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Black and White Panaroma
Chased by thunder storm, cluster of clouds
crowded in clutter covering azure sky.
Dark black clouds burst into white raindrops.
Raining cats and dogs, sky became clean and clear.
White Sunshine flooded.
Hesitant white torn clouds flown slow.
Black shadow cast by Sun ray floated in field.
Black and white lattice is formed under shady tree.
Butterfly flapping white spotted black wings
fluttered restless.
Black kitten licked white milk from black porcelain bowl,
wagging white tail.
Flock of white ducklings following black goose.
Black curly hair clustered on forehead of snow white little girl,
running after butterfly.
An enchanting beauty.
02/18/17
Second Place
The Colors Black and White Contest by Laura Loo .
First Place
A Brian Strand July 8
Contest by Brian Strand.
For Another Budding Child Flower
Alone in the dark uterus of my bedroom
here I lie curled up in the thoughts
and emotions of the day.
Another budding flower
was plucked from the garden street
leaving its red sap as a jaded memento
to stained innocence and hoodwinked justice.
Another aborted life spiraled away
as echoes of fading out cries floated
wearily on the reefs of passing time
covering awareness of another heinous crime
whose guilt will soon vanish from human notice.
Now with my cervical poised head on tear soaked pillow
I pray God that another flower be not plucked away tomorrow.
Thicket of intermingled branch tangle
Hides pimple shine ripe juice strawberries strewn
Across pine needle pick up stick mangle
Fragrant lily pink tang gives tasty boon
Hook horseshoe slender stems support balls' dangle
Gloss hanging globes celebrate scarlet balloon
Bountiful renewed eruption of Spring
Sprouts floated fruit fit for a fairytale King
Hidden in haven bed of duvet shade
Shielded precious berries, safe from predator
Sweetest treats endorse purely Heaven made
Cones pushing petals exalt Mother Nature
Lanterns swinging China Town of gloomy glade
Lined foliage raises redness in rapture
Emblem of wild leaf crown insignia
Represents righteous memorabilia
Humble hunter uncovers last month's melt
Freshened season floods taste buds in wonder
Tart bumpy tongue tid bits brazenly dealt
By pine imbibed wildness growing under
Woodland umbrella where I'm gladly knelt
Gaunt Winter cruelty is cast asunder
God's lollies extend tender umbilical
Sun warm strawberry snack sabbatical
16th February 2021
Written for Contest: Spring
Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh
Down past the meadow is the grand old hotel.
Where statues of marble encircle the ponds
Tall cypress line up like soldiers at arms,
saluting each limo that comes down the hill
Limousines arrive daily, like vultures of prey,
to stop and eject their catch of the day
There is proof on arrival, of fortune and assets.
Hosts greet each guest, as the day stretches on,
sporting long coat-tails and red satin vests
As we watched from our hillside, from a vast world away,
we're inclined to walk down, to take a survey
Too rich for our blood! We are flooded with awe
Yet, we're drawn to peek in. Where the rich wine and dine
and we will try, most discreetly, to blend into grey.
Alabaster stone gates, and the thick sculptured stairs
are reeking affluence, that we'll never share
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Heading back to our campground, on the river's west side,
we returned to our tent, tucked under the pines
It's been faded by sunlight, patched together with twine
Where contentment is canvas, and the wind is a song,
and where water makes music, and the breeze is a poem
Our belongings are in order, (in a disorderly way)
A camp-stove, a lantern, for the end of the day
A tent, (army surplus)…. and a stack of dry wood
will add to our comfort, as well as it should
Would we want to change places, if ever we tried?
Would we trade all our moonscapes, or the chipmunks, or tunes?
As we sat by the fire, to remember our day
We have watched the bright embers, as they floated away
Pinpricks of fire that mixed with the stars
We've been granted our millions, ….while owning the sky.
the outside floated inside
white seeds seemed fluff
floating & frolicsome
until their rooted relic
of bitter dandelion wine
wished we hurried
to busy our bones
do something thoughtful.
