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Sweet 16, Sealed in Wax
Nothing compares, can't hold a candle,
To our togetherness in love,
Hand in hand we share our "One-dle",
As a ship in harbor, we nestle in our cove!
Nothing's like sweet sixteen,
Enamored , married & matched to Barbara,
"Aishes Chayil" humble yet royal queen,
She has "tzniusly" survived Chaim's parabola!
16 annuals as one, traditionally one gifts wax,
Not diamonds nor strings of pearls,
Our companion hood Bananagrams max,
Together, our joy unfurls!
Also known as Blooma Yehudis,
"Blossom of Thankfulness" is her label,
Such crocus lotus presence is greater than Buddha's,
Barbara's loyal! Her love sturdy as a cable!
Sweet 16 flies by like an arrow,
Bezrat Hashem, we'll be together for many more,
This verse is composed in Chaim's marrow,
There's affection aplenty yet in store!
Barbara's put up with O.C.D. plus Ataxia,
How? Chaim in gratitude, quietly thunders & wonders,
Worse than raining "Cats & Dogs", worse than "Hailing Taxis",
Barbara patiently endures Chaim's blatant blunders!
I’m the pair of fists belonging to Danny Rand’s identity
Along the ranks of Marvel’s super hero-integrity…
“Iron Fist” is my label against cowardice-instability
Powered to advance justice verity
Making my owner an incredible fighter, so mighty
Being a master of K'un-Lun's martial arts with brave superiority.
Having providing my handler a living weapon of excellent utility
I won over the dragon, Shou-Lao for victorious majesty…
Plunging into the fiery substance toward firm capability
I’m harnessed to channel chi energy’s responsibility
Toward amplified force, sans breakability
Willing to fight terrors of cruelty.
Here am I, helping my possessor for heroic functionality
Immune to pain and injury along hurt’s sensitivity
Always ready to rescue for the sake of good humanity
By healing others with my glowing powerful formidability…
Yet, in reality, I admit my non-existence in the eyes of GOD Almighty*.
Who deserves thanks, praises, glory and exaltation for HIS Sovereignty.
*1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
February 8, 2023
1st place, "Marvel Superhero or Supervillain" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 2/20/2023.
I opened the box with joy in my heart.
The label said in quaint old English lettering:
"Universal Instant Translator"
I pulled back the lid and there it was—
A tiny lapel pin, like a badge, or a nameplate.
And a tiny earplug.
I fitted both without delay.
The simple instructions said:
Ask your guest: "How are you?" or some such phrase.
When they reply—even a few small words will do,
Whether they've understood you or not—
I just need their voice to begin.
Now I have all I need,
to instantly translate for both of you.
Next time you speak, whisper softly;
You'll hear me shape the words aloud
in the listeners native language—
Instantly, and with no delay—
while your lips are still forming the sounds.
likewise, when they speak,
in their own language,
you'll instantly hear what they say
flow into your ears, in your native tongue.
The longer the conversation goes,
the better my translation becomes,
for both the speaker and the listener alike—
An instant “speak-easy,” if you please!
Stand by for the next update!
A full into the brain transplant!
Coming to Heads - In Real Time Soon!
So speak away, hear away—
the talking is so easy now,
Every border has begun to fade
We all speak and everyone understands, instantly!
We hear whatever they want to say.
Language, dialects and accents
become irrelevant, as perhaps they should be—
for all of us can now join in
the universal conversation,
that brings the whole world near.
The hungry mouth of misery swallowed me.
In sorrow I walked the edge of a cerulean sea.
Along its shoreline, my wistful eyes have wept.
Tears fell on ebb tide, and away they were swept.
Once my heart held deep within, a joyous glow,
then plunged into darkness, a sad tale of woe.
I felt it beating, waiting to discover love anew,
and a world freshly painted lucent sapphire blue.
I've lain upon the beach never wanting to arise,
watching clouds swiftly flying in clear azure skies
and praised God for creating such a realm of blue,
so radiantly glorious in shades of a Heavenly hue.
