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Contest Name: When my life changed
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Date: August 17, 2025
Winds of change arrived at my door without a single hint of rain
He asked me if I wanted to move to Toronto and I said a quick yes
Every road leads to Rome when your desperate for escape
No one knew the ache I held in my heart at twenty years of age
My little baby was only one, I craved to get away from family drama
You never know what you get when you finally open Pandora's box !
Life abroad was different then I expected. I soon got homesick and
I missed my family, regardless of how dis-functional it was. I sadly
Fumbled for I felt like a giant hand suddenly erased all my past.
Every path I took was a path of denial, soon I began to crumble.
Close to my 33rd birthday my thirteen year old was depressed so I got
Help and through counseling, I realized how much I had been holding in.
Approval of others I no longer needed, I learned to pave my own path.
Nightingales sing best at night, in my silver years I finally healed.
God is good for he have me a kind man who stood by me through it all
Eagles soar highest when they are free to fly, I'm now at peace.
Dulcet moments on the heart arrived and I'm glad for I am still Alive !
Mystery of a life born from another,
cry of the baby and death of the mother,
amidst war, military tent in the wild,
during the royal birth of her fourteenth child.
little pink princess wailed for maternal milk,
blue and cold lay the queen, blood dripping from silk!
her warrior husband king had conquered the north,
diamonds and wealth, his victories brought forth,
would richen his kingdom like never before,
but loss of beloved wife made his heart sore,
he held his sweet infant by his dead dear wife,
his battle scars hurt but much less than his life,
victorious yet he dropped to knees and wept,
most beautiful she, he loved, forever slept,
from the dark burning cinders of his lost love,
his passion, undying zeal with treasure trove,
he built a marble tomb to bear her remains,
on shores of silver river from godly domains,
river that holds a mirror to marble stones,
even the bright full moon her absence bemoans,
myriad stars spread on a canvass of black,
perhaps witnessed thir romance now wish her back,
five centuries have passed since that fateful day,
beauty, elegance of tomb pave an ethereal way,
whisper to lovers who watch with disbelief,
that true love can defeat death, conquer grief!
on love pilgrimage bare feet at Taj Mahal,
marble tomb is now a temple of love ~ for all!
History of the event in brief
Queen Mumtaz died giving birth to a girl child, on 17th June 1631. Shajahan, the king and she were so much in love, she stayed with him even during the war.
She died in a tent from haemorrhage during delivery.
The King commissioned the Taj Mahal made of pure Marble stones on the shores of river Yamuna!
Silhouetted against the blue sky, Taj mahal stands to this day as a monument to Love!
It was completed in 1653, but soon after the king was imprisoned by his own son and died lonely in a small cell. His body was then smuggled out by his loyal followers and buried next to his beloved queen in Taj mahal!
Written 18/09/2020
2nd placement
History of an Event contest
sponsor William Kekaula
A world of looming danger
Save my soul oh God
Remove my shadow from the table of vanity
Pave my way with the light I need
Show me the star I am
And never let my spirit separate from it
The day are tougher
Yet you make my soul hotter to face
The era of intoxication
How can I ever leave your presence oh God
With out gratitude
Cos you give me life in the midst of darkness
You water my plant to grow on peace
Despite the distractions of the day
Your grace remains stable to fitter my deformities
Despite an not perfect yet you love me
Above all you keep guiding my soul in
A world of looming danger
A world of looming danger
Guide my spirits oh God
Cos I don't walk with shame
Am proud of your blessings upon my life
I keep walking like the world is mine cos
I refuse to see the world on peoples terms
And I wear the lenses of a chosen soul
I got my spirits in tight with my ancestors
And God is the light I carry
So I can speak and drink with the devil untouched
I can shake the hands of my demon's
Unharmed
I can walk on cracky land with no sows
despite all the troubles of the days
I still live so blessed with my pains in
A world of looming danger
I’m chasing akkermansia
I’m racing to the health shop
Hopping from aisle to aisle
So that I can find some beneficial bacteria
I need more akkermansia
So I have to change my food!
This is essential to the quality of life
Walnuts could help me and
Set me free of the bad bacteria
Pomegranate juice and Cranberry Juice could pave the way
I know that sugar can destroy the good bacteria
While akkermansia can help me get rid of some toxins!
I’m looking for sauerkraut in aisle one
This might be quite fun
To my left, Kimchi shouts at me
While the apple cider vinegar points to me
Further down I see the dill fermented cucumbers
All of it appears to be sour but I realize that
This could be the power in the gut for transformation!
In the end, I need more akkermansia
So I have to change my food!
This is essential to the quality of life
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Soon We Celebrate the Day
By Franklin Price
12/22/2016
Soon we celebrate the day
When Jesus Christ was born
Most likely not the actual
Historians are torn
No question that it happened
Doesn't really matter when
Christians among us all agree
He came to save us from our sin
Born in a stable
There was no room at the inn
Could not have been a humbler place
For our Savior to begin
The angels gathered 'round Him
You could hear their voices sing
The guiding star above the place
Brought the wise men kings
The shepherds left their flocks to come
They could not stay away
Driven to bear witness
To the Christ child born that day
There's much more to His story
On the cross, earth's life would end
To pave our way to heaven
Christ took with him our sin
If we have faith that's how it happened,
Believe that's the way it went,
We will meet Him at the right hand,
Of God, where he was sent
I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage,
but this bitter will get better and steal the stage.
