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WILL POWER
Just success and happiness cannot adorn
lattice of life in clusters of blossoms at morn.
By turn sorrow and failure appear to mourn
as feral weeds and creepers with sharp spiked thorn.
It is up to your willpower how to deal!
not to succumb in despair but to heal
the wound, or malicious attack to kill.
Proceed brave with erect head in zest and zeal
Life is a challenge to struggle every day.
Strife and conflicts running parallel to play.
Shadows of clouds embower but glazing sunray
When there is a will, there must exist a way.
10/15/20
Third Place
'WILL TO SURVIVE' Contest by Silent One.
Malicious, plotting squirrel,
sends its angry rain.
Oh, the liberties it takes,
with my precious fruit trees.
A pear slams into my head;
my temple, burning blue.
Rising lump of blue,
from vicious squirrel;
swelling on my head
from his violent pear-rain.
Standing beneath the pear tree,
I do a double-take.
Squirrel always takes;
gives nothing; leaving me so blue.
Into the top of my pear tree,
moved the squirrel;
flinging his pear-rain,
hard upon my head.
The growing lump, smarts on my head.
Whatever it takes,
I’ll end this horror rain;
I’ll make squirrel
so very, very blue.
I will dine on pears from my own trees!
They are my trees!
Stop hitting my head.
How dare you, squirrel!
You must not take
all and beat me black and blue,
with your violent pear-rain.
Your angry, rabid rain,
Of pears from my tree,
built a gigantic lump of blue,
upon my tender head.
I’ll do whatever it takes
to evict you, Mr. squirrel!
No more, pelting pear rain; beneath sky of blue.
You’ll leave my trees, whatever it takes!
No more glaring lumps, upon my head;
your notice, has been served, Mr. Squirrel.
WHAT I LOVE-WHAT I HATE
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PART I
love fiery sunsets bleeding amber and rose--
mountains, valleys, seas, and heaven softly meet
above horizon, molten coin dips and glows
world wades into warm, slumber--gentle and sweet.
you stood beside me, your hand embracing mine
daylight bled, transforming into liquid wine
clouds caught fire, gradually turned to ash—
dusk descended—our silence spoke what words can't match
&&&&&&&
PART II
chaos erodes the labyrinth of my mind,
a fierce ravenous beast that gnaws at the planned.
I hate its claws—untamed, malicious, unkind—
destroying the flawless blueprints in my hand.
I crave the calm, tranquil hum of ordered grace,
a steady rhythm amidst earth's frantic pace,
calculated steps, the path both clear and known,
cadence deeply set, authentically grown.
DISCLAIMER: This piece, dear readers, is in no way, shape, or form intended to be a scholarly treatise. So, please bear that in mind and refrain from reporting me to the SPCA or any other animal activist group.
When it's time for some critters to multiply,
The name change to me's where the mess is.
Some simply add "s", such as "lions", at the end,
Or "es" if they want "lionesses".
But for others that same simple rule won't apply,
And though Latin seems stilted, outdated, passé,
Not content with a modest "s" or "es",
With malicious intent they go straight for the "i"
When augmentizing their numbers today.
A few practical ones, such as "deer", "moose", et al,
Don't require any change when they double,
And just when we think we can start to relax,
Some radical rascals, like the "rhino" and "hippo",
Barge in and cause even more trouble.
In my humble opinion, they compound the confusion
By allowing for three ending options for choosin'.
A "hippo" will happily dress in the simplest "s"
When its ranks he is casually swelling.
And it's still not too bad when "es" is added
To "rhinoceros", but watch out for the spelling.
Many haughty ones vie for the more formal "i",
And just when you're sure that's the last to apply,
Comes some miscreant English major whiz
To remind us, in singular, the rhinoceros "is",
But when speaking in plurals, it's equally par
To mention, in passing, the hippopotamus "are".
That's why crittercal math has me somewhat downhearted,
And I wish I could say that some reason I've found
Why some go to such trouble when it comes time to double,
While others are bound to just circle around
And end up right back where they were when they started.
