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Though thine two grown
former babes in crib age,
now lead checkered lives,
no longer monopolize my time
as though their persons went backstage
either one embracing, judging,
and negotiating positive
chutes and ladders with courage
evoking glee this papa
helped both beautiful lasses
avoid being risk averse
navigating life with minimal damage
though to get ahead of the class,
(asper the eldest Eden Liat)
credit karma fairly and squarely attributed
to herself with encourage
meant from this papa, who oft time
felt he lacked any clue
akin to a hobbled battleship left
to drift at sea, whence,
upon landfall sub
sequent lee forced to forage
in a foreign dominion (akin to being
among Settlers of Catan),
plus devoid of instruments to gauge,
an optimal strategic operation,
thus figuratively groping in the dark
(unaware of a brewing twister)
guided by blind faith
doth admit saying sorry,
but apologetic homage
would disqualify thyself,
a "FAKE" mastermind
undeserving of just desserts,
unfairly via diktat plucking sweet treats
awash within Candy Land,
a deceptive image
entrancing, luring and, spellbinding
ultimately incurring trouble,
particularly when Shana Aubrey
(younger by about
twenty six months)
garnered lion's share of parental attention
necessitated mandatory intervention
due to language
skills, plus pronounced
developmental delay,
where supreme social service
sages gentle massage
wrought divine prestidigitation
as one after another
case worker did overencourage
to counteract congenital
cognitive setback (coalesced in utero),
now finds das dada envious
(cuz, aye got mired, hogtied,
and bogged down with
obsessive compulsive trivial pursuit,
hence warrant so lucky as thee Punim)
steers ship shape body electric
round her uncharted cerebral
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- In memory of the La Vegas shooting victims –
my dark skin
does it mean a crime
does it identity a criminal
does it mean am below you
yes you
who just see nothing else but
my dark skin
my dark skin
does it make you fear
does it upset you
does it create a hatred in you
does it mean am not human
does it mean I have no right
does it mean trouble
does it make you worry
yes you who see nothing but just
my dark skin
my dark skin
is it forbidden
does it mean I don't exist
does it quality failure
does it close my origin
does it disqualify my personality
does it disprove my value
to humanity
actually it points to love
yes it does to you
that only see nothing but
my dark skin
SLY FOX - Dramatic verse, Epic and Deep.
Dramatic verse? How surprising coming from the SLY FOX Drama Queen.
Epic and deep? Well, excuse me
but you have me confused with somebody else entirely.
I'm about as deep as PD's so called poetry.
So listen good and listen hard to me my little SLY FOX Drama Queen pretty.
Go stick your SLY FOX head on the body of a donkey
so that all who then see you will truly see you as
what you truly are. A Royal Pain In The Ass!
Yeah, again I know this isn't the correct form
Feel free to disqualify me.
I just happened to be rambling along
and thought I'd stop for a quick slam on PD.
This isn't for PD's contest,
but I'm entering it anyway because I'm her nemesis and pest.
*TheKidsterWasHere*
Though man can speak a language filled with truth
The words and deeds from man can be a lie
These liar's lips are formed in days of youth
When they try and hide to disqualify
In every frightened moment lies return
Claim a righteous reason to fill their need
Whether pain is caused is of no concern
It's their bane of existence to mislead
A lie will steal your honor formed at birth
It is a gift that's given not to lose
To hold tight, know its value and its worth
Honor is only lost, for you to chose
What lies beneath the lies of liar's lips?
A conscience lacking nor its ownership
2/10/17
contest What Lies Beneath the Lies
Awakening Contemplations
Perception of reality changing in a second
The Invention of congeniality as I wait for you to beckon
The Australian informality of “yeah whatever you reckon!”
The North Korean missile strikes looking to constantly threaten
World stability and Universal peace
The unpaid rent, a broken lease
A reason to vent, an estranged niece
A persistent strain of thought that simply will not cease
Chemical warfare and secluded drone strikes
A Ukrainian counteroffensive in the middle of the night
The oppressed peoples will to stand up and fight
Searching for a future that has the potential to be bright
Ghengis Khan, Nostradamus and Shakespeare
No intention to harm , only to disqualify your fears
An isolated old woman breaking down in tears
A forlorn ex-revolutionary marvelling at the passing of the years
The recollection of youth passing by far too quickly
A monsterous uncouth agent described only as prickly
The bubonic plague recreated and the people are sickly
The presidential race and how it’s run politically
Beauty and science and history and mathematics
All by the bass note as it sounds that fantastic
We revere what William Wordsworth wrote and produce more ecstatics
As the oceans and rivers fill up with plastic
Daring souls on the edge of inventions and ideas
The whole on the ledge, financial systems in arrears
Climate change deniers red faced as the carbon emission clears
Interpol debased as the criminal network sneers
Apathetic resignation as life passes you by
Magnetic mutations as people begin to ask why ?
