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Methinks I inadvertently got entangled
without deliberate intent, sans whirled
wide web, albeit courtesy of yours truly,
who (flattered upon at least one maybe
more'n one Prose.com subscriber click-
king regularly regarding posts this scribe
electronically broadcast) unwittingly, me
violated unspoken/unwritten breach of
considerable proportion, which singular
impetus arose spontaneously to transmit
(without said dude indulging crude, lewd,
nude... offensive faux pas), that hopefully
doth newt engender an unstoppable feud
(tantamount as if purely innocent motive
capital one offence) pseudo cryptic allusion
to female - only referenced her boat oxe
screen name took objection hinting at my
appreciation by acknowledging humorous
indirect linkedin pleasantries at appealing
to inquisitiveness about this generic garden
variety *****sapien, (he just learned how
to walk erect this morning), but much ado
about nothing, asper comedy of errors this
harmless by George run of the mill on the
floss imp pond durable bard, she (naturally
squared the circle, a laudatory feat), perhaps
concluded, aye tried iterating what appeared
as theorem (from unpublished recently disc
hovered "FAKE" testament, sans Matthew),
and of course no ambition arises to hire any
gumshoe - well worth his polyisobutylene in
chiclets will be pursued, but loose vicious
bloodhounds after this doggone muttering
ole coon holding him hostage within his oh
zone unnaturally square cage.
At age of five, baby turns to a child
Leaving Mother’s lap enters outer world
Curiosity begins, strong or mild.
Fear and Sweet Home are the important words
Inquisitiveness to increase daily
Schooling and study get priority
Adolescence becomes crucial mainly.
At fifteen searching for identity.
Through budding teen ages bubbling youth comes
Sex consciousness appears as fulcrum.
Most vibrant dynamic youth to welcome
Career, Love and Family : Broad Spectrum.
At fifty Perfect Persona is gained.
Lad or Lady fulfills own ambition
Proud Parents : Grown Up Children entertain.
Success reflects through Next Generation.
Last Phase of Life starts at age Seventy.
Last but not the Least, you are to proceed
through hard work establishing entity
Live in full, Life is a Challenge indeed.
Professed paean pronounced
and adroitly produced
upon spirit of deceased
named Boyce Brandon Harris.
First year anniversary since
cremains distributed across four winds
his soul remains alive within me.
Impressed upon mine consciousness
birthdate announcing home birth
April 9th 1929, my father
gasped his first breath of air
head populated with black curly locks,
when he uttered that initial blare,
nor preschool instructors extant
to teach him building blocks
inherent in double helix strand,
paternal grandfather (mine)
designed many a fancy chair
passed along blueprint
pertaining to curious lad
forever challenging himself to dare.
Though me dada gone with the wind
well nigh three hundred sixty five days
impossible mission to forget being pinned
with profound grief now sorrowful phase
diminished, nevertheless vague upbringing
regarding late father roughly limned
especially recalling dada's mien ways.
Him biological circumstance found
being youngest of three offspring
and second ably linkedin heir
whose inquisitiveness found him
roaming (courtesy donning roller skates)
Manhattan island far and near
plus or minus penchant
with science and mathematics
intelligent quotient in stratosphere
those mental cogs, wheels and gear
found those piercing black eyes to peer
way beyond New York City skyline.
Demise of him who helped beget me
softened harsh rebukes figuratively rained
upon noggin of yours truly
sole son wishes father understood
my psychological maelstrom
flush with monsters under boyhood bed,
and voices inside traumatized head.
Latent smarts did create career
path, which whipsawed him
thru multitudinous exotic places he did dare
to traverse – from Korean front
to General Electric where
he secured employment
as mechanical engineer
within aerospace, industry
completed my academic projects with flair,
who essentially earned me passing grade
just by the chin whisker hair
and by physical might,
I wished he served as bodyguard
when kids did jeer
me quiet skinny boy, who felt intimidated
when bullies spewed names with a leer.
Summer is here with its extended day light
Mountains are giving up on their accumulated stock of snow piles
The river is gushing with vigor carrying fresh cold water supply
Its dancing bubbly liquid is glittering in the sun’s sparkly stimuli
She comes meandering through luscious mountain valleys
Making the surrounding land enriched and generously fertile
Old and new trees of fir, pine and oak stand along her rims
Keep the mountains green and healthy for the roaming animal breeds
The change of the season is showing new growths on the tree tips
Many daisies and purple sweet pea flowers are covering nearby fields
Gorgeous red planted roses are blossoming in the sunlight
A Grapevine is also showing a start of new fruit to my delight
Dark blue magnificent Stellar Jays welcome visitors by their loud songs
Showing their bold inquisitiveness swooping from branch to branch
A pair of black Phoebe birds kept flying on the water to catch flies
Bringing back food to their precious chicks in the nest above a windowsill
A loner mink showed its appearance time to time after sunset
Hurrying fast to find a meal before hiding back into his cozy den
A black bear visited a few times in the darkness of nights
Happily wandering around the shared land after humans are gone to sleep
A visit to the rhythmic mountain river brought energizing breaths of refreshing air
Helped me notice and learn from the simplicity of nature’s behavior
"What all charms and secrets reside in the mysterious depths of nature! To enjoy them, one should have a child's curiosity and the inquisitiveness of an environmentalist." --- By Poet
When heart bleeds from unseen wounds, I wish to roam,
Through dense and lush green woodlands wild
Where leaves whisper and insects chant in rhythmic form.
Holding my breath, with prancing steps, like a child,
I walk watching trees loaded with colorful blooms
And enjoy the scented breeze, sweet and mild.
As I move on, vast and varied vista zooms,
And I behold the wonders nature keeps.
