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Bull eve me (Adam, whether existence
fact or fiction),
his immediate legion heirs whole
heartedly partook
to regale no Joe king paternal prominence,
sans legendary, fraternity,
and consanguinity subsequently implemented
faux pas threatening Nittany Lions role
attested by this papa, a curmudgeon
resident of the North Pole
burrowed deep within tundra
necessitated drilling permafrost black hole
son, which boring task found me dissatisfied,
asper penultimate existential goal
thus, I decided to sell coal
to New Castle, transported
within loco motive conveyance
doubling up as fish bowl
decimated crossing Arctic
great barrier reef Atoll
lauded me with mouthy gift horses,
(one Mister Ed, adore
hubble hoof only high saddled
Equus caballus neighing boar)
feted me, a hay er raising chore
followed by Mister Barns Noble encore
generation standing ovation,
a deafening applause
resonated across the floor
then an electrifying speech
by (plan net fitness diehard) Albert Gore
describing raping, pillaging,
And looting dip lore
able incursions as heath n (moor
or less opprobrious upon poor
sacred Mother Nature
whimpering and softly doth roar
ring, now treated like a whore
telltale global devastation
impossible to ignore agog
pollution extant across
entire world wide web bog
gulls restorative legislation,
when offal debris doth clog
estuaries, where watersheds habitat
choking with despair,
thus imperative to grab hold collective
figurative (corny as this may seem) ear
cuz jackknifed, irreparable,
horrible gnashing fear
fully betokens catastrophic
environmental fractured glare
ring hooker impailment here
and everywhere.
*Image of A Fallen Smirk by DG.
Brace For Impact
Pillar of society, creme de la creme, important person,
one to be reckoned by indeed.
One who's untouched by palls, frails near a radiant ray
growing escorts doth proceed.
Voice of distinction whose speeches are unchallenged
by its assertion that's decreed.
Unphased episodes courses the agendas, a sequence
that discerns simper's precede.
A tempestuous dominance succeeds ominously, envy
malcontents opposition brews.
A reddish rosebud blossom pleasantly teases passing
precious sinless longing views.
Momentarily, likely hopefuls sufficed with promiscuity,
as castles are in the air amuse.
Tease now meets, precious turns valuable, the sinless
goes erringly, a longing peruse.
It's Victor Victoria all o'er again, contentious contempt
prompt convenient conveyance.
Spun wove a collaring, intrigues the unconscious prey
lifeline throbbings flit abeyance.
Reflections forfeited understanding, extending affairs
remaining heartfelt purveyance.
A cunning round effortlessly played a quagmire knew
a must to revisit the surveyance.
Gameplayers oriented with odds best strategy, ne'er
is an even field, someone loses.
The furnishings and ambiance, constant the unwary
yet, talented eyes espy cruises.
The vibrant and the figurative ignored the trappings
materializes oneness' enthuses.
Benumbed by skepticism facilitates a stirring, bestill
as mesmerizing coequals fuses.
Skulked fogs' ethereal coursing mauling hilltops full
as the penthouse lights dwindle.
Midst Aurora's wake a bliss wanes, as lights reclaim
the wilting as a mint thorn tingle.
The advent baffles confused as concealed cameras
videos live and reporters mingle.
Crushed stand, a ring falls, plays another team, not
alone, brace for impact, a kindle.
2022 June 22
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 12
~~Edward Ibeh: Judging 2022 July 01
My mind is stripped of crippling inhibitions
It rummages, unfettered with mundane thoughts
delving along beveled edges of a distorted mirror
as though it sees inside my sutured heart
In its scarred reflection is a sanguine painting
An original piece of bloody abstract art
In translucent shadows
shades of red interlace, light and dark
revealing with candid strokes
the sad validities of stresses in life
Paint drips in globules from my brush
bleeding onto a canvas of fleshly white
Emotions revealed with intense veracity
as the aureate sun fades, lost at dusk
I turn away from the glow of moonlight
Emotions unmasked, I've taken a stance
that allows me to paint a somatic portrait
Visions discovered while I sat in a trance...
ochre and crimson oils, sorrow runs black
Bloodletting hues whether in a painting
or in poetic lines of a caged poem, I trusted
would always remain closed... but
the rusted door has been flung wide open
Released is this motley conveyance titled,
"Live, If I Must"
* For my children - no one has touched my heart as deeply *
~
There ne'er were "perfect" parents -
We contend the best we can
Amidst our love's conveyance,
There remains no flawless plan.
We strive to keep our wee ones safe,
Hold their hearts until they've grown,
Yet advised we have to "let them go",
When they seek new lives, their own.
Their youth is gathered nigh to us,
Guided in our tightened clasp,
Too soon, they widen wings to fly,
And we must then loose our grasp.
