Long Punter Poems
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Feel alike you've been through a war?
You say you relish it, yet you failed to soar.
With numerous salvos, you ignite brightly.
Indeed, you will be rewarded blithely.
I'll be gone soon; often I must leave.
Maybe there's punter room in line to believe.
I'm getting aboard a speedy train just now.
You've given it your all to beat there; how?
But you can't seem to draw a release.
Your mind will snap, and you'll lose peace.
It's your lifeblood, and I need a break.
Sweet Sista Jane, it feels as pain ne'er forsake.
You may stress faith or attend the council.
But ideas are racing, riling psychic arousal.
Moreover, you are a walking paradox.
Nothing I stated even rang in your box.
I can stay until morning; you realize it's late.
Isn't it elating to be riding through a golden gate?
You've given it all you had to reach there.
Still, you are unable to secure your share.
But you can't seem to beget a release.
Your mind will snap, and you'll lose peace.
It's your lifeblood, and I need a break.
Sweet Sista Jane, it feels as pain ne'er forsake.
Sweet Sista Jane, you will endure the agony.
A war rages in the depths of your waggery.
With your silent fight, cracks will soon appear.
Your pain is growing behind a grin; it will smear.
Do you sense the gravity of the instance?
Where should I implement the insistence?
Is the turbulence inside you worthy of a war?
You are shown to be in favor of the explore.
Written: October 02, 2023 For Robert James Liguori Contest
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Fervent mishaps start life's biggest wins.
The first crocus shrieks and grins.
A bird's song caused snowflakes to bloom.
Pink, peach, and gold hues in the sky loom.
A fib said once might have afar-reaching effects.
Even as there's time for the truth to tie its elects,
I once took a pathless route to a sluggish win.
Suitable people can clash with the truth within.
Appearances may mislead, and secrets may hide.
A brave and savvy tale, hiding an enigma inside.
Cross rivers and lofty hilltops to find the truth.
Seeking truth amid a world of lies and sleuth
Aged tale as Eden Tree, vernal as a raw tooth
Men grasp lip-thatch form, art, and truth.
Erstwhile, tales, and fables tell.
Truth, rising from the depths of its well.
Authenticity faces life's storms defenseless.
Yet slyness stays sealed to strife senseless.
Justice and fairness ensure all are rated fairly.
Dark deceit and evil send spun wiles sparsely.
Be brave—the liar is a coward and a slave.
Sneaky, skilled at scams and lies, awful knave.
Being honest is punter than money and status.
Stick to the truth, relish light, do not tend to fuss.
Righteousness is power; truth must prevail.
True bravery for an hour typically will avail.
Under any disaster, selfish wails yield no gain.
Inspire with grit and firm will, not always pain.
I have a couple of internet Friends in Australia
We like to joke around some, so I wrote them this,
To the tune of "Talk To The Animals" (Dr. Dolittle)
If I could talk to the Aussies
just imagine it
Babbling to a Bloke, in Blokaneses
Imagine Bantering with Bludgers
Chatting to a Cobber
What a neat achievement that would be
If I could talk to the Aussies
Learn all their dialects
Maybe get an Aussie slang degree
I'd study Cone Toad and Dag
Galah, Dill and Bag
And of course Ab-bor-rid-gin-e
I would parle in Punter and Piker
And would curse in fluent Kangaroo
If i'm asked , "Can you speak 'Banana Bender' "
I'ld say "Both Genders, can't you"
If I could talk to the Aussies, learn their languages
Think of all the things we'd disagree
If I could walk with the Aussies
Talk to an Aussies
Slang and Bang and hang with an Aussies
And they could Slang
and Bang
and Hang
with Me !
Written: April 10, 2024 For Edward Ebeh Contest
“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
— Rumi
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In society grasp, individuals fade,
As group dynamics falter, satiation wane.
Anomie is the state in which we reside,
Void of meaning, where shell may subside.
Man dwells in the domain of existence,
Longing for purpose—a tale to share once.
He pursues punter goals, a noble quest,
To descry his sanctuary, where he can rest.
Sans clear vision—a peculiar goal to pursue,
He wanders, devoid of any discernible clue.
A protocol to follow—a structure to defray,
He seeks a clear path to lead the way.
It is in the heights—that he finds his worth,
A divine connection, a sense of rebirth.
In a world of mayhem, where chaos reigns,
A sense of chaos and rebellion in our veins.
We're in an era of disorder and hopelessness,
Where a sense of alienation thrives with idleness.
Streets brimming with an air of dread and fear,
As the supremacy of law is starting to disappear.
A land ruled by untamed and careless,
Peace and order are baffling awareness.
Durkheim unveils a modern, cosmic community,
Where people or teams cease to have impunity,
Stuck in a condition of "anomie," they dwell,
Devoid of crucial social interactions, they tell.
An individual, adrift, follows a restless tide,
Planless self-empowerment with no guide.
An aimless existence, devoid of worth,
As delight lies in future, not in present berth.
One ought to consider their inevitable fate.
The insignificance and loneliness state.
He would undoubtedly elapse insane.
Or spirit might seek the numbing arcane.
Crisis and violence, madness untamed,
Revolution's fire, the world inflamed.
In sync with events of insignificance.
Unleashed automobility, a hedonistic dance,
Individualism allure, a tempting chance,
Grip of anomie and despair erodes at a glance.
Conspicuous consumption, a fleeting thrill,
Yet unsustainable, bear beyond, still.
In a sphere bereft of spirit light,
Where meaning fades—hope takes flight.
An oddity exists in trans-political time frame,
There is no repercussion for deviance claim.
