Long Fives Poems
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Memory-rejuvenating…
Though fading, they evoke exuberance
of childhood achievements, verily delighting
midst milestones of might, mercy and miracles
while emerging triumphant from falls
to gain high fives, surpassing Olympic medals---
Oh, that was me with my Mom and Dad, very supportive
after my Kindergarten speech, successful by their directive!
Nostalgia-refueling…
Albeit decades of storage, they assert
adolescence-propelled vibrancy
inviting me to yearn for sports exhibitions or
outdoor games and festive celebrations
where vigor, valor, and vitality prevail---
Wow, that was me with my siblings, fully dressed
as courageous cowgirl and cowboys, indeed blessed!
Oblivion-renouncing…
Despite discoloration-attack
they keep on resurrecting every
family-bonding and faith-fervency fellowship
never to be buried in forgetfulness
along modern digital photography---
Oh, that was me with our clan, so filled with mirth
during big brother’s wedding, beyond royalty’s worth!
Throwback-refreshing…
Against complete fading, they deserve
restoration as precious treasures
recording jubilant events kept in the hearts
reinforcing occasions lingering in the minds
reminding goodness, greatness and graciousness of God---
Yes, that was me with loved ones, singing praises* to the Almighty
assured by His promise of eternal life and redemption toward eternity!
*Psalm 95:1 O come, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.
September 18, 2024
3rd place, "Letters or Photographs" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 10/5/2024
Dame Judy Dench
Loves to fish for Tench
When she fixes her motor
She uses a wrench
If she’s feeling tired she sits down on a bench,
DJD is polylingual;
Her favourite language is French,
When she has a pooh in the morning
It causes a stench
DJD is a strong woman,
When Germans talk about her they call her ‘mensch’,
If she gets excited
Her buttocks they clench
When DJD gets dehydrated
Her thirst she will quench,
She is a fine looking woman,
But never call her a wench,
DJD did military service
She learnt to dig a slit trench,
She's into prehistory
And loves to visit Stonehenge,
DJD don't take no -
If she is dissed she'll get her revenge
She is super organised
When she does her filing she uses a big hole punch
If she gets hungry mid morning
She pauses for brunch,
If Helen Mirren calls round they go out for lunch,
DJD is very intuitive
and likes to follow a hunch,
Her off shore investments
Protected her from the credit crunch,
She's a feisty lady -
A reporter asked if 'she had a carer'
Well he got a bunch
Of fives from this diva
But to her friends she is staunch,
Even Harvey Weinstein - DJD protected his paunch,
Said she had a tat of his name on her bum
Cos her career he relaunched
With Victoria and Albert -
She never gives an inch
If Bond is stuck in a ditch
She pulls him out with a winch,
She takes on all the bad guys,
You never see her flinch,
When delivering a soliloquy
She makes it look like a cinch
She should be world president,
Donald J Trump would be the first one she would lynch!
i narrate me own story in a fake english accent. the bloody typewriter is
broken, it can't capitalize. i'm out of coins for the heater. i can see me own
breath. it must be really bad . it's summer here in london. i'm a tough guy who
carries a gun. don't mean i don't want to look good. i freshen up my lipstick,
light up a cigarette and offer one to my secretary. she is hot really hot.
like i said it's summer. she don't wear lipstick it wouldn't help. in the
encyclopedia under the word butch is her picture.
i put out my cig in an ashtray overflowin. i'd tell her to empty it but she scares me.
she only wears one gold earring. who does that? i'm workin on a case, already
drank half the beers. by the way i'm a dick a private dick. the name is rock,
rock hard. there's a knock at the door. this could be bad she has two fourty fives,
she's also got a gun.
she's holding an airline ticket. no reason. she says she just likes it.
whatever! maybe it has to do with some kind of contest.
she says we're going for a ride. we are driving when she gets a flat.
i pump she pumps then we get out of the car and fix the flat. never liked
cars, horses are more convenient. less breakdowns. she takes us to a
party everyone is jumpin for joy, so joy gets up and leaves. bet you wish
this was going somewhere. it's not. like i said i'm a dick.
11~28~2014
Contest: Chopped III
Sponsor: craig cornish
Rain of gold dust, peculiar rush
Loudest thoughts have lost with just one hush
Gleaming streetlights, sea of people, busy lives
How can I not find the one from those lucky fives?
Even the mechanics of our lives can tell
How can an angel like you be saved from hell?
I might freeze your halo, break your wings
But I wouldn’t dare to for you gave me feelings
We got our differences I won’t bother
Yet looking at you is like looking at mirror
This twin flame burning between us
Has made our dark part turned to dust
Aren’t you delicate? I maybe the coldest stone
But I am that syndicate who will sit beside your throne
Circling chaos, wrecked towers, save the bell for me
Ring it as we carve our promise in a dark oak tree
February 14, 2022
“Springlike Future with You”
Three hands of time roll,
pass one by one in circles
golden hours, silver minutes
relentless seconds.
thoughts pulse to murky future
lost in what's there left behind.
Mystical motion
tonight transcends tomorrow.
