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It was my long-cherished dream, get a chance
to be a poet garnering gamut of reputation.
So, I imagined I became Shakespeare for once,
dissolved the past, rose from suspended animation.
I remembered I wrote once, in our lives our time
experienced “the winter of our discontent”.
I hoped I would feel now the joy of spring sublime,
but found the winter perpetuate even in the present.
In all walks of life the confusing question in my time then
was the quandary of options “to be or not to be”,
but now this dilemma bothered anyone less than often,
for everybody wanted to be rich and scruple free.
I couldn’t write my Sonnet like that of the Bard of Avon,
for my utterly dismayed muse found he was gone.
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January 9, 2023
Contest : Shakespeare In 2023
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Freudian Slip --- Insight of Lip --- Dane Ann
Gravestone ---Heart- Mark ---Dane Ann
Gall --- Vexing Vixen --- Dane Ann
Happiness --- Bounteous Bliss ---Dane Ann
Hog Sty --- Power Pen --- Dane Ann
Indigent --- Penniless Pauper --- Dane Ann
Insistent --- Relentless Nagging ---Dane Ann
Jerring ---Heartless Heckler --- Dane Ann
Jovial --