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Paint
The wall was full of small holes,
and imperfections.
There were gouges,
here and there.
the surface, only an echo...,
of its original beauty.
The "color" white.
Not paper, but pure;
like a winter flower.
Restoring yesterday,
a privilege!
Sometimes full of memories
past... and gone.
Yet the effort,
the work,
the labor,
creating new ones for the now,
to keep for tomorrow...
and all our future yesterdays.
A brush,
a bucket,
and the smallest drop,
of truest faith.
The final result...
a miracle!
Time restored,
and renewed.
A visual blessing,
to the eye,
and a spiritual lifting
of the heart.
Butterfly
"Butterfly"
(Verse 1)
A caterpillar crawls
Through it all
Some say they move slowly
But they continue to go
They start to grow
They start to change
Nothing looks the same
A different view
For you to see
Something so carefree
That’s us
Yes we try
The final result a butterfly
(Chorus)
Crawl and then soon
They go in the cocoon
They stay there and try
And then
Finally they become a butterfly
(Verse 2)
The ending result
We learn how to fly
We left the nest
Saying goodbye
It’s hard to leave
Hard to turn
Had to get out there and earn
Earn a way to do it all
We may stumble and even fall
We may even go back and crawl
But at the end of the day ask yourself why
Does a caterpillar turn into a butterfly?
Chorus)
Crawl and then soon
They go in the cocoon
They stay there and try
And then
Finally they become a butterfly
(Hook)
You can grow
You can change
You can make it through the rain
You can grow
You can change
You can make it through the rain
Only if you try
You can turn into a butterfly
(Chorus)
Crawl and then soon
They go in the cocoon
They stay there and try
And then
Finally they become a butterfly
Written By: Concetta Hartnett
6/20/2019
wow! A sweet couple’s vague love of whole night
everything of day time seems to be bright
union of disguising faces falsely improvise
living with blocked hearts tend to demise
lives are in disease of traumatic condition
they show their false sleeping no suspicion
even when one snores other lodges no complain
conspiring images of outsiders passes in vein
suddenly wife’s cell rings that’s in vibrating mood
awaking from false deep sleep he becomes a tiger rude
sees the number that is of a neighbor’s guy
thought got the final result after observing as a spy
as she is caught red handed she's ranted high
once he’s also caught so she tried to give him eye
then he's given thanks to her as she did not spill about him
actually they are the same meaning of same synonym
For Contest: Desperate Housewife - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
From the time of our first breath…from the moment our life starts
we begin creating, until we die, an unfinished work of art.
Some days we are an artist…we wake up and set our sights
on painting with broad brush strokes in colors bold and bright…
Some days we are a sculptor… hoping at the end of that day
after chiseling, carving and smoothing…we are happy with our clay.
Some days we are a composer…searching for the notes that will add harmony
to the notes already written in our life-long symphony.
Sometimes we are a a writer…seeking the right words…perhaps an allegory
that when mixed with previous words add beauty to our story….
Sometimes we control the brush, the clay the pen…other times we’re waiting
for friends and family to add their colors…to the artwork we’re creating.
And when we stop to look…when each day comes to an end
we notice subtle differences as all our different styles blend.
I wonder sometimes if that’s not why we sleep…if that isn’t the reason why?
so at the end or every day whatever medium we were workin in
has the night in which to dry.
So when we wake up the next morning…no matter where or when
we are refreshed…and we are ready…to begin creating again
Ready to add paints or clay or words or notes…looking for emotion, soul…and heart
to an ever-changing…never-ending…unfinished work of art…
And if we’re blessed the final result each day…has captured our hopes our joy our fears
as slowly, imperceptibly we become more beautiful each year.
Millionaire, Bartholomew Fairfax
Admitted today, he ‘FORGOT’ to pay his tax
[Chorus]
Goodness gracious; well I never
Knock me over with a feather
Who’d have thought it
Pull the other one
And this comes from his latest press release
The Young lady on his arm was ‘NOT’ his niece
[Chorus]
You’re kidding; no way;
No Sheep Sherlock; you don’t say;
Tell me something I don’t know;
Shut the front door; I’ll be blowed
[Jamming session]
(She) Okay, Lads… what bright spark wrote “No SHEEP Sherlock”.
(He) Sorry Darlin’ had to be done for the radio…
(He) So as we don't shock the kiddies
(She) But SHEEP!…… this crowd’s gonna laugh us off stage!
(He) Well we didn’t have no choice, cos radio won’t say [Beep]
(She) You do know they can hear us… right?
(He) Then we’d better give em some more of what they came for
(She) Sounds good to me!
(He) Come on!!! a one, a two… a one, two, three, four……
…
His jewel bedecked wife in her large golden carriage
Is backing HER man for the sake of their marriage
[Chorus]
Who’d have guessed it; Gosh; who knew;
Crikey; Get away with you;
Well I’m gobsmacked;
But I was not born yestaday
The film star sex offender… and perhaps I’m just a cynic
Has booked himself, pre-trial, into a plush sex addicts clinic
[Chorus]
Blimey; Holy Moly; Strewth;
A pig just flew above my roof;
So, who’d have thunk it; pinch me, quick;
And tell me…… is it ‘ME’ that’s thick?
Still to come in The News tonight
Two youths in a pub have been in a fight
And the final result in formula one...
The man in the fastest car has won
[Chorus]
Goodness gracious; well I never
Knock me over with a feather
Who’d have thought it
Pull the other one
“That’s it ‘Guvvna’…… YANK me chain….”
“It’s got bells on~“
“Thanks for coming guys and girls…
And… goodnight!”
Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love? Quote by Fulton J. Sheen
Nature has no underdogs, myths may be false,
Those with no love seem to be caught in a waltz.
To adjust our hurdles, we meticulously rehearse,
We reject being wounded in this erratic universe.
Our faith appears to have lasted since antiquity,
Being pulled by the wind, unfettered by eternity.
We are bound by the rules of nature's— sway,
Not ready to face even the least severe decay.
Hands were utterly washed in widows' tears,
Too often, resonating gunfire rippled in my ears.
Fear has numbed souls as an effect of swift hope,
I'm aware we may prevail over all this via scope.
Plainly, the soldiers' wounds are spewing blood,
And ooze as mud in a leader's spring-tide flood!
The white in the house is turning a rich crimson,
And it appears that our freedom can't be won.
As they said, we have a slim chance of winning,
We'll never prevail over hate in the mind's sting.
We're in a quagmire over the filth we've been told,
Yet further soldiers rise into a cloud—cold.
Broken spirits drenched in bloody destiny,
Frustrated by the final result for evil zestily.
Chronic delusions of woebegone escape,
Vociferating boisterously below Liberty scrape
A cloudless sky is charred by a radiant, bright light,
And charcoal floats up, stroking my dangling feet.
Below lies a blazon of bleak, dark, stinging plight,
The dead, however, have no awareness of defeat.
Many wounds whisper in our view as we get near.
As the earth weeps alone, seek renewal with tear.
Finding our kin who were sold on the dark web,
Untruth now flows, and people's faith does ebb.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: May 22, 2023
This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Complex creation of life and light
For a purpose we seek, we search
Some things cause us such pleasures
Whilst others, unbearable hurt
Beauty that lies on the surface
Intentions that hide underneath
Those first moments of such elation
Whilst the final result makes us weep
I need a reason to trust and to follow
A reason to exhale, to breathe
More than a moment to cherish
Are you more than a reason to me?
