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Annette Arnold had recently left college
And was thrust into flimsy dating realms;
She grabbed pen and paper to describe
Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams.
Dashingly handsome and of complexion nice,
And gallant gait akin to quaint legends' knight;
Sainted for inventive hare's monstrous brains,
Whose vast wit tales eternalize in folios white.
Certainly wielding humongous fiscal sway
At glance to dwarf mythology’s Midas' turn;
Brandishing glitzy wads as any moguls may,
Ever copiously donating all yet lacking none.
Life tenant within fame's flashiest abodes
Where prince and duke sure habitat have,
And king and princess choicest liquids sip;
Where queen and gods fine victuals serve.
Never must such his hallowed mistress
With betrayal's faithless mischiefs afflict,
Defiling indelible vows in his loyal troths,
He’ll steadily love whatever woes persist.
And so first to hit her with resistless lines
Was one William Watts imbiber of wines;
Neither that dashing handsome nor wise;
Faring far from afore-hinted pigment nice.
After wee-witted Williams’ charming vibes
Popped Ronald Riveter from politest tribes,
Known for most arresting manly physique;
Sorry stranger to Midas’ coin-clinking trick.
When Bernard Belmont's pics were seen
He looked plain and of disposition mean;
Unacquainted with idolized royalty’s fame,
Unadorned with duke's resplendent name.
And last Jason Jay did his mistresses vex
If records past might reveal lovers' specks;
His faint affections as whims rose and fell;
Sundering divinest troths as irate exes tell.
Searing decades of pen-and-paper wait
Nabbed no Knight of heaven-hewn trait;
And so did choice-wiser Annette Arnold
Award meek Martin Monks her aisle nod.
I worshipped words
Paid homage
Idolized their shape and form
Brought my paltry gifts
And laid them at the shrine
Of THE GOD OF WORDS
Hoping to gain favor from my idol
To be touched in such a way
As to imbue my simple writes
With perfection and immortality
Making ME
A goddess in my own right!
Daily
The same ritual
Obeisance
Following the rules
Soul salvation
In a rhyme
Penance:
The purging of my inner thoughts on paper
An exacting god
He needed full submission
An indwelling
And I was willing
But…..
In my darkest dungeon hour
Heartbroken and heart hungry
Needing my god
To rescue me
To shine out
To convey
To love me….
OH, TO LOVE ME!!!!
There was silence
“Why have you abandoned me?”
SILENCE
Forsaken
In life’s extreme elements
Face of death moments
Joyous new birth celebrations
Extreme love consummations
Fear frustrations
In all these extremes
My lips could not birth
My hands could not cradle
The children of my heart
Emotions still born
This god is dead
Omnipotence farce
Impotent
Impotent
Unable to satisfy
To create new life in me
A god unable
But there is a WORD
Living and Active
Stronger than Life or Death
Eternally past, present, and future
Always there
Omnipotent is His name
Omnipresent his love
Omniscient his wisdom
One WORD…
By which the universe came to be
Every flower, shrub, and tree
Every animal and lake and sea
Everything
By just ONE WORD
The true GOD incarnate
JESUS
The only Word
That can save
ME
Eileen Manassian
John 1: 1 – 3, 14
1In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2He was with God in the beginning. 3Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcomea it. 14The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.
The uniform was issued to him during the Second World War.
Tho' at first it was somewhat ill-fitting, it he proudly wore.
He was a mere lad of eighteen when his Army career began,
But as that savage conflict raged on, he rapidly became a man!
He considered it an honor to wear the uniform of his nation.
Little brother and sis idolized their hero with great admiration.
His sweetheart was so proud to be escorted upon his arm.
Mom and Dad were also proud and prayed he'd meet no harm.
He wore his uniform on their wedding day, she a bit misty-eyed,
As she saw her handsome soldier when he took her as his bride.
Tho' they faced uncertainty in a world that had gone awry,
They vowed love and faithfulness as they said their sad goodbye.
He stowed his uniform in his duffel and donned his battle dress,
Slogging thro' Pacific jungle isles as forward he did press.
Among the many medals and other laurels that he did achieve,
He was honored with sergeants stripes sewn upon each sleeve!
After the war, tho' a bit snug, he wore his uniform with pride,
In many patriotic parades as he marched with resolute stride!
For his final roll call he wore the uniform as his funereal shroud.
God greeted him saying, "Son you sure have made Me proud!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Where the morning hugs
nighttime with gentle sighs
Floating on a warm breeze caressed
with whispered goodbyes
Where words and emotions can
always be realized
The sun and the moon play
together and stars are idolized
Within the thinly vailed atmosphere
of dreams and reality
Where the sun and the moon
reveal their personality
To all the daddy's who love
with a fatherly technicality
Here's to you on this
special day with all the love
With great admiration for
stepping up and rising above
Showing and being there for
anything your kids can think of
I bow down with the utmost
respect to say to you, well done
Like the heavens above showing
your kids that your the one
Being that father for your
kids without question
HAPPY FATHERS DAY!
"Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older
they judge them; sometimes they forgive them." Quote by Oscar Wilde
When I was young, I know I loved my dad.
Mom says I even pulled a garden out
by yanking pretty flowers from their roots
because my father paid no mind to me
when I had waited patiently for him
to come back home from work, but all I know
is Mom says I was lying on the floor
and coloring when he walked over me,
which angered me, for he said not one word.
My mother left my dad when I was five.
He was a schizophrenic I’d then learned.
That man I idolized through infancy -
At least there was a reason for his ways.
But still I wrote him letters. Though he lived
so far away, four times he drove on out
to visit his four daughters, and those times
I yearned for him with such great excitement.
I still recall one time he visited.
He took us to a park and as I swang,
I yelled out, “Look and see how high I go.”
But he was simply staring into space.
Though with us, he was never really there!
This happened every time he visited:
the feeling he was there, yet really not.
He even took me back to Washington.
I got to know the relatives of his.
Unlike with mom, our conversations paled.
For real communication, how he lacked!
I did not like these feelings, yet down deep
I understood that things would never change.
I visited years later; sitting then
beside his bed as he was dying slow.
His wife was very good to him, but he
spoke down to her as if she mattered not.
I knew it was his illness, nothing more,
but still I judged him, for the things that went
unsaid. No conversation meaningful
was ever had. Did he even love me?
Then came his funeral. As I looked down
to see my father in his casket, tears
welled up inside my eyes. I thought how sad
that for his sickness, he could never be
the kind of dad that other girls I know
got spoiled by and made to feel important.
I cannot blame him for the trials that
God laid upon him. And I like to think
that when I die and see my dad again,
good times of quality at last we’ll share!
May 29, 2023
For Writing Challenge - C Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Leonore was disliked, cast aside and ignored,
her rage increased with bizarre behavior:
why couldn't she be the eternal and idolized Queen?
And envy grew towards the more successful thespians;
her restlessness to do harm was a demon that cringed,
" It's me or nobody! " her words caused a tremor
and while the stage was about to open the curtains,
she emerged with the usual smirk they had seen!
Leonore faked sweetness lacked emotion and compassion:
all she lived for was her changeless ego so persistent,
which emphasized revenge, anger, vanity and spite;
and declaring herself the Queen of alluded beauty,
in front of an audience of disagreeable contempt:
Lenore continued to act erratically dreaming of a trophy,
or even an Oscar of glimmering gold to placate her desire...
still living in an imaginary state of strong conviction!
Her love for jewelry was indomitable: brilliant diamonds so shiny
decorated her elegant dress of shimmering silver like her crown,
and with a presence so stately and impressive, she bowed down
under neon lights but her appearance was snorted in derision;
how delusive was to befriend and audience of little sympathy
hearing hoots of laughter instead of acceptance and recognition!
Leonor went on despite the commotion rising in the agitated audience,
" I've dedicated my time to my vocation and they need an applause,
Hollywood has never seen an actress of my caliber. " she hollered;
" I put to shame Grace Kelly and Vivien Scarlett: I am more talented!"
There was a brief pause, then contemptuous scoffing and mocking
" I said I'm greater than them! I won't accept any mumbling! "
By then the theater resounded with apathy as her tension swiftly grew;
Leanor grabbed the stiletto knife concealed inside her dress made by Frew,
" With this knife going deep inside, I prove how brave I can be;
death is glory, I die an heroine on this infamous stage! Watch me! "
Abominable barrage bombards
fortified barracks show
warring subsequently, incandescently,
and brilliantly doth glow
biden time, this
garden variety Joe Schmoe
hunkers down deep
within arched bunker poe
wet tickly donning
pence sieve stance against row
battery weathering incessant assault
invariably waiting for Godot,
albeit devout atheist doubting Thomas
suffers major blow
wavering, vacillating, undulating...
ominous foreboding,
viz more'n one circling crow
decries status ranking sincerely
truly posthumous hero
reconnaissance delivers...
yup absolute zero
looming dark shadow
futile against inconsolable sorrow
anonymous bookish deadened
erstwhile febrile fellow
good as gone, cuz yours truly...
fresh outta ammo
resigned killed in action
another unmarked grave
housing lovely bones
courtesy contemplative bro
charred body foretells, know,
and promises not one daisy will grow
despite fervent obeisance
soul fully do I futilely bellow
worse fate than death
i.e. gulag archipelago
feebly decrying, lamenting,
lamely pleading against
bleak unfair in apropos
sentence never granted furlough
never to witness celestial amarillo
beatific, cathartic, fantastic...,
nor chase gold pot end of rainbow
all pleasant dreams, I must forego
seek neither fame nor glory hobo
content whiling away (Billy me)
idolized time solitary Homo
sapien re: me tortured afterlife
enslaved forever guilty "fake" pharaoh
moans... suddenly joyous tears flow
aforementioned psychedelic mashup
figment of imagination - psycho
illogical gallimaufry, hallucinatory,
and illusory expo
attempt lame analogy how I wallow,
when setting sail
to launch crafted poe
whim, whereby invisible
battle scars attest
successful amphibious ambition
inundated battling lightspeed tempo
competing ideas exhaust
thus, I seek comfort of
soft cloud like pillow!
