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Shallow edged with twigs, and sodden leaves
The odors of the earth, green moss and peat
The roots of quiet trees and rotting logs
The crumbling bank where cattails wash their feet
Where tiny minnows dart with lightning speed
Among the roots where wild ducks come to feed
The very core and essence of the earth
Born of melted snow, and sleet and rain
Of birds who roost amid the tree tops high
And breathe the wholesome fragrance of the sky
Trees that sway and swoon along the bank
Shedding leaves of amber, rust and gold
Like ashes left from burning autumn dreams
To listen, standing guard on either flank
O'er twig and stone, with watchful eyes so keen
While shading coves where angler poles have been
Across it's face, a restless ripple seen
Where tangled grass and weeping willows lean
Upon the shores where struggles soon will cease
This place to spend in nature's splendid peace
Ordained kaleidoscopic turn of the time wheel,
the vacillating vista of life’s lattice designed
on mindscape mimicking chameleon skin colors
of the wasteland ash or the meadow emerald.
Convergent vision zooming on diffused dreams,
glances at the tapestry of transient ecstasy
on the wings of the flittering butterflies,
brings to focus of fulfillment before they fly away.
On the journey across desolate desert dunes,
or along the glittering garden path in spring,
my mind’s shutter opens in lightning speed,
capturing in collage the snapshots of beauty.
May 16, 2020
Contest : Shutter Speed
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
May 18, 2020
Contest : Double Exposure
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Americans are presenting, praying, reading, studying, and getting smarter.
Americans are moving like lightning speed, their minds and knowledge grow every day.
Like the sun shining bright, the Americans move like the light.
Americans are shining with the information, making a bright light for all to see.
Letting others learn of some of the ways that are not okay.
Americans are growing, looking back and analyzing, making notes and sharing views.
Americans are learning of how to make us have the best life we can.
Americans love, learn, forgive, clean, and make many changes to make us all feel okay.
Americans will forge forward, and make the changes we all can live with.
Americans pray for the brightest days, when the green and apples grow and look okay.
Americans pray for no taxes, for food to be almost free and growing for all to use and get full.
Americans pray for safety, for a place to walk and run and not be afraid.
Americans pray for God to clear way, to take all the haters and negative from our life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Teenagers confuse me
They rarely make eye contact,
let alone communicate verbally
and if they do utter a sound
it’s a grunt or ‘meh’ or ‘whateverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr’
More often than not they speak through their hands
which move like lightning speed over their mobile phones
At recess they send messages to each other
usually to a student sitting next to them!
They are glued to these devices and take them everywhere
and I mean everywhere...
Seriously it doesn’t normally take ME half an hour to go to the loo!
I confounds me that many teenagers can’t tell the time on a watch or clock
In fact, they rarely wear watches these days unless it’s a smart watch
I guess it’s just the way the world is going in this technological age
but I’m grateful we didn’t have these devices when I was growing up...
Nowadays teenagers are amazed that we made our own entertainment
played outdoors in the fresh air and spoke to our friends using our mouths!
Quirky Things That Confound and Confuse Me Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
NB From September 2018 one of our High Schools is introducing a ban on mobile phones for years 7, 8 and 9, it will be interesting to see if verbal communication improves!
7/9/18
COLLABORATION CONTEST
The Petal-Sprinkled Path
The petal-sprinkled path
We walked together
The lip-sharing math
In the cherry weather
We walked together
Time flew with lightning speed
In the cherry weather
Witnessed by the moss and weed
Time flew in lightning speed
We knitted the tales of lips
Witnessed by the moss and weed
Through an ocean moved the ships
We knitted the tales of lips
Amidst of ancient woodland hidden there
Through an ocean moved the ships
In a quiescence of lulls spell, time wears
Amidst of ancient woodland hidden there,
Outcropping of pleasure, around, and through
In a quiescence of lulls spell, time wears
Audience veil, ardent scents, and blush dew
Outcropping of pleasure around and through
Bring forth a curtain of rare verdant trees
Audience veil, ardent scent, and blush dew
Peering out heavens trickle summer seas
Bring forth a curtain of rare verdant trees
The lip-sharing math
Peering out heavens trickle summer seas
The petal-sprinkled path
7/7/2017
Poetry Contest: COLLABORATION CONTEST
Sponsored by: JAN ALLISON
At last, Summertime is finally here.
