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Queen Elizabeth I
A ll things are as it may, beckons a queendom of two faiths,
B orrowed Boleyn's "B" blue brocade the better choice made,
C ancer claims the spring, agrees with the passage of her sister,
D elves to part the heavens anew throne, amidst assassins, lurking
E ffervescent Elizabeth surrenders calmly a surreal destiny,
F orward justice by the will of grace, and a whimsical gestured cloaked puddle
G reat be her ascension not quiet to title claimed by Mary,
H eretics purged sweetly returns, catholicism stands down
I n a realm of stories a chapter freshens a protestant queen
J oyfulness echoes chambered walls, as a parley of power slithers
K ing bequeathed in a woman's dress, as a pence-less nation recovers
L ustrous gems befall righteously, as Spanish gold doubloons are pirated
M en neath ruffles maneuvering positions placates a capricious court
N orfolk his grace whose days are numbered for treason, pride begs none
O nly wisdom and loyalty keep heads secured, within a fickled court
P alace breeds a treacherous bedfellow, proffers an end worse than death
Q ueen banished him to seclusion as a fading insignificant consequence,
R ewards Drake, Raleigh and others from a grateful empire as her saviors
S aves her empire whilst arrogant Philip of Spain loses his in humility,
T enders Raleigh to his Virginia pretense in her name,
U nsettling execution of Mary Queen Of Scots, in harm's way, opens floodgates
V ersed in archery and horseback riding ascertains her birthright,
W ell endowed in the role of the sciences versus human endeavors,
X enial role model for women, mirrors removal tames loose tongues
Y ields to her title as the Virgin Queen, as her treasury is restored by the West
Z eal was her marriage to England, strengthen via the bogs of Ireland
2020 February 07
*1st Place*
ABECEDARIAN CONTEST
~~Caren Krutsinger
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT G any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
the town awakes to someone yelling, "save yourselves you fools",
with sleepy eyes I wake to see, some wild stampeding mules.
the cowboys with their lassos, face a growing windy gust,
appear as riding puppets, caught inside a maze of dust.
soon the town recovers, as the carnival arrives,
people seem amazed, to see the expert throw his knives.
caught inside the melee, I have searched to find my way,
back again to watch in awe, the dancers at the cabaret.
Matilda leads the chorus line, she smiles in my direction,
her movements hold me spellbound, as she moves in pure perfection.
I picture her and I, back at the ranch in midnight rapture,
If only her attention, I could find a way to capture.
back to the long and arduous road, I have yet to tread and travel,
until the mystery of my life, has finally seen to ripen and unravel.
when it’s been done, when my life will no longer seem so grey,
on Matilda I will call, and hope she sees that I’ll no longer go astray.
we’ll raise some kids, on Blue Ridge mountains far from town,
where no one talks behind our back, where no one there will put us down.
yes she’s a dancer, in the noisy, smoky, riotous cabaret,
but in my heart, she’s just an angel I would love to take away.
take her to another world, where she can spread her wings and fly,
into my arms and hold me tight, and be together ‘till we die.
Many believe that life is casual,
there is no breath of life
They do not understand that the casual,
is causal and intentional ...
It is an ordering of the creative Father ...
For him, there is no coincidence,
impossibility and chance ...
there is no spontaneous generation,
nil is boom ... zero loose or
wandering through space, because
no link is lost.
No links yet
broken chain...
Everything recovers when you rejoin
to the creator ...
It is not science,
is cosmic consciousness ...
all is quite simple,
all is wonderful,
all simply divine as the
breath of life
A mere civil clerk, in his fifties; tall and bent,
Leading a calm life, with none any argument;
Albert Camus, in his well-known novel, the Plague,
Makes Joseph Grand, hero; though, visibly, seems vague...!
He could not succeed earning a decent income,
His conflicts with his wife, he could not overcome;
Thought of inconsequential nature filled his head,
Much were his complexes; he could not go-ahead...!
Strange plague breaks out in the tranquil town of Oran.
Brings great glories to degradation thereupon;
Not paying much thought to these, Joseph just exists,
Musing on his writing, un-begun, he turns; twists...!
When floods of plight start flowing above neck-level,
And smells of plague turn into scents of death-devil;
When kith of dead start rushing to register names,
Grand feels the zeitgeist as though moving toward flames...!
Foreseeing, with common sense, events that could dawn,
Joseph involves; and strategically moves on;
He maintains perfect records of the affected,
Service of doctors, hence, proceeds as they expected...!
He falls victim in this process of his service,
He recovers; though bodily weak, not nervous;
It does, no doubt, owe his stupendous faithfulness,
Oran, in its curing process, gains great progress...!
Though, till then, Joseph Grand thought his worth was nothing (?)