Are you the one I was seeking
Could it really be you that I see
Scared but willing to gamble
To be more than I thought I could be
Rush of the scent of creation
Stream of the waters of life
Like a soldier going to battle
I raise my sword to fight
I shall ne'er succumb to the doubts in the darkness
Allow anxious or nervousness strength
Into the arms of the soul I belong to
Fully Prepared to endure any lengths
I am the creation of light and life
For a purpose I seek and I ache
More than a struggle to me this life
Yet a struggle I willingly take
I got tattoos the other day
- My eyeliners and my eyebrows
I don't know why
But I just know God wanted me to do it
It's done and now I am waiting to see the results
As I believe it is going to peel, healed
Then the final result will appear
That is what He is going to do with you
He will prick you
Make you feel pain
But not too much that you can't handle it
Did I tell you he numbs you
before He does it?
So did my tattoo artist
Did I say you will be in pain?
I was
But after that it will peel
As He will peel you - layers by layers
And you will heal
And after that - a new you
- for the moment
You are going to change and keep changing
And God is gonna do what He is going to do
So don't think you will be the same forever
I am not
But always for the better
As we will not go backward
2 Corinthians 3:18 says
We go from "glory to glory"
So you see
Don't be afraid of change
Change is good!
Got to tell you a story
When I was in college and lived in the dorm
I was kicked out from the quiet dorm
And put in another dorm
Because I was too loud
I was sad even cried
Thinking it was the end of the world
I didn't want to move
I was so scared
- moving to a new place and everything
But you know - once I moved to the new place
Looking back, I wondered why I had stayed there in all that time
Ever since that day I embrace change
Because haha change is good
Don't tell anyone that story lol
People may not always be able to see our black and white stripes;
Others may not be able to understand our triumphs and fights;
We deal often with debilitating chronic pain day in and day out;
We may have to remind people that hypermobility isn't what it's all about;
We may seem "normal" on the outside, and no one seems to see;
That we desperately want a better life - a life where we can be free;
We undergo surgeries, physical therapy, and don't always like the final result;
But we have to remind ourselves that no one deserves to live this way and it's no ones fault;
Was may cry tears of frustration, anger, and sadness when things get tough;
Sometimes we may want to just give in and yell "enough!!"
People don't seem to understand that we are trying our best to live as normal a life as possible;
But we may need a reminder that our dreams may be high - but not impossible;
We may not always like the hands we've been given;
And we may feel powerless of how our lives have been driven;
aWe have spent years searching for answers and begging for doctors to help;
We've been told "it's all in your head" so many times, maybe we began to believe it ourself;
Sadly, for some of this community, help came too late;
Many of us desperately want a diagnosis so we don't receive the same fate;
Sometimes we feel lost in this world that we don't know what to say;
But, everyone knows that if you need help deal with your emotions, that's okay;
We may wheel our chairs or limp with crutches as we fight a war we battle;
There are millions of us around the world - we're all a beautiful dazzle;
We may feel alone sometimes, but we always have each other;
Some of us may go as to say we're all sisters and brothers;
"When you hear hoofbeats - think horses not zebra's" are what doctors say;
If they didn't fixate on that - imagine how many zebra's they'd discover someday;
Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and Hypermobility Spectrum Disorders may change our fate;
But, please remember, "we may the fragile - but we don't break"
[Inspired by ‘Stating The Obvious’
Contest but doesn’t meet the spec]
Millionaire, Bartholomew Fairfax
Admitted today, he ‘forgot’ to pay tax
Goodness gracious, well I never
Knock me over with a feather
Who’d have thought it
Pull the other one
And this from his latest press release
The girl on his arm was not his niece
You’re kidding, no way
No sh1t Sherlock, you don’t say
Tell me something I don’t know
Shut the front door, I’ll be blowed
His jewel bedecked wife in her large golden carriage
Is backing her man for the sake of their marriage
Who’d have guessed it, Gosh, who knew
Crikey, Get away with you,
Well I’m gobsmacked,
I was not born yesterday
Still to come in The News tonight
Two youths in a pub have been in a fight
And the final result in formula one...
The man in the fastest car has won
Goodness gracious, well I never
Knock me over with a feather
Who’d have thought it
Pull the other one