Long Enterprise Poems
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Sound of sea is locked within seashell beached
Just lift a shell to your ear to hear sea sigh.
Morn is locked within dawns red sky horizon
Like flower bud bursts into daybreak.
Sap and sinew of living tree trunk
Is locking within its wood when cut and dried.
Knitters love and enterprise is purled into garments
Finger strokes coiled and entwined, locked within.
Photos frozen, snap shots, shuttered images frozen
Have memories locked within, auras that come to life when images viewed.
Locked within a diamond is flash of light and sparkles bright
Like a star it twinkles its light and shimmers at night.
Locked within a pebble on bed of stream are the clunks and thuds
That have ground it smooth during its passage downstream.
Locked within love locks padlocked to bridge
Is the hope that love locked up, cannot escape and flee.
For nothing is completely new since the big bang exploded
All things solid and spiritual have their birth and legacy locked within.
The threads of time's passage coiled and entwined
Locked within all matter until the end of time.
Everything has some within in tidbits locked inside
'Tis the within of things in lockets.
BLESSINGS ON GRADUATION
Fresh Graduates! Congratulations!
Blessings and admiration
for your hard work and achievement.
Crossed the first fence
showing clearance
to step onward on commitment
of new journey on path of life
challenging every strife
with dulcet dream
to the full brim.
Continue batting in your field
till your dreams are not fulfilled.
May be your motto ‘My Life is mine,’
to access success and to shine.
Modern Generations hold higher intelligence.
But old Generations have genuine experience
to guide and advice: You analyze,
choose and judge on new enterprise.
But respect instructions from elders
to strengthen your shoulders.
Have firm faith to progress.
Be truthful and fearless.
Honest effort endless:
God stays in soul to bless.
04/04/21
' A Graduation Blessing' Contest by BJ Legros Kelley
'All Yours (Apr 20) Contest by Brian Strand
Dampen talk in a hesitant time
Uncertainties of a procrastinating hour
Where life goes on … and on...and on
With some obvious happenings of the inevitable
Blemish talk only highlights the stigma of a stagnation
Where neither you nor I are able to be someone
Other than only living in a life of necessity
Those pernicious happenings go on with
the description of a disaster. With a lot of
Repetition of a traverse, repentant mind
Where we are blocked with
A roadblock and a sentry,
Always alternating,
Always calculating
The ingredients of laughter
Ambivalence is a residual reality
of the heavily guarded possibility
Still, there is love, there is a poem,
And there is a visage of heavenly affection
With an astral temptation of life,
Garnishing more and more along with;
Perhaps an enterprise of goodliness. With the
Threatening math multiplying the powerful zero.
Porthos Starshipbroken?
There was a dog on Enterprise
Whose smell T’Pol like to exorcise–
A beagle named Porthos,
On Capt. Archer’s bed, he would repose.
Where did Archer pick up this hound?
Did he get him from a futuristic pound
Where training was already acquired
So he would be starshipbroken as required?
It was left unexplained
And the audience never ascertained
How Archer did dispose
Of the poop from Porthos?
Would Archer find little gifts
After especially long duty shifts
From a pooch cooped in his quarter
Prompting a cleanup by transporter?
Would Porthos do like bad dogs
Leaving soft logs
On every deck
Entailing a crew shoe check?
Was the recycler used on his poo
To make it into a shoe?
Would you want to place your foot therein
Wondering what you’re stepping in?
When Archer gave cheesy snacks
Giving Porthos intestinal attacks
Who was blessed
With cleaning the mess?
Did Porthos have a litter box
Or did Archer give him hall walks?
All these questions here posed,
In Star Trek: Enterprise were not disclosed.
But lastly, there is one more complication
That I have considered with much consternation.
What really bothers me
Is where that poor dog did his wee?
