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Donald Trump, Lemony Snicket ghost Spiro
Agnew, plus knowledgeable Jiminy Cricket,
all reliable, trustworthy sources, who
would never misinform gullible traveler
I know time to lather up
with poetic shampoo
so don't you dare ballyhoo
moost likely known
to garden variety wahoo
(When You Wish Upon a Star goo
whee lyrics aside...), particularly
following feedback haint "FAKE,"
just like this tattoo
on each posterior cheek
helping move doo doo
i.e. private business,
anyway pardon loo
pee wordplay, now lemme continue
though ye would would
much prefer I bid thee adieu,
ham back from the house of Pooh
ready with toilet trees
to vend off voodoo
intending to remain forthright to
finish explaining courtesy
regarding resultant google Moo
choe reputable homepage
search query... hallooo
thankfully helped rescue
me bogged down in Waterloo
curious about... any clue?
Yepper, what sound
do crickets make?
plus other esoteric tidbits to slake
thirst for aspiring entomologist
(may even know gossip where ache
key breaky hearts quake
'bout Josh and Drake)
yielded plethora web newpages
mainly concerning former,
whereat bottom cricket
wing covered teeth-
like ridges make
rough surface, and upper surface
of infinitesimal gliding anatomical feature
functions like scraper, hence rubbing
respective parts together doth create
chirping (“stridulating") soundcloud.
In the wee hours of the morning…from a place where dreams abound
while in the midst of a peaceful slumber I was awakened by a sound.
Realizing I was wide awake…and more sleep would have to wait…
I decided to discover the source of the sound…or, at least, investigate.
As I stepped out my front door I was greeted by an early morning breeze
and when I gazed up at the sky I saw stars twinkling through the trees.
The sound had disappeared in fact there was no sound anywhere…
It was one of those perfect moments where only silence filled the air.
The waning moon was attempting to bring a little brightness to the night
as the shifting clouds did their best to keep the picture black and white.
I stood absorbing the silence…captivated by the moment…mesmerized by the view
trying to savor every moment of the moment before bidding this moment adieu.
I am not a religious man…but even I recognized the sign…
that I was in the midst of something spiritual…
something sacred…
something esoteric…and divine.
Perhaps the creators made the sound to wake me up…to open my eyes
to encourage me to enjoy the birth of Easter morning before they asks the sun to rise.
And that is exactly what I did…I never went back to bed…
No…inspired by the morning I wrote this poem instead…
As a way of wishing you all a happy Easter…
as well as a peaceful and glorious day
Oh…and tomorrow
if the creator makes a sound to wake you up..
I suggest…you humbly obey.
Written: May 12, 2024 For Constance La France Contest
1. "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
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Across my soul, only words wave how I feel.
Blithely bond dwells in esoteric symbiosis.
Compassion soft touch, a salve of kindness.
Devotional spark shines brightly in our hearts.
Elysian hearts beat swiftly as we run closer.
Fastidious heart has dictated your destiny.
Gamboled, as it's you who the moon conveyed.
Healing hands; let me feel your pulse inside me.
Intricate hearts rise beyond souls' hope.
Jaunt whispering all that summer sings is you.
Kismet canorous night, I carry your heart in me.
Longing souls find solace in love—an ethereal sight.
Maunder, never stop till I sense your proximity.
Nebulous love rises, dancing as a bird in sky.
Ogle into my soul every time you cry in pain.
Pellucid love is a constantly shifting insight.
Quintessence depicts me as stuck in a quagmire.
Ravel to warm my heart when forlorn and outcast.
Seraphic, sublime smile and love without delay.
Triumphant divine bliss bursts in and consoles.
Unity's symphony, a powerful and clear choir.
Victorious souls emerge —overcoming all fear.
Wisdom whispers remain—a gift to cherish.
Xylophone tune with a silky caress and first kiss.
Yearning souls sip dulcet nectar on silky skin.
Zeal is for you alone, veiled in a dainty violin.
Hoisting passions fervid, probing celestial height,
Hypnotized we stood, enthralled in smile of June,
Caressing dreams flirtatious of a romantic night,
Reaffirming love, beneath the strawberry moon.
Pulsing beats heavenly, fantasies esoteric chased,
Thrilling realm of love, resonating deep in your heart,
Content in your embrace, as memories intimate traced,
Echoes of promises eternal, forever vows impart.
Seeing you rejoiced, snuggled in my loving arms,
Nary a cloud dared to encumber cerulean skies,
As you navigated sight through opaline sea of stars
Tantalizing flame of passion, sparkling doting eyes,
Having been wooed by mystical glimpse of Luna,
Proffering blush of aura, tantalizing romance,
Bedecking tints orange upon luminous rosy awe
Seducing stance-entranced of enamored glance,
Gazing with throbbing hearts, where desires croon,
Hypnotized we stood, enthralled in smile of June,
Humming melodies, in sync with the celestial tune,
Reaffirming love, beneath the strawberry moon.
