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You want to know what annoyeth me? Let me count the ways!
I could weave a veritable tapestry of all my aggravations, mostly in
light and deep crimson hues which signify the violence in my Heart.
Easily I could write a novel that reads like a laundry list of everything that
vex me to no fathomable End.
Pretentiousness, which is the ultimate Sin of Sins, maddens me more
than mere meager words can describe or accurately articulate. An example, perhaps?
Someone who claims to be a better poet than Shakespeare! Such heinous poetic heresy and blatant blasphemy! ONE WORD: HA!
Let's see...what else? Oh, how I loath- despise! an unannounced and
unexpected visitor, a "knock, knock" that sends shivers, like shards of glass,
down my disturbed spine. Yes, I know all about Jesus. No, I don't want to come to your church but I'll smile, be polite and friendly as I decline the invitation, then send you off on your merry way to pester someone else with your nonsense and throw your "literature" in the trash. I wish I lived in an impregnable fortress surrounded by a moat and guarded by ten-thousand Pinkerton Guards. They never sleep.
Driving, what a bedeviling task! Anyone remember the old video game "Spy Hunter" where your vehicle was equipped with bombs and lasers and such? How I wish my car had a machine gun or rocket-launcher turret to get everyone out of my way! Going too slow? KABOOM! Didn't use your turn signal? Ratta-tat-tat-tat-tat-t-a-t-t...-a...-t. So long, buster!
Bad hair-do's are ALMOST as sinful and unforgivable as pretentiousness. I cannot abide a bad hair-do. It's a good thing I'm not a socio/psychopathic autocrat or I would have anyone with an offensive coif shot on sight. When I was in school and big, poofy Aqua-Net shellac soaked , giant crunchy big bangs were all the rage, I took great delight in smashing those immense, granite-like monstrous and monumental mega-pompadours. Some of those do's were hard as bricks, like they were surrounded and protected by some kind of hair force-field. I demolished many a poof in my youth!
This diatribe is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. I could on and on and on and on and on and on...but I'll trail off here...
*What Annoys You Contest Entry*
JustThatArchaicPoet
So many needs; So many hungry; So many homeless; So many good endeavors; So many requests for help; So many fraud-based endeavors.
But what more can I do? And who do I help, and how? Who do you dismiss, and why? Do we dare say 'No' to every phone call? No way can we say 'yes' to every request. Must I also respond to other charities as well? But I already channel my giving through my church. I know not what course others may or may not take; nor do I know how others should or should not respond. But not long ago, I found a fulfilling way that works for me.
For a good while, I was asking myself, "What can they do with so little when their need is so great? Will they appreciate my little gift or will they look down on me?" I felt better when a 'Thank you' letter came to me a few weeks ago. It read, "Your generous gift of $1 in December 2017 to ..... will help continue the lifesaving care for children like 9-year old ...."
I must share with you in condensed form the reason for that letter which came from one of at least about six different organizations that I support with $1 per month. I am so very excited about the new personal missions endeavor that God placed on my heart more than a year ago. So many well-meaning charities are constantly asking for money, and for a long time, I simply said "No, I'm sorry. I give to my church and that's about all I can do". But one day I sensed that a still small voice was speaking to me that said, "You can send each organization $1 each month that they send you a letter requesting a donation. I said "Yes" to that voice that I believe was God's voice. He showed me how to do a little bit more than I was already doing, and I am a much richer man for having done so.
060521PSCtest(2nd contest entry), $ Poetry Contest, Anthony Biaanco
02132018 FB PS Contest, Your Favorite Poem Written In February, Laura Loo
If deserted, was I, on an island, and was allowed only three integral items to take with me, what would they be?
If we are speaking of material things, I suppose I would take my favorite book in the whole world, "Ask Dr. Mueller" by Cookie Mueller. It is a book I cherish, and can read perpetually because it's just that good.
If, by some strange coincidence, there happened to electricity on the island, and an old, abandoned, yet functional CD player just so happened to be found, then I would want my favorite album in the world with me: "Live Through This" by Hole. I worship Courtney Love and her music. She is a grunge Goddess to me. I love every song on that album.
