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My Birthday
My Birth day dawned.
Morning made me happy and gay
So many Phone calls,
wishing Very Happy Birth day.
Waited for the desired call,
that did not come.
Family busy to arrange Party,
friends are welcome.
My ears were waiting,
special call to receive sharp.
Morning rolled into noon,
I could not give up.
I became almost sure,
you must be coming in afternoon.
Morose afternoon ended,
and merged in evening soon.
Party was bright with guests,
friends and relatives enjoyed.
Posies of flower spread on table,
Precious gifts I could not avoid.
I greeted all well- wishers,
eagerly waiting for you in vain.
I suppressed my dismay,
no alternative, I had to restrain.
Party was over,
I bade bye to each guest.
I had to retire in bed,
I had to take rest.
Only hope was left,
In dream, I might be in touch,
Last expectation I cherished,
last desire was not that much.
Dream also cheated me,
I could not meet thee.
I turned older,
one year bade bye to me.
04/01/17
'STRAND CHOICE F' Contest by Brian Strand
Still, my voyage to the Capital
A city whose other name rocks with “Aso”
On the rock, yet in the capital
The ruling vampires swim in affluence
They are the upper rockers,
The middle rockers strive to climb the ladder,
While vast majority wallows in misery
They, the lower pauperized rockers.
In the Capital, I did sojourned
Capital were for those whose names
Were engraved with capital letters
For many who smell riches daily
They had no cowries, less of capital
My friends on the Rock
Were the lower cadres
Of the middle Rockers,
For them the pauperized Rockers
In Gwagwalada enroute Lugbe
Whose huts . . abodes were destroyed
Whose kinsmen were rendered homeless
Whose lives were snuffed out
Whose human dignity was compromised
For master plan of the masters
For them, I wept.
And for the bulldozer mercenaries
With toga of larger then life image
Killing . . . destroying many with impunity
Rendering millions homeless with
No alternative homes or huts
Allocating lands to the Pot-belly rogues
Turning the doors of public taxis to private pockets
For them, I laugh hysterically
For they are no more today
Dismissed with the dark era of the
Ugly King with the protruding belly.
Or there is any where for thee to hide
within this our friendly galy tide
or thus our country can endure a sly
of air or unidentified folly
oh! here is now weary of thy a style
to strike, state and define only a tale
and dividing mountains and rivers shores
thee how may long to complain its funs
evil is a hot charcoal in the dark
now tell us how could such be a dreamed rank
oh! thee pedagogue of all summer ice
we still have no alternative chance
than to reap thy a rocketed blocks
were it built and lied yesterday days
were all monsters and dragons confederated
to give thee a meaning or love or a bond
we have never and ever accept
to live by such rules, oh! corrupt?
nor nature shows that a shadow
nor still culture would once draw
a semblance to such corruption
even nightmares are so holly to mean
oh! goblin of syndrome bewitching earth
unkind itching, a fool's happy path
we will never remain dwarfed
nor whose country or continent shall fiend
nor which government is only fourty
or fifty two only seeming funny
or when we are asked we remain shaken
whose then shall be the burden?.
Highly sunshine in out of the house.
The animals are very discord in that temperature,
Water of the canal also highly heat.
For temperature, legs can't keep there.
Fishes are running too and fro.
Maybe They want to keep
their selves in shadow.
Birds are in the nest,they don’t fly
they Keep safe themselves in their nest.
Chickens are taking rest on the tree,
behind the leafs.
A cow is calling hamba hamba.
An ass is calling bray bray.
A goat is going to death.
They all need water, but where is water?
There is no water,burning sun is absorbing all water.
Desert and desert all over the world,
So,Everywhere need raining.
Emergency getting life, water has no alternative.
Sun rays should be cold,wind should be blowing
Shadow needs, shadow.
Heavy Rain would be down.
The whole world will wet with a gentle cold rain.
Buying Rubies
I spent my day shopping for Rubies
to buy gift for my daughter sweet Sophia
while on tour in the city Bangkok.
Went to the biggest Gem Factory in Asia.
That was the last day of our tour
Obviously, small amount of dollars left.
Asked for the gem in lowest price
They showed four tiny rubies set in locket.
I told frankly about my limited budget
I was attracted with the descent design
and I did not want to lose the locket,
as I was assured that gem was genuine.
They made attractive discount to satisfy the tourist
Yet total dollars were not enough.
I told my inability and was about to leave.
No alternative, situation turned tough.
They insisted and repeatedly requested
not to refuse their discounted offer.
I opened my purse and overturned.
Including coins short fall of forty dollars.
I decided to come out of the factory.
They packed the locket and handed over with smile
I did not ask any favor but that was the result.
How much margin they keep counting profit in their style?
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07/27/20
Eighth Place
'First Line Prompt-3' Contest by Julia Ward
Fitted in well the fine role of a marvelous villain,
Soaked in senile hellish wisdom, he knew who to grill in;
He was he, though he had his numerous clone duplicates,
He was the lone master of his horrid hell-hounding fates...!
Like the original Omega, the regulator,
Channelizer of the blood and its nutrition cater;
Power of spawn Omega has no alternative, too,
He could make or mar any marvel, from out of the blue...!
Fighting against the hell was, for him, like eating candy,
He ended many hell powers, though his acts seemed sandy;
Did he decide to invade and conquer the Earth, none knows,
His battles, conquering the planets, like rockets fast goes...!