It's time to put away our winter gear;
Show some skin and have a little fun
While soaking up the warm summer sun.
But unbeknownst to you and me
Is a treacherous insect far worse than a bee.
The mosquito lurks beneath the shadows,
Waiting to eat people's legs, arms, and toes.
Yes, this critter has dreamt on the very day
That our sexy bodies will be his buffet.
"This year", he declared without being snooty,
"My targets are the ankles, knees, arms, and booty.
But I cannot do this task alone."
So he calls the Mosquito Squad on the phone.
The plans were made as the day turns to night.
A fellow mosquito yells, "Out goes the light!"
Then the leader says, "Now we strike!
Attack that juicy butt with all your might!"
As they fly with lightning speed,
There was one thing that they didn't heed.
It wasn't noxious gas or the Swatter of Doom,
But all the mosquitoes heard was a loud "KABOOM!'
They hit the ground hard with the other dead flies;
For the Invisible Bug Zapper was their demise.
Can somebody please give this uber **** fuller a lyft?
alternately titled: jump starter for clunky, junky,
quirky, xyz mechanic wanted in tow tow -
chassis what I mean?)
As the proud graduated
honorably rolled 2009 Hyundai
Sonata vehicular property
belonging to a mister
and missus Matthew Harris
(fifty shades of gray
if that makes any difference),
I experience nervous
rack and pinion quaking
shimmying, whining, and zipping
also twittering, shuttering,
linkedin kickstarting powertrain
even before chugging,
huffing, puffing, spewing...
like magic dragon along boulevard
of broken automotive debris
regarding upcoming
emission/inspection
due before stroke of midnight
August 31st, 2019
last year this time...
aye yie yie...
oil my pan, a major overhaul
comprising driver side suspension
engendered shock,
I...could not absorb
even now, yours truly strut er ers...,
and doth recoil scary undertaking
smattering of months thereafter,
(I wheely cannot engine ear
recalling exact amount of time)
what in the name of... car nation...
then... driver side rear brake assembly
required replacement
giving said owners run off
Golden Gate Bridge for their
newfound moneyless rendered situation
(ex post facto new battery got installed)
sorry to zap at greased lightning speed
and (mane lee) take lion's share
of social security electronic deposit,
(what with fuel tank filler ups,
and insurance - no matter
Nationwide always on my side)
understandable decent folks
would prefer to steer me
off cliff side, but
my dear friend SEPTA
doth not cam into hinterland
namely Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
thus imposing prohibitive dollars
tooling them around
mainly medical appointments,
cuz at ten plus years old,
and odometer clicking away...
mechanical malfunction,
could diesel lee, axle dent tully
risk life and limb,
thus park my exhausted words
this fellow gas guzzling,
motoring, rotating tire
screeching hot rods...
ole clunker auto know,
but hates tappet cob Bosch,
and get cha piston off...,
but tread carefully,
and curry big stick shift.
Alex is not an ordinary woman
troubled with depression and autism
struggling with transgender identity
she lives in her own world
a bubble of disorientation and discomfort
unable to reach out to others
when pain gets unbearable
and as days and insomniac nights pass by
she hovers on the brink of suicide and self-harm
not able to express the emotions that torment her
the inner world resembles a mine field
shrapnel and debris galore
short fuses ready to light
a smouldering battle ground
guns and grenades blazing
as she fights her own battle
against her persona and mistaken belief
of being unworthy guilty and at fault
when in reality she is own of the most beautiful people
you will ever be blessed to meet
phone calls unanswered
messages unread
a vacuum of no responses
echo of darkness
at lightning speed of despair
it does not help her
that I can feel her pain
reason her plight
absorb some of her confusion
could carry some of her baggage
take the weight of her shoulder
my own issues are
mostly luxury problems
some dealt by life with uncertain blows
others of my very own making
my swedges and brawls are light weighted affairs
moderate melancholia offers a strange comfort zone
on their own and I should not have to
complain about lack of purpose
when all my material needs are easily met
and a slump here or their seems near insignificant
and yet I wish sometimes
that just for a few moments
I could simply reflect
and thereafter feel nothing at all
08th February 2023
A centipede found its way into our home
My hairs stood on end for hours on end!
