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Thee nonpareil Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan
blessed honest to dog goodness her person doth bring
never could her brother wish upon NON GMO
(archaeopteryx, buffalo, chicken...) wing,
and genuine prayer anybody more a maze zing.
Many countless years before
our dear mother passed away four
plus eleven earth orbitz ago,
she voluntarily repeated more
times than I can remember "your
older sister possesses altruistic qualities."
The above words enclosed by this bloke
with double quotation marks, okey-doke
not necessarily the way mama spoke,
but yours truly took poetic liberty
without any intention generating impulse to choke
the harmless, nameless, and stateless writer
and literally went bonkers
while going for Baroque
for recognized virtue that recently woke.
Kinship towards angelic, fantastic, pacific anchor
understandable why her spouse did hanker
during their courtship to pledge his troth
to maneuver metaphorical
hook, line, and sinker as though steadying a tanker.
Innocence and naïveté suffused little boy
occupying body of aging long haired
pencil necked geek without gainful employ
and (and as a shy person without benefit
of powdered milk biscuits)
generally trended solitary
verses masing with hoi polloi,
nevertheless ofttimes relentlessly teased
bully me, I loathed treatment on par
with worthlessness linkedin with discarded toy,
thus gratitude prevails toward eldest sibling
(no matter just thirteen plus months older)
pseudo motherhood she did deploy
to ward off aggressive monsters.
I reckon eyes appreciation
matured into present thankful attitude,
now with mooch time to ponder and brood
how earlier in my life behavior childish and crude
methought meself as hotshot dude,
yet these days, I couch sincerity writing
one or another poetic endeavor
knitting words analogous to composing an etude
contemplative, intuitive, and ruminative mental food
for thought hoop ping to convey
honest to goodness gratitude
communicating reasonable rhyming message
(if yee be downcast dearly beloved sister)
delivering uplifting, kickstarting exalting mood.
My conscience flickers within my brain
My eyes meet the floor in constant shame
In a dark room I sit and wait
Until I go into my own world with less hate
My eyes get tired and begin to close
The thumping of my blood developing flows
Mind twists into a sleepy mode
Of all the different roads I rode
I’ve finally made it to my sweet refugee
A world I created for just me
I land on my feet in the middle of the wood
With all the colors of the rainbow and the air smelling so good
My best faerie-friend lands in the palm of my hand
She tells me what the goblins did to the land
And how them and the giants destroyed it with fights
How the sun stopped shining it’s precious lights
I needed to be there for it had been too long
So I whistled my genuine elf-song
The dragons, gnomes, faeries, and friends
All came out as the white-tigers emerged from their dens
They circled around me with tears in their eyes
Told me how the giants and goblins took our most precious prize
They tried to destroy the world I made
Tried to wipe out all the life and the world began to fade
They were so glad I was home again
We will create an army and now we’d win...
Some call them the black sheep,
you know those folk who venture forth,
down the roads that others fear to tread.
Ridicule and disdain is their lot in life;
though if not for them, the truly blind
would remain forever in slumber.
Black sheep sing a different tune;
their view is of an abstract world,
rarely noticed by the line-towers.
Unrestricted, often unrefined, societal outcasts,
black sheep are genuine adventurers;
sages with the capacity to awaken the world.
Courageous, daring, heroes;
often thrive on blind faith, not fear;
the dreamers who initiate doers.
Black sheep are the inspiration;
the creative edge that carves out the future;
the impetus sparking others imaginations.
7-9-19
Black Sheep Poetry Contest
Anthony Slausin
- collaboration with LU LOO -
Sweetheart, you are my perpetual connection,
My alleviation found in perfection-
Bound by love and affection
Saturated in loneliness were you-
I knew the pain of loss and despair you carried with ease;
Black ravens plague this existence,
Yet you stay with me, longing for my hopelessness to cease,
Descending onto my grateful knees-
I sense your essence in the breeze
The wind blows, and gusts prevail,
Intense obscurity of the calamity I faced before you attains-
Emerging from the dust I was found
Weeping in the forsaken land of my desolated heart’s remains;
and...