Striking anyone or anything that stands in his way,
Over the hell, heaven, and earth Omega has his sway;
Spawn, wonder woman, Superman, Batman... all are great tales,
To grow our kids in adventures, these are, yet, rails and trails...!!!
22 April 2023
Spawn Variants Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: Syllable Counter
"Child Labour"
Jyotsna Bhabi lost her husband in fatal accident
the sky fell on her head like a thunderbolt in that incident.
there are two of her sons; aged about seven to ten
who will give them food when the society is the blind to pretend?
Jyotsna Bhabi works to wash dishes in four houses
cleans the houses to provide food to them working in garbage.
Can she fulfill everyone to feed by small earnings
no one is kind to them nor there are such blessings.
One day the merchant gave offer to give two of her son
in exchange for labour, food will be given to that bloom,
can a mother could refuse such a golden call?
when surrendering can carry lots of food in return!
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Child labour; So what do I say has no alternative
the society has no real ideas it to thrive.
I stopped at a rock eternal and free,
In mineral apparency to pronounce the gee;
No alternative life forces of strong or weak measure,
Only meaning - pure, rugged truth to pleasure.
Aligned with flower, hill, mountain, lion, bird,
Gliding through evolution to before the unseen third;
Taxonomy lived and cradled the morphemes marked,
Abstraction fired, dynamising the box of the larked.
Evolution converged into this one rock,
Into its within, the pinnacle, the spot;
Diversities of plumage, colour, mutation and ugly,
Kissed and drove the beauteous into the pure lovely.
Feeling that purpose exists - rationality sparked,
Spirited from a permanency permeating the parked;
As all life unravelled from its completeness harked,
Blood pulsed into wrists complementing the marked.
Logic resided firmly within the rock, but with arms open,
Axiom, predicate and proposition did talk,
Maths derived particle law, somatics, spread, order,
Genetic drift claimed the formulaic functions of red border.
God glimpsed silently not wanting to unfairly relate,
Or intrude uninvited, backwards at engaging the gait,
Nor saying, hello nor barking at this maker of this life,
Allowing a reciprocal glimpse to fetch his quivering fife.
Goodness existed needing coursing expression, for me,
For others, for warm, for distance with respect to see,
Foundations deep tentatively approached, shimmying forwards,
My glinting understanding of my navigation, my way - towards.
Changed by this meeting, positively forever and for all,
The place, the loci stood arriving in my hall;
The kindness afforded in remembering the Bang, the starts,
Cuddled the indestructibility of the immortality that departs.
Getting near the end of my journey
going to miss all this new stuff a-coming
The future is going to be so exciting
like we've never experienced before
Are we ready?
Ready or not, hang on to your panties
this will be beyond anything
we've ever experienced previously
a revolutionary new way
of trading... it's called BITCOIN!!!
Basically it will eliminate the need
for conventional currency
allowing people to send or receive money
across the internet without being linked
to any real identity
The mathematical field of cryptography
is the basis for Bitcoin's security
Ready of not it's on it's way
It will take time to adjust but adjust we must
there will be absolutely no alternative
My mind ponders the effect it will have
especially on less developed countries
Time will tell and I'm at a stage in life
that I won't see the outcome
but by all previous monumental changes
throughout history
humans have always learned to adapt
AND WE WILL AGAIN!!!
Within the swirling currents of stars
He materializes, a silhouette against chaos
He is the whisper throughout time of stories untold
Worn out boots pound the cracked pavement
The echoes of centuries ripple beneath him
He carries a heavy urgency within his heart
He carries the truth, secrets, and all the lies
In the alleyways where shadows conspire in silence
Sleepy eyes wide awake in the rising dawn
Boisterous laughter falters, the world stills
That moment suspended, all breaths held in
This traveling Starman opens his mouth to speak
Pausing showing his sad eyes meeting doubt
"Time is such a fragile entity" he states
"Yet it bends for those who dare listen"
He is the only sound heard, the voice of time
He outlines all that has led up to now
For his people, because to them he is a God
And The Savior is here to warn the tides
"Protect what you love and abandon frivolous material"
"Keep thy community strong and your house stronger"
"Do not worship false idols, do not give into temptation"
"And tempted you will be, The Whispering Storm is near"
Subtle gasps quickly hush as everyone huddles closer
Everyone's heart beats faster than time itself
"What lies in the Whispers of Winds is the truth"
"The truth spun drastically for one to believe"
And the legends tell once you believe there is no alternative
Your Soul becomes part of this ever-growing storm
And it becomes evil...It becomes the death...
As all you love will get swallowed with who believes
He ends with starlit tear drops falling from his eyes
For he has seen the power of the storm, he almost believed
He almost gave into temptation if it weren't for those he loved
So he protected them in the end, love prevailed his time
He turns and slowly glides past the masses of His people
Questions being thrown from every direction go unanswered
Because the only answers have to come within ones self
And those answers carry the weight of this world
Into the folds of existence upon untraveled paths
He fades...Fades away to another time, another place
Leaving only the echo of his words within their hearts
Leaving to where he knows he can never return
Because he already knows the outcome...
Written for poetry contest "Starman" on 11/18/2024
Hosted by: Tom Woody Form: Dramatic Verse
PLACED 5TH PLACE IN CONTEST