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Ahhhh so captivating
the outlined silhouette of your grace and poise
under the brightness of a star-filled nights' gleam
wondrous is the profound wisdom
of You being deemed my destiny
as surely as my breath itself
deemed colorless and unseen
to the bare necked eye
forthwith you became the total means of me
beneath Orion Earth and the endless open sea
reverberating are songs of the sages of Rome
and the Gods of the Greeks
such as they echo the charms of the
heavenly endowed Athena
heroine of Venus herself
all pay esteemed homage
to the hidden loyalty shared between us
our names shall dwell within the lyrics of a lullaby
(a history in their own right)
as one forcibly captured
and forever held in relentless bondage
deep below
within the depths of my secret covenant
alone in chambers private solemn
pulsating chanting harmoniously
I whisper your rhythmic name with great fervor
decisively I listen to its continuous replication
among the barriers’ terrain
it being a silent steadfast witness to my vow
no other man alive shall devise
the value of your worth to me
for you are for me
for me
alone
mournfully the daunting distance
of your profound adoration
captures me with the force
of vigorous tornado winds
and on your demanding wings
I am conveyed and carried still
Thumb crush caterpillar fuzz follicle woven wire bent
Pipe cleaner indetectibly clamps fluttery paper crepe
Tiny tear splinter injury etched on crinkled parchment
Puncture forms an institute to forthwith contemplate
Together classified as flower, louloudia beauty flaunt
Plumage lurid thrives beside finite petal flop contrast
Tactical iron hand velvet glove primes formal contort
Proclamations crafted after careful strategy prefaced
Ruffled rogue construct erects its garish occupation
Origami hegemony laughs at limp stemmed genuine
Traditional rotted rose heavy heads rely on hydration
Pointed silver skewer stamen expands phenomenon
Sixteenth February
- Pseudo Society -
Written: October 15, 2023
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Hanging precariously on the landline pole,
The sun's beams dance, yet no heat console.
Akin to power wires in homes spread and sway,
But it seems friendly warmth has gone astray.
Sun rays are vanishing behind the fog cover,
Placing the world through a frost to discover.
Nonetheless, it still clings to the phone cable,
A sign of hope is when light and cheer are stable.
Phone broadband towers above the keen sky.
It manages the call akin to a coordinator of a tie.
Yet it feels empty without the rays of the sun.
A mystery gap, an unviable-to-cram void, began.
Our bones are gently dying as we sit in silence.
Warmth may induce a shift in people's reliance.
But the phone's broadband remains unmoved.
By embracing all our goals, we stay unimproved.
We dearth the sun to engulf us with its coziness.
To devote us comfort, we struggle for prosiness.
But forthwith, we're out in the cold, yearning.
For the radiation from the sun to start burning.
Acoustically, we fix our gaze on the phone wire,
Speculating around when it will uplift us higher.
Will it ever convey to us the warmth we desire?
Or will it ditch us eternally in this icy quagmire?
However, a hyperlink grows inside the wire.
A flickering ember of faith that will not tire.
So there is a secret power within the cord.
A convenient network that hinders the record
Each house, each heart, a node in this scheme,
An array of linkages where comfort can gleam.
And though the sun may not shine with its might,
Each of us is able to produce our proper light.
So let us sit quietly in the cold embrace.
And bear changes at our proper pace.
The phone, a device, or a wire may hang above
Yet it is up to us to descry the embrace of love.
One-word contest begged participation.
Putting my mind in acceleration,
I entered with the word - celebration.
Ordinary days need jump starts. I see
each day as an excuse for a party.
Salute relationships hot and hearty.
It takes some effort, commemoration -
sharing food, fellowship, fabulous fun.
Stay six feet apart and keep your mask on.
What did we celebrate September 5th?
Derby's Velazquez, Authentic's horsesmith
and National Cheese Pizza Day, forthwith.
September 5, 2020
** celebration **
Bobby May's One Word Contest.
My one word originally won a second place
however one word is not enough
to qualify as poetry.
When a person promotes abortion
telling nothing but lies surely that in itself is a direct product of hate speech
The cloak and dagger of pity
reality has many masks behind a veil of masked deception
hiding dark secrets, those afraid to be revealed transparency
attacking honesty as having little value or purity
When this awakening happens some poor souls are lost
beyond saving trapped by the deceiver preaching untruths and misery
Incapable of loving forgiveness
instead they become a troublesome bully
guilty condemning everything right
in favour of what is wrong with society today
The great depression has consumed many hearts unlawfully
with warlike views it is here we see criminals attacking
the virtues of life and death the very cornerstone of faith
There is no middle ground to be examined in this subject at hand
your either one way or the other, according to the Word of God
I am a sinner forgive me my shortfalls
because in the end we all wish to go to the promised land
some things need to be said because the weeds of fascism is growing, smothering the innocent from speaking forthwith
the state has formed a new church teaching children to be poor within spirit
alliterative blank verse
Wanting to show myself worthy -
work was not one of my weapons.
Weakly, I worded my secret --
“I wish of your wealth my fair share.”
Worried and warned by the world’s ways,
father willingly stood my weakness.
He watched steady by the window,
worn weary - waiting my sojourn.
Selfishly wayward and wicked,
soon I was spurned as a wastrel.
I woke from stubborn wantonness
wishing my stomach well-fed.
Wallowing from waste, I started
wobbling forthwith to my father;
sensing his wrath would be severe
wailing, “set me as your servant.”
Waving to me, shoulders stretched wide
weeping he walks t'wards me warmly.
