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I woke up on Monday morning and I was in a terrible mess
My cat was caught behind the boiler and in deep distress
She was mewing loudly in an absurd and irritable way
I should call an engineer, but I have no money to pay
Thinking on my feet I came up with an excellent plan
Dan is my next door neighbour and an admirable man
He’s got a gorgeous golden tan, he’s a guy I could fall for
Plucking up courage I went to knock on his front door
I explained my predicament and he kindly said that he’d drop by
Maybe he likes me as I’m sure I saw the iris dilate in his eye
I said I would appreciate his help if he could come over
Hopefully he could rescue my little cat, her name is Clover
Dan arrived quickly and grabbed poor Clover by the tail
Her tail has kink in it, and she emits a dreadful wail!
Dan wouldn’t take an iota of cash to free Clover from her ordeal
But he was really genial when I offered to cook him a nice meal
His generous help with Clover had saved me from a costly bill
Just to be in Dan’s company would give me such a thrill
Dan was so thoughtful and gave me some lovely orange flowers
The time passed by so quickly we talked for many hours
In fact if truth be told Dan never left my house that night
I had to order Clover to make herself scarce until daylight!
Words to include are:- Absurd, appreciate, admirable, cat, caught, costly
emits, engineer, excellent,golden, generous, genial
iris, iota, irritable,kindly, knock, kink,orange, over, order
Time taken to write poem 1 hour 12 minutes
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07~03~16
It swept across our world at the start of this year
An invisible enemy that brought with it great fear
My government was concerned about the economy
And let this merciless virus invade my country.
They said “let’s build resistance with herd immunity “
And like wildfire it spread throughout the community
"We'll take it on the chin" Boris Johnson said
A costly failure now thirty two thousand are dead
And our brave health workers on the front line
Told if they wash their hands everything will be fine
They cried out for protective equipment endlessly
For many it came too late and they died needlessly.
I'm amazed and so angry that they acted slowly
It was all over the news; how did they not see?
Questions will be asked when this pandemic is over
Those in power will be squirming as they run for cover.
England now has a death rate higher than Italy
They could have locked down sooner preventing tragedy
We're guided by the science they continued to say
While people with common sense looked on in dismay.
The beautiful world that I once knew has now been lost
To get to where we were before will come at a great cost
Many families will struggle to make ends meet
While our leader lives it up at his country retreat.
The government's mistakes will be paid for in high tax
There will be an inquiry that will say they were lax
Of course they will deny it and through their teeth lie
Avoiding questions as to why the death toll was so high.
When this pandemic is finally over I know where I'll be
I'll be making up for lost time spending it with family.
I'm so grateful too, that all my family are still alive
But mournful of those poor souls that didn't survive.
Written on the 6th May 2020.
For, In Times Like These Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Silent One.
Some are called to preach or teach
Others, those in need they reach.
A few, great eloquence of speech,
One, is holy, none can breach.
Some are called to full surrender
Others, sacrifice is rendered.
A few, a costly price is tendered
One, to me, gives love its splendor.
Some are called to lead a nation
Others, serve a single station.
A few, know God in low prostration
One, gives mercy full translation.
Some are called to fatherhood
Others, to a common good.
A few, His grace is understood
One, fulfills as none else could.
Some skim the fringe of sacrifice
Others, feel the edges slice.
A few, the severance of a life
One, for you, paid sin's price.
Born to;
Born to rule
Born to die
Born to live
Born to cry
Born to reap
Born to sow
Born to watch everybody grow
Born to see
Born to be blinded
Born to live free
Born to live confined
Born to be sheep
Born to be slaughtered
Born to cry wolf
Born to be martyred
Born to be experimented on
Born to be told not to go outside
Born to become vitamin deficient
Born to grow sick
Born to go to the hospital
Born to be diagnosed a hoax
Born to be injected with poison
Born to be silenced
Born to be cultivated like numbers
Born to be put into concentration camps
Born to be told we’re not human
Born to fall victim of legal genocide
Born to stay quiet
Born to be told not to rise up
Born to be threatened prison, will be for those whom have a voice
Born to sleep weary
Born to grow tired
Born to become vengeful
Born to hate the corrupt
Born to condemn the elite
Born to realize we were lied to
Born to understand we are the product
Born to know the product is costly
Born to wake up to the idea that evil is apparent
Born to love but learn to hate
Born to know that Politian's never actually debate
Born to know this is all a lie. If you still think this is about a virus, then the wolf will eat you alive.
