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What are we doing?what is our goal in life?
To look most appealing in front of all?
Be the topper in all? Have most money and fame?
To be praised by everybody?
We dress up well, attempt to look the best with makeup
and visits to beauty parlours and doctors
We run throughout the day to earn tons and tons of money
attempt to gain knowledge of many things
all in a bid to reach the apex, to impress others.
In the whole process we lose out on
our health and happiness
If we could be just ourselves
And enjoy life in a relaxed way
Doing whatever gives us happiness and bliss
Pursuing our passions
Not copying others but following our mind
and leading life our way
We will be healthier, happier lot!
It's time we did some introspection!
Abounding in seemingly infinite activities for actualization
Bards are we, bestowed with busyness beyond poetry writing’s best
Chores of caring await like being coaches, cheerers, counselors
Duty-bound, we can do these or that and such with diligence…
Earnest in our roles as parents and family members, ever-endearing
Fulfilling entrusted assignments along faithfulness fortitude
Guards, governors, guides … glowing in goodness
Helping, healing, hoisting hearts upon hope’s herald…
Influencing against impossibility’s impact
Joy-sharers while journeying with jubilation
Kindness’ sowers, as well as instructors of knowledge
Loving, leading, learning along the light…
Managers, merchandisers, or ministers
Nourishing talents and gifts, knocking off negligence
Open to development opportunities
Planting, praying, pursuing toward prosperity
Quitting not to live in contentment’s quietude…
Reconciliators or reconcilers, rejoicing for relationship restoration
Singers or perhaps speech makers, truth --- spreading
Triumphantly testifying with thanksgiving*
Upholders of righteousness in our undertakings
Voicing out vigilantly against violence…
Worshipers while watchers of grand children (soon) ... wisely
Xylophone players maybe, while basking under bliss of xanadu
Yearning for yields with strength of youthfulness
Zealously we zoom to accomplish much midst passionate zest.
*2Corinthians 9:11 Being enriched in every thing to all bountifulness, which causeth through us thanksgiving to God.
"Double Abecedarian" with the 26 lines' first and last words beginning letters from A to Z, amidst internal alliteration
November 28, 2020
2nd place, "Where do we poets go?" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/29/2020.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Still Poetry - An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry from Around the World Paperback – January 1, 2022 by Inc. Arczis Web Technologies (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
He silences the heart who is afraid,
with gentle promises He’s made…
He delights in the spirit who gives,
those whose dream still lives…
He destroys the darkness of pain,
with grace that quiets the rain…
He remembers the heart who believes,
despite the sorrow that grieves…
He never lets anyone down,
expresses the greatest love around…
He heals the heart who is hurting,
introducing hope that’s converting…
He restores the broken from their weeping,
revealing a magnificent that is worth keeping…
He erases the shadows with His grace,
creating a song that hearts can’t replace…
He delivers the soul from eternal destruction,
rebuilding a life through amazing reconstruction…
He abides on the inside, where He heals us,
pursuing the hearts whose adoration we’ll discuss…
He is the answer to my prayers, forever there,
because of His love, I’ll never need to despair…
He leads the spirit to a paradise of hope,
fulfilling expectations so hearts can cope…
He is wiser than the sun, shining in the sky,
promising a love that will never ask why…
He smiles on the dancing leaves of autumn,
reassuring those who have hit rock bottom…
He is the peace that puts the soul at ease,
beautiful devotion can be felt in the breeze…
He colors the lives of those He loves deeply,
with hues of creativity that inspires completely…
He is my whole world, my life, my reason,
without Him, my heart is out of season…
He happens in the trembling moments of joy,
sharing a kindness that will never annoy…
He is the whisper, the sigh, the breathtaking,
astonished by this love that is truly earthshaking…
He is my hope, my faith and my peace…
I know – I must decrease so He can increase…
He is the answer to all the prayers I’ve prayed,
cherishing this love that can always persuade…
He is my life, my love, my everlasting,
grace this good assures that love is the forecasting…
He kindles a faith that is so amazing,
because of Him, my heart is ever praising!
I run after a shadow,
not quite mine,
but one I want to be.
