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After a long period of time, there was an awful stench in the garage.
After ceaseless investigations, we were clueless of the origin of stink.
It smelt like dead mice, but there was no sign of any.
It smelt like gas, and we feared there might be a leak.
The Gas Utility came out; but found no sign of leakage.
Though we felt safer, I worried as the smell grew worse.
Some time ago, we discontinued using our second vehicle.
After some time, one day I pushed the vehicle into the driveway.
I do not remember the reason I moved it;
but it had nothing to do with the odor.
The vehicle was a very popular one;
The best selling SUV at one time.
We also grew older and decided that one vehicle would suffice.
So we dropped the insurance, ‘non-opted it’, and parked it in the garage.
Currently, it’s still a good and desirable vehicle.
But it was the choice of my wife; not mine
Notwithstanding, I was surprisingly pleased with it.
It became aged and began to wear with costly repairs.
One day I walked past the SUV as it sat in the driveway.
You guessed it. I smelt the same stink that was inside the garage.
The riddle was solved; the mystery was resolved; I found Mr. Stink.
He was in the radiator; I flushed and ran him out; he was forever gone.
09242016 PS Contest, Stink, Anthony Slausen
Christmas Rebels
It was about a weak
After that night walk
The unknown dangers,
Made known, turned me weak,
I was managing myself,
After my heart was pulled,
From where it sank,
I was yet in the oven,
Of my haven,
To dry up the coldness,
And the wetness,
Of that fearful night loneliness,
Today is Christmas,
The whole mass,
Was joyous,
Every home, glorious,
Meat was plenteous,
Rice and beans.
Was every homes means,
Children bouncing in,
New goat skin jackets,
Mother’s dressed in costly
Beads and all the way,
Father leads.
For Christmas had taking over,
Taking over the African Shrine,
It supplied a joyous sunshine.
Our pockets were full of cowries,
Like a goldmine,
Happiness was mine,
For the usual war seemed
To be hidden, and our teethes where like,
“Forever opened”.
Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas.
Providing joy each time it surface,
But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon.
Christmas night came, so we visited
Our beds as night rang it’s bell,
(To be continued in the next, same Poem).
Is a person just man, woman or child?
Is not each person a costly treasure?
Should definition of person so mild?
Should not it exceed the common measure?
Person is living-human, could I say?
A precise character of life-drama,
With rise-fall amalgam fully alive,
Physique and psyche perform perfect play;
Soul enacts, sometimes, dull melodrama;
All-in-one cell, exuberantly thrive...!
Like molded pitcher is blend of the earth,
Person is a soul-mind-body mixture;
Through a magnanimously vibrant birth,
Divinity has made human fixture;
Oh! The persona form and appearance,
Entity with earth-ethereal mold,
Isn not each person an institution?
Pure self flowing in flawless coherence,
In thoughts and words perpetually bold,
Each person is - cosmic constitution...!
Person is an encyclopedia,
Composite of characteristics core;
Chameleon-like! Changes media!
Consciously, often, goodness does ignore;
Fierce, fiery, fervid, fervent, fertile, free,
Compassionate, care-filled, charismatic,
Person is heavenly! Angelical!
Divine dictum the person does agree,
Howsoever inwardly phlegmatic,
Wisdom and knowledge, within, helical...!!!
30 April 2022
Form O- Ode- New poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Person
Blue skies and sun
blue skies and sun
blue skies and sun
constant, only a few
thin wispy clouds
and heat heat heat
sizzling, shimmering
on pavement
mirage of water
fooling the eye
pulsing, radiating
drought
parched, dusty soil
thirsting for life-giving water
plant roots shrivel unseen
stalks and leaves wilt
costly irrigation failing
to keep up
with the heat the heat
over-arching constant sun
scorching burning
crop yields shrinking
day by day, nothing to do
but pray.
True Solitude
Days disappear in never ending solitude
No rest for the wicked the night calls me
But I do not seek approval of the multitude
A few choice things have I always perused
Only ideals will be able to set my soul free
Days disappear in never ending solitude
A reckless course abandoned, now ensued
No it's not a cry for help, not even a plea
But I do not seek approval of the multitude
Looking now the words seem somewhat rude
Not the intention at all, but who will truly see
Days disappear in never ending solitude
Seeing my life now I have become quiet crude
A very costly price for that brief feeling of glee
But I do not seek approval of the multitude
Truths that I seek, my actions also delude
He believes in nothing they coldly decree
Days disappear in never ending solitude
But I do not seek approval of the multitude
What lies between the ticks of time?
The pause between heart beats pulse?
The eye sight missed when you blink?
The still moments when you are breathing neither in nor out?
Our body's attempt to keep pace is flawed
by the mechanics we deploy to defeat entropy's cost
to defray the inevitable decay
of the material universe
to maximum disorder, randomness and uncertainty.
To keep up, to stay alive,
to build and maintain
structure and order is costly,
as it defeats for a faction of time,
the universe's purpose
which is inevitable continuous decay to disorder
without pause,
without hesitation
without disruption or interruption.
It is within the momentary pauses
that we, the incessant, get our way,
animating an innate vibrancy
to resist the decay all living things face,
and struggle against,
to a totally disordered state,
lifeless and decayed, on doomsday.
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, I smile at dawn
Prayers, in haste, come to my lips
My eyes rove wantonly and behold a
Poet caressing a naked virgin.
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, messages rustle to my ears
I prepare a costly repast for a palmist
My smile is faint.
I am from Caesar’s age, believing my wife’s
Dreams and not her nightmares
I am African, black as soot, and revering
Soot’s commands with it.
When at dawn I hear my dog sneeze
I smile at dawn who had brought forth
The three stones which my dog in three
Sneezes wets.
I nod. My dog winks.
We await messages from the stones.
Captured by a young man with an old soul that's good to the
bone.
Her desires awaits patiently and yet fulfilled as he joins her at her
throne.
A mile away he can hear her voice whispering in his ears oh
soo Sofltly.
Saying, that her desires which are kept in secret need not come out, they ARE
Costly.
Captured by a cougar with true beauty that has a predilection for young
meat.
She quenches the thirst in his eyes by her presence, yet he gets sooo
weak.
The right environment explodes to never ending imaginations and pure
intimacy.
Constantly caressing, hugging, kissing and passion that turns into more
creativity.
Their lips begin to speak a different language that's spoken oh sooo
quietly.
She feels the muscles of his arms wrapped around her body sealed oh sooo
tightly.
Unbreakable emotions results to stimulations that are non fictional, not planted, but up rooted, as she loves it Sooo Rightly.
A wiggly holiday bundle of energy
Snickers, my pup, wears a Rudolf outfit for fun--
Annoyed with long antlers,
she grinds around
ripping an outlandish costume,
then fiercely bobbing her tail;
while kids stick red bells along a furred neck:
Our dachshund yelps
and fumbles on stacked presents,
as the camera rolls --- a keepsake of eve’s laughter…
But weenie goes hysterical from the raucous
causing mayhem under the ornate lights—
A zoom, a wham,
Snickers digs into wrapped tokens
unraveling boxes,
oh now tarnished from her hunt—
Till slashing that itchy reindeer crotch,
dear doggie fetches an opened gift—
a costly vase to fill up her pee!
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12/28/2018
Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Bernardo O’Higgins Riquelme
was born in Chillan in central Chile.
The bastard son of Ambrosio, Marquis de Orsorno,
his Irish-born father hailed from County Sligo.
Bernardo’s mother was Isabel Riquelme.
She was from a prominent South American family.
Bernardo was supported financially
after the father became a Peruvian viceroy.
Bernardo was sent to London while a young boy
where he was able to acquire a formal education.
He soon learned to despise Spanish domination.
Bernardo sought to fight for independence from Spain.
His homeland should not be a colonial domain.
He would share the same ideas as Francisco de Miranda.
This man hailed from the north in Venezuela.
Both men espoused the prospective idea
of a free and independent South America.
O’Higgins joined the Logia Lautaro in 1810.
He was helped by Argentine Jose de San Martin.
In 1814, the rebels suffered a costly defeat.
Into the Andes Mountains, the rebels had to retreat.
This loss came at the Chilean city of Rancagua
It started the period known as the “Reconquista”
In 1817, the rebels won a great victory.
The Battle of Chacabuco ended Spanish sovereignty.
Chile and Argentina were both declared independent.
Bernardo O’Higgins became Chile’s first president.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for pertinent information I obtained to
write this presentation.