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Jeanette struck gold at the Worlds and Euros,
The non-Paralympic Worlds and Euros, that is,
In the sport of canoeing and she has portfolios,
In the Paralympic world as a swimmer, the biz.
She’s won a total of twelve swimming medals,
At five Paralympics going way back to Seoul,
But took up canoeing recently - one of her pals,
Nagged her into it. And has kids, a partner soul.
At the ICF Worlds in Milan in the class of K1,
Jeanette won the gold medal, and then in 2016,
At the ICF Worlds in Dulsburg, Germany’s lung,
Jeanette won silver in the K1 200m KL1 mean.
She took the gold at Rio, making it thirteen
Paralympic medals in total, and she said:
“I thought I’m never going to like it, [not keen],
but once I did it I absolutely loved it [dead].”
The blue coloured walls
with a roof and a floor ,
i call it a home .
A large peepal tree
covers it and provides shade,
a nest on tree does not let its beauty fade.
A small verandah with railings ,
where my kids keep on playing ,
dark brown doors and windows
will remind me of my vows.
A buddha painted on the wall
will add to the peace and luxury overall.
HOME a place where i can go
and would want my children to grow.
The light brow wooden furniture and yellow plush sofas
will remind you all of a big stuffed samosas.
The texture on the walls
and an cupboard for all my handmade shawls,
will cover the bedroom hall.
The shin steel utensils
light up the dull kitchen drawers.
The tiles on the wall
will remind you of a waterfall.
then comes the children's room, my favorite one.
When you will enter and sit on the chairs, so very fluffy
you are surely gonna dose off in a jiffy.
The trophies and medals
decorate the pale white shelves.
The toughened glass cupboard
will surely be adored.
Alexa fills the room with melody all over,
as artificial intelligence can not ignored.
Security will be priority
so the corners will have cameras in warranty.
My drawings cover each and every room with focus light,
the frames will have all the pictures of people that i care about.
All this will give my house a concrete shape ,
where memories is what i will create.
This is my home miles away from rome,
where the doors will always be open for you,
thank you
transference
mind field in transit
lost in modern translation -
translucent echoes
bog snorkeling
in trenches of fear
submerged breathless for glory -
mud medals and God
mushroom cloud
trench foot ankle deep
fanfares baptize innocence -
bugles sound defeat
cross fire
rising from ashes
foot marks lost on dead ascent -
sandalwood fragrance
saviour
threshold of demise
guns blaze sweet smell of freedom -
hell gates wide open
objection
lambs to the slaughter
leavened bread chokes redemption -
arms to frontal lobe
white flag
surrender exposed
blood dried on fabric of time –
bleached conscience retrieved
30th January 2020
Originally entered STRAND CHOICE 10, any form, any theme
Contest judged 30st January 2020
Medals on frames stood upright and straight,
Like guns marching on bloody road to Death March
At eighteen, he bore the pellets of war’s cause
Fingers wounded by splinters from a grenade
Spawned by raw courage for freedom’s glory
He counted black hours guarding his troops;
Piloting aircraft and landing on muddy swamp
Worse was the order to kick his dead friend, Paul.
Black nights fed thinner ribs with brisk attacks
Riddling air with roulette of mortar sounds,
Yet country’s honor soared higher than gray winds
A testament for a man of lofty ideals.
Tales of grit, battle scars wrapped in dignity
A body resting on heroes’ graveyard, our flag rising;
Until the end, code of gallantry filled life’s moments
Of one general, dear Dad, your spirit walks with me.
2nd place
HEY DAD
My dad and I were always close,
As he passed by he’d pinch my nose,
I always looked upon him with pride,
His tender nature he could not hide.
He had many friends and no foes
He used to love teasing me
And tickling my toes!
An army man, he was most of his life,
Posted to many countries with his
Child and wife,
His stars and medals he deservedly wore,
A committed army officer to the core,
I know he’s happy
I followed my grand-fathers cue,
And quite delighted that I’m
Writing poetry too,
My father showed his love,
With his every pore,
And I know he would encourage
Me to write more, and more.
He always wanted me to join a group,
Hope he knows I am with poetry soup!
The uniform was issued to him during the Second World War.