But no matter what their journey,
Or the distance that may grow,
There's one sweet truth, enduring:
We will NEVER ... let them go.
Written on September 5, 2021
For the "The One Who Touched My Heart" Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh, Judge & Sponsor.
which words speak me as your's
might your imagination
make you think of me as
someone who loves you in resipitation
I speak of you as friend
but then what is spoken in private
you think is an conveyance of our togetherness
in categories i put men
then those of importance might collect
your words to be script
to be the foundation of such futurante togetherness
scholars speak not of dealing
those samplings of unfaithfulness
those belongings to make whole which is then parted
speak me in times were
you are with another
so the circle of completion might have us as friends
nothing more than lover
that i wish upon heaven
to be with another
might my mind wonder
you will be caught off guard
and those days of tomorrow
might make you father to our child
but as of now
I see tomorrow in the eyes
of someone else
A PASSAGE FROM mISTRESS cULTURG.. SHE SPEAKS TO rANKIE dEVOLANCE
( HE'S DISAPPOINTED)
" she speaks to the man who wishes to marry her: he only to hear that she wishes to be with someone else" FROM THE BOOK-DEVILS (HE MAKES WORDS THAT WE MIGHT HAVE SCRIPT)
WRITTEN BY FRUSTRANT DEITY
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Gather children, and hear this story, oh so sad,
which viewed, another way, might make you glad.
My mouth spoke harshly, or perhaps it was a blunder,
so, I turned it to a smile, and I sent it to "down under".
Indeed, I sent it on a mission to Australia,
and it told me with a toothy grin, "I will not fail 'ya".
I tell you this, because there are not many smiles,
known to travel almost eight-thousand miles.
I shed a tear, until cheerfully, it sang,
"Don't worry, I'll come back to you like a boomerang",
and off it went, without conveyance, or map to chart its course.
It had no train or plane or boat or bus or horse.
I shudder, as I think of the trouble it went through.
One day, I'll tell you all about the koala and kangaroo.
That's the story of the smile that started as a frown
and went down under to turn itself upside down.
Once wholly stripped
of its crippling inhibitions
a mind rummages, unfettered
beyond mundane thoughts
delving along beveled edges
of a pensively distorted mirror
as though it sees inside a heart
reflections in purest pigments
the genuine acumen of art
In deep translucent shadows
the artist interlaces light and dark
revealing with candid strokes
the truths and validities of life
Paint drips from his brush
onto a canvas of fleshly white
working with intense veracity
as morning sun becomes moonlight
With passion unmasked
he relies on blind intuition
and paints a somatic portrait
Visions found while in a trance
ochre and indigo, texture in black
bloodletting hues of crimson lust
An abstract of motley conveyance
he titled, "Into Life Man is Thrust"
We salute those members in the “True North Strong and Free”
who have written impressive poetic works to see.
Our friends north of the border have captivated us.
All their works should be considered truly fabulous!
They have demonstrated prolific ability
in their writings with descriptive crystal clarity.
In a diverse range of subjects found throughout the earth,
stimulating our emotions with sadness and mirth,
conveyance of quality can always be found.
They prove to be some of the nicest people around.
So we members here residing in America
are showing respect to those of you in Canada!
Wondering lonely like a hen
Lying hopeless in the lion's den
Enough that a reason not to dream
The face of the rusty gleam
Seizing the heavenly fate
To human mere dictate
That hang over often
Despite being well structured a plan
Dream! It is a cover
Dream a river may light an island
Dream a fountain run over
Not only on the mainland
Dream! Roses aren't occasional
Dream the mind set off the instance
Dream someone an everyday hope is Arsenal
Situations are the conveyance
Love is what all need
Love is not a need to plead
Love is set for a pure ever
It sees a huge future picture clearer
Lie is beautiful and half-raw
Lie is biased and narrow
Lie is a lift of gift gewgaw
Come more to separate admired morrow
Watch the cleave
In Eden once live mother of all
Turns a cheap eve
Grow and executes man's fall
But each day spent is a honour
To turn an absorber
For if not sometimes by the tough
No human emits genuine love
Nah it aint that
if you wanna be
real and all
you tell me to
call you on the telly
you never pick up
when I call
Change the definition
of Love
to yo' own conveyance
All that woman is
ricca monroe jazz
Dude tryna build
a relationship
ya'll say he either moving
too slow
or he moving to fast
You're still the one
the only one
top-me, number one
on toppa the stack
Don't you label me
as someone your
freinds can relate too
for real you know me better
than that
Your single freinds
act real strange
they use to smile
Said I wanna baby
now everythings changed
aint no tippin out
if you go you gone
your momma taught you
right from wrong
don'n me
to find another
I aint your freind
and I aint your other
We done vowed
our marrage bed