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What we felt was spontaneous
feelings easy to navigate,
other thoughts were extraneous
fixation or not love won't wait.
Lost in the portal of our eyes
what we felt was spontaneous,
as tangible as starry skies
its intrigue consentaneous.
Doubts were but momentaneous
for we'd shared a revelation,
what we felt was spontaneous
our hearts needed no translation.
There was no need to verbalize
sweet words were miscellaneous
we had no wish to patronize
what we felt was spontaneous.
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01/20/2020
Eight word challenge 1 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Queen of Materialism Versus Queen of Minimalism
She shops and shops and shops and shops.
She is either in a store or on the phone.
Amazon boxes surround her house.
Some are opened, some are not.
She is a consumer, smothered under boxes.
You can find her hand reaching toward the computer
As she tries to click “buy” but the rest of her is under boxes.
Hear that click? She just bought something else.
Will she have time to open all of these boxes before she dies?
Doubtful.
The Queen of Materialism lives.
Our next Queen has signed up to be in a tour of homes.
Her friends are horrified.
It is a Christmas tour. She has no Christmas stuff.
She has no quilts, no tree, no ornaments, no stuff.
Her house is black and white and blah.
There are no pictures on her wall.
She would not recognize an Amazon box.
She is not curious, not interesting, not tantalized by shiny things.
Colorful sassy things do not amaze, intrigue or entice her.
She does not go into stores, and she does not shop online.
Her house is stark, empty, bereft. She is the Queen of Minimalism.
She lights up the entire surrounding.
She's absolutely the genuine article.
I tell you, she's out of my league.
Adorable, with a touch of intrigue;
She smiles and waves at me as she quietly comes and goes.
Neither a swagger nor bragger.
She's not a pink, white, or red rose,
But forces one to stare at her pose.
She's short-lived, but arresting.
Beautiful and captivating,
She's classy, a real 'looker'.
But often missing in action
Because her season is brief.
Tall, colorful, and alive,
With the look of royalty.
Yet she fits well among commoners.
Gracing the entry of our flower garden,
She's embraced by yesterday
with a never-ending story.
She dresses in purple,
And looks stunning.
Her name is Iris.
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Just before the touch of winter’s caress
Comes a moment when my heart must confess
Peace sways eagerly in the zephyr spice
Tempting autumn brings wonders so precise
Just beyond songs of summer’s gentling kiss
Comes a season when hearts feel such sweet bliss
Autumn shakes with splendor of summer’s end
Gasp of hope rustling light who will transcend
Just beneath the sprinkling of rain’s splatter
Comes a grace who reveals what will matter
Laughing leaves in boldest scarlet and gold
Drift through the gusts who are so quick and bold
Just before shadows fall from ancient light
Comes a calm who erases darkest night
Easy waves of trembling truths will abide
In the fires of hearts the past won’t divide
Just beyond the wonders of autumn’s praise
Comes freedom so pleasing it shall amaze
Spilling joy through the soul who just believes
Autumn’s prodigy breaths love through the leaves
Just beneath the intrigue of this season
Comes a feeling that gives time its reason
Twirling to the music of faith and grace
Leaves reveal the flow of light who’ll embrace
Just past summer, before winter arrives
Comes repose from the season who survives
Every doubt, each fear and even life’s groans
Lovely autumn holds peace in softest tones
Those fakes news and gossip columns
wreck my bladder with much aversion--
how a twisted story flames into one scandal
rousing this global village possessed
by a culture quite dysfunctional...
And the audience laps the intrigue
expanding like a dramatic Netflix series!
Yes... improvise, add, dissect
this newest exposé from sleek tabloids
patronizing lowlife curiosity of both
working class and the elite---words fall,
totally pathetic, absurd. Yet, a bleeding
of sensationalism never never ends,
until a fresh bubble pops more hysteria.