I'm out to lay a new way suitable to a renegade,
angrily squashing this yellow fruit into lemonade,
using the skin to pave a golden route in the trade,
writes rooted in the age of this transitional upgrade.
No scourge can submerge the courage I preserve under the surface,
that purrs with an urge to hand carve words with power and purpose,
this marvellous occurrence undoubtedly surges to resurface,
and repeatedly emerges delivering perfectly superb verses.
Attempts to pull curtains on my spirit,
only teach knowledge that I inherit,
I react and catch before impact to my merit
and you can't collapse the soul of this poet.
Everyone falls but my core's impenetrable,
and my mental resilience is unbreakable,
they can't remove something unshakeable,
trying is a mistake that'll make you miserable.
I've learnt to benefit from attempted attacks
aimed to prevent the way that I vent and act,
catching the weaponry and adding to my stack,
I've a determination that I'll never let crack.
I'll elevate as I stimulate with flow
and levitate the audience to show,
I'm able to continuously demonstrate
that my work is something to celebrate,
even though my opinion will make them hate.
Coming back is what I do,
don't make me come back for you!
Whatever you do in life do it from your heart
Do it wholly for whatever is done from the heart
Had been establish with God submitting your request
Here on earth so you can thrive, grow and live easily
Getting paid is the reason for every business not fight
Or either to be seen or for socialization but profit sake.
Money doesn't belongs to anyone but everyone who works for it
Only when one is in possession of it truly then you're a owner
Not only for the strong and mighty belongs to everyone that wish
Digits makes the difference paying accordingly to your wisdom
The way you make use of your time and resources very necessary
How resilient you are with your energy for it pave the path
Makes the difference, differentiating the poor from rich.
Medicine for money many were thinking the opposites
Words are medicines it heals every ailment when true
Time is money make go use of your time earlier the better
Money don't grow on trees but money grows by work and prayers
When you don't pray there's no spiritual nourishment for the soul
Pick your spirit to support you as you strive survive thrive and live
It's not all about what you eat or posses by chance or cruelty
But what you built to keep eating and possessing all you wish for
Remedy for acquiring always believe in your power or source of life
keep going when there's nothing to eat or anything to show amidst
Don't forget weakness is the Devil's tool for destroying good things
It take actions not reaction or being timid to get more money......
Nothing Changes
Kipling told of Tommy’s plight
just one of many sent to fight,
now spurned by all as lowest scum
despite the battles he had won.
Cannon fodder one and all
useful though, to save a fall
sent to fight, spurred by a lie
expendable if they should die.
Civilians now are used this way
it saves them giving soldiers pay,
for now the rich are very wise
and much more crafty with their lies.
When people for their freedom fight
they’ll give their lives for what is right,
but once again when war’s been won
will they be just like 'Tommy'.... scum?
There is no change, it stays the same
only how they play the game,
those with power control the day
and scum like us, just pave the way………
Ivor G Davies
When the starless nights are opaque,
and the haze draped days are dark,
to walk the life’s pathway isn’t easy.
When the flowers of the garden wither,
and the grass of the pasture turns brown,
hopes drown in the sea of tear.
When the meandering road to travel is long,
and the wheel of time turns on the last lap,
the focused vision of wisdom for insight is lost.
When the pathway turns into a turbulent river,
incising within mind the course of its own,
I sail sanguine to the ordained destination.
I don’t then measure the span of space and time,
take the route as set for me
across the revolving nights and days I get.
I don’t ask the purpose of the journey,
for I won’t ever know, but I’m sure,
someone will take me to the valley of flowers.
I don’t sink hope in the abyss of despair,
but travel content and confident
on the new walkway I pave in the present terrain,
kindling in my mind the beacon of introspection
to illumine the convivial sanctum of the serene soul,
I see in its precinct the gate of the goldilocks zone open.
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April 2, 2021
Contest : Goldilocks Zone
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
My maze is a startling delusion,
confounding explanation.
Somewhere a goal, a dream,
a meaning
motivates me through,
a dynamic labyrinth of my own making.
Every choice opens another passage,
creates a new array of choices.
A long and convoluted passage,
distracted by lies and torturous
anger.
Pride leads me away,
a rat to his cheese.
Easier ways pave comfortable,
even pleasurable excursions.
Rarely, leaving an opening to meaning,
but often winding away
in ever-expanding walls and halls
of hollow treasures and moldering fame.
Desperation pulls me
To rise above the choices.
To meditate within the dreams.
To rest and trust in reality
Walls and halls now become highways.
Blue skies illuminate the lies.
Like street lights leading to the truth.