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Spotted dress respectable knee length
Disguises her many feathered fetishes
Fecked feeling clucky, red hen strength
Broods on bed of egg beak wet wishes
Wings tuck tight within delicate dreams
Shell inhibits image of sloppy slack yolk
Tiny tapping tells a time arrived redeems
Ruptured glue leak nesting box will soak
Eggy Peggy Sue oogles roosters commit
White eruption risen warm oven can cook
Pyriforms produced cushion a faithful sit
Cracked careless spill beneath silly chook
Attired in cabaret shake head resplendent
Requires stupid roosters follow new rules
Delicious derived from proud independent
Boss of her box where boys beg for jewels
10th January
Hen Sanctuary
It’s amazing to me
That we can’t see
The need and desire to be free
It’s simple to be
The commonality
Break the chains
That bind your reins
To do no less
Would be insane
Seriously you don’t care?
Is that hopelessness in the air?
Why so sad? you feeling glum?
You just realize you’re a working bum?
It’s ok to feel sad
But much better to get mad
Anger shows your alive
Complacency inhibits our ability to thrive
Turn off the P’s
Phones, Pads, and PC’s
Disconnect and reflect
Look around
Listen to the sound
Don’t be lost
Be found
Eric (and sometimes not)
Written: October 26, 2023
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At the bottom of a boundless cosmic sea.
An excellent, universal command decree
Idiosyncratic anthems permeate the air.
Unfathomable eternal marvels fit beyond dare.
In a gothic universe with endless space.
Quantum supernovae withdraw a trace.
A sanctuary to tune in and heal your spirit.
Hence, a realm of wonders of flair inhibits
Misleading me to a spot where I will never roam
The lure of an era that once held me as home
I chased a comet's tail through the rodent hole.
Within an ancient oak so weak, on a witch pole
An owl whispered to me, "To whit, to wooed."
Bound, swollen, and sad, I lay in an aged feud.
Clouds gave the sky an ethereal, vibrant blue.
Rays that are breathtaking in their hidden hue
A secluded elixir, a dreamscape to tackle
Love, hate, and despise pursuant a rackle.
Evasion and criticism both refresh the soul.
A vital refuge is where worries are whole.
I'm famished for such a haven of peacefulness.
At once, the ground coated me with evilness.
Amid a sanctuary of four-leafed clovers.
In the last scale, field flowers and elves rollers
Where the paths bend and descend.
A straight jacket greeted me at the trend.
Man, shy yet potent, strong and protective.
Tough and rude, but distraught and attentive.
A ghostly shade of white that cloaks the ground
Of contoured guesswork and ominous mound
With flecks of skyward flakes tossed by the storm
That frost the gray, obscure the day and change its form
Observed within to look beyond a misted window pane
Into bitter extremities of ague and blaine
A snowbound silence that inhibits the soul
And uncertain depth that impedes all goals
Struggling iconic beauty that stealthily grows
Haphazardly drifting across the moors
Confining rugged scene of whitened dune
Snowbound and shackled this afternoon
To gaze and sit and reflect and ponder
The greenery beneath the shroud out yonder
Staircase appears to enable due climb
Transforms smooth as scales of snake
Sordid exposed inhibits intent once kind
Tramples vigour that giving hearts make
Flattened treads disallow firm foothold
Turned vertical, depicts frightening slide
Fresh bread duly duplicates damp mould
Tough crust disguises grimy rot inside
Eden believing eyes view rows of roses
Lenses pink, by strategic cruelty shattered
Frames deform, broken under bulldozer
Petal perspective, machine rigid embattled
Tainted by hatred, then inevitably reflects
Sears from steel eyes to slippery surface
Casting untoward to all unfolding aspects
Vengeance on shoulder deviates purpose
Platter of fruit colour, as slime discarded
Ladder disputed as useful, fire wood axed
Torn down resources, despair is imparted
Narrow funnel filters hope, heavily taxed
3rd November 2020
Written for Contest:
Hello Darkness My Old Friend
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Culminated cloud cluster promotes ghost apparition
Robed in purity unearthly, portrayed as only option
Virgin white vision given blindly adopted approbation
Vulnerable youngsters succumb to scare doctrine
Commanding loyalty to solitary living love, avoidance
Real application sways wavering suitable standard
Message to refrain from rambunctious enjoyed by us
Marries happy with demean mist canon demanded
Susceptible pious victims of supercilious Lady Fatima
Follow sparse path shadowed in shame, illiteracy
Denied desire, myth written inhibits discerning latitude
Dogma's reason thinly rationed induces celebacy
Discipline within cage fears imminent mire of purgatory
Unlocked box predicts scrutiny of scare strung thesis
Indulging choice embraces mortal meridian exploratory
Ridicule of able arm splint, creed's hypnosis releases
21st October 2020
Written for Contest : Fatima
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
"Good day! God is good!
I’m about to have an ambush interview with you…
Yet, you got stuck on my special child’s wheelchair.
Thus, I don’t need to pursue after you, skipping stone!"
"Well, the Lord has answered your prayer
for an encounter with me…
So, what can I do for you?"
"My child wants to play with you freely
but his condition somehow inhibits him to do so…
What advice can you give me in this regard?"
"Oh, I’m pleased to know that your handsome boy
likes to play with me… Just let him enjoy my presence:
touch me, toss me, build with me. He can also help
decorate aquarium, playground, and garden using me
as well as learn to count and sing along my sound."
"Wow! Thanks for your shared information.
May I invite you to come with us?
My son will place you in his pocket…"
"Sure, but release me afterwards so I can continue
my God-given role as part of His creation to exalt Him,
according to Revelation 4:11, 'Thou art worthy, O Lord,
to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created
all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.'
God bless you and your child."
June 27, 2023
Honorable Mention, "The Interview" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 8/10/2023
Isaac Newton is said to have stated,
'For every action,
or force in nature,
there is an equal and opposite reaction.'
And the proof in his pudding is,
if I exert myself
in search of who knows what I want to be,
it also brings to bear
an equal and opposite influence on me.
As, by doing so,
my own headwind I create,
which inhibits my progress,
and the harder I push, or fixate,
the more resistance I set up,
so to speak,
and the farther away I am
from finding whatever it is I seek.
Indubitably, it's a rule of thumb,
the more forward I go,
all the further behind I become,
but is it better to do nothing at all,
than beat my head against
an invisible brick wall?
Black And White
We are given all the pieces
to play and indulge in life’s great feast
outrageous fortunes be dammed!
Given full reign to Ego’s unfettered beast
and the moves we make shall
establish our legacy
Why are we here?
We can either dazzle with brilliance
or baffle with bulls*it
Shameless are unleashings of doubt
only makes a lesser us grow
inhibits our muses
disables our abilities to sprout
I’m no longer vulnerable
to slings and arrows
validity with magnanimity instead of
sentiments design to disparage
are a marriage of lucidity
Opt for words that heal, and clarity!
Phrases that reveal
a simple way of life,
carpe diem, austerity
too much comfort makes a lazy lone
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Fear Inhibits Success
Written: by Tom Wright
10-2-2019
Fear inhibits success,
and often becomes our restraint;
the fear of that next step,
and the uncertainty of where it might lead.
But before we can avoid any pitfalls that lay before us
they first must be identified.
We try to justify the anxiety
caused by fear by making excuses,
like doubt, lack of time, or I’ll do it later.
Trust God as you ascend up your ladder to success.
Remembering this,
“You can’t run with the big dogs
if fear keeps you under the porch”
Matthew 10:28
King James Version (KJV)
“And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”