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HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY
Let’s imagine the world without women
Life may certainly cease, big chasm to all men
Children may derail on paths, no guidance
Young ladies’ modesty may not be enhanced.
Who’re the most supportive and loving wives?
Who’re the most caring mothers?
Who’re good and helpful friends?
Who’re the sweetest daughters and sisters?
Cheer women! YOU are all the answers!
You play so many great roles here on earth
You possess indomitable spirit to offer
Unwavering sacrifices that had proven your worth.
We celebrate you today and give you honor
Thanking your bright lights, joys and laughter
You’re all crowning beauties in and out
Queens, princesses and true love in everybody’s heart.
Cheer women! YOU are good leaders and followers
Working areas to home - so talented and responsible
You’re epitomes of neatness and orderliness
Paradigms of dependability with determination to success.
Happy Women’s Day to all Women of the World!
By your vocations and professions, you’re all achievers
You’re noble heroines in every society’s corner
In all spots of earth’s garden you are colorful flowers.
Women, may you always be in good health
Patience and strengths in all your commitments
May you always be blessed and empowered
By God’s everlasting grace as His men’s co-disciples.
March 29,2022 8:08pm
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN
Contest Judged: 4/22/2022 9:26:00 PM
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Place 1
I guess you're seeing a flag?
Trouble comes and go,
The range of my eyes captures all black
Walk with me if life is without you alone,
Steal an emblem to save a city,
When we don't know where to go,breastfeed me to experience your nurture,
From west comes deity,
Drilling your motives pings a picture,
Who testifies about how we do it?
The infancy about handling our kisses form texture,
Don't break our dream when firefly jolts in pit,
Like stellar,we end not a plan,
There you see one,specifically you point repeatedly,
I'm ferocious to explain what need to be in steadly,
Stay dumbed,...hinged with haunt,
No more understanding,wrestling over count,
Style leaned against what excels ,
In melted rubber,I'm bonded,
Out from a water,cleaned from irritation,
Freedom chased,lumpy all around station,...
Imaginative compression,
Yellow within colour,
Bright and delineated stiffening what ants throw to us below earth so lower,
The flag is dirty,
The means it ponds me,...leave feeders bin,
Orchestra at top,the recrimination is demeaned,
White snakes climbing the poles at this place,
Miracle deconstruct brace,
Utterly,I'm surveying what goes else where,
I'm far perceiving good with bad,
On the mountain...on the mountain,
We have to go,
Just believing the sharp distinctiveness,
I'm a little eagle on neatness,
Feel right,I speak your mode,
Maybe I wish I'd known,
The night bought you freckles,
Thirty-six minutes passed Three o'clock at dawn,
The moon frowned against pond,
Its brightness killed the strength of everyman,
All the time,pictures come from a volition,
Pretend she does fight under sun,
Friday won't be dismayed,...it's a vision,
Other way needs several elsewhere,
Get yourself into deep air,
Further we might go,we could washed the flag neatly,
It seems wholly what came after a touch of help,
Already,motives are alternated,
Can I adulterate the nip?
It's not problematical as who glib,
But teach me the means of consolidation.
It's an extortion...
I linger in fantasies and in dreams,
oh, this is heavenly to me-
In dreams visions come floating it seems,
and I imagine a beautiful rose,
and I am dressed in Victorian clothes
I touch the delicate sweetness,
and admire each petal's neatness.
I drink in the mystical red beauty!
Slowly, petals are opening,
and the life I led is fading,
then, I see myself in repose.
I exist now, only in night fantasy-
As the red rose.
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December 16, 2016
Poetry/Verse/The Red Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 16-858-639-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Stark emptiness fills my perfume bottle,
The vacuum in my vacuity,
Negligence swills it beyond the dottle,
To leave my mind bare of acuity.
For many days its void of content speaks,
But its endurance keeps my freshness plump,
Compliments make its vast emptiness squeaks,
Yet it exhales resentment from its pump.
My shirts already miss its friendliness,
Noses beg to sniff its unique sweetness,
Stale air asks to reclaim lost cleanliness,
Its presence ensures far-reaching neatness.
Importance is etched upon your label,
How I so much miss your fresh aroma,
Your sweet tale cannot be told as fable,
The freshness you bring can't end in coma.
Written: April 29, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place contest winner
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Brian Strand, the bard man—
polite in posture, patient in his perch,
a steward of syllables,
sorting the soft from the strong.
I lift my lines to him—
bare-boned, breath-warm,
stitched with small sorrows
and the shimmer of things I’ve survived.
Back they drift,
brushed aside with a courteous calm,
as if my voice were a visitor
He can’t quite invite himself inside.
No bright badge,
No, kindly clue,
just a quiet decline
wrapped in well-mannered distance.
So I wonder, wise reader—
Is my rhythm too restless,
My truth too untamed,
My cadence carries more candor
than comfort allows?
Maybe my metaphors
wander where his compass won’t,
or my rawness resists
The neatness he names as craft.
Yet still I write—
for poems are not petitions,
and worth is not a window
One judge alone can open.
Brian Strand, the bard man—
You keep the gate with gracious hands,
but I keep the fire,
And flame needs no permission
to rise.
