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I’m from Kansas. My name is Dorothy Gale.
I could weave for you a fantastic tale
about farmhands, a twister, and a floating abode;
flying monkeys, little people, and a yellow brick road;
a wizard and witches and old, yet new, friends;
ruby slippers, little Toto, and how the magic all ends
when the needy at last see they’ve had all along
what they thought they were lacking and then became strong.
I could tell how the clicking of heels took me home,
for there’s no place like home. I have no need to roam.
But instead of creating a long narrative,
I’ll just say from my heart how much I love to live
on a farm here in Kansas with people who care.
The great lesson I’ve learned, I am happy to share:
a trip over the rainbow was not what I needed.
A hard bump on the head led to wisdom I heeded.
When I came to--surrounded by those I love best,
I at last realized I am gloriously blessed.
Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self,
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from people who do not understand that poetry
is something we are compelled and born to do with our feelings.
Your diary entries may form themselves into goodness or badness
before you realize your calling as a poet.
Truths shockingly ooze out, surprising you.
Feelings creep out onto a page, in loud angry letters,
or romantic feelings daintily brush onto a crisp lined page
in the form of sweetness and light.
You are a word player, because you cannot
stop this obsession, but it does not define you.
This poetry gig is but a glimmer of a glimpse of yourself.
You might be a caregiver, or a wonderful friend.
People who count on your smile every day may not realize
you have a love affair with words, and an obsession to write them.
We are each a unique jewel, mined from God’s mind.
Poetry may initiate a whisper of a tiny facet of ourselves,
but our secrets are safe. We not merely poets. We are lovers
of life, and words. Most importantly, we remain gloriously hidden
and unknown to most.
Written 12-20-18 Contest: You Are Not Defined by Poetry
Sponsor: John Hamilton
I gaze up into the swoon of night,
forbidden thoughts of you, swallowed by the moon.
An authentic surprise…
A magnetic dimension…
a precarious invention indeed.
Our creed...
Every word...
Every thought freed.
A whole world waiting between,
what I had dreamed…
what I had imagined…
I feel you, sacred, like Tamarind
or Tiger Lily...
Slowly, quietly, absolutely!
You appear, here…
A home that’s been waiting in my heart,
debating this art now on display,
Just an array of sunrays in every way.
Rekindled intention of a love dimension.
Oh, what an exquisite invention!
As I gaze up into the swoon of night,
The moon so dazzlingly bright.
Your eyes give rise to this sweet kind of wise.
And there, in your eyes, still…
The moon so gloriously full,
As I feel a euphoria of wonderful.
Don’t go, don’t float away this time…
I need your light for my words to take flight,
for the poet to delight...
Set the mind alight...
Forbidden fire...
I cannot write without your desire.
Methinks resurgence of wakefulness
after bewitching hour i.e. midnight
quickly dissipating before dawn
quasi baptism regarding
preternatural soulful immersion
amidst spiritus mundi
foretaste awaiting expiration
regarding corporeal being
yours truly approaching mortality,
despite atheistic predilections
mine consciousness anointed
amist pantheon renown authors
analogous to dead poet society
ephemerally, fleetingly, gloriously
rejuvenated injecting inspiration
channeling, kindling, tindering
divine ethereal effervescence
allowing, enabling, proffering
exquisite jubilant outlook,
albeit phenomenal, quintessential, surreal
flash dancing unbelievable arabesque
spellbinding one garden variety
no name brand mortal
with dizzying evocative
silent springing summer
re: August gifted wordsmiths
avast swath of diverse
literary creative minds
amalgamation spanning
representative creeds, ethnicities,
genders, nationalities, religions...
