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As fate hangs
in a precarious equilibrium
and a mammoth iceberg
of uncertainty crumbles
into the sea
As quiet moments start to rattle
like angry thunder and the
maddening world plunges
head-first into a bottomless pit
of existential chaos...
as the populace wrestle with stress
engendered by a plethora of unmet
obligations and expectations
in the midst of all the hustle
and bustle of everyday life...
as world leaders vie for hegemony;
as wars are fought on far-flung battlefields
or in our ship of state over human rights,
ideals, political control, and so on,
I search for my peace of mind...
in soothing "me-time" relaxation
I take time to breathe and reflect fondly
in solitude, unfettered by the troubles
of the day, or simply be out
in the open air, counting my blessings...
as I smell life's roses.
BRIAN'S CHOICE 4,any form,any theme poetry contest(Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date submiited: 05/05/2020
Screwed XIX Poetry Contest
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Date written and posted: 12/16/2018
Ground Hog Day
We know every year comes the day
We see if our Winter will stay…
The Ground Hog will show
By shadow we’ll know
If we can put snow gear away.
If he sees his shadow at all
Then Winter will stay here on call…
No shadow means great!
Spring’s right at the gate!
Let’s dance and go have us a ball!
However I heard from good source
Phil Ground Hog will have no remorse…
He will not come out
You better not pout
If Springtime goes far off its course!
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
~NA~
Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 02/02/2015
Airport terminals betray many turbulent thoughts,
as lives pass and friends fly, far away.
I sit here in this chair, wondering when
I'll ever see such faces again.
Some tears have already made their way down,
forcing themselves to the sad surface.
When shaking hands with your teacher and your friend,
hugging the ones who've made you whole - it is what it is.
More, however, are yet to come.
As we taxi out on the runway, departure-bound,
I see behind my eyes this scene on the silver screen;
and lo, what plays out before my glistening eyes.
A soft melody breaches my ears and my mind,
tag-teaming with the past
to bring forth such savage depths;
drops, slowly, continue to fall.
As I think of those I will always miss,
no matter how close or how undeniably far;
as this is born into life on the page;
I ache for home.
I know what I am;
I fight for all things familiar.
I gave up my right to not feel this,
to defend others' rights never to.
A man dear to me once told me
that I've done my share. No matter how long it's been,
just the first step was enough, he said.
That I owe nothing more.
I hope he's right.
I hope, when this is over, that I can find
all these faces. That I can find
my way back once more.
Maybe one day I can figure out
how to listen.
Maybe one day, I'll live for me;
maybe one day I'll believe him.
Romantic emotions, the strongest human feelings
Are those that I love to have sweet dealings
To love is to have someone special in your heart
Knowing that your love will never fall apart
A companion, one who you can always depend
Where love exists, it’s what you both will send
There we are, both under a beautiful moonlit sky
A gesture of love between us, that will never die
Before us is the moon, and a blanket of shining stars
I know that you won’t leave me, nor go very far
This is so awesome I am literally blinded with tears
We will be together, holding each other through the years
Building blocks can fall, but we stand together
No matter the storms, or the nasty weather
We cannot paint the world in gold and glitter
But we can take away all that is sour and bitter
Together we will share love, joy, hope, and fear
And we can delve into romance, which we hold dear
There’s nothing in the universe that can compare to our love
We are the epitome of romantic gestures, what everyone speaks of
We will forever be two of a kind, with our romance
Forever, is the term, you always keep me in a trance
A Collaborated Poem by;
Anne-Lise Andresen and Russell Sivey
20.09.2017
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Often one will have ideas that run counter to the ideas of others
Passions about our way of thinking can be upsetting or even offensive
Individuals should express themselves without being intentionally hurtful
Nothing says our opinions are right if they are not based on eternal truths
If we are right and our cause is righteous, our opinions will stand the test of time
Opportunity knocks for the implementation of change and reconsideration
Never be so stubborn as to retain ideas whose time has come and gone
Sever ties with those blinded by hate and bent on destroying time-tested principles
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HEAR ME ROAR….