Frenetic contemplations as salt water flows from my eyes
Epic considerations as the elderly prepare to die
An evening with Shostakovitz and classical relief
An interim meeting with a dogmatic thief
A tight fit unit bringing Humanitarian Relief
A man that doesn’t know his own philosophical and spiritual beliefs
There’s a a path that is right and a path that is taken
As you arrive at your future self quite visibly shaken
There’s nothing left but what remains to be mistaken
And the epiphanies experienced as your soul begins to awaken
Copywrite 2023 Elizabeth Moroz
The weight has settled, a dull, persistent ache,
Not of a day, nor week, but of a life I make.
A life of struggle, of burdens hard to bear,
A tapestry of hardship woven everywhere.
The camper's walls, a constant, close embrace,
A far cry from the home I'd almost put in place.
Evicted dreams, like ashes in the wind,
A cruel betrayal, leaving wounds that mend...then rend.
My kin I shelter, sons and cousins near,
Their hungry faces, a love I hold so dear.
I feed their bodies, but their spirits crave,
A dignity, a purpose, that I long to save.
My music sleeps, unsung, unbought, unheard,
A silent symphony, a hopeful, whispered word.
The melody of survival, caught in my throat,
As empty pockets mock the dreams I wrote.
No friendly solace, just echoes in the void,
The hollow promises, the joy I've been denied.
I stand alone, a solitary tree,
Stripped bare by storms, for all the world to see.
The epilepsy's dance, a cruel, relentless sway,
It steals my senses, dims the light of day.
Each seizure a reminder of the chains I wear,
A constant battle, a silent, anguished prayer.
I scan the horizon, searching for a sign,
A glimmer of hope, a reason to align
My weary spirit with a strength unknown,
To rise above the mud, and claim a life my own.
Hello my name is David, just wanted to share a little about myself. I am 51 years old my life isn't perfect but who's is. Been writing since I was 10 I am epileptic. I put a lot of time and thought into my work, I also write music. I am disabled so I have a lot of time on my hands. Hope this doesn't disqualify me from contest, if so no hard feelings. Best wishes to my brother and sister poets.
Judging contests is unpredictable,
I get poems both lovely and quirky;
to disqualify is miserable,
sometimes, finding the contest theme- murky !
First, I evaluate for requirement,
dated, no names on poems and the such;
written creative or in alignment,
and does the poem when read- my heart touch !
Assessing and rating is very hard,
I must check the rules for the form chosen;
oh, which poem will be one, two or third,
does multi wins mean a rule is broken !
Never critical of a poets write;
I want to share not to put out a light !
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April 25, 2021
Poetry/Sonnet/Vagaries in Judging
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1349-548-25
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Judge not Lest ... Ye Be
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 05/29/2021
Second Place
it's so important to encourage our youth and let them know that we care
for it's a terrible thing to waste a child especially one that you reared
our children are our future, they're our living legacy
so be careful how you raise them up from their infancy
a child is a terrible thing to waste and this God understands
for the children are the continuous message for the foundation of modern man
so bring them before the Lord and tell them Jesus Christ is their Savior
love them, praise them and be circumspect especially with your own behavior
let them know that Jesus died so that they could have strength, faith and hope
let them know that His sacrifice will give them the means to cope
yet there are parents who raise their children by only providing material things
but the material things of this world will not cover everything
the only thing that a child can hold on to is love, hope and faith
so introduce them to the Lord Jesus Christ before it's too late
in the Bible some leaders in the church
of the children they seemed to discourage
but to be a true disciple of Christ
the Holy Spirit in them you should encourage
are you one who pushes a child towards greatness and their true destiny?
or are you a hindrance in a child's life denying them God's ministry?
the church should be a place of comfort, of prayer and a haven of peace
so don't push them out into the world where they'll become products of the street
where dreams are shattered, hope is crushed and belief is a liability
for it's a terrible thing to waste a child, the core of mankind's continuity
so call to remembrance the roots of faith that have always upheld your family tree
pass the baton of hope and belief onto your future progeny
don't disqualify them from the race in this journey we call life
equip them with the necessary tools
they'll need to become servants of the Lord Christ
open the doors to their hearts and put a spark in them
teach them the ways of Christ for it will sustain them in the end
it's a terrible thing to waste a child so give them love, support and concern
raise them up in the ways of God and to the streets they will never turn