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I marveled her inch by inch
Such a perfect specimen
Cloaking the details of our
togetheress I wished her
mine in a respective fashion
She stood before me for me
to adore, I sought refuge in
my head to control the edges
Of passion that had me wishing
Wanting and lusting for her
Moments seemed like days
I hummed to be evasive
And sang when it was my part
Restarting our togetherness
For it to only restart
The passions of needing
The passions of wanting
Might love find us
As a lustful pleasing played it's
Part .
A drink to discover her tolerance
of me
Her wanting to smile a need for her
to be
I laughed as she was funny
I loved as she entertained
I costed out our togetherness
As each opportunity came
Communative she pondered
To ask communative information
I quickly responded to her communication
Love is on going
Might to which lovers start a new
Wham bam thank you ma'am
Sorry we are through
Dreams of peace love truth and hope
Walking toward the center of the void I enter into fits of silence
Under wavy crescent moons I surf the sky
Open hands toward the ocean I bloom as a fire among fallen stars
Yellow spotted sparrows made with mint rays of sunshine
Flavor the rain lemon fashion the heavens doom brings us down
avowed to dig the earth with my paws
Dragon scented spiders tear into my rooms lamented
Your inside my skull I am the matrix rebranded
Heavy cream and frosted mountains
Juniper brew with seeds remotely floating
Giant red birds who glide toward freedoms roasted
Yarn to spin echoes venom within
bowls of flavorful sin scattered papers burned to keep me warm
Kingdom on fire to bake the birds
Mowing down all the crop restarting my own mind toppled from diamond death flowing coffee of hidden gems
Quake the universe with open roads toward The center of all in all being deep within my heart
Cement my passion to draw blades of jade and drive them deep through my enemies bones.
Between First Cause and Final Effect
swells and ebbs Time's echoing life
regenerating across mountainous valleys
from Alpha's thoughtful
revolving last Omega feelings,
Yang redeeming Yin's reiterating double-bound investment,
in HERE/NOW
Present pilgrimage
from winter's metamorphic hibernation,
preparation
Falling regenetic seeds of Time's harvest
restarting to unfold again
from barren Omega
back to budding Alpha
Coincidental thought felt cause,
infinite potential effectiveness
riding our shadow horse
of shared season's time
cooperating spacial place
Earth's eco-logical
environ-mental healthy pace
of synergetic felt volution.
God may not grow omnipotent
throughout life's mortal span,
yet evolve loving wisdom's omnipresent time.
Fractal rebecoming explains everpresent
recycling Time,
original nurturing effects,
intended affects,
implied reasons,
corrective rations,
logos resonant mythic resolutions
of DNA's contending recreative query.
A fine adventure awaits,
Divine ventures of fate,
Propagating experiences,
To grow and advance,
Each chance you take,
Makes waves in the expanse,
Dancing among our decisions,
Precision placement,
Meant to be on time,
Primal emotions drive,
Striving to fill needs,
Thriving within entities,
Surviving was meant to be,
This present moment,
Was sent from Eternity,
And meant for you to see,
A glimpse of your journey,
Learning you're truly free,
Earning who you want to be,
Turning the key to the heart,
Restarting the engine,
Envisioning a fresh start,
Taking part in reality,
Knowing the Art of Duality,
Individuality my best skill,
Each hill a different climb,
The adventure of a lifetime,
Sublime in all its ways,
A Divine Venture in which we play,
The Leading role everyday.
Nothing like new polished shoes,
new dress, when restarting school,
up the bus in one and twos,
warm jacket, embroidered wool!
Cackle of sounds and laughter,
words without weighted wisdom,
atop a double decker,
relish of childhood freedom!
Lessons in school, miles away,
but the journey is more fun,
here is start of a school day,
open bus under warm Sun!
Hardly aged eight or nine,
but act adults on our own,
dormant hormones like red wine,
mature well with age when grown!
Little romances still abound,
amongst boys and girls in bus,
notice my heart throb around,
in pony tail and white dress!
Two rows in front to my right,
reading a book as she does,
wish could next to her alight,
to admire her pretty tress!
Bragging boys, made up tales,
to win a smile from the girls,
Shy faces with painted nails,
do at times, flash teeth like pearls!
In hours journey to school dome,
many fantasies are spun,
then dreams are ferried back home,
for the following day rerun!
Up and down familiar roads,
The bus embarks on its way,
Heavy satchels with book loads,
Slice of life, all in a day!
