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ACCEPTANCE SPEECH
I would like to thank all my readers and fans for supporting me and making this award I received so meaningful. I would like to thank PoetySoup and the poetic academy for all their accolades. I wish to thank my ex wives, my numerous children, and all the flowers I have planted over the years. I realize I am great, and I realize I am making poetry great again, and as much of a burden as this is for me to carry, I do so with honor. I wish to thank Pizza Hut and MacDonald's, as well as my personal friend the Kernel Saunders for the buckets of support he have given me.
I would love to thank my editors, my agent, my illustrators, my cleaning lady and also my very talented chef. Much deep appreciation also for my chauffeur and butler Keith. I am in gratitude also to my dentist for which without her talent of the mouth, I would not be smiling now. I would like to also thank all my village, and also the company that supplies all my cafe lattes, they filter so well, is so very much appreciated.
Finally, I must also thank my travel agent, my plumber and twelve stone masons for all their rock solid support.
God bless you all
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I was stacking hours like firewood,
planning a future that smelt of varnish and new,
counting the rungs to some polished ascent~
when Xavier, who never spoke
in anything but Excel formulas~
said it like a dropped fork:
*Life is what happens to you
while you're busy making other plans.
The room didn’t tilt. No thunderclap.
Just the steam from his mug,
drawing ghosts in the air between us.
That afternoon, rain fell sideways.
I forgot my umbrella, so I walked home
wet-skinned and giddy,
noticing how the pavement shimmered
like a dark river broken by streetlights.
Plans? I’d stacked them neat as bills~
college, promotion,
a love that wouldn’t bruise.
But the universe, it seems,
prefers graffiti to ledgers.
Now I leave my windows open.
Let the moths in. Let the drafts
carry their cold secrets.
I notice how rain tastes like metal
when you tilt your head back,
how a stranger’s laugh
can split your ribs like kindling.
I miss the train.
I live.
Others criticize me.
I live.
~and the ghost of my old plans
whistles through me, a dry leaf in a storm.
Xavier’s gone now—moved to Phoenix,
sends postcards of cacti in sunglasses~
but some nights, when I’m balancing checkbooks
or untangling Christmas lights,
his voice elbows through the clutter:
Hey. The moths are dancing.
Look up.
*Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans
I Just Can’t Not Love Her
I just can’t not love her.
Time has changed a lot -
height, weight, hair color
and yet has not altered her.
Eyes that offer golden portal
to a spirit’s soaring soul,
soft lips that kiss the wind
offering their touch
to distant, lonely things.
Age, and suspect wisdom,
have not jaded her enthusiasm,
nor love’s forever promise
become a passionless chore.
Each touch a gift, each smile
the light of seasoned warmth.
I have never tried to love her
for love does not need trying.
I just can’t not love her.
11/20/2014
submitted to – Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
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Not For Contest
QUIET RIVER WAKES
A river lays still on a hush
Of edges mild in deepened blue;
Until her trail
iust like a winding river
blue notes trickle down and streams
along the ocean where thev were heard
all around unique each
in their tempo sailing in a whirl
of life's dance: with distinct flow
in sweet motion to be adorned
as one long song,
still a rhapsody has its fading
as with a prelude there must be
an end, ike seasons with ellipses
that pause only to open
new lilts of fresh cycle;
my passages turning into another bend
awaiting the chances of a lake's journey
to sail and be taken away by a float
embracing my body in the dew.
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Rhonda J. Saunders' Hidden Beauty Contest
1/20/2015
You saw me from across the room
beside an open door.
Your smile erased all of my gloom
and touched me to the core.
The mistletoe tied in a bow,
your kiss that caused my cheeks to glow!
The mistletoe, the mistletoe,
sweet start of something soon to grow. . .
Then on a most romantic ride
as we sat hand in hand,
you asked me if I'd be your bride
in Winter's Wonderland.
The one-horse sleigh took us away
where snow swirled down, then gleaming lay.
The one-horse sleigh, the one-horse sleigh!
My fondest dream took hold that day.
We snuggle by a crackling fire
here at the winter's end.
No other lover could inspire
me more than my best friend.
The warm fireplace, your angel face
which softly now my fingers trace!
The warm fireplace, the warm fireplace
shows love aglow as we embrace.
*This is actually called a Trijan Refrain, but it's very similar to quatrains.
11/26/13 for Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Kiss Under the Mistletoe Poetry Contest.
You all must read Sara Kendrick’s poem the “Chicken” before reading this one!!!!
Thanks Sara for giving me such a great idea!!!!!
Broadways.... "Chicken Play"
The stage was dimly lit
For the opening of this play
The crowd was clucking in anticipation
They had no idea
A love story
A drama
A play of philosophy
The writer used a feather quill
Was this not a hint?
The main actress, was a real bird she was
She strutted and strolled
The audience was captivated
Her allure was on display
Her beauty hid she was heartless hen
Out jumped the Kernel Saunders!!!!
Sword in one hand
13 secret spices in the other
Well, this birds suitors ran to her defense
To no avail at all
These buccaneers would end up in a bucket
I do not lie
It included the fries
Sadly parts where tosses to and fro
Necks and wings and breasts were sliced
It sure was not a pretty sight
A civil war this was not
The dame was slaughtered on a southern shore
Let this me a lesson to you all you gizards
While the chickens are away
It’s for sure
This silly poet will play!!
Florida Nature
Lizard Smile – iguana neon green
In Florida some things are larger than the state
Summer is forever way down there
Lizards grow neon bright in hidden vegetation
Capture bugs on long tongues with a smile
Spanish moss veils the grasses wicked and dense
Birds of prey station themselves above nature
Thick trees and underbrush offer up moving meals
Humidity is always the welcome guest
Bushes grow long beards of briar, since it is so hot
Foliage can grow anywhere without permission
Green things prefer Florida over Texas though
As indicated or inferred
Swamps hold the rains in place; feed the young fish and birds
Nature down there tells a story dinosaur old and ancient
Symphonies of greenery thrive in secrecy
Drink the brooks winding wild
Trickling sounds from the water gurgle, “It’s nice to be alive”
Created on 3/07/15 for - Florida Nature – Poetry contest- sponsored by Rhonda Johnson- Saunders – Subject painting is “Wild Symphony”
Unrestrained, my essence glows between worlds,
in the deep tenderness of twilight
across a bridge, along a nebula gliding--
this ride held by the spirit of the wilderness,
a silence immense…
where light’s universe becomes
music to my soul -union
as the cradle of wellness... a trance almost,
expands in some universe not cornered
By winds drifting unto a meditative realm
with ease unmapped by this earthly compass:
I am at the risk of a heavenly touch... this wisdom
leading nothingness through a beautiful mystery--
There's no finality in this haloed splendor
only a discernment meeting the god within--
that from the bliss of solitude, noises hide me
in an inner sanctuary which honors peace ,
that finding my way, I am nothing but whole.
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7/27/2019
20 Titles from 20 Friends Contest of Richard Lamoureux
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Between Worlds—Pixie Dust
Tenderness of Twilight—Silent One
With Ease—Lou Loo
Beautiful Mystery—Frederic Parker
Finding my way--Richard Lamoureux
Nebula—Sunshine Smile
Touch—Rob Carmack
Splendor--Carrie Richards
Wisdom—Eve Roper
Universe—Gregory R Barden
Bridge—Victor Buhagiar
Hide Me—Kelly Deschler
The cradle—John Lawless
Cornered—Charlotte Puddiffot
A Trance Almost—Lawrence Sharp
Unrestrained—Paul Callus
Spirit of the Wilderness—Agnes Krampe
Music to My Soul-- Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
In the Deep--David Mohn
The Bliss of Solitude--Dear Heart
Hidden Beauty
Hidden beauty is not found in scribbling’s on the sub way walls
Nor in the mines below, in with the dirt and coal
Not on the lines at grocery stores or at the malls
Or digging in the dark in ice and cold, for that heart of gold
Beauty is found deeper than all things hidden
Between wrinkles and behind the lines of age
Without design or reason it is seen still living
In my loved ones face, through history, as it turns the page
In our youth we both remain the same and true
I see past the ravages of time in her glowing smile
She is the hidden path that I pursue
All directions lead to her home over the miles
Beauty takes on the challenges of youth
Like aged wine refined and growing better over time
Something once was hidden in her eyes with truth
But I found it and now she’s mine
Created on 1/20/15 for Rhonda Johnson Saunders – “Hidden Beauty” –Poetry Contest