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I spent my entire day shopping for priceless rubies,
Rubies are unquestionably fiery, rubies are outright enchanting!
For my daughter’s approaching wedding, I scoured countless stores,
She must look gorgeous and absolutely stunning!
I travelled faraway to exotic India and hounded the exuberant jewellers,
My daughter must wear phenomenal rubies red,
On her sumptuous wedding day, I must make sure,
She looks resplendent, dazzling, and the loveliest!
I was frantically desperate to find the mystical gem,
Rubies are jaw-dropping, rubies are deliriously rare,
It was utterly understandable that I had to spend a wild fortune,
Finding the alluring jewel right for my beloved daughter!
Mythical rubies embody everlasting love and fervent passion,
Endless energy and infinite power rubies symbolize,
My daughter is protected from all adversaries and negative entities,
And mercifully blessed with a zest for life.
From a chirpy, bubbly, lass to a blushing, breathtaking bride,
Life's fascinating, intriguing journey has begun,
An enigmatic ruby from her doting mother, a priceless gift,
With all the celestial blessings showered!
A Brian Strand Rhymed Poetry Contest
When are you going to fix the garage door?
He had just gotten home from an eight-hour-day.
Was barely in the house when she began harping.
Can I please put on my comfy clothes first? He wondered.
She followed him into the bedroom.
You said you would fix it this week, she said.
He shut his eyes, trying to shut her words out.
She yipped like a dog when she was on a little roll like this.
Can I get a little snack first? He asked.
You are going to sit in that recliner all evening, she accused.
He said “I might,” and sat down with his remote.
Her mouth was yapping like a swim pool filter cover.
She was a professional hound. She could never have silence.
He had no idea of this when he fell in love with her.
Could I have just a bit of silence tonight? He asked her.
They ate their supper, and his eyes began to close.
What about the garage door? She asked him.
I don’t have the right parts, he said. It was a quick lie.
Then what is stopping you from changing the filters in the furnace?
He thought back to their dating days. She was never like this back then.
If she had been, would he have fallen in love? He did not know.
Or you could clean off that work bench of yours, she suggested.
Why did she want him to constantly do something?
He thought of the couch out in his garage, and he made his escape.
Oh no, that time of year again
when I hear noises in my head
My owner tries to comfort me
snuggling, huddling, nurturing
but I just want the noise to stop
such loudness is so torturing
She plays her music loudly
hoping this will stop my trembling
The only sounds that I can hear
are sounds I am remembering
For I was found on Guy Fawkes night
so many years ago
Tied to a fence with no escape
weak and starving of food and love
As all around me fireworks sounded
noise so frightening feeling hounded
Lighting up the skies with sounds
Bang Crash Crackles
Whizz Whoosh Whistles
Bathed in panic and starved of love
Scared by sounds of a million missiles
Even though the sound’s abating
cannot stop myself from shaking
My lovely owner soothing me
whispering comforting words
As gradually my panting stops
my heartbeat slows right down
For I’ve survived another year
the banging ceased I have no fear
Written for all the dear animals so frightened by the noise of fireworks
2nd November 2018
Contest Choice 10 Personification
Sponsor Brian Strand
1ST PLACE
Arise!
And watch peace pour onto the wet clay of the Earth!
Children of the hour
Trapped in mens hearts
The mystic in America
And all his roaming parts
Those divine and those bounded
Those seen and those hounded
Arise!
But dream!
Dream as you wake!
Feel the sun make light of your worry
You world and your wonder
These fruitless plans and charts
The mystic in America
It is here and always that he starts
The measureless consciousness
The morning's song's sweet evanescence!
Dream!
Dream your day's wakefulness!
And live!
Live all men's glory!
Compassion is the vision of wisdom
In our mind's weaving
Through moonlight and sunlight
Then twixt darklight and lovelight: we part!
But not the Mystic in America
To whom all-light shines a sacred mystery
Where the first baby was born
Where the last man will die
And the light fails to cease
In it's heavenly good-bye.
Can you hear me? Are we connected?
As people born with the penetrating organ
What was growing up like for you?
What did it mean to be a "man?"
For me, my models were bullies
Testosterone masses who swung at any slight
"Quit your crying, men don't do that"
As another path was closed to a clenched fist
Fist to face, fist to chest
Bone on skin and repeat again
The endless scraps those boys desired
As I retreated as far as I could
Hounded down to Earth's end
A victim himself rained blows upon me
To "fix" what was perceived as feminine within me
And merely building resentment that never cured
So here we are, so many decades later
Having achieved just as much in life
Yet we sing to therapists
About how masculinity harmed us
What, to you, does it mean to be a man?
I couldn't wait to shed that shell
No matter how buff, burly and bearded my body made me
I'd never be what your father wanted for us
So what has it done for you?
Rich, but alone
Wandering with only a predator's praise in your ear
Praise you've long learned is just bait
So what does it mean to be a man?
What did being born with balls do for us
Beyond be victims to a keyboardist's vile machinations?
Why did I have to bleed for your struggles?
I was not prepared for the fame...
Didn't realize the price of a name.
