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"Oh, hi",said an old granny,
Her ashen face lit up with a wide smile,
I greeted her back but with melancholy,
As I was feeling low for quite a while.
She instantly asked, "What's wrong, my child?"
I was already downcast and told her the reason my day felt mild.
I hesitantly enquired- "Why is life so damn tough, granny?"
To which, she answered- "Life is beautiful but one might, at times, feel uncanny.
Life is undoubtedly an adventurous ride,
Some days you feel low, the other days, your face shines with pride.
There's no secret to excelling at it, as you may ask.
Just learn the lessons along the journey, with each coming task.
The most significant lesson is to work hard and keep yourself on track,
Because only your diligence and consistency will help you learn the hack.
Teenage is tough but remind yourself what makes you unique,
Whatever it may be, could be your humor or even your physique.
You shall come across a number of people and they will all teach you something,
Just go with the flow, remember it's your life and you surely are its King.
One important aspect is to learn to deal with failures,
Cuz, you, my dear should know they're not there to steal your laughters,
Rather, treat them as an inevitable part of the journey, to teach you where you lacked,
It could be possible that there were loopholes in your prep and hence you slacked.
But whenever you fall or hit the rock bottom,
Make sure to rise from the ashes although you might already feel numb.
Winning or losing at your endeavours are a part and parcel of it,
But when you start afresh and try again to reach greater heights is when you can say you fit.
Even Darwin proposed the idea of survival of the fittest,
Facing the ordeals of life and overcoming them will make an ordinary man the greatest.
Learn to find little pleasures in whatever you do,
Cuz one fine day, you'll realise how quick the days just flew.
Being content and healthy is the greatest asset,
Without good health, one faces a treacherous threat."
"Thank you dear granny, I feel better already!", I said.
Smiling at me, an astounding aura of positivity, she spread.
I waved at her to wish her a goodbye,
Hoping I could meet her again and her lessons I could comply.
Ever since the times of enlightenment obfuscating harmonious balance
Romantic love has taken a back seat in the absurd theatre of minds
My light my mind my empathy bonds and my unconditional passion
have been shrouded in darkness have tainted romance and creation
Empiricism from the age of so called reason certainly towers over
inclinations and feelings burrows deeply and undermines emotions
Ever since Freud investigated libido and death wish attempted to
establish a science from Id’s superb battle with Ego and Oedipus
separated phallus and **** retention from sucking up oral tradition
we have been seduced by scientific dogma and lust for the vice of logic
Like Mephistopheles debating a Faustian pact with layers of devil
we pay tribute to Descartes who doubted his incredulous doubts
The clever guys investigate Philia measure orgasms and pleasure
take delight in quantifying empathy bonds hail to measurability
In perverse contradictions to faith and belief even Agape has been turned
and tossed over on spread sheets excelling in proof beyond reasonable qualms
Call me ancient and backward and taint me with the label of idealism
pour tar over my feathers hang me quarter me and try to remove my heart
Yet here it stands tall in celebration and without schism of ambivalence
transcends into every aspect of life and peace loving kindness’ compassion
Let me call it romance and pure love apart from sex and carnal desires and
let it be known that those amorous French guys in vernacular fashion
defined it as 'verse narrative' alluded to stories from creative excitement
I love you my lover and friendships adore my children like to be playful
seek kind connections and empathy do not discount altruism as a ruse
But I have this relationship with books emerge from ex libri in fancy and art
They are friends dear to my soul they talk to me evoke the whole palette
of stretching my life on a canvass of marvellous beauty and fascination
and when I engage with words and with pages they start to listen to my love
Charted performance has little place in my essence whereas reading enchants me envelops and embraces my spirits makes me whole and can’t tear me apart
I know that at times it feels that all our lives
are about high crimes and misdemeanors.
But all of life is about space and time; and all
of earth's creatures occupy and move in space.
Our earthly abode, set in motion by God, journeys
along the beats of time and seems so brief, so limited.
