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Men speak of love with their lips ,but not with their heart's,they pronounce caring
but not by their actions,it makes you wonder sometimes if life is really a stage
and they are all actors in a script of lies and deciet
Its an unfair game !!! unfair indeed.
Trust they ask of you but never takeing the time to succeed some go as far
takeing one's heart to burn it.
Who can you trust in this cold cold world even your own shadow can be cunning
Tears they offer ,meaningless tears bitter as the ceder's of lebanon ,over and
over the game is being played on you all in the name of love.
Who laughs at a broken heart,they can !!! with suttle smiles on their faces
stomping on your heart leaving empty traces.
The world is round many hearts they have burned ignoreing the fact that one day
it may be there turn.
Form:
In this little gust of a day
That happens by chance
To blow our way
We find ourselves framed
In reality’s loose knit making.
Indeed for a priceless moment,
we stand shaking.
Up to our knees
In confusion and doubt
Knowing not either,
Way in or out.
Full of hesitation
And its closest neighbor, fear.
Frozen in our tracks, forgetting to steer.
This, but a momentary
Pause to portend;
For we are everyone’s neighbor;
Everyone’s friend.
Like a cat
Our souls deserve and need
That long awaited stretch
Which serves to feed
Muscles soon prepared to spring
Then, like distant thunder
Our truth will ring.
Love will bring us home;
As crashing waves of time,
And sea of life expand to us
Each moment full of foam.
Embraced, caressed, and loved
For the gift it shall become,
Too much for many a weakened soul,
Yet far too few for some.
The price each day our toil paid
As we, with open arms accept,
The gifts before us laid.
Remnants of Love
Nearly ten years since you were called away,
yet still I recall as yesterday your touch,
Your smile, your sense of fun and joy with life.
I remember you playing your guitar, singing along.
You cooking a gourmet meal with great a-plume.
Sharing a bottle of wine over cards or backgammon.
You filled my life with the sunshine of love as
together we shared glances at a humorous joke.
We shared daily strife's with practiced ease
facing each and all together standing strong.
Still I feel your touch in night's shadows
as you softly flit by reminding me of us.
Lonely now is life as I travel onwards,
none can take your place within my heart.
Some good men have tried, yet they can never
be you or be able to share life with your ghost.
Yet as I pause, remembering all you taught me
and experiences we had together I am happy.
Sometimes in life less is indeed far more
now I treasure the memories we made together
written 08/26/2014
contest True Love #2
The word "martyr" comes originally from the ancient Greek legal term for "witness", for someone who gives testimony or evidence in a court of law. Jim Cain 2001
FORGIVENESS
O’Neill depicts the passion of…
the plank, a bridge
our savior’s face, buried
in space open, ethereal
mustard clouds & blue sky mix
hands and feet, transfixed
heaven was indeed opened
by this act, this transaction,
this redeeming moment
where skies’ ebonized on earth,
a light ignited in paradise
the sacrifice of Christ accepted
gravity the world could not, yet, touch
soon martyr’s feet would shout it out
6/26/2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
https://oneillartgallery.com/shop/forgiveness/
Preserving Childhood memories
Those years are like dusty boxes of old books
Each book classify as a quantum leap for me.
My first steps that led to many things,
I kept thinking of my small bottle of goat’s milk
Flavored with Grenada nutmeg to tone down the taste:
Perhaps after my father saw the look of disgust on my small face,
After my first tastes, in comparison to the cow’s milk
Lactose intolerance was the key word in those days.
Little did anyone knew of it…then..
Which was worse the cod liver oil, on Sunday Morning?
Or the nauseating feeling, of the repeats of the oil in one’s mouth
1950s hardly a child escaped mumps, measles, whooping cough or chicken pox.
Childhood disease was most feared, especially amongst the poorest.
So the old folks did whatever, it took to protect us ..
I was always searching, for my next chapter, as soon as I was out of
The danger zone to record, one line at a time
to the simplest things such as choosing the
Best pebbles, the loudest night crickets, to the most
Beautiful butterfly for my collections:
I think I had mention this before once I caught a snarky bird
And try to cage, the poor thing, until my grandmother beg of me
To let it go free, freedom for him was a squeak of happiness,
I could be wrong, but I think the bird return a favor to our household…
There he was picking away at the bananas on the kitchen counter,
Perhaps he saw the danger, that windy morning
A nearby kitchen towel was left to close to the burning stove,
Freedom for him was a squeak of happiness for us on that day
I must indeed say:
Preserving my childhood memories,
not only came from on top of that Hill
But from what that bird taught me,
About a kitchen window that opened with a slight squeak"
freedom
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Written September 30th, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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“Sir, a courier from the palace, posthaste.
A letter, sealed in alabaster wax—though oddly, the envelope is brown.”
—“Brown, you say? That’s abstruse. The palace, with all its aegis and aureate decorum, sends a missive in such a clod’s attire?”
“Indeed, sir. One might adumbrate a message of urgency or a deliberate elision of pomp.”