Millions of eyes were watching me-
No place to go they could not see!
My whole life was then an open book,
And anyone at all could take a look.
My former extroversion slowly died,
Since I felt the need to run and hide.
Hounded forever by the eager press,
In public, at all times, an actress!
Searching in vain for my normal life,
Compelled to escape from all the strife.
Yet, my blue sanctuary held no peace,
Its loveliness gave deficient release.
But very soon, I found someone to love,
And my blazing heart was free as a dove!
Assailed, maligned, hounded and betrayed
And all for why, simply for the game I played,
My aim to win but of course the lefties don't agree,
Their views alone are all they ever want to see.
Control and power their only final goal,
That's why I say it was they that really stole
All those elections across our glorious land,
They and the Media, such a sordid little band.
But that didn’t suffice, so why not start an inquisition,
From which to shout their nonsensical position,
Naming me for causing all that mayhem,
Their fear so clear, but can you truly blame them.
Little they know their knife is blunt and brittle,
Their constant jabs hurting me so little,
Look at the polls, Americans know better,
A few drops may hit but I assure you they'll get wetter.
As they saying goes 'What doesn't kill me makes me stronger'
In Biden’s state he won’t go that much longer,
And then Kamala, do you really want that Dame
Sitting in the White House when all she wants is fame?
Let them try for what possibly might stick,
Not recalling that my tongue is equal to my kick,
If you don't believe it just listen every day,
For their only news is everything I say.
The media froths at every twist and turn,
The stake well-lit awaiting me to burn,
And yet I soar above their shrill and deranged noise,
Watching them cringe is one of life's unending joys.
Your flick of eyeliner,
Tattoo's and beehive
A bit of rock and roll,
something of Jazz or Jive.
Your authentic words
ingrained in our memory
Listening to the beats,
tapping along to the melody.
The sultry, smokiness
the range of your voice,
We're right there with you
the moment you soar.
As you up the rhythm
taking us on a
Nostalgic, Jazz filled ride.
When we saw how they hounded you
We felt that knock to your pride.
Your determination,
uniqueness and drive
Inspired us women,
Man you did shine.
Watched you grasp onto the feeling's
to help release a little pressure.
Inhale the love before it became a bit lesser.
Back to Black when he went back to her.
You sang us through the hurt,
Coming down from the high.
We sang along with you,
We heard your heart sigh.
Walking around a little shattered and broken
A hole in your heart, alone and unspoken
Clutching to something to fill the void
Is it a hunger, a lack of nurturing and care.
When we need it the most hope somebody is there.
10/07/2021 contest- What makes you sigh. sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
THE FIRST DAY THAT YOU ARRIVED, YOU SOON BEGAN TO RUN.
NOW YOU MUST RETURN, TO FACE THE RISING OF THE SUN.
DID YOU EVER STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOUR UNRULY LIFE?
EVER LONELY AND CRIED ABOUT THE PAINS IN YOUR LIFE?
EVER WONDERED WHY YOU CAN’T RISE ABOVE BAD HABITS OR RESIST POOR ADVICE? IF YOU COULD BE REBORN,
WOULD YOU STILL MAKE THE SAME CHOICES? WOULD YOU LISTEN TO YOUR FRIENDS, SAYING YES TO THEIR VOICES? OR, WOULD YOU
TAKE A STAND, JUST SAY NO, AND GET UP AND GO? ARE YOU HOUNDED BY THE MANY POOR DECISIONS YOU’VE MADE?
HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING CONSEQUENCES FOR THE LAST DECADE?
WITHOUT DELAY, THE TIME IS NOW, ONLY YOU CAN MAKE THE CHANGE
FROM DEEP WITHIN, YOUR LIFE IS PLEADING , TO BE REARRANGED
IT MATTERS NOT, HOW FAR THE PAST, HOW DEEP THE PAIN,
OR WHO’S TO BLAME; IF YOU TURN TO THE ONE WHO ENABLES YOU TO NEVER BE THE SAME
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(Matthew 11:28)
There was never any controlling it?
No dodging it. Unloading it?
It stuck us both together and held us tightly in its grip
We tried our hand at moulding it
?Healing it. Holding it?
It wanted us together; head, heart and thrusting hip
Once, we nearly cornered it?
We threatened it. We warned it?
But it came once more and sheltered us, ‘till we fought with it again.
Black bruised we gently eased it
?We blew on it and teased it?
We rescued and revived it, till it burst back into flame
Then life drove us and we dashed it?
Thrashed it. Trashed it?
Tested every fibre, every ounce of strength it had?
We badgered it and blagged it,?
My word! How we have shagged it!
?It flared again and gave us, all the pleasure that it had
We disrespected and abused it.
?Never soothed it. Smoothed it?
Caressed or contemplated, its very gentle deeds We hounded it. Confounded it.?
In drink, we’ve damn near drowned it
?But still, it softened life for us and satisfied our needs
This love, it lays between us
?Binding us. Bleeding us?
The tether and the freedom that only it can give Searing us. Endearing us?
Together, there is no fear in us
?This 'It'? Well, that's simple. 'Tis the reason that we live