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I ask, dear God, how can this be?
It rends my soul and stabs my heart!
How could they pass those bills, decree
these inhumane new rules will start?
It rends my soul and stabs my heart...
these facts about a choice made law;
these inhumane new rules will start...
humanity's horrendous flaw.
These facts about a choice made law!
To kill a life that's near complete;
humanity's horrendous flaw
to snuff it out...halt its heartbeat!
To kill a life that's near complete
or one that's fully born...dear God!
To snuff it out...halt its heartbeat...
a moral breach...till now, untrod.
Or one that's fully born, dear God,
how could they pass those bills, decree
a moral breach, till now, untrod.
I ask, dear God, how can this be?
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: A Protest Poem: A Poem With A Message
Sponsor: Stephen Pennell
Judged: 04/06/2019
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest III: Open Poetry
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 02/08/2019
On an early morning walk today
I saw an almost-fight,
A parking place the timber
That a spark could help ignite.
Some angry words went back and forth
Soon followed by a curse;
That was the spark and so I thought
The scuffle would get worse.
Instead, the challenged one backed off –
It did not come to blows;
‘Cause punching never solved a thing,
As everybody knows.
I didn’t stop so I don’t know
The ultimate conclusion;
But in this case, a peaceful end
Would just be an illusion.
It’s really not the greatest way
To have your day begin,
For whether you are right or wrong
You certainly can’t win.
A morning squabble sets the tone
For one horrendous mood.
Sometimes it’s best to keep your anger
Shackled and subdued.
killer (suicide) wrought living corpse
fruition, while she whipped various
nutritious concoctions in blender
to ensure minimal essentials to, I
readily admit) famished body in con
junction with applying vital supple
mints into bony gluteus maximus,
thru fuel injection which submissiveness
to acquiesce, and bare buttocks did
absolutely nothing to squelch death wish.
I inexorably overcame eating disorder
deadly hunger strike essentially constituted
declaration of independent control
despite horrendous craving for food
jabbed innards like a pike bifurcated
psychic division loosed, ousted, and
routed coeval grim reaper grippe
permanent goal lyeth drink seize abated
gnome hatter reminiscence blissful child
hood over flooded self made dike
revised engendering propensity
to catapult into abysmal emotional hole
before invention of Facebook, I
mentally clicked Like sparring sword
fight mailer daemons mortally wounded
slain, viz healthy development stole.
Imprimatur indelibly etched decades
after bout with passive exit from life
crimps psycho/social skills plus
stunted physical growth butcher knife
cuts affected mental health with panic
attacks and anxiety though existence
considerably less riddled debilitating
symptoms (such as vertigo, racing heart,
profuse sweating, nausea, irritable bowels)
courtesy prescription medications.
In that lonely room on the third floor
overlooking the town of Everett,
a town on the outskirts of Boston,
I fell asleep while murmuring a prayer
dreaming of mom through many a night;
in those dreams distance
became an absence,
a devoted brother and son
longing for mother and sisters...
cried remembering their sweetness!
In that lonely room on the third floor,
I wrote long letters with emotional words...
telling mom I wanted to desperately come home;
and that room was a prison filled with horror
and not getting enough rest, I hid under the linen sheets
fearing ghosts and listening to their horrendous sounds:
what I left was the ideal home,
where I could feel motherly love!
In that lonely room
shut to smoggy air that clogged my lungs,
nights had no glittering stars,
only cloudy and bleak skies...
sulkier than absurd thoughts
crossing a youngster's mind;
did I deserve solitude,
loneliness and gloom?
What was the purpose to seclude
myself and miss someone's human touch?
All those years were extremely tough
without a comforting hand
touching mine and assuring me I was loved!
My life started being adopted
six weeks old I was then
thought nobody wanted me at all
the time scale changed from if to when
But early at school speech was problem
then school first day was horrendous
couldn't say my name felt real dumb
this was to be life so very mountainous
After school started work when fifteen
had numerous jobs till retire 4 years ago
but socially inept because my stammer
all these years words would not flow
In '81 got married to lovely Jean
sadly died in '82 was left on my own
got wed in '90 to my lovely Christine
real strength and rock she has shown
In that period convert to Christ
Jesus now my anchor and certain hope
speaking come to be slowly better
now living holding to my divine rope
I'm walking on thin ice
Echoes of affliction disturbs my slumber
Reverberating through my ears...why should I pay the price?
I'm praying for their lives to be rescued...from the predator
Let me be the living sacrifice...
I'm losing my balance...I'm shattering on thin ice
Echoes of horrid news demolishes the peace
Do I have to be a living sacrifice?
When will this madness and chaos cease?
Let me pay half the price...
I'm RUNNING on thin ice
I collide in between the cracks...I pray for safety and knowledge
I still hear the victims – screaming in agony... helpless like captured mice
When will I ever find an escape route...that'd lead us to a pleasant village?
Let me discover His advice...
I do need His guidance
To survive the hardships... I must take risks and outrun the opposing team
I do yearn for His benevolence
To reap the reward in the deep future...He's obliged with my lifelong dream
Let me walk that narrow path...
I'm sKiPpInG to and fro on thin ice
I fight off all of the enemies with His strength... those devils tried to lower my self-esteem
I still recall the calls of happiness – who considered His advice?
How could I discover my true dwelling place? Who will consider my dream?
Let me take risks and build up my courage...
