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Push-ups
A lyric/acrostic ~> an acrolic
The rules to this acrolic is to rhyme the same way in verses 1 and 2, then the bridge does its own rhyming scheme. V.1 and pre-chorus is considered an acrostic and v.2 and pre-chorus is also considered an acrostic. The rest of the poem (the bridge) is the first syllable of the word in acrostic form.
V.1: P- Plenty of sunshine, come what May
U- Understand that I’m tired of liberal-conservative politics
S- Shame on me for saying it today
H- Hanging out with the buddies without taking any selfie pics
Pre-chorus: U- Underestimated by scars and shown to be happy
P- Pretty much, I’m appalled by the stars and so free
S- So free, clean and sober from my addiction of painstaking infliction
Chorus: P- Pleasure-embarked
U- Under
S- So much
H- Hushed pressure
U- Understand my ups and downs
P- Please
S- Show me the way
V.2: P- Pain and shame, I can wish it away
U- Unless I pray it wouldn’t affect me — six times six
S- Shameless and sheltered today
H- Not feeling a seven times seven, but I need a fix
Pre-chorus: U- Underestimated by scars and shown to be happy
P- Pretty much, I’m appalled by the stars and so free
S- So free, clean and sober from my addiction of painstaking infliction
Chorus: P- Pleasure-whelmed
U- Under
S- So much
H- Hushed pressure
U- Understand my ups and downs
P- Please
S- Show me the way
B: P- Plenty of room to push yourself forward, feeling mellow
U- Usage of peace would be necessary
S- Shine on and on like a tranquillity bird, shimmering yellow
H- Honoring myself, paying homage freely
Through dreams in purple and infinity, where ceaseless yearning throbs,
A voracious dance of constellations, through my veins relentlessly flows,
It's an ode of bodies, igniting with touches, in boundless love aglow,
And each whispering of fingers murmurs questions, summoning angelic shows.
I embarked on a marathon of the senses, an Aphrodite's myth softly spoken,
An act unending in stirring closeness, without any halt,
From the first spark that marks the rebirth of a universe, expectation unbroken,
Until attraction lets down its curtain, and longing gradually retreats into anonymous calm.
In this mystic interlude, with psalms of rustling, with gazes mated in secrecy,
A promenade of fierce emotions, where time forgets to tick in dialogue,
The sacred deed unfolding before us, evidence of existence shared only by two, with guilt's decree,
And every breath or blink, maxims of keen pleasure, reign over a divine hour, a clear prologue.
Ah, but as you step into a temple of love, beware, for the heart you might lock,
When the music of the body ignores the breaks, or crescendos piercing the chamber's wall,
Yet, true mastery, nurtured in youth, is to sing with relentless resource,
To extend the prelude, an act of magic in flesh and feeling, more delicate than any ballad's call.
To live this perpetuum mobile of love, with fervor that burns etheric,
Is a risk we embrace, for beauty is peril, and love is the master key,
In this game stretched over years, where the final is merely a chapter, not an ultimate decree,
We remain captives in a symphony of pleasure, everlastingly durable, where each touch unfurls poetically.
~ A Monorhymed Fantasy ~
A virgin maid of twenty-nine
angelic face, most benign
Sought the life of the front lines
her upbringing undermined...
Two devilish, slack-jawed canines
leaped at the cowering feline
Antagonistic, their bloodlines
simmering in rancid brine...
Camouflaged prone, not supine
a-slither and a-serpentine
Amidst the poison ivy vine
fangs redolent of red strychnine...
Her pipedreams of bootleg moonshine
no street-grade heroin to mainline
Cannabis the new gold to find
cheaper than a sapphire mine
Armed with wings of cypress wine
embarked for distant shorelines
As she touched the finish line ~
vanished was the Temple Shrine
Now the journey to salvation, I have embarked
God I will trust, for he is truly a loved one
A little bit of light, to see me through the dark
While repenting my sin, before it's said and done
While the years go by, my life I will rectify
It is only me, that can turn my wrong to right
Through the evil, I will try to turn a blind eye
possibly then, I can rid some of this contrite
My journey continues, as I learn life's lessons
Mistakes I will make, praying none will bring me wraith
I'll Find other ways, to express my emotions
Even when times are tough, I will not lose my faith
I will pick myself up, every time I may fall
Win or lose, I'll never stop giving it my all
5/5/2017
One August morning, waiting for those birthday presents,
Then with no warning, down stairs came my parents,
And with them came a special surprise,
Our family was ending , due to lies.
Divorce was the word of choice,
Pain in my fathers voice ,
Too young to understand,
Why this was being planned,
Ever since this damn event,
My family has grown more distant.
Soon after mom was gone,
My eldest sis embarked upon,
A journey of her own.
My other sis went with mom,
All alone with dad .com,
Stayed with him a couple of years,
Soon followed the steps of my family peers,
I feel bad for leaving,
Left my father , alone and grieving,
Why should I be the one to stay,
When it comes down to it, were all grey,
One day maybe we,
Can once again be family.
He plied the Mississippi River on the paddle wheeler 'Dandy Dame'.
Gamblin' was his profession and three-card monte was his game.
He became very creative at palmin' that elusive ace of spades.
Such dexterity and sleight of hand he had practiced for decades!
He embarked in Saint Louis for a cruise to the town of New Orleans.
On his arm hung one of his gaudily dressed bordello 'queens'!
