Long Paragon Poems
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PHOENIX RISING
Gratitude unpaid, attitude shown,
Malice attacks with bruise and rashes
Nobody listens, I talk on my own.
Resilience supports in all clashes.
Phoenix rising fresh from the ashes.
I am a lone traveler in dark days.
Path not illuminated by sunrays.
Paragon does not sink in despondence.
Neither yields hope nor cares blame or praise,
proceeds strong: Epitome of elegance.
03/27/21
N. A
'Phoenix Rising ' Contest by Unseeking Seeker
'Final 2021 N.A. Choice -3 ' Contest by William Kekaula
Respected but more feared
As a man of tempered steel
An expert at ensuring he got
The best of any signed deal.
He got a Degree in Pomposity
From the university of life
Followed by a Masters in
The Obvious and The Trite.
Doctorate soon followed
In Self Righteous Thought,
Waxes forth on Social Media
Where he daily holds court,
Pouring vitriol and scorn
To those who don’t know
Life’s a veritable paradise under
Our beneficent Status Quo.
A paragon of virtue, this
Self proclaimed made man
Telling the world if he can do it
Then surely anybody can.
International businessman
With his modern sweat shop
Using Zero Hour Contracts to
To keep his workers on the hop
He attends religious observance
Al least once every single week
Where he virtuously professes
To be humble, mild and meek.
He’ll probably live for ever
Which really isn’t so very odd:
No Heaven could be big enough
To hold both him and his God.
God be praised for our Pastor’s wife
Virtuous woman* exuded by her countenance
Paragon of spiritual lady’s blest fullness indeed
Fulfilling roles with feminine elegance
Graciously living according to Bible creed
Meeting her family's maternal need.
The Lord be thanked for our Pastor’s wife
Possessing faith of steward with servant-heart qualities
Steadfast as a loving mentor of godly influence
Caring teacher and discipler marked by truth-verities
Diligent homemaker as well as prudent* spouse in her reigning prevalence
Midst her mother and grandmother's joyously cheering presence.
Dear Ma'am Dhel,
Blessed birthday to you. We thank God for your life. You are a blessing to us.
*Proverbs 12:4 - A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband: but she that maketh ashamed is as rottenness in his bones. Proverbs 19:14 - ... a prudent wife is from the LORD.
September 27, 2023
The rotten apple in the cart,
And lowest of the low,
A waste of space, a waste of time,
And not a joy to know,
A heartless witch, a nasty troll,
A trouble-making shrew,
The creature from the Black Lagoon,
And pile of doggy do,
A hateful, wicked bag of slime,
A monster hated for all time.
The mould was broken at her birth,
This angel, dear and sweet,
This blossom, delicate and fair,
Refined from head to feet,
This paragon of virtue glows,
A pearl before the swine,
A perfect rose amongst the thorns,
Champagne compared with wine,
A treasure trove, a swan, a dove,
And saintly lady filled with love.
For Vie’s Let me have it, then kiss my petunia contest
I spent all day shopping for a ruby,
it's my wife's birthstone; nothing else will do.
And I wish to find a true paragon,
though flawless rubies are scarce and few.
I'm hoping for a pigeon-blood red gem
that is as rare and unblemished as she.
And I checked each jewelry shop in town,
but that perfect jewel eluded me.
I was almost ready to give up, when
I spied a cabochon that caught my eye.
A magnificent, resplendent gemstone,
so exquisite, I couldn't pass it by.
Flickering fiery flames frozen in time,
rubies symbolize passionate feelings.
And imbue wearers with a zest for life,
granting favors in romantic dealings.
When I gave my wife the ruby, she wept
tears of joy and wrapped her arms around me.
And culminating with the sweetest kiss
fantasy morphed into reality.
(Quatrain)
07/06/2020
She is Crazy They Told Me
She is crazy, they told me, nuts, certifiable.
Forgetting I am nuts, and crazy, striving for certifiable
"She said this..."