I am a little hunter
Whose passion isn't born out of stake like a punter
But with pleasure do travel miles
To get more experience compiles
I am with no one in my Safari
Oh! GBEEE! my darling dog, sorry
May death forget you
My best loyal companion in the blue
Gbeee is an ever ready local dog
Dangerous like a crazy bulldog
That goes all ways after prey
To ensure we do not return in vain
But one ing day
Went against preys and ate all its gain
Furious was I seeing this
Yet for it, I packaged a hard beating at ease
To erase its self-centered ego
For its state to be restored as an amigo
To never do such again
Even if in hunger it is so drain
But not once has it ever heard me whistling
And never return bristling...
This I evacuated from its memory
One of my ever glowing hunting testimony
Written: June 21, 2023
Twelve Bar Blues Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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I sought peace in fleeing a flight in an age of sad plight
I sought peace in fleeing a flight in an age of sad plight
My goal is unclear but sublime—end of line and time.
A fight faced day by day, and teasing came my way,
A fight faced day by day, and teasing came my way
My awareness broadens with every fresh insight.
No one to confide, alone, in this cut-off grief resides,
No one to confide, alone, in this cut-off grief resides,
I travel on the thinking train; I am a humane mind.
The wifi is down; a cruel twist of fate left me stuck,
The wifi is down; a cruel twist of fate left me stuck,
I called my loved ones to run out of this loneliness.
I ponder life's sense beyond idle surfing or fake pals,
I ponder life's sense beyond idle surfing or fake pals,
To go where no one has gone—uncover a new horizon.
No buzzing, no texts, just silence and alone, I believe,
No buzzing, no texts, just silence and alone, I believe,
I reflect, find peace, and self-respect in this aloofness.
Let's go close to the cosmos and catch superb views,
Let's go close to the cosmos and catch superb views,
It's punter than aimless browsing or online friending.
Kindness is a treasure map, a guide to find
Those who struggle to stand, burdened by their minds
Those who suffer afflictions, tormented by idle hands
Whose hearts ache with loneliness and long for a friend.
Kindness leads us to those who need a helping hand.
To the elderly, the sick, and those who cannot stand
It opens doors to those who seek a punter life.
And helps to ease the pain of those in strife.
With kindness as our guide, we bear a difference.
In the lives of those who struggle with persistence
We can bestow hope to those who feel despair.
And show them that someone out there truly cares.
So let us follow the treasure map of kindness.
And avail those in need with love and selflessness.
In doing so, we too will find a treasure.
A sense of purpose and joy that cannot be measured.
Written: June 10, 2023
Punt the Visitor
Wriiten By:Halcyon Daze
A punt is a flat-bottomed
boat with a square-cut bow
, designed for use in small
rivers and shallow water.
Punting is boating in a punt
; the punter propels
Here in South
South Papua (capital Merauke)
we'd fish and farm. The people
of Papua have tradations
they'd celebrate the festive of
the Dieties. The myth of foods
is a story told by the elders of
several villages. It's beleived that
doing a time of peace and prosperity
several members of the neighboring villag
came to the edges of town
and hide in the bush and shrubs
to study the ways of these people.
The adorn grass shirts and wore make-up
and try'd to divide the loyalies of the people.
The most handsome of the men would try to
seduce the woman might they part
from there husbands: so did the Beautiful
wicked women, who did the same among the
husbands of the bunch.
Well the Savants of the villages had devised a plan to
fool and trap these wierded persons
who had made folly of there traditions and beleifs.
they built a flatbottom boat
with a hut and lavishly decorated it
they put food and drink in the hut
and anchored the boat as it appeared to be part of the main land.
In this creek in a cove
they dressed in ritual costumes and beat drums and danced.
They spoke in laungages tha the Symound peopless could understand.
(there own laugaue. They used leaves of the Moot-moot plant to create the smoke of ritual.
in the hut. They opened the doors of the hut and went in singing invitation to pleasure and tresure.
They jumped out of the back of the boat and hide in the shrubs and bushy areas.
The skyline merges with the sky.
As I observe kilns and ovens high,
Their smoke rising up to the clouds,
In a heated chamber, pollution enshrouds
The furnace roars with fiery heat.
And I wonder if our planet will ever beat
The effects of industry and its ways
As we continue to burn and blaze.
But as I look closer, I view debris,
Efforts made to clean and free
The air, the water, and the land
As we strive to piddle a keener stand.
From renewable energy to eco-design,
We must collaborate together and align.
To create a sustainable future for all,
Where progress and nature can stand tall.
So let us not withdraw from the fight.
For a world that is clean and bright,
For every action we engage in today,
Will shape the world in a punter way.
Written: June 6, 2023
Is life itself merely a matter of perspective?
Does cogitation dwarf the poet's reflexive?
If only my words could spread across the paper.
Build a punter world faded from a barren taper.
Has tied together details with his utterance.
This ringed world is bathed in such radiance.
There, as it blazed, the finest fury was sown.
The glories of lofty notions must be shown.
His clever mind shows words to shove.
The fading sun's beams, the genesis of love
Spur one's heart to beat with goodness.
The globe's first torn-and-wrung governess
Or daydreams when yield is in full flow.
The width of this real mental orbit grows.
the same as in this busy, boisterous space.
My mind rises, free of servitude in place.
It might happen with each passing year.
My name, my life, and my manner endear.
And amid the dust of a poet's silent rest,
Maintain contact with the wise and best!
Exert one obedient deed in one fading hour.
Or heal a fading face with a genuine flower.
My lines are fortunate despite a tight scope.
for their nimble date, on the apex and slope.
Still, this verse is my finest leisure option.
It follows a sly path across the attraction.
One time only, deny a brood urge to revive.
Chase only a sigh or lull a worry not alive.
From brick and frame to flowery blitheness.
Our walks have bred humility and forgiveness.
While conversing, I softly stroked your face.
He commands us to protect this holy place!
Written: February 04, 2023