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Eyes strained,
Breath held,
Waiting has been too long...
to add to the chain started by so many pioneers…
Then it was time for one to make the change.
So many rise with ambitions to be "The one"!
Oh, but midway they are just lost and
giving up, leaving them all more frustrated than before.
You thought you could be that agent of change: From there!
Long awaited by the desperate ones in the queue
who were not chosen to wear those lucky shoes,
you felt you only worked hard and you deserved it: from here!
Right! But you were chosen like so many to be the change.
Alas, you let yourself be carried away like lulled
to doom by the sirens' enchanting voices; rewards, money and
power; they gloat your fame and boast about your abilities….
Sadly all fake demonstrators and opportunists who fly with birds of…
"fine feathers in fine weathers"!
Open your eyes to overcome your blindness and unlike your predecessors,
Think about why you were chosen…...
For there is always, still time for improvement!
9/12/2016
178 words (checked on howmanysyllables.com)
Amazing antiquated alluring alligators
Bending ballistic beyond belief barbells
Crushing curious crimson crucial crocodiles
Delighting dark dank daring darling dwarfs
Enormously elongated elves effortlessly enthusing eagles
Feeling frisky, ferocious, fervently, fanatically fine.
Green gators goading gregarious grievous gargoyles
Hyped up hungry hippos happily hurrying and heading
Into illustrious inlets, ignoring ignorant iguanas.
Jealous jumping jaguars juggle jagged jade jewels,
Kosher kicking kangaroos kill koalas with kindness
Laughing loons languish luxuriously and lightly
Meaningful monkey mascots masticate meaty meatballs
Nevertheless, nefarious needle noses nest in the north.
Opportune opportunists ostracize osprey and ostriches.
Pathetic purple porpoises propose to propel pouting princess.
Queen quickly and querulously questions this
Respectful, responsible, roughnecks readily respond rapidly.
Sadly sensuous swallowtails sing seriously and solemnly.
Taking terrific tubs of time to think
Understanding unilateral Unitarianism
Verifying various variegated varmints who vegetate
While willing whales wish worm water would wander away.
‘Xacting ‘xpecting ‘xtra ‘xams
Young youthful yellow yaps and yips
Zing zanily and zestily into this zealous zebra zoo.
Steeped in mysterious magic
fearlessly they go
an eerily mischievous bird
you’re never far from a crow
Mystical messenger of the occult
blackest black obsidian plume
baneful omen of death they fly
loudest squawking cawing loom
Many become a murder and
Dickens’ “clerical bird” alas
abounds in much of folklore plus
an omen of change to come and pass
Ominous with foreboding presence
intelligent with cunning scheme
dominant from high in branch
the Shaman’s totem in a dream
A harbinger guiding souls thereafter
a bird of Morrigan’s war and strife
death it seems surrounds although
Bran The Blessed’s giant life
Scruffily nesting high above
bold and swooping on the moor
familiar sight to all who sees
while Keepers of the Sacred Law
Impressive and powerful of un-phased force
tearing without a fuss they eat
opportunists lurking, stalking by
scavenging decay and roadkill meat
A witch’s familiar and wizard’s friend
the alchemist’s first stage
shapeshifting through mysticism
the all knowing, all seeing sage
Of superstition singularly unlucky
but luck would then mean two
three and four in health and wealth
no good, five and six for you
Smartly attired this bird of lore
with fear and with respect
living around and closely within us
an unfathomable intellect
Nature and supernatural alike
realms with ease they merge
from Wicca to mythology
a real otherworldly surge
A four by four of all terrain
from all around they gloat
thankfully an abundant friend
thus ends this Corvid’s note
IN A NOWHERE LAND
I feel like a crazy, mad woman,
chafed and losing my patience.
Feeling so bad, ready to explode
or needing desperately to explore
and get lost to point of no return
or to find a nowhere land.
The nowhere land that is hard to find.