Although in the course of our lives,
many batons are handed off from
other people to us, life is not about
a team winning or losing in a relay race.
Rather, this journey of life is about each of us
individually excelling in the purpose of glorifying God
and crossing the finish line in God's Gracious timeline.
Riddled with many adversities, complexities, and uncertainties,
Our journey begins at birth from which we head for our destiny.
Many are the highlights shedding light on the highways of our lives.
Along the way, we experience both the thrills of victory and the agonies of defeat.
Astronauts are sent into space in spacecrafts developed and designed to bring them back. Whether the goal is to perform experiments and run tests in space or to land on a planet, returning home is the ultimate destiny; and everything in between is a part of the journey.
Sometimes the most crucial part of the space journey is breaking through the heated atmosphere on the return to earth. Unless success is achieved in life's challenging areas, the journey to our destiny remains uncertain, and the mission itself could be a failure. However difficult, the journey must continue. If Journey were a personality, it would be married to destiny for a lifetime. Journey on.
091121PSCtest, "J" Contest, New or Old, Constance La France. 2P
Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever (Toller)
To “toll” is to dance like a fox
Luring mallards or teals to the rocks
Where a hunter’s awaiting
What the dog has been baiting
Scaring duckies right out of their jocks
The Old English Sheepdog
I’m partial to dogs that are shaggy
That are goofy and sweet and not naggy
They only see good
From their eyes under hood
So it’s sad that their tails aren’t waggy*
*Like Boxers, their tails are docked
The Papillon
Considered more missy than mensch
(Butterfly’s the translation from French)
In private is seen
With a king or a queen
And in public with Dame Judi Dench
The Pekingese
At a Cantonese restaurant with luck
One can still find some things for a buck
But imagine my shock
When the place down the block
Ran a special on Pekingese duck
The Petite Basset Griffon Vendéen (PBGV)
Le Basset tres Petite Vendéen
Un Griffón compagnon de Cézanne
Et Renoir en Provence
*Comme ils lounge lors d’une danse
On the grass with a glass of Marsanne
(*As they lounge during a dance)
The Pit Bull
The Pitty despite what you hear
Is not vicious at all but quite dear
It will sit like a dove
With its eyes full of love
While it slowly devours your ear
The Pomeranian (Pom)
The Pom is a kind of a spitz
A Chihuahua with fur in a ditz
The type of a pooch
You can cuddle and smooch
Or show off with a date at the Ritz
The Poodle
The Poodle is known for its smarts
For excelling at music and arts
But an owner was telling
Me after the smelling
They also blow nuclear farts
The Portuguese Water Dog
Pity the poor Portuguese
Who ended up sheets to the breeze
His bowl had been spiked
With a port that he liked
You could tell by the smell of his fleas
The Pug
Behold the repug-a-nant Pug
With a mug that resembles a thug
Though their owners observe
What they really deserve
Is not scorn but a cuddling hug
The Rhodesian Ridgeback
I bought one of these for a dollar
It said Phi Beta Kap on its collar
I later found out
(Though not without doubt)
It had been a Rhodesian scholar
Where has the American cowboy gone,
Did he ride off into the dust trails of history,
A faded figure, melting into the last horizons sunset.
Nay, unbridled the mustangs run free now,
No riders lasso, snaps against the winds of destiny,
A legacy's true American hero, has finished the
Last round up.
Hey, you'd better halt there, just one dang gone
Minute, you city slicker, them be fighting words,
That you all have just written.
Hush your mouth now, the American cowboy lives on,
Not on horse back, but behind the steel of the
Eighteen wheeler, copy that you'd better, breaker dude.
Show some respectful pride, to the man whom
Has helped to build, this great nation, we all call home.
Driving down the back bone, of America, in the name
Of glory's flag, believe you me brother, a hard
Road does he roam alone, just to keep house,
And home alive.
For all of the feminine persuasion, yes’s em, mam
He still whisper’s, that same old lonesome tune.
Tilting his ten gallon hat, to all you young misses.
After all the convoy man, is still a gentleman
Beneath his rough hued exterior.
