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Only time will tell the outcome of this rhyme,
Whether it will succeed in the nick of time.
So better safe than sorry, as they say,
A good beginning makes a good ending, I pray.
I’ll write a little bit of this and a little bit of that,
All fingers and thumbs as I lay down my hat,
Better safe than sorry - the acid test,
I’m as busy as a bee and I’ll give it my best.
If the poems voted up I’ll be as pleased as punch,
Or back to basics because there’s no free lunch.
Between you, me and the bedpost I’m hoping for the best,
That it proves head and shoulders above the rest.
With luck it reaches the four corners of the Earth,
For I’ll give my right arm for some literacy worth.
I dream that the votes might go through the roof,
That I’m not hung out to dry as a poetic spoof.
I’m not asking the Earth and it could just be pot luck,
Whether this is a raving success or as dead as a duck.
Will this win an award? Yeah, in your dreams!
This could be the end of the line, it seems.
Writing this poem’s not all sweetness and light!
It’s a long shot trying to get this right.
Just have to keep my pants on, cross my fingers and all,
That it takes the world by storm and I’m not in free fall.
I can only hope I knock it out of the park,
That it’s not just a stab in the dark.
Last be not least let me bend your ear,
For this opportunity doesn’t knock twice I fear.
I’ll leave you with something to chew on my friend,
It isn’t rocket science, we all get there in the end.
It might be a white knuckle ride at times,
But you can leave your mark with a poetic rhyme.
Form: Alliteration
A little alliteration by a long shot speaks so loud.
Metaphors muddle my mind
And silly similes stymie the sentence.
A terrible trope takes too much of my time
g Tiberius is my tag and title
My nom de plume is a personal platitude personified
Better *****es badger me with their bared bosoms
A curious cacophony controls my cochlea
Demanding drugs and daffodils
Eventually ephemeral earth will evince my effervescence
Freakin' phantom fear will appear
Had enough, Harry?
Or do you just ejaculate jocularity?
O K - I'll specially spare you the shroud of St. Sebastien
And say Adios, amigo; ta ta to you, see ya, Zebra; good-by, sweety-pie
So long saintly Samuel, take care, Virginia Dare
And that's the way it is, my miz
Amen and au-revoire.
First sky says, Toth faced the reptiles
Just go back and read the tiles
Forever written laid before your eye
The story goes on for miles
Forward to the time of the snake
This is when the story becomes fake
See eye becomes quicker than hand
Now then thee earth really did shake
Ushering the coming of a lamb
This was the time of the Ram
The establishing of the law
A dividing between you and Sam
Now jumping to the time of the fish
The next step in answering your wish
Love each other as you love yourself
Soon they will arise in dish
Heard from the cry of the guns
Entered we have the time of the one
Whosoever can hear me and see me will
Hit the game winning home run grand slam
For those who hope clouds have a silver lining,
there is something they can bet on while dining.
They do not need to be on the casino floor.
Anywhere in the hotel, they can bet some more.
Hopes and aspirations are what this thing will spawn.
Monitors reveal the numbered balls that are drawn.
Every several minutes, new sets of numbers are revealed.
Huge jackpots in the multiple thousands it will yield.
To wager on this game, you do not need a lot.
Most patrons bet whatever little left they have got.
However, I warn you winnings are a long shot!
It is now in Atlantic City by popular demand.
You will see bettors with paper and pencil in hand.
This is a game most Las Vegas people will know.
It is the ever-popular game they call Keno.
There is always the sound of footsteps trailing behind me
And no matter how much I attempt to discover who it is
I have never seen to be successful at all
Everyone believes me insane when I speak of it to them
Telling me that it's my imagination running wild
But I know what I'm hearing
For it's neither loud nor is it quiet
It follows me everywhere I go
Even in my home where it echoes throughout the empty house
It will always fall short of my bedroom door when I slumber
It keeps me restless all night long
And leave me wondering in my head
If it ever enters the room
So I can finally learn the mystery behind the footsteps
But I'm disappointed every single night as the sun arises
It will follow me no matter the weather
The worst of them all is the snow
As the snow makes it seem louder than ever
Frightening me even more
I'm always on edge because of it
And it has put a damper on my relationship with everyone
But that wouldn't stop me not by a long shot
I will prove to everyone that it exists
And then they will stop believing that I'm insane
Right?
In life disagreements have always been around,
so why the frown?
We all like what we like and that’s the bottom line.
I won’t see life as you do because I am me and
you are you.
However, what kind of filter do you use before
you look?
The filter that you use is a determining factor in
what you see.
I’m not perfect by a long shot, but I try to let
optimism be my guide.
In a world of negativity it’s so easy to let op-
timism fall by the wayside.
The old saying is true “ treat others like you want
to be treated.“
If someone said they like(or have a nonchalant
demeanor )being mistreated or disrespected,
I don’t believe you.
Because at the core, we all are human beings
and we have feelings.
If you don’t care now, you used to care, being
hurt over and over can cause pain; pain overload
turns into numbness.
The moment you allow yourself to feel again you
will understand.
Numbness can “walk around with a I don’t care”
attitude.
Once your numbness leaves, you will start to feel
again.
I know from personal experience, I wore my
numbness(as a shield of defense) for years
and nothing affected me.