Perfect in my eyes,
not so perfect in others’.
Trying to change
because of judgment
you’d never expect.
In fact, it is true
people whisper and hate.
But years will pass,
and they will learn
their own flaws
are just as clear.
We all chase shadows,
sometimes close enough,
but some dreams
aren’t meant to catch
and that’s how we grow.
One day,
realization hits
and you finally see
how perfect you are.
Judgment comes and goes,
but you live once,
so ignore the flaws
others create,
So, become the better version
only you can be.
Besides noticing a few people who quickly turned away into the stores, (like a cockroach when the light switch is activated.) Penney also noticed that she had forgotten her bra. Well, she didn't forget one and didn't usually even wear one, but in this instance it really helped them out. The husbands upon noticing and gawking were blocking the path to them briefly, until they noticed Michael "bouncing" and got the hell out of dodge. But any amount of aid they could get was welcomed. They really needed an ace in the hole. If they could distract Michael long enough to enter the "escape rooms", then even if seen, they could run the Scooby Doo gang "nether realm voodoo portal gag" with all those doors in there, would really be a shot in the arm to their "staying alive" campaign. Well, son of a , it would be alot of fun and after all they had been through today, that would be just what the doctor ordered (if he was a non licensed witch doctor nurse practitioner, like on the Mario Bros. Cartoons, remember when he made that itching powder?, that was awesome!) For that matter, I wonder who could eat more, Scooby or Yoshi? Hey, wait a minute, wth do you think this is, you trying to pull a fast one? Back to the action.
The mall Easter Bunny was making his rounds after a liquid lunch and some car "video viewing". As Mr. Cottontale noticed Penney, she noticed him and "gave him notice", if you know what I mean. Some military Men on leave noticed too and saluted. The Bunny noticed Michael pursuing and did not need the competetion. He stuck out his leg and sent Michael flying into the railing, that sending blood gushing from Michaels nose as it planted a kiss onto the hardwood. It didn't deter Michael, however, the First Ladyboy picked himself up and the eight inch Bowie Knife (a knife given to him by David Bowie) that had spilled onto the hard tile floor. Gus who had noticed this from his hiding vantage point (and job as scout) from the escape room thought, hey, it has been well over three minutes, Michael must have ditched or disarmed the bomb during all of this. But that knife looked serious. He was not about to take his chances with a crazed lunatic.....
Form:
He (she) was a surreal sight rocking in a huge red chair
beside the old house nearby. The bright orange hair,
painted face, polka dot clown suit, and grinning lips
were ludicrous. I was unnerved by this outrageous gag.
Having given out her one hundredth bag,
Mama said, “Hon, go get the other fifty.”
Inside, there it was, leering and humming;
hovering, staring, its bright, evil eyes glaring.
Emitting a low, guttural noise, it floated towards me.
The rest of the night is a blur.
I never shared my story with anyone.
My adult life is firmly fixed in reality--
no more hovering clowns pursuing me!
The stray synthetic orange hairs I sometimes see
mean nothing. They could have come from—anywhere.
October 10, 2020
entered in Carolyn Devonshire's Halloween Fright Poetry Contest
Pursuing springtime walking sprees
beside our dog, beneath the trees,
I oft detected some unease
amongst the birds and buzzing bees
as echoed by flat monodies
of clicking, clacking, knocking knees
(forsooth, reversed parentheses)
resounding pained discordant keys,
confusing triplets’ twos and threes
as if the tunes were meant to tease
with awkward stilted harmonies.
I asked a doc with med degrees
if he could, somehow, kindly, please,
suggest intensive therapies
that maybe might perhaps just ease
strange syncopations such as these
(you know, those eerie melodies
that echo from my noisy knees)
before my family finally flees.
At last my doctor said “oh geez,
this is the worst of maladies,
so I’ll replace those knobby knees
(they look like half moons made of cheese)
with stainless steel or manganese
or other metals such as these
as used in all such surgeries.
I’m sure the outcome won’t displease
(you’ll stand on legs, isosceles)
although there are no guarantees”.
