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Often we think poetry has one place
it clings to the paper
it’s an acquired taste
but look just a bit deeper and you will find
it exists in most everything, it's in his sadness
or it’s in her ring.
There’s a poetry behind all of our reasons why.
Poetry behind each cloud littering the sky.
Poetry in love, poetry in hate
Poetry in each town, that makes up each state.
There’s poetry in his smile
that sticks around all the while
he’s by your side, through thick and through thin
more than a smile, it’s a prize that you win.
Poetry knocks at every door
we may just miss it
but it’s there, for sure.
Don’t be so quick to look just one way, when poetry still has so much to say.
Creativity comes and goes.
That’s what she believes, she named Cho.
Cho happens to be a potato.
Creativity comes and goes because Cho just knows.
When Cho the potato gets creative,
She eases in with simple watercolor.
Creativity starts to be invasive
as her mind races for more, oh brother.
Oils, dance, pottery, and art,
She gains quite the speed.
Cho doesn’t see art out of her league.
Creativity makes into her potato heart.
Literature, theater, architecture, film,
Drawing, music, sculpting, craft.
Cho the potato starts looking grim
As she spirals down and asks,
“Is all of this creativity making me dread?
I might just stay on the couch instead.”
You're my superhero and you don't even know why
Its because you're there for every pain hurt and cry
You're there for those who matter excluding yourself
Superheros like you cant be found anywhere else
Who gave you those powers to handle everything
Its obvious there's someone stronger a much higher being
The powers he has given you seem to use them well
Each time you save and rescue you never seem to fail
You're close to others for a moment then disappear from view
You're so busy saving others no one can save you
There isn't too many that you can reveal your identity to
Because they would laugh, misunderstand or start judging you
It must be very hard to survive a heroes life
Not many in the world are willing to do what's right
You can't have down time, a personal life or any friends
The minute you enjoy yourself is the minute that it ends
You must always remain alert to the times that you're needed
If anyone could have a double life its you who really leads it
That's what makes you odd and different from the rest
You're loyal and self sacrificing and you do your best
There is no comic book with a superhero like you
One who puts their life aside just to do what you do.
the lines of boundaries are set
etched in our minds to not forget
that what we see becomes best bet
that claims the truth as grounded-
yet may become confounded
we look at stars that gleam up high
entrapped by boundaries of sky
but in that darkness, we ask why
these sparkling gems are spinning-
for answers, we were clinging
these modern times have changed our view
of what we thought and what we knew
when science gifted its breakthrough-
space boundaries seem slacking-
our knowledge, now backtracking
with Hubble Telescope, we found
thousands of galaxies abound
we thought were only stars, newfound-
now boundaries, erasing
and endless space embracing.
each galaxy makes up the realm
of points of light that overwhelm
with telescopic eyes at helm
new possibles still brewing
while probables we're viewing-
beauty in this darkness shown-
perhaps we're not alone
AM I HUMAN YET?
They say humans love change.
it's their nature to chase the end.
Like they wouldn't mind to tear things apart.
Whether it's love, friendship, or past.
The bond they created with a lot of love
Can be replaced by anyone on mutual terms.
It's like a democracy hidden in lies.
You never know when someone quit to be on your side.
It's easy for them to cut the strings
Like they weren't attached to the other human being.
I see human changes in their beliefs, values, and dreams.
Doesn't care about the scars it may leave.
They change their nature as frequently as rivers flow freely.
Then justify this by saying that is how humans are wired to be.
But for me, I struggle to do all these
Bound by the feelings that cling so tightly to me.
Is this what makes me human, or sets me free?
