Long Geniality Poems
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The easiness and affordability to obtain things
makes us unaware of laborers who diligently
make them with sweat, creativity and geniality;
there's an air of fret: be ready to face awful times...
lurking on the bleary horizon with stormy clouds!
Wars wage on the planet, evil leaders show contempt;
who's immune to danger and death: are you next?
Americans and Russians defeated Hitler, the Beast;
little or nothing we learned from that victorious event!
The brave ones were sturdy pillars
that sustained an unbearable weight,
only soldiers defend their country at all cost;
drugs are killing the very young, heartless dealers
make huge profits from Fentanyl: where's their guilt?
Be ready to face awful times,
enemies are walking among us:
they controls everything from laws to wee;d.
they crucified Trump, they made him bleed!
Our path, sometimes grows arduous with bends and twists.
Trials of life keep tormenting us and others.
It's miserable to watch or endure such suffering.
But despite all heartache, we feel we are not done.
When I see the swamp bird with broken wings
Struggling to rise from the water’s edge.
When I see the deer, running away from its predator,
With all its might, I am filled with a zest to fight all odds.
In my doubt, such scenes fill me with reassurance,
Making me feel the rush of blood in my veins.
Today is the only day, a minutia of life,
To get all wrongs right, to seize all opportunity.
Adversities can hang heavy on us, pulling us down.
But muster courage and catch the bull by its horn.
Winds may blow, tempests may rise,
But don’t relent, persevere, and endure.
Never allow your fears parade victoriously
Through the spectrum of your dreams
When you feel life as bland and monochrome
Think of the colors of the rainbow arching in heaven
To make life sweet, recall all the sweet moments,
Those that you want to re-live again
Sure, there are a million of them, joyous and sweet,
Exciting, and engaging, pouring balm on our scars.
Let us freeze those moments in time!
Too precious to go off our heart.
They make life worth living, worth cherishing,
Giving each fresh morning a kick start.
Have you forgotten to laugh over a prank?
Have you stopped watching a lovely scene?
Have you evaded a gregarious company?
Have you failed to enjoy a savory cuisine?
Break free of all the ropes that bind!
Let loose the spirit within and let it fly high.
Shed out your dry reticence n’ reserve!
Let your geniality, many hearts win!
Glorious to see, this and that of thee
Who bore an abode that bade thee serendipitous surrender
Bleating buoyant blasphemy
At this gaudy fawn’s abstaining disdain
Jubilant joy, jested in a jester-like display,
Laughed here, hence it laughed!
Bellowing above its blistering breath, blooms of
booming, belting, boisterous blunder from its capacious chest bare of hair
And of which it wore, it bore a semblance, a raw resemblance,
To the evergreen presence it exuded into th’air.
Ye who had now scorched thee with the exuberant heat
Of its tendered eye.
This warmth not of the East, may tender,
Hence solder on,
A spring-time in the haggard winter o’thy life.
Open arms of ye open heart
Sincerely seized thy deducing induced despair
Reticently reproached, for I shall approach to encroach
In ye haze of heat, acclimated in and of
an easy state, free as its genial face.
Laugh’d here, hence it shall laugh hereafter,
Cherry cheek’d and cloaked by the soak of an enriched steam
Descending dereliction, for its sight but grew in animosity, indeed.
this broadened girth hath beckon thee
with a-faced geniality, aghast with a grassy grin of glee
So taketh thee, foresaketh thee
Disassimilate every systematic present, past participle.
Vice of visceral invulnerability,
before mine own frost’d eyes.
There shall be,
None graver than of what gravy may spill,
From the spoils of mine loins,
Whence ye shall finish, with thee.
30//4//2026
What Goes Up, Must Come Down
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
~Different beliefs can be a blessing~
He was born on a chilly Saturday afternoon, sweet boy with lots of love,
we all knew he'd be very special because he had come from up above.
Tiny toes and a wrinkly face, such a sight for sore eyes to see,
what a blessing it is that God chose Joseph Thomas to be a part of me.
From a toddler to a teenager, soon in college after those days,
Joey married Layla his childhood crush, in love in a special way.
Soon I had grandchildren and how joyful my life became,
we weathered so many storms, but our family overcame.
On my last birthday I turned a tender young age of seventy,
sad news followed and we learned that nothing is a guarantee.
My Joey had been battling lymphoma at only forty years old,
we all gathered around the priest, for nothing could be controlled.
I stood there numb watching my son take his last short breath,
it seemed not too long ago I held him on my breast.
He grew great wings and flew above straight into the light,
I knew I would see him again, what a sorrowful delight.
My youngest daughter Caroline was pregnant with her first,
a gentle baby boy who came out backwards and headfirst!
I had the honor to hold little Tommy for the very first time,
I saw those brown eyes and I knew he was special and sublime.
Can it be true? Does my faith believe this to be our reality?
Can a soul be reborn into another child, a blessing of geniality?
My faith had been renewed and my perceptions had been overflowing,
I know deep down inside, Tommy holds the spirit of my Joey.
I believe the death of my sweet boy transmigrated into my grandson,
an embodiment of his soul with in, two spiritual bodies becoming one.
So amazing that Joey's spirit has again become earth bound,
this is why I believe what goes up....must come back down...