He wore diamond rings on each finger and impeccably tailored suits,
A homburg hat, pearl studs, gold-tipped cane and alligator boots!
He toted a concealed derringer just in the event there was trouble,
And he took a table near the door so he could lam on the double!
He ordered Jack Daniels bourbon for the dudes he was soon to con,
And sized up the naive and hapless victims who dared to take him on!
The gambler let others win a hand or so to make them feel at ease.
His shill closely watched as the gambler, his moment was to seize!
His winnin's piled up as bettors tried to locate the shiftin' ace.
Losers dropped out of the game and other suckers took their place!
One astute monte player saw the scam and called the gambler's hand.
He drew his forty-fours, chairs toppled and folks fled to beat the band!
The gambler drew his rod but he met his God, blood oozin' on the floor!
His sobbin' 'queen' clasped him to her breast to know his love no more!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Paula Swanson's "Pick A Card, Any Card" Contest - Jun 2011
We met during the war on this now famous sunny isle
Like a moth to a flame, was her infectious smile
I was in the Navy, stationed aboard an MTB
Keeping shipping lanes open, for the Mediterranean Fleet
Whilst the war years progressed you could sense the islands bravery
Heavily bombed and damaged, under threat of Axis slavery
Although we lived amidst, we could only marvel at their spirit and guile
They fought hard for their liberty on that famous sunny isle
I'll never forget the times, endured during this terrible war
Camaraderie became their strength, for what they had fought-en for
Simple life went on, amidst the cafes and the bars
My new found love from this famous sunny isle, became my married dove
We still recall the radio broadcast, declaring that war is over
As we headed back to my homeland, to Scotland and live in clover
The day that we embarked, many a tear fell from our eyes
Looking back at this famous sunny isle, under peaceful azure blue skies
Many a word we spoke, whilst we sailed to Southampton Port
Now demobbed, to a civilian, hopefully the war mongers are brought to court
Although the war years showed their horrors, respect was never far away
This famous sunny isle, wears the George Cross in deserved display
Heading home to Scotland, past fields in harvest bloom
This proud Royal Navy sailor, with his bride and he a groom
We cried as we passed the war torn, not only was it the famous sunny isle
For the war had been so expansive, in it's putrid inhuman vile
We settled on the West Coast, amidst the heather and the glens
Bringing up our boys, praying they'll never be fighting men
Many nights we stayed up, answering questions of our past
From that famous sunny isle, our true love would always last
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php
I’ll exit in quiet and angst-hastened steps
Over the sanded dust on that jinxing floor;
And with well-metered gait soon shoot out
Into a sea of blank faces beyond the door.
I own I must pity each unspeaking grain
Of sad earth asleep under my agile feet,
Unaware of those heavy strides of pain,
Resolute where tears and anxiety meet.
I nurse a weird thought that I’ll encounter
An intolerably inquisitive eye as I saunter
Past every low stretch of panicky ground,
Curious whereto my swift legs are bound.
It will be a hastily embarked on walk to far
Climes cast between two impossible walls:
Meanest Fate on dim life's left-handed end,
Luck posted on shinier side of such fracas.
At seven-thirty in the chilly morn’s breeze,
I’ll roam wherever Destiny’s winds please!
Written: August 5, 2026, for a contest by Brian Strand
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Artist Synopsis: Inspired by Edvard Munch, this ekphrastic work explores "The Sick Child," depicting a mother at her bedridden daughter's bedside.
her pallor smolders with fever
ethereal star ensnared
flickering amidst orbs
in hospital harsh haunted husk
her mother's vigil-worn hands
charting the astral lattice
each breath a star-shivered
seraphic benison—
soft-spun in starry status
ceiling cannot c o n s o l e
painter stands at the threshold
brush astral-shivered presciently
nebula silhouette of imminence
his sister's silence
moon-murmur mantled in mind mist
mother ministering miasma
mirrored in her mute mothering
blue room breathes its borrowed time—
but no hours borne in benediction
but layers brittle... blooming...
memory manifold memory
until astral air—
harbors hard-to-handle hazy halo
painter revisits bedside vigil
consecrating grief in cobalt
then cerulean
then ultramarine,
until silence found its color—
until blue could bear
what blood could not
child tilts toward our blue hush
pale as fledgling frostlight
her gaze a frail... flickering... frontier
fetching farewell & forever
between earth and art
behind her... mother bends
like a prayer half-remembered—
pale benediction blooming in the blue hush
everything falling—
time... breath... hope...
blooming downward
like frost-born f e a t h e r s
this is how grief becomes light—
not healed... nor forgiven...
but given enduring form,
a luminous presence
that outlives the hour
outlives its own pale hush
blue room bears witness
bright with buried breath
bereavement becomes blessing
& flame forbids forgetting
a fathomless... fire-forged haven
where ephemeral... evanescent eternity
embarked on an eternal expedition
summoned silently... sketched in stillness...
where silence
found its forever in g l o w
Mirror of life reveals
we’re more than mind-body,
labelled as somebody
but love and light that feels,
not egoic thoughts shoddy.
Mirror of life reveals
heart’s desire to expand
into a joyous land.
When soul before God kneels,
our wish is His command.
Mirror of life reveals
that we’re not the knower;
God is the bestower.
By grace, our heart soon heals,
on making thoughts slower.
Mirror of life reveals,
when head and heart agree,
our blissful soul is free,
drenched in God’s ideals,
embarked on earth life spree.
04-May-2022
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon