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So quick to judge any breach of etiquette
Such breaches at the whim of the fickled herd
What is there to do but watch your back
Or compulsively stay in line
Or just say f*ck it!
And be on your way
Because no matter how hard you try
The cancerous cancelling crowd will lie in wait
To pounce on what was once their own
Just look at what’s happened to Trump and Musk
Each darlings of their leftist peers
Until they weren’t
Not for changing in any fundamental way
But just in their need to keep being themselves
Without allegiance to the fickled pickled herd
If anything the life of a human
Arcs from bound and dependent
To independent and free
Free to chose and free to lose
And so we grow
And can come to know
What it is to be mature
If it’s the last thing we do
(11/13/24)
You can easily raise your vocabulary
by using words that are seldom heard.
Such as Quire,Nudistertian, Agastopia
which I believe sound quite absurd.
But words should just flow naturally
from your thoughts and all you see.
A poem of love from your heart
there's no need for an English degree.
Therefore I won't be wrecking my brain
searching for words to fit in line.
I have no need for a dictionary
I'm just happy when my poems rhyme.
Yes! the poems that I love
are short and sweet but full of meaning.
So please judge me on this ending
not those obscure words at the beginning.
I am feeling at peace
dealing smoothly with strife,
humbly kneeling each day
giving thanks, for I know
I am living the dream
in my purpose-filled life.
I pray, "God, please let this
state of happiness grow
till the end of my days.
Let the jubilance flow!"
Date: November 12, 2017
Contest Title: November Premiere Contest Placed 8th
Sponsor: Brian Strand
August 29, 2018, entered in Caren Krutsinger's Dealer's Choice Contest
December 31, 2018, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Jubilant
Joy Contest
September 9, 2019, entered in Cindi Rockwell's My Heart Is Full Contest
October 8, 2019, entered in Line Gauthier's Living the Dream Contest
Everybody wants to be champion
Everybody got a plan
Everything's signifacent
Peoplez, my people!
Take your assignment
and task!
Get in line and do what's
asked of you.
Sh$t I have been doing that
This way since they let me
In here.
Hungry people, needs to eat!
And prices only fluctuate upwards.
Looked at Bizzy
He ain't got time for me.
Looked at dizzy, but he's under ah
Spell!
What ya'll talking bout?
Why me?
Papers and Promises!
Cheap talk, switch your
Candyass up outta here!
Get the prestige like
Ole Lou,
The belt like Brett.
Defend like Hogan.
The women like Flair!
When Sammartino
And Hansen
Gets me
Nick, your Bockwinkels due
Simmons and Bradshaw
Stonecold now what new.
I remember Dusty
The long blood we share
Bobo didn't take the strap
Ya'll act like we weren't
There.
Fluctuations, neocations
Man just get it done.
Work ain't hard
If you know what you're doing
Contract please!
Let's get it on !
The Memory of Lemon Juice, Gaza 2024
The scent of leaves
we placed between our clothes
no moths would dare to eat
but these we left behind
the fruit we sliced, summer ripe
packed in salt and sealed
preserved for later use
among the rubble of our home
my mother squeezed one each day
the drink she said
which gave her strength
but did not save her from the blast
before the bombs began
no home appeared complete
without its lemon tree
we cannot see where ours once grew
now we live in tents
wait hours in line for rice and mash
with our battered begging tins
the only things we own today
we talk and dream of food
recall the taste we crave
of boughs weighed down with fruit
from the tree that blessed our lives.
The flags are waving brightly,
hypnotizing the naive,
they shimmer like carnival balloons.
There are merry andrews waltzing,
to the themes of marching bands,
they’re camouflaged to blend in with the moon.
The party’s getting started,
so we better get in line
- the wind is breathing something like a sigh.
The smell of cotton candy
drowns out the barkers script,
and multicolored lights announce the mood.
There’s rain off in the distance
- you can feel on your skin
- the children refuse to stay in line.
Dogs are barking somewhere,
and lanterns dance like birds
- there’s nothing left to do but step in time,
two, three, four.
The tent is Chinese silk,
as silver as a coin
- acrobats take tickets with their lips.
The sawdust smells like bacon,
and the seats are way too small,
but the crowd is pushing in
because red rain is falling.