Four horse power to the floor, no more, he's
A hell bound creature, in need, for sixty-fives
Speed limit sign, it keeps the old cowboy inside
Alive, down the highway of life.
Thriving on the adrian rush, of the open
Road to freedom, lying ahead of him, no
Boundaries can hold this man, yielding to
The desire for liberation's winds, blowing
Against the trails of progress.
Steel belted radials, burning rubber across
The asphalt turn pike, get far out of his way,
This true road master, swiftness control at his
Command, excelling beyond the boundaries
Limitations.
Damn, don't you all try to fence this free spirit in,
Or he'll run you down, times dead line, haunts
Him, the devil boss's hounds are biting at his heels,
And burden's heavy load, rests upon those broad shoulders.
The Lord God himself does sit, in the passenger seat,
Beside him, heaven's copilot, for this steel driving man,
Bringing him home safely, to those whom love him,
This the convoy man.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Screaming writhing violent
uncontrollable spasms of abandonment
immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb)
where e'er she went
verbal communication attempt didst rent
ear piercing outpouring
barrage heard clearly by vested gent,
a bajillion miles away e'en
stymying the likes of Lois Lane, Clark Kent
or special ABC letter writ agent,
when aforementioned younger daughter
raged day and night without abatement
soon after our baby's birth
agonizing distress self evident
when bundle of joy became a toddler,
which ordinary concomitent
expectant joyful milestones
hoop fully attendant
with hypothetical offspring
aurally learning oral rudiment
basis of language skill
with instructional accouterment
mastering native tongue
celebratory breakthru achievement
acquiring brisk command of lingua franca
easily excelling telly
tubby "FAKE" accent
gibberish with cogent
encoded development coaxed ability
regarding divine acknowledgement
pertaining to obvious delayed development,
when dada decried disabled
doc's "NON FAKE"
dupe forced mine abhorrent
realization upon crestfallen papa,
that our precious progeny
requisite remedial requirement
versed here, viz poetic abridgement
thee youngest of
(deux) daughters afflicted
at young age initial
general consensus genetic accident
engendered ambiguous diagnosis,
cuz forming words absent
purportedly linkedin with
high functioning autism
spurred self blame abutment,
sans cognitive fluke (most
likely inherited) malady immediate adherent
parental duty entailed, promoted
vouchsafed, et cetera
lifelong intervention convert,
a blessed webbed accompaniment
decades later nearly wrought total abolishment
whereat now grown year old lass
defied wildest predictions, adjustment
witnessed thee cherished apple of my eye
metamorphosed since early adolescent
to secure part time employment
attending Bend, Oregon Community College
and coordinating advancement,
where Shana Punim secured plane ticket
and took to friendly skies to my amazement!
oh thy crowns
thy faithful crowns
the joy of love
she hast excepted
proposal of
she and I together
to be as one
Oh Thy Crowns
Joy to the world
that we are together
To wear thy crowns
Thy Faithful Crowns
Man Beloved
Oh ring we cherish
to wear thy crowns
thy faithful crowns
Our Love Devine
all love excelling
fix in us
a humble dwelling
the glory of
Us all together
In the Temple
we as one
Our Wedding Day
Wear my crown
my faithful crown
Before a world
Our Wedding Day
consecrated
Our Wedding Day
MY GRANDMA DEEMMA
My Grandma, whom I called Deemma
bathed me in showers of limitless love and blessings.
Those feelings I am still carrying in my life.
Deemma! An ideal hostess not to even guess,
most competent in domestic chores and household management
Grandpa! An unsuccessful lawyer with irregular income low and slow.
Deemma met up his inefficiency, never blaming rather running ideal family.
Off and on, in vacations, I had spent days with her.
She narrated her life-long struggle and concluded‘While raising up kids,
whole day’s ceaseless work made me frantically fatigued.
At late night I had to seek for a small space to throw myself in bed.
Yet, as I took glance on sleeping faces of my kids,
I realized, I as the happiest woman in the world.’
She had only primary education permissible for women in those days.
But her craze reached her daughters and son to succeed as toppers
She was my idol holding extraordinary skill in sewing, knitting, embroidering.
All the dresses of her grand kids were stitched by her.
Lots of charming dolls excelling in handicrafts were gifted to me.
Once she voiced to me ‘You call me Deemma, a typical address to old lady.
Dear my child, I am aged, but mind is still young not coping up with body.’
Now being a Grandma I had to sense the same ruthless truth.
She had bestowed me compassion and care in opulence.
I got no scope to repay but only to offer my gratitude as tribute in silence.
Trying to honor with my tribute roaming through reminiscence.
03/08/ 19
Fifth Place
'What's In A Name' Contest by Kim Rodrigues.
'YOUR CHOICE TRIBUTE VERSE' Contest by Brian Strand
Lord, thank You for saving…
…my condemned life that was bound to hell
By Your grace, excelling compassionately well
With Your redemption* so that in heaven I can surely dwell
Transforming me from rebelliousness thru the Gospel!
Lord, thank You for rescuing…
…my sinful soul from the lake of fire
By Your love, fulfilling the perfect sacrifice You did require
With Your pardon acquitting me from penalty of sin’s mire
Making me Your child, tamed by Your kindness that doesn’t expire!
Lord, thank You for winning…
…my arrogant nature from filthiness
By Your mercy, vanquishing evil and wickedness
With Your justification for my righteousness
Enabling me to strive for holiness!
Lord, thank You for prevailing over…
…my vain faith in false religion
By Your Scriptures, rebuking every idolatrous region
With Your truths to free me from abomination’s dungeon
Snatching me from the devil’s deceiving legion!
Lord, thank You for converting…
…my deceitful heart midst pride’s deadly cost
By Your humility, reaching out to the lost
With Your power and might of the Holy Ghost
Leading me to submit to You, serving with my best and utmost!
Lord, thank You for cleansing…
…my self-willed personality from carnality’s impurity
By Your sanctification, purging every worldliness, and vanity
With Your purification from any iniquity
Blessing me in obeying Your authority!
Lord, thank You for driving…
…my uncertain future to Your direction from terrible disaster
By Your omniscience, controlling all events as the Master
With Your victory against tribulation's setter
Guiding me to aspire for Christ-like character!
*1Corinthians 1:30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption.
August 7, 2018
5th place, "Feral" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 8/10/2018.
It wasn't easy
But it had to be done
Hard work is not always fun
Sleepless nights
Lots of advice
Had to take heed
Trying to see what all I had to do to succeed
I was counted out
Yes
But you see I am what they call success
Success comes with fears of failing
Exceptions to excelling
Constant cries
Consistency is where it lies
Never giving up
No matter what it took
Taking on task
That were hard
Playing your part in a society
Who already labels you before they know
That you are a plant ready to grow
Only thing they needed was to see the soil
Nurture it to life
With water and sunlight
And then boom
There is life spoke into the unspoken
It came with restless nights
Devotion
Beliefs for the unbelievable
Achieving for the unachievable
Reasoning for the unreasonable
Yet I still feel success
I gave it all my best
I didn't put a limit on myself
I wanted to be rich in knowledge and then gain my wealth
This road wasn't easy
I didn't do it myself
I had a team
Who supported the dream
Too
I am a part of 2022
I am the finished image
Of making it through a pandemic
I understood
That some things work for the good
And sometimes being misunderstood doesn't make it worse
I stand out
Breaking a generational curse
An unfinished lyric
To an unfinished verse
I am the decision I make
I am the risk that I take
I am still human and will make mistakes
But they can be corrected
I am no longer rejected
I am respected with honors
I am the upcoming uprising star
I am not who you say I am
I am a warrior a conqueror not a quitter
I am someone
I am
I did it when everyone said I can't
With all that is left to say
Congratulations
I made it
And this feeling I wouldn't trade it
Written by Concetta Hardnett
05/22/2022
To all the Graduates