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Money
A single metal penny or a piece of paper
I am countable with infinite power
I am ambiguous whether I can buy happiness
I can buy everything that makes one’s comfort
A share of mine can ease the house chores
A piece of mine can buy the joy of a toddler
A bit of mine can buy a rose for a lover
A part of mine can help to fly and dive
I disclose truth of people when I leave your side
With me you are powerful otherwise you’re fragile
I have many forms of luxury
that can make someone smile
Who says I can’t buy happiness
I am a moderator to buy forms of joy
Instead I can’t buy love with sorts of attitude of my possessor
I am that which you want to keep safe
I am the breaker and also ligature
That makes your friends and foes
I am a blessing to the poor
I can fill the palate of a hunger
I can smack a nation into dust
I can cover a body with cloth
With me you can get all articles
Without me you are nonentity in the world.
And feel energized after
light exercise doth spawn
an mental impasse,
where endeavor to coax
literary creativity analogous
to a figurative curtain drawn
shut tight within
thy noggin unresponsive
even when brute force
strongly applied, but still...
no progress made come crack of dawn,
thus temporarily abandon intent
to craft satisfactory poem or prose,
which coveted brainstorm burst adrip
saturating yours truly head to toes
dribbling out nostrils,
asper my porpoise size nose,
hence this feeble effort to appease
with no expected attaboy, kudos, bravoes...
discerning whaling imploring be
sea ching, sans anonymous followers
waiting for me to compose
meaningless gibberish or
profound nugget of wisdom to disclose
while thrashing within cyber sea,
possibly abandoning ambition to compose
superbly coined adage
eye catchingly exotic
as silk negligee pantyhose
(yea...perhaps send near nude selfie)
or chuck stocking favoring frescoes
tattooed across flesh
accentuating anatomical contours
wharf flexing muscles simulates geckoes
(albeit selling progressive insurance)
appearing to slither across body electric
predictably ejaculating Freudian peccadillos,
now bolt upright awake, no longer sleepy,
but dwarfed by giant spuds, no small potatoes
eh...yar right to deem this poker face
one among many bumptious desperadoes,
and mooch hoe gracias reading poem
bumbling, degenerating, fizzling...
into lobbying primal salvoes.
I escape to my brilliant fantasy island,
Whenever fortune comes my way.
And if I was given half a chance,
I’d be there every day.
You see, on my island there’s happy and clear,
I’m a free, fun sort of boy.
No one judges, rants or argues either,
It’s a place that I enjoy.
Sometimes fame escapes to visit,
And I meet Hendrix, de Vinci, or Monet.
We talk about our depth of feeling,
A sexy talking little ballet.
Other times my most beautiful women,
They visit without their clothes.
But that fantastic little adventure,
I’d rather not disclose.
I escape to my brilliant fantasy island,
It’s the place I can fantasize.
I go there every single night,
When I lay in bed and close my eyes.
written 6th June 2016
For the Nayda's Fantasy Island contest.
Serene silence, its salient feature
The sapped bodies snug in solitude.
Not a mound of sand and cement.
A structure to showcase our reverence and regard and
Keep them alive through our thoughts, words and deeds.
Do the enshrouded bodies realize how nicely they are carved?
Definitely,not.
Souls satiate when tributes are paid.
Tombs reflect cultures and civilizations.
Tombs disclose unknown facts of royal dynasties.
Some stand as tokens of perpetual love like Tajmahal.
Some are adored,
As they have engulfed the thinkers, torchbearers and preceptors.
It's the end as well as onset of a new life.
Whoever and whatever it is!
Paying tribute to an abandoned soul is the sole cosmic order.
Place: 4
The unlikely alliance
for me you need not be clothed
I understand your fragility
of which the edges are like krill
To you I disclose my being,
for only you I rehearse my songs.
From the truest vestiges of the heart,
where the rumbling of the soul
and electric current making multiple zeds as if ignition cannot be..
until it does..
Erupts this volcano inside of me, the magma of the heart cascading walls and gleam.
Steaming, hissing ,smoking at your feet and there it halts, and there it cools and I deliver me.
Touch me I am warm
Feel me I am true.
Where us unlikely two shall meet, you the tulip, I the lava.
There your trusting brave will do what none would believe.
I give you that diamond of the earth, that stone that doesn’t melt,
under pressure it was formed.
Be sure to stand the allegations of my antagonist
How I need your alibi
Oh how I yearn for truth
They catch our eye, those dented cans
that stand out clearly from the rest.
Yet something says to stay away...
they may not pass the 'okay' test.
Though, most the time, the food inside
should surely be okay to eat,
our senses choose a perfect shape;
reject when standards do not meet.
Just like those cans can shut our mind
to flawless nutrients inside,
we cringe when we see 'dented' shells...
assume, from them, we need to hide.
The outer part of anything...
a can, a book, a house...a heart,
does not disclose the joy within...
is just the wrap 'round the best part.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: Dented Cans
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 01/15/2018
The Lady of Shalott
When turbulence in water sounds,
And darkness of night mounds,
An aura of loneliness surrounds,
And heart in the chest pounds,
Lady of Shalott stands on the roof of castle,
Can see him from far sail in a boat,
Wearing an obvious yellow fur coat,
Boat drifting with waves yet afloat,
Her pulse thumps fast of inside hassle !
