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There was a loud explosion, followed by shouts of glee
The rat-a-tat-tat of gunshot, was suddenly surrounding me
It was much to my horror that my husband bought the game
And to watch my boys playing it, nearly drove me insane.
They blew things up, they shot at them, and they loved every shot
“But it will warp their minds” I said, my husband said “It will not.”
He promised he would sit with them, but that’s cos he wanted to play
And he said he could drum into them that it is just a game that day.
I peered round the doorway, I watched him guide them through
They cheered, and laughed at gruesome bits, my husband cringed a bit too
But as they grew they learned, but I know this is not true of all
Mine are both big wimps, and even husband on seeing blood will fall.
They cannot stand needles, a paper cut makes them cry
They cannot watch the news, when there is death and destruction awry
So in all honesty I don’t agree with violence in video games at all
But I think it’s up to the parents to make the final call.
Children in days of old, shot each other with a home made stick gun
They made swords out of anything, and always fought to the death in fun.
Play has changed they are safer inside, the trouble now I think this is it
Is when they are left to their own devices and the videos are used just to baby-sit.
©3/01/2013
~GG~
Contest Entry
I want to be remembered
By the words that I write
I want my message to be heard
I pray someday that it might
I want my love to be felt
My heart to be told
These things are pondered
As my years grow old
I've never left my life to chance
Not under any circumstance
To run and hide will never be
I live my life for all to see
I love my children I love my wife
I'm proud to live this wonderful life
I'm against injustice I'm against all hate
"I am the master of my fate"
*Inspired by a line from William Ernest Henley*
"I am the master of my fate"
Famous poetic lines 2 Contest entry
“There’s a world where you’re my wife
And we live in this house on Kent Street
And enjoy a quiet life”
- Anna K Jacobs: Letting You Go
And we go to church on Sundays
Every week begins anew
And the priest says Sunday’s better
Cause his gospel sings the truth
I feel his words inside me calling
Begging to believe without proof
But there’s a feeling now that’s stronger
And it tells me it’s no use
I wish I could believe
I bet I could and still be me
I wish I could have faith
But I can't believe
What I can’t see face to face
I wish I could hear God
I could preach his word to all
He would speak and I’d nod
I’d give my sermons
And the churchgoers would applaud
Every bit of hate I’d block
Cause I’d know I had the thing
Most everyone dreamed of
The sky burst with swirling colorful gases of green, blue, magenta
and sprinkled with diamond like stars reflecting magnificent color upon lakes
and streams. Aurora Borealis the northern lights what an awesome, breaktaking
beauty. Crowned jewel of the earth's wonders. A beauty that I haven't seen in
person only in pictures or flashes across the screen in a movie. Movements like a
ballerina on stage those spectacular pastels on display like lovely clouds moving in the sunrise filled with delight..A rainbow of promise on parade with meteor showers passing in full speed ahead.
A crown jewel fit for the King
Sovereign Who will soon reign
Flashing lights to display His throne
He Who will destroy chains
The earth is the Lord's; all fulness
The world and they that dwell
He is the crown jewel of heaven
He loves even those that fell
He deserves a crown of beauty
He got one of tough thorns
Crown Him now with earth's full glory
Our worship Him adorn
Contest entry for the Haibun that isn't a true Haibun contest..
The earth is the LORD'S, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. Psalm 24:1
Poetry contests offer an inspiration frame,
where the competing poems get fairly judged,
get a place in the shared showcase.
It’s not to earn any literary accolade or fame,
for nobody is running a poetic race.
The contest entry is the choice of free will,
as there’s limitless options for the muse
to follow the sponsors’ edicts in plenty.
The bowl of beguiling erudite soup,
where the lyrical noodles wriggle,
poets stir with their magical wands of word,
turning it into an alluring pond
with the slithering reeds invisible.
The challenging urge of the fellow poets,
makes scholarly swimming contests abound.
Many participants with sailing aspirations
plunge in the uncharted waters of the pond,
and glide with the lyrical rhythm to win.
I haven’t yet learnt to swim well
in the deep waters of infinite imagination,
but the call of contest inspires me to take part.
As the ace swimmers win the arduous races,
I manage to keep afloat,
tangled in the tangible twigs of opinion,
spend the toughest time in the pond, learning.
T’will be his death of this he's sure
But for this sin there is no cure
All John did was to stand on guard
Now his family name forever marred.
