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Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib,
but blubbers like a landlubber
at sea treading water donned with bib
(that doubles as yellow
spongy bobbing life jacket)
furiously doing doggy paddle
riding the next tidal wave
hoop fully washing me ashore to crib
if need be to dig an underwater channel
painstakingly slow drabs and drib.
The English language I simply adore
though offtimes methinks waxing eloquent
affects listeners as yours truly a bore
in record time flapping waxed lips
beholds one gordian
tongue tied knot major chore,
whereby I wanna bolt out figurative door
feeling deplorable and stuck
analogous to Eeyore.
Ache 'n to launch into a monologue
or chime into ongoing dialogue
me noggin off times generates brain fog
mental state mimicking one,
who quaffed an over abundance of grog,
which for this teetotaler would constitute
a mere thimble full of drink,
perhaps rum enhanced eggnog
just one sip and boing I go
topsy turvy as if a felled log
hit me over the head
rendering me unconscious.
Thus wood explain mine altered state
though unsightly gash on pate
battle scar leveled playing field
with the missus, 't other significant primate
supplementing and complementing
one aging long haired
pencil (vane ya) necked geek
being caged, yet free
to roam within human zoo
both, (née all) of us captive
on carousel of time
nsync with every other *****sapien
begot to participate in circle game.
All superfluous joking aside,
I strive to groom conversation,
whereby uninterrupted flow of words
(versus fumfering, hemming, hawing,
stammering, stuttering...), thine
general oral feedback paradigmatic guide
ever diligent to think
before I speak with pride
else I heep discourtesy
upon myself and chide
yours truly with harsh rebukes,
which maybe tantamount
going off the mountainside
plummeting into the abyss
engenders an unpleasant
metaphoric roller coaster ride,
and if crash test dummy doth survive -
upon gibbet he will be tried
punishment broadcast world wide
for flagrant horrendous verbal
egregiousness (waywardness) he belied.
INRI
Written: by Tom Wright
2/15/03
My thoughts aren't beyond God's knowing,
Neither my actions ever foreign to his eye.
He engenders time to hear the cocks crowing,
And when I'm tempted, understands why.
In tribulation, He's my much-needed hope,
His word, maps the path that I take.
No matter the conundrum, severity or scope,
He's there, feeling my every heartache.
His desire, that I give him my daily all,
As He numbers each hair and grain of sand;
He hears prayer, is if, at my beck and call,
While interceding from the father’s right hand.
The courage within...
a liberating, transformative impetus.
It engenders growth and makes people
stronger. Courage is the antidote to fear;
it turns ordinary people into extraordinary.
It shows people who they truly are
and what they're capable of,
if they aren't sure.
Courage lives inside everyone.
Some are aware they possess it in spades.
Some don't realize or recognize it in themselves,
but it does speak to one and all!
It's within YOU. It's that voice you sometimes
hear in your head, or in your heart, whispering...
"Feel no fear, grasshopper, you can do it!"
It's a powerful, motivating force daring people
to attempt the unthinkable, to control and conquer
their fears in the face of danger or adversity
Some people can bring courage out of you, too.
Courage lives inside everyone
Some are aware they possess it in spades.
Some don't realize or recognize it in themselves,
but it does speak to one and all!
N-A Re-run 11 Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Date submitted: 09/28/2020
N/A in "Courage" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date written: 09/08/2020
Your body all over mine.
Sinful, how it titillates me!
A billowing smoke, drifting
to an untold destination;
your silhouette dancing
against the fading light
of my dreams.
You taste sweeter than nectar
on my tongue. The mischievous smile
on your face, beguiling.
Your come-hither stare,
so passionate and seductive.
It brings me down to my knees
like an army surrendered.
That charm...that charm of yours
is like an intoxicating fragrance
That wink...that flirty wink
the intriguing intimation it bares!
Oh, how you tease me!
The heaven in your sighs
tranquilizes me
like a sedative.
The magic in your touch;
such fever it engenders!
You haunt my reverie
with your irresistible allure.
Date written: 06/26/2020
Pertaining to people of particular properties
who ignoring inherent danger
within minutes of first meeting
insist on telling every stranger
their personal preferences
and why they persist is beyond my ken
it never occurred to me to do the same in the past
however and in the hope my name it won't sully
the following admission is my first and last
altho' merely an instance of happenstance
as perceived I am as one with an arrow
conceived born and bred
in the bones to the marrow
I may be crazy as a loon
mad as a hatter
nuttty as a fruitcake
pick the one you prefer it doesn't matter
for at the end of the day I am who I am
in every way and all it engenders
and except in the face of a lady's love
this upstanding gentleman never surrenders
A paltry morning, bare of leaf.