If pen and paper could magically count as just one item, then I would take mountains of paper and a plethora of pens so I could record everything and continue writing poetry while hoping to be rescued.
My acoustic Gibson Epiphone means the world to me; I cannot imagine not having it with me. I know how to play all the songs off "Live Through This", so perhaps I would choose my guitar instead; that way I can still enjoy those songs as I still compose more of my own; that makes sense, right?
If, by Divine Intervention, there was an abandoned, yet functional TV and DVD player, I would have to consider taking all seven seasons of "The Golden Girls"; I don't think I could survive without the Golden Girls; it's my favorite show ever. And also all of the "Star Wars" movies; those I cherish, too.
And also, since I am an addict/alcoholic, I would want to take tons of pills, whisky and Cola with me; I'm sure I could not survive without those.
I understand that perhaps people or pets may not be considered as "items", but if I could choose among them, well, I would have to take my loving partner, my best friend of twenty years and my two dogs, Sammy and Bilbo, and my three kitties: Marley, Archie and Punky (of course I count them all as one because I like to break the rules).
Since there are so many things I do not think I can live without, it's an impossible decision. But these are my considerations, nonetheless.
*What Would You Take Contest Entry
10-11-13
Entry submitted in honor of - Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Rain, The Story 3/3
Her horse Past, wished that she should be with her new love,
So that, Rain may find a new loving companion,
To complete her future journey with a new experience,
In the world of love, happiness, joys and even pains too, but
Rain should try not to live any more,
In the world of fake happiness and alluring illusions,
Created by her horses Future and Past.
Her horse Past was happy to see, in the eyes of his friend Rain,
The seeds of a self made future and hopes to find a new life of love.
Rain looked in the eyes of her other horse Future and
Found the same message, as she had seen on the face of Past,
She knew that if she would look into the eyes of Future,
Horse Future would show, the glimpse of her new love to Rain, with whom
Rain may go ahead further in her life, but,
She made up her mind not to look into,
The enchanting eyes of her horses Past and Future,
Until she can live on herself, for building her new fate for her and a new future.
She was more confident now and looked towards the rising Sun,
As the Sun was inviting her to keep walking,
With confidence and smile to face and make her new destiny.
Rain kissed her best friends Past and Future and told them that,
She would not be asking them to show, her past or future again,
As she was now full of confidence, to face any situation,
For building her own fortune and future,
However, she would like them to be with her, as her best friends forever.
The charming and lovely Rain,
Now blessed with a new life of confidence,
Moved ahead with her two beautiful horses,
To face the life, in its true colors on her own,
Without fearing the risks of the future and
Caring for the dread of past.
Thus started the new journey of fairy like beautiful Rain,
In search of her love and adventures…
Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th Dec. 2010
Contest entry: For this contest only
Contest Name: Rain, The Story
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written by: Ravindra K Kapoor
- Contest Entry -
There can be only one in my mind,
Impressing my every thought into the service of your image,
I experience your beauty a thousand times a day even when you’re absent from me,
I can conjure no other, my bladed mind full with focus, cuts deep into your vision,
Bringing to the surface, you and your eyes, you and your face, you and your body.....
My own dreams are lost to me, for you have them sheathed away securely
like cold, sharp, steel inside wood,
You have taken my mind as my head comes away from its place of rest,
I collapse into my imageries of you, as I succumb to your mental onslaught, I hear
softly....
"...There can be only one”...in my heart,
Only one tenant of my affection, a world of feelings once thrived within its confines,
Some weak, some immensely strong, while others –immortal, so entrenched, now look only to subsist,
You waged war within my heart, fierce engagements, desperate clashes,
Battling inside to destroy all that exist, vanquishing the old champions who once dominated my center,
Parrying my insecurities, beheading my impurities, you advance my heart’s sincerity,
alas, you entered as violent force, but you are the prize my heart was promised,
In the fray, I struggle, barely able to retain loving feelings of kinship and close friends,
As you fight, savagely and tirelessly, your battle cry of love echoes throughout the catacombs, as you exclaim mercilessly....
