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Moorings anew are easy as thought,
Vessels tethered, fixed as weather,
By an anchor, a person, or an idea,
Sure to shore up evidence of defense, of itself.
With every wave, memory fades soft as morning fog,
Providing wet hiding and reinforcing ties,
Binding us together, on shores of security,
Like seamen seining a weir of our own making.
Forgetting respawns our willingness,
To be encircled again, within a radius of safety,
Ropes with a constricting reach, endless limitations,
As far away as the unmovable horizon in view.
Then we float into the final harbor,
Less grounded, ethereal anchorage more stable,
Rites of arrival unknown, moored in others still,
Slipping in, your past adrift, reborn under a new gable.
clusters tend to blind the eyes
overwhelm and hypnotise
I appreciate how that occurs
temporarily reality blurs
daisies fade and daisies wilt
though Earth remains on its same tilt
constant vase sometimes contains bliss
I'm temporal and aware of this
I watch as time demonstrates this fate
there is no sense asking time to wait
nor comfort in letting time past conflate
with our present or future state
each burst of joy that bloomed in view
was gift in moment and threat in lieu
yet yin and yang cannot accrue
and balance is the resting hue
I'm temporal in the schemes and storms
constants are not truthful forms
though Earth remains it can't contain
daisies if there are no rains
temporarily we pause or rush
I appreciate calm in the hush
overwhelm there taught to rest
clusters tended will manifest
The reader of the stars who lives just down the street
looked in her crystal ball and said, “Your future’s sweet!
The man you’re dreaming of—I see . . . he’s now in view!
He is prince no doubt, fit for a princess—YOU!”
I said, “Someone like me can hope to find a prince?”
She said, “I’ll see you meet this grandest of all gents!”
“You KNOW this guy?” I asked my sis. “I DO!” she said.
Like you he’s looking for THE soulmate he can wed.”
So--she’s no reader of the stars, but she’s a gem!
Thanks to dear Sis, I have a lovely life with him.
September 4, 2020
Max 12 lines, poem-inspired prompt poetry contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
As we wave goodbye to august
the last picnic the last nature hike
before the hustle and bustle of
school starting summers ending
moms hurrying children to get
immunisation holding records
transcript’s school bus schedule
finally the packet filled with papers
to sign for field trip forms picture
pamphlet permission slips emergency
contact form medication list
allergies finally the physical forms
attached with sports application
football soccer volleyball basketball
cheerleading karate after school
programs orchestra band theatre
connected with the boys and girls
club and the ymca changing the
calendar September is in view
the principal smiles as all the teachers
clean and stock their new classroom
awaiting the meet and greet pleasant
school staff I collect the fall festival
tickets start up the kettle corn machine
new assistant principal says to me
you’re an angel indeed die hard PTA
making my rounds helping to keep
my focus on this coming school year
parents raising their hands asking
questions where’s the bus schedule
my child gets motion sickness he has
peanut allergies I introduce her to the
nurse calming her fears instantly
what day and time is early release
let us wave goodbye to august and
have a wonderful safe school year
Burning knowledge
With each new breath
Licked the sore
Till there was nothing left.
False perception comes in view
To think I was going to marry you.
Adopted a ideology
That I could keep the hollow me
And continue to pursue this plan
After all you said I could come as I am.
Words dance around in the wind
Whispering,
Welcome me to sin.
Darkened road paved with glass
This internal bleeding will slowly pass.
Open wounds scream my name
Oozing out… all this shame.
Hurry quickly! Bandage me.
Before I bleed insanity.
Avalanches of past regrets
All this pity has me wet.
Drowning in this former fame
There must be an award for all this pain.
Golden metal, just for me!
Professing the day you set me free!
Once your breeze
Blows away this disease
I will fall straight to my knees.
WHEN MISHAP CAUSED THE ENTIRE STAFF OF
THE nwwa WRASSLIN COMPANY
TO BE DISPLACED BY A MISHAP.
THE COMPANY ALLOWED
A LOW RANKING MEMBER OF THE COMPANY
TO RUN THE TELEVISION LIVE SHOW.
WHEN THE CALL CAME THAT THE PRESIDENT WOULDN'T BE HERE
NEITHER WOULD THE
RANKING MEMBER OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE
AND HIS OPPOSING COUNTERPART FROM
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE,
THE COMPANY ALLOWED A CREWMEMBER OF THE
CAMERA TEAM TO
RUN THE NATIONAL SHOW.
THIS WAS UNIQUE AND
WE FOUND SOME MEAN SPIRITED PEOPLE WHO HAD
GRIEVANCES TO BARE
AGAINST THIS
VERY POPULAR COMPANY.
THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS LOST THEIR TITLES, TO OPEN THE SHOW.
THE nATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP WAS CROWNED TEN TIMES DURING THE SHOW. ( ON AND OFF CAMERA)
THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WAS HELD-UP
AND DETERMINED A NEW CHAMPION
VIA A FIVE CORNERED FREE FOR ALL.
