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“No photographs!” the guards implored.
To my surprise, they were ignored.
The cell-phone cameras snapped away,
No matter what the guards did say.
The guards were powerless, of course.
No one could possibly enforce
A rule like that among the crowd
Who could care less what was allowed.
Back in the pre-cell-camera day,
A rule meant that we’d all obey.
Yet modern times cause folks to question;
Rules are seen as mere suggestion.
How far will defiance go?
That is what I’d like to know.
When people drive right past red lights,
We’ll see what mischief that incites.
I grew up following the rules
And so, with other likewise fools,
I will abide by set commands
Before society disbands.
Adjectives plunk themselves down in two’s and threes.
I watch them gather, peeking from behind solid noun trees.
The blank page delights me, incites me, highlights me.
I try to catch up, but they are everywhere I did not see.
Where to begin? I wonder, but they are not waiting for me.
They are cleverly organizing themselves into a big company.
An army now, they march along leaving their tracks.
I pick up the pen, and one coughs “Here comes one of the hacks.”
This makes me cringe, for I thought I ought to be in charge.
Who does she think she is? An admiral or a convoluted sarge?
The verbs began to gather and start whistling at me now.
Starting their own sentences without my help. Meow!
Painting cartoons with neon acrylic paints keeps me entertained.
It delights me, incites me, and keeps me excited, enthusiastic, and energetic.
I have never had a hobby that keeps me this enthralled and enraptured
For a multitude of hours – days and days and days at a time.
Sure, raising children was fun, gardening was nice, and I like to play with words.
But if you were to ask my passion, I would have to say painting
Because it gives me a sense of peace, and puts me in touch with my soul
like nothing else ever has.
Painting keeps me young and reminds me to be grateful for my talents.
I thank God for orange, red, yellow, pink, green, blue, silver and gold daily.
I cannot imagine living a life without painting; or even a week without it.
Written 5-18-2022
Contest: Your Passion
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.
The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.
Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing families.
Enforced by Republican rule,
laws mandate these calamities.
Nazis and fascists rally round
Trump, waving confederate flags.
Hate's propaganda is unbound,
their blood chants recruiting scumbags.
A bigot's voted in power,
a nationalist is in charge.
A man defined by Trump-tower
is revered by cultists at large.
Democracy's reached a crossroads,
a lunatic has won the race.
And holding the nuclear codes
he incites his ass-kissing base.
When they kiss so tenderly, they imagine plans for a lifetime,
their entwined arms protect what's theirs and precious inside:
they always get the usual looks of envy and unable to separate
these two young sweethearts, they simply give up trying;
staying together is turning away from unwanted loneliness,
building that tomorrow in trust means whatever it may take,
accepting endless joy that enters the happy heart, and this
incites their desire to be truly faithful and keep their longing.
They don't have to choose and wait, fate has already favored them;
could a fickle instinct make them loose their loveliest dream?
Who are more blessed than the ones honoring their promises?
No unexplainable force or unfavorable event can overwhelm them;
could they be tempted by beautiful eyes with such lustful smiles?
Their image of humbleness is unique, and they're admired by others.
Getting to know them is discovering their well-kept secret,
one could write a romance novel from the words they speak;
watch how they hold hands and the tender caresses they seek...
doesn't their happiness declare they are the perfect portrait?
A love built on trust
Our love flutters on calypso breezes,
cruising on the tropic of Capricorn
All of our anxieties it eases,
as mango sun wakes us this August morn
Passionate dew glistens on sun kissed skin
as we gaze at skies of peaches and cream
your essence incites desires within
We're enamored in this tropical dream
This is no cruise ship infatuation
We confess and reveal history's scars
tethered together in hearts migration
Promising love, under the moon and stars
Shooting stars ricochet through cosmic dust
Heavenly signs that our love's built on trust
John Derek Hamilton
July 13,2017
Written: May 14, 2023
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Your dewdrops are bedazzling on dunes,
Hides enticing sparks so haphazardly fumes.
Your eyes, akin to honey, exude an inner charm,
Love embraced your fragility with supple calm.
My love, time has tainted your obsession,
Captivating every pulse is magnetic affection.
Your aesthetic evokes divine Greek magic,
Dazzling draws blithely on peaks, ecstatic.
Enduring aromas soothe my random fondness,
Pushily puzzled by odd bond built by oddness.
Magic is real yet scary as seconds tick by.
Fear incites harm as sharp shards cry.
Prayers to all those trapped in this maze.
No one is or is meant to be scathe or graze.
Mist emitted by crashing waves may stay.
"It is only me," I whisper as tears of hope dry.
A Dreamer Gazed In Agelessness
In the midst of chaos love relinquished its reign
A plethora of weakened senses pounding within
Like clouds we drifted apart abandoning heaven
Remorsefully begged that an amnesty be given.
If Eden is illusion is there another I can behold?
Visions blindsided by this apathetic frigid world.
Do missed chances lose spark unlike pure gold?
May not buy their way out of loneliness tenfold.
Who can say for certain if one's luck takes hold?
Fate insists that the answer must never be told.
Doubt incites desperation as she began to weep
To ameliorate her grief, I ascend a canyon steep
A dreamer gazed in agelessness counting sheep
Dazed as hearts tenderly reunites in their sleep!
Penned: 11/27/2022
Extended Stay America
Lake Worth, Florida
USA
to mark the edge of spring
to tilt strawmen 'gainst their will
late April wind shuffles new leaves like a deck of cards
a simple trick
nature in its gliding
the willow rustling
pushed by the huff and puff of big bad wolf intention
a wind that incites the season's freshness
rich romp of swaying
aspirations warring
their swooshing blow of heaving like a magistrate robed
wispy clouds wafted away to find other kin
as whispers fill night air, thick and thin
to hide themselves in willful skies
the wind at one's back, a spritely elevation
when worry mislays direction
when whistles overwash resistance
when the wind is weightless like devout contentment
you'll hear its chords of song
Poem composed April 24, 2023
Revised May 20, 2023
Pale orb the bleary wake incites
Pallid streams procession ignites
Twilight's caravan gives last beams flight
Deep browns, oranges funerary pyre light
Glare from Day's spent hours moon's spawning rays spite
Day's face shares last glint then bier shutters tight
Into gray abyss Helios's flaming spirit doth kite
In ethereal corridor veiled remnants with chilling vapors slight
Night's doleful dirge; sprightly pallbearers shoulder blight
In vapid sanctuary, a jading stillness appends eerie rite
Nyx's strobe earth's dimmed floor with shadows doth requiet
Sidling tributaries in contrite cadence blink at earth's plight
Slow rhythms of Nyx's bleating requiem soul's sleep doth invite