2nd placement
Written 04/Sept/2020
All in a dayl
Sponsor William Kekaula
Just Around the Bend…
by Odin Roark
Make-believe knows
Hand in hand
Guardian and child
Never ceases to be
As words meet words
Sentences find paragraphs
Pages turn new discovery
Begetting chapter upon chapter
And then…
Often faith’s endurance knows no end
Like a turkey too numb
To know its head is gone
Or a truck forever stuck in relentless mud
Even the mind’s conscience ratchets its continuous drone
Long past heart’s flickering pictures
Have jumped off sprocket
Coiling images’ remains upon a floor
Always willing to catch the fallen
Knowing restarting is always possible
Yet
In the house
That might have been a home
The phone continues to ring off the hook
Like a metronome gone berserk
Bent on satiating rhythm’s appetite
Past the inevitable wind down
With eyes closed…
Survival holds firm one’s make-believe castle
The house now empty
Save for whispers from the past
Knowing well the drafts of loneliness
Shiver the drifting dust
Becoming the only skin left to touch
Unknowingly
The residual past
Moves through unneeded locks
Once securing doors leading to
Now forgotten passions of privacy
Images rendered blind
By keyhole mockery
Remaining…
The heart’s keyboard
Once delivering its voice of hope and trust
Now accelerating words no longer noticed
Meaning hurtling past yesterday and tomorrow
Like a bullet train screeching off its rails
Ricocheting off walls once holding secure
Now speeding toward a boarded-up station
Once of hourly expectation
A platform crowded with promise
Giving back a passing ghostly blur
So travel hearts in linguistic search
Myth makers pursuing beautiful language
Knowing delivery never guarantees
Anyone waiting to hear the words
Save perhaps the make-believe child
Walking hand in hand
Believing along with the writer
That just around the bend…
I marveled her inch by inch
Such a perfect specimen
Cloaking the details of our
togetheress I wished her
mine in a respective fashion
She stood before me for me
to adore, I sought refuge in
my head to control the edges
Of passion that had me wishing
Wanting and lusting for her
Moments seemed like days
I hummed to be evasive
And sang when it was my part
Restarting our togetherness
For it to only restart
The passions of needing
The passions of wanting
Might love find us
As a lustful pleasing played it's
Part .
A drink to discover her tolerance
of me
Her wanting to smile a need for her
to be
I laughed as she was funny
I loved as she entertained
I costed out our togetherness
As each opportunity came
Communative she pondered
To ask communative information
I quickly responded to her communication
Love is on going
Might to which lovers start a new
Wham bam thank you ma'am
Sorry we are through
A word isn’t a breeze that just drifts away..
It settles in hearts long after you say.
It echoes in silence, it lingers and stays..
In moments remembered for nights and for days.
A tongue holds the power to shatter or save..
To lift someone high or push them away.
A sentence can cradle, a whisper can sting..
A handful of syllables can mean everything.
You won’t always recall the things that you said..
But someone still carries them deep in their head.
Or maybe your kindness became their repair..
A breath of pure love.. wrapped gently with care.
For words can be venom, sharp, bitter, and cold..
They bruise unseen places and silently hold.
Or words can be warmth, like a pulse you can't see..
Restarting a heart on the brink of defeat.
So choose what you speak, let compassion take lead..
Not anger, not ego, not pride or pure greed.
Because once they are spoken, they don’t disappear..
They live in a heartbeat.. year after year.
Written By: D. Collins 3/15/25
A Nigga Nature is something you’re not accustomed to.
In that you have the privilege of color afforded to you.
Ten times have passed since the beginning of time.
That people of color are known as the bottom line.
Our history is being dropped from books in school.
But it’s in our Nature to progress using all the tools.
If the doors are shut as they’ve always been.
We figure out a way to let ourselves in.
Restarting “segregated facilities” on federal contracts.
Is still not enough, 'cause we’ve been there, and done that.
We just strap up our boots, waiting for the battle to begin.
Realizing the that each and every day, we are Hustlin’.
Removing the history of Medgar Evers and Tuskegee Airmen.
Won’t deter those who lived through it and know what happened.
Our history will be history whether in, or out of print.
We’re the offspring of what are known as “Real Men”.
I'm sick of you,
Tired of trying,
In love with your lies,
A mind-made paradise,
I made for myself,
All sugar coated with your colourless words,
That I dipped in my false hope
I'm sick of you,
Dreaming of restarting,
If I had the choice,
I would love with you in both lives,
Open your chained colours,
Your broken life,
Incomplete of love, by your restricting mind
I'm sick of myself,
Falling for your deceitful eyes,
A void covered by layers of veils,
When will I learn?
Drowning in my quixotic desires,
I await you,
To hear your voice again,
To melt under your gaze again,
To smile at your jokes again,
To embrace you, never let go
I guess, I'll never learn...
Fail and fail again...