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fast as a blitzen comet,
this dashing prancer
contra dancer
(i.e. Rudolph nary hoof) didst zip
with cupid ditty toward his vixen wife,
who loosed a suppressed yip
asper one discovering remains of the day
from the donner
(newt the majority) party whip
ping her olive drab camouflage attire,
as if she hapt to be a vip
endlessly congratulating herself
(and bow wowing her ego) bing awarded
the housekeeping seal of approval,
and expected me to tip
her gore gee us Martha Stewart déclassé
snoop doggy dog rendition
as she did slip
agilely (with broom and dustpan in hand) rip
peat head lee uttering
an apropos Mary Poppins quip
booting muck can clear across to Compton
(wherever that might be) pip
pin like a cat on a hot tin roof,
where no cure existed to nip
in the bud at this stage,
and rid thine beloved Narberth bride,
who caught a bout clean destine
feverish frenzy to make house beautiful,
oblivious to beseeching despair,
sans this husband who cried
plaintively imploring divine intervention,
lest extreme heroic measures
need be taken, thus guide
me asap before her blistered hands
rubbed red as tender (vittles) raw hide,
which could find her catatonic, doggone
ill eagle lee flying a boot
like a bat out of hell, and stupefied
hence, this urgent message typed out in a huff
for less severe invasive
experimental treatment truly tried
on this, that, or some other missus so and so
.....please pardon this abrupt end,
plus initial idea wide
lee differing from my initial intent won
during how to write an elegy to mister son
describing, how aye felt enervated with run
hills of beaming solar rays, oh how none
synthetic drug to bathe,
enhance, suffuse away mon
day moody blues,
and now...gotta tend tummy hun!
Spartan Riches
by Odin Roark
Creation asks not for center stage
How plentiful these quiet treasures
Demanding not a price
Void of glitter
Gaff
And loud acclaim drowning
Senses
Reason
Imagination pursues instead
Honesty’s nod
The up and down gesture
Everyday patrons volunteer
On discovering virtuosity’s subtle essence
Just as a flower needs but sunshine and moisture
So too the Van Goghs of everyday living
Patiently await man’s simple willingness
To emote with the light of a smile
Perhaps even tears
Knowing as in nature
Creative efforts spawn
Reciprocal wavelengths of appreciation
Finding respite wherever
An honest heart and mind’s tuning fork awaits
Often
Creation senses not the obvious
Artistry’s honorific slips
Obliging a personage quest
Unaware resultant luminary trappings
Often engender insecurities
Petrifying life’s inner sanctum
That place where inception seeds the unknown
Bestows lasting memories
Where both a mother’s caress
And the brush strokes of oiled color
Add to the canvas of expectancy’s
Freely shared gifts and rewards
Too late at times
Inspiration succumbs to notoriety’s demands
Obliging a servitude to fame
Risking enslavement
Either to gilded prisons
Or the bridled razor wire of power
Needing to gallop down a home stretch
Willingly adding to the blood-laden turf
Determined the day’s finish line
Will provide yet another carrot
To satiate the bestial appetite for superiority
Fortunately
A meaningful number
Manage to avoid a system’s pandering
Obviating trophydom’s trap
Existing solely as creation’s flow
Appeasing those whose hearts and minds
Seek but revelation of impact
A seeding of possible enlightenment
Respecting the virtue of namelessness
So goes the Spartan riches
Accumulating with anonymous authenticity
Giving it’s own reciprocal nod
Back to that which inspires creativity
All without demands
Without price
Ships sail from ports of every distant land,
to enter the deep waters of the sea or ocean;
and my ship will battle another storm before dawn,
when the waves batter on the front deck...
I'm a modern day navigator,
and unlikely Vasco da Gama or Columbus,
who used an ancient compass
to direct their long course;
I use advanced technology, having more
time to admire a starry sky so celestial...
relying on their accuracy so incredible
and steering skills for a safe arrival.
And more beautiful serenity seems to the adventurous eye
when sunrise sets this bold one aglow,
and with a chiseled face, so attentive and ruddy, I deem
something real and inevitable by looking above;
will nebulous skies and misty horizons...
prevent me from discovering new places?