The land where there is humanity
with humaneness, benevolence.
And there is togetherness and unity.
I want to be a nowhere woman,
in a mystical or nowhere land,
living and wandering like a nomad,
a gypsy, a rolling stone, a vagabond,
where I don’t have to witness the divide,
and the selfishness of humankind.
When is this troubled time going to end?
This point of time full of unrest, discontent.
Ongoing protests on multiple causes,
opportunists trashing businesses,
looting, stealing, damaging properties,
the law enforcements’ brutality
and now the deployments of federal
forces to deal with ongoing protests.
There is also ongoing uncertainty.
The contagion with it’s sweeping upturn
with no sign of slowing down or downturn.
Everything around is so out of control
with unmasked people walking around,
group gatherings and no respect of others.
Life just goes on with no direction,
it appears fuzzy with no explanation.
You cannot even go down the bend
without feeling exposed or guarded.
Days, months passed by and gone,
like they were snatched, taken or stolen
without a trace, like we are in a trance.
Life goes on; but missing any substance
like no importance to remember or embrace.
No color, without depth, meaningless.
I yearn for all the things I used to do,
I long for my freedom to just go,
I miss the friends I used to see regularly,
I’m longing for the fire and feeling zesty
that dancing with gusto brings me.
I miss the poetry readings that move me.
I want to be a nowhere woman
in a mystical or nowhere land,
a land free of the chaos going on,
a land untouched by the contagion,
living and wandering like a nomad,
a nomadic, free-spirited woman,
safe and at peace.
8/31/20 Completely Your Choice Brian Strand
any form any theme
judged on 9/1/20, received N/A
9/28/20 N-A Re-Run 11 Poetry Contest John Hamilton
From the word 'born', she was made to be a queen.
From the weight numbers 7.7 lbs., she was born to be queen.
She was daddy's girl and mother's pearl, a gift to the world.
Not all queens are strong, but this future queen was born strong.
Although some thought her to be mean, she wanted to be fair to all.
If in this queen's presence, someone acted or spoke unapproving, she
simply stared you down until you wished yourself to be invisible. This
stern queen believed in and practiced 'exceptionalism' like none I had
ever witnessed, and tokenism had no place in her presence.
She pursued 'education for all', and 'full employment' was her goal.
She believed in hard work and earning, not whining, one's way to success.
Queen Grace gave her best and from everyone else, she expected no less.
Queen Grace ruled with an iron fist, commanding respect from everybody.
She desired that long after her demise, her people would enjoy the fruits of both her labors and those of others in her kingdom. Future generations would be proud. She had inherited a solid foundation from her parents and was determined to make it even better.
There have been and always will be those who will fix things only temporarily.
Many are opportunists and do just enough to win the popularity contest or the next election. Not so with Queen Grace, who seemed to have had things figured out the day she was born. She refused to build a kingdom on hay, stubble, and wood. On the contrary, Queen Grace labored to leave a legacy built of pure gold and silver. "She wrought her people lasting good".
"She wrought her people lasting good", Alfred Lord Tennyson
081322PSCtest, Difficult Poetry Contest, Julia Ward
The World's 'One Day Wonders,' 'the' is borrowed
it's an article, they are transmitting
a way of thinking, theirs--much rather showed
--be their forte. What's that word, sort of, goad
people? I did say 'theirs', way of thinking.
There has been someone who creates a scene.
It's sort of their job, naught that they're been paid
for their services, but they are quite keen
at what they do. An elaborate screen,
an opportunists, hated for their trade.
A puppeteer, user, trash disposal,
all necessities, their operations
to be prosperous. They will finagle
and infiltrate, and if they're successful,
establish themselves in your foundations.
Can you smell the fear,
That is now everywhere,
Even where there is protective gear,
And media outlets of the year.
Extremists and opportunists the only ones to cheer,
As the grieving are tossed up in the air,
While others steal their gear,
It is just not fair,
That those who profess to care,
Are turning a blind ear,
While planning more ways to spread fear.
