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Dolphins
Watch the aquatic mammals reigning warm waters
Riding ocean waves zestfully flexing playful behavior
Jumping high in air performing acrobatic maneuvers
Synchronizing movements impressing fond watchers.
Be dazzled by their graceful moves peeking up for air
Turning around buoyantly raising caudal fins in pairs
Diving elongated noses under great depths of ocean
Resurfacing with gallant jumps stirring up emotions.
See a dolphin show joyous amid human interactions
As gray mammals emerge like torpedoes in action
Looping in air artfully, bowing to cheerful reactions
Dancing on water regally evoking rush of passions,
Admire as they toss a ball delighting in jovial acts
Walking like penguins to rise and kiss human hands
Splashing water impishly they rejoice as kids laugh
Dipping under water to perform upside down dance,
Amazing to see how they obey human instructions
Jumping through hoops upon listening to directions
Adorning choreographic motion for grateful crowds
Waving hello intelligently as people loudly applaud,
Don't miss gracious goodbye as they retreat in style
Being aware children are grinning with lofty smiles
Saying thanks, rising high-up to accept their reward
Brilliantly they pause to acknowledge the applause.
December 29, 2017
First place in Dolphins contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Placed 3rd: Strand Pick 6 Contest by Brian Strand
I have seen pictures of friends on Alaska cruise,
The Denali landscape looked so stark, no hues.
No frozen or floating icebergs, no polar bears catching the fish,
The caribou stood alone, in the waning forest, a solemn wish.
I used my pixel phone, live translate to talk,
To the lonely mature bear, we took a thoughtful walk.
He understood my desire, promised me the dreamland's gleam,
The gentle bear twirled my cane, as magic's silver stream.
With magic, glaciers formed again, pristine and bright,
The snow fell, blizzards came, the forest turned green overnight.
The polar bear and her cub, fished the shores so grand,
Caribou danced in snowy woods, joy spreading through the land.
Northern sea otters swam delightfully in ice-cold water,
Spectacles eider, short-tailed albatross, flying squirrels, all did scatter.
They showed their maneuvers with glee and grace,
Even wood bison appeared, returning from the past's embrace.
But when I woke up from my dream so clear,
The stark realities struck, and sadness was near.
I hope the dwindling birds and animals, facing global warming's strife,
Will survive and thrive, embracing a new lease on life.
Falling leaves dance their last waltz
Ravishing hues of reds oranges and golds
Indulge with me in this wonderland
Sacrificing reminiscences of summer fun
Kingdom to those who relish in the moment
Yearning to be one with life in all its glory
Absolute bliss as we walk hand in hand
Utterly at peace with the brisk autumn air
Tantalizing scents of crisp earthiness
Ushering in a foretaste of wintry delights
Magical brittle notes beneath our feet
Nocturnal luminescence flickering
Dropping behind not keeping the pace
Apology for sudden awkward clumsiness
Zealously choreographing maneuvers
Engagement ring in hand down on one knee
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 27, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE S sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Sailing into the horizon
Admiring the Sunset
Distance far from the shores
Refreshing breezes
Bridges and Lighthouses along the way
Whales and Dolphins doing their dazzling maneuvers
Sharks looking to attack
The oceanic feeling like a gateway of opportunity
God’s watery creation
Heaven’s sensation
Rainbows of hope
The drift having a sail
Wonders beyond and deep
Oceans never cease
Tomorrows that continue
Every today a take in
Viewing and observing
Peaceful and calm
Tranquil mind
Writing thoughts that pop in
Calm waves forming relaxed emotions
Inspiration rise
Open air to wise
Oceanic emphasize
>>>>> every way devised to deflect an asteroid
relatively small space rocks could wipe millions of people off
our planet, so what can we do for our Moon base, to do, also avoid
unsettlingly asteroid passing close by Earth or a near fly by, tragic
crash on our moon base should be made ready with cyborgs, A.I. Robots
hundreds of them, fiberglass, heat resistant, spiderweb fabric...
With dual 'JETPACKS' on their backs to do asteroid combat...
for strength, one hand made of magnetized alloy, another sticky like a tar glove...
Rocket-propelled arm attachments are both, used to reach, grab imposing asteroid...
Laser, solar, radar collectors attached to 'AI Robot', new A.I. Robot Cyborg...
function of our cyborg AI Robots controlled to use
their Jetpacks to proceed with launch off moon on to
approaching Asteroid also accurate maneuvers abstruse...
around said Asteroid while Arm Rockets...
are fired to attach AI Robots to a suitable spot,
one suitable to a position, too push against Asteriod rock...
onto a direction of deflection from Earth or moon,
rockets attached to robot legs two of them, when fired...
will bend knees to press against asteroid, abstrudere real soon
also, radio controlling signals that direct; to move rocks to be deflected away
from Earth or our moon, space station, last chance, 'one year' in advance...
so that humanity has a chance too, live, exist another day.
"Do as you must, also to save Earth you must support all space efforts NOW"
Perry Campanella submits his method, for review, also a New Theory
" This Poem was inspired by Nostradamus Predictions "
NOTE: abstrudere - To push away
From the Desk of
Doorturn Falconshow
President of Championship Committee of U.W.C.
United Wrestling Council (Stadium Anthem)
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Subject: Boutious Creatious Disputious Convey
"The Libretto Re-Gift."
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Masters Of Maneuvering
Moves and Masters.....
InDispute
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"Ornery"Moxiin Wilder V. ""Big Meanie" Dilton Manox
Maneuvers in question. (Maneuver Infringement Claus )
Bout Pending via mendeation.The exertion of control and
oversight over a sports Wrestling Maneuvers
to enforce rules and policy in Combat Sports.