It Really Gets Me Going Contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw 5/28/2019
a lot of intrigue, plenty of danger and a little bit of romance
a fatal conspiracy, God's destiny with a touch of bribery and finance
the Bible's book of Esther reads like a modern novel that contains all these things
but the book of Esther never mentions the Lord God by His name
even thougth the Lord God's name is not written
the presence of the Lord is certainly not hidden
King Xerxes of Persia had a feast and was in a drunken stance
when he ordered Queen Vashti to come forth and perform a risque dance
Queen Vashti refused to abide by the King's drunken request
the King was so affronted that he kicked out of the royal nest
King Xerxes was a ruler with a weak constitution
easily swayed by others in his royal conclusions
influenced by his cronies he signed many decrees and unfair laws
to inebriated and unable to see that they were flawed
with Queen Vashti now exiled the King desired to attain a new queen
and that was when a comely Jewish maiden arrived on the scene
her heritage and nationality remained unknown to the monarchy
until the day King Xerxes signed a most horrendous decree
a plot was put into place, its purpose to destroy the Jews
so Queen Esther urged by her Uncle Mordecai knew what she had to do
and despite the fact that her actions would put her life on the line
she saw the hand of God at work and knew that this was now her time
for such a time as this her mission was to be an agent for the Lord
her destiny was to make right a wrong and put all in accord
destined for greatness by following God's holy instructions
destined for greatness to save a nation from total destruction
God is in charge and will use any woman or man
to fulfill His promises according to His master plan
God is sovereign and He's in total control
so give Him all the glory when He defines for you your role
Queen Vashti's removal allowed Queen Esther to be in a place
positioned by the hand of God to provide her people His saving grace
for nothing in life in coincidence, it's all God's destiny
according to His Holy Word that is the prophecy
destined for greatness for such a time as this
the Bible's book of Esther a story that should not be missed
In this forest abyss, I navigate my tender to the touch nerves -
the finger tracing surface pain, a fixation on the all too silent footfall,
prints that talk behind my back. They patronize me with hyena laughs,
lurking tendrils that wind around my path.
tangible tightrope -
the lasso ready to hang
me on fervent branch
Intrigue finds me running, screaming through skeletal fingers —
branches tearing at my hair and clothes. I hear the forest floor
and ceiling laughing at me, driving me to the brink of insanity.
Pausing, I have a revelation...I recall a tale, a wild whopper
of a portal in the epicenter of the woods.
spontaneous thought
dare i enter a new world -
earth’s fraught with danger
I find a clearing up ahead once I step through dense fog. Funny,
I am suddenly all alone with the tallest tree. I know I must climb
into the clouds. I eat the fruit as I make my trek.
Aromatic, juicy, so alive this food.
empowered with strength
leaving suffering behind - -
must be tree of life
1/29/2020
Eight word challenge 1 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
The Immeasurable silence
Broken only by a haunting tune.
playing the lyrics of a warbling taste,
Lifts the atmosphere in the room.
The gloom we assume from the outdoor,
Sweeps inside like a discontented broom.
Dusting down the ceiling to the floor,
And make windows immaculately groom.
They look the part and dress appropriately,
impression benign the obvious condition.
Physical appearance and state of society,
hidden within the silence of the nation.
Silence is an experience of distinction,
First impression last longest in memory.
The response of verbal non communication,
Received by those visiting the country.
Accent and posture of voices can devise
And divide the needs of wanton friendship.
Some days intrigue is a compromise,
To pierce the armoury of culture tight lip.
Here, I emerge endlessly in the sands of time
as living day does not yet fade, nor stray dark
I find myself apart,
separated from subdued senses
selflessly soaking up what surrounds me.
Like the tamed breeze I feel conceived
of what passed my feet just a slight breath ago,
like slow melting snow at the foots of hills
while the cricket’s hum spills as deep blue fills the air
I am more aware of what moves and moves me.
Streetlamps now aglow, perched above shrubs grown
as light alone turns my skin shimmering gold
like stories around fire told, dancing the bold night
dark shadows mould below my hovered hands
and shape my write of path across these sands.
Just an impression imprinted as it is erased,
changed forever are these passing days breathed
and intrigue releases the new breath that breathes me.
The swaying tops of trees have caught my eye
while night’s tears of the sky cries stars still
these glittered shapes fill where clouds hung high
I feel the lie that lives away from this grace
drawn closer to this infinite, intense space.
Even as I smoke my burning cigarette,
admire the grey haze breathed away
not a day goes by that I don’t question your all,
where I don’t fall through the taunt layers of time
like an old copper dime spun heads or tails
a choice, at the crossroads of trails walked blind
here, I find my life finding me...
just a moment I lived in this moment...
a mind freed.
Where ,oh where ,do you roam
When you close your eyes
To a world of beauty and calm
Warm days and blue skies?
Or are you lost in a maze
Disoriented and dazed
Alone and confused
Threatened and afraid
Are you trying to escape
From the evil following you
Trying to scream loudly
Yet no sound comes through
Or do you happily drift down memory lane
Full of tranquility and peace
With the ones you had forgotten
Or the ones who are deceased
Do the dark, sad memories you choose forget
Invade your dream mind
Haunting and disturbing
Relentless and unkind
Do you awaken in a state of bliss
Or unsettled and fatigued
Where, oh where ,do you roam
A destination….one of intrigue!