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Written: June 22, 2024
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Lovely, two-week luster.
lasting sylvan smell,
lavender, blue, crimson, lilac, pastel
light lifts people's mettle
leading light is a liking illustration.
loamy land leaning of landowners.
Lubed language is silky and crucial.
land lightly in people's whimsy
locution of literalism logicality
lasts for a lengthy time, if not longer.
Lapis lazuli lanes link labor.
limitless loop layout lends a look of light.
lost from landscape left walls in flux.
looking for love losing out
learning to love may launch
letting love lurch may be a loom.
lift by living a loving life.
lasting love is pulled to lead
Living every day, listening to the wild.
learning life lessons by laughing
lifting lethargy, limiting lemons
loving our Lord, love one another.
love talk leaks recall, lie seal.
loving recalls rekindle love's loyalty.
lips locked, long-lasting.
long, salty lacking friends.
love, latch loss, live for those who care.
looking for a soulmate alone looks cruel.
limping life’s path, listening to voices.
lambaste the bamboozled mind.
laugh, scream your feelings loud
Lustrous eyes reveal loneliness.
lost will, loyalty remains.
lockets and lullabies depict it.
lyrics praise long, dull winters alone.
lacking friendship, grieve less.
Licensed to fix wrongs, omit loopholes of lies.
lure rivals to confess, and learn their lies.
To the U S government
and all your worthless bureaucratic agencies,
but also more importantly
to all you global bankers especially.
Check out my FaceBook page occasionally,
because I have a lot to say about all of you Publicly,
on Facebook for all willing to learn and read.
You Now Have An Enemy Who Will Bring You All Down To Your Knees
Non Violent, Disobedient Civilly and Peacefully,
by enlightening the willing to listen about your devious deeds.
I will name names, I will layout to everyone your maniacal plan,
to dictate the entire world and not just my once very great land.
I will expose all of you to the world in a way they will all fully understand,
My Facebook page is going to be,
One Of The Few Reliable News Sources Available To Everybody.
You messed with the wrong dissident son of a witch,
when you placed me on your terrorist watch list,
but thanks for that kick in my but that now has motivated me,
to never stop fighting, never to stop informing EVERYBODY
the Real Threat you and yours pose to A FREE SOCIETY,
and exactly how little by little you are enslaving My Country.
I'm going to expose all the crimes against humanity all of you did.
I'll expose your Treason, all the worldwide conspired horrors you still commit.
I'll turn over every rock, every single skeleton in your god forsaken closets.
You are my Goliath and I am your David.
You got TheKidster angry, and that was very stupid.
I am Not ANONYMOUS
ANONYMOUS signs off with Expect Us.
I am just a man you have made extremely angry.
I sign off with,
EXPECT ME
BILLY TheKidster on Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/billy.thekidster
Some day, someone will change all this.
The yard, no longer mine,
having neither the work nor the fruits of my labor,
will go unappreciated and require change.
The pond, once filling mewith joy and quiet peace and solitude
will become undesirable.
The fruit trees, the garden no longer holding or displaying beauty,
will be distatseful, old and withered before its time.
Some day, someone
will erase my memory, once held dear
and emotionally held here.
Perhaps, that is a good thing
for nothing and no one can last forever,
and all things pass into an action of change.
One day it will be forgotten that I was even here.
These songbirds, nesting and retrieving their homes
for the next batch of fledglings will be gone as well.
left to spread their song in someone elses's garden.
The fish will become sustenance for the heron
and the pond life will die away.
The garden, untended will no longer bloom
to be replaced by weeds or simply grass.
My once filled, contemplative mornings
will forget my work and sweat.
The house,the land, the landscape
will fall to a whim for change.
Some one else, a new owner or renter,
will seek a different layout and design of less work
and all my wonder will disappear.
Someday, someone else
will see a new picture different from my own.
The litany of flowers and each of their names
will fade away like their blossoms and be ground down
by lawnmowers and weedwackers.
There is no permanence to life in this world,
only in the next.
So now, for and in this moment, this particular point in time,
this now that envelopes and embraces me
and gives life to the wonders and pleasures of my yard,
thank you God.
Opening
her dome like a
fresco
Pixels of
night gleam from
atop
As stars
wink, Neuth twirls
the nova
Lining her
cape with studs of
opal.
Entranced,
buds glide on a
lattice
Soaking in
the mist of
twilight’s
hems.
Calmly, the
moon dims the
magic
Embers like
beams of Sky Lady
invite
Nestling air
for child’s bed
story’s yawn
To drift upon
eyes; good
times,good
night!
* for some reason,
the page only allows
a narrow space which
disarranges the
lines
from their proper
layout...
* Neuth--Egyptian
Goddess of the Sky
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Judy Konos' How's
Your Acrostic
*Mirror
Acrostic:First and
last letter
of each line are the
same
8/26/2014 by nette
onclaud
We have never met across the oceans blue
I know that I am the one you write about
Your romantic words are sheer perfection
I drink in every syllable
My heart s k p s a beat
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How can I tell you
I’m
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In love with you
I can no longer control my emotions;
If you could look at my heart you would see it is
B
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Just word from you and I will be by your side….
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE HAPPILY MARRIED AND THEY ARE WRITTEN ABOUT YOUR WIFE!
I simply don’t understand …
Jan Allison
10~24~15
For the contest Creative Layouts
Sponsor Broken Wings
Written: July 24, 2025, for contest sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
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*Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,* *the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!*
Through velvet dusk, his silence cascades, as nectar from a flame, eclipses serenade!
Where shadows intertwine with twilight grin, and the golden hour dons a seraph's skin!
With an elfin purpose, he weaves the stars together in a rhythmic pulse!
Weaving a quilt with celestial stigmata, every sigh morphs into a veiled sonata!