If I could label a color that expresses my emotion
it would be a darkling one called, 'Lost Devotion.'
It's terribly heartbreaking when romance expires.
Doused were the passionate flames of love's fires.
When at last I've passed, my salty tears will flow
from clear azure skies to the cerulean sea below.
Moonlight will paint shadows from her indigo skies,
until tears no longer spill from my weeping eyes.
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori Contest Name:Ronnie James Dio 6/6/25
"Inspired by the energy and strong Vocals of the new member Ronnie James Dio Song "Heaven and Hell" from the album Heaven and Hell-Black Sabbath
Released 18 April 1980 Recorded October 1979
Studio Criteria Recording, Miami, Florida Studio Ferber, Paris
Genre Heavy metal Length 7:minutes Label Warner Bros.
Songwriter(s)Ronnie James Dio Tony Iommi Geezer Butler Bill Ward"
notes by the poet. - Unable to embed copy of song - Technical Difficulties.
Intoxicated by confusion.
A magic trick full of illusion.
Roll the dice.
Roll it twice.
Your a winner.
I see you are a sinner.
I can tell no one will gain.
Ride or die, feel the pain.
Beguile me with your song.
Everything goes wrong.
Tempted by the devil.
Take me to your level.
The devil cannot create.
Die or ride, Heaven will wait.
Precise moves when you dance.
Demented, there's no romance.
By the roadside you fell.
This isn't hell.
Ride or die.
Or know the reason why.
So much energy.
Babe come back to me.
The dancer creates ways to move.
Singer sings along to the groove.
Riding is my Utopia, to fall, my damnation.
The singer is my salvation.
Suffer with the dancer.
Hate spreads like a cancer.
It's Heaven and Hell, you know.
The easy way out, go with the flow.
There is a golden rule.
Pity the wild one, the dancer.
Look for the answer.
The world is full of Divas.
They want us to be believers.
Cheats and liars so dark hearted.
They wont be parted.
Pariahs of that kind.
They mess with your mind.
They gain your trust.
Then turn you to dust.
Dont be a fool.
Follow the rule.
Leila and I once stumbled
Across a slumbering badger,
Snuffled and snuggled
Before our eyes in a bustle of bristle
In surprise, he vanished.
Before we could make his acquaintance,
Find our manners and
Politely invite him for supper.
Maybe, he just had a prior engagement
For he was already
Suited in pitch black and white,
Monochromatic, dissolved into the night.
I would have set him a place at our table,
Best silver and ‘Doug’ on his label.
Earthworm filled teacups in
Floral bone china
For our industrious mustelid miner.
By moonlight, we’d eat devilled eggs,
On croutons, we’d load peanut butter,
And for pudding, nocturnal delights.
A humbug array of mints on a platter
After dinner, we’d hector and badger and chatter,
The most elusive question and countryside matter –
TB or not TB?
November 2025
Yeah…Everything red now…
Blood on the ground, blood in the clouds…
I see it every time I close my eyes…
Blood on the planet, drippin’ like rain,
I taste the iron, I feel the pain,
Blood on the glass, red windowpane,
I see reflections, but they don’t look the same.
Blood in the system, blood in the banks,
Blood on the hands of the ones we thank,
Blood in the rivers, blood in the drains,
Blood in the mind when you go insane.
Blood for the diamonds, blood for the chains,
Blood for the power, blood for the name,
Blood for a high, blood for the flame,
Blood on the deal when they call my name.
Yeah, I see blood in my dreams,
It’s drippin’ slow through the seams,
Life ain’t ever what it seems,
Everything red, everything bleeds.
Blood on my heart, it stains,
Blood in my soul, remains,
No mercy in these veins,
I’m lost inside these pains.
Blood in the fields, blood in the court,
Blood in the lies they twist for sport,
Blood in the mouth of the beast we feed,
Blood for greed, for what we need.
Blood on the cross, blood in the sky,
Blood in the prayers where angels cry,
Blood in the ink of the words I write,
It glows in the dark of the endless night.
Blood from a friend, blood from a foe,
Blood from the wounds I’ll never show,
Blood in the silence, voices low,
Blood in the wind when the world lets go.