When the dust begins to clear,
Who will have power they don't want to share,
And who will have kindness to spare,
Who will have a list of people they want to scare,
And who will be worse off than before,
Who will be deciding what is fair,
And who will be counting money they have made from the fear in the air.
The only things that seem clear,
In this atmosphere,
Is that cosmetic surgery will not clear the air,
And extremism will only spread more fear,
Money cannot replace kindness or a listening ear,
And if we don't give back some dignity to those in despair,
Fear will always be in the air,
Extremists will always be there to cheer,
With media outlets reporting on all they care to share.
Amazing antiquated alluring alligators
Bending ballistic beyond belief barbells
Crushing curious crimson crucial crocodiles
Delighting dark dank daring darling dwarfs
Enormous eager elegant elephants equally excited
Feeling frisky, ferocious, fervently, fanatically fine.
Green gators goading gregarious grievous gargoyles
Hyped up hungry hippos happily hurrying and heading
Into illustrious inlets, ignoring ignorant iguanas.
Jealous jumping jaguars juggle jagged jade jewels,
Kosher kicking kangaroos kill koalas with kindness
Laughing loons languish luxuriously and lightly
Meaningful monkey mascots masticate meaty meatballs
Nevertheless, nefarious needle noses nest in the north.
Opportune opportunists ostracize osprey and ostriches.
Pathetic purple porpoises propose to propel pouting princess.
Queen quickly and querulously questions this
Respectful, responsible, roughnecks readily respond rapidly.
Sadly sensuous swallowtails sing seriously and solemnly.
Taking terrific tubs of time to think
Understanding unilateral Unitarianism
Verifying various variegated varmints who vegetate
While willing whales wish worm water would wander away.
Xavier's ‘Xacting ‘xpecting ‘xtra ‘xams
Young youthful yellow yaps and yips
Zing zanily and zestily into this zealous zebra zoo.
I spent years depressed and out of luck
at my lowest low friends opt to show me up
boasting achievements whilst I clearly suck
they're seeking a victory over me, stuck
taking shots at a man at his lowest
a friend in fact, one feeling hopeless
one up opportunists showing I have less
desperate and horrible yet only I noticed
I was in a place he should be helping
I've said that man's bitter and selfish
shallow enough to shoot and raise a fist
kick a man when he's down, as I had insist
better than a man who's stuck at his worst
a man he should help but his ego comes first
a victory decent folk would declare worthless
Kev, equal to bottom winning with a sick thirst
accomplished with the kids and wife you're married to
but I rejected her mate whilst she rejected you
she wouldn't of let you in her pants for life
if she wasn't a last chance circumstantial wife
she likes 'em talk dark and handsome
but sod it you'll do
pasty bald and witless
stood at 4 foot 2
an insight as to why you kick out with that shoe
and friends down at their lowest stuck lost without a clue
so you can keep your medal mate and your lady too
rejected by the football team then settling for you
You kick me when I'm down
win when we share common ground
and now I've stood back up
you're still a selfish angry clown
You've heard it before that love is the answer.
What of those who are incapable of being loved and giving love?
The loveless sniffing the throat of society
Predators in the mist spreading their stench.
Lifting their leg on societal dreams.
Opportunists waiting for an opening.
Of which rose colored courts are providing.
With four-leaf clover revolving doors.
Gambling on our dime-with our lives.
Spinning vermin back into our throats
killing our songs time after time.
One hundred and three prior arrests for this latest pest.
Not the poster child for "prison reform, that they were hoping for...
One hundred and three prior arrests.
Including assault and sexual predation.
His latest game,
He nonchalantly punched a ninety-two-year-old white lady.
Knocking her to the street...
You say love is the answer-I say not in all cases.
Rabid slugs belong to none but the grave.
One hundred and three prior arrests. And counting.
a true story