In Cimmerian's heart, where night is king,
A shroud of black, where silent whispers cling.
No starry light, no moonbeam's tender kiss,
A velvet night, where all is amiss.
A name that echoes through the endless dark,
Cimmerian calls and leaves its mark.
A chilling word that freezes to the core,
Where shadows reign, and peace is no more.
The sun forgot to rise this morn,
Left the world in endless night forlorn.
No dawn to cleave the suffocating night,
No sun to bring the world to light.
The air is thick with an unseen dread,
A heavy cloak, a weight upon the head.
A silence deep, where secrets keep,
And restless spirits their vigil keep.
The heart beats fast, its rhythm wild,
As fear takes hold, in this land defiled.
A phantom's touch, so cold and sly,
In Cimmerian's grasp, where hopes all die.
A realm of night, where light is lost,
And fear takes flight, no matter the cost.
A place where dreams to dust return,
And shadows dance, in malicious spurn.
Yet in this dark, a spark takes flight,
A will that challenges the night.
For in the hearts of those who dare,
A fire burns, a hope beyond compare.
Cimmerian may reign with its velvet night,
But within the brave, a flame burns bright.
And so, they fight, against the gloom,
To chase away the endless doom.
For though the dark may be profound,
The light within, can still be found.
In Cimmerian's realm, where night is deep,
The courageous keep their watchful sweep.
So let the shadows twist and turn,
For every soul, a lesson learns.
That in the black, where fear instills,
The strength of spirit, all darkness kills.
I often find
This word misused
The socially blind
Have abused
A favorite of mine
I will explain
I dedicate this rhyme
To it's name
A malicious twiddle
Intentional distortion
To make another feel little
Or enhance one's portion
Words with a purpose
Though the speaker plays dumb
Sly as a serpent
Pressed under one's thumb
Strategic actions
Calculated crimes
Specific reactions
Often times
I'll slow down a bit
To be more clear
So the definition I spit
Will surly adhere
It's a deliberate act
To benefit the actor
Yet keeping tact
Doesn't appear a factor
Being mean
Revealing no fault
A crime so clean
One won't get caught
Make no mistake
It doesn't have to be bad
I'm writing for the sake
Of arguments had
Once understood
The definition
Look under the hood
Study the ignition
At this time
You will realize
It's not always assigned
For hungry eyes
It can be used to describe
Distorting an object
A whole other side
I won't neglect
I will, however
Leave it at that
Trusting you're clever
My words won't fall flat
Soul, still drifting in the subtle calmness,
undaunted and adamant;
never being effected by malicious intent,
never being accursed by words...
Use extreme caution when transversing boundaries
of strange lands inhabited by mediums,
who are the seers that wish to replace God;
accept no invitation by affirming their cult...
Wise heart,, live according to your beliefs,
faithful and changeless: never revere a false god,
the gold-adorned one who glitters
with the utter pretense of being the golden sun...
Preachers abound like the eagles of the Appalachians Mountains;
they relentlessly rove to snatch whoever is feeble,
to convert them to their preposterous creed;
I have seen many fall from grace and ask for forgiveness...
How wonderful and liberating is to live
never being accursed by words, or attached to fatal feelings of hurt;
how delightful and inspirational is to achieve
every possible joy that only faith can guarantee with a simple oath...
Footsteps, be attentive and shrewd,
look out for the one slandering with the tongue of the lewd;
eyes, judge people by their external appearance to minimize danger,
the distrustful look reflects the turmoil of their soul lucidly molded by Lucifer...
Compassion can mitigate the misery of a miscreant,
and possibly transform his or her appearance with repentance,
never being accursed by words hailed from angry mouths;
if execution is justice, death won't change anybody's heart...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
WHOLESOMENESS :
How bad this thing is,
For befriending colleagues he found in the office,
Who posited to have him dismissed.
In sheep cloaks they were his frenemies.
They all became very close,
Starts sharing personal life goals.
Showing themselves what each other knows.
Boom,rapport flows.
When the friendship seemed to grow,
Suddenly, they enviously had him opposed,
Unnecessarily as everything roughly goes.
