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What is greater than a week full of uplifting joy, but also sadden by heartbreaking news.
On Monday, March eleventh, my grandson’s wife after twenty-six hours of labor had a beautiful baby boy. On the other side of the country on Wednesday, a few minutes after midnight, my granddaughter had a handsome baby boy.
Amazing. Two great-grandchildren in one week the ultimate greatest news a great grandma could have. I couldn’t be there for the delivery but was spiritually. Photos were taken capturing every moment of their birth. I am the proudest great grandma. Twelve hours after my second great-grandson was born, I was called with bad news, my sister ten years younger than me had passed away peacefully in her sleep. On Saturday, three days later loud thunderstorms then at three-a.m. nature decided to send hail the size of golf-balls causing damage. What else is in store for my life.
perfect buds unfurl
slowly ages withers dies
celebrate rebirth
Laughter from Another Room
by Michael R. Burch
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel;
as I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
Only you and I are real.
Only you and I exist.
Only burns that blister heal.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only hope that lingers dies.
Only love that lessens lives.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only sinners ever pray.
Only saints are crucified.
The crucified are always saints.
The crucified are always saints.
The maddest men control the world.
The dumb man knows what he would say;
the poet never finds the words.
The poet never finds the words.
The minstrel never finds the notes.
The minister would love to curse.
The warrior never knows his foe.
The warrior never knows his foe.
The scholar never learns the truth.
The actors never see the show.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The artist longs to feel the flame.
The proudest men are not aloof;
the guiltiest are not to blame.
The guiltiest are not to blame.
The merriest are prone to brood.
If we go outside, it rains.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we dare to love, we fear.
Blind men never see the sun;
other men observe through tears.
Other men observe through tears
the passage of these days of doom;
now I listen and I hear
laughter from another room.
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel.
As I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
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a man of towering stature,
mercurial temperament
well-known, his avarice
for absolute power,
a dreadful reputation
for intimidating underlings
in brutal fashion,
unsits the current king,
takes control
of the kingdom.
there's not iron gate
he cannot get past
the strongest of towers,
he could tumble down
his favor cannot be won
by a silver coin.
who has the the courage
to challenge his authority?
he mutes the loudest,
makes whispers
out of their screams,
he fearlessly
takes on giants
he puts away crowns
too heavy for his head
yet, his shadow fills
any room he walks into,
it makes
the proudest bow low,
still, he can never touch
anyone's light,
or steal the love
foreign to him
“Shiny Crown”
(Verse 1)
He wakes up every morning, sharp as can be,
Shaving that dome, twice a day you see.
No single hair dares to make a stay,
That polished bowling ball’s ready to play.
(Pre-Chorus)
Olive oil’s his secret glow,
Axe spray makes the ladies go,
“Oh, that scent — it’s something new!”
He’s got that shine, and a mirror or two.
(Chorus / Hook)
Shiny crown, no hairs around,
He’s the king of the bald battleground.
Mirror army, reflections on call,
He’s the baldest, proudest of them all!
Note: Grateful for an 2nd place finish in your Hairdresser Contest.
(Verse 2)
Towel wraps that melon tight,
Humidity spa, morning to night.
Decorative brush with no bristle flair,
Just there to tease, like it’s really there.
(Pre-Chorus)
Olive oil’s his secret glow,
Axe spray makes the ladies go,
“Oh, that scent — it’s something new!”
He’s got that shine, and a mirror or two.
(Chorus / Hook)
Shiny crown, no hairs around,
He’s the king of the bald battleground.
Mirror army, reflections on call,
He’s the baldest, proudest of them all!
(Bridge)
He’s picky, yeah, no rush to wed,
Waiting for the one who loves his head.
Not a follicle, but full of flair,
A shining light with style to spare.
(Chorus / Hook)
Shiny crown, no hairs around,
He’s the king of the bald battleground.
Mirror army, reflections on call,
He’s the baldest, proudest of them all!
(Outro)
So raise your glass, here’s to the shine,
The bald and bold, forever fine.
Note: Grateful for an 2nd place finish in your Hair Composition Contest.
You removed a brick from my
Head and threw me into the
Super-Fractal
Universe
From a logic of lines
To a logic of curves
Beyond syllogism
Beyond dialectic
Into the interconnectivity
Of substructure
And superstructure
From tree trunk
Into a canopy
Your soft cloud
Raining a million fractal snowflakes
Falling on earth in clear designs
That the sun from your heart
Melts
To nurture all of life.
I held your body
And soul
On rock outcropping
As river was gushing around us
Breaking against the rocks.
You are the final secret
The masterpiece of the universe
Its proudest creation
In which all its
Forms of logic
Combine.
They think you illogical
That is because you are super-logical
Combining multiple methodologies
Into their most exquisite combination
And their highest product.
Guru is knowledge of the truth
But you are the truth
The precise embodiment
Of the sublime
Super-logic
Of the Universe
And all its parts.