disembodied spirits
peacefully commingling
immortal legendary outsize resplendent
universally vaunted writers
inaccessible to communicate
become linkedin while
this body (me) electrified
with sensory awareness
merely sneak preview
after life coming attractions,
nonetheless spark zealousness
to hone poetic craftsmanship
never approaching supreme
talent these masters endowed
yet also aspiring
to tamp down intimidation
beholding gold standard
benchmarked excellence
no matter mine deft
flourishes with English language
never earns raves
still enjoyment arises
enamored with kickstarting
indulging reverence expressing
emotions, thoughts, yearnings...
thru milieu courtesy
twenty six symbols,
where dictionary equals Bible
said tome in tandem with thesaurus
treasure trove of untold delight
and affinity since boyhood
until...corporeal flesh
attains posthumous summons.
recurrent suicidal thoughts vain
gloriously wend
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yanking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus decades long
perdition hellaciously slogging
slow as adam and the ants,
thru fifty shades of gray's
anatomy common weal
masterly baiting this motley crue (cutting),
beatle browed, beastie boy,
outre gee (bee) us, grateful dead,
mailer daemons inhabit
cavernous fist size vastness steel
via Herbie Hancock (Hermans Hermits)
cheesy Munster trap doors that steal,
deep purple swiftly tailored
culture club members squeal
hosted by mega death pack rat boston for real
venue at Tokyo hotel, via en grave invitation
signed by Alice in Chains poison huss kiss
sing, which will spellbind
once contents unveiled, an instant app peal
immediately choking off air supply
then Alice Cooper egging bad company
to hypnotize the guess who sacrificial meal
supplanting raw primal scream from spinal tap
acquiescing self to abandon all hope,
especially if black sabbath joins
creed dance clearwater revival
dark shadows would demand one
(to take a knee) and kneel
before sacrificing oneself at the beck and call
of evanescent nirvana
experiencing permanent relief,
sans soul (twisted) sister riding a hansom
off phish hull heart shaped coffin
ample room enough for blind
melon collie 10,000 maniacs, their heal
ling powers profusely emanating
via m&m shaped talking heads
methinks averring obeisance
to judas priest and hooters with coldplay feel
ling of eternal sleep, where quiet pussy riot
joins carpenters, whose underground
sepulchral crowded house indicative
cynthesis iz a done dizzy Gillespie afterlife deal
and you bet your sweet bippy meme
an extra bonus for orthodox believers
(absent myself - a skeptic),
whose karma with long deceased will anele!
Form:
"For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." - beautifulnow.is
Autumn tiptoed in after summer.
I reminisce of the silent kiss
she left as droplets on the delicate florets
of one beautiful, bright chrysanthemum.
Her early morning tryst went undetected
until the evidence of it glistened
in the light of a sweet September dawn.
I spotted that lovely mum blushing pink
from the visit Autumn made just before King Sun peeked down
from his throne of gold on high in the brilliant sky
when he caught the goddess bidding a fond farewell
to the flower she had been deliciously romancing.
Too many times to count has Autumn visited
other flowers, leaving her fleeting touch of love
which puts a glow on their pretty petaled faces,
but each of her kisses is evanescent.
In that moment I recall, one chrysanthemum
glowed most gloriously from the silent kiss.
Briefly was #11 on 100 Best New Poems list on Oct 26, 2025
Behold my Christmas globe!
Stuck there is a family portrait
radiating serenity bliss
exuding gladness, glowing with contentment
projecting contagious smiles of perpetual triumph
asserting gratitude of purity’s essence
captivating my heart.
In my Christmas globe…
nativity-scene revival flashes:
manger birth of the Saviour Emmanuel*
midst earth parents, Mary and Joseph
angels’ carols gloriously reverberate
“Peace on earth, good will to men…”
delighting my spirit.
Glued to my Christmas globe
I offer to God my thanksgiving praise
for His granted gift: life everlasting
through His Son Who left His throne of glory
living humbly in a mortal home
genuine giving He exemplified
empowering my faith's commitment to share.
*Matthew 1:23 Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.
December 7, 2019
3rd place, "Stuck in a Christmas Globe" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 12/12/2019.