“...There Can Be Only One”...in my life,
I have only one life, and I want it with you,
You clouded my faculties and robbed my feelings of their existence,
You’ve conquered my state, compelling my capitulation, my sword to you I now offer,
My campaign is finished, I want my life in your hands, as you lead it from low valleys to higher heights, in the lush green solace of the highlands,
The gathering of the once many is no more, you are all I see, I can have no other,
I don’t live in immortality, but I offer love that can endure everything and dwell in nothingness when all else has ended,
I live but once, and for my duration, there can be....
Only one
Contest entry:
Forms: Sonnet (a,b,a,b) (c,d,c,d) (e,f,e,f) (g,g)
Three stanzas and a couplet(a summary) ..
Ten syllables per line
You may search and find a saying to inspire you please
include the quote on your work..
Please use_ A Penny For Your Thoughts as your title..
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A Penny For Your Thoughts
Father said, son listen to that church bell
Life just may beat you into submission
Or drag you deep into a living hell
To avoid that seek truth as your mission
Sound of truth rings so very loud and clear
Let goodness be your greatest living guide
On that path the Light casts away all fear
Your love and deeds you will not have to hide
Son asks, dad how can I always be sure
Will there not be days of terrible doubt
My son, live your life seeking to be pure
Then his love you will never be without
Tis' the courage to continue that counts
In this race , best we use our finest mounts
Robert J. Lindley, 03-14-2015
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Nationality: English
Type: Statesman
Born: November 30, 1874
Died: January 24, 1965
"Success is not final, failure is
not fatal: it is the courage to
continue that counts."
Winston Churchill
My quote chosen comes from the famous and brilliant
quote from the epically great Sir Winston Churchill.
I had to slightly rephrase the quote to meet the ten syllable
requirement of the sonnet form used.
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Strikes me that the deepest thought we can ever have is this....
Where do we go after this life ends and how do we find that path?
My poem gives the answer that so many reject...
I watched the magic as the puppets dance
Their fingers moved, I was in a trance
The puppets danced on little strings of wire
From lifeless forms upon the floor
To dancing puppets we adore
The magic as his fingers were on fire
As though on fire
On strings of wire
As though on fire
On strings of wire
The master puppeteer did see
He could make you dance with me
Each wire he pulled each heart he lulled, he had power
Marionettes as though made of wood
He made us all look so good
We danced to the tune he played over by the hour.....
We looked so good
Made of wood
We looked so good
Made of wood
What the puppeteer didn’t see
Was that we were real just like he
Dancing to his merry tune but real flesh and blood
He pulled his strings to tug at our parts
By pulling strings he tugged at our hearts
But still he made us dance so good
Not made from wood
But look so good
Not made from wood
But look so good
We don’t have wire and strings on our knees
But the master puppeteer we please
But if we don’t want to dance the dance he’s playing for us
If we don’t want to dance his way
He twist’s and pulls at our minds that day
We want to leave if and when we want and without the fuss
We don’t want to dance
We want the chance
We don’t want to dance
We want the chance.
We cut our strings we will not dance
The puppeteer takes his stance
But of his puppets he has lost control
We refuse to dance in his way
We have minds of our own we say
So the puppeteer can’t take our very soul
Can’t take our soul
With no control
Can’t take our soul
With no control
Maybe that’s why we have free will
To choose the way for good or ill
That way we can each keep the power
So when we’re given the chance to live
The chance to love the chance to give
Take it and that why life never turns soul
We have the power
Life’s not sour
We have the power
Life’s not sour
~GG~© 18/01/2013
Contest Entry for Franks Contest. Words To the Leonard Cohen Song Hallelujah
My inspiration came from my poem 'Watch the Puppets Dance' I hate to feel manipulated.
I must say that it doesn't get more real than this. When I saw the contest title, Attitude Of Gratitude,
I expected to enter it, but did not know when or what approach I would take. Then came Saturday night at a worship
service at our church. I don't even know if this approach is a good one for the contest, because I had been thinking of 'things more specific'
for which to be grateful. I was even tossed over whether it should be an expression of gratefulness to God or some individual act toward myself.