Waiting for him reach very close,
Emotions till now were keeping in a froze,
Feelings that for years she could not disclose,
Mercury of silence as gradually arose,
The Lady of Shalott is in all rolling tears,
As her wait is about to end,
And heart is nearing a mend,
Apprehensions she can not pretend,
Will she be able to meet him with all her fears ?
Trepidation engulfs, she rushes to her room,
Mirror that once reflected her gloom,
Is sure that her love will now bloom,
Has she found her prince or the groom?
The Lady of Shalott is all smiles on her face,
Her fingers entangle into her golden curls,
She looks at her gown and the swirls,
Her tender neck embraces precious pearls,
She has set forth herself in full grace !
Written September 7th, 2014
For contest 'The Lady of Shalott' by Isaiah Zerbst
Awarded 3rd place
Written: September 23, 2023
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What was I thinking, I pondered alone,
As my mind wandered my thoughts were thrown.
Lost in a whirlwind of doubt and despair,
I yearned for an answer, a purpose to share.
To slice beyond the cacophony in my head.
To find the clarity that I so desperately dread.
Absence of time-wasting and overthinking.
It was essential to disclose the truth sinking
What was I thinking, I asked myself again
As I delved into the depths of my mind, my pen
Scribbled down views that were vapidly unclear,
I needed to break free from this cycle of fear.
Elucidatory excuses and rationalizations,
Held me back from finding my true aspirations.
I knew deep inside, there was further to explore
A core persuasion that could ajar the door.
What was the core cerebration, this query evolved.
A whisper in my soul that couldn't be solved.
I searched and pondered, my mind racing blast,
Seeking answers that would bear the doubts last.
Suddenly, the light bulb went off in my head.
The primary concept drove me to fight instead.
A question of motivation came into play here.
My endless nights—what was I thinking or fear?
What were we thinking, all those sleepless nights?
It's time to uncover our true inner lights.
Not beyond wandering in doubt and plights
Lost in a maze of worries and frights.
Fast forward at least two score
Earth's orbitz round the sun
approximately the year 2040
history already wrote him off
as thee worst president
(based on numerous metrics)
of these United States.
Now toggle back to today
November 17th, 2020
the forty fifth commander in chief
still biden his time
refuses to concede election results
despite irrefutable opponent win,
yet he (who cannot be named)
refuses to budge
holding strongly steadfast to his perch
nursing narcissistic grudge
that eligible voters
rendered him irrelevant
courtesy enfranchisement nudge,
a showdown will lead to ouster
as leader of the Republican party.
He, the tragicomical unpopularly snubbed character
can wreak untold havoc
between aforementioned said date
and Wednesday January 20th, 2021
orders issued promulgating orders such as:
1. decreeing civil service
subject to political oversight
2. allow sale of oil and gas permits
within Alaska's Arctic National Wildlife Refuge
3. require renewal of regulations
under purview courtesy
Health and Human Services Department
hobbling COVID-19 vaccine
4. impose sanctions on Iran
5. finalize peace deal
signed with Taliban in Afghanistan
6. broker extension regarding
New Start nuclear treaty with Russia
7. deliver spate of pardons to his cronies
8. disclose sensitive national-security information.
That mean son of a
would gleefully, maniacally,
and royally ditch
the democratic process plagued
with many a glitch
permanently incapacitating turncoat
henchmen/women who snitch
revealing true guise as wicked witch.
Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of man,
especially one groomed to win at all costs
and would sooner ruin the planet
versus admitting himself as sore loser?
The story's told of bygone days,
Of a man named Vince with his soul ablaze,
While the hearts of animals far and near
Were filled with abject dread and fear.
The best these beasts could do was run,
For Vince had planned to eat every one.
Yes, he planned to eat every one,
Rare, medium, or well-done.
He ate not just chicken, pork, and beef,
But an assortment of animals beyond belief.
He didn't stop at goat, or lamb or duck -
Why, any animal might be out of luck.
He sometimes dined on rabbit stew,
And the legs of frogs, he ate them too.
Yes, the legs of frogs he ate them too.
What would the animals do?
And then upon one fearful, fateful day,
Vince to his appetite did obey.
So, he placed the fish he caught with a hook
In a fiery pan, after just one look -
But, this fish was more than he bargained for.
Yes, this pacu meant to even the score.
He wouldn't be turned to gore.
No, he wouldn’t be turned to gore.
As soon as the pan was heated up,
This fish upon his tail stood up,
His bulging eyes in fury displayed,
His frothing mouth in a mad tirade,
Said that at this fiery battle's end,
To the devil he hoped Vince he'd send,
And one of them would to Hell descend -
Yes, one to Hell descend.
After the kicks and the punches flew,
Who remained among these two?
I’d like to tell you but I can’t disclose,
Simply because nobody knows.
Some say Vince roams the hills with a wild-eyed look
And a knife in his mouth and a fish cookbook,
But the fish I’ve spoken to say, "look
And find your answer in yonder brook".