Long Dot Poems
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Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
Dot to dot conjoin
words we wish to coin;
splash in the ocean,
joy’s magic potion.
Soul's inspiration
shapes thought gyration,
to blissfully dance
in ambedo trance.
Our heart's pure intent,
grants the void consent
to forge words in shape,
leaving all agape.
Dot by dot so linked,
canvas now love inked,
by music patterns;
our night sky lanterns.
As thought flow resumes,
vibrancy assumes
heart’s unique flavours,
which our soul savours.
The curtain when drawn,
ushers a new dawn,
for each hue is new,
like the morning dew.
15-November-2022
Dot to Dot Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Polka dot flowers and polka dot bells.
Polka dot everything, for me and sweet Nells.
Polka dot hilarity. Polka dotted laugh.
Polka dot it is. Polka dotted calf.
Can you believe in my new spic span polka dotted world?
Polka dot magic, clean and quickly lovingly unfurled?
Polka dot skin, and I am one who should know.
Freckles and age spots, truly make me glow.
Polka dot dresses and polka dots on ties.
Polka dot magic in front of my green eyes.
Polka dots forever, let’s elect them president.
With a polka dot cabinet, who are heaven-sent.
Polka dot walls and polka dot floors.
Polka dot entities, from worlds rarely seen outdoors.
Polka dot eclipses, and brown and blue polka dotted eyes.
Polka dots on ants and polka dots on flies.
Polka dot flowers and polka dot bells.
Polka dot everything, for me and sweet Nells.
Contest: Polka Dots Written Jan 10, 2019 Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
What would we all look like ... with polka dots?
I am now ... the enemy
By simply being a white middle-aged man
I have now become the symbol of 'hater' and 'hated'
Is it something I have done?
No, because I am devoted to love and acceptance
The eradication of ALL hate is all I care about
It is my politics, my religion, and my sole social stance
No, it is simply because of a decision that society has made
A reflex response to political correctness
In deference to things done by a small section of hateful folks
Who LOOK like I do ...
It's nothing new, sadly, nothing unusual or rare
It's been done to every group of humankind that ever existed
And it was always a minority that created the angst
The select few who gave the rest a sore eye
I fear that this world will NEVER be able to purge hatred
Not so long as ANY differences exist between us
Skin color, eye shape, clothing, status
Differences are something to fear, it seems
And fear, we know, translates to hatred
Perhaps tomorrow would shine much brighter -
Perchance this world would spin much easier -
If we all woke up with polka dots
For at least then we would be alike in a way too obvious to ignore
And maybe, just maybe, the hate would end.
It would be no more crazy ...
Than the reasons we find now to separate us
It would be no more absurd ...
Than what we find on the news each day
No more ridiculous or insane ...
Than racism.
Written and submitted on January 22, 2019
For the "Polka Dots" Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
While gazing at the stars my girlfriend said, “I love you, Billy,
The heavens are ablaze for us, does that sound kinda silly?”
I smiled and said, “No it does not,
It’s like a stellar dot-to-dot,
And don’t you think that constellation looks quite like a willy?”
*
Was in the tattoo parlour, there were samples up on easels
I love my furry critters so my tattoo will be weasels
An appointment they had not
So I did a dot-to-dot
Upon the owners son who had a nasty case of measels
*
My girlfriend is so gorgeous that she has me tied in knots
Last night I did some dot-to-dots but then she got the hots
My steamy topless Miss
Said, “Hey boy, puzzle this.”
I said, “That won’t take very long as there are just two dots.”
*
This cryptic dot-to-dot is such a masterful creation
The latest puzzle trending in this puzzle-crazy nation
With no number by each dot
Had to guess the path to plot
Until an angry man said, “Oy, don’t draw on my dalmation!”
17 November 2022
Contest: Dot to Dot
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
The nascent fiery dot
in the sunburst dawning horizon
spans the sapphire sky,
driving the dazzling day
on the transient transit.
The spent sun sinks
as the blazing golden point,
the last flare gleams the end,
completing the dot to dot connection
in the lattice of time continuum.
The disguised designer of destiny
creates an intricate pattern
with bewildered specks of being,
getting joined in the journey
to make the motif of existence.
In the ordained matrix of my life,
I consumed my time to connect
the disparate dots of self,
configuring the contours of me,
waiting to conjoin the last dot.
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December 11, 2022
For Brian Strand's Contest No. 1180
I have never seen colors like this in the sky!
They are brighter by the minute as I see
My mother gave me this umbrella to stay dry
So I came out in the rain and took it with me
This bench lifts me higher, as if I am tall
I wonder where all those colors go to?
Maybe, I can reach the rainbow after all?
If only I could fly, like the birds that flew
I don’t care about running to play now
The sky is playing above me, colors to see
I don’t want to leave or miss something, somehow
I am happy, here on this red bench beneath me
Heidi Sands
9/25/17
Placed 3rd in Red and White polka dot umbrella contest. Sponsor: Eve Roper
What do you do
when your head feels like
a million pounds,
your chest is buried
underground,
where worms and slugs
and filth abound,
and rocks compound overhead,
compounding a heaviness
which even the heaviest cannot heave.
Where mere moments make a millennia
of torment -
For sleepless nights
make endless days
and endless days make immortality -
And mine is underground
Far
Far
Underground
Where hell itself resounds
in my head,
and my screams shriek in silence,
drown out by fear.
And breath escapes me.
Where stillness surrounds me,
and turmoil wins
ever winding,
wondering when I might
snap
Please,
I cannot
don't let me
go back...
OH, MAN….I hope she finds that pot-o-gold
she moves OK for one so old
From my “leprechaunish” bench
a gentle rain to slowly quench
soft thunder clapping a cappella
while staying dry ‘neath my umbrella.
Short legs support an impish grin
under a polka dotted whim
of rainbow’s end and colored arc
spanning the realms of light and dark,.
The thrill of finally catching me
rewarded when you set me free.
Upon a bench an elf so short
under a cone of polka dot
I really hope she finds that gold
as ancient myths grow slowly old
protected by the story tellers
red and white polka dot umbrellas.
©9/21/2017
submitted to – Red and White Polka Dot Umbrella – Poetry contest
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i hear'd thuh sound
uv
chipmunks
mine thought
yet
leaf'n through thuh
wood sorrel
thuh
shamrocks
for her
4leaf'd clover
were yesss
hern purty
so pretty
in her red frock
glitter'd with
white dots