And will my diminishing courage outlast any tempest,
which approaches with loud gusts to disrupt my rest?
I grapple the certainty of a possible surprise,
but I despair not...until with scrutinizing eyes,
I spot the gleaming light-house coming into view;
and I'll be staring in the nocturnal navy blue:
while my ship is anchored at the nearest port,
to make all hear the elation of my worth...
Christmas spirit was all over the house.
A day for a party, but with plenty of louse.
Ding-a-ling-bring-some-sling unseeing Dan
Came alone, which is always the best that he can.
He contributed chocolate fudge that was tasty and sweet.
For his amazing mother’s sugar cookies cannot be beat.
Candy cane crystals blinked in succession from the Christmas tree.
You want to know about everybody? I asked. Come sit by me.
Take a bite out of every piece of pie for corpulent Laura is back.
She drove up in a shanty of a Hackensack beer belly without any tack.
We knew now the party could truly begin, and possibly turn on a whim.
For she usually brings Enthusiastic Essie, her fun-loving, identical twin.
Christmas carols were being piped in courtesy of the host’s daughter.
Gladypipes herself is not here, absent after running off with a potter.
Watch out! Pompous unholy Lady of the Arrogance church is here.
Sitting alone in a corner, on her non-smelling, prissy stuck up rear.
Some of the newcomers have sat down, trying to make small talk.
Discovering she is as mean as they come with uplifted beak of a hawk.
Christmas party full swing now. People are gobbling up cakes and pie.
In the east, I see Jesus’s happy star, winking down from the sky.
Prissy non-listening glistening, kissening, fissening Man of the West.
Is flitting from young woman to old matron, flicking winks at the rest.
Most of us felines know him exceedingly well in a rather bad way.
He's dated every single one of us from twenty to forty; he likes to stray.
Another successful party, full of gusto and girth, gladness and giggles.
I write it all down quickly with juicy whorls, curls, and squiggles.
My dearest orchid
Eastern flower of divine beauty
You whisper my name raising the spirit high
Jasmine sweetly kissing air
In one breath of your aroma
drifting thoughts sail over the moon
Wrapped in your passion calling me yours
No matter what may come our way
you own this heart skipping beat
Dreaming in your starlight
Touched by the dew teardrops of night
Destiny leaves footprints
Purity of truths heart
Sweet miracle of love
I know there is an angel watching over us
Daydreams walking into the clouds
Hold eve to the late kiss
This soulful sanctuary sings enchanting heartbeats
Embracing this Heavenly dream
Discovering a newborn Kingdom
always drying your tears reborn beautiful beams
unrhymed tercets
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
Frayed Baggage
by Odin Roark
Dreamt fields
Where wall-less interiors boast stunning views
Personal vistas of imagination
Requiring only attachments be left behind
The resentful
The angry
The baggage labeled heavy
For just as everyone can’t be
Who or what they think they are
Revelation often becomes frayed baggage of the mind
Clutched with guilty claws
Self-loathing that refuses to heal
Narcissistic defenses
Deliver delusions of grandeur
Driving the moral compass further downward
Where an icy kingdom of vicarious reality
Becomes one’s personal abyss
Such is the plight of a luggage-laden life
One’s weighty attempt to always be part of something
Rejecting being one with the singular self as success
The fortunate abandon that which can’t be changed
Unshackling the drag-behind regrets and disappointments
And breathing in the oxygen of continuance
Discovering closure reveals the eternal opening
The paradoxical passage into meeting
One’s innate traveling companion of wager
The one who travels with toothbrush only
Sharing weightless wins in life
We know not of…
Yet
How can you focus on love, when you’re solely focused on hate?
How can you focus on beginning, when you’re solely focused on killing?
How can you focus on nurturing, when you’re solely focused on discouraging?
How can you focus on fullness, when you’re solely focused on lust?
How can you focus on compassion, when you’re solely focused on ruthlessness?
How can you focus on appreciating, when you’re solely focused on disrespecting?
