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Written: April 7th, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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When the river ascends, a vow holds true
beyond the dawn, rarest jewel
Resting hearts discover solace in dual
the suspenseful glimmer of love’s hue
Treasure life, abscond the fool
spoke the king to his queen with pompous glee
An eclipse unexplored, together we foresee
In shadow shiver, life delicate rule
The sharp edge of remorse is keen
commitments made beneath a sunlit, raw day
Birds turned with their wings to the bay
spirits are lifting where ambitions glean
Joy colors the sky in spring, so organic and few
gentle breezes carried dreams of fresh dust
Endless happiness, a hint on canvas will rust
an oasis was discovered as shadows withdrew
Connoisseur Of Ethnic Cuisine
Theme seems apropos during Holiday FancyFeasts despite the plethora of – in my opinion witching hunting - reputable male personalities suddenly accused of sexual harassment after substantial time. Yes granted so the unexpected name dropping felt like a bomb shell towards chaps, this baby boomer mwm would never suspect, point the finger, or accuse, especially one former Norwegian bachelor farmer from Lake Woebegone.
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Though anonymous and hardly
a substantially sized mwm baby boomer
(which dual disadvantages partly explains
lack of ubiquity among claque of cooks, yet hoop full
to get attention from some well fed dame
many popular rotund gourmands l'chaim tame
their hungry beast – wa hood put me to shame
vis a vis consuming in their one meal,
what yours truly eats in a lifetime,
none of those celery buddies,
whom this non television watcher can name
seen on any selective cable channel,
I still revel in writing while
on the hunt
(during Red October) for a meme
poetry and prose, and decided
to introduce myself quite lame
with NON GMO marginal uptick
in any sudden fortune or fame,
yet t'would be pleasantly syrup prized
if interest
from potential mistress didst exclaim
desire to enjoy a repast, though
said hypothetical gal need
not be a high society dame,
and if perchance such just desserts
came via the kitchen maiden kitty,
versus kit chin middens
no boastful claim
would be uttered by me,
her intellectual company satisfactory aim.
There’s a mallard in a small pond,
and I see him sometimes out there,
paddles around the still waters,
bereft of any greater cares.
Sometimes I watch him disappear,
diving down for fish or for snails,
then resurface long yards away,
seemingly devoid of travails.
Cares for nothing but feeding and
impressing this season’s new mate,
sporting a sublime head of green,
existing in a simple state.
The thought sometimes appeals to me,
that basic beast intelligence,
frees them from the stress and worries
that accompany sapience.
No existential fear or dread,
no great ideas cloud up the mind,
there’s no worries for the future,
and no morals good or malign.
Freedom from the weight of it all,
not a single bill they must pay,
I wounder if it makes some sense
to evolve to live in that way…
But then I do remember that
an eagle circles overhead,
and if it cannot find a fish
it swoops down, and the duck is dead.
I recall that the foxes might
sometimes sneak on down to the shore
and eat his children in the nest,
or his mate if they want some more.
I know that he has no real home,
his species cannot plant its feet,
the winter comes and he must fly,
if not he’ll either starve or freeze.
I understand that if he’s hurt
no one will help him to survive,
he cannot make any mistake,
if he does he will surely die.
And no one will remember him,
they’ll just see his carcass as food,
vultures feasting on a body
just seems to me all sorts of rude.
Sitting safely within my house
it points to truth I can’t avoid;
our human world ain’t always bad,
nature heals…but also destroys.
"The Pranration Trophy"
And The
"SaddleSteak Trophy Show"
14 man tournament.
first round winners get
a chance at being managed
by a World Class Pro Manager
with a contract. Multi-League
involvement.
The winner will be crowned
champion and will be number one
contender
in Six leagues.
and will be Secondary champion in
"Pro World Wrestling Company"
the Dual Championship trophy
can be defended in different
leagues that are willing to promote
the match. Whether the champion
is a free agent, under contract
or in negotiation with a company
the Championship
can be defended as part of his
recognition as Champion.
The Champion purse is due to
be announced. And it's said
that this Trophy is the stepping stone
to the Worlds Championship in
many leagues.
Presto Position runner -up
Pretissmo Champion
He always tends to say he doesn't care,
But I let him ramble his woes into the air.
Since we met, he tries keeping composure,
Til he let his emotions have more exposure.
I loved his cool, rational side so instantly,
Though he'd at times respond frustratingly.
He is quite the modest, honest character,
But he is like me: an eccentric, but cleverer.
I finally found out more of his true nature:
He is so loving, profound, wise, and mature,
But ready to cross lines which are blurred.
I admire how he talks when he feels stirred.
In love with this man also of contradiction:
He is a mirror of my own dual disposition.
Him opening up makes me lose my tension,
His everything is worthy of all my devotion.
Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink
Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers
of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North American songbird,
Dolichonyx oryzivorus)
pushing survival species
to extinction brink,
thus series of unfortunate events
woke resident chewink
(North American bird,
Pipilo erythrophthalmus
also called: towhee
or ground-robin),
tweeted from within
his cozy armoire chink
polar vortex froze habitat,
whereby arctic wind found
brushy areas to clink
unwittingly brambles ferocious
waving circular rotation
wrought minuscule countersink
eh, no bigger than a cufflink
his ornate bejeweled complex edifice
compliments of sizable income
allowed, enabled, and provided
opportunity in tandem
with significant other
to create acronym named dink
(dual income without kid)
acquiring handsome combined income
rendering and selling stylized goldfinch
also known as distelfink
common motif in
hex signs and fraktur,
which interpretive native folk art
eye state meaningless
without rhyme nor reason,
superfluous gibberish by George,
and/or...well... courtesy
following more purposeless gobbledygook
defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink
intelligently nsync with downlink
playfully, jauntily, and deliberately
creating confounding badinage eyewink
at thee, no doubt many
an anonymous innocent
reader calling me ratfink
under their breath or more
colorful brutal appellation
inducing cheeks of unknown followers
turning fifty plus shades of firepink
moost definitely concurring gink
perfectly apropos description
concluded individually versus
collectively, quickly, and
unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink
I approve this entire message, which
most likely tinders pet peeve,
concluding GoDaddy liberally did hoodwink.
Earth life, a hard school, dark desire cesspool,
Senses externalised, all objects sized,
No wonder then, we behave like a fool,
Truth dawns, when by Holy Spirit baptised.
Ego controls thoughts, so we’re ill-advised,
Body hormones rule, our instincts cruel,
Bemused by illusions, fleeting goals prized,
Earth life, a hard school, dark desire cesspool.
All hope seems lost, feral lust’s our fuel,
Though conscience speaks, as God Himself disguised,
We heed Him not, behaving like a ghoul,
Senses externalised, all objects sized.
Hypnotised by thoughts, our soul’s paralysed,
Chasing rainbows, we continue to drool,
Game of shadows leaves us demoralised,
No wonder then, we behave like a fool.
Discerning cause of pain, as pulse dual,
We cease thought flow, that ego’s vaporised,
Thoughts reassigned to their role as a tool,
Truth dawns, when by Holy Spirit baptised.
In timeless time, God within’s realised,
Heart lotus blooms, revealing soul’s jewel,
In-form polarities are stabilised,
Our free will’s liberated for self-rule,
Earth life, a hard school.
05-June-2022
A RONDEAU REDOUBLE POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
I'm a flower; I stand tall and primp for the world to see,
As a blooming princess, I incur both acclaim and glory.
Shaking shyly under a whimsical sky in dull tree stumps,
Soft melting snow vacuums up my tumescent clumps.
Eastward, where the eagle's feathers spread for flight,
Glow magnifies, bidding farewell to the fading twilight.
Once the days lengthen, they grow rosier and warmer,
Wintry endless dullness for my darling little charmer.
Paving the way for brighter days and lifting the spirit,
Vivid illumination, glowing embers, ruby, and pure merit.
Vibe shone in dual heat, a starry sky coated in sublime,
As stirring winds sate the slight cold, of ululating time.
Awe-inspiring bliss at the first arrival of spring thrill,
The morphology of the blooms on the saffron daffodil
Ritzily jasmine, eerie whispers ripple across the woods,
Spring, my lover, spills my soul in its pacific moods.
Fields of color bloom with bright joy, in ribald delight.
Narcissus competes with tulips for greater height.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 19, 2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
In the anchorage of the mundane mind,
detached from the principled roots of sanctity
by the dislodging drive of sequential desire,
untamed instincts shroud the senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of immanent emotions drags the mind
into the fathomless inner depth of deriding abyss.
Beneath the sensual surface of mortal perception,
the mind transitorily shapes the innate images
on the fleeting screen of spreading awareness,
shifting beyond the limits in search of new sensitivity
within the quintessence of unique existence,
the construct of sublime elements of divinity.
In the realm of existential dualism,
with the dark and depraved attributes,
irreducibly distinct from the righteous potency,
human being breathes as God’s generous gift
the divine breath of the devout life,
the intrinsic source of creativity for love and altruism.
The enlivening inner window of enlightenment
lets inside the sacred sunshine of seminal virtue,
highlights the positivity of the persistent psyche,
enhances the defining strength of the spirit,
flowing with the fountain of generosity and empathy,
that finds the cathartic pathway of spirituality.
The spiritual journey is a trying translocation
from vice to virtue to the high stratum of consciousness,
achieved by the introspective dissolution of the boundaries
of the rigid thoughts through transcendence.
As the separation of outside-in and inside-out dissolves,
intrinsic virtue permeates the non-dual awareness.
When the immanent emotions bloom as radiant lotus,
the soul contained within the limits of acuity
finds freedom to merge with the transcendent consciousness
of divine oneness, and fusing with the supreme,
embellishes the sublimated life with heavenly adornment.
The absolute then assimilates the liberated atman.
In history of long ago
of flying aces heroes
their is a name forgotten today
happily it remains that way
The Yellow Baron he was known
but as a pilot he never flown
The Yellow Baron was afraid of heights
so during battle he never once took flight
Medals of valor so many did he receive
saluting he slapped himself making his nose bleed
And when they pin a metal on his chest
he would faint and fall in a tangle mess
His plane always a mean clean machine
for in battle it was never seen
First in his plane ready to go
but on the runway his plane so slow
when he finally got to the end
the battle was over before his flight begin
His uniform always neat and pressed
eating in the mess hall he was the best
Mumbles of cowardice and a yellow spine
if asked to dual he would faint so decline
When war was over and victory won
promoted for not a shot hit his plane not one
And so the heroic tale of the Yellow Baron ends
in truth known to all it never once begin.