~Date Written: February 28, 2016~
Oh! Those candles are gazing in tranquillity
This is the moment of true geniality
I was told by that charming sparkling light
Generosity of this ignited excited night
Gathering the magnitude of surpassing sincerity
Leading the surroundings to indulge in hospitality
Setting the mood to blissfulness and its kind
These glorious states of serene mind
Sweet music and the whispering voice
Motivating the wanderers of no choice
Once a dinky empty space
Today a fulfillment of grace
The lighted delighted folks spoke with vitality
Let us with passion fully embrace
The thought of absolute totality
Gleaming faces hand in hand
Marching towards the universality
A mighty team of genuine versatility
Candles gently rested with solace
At last! Their dreams became the reality
Eddy lives in the gullibility and cohesibility of a gritty city
Between assimilability civility reality and triviality
Here Eddy’s senility is merely an eligible technicality
A wink of eccentricity fragility debility futility impossibility risibility
Still under that mighty illusion of invincibility virility and viability
Invisibility’s equivalent to gentility favouring stability and incredulity
Eyes void of deceptibility infallibility predictability divisibility
Eddy is still irresistibly witty with intelligibility bordering geniality
The indelibility of his ability versus disability for agility and flexibility
Gives Eddy eligibility admissibility accessibility feasibility visibility and divisibility
Implicit credibility whimsicality spirituality frivolity and squeezability
Eddy believes there’s no margin for self-pity when you own a pretty itty bitty kitty
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on March 25, 2018 to contest ALLITERATION POEM sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
I’ll sing you dream songs
that last as long as the hills
but know this my love
it’s fullness IS
the striving of our wills
Against the darkness
that has crept stealthily
into the hearts of man
I cannot describe
this latent longing
to rest mine eyes
upon the faces of my joy
to stay there reticent
upon the turn of your gaze
Soft sentience gathers
like a cloak of gauze
to be not disaffected by
the backs of those who consume
the refuse of worthlessness
and despise excellencies
but prefer the violations of every
virtue , whose villainy
is unconcealed on any level
considered the character
OF MAN
Salacious , drooling compounded
with the Sophistry of sophistication
Supercilious in their vanities
as rottenness to a tree
Nay , but here I seek
a palate for the delicacy
yielding tender fruit
so desirable as it’s fleeting
from a world gone course
that swallows any thoughts
of pursuing a nature
whose potency can be clearly seen
I defy your erosions
corrosion of thought and deeds
whose love is less than
rutting animals
I decry your mogul media
your grand theatrics
I have divorced you
to pursue a finer thought
I’ll pass you on the street
you will have my hello
but don’t expect to drag me
to your peers whose
consciousness is gone
even in the daytime
I will , my time
with the quality , geniality
of thoughts vibrant
of the orchestral heights
and cast your lows
into some other state
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry,
Time marks a question measured to wrangle,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
First, the chick or egg, begs the novelty,
Harmony and anarchy vie tango,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Highs and lows, trials on trails that Odyssey,
Couples meet ... kneels, and fingers … betrothal,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Germane proportionate necessity,
Bidders will empowerment substantial,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Blind contends, an object than rivalry,
A contest midst, wins or lose, a gamble,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Observant confident, sees victory,
The keenly bid, competitors scramble,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Won prize stashed, slips by geniality,
Bewildered notes calm, auctioneer’s gavel,
Quantity taxes or pay quality,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Dreamscape
Fright night echoes sounds clink tapped chalices,
Amidst caused bruised concoctions aplenty,
Dons alehouse barmaids geniality,
Fair distance yonder gates of said palaces.
Camaraderie placates fools, nightfalls,
Host chambered snores all else unpleasantries,
Wenches clear tables its swill and varies,
Whilst yon night watchman hollers hourly calls.
The stoic slept welcomes twilight approach,
Chasten slumberous surrenders dream world,
Muscled manliness stretches stints winnowed,
Mother swoon child tender desire encroach.
Abandon heads sheath will-o'-the-wisp state,
Goliath behemoths failure foiled wake,
Marooned upon drifts angels blissful break,
The golden book said, chapter, verse bears weight.
Widows paired widowers weep tears befalls,
E'er so oft descends expecting rose cheeks,
Point bold repeats shared long days spells short weeks,
Begs one's heart fair soft sweet exchange recalls.
Voiceless notes unfurl rare unwritten soul,
Strengthen brave quill effects sweet passages,
Pledge remembrance weigh all averages,
Stirs careful measure of aged well-sought goal.
Escapes upon winged flight anointed dove,
Glissades white cloud that welcomes warm dawning,
Expecting eyes embrace forth hours thawing,
Borne souls board morns star golden sleigh brought love.
2020 February 08
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT H,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
I am not taking about an apocalypse
I am not talking about humanity’s ultimate collapse
I am not talking about shores battling oceans
This is not about earthquakes inhaling hurricanes
This is about the threats to everyday relationships
The rupture of the tapestry of phratry and friendships
The storms of sweat that flow as our inside breaks apart
I am talking about the cataclysm in our hearts
Imagine a journey watching the evanescence of its destiny
Imagine the sweetest words ever said losing meaning
Imagine your ears losing the sound of your own foot steps
Imagine the look of strangeness masking familiar faces
A mansion becomes a prison cell if it is walled by geniality
An adventure becomes a displacement without our humanity
A friend becomes a stranger when we stand on heels of pretence
A family becomes just an anaemic bloodline without oneness
The fulfilling moments are the ones our hearts retain
When trust is lost, only a tithe may be regained
We try to hide behind blinks as life flips into storms
The world shrinks when we are homeless in our homes