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For years, we went for Chinese food
Most every Friday night;
Our sons, best friends both then and now,
Made sure that we’d unite.
But conversation always flowed
For Larry kept things fresh,
Ensuring that both kids’ and grown-ups’
Talk was sure to mesh.
From sports to work to politics,
The theater or the news,
His love of life from all his pores
Did readily effuse.
A diehard baseball lover
And an athlete from his youth,
A highlight of his childhood was
A catch with – yes, Babe Ruth!
His patients and his softball league
And friends kept life exciting,
But Larry couldn’t rest until
He’d published all his writing.
Just Stories is his legacy,
Of which he was so proud
And if you’d read a tale or two,
I’m sure that you’d be wowed.
Though Larry fought the bravest fight,
No matter what the cost,
The cancer finally had its way
And sadly, Larry lost.
I’ll not forget this gentle soul,
A caring, special friend,
Who brightened everybody’s days
Until the very end.
May a month when trees display their many tones and hues
Adorned in their best all new and fresh; trees dressed to impress
Cloaked in many shades of green like emerald, lime or chartreuse
May a month when trees display their many tones and hues
So many shades of green are seen of emerald I effuse
Vivid like the precious stone emerald green can stand alone
May a month when trees display their many tones and hues
Adorned in their best all new and fresh; trees dressed to impress
Written 7th May 2019
Contest: Celebrate May with a Triolet
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Strand Pick 6
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
A breeze is nice, but my advice
When temperatures are soaring
Is get inside where you can hide
And cooler air is pouring.
I guarantee that with A/C
Your mood will be improving
And you can do the normal things
Like standing up and moving.
For when I get a coat of sweat
I’m cranky and I’m sluggish.
An A/C blast will get me past
To where I’m almost smuggish.
When people name what they acclaim’s
The number one invention,
It’s cars or planes or P.C. brains
But what they rarely mention
Is B.T.U.’s, so I’ll effuse
On how they help with cooling.
Without A/C, well, woe is me!
(And really, I’m not fooling!)
Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to afternoon’s surprise..
wings golden butterfly's, squires sun clockwise,
ruddy west implies cocktail hour’s devise,
sunlight’s demise creeps in blueberry dyes,
plum, mango fraternize as prim-rose chastise.
Sunset complies sending signal-light fireflies,
Wake! indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
tantalize poets to romanticize.
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2017
~ First Place ~
Contest: Your Best Monorhyme
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Rhymes checked at (RY) rhymer.com
" ...betrayal begins with trust."
~ Quote_ Phish
Our trust presupposes expectation,
based on a script, being but delusion,
which is the root cause of our frustration;
betrayal plunging mind in confusion.
Love that’s true seeks no reciprocation
and so the fault line is egoic longing,
which over time becomes our fixation;
seeking somehow a sense of belonging.
If we accept all beings as they are,
recognising we’re but actors on stage,
we’ll always shine like a luminous star,
radiating bliss like a tranquil sage.
Let not betrayal, diminish souls light ~
May we effuse love by day and by night
22-May-2023
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Writing Challenge - B Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
If all writing is, indeed, a mere ruse,
Why do I need an inspirational muse,
or editor my syntax to masseuse
Mind's eye is vapid and obtuse;
My brain is calling an immediate truce
Inane pretenses no longer refuse,
and with sixth sense consciously fuse
Mundane fare is now abstruse;
Morose wit critics dare not abuse,
or for lack of purpose, design accuse
Metaphors, metonymies tightly noose;
Colloquial sayings, truisms freely infuse
Slang terms, archaic words out of use,
In remediated discourse common, diffuse
Choppy meter, bland rhyme schemes choose;
No rhythmic patterns, contrived forms to confuse
Do not need with limericks, riddles to bemuse;
Trite puns, silly jabs will laughter's tonic effuse
"Death is the beginning of life as life is the beginning of death ..."
Paul H. Yarbrough
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When the Bell will Chime for me
When the bell will chime for me to depart
I shall greet my journey with smiles on my face
With the fairest flame of faith in my heart
With a plea to shower on me His grace
With prayers, vigour to me to impart,
Yearning for the divine shrine to embrace
Imploring the Lord to pilot my flight
To the distant realm that is ever bright.
When the bell will chime for me for last time
Let no tears drip from eyes of close of kin
But their cheeks glow with rays of sunshine,
Let no sadness on their forehead be seen
But their lips effuse words of divine hymns:
Death is not end but source where new life springs--
For some it is freedom from illusion
And search for divine unification.
As a God-spark, mirroring His heartbeat,
my essence dwells in the cave of my heart,
where bliss refrains unendingly repeat,
etched in the vast void, as a work of art.
Prismatic refractions adorn the sky,
quite the same as a rainbow in full view,
effervescence of love that makes hearts sigh,
yet which can be savoured by but a few.
Childlike innocence alone holds the key,
to turn my heart’s lock, opening the gate,
transformed as a mist, those souls who are free,
must effuse pure love as they levitate.
My secret I share for those who can pair ~
Shining as love, light and bliss, self-aware