How can you focus on heart, when you’re solely focused on outward?
How can you focus on connection, when you’re solely focused on detaching?
How can you focus on loyalty, when you’re solely focused on being fickle?
How can you focus on kindness, when you’re solely focused on ridiculing?
How can you focus on defending, when you’re solely focused on abusing?
How can you focus on harmony, when you’re solely focused on war?
How can you focus on happiness, when you’re solely focused on sadness?
How can you focus on growing, when you’re solely focused on minimizing?
How can you focus on caring, when you’re solely focused on disliking?
How can you focus on your emotions, when you’re solely focused on numbness?
How can you focus on courtesy, when you’re solely focused on grievance?
How can you focus on creation, when you’re solely focused on competition?
How can you focus on dreaming, when you’re solely focused on being perfect?
How can you focus on discovering, when you’re solely focused on concealing?
How can you focus on encouraging, when you’re solely focused on hiding?
How can you focus on the present, when you’re solely focused on always looking?
How can you focus on actually living, when you’re solely focused on surviving?
How can you focus on life’s riches, when you’re solely focused on greed?
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We met a few years ago, then suddenly you were gone
We danced the very last dance to our favourite song
Happenings in our lives took control of our tomorrows
That evening when you walked away, filled my heart with sorrow
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When I heard the telephone ring, I answered and you were there
And we spoke of the past few years, these years we could have shared
The time flew by when we talked, sharing our pasts to date
When you said you'd like to meet up again, my heart just couldn't wait
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When I picked you up from the Airport, you hadn't changed at all
Six foot plus with sky blue eyes, still leaving me enthralled
We settled into our night for tomorrows journey we'll make
To a rented cottage so idyllically set, down by the lake
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The morning came so fast as we set of on our trip
Again going over the years, picturing like a movie clip
Our destination now reached, refreshed we head for a meal
At a restaurant overlooking the lake, our pasts begin to seal
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Back to the cottage we go, as you gently take my hand
So dreamy under the full moon, is this what fate had planned
You play our favourite song, the one we danced to so long ago
As you take me in your arms, something in me flows
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
We look into each others eyes as you ruffle my long blond hair
I see desire looking back from your manly sky blue stare
Slowly we discard our clothes as you lay me on the bed
Adventurous discovering hands declare our minds well read
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Our passion resonates, excitement fills the air
Years of catching up in delightful bodily share
We awaken in the morning, spooned within my reach
Our love has been reborn, re-found visiting Qualicum Beach
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php
Notes played by the wind sounded like 'Taps.'
A sad song without lyrics, expressing lament
Sorrow pelted me like crashing white caps
Beneath the fading light of the sun's descent
darkness gathered in a leaden sky
as I whispered with tearful breath, "Goodbye."
So many words we'd left unspoken
when fear prevented us from speaking
Somewhere along our journey we were broken,
never discovering what it was we were seeking.
I laid a rose from my garden then turned to go.
One set of footprints imbedded in the snow.
Behind me arose the baleful cawing
soaring in the sky, a flock of ebon crows
Tears coursing from my eyes as if I were thawing
The wintry world held me in its throes.
On I walked, pathway lighted by the moon,
listening to the notes of 'Taps,' a haunting tune.
The rhythm of the sea, lull up and down,
while seamen stand out on the starboard
watching the sea light up like a watercolor painting.
Movements and chatter sounds sing to one another
like a flock of birds on tree boughs.
Entourage of Dolphins
in a watery playground,
elegant and slick, gray, long body
break upon the surface
discovering the sight
in the distance
not duller, but brighter.
Flickers of light around
when uncover
a graceful performance in fluid form
as they swim in the silence,
a whimsical waltz
by brothers, mothers, and lovers
a spectacular show of natural wonder.
Dolphins,
highly intelligent mammals,
a part of the whale family,
are benignly creatures,
playful swimming alongside ships,
they live throughout the world
in a cerulean depth of briny deep-sea.
12/31/2017
'P'' Contest, New Or Old Poetry Contest 7. playful
Sponsored by: Constance La France