Washing through every false
Sanity
Eroding false linearity
Replacing it with the
Exquisite logic
Of circles and fractals and open skies.
The universe combines
Multiple forms of logic
And you are its masterpiece
In which all these forms of logic
Combine.
Teach me the cosmic truth
Reveal to me the secrets
Of the exquisite universe
As they are embodied in you.
No, not the guru;
That which the guru exists to discern
Not the root
But the seed
That in it contains the embodiment of the whole.
You not only tell the truth
You are the truth
And in you
Is the whole
Of cause and effect.
Man is not final secret
You are
And to fathom you
Is to fathom the universe in all.
Be my inspiration
Be my instrument of ascension
Be my truth.
And as you co-create
The masterpiece
That is you
Let it branch off the universe
And create a new universe
In which your creator
And you
Combine his wisdom
And your wisdom
Into the highest
Sublime
Super-Fractal
Synergy
Of the two.
My favourite laptop screensaver
is a photograph of you
on graduation day ...
your beaming smile
hides an aching heart
of such tragic loss
as your two school friends died
in your second year of study,
neither living to see your smile
on graduation day ...
they would have been so proud
of all you had achieved
and my heart fills with pride
that you didn’t give up studying,
in fact, you were the top student
and recognised internationally
on graduation day ...
I was proudest mother of them all!
9/12/19
Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Today the humblest and kindest men are few,
surprisingly the proudest ones also knew
that without their faith they were condemned and lost,
but reading the Bible they learned not to boast.
Behind the boldest human spirit which God redeemed,
one sees that soldier wearing the victorious shield;
he is not afraid to fight men and demons,
even Jesus fought them with very wise words.
Who doubts the writings inspired by God?
Were the Prophets those villains who shouted?
Didn't Jesus stop the angry crowd throwing stones?
Didn't He show them how gracious is forgiveness?
Can we imitate the boldest human spirit and stay meek?
Which thing do we despise the most: being strong or remain weak?
Never think you're better or more special than another;
if we have love, we can build a world that's loving and fair.
Written on 5/6/2017
The winner wins but having won moves on
for winning is the proudest thing he’s done.
But winning only once could never be
enough to make his place in history.
The winner wins but having won moves on
for his winning streak had only just begun.
The winner wins and then he wins again
that others lost helps elevate his fame.
He wins at Chess and Snakes and Ladders too
there isn’t any game he can’t beat you.
The winner wins but having won moves on
for his winning streak had only just begun.
The winner wins and having won moves on
as winning became ‘Father, Ghost and Son’.
He now finds winning feeds his mortal greed
and winning is the only food he’ll ever need
The winner wins but having won moves on
for his winning streak had only just begun.
The winner wins but having won moves on
and races to the place where life is won.
He’s met by judges two between the gates
but enters in the first, he cannot wait.
The winner wins but having won moves on
for his winning streak had only just begun.
The winner won but having won moves on
where hotter stakes for winning could be won.
The fires of hell now burn with winning pride
for the Devil has a winner by his side!
Ivor G Davies
Avidly watching for nigh on three weeks
A black backed gull protecting her eggs
Through gales and rain or heat from the sun
Whatever the weather thrown down from above
This truly was a labour of love
So open to the elements fearing for her brood
Already having lost two nests
prayed weather would improve
I hope it’s third time lucky ~ oh I do hope that is true
Each day through my binoculars the nest comes into view
Today...
sweet joy and happiness
Two pretty ~ spotty ~ fluffy chicks
are standing there brand new
The cutest ~ newest ~ spotty ~ babes
and the proudest Mum I ever knew
She gave the loudest seagull call
announcing their birth to one and all
My heart skipped a beat
when one ventured too close
to the edge of the ledge
from whence the chicks will fledge
But Mum was there ~ she was totally aware
gently nudging it to safety
with such tender loving care
I will watch them for hours until that final day
When they fledge from their ledge
and boldly fly away…
Written 10th July 2020 ~~ with tears of joy in my eyes
Contest Strand Completely New (8)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Before my adulthood,
I recall to be a respectful, astute kid;
neighbors spoke of me well...
the ideal boy they'd have loved to have!
My mother was the proudest of all,
she ignated my ideas with a sparkle
that was the foundation of a growing spirit
challeging me and making me full!
Before my adulthood,
folks and things didn't move further away...
deeper into yesterday;
I discovered their sweetness,
never leading me to discontent!
Infinite horizons spread before me,
giving me many chioces
that questioned my intelligence:
which one to choose...a small mind
confronting a huge Universe...
taking the first step
and not fearing to look beyond!
Before my time of adulthood,
my plans for the future
were an indefinite number;
I stood before Creation,shrouded in wonders,
not questioning the undaring soul:
how to defeat fear and go past those bounderies
that intrigued those who were not afraid...
to seek the meaning of their existence!