—“Hm. The hour is balmily acherontic. Across the channel, the clangor of war grows egregious. I dare not be caught in a deluge of decisions without due diligence. This envelope may well be a chimera.”
“Do you suspect it’s from the king?”
—“If not, then from a consanguineous hand. The appetency for peace is amaranthine, yet the nemesis we face is no amorist. He is bumptious, apoplectic, and besotted with ambition. I fear this letter may be a call to arms—or worse, a call to helm.”
“I abjure war, sir.”
—“And yet, madame, war does not abjure us. It is amort of our ambivalence. We must cogitate not on our dislikes, but on our duty.”
“Then open it. The aurora of fate awaits.”
—“Tut-tut. Ah! I am summoned to form a government. Prime Minister, they say.”
“Oh my. And Chamberlain?”
—“A crestfallen calyx, I suspect. I shall replace his wilt with a ductile lily. Now, to the palace—where the king awaits, purplish in mood, brown in discretion.”
Beauty of the African women
Not just the eyes lens
It's colour;
Her lips
Regal neck
Fragile collar bone...
Stunning
Breath taking
Beauty is in the eyes of thy beholder
If you let me
I'll hold you Aries
My eyes will be your mirror
Words can't express
A mere "I love you"
You are much more than I have heard
Much more than you see
A magnificent diamond indeed
Let me hold you ?
Comfort your cheek with my palm
Breaths intertwined
Bodies warmest
Tie me to your tongue my love
Nma my love
Aries black
An ancient beauty
Africa's black woman
The absolute love of my life
Rhythm to my words
Blues in my voice
Words made
Words to come
Words I want to say
Words can't describe you
Words can't show them
Nmasinachi
My Aries black
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battling tenaciously, spiritedly victorious.
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caring Frontliners, for constant steadfastness
likewise extra strength from God’s graciousness
and rejuvenating peace to conquer all sorts of weariness
as you, with well-doing*, aid people against attacking virus’ harshness.
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conscientious Frontliners, to bless you and your family
to shield you with His protective fortress mightily
while upholding your faith to trust Him fully
in your rescue-efforts badly needed verily.
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compassionate Frontliners, with our wholehearted engagement
marked with loving concern to fight global health-crisis’ detriment
yes, we are with you, along compliance to our government
that by the Almighty’s power, we can overcome for healthy betterment.
*Galatians 6:9 And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
April 13, 2020
2nd place, "The Last Token" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 4/21/2021.
3rd place, "STRAND PICK 12,any theme,any form" Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/14/2020.
The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with Zodiacal constellations,
which appear to shift
as planet Earth axis place
alternated in accordance with
inexplicable universal teenage
mutant Ninja turtles joint pact
with power rangers assumption
sans quotidian playstation remotely
controlled by aliens upon
oblate spheroid figurative stage
set whence commencement nudged
village people foment quiet riot rage
and rant against
uncontrollable catastrophic frenzy,
when cosmic creator
rehearses another page
from playbook, which
color coded cobbled Bible
emanates with radiant hues
of yellow and osage
nonetheless, no mortal adept to predict
(only within plus and/or minus
some marginal variance of error).
oft times punishing atmospheric phenomena
incarcerated, pistol whipped
(if anther incorrect),
whiplash unleashed, oppressed, imposed
challenging condition testing ground
flora and fauna could thrive,
whereat most hardy
plants and animals didst abound
linkedin upon terra firmae
murmur of orchestrated
organisms devising fitting
evolutionary survival traits
plentiful glory vis a vis L'Chaim;
gnome hatter outlook required
sprinting thru uber vanguard,
where zero sum game pitted
disadvantaged Feng shui
living things poorly sparred mismatched
against itching attired egghead,
kickstarting netzero beastie boys
indeed emulating hotmail prodigies
holding greensward ground.
scrimmage fostered, elicited,
dictated, commandeered nature
going full throttle with pings
across biological labyrinth
positioning glommed, peeved,
mis tweeted seeds of life, and white lily,
within soil lent green grubby business
whereby herb and woody stemmed
recalcitrant proto flings
wrote toe rooter bakers
gave Gaia a run for her money
to buy Buffalo wings
chasing miscreants nimbly
outwitting, out-rigging
outsmarting nettlesome stings,
and sage protuberant fungi,
released messengers where rise home
spore ports left nada mushroom,
though symbiosis wood
bark a roll a cord.
Elsa was a tall lovely Swede
Cross-eyed and knock-kneed
Million-dollar smile all agreed
Flashing her favorite dress made of tweed
A chain at her neck with a simple bead
Loving kindness was her creed
Drenched in thoughtfulness her every deed
The biggest heart kind to any breed
Elsa couldn’t stand to see any creature bleed
Cautious steps not to crush spider or centipede
When Elsa’s turn was up for vacation, no need to plead
She chose her dream destination easily indeed
All wished Elsa a heartfelt Godspeed
And off went Elsa to visit the Calgary stampede
She was impressed with how it was refereed
And how the bulls got their revenge with speed
As it was humans who most needed to heed
Elsa would be back it was guaranteed
AP: Honorable Mention 2020