constant friends, for they could not be finer!
Of all my friends, there are but a few that qualify as best!
One such friend, a lovely poetic soul, at least fifteen years now I have known.
My senior and early mentor, she has stood time’s friendship test.
Lovely on the outside too, as an airline hostess, the friendly skies she’s flown!
June 17, 2018 for Carolyn Devonshire's Qualities You Admire in Friends Contest
The friend mentioned in last verse is Connie Marcum Wong!
Dance, Monkey, Dance!
Commiserate with the dearly departed
The dead stay dead
Consummate your marriage with anarchy
Dance, monkey, dance!
The media plays you like a fiddle
This life's damned little diddle
Surely there is solace in fear
Birth a scapegoat
While gods parade golden parachutes
Life is ugly
Death is beautiful
A foundation of futility
Every soldier dead
On foreign soil
Build a fence
To keep out the goats
To keep the sheep free
From impurities
Dance, monkey, dance!
Life's tune plays in your ear
Tuned out by words replaying in your mind
Just regurgitated thoughts
That aren't your own
Line the streets with gold
To watch the chaos unfold
Your child's soul was sold
By gratuitous gluttony
Commiserate with the nearly departed
The living could continue living
Consummate your marriage with your own thoughts
Don't be a dancing monkey!
Phone home.
Make things like they used to be
Playing cards til midnight
Laugh, talk, squawk, chips, dips,
having a fit
Over lost rounds
Listening to Dad
Expound on…
Doesn’t matter, he knew
Car tires or relationships
Expert on all subjects
Phone home
Let’s drink mimosas
Til 3 one afternoon
Then jump in the pool
Like fools we’ll
Synchronized swim
Phone home
And we’ll talk and talk and talk
And reminisce and commiserate
Cry and hug,
Bond, get back
to that space where we once were
Us.
But that’s not Us,
We don’t bend or kowtow
Stiff upper lips
Mouths zipped,
Broken hearts encrypted
Phone home.
Getting together with girlfriends entails,
Aside from the obvious – eating!
Discussions of life and the various ways
We fill time up that seems to be fleeting.
Of course, we compare all our upcoming trips
For our journeys are different and take us
Within the U.S. or across the big pond
Where no ship, car or plane would forsake us.
We cannot resist as we show off the kids,
For each one of our grands is amazing
And it’s lovely to share pics and videos as
We soak up the delight and the praising.
But the topic that overtakes most of our time
Is our health and the way it’s declining –
The aches and the pains and the doctors and tests;
We commiserate, kvetching** and whining.
As the years ratchet up, that’s the way that it goes,
There is sunshine but also much raining
So we laugh and we smile at how lucky we are
Though, of course, we leave room for complaining!
*tsuris - troubles or woes; aggravation
**complaining
The heavy curtain, refusing to be moved,
is slowly forced aside by those who understand
hidden scenes and private dialog
few audiences have experienced.
Inch by inch the rusty gromets
slide on the rough surface,
where oil has never been,
causing discomfort to tender ears.
She paid no money to sit in her chair
and watch the curtain reveal
what she already knew--
a kinship understood.
The scene was simple--
two daughters standing behind a woman
with a purse hanging from one arm,
while holding two confederate flags
and a sign of hate held over her head,
“ don't you wish you WERE WHITE,”
made her stomach-ache and teeth clench,
as anger of resistance freed itself from flimsy chains.
While the audience responds
with tears of empathy,
she refuses to acknowledge,
will not commiserate,
And immediately posts her feelings on social media,
“Hate comes in All colors,”
revealing a heart incapable of sympathy,
unwilling to give respect or show politeness.
I notice and cannot be silent
with civility dishonored
and pain unaddressed,
by callous and cold remarks
That create new wounds and larger scars.
With new vigor I write to avenge a wrong,
push back to help change gain a foothold
On the slippery slope of bias.