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Giving of myself entirely
and making others happy
is my greatest wish,
no other passion is greater than this:
intensely feeilng it and sharing it.
Some have thrown stones at me without a solid reason,
and murmured wicked words filled with jealousy and hate,
not knowing that truth was my lighthouse not standing alone...
that one day would have shed light everywhere! My night
wasn't the darkest and my morning was the brightest!
I have seen again those malevolent eyes,
but those evils hearts didn't give me a chance to love them,
and reading their unloving thoughts I avoided them;
are they dead or alive, roaming the dark forest of their soul,
never seeking the warm light of another sunrise?
Giving of myself entirely
is a passion and a devotion;
my happiness echoes with gleeful emotion,
seeing them smile and laugh, shake hands
and congratulate themselves for their good fortunes.
If they thought as I think and loved as I love,
no unkindness would deprive anyone of giving of themselves;
so what's the cause of their malcontent? Hatred, selfishness or pride?
I've come to this shocking conclusion: self-love!
It's the huge cloud blocking our sun and making it really unbright!
I'd rather spend my days by myself than having untrue friends,
friendship should be that iron bar that no heat is ever able to melt;
understanding, forgiving and loving is the strongest allegiance
we could ever wish or dream of...then let your honesty be it!
Let's built tomorrow on trust, not self-gain, and love each other!
Warriors in us,
When time comes, we fight our fiercest battle.
A dainty lass, cocooned by mother’s care,
and father’s protective arms,
grew up gleeful and merry, humming melodies and frolicking carefree
in the lap of bountiful nature,
Nobody told her she was the most captivating beauty ever existed!
But when a Prince trotted by, and caught glimpse of an exquisite vision,
he couldn’t but fall in love, with the breathtaking beauty, body and soul.
The Prince recognized his destiny, he was certain that this symbol of elegance, he was waiting for,
And didn’t waste a moment begging for her hand,
It all sounds surreal, sometimes life is stranger than fairytale.
The exquisitely alluring queen lived a blissful life with her King,
Until one day life brought something utterly tragic and unforeseen -
The young King left her alone in this world with an infant child.
The Princess became a real Queen,
not only occupying a jewel-encrusted throne, and wearing a tiara with Rubies and Diamonds,
safeguarding the country with a powerful hand, defending the needy and the weak.
In her twenties, she transformed herself into the protector of the land.
The demure, bashful Princess mustered her entire strength, her indomitable spirit,
She decided to turn herself into the Warrior Queen, on a horseback,
wore a warrior suit, carried her husband’s sword.
It really happened, soon her land, her Jhansi, was attacked by foreign powers.
The Fighter Queen was undaunted and fearless,
her sole goal was to protect the people from the enemy relentless.
With blessings from her beloved parents, and undying love from her deceased husband,
The Warrior Queen went to the battlefield with her greatest power, with supreme might.
With a child on her back, she jumped on the loyal horse,
She fought until her last drop of blood was shed on the soil of her dearest Jhansi.
Alive is the Warrior Queen, in the ever-chanted melodious strains sung by her people.
They sing the song of a Warrior Queen
who was as ornately beautiful as a dainty Rose,
and as valiantly courageous as the Mother Earth.
First Place - Warrior Contest (A Warrior Queen)
Sponsor: Silent One
They came dancing without rules,
fervent visitants, fanning flamingo dresses of furious prisms,
figments so lustrous, figurantes in gleeful percussive permutations,
Their luminous spectral syncopation dazzling against a stark dark vista,
against the opaque nocturnal skyline, against all the bruises of one’s psyche.
They came dancing.
They were currents of tormented effulgence, wave upon wave,
a rocky glistening sea, a silent tumultuous celebration.
To behold is to be enraptured, to abandon all wretchedness,
to suspend all awareness of the human capacity for cruelty.
In the flood of the flaming sky, one is lifted by inexplicable wings,
by the ballroom careening intoxication.
They came dancing without rules.
I giggled myself throughout my life as I laughed again and again
I swear I saw myself as crazy, but I could not care
All I wanted to do was laugh out loud and laugh hard and repeatedly do so putting smiles on peoples faces
I had this loud sound which was a remedy and filled the room with my presence while bringing people together with my laughter
I couldn’t stop laughing
I carried with me moments which were irreplaceable and knew without effort that I could brighten someone else’s day
Maybe I was Trevor Noah in disguise, aligning my laughter to set them free
I couldn’t stop laughing
My laughter was gleeful and pure like that of an innocent child which couldn’t be missed for sure!
With my loud sound, I brought the past with its memories making it fly past me
I was filled with both the innocence and mischief that of a child bringing out the best in people who were depressed and anxious making them forget about what once was
I couldn’t stop laughing as I made sure that when leaving the room, I left spirits lifted and soaring
I had this beauty which made people twirl giving them sparkles and glitters in their eyes
I was colors brought to life making hearts and souls bloom while washing away the gloom stained by the past
I couldn’t stop laughing as I had giggles everywhere I set foot
“In the bathroom making melodies in the shower, in the kitchen setting water and soap ready for the dishes and in front of my bosses as an average employee who is expected to keep quite even when there was a joke set to be laughed at”
I swear they never saw that coming that I could burst a sound so contagious differentiating a perspective of an ordinary human
This I knew for sure
That I was an adult born out of joy with jovial moments which are forever captured
That I always busted wavering my laughter from a happy heart with hands full of life
I couldn’t stop laughing
I had this infectious laugh making some joyful sound ringing melodies shared with the world and I knew without doubt that I carried medicine which couldn’t be staged
Poet
Masego Nkuna
The Blackpool donkeys have given up
they have boarded jumbo jets
to be emotional support animals
for those lesser angels
that protect us wingless fliers.