"She had this look on her face...."
"I heard that she....."
I do not hear anything else
The paragon of crazy has entered.
She has purple and blue streaks in hot-pink hair.
Not a wig, but just as delightful, maybe more so.
There is a sticker on each cheek of a spider.
Her forehead is sporting a spider web tattoo.
"Can I touch your spider?" I ask her, holding my breath.
She laughs; a tittering, happy, chime-ful laugh.
A faerie laugh.
The most delightful one I have heard.
The others scatter, taking the rest of their lunches with them.
She can clear out a lunchroom!
Whoa, she is better than I ever imagined.
"You are Caren," she says, "the crazy one."
"You are Wanda," I reply. "You look certifiable."
She asks if she can touch my cobra tattoos.
I tell her, sure, but she has to not try to pull on it, for
it actually covers up my witch mole.
Best friends, born instantly thanks to the
fear and thoughtlessness of the status quo women
who bore the life out of both Wanda and me.
My muse is gone,
good riddance to the witch
And don’t come back,
you extraneous lil b’itch
Off to prey on others,
pour napalm on their souls
Sublimate good poetry,
burn stanzas full of holes
Infiltrate kind minds,
corrupt joyous prayer
Tear apart covenants,
seed corrugated despair
Yeah my muse is gone,
in search of new hosts
To spread vile poison,
through every new post
I’m an angel once again,
deliverance fills each line
A paragon for good,
no more evil rhymes
Champion of the soup,
clear broth I’ll deliver
Served with fava beans,
Chianti, and my muses liver
# Her name is Clarice #
By
David Kavanagh
Innocently, I peeked outside of Eden's gate,
curious to the outcome of Adam and Eve's fate.
Shocked when I saw him wearing a large fig leaf,
a precursor to men's underwear, called 'the brief.'
I beseeched Mother Nature for a gust of wind
and prayed that would not be considered a sin,
but all she delivered was a gentle little breeze.
That was enough to make me fall to my knees.
A flash of his verile manhood was all it took
to make me sigh and then take another look.
Suddenly, I was filled with libidinous desire,
gasping when the wind lifted the leaf a bit higher.
I held my breath, trying not to make any noise,
but I've never been a paragon of grace and poise.
"Who are you?" he said, "What do you want?"
I'm just admiring the fig leaf you proudly flaunt.
No, I didn't really say that. I couldn't speak at all.
I simply admired his physique. Gosh, he was tall!
My cheeks grew warm from the heat of a blush,
and I yearned to touch his bronze skin. What a rush
that would be, but I just stood there like a fool.
I mumbled something silly. Something about a tool.
What could I do after disgracing myself like that?
I offered him a fig leaf, saying, "Thanks for the chat."
If there's a moral to this story, it shouldn't be told,
at least not until I'm either senile or insanely bold.
No man I've ever met since seeing Adam's worth
has measured up to him, not in length nor in girth.
I shouldn't share my tale, but it was a sight to see,
and if you'd been there, you would have to agree.
I planted a fig tree, and through years gone by,
no leaves were large enough to cover Adam's guy.
April 2, 2022
This or That, Vol 11 Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Fig Leaf Theme
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
Through change’s thickets,
a frayed and scratched soul bare.
But when they wanted my kids,
trust, the antidote of despair.
Mercy the sickle upon thorns,
wielded by a noble prayer.
Surprised by an Aunt.
Took her funeral for me to find
her shine, testaments to
a paragon, the selfless kind.
Legacies bleed stains
as life’s pages, we bind.
A poetry community project
betrayed its own art to declare
that for gold’s empty promise,
others mocked and did not care
Vanity’s absolute abstracts
spilled soup, scalded many there.
To Love, when it has you fight
or allows the sight to endear.
For as the vapor is a life,
our memories to disappear.
All but the three enshrined,
from the harvest of this year.
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Contest: My abiding memory
Sponsor:Viv Wigley
Written: 01.09.16