Bloody hands, can’t wash it away,
Bloody truth, can’t change what we say,
Bloody dreams haunt me every day,
Sleep don’t heal, it just decays.
Blood in the mirror, blood in the frame,
Blood on the crowd that screams my name,
Blood on the label, blood in the fame,
Blood in my mind, can’t stay the same.
Yeah, I see blood in my dreams,
It’s drippin’ slow through the seams,
Life ain’t ever what it seems,
Everything red, everything bleeds.
Blood on my heart, it stains,
Blood in my soul, remains,
No mercy in these veins,
I’m lost inside these pains.
Blood on my halo, blood on my crown,
Blood on the earth that’s burnin’ down,
Blood on the truth that can’t be found,
Yeah… the blood don’t make a sound.
“If someone handed you a box with
everything in it- that you had ever lost,
what is the first thing you would look for?”
At once, I stirred with opened eyes!
The doorbell rang- I left my bed
for the front door- found a surprise
on what the big box label said.
“Here's everything you've ever lost-
inside this box for you to find!”
My years of searching with exhaust-
will now relax my worn-out mind.
At once, I chose which loss hurt more;
a treasure gone- no more to hold-
held dear from many years before;
a sheaf of papers, worn and old.
My father's poems- never eyed
all through the years that he was here;
found only after he had died-
and reading them brought on a tear.
For then I knew- I'd carried on
his gift for writing poetry-
and even so, with years now gone,
his talent lives and grows in me.
And now, I have them once again-
no longer searching where they went.
No matter where, the why, or when;
they're back with me, now heaven-sent!
The loss of human dignity is prevalent in today's twenty first century. Four letter words curse words are considered acceptable speak even in print media. Personally I find it not only irresponsible but degrading as well. On the reverse side of the same coin, certain people prefer it. But it does not add strength to the argument. In the United States, for example, the human middle finger. Is used to represent the F *** bomb! But the middle finger itself is not the blame! Still it is not acceptable to point using it! The index finger has always been the preferred finger for pointing out people, places and things.
The word adult is used to mean movies for mature audiences only. Those movies frequently contain material not suitable for children. For example TV-14 or PG 13 is not intended for audiences under those teen years. R means restricted for ages seventeen and above. And the X rated movies are for people eighteen years and older. It used to be 21 years of age and older.
Those movies usually contain objectionable material and/ or embarrassing material. And frequently action packed and violent movies. I find R rated movies nowadays are not only unsuitable but also weird in context. G means general audience. Whereas, PG means parental guidance for younger children. M V Means a movie contains what is considered to be moderate violence. I am not familiar with all of the labels. These are just a sample of them.
Read the label before viewing a movie! I am sorry they use the word adult to mean filthy and disgustingly objectionable movies! In my humble opinion the words adult and mature have been hijacked by the entertainment, conventional, and print media. The word adult meant people twenty one years and older. Mature meant responsible and or older adults. I am happy people eighteen are considered adults!
Let God and your conscience be your guide in your navigation as to what material you consider suitable. If you are easily embarrassed such as I am, you will the tendency to much more cautious.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 03, 2020
Seven decades their union weighed.
Both were ninety and on Medicaid.
When hubby’s eyes saw only shade,
doc gave drops for sight upgrades.
Twice a day, with no mental disarray,
wifey gave his eyes a drops cascade.
On day six, she took drops as bade
from the desk drawer where they laid.
After two drops in both eyes stayed,
hubby closed eyes, then became afraid.
Eyes squeezed shut, he began a tirade,
throwing vile, verbal grenades,
saying something about betrayed.
She begged his eyes to not delay
in seeking an open, healthy display.
“I can’t,” is all hubby would relay.
Giving the drop bottle a quick survey,
wifey was hit with dreadful dismay
and immediately bowed to pray,
“Lord, please send medics straightaway
who know how to end superglue's foul play,
forgive me for my brain that strayed,
allow hubby’s upcoming ninetieth birthday
cause recall of glued eyes to fast decay.”