They have opted out.
Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying kids and also others
that drank beer as they heavily jogged along
their thighs clapping sore ribs.
In a dulled daydream the donkeys moved
with downcast eyes,
backs spavined from gleeful bums and knees.
The sound of swishing waves
lulling eventually
into a sea-green batch of somnambulates.
When they could carry no more -
some were trucked away
to be neglected unto death.
Now the donkeys have retired themselves,
have changed form.
When not flying business class
they surfboard in Hawaii,
their Bermuda shorts billow widely
as if tailored for four-legs.
Those that once rode them
on that uncultured British beach,
now take river cruises
to the more refined European cities
and hardly ever see a donkey,
but if they do
I hope that for a moment
they feel a knobby spine
again bruising their sophisticated
time-worn tight bottoms.
Bringing branches with their trunks, they start their festival with glee
Swinging silent bells at the pearl sailing in the night sky
Flinging away darkness and dirt, for light to finally see
Singing pearls in the branches, pray to the divine up high
Praying to the ship of fourteen gates filled with splendorous light
Begging the pearl-gathering angels to help them ascend
Entreating the Maiden of Light to continue the long fight
Worshipping Jesus the Splendour, the lord and gleeful friend
Inspired by Pliny the Elder's account of elephants worshipinng the moon with branches, while incorporating Manichaean beliefs about the moon.
The chances, remote
that a dog and a goat
should strike up a friendship this way.
It’s important that you know
that Broccoli and Juno
spend hours at play every day.
Now Juno’s a force
as big as a horse;
her long white hair flows like a mane.
The size of her paws
would sure give one cause
to give that dog plenty of rein.
Sir Broccoli’s a nubian
who loves to be butting in;
he’s never far out of the mix.
When he lowers his head,
he fills them with dread,
but Juno, she gets in her licks.
They both get to snorting
with gleeful cavorting,
and you wonder if one will get hurt.
Two birds of a feather
In all kinds of weather,
lying side by side there in the dirt!
A beautiful clear dazzling earthly fantasy !
The tangled trees lush and green,
creating a serene, peaceful image
with a forest path labyrinthine ...
Calliope~ Delphic earnestly flying gleeful !
My Muse fluttering with bliss,
flying in and out of the forest
whispering to me "come look at this" ...
Exquisite, fantastical- glowing halcyon, indefinable, journey !
And I follow Muse without question,
and view beauty and beauty and turn,
as birds sing a harmonic progression ...
Kaleidoscopic ... lovely meadow _ nature oasis paradise !
I linger with this peace,
penning my thoughts in tranquility
and then, Muse I release ...
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July 27, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Earthly Fantasy
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1375-939-27
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Alpha Lines
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 08/07/2021
First Place
Hauteur brigand bound for gratuitous strand
Knows not he is country's chattel, enemy's contraband
As gallant marauders o'er ages spanned
His quest for glory fate will countermand
Gleeful lad starting out on quick, definitive errand
Becoming grizzled veteran in war that will opportunistically expand
Raw recruit ready to fight for: family, honor, land
Feted for trivial pursuits, political ends; on mission clandestined
Tailored uniform, coiffed hat, shiny ordinand
Destined to be sullied by the designs of ruthless marksman
In ritual parade of arms on regal, stately stand
Unaware of his wistful foe's unremitting hand
With loyal comrades bivouacked in tidy
band
Soon to be in raucous tumult marked with a beastly brand
Dutiful, diligent soldier always firing on demand
In the heat of battle, only self preservation will command
Pre-war sprawling tenements; deprivations can withstand
Later, in squalid camp morphing into looting, pillaging firebrand
Vital piece in war game carefully mapped, planned
Innocuous pawn anonymously falling in unmarked, lowland.
***Waterfalls***
A river’s passage to rock-walled heights of mountain clifts to no longer find a straightway ahead along more accepting ground but to be soon upset at the sudden edge’s denial of place where
The dynamic current’s bed is sliced away causing the river’s chaos collapse down
Having first started first over Earth-exalted terrain then set hurtling down
The flowing river surging as if in physical angst accelerates flash down
Falling surprised nearly shocked but see how then seemingly gleeful and gleaming from above to below and down
Gurgled splashes in silver streaks thrown shining back up mark the. instants of how storm alarms streamed currents over to down
On down to spiral in a toll of rolling over and over on itself this intent artery having lost shape altering identity from river to falls down
Bottom speeds gyrating wrapping about hunting release to find a new dominion a new level healing ground in another valley of the opening light of life spreading forth…
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(c) sally young Eslinger 11/21
Thanks be to God