Contest – Everyone Poops – Roy Jerden
07/29/15
the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush
ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress
of perspectives and the slow death from stagnation and frightening delusions
he had to traverse at all cost to kill the perilous onslaught of doubts and sorrow
he could barely see his visage in the pond below and was petrified by the image
his reflection resembled an oozing blemish towering over a mind on crutches
to dampen his sadness and escape from the overpass he jumped head first
but the rock pool sentry disallowed the attempt and bounced him straight back
spread eagled he landed where he had been in dismembered celestial formation
in astral denial of an easy route to disperse moribund comets of grave error
he was promised enterprise by his therapist for a healing journey and growth
who cautioned him that he needed to find for himself what path to take and how
his stepladder had broken and the rope tied itself into desperate knotted demise
secateurs were blunt from pruning neuronal pathways and he stabbed in vain
at helplessness and wished for a pick axe if only to lobotomize his rescue
or at least a shovel to burry his remains for worms and fungus to take care
his other option was to swallow nettles thorny thistles and his scornful jungle
to munch one by one all the obstacles which he had put in his way all by himself
maybe there were magic mushroom hidden or some foliage foiling descent
but with no such luck he gnawed at Self's temptation to throw up his downfall
24th October 2020
Eight Word Challenge 11
Sponsor John Hamilton
Dictionary in hand Bobbies
manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
a comma dated,
(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
Highland Manor wing - feted
via "FAKE" glitterati
creating surreptitious hated
surveillance monitor ring, which insulated
decked out starry eyed Starship
Enterprise surprise rated,
as an unbelievable well Spock kin
Duplicated Star Trek venerated
popular culture science fiction set piece,
where elderly residents waited
this other worldly architectural phenomenon
didst immediately outshine by alight
year among the original seven wonders
of the world prominant
as a buck toothed over bite
yet, didst camouflage top secret AngloSaxon
incognito missionaries delight
upholding correct language usage,
Thence trumpeting amidst
nonchalant onlookers as excite
mint hinted grammarians with listening devices
some flying unseen
as period size drones taking flight
other more sophisticated
electronic accouterments
dolled, gussied, issued with apostrophe
shaped flower buds scaling height
of cerulean sky, where blinding light
of a solar ellipsis, thus
arousing no discovered night
gallery suspicion during
feted occasion rife with polite
"FAKE" markedly questionable legatees quite
suitable asper The Art Of The Deal during
ribbon cutting ceremony,
and after words right
ting up citations slyly
slipped under windshield wipers
as the madding massed crowdsource,
would take dispersed out of sight
nonetheless echoes plenti chutzpah left
English figures of speech
uttering unstinting (quote unquote)
premature ejaculations,
eh so blandly trite
non-sequitur visited
by thee epic of Gilgamesh
for a dangling participle
during the split infinitive Sumer season
(exclamation point) no more to write!
Madame Bovary is the première novel of French writer Gustave Flaubert, published in 1856. It tells the melancholy story of the entitled marriage into a lackluster middle-class lifestyle that ends in tragedy.
Docteur Bovary: Blessed Are The Meek.
Yet was oft-mocked, a humble sort,
Subsist med recruit, 2nd strength,
Officier in Public Health grants.
Weds Dubuc, whom his mother grants,
Meets Emma Rouault whom his sort,
Héloïse dies courts Emma, strength.
A doctor of meager practice strength,
Is compassionate and bored grants,
Lacking enterprise ought to sort.
Clueless sort, strength was debted
Emma and grants's her owning
dalliances by various men
justified as being fate.
2020 February 10
Mirrors of society
they pick up paint brush and daub the colours of life on canvas
seeing vulnerability
pushing dimensions
and adding complexity to a simple shape by contour
shading objects to tell a story
these makers of image explore varied and vast directions
putting fingers to paint
and paint to surface
sometimes drawing from within
and often drawing from without -
they bespeak of endless trails of thought
and political aspirations
while telling tales of radient enterprise
just look and you will see
a riot of tints and hues
juxtaposed against
the backdrop of
imagination.
On Sunday mornings
just what does the world do?
Such a large population off from work,
services and breakfast complete
and greeted by the day bright, clear and sunny?
We set our sights on shopping, off to the mall
or hurrying to ball games,
some preset enterprise
well planned earlier in the week.
Even Sunday services seem hurried,
people barely able to contain distraction
from an hour set aside for prayer.
Some come late, some leave early,
some check their phones for messages or calls
while others whisper conversations and plans for the day.
God above must indeed be saddened
with the one hour compromised
by so many things more important than prayer
and reflection of the mind and soul.
So many Sunday mornings come and go
with little focus from the daily race.
The enterprise was doomed to irrevocable failure.
He looked at the board and re-examined his formulas.
The astral entities were too complicated for the earthly mind.
The fear of failure did not dampen his complicated theories.
Could it be that some abstract integral was escaping his perception?
The blemish of his calculations was just before his visage.
His aide looked on like a sentry never opening his mouth.
Then he noticed he had inserted the infinity symbol.
Where for Pete’s sake did that come from?
If he entered the machine and pulled the lever
What would be the result? The word leapt into his head.
It would be pernicious conclusion. So he desisted.
No man could traverse time to an earlier time.
8 November 2020
Placed 3
Eight word challenge 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton