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If there is a need to know what goodness really means,
Then that's when the purity of your heart needs to be seen,
And the reason why greatness has clung unto you since your teens,
So, anyone not giving you credence for your brilliance is committing nothing but a grave sin,
The vivacity in your smiles is enough panacea to wake up dead emotions,
The sparkles of your handsomeness cause affectionate commotions,
You exhibit intelligence as if smartness is on your exclusive promotion,
You effortlessly dish out wisdom as an off the cuff donation.
Success daily flows into your home like an endless river,
The reason why your level of greatness still has no rival,
'Cos your longstanding achievements are what others are just celebrating as their new arrivals,
That's the extent to which your accomplishments are making others to quiver.
May each day of your life be filled with overpowering happiness,
May you be blessed with good health in awesome plentifulness,
May God's abundant blessings surround your home in astounding exclusiveness,
May you live long in spectacular richness.
FREEPORT RHAPSODY…
(Apropos A Visit Home )
Tired shrimp boats sit moored
along the muddy banks of the Brazos;
their day’s catch iced down and waiting.
Tormenting mosquitoes flew
from puddles of water
pooled between blades of salt grass,
feasting on the fresh blood
of buzzed home comers.
The aroma of seafood gumbo pots
saturated the salt water air; and the clinking
bottle caps signaled the gathering of keno players.
Olympian domino players slap their table tops
with rhythms that rival the best of Art Blakely’s
drumming on a full moon Afro Night.
Teams of bid whist players
played musical chairs.
Over chattering voices, echoes of howling dogs
faded into canine whimpers
as Gulf Coast breeze blew sweet memories:
Indeed there’s no place
like home.
“Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life." (Jude 1:21 of the King James Bible)
Lovers’ wedding midst virtual upheaval!!!
Confirmed fake news --- yet verily viral
surpassing its rival, truth that’s vital
though surely dismissed as vainly trivial
rumor is still sought for its grand arrival…
Thank God for love-propelled spiritual revival
through Scriptures’ assertion yon earthly survival.
Love-sick toward marital directive!!!
Great news of impact--- negative
from fatal infection, not positive
midst pink of health, surely affirmative
vanquishing fears, terribly obstructive…
Praise God; His compassionate grace is effective
Combatting sin-virus, grievously destructive.
Love’s bliss smites hatred-pain that’s traumatic!!!
Good news… awesome, but defied by skeptic
“Respect our perspective...” says a critic
Smiley greetings offend pessimistic
Oh, thumbs up signs cheer the optimistic…
Thank God for His love-poured blessings so fantastic
faith-claimed by every dogmatic or pragmatic.
Love life’s firmness starts from crush altitude!!!
Trending news lacking factual fortitude
Soon are media jokes midst fine rectitude
While miracle stories of gratitude
Stay flickering in silent solitude…
Praise God for His boundless mercy’s infinitude
Timeless for sharing love-care’s boundless magnitude.
(My attempt of Grook-series with five lines per stanza and two-line commentaries in bold.)
March 1, 2022
2nd place, "G - Give me a new poem- any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/25/2022.
"Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” –Mark Twain
Gray strands, falling over crinkly skin
Where once was reflected beauty and approval,
Now there is merely old age, a has been
Someone who knows about radiance removal
A measured pace has replaced the brisk gait
Where there was once delight in the amusement park
Now there is more pleasure in the checkmate
And, frankly - the peaceful sleep that comes at dark
Laughter and smiles embraced most of my distant past
Where joy and beauty were the blessings felt
By a heart who knows that true love will surely last
But, too – discerns the meaning of grace and faith, so heartfelt
Wrinkles may have replaced the glow on my coat
Where there was perfection, now there is only defects
Despite the splotches that reveal my age, don’t gloat
Because you’ll realize it’s nearly time friends pay their respects
Old age is not for the faint of heart – no sir
Where there are strong, wise, resilient and fervent
Some of us reach the time when illness will occur,
But that doesn’t mean we give up on being God’s servant
Loneliness often comes to those who are senior people
And even though we have the children, the younger generation
We might need medicine to get us through, a sleep pill
Or possibly some other drugs, even those that mean sedation
Never underestimate the elderly who’ve lived through times
Some harder than others – some that you’d not wish on your rival
Although we’re not young anymore, we once were in our primes,
Where we lived like we knew all we needed to for our survival
It has taken me all these years to reach this destination - OLD
I’ve survived the doubts, fears, the darkness of some dreadful years
Through everything I’ve faced on earth, a sight to behold…
In the mirror, gazing at me… a woman who was not who she appears
She was so old, it seems – she bled not blood, but grief and tears!
I see her there in our backyard,
Pushing our youngest on the swing,
Were it just six short months ago
She would’ve been my everything.
Back before I could understand,
Before the scales fell from my eyes,
Before the truth of our marriage
I did come to realize.
Six months ago I was working
for an architectural firm,
we were making big skyscrapers,
plentiful money did I earn.
But then a big client left us,
and the money became real tight,
me and eight others were laid off
after that nothing did go right.
At first Monica was smiles,
“You’ll find another job, you’ll see,"
but the market wasn’t that great
so things didn’t go that smoothly.
The first interview went nowhere,
she said,”You will get on in time.”
The second ended just the same,
she said,”Well something you will find.”
After two months the support waned
and annoyance came to her eyes,
so I did part-time in fast-food
to bring in some cash on the side.
I thought this would make her happy,
it was money and it was work,
she just snarked,”Yes, all little girls
dream of marrying fast-food clerks.”
After that it seemed every night
she would give me a snide comment,
until the first fight erupted
that she purposely did foment.
Every night was the same refrain,
how I had fallen short and failed,
every day I pounded pavement,
but it seemed to no avail.
Before long I slept on the couch,
and all chance of sex was gone,
she couldn’t look at me without
implying that I had done wrong.
The damnable thing about it
was that my wife herself did work!
We had no danger of starving,
but she still made every day hurt.
I even caught her late one night
flirting with some ex online,
she just shrugged,”At least Danny still
Is getting paid for his time.”
At this point, five trying months in,
when It seemed my life would be robbed,
a rival firm gave me a call,
then offered me a full-time job.
It didn’t pay quite like the last,
but I was making ample coin,
that night we did have sex three times,
Monica no longer looked annoyed.
At first I was glad just to work,
grateful to cover all my costs,
but as the weeks went flying by
something continued to feel off...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
He was born with 5 others in the cave
at first, blind, small and helpless
relying on his mother for his needs
just a little ball of fur and limbs
Swiftly he grew, doubling in size weekly
now taking an interest in his surroundings
tumbling and rough housing with his siblings
learning all he would need to know
His mother started to bring back prey still alive
so they could practice their catch and kill skills
each day he explored a bit further away
excited by the sights, sounds and smells.
At six months he left his mother and siblings
now he was on his own with territory to find
he was not yet strong enough to fight others
so prime territory, at present, out of question
Becoming nomadic he ranged far and wide
returning sometimes for a day or two
just biding his time as he filled out
the following spring it was now his time.
He returned to the valley and challenged,
soon met by the male who ruled here
they fought very evenly matched for hours
At last our cub was the victor of all
Not knowing that his rival had been his dad
for such is nature, red in tooth and claw
savage yes, but the fittest must survive
To ensure the prosperity of future generations.
I have deliberately not said what animal I wrote this about but left it open to reader
interpretation.
If there’s a dump truck and a car,
Car’s sure at greater risk by far.
A soldier thick headed
Who cannot think ahead,
To whom boundaries and borders bar,
Thinks, let Pak be the truck,
Let India’s car get struck,
So thought a general-five-star
To whom stars were gifted
For getting defeated--
How low things in that country are.
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Happenings |43.08.2025| allusion, car, humour
Note: Pakistan’s Field Martial unwittingly called India a shining Mercedes and Pakistan a dump truck. He was of course heavily trolled in his country and all over the world. How he gave India, a rival, such a compliment? This limerick guesses on his possible thick-headed reasoning.
Drink with me coffee, black and strong.
I promise nevermore
To drink with meals a fifth of wine
Then stagger ‘cross the floor.
My need for thee doth rival thirst
For booze; you're both divine!
Jove's nectar's only in a book,
But I found thee online.
I sent thee late a rose-red couch
Not just to honor thee.
I hoped to lounge upon it oft
Whil'st thou served meals for free.
But thou thereon did'st only sneer.
And sent'st it back to me.
You said, "This thing is old and smells,
I swear, of booze and thee!"
Date: March 25, 2020
Title: A-Muse-Sing Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureaux
Controversy
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Three titles were on the line
neither considered World Championship
but recognized within the community
as legitimate championships.
"Big Yak" Laccain Riggoms defeated
both "Frantic" Fizzer Venton and
"Mr. Gullible" Gavrill Merccap via pinfall.
caputuring the Big Valley Title
and Tropicail Coast Championship
fusing them with his own West Pacific Title.
Combined they called the prize a
"The Worlds Title Championship" Seven
promotions collabaratedd to promoter
this bout. It was refined
and a media darling that didn't
invole any of the larger Americcan Co.
Two offshore
companies did play a part in the promotion.
Days after the title change a defense was issued in
New York. rival promotions put the champion
against another champion, a very popular
"Dizzy" Dill Pepper faced the Big Yak in a best two out of three falls
bout. Dizzy won the first two bouts: they had agreed on nothing
prior to the bout except to have three different ref's.
the first fall was 16;58 seconds a bear hug/ belly to belly
- combo caused the submission.
The second fall a shoulder block and clothesline
caught "Big Yak" off guard and a three count.
Big Yaks foot was on the rope. The outside ref was seen pushing
the foot off the rope. We herd an officail say" what the hell he did that for"
well the title change stood and again the combo of fuse championship titles made a new man World Champion.Two nights later in Essexs Md. a wise cagey veteran who had no belt to offer but put up a large amount of money, Invoked a clause into the agreement, His clause stated if he won the tiltles
would be fused to create a new company called " The America's Wrestling Promotion, with all the titles that comprised the new Worlds Championship
to name him the Worlds Champion.
Walked in through those gates, the legends foretold/
valley of death? Try a circus of old/
The baddest dude charged, Timber! Came the call/
He fell like a Jenga tower, five stories tall/
A gang rolled up, thinking strength in their mix/
Twenty-five sprawled out, my karate did the tricks/
One guy swung a mop, I said, nice try my dude/
Bruce Lee sends his regards, you're downright screwed/
The warden, amused, said, you're quite a catch/
But here's the yard, better watch your match/
I replied, bring a referee, I'll fight the sun/
Prison weights? A toy, I lift bars for fun/
Heard of Big Tony, a baker in his cell/
Wanted me to fold, but I don't crumble, oh well/
He yelled; you can't handle this crusty bread fight/
I left him in crumbs, baker's dozen, goodnight/
Cellmates wanted a laugh; I gave them my line/
Why was the belt arrested? For holding up a crime/
Laughter echoed loud, like a jailbreak spree/
Legendary convict, now that's my decree/
They put me in solitary, thought I'd go mad/
But I tap danced with shadows, not half bad/
My mirror's my rival, I said with a wink/
Best fight I've ever had, and the toughest I think/
Release day came; warden gave me a grin/
Your Legend's now famous, let the world begin/
Life's a riot and the yard was my stage/
Off I went, the legend, turning the page/