I'm unable to find His guidance...I'm scattering on thin ice
Do I have to be the one to roll the dice?
Echoes of bewilderment breaks my cheery heart
How do I keep myself from slipping? Am I on a good start
Or do I need more practice?
Once again, we're walking on thin ice...
He's testing my endurance...but they're no longer putting our trust in Him
This truth makes me sick in the stomach... is it I who has to pay the price?
I'm seeking out your elevating spirit to pull us out of this horrendous nightmare...
our confidence in You is about to dim...
Let us wander off on thin ice...
Let me take my time and make progress...
Let us take baby steps on thin ice...
Let me take risks and recover from distress...
Hopefully this journey renews our joyfulness!!
We're STILL patiently waiting on thin ice
For Your hospitality to mend our spirits and shed us Your advice
I don't mind if You tell us, “You guys should've payed the price!”
There’s a tale of happiness inside my wearisome mind
I sail ashore in your heartstrings — sounds more than kind
Thanks for the handkerchief for my wondrous tears
I’ve been weeping cheer for many horrendous years
The tale of tribulation comes settling in
Where have you been? Where have you been?
Again, I’ve been searching for you in the dust
In the dust storm, I’ve lost almost all our trust
I have been settling underneath
The castle of dust, the castle of dust
Beneath the Earth’s radiant wreath
Soaring bright with wanderlust, wanderlust
I have been settling beneath
The castle of dust, the castle of dust
Underneath north’s musical sound, I breathe
Happiness is a must, hopefulness equals trust
There’s a tale of cheerfulness in the wintry air
I am snowed under by your autumn skyfall…
I must be there in your arms of merry despair
Drifting away asunder and feeling numb through it all
The tale of tribulation comes settling in
Where have you been? Where have you been?
Again, I’ve been searching for you in the dust
In the dust storm, I’ve lost almost all our trust
I have been settling underneath
The castle of dust, the castle of dust
Beneath the Earth’s radiant wreath
Soaring bright with wanderlust, wanderlust
I have been settling beneath
The castle of dust, the castle of dust
Underneath north’s musical sound, I breathe
Happiness is a must, hopefulness equals trust
Snowflakes aflame in my eyes of fearlessness…it’s so extravagant
Blowing breezes of bewilderment and it’s a ruthless sorrow oh so elegant
Knowledge overflows into the springs of the lies laid beneath
I am settling with my broken wings of flight way underneath
I’m in the castle of dust…castle of dust…castle of dust…
In my whirling, twirling tombstone of lonely wanderlust…
You’ve gained your trust
In the castle of dust…
You cave in and collide through
The wistful winds of love so true
On this most unusual autumn day
I must say goodbye to an old friend,
a gigantic, ancient oak tree in my front yard:
You have shaded my porch for decades
enabling me to sit in my swing
on warm days relaxing, reading, and writing poems.
You have been the home of innumerable squirrels.
Little songbirds have perched on your branches
and serenaded me with their delightful trilling.
Limb by limb, you have been dying for a long time.
Twice, you have had to part with appendages, felled
by saws—at my reluctant bidding, but of necessity.
Some limbs have fallen on their own, in my yard
and even on the road!
Horrendous weather is coming, with ice and high
winds. For others and myself, I fear the huge limbs
on your right side that have been bare for several
years. How they creak when the wind rises!
The tree cutters will be here tomorrow.
Not even a stump will remain at day's end.
From this time forward, I will visualize you
where you once resided. I won't forget you.
Your kinfolk are still here, tall and strong—
as you once were.
May they thrive long after I am gone.
An alligator always ate addax and antelopes.
Baby bats began bouncing before burping
Caterpillars climb cable crossings carefully
Dingos don't dine delicately during dinner.
Eager elephants enjoy easily eating eggplants
Funny frogs finally find flipping fun
Granny goat 's girl got green grapes
Healthy heavy happy hippos hate horrendous heat
Iguana is inhaling icky insects
Jolly Joey Jumps joyfully juggling jelly jars.
Kevin's kangaroo keeps kicking kids
Lions like long-legged little llamas
monkeys making magical music
Nightingales nest neatly nearby
Olly's old Ostrich outruns others
Polly parrot playfully peck puppies paws
Quick quirky quails quarrel quietly
Robert's rascally rabbits racing raccoons
Slinky slimy snakes slither slowly
Tony the Tiger tasted termites.
Unusual Ukari understands us
Voracious vicarious vultures visibly vibrate
Walruses wobble while wiggling wildly
x-ray tetras want worms
Young yellow yackety Yaks yawn
Zealous Zany Zesty Zebra
WILL HIS MAJESTY BECOME EXTINCT
Poachers arrive in scores of ten,
Made up of brutal, evil men,
Their strength lies in their guns and nets,
They have already placed their bets,
As to how they will be rewarded,
For slaying this King,
Will it be dollars or diamonds,
That bling?
Poachers take the lions bones,
Skins and head,
For unsubstantiated notions,
They are used as potions,
Which are sold for a ridiculous price,
And of course a dead lion in tact,
With his head,
Is the ultimate prize..
Wealthy greedy men,
Have also developed this yen
To hunt lions,
Farms are set up for financial gain,
Churning millions of dollars,
Due to this detestable game!
These loathsome
People put their trophy,
On show for all to see,
How brave they appear to be.
This horrendous cowardly act,
Is a very sad fact,
That we are on the brink,
Of our majestic lions,
Becoming extinct!