Went about having his good intentions twistedly exposed,
So that administration will let him go home.
By grace it didn't happen as he hoped,
Even he wasn't reproached.
Such malicious things some people do.
Came back acting as if they've done nothing bad to him.
Good he now prevents them from seeing his moves,
So they don't make him feel confused.
Whenever opportunity appears on desk,
They choose to give them out instead.
Although he deserves them since he's the best,
And he works earnestly without stress.
But sake of discrimination,it goes to someone else.
God's work on him was in progress.
On his calender he's always placed first.
He is now a C.E.O of his own company
Sometime past he questioned himself "why?"
Thought nothing would have been fine.
Got locked up in his mind,
As he wished he could just die,
And leave this globe behind,
"Suicidal thoughts",
I prayed he doesn't confine.
Everything was going to be fine.
Jehovah keeps him with his eyes,
From the heavens, down to this earth.
The battle was hard but it's well.
Stood in front of a mirror,
Saw nothing but horror.
Stranded in meditation like moron.
Lost taking the stricture.
Couldn't identify himself in clear picture.
Unemployment, financial issues torn his structure.
All he wished for was restructure,
For life to return better.
He stayed in solitary all that while.
Praying all he's going through beguiles.
Day to day, ensuring his experiences are compiled.
After the dust settles down he'll reminisce and smile.
That's today,where life looks beautiful with his children and wife.
And everybody testifies about it, as everybody admires.
This poetic blurb not meant to annoy
divulging, when just a whippersnapper boy
me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed
without questioning why doctor best remove adenoid
pat response told less to prevent sole son tubby coy
than fear Harris heir, would not inherit carnival throne
sidestepping 3 ring circus, and not becoming an android
dreaming of electric sheep,
a disagreeable prospect that could hoof happened,
aye shear with you especially
in tandem with predilection tilting tubby goy
fated outcome unfazed this herbaceous rooted lad,
who idolized captain crunch (before childhoods' end)
hoping seaman tic wood beckon with “A HOY”
mollified parents blithely steered son clear into
psychotic outcome delivering obliviousness
that brought inner joy
anyway, this peculiar male progeny
believing himself to be just another brick
in the wall of Pink Floyd,
tripping with comfortably numb skull
found himself evicted from the hall of the mountain king
and in sore need of deep psychoanalysis, hence didst imp ploy
therapy in orifice er office of maudlin Sigmund Freud
whose nose bore striking resemblance,
to a fleshy phallic shaped trumpeting toy
pud dill, this mental analysis delved into past – outcome
induced feint to faint, while cawing boss addressed
as Oedipus Rex, which verbal homage did cloy
dredging layered past devoid of love
flush with malicious predatory abuse
from Lloyd Lavinsky, an Audubon Elementary
grade school male lore demon bully
sanity of mine he almost destroyed.
She was gone, gone. So I thought,
I remember when I was young how to the world she was everyone’s Ms Poppins,
But behind closed doors in reality she was dark and hypocritical,
After she passed I thought now she was at peace from her demons her lonely life,
A week passed and I thought about her a little after all she was my Grandmother,
One night after her death I had a dream actually a nightmare I would say,
I started to “cold sweat”, I felt someone grab me,
I tried to fight with all my vigour, this malevolent entity wanted my Soul,
Wanted me, I was screaming and no one could heard me,
This dark malicious being wanted to possess me,
Kill my being, drown my soul into the abyss .Why?
It was her!!What did not want?
Did hate consume her so that even after death she could not rest?
I couldn’t be alone for a while, I hate the dark,
I felt as though d demonic shadows was around me, trying to consume me.
It wanted to come back to life, there was no solace no peace for this being.
My heart was beating rapidly at night,
“Chills ran down my spine”.
For the first time in my life I was scared to fall asleep,
Scared that something, something will enslave my body,
Bewitch my soul until I am not me,
Something demonic lurks, its searches,
Too fine a door to get in,
But I pray and I will fight,
She can’t consume me, it can’t win,
BY:SHIVANEE TINKERBELLE
07.06.15
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