As a child trained in the Protestant faith
Too late he had now seen his wraith
Converted to Catholicism and fervent too
Knowing never more to see morning dew
He trembled, weak and so close to death
Afraid now to take his known last breath
His bowels loose his spirit lost
Forehead bowed, fingers crossed.
He could almost feel the horse and rope
But knowing he now had no hope
Confessed he did as Guido Fawkes
These step were to be the last he walks
His genitals cut and then to be roasted
Bowels and heart, next to be toasted
‘John’ then ‘Guido’ now known as Guy
Did not want this way to die
Through accident or was it his plan
He climbed the ladder with his hangman
Did he jump or was it a mistake
As he fell and his own neck did break
The legacy for this man Guy
An effigy to be strung up high
Set on fire every November fifth
With explosive fireworks lit forthwith
No child he left to bear his name
But Guy Fawkes still hangs onto fame
To blow King James of Scotland high
For this act of treason thirteen did die
© GG 3/12/2013
Contest Entry: Happy Holiday
Wraith …own ghost.
Born without spot, all equal in God’s eye
Yet, on winds aloft, Envy’s cursed seed.
Hatred warms the bed where Evil will lie.
The fertile soil beguiles, rooting on the sly.
Black veils of mistrust tinting each good deed!
Born without spot, all equal in God’s eye.
Despair rides the rails without alibi
Gaining companions, divided by greed.
Hatred warms the bed where Evil will lie.
Privilege and fame, an Icarus sky
Blinds my soul, I turn from truth before me;
Born without spot, all equal in God’s eye.
Honor’s reward illusive, cry or try.
Bind me to my conscience, with chains I plead.
Hatred warms the bed where Evil will lie.
If submit we will, our death awaits neigh.
We will to Envy’s sour fruit concede.
Born without spot, all equal in God’s eye.
Hatred warms the bed where Evil will lie.
Contest Entry: A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Submitted: 4/29/21
Placing: 8th
Love's intentions cannot be expressed everyday
I am always blessed and hope you feel the same
Please ask if you ever need help along the way
We'll walk in step, pride can't lead us astray
The softness in your voice when I hear you say
You won't let your heart lead you too far away
Put some trust in me, I'm always going to stay
I need you to love me true or never in any way
I know I'll always feel you are never far away
Part of the adventure of our work and our play
Away from the sadness consuming each yesterday
No doubt I meant forever when I said I'll stay
About a past that had made misery on many days
I didn't allow myself to love you in every way
Will you love me even after all the yesterdays
I once ran away, now I'm asking if you'll stay
(Contest entry: "Monorhyme Madness")
Always be considerate, 'dude, despite' your ‘manly mieN'.
What do I mean by mien? It’s how you look - your imagE;
There is no way, a guy has to be a “rude or crude” felloW.
“Playing the fool, portraying cool” is ‘really rather ridiculouS'.
No one - family, girls, honchos - appreciates a show-ofF.
With “flair, dare to care” for others, being the 'humble herO',
giving ‘people points, putting’ them first. That is way cooleR.
Instead of ‘always achieving attention,’ by skillful plottinG,
‘turn thoughts, talk and tasks to’ focus on others, not yoU.
Females, gals, hearken, it’s true for all teens absolutelY.
Angle the spotlight ‘on others often' and find selflessnesS.
September 3, 2022
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name The A's Have It
This was an contest entry. Look for examples of 'alliteration', "internal rhyme", abc order and end letter acrostic in this piece.
Love is in air, as sparkle eyes cherish their meet
He sat at the beach leisurely painting the bay
Blues and purples he mixes with touches of gray
With melody of music, he dances his brushes along
Up out of story book tiptoes a beautiful lady in a tong
His heart skips a beat at the triple treat
She shaped her red fabric as she took a seat
It was a beautiful sunny day on her face
Everything about her was perfectly in place
What are you painting over there mister
Her voice, lying on a pillow, soft as a whisper
Oh, I'm a painting a beautiful picture of us
As he whited out his canvas with his brush
She smiled and liked his confidence and desire
He painted two hearts intertwined and on fire
She grabbed his hand for every rhyme and reason
Cupids arrow touches them both this valentine season
Angel dust replaces the sand at their feet
Love is in air, as sparkle eyes cherish their meet
The last line the couple joked, on their play on words
Off into the sunset they flew, like two lovebirds
connie pachecho
1/7/16
non contest entry