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I’ve seen a lot happen, that I couldn’t stop
From a young age, I learned Good vs. Evil
Corruption is not new to me
Pain and suffering is not new to me
Cover-ups are not new to me
Carrying truth, has always been what is to be
I’ve seen lies and I’ve seen denial
I’ve seen scapegoating or blame take a smile
I’ve seen wounds that last a lifetime
And wrongful loss taking some, by crime
My perspective now, I suppose is based on this
Now, before me all the facts replay again
I cannot stop the record or make the blind see
I cannot rid the fear that rules so many
I cannot fix the damage that is done
But, still I have to see
Heidi Sands
11/21/21
She likes her feline side; it cozies up to warm books.
But pirate woman is not far behind, slashing and swashbuckling.
Her mood does not last a week, a day, or an hour.
She is mercurial, flexible, a chameleon.
Living striped, polka dotted and in paisley.
Reveling in silk, linen, and persnickety idealism.
Her yin and yang complement each other
Appearing with their own whims and whistles.
She is woman, she is girl, she is crone, she is empathy, she is hope.
She is a nurturer and a killer. She can destroy and rebuild.
Books cannot capture her emotional power, for the words are not invented yet.
For each she is extraordinarily herself, living as a bear, a bird or a bug.
There was a Ringer in the Basalt, Tiger Davis was his name
As an acrobatic stockman, he was gifted with some fame
On the station quite a hero, but a maniac in town
He didn't win too many, but a fighter of renown
In the Pub he'd get a skinful, then look around the bar
While anyone would do him, preferred bigger ones by far
Come up with some great wisdom, like, what yer looking at
If you said, aint got no label on, then he'd take off his hat
I remember seeing him one day, Picnic Races at Oak Park
Wouldn't say that he was full, but sure did have a spark
He was drinking in the canvas booth, when a sideshow bloke came in
Tiger looked straight at him, with a crooked wicked grin
What yer looking at, the standard greeting that he gave
At this point you could fight or run, very few did cave
They got to scrapping on the floor, neither could stand well
Fights like a Ringer, Showman said, can someone ring the bell
The Barman brought a water jug, to douse and cool them down
What he forgot and made it fun, was the lip around the crown
The water flew up to the lip, flew backwards from the rim
The scrappers they died laughing , the soaked Barman looking grim
They stopped the fight, went to the bar, imbibed some more cold beer
They were the best of friends by now, that was very clear
That's how it was in days gone by, a grudge was surely quelled
When the blue was over, animosity expelled
'Ringer', is the Australian name for a Cowboy in Queensland. True story I was there, I also was a Ringer, in my younger days. 'Picnic Races' are a gathering on a Station or Outback town. 'Oak Park' was the name of a cattle property, in the isolated north of Australia. The races would be held over one day, but the celebrations and gathering would last a week or more. The 'Booth' was a canvas tent, used as the bar.
Owa Clement Adesuyi Haastrup Ajimoko III by Adejola Joseph
Sagacious king
Prudent king
You are an embodiment of knowledge
Encyclopedia of principles
One in a trillion
A king with an uncommon grace
I jealous your star my king
A king like no other
Ade a pe lori yin sir
Bata a pe lese yin
Irukere a di okinni my king
You stepped in with grace and glory
May your reign bring peace stability and progress
May you last a lifetime
And may your kingdom emancipate all and sundry
May birds chirp like birds
May rats squeak like rats
And may humans sound like humans under your reign my king
Amen and amen.
Written: July 30, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest
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My blood is infused with poetry
I hope to share with you my inner views
We should all praise our poetry
Without resentment or jealousy
We've been doing this ever since
Check out how many friends we miss
That's what brought us together.
We must respect and trust each other
We all experience bumps and suffering
and boost one another's spirit
Everyone here is extremely lovely
Our hearts reach out to wide horizons
to exchange thoughts or emails
We have become and will remain a family
The best friendships never stop.
It will only last a lifetime.
Still, I found myself missing you here
A gnomish jigsaw piece vanishes without reason
I was absent from both prose and stanzas
Then it hit—maybe you were away
Trophy-winning freedom for others
I'm glad to view you squiggling around
in cyberspace again
An audience is taking in our lyrical poetry.
