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Opaque moon our beacon in the night's darkness
In the museum of time the nocturnal hours
are the most annoying.
We creep in the monolith shadows
hiding from the vicious and vindictive.
Frightened by the grim and gruesome
blown out of proportion by fear
and everything that's awful.
We look to the oval moon as a prelude
for delightful daylight.
We take pride and feel fortunate in finding
the dawn, blushing bright, victorious.
We patronize the amazing opening of day,
drawn to her light.
For Shadow's
Make a Poem *2
N/A’d
Darkness versus Light is the theme
Use all the words listed below
*Awful, *amazing, *annoying.
*grim, *gruesome, *delightful.
*frightened, *fortunate, *finding.
*monolith, *moon, *museum.
*oval, *opaque, *opening.
*patronise, *pride, *prelude.
*vicious, * vindictive, *victorious.
9/6/17
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One of a kind
A lady like you is hard to find
Damn girl, you're really fine
Don't need to read in between the lines
My partner in crime
Not dropping dimes
Like these other guys
Was broke, she still stood by my side
Down to ride
Instead of saying goodbye
Was a suprise
And difficult to describe
Got to shine
And provide
After the prize
And dollar signs
Opening up my eyes
Being wise
Continuing to climb
Only given so much time
I'm not telling lies
But go ahead and patronize
Taking flight
Reaching new heights
As we fly
High
Into the sky
I realized
You want to be mine
When we kept seeing eye 2 eye
Going to ask you to be my bride
In the countryside or by ocean tide
A beautiful mind
Thighs and behind
Oh my
It's all been well worth the try
Nothing's coming inbetween you and I
That's the truth no lie
Even when it's do or die
When yesterday’s song forfeited rhythm
And past surrendered to dreams undone,
Spontaneous clamor of poignant echoes
Shattered her image in saddened mirror
Disillusioned by her heart’s revelation.
Merely clinging to clutches of hope
In tomorrow’s beats yesteryears roared
Willing to patronize fixation of love,
Though it was just an optical illusion
In lovelorn expanse of parched desert.
In intrigue of his chivalry she implored
When his seasons evoked spring blossoms
And horizons charmed sunny summers—
Until she realized how spurious glitter
Sparkles from the heart of faux gemstones.
Dismayed, she exits at portal to nowhere
Forced to navigate in sea of despair
When he parted for a new destination.
Expansive is the realm of her new world
Where mixed emotions anxiously ponder,
Yearning tangible results from intangible future
Holding fate accountable to promises of yore.
January 28, 2020
Placed 2nd: Eight word challenge 1, 2020 poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Required words are used in following order:
spontaneous, revelation, patronize, fixation,
intrigue, portal, navigate, tangible
HM: Strand choice 12 contest by Brian Strand
My time in the museum was a prelude to reflection,
for in its many rooms I learned of the vicious acts of awful men
Whose pride had swallowed their humanity. I saw grim exhibits,
proof of how terrified prisoners far less fortunate than their peers
who died from gunfire had suffered gruesome torture,amazing in its brutality.
Oh, vindictive men who think themselves victorious!
If God Himself appeared to them, they’d likely patronize Him,
even knowing judgment time was near!
When I left the museum, the sky had darkened
as if in response to my feelings of dismay as I contemplated
how in modern times, nothing has been learned from history.
So many leaders horrific leaders of so-called civilized nations -
filthy liars with opaque motives. The wise can well see through them!
Finding myself at the opening of a park, I walked into a clearing.
An oval monolith had been erected in this beautifully spacious area.
The moon, once hidden by black clouds, suddenly emerged
as if its sole intent were to cast a lovely glow
upon this magnificent monolith. So delightful did this image appear
I wondered. . . whatever could it be? So I approached it,
and I read the names of prisoners inscribed on its illuminated surface.
Those were the names of those sacrificed to the whims of an evil few.
Their spirits long ago had fled to the heavens.
The light of the moon now reminded me
that darkness will not prevail.
