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Magnus Annas
Summer's sensuality
New leaves green with love
Mark the ritual's beginning
A ritual old as the unmarked time
That passed before us all,
In which we were called to spring, to dance
Butterflies and mindless acrobats
Like flowers silently chanting Carpe Diem,
Like Chinese paintings, sense and shadow
Or in the guise of neolithic figures
Scratched upon rocks -
This is what we are,
What we became.
The question asked: Did I love you in the Summer,
Only Summer, when you traced yourself
Upon my skin, my burning skin?
Mon Amour,
That's when I loved you most,
Perhaps, perhaps - this question somewhat answered.
All this and more
When Summer comes.
Play the flute she hands to you.
Pick the fruit from off the altars.
Whilst living in the hic et nunc,
Live also in the there and then.
All these things you live,
If only for the time
You think of them.
Often Summer is the coldest time,
Before the Autumn reigns.
Old Dion is a madman then,
A madman, and he loves to dance
Upon the still soft Winter's graves.
The young all follow Dion,
They laugh and jeer,
Tugging Winter by the beard,
Forgetting all the while
That with each day
They die a little more.
But Dion always lives.
Dion outlives them all.
"Catch me a star!" she'll say,
While you stand gazing at your own reflection,
Whispering,"J'amour toi".
Oh, now comes the rocking-horse time,
When all things grow anew;
Be kind, be kind -
You're fragile as a shard of glass,
Youth's shadow bared before the gaze of wisdom,
Begs sufferance for a few more moments
To bid farewell to Dion
And the girls he checked out on the bus to here.
Before we etch ourselves into the rocks,
Be kind, O Time,
For you are just un beau cheval gris,
Leading us from what we know
Into what we cannot see.
You appeared to me
In the guise of a dream
The clouds surrounded your face
You couldn’t be seen it seems-
I knew you were there- for
You touched my very soul
You were direct
You were intentionally bold-
Without mouthing a word
You told me to “be still my child
For I am here, be still for I am near”-
As you are my witness, those are the very words I did, hear
My mind stopped its inward transition
My aches and pains began to dissipate their leave
My fears were replaced with a peaceful disposition
My tears turned into joy, my heart was relieved-
Your light of protection surrounded me
I felt love like I never had before
You filled my life with happiness
You filled my heart with joy-
You came to me in the guise of a dream
The clouds surrounded your face you could not be seen, it seem
Whenever I try to go back to that place and time that used to be
I close my eyes and there you are- surrounded by clouds blocking my regression
There you are once again rescuing me-
Tingling passion arose as you came close.
Romance rolled to tell ‘we would not stay apart.’
Unfolding your wish you dared to propose.
Emotive urge surged to flow from you to my heart.
Territory of amour was built in vain.
Coward in guise of lover came and relation coiled.
Love terminated in piercing pain.
I was devoted, it seemed everything spoiled.
I was too young to endure getting devastated
As I grew old, realised my innocence and infatuation.
I proceeded on my way, no more being frustrated.
I drove away feeling of emotional exploitation.
Attaining maturity, I met true love in later life.
Built my successful career and perfect family.
I learned to accept any challenge, while in strife !
Now proud mother, fulfilled ambition , living happily.
St. Peter told the devil
It was not appropriate guise,
Perhaps he should dress like the others,
In costumes of men who were wise.
The wise men nodded and smirked
To hear St. Peter give him grief.
That devil was obviously a jerk
Or so they'd come to believe.
"I'm just here for the party,"
They heard the devil say.
"This costume will have to do,
It's so late in the day."
All throughout the party
They would hear the occasional shriek
As the pointy end of the devil's tail
Under skirts did peek.
After several complaints to the host,
St. Peter decided to ask
"Does anyone know who's in that devil gear,
This party will be his last."
No one seemed to know him
But at the unveiling at end of night
The devil was not among them.
He'd disappeared from sight.
All that were on the guest list
Had been accounted for.
It seems someone had crashed the party
And snuck in through the door.
for Tony Brooks Halloween Hustle contest
What If Destiny...
Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To...
Communicate (temporarily,
strictly and hypothetically)
merely allowing me to burble
essentially rendering, limiting,
and fixing me tubby nonverbal,
where frustration ensued -
inducing passivity, asper myself
shrugging shoulders in resignation
coon sitter ring thy fate
nsync with that of a gerbil?
Thus codifying, con
fining, and consigning
stricture to a sorry lot
perhaps finding me
envying fun
Gus of ergot,
which organism at least participates
in a pro active life cycle,
though one may say,
said organism doth rot.
Now...all Joe King aside,
an attempt will be made tried
though daunted to cogitate beside
Ritch ching deep inside
and remain on - ride
ding the straight and true
so please dont chide
restricting me to bide
with guise of seriousness,
when aye decide
did to complete on
par tragedy thalidomide
wrought, yet this poem, though belied
and bedeviled pondering
how Yukon not induce tongue re:
totally tubularly restrained,
sans tubby unable to talk
plus afflicted with autism,
hence guide
did through extreme effort
pretending, thus
to feign being denied
critical skill to chat
with a snap allied
(NOT with van knit tee),
but dead seriousness try
ying with futility hypothetically
impossible to imagine tubby
accursed without means to speak
compounded by autism,
an immeasurable frustration
must mount inside,
viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor,
nonetheless I cried
inside when the limp deceased body of
six year old
Maddox Ritch – already died,
drowned mainly supposedly,
when dashing ahead,
he didst play hide
with his father (Ian Ritch),
while the special needs child
(unknowingly) both spent
final hours together
bonding at Rankin
Lake Park in Gastonia
within North Carolina.
It was in a different era from today’s when two soul mates met -
a time when a single woman could afford no blemish on her reputation.