You can spend nine years in Chicago and not see everything.
I know this because I spent nine years in Chicago, I doubt if I saw half of it.
Do not miss the Navy Pier, the Magnificent Mile, the Baja Temple in Wilmette.
If you go to Illinois, head straight to Chicago. That is my advice.
The Field of Natural History is my favorite museum in the world.
Not that I have been to all of them, but I have been to quite a few.
Try to spend a week or two inside the Field; you will not be sorry.
I was thrilled every single time I arrived, and I never wanted to leave.
The Lincoln Park Zoo is a gorgeous park and a zoo.
Do not miss it. The Shedd Aquarium is lovely also.
If you are sports minded, head toward Wrigley Field,
Home of the Chicago Cubs; be sure and wear red, white and blue.
Chicagoans will help you by giving you directions.
They will be curt but accurate. Not embracing you, but kind.
Every one of them knows where the Magnificent Mile is.
That is where the shopping rivals Rodeo Drive shopping.
There is so much to see, and there are so many restaurants!
If the food is not fabulous, the restaurant will not last a month.
If you want insulted, go to Ed Debevic’s; they are known for that.
Lou Malnat’s Pizza cannot be experienced anywhere else.
Go Cubs!
re post inspired by theme of Laura contest
Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;
Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;
A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might last a lifetime
indelibly imprints,love;
Only time,can reveal
imperfections of conceit,
when ego retreats and
aborts the frail foetus in
pools of recrimination.
BRIAN STRAND
Note
syllbic free verse style ,after Elizabeth Daryush
THE COMEDIANS’ TRAGEDY
My role is that of the Court Jester
also known as the Tudor Harlequin Clown,
I am much more than just a set of jokes
in front of audience members.
I wish to be a Shakespearean actor
but that is a fact nobody remembers.
To perform in tragedies,
to make the spectators not laugh but frown.
Anything from playing Romeo to Macbeth
while wearing his bloody crown!
The theatre life I want! Not the court life which is
as cold as the air in December.
I have tried time and time again but not prevailed.
I need to succeed by this new September.
I auditioned for many characters,
even Lady Macbeth while wearing her bloody gown!
At last, a new audition has come
up for a new Shakespeare play!
If I fail, what shall
I do hereafter?
After acting my heart out for the audition,
my mouth turned to the taste of morello.
To hear what I had been cast as that day;
am I bound to a life of laughter?
I find myself playing the
Clown from the tragedy of Othello…
Staring at an expiration date I start to wonder
If I do ingest this, will it be a major blunder?
Many times I’ve taken pills way past the date they say
And, although they’re not as strong, they seem to work okay.
Condiments that stay too long most often taste just fine.
Snack foods only lose their crunch when they have crossed the line.
I have eaten candy that’s been on a shelf for years;
Though I’m quite neurotic, this does not give rise to fears.
Dairy products need no dates – one sniff and then you know.
I toss fruits and veggies when the mold begins to grow.
Still, there are some iffy things and then I must decide;
My gut and common sense combine and make a nifty guide.
Sometimes all this makes me think that life might be a breeze
If we were born with expiration dates, like milk or cheese.
Many folks would fill their finite lives and be much stronger;
I’d ignore my date and think I’d last a whole lot longer!
I often wonder where you go
wise sentinel, who somehow knows
that days grow long, time sways and bends.
You stay awhile, become our friend
Then off you fly, when summer ends
What becomes of one we've grown to know
who holds the night, on wings composed
You perch, clung to a red-tiled scope
upon the ridge, the barn roof's slope
in the shadow of the evening's grace
a silhouette on moonlight's face
You are keeper of the nightly dark
a ticking clock, when midnight sparks
with one eye closed to mock our sleep,
the other eye revolves to keep
a world in check 'till morning creeps
When first the chill of autumn's call,
I look for you as twilight falls
But, halls of dark are lonely now
Without you there, wind can't compare
Oh, where, oh, where, my friend are you?
For now, I see, the roof is bare
Wind echoed, last, a midnight tune
it called for you, but you weren't there
in silhouette against the moon
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