yes..we’d pluck a stem
or two and gift
but this gift in ever after
would list and wither
so quickly amidst
the coiffer of quarrels
pushing of the dander
of matters we stuffed
our pillows with at night
nightmare of nettled
never-never disappears
snow white impurities
implicated our insides
empty and forlorn
forgetting our vows
our impertinence
of the importance
of marital bliss
which doesn’t begin
with tricks and treats
but with travails
that lead to immemorial
memories and progeny
a long lasting kiss
carry your wife
over
the threshold barrier
don’t let complacency enter
let a garden of delights
bloom within
learn from occasional weeds
pluck…let sun in…water
tender your every day kiss
invite in joy and praise
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(I’ve been married 45 years)
Trinkets, salt packet from road trip sixteen years ago
Collected, cafes remembered, ripped open with age
Spilt among treasure, a twig, tickets, torn butterfly
Bits familiar, shrine in a tin, tired feather, belated
Harmoniously decompose, shipwreck's chains
Filter their links, flakes floated, flipped coins
Emboss truth funnelled through decades
Grains falling, fabled chamber drained
Recollections creak rocking chair era
Carpet of moths, floorboards erode
Sanctum split, heirlooms fracture
Hailed scriptures huddle in fog
Divided cortex gorge cool gap
Glide of pendulum grandfather
Silent rhythm discards old habits
Distance in dust, leaf littered history
Compiles mottos rotting ignominous
With inter century bold blended injection
Contemporary tips in, new version junction
Mingling dissolves old into fresh vessel joined
Relentless generations mark intended kamikaze
Ebony ivory rivals reflect empathy kindered
Measure of Yin Yang our future ligature
7th February 2022
Written For Contest
Pick - A -Title
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
THE NUTCRACKER…SWEET
In my 69 years I had never seen the Nutcracker Suite…never experienced the ballet….never heard Tchaikovsky’s entire score…that is…until yesterday.
As I sat captivated by the music…by the dancing and the fact there were no words to any song…I had to wonder to myself…what in heaven’s name has taken me so long!
I watched the performance mesmerized…thanking the Gods for creating people who can move in such a delicately beautiful way…while at the same time thanking whatever person or persons created the ballet.
As the music thundered through the air and the dancers floated off the floor…I was hit by the realization…this is what our bodies were created for.
Our legs were made strong yet elegant allowing us to leap up to the sky…our arms were created to be as graceful as wings making it appear that we can fly.
When the Gods created us non-dancers…they left not one part up to chance…our ears were created to hear the music…our eyes to enjoy the dance.
As I watched the arabesques…the pirouettes…the magic happening on the floor…I thought how our mouths were meant to stay closed more often…so our eyes can see and our ears can listen…perhaps a little more.
Which also made me wonder with our eyes closed…our eyes and ears open to the beauty on display…is it possible to hate at all…while attending the ballet.
Perhaps the Gods were subtly trying to tell us…conceivably…perchance
the solution to some of life’s problems…can be found within the dance.
Perhaps that’s why these dancers were created to be so nimble…
so graceful on their feet….
To simply remind us there is beauty and love in the world…
as and to make the Nutcracker sweet.
Dandelion Faerie was the best dandelion wisp collector in the meadow
She could capture them almost before they floated off
She brought most of them back, replanting them for the next season
What about the ones that escape? Lily faerie asked.
If I cannot retrieve them, it means they were not meant to be here.
They are meant for another meadow, for another elf or faerie.
Lily faerie was amazed by her positive attitude.
Wow! She said, so there is no resentment that they escaped?
I let them go easily, willing them to impregnate another meadow.
Lily Faerie plucked out her petals and threw them into the air.
Hoping they would also go forth and multiply,
not understanding that they would not as they were not seeds.
Looking at the distant horizon line
Where the blue sea kisses the sky
Searching the heading of my native land
Where sticky rice formed my past stand
Seagulls circling the mild sunny sea
Where people surf, swim and ski
I want to borrow their large strong wings
To fly back to affect all the remembering
The ocean wind swings my heart
Swaying small boat that floated apart
Fought with strong wave to reach motherland
But the long exilic years obstruct and disband
Blocked by the distant cutting line
My heart seems to be confined
Living in the home of the free and the brave
But my soul visits its native land by sea wave
Leave nature alone
As I walked through the forest, I was in total awe of all the beauty I saw.
Trees that reached up into the skies as white clouds floated by.
Two squirrels playing tag around a tree stopped and looked at me.
In my mind, I heard them say: "Since they've come, life has never been the same - they are taking our homes, our domains. They are cutting down our trees where we play, and our food has been taken away.
GOD gave us these beauties for us to share, yet it seems like they just don't care. No more rivers, lakes, or ponds - all of this will be gone.
No more grass, no more trees, and not even a passing breeze.
All the rapids will still include the mountains and the hills. There will be no more chirping in the trees, and all the ground animals will hide in fear when they see that we are near.
Nature gave us everything that we need to live, but in turn we must give. We must replace all that we destroy for every girl and boy.
We are destroying our planet Earth and taking from it " all its worth ".
Pollution is destroying the skies, the oceans, the rivers, and the streams, and all that's left is just our dreams.
There is civil unrest throughout this world, and countries fighting each other, and all that's heard is the roaring thunder.
All world politicians want control over something they cannot hold, and the will of the common man is something they don't understand.
The public has forgotten the basics and how to survive, and no longer hears the children's cries.
All our pioneers are gone, and no one is left to carry on. We cannot bring back the past, so let's make our future last with no more wars, no more greed on which the politicians can feed.
If animals can live in harmony, why can't we?