Alterations Of Gommunications
Alterations of deep invigoration that pull me out of this dream
Calibrations of computations that numerically demean
Annotations of misco ordination that stifle their screams
Complications and celebrations as they misunderstand the meme
Hallucinations that are forced on you when reality is where you stand
Communications that are sad but true as your forced to play your hand
Condensations of a situation that just won’t get through as the poor take a stand
Commiserations for the chosen few who are now considered grand
Bipartisan confusion in places where there was once political reason
Artisan allusions that advocate for freedom
Partitions of dellusion that could be considered treason
Admissions of collusion that are beyond the call of the season
Barometric records that increase the temperatures around the globe
Geometric treasure found in nature that mathematicians constantly probe
Symmetric compositions that you never want to go
Esoteric inquisitions that are there for spiritual show
Mass communication that over saturates the order of the day
Crass enumeration that you never wanted to display
Alas this enunciation may not land in the right way
At least in the commiseration I have said what I needed to say
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
i invite within serenity
hum the sutra mantra
beckon sacred sanskrit roots
poised for chant and ritual
begin esoteric yoga
the soulful breathing in
of precious silence
awareness of universal energy
calm mindfulness awakening
aspirations of enlightenment
delve into zen meditation
in the shadow of a millennia
calling on all masters
who ever graced the world’s
monasteries and temples
seeking wisdom by osmosis
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 17, 2021 for contest WHAT BRINGS YOU PEACE sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 1ST
and March 18, 2021 for contest FRAGMENTS OF VERSE sponsored by JOHN LAWLESS - RANKED 13TH
I saw a buggy at the antique store today, its beauty unsurpassed!
I couldn't help but sit and muse awhile about its esoteric past.
It was shiny black with roll-up curtains to fend the stormy weather.
Its lone seat was hand-tooled in the finest of cowhide leather!
I pictured it being pulled by a svelte, fine-blooded horse,
Clad in silver embossed harness, the finest to be had of course!
Seated inside was a young swain with a beauty at his side,
Awaiting the right moment to ask her to be his bride!
Or maybe an old country doctor used it to visit the lame and sick,
Or to deliver a babe, tho' the roads were blocked by snow and slick!
Could a veterinarian have owned it, visiting far-flung farms,
Attending to the maladies of animals, easing farmer's alarms?
Perhaps a revered old pastor once used it to visit his fold,
To nurture languid souls and bring solace to the old.
Then there was the usual huckster prowling from town to town,
Selling snake oil and other elixirs, he of nefarious renown!
Who knows, it could have been used by such as Carrie Nation,
Wielding her axe, creating havoc while preaching God's salvation!
Whatever its past it now reposes in regal grandeur,
For folks to admire and about its past to conjecture!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Written: October 22, 2023 For Dilly Dally Tritina Contest
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Blooms swell akin to cynosure elixir
Emollient radiance scattering fragrance
Evanescent breeze enlivens a dreary day
Furtive forbearance fearing a fresh day
Swiftly lifted the hold of nostalgia with elixir
Felicity flavor fraught fugacity by elysian fragrance
Halcyon ease exudes of this gossamer fragrance
My mindset is primed to tackle another day
Seraglio lissome lagniappe mellifluous elixir
Elixir fragrance has sanctified my esoteric day
Under the moonlight, when shadows whisper the secrets of ancient spirits,
A thread of light dances in the darkness, guiding lost steps,
In the depths of silence, where dreams merge with memories,
A river of thoughts flows, carrying echoes of time and desires.
A solitary traveler through the vast cosmos, lost in the sea of stars,
I seek a hidden meaning in the heart of the chaos that surrounds me,
Esoteric symbols intertwine, forming a labyrinth of questions,
In which my soul searches for itself, seeking eternal peace.
Ritual repetitions of whispers soothe my cosmic loneliness,
While magical alliterations weave a hypnotic music,
Beyond the veil of reality lies an invisible universe,
Where ancient spirits watch and await my rebirth.
Through the mist of illusion, I feel the call of a lost harmony,
A symphony of the soul rising from abysses forgotten by time,
In every heartbeat, I hear the echo of my destiny,
A destiny written in the stars, a story unfolding eternally.
In the silence of the night, when dream and reality intertwine,
I find myself whole in connection with all that was and will be,
Like a Phoenix reborn from its own ashes, I embrace my path,
My soul sings the symphony of the cosmos, in an eternal reverie.
It was said I was born of quenched love,
almost vanquished by a storm along
the Red Sea in a din of gray November.
Wandering around dunes, a Maiden
kind housed me comfortably--
O she, laughing among lilies in the quiet
and wild current; nourishing my psyche
with keen sensibilities.
Time passed between rain and light,
as I crossed Earth and Heaven with a sacred
power of a growing woman that clutched
the mystery of unknown incidences…
And when bells of a day's time have played out,
visions sailed in my mind--
that our King drew counsel from my foresight
warmed by an esoteric fire that burned,
speaking of prophecies and omens vouched–
this higher instinct streaming from ‘ Maiden Mother’
who opened a celestial gateway that betook me.
So the tale of a Priestess newly arisen
where legend's moments fell on a gliding leaf;
a story half told of my telepathic gift
of mortal beings honoring me, ‘Sybil, Sybil’:
yet, though revered as a sage, my own destiny
was not mine to hold.
Not even where I truly came from.
Create A Character Contest
7/7/2017