Unending dark tunnels fill
pleasure and sorrow.
Spinning Earth revolving Sun
new Moon born, trapped in cycles.
Unanchored moments
to hit buzzer, and win game.
Hurried life runs out of time
as clock confiscates.
A storm in which, all are lost
clouds emptied...and stars faded
Hold on Wanderer...
Let's have an easier life.
Let's fold time, tuck it away.
Big tiny moments...
Deepest blue and Highest high
Time will just stop, when you die.
13th July 2019
howmanysyllable counted 5 7 7 5 7 7 in all 4 stanza
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Fives and Sevens
Theme Pic No 4 : A Clock
Feeling grown up
On the edge
Older cousins
Invite me
Nonchalantly
To follow them
Into their world
That magical world
They call normal
Hold my breath
Surprised, hesitant, poker faced
I head down the stairs
The basement is dim
Coloured lights in corners
Comfy chairs here and there
Forty-fives spinning
Floating hazy rings of smoke
A scene surreal
I was let in, invited
A notch above a wall flower observer
Taking it all in
Letting it soak in
My future before me
A glimpse of what I’d become
In just a few years
I remember it all somewhat
As a milestone initiation
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I did it, I really did it, something got passed,
Nancy and I succeeded at last,
What a huge pain convincing my team,
When all I could do was silently scream.
The Squad were blackmailing,
The media loud blaring,
Republicans laughing while doing high fives,
My only solution to hide and dodge knives.
But now it's all changed, back on my horse,
Steering the country without fear or remorse,
My path controversial but who gives a bean,
They'll all get the message that I say what I mean.
I want kindness and peace, fairness far all,
My social ambitions unashamedly tall,
What do I care about finding the dough,
That's for bean-counters, the ones that should know.
I remember a story while riding a train,
The details are fuzzy but I'm racking my brain,
This Gal said to me "you're Uncle Joe,
That guy from DC, the father of Beau",
I smiled and just answered yes I'm the one,
She went on to say, "If not for me then your son,
Make your time count, bring us relief,
As too many of us are living in grief;
All kinds of big bills piling on high,
Nowhere to turn, just left out to dry,
The rich getting richer, the rest of us stuck,
Flailing and wailing in ankle deep muck";
Wages too low, options too few,
You must find a way to this country renew.
I gave her a smile, patted her hand,
Made her a promise that I'd make a real stand.
So to that special Gal whose name I don't know,
This for a start is what I can show;
For the rest of my goals I'll fight night and day,
To prove I will do and not merely say.
DEDICATED TO EVERY PERSON WHO QUESTIONED THEIR SELF WORTH BECAUSE SOMEONE THEY LOVED LEFT THEM
Love grabbed me by the throat with both hands
Choked away the doubt and hatred of broken bands
Kicked me in the gut and flung me to the floor
Stripped my ego and jolted my awareness at its core
Cleared the cobwebs that once clouded my vision
with strokes of a master nature painted my mission
An oil based one of a kind classic
My life written like a movie an epic
Love lives in me again
like a revelation amen
Beauty, glows from every centimeter that is me
hope hip hops in every stride as I walk briskly
Music walks to my beat now I hear it everywhere
and the bluest of skies high fives me bare
A new love found
a trust abound.
for the first time in since I don’t know when
my senses breathe the fresh view of now and then
Blessed by the mother of all that lives
Nature smiles on a union that always gives
I love what I see
Finally I love me!
Armand
I’m walking on cloud nine
My victory divine,
To the legions full of haters
And the Media’s nasty baiters,
All I say is ‘told you so’
Go ahead and all eat crow!
A new dawn has now arisen
Gone the shackles of this prison,
Euphoria’s clearly not the word
But the best of those I’ve heard
To describe my sense of glee
That I’d simply call ‘Whoopee’.
I’m the toast of this fine town
The cat’s undoubted super meow,
Handshakes everywhere galore,
High-fives and fist bumps by the score,
I’m the man of this momentous hour
Discarding doubts as to my power.
,
All this money gone to waste
Accusations spat in haste,
But isn’t Karma such a ,
The perfect lesson for that witch
That her loss was fair and square,
If all just won but by a hair,
If truth be told while so elated
That my victory is feted,
The greater joy this moment brings
Where my heart unbridled sings,
Is the sound of wailing voices
Bemoaning Democrat’s bad choices.
Such sore losers, slimy worms
That wriggle constantly like germs,
Feeding on lies and innuendo
With predictable crescendo,
For it to all come crashing down
Leaving me the smile, they the frown.
Each night
you dream
in fours or fives
or more--
hundreds of dreams a month,
thousands of dreams a year...
yet you think you've dreamt
only a few, and can scarcely
remember those--
where then are
those unknown dreams?
Are they hiding?
Hiding in a special place
within your unconscious,
that vast part of mind
lying iceberg-like
'neath the waves
of the knowing world?
Are those dreams
that came alive only
in the dark side of
your mind still there,
waiting patiently
to be known, known
by your sleeping soul
when it awakens
in the real world?
I have lived long enough
to have made over 100,000
of these little home movies--
will I ever get to see them again?