For them to meet in public would require a trusted friend to be their sentry,
for one of them was engaged to a man she wished not to wed.
Under the guise of an enterprise in the home of the one betrothed, they met!
Once having met, the two had fallen deeply in love,
for how can one turn one’s sight from the visage of astral skies
once seeing the brilliance of bright stars in one’s soul mate’s eyes?
How can one not long to see their adored ever again?
Though it may have been a pernicious thing to do,
they chanced one day to traverse a valley to be with one another,
for nothing could dampen their anticipation of that rendezvous.
Their time was but one week together, and then it was ended.
Years later, the one who had remained single
sat watching the face of the one who had been forced into marriage,
who sat on the opposite side of the balcony of a theater,
not knowing her lover watched her secretly from afar as she listened
to the melancholy strains of music coming from the orchestra.
It was the symphony of their love story, and as it played on,
her eyes (two bright stars) wept beautifully sad tears.
Nov. 5, 2020 for John Hamilton's 'Eight word challenge 11' Contest NA
For Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (Feb 2)' Poetry Contest
I stood
Observing in the scene
The rude wind in the wood
During cuisine
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Be loyal
To only unwise friend
You'll be treated royal
Ever unbend
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
I know
It is of no use
Never to forego
water from a sluice
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
The sea
Of our life's end is unseen,
A ever able caged escapee
In marine
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
How waves
Yearn up and down
Dancing to the airwaves
Unruly frown
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
You control
The sea listens to be so still
And the wearies are console
Lives refill
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Moonlit River
Paints the calm waves of nature sway
By which humans accompany its diver
In gay
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Peaceful atmosphere
it creates give joy and peace in true guise
Though the treats and love don't adhere
Without prize
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Happiness surrounds
Home of little children good together
Great experience of exposure founds
Change weather
Nullify needs
That would have to unseal
The deceits growing weeds
Bye peal
Attacked by Janus-faced complexity
My mind responds with functionality
To present either sheer timidity
Or self-entitlement tenacity.
Gripped with hypocrisy’s duplicity
I succumb to boastfulness-dignity
In striving for victorious verity
Achieving, though blown by futility.
Then, playing safe midst glad security
My conscience settles for “low” identity
Yet, that is not true in actuality
Since I’m drowning into dishonesty.
Frailty hides behind pride’s integrity
Such is human nature’s reality
Showing arrogant personality
This besets me in my carnality…
Braced by feelings of superiority
I tend to value self’s priority
Along the guise of false humility
Enclosed by ingratitude’s vanity…
Admitting my guilt of being haughty
Heart of mine confesses infirmity
Asking God* for compassion’s propensity
Indeed repentant, seeking His pity…
Recognizing who’s in authority
I stay in the Saviour’s security
Trusting divine Source of tranquility
Who forgives sins by His grace-certainty...
Now, freed from shame’s blaming intensity
My soul thanks the sovereign Almighty
Declaring I’m not anymore guilty
By His peace I did claim with surety.
Doing best with accomplishment’s duty
Propelled by devotion’s sincerity
I cling to Giver of blessings’ bounty
To check always my wrong audacity.
With the Lord’s miraculous specialty
Transforming me toward eternity
I bow to His life-building creativity
Directing me for kindness-purity.
*James 4:6 "But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble."
November 29, 2023
1st place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 40" Chosen Topic and original Title: Janus Face
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 12/16/2023
President Olusegun Obasanjo- Atiku Abubakar
Promises of pardoned traitors
Reek like ancient regrets.
Exhibitions,
Steeped in rapacity.
Inured to light, they
Dominate blindly
Evoking the same air of oppression
Noteworthy of the days of yore.
Traitors in transit, trampling as they go.
Over us, they bellow.
Lording it, they rule
Under the guise of foreign dogmas,
Silence all demanding.
Egocentric beasts with rotund bellies
Gloats with our reserves.
Unaffected by the groaning of a people
Nestled in penury.
Our Overseers,
Behemoths, disguised,
Assiduously make us the
Shame of the whole world while
At perfect ease with themselves.
Neglecting the many sufferers about, they
Jostle for private vaults in Zurich as
Our poverty became their riches.
And the bespectacled gargoyle
Trenched in the prison called Rock.
Impervious to all wisdom,
Kept an unholy vigil as
Undertakers beckoned suddenly.
Archetypical simpletons, they
Bask in gaudy wealth
Untouched by the miseries surrounding them
Building high walls to keep prying eyes away.
Atop Hills, perched like Vultures,
Kleptocrat searching for new honour.
Aglow in oily garbs, they
Regale themselves, as the world looks on in amazement!
At the wake of their economic turmoil
Destitute sailors with battered ships
Set sails to seek fields of greener pastures
Aided by Indian Ocean winds, they drifted north
Welcomed with open hands at the Moroccan fort.
Seen as lost souls in need of aid and care
They were embraced, unaware of the deceit they'd bear.
Like salt dissolving into water, they melted in.
Offered status, they began a trade by barter.
But beneath their guise of humble traders lay a scheme
Their kindred followed, with goods as merchants' team.
Initially trading on Gold, diamonds and Ivory
With more fortune, our kin to slavery they bury.
Things began to fall apart, a wave that swept the land
Transforming cultures, as if done by God's hand.
Way of life of peasants from distant shores
Echoes of tongues never heard before.
Crosses rose where once stood ancient shrines
As old beliefs gave way to foreign signs.
Leadership stripped off it's dignity, embracing thoughts of a few.
Africa's destiny began to accrue.
The European arrival is our owes to borrow
Their taking knows no bounds, eating flesh and sucking the marrow.
No replacement offered for what they claim
In their wake, we're left to navigate a maze, a boring game..