And while we tried learning about it on Google search,
in a dark and damp crevice it made its perch
All the cyber net did was to amplify my fears
It also yielded that our azure electric-blue vermin
was quite hot on the market
Making me wonder how people could fancy
such a nightmarish pet!
For this wasn't just any pest
This had hazardous venom
I fearfully wondered if they had
its antidote serum.
We couldn't just ignore
a pair of painful pincers on the loose
There wasn't way to rope those
like bull horns in a noose.
Here was a venomous predator
complete with stinging apparatus
Its bite portended pain
and complications humongous!
It did appear to have those rumoured hundred segments
but count scaredy me out from counting those myriad ligaments.
This insectivore when we tried then to shoo,
with lightning speed it zig-zagged out of view!
So now it lurks but we can't find it anywhere
and gosh its stingers triple their size in my nightmare!
besides leaving us with a proliferation scare.!
And but timid me thanked God once again
to my great relief how thoughtful of Him indeed
to create venomous creatures that inflict stinging pain
but atleast are unable to zoom in flying at us at flying speed! .
(a flyin scorpion, centipede wud have been far more terrifyin n dangerous eh) .
She storms into the room
there is fire in her eyes
and thunder in her step
rage rumbling reckless
She's livid
a live wire of fire
charged
She's on the move
To punish
Is it a rumor or reality?
He has explaining to do...
She rushes at him
Pounding on his chest
words pent up all day
rush out in deluge
drenching him
he tries to pin her hands down
to make her understand
to undo this "misunderstand"
but she pushes him
her pride scorching him
her eyes sparking
passion raging
~~~R*A*G*I*N*G~~~
He pushes her against the wall
pins her hands above her head
"Listen to me!
You got it all wrong!!!"
she pushes against him
breasts heaving
legs kicking
and he's inflamed
her passion burns him
combusts in his mind
and he crushes her with his body
she bites his lips
as they close over hers
he loses his grip
her fingernails dig into his bare chest
trails of red
Growling in pain
He forces her....
kicking and screaming...
down to the floor
Pins her again
"Listen! WOMAN!"
She looks up into his face
breathless
and he goes for her mouth again
Taking her lips into his mouth
sucking fiercely
his tongue tames
fierce...his need to possess
to claim
She fights to free her hands
and they are on his neck
Pulling him in...in
Her lips respond in like
his hand finds her hair
leverage...a grasp
he pulls to expose her neck
And he attacks
kisses...bites...His revenge
His innocence turned to intensity's indignation
she sighs...she moans...
the sounds goading him on
As he loses himself in her cleavage
licking up her perfume
His favorite scent...
sensuous sexy sweet
the storm is fever pitch
in a flash of lightning speed
He lies her bare
and thunders in the thighs
she opens for him...wide
eyes closed
she bites her lower lip
to muffle her cries
as he rides....rides
His victory ride of righteous pride
and she's left
breathless...spent
in a storm of tears
released...repentant
of her insane jealousy
the storm passes over
and in the stillness
he speaks...
his voice shattered...weak
in her presence now calm
meek
"Your anger is beautiful
your rage my relish...
but now...come,"
His voice a whisper
as he pulls her in to him
"Come into my arms
and know the truth....
You're my one and only
My Passion STORM
Is YOU....YOU
Serenity...is overrated."