Due to Mister Wilder's retirment and re-entry into
Combat sports, his manuvers and gimmic had
been copied or re-gifted, by Manox, The Cowboy.
Due to said likeness and manuver sharing
it has come to the Board of Directer attention
that the Petition filled by Dax Digglmen (Wilder's mangment )
that a Championship bout should settle the score. Filing for
a request of Contractual gathering has been made, if such
is seen fit by the championship commette.
All Matters are of contractual agreements pending the writting of
all stipulations of meetings.
as in where: when: Bout type(Includes stipulations, duration Perioding,
Stautus of Bout, Championship Bouts(pending winning Tiltles or Prizes)
Where to as in events or specail Events, Etc.etc.etc.
Due to the claims of Infrigments of manuvering the determination of whether
either man is gifting or sponging off the other will
be determined through a series of bouts
which will lead to a winner.
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Dear Jack, Jill, and Phil.
As your father, I feel obligated to advise you
to set your priorities in life and do it early.
Love your family, staying very close to them,
and putting none before nor above them but God.
It's best that we never seek to be popular, but
rather, it is vital that we thrive to be pure. It's
best to major in the things that we control and
minor in things over which we have no control.
Although very minuscule in the grand scheme of things,
my tenure on earth thus far has been a blessing to others.
Like the way Jesus responded when the woman wiped his feet
with her hair. The Master's response to such an act of love was,
"She has done what she could". We all do not get to be heroes,
but we get the opportunity to do what we can; and in the eyes
of the one that matters, doing what we can do, is enough.
Some years ago, I heard a story of a professional heavyweight boxer.
During his career, he was knocked down more than any other fighter.
The question asked was, how could he have been a champion when he
was knocked down so often? The answer was simply that, HE GOT UP.
Life comes at us with such force and offensive maneuvers that it is
almost impossible not to be floored by them. quitting does not always
mean that we walk away. More often than not, it's an opportunity to
take a different approach, a new route, or a different direction.
There are myriads of suggestions that I could recommend that give
you a fighting chance to be successful in this world of challenges.
However, I will leave you with the three mentioned above. Remember:
1. You don't have to be a best-seller, a star, or a hero to be successful.
2. When you get knocked off your feet, and it is easier to stay down, Get Up!
3. Sometimes, success means quitting or taking a break to keep going. And frequently, it demands that we go around rather than up the mountain and being wise enough to take a different direction.
Much love,
Your father
I lift and rise to being chased,
pops half-way, till full, beamed round-faced,
a fire host heightened its facade,
casting daylight shadows abroad.
Cool Earth plunged hot by its keeper,
heat courses like the Grim Reaper,
smiles at darkness to wait its turn,
up curve tidied, noon loses yearn.
Orange turns red, claws at purple,
white flagged as dusk makes a hurtle,
a gloaming rhythms the musing sphere,
like one tied to tracks, locked in fear.
Named twilight as some light appears,
though hour triggers those tryst affairs,
calm ruse warmth as limbs fuss about,
caught midnight streams like baited trout.
A night dips mid-Cherub's flirting,
their chariot horses fleeing,
while the golden sentinel rides,
as the solitaire lift comprised.
A new task surround, maneuvers,
seers illume become producers,
hail a whole new year of seasons,
first, until last, filled with reasons.
The lead round about the bodies,
as they spin on stage like follies,
glows revue as savory hams,
marooned its taste just like PB Jams.
Bittersweet, as they realigned,
lead pars best swept the rest, resigned,
equinox and solstice charted,
psyche chose, and rookies parted.
A decisive planet divides,
segregation always collides,
closets partitioned a household,
Edens knowledge, they were paroled.
As a classroom globe builds up dust,
while folks roam about, make a fuss,
intellect cleans a tarnished steel,
greens will entomb them 'ere they kneel.
In shadows veiled, secrets reside,
Whispered tales where darkness hides.
Beneath the flag's protective shield,
United States' most guarded field.
Cryptic codes locked in vaults deep,
Whispers echoed, secrets to keep.
Eyes that watch, ears that listen,
Guarding truths, the nation's mission.
Nuclear codes, a lethal dance,
Hidden plans, a covert stance.
Silent whispers of classified might,
Shielded by stars, veiled from sight.
Stealthy crafts, invisible flight,
Evasive maneuvers in dead of night.
Covert operations, unknown terrain,
Soldiers trained to bear the strain.
Dossiers marked "Top Secret" and sealed,
Strategic plots, yet to be revealed.
Unseen technologies, cutting-edge might,
The vanguard of defense, out of sight.
Within the fog, clandestine minds scheme,
Shielding the nation, like a patriot's dream.
In hallowed halls, guarded by trust,
Lie the secrets that safeguard, a nation's thrust.
Yet with solemn hearts, we must be aware,
That secrets wield power, with utmost care.
For in the balance of truth and deceit,
Lies the destiny of a nation complete.
A fast drive through highway
speeds a country landscape.
Music blares loud, gliding on wheels,
with windows down, worries dwindle.
A fantasy flies in a pastel sky.
A bottle of soda opens
a cocktail of champagne,
to drive off that bridge on to that lake...
to slip over that cliff on to that water.
Grip of steering wheel maneuvers
zigzag chasms of adulterated dreams.
Skidding sideways on jagged stones,
lightless lanes, murky headlights dim.
Rules of traffic and chasing police,
fine for parking and driving wrong side.
Potholed roads in ramp of Life's ride,
Love sits close on left and behind.
Journey of survival is a Driver of Victory,
Rear view and Windshield to see along,
till a Red Light says, Stop, you've won it all.
Dated 14th June 2019
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest -Driver of Victory