Watch macaws and peacocks in colorful plumes.
There's no time the woodland fully sleeps.
Making pulsating and swooshing sounds,
A cataract from a nearby mound leaps.
As nature in her magical beauty surrounds,
I feel, my heart with sweet sensations abounds.
Paints through tools; read with logical reasoning
Change conventional beliefs; abandons traditional probability
Coordinate figures in league with attributes; Polished audience inquisitiveness
Challenges the aside; make out the take of possibility
Poets are never ashamed
To own we have been wrong
It is a way to be glad
We are strong
As a poet
Making out fortunes off problem
I become problems alternate
Advanced clown of Adam
As I'm always hoping
To be improving
Agreed it is of fact
I have become wiser in act
This pen will not seize
Not to the quest of phase
The height of my dreams' gees
Making it go ablaze
Ya call yerself Rose
But ya actually Vie
I'm left here ponderin
Wonderin why
Sure ya pretty
Rose suits ya fine
Complexity like wine
There's some fella
I'm sure ya left behind
Him a seven and you a nine
Yet I look
I ain't see no thorns
Even though petals of splendor adorn
A sweet child
Canadian born
Who looks like a flower
In a field of corn
So you see
I'm here ta dis
I tink ya
A misrepresented flower miss
Or perhaps I mistaken
Ya might be a Mrs.
All I know
Is ya go around
givin hugs and kisses
In the end
I m a witness
Maybe it's none a ma business
It may just be ma inquisitiveness
Are ya sure
Ya not a Violet
Or tink perhaps
ya a disguised
"Stone Cold Pilot"
Pretty with piercing eyes
And glamorous highlights
Writing rhymes in fluorescent red tights!
Keepin fellas up at night
I'm tellin ya
Dat aint right
Yer star
Otta sight
It's just way ta bright!
Getting in on the slam fun, dedicated to Rose!
Form:
ENTHUSIASM
Ensuing enabling efficiency, energy in exulted endeavor
Noted noble nice notion in ambition
Total devotion to try targeting goal in tenacity tackling tension
Happy venture with high vitality, hopeful vigor, zeal, hasty potency.
Unbridled unchecked unending zest an liveliness for work.
Strong sparkling sprightly shiny stamina on dynamism.
Inherent inquisitiveness initiating vitality.
Affirmative assertive active approach to achieve aim.
Sustaining spirited sharpness searching success.
Marvelous motivation on mission in merry mood.
06/20/20
Third Place
'Enthusiasm' Contest by Caren Krutsinger
'Completely Your Choice (23) Contest by Brian Strand
No matter yours truly an atheist,
I consider myself fascinated with my ancestry
x cited regarding: upcoming
Jewish holiday fast approaching
by the bewitching hour which doth hold key
to Chamber Of Secrets to – me
analogous being Sorcerer's Apprentice
as you will read and see,
though impossible mission
to proffer extensive family tree.
Courtesy of Google, this grown man
linkedin with tribes of Zion
indulged curiosity of mine
proudly harkens, (particularly
as he doth accumulate orbitz around the sun)
from Semitic ancestral line
surrounded by Jewish community
(countless years ago,
when we called Penn Valley
our place of residence)
off a street that arches
(like Noah’s bow sprint)
and named Woodbine.
Yet, he knows virtually nothing
about Jewish History
lets inquisitiveness wander
as a descendent from the “Lost Tribes Of Israel”
pondering how his life would be lived
if baptized in customs, faith, and religion
considered one of the oldest codified paradigms.
The first of the High Holy Days
or Yamim Nora'im ("Days of Awe")
celebrated on the first two days of Tishrei
the first day of the seventh month as "Zikhron Teru'ah"
("A memorial with the blowing of horns").
Rosh Hashanah is described as "the day of judgment"
(Yom ha-Din) and "the day of remembrance"
(Yom ha-Zikkaron)
occurs 163 days after the first day of Passover (Pesach)
beginning of Rosh Hashanah
at sundown at the end of 29 Elul.
The evening before Rosh Hashanah day is known
as Erev Rosh Hashanah ("Rosh Hashanah eve").
On Rosh Hashanah day,
religious poems, called piyyuttim,
are added to the regular services.
A special prayer book,
the Mahzor is used
on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
This sacred day, the horn doth blow to chauffeur
(two precious daughters
now grown and autonomous
didst long since exit and escape
parental basket of deplorables,
where freedon beckoned,
when age of consent attained
exited out front door)
marginally linkedin with historical past
replete with tantalizing lore
where legions of commandments pour
and more relevant than ever
as global tempests roar
atrocity diminishing Hebraic peoples
courtesy incessant pograms and war.
I marvel at her elegance
elegance born of an understanding
an esthetic awareness, the knowing of who she is
She embraces both the beauty and limitations of her form
Wearing what pleases her
no longer putting pretty things away for some future occasion
Her clothing creates movement
for she does not wish to stay still
I see her eyes sparkle with the eagerness of yesterday's child
the exuberance of her endless possibilities
Still a subtle sadness resides
a warning of sorts
an "approach with caution"
"come to me, but keep your distance"
perhaps she feels safer that way
Maybe this is part of her aesthetic
for music cannot exist without tension
notes are born of apposing forces
So I will ask my questions
attempt to understand
I will hear what she wishes to tell
and I will try to comprehend
Most importantly I will appreciate her elegance
the freedom she finds within her laughter
Her inquisitiveness as she peers over her glasses
for she is both a teacher and a student
life for her remains and adventure
and she chooses to live it
one note at a time
until she has written her symphony
until she has painted all of her colors
until she realizes that pain serves a purpose
Without it we never truly become
we never truly know
who we really are