Stars were twinkling high, glinting moonlit sky,
As missives of love on scarlet winds buoyed
Indulging passionate desires, enamoring pleas
Of elated longings, strumming pulse of glee,
Spurring romance, blooming heart’s dream,
As you arrived cheering fervid night of spring.
Oh, how I missed a beat, lauding your beauty,
When you enticed me, smiling affectionately,
Alluring with a glance that dazzled in promise
Of our magical evening enchanting, esoteric,
As together we propelled to world of fantasy
Beyond realm ordinary, scripting fabled story.
Alas! as we approached a paradise heavenly,
How playfully you blew a kiss, abandoning me,
On auriferous cul-de-sac of forbidden street
When you entered a glittering palace for fairies;
Leaving me in awe of a world ornate, unique,
A land of mythical vitality, of utopian ecstasy.
Beyond hope, beyond reach, as you vanished,
No path I could see past the forbidden street,
Trapping me where I idolized your heartbeats;
Perplexed, yet cognizant, here I would rather be,
Hypnotized in your reality of a flirtatious night,
Exploring reveries beyond cul-de-sac of my life.
February 21, 2023
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
See this girl in the painting, this skinny girl
working on a puzzle at the bottom of the stairs.
With big rimmed glasses and her plain brown hair,
she’s an ordinary girl, with nothing seeming special.
Now see this girl. . . really SEE this girl.
At age 12, she’s just been fitted with new glasses -
They are black horn-rimmed - an utter disappointment
in the life of a young girl.
Some guys now call her four-eyes, and they don’t even notice
the beauty of her light green eyes and
long lush lashes behind those big-framed glasses.
But still she likes to fantasize, and in her dreams
she’s idolized by every boy she likes.
Always having wanted to be part of the “in” crowd,
she was a girl that struggled for popularity.
However, she’s been learning of another way to be!
Seeking out girls more like her, she hardly has to try
to fit in with her new friends. And now she’s much less shy.
With fun new friends, she is witty. She makes them laugh.
She’s even feeling pretty, wearing lipstick frosty pink.
She’s discovered she is smart in all her classes.
This girl who now is wearing black rimmed glasses!
She gets into the Glee Club, even sings on PBS!
With her athleticism, she also has success.
She makes Top Twelve in tryouts for cheerleading.
And though the student body does not vote her through,
she’ll soon get over it. She’s blossoming!
The glasses she will change for contact lenses,
and she does not know it yet,
but soon enough - a number of boyfriends she will get!
Also years of dance lessons and being in recitals
has boosted her self confidence.
Both her body and her spirit are transforming!
See the girl in the painting; a puzzle she assembles.
She does not know that one day
her mind will be on puzzles of a very different kind:
She will be assembling many words inside her mind,
and she will be partaking in an art called poetry.
I know all this because
the girl inside that painting - that ordinary girl -
is the one I used to be.
Based on the painting "Assembling the Pieces"
from Contemporary Figurative Artiste Stephanie Deshpande
for the Contemporary Free Rhyme Contest of Cyndi MacMillan
I hope you will see the painting at this link. When I saw the girl, I was
struck by how much it looked like me as a young girl: http://www.stephaniedeshpande.com/porfolio/
Fearfully awesome bumps
lumps
crumps
slumps in powerful night
become reassuring natural dynamic spirits
with first overpowering light.
Bumps in angry nights
may retributively escalate punishing
darker climates of mutual lasting Hate,
And milder short-term disassociations,
more competing human Natures
idolized above Earth
invested democratic-rooted Spirits.
More nourishing lumpy souls in awesome dark
may restore and escalate ecojustice,
peacefully reiterative WinWin transactions,
constitutions composed of complementary
cooperatively co-invested smart remarks.
How awesome
your lumpy soul
for long-term loving.
Thank you.
In wondrous applause
of yours as well--
In rewoven reiterating return...
Such mutual cooperations
of admiration associations
has nothing to do
but appositionally outline
fearful awesomely unraveling
epic LoseLose clumps
in disempowering climate nights.
Human slump intentions,
for healing lumps and bumps and crumps
and misaligned trumps,
We right-mind seem more humane
to ecotherapist me
focused on WinWin thrival of communitarian cooperativists
(like everyday Bodhisattva peace warriors
and co-messianic multicultural Earth advocates)
rather than dissonantly distracted
by LeftBrain
RightWing orthodox
Win/Lose survival of the natural=unspiritual
capital-hoarding fattest lump.