Hospitals are designed
(a) to make you appreciate your bed at home
(b) to prompt many unanswerable questions
(c) to facilitate smooth patient care
(d) to never complain about your wife’s cooking again
Referrals to a psychiatrist are made when
(a) you become catatonic after having no sleep for a week
(b) after complaining about a noisy roommate you start convulsing with frustration
(c) you ask the nurse for a sleeping aid and she brings
warm milk
(d) You are all set for discharge but the Dr is delayed in surgery all day
Reflecting on a hospital stay makes you
(a) wonder how you survived the long nights
(b) vow never to eat chicken broth again
(c) appreciate there are no drafts behind when you get up for a walk
(d) note how quiet the house really is
Like wild buccaneers
on a partying raid,
they came ashore.
Fierce waters and winds
wielding their destructive swords
grabbing defenceless trees by the necks:
viciously shaking their hair-like foliage heads;
bending their backs; snatching them up
and throwing them here and there.
With torrential forces,
the marauding buccaneering
waters and winds leveled mortared
and boarded constructions
as if they were thatched huts of shade.
Young and old beings
became like unripe and ripened fruits
consumed by the ravaging forces of nature.
Behind, lay skeletal fields and sandy shores
laden with rampaged debris.
Satisfied with the fun and booty,
the buccaneering twins
return to their seafaring sails
in search of more up roaring.
Meanwhile, the prodigal Sun returns,
reflecting dry salty tears
pasted on the faces of those
who must now iron out their wrinkled lives.
In the aftermath, Nature makes no apologies
and God can’t be cursed.
...They make sex just like a handshake,
but soon enough you will find
throwing out what should be valued
does bad things to womens' minds,
makes it very hard to pair-bond,
be happy with a good man,
they compare him to others who
have become their also-rans.
The sex loses all value and
so does the partner himself,
becomes seen as replaceable,
as the divorce rates does tell,
leaving broken-up families,
endless drama in the courts,
all because feminists once said
it’s freeing to act like whores.
Worst still, they encourage the end,
proclaim marriage is a trap,
give cover to breaking a home
by declaring all men trash.
Make women think it’s a good thing
to shatter lives and to rend,
since women now initiate
divorce at eighty percent!
Upping their risk of poverty,
that their kids might be abused,
that they’ll end up dysfunctional,
or even shoot up a school.
And more and more these young women
never do have families,
they were told that their greatest cause
was the ‘right’ to kill babies!
The one thing girls alone can do,
the source of our {whole species",
and feminists taught them it was
okay to kill kids freely.
Taught them it wasn’t a person,
declared that a human life
matters much less than convenience,
or fun on a Friday night.
Like savages from days of old
sacrificing to their ‘gods,’
they butcher those than they should love,
don’t even thing it that odd.
Even now, when our birth rates fall
so low that we can’t replace,
they still clamber to kill unborns;
a cruel, barbaric disgrace.
Feminists have taught women that
their children have no value,
don’t even have to let them live,
much less raise them if you do.
And they claim that this is ‘progress,’
this destructive, awful creed…
women less happy each decade,
and still they won’t stop the bleed.
It’s killed societies before,
no need to follow that path,
you’re best rejecting all their lies,
yes, feminism is crap.
The breeze blows icy arrows, piercing flesh
The pale sun's rays enfeeble yearning hearts
Commuters scurry, hats in scarves enmeshed
Monday morning, December's forlorn start...
Returning home, the winds do scream and howl
At downtown throngs that empty out at five
But first a drink to wipe away the scowl
That makes a face look deader than alive...
Back home again with family so warm
All sitting by the fire, in cuddling arms
Protected from the reach of winter's storm
Soon dreaming dreams, not fearing any harm
Though outside Winter waits with open arms
To hug brave fools who tempt December's charms
Angst, anger, lust, envy, fear and desire,
contracts innate vibrancy of our soul,
contorting thoughts, leading to outcomes dire.
Ego cravings deflect us from our goal;
penance and surrender makes us feel whole.
Temptations that arise in heart rested,
acceptance of God's laws in heart nested,
negates urges spawned by our lower mind,
claiming soul's bliss, although we'll be tested,
emerging as living light, love aligned.
22-February-2023
Acrostic Dizain
A Forms and Words Challenge Poetry Contest
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