And every wave carries a soaring voodoo, and features stories steeped in occult vampires and hoodoo!
Embers of thirst twist and twirl, sculpting the stillness into a dulcet layout of pearl!
Under the moon's persuasive weight, sanity dances into the embrace of rose-bound kismet fit!
A grin, a glance—a world reborn, eclipsed by dreams we dare not outrun!
Each heartbeat held beneath amber blue, a whisper elegantly woven in déjà vu!
And as the winds of will fall slow, and reason slips into a lover's shoe !—
*When Cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do !*
How many years did I plant
dig and dig up again and silently rant
where a flower placed here, should be moved from here to there
at first, not well planning where
this one or that one should go,
then look back, finally, lining up the perfect garden flow.
The pathway twists and winds
behind the trees, along the well-edged vines
where honeysuckle rises, clings, and climbs, after twenty care taken time
the flowers bloom gracefully well and fine, sublime
just outside the opened door,
each one more beautiful than the one before.
Spring greeted painted croci, hyacinths, mounded daffodils in flight
yellows, purples, peaches, orange, and ivory clustered delights
where clumped marsh daisies spread and evoked
wild mustard glow with lavender henbit, wild violets unprovoked
from weeded plants successfully uncloaked
the garden of my dream scheme
each one's beauty uniquely reveals a theme.
In the more gentile light, the sun provided
the preplanned layout was actually well united
where bearded irises staged with tall and short dispersed colors
lapping at the breezes, peach jam ruffled blushings unlike any other
rusted blends, bright yellows, blues, purple raven blends flutter
each majestic while beneath the warm sun they blend
having found their spot embracing light around the bend.
Now nearing the end of a warm enticing month of May
peonies bulge, buds, blossom pink bouquets, huge cherry red displays
where perfumes waft and call out to the butterflies and bees
every flower causing an allergic someone passing by to sneeze
but who can resist the magical mystery of flowerings released
waving, dancing, frolicking beneath the sun
how far the garden growth has finally come.
Nearing the start of June
the roses rise to greet the fullest red blood moon,
hybrid white teas in touch with crimson floribunda collections
pale pink blush tranquil dazzlers, iceberg lavender-blue deflections
everyone a petal cultivated to perfection
each and everyone finding its place in the sun -
I could never choose just one.
January 22, 2024
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Divergent viewpoints can arise
Whilst triumphant variously savor
Glorious tune of achievement,
Gain glory as godly guile
Whilst booming into spring blooms
In fervor of zeal, vow faithfully
God bestows on them a swish tree
With a bountiful harvest
Its span is boundless
Akin to an everlasting ring,
However, clocks tick down
Daily weavings of divine honor.
Amidst lustrous obelisk
Unbeknown overall aesthetic
Sprawled across stars haze
My cosmic frame oozes to apex
I harness the strand in crimson
Widening warp and woof
Over that magnificent loom
Queries seldom yield effectiveness,
Sadness for their plight emerged
In bows and flowery swags
We ought to remember
Fetching a fresh format forward
Divine devotion developed.
We could detect tangles and flaws
Fairness shares justice and equity
The quest implies grace and faith,
A gorgeous layout with a top-ounce
We are haughtily proud,
Divine is eternally supreme
His work never stops, and
His weaving is always wise,
But we must remember that
We are an essential portion of it.
Let us embrace each day
As a raw opportunity to weave
A Halcyon design
With dedication and patience
We can grow the warp and woof
Over that majestic loom
Until we blossom, akin to flowers.
Listening to a poem recited
in your head as you read it
can become a monotonal drone,
lacking verve, color, context and texture.
So much better to hear it read aloud to you
especially by the author themselves
who can add the inflections, emphasis
and timing, so underdone by punctuation and layout.
Poetry has five voices:
First is the voice of the poet
talking to himself – or to nobody.
Second is the voice of the sound of the words
diphthoning, rhyming, clanging and reverberating
in the poet's head, as a muse hopelessly in love with words.
Third is the voice of the reader
voicing the poem in their head as they read it.
With the words triggering gongs, chimes and memories
perhaps beyond the words themselves and reactions
as the poet intended.
Fourth is the voice of the poet
reciting the poem to an audience,
with all the intended timing,
emphasis, context, meaning and cadence.
Fifth is the voice of a professional reciter
who brings true melody, rhyme, emotions and resonance
to the poem beyond the limitations
of the poets' voice and expression.
The first poems were voiced recitals, passed on as songs, haiku, chants and legends.
Only, later, much later, were poems written down and published.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Quietude
I fail to coerce the pleasures
of the angular hushed cast that
repose near secret abundance,
an army of cloudy measures.
They dance serenely against less
modest logging near its silence
defense, encountering seizure
as my statuesque poise digress.
Overwhelmed, stood diminutive
in a soundless spread of leisure
as a mime wall layout treasures
of a speechless contributive.
The shadowed wall rises and sinks,
as one tongue-tied formed forty winks,
the whole functionality blinks,
an inaudible show methinks.
Tis unbearable to witness,
pray tell my savior cometh to
provoke a feather to fall and
perplexes an analysis.
I reveal my lamentation
of it intuitively stunned,
the fluffiness whisked e'er so soft
facing the wood-grained foundation.
Creating such a disturbance
of natural elements oft
space and time, that its sheer purpose
o'er the grain gave an appearance.
Twas newsworthy, the faintest hint,
proffered my initial imprint,
that the perceptiveness blueprint,
was a micro-captive reprint.
2020 February 17
Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
3. A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rhyme Scheme;
abca, dced, feaf, hhhh, abca, dced, feaf, hhhh.
Howmanysyllables;
32 lines x 8 syllables per = 256 syllables total