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12/21/15
Before and after yet another spring's gone
Any challenge and obstacle bring on
I'll look at it with a big yawn
Then go after it like King Kong
I like all of my drinks strong
And I think god
Will always be a subject of debate that goes back and forth like ping pong
If nothing's right, is everything wrong?
Is anyone else fond or do they find the sphinx odd?
I was underneath a big fog
While in a big bog
With a big dog
Many big frogs and big swans
By a big pond
Eventually caught a big lingcod
For the both of us, which helped me push towards becoming big and strong
Then did several big jobs
And got paid with some big wads
Ran into a person who tried to call me out with a big squad
But they got quickly put into place and were a big fraud
Weedeated and landscaped a yard with a big lawn
Later on had some big prawns
There were excessive talks of big bombs
And I had several big qualms
Because the people talking about doing it seemed like big snobs
That were some big slobs
By: Dalton Ogletree
I saw society drain away to the gutter on the street
How I wished I could help the disheartened ones we meet
Everyone effected by the thoughtless acts of disregard.
Passion within to change this soulless way, how avant-garde
Needing to pursue my passion for the greater good
Never fearing the negativity upheld, loved ones would
Joining an organisation that gave me a grant to make the change
The power to be compassionate to humanity in a grand range.
Polished boots, razor sharp creases, keen from the first moment
Wanting to change the lives of everyone, even if it’s atonement
Years on, finding out its money for the same old rope
Hungry for fulfilment, I need to stop this fear, and give all hope
Communities fearing the violence from demoralised youths
“Nothing to do” is the reply, none of these words are home truths
Street culture, such a powerful way of life, this is all they know
Searched by authority, a much needed but negative show
My Kind-heartedness was passion, I’m now in a moral debate
Supporting victims of crime, but wanting to put suspects straight
Humanity is a single word, so we must help one another to stand tall
This is now my agenda, dedication to build a safer future for all
Endless hours writing to governing bodies to see my radical approach
Youth engagement with sports, that’s where I became a dodge ball coach.
Promotion in the field of sports to brake down barriers with kids
Work will never end with constant battles with funding all those bids
My life is dedicated now to change the world, as we all know it
This pure heart is with the victims of crime, and the ones who commit
We must guide the misguided as they only see what we show them
Wholeheartedness, lets do this together, or we are the ones to condemn
For Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen contest "Kindheartedness"
Funny how
Eco-warrior's , marchers and so
called peaceful protestors
Love nothing more than when
one of their marches descends
Into fighting mindless thuggery and
random violence
So they can then be viewed being
dragged away battered black and blue
Crying foul whilst shouting slogans
out loud with such emotive slurs
As Fascist , Sexiest , Racist and Nazi
By any means necessary at all so long
as it tugs at one's heartstrings
Because if they so believe the cause to
be just then they can justify the means
to the ends
And if they have to bend or don't play
by the official rule's of engagement
then so be it
To me that time and energy would
be far better spent both educating and
imparting knowledge
Via rational engagement , conscience
and considerate debate
That creating conflict and just another
thing to fight about
Heaven’s above, Hell’s below,
Purgatory’s in the middle,
Guess what’s on the menu,
Our souls! To solve my riddle.
Players in the mix together,
Yes actors and entire cast,
Props and stars of their show,
Entertaining up to the last.
Gods and demons, decide
our comeuppance and fate,
Tomorrow’s judgement day,
Our life, is up for debate,
Watching over our theatrics,
Deliberating all mankind,
If a hung jury, will cast us back,
into the nether, nowhere time.
Born a Roman Catholic, was
indoctrinated this spiel, in school,
Beaten and punished harshly,
if not acceding to their rules.
That’s why I’m sceptical, about
organised religion, and it’s truth,
Why use corporal punishment,
unless dishing out bad fruit.
You’ll find cynical sentiment,
in some, if not many of my poems,
I’m not trying to influence,
That’s for you, and you alone.
I apologize to others, if offended,
I’m not trying, to tempt blind faith,
My message is, don’t be duped,
by con-artists, before it’s all too late.
Question everything, without exception,
What’s the harm, if nothing’s to hide,
Meet your creators, gaze upon them,
Project ones honesty, onto Gods eyes.
Now find I’m stuck in the middle,
Agnostic, my penchant is science,
How else, could I have turned out,
Chose my own path over forced compliance.
By
David Kavanagh.
The first time we met I knew that you were the one,
one gaze into your eyes and I was done;
I was in love,
oh, your smile was like the bright sun;
your voice like sweet music.
You liked to talk and I do too- we would debate,
our conversations would grow and pulsate;
it was true love,
I would read you poems I create;
you would listen calmly.
You were my deep blue ocean and true north,
together as a couple we set forth;
a forever love,
it was just you and me henceforth;
oh, we had so many plans.
So, on Valentine Day I always buy a red rose,
to place on the cold earth where you repose;
eternal my love,
as sparrows chirp and wind blows;
and I kiss your name in stone.
