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A tiny little surgery garden so charming and attractive
with its shrubs rooted by garments, gold, timber and fish.
Lush tropical Islands, stretched by
lengthy, sweeping fluffy white sand beaches,
with densely but well spread pillars of palms’ radiance
and fronted by crystal clear acquamarine waters;
wet beauty in beach seduction, mobile cocktails, balmy evenings,
vibrant coral reefs and an irresistible breath of calm
at a gradual gorgeous sunset.
One out of every three of its over three hundred boundaries
making up its map
is embraced by Life and blessed with living activities.
It’s the sole owner of the red and white
so familiar to the hibiscus
and an annex to the dwelling of Indians.
Ruled by simplicity and affordability in lifestyle,
yet twas amazingly once a jungle of warfare and cannibalism,
all thanks to the re-modeling from Christianity
to bring out this light once hidden
in the stinking jacket of barbarism.
Pure and perfect praise of yours pleases Him
A proven precept that provides peace and pleasure.
The priest’s persistent preaching is propitiated
Pains and problems of the perturbed are placated.
Prayer is the best panacea of all perils and panics.
Hold out palms and perform pleas to Him profusely.
Pours pity from paradise on the pathetic people
The prodigious God perceives the prayers we proffer.
Penance and praising of Him presents us prowess
Pray the paramount power and beg to protect us.
ALLITERATION REGARDING RELATIONSHIP
WITH GOD Poetry Contest
Alliteration poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Date:05-09-2020
Placed : 2nd
In sun and in rain,
Toils of broken soles and blistered palms.
And the journey, tedious, ends in the dank
Leaves of a breathless forest; so rancid the undergrowth,
Hissing signals of danger in the darkest foliage of mankind.
I cringed alone.
So unkempt this unholy place, where the sun is
Mocked; so ungraceful, yet so glorious.
So cautious these woods, where the panthers,
At noon, watch with the keenest of eyes, silent.
Cadaverous each leaning wood, and misleading,
Every thorny path and track . . .
I have journeyed,
And so precious my journey that I seek life among
The living, and have thus toiled until I gathered and
Garnered the speckled pages of the apothecary’s creed.
Now the leaves in the cauldron boil, squeezed!
The content stored for squirting life into the living.
a thin line sparks combustibles, hot spots on the palms of your feet, ignored
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9/23/2017
An unedifying wodge of a f@ggot’s unlit f@g,
Sat upon the unbitten flesh of his lower lip.
A moonlit spotlight skittered through the skylight,
Drawn down to a randy bastard’s come congealing upon her clit.
The liquid surface of her sherry glass eyes glistened,
Alike a bloodily blotched blade, alight with a crimson sheen.
The blunted blade receding, whence her legs enclosed within,
Like an un-burly butterfly, closing its withered wings.
Frilly flames licked at the lanky tip of a bored bastard’ titular tab,
Somersaulting rivets of smoke swivelled in a dainty plume of perforated performance.
Vivid branches of blotchy blues sat askew upon her ashen flesh,
Against the glossy maroon that marred his wrinkled chest,
The uneven wash of eager flush dawned upon the flesh of his wettened neck.
Vascular roots twined with the pale pink of a rose,
Arose to unfurl from the hollow of his clavicle, up his white throat
Her palms were damp, veins unveiled beneath rancid rot,
Outpoured from her open pores.
Alight with the lilac-blue of ignited night skies,
Mightily reigned by the mid of night.
She had become a mackerel within his make believe,
Nipping at the sea front’s air struggling to breathe.
Gooseflesh rippled across her hollow breast,
Whence he advanced with the gait of his senior state,
Outreaching tobacco stained fingers, to encroach the small of their stiffened peaks, so
The hollow of her breast staggered and sought the stagnant skies.
And where in the repeating retreat of associated countenance
Her eyes crept beneath the bedded covers, in their dissociated acceptance
Perhaps to haps the coarse comfort of the eventide,
Or to suckle the succulent rays of blistering sunlight.
And whence his drawl lulled into the languid pull of slumber,
His lame limbs sought the crease between her breasts.
And whence the moon dimmed, the night-lilac of the sky,
Swallowed the ‘bundant bruising beneath her eyes.
Part 1 -complete-
I got my mind on my money and money on my mind/
Cat scan if you like you'll tell I ain't lying/
Verse One
Money is all I know all I see and remember/
From January to December I'm about seeing my figure/
From big Bens down to the pennies and nickles/
I want it all, you can call me a penny pincher/
Pennies for my thoughts add to a couple million/
I paint a perfect picture money stacked taller than buildings/
Everybody getting money, me and my minions/
It's a domino effect because all of us getting it/
I can be a billionaire and still won't go in my pockets/
I never understood it ain't tricking if you got it/
If I gotta throw mines then I guess I don't got it/
I ain't never been that type I want all of my profit/
Money hard to come by my momma not a doctor/
My dad is not a lawyer, and my uncle is not a rockstar/
but I'm trying to rock hard so I want it all/
And when it comes to the money, I'ma get it till I fall/
Verse Two
From being locked in the Penitentiary, I learned the value of money/
Because when I was dead broke it wasn't close to funny/
But I never been a dummy and I always had a hustle/
BY any means necessary, I'ma get something/
Everyday, I think of different ways to try and make a dollar/
And making my own money, I'm proud of/
Women wanna holla, dudes wanna be prostitutes/
Because they think I hit the lottery since I got a lil bread/
But really I'm just popping because the charts be topping/
And they think that I'm dropping but they outta their heads/
I get out of bed, thinking, money, money, money/
My palms steady itching so I know it's coming/
They told me if they hating on me then I'm doing something/
Because if I wasn't doing something, my name wouldn't be humming/
But I'm only worrying about the only thing on my mind/
And the only thing on my mind, is on it all the time/
The possibilities are endless
With every new scientific discovery.