Hours puddle
between the shallow bones
of a decaying season.
I lean against the truck for shelter,
yet prying winds
still slip sharp blades
through cringing ribs.
The gas nozzle gulps
as if it were drinking
not pumping.
I ponder the fact
that all gas stations in Ohio
are built inside a wind-tunnel.
The boxed undecorated donuts
were an impulse buy,
I scold myself...
am I that gray today
that I must eat only gray food,
nevertheless, they go home with me,
as if they were newly baked
and not manufactured from goo and dust.
On the way, I pass the newly dead,
four white headstones
in the local graveyard,
they stand out beside the
charcoal gray of the long planted.
Seems to me
that the newborns
are killing off the weak and elderly.
The gray poetry of disease
rides an arctic wind.
Supply and demand
engenders a stockpiling
of donuts, coffins and holes.
This is not a time for looking back
least a rear-view mirror
shows me the future.
Perhaps I will dunk the donuts
in deep black coffee,
pump a few bites into me
and not gulp,
but I know that as usual
I will gulp,
for I have many holes
to fill this day.
Make no mistake, in spite of 2020's terror, God's Mercy is being served on planet earth.*
Every morning, day after day, year after year, God's magnanimous mercies are endless.
Righteousness exalts nations, and its departure automatically engenders humiliation.
Rebellion is in the heart of man, and redemption lies at the core of the heart of God.
Yesterday, The Savior's birth; today, He lives; tomorrow, King of Kings-Lord of Lords returns.
Countries, emperors, kings, queens, presidents, premiers, dictators, Caesars, or czars.
History repeats itself because rulers seem unable to do things differently; God's way.
Reasons and rhymes, crimes and times keep turning like the globe of the world.
I do not anticipate nor expect lasting peace until the coming of The Prince Of Peace.
So it is written, so shall it be done; every knee shall bow to The Virgin born Christ Child.
The fulness of time is rapidly approaching, and neither your vote nor mine will stop it.
Mortal men, the whole breed of Adam's seed, have constantly fought against God.
And we are getting closer to the end than we ever realized, when Christ will rule.
Saints and sinners, popes and potentates, elects and elites; all will submit to Christ.
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*I pray that we will let nothing, absolutely nothing, take 'The Merry' out of our '2020 Christmas'
A full-gorged moon opens its illumined glare,
a limpid dementia with predatory eyes.
It enters bedrooms, cellars, attics
creeps into crawl-spaces,
follows us into slumber
to raise the bones of shipwrecked dreams,
and snare the unborn in their unformed wombs,
dark seeds are planted there
before any egg is laid.
A Luna light engenders
an iridescence of last-hope.
!t changes the stories told yesterday
into heart-breaking legends
on the cracked face of a celestial delirium.
In daylight some call out:
“Did you see that moon last night?”
They answer: “No, I must have missed it,”
but their crazy eyes tell a different story.
ah, shivers...
generously course through
my veins every time
i'm touched by you;
the all-consuming current
at the tip of your fingers,
earthshattering!
oh my, shivers...
i feel them strongly all over
they seize control of me
like a wicked fever each time
your lips softly meets mine;
kiss me over
and over again.
whoa, the shivers...
your voice engenders
make the floor
beneath my feet tremble.
whisper sweet nothings
into my ear again; one more...
to call it a night, my dear.
this very moment,
nothing feels...
more divine.
Date written: 03/10/2021
This is the season
For flying a kite.
Succumb to the wind
And indulge in delight.
Release enough string
So it rises with ease
And watch how it dances
And dips in the breeze.
With tail all a’flutter,
It tugs at its tether
To frolic with glee
In this blustery weather.
I don’t understand
In the midst of a fight,
Why someone will tell you
To go fly a kite.
It’s meant as an insult,
To vex and annoy,
But kite-flying always
Engenders such joy.
I guess some expressions
Fall far out of style,
For flying a kite
Is a path to a smile.
For Gwendolen Rix's "Lets Go Fly a Kite" contest
Thanks to Andrea Dietrich for being an inspiration and a kindred spirit.