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FREE WILL vs DESTINY
Free Will floating flowing flying
in frolic fervent fervor
may find fulfilment
on confidence, devotion, and labor.
Yet there lies another side
where fate or destiny guides
acting on own style
either favorable or hostile.
That cannot be ignored.
Personal choice may be sound.
Individual voice may be loud.
yet to access success, destiny may dictate.
Competence or performance
is not the only criterion:
Ultimate destination may be destined.
09/23/20
Second Place
' Free Will vs Destiny' Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke.
Many people are suffering just because they don’t know where you have been; many people are suffering; they are walking around with their hand on their chin.
It was just the other day their company was up and going, they made the executive branch salary too high and after six months the profit fell through the sky.
A hundred thousand people got axed and the managing director gets sacked, his bonus payment was too high and it sends the company flying in the sky. He was in and out of the office having lobster and margarita for lunch, roast beef, barbecue and chicken nuggets for dinner with a host of people sitting at his table waiting for dinner.
Many people are suffering because they have no health insurance, car insurance, life insurance or a steady income. Their lives depend on favor and they are badly in need of an urgent make over.
You are all running around shouting about the dollar and the crown, can’t you see that the people are suffering and the government is singing a different hymn? The tone is too high and the rhythm is off beat and it will send everyone running around in the street .To lose control over the things you once owned is enough to send you chasing the bull out of the town.
Many people are suffering because you don’t’ have a plan on how to distribute the wealth all over the land, the gap between the rich and the poor is too broad and you have to stop the killer that is at large, the little hole will sink the ship and the big holes will plunge you into the precepit.
You must raise the pay scale for the educated man and those without schooling must get paid based on their ability and skills. You have got to raise the bar and cut out the retirement age, it must not be used as a criterion and requirement to go to heaven. Show me a solid action plan that can put food on the table, pay my bills and give me a decent savings.
The writers and actors guild are on strike and they cannot roll the dice, many celebrities are broke and they have no sugar to wet their throat. You have got to find a temporary solution before you find a permanent one, Jesus uses five fish and five loaves of bread to feed the multitude on the mountain, meet with the union and create a recipe for a new deal one that is acceptable and is strong as steel.
Written: September 15, 2023
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In a cosmic world where marvels dwell,
There lies a well where truth does swell.
Under the surface of the cultural tide,
Dissemination of erudition, hence and wide.
Yet, amidst the waves, dishonesty lingers.
Distorting the successful and the weaker
Be empowered to deceive and ensconce.
An idealistic facade where virtue is sparse.
But in the depths of this deceitful sea,
An epiphany awaits, for all to foresee.
A childhood memory of chastity and bliss
That truth was pure, and deceit was dismissed.
A poisonous world may shroud the mind.
But the wonders of verity forever shall bind.
Akin to pollinating bees on a kinetic canvas,
Seeking nectar from flowers is so vast thus.
In this meadow of erudition, we yearn to descry,
The ageless wisdom is unflawed and comply.
In the well of truth, we perceive the light,
Ushering us through the gloomiest night.
Oh, how avarice can pinch and sting.
But verity embrace is an everlasting thing.
It displays the world with hues bright,
Cleansing the soul and bringing forth delight.
In this enormous depth of a world so sumptuous
Let verity be the criterion, the steady unctuous.
In its embrace, we descry our demesne way,
Navigating through every ephemeral day
In the depths of the well, we espy our worth,
A vestige of our genuine niche on earth.
To quest for knowledge, to master, and to grow
To endorse the elision and veracity within us flow.
And it is on this jaunt that we shall arrive.
A candid and guileless mind is graceful to thrive.
Let us, then, face the mysteries that await us.
And acquiesce in the core of verity to emerge, thus.
Oh my shadow, my closest companion !
Tell me , what’s your actual criterion?
Are you following me or I’m to follow ?
sometimes long, sometimes short, broad, wide or narrow !
You are to flee, when deep dense darkness to grow !
May be sideways, back -front, diagonal, below,
as light with me be capable to allow.
I can never catch you, you are fugitive.
Since I’m alive, in bright light you will survive.
But in dark, you will bid bye to me and leave.
Always playing Hide and Seek in morn and eve.
In dark, you are ready to go, I believe.
Doesn’t matter, whether you be at back or front !
It’s just too difficult for me to confront !
TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER
‘Take me to your leader’
‘Sure. I will take you to my leader.
Wonderful woman, the great pleader.’
‘Hello!
How do you know?’
‘So simple!
She owns deep dimple
in left cheek and no pimple.’
‘To be a leader, is that a criterion?’
‘Of course not! That’s an added attraction.
She knows the technique to lead populace
keeping own image high n grace.’
‘Hello!
How do you know?’
‘She has immense intellect
to train a representative
always obeying,
never defying
her views qualitative
in every respect.
Rest is done by her sweet smile
like giggling ripples of river Nile
appearing in sequence
with elegant eloquence.'
08/13/18
'Take me To Your Leader' Contest by Caren Krutsinger
Second place
i.
In the desolate river that once held my peace,
It held me, coaxed me, told me to be at ease.
It kept me, embraced me in the shades of red,
This flame made me stand away from my bed,
So that I’d venture past the tears I shed.
While I fought dragons in my bed asleep,
I fought my well-kept words when I awoke.
But today, after I slew the dragons,
I sought a golden thread through oblivion.
Led me to a bar, a beauty criterion.
I watched from the glass dome afar,
Then I looked at the people; they were
Drunk in love, poets sang poems in a blur.
They swung sonnets like blades in battle,
And their clocks went out ticking in a rattle.
ii.
They were drunk on dirty drinks by the fires.
He was a poet, unlike me, a madman.
The candle was so much greater as a fighter;
It was the folk that guided him higher.
That was when he wrote, his words burned fire.
The candle stood tall in its dimly lit stature.
It lit the heart when you do fall in love,
But it burns too harshly, too great to measure.
He charmed the candle, fostered the ember.
They kept him waiting, standing forever.
iii.
After it ended and the air turned cold,
He lay upon the soft wooden floor.
His shape forms his mold, as he
Stared eye to eye with the candle.
It was his only guide through every gamble.
He whispered to it like it was his friend.
It held the same, but with a tint of red.
It’s flame lit him when he wrote, after all.
The candle knew secrets that he had hidden
Even when he was a tiger, a kid.
And I sat there like a crude bug,
Silent, as I was guilty of choking
Life out of a man, like it was a hug.
Then I touched the candle’s burnt knife,
It told me I’ll climb to heaven in time.
Of blind cocks
that crow at dawn
Dyeing, drying on
the thorns of humanity
The Blood of non-creation
and criterion of a nation insane
Inhumane and decimates
to the red strains of Children’s games
Glory and praise the
ascensions of one
The sum of masculinities abortion
The burnt image
of the aftermath.
Go and see
the walls of None
The tribunal of dung
Crown the one-eye worms
Anointed in rotted empires
Furies scurry and bury the thoughts
Of lace and grace the masses of fame and shame
The brutal pyre of human’s creed,
the immune one
The dyeing,
drying of the horns of cruel black sons
The burn of dark hands
The blood of divinity
The nation
Is at war with profanity.
Sanity
What is humanity?
Sports
Sports!
Enjoy.
It is fun.
Cheerful. Joyous.
Nothing to worry.
Victory or Defeat
is not the criterion.
Play games gaily in glory.
Do not get upset, never to lose.
Aspirant zeal is your sporting spirit.
05/22/17
Sports Shorts Contest by Joseph Soper
I must travel to that space to where I know my own perfection
To turn my eyes to the most uplifted of exalted heavens
To feed the grace of challenge and objection
As the daring confrontation to my guide to never lessen
Bearing the thrust, lifting the weight of my verdict's devotion
So to never be a slave to any untruth given
This foundation of my soul's country - its home is willingly chosen
By the criterion and wealth of its knowledge and acceptance to live in
And abide in the sweet refrain of resolve and determination
February 3, 2020
Pick A Title, Vol 13 - Lyric Poetry Contest/Infrangible Resolve
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
With the discernment of a poetic judge*
Midst gratefulness to God for His granted writing acumen
I give gracious excellent rate to you, my masterpiece...
Exposing my heart's fullness; baring my faith's fervency
Showcasing my commitment, passion, and professionalism
Against the N/A or "not acceptable" criterion I cannot fathom.
Hence, along my compliance to Poetry Soup's requirement
I assert, "Congratulations for doing your best; keep on being a blessing."
*John 7:24 Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.
March 7, 2019
2nd place, "You Be The Judge" Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 4/8/2019