There is inspiration to invent devices
That improve quality of life
And save lives in the process.
Spin with the wave and slow it down
With drones and electromagnetism.
Entropy and vacuums.
Spin with the wave, then slow it down
With science and ingenuity.
Catch the wind and spin, hook in
The eye of the storm is calm
Harness the power of the gods
Right there in our palms
Think of the all the lives you'll save
All the kids that won't meet Oz
If only we could stop
Take time to ponder the devastating
Disastrous whirlwinds of the gods
Drop a probe down the eye
Let it spin, let it fly
Revolutionize the times
With the greatest challenge of all
Saving lives, having fun with everything resolved.
In My Dappled Dream I Saw You
In my dappled dream I saw you,
Your shimmering ghost, young again,
As we were, when soft flares hid your brown legs,
There, in the warm April shadows, us
Astride an old beach blanket on the grass of Corona.
1971 was sensational when we were 19 years old;
We held each other like lovers afoul in the neutral shade,
And kissed deeply there, as ants found crumbs of cookies,
Laid there by swishing palms in the dishonest sunlight.
Oh lady, it was madness most discrete, indeed,
behind the boyfriend’s back, miles away to the east;
You found new passions in our discretions there,
You delivered moist messages with muted giggles there.
Oh lady, you were wildly untrue to him that day!
Rolling as young leopards at play,
Our lips found its prey with mindless precision,
There, in the afternoon spectacle of leering light,
Of young lovers deliberately cheating,
Tendering desperate embraces in the perfumed shadows.
Success is not a Capitalist Cheat nor an Old Whore that seduces the innocent
Away from the door of Freedom
Good Fortune is not a mere happenstance that unfairly favors the Wealthy
It is the rain of daily sunlight
Into the upstretched palms
Of the embittered man
Who can't take one drop more
Of the sewage he calls Capitalism...
But I understand...
When one has lived too long in the day
He may appear to forget the howls
And wails
Of those whose only light has become the moon
Because they never see the Sun
Because they are at work
From the time before the Sun gets up,
Until after the time He goes down...
These are the night-possessed
Whose only hope is to transform the world
Into peat for the fire
And to burn it down...
But then we would all be were-wolves --
There will no-one left to be meat,
And we will hunger
More than before...
At least let some be sheep
Who will play the Sacred Lambs
And be food
For the poor,
Heart-broken wolves
Who starve in the stick-like forests,
Devoid of happy hopes
Who light the fires
And burn the very forest
Down around them
Hoping for warmth
Until there is no fuel
But only
Cold Ash
What was once a World
Is now become
A nuclear terror
A winter of the heart
Where selfish men
Hand out sandwiches --
Hundreds! --
Without any meat
Between the bread...
Poor wolves!
Skin stretched,
Ribs sticking out.
I would care for them
And feed them
All their lives
If I could
And let them write poetry
And tend
The Holy Garden,
Made Holy by a rain
Of clean sweat
Shed under the Sun!
But I have only my blood to give...
Fine then!
I will bleed
That they might not hunger
Whom the world
Has treated poorly...
Only I can bleed
Only so many days
Till I am dead...
Poor wolves!
Poor world!
Upon whom
Shines only the Cold
And selfish moon
Sent to stretch their shapes
Into eternal suffering...
We had best have a beginning again
That nurtures the Earth
And plants new trees
And teaches the now-silver wolves
To eat fruit
Again!
But only a happy dance
Only a happy dance
Will save them free,
Will save them free,
Will save them free,
Till Victory
Shines down
And they drink from the puddles
Of golden light
From the puddles of golden light
And transform into men
Again!
Love is that funny thing.
it tickles our heart dumb
kicks our feet sideways
bumps our head
twists our tongue
pulls our nose
puts the fear into our hands.
It makes us turn left
when we wish to be right.
Spins us numb
until day turns to night
until stars begin to align.
Love is that normal thing.
Breathing heavy after a long run
palms that sweat
knees that shake.
Squatting the weight of our heavy hearts
pumping the love we crave
signals the brain to a foolish thing
waters the pillow we sleep on.
Love is that serious thing.
Breaks our heart or stitches it together
lets us see or strikes us blind
rip our hair out and tear our eyes apart
lets us walk on water or the Devils ground.
We lose our way back home
to the space we claimed safe.
Sucks the life out of us
revitalize our soul.
Love is that addicted thing
When we come down from it
You'll hate love
until new eyes meet the heart
until new ideas