Anyway, today when I debated about the contest, I thought about a worship experience on Saturday night. That's when I decided to share that experience in this contest entry. After about 10 minutes of worship, a song began entitled, "Your Goodness Is Running After Me''. It's not every worship song that arrests and captures me. Once in a while, for me anyway, a song will fill my soul with music and words that overwhelm me and melt my heart to tears.
In this case, I was enthralled by the song and I could not cease from weeping as my mind took me back over the many years of experiencing God's goodness. I wanted to fall prostrate to the floor in honor and gratitude to God but did not, so as not to distract others in their worship.
In my tunnel of time, any bad experiences from people or circumstances were frail in comparison to the richness of God's goodness. And on Saturday night, my soul was showered with the thrill of God's Goodness running after me.
083120PSCtest, Attitude Of Gratitude, Francine Roberts
One day, I decided I will beat Tom and be the first one to congratulate Potd poet. I kept my eyes on Potd screen, refreshing again and again. After a long time, I finally found who had got Potd. I clicked on poem title to be the first one to wish. Much to my dismay, Tom had already wished.
I realized I can't beat the expert
Next day I thought I will write ten poems. If Caren can do it, why not me? With 11 poems, I can even beat her. I sat searching for topics, finally found one. It took me one hour to write that poem. I was out of ideas, housework was calling me. I decided to quit.
I realized I can't beat the expert
Yet another day I thought I will write a funny Limerick like Jan, Tom and many others. If they can do it, so can I. I thought and thought but no joke would come to mind. Whatever I wrote, my son dismissed as not funny. Finally after many attempts he said, Mom it is not your cup of tea.
I realized it is not easy to be funny.
Yet another day I though I will beat Regina McIntosh by writing an awesome contest poem before her. I sat with a pen and paper, thoughts would not come. Whatever ideas came were not so good. After few hours, I gave up. By that time she has posted her prize winning contest entry
I realized I can't beat the expert
One day I though, I will write a sonnet. If Andrea can do it, why not me? It will be smooth flowing and awesome like her sonnets. I sat with Rhyme Zone and How many syllables on. When rhyme was in place, syllables went haywire. When syllables were perfect, it would not rhyme. It seemed like mission impossible. I gave up.
I realized it is not easy to write a sonnet. Certain tasks are best not attempted.
So here I am writing what comes naturally to me. Yes, it is free verse written in simple language
We have many experts out here, each with a unique talent which no one can replace. We are all unique in our own way.
As you write poems remember, your poetry has something special which no one can take away.
Two days ago, the curbside stack of trash was shaping up.
The maximum size of 4W x 8L x 4H was just about done.
About this time, a friendly homeless man suddenly showed up.
He walked toward me and said, "I just lost my apartment".
He said his name was Sky, and I thought, "How interesting".
I offered him food, called a Mercy Pact, that I keep in my car.
He was grateful, but noticed two lawn mowers out back.
Yes, he was a little challenged but of adequate intelligence.
He knew that I was cleaning out the trash, but not that I was moving.
He wanted to look at the lawn mowers. So, I allowed him to investigate.
I offered him the older smaller green mower that ran well, but his eyes
and heart were set on the larger red and newer one that needed a part
and did not run. He kept trying to make the red one run but to no avail.
I suggested the part it probably needed and gave it to him and put $7 in
his hand. With food, a warm blanket I also gave him, a lawn mower, and a few dollars, Sky then departed. He was very happy and said that I made his day. I tell you; Sky made my day.
Everything I did was an effort to demonstrate the love of God, to lead him
to the knowledge of Jesus Christ as his savior. With words yes, but words
accompanied by deeds.
Before he left, I informed Sky that 'our meeting was no accident but a Divine Appointment'. I encouraged Sky and prayed with him. Among other things, I remember praying that God would resurrect Sky to a new life and allow good things to happen to him. My last words to Sky? "God loves you".
010722PSCtest, A Strand (1047), Brian Strand
2nd contest entry: 081322, Your Second Chance 1ST Poetry Contest
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