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From many connoisseurs, it has drawn mighty cheers.
This has earned the title of “The King of Beers”.
Drinkers have enjoyed its tasted for many years.
In numerous places, this beer is number one.
The flavorful brew has been rated second to none.
Where quality is concerned, it has established the benchmark.
A team of Clydesdale horses remains its trademark.
The company’s history is long and glorious.
The corporate headquarters is located in St. Louis.
Even during the brief period of prohibition,
the firm had never relinquished its top position.
Its status as an American beer is now in doubt.
To a Belgian company, they sold themselves out.
Critique can come in many potent forms
Through thought, word or deed - eventually
Possibly revealing sunshine through storms
Leaving hope to help cope, essentially
Connoisseurs of love may pray from the heart
For the chance to bring justice for a friend
Yet, who is to judge just what might outsmart
The one who simply intends to defend
Judge and jury might somehow be proved wrong
Time will always tell who is the best choice
In life’s song, there can be both weak and strong
Good, bad, happy and sad all have a voice
Judge not, lest ye be judged - honest and true
Still… all have a right they must live up to
JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
April 22, 2021
Flashes of lights, cameras and buzz,
Assembly of connoisseurs and fuss,
Stage is set for the show to begin,
Half whispered words circle in the din,
In come the girls in their new display,
On catwalk with a swing and a sway,
No expression on face, rigid gaze,
Silhouette of colours to amaze,
Half starved models chosen to parade,
One after one in a Cavalcade,
World of pretences, it’s a money game!
3rd placement
Written 14/04/2021
Line Gauthier sponsored
Any Acrostic 10 to 12lines on any topic
9 syllables each line 11 lines
A cool Autumn morning we caught the bus,off at eleven without much fuss.One
and half return from Croft to Leigh a birthday treat from Dad to me.Hopped on a tram to Burden park to see Stan Mathews make his mark.Through the turnstile into the town end,crushed and crammed like cattle penned.
Mathews, Mortenson versus Nathaniel Lofthouse,a match for connoisseurs to watch. Wembly star Stan playing on at thirty eight still making inch perfect
crosses on a plate. Shimmy,side-step,feint and dazzle,leaving the defenders in a
right frazzle. Our ageing hero displayed all his twinkling skills,the complete pro
without modern-day frills.Most pundits considered Stan an aged has-been but no better talent had ever been seen.
(8/17/12)
Always looking at the clock, wondering about the hour
Never stopping to smell the flowers.
There was a time that life was at a slower pace
Now it seems we’re always in a race.
The one thing that I know is that we don’t
Spend enough time to watch our children grow.
I saw my marriage failing because I was
Too busy running around ,as she looked at me
Without making a sound.
You can keep quite to a certain point in life
then she explodes , and it’s not very nice.
The closeness that you knew seems to be
Fading away -and with you she doesn’t want to stay
That is when you realize that your fires have to be rekindled
No ashes will you see - for this love will not be a faded love
In the books of history.
We then reaffirmed it in our minds
That this love would last for a very long time
And when our bodies became entwined
It was like sharing a bottle of wine.
We savored the juices as they flowed
For we had become connoisseurs
this much we know.
I started to smell the flowers as I did
In my younger years, as for losing my wife
I no longer have that fear.
SLOW DOWN AND SMELL THE FLOWERS !
SWISS CHEESE
The major connoisseurs of swiss cheese
as incredible as it may seem,
are not the Swiss basement rats.,
are the "voles" from the underground of the
politics....
THINKING OF BEING HAPPY
Just thinking of being happy, our hurried
friend tied the sorrows at the foot of the table,
he took a nap on the riverbed, and when
he woke up ... put his foot in the jackfruit, put
a jacket and went to party in heaven
mouth of the street ...
POLLUTION
The noise pollution is so intense,
the sound volume is so loud that
soon, soon, soon, soon there will be
queues of patients wanting to do
ear transplant ...
WEDDING
Marriage goes through several phases until
that comes to ending ... or not ...:
Initially marriage is a love movie.
Already at home living in two, it's drama ...
