Long Mace Poems
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Once upon a time in an alluring place
Flourishing realm sweet with seasons showers pace
The earth food for life the lush greenness embrace
Array of flowering plants that twirl and lace
Birds twittered on leafy branches full of grace
Rare butterflies with wide, vibrant wings took chase
Bobbing on the breezeless air they dare through space
Charmed fairies if you gaze close into their face
They sniffed the air scared to be spotted they’ll race
Satyrs played pan flutes others danced everyplace
While others sang a phrase carrying a mace
“Steady my heart; scented blooms cannot unlace
The beauty of your face I cannot erase”
Dare venture down a well-trod maze; rocks retrace
Your way back dazed so be prepared just in case
2/13/2017
Poetry Contest: Monorhyme
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Who can remember the first time we felt the beat of our heart?
Was it when we first kissed or had it broken?
Possibly, it was when we were first told about the metaphorical love of the heart!
Maybe it was when we used it as appreciation for one’s token!
Whether it beats in the light or the rain!
The warmth goes on in the cold and shocks us to the core!
The hidden thoughts of the mind become our Bain!
It goes through to the soul as it moves quickly like an iron bore!
Gripping the heart and soul together is either blissful in a warm embrace
Or it is a cold vice hold on our emotions
Let the warmth of our enemies be to their face a wet mace!
Maybe we should curse our choices and devotions.
In my heart, you are the burning kindle upon my fire!
You are the one who set ablaze my smile and rekindled my desire!
I LOVE AND I HATE YOU THE SAME
How dare you love me, have you no shame? I'm not just touched I'm insane. I'm wickedly evil, a cheatin' lil' weasel, Jackass is my first and last name. I'm Joe Dirt when I flirt, Cousins Eddie of work, I aspire to the least that I can. I sure as heck ain't no Marlboro man. I smoke like a chimney, and drink like a fish, I'm a gamblin' man and also a snitch. I'm short, fat, and bald, I don't come when I'm called, I'm likely passed out in a ditch.
I love you and I hate you the same.
I just can't put out this flame.
I'm a low down, peckerwood, loathsome, misunderstood, weak willed, red pilled, rootin tootin, drinkin, shooting, down and dirty, 30-30, back alley clan rally, hillbilly, redneck, hick.
You're hateful and mean, birthing many mens' genes, and now youre hittin the wall. Gangly & toothless, spiteful & ruthless, you smell like meth and Pall Malls. Stripping's behind you, bills are all past due. You ain't nothin but a booty call. Ferally raised, dropped out in third grade, immune to morals, judgment, and mace. One leg is bowed, you sound like a toad, and you use saddle soap on your face.
I love you and I hate you the same.
I just can't put out this flame.
She's a botox, detox, skin n bones, silicone, Harper valley, mustang Sally, misfit, hypocrite, "Cops" show viral hissy fit, easy, sleazy, dollar store cheesy, hillbilly, redneck, chick.
We scream and we cuss, we never discuss,
we'd rather it come to blows. We don't clear the air, and we never fight fair. She stabbed me and then broke my nose. A sight to be seen, trailer park king & queen. We hail what brings others disgust. We're not worthy of love from heaven above. All we have left is the lust. I've been feelin sick, since your flame lit my wick. Penicillin just might do the trick.
I love you and I hate you the same,
I just can't put out this flame.
"Alone is an addiction for Agoraphobics," ... by The Poet
Fireplace, beg a question; spark fuels naught?
Tired face lit the embers that awaken,
iron mace walled, beyond, fox and bears fraught.
My birthplace well-hushed that quiet sneak-in.
Contented engraved on my face, falsely,
consent and circumstance, hunger and thirst,
extent and measure, fed and quenched shortly,
ingested fully well, blessed, and naught cursed.
Accordingly, dawn swaps late noon's plum skies,
rewardingly, I stepped outside to pause,
awarding me sunsets that soothe my eyes.
Artistry; that the dusk paints when it draws.
Twilight ascends, sunlight lost, moonlight found.
Finite embers dim, alert eyes remained,
my sight sees, the fire's out, I'm bedroom bound.
Divine light flits fears, embrace Grace proclaimed.
3/4 to 1 pound of ground lamb
1/4 cup of lemon juice
3 tablespoons of rosemary
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon of ground ginger
1 tablespoon of garlic cloves (crushed)
3 anchovies (smashed into a paste)
1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon of mace
2 egg yolks
1/4 cup of green onions chopped
1/4 cup of pistachios,(pulse in food processer, make crumbs)
1/4 cup of breadcrumbs
mix well add chill,
make 3 cups of cream puff pastry, 2 Tablespoons of thyme, 2 Tablespoons of chives
1/4 t of cayeene, 1/4 teaspoons of paprika, 1 Tablespoon of garlic powder, 1/4 teaspoon of onion powder. with a piping bag.
on a large sheet pan, form lamb in a cicular ring, pipe the pastry dough onto the top, cook until golden brown....
for a sauce for the lamb,
reduce 1 cup of redwine, 1/4 cup of honey, 4 tablesoopns of plum jam, 4 tablespoons of sesame seed oil!