As the tempest rages in warm rains,
Your genuine adoration still sustains
A million fairytales tremble at us,
They know how our love does outshine with flickering light-
Sounds of swift ivory doves cry out,
Fleeting into the ebon night; for our love loses not insight,
Never cursed or full of deep blight;
I embrace you…you hold me tight
For I am but a woman craving to be near you for all of eternity-
And I shall feel this pure affection or you, my beloved…eternally.
AP: 3rd place 2025
When we finally get home none of this will matter,
All the years spent killing will end in one final battle,
Tears locked in bottles will pour out like rain,
That is when we will truly obtain,
The mysteries of the human race,
The times on earth we felt misplaced,
The horror of our loved ones never showing genuine embrace,
This life will be forgotten,
All the years we fought to win,
We will be like little children again when it all begins,
So why can’t we just listen to the wind and rest assure,
That the heavens made rach one of us for so much more,
Why do we get stuck in entwining webs,
Turning true love into tiny threads,
Saying peace then turning away,
From everything our mouths do say,
Many are emotionally dead inside,
Most of us just find it easier to run and hide,
But you can’t run too far,
For our maker made every star,
He knew each trial and knew we would fall,
Yet, he still loves us all,
Many humans have lived to hate and kill,
Longing to have anything to temporarily fill,
The voids and constant shame,
Opening doors and then pushing the blame,
Longing to be right when thry are so very wrong,
Saying they are not weak and that they are strong,
Holding on to prejudices, poision and fear,
While the time of redemtion is drawing near,
Instead of holding each other’s hands,
Restoring peace to our land,
Humility can heal this great Nation,
Bring forth comfort, restortion and true revelation,
Regardless, someday every knee will bow,
Let’s take the time now,
To renew our everlasting vows.
By: Sabina Nicole
The nature's smell of Sodom
Parades war scent;
Smells it like Saddam's nose
To safeguard his own darling kingdom
How watching designs ascent
To save millions from foes
Which makes room for continuing lust
And finds it difficult afterwards to adjust
Even when no war seems around the corner
Yet they fear and doubt every foreigner
Iraq is to war what Sodom is to transgression
Yet He's full of mercy in anger cum genuine confession
To them sins kill boredom
The only happiness florescent
Which measure up her woes
Open destruction bestows
Warnings for fire to save autumn
Before timing bomb explodes without consent
The esthesis of Gomorrah
Lives in the deep Dead sea
To win the game away karma
How much plead will erase guilty?
When hearts feel cool hosting pleasure
How fear parades fate without check
Gearing up with joy for whatever becomes her Camorra
But with gut, the degree of the wrath eyes don't see
Except for the amusement audience did see in drama
What reasoning could have tagged absurdity
Is of high rate for worth as high as of treasure
So heavy; the one her ship can't stand cum wreck
To them wickedness strengthen ego
Her contest among dominant men
Forgiveness being enslaved in terror
Of endless quest trying times won't forego
Or bring to justice and be put into den
To face its own end in lonely terror
You sneeze; loud rowdy thunder strikes
Sins are irritants Your nose dislikes
Yet man's expulsion is involuntarily
For Your anger strikes temporarily
How come they don't see compassion
That brought on them such wrath; their eyes passion
Smell out
Turn about
You know me
Nothing surprise Thee
For nothing is hidden
Those that are forbidden
By Your commandments off caution
Which have done without precaution
Oh grow-up nose mask; smell not
For my sins are so hot
That You won't inhale such dirts periodically
Let alone You get to exhale spasmodically
He was a handsome man with a face full of strength
We all thought he was marvelous, a king on the brink.
He will become famous, we assured one another.
He had a sultan for a father and a celebrity mother.
But is he genuine? A dolt asked me, not understanding him.
I knew she was asking not out of concern, only a fleeting whim.