Depression is a coat I wear constantly now
It used to hang in the closet now and then
I’d take it out to see if it fits and put it back
Its drab colors are enticing when I’m bare
I’d take it off misbelieving I still could
It was too costly to wear all the time
After what I’ve been through the size fits
Now, I can’t make the coat unzip
I see others in the spotlight strutting bare
With a coat on I swelter in joy’s lamp
I used to say just in case it pours inside
Then I'd run to the closet like a model
But, it's now knitted in skin in any weather
Now I know I'll wear it for my open casket
Its corduroy will no longer shroud my joys
Its diagnosis will be unsewn then
Even with no rain, I am bundled up
The soggy jacket knows me too well
It has stitched itself into my persona
It repels me from happiness at times
With no choice, I’ll act presentable
It never disappoints despite catcalls
That coat that never falls on the runway
So, I’ll make depression a fashion show
At some point, you left the nest
It might not necessarily have been the best starting point
It's all part of the test, if it's even a test
Those people plan to keep you in debt
until your death
Even then, they harass your people
Can't even die for free in the land of the free
Bossing up is the only way to afford the fee
And that isn't easy when you come from nothing
Some people are born with silver spoons, fortunately
If you aren't part of the THEM's
Then you're part of the ME's
Better cross your I's and dot your T's
Mistakes don't go over so cordially
They also say love doesn't cost a thing
When in reality it's the most costly
Like most men, you won't know what it's cost me
That's why our hearts are coated in frosting
That's part of how our stories end
Here's a glimpse of the start
Before we're even born, our parents had the choice to abort us
Based on selfish reasons, or not having the means to support us
Make it to birth, that's when they start to extort us
The Census Bureau is the agency to which they report us
The debts are already owed before school starts
While there, by our aptitudes, they sort us
Into social circles afforded by our parents' dues
Hopefully, society's taunting doesn't lead you to ending it too soon
After school, our kids exhaustedly choose
A job or career that is mentally and physically daunting
I spent so much time as a kid thinking about adulthood
That when that time comes, our childhood is haunting
Cog's in a machine
Before we know, free will is a real thing
They cast out their line
never knowing what their reel will bring
But they have a clue
Death is our only freedom
lives spent affording fortitude
It's been quite apparent that our freedom's overdue
“Let not mercy and truth forsake thee: bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart: So shalt thou find favour and good understanding in the sight of God and man.”
Proverbs 3:3-4 of the King James Bible
Let's optimize deeds of lovable memories
Wondrously marked by heavenly favoured victories
Experiences reminiscing awesome stories
Captured by entries in diaries.
Let’s enjoy God-granted lovable moments
Along with thanksgiving engagements
Breath of life for celebration fulfillments
Against gloomy sentiments and stress-causing predicaments.
Let’s plunge into lovable exhilaration blissfully
Since air from the Creator we inhale freely
While gasping may be done leisurely
Aware that oxygen in the hospital is costly.
Let’s take a walk during lovable mornings, feeling blest
Praising the Lord for well-being zest
Midst great exercise to the fullest
Serving as work-out pleasure, oh best.
Let’s welcome lovable breeze, refreshing every time
Meeting the Saviour in meditation sublime
Toward reinvigorating faith-climb
Filled with divine rejuvenation-chime.
Let’s bask in the lovable day of hope’s certainty
Fellowshipping with our soul Lover, the Almighty
There on the altar of devotional serenity
Within sweet communion-security.
Let’s have lovable relaxation against being anxious
Providing rest from pressures so torturous
As short breaks the Master gives, evidently gracious
Prepping toward another trek that's victorious.