2 cups of heavy cream
2 cups of milk
2 cups of shredded provolone cheese
1 cup of dehydrated onion
4 tablespoon of garlic (crushed)
1/2 cup of butter
1/4 cup of flour
1 cup of bacon pieces
1 cup of shredded beef
1 cup of chopped broccoli (cooked)
1 cup of chopped cauliflower (cooked)
4 cups of diced and cooked white potatoes
in a dutch oven
make a roux, and then add milk to make a white sauce, remove from the heat and allow the cheese to melt.add cauliflower broccoli, potatoes, beef and bacon, bake until golden brown
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1 cup of sweet tangy salad dressing
1 cup of shredded carrots
5 cups of shredded lettuce
2 cup of diced tomatoes
1 cup of diced cucumber
1/4 sunflower seeds
1 cup of diced dried papaya
1 cup of feta
1 cup of flaked fish
While Being Raped
While being raped yell fire!
Neighbors fear for their property not you
Remember firemen have axes also
To chop his thingy in two
While being raped defecate and urinate
To break the mood
Remember who is being rude
This is not a date
While being raped bring out the mace
Spray it in the eyes and face
Become an animal
An animal is attacking you
While being raped have a conversation
“Mr. Rapist?” “Do you have VD too?”
He’ll get the clue
Ask him if he’s using rubbers
While being raped the one real truth to know
Rape is not a sex or passion crime
Clearly it’s an act of violence, brutality and power
From cowards with their malice
While being raped it wouldn't hurt to use your keys
Have some expertise in self protection
It only takes a moment, a maneuver to fight & defeat
To find release and flee
While being raped, change into another person
You simply can’t be sweet
You are fighting for your life
Become a monster. That monster needs fear to feed
While being raped, save your prayers for later
Drink at home when possible
Look alive when you’re outside with a friend by your side
Acknowledge there is evil. Rape is not the only crime
*A note to readers: Sadly, the judicial system and law enforcement
still define rape as a sex crime. It is not. It is the opposite. Laws
have to be changed to designate it and define it for what it truly is;
a hate crime, a human rights violation, an act of brutality and
violence. My deepest apologies go out to those of you who may
have been victimized by this horrific crime. Thank you for reading
my works. Earl
As the bold sun rises with grace
Sparse soft light stretches wide and afar
Across flower's sweet scented field's mace
Powder blue clouds hide night's Dog Star
Damp murmurs of sleepy birds are heard
As the bold sun rises with grace
Stout brown rabbit in his hole stirs
While the red fox hides his hungry face
Elfin green frogs jump in a racing chase
Lazy rustling from stirring sleepy fawns
As the bold sun rises with grace
Delighting every slow white swan
Eyes, ears and life refreshed to bring
This September morn arousing the night to erase
Wake up! Wake up! So sweetly rings
As the bold sun rises with grace
So alive for purposeful reason
Marked by blessed victorious lesson
Our souls optimize functional space
As we be breathed with God’s love and grace.
Along kindness’ strength for helping glow
Our hearts burst with compassion-flow
Leaving ripples of good impact trace
As we be breathed with God’s love and grace.
Reaching-out to offer blissful hope
Against miseries of global scope
Our faith triumphs upon prayer-brace
As we be breathed with God’s love and grace.
Overcoming trials, grievous pain
Our spirits praise midst gratitude gain
Revived to serve through stewardship mace
As we be breathed with God’s love and grace.
Doing best, viewing eternal home
We share; not around selfishness roam
Though death our flesh in due time does face
As we be breathed with God’s love and grace.
*Genesis 2:7 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
August 19, 2021
6th place, "As we be breathed" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 8/19/2021.
I ate the enemy,
and bottled up the peace,
I swam a shore
and polluted all the reefs,
I waged a war,
and dreamed up proper beats,
I came and went
before people got their feet,
I ate the animal
and labeled a lofty cannibal-
aided in the sham of all,
but gave it back through the Ram and Bull,
I sickened your very sole,
did chores to leave you without a goal,
faced you inside your head,
made you slave against your own bed,
I ran away and made you feel the chase,
like big cats carrying mace...
You had a chance-
I swear you could have won the day,
its too bad you became sorry
and wished me away,
and thought the earth was still round-
just like your face,
too bad you can't get off of the spike
stuck to your seat,
even if you hitchhike
you pine at others wills that are weak,
jive about jazz from a generation in time that was pristique,
and you weren't even there
taking notes and pointing a beak.
Bustling Tavern, din of thieves,
prattles sounds, like mini battles
of Sorcery, at mosaic of vomit tapestry.
Endowing all sorts in your bosom
like sins-full abacus beads.
You gather them by lamplight and promisery
of Nightlife, bejeweled deeds.
Your dangle of jewelry,
imagery into the back
of the mind.
Cleaving to your cleavage, in gilded-underbelly.
Whispered confessions, aspirations un-tamed,
at the heart of game, plays.
A maelstrom of activity brews,
where thieves and dreamers carafe their craft,
by firelight, booze, and cut-throat utensils,
for stirring the plot and tasting it's ooze.
A symphony of mirth and mischief,
lies, woven into each swirl of word.
A den of vices, a theater of souls,
where desires become exhumed
jewels, brightly interred.
Sorcery of charming, bracing,
where shadows dance in dusk,
efficacing with the flickering daylight
exuding allure, a beguiling musk,
facery painting, fishing for trust.
Binding patrons, captivated by the dire-light,
broths to salivate for spitting in its flame.
Bardic stories, each worth half a codler of truth,
confess their lies amidst the clinking of wine.
Tithes abetting their cover, to mask the grape-vine.
As hearts chase fleeting pleasures true,
where fantasies intertwine,
the weight of the world measured, momentarily
subdued in fermented promise of unsealed
magic in held balance of bottomless opportunity.
So, come, dear traveler, lose yourself,
in the spell of atmosphere.
In the spray of this sacred mace,
lift of skirt, skirting of honest wage.
Panning for adventurers,
planning under-sway of sunder's way.