Elephants turn like dancers,
and trumpet to the night
- the sound shakes the world like my alarm.
Another ho-hum morning,
soon the sky will tell a lie,
- that lemon light has something to proclaim.
My bags are packed for boredom,
the trip will last all day,
- there’s nothing left to do but step in time,
two, three, four.
I've seen it all, both war and peace;
Some things remain, or change, then cease.
From the late fifties until now-
Have watched our Nation test its vow.
Perhaps not always the same way,
More so in line with each new day.
Since changes reshape varied styles,
We must accept established trials.
Once, our frontier was the Wild West.
Now outer space becomes our quest.
Inventors blessed us with changed ways;
And gifted us the modern phase.
We stand together with these finds
That alters life, and its designs.
Accept as prime, or seen as bad;
A final fact, or just a fad.
Since that one day so long ago,
Our Independence spread to show,
from thirteen Colonies we grew-
to Fifty States- red, white, and blue.
America, you are the best-
Fulfilled your purpose, met your test.
Land of the Free was meant to be!
Upheld in Life and Liberty!
Fog rusts railways seemingly parallel to nowhere...
Phantoms sit down on the cold metal trying to warm up
The moon smokes bats with stars as echo location
A janitor cleans up the daily memories of men with shoes
Taxi drivers fall asleep in line waiting for customers who never come
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I fly up high but nobody seems to care I am coming home
The walnut tree recognizes me and smiles with lips of rings
I am coming back to childhood as I was ruthlessly exiled
I feel my shoulder blades happy with buds of wings of cotton candy
There is nobody in the Control Tower
I just realized...
...I lost my shadow twenty six years ago...
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Line of Enquiry
“Of the fact we are alive, we are sure
All else scriptures say, may or may not be
So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure
As formless awareness we become free” Unseeking Seeker
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Diverse ways are tried to attain the sky,
Some chant the Holy Names hours after hours,
With heart filled with milk of love for the High,
Gifting incense, offerings and flowers.
Some try to reach heavens through open doors,
Treading the halls of stone where candles glow,
Kneeling in respect upon the cold floor,
To receive the words that learned voices know.
Some seek the divine far from halls of stone,
Not in the thunder of a holy sound,
But strolling amidst nature they have known,
In the gentle grace rising from the ground.
Some seek light in kindness and compassion,
Lending a helping hand to those in need,
Elevating deprived souls, their passion,
As saintly Mother Theresa, indeed.
Others, like sages, seek sparks in woods wild,
At the feet of trees that reach for the sky,
Pondering for years and years in exile
And catch glimpse of truth in airwaves that fly.
Still, others sit in rooms of quiet grey,
Silence holding a mirror to the soul,
And let the busy world just drift away,
Waiting until the broken parts are whole.
They search the inner self for sacred signs,
A gentle mercy, flowing like a stream,
And feel a thread that links with the divine,
As they lie in quietude of a dream.
Oft they eye an inner light shining bright,
That leads them to their divine destiny,
Guiding them to the path that`s ever bright,
At the sparkling edge of infinity.
There is no single path to trace the way,
The light is fractured like in a prism glass,
It finds the seeker at the end of day
And brushes through the blades of meadow grass.
So, let`s look in the mirror of our gaze,
Or heed the hum inside the inner deep,
For God is found in many hidden ways,
In what we sow and what we strive to keep.
Let us keep God`s search simple and subtle,
In line with ways that fit our inner self.
Aligned with means that meet our own mettle,
To quench the thirst for evolving ourselves.
When I entered I wondered what I'd find
So much to look at sitting on the shelves
Perhaps if I'm lucky fate will be kind
There are some post cards with pictures of Elves
Stereos, jewelry, tools and guitars
So much to look at sitting on the shelves
I pick up a cap with a metal star
Hidden amongst all of these many things
Stereos, jewelry, tools and guitars
On each side of the star there are gold wings
I'm amazed at this treasure I have found
Hidden amongst all of these many things
I've searched for days I have looked all around
I'm amazed at this treasure I have found
When I entered I wondered what I'd find
It seems I've been lucky fate has been kind
At The Pawn shop Contest
Modified Terzanelle to stay in line limit for contest.