Tho' at first it was somewhat ill-fitting, it he proudly wore.
He was a mere lad of eighteen when his Army career began,
But as that savage conflict raged on, he rapidly became a man!
He considered it an honor to wear the uniform of his nation.
Little brother and sis idolized their hero with great admiration.
His sweetheart was so proud to be escorted upon his arm.
Mom and Dad were also proud and prayed he'd meet no harm.
He wore his uniform on their wedding day, she a bit misty-eyed,
As she saw her handsome soldier when he took her as his bride.
Tho' they faced uncertainty in a world that had gone awry,
They vowed love and faithfulness as they said their sad goodbye.
He stowed his uniform in his duffel and donned his battle dress,
Slogging thro' Pacific jungle isles as forward he did press.
Among the many medals and other laurels that he did achieve,
He was honored with sergeants stripes sewn upon each sleeve!
After the war, tho' a bit snug, he wore his uniform with pride,
In many patriotic parades as he marched with resolute stride!
For his final roll call he wore the uniform as his funereal shroud.
God greeted him saying, "Son you sure have made Me proud!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
When this Corvid crisis is over
There has to be Social Reform:
We just can’t expect things to
Return to their pre crisis norm.
All those essential workers
Daily risking their lives,
The security of their families,
Their children and wives,
To try and keep things going,
Keep society on track
Until the lockdown has ended
And we get normality back.
Many of those are working
On Minimum rates of pay
Which has got to change
Come crisis over day.
There’s talk of a medal to
Recognise all they’ve done,
Recognise their hard work
When this fight is finally won.
But, you can’t feed on medals or
commendations from the Queen.
Let’s have something lasting
With results that can be seen.
Close up the tax loopholes
Take away the benefits of evasion
From those companies that operate
From their offshore tax haven
Reform this unequal society of
Selfishness, grasping and greed
From each according their ability
To each according to their need.
When we’ve managed to enable
This necessary social reformation
Only then will we be a real, not
Just Lip serving, Christian Nation.
The North Pole was bustling with excitement, skating with zeal.
Santa Claus was handing out badges, medals and such to the elves.
Rudolph came over to me, his nose out of joint, actually it had turned teal.
They are so smug, and puffed up and enormously proud of themselves.
I said “you are wearing fine baubles, my festive, decorated friend.
And a candy cane wreath, complete with cranberries so merry!"
The reindeer gave me a quick shake of bells and said he would lend
To me his secret book of Christmas carols written by his cousin Harry.
A snowman named Godly heard us and said with attitude,
If you hurry, you can both get in on the workshop’s Christmas sing.
So we took off, Rudolph and I, traveling the highest latitude,
And reached Santa in time to give our rendition of Silver Bells ring.
The beauty of aging for a woman or man, Is to gaze back over the sparkling, valley of decades with such joy and achievement, no youth ever can.
Oh, to be sure, many will have trophies and medals for winning sports games.
But they have not raised and stood by families who were taught integrity and how to win at life's game.
In this society, that drools with glee at Emojis, texts and technology,
You had your children in good schools learning English, the Bible and
honoring God on their knees.
So when you see an elder with a cane trying to open a door,
Or an elderly in a wheelchair struggling to go up a ramp.
Don't smirk nor feel better than they, for that may, indeed,
be you one day!
They live quiet lives and do not seek glory.
That's for the young busily showcasing their own life's story.
Many arrogant, in love with themselves.
With or with no family, just in adoration of themselves.
We, poets, have a chance to make this world a better place.
This is no place to stab each other in a glory race!
We have the blessed freedom to write on any subject we choose.
May we be blessed to inspire and encourage all with beauty,
and with honor and courage to infuse.
February 28, 2020
3:00pm PST
Important urgent day,
Time to enhance pay,
With long smile to stay,
Indeed we deserve medals.
No time again to cultivate,
With joy we receive certificate,
My dear’s comrades lets collaborate,
We are heroes in the battle field.
Happiness love and joy we share,
Suits, jeans and gown we were,
To miss by plan don’t dare,
Am happy with no say.
Welcome comrades from different universities,
Leaders and members of all parties,
Social science, agriculture and humanities,
Comrades lets join hands together.