Later on ,once I dealt with my pain and put
aside my shield of defense I started to heal.
The world in itself is cruel, and fueled by so
much hate.
But change starts with you and I, let’s agree
to disagree and walk in to love’s wing.
Alexis Y.
10/27/2020
Faith In Self
Strong faith in self, a priceless attribute
for great success in finding jobs that pay;
yet, some 'untruths' can fortify the route
to opportunities that come one's way.
So long ago, my father had to choose
to tell a falsehood 'bout his expertise
and took a long-shot gamble, win or lose,
this job for him was possible to seize.
At seventeen, he worked the farm. Inspired,
he sought a side job building a bridge span.
Said yes to know-how driving trucks, was hired;
self-taught himself, and aptitude began.
Just like a pro, he mastered his new task,
and won the gamble saying 'yes' when asked.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: There Is A Brighter Side
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 01/28/2018
True story; 1930, my dad was 17.
It is the end of the week, and another payday.
The man ignores responsibilities and the bills he must pay.
A trip to the casino is what this gambler will choose.
More than likely, again he will lose.
He prefers to stay inside where it is not sunny.
Riding on long-shot bets will be his money.
The probability is this bettor will be down on his luck.
He will blow his bankroll and not give a ****.
The man decides to leave early in the morning.
He disregards each family member’s warning.
Once more, he displays his temper without any class.
After hitting the wall, he says; “Shove it up your ***!”
There is one certain thing while he is alive.
This loser will go and gamble despite the long drive.
After dropping all of his own hard-earned money,
he will go and steal from his family.
Ones who care for him he treats like small change.
He believes his behavior is something not strange.
On another casino trip, the money is blown away.
He says, “Don’t worry; I’ll get it back some day.”
I stood at the rail, watching a filly called Midnight Black
and breathed in the pungent scent of liniment and leather.
Love for Thoroughbred racing lures me back to the track,
even when the course is sloppy from stormy weather.
Earlier, I observed her in the paddock, saddled as she walked.
She sensed it was race day, as around the ring she pranced.
A likely winner, but the tote board had the odds deadlocked
between her and a mare whose age was a bit advanced.
I compared them both carefully, clearly the best looking of all.
Trainers gave the jockeys the plan of strategy they should use
and then the call of, "Rider's up." Midnight Black left her stall.
With a few bucks on her to win, I hoped she wouldn't lose.
Anxiety was building as they warmed up before the race,
before each frisky runner was loaded into the starting gate.
A long shot darted out in front and set a breakneck pace,
but the black stumbled. In the jockey's hand was her fate.
Half a mile found her encroaching on the three leaders.
She had to circle the field which would slow her down,
but I knew she'd been bred by reputable horse breeders.
Her sire was a champion who'd worn the Derby crown.
At the top of the stretch, she'd gained more than a length,
Her jockey crouched low, a signal to her it was time to go.
As she passed by me, I admired her muscular strength.
She was poetry in motion. My anticipation began to grow.
One furlong to travel before they would cross the finish line.
Midnight Black pricked her ears and started running flat out.
She beat her competition by three lengths. What an equine!
Cashed my ticket and treated my buddies to a glass of stout.
January 4, 2023
Poetry In Motion Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
You fueled the anger in my heart.
I never thought I could ever feel this way.
One fleeting moment in history,
That is all it took.
One ripple in the massive ocean created a tsunami.
One glimpse in time,
That is what you did.
Without a single thought.
In one moment, I had everything and the next,
You took away my whole world.
You turned it upside down and,
Everything I worked for is gone.
Yes, my money, car, house, and possessions
are all gone because you are a,
Coward, narcissistic, and a manipulator.
My heart has turned to stone.
It is in the Black darkness of my soul.
I never thought any one person could,
Be so evil, so cruel, merely a messager
For the devil on earth.
This is a warning to all.
Be careful of those you trust.
They will be the first to take,
That knife and thrust it,
Straight into your heart.
I am lost.
I am so crushed.
Just from one glimpse in time,
In a fraction of a second, it fell apart.
The one decision you made destroyed my life.
What kind of person does that??
Did you even think about it?
This is not the end of me, not by a long shot.
So I get up, brush myself off,
Pull up my bootstraps and start over.
But I have a fire burning and,
When I walk into that courtroom,
I will no longer be a victim but,
I will be your executioner.
I will not rest until I hear,
That cell door slams shut,
Then and only then will I rest.
“Let’s do it. Let’s settle this mano a mano.”
“Well, you asked for it and you’ll get it,
What do you want to know, woman?”
“Man, O man, always the cocky ones, aren’t we?
I say, women are better than men.”
“Not even by a long shot. Men are better!”
“Oh, really!”
“Of course, you can’t even crack a walnut without men.
And God made man first,
Woman was an after-thought… there I said it!”
“Say, what! Says who?
“Says God, dummy!”
“Uhhh … what?’
“Yeah, you heard me.”
“No, no, no …
It’s nothing but myth and folktale,
without women, you men don’t stand a chance;
Without us, you have no identity
You don’t even come to exist
if we keep our doors shut…
you know what I mean, don’t ya!”
~11/20/22
~Contest: Dialogue Proficiency Poem
~Sponsor: Matt Caliri