Washing my wounds with his welcome -
my worth did not warrant his smiles.
Witnessing this scene from afar
but wretched and wrestling within,
my sibling wants whys and wherefores,
no wasting words on my welfare.
This story stops short suddenly -
no written word of a war waged -
no wailing, no whining, no woe.
Wonder well, for such is wisdom.
Warmed by the silicon chip,
glacial ice melts drip by drip,
And as ocean waters rise:
floods should come as no surprise.
Global warming is no myth:
we need to prepare forthwith.
Humanity is at stake:
it's no time to bellyache.
The world's forests are burning
while famine is returning.
And those uprooted by drought,
realize there's no way out.
Fear settles border disputes
with immigrants without roots.
And when plastics kill the fish,
Hope will morph into a wish.
Mega storms will terrorize
with winds and all that implies.
And when disease and death spread,
millions will be sick or dead.
It was a midsummer night; heat pervaded the season;
Mosquitoes and flies moved around as though hatching treason;
Cool breeze verily tried to pierce through the humidity,
Failed; as it was like hearts of humans with rigidity...!
It took hours of turning and churning before sleep entered,
Mosquitoes tried to for a few drops of blood, self-centered;
Dreams! Nay, nightmares I'd say, hovered over my empty mind,
Bringing in devils, phantoms and fiends of every kind...!
It's toward morning, like an angel opening the door,
Entered a dream, may not be magical, like a rain-pour;
I witnessed my intimate friend's newly built house sinking,
Like the Titanic, gradually, its whole shape shrinking...!
Merry crows, eagles and vultures were flying all around,
As though, as on an earthquake, mountains of carcasses found;
Noises, cries, screams and screeches filled the entire atmosphere,
Like which I had never heard during my long yester-year...!
I couldn't wait for the morning; Before dawn I set out,
What could be? How? And why? Filled in my mind many a doubt;
I found his house (newly built) standing firm and unshaken,
Relieved, yet, wanted to find what misery has broken...!
Debts, he said; ashamed of telling you; loans of construction!
I might need to sell-out the house; or find my destruction;
I was perplexed as I was not very rich person too,
As friend true, I must reach out to him at his time of woe...!
Other friends and companions I instantly collected,
To him, like heart-beats, each one's compassion got connected;
We soon sold out, whatever is sellable, for his sake,
Saved him, forthwith, from his agonizingly cancerous ache...!
26 September 2022
The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
They say that #13 is an unlucky number
But I think it not so
My Best Friend was born on the 13th of October
So their you go
A Bakers Dozen is the #13
When you get your Donuts Supreme
All filled with Jelly and Boston Cream
#13 is on of the best numbers that be
Some people say that liking #13 is bizarre
But it's all in where intellectually you are
If you have a Superstitious Mind
Then you're behind the Time's
Back in Ancient Days
Some people were heard to say
They believed in Fairy Tales and Myths
But nowadays, we've abandoned that Craze forthwith
What we need 13 Jurors in the trail to be
That's what the Juror System needs
13 Jurors, the 13th can be a Tie-breaker
Or maybe just a Faker...
"Are you afraid of a Black Cat?"
"How about a 13 Black Cat Attack?"
"How about 13 open Umbrellas in the House?"
"Does that scare you and wanna make you pass out?"
Maybe 13 opened Ladders
To walk under them would be even badder
"Evermore..." Are you afraid of 13 Ravens?"
"Of you, that would be most craven."
Let me explain to you about the #13
To fear it is moot you see
The #13 is a good Lucky Number
This is what you should know and remember
Roll the 13 Sided Die
Go ahead, give it a try
Roll the Bones now
They'll never let you down
Now you may say, 13 Sided Die are only good for Cos Play Games
And call me lots of Silly Names
But all of this Nonsense is out of Fear
Which I will try to make disappear
The Old Saying goes, "Step on a crack
And break your Mother's Back."
Say that 13 times
And it'll blow you little Sane Mind
"Have you seen the Movie 13 Ghosts?"
"It's a very scary Show,
Usually shown in the Halloween Season."
"You should see it for Therapy Reasons."
"What do you think about Halloween?"
"Or do you think that it's too much to be seen."
"If you got Candies 13,
"Will you run away from the Scene?"
"What do you think about going to a Cemetery?"
"Or for you, is it much too Scary?"
"13 Tombstones,
All standing in a Row."
"13 Graves,
Of the Unsaved."
"I would fear that too."
"Yes, my Friend, They're waiting for you..."
"November 13th is our Friend."
"Only Good Vibes does it send"
"Say that to yourself, 13 times, over and over again."
"And you'll have taken your first steps towards Healing, my Friend."
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, September 11, 2026
Silver princess was a regular maid from the valley
By day, a woman who was unassuming and kind
By night she was a super hero, storming the alley
Looking for thugs and rapists with an evil mind
We had heard of her of course, but thought she was a myth.
Until someone called us to Toby’s Street forthwith.
She was there in the flesh, dressed in armor on fire.
Built like a soldier, her smoldering look was quite dire.
Her legs rose forever from boots custom made.
She was obviously as dangerous as a croc from the glade.
I could not make eye contact; for she was intimidating as heck.
Some of the other soldiers did a quick genuflect.
Silver princess is real! How can this be? Asked my cousin Sid.
He did not believe she wore a cod piece either, but she certainly did.
I have never in my life met a more dangerous woman, ready to fight.
I cannot get her out of my head, trying as hard as I might.