Now that I’m fixed, I stretch and squeeze
with exercise my coach decrees
to aid me flex my new born knees;
and should I suffer agonies
he soothes the strains with frozen peas
or cubes of ice that make me freeze
and says “I hope my expertise
has helped to heal your injuries
and if you must, feel free to sneeze”.
With chiseled legs on racing skis,
I now can sail as does a breeze
o’er nearby alpine apogees
(and view those sites that no one sees,
alive in eagles reveries)
and when in Vail, win jamborees
upon my new non-knocking knees.
Exploring lovesome impulses of quixotic themes
Promises we exchanged of allures romantic
Enticing maiden passions in realm of fantasies
Strumming heart rhythms’ emboldened music
Embellishing sweet lyrics of enchanted instincts,
Pursuing fervid dreams, longing forever bliss;
But only till you extolled of marriage and family
Seeking permanence from immature feelings
Lacking self-confidence, afraid of uncertainty,
Phobic of commitment, fearful of inabilities;
Youthful, unwitting, timidly choosing to flee,
Abandoning blossoms of life’s budding prairies.
I never wonder what our lives could have been
For you still enchant my unfulfilled memories
Smiling back happily, beaming with your family,
Much alike you envisioned life for you and me
If only I had dared to welcome zealous calling,
Sailing to placid paradise, you once imagined.
But regrets do not dwell on hills of our destinies
For separately we found our voices of harmony
As we stay in touch and revere our blessings
Wishing for each other life’s blooming springs,
Spreading goodwill, lauding wisdom of aging,
Leaving behind fantasies of untrodden themes.
November 9, 2022
Placed 1st: I Chose to Run, but Had I stayed, Things Would
Have Benn Like… Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
We are powerful creatures
wonderfully made from beams of sunlight
we have tremendous energy
to equip us with the fullest potential
wherever faith may lead us to go
to achieve our purpose of birth
Our breath gives us strength to live
to create whatever desires come to mind
that reality will turn into light
the world to us
is where all the challenges
stands for us to face
in victory or defeat
We are fortunate to be on earth
amongst the other creatures
that either crawl of have wings to fly
to look at the beauty of nature
and enjoy the freedom of living
without fear to be in
awareness of our being
Our imagination is the strength
we have to guide our feet
wherever time will lead us to achieve
To become enlightened by wisdom
and to reach the target of destiny
is the greatest achievement of human existence
that one could possibly dream
The flowers in the forest
and the fishes underneath the ocean
are two perfect examples of nature
which never cries of illness
but remains contented with fate
When thunder and lightnings strike
to form a storm in the ocean
the waves are the first to respond
and surrender in sacrifice
to go forward with time
in search of serenity
that will remove the turmoil on earth
Soon they will go to the burial ground
where they will surrender themselves on the shore
The darkness in the clouds
will cause the wind to roar
to remove the ignorance
created by the hands of men
who wants to disrupt the peace
we all enjoy on earth
yet we must understand
that the truth makes us inspired
to bring out the hidden treasures
which is from the gift of life
Towards our eternal freedom
we spend a whole lifetime
pursuing a dream to unfold the mystery
we wish to unfold
when the glow of light
will glitter in the minds
that are free and have the power
to become one with the infinite
who governs the universe
You said it was my fault
And I said you were to blame
You said this love, you’d halt
I said, this is such a shame
You said I deserved the hurt
I said you weren’t worth the pain
You said I’d need to convert
But I said your bitterness was plain
You said it was never your mistake
Yet, I felt like it was your doing
You said I was just a crazy flake
I said you weren’t worthy of pursuing
You said I was nothing but irate
And I said you had broken my heart
You said, my love had turned to hate
But I knew you were surely no sweetheart
You said more than I can justify
I said more than I should have said
Finally, the time came when you’d say goodbye
And I would look back to a love now dead
The Truth, though, the truth would reveal
How both of us had given into selfish ways
We’d realize, only too late, how it would feel
The loneliness, the heartbreak, the dark days
The truth would soon remember the love we shared
How we lost more than just another friend
We lost the beautiful joy of someone who truly cared
And, it was the truth that grieved the most, in the end.