He has been more than real to me, I wanted to say.
But I kept this humble opinion from her, far away.
I wanted to keep this majestic king to be to myself.
I put him in my dreams, way up high on my shelf.
I still have memories of him sweeping me away in the night.
On a marvelous magic carpet, with his arms wrapped around tight.
FOR FUTURE GENERATIONS
First and foremost instruction as per my views
to stand: ' Respect Universal Moral Values.'
Next comes following aspects in series,
to face challenges of life with head high, mind free.
On advancement and progress throughout your life
Put your bold steps to overcome conflict and strife.
With dulcet dream continue batting in your field
Never to stop till your dreams getting fulfilled.
May be your strict principle goes,‘My Life is mine,’
always adamant to access success, to shine.
Modern Generations hold higher intelligence.
But old Generations have genuine experience .
Guidance and advices better to analyse.
Choose and judge before venturing new enterprise.
Respect instructions from seniors and elders
to help and support strengthening your shoulders.
Take lessons from all kind of adversities
As Global citizen, rise above all complexities.
Humanity is the only religion :
Basic concept of perfect civilization..
When a man loves like you, they see beyond the surface,
Beyond the physical appearance, the external facade.
They see the soul, the heart, the beauty within,
A love that transcends the fleeting nature of skin.
If they like what they see on you, it's just a disguise,
For a love that's shallow, and a heart that compromises.
But when the beauty fades, and the body shape changes too,
Their love will wane, and their hearts will pursue.
But a man who loves, loves with every fiber of his being,
He loves the unseen and the seen, the soul and the heart's keeping.
He cherishes the essence, the spirit, and the might,
A love that's not conditional, not based on sight.
A woman's worth is not measured by her physical frame,
Nor is her value determined by the wealth she can claim.
A woman who can be bought is not worth having, it's true,
For love that's genuine, can't be purchased, it's something we do.
Don't get into a relationship for material gain,
For that's not love, that's just a selfish game.
A relationship is what you build, what you invest,
With every tear, every laugh, every moment you've shared and blessed.
Cherish it, nurture it, and never compare,
For every love story is unique, and none is rare.
Put God in it, and let His love be the guide,
Accept the ups and downs, and let your love abide.
Respect the boundaries, and honor each other's space,
For love that's true, respects the heart's sacred place.
So don't settle for less, don't compromise your soul,
For love that's real, will make you whole.
In the end, it's not about the physical sight,
But about the love that shines, like a beacon in the night.
So hold dear to your heart, the one who loves you true,
And cherish every moment, with a love that shines through.
This…change in me
This…selfish need, this greed
Where does it come from?
It’s not from above or below,
It’s earthy, eccentric…alien to me,
And yet it is me!
It is wholly me! Why?
Why has my mind brushed upon this…phase?
Or is it really a phase?
Is this really me now?
I don’t want to transform into something I hate…
I want to transform into something I can… procreate
I want to bedazzle you, and them, and he, and she, and….it,
But my desires are all for nothing
My goals are rotting
I am this… other person now
I’ve changed
I’m not caring anymore
No, not like I used to
But maybe in a way… I’ve began to……
I’ve began to break…
Because it feels good,
To just, allow yourself to fall away,
For a moment—to feel something…
Even if it isn’t genuine, even if it isn’t whole, even if it isn’t right
Is it not me?
Is it not human?
These words they…flow out of me,
And… they are truly what I feel at this present moment
But what will I feel in a day’s time,
In a few years?
I want my eyes to be open again,
My soul to be open,
My dreams to be free
I want them to translate into healing poetry
I want them to translate into the true me
Help me find me…
Yes, I would love that…
If you would help me find me…
***** this poem, "Me" was composed a little differently than my usual ones. I spoke the words out loud, using a recorder. I was never very good with verbal communication, speaking on the spot. I would like to improve on this, experiment a little on improv…I have written down exactly what I have spoken, with no edits, with the intention of creating a coherent poem. I might do a few of these again. Always, Laura