THEN CHAMPIONSHIP THEN WAS CONTESTED AGAIN, IN A BOUT THAT PROVED ON ANY GIVEN NIGHT
ANYONE CAN BE THE BEST IN THE WORLD.
EVEN IF THE CHAMPION HAD ALL THE ODDS AGAINST HIM
WHEN A UNDESERVING UNRANKED AND UNTALENTED GRAPPLER
ROSE TO THE OCCASION TO BECOME WORLD CHAMPION.
HIS FIRST WIN IN THREE YEARS,
HE BECAME 39(L)-8(DIS) 6(C-O) 1 (W)
THE ACTING MEMBER THEN ( SCARED TO HIS WIT'S, HE DAWNED A MASK TO HIDE HIS FACE NOT TO BE KNOWN BY THE MEMBERS OF THE STAFF AND THE ATHLETES HE WAS IN CHARGE OVER)
WHEN MADE THE DECISION TO CREATE A NEW PAY PER VIEW IN VIEW OF THE PUBLIC ( BOARD ROOM DECISION)
A MEMBER OF THE ATHLETIC COMMISION STEPPED UP TO OVERRULE HIS AUTHORITY)
THIS CREATED SOME TENSION ( IT WAS VISIBLE)
HE DREW A PICTURE OF A TROPHY, AND CALLED OUT TEN WRESTLERS
FROM TWO CORNERS HE TOLD THEM, WHOEVER IS THE LAST MAN STANDING WINS THE TROPHY, THE RULES WERE
ELMANATION COMES FROM A PINFALL IN THE RING OR IN THE RINGSIDE AREA, A COUNOUT WILL HAVE YOU TO BE SENT TO THE LOCKER ROOM. AND
HE STIPULATED, WHEN THE MATCH HAS FOUR CONTENDERS,
A TAG MATCH WILL FIND TWO MEMBERS VICTORIOUS, AND THE WINNERS
WOULD COMPETE TO BE RECOGNIZED AS THE TROPHY WINNER.
HE THAN WOULD NAME THE TROPHY WINNER THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER.
WELL IT BECAME A CLASSIC MATCH.
FOUR REFEREES
AND TEN CONTENDERS, ELIMINATION STYLE
AND THEN A CLASSIC AUSTRALIAN RULES TAG MATCH.
WHEN THE WINNER WOULD THEN COMPETE TO BE RECOGNIZED AS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER.
Once a judge, she stood like stone,
A pillar set against the storm,
Solid as a mountain’s bone,
Certain, patient, grave, and warm.
Her judgments were not made of steel
But of a careful, human light—
A balance taught by what we feel,
A lantern held against the night.
Now in a room of younger days
She plants her reasons like a seed,
And with a sun-bright, steady gaze
She warms each question into need.
Betray her not—she always knows
The hidden currents, undertow;
Behind her eyes, a clear sight grows
That reads the things we do not show.
In all I read, in all I write,
Her quiet work is still in view—
My daughter stands here in the light,
Only twenty-two, because of you.
The intellectual mind runs deep in disease receptors.
With mental illness rampant, the blitzkrieg type firing countless uptake inhibitors.
Even with this life altering handicap that suffocates the disabled brain so blind.
Intelligence is beyond that of 90% of humans, and learning is simply ahead from behind.
Genius in his own right, gifted with knowledge and filth flows with ease.
Subconscious of the masses, thousands of lives of men and cree`s.
Yet the intellectual suffers the sorrows of generations of pain.
Intuitive of much knowledge, in tune with the motions and wisdom gained.
What is immensely difficult for most humanity, for him it`s simply just attained.
Anything that comes in view of thoughts, logic and reasons are engraved,
Memories deep like the ocean's depths, some could say it's a plaque.
Yet if you understand this side of satisfaction, then you have been reincarnated from the grave.
Every year I would hold up my daughter to the top of the Christmas tree
An angel she would place on top with a little light for all to see
My wife would decorate the tree with ornaments and tinsle
The branches would be so happy as if writing their on epistle
Our dogs would circle around and frolic
And all together it was very angelic
I miss those days when our family was one
Outside, snow at our feet against a low arcing sun
But I know that others family thrive
Which helps keep my memories alive
And even though I now have a different change in view
I wish the merriest of Christmases to all of you
Saturday, November 27, 2021
''X'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
What would I do for Summer’s Kiss
For buttered corn and cherry tarts
For watermelon’s sugared bliss
All set to woo my heart of hearts
For Summer’s kiss is one to know
Like watercolor’s rainbow pie
The honeyed air begins to blow
The breezes grace a painted sky
And summers kiss the ocean too
For gulls to greet the morning sun
The mist of sandy beach in view
While laughter rings in echoed fun
And then, through evening’s sleepy eyes
To gaze at dance of fireflies