Chosen to be a perfectionist
all things in order
not out of order
the pantry is orderly
the shelves are amazing
the dishes are placed
neatly arranged with a homemade cake
perfectly amongst the race
clean clean clean away
no time wasted, non-worried faces
this is right, that is wrong
a perfect home
If it means being alone
straighten out items, neatness all around
when leaving, must come back to the cleanness
orderly you see, nothing is thrown around
If it is, you have to get down
seemed perfect in all that was done
the atmosphere is right
each day and night
shoes come off at the door
sinks are wiped down after repeated usage
no time for disorderly, nor items misplaced
a day to relax, some days are amazing
the perfectionist, having some patience
what a view being seen
overall, it's clean clean clean
neatness in appearance
nothing out of line
even the clock on the wall
cannot be the wrong time
a picture that is crooked
has to be straighten
don't keep them waiting
Some things are not outdated
not a lent on the floor
that cannot definitely be ignored
a life with the perfectionist
as time definitely goes by
sometimes asking, why? why? why?
the dinner invite, extended settings
just a piece of the delicious apple pie
the hand slightly was hit twice
barely hurt, a smile with love
no, not now, that is the dessert
just wait for the appetizers, the entrees
fancy elegant dinner plates are placed
gold silverware, decors, red flowers, and more
the table is so extraordinary
the view is so nice
the room is full of peace, love, and joy
If you're messy, you might not be invited anymore
oh well, the day has gone
all family, friends, and others went home
until the holidays come again
invitations are amongst limited
maybe next time the host will be the guest
and all, figuring out the rest.
The perfectionist.
Note:
Sometimes a perfectionist will change some guidelines.
Faith, Prayers. Jesus. Grace.
Can this be me? You?
orderly, clean, & neat.
Some people have said that cleaning can be mind relaxing. Also, a form of exercise because you're always moving. After the results, you can see the finishing.
An atmosphere that is suitable to live in.
I gave up on winning my mothers approval because I never received it,
in doing so gave up on winning approval and set free of it,
I do not know what this win offers and thus I do not need it,
I do not crave peoples acceptance thus I do not seek it,
my self worth isn't based on how others choose to perceive it,
I see walking with the herd as a manipulated weakness,
filtering what's heard fronting fake a common feature,
the fitting in the needy fix a superficial fixture,
I'm a human amongst humans yet I am a different creature,
not driven by corrupted gains framing fraudulent picture,
achievements aint achievements if achieved through acts deceitful,
competition comes with honour when done honestly with people,
win or lose the honours true and selfish looks like evil,
sneaky sly behind ones back is hardly strong or lethal,
transparent honesty from me a helpless impulsive speaker,
I'll call you on your gaslighting unfair to those beneath ya,
confronting trouble causes trouble but I cannot leave it,
because trouble causes trouble and shielding it's defeatist,
allowing it only allows the starters to repeat it,
and everytime the trouble grows the trouble is exceeded,
alike approval grows a greedy taste and they must eat it,
too many of them climb the chain, leaderless as leaders,
without a gain to ascertain blind eyes refuse to beat it
avoiding wrongs to awkwardness no lesson my life teaches,
I was made to stand alone and fight them on the beaches,
my path is that, my path, on a course which only reaches,
stature born from fitting in stops freedom and breeds leaches,
the greater your approval needs, the greater is your weakness,
do what right, to do what right brings order and brings neatness
walking my own route through life, wearing my own sneakers!
Earnings
help wanted
long evenings
a service toil of trays
which exhausted smile
the tip
Earnings
high cut mini
her service
always the management's eye
for sex
The table shines
coins in ashtrays
ashes in plates
faces crowded with food
Her service
"Are you finished?"
always the managements eye
for neatness
Earnings
nightly telephone music
always the same
always the management's ear
for music
Rude
they were loud
and their tip was conservative
Earnings
final tally
her husband walked out
her child to clothe
a decent respectable living
her service
always the management's eye
for atmosphere
Published Black Buzzard Press - 1982
Orderly confusion is my little nest,
X-ray vision is almost totally required;
Yes, balanced insanity is needed,
Minor disaster it could be called.
Obviously concealed from a guest,
Randomly organized till desired;
Oddly, cleanups have not succeeded,
Neat mess, I like my things sprawled.
Important trivia I keep in a chest,
Chaotic organization, an obsession wired;
Obscene art, my clothes, a need seeded,
Beyond infinity this beauty enthralled.
Shabby chic is my forever quest,
Expected surprises, second hand inspired;
Small fortune spent unheeded,
Sweet sorrow at times- even I appalled.
Inside out, obsessed, oh I need a rest,
Once again, oh gosh some neatness acquired;
New routine, then my obsession for clutter repeated,
(Oh will this clutter thing ever be resolved)
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August 19, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Rhyme/Obsession
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 819-750-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Oxymoronic Obsession
sponsor, David Lindsay
Honorable Mention
Written: April 06, 2024
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Events emerge inside a cocoon of solitude,
A tale yet to be told, as calm prevails in mollitude.
A serene sanctuary amidst the course of time,
A mild melody of peace subtly whispers sublime.
I connect with my innermost desire,
In search to connect and inspire.
A longing deep within my soul,
To stimulate and compel me whole.
With an artless palm, a gesture of care,
A beating heart, ready to share.
Attentive ear, eager to hear,
Extending kindness is ever-near.
I feel the ache, a void so vast,
Of emptiness, a pain that may last.
Within my soul, in a hollow space,
Where sorrow lingers, without a trace.
A haunting melody, an echo of loneliness,
Whispering gently, a melancholic caress.
In the depths of solitude, its voice resounds,
A poignant reminder where silence abounds.
A melodic tale of yearning and sweetness,
Weight-borne, heavy, and sharp neatness.
In the area of empathy, I offer my embrace,
I enliven my core with warmth and grace.