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Art of Maria Prymachenko was heralded by Picasso.
The colorful and bizarre world of life, gone insane.
Her fantastic beasts encapsulate the suffering
of the past and future Ukraine. Starvation prevails.
Horrors depicted from a harmless peasant. God
gifted her with brushes, paints, a surreal imagination
to depict the horrors of deprivation and cannibalism.
A colorful bird with her young in her mouth, appears
to be nurturing, but when the history of the Ukraine
is known, under Stalin’s reign, it is altogether
a macabre depiction of hunger in its morbid form.
Primal myths painted amidst blue-yellow sunflowers.
Maria’s experience as a young peasant girl in her twenties.
God took her away last century. Her paintings in Kyiv
are in jeopardy. She would be appalled at this latest
upheaval of the land she knew. Monsters once more!
Upheaval of breath, to starve, to lose your freedom…
but for fate, we’d be likewise reduced to our base selves.
Would we just lie down and sleep with a quaking belly
or tear flesh from the bones of the dead to quash our hunger.
Poets remain vigilant with imagery as artists stir paint.
Emotions in yellow and blue, hopefully not in red and white
too. We must cherish, be careful, be cognizant and wise,
lest we lick the boots of dictators that slither from the rocks.
O Lord quicken your compassionate heart and warm breath.
Let the nations pray for places on the map, relatable and
otherwise. All creeds and colors give peace, food, intact
family. Let the demons flee to their abysmal home in hell.
3/24/2022
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2022/mar/18/ukraine-best-loved-artist-peasant-maria-prymachenko-terrifying-fooled-stalin-dictator?fbclid=IwAR15mTkFFcXesz5n1yxaPLyKoXFR773Tvf6EMdzi7NXdaFpp6XeGuaICYPc
They marched along courage-dominion
Heralded as heroes, defying cowardice opinion
Soldiers of the country midst freedom companion
Deserving "Super Warrior" medallion.
They fought along peace-advocacy platform
Striving, in the name of safety, for miracle reform
Obeying lawfully with “Keep Calm and Carry On” to conform
In fulfilling their protective guardianship roles, they did perform.
We salute them for their diligent, determined, dedicated might
As stalwarts in their duty to country first against personal plight
Always ready in their offensive attacking flight
Defending fellowmen with allegiance-light.
We honor them for their great legacy of vibrant glow
Leaving us liberated from conquerors' woe
Now, we are enjoying their sacrifices with serenity flow
Marked by gracious hope for every tomorrow.
Remembering their valor midst memorial history
We thank them, grateful to God* for His enabling victory
Now, we can retell their valuable story
Fortunate that we are now basking in their hard-earned glory.
*1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
May 17, 2025
2nd place, "Memorial Day" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Oliver Mckeithan; judged on 5/19/2025
Mary, did you wonder when the angel Gabriel proclaimed the news,
That you, a virgin, were chosen by God to bear the King of Jews?
Mary, did you wonder why a special star shone o'er Bethlehem so bright,
And shepherds left their flocks to honor your Son on that Holy Night?
Mary, did you wonder as you tenderly kissed the very Face of God,
And cuddled the Messiah long foretold - did you not think that odd?
Mary, did you wonder that angels heralded your Son's birth singing hymn,
And that even three Kings from the East brought gifts to worship Him?
Mary, did you wonder at the miracles that your Son performed,
Turning water into wine, healing the blind, the lame and deformed?
Mary, did you wonder why your precious Son was so often scorned,
And was destined to die on The Cross with a crown of thorns adorned?
Mary, did you wonder that in His short life on earth as He suffered rejection,
That He would rise from an unblemished grave to a glorious resurrection?
Mary, did you wonder that you were to give birth to the King of Kings?