In the separation, it doesn't matter who is guilty,
it's either a comedy, or a horror movie ...!
Your luminescence and clouds from once before, My vision blurrs fine connoisseurs and hunger profits more…
Longing for belonging vain void of emptiness,
Shoulders back, head held high weighting heaviness.
Murky desperation; wish not to be a bother,
Stars twinkle right above us whilst
Mist below does hover.
These feelings are so haunting; sober, solemn , staid,
Lured by loves’ prison, glowered from the grave.
To seek to be a part of all
Here again- love serves,
Though effulgence with all brilliance
Yellowness reserves.
For twilight is obscure for magic must unmask,
mysterious allure perchance, perchance to last.
Our world it keeps on turning
For here that God does bless
We must be doing something right-
To wrap in yellowness.
A cool Autumn morning we caught the bus,off at eleven without much fuss.One
and half return from Croft to Leigh a birthday treat from Dad to me.Hopped on a
tram to Burden park to see Stan Mathews make his mark.Through the turnstile
into the town end,crushed and crammed like cattle penned.Mathews,Mortenson
versus Nathaniel Lofthouse,a match that connoisseurs could not
grouse.Wembly star Stan playing on at thirty eight still making inch perfect
crosses on a plate.Shimmy,side-step,feint and dazzle,leaving the defenders in a
right frazzle.Our ageing hero displayed all his twinkling skills,the complete pro
without modern-day frills.Most pundits considered Stan as aged has-been but no
better talent has ever been seen.
O’ I sea! Kaleidoscopes pageantry beige dew of specks of sands
Sun shines powerful midst the high day mass;
Mine eyes sees is a smooth and rounded pieces of glass;
Sparkled weathered and polished by the waters, waves and sand;
Mine eyes spies as it sees from the watery sea;
Distinguished smooth, rounded shapes,
Frosted surface texture, and unique color variations debris;
O’ I sea! The color of sea glass deepens none phosphate;
Also known as beach glass;
By the action of waves and sand;
It is a popular collectible beautiful catch;
And can be found on beaches all over the world lands;
"Genuine sea glass” Common colors include by lots;
Of white, brown, green, and blue, while rarer colors like red, orange,
And yellow are highly sought after by collector’s connoisseurs;
Tumbled in the ocean for years broken glass tumbled broken rounded pretty to the amateur
7/17/24
Sea Glass Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Aye, what a revolution in red and orange against the
venom of society and culture
With the flowers of right palm though a gesture of dance
in fact covers her tears
A story of blue tension and deep emotion in red flamenco
so flamboyantly executes the dancer
The crimson movement of the lyrical arms and torso
in sync with the guitar is awesome
Unique euphoria of exuberance in the swirl of a female figure
so provocative
What a dancing dream doing up the drawings of
the body on the fly
What a message of moons in mounds you convey
through the crafty curves
And each passing passion pulsates from prose to
poetry of muscles and bones
Eros encouraging us to transcend ourselves through
the journey of desire like a fountain
From brownish black towards the orange flames
on the comely conical mountains
And the warmly amber valley as it mingles with the
flames from the dancing spark
Blackens darkens and then harkens at joyous response
of mesmerized connoisseurs
Deepens the dense dance still further by generating
romantic proposition in her gestures
Unstoppable time hypnotized to stop for a moment to
stand and see how infinity can dance
Time itself in much ado on the long neck of
reddening movement
Aye, you dancing fire spreading your oranges everywhere
from Andalusia to Madrid
And then all over the globe amazing you me and all
in modern style of elegant gestures
Sliding the shoulder blades down the back and thus
the chest held proudly
Inviting inquisitive attention to read the poems
up to the chin and down the tall back
Closing the eye for a few seconds we see in awe our fertile
dear earth in a dance of rebellion
The earthy and raw in a fascinating gesture of life
we do need to feel so much
That while in the midst of viewing what you interpret
we too get merged in the dancing colour
Aha! What a phenomenon
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September 23, 2017
For the contest:Poems that paint a picture 3
Hosted by: Silent One