Let’s indulge in lovable poem writing ecstasy
Enhancing creative prowess-potency
Verily a worthy pursuit of challenging fervency
To expose the Sovereign of His compassion and mercy.
Let’s continue to cherish lovable endearing friendship
Delighting family, home and relative-kinship
Around harmonious vibrant relationship
Tied to Christ Whom we exalt in our worship.
March 16, 2023
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - 'L' Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/17/2023.
THE CARE OF A ROSE
(A Crash Course)
Lesson One
(Undone)
Today we begin
Not a sin
Not to know
Roses grow
(Who will sow?)
*
A knot
A vine
A pass
In time
(Who will go?)
It starts with a clip
A nip in the bud
Careless or
Cautious
In the make
For a tug
On a heart
On a tell
For a cupid
(Oh well)
The rose has a mention
A moment in time
For a sorry
(A say)
In a reason
(Not rhyme)
In a lesson
A level
Of a sweet
For a now
In an always
An after
For a day dear
With how
(Who will know?)
~
It blossoms
In basking
In a touch
By a sun
Met with
A maybe
For a moment
In mean much
And done
*
It’s easy
The clear just
A day with
A dawn
For a next
With a now
In the know
For a gone
(Who will sow?)
~
It’s never
And nearer
With a make
On a string
Like a heart of
A hero with
A ribbon to bring
~
In a take
On a stance
The lesson
(A glance)
Like leaving
It brings back
A costly of
A due
Like a mist
In the morning
To bring back
A few
°
So Listen
The wonder is
A view for
A straight
The answers
(Past questions)
For the thorn
Of no fate
The whether
The tether
The fit for
The clue
At bring back
A blossom
For a dear
(As in new)
The orders
The border
The bring back
So clear
The roses
The reasons
The care for
A near
~
At meaning
At margins
For a see with
A sow
(Who will know?)
The fragrance
The day spent
And gone
LESSON TWO
(For a few)
The lessons
Like leaving
Past the last
Of a reason
No rhythm
Or rhyme
(Alas)
~
The sorrows
The silly
The heart with
A flame
The sowing
The knowing
By remember
(A name)
The always
The ally
The sprout
Or a spur
The nearer
The clearer
For a rose next
To her
For B-
June
2016
Is it the arrow while in its flight?
That determines what is in its sight?
More likely the archer, with steady aim.
Shot not to kill, but to hurt and to maim.
At last, he’ll release his final revenge.
It’s not his choice, the flight to abate,
The target chosen as if by fate.
The arrow its damage, it will do.
The deed is done, the archer is through.
Now he can stop his honor less binge.
Revenge was not the ultimate cure,
For all the pain he had to endure.
A forgiveness path should have been taken,
A better path, be not mistaken.
Love enters in to act as a hinge.
Opening the door to understanding,
Knowledge enters and is expanding.
Two people beginning to comprehend,
Like a willow tree, they too can bend.
They begin to see hope on the fringe.
In death truth is told, the final sting.
The voice of justice begins to sing.
Those not able to make the right choice,
Understand their error from the voice.
All are harmed when the choice is revenge.
Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
The difference between, the Concord or a Jet Plane
The Republican or the Democrats,
White lies or some faker boldfaces fibbers
The donkey audible or the gold $$$ signs
Each of them has his or hers agenda to threaten small businesses
Like our MA & Pa's Country Stores
What is next to give city contract to street whores?
You stole from poor and you gave to the rich
how unfortunate:
investing billions of dollars into useless political funds
let wait and see which canidiate is going to get the job done
To send a man to the moon is costly
taking care of a homeless shelter is leisure: and tax deductible
However, giving millions dollars companies a hefty tax break:
not so sensible.
Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
How is the weather outside, it is raining? Sunny or simply gloomy
Because I guarantee one day someone is going to sue me.
Either for libel or slander
Or just for being a party pooper: Like our famous America future
Sarah P
Please don’t anybody ask me to decide anything.
because my views on world politics is shilly-shally.