Mary, did you wonder at the wonder of it all, these mysterious things?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
A huge thorn stabbed my side
I could no longer find a way to hide
Carrying it like a heavy cross on my shoulder
I wondered how long my life will go further
I heard the thorn bore its twig
Seemed as if a mountain to carry, it was so big
A tumultuous wave engulfed my being
My hope was wreathed…vision was blurring
I tried to gather strength… fending myself with *****
As I clung to God’s Love and His Saving Trunk
I cried to Him, kneeling and praying
Entrusting Him my agony and everything
As lighted candle in front of me grew brighter
I looked up and found two grey clouds turning whiter
Shafts of rays were beaming on sides
Gliding slowly like doors… showing a blue part of sky
As the sun peeped on that cloudy and gloomy day
Big raindrops fall suddenly and sparsely
With my open arms, I tried to catch-- to feel each of them
Hoping to heal my wound and take away my burden
Wings of good words heralded the miracle in few days
I felt His greatest love, omnipotence and saving grace
Then I was led in the Yardenit where His Beloved Son was baptized
A precious gift of consecration to renew my life
October 30, 2013 7.15pm;te
( old poem)
First Place
Contest: A poem you've not entered in contest #4
Judged: 5/22/14
Sponsor: My dearest poet, PD
Alligator alley always answers
Bringing bulbous batches of bubbles
Creatively and curiously cavorting
Deliberately denying and distorting
Elusive energy and enthusiasm
From freakish forwarding fanatics who foresee
Glorious globs of grotesque gossip
Hereon, hereto and herewith heralded
In illustrious illumination indicating ideas
Joyfully and joyously justifying
Kibitzing kindnesses of kith and kin
Labelling luxurious languages, lumping them as lovely.
Manifesting monstrous maniacal mystical miracles
Needing Nirvana and Never-never-land nuisances
Opposed to outrageous ornateness and ordinariness.
Persecuting prideful pompousness and prissiness.
Respectfully receiving responsible rectifiable residents
Such serious succulent sensuous senatorial secrets!
Truth touching tremendous thunderous tentacles
Understating understandably undeniable underlying unity
Verifying villainous vexing vindicators
Willfully wishing willy-nilly wispy ways will work wonders
‘Xpecting ‘xceptionally ‘xperimental ‘xperts
Yoking the young and youthful,
Zippy zealots showing zany zesty zealous ways.
In a secret little chamber, among shadows and phantoms,
A child of light crowned in thousands of flakes descends,
In longing for the clearing, in a grove of mystery, under thorns of stars,
I invite you to speak this eternity and not see it crumble.
When you prepared whispers with goodbye at the gate of silent days,
What guard stands at the threshold, how can you return in blue step?
From the threshold of longing, whispering carols to you in snowy horizons,
You extend to me hope and a corner of heaven from the height of refraction.
Don't seek yesterday's paths, they no longer lead to the sun,
And don't flinch eliminating the celebration, in heavy waiting,
Years have passed, but the echo of my steps in the carol night,
Resounds, perhaps unknown, but trembling in the frost that weaves.
Through the soul passes again that story from early beginning,
When magi through a thread of star deciphered the universe's silence,
And without fear they stepped, in winter's heart seeking the miracle,
In discreet shelter, where fodder and hay heralded a pure love.
Come alongside with fragrances and with gifts clasped in palms,
Once we too were disciples of tender love,
We carried white lilies, slipping through frozen branches,
But from fragile shoots, sometimes, harsh thorns are born.
Calm, oh, this blizzard that is my restlessness,
Sometimes I wonder if I abandoned you in the fog of thoughts,
If I didn't hide you under heavy waves of memories,
But through my heart I feel you always, and caroling in the stars.
"Showers and sunshine slowly bring the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back."
~ William Cullen Bryant
As I awakened this morning, I rejoiced to hear
melodies of song birds with lyrical good cheer.
'Twas their news that Spring had finally arrived,
time for nature's splendid beauty to be revived.
No longer would the bite of Winter's chill be felt.
Sunshine will warm the Earth; snow would melt,
The change of season is heralded when robins sing
and flocks of sparrow and goldfinch take to wing.
To my garden I'll hasten. There's much to prepare.
Bird bath needs cleaning to welcome them there.
Feeders to fill with seed to attract pairs for mating.
Chickadees are near, and I can't keep them waiting!