Hello! Jesus, my old friend
I've come to talk to you again
To receive blessings in early mornin' light
After the night
No longer in a world of silence
The sun rises once again
From distance shores of other men
The sky holds dreadlocks of dark grey
But can't keep the Son away
My tears as rain comes down
For all the world's evil around
In this mornin' silence
Hello! Jesus, come again__ fill my heart
Let me weep and not condemn
Show me what I can do
I want my life to count so for you'
In this world of silence
The birds to you sing their praise
Thank you Father for today
Thank you so for all the food
For the sun and the moon
For the glories of the sky
Then the crows crawing near-by
The changing colors of the sky
For the sound of silence
The crows are so distrubed
Are they greeting the sun with words
As it's changing the sky from night
With colors so gloriously bright
The sky's sun casting magenta on the dreadlock clouds
Crows singing very loud
To the sound of silence
Are the timber cutters disturbing
The crow's roost
Those silhoeutted trees against the rose tinted clouds
Of the mornin' blue sky
That lift arms of praise to the sky
In the sound of silence
Roosters begin their tune of love
The tune that you gifted them to sing
In the mornin' silence
Ocean wave charcoal clouds
Jet streak going through
Mornin' silence is distrubed with a noise
In the mornin' silence
Clouds have changed to golden sand
Sun has risen again soon to heat the earth
Restoring leaves to green the trees
In the sound of silence
A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank
key teachers approximately
42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago (most whose names frank
lee listed below),
when the need to access
and retrieve
immediate necessary information
analogously interleaved
among coaxial bracts
during examinations relegated
as hopelessly lost
into interstitial invisible cranial cracks
irretrievably buried
during examinations, which age
(feels like a million years ago)
often found me seized and caged
with sudden inability to remember
any vital answers as gauged
evidenced by nothing writ
ten on paper (even including my name),
thus loosely similar as aye sit
to compose poetry,
and/or prose tempted to quit
asper defeated by resignation,
and sinking sensation in the pit
of my stomach (more so regarding orbit
ting like an unsound garden
black hole son around cold (mit
ten necessary) awful days grudgingly
handing over like a lit
till insignificant being,
a test paper devoid of academic grit
analogously surrendering
(while feeling fit
tubby tied, sense internally emit
ting abnegation sans chafing at the bit,
2.
yet no sooner did buzzer indicated test
time over, then (of course),
an instantaneous pest
that blocked chunk dramatically
flowered gloriously invoking nest
head treasured mother lode
of learned information invest
ment accounting for principle ball lanced
formerly figuratively barricaded facts
suddenly at my behest
ironically retaining to this day
dogged details amazingly,
now gracing lix spittle fist size gray
dictating academic failure
forcing laying down pen hay
for ma forgotten requisite thoughts may
king skepticism about self thrive, ray
zing mailer demons impossible to slay.
Written: November 23, 2023
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Dreams and fears dwell in a magical world.
Fantastic Four Warriors have been shown.
Reed, the smart mind, extends his word.
With aptitude and genius, he leads alone.
Johnny, the human torch, blisters fiercely.
He glows at dusk with his drive, rising clearly.
Ben, who embodies tenacity, is penultimate.
In a stone facade, he was loyal and ultimate.
They're the Fantastic Four, a fearsome force.
Will unite to protect the world's unending course.
In a vast, thrilling world of choices and wonders.
The Fantastic Four represent their thunder.
Their odyssey led from space to the sea floor.
Brave and proud, they fight evil and strive for more.
The ideal four bands and their foes shiver with fear.
Reed's wit, Sue's veil, Johnny's fire, and Ben's spear
Hope glows in a wide and fantastic universe.
Their fortitude is adaptable to any reverse.
They overcome adversity and become a family.
Their hearts blaze gloriously and effortlessly.
Elastic-powered Fantastic Four bear their place.
Their pursuit of justice culminates in an embrace.
Their fights are not only physical but also mental.
They find hope for a raw dawn whilst being gentle.