He understood, even a cog, means everything;
This thought, though did not create in him egotism,
No doubt, had sown in him, good seeds of altruism...!!!
26 April 2022
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I admire the clouds that pass by...
Myriad of rocks below,
the gray landscape touched...
Above all the space, white flakes
all the height...
The Water, the colors around
move on the shores...
Blue, green and white sway
in foam in the sun...
Everything recovers after
apparent loss... everything
matters in nature...
Even we, matter
because every day we happen
while everything happens,
in rare beauty...!
Searching through the forest,
chasing dreams your sleep abandoned
And losing yourself in the mindless
spatial distance
You play two handed poker
with the devil of the night
The Prince holding only one card,
as you gamble it all…
Forever promising:
“This hand will be your ticket out”
He relays his wagered truth,
with a baton of shattered tears
But time recovers,
the present firing upon the night
Hitting it at last dead center,
the debris now quicksand
Drowning the last excuse
of your bloodless past refusals
Salvation now in full retreat,
—all exits thrice denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Hamlet developed in stillness, stillness torn by warfare,
Warfare ricochets through jungles, jungles drop their brilliance,
Brilliance once lit the skies, skies now propagate blur,
Blur cries hangout the basin, basin bewails inside.
Inside the aggrieved acreage, acreage naked of its emerald,
Emerald fields turned to debris, debris wound the prospect,
Prospect of broken streams, streams dry and bare,
Bare mounts stand as spectators, spectators of desolation.
Desolation mists the firmament, firmament once peaceful and azure,
Azure dreams now are devastated, devastated hopes fictitious,
Fictitious peace feels gone, gone by the fire,
Fire of unending animosity, animosity leaves its tag.
Tag engraved in regret, regret pigments the terrain,
Terrain longs for rebirth, rebirth seeks renaissance,
Renaissance of mild restoration, restoration calls for nimble,
Nimble shall patch the village, village recovers its picture.
Poem by Mugisho N. T
Taking Bare of Your Self
Reflecting on the silent moments when the Self absorbs itself
Tim is called preposterous a villain and contentious narcissist
He looks into the mirror ponders on ponds of accusations
Yet hurts no others rejects a portion of what he recovers
No aggression no hurting others no transgressions he simply
Choses to take a good honest look at the prism of his meaning
The surface surges with a splatter as he views beyond the
Grimace of distortion salvages and abandons faulty grins
In the nude he dives into the wrinkled waters of salty tears
Mediates in breathless meditation sheds weight and anger
Takes care of his truth at the bottom of uncertain sediments
Strips groundless fearsome fathom fragments and thus retrieves
Bystanders do not like that he appears to be marvelling when
He only begs to differ from others and himself before he rises
Dissents consents dissolves ambivalence does not retaliate
False censorship of crowds that cannot will not wish to see
When onlookers label in projection and throw a stone he catches
What matters to him and walks away with kindness towards himself
20th July 2018
I admire clouds that pass by...
Myriad of stones below,
pristine gray landscape...
Above all space, white flakes
all high...
The water, the colors around
move to the margins...
Blue balance,
the green and the white
in foams in the sun...
It recovers everything after
apparent loss... everything
matters in nature...
Even us, we matter
because every day we happen
while everything happens,
in rare beauty...!
My GreenLeft side
resists AngryYang
win/lose competing AngloPowers
for making money
commodified
secularized MonoTheistic
world conquering views
Supporting GodGiven economic rights
to colonize sinners,
more easily divided
from the AnthroHerd
when not white
not straight
not male
While my RedRight inside
recovers from ancient wounds,
frightened
angry
disappointed
sacred sad absence
of Holy Yintegral spirits
of Win/Win cooperative
EarthTribe co-investments
In
By
Through
Of
From
Sacred ecological nurturing
pan-sensory
bicameral co-passion
Liberally nurturing AnthroWealthy love
consuming Earth-healing conservation values
co-arising Spring's healthy newborn
reborn life
Like sunlight above
is to Earth dust
lust
must
bust
crust below
LeftGreen consciousness
of previous peak experiences
Rooted in regenerative
sacred
supernatural is also spiritual subliminal
inter-religious multicultural
outside undomesticated family values
Opening green/red
ultra-nonviolet positive,
unless disvalues
or misvalues
Are not not unvalues
unconscious
unknown
unloved
uncherished
ungifted
undivine
not humane,
unbecoming
To my emergent GreenLeft side
sense of healthy EarthTribe
indigenous integral balance
Resisting AngryYang
win/lose competing WhitePowers
for making money commodified
secularized MonoTheistic
world views
Excluding synergy's PanenTheistic
EarthCare opportunities
for compassionate
therapeutic communication.