They've nests to build in branches of maples and oaks
I love their whistling melodies, that's why I try to coax
them to remain in my yard for as long as they desire.
There's a cardinal. His crimson hue like flames of fire!
In Spring, flocks of wood thrush and tanager abound.
I open the windows to enjoy their enchanting sound.
My berry bushes feed hungry warblers and blue jays.
Their antics are quite amusing on these vernal days.
Red hibiscus will be in bloom for the ruby throated.
Such mesmerizing little ones. Upon them, I've doted.
Each night I listen to the wailing call of a lonely loon.
Wanting a mate, he howls as a wolf bays at the moon.
When night greets the dawn, I will awake once more
to hear the mellifluous chirping of Spring Aves I adore.
Even if the skies are filled with clouds, gray and dark,
distinctive will be the flutelike chant of a meadowlark.
February 24, 2021
A Spring Birds Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
no tempest heralded the hour and no omen stained the summer sky.?the world diminished by devotion, gentle as the lowering tide.
i laid my former life before us in increments too small to grieve:?an unbraided thread, a train unboarded,?the sacred habit of devoted loving.
the kettle sang; I knew your footsteps.?the evening bent to let you in.?how quietly can a home sanctify the slow erasure of its witness?
i mistook it for peace, unaware it may wear the selfsame face.
beloved,
my castle narrows to your doorway.
the map remembers seas and mountains, yet every road returns to you.
if love is meant to widen rivers, why have mine forgotten how to run?
i wear your name like borrowed scripture:?holy on my tongue, though somewhere in the recitation i misplaced my own.
the garden keeps its faithful seasons;?only i have ceased to bloom.
the birds still gather on the rooftop, bearing songs I never learned.
there are dresses in my wardrobe who mourn the woman they once knew;?she roamed without consulting constellations, she belonged to no pursuit but truth.
now every future speaks in plural, every hymn begins with "we."
and though your hands have never bound me, there is no farther shore I think to seek.
you have been nothing but warmth, yet to rain on my parade.
it is merely that i woke one morning and found the walls had drifted inward,
not enough to bruise, only enough for my heartbeat to echo back as yours.
beloved,
should every altar ask for offerings?
should every vow require a voice?
i would choose you a thousand gentle times.
i only fear that should the heavens ask me
who it is that stands before them,
i shall answer with your name
before i remember mine.
Earth's final day came unexpected
It wasn't heralded, nor was it detected
The skies suddenly bled with starry rain
And everything living started to feel pain.
All lands and crops begun to decay
Then human flesh rotted and grayed
As planes from our skies started to fall
The feeling of horror dawned on us all.
Every believer begged their gods, lost
Looking for answers at any cost
In order to glimpse beyond the veil
To strengthen their hope that was so frail
The horns of apocalypse roared from south to north
But it wasn't angels that then came forth.
The Beasts of Calamity descended with one order
To kill and tear, respecting no border
No law, no pleading, no prayers too
With each moment their hunger grew
To every human their rage was drawn
And there was no running from this hellish spawn.
It seemed that the gods have left us to die
Their benevolent protection simply a lie
As moon above with crimson flared
With thousands of eyes it quietly stared
At our demise, terror and fall
As death came and conquered all.
The night was long, heralded by wind and rain
The weary voice of a sleeping world suspended
Fanned are the dreams that seem to fly on wings
And heavy lay the dreary clouds decended
Over distant hills, a waking day embraces
Fading darkness with morning's dew kissed charms
Earth and sun, two 'twining hearts together
In gladness joined with fervant tender arms
Softly silent, crests the rising of the sun
Dimming stars that fade along a morning mist
Like flames upon the sleepy earth awakened
In welcome voice, a greeting's golden kiss
The blushing sky in brightest woven fabric
Lighten hearts, lifts eyes in awe attended
Yellow fields alive, and crimson trees
Behold the beauty of a world becoming splendid
Ovation to a song of morning sunrise!
Winds that rustle leaves that sleeping lay
Answered humbled prayers upon the alter
My grateful soul awakes to praise this day!!
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For HG's Contest "Sunrise vs Sunset" contest, By Carrie Richards