______________________
January 03, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/My Ocean and True North
Copyright Protected, 01-1418-624-03
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
(Rhyme pattern aaxax bbxbx ccxcx ddxdx)
Written for the Standard contest, Forever My Love Valentine
sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 02/08/2022
First Place
Submitted into the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Form
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/05/2022
First Place
A tree breaths out
into spring budding leaves
and in through deeply engaged roots,
a respiring inspiring system
of organic confluence.
Yet each leaf
also supports dialogue
inhaling carbon
and exhaling oxygen.
This tree,
wiser than me,
does not internally debate supremacy
of diverse incoming powers,
nutrition nurturing opportunities
multiculturing
Which is most important,
producing leaves
or producing oxygen?
Which is most significant,
short term recreation
or long term ecosystemic health?
Producing leaves
producing oxygen
producing water
producing fertile soil,
producing trees...
An ecosystemic relationship
breathes out into budding spring
of organic ego-minded leaves,
equally supported by one trunk body
inclusively imported through interactive root systems
Born of Earth
and light
and water,
Cerebral power
and flowing natural nurture
Sacred wind
penetrating
seas of opportunity,
Root empowering systems
not substituting unrestrained egocentric growth
today
for healthy eco-maturation
tomorrow.
Harris and Trump hit the stage
At stake is the next US president
The debate was filled with rage
The debate was filled with torment
It was like watching a tennis match
With each participant taking shots
Back and forth we watched the barbs hatch
Back and forth each tried to connect the dots
Harris let her racket do the talking
While Trump defended the ball in his courts
The participants were mocking and rocking
The participants built word forts and false reports
Harris wasn't perfect and neither was Trump
But you can see clearly which one looked the part
Both party's stars are looking to triumph
Both party's stars are pledging a fresh start
Time and time again we hear campaign dreams
So it comes down to which candidate you believe in
Which candidate has less Pinnochio inseams
Which candidate you want to win
On November 5th the votes will be cast
And of importance, our American welfare is at stake
So think it over and be true and steadfast
So think it over and make ... no mistake
connie pachecho
9/11/24
i pray for simple life
i pray for the incision of my decision
i pray that wellness and betterment will prevail
for i am wholly unhealthy in a masquerade party thrown by myself
i invite all who i know to come, but nobody responds
as a result, i am left with a quiet indescribable in modern time
the party is still going on
the wilted lawn that is my life is still mowing on
the mulch is tainted
the stench is so offensive that i all but fully fainted
maybe one day true pure full freedom will be everpresent on my side
until then, i debate whether or not to concentrate on choosing to hyphenate my currently slanted stride
His name was Jack O’Bann, and how he liked to play,
if not for school I think he would’ve strummed all day,
and he had a voice of both gravel and honey,
with the kind of power that brought in big money.
It was no surprise he started a high school band,
he rocked the parties, we knew his future looked grand.
But Jack had some trouble, his family disagreed,
they did not like the path where this future might lead,
most musicians failed, and there was no hiding that,
they would tell Jack that against him the odds were stacked,
and with his math skills he’d make a good engineer,
this debate troubled Jack for all of his senior year.
During that last year, he dated a girl named Kay,
who listened to his troubles, the things he had to say,
Jack fell so hard for him, in her arms found relief
from the pressures of family, what career to seek.
His band kept on playing, more and more dates in town,
gaining fans with each show until they were renowned.
But his parents were certain this his path was doomed,
even once tried to lock Jack inside his bedroom!
still he was determined, even though they did scoff,
until one day they both threatened to cut their son off.
He stormed out of the house following a big fight,
in a sour mood went to play a gig that night.
Kay was there with the band and saw that he was pissed,
said,”Don’t worry, go set up, I will handle this.”
So he vented out back, she tried to soothe his rage,
he said,”I’m so done with this now that I’m legal age!”
But somehow she got him to take control of himself,
and he put on a great show for everyone else.
It was a good time that night, Jake’s voice was like fire,
raised the crowd to a pitch, and then pushed them higher,
none knowing that a record man was looking on,
impressed by the skill they showed with their cover songs,
and the passion for their craft they made people feel,
so after it was over he offered them a deal.
All the band was excited, this could be their break,
Jack’s head was in a swoon, it was more than he could take,
first the fight with his parents that had rattled him,
now this chance of a lifetime, he struggled within.
“I just need a moment…I need to get some air.”
He half-stumbled outside, and Kay followed him there...
CONTINUES IN PART II.
I am, so you will never win.
I am, so be.
Be, full of hatred,
march to where dictated
and win the battles, so sacred.
Free me of my home,
while the rest debate if,
humanity is involved.
Negotiate for ways that conflicts can be solved,
so each and every side benefits till’ calmed.
Carve up a map and say we have resolved,
until the sun flies again and falls towards the dawn.
Let me be a pawn,
in the politics we adore.
Entertain with colors,
until they reach your door.
Speak, fight and do so loudly,
represent your side, all too proudly,
so that writers immortalize the days of how, we,
wrote another chapter in this book of war.
I am, so you will never win.
Be, as we all lost.