You think you’re better than me,
Trying to dominate the very soul that created you, protected you
Maybe a century ago you could say men had a say,
Only because we were not allowed to, in the law of tradition not principles,
But not now, not this century we have a voice now,
A say, from all this barbaric confusions and war that is implemented in their heads.
We women fight every day for our freedom, for our right, because at the end of it it’s about equality not victory.
We know you can past us by and we don’t care, At least we can control ourselves But we caught your attention obviously you’re so week, so fickle that only a raise of our dress can make them forget who they really are.
Patriarchy is so evident, you wear a short dress you’re a ****, you have a Tattoo you’re a lesbian
But now we can accomplish the unlimited we can raise the bar and prove them wrong,
There is no limit to success, we have choices ladies, we have freedom and that’s what matters.
The World is at the figure tip no more being treated like a “doormat” we have “rights”.
Form:
A sweet hummingbird gives me great pleasure,
I love their iridescent hovering;
they are a gift from God and a treasure,
how, lovely is their feather covering.
Oh, listen and you can hear their wings beat,
those long bills and longer tongues drinking nectar;
they hover backwards and up-side down- repeat,
hummer is a skilled nectar collector.
There are many kinds of hummers in the world,
vast plumage and sizes- like flying gems;
nothing more stunning that a hummer curled,
at pretty flowers on long swaying stems.
Nothing is more beautiful than a dip
for hummer- then after, a little drip.
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May 9, 2018 - Edit
Poetry/Sonnet/'O, Sweet Hummer
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1112-338-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The sonorous voice of God woke Jonah from his siesta one fine day,
Saying, "Arise! Get ye to Nineveh and I'll brook no delay!
I've volunteered you to go there and preach in that wicked town,
The people are very unruly - they need a good dressing down!"
"No way!", said Jonah, astraddle his ass to Joppa, fleeing from the Lord!
"If I can find a ship sailing for Tarshish, I'll try to get aboard!"
He paid his fare, went below and promptly went to sleep,
Just as the Lord caused a great tempest to come upon the deep!
The ship was in great peril - the captain shook Jonah awake.
"Hey, dude, call upon your God - see if He will calm this lake!"
Lots were cast to sort out their plight - Jonah drew the short straw.
The crew heaved him overboard and he landed in a whale's maw!
For three days and three nights he cruised about in this condition,
Praying, "Lord, I'll do anything! Deliver me from this perdition!"
The Lord heard him and brought his misery to a pleasant end,
Commanding the whale to regurgitate and deposit him on dry land!
Now this "whale" of an experience converted old Jonah,
And he vowed to the Lord he'd assume a new persona.
He scampered to Nineveh to offer a choice vis-a-vis heaven or hell!
The Lord blessed him, saying, "My boy, you did extremely well!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Passing up stinging sun and flies.
The trouble is, nature’s outside.
Flowers I find in frames.
I recline in conditioned air.
Not at all what haiku ought to be,
where the outdoors is dreamy;
buzzing with hummingbirds,
flies and sun burning.
Not in trouble with nature,
outside of it all.
Air conditioning,
ice cubes, tall glass
and coca-cola.
It’s all part of the plan,
and a newspaper -
just in case
a flotsam fly
needs a swatting
because the sun
threw up its hands
and the bug declared
squatter’s rights.
I have a problem - the newspaper’s online.
Air conditioning is breezy, but I’m not fine.
ANOTHER TIME
It was another time, not at all like now
None thought history was in the making
Hard labouring with sweat on the brow
A full day’s work and limbs were aching
Some were still waiting for that new age
And said it was so, but were only faking
For most, life stuck forever at that stage
Retirement only when an old body failed
Many folk were ready to turn that page
Years later, new work heroes were hailed
Trades Unions formed with collective voice
Striking, like a rebellion, as workers railed
Today, there seems to be another choice
Work, or stone the Chairman’s RollsRoyce