Revised for Skat's PREMIERE Contest Number 15
During the dark dreary cold winter weather
There're times of sunshine and warm rather,
Likewise the moods of a woman you can't trust
Soft as snowflakes at times or cold hard crust.
Hotter than fiercer fire or colder than ice,
Happy or sad - Oh, you'll pay the price!
Placid or provoked, she carries a punch
making the best of us a sore-looking bunch.
Do not step out into this raging storm,
Crawl under the covers and stay warm,
Let the wailing, veering wind pass you by,
Just stay put until you see a clear blue sky.
You may censure me, you can ostracize,
Oh, do review thy lady ere you patronize--
Thus I forewarn the brethren of my ilk,
Fall not for fair face and skin soft as silk.
~A Brian Strand Rhyming Contest.
"When a woman is just a woman" contest by Justin Bordner.
A ship departs a harbor primed with passionate passengers
as she gushes an escape of a portal while it traverses the seas
beyond. It navigate waters while charting a course via skies
revelation of pictorial drafts. Intrigue besets the ships able
-bodied seafarers that patronize these waters, enabling its
travelers of continuous, tangible liaison trading kisses. She
steams to the allure of dance and music, dancers in others
arms interlocked amidst the spontaneous gaze e'er so oft,
of messages from the heart to tender sweet lips to favor. A
fixation develops midst the ship and its patrons being as
one in amour.
2020 January 17
Eight word challenge 1 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
he recognized our logo
and it made me proud,
even here where they
like it simple
and less complicated they see
what we do and recognize our
product as best.
trying to offer more
for less and giving people
something that's
worth having
and something that can
be reliable
from every point of view.
the reason I came here
was to
support efforts for a
clothes and food drive
we are offering those
who patronize us a
hands up. we are collecting
used old clothes
no matter the condition
we are making blankets
stitching holes
restyling wore materials and creating
clothing to be resold at low prices
and custom quilts and blankets for people
who need them.
some will be sold some will be given as charity.
food drives aren't for the extremely poor
these items are discounted for quick sales
and the poor and poorer patrons of the area
can take advantage of
discount prices, and this will be done without
creating an image to where
the poor will be exploited and villainized.
locked in the portal of memory
you navigate and ingress my mind
through the passage of tangible thoughts
that still have the ability to choke me
with the power that lies in lifeless hands
i still hear the echoes of your voice
patronize me from beyond the shadows
that stalk from restless graves
an utterance of words that still burn
in spontaneous little bursts
through to the core of my soul
sometimes your revelation in dreams
has a way to intrigue more than frighten me
the fixation of your eyes locked in stares
angrily piercing through the depths of mine
trying to shatter my heart again and again
while awaiting trails of my tears to fall
against my quivering lips
in a kiss of bitterness
that never comes
in this numbness
you already caused
instead i awaken
unscathed
January 18, 2020
Eight word challenge
Sponsored by John Hamilton
How mysterious a force is intrigue - a poet's plight and salvation, a magnet of unyielding supernatural bliss to our muse. Captivating and drawing us to our mastery of mystery, impetuously impelling us as we patronize our exquisite enigma. We hold our breath to unique and incredible realities as its momentum baits and beckons in a spontaneous burst of exuberant fixation to navigate our tangible senses and eager heart - compelling our revelation to travel through our portal of questions to superimpose our being with magical poetic discourse.
mastery of mystery
beckons enigma
follow your chosen star
Dedicated to the musing of John Hamilton
February 5, 2020
Strand Select E any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
the grim truth behind the pride of viewing
the contents of the museum
is not obvious to the public
some are finding gruesome treasures inside
where men came out victorious from battle
those who were fortunate to return see the awful truth
behind the annoying but amazing comments
heard from frightened soldiers sleeping under the moon
do not patronize these heroes by ogling antiques
saved by the opaque ones who stayed home
do they see the wounded man
hiding behind the monolith of hatred
waiting for an opening to escape the horror
he fought with vicious stamina trying
not to be vindictive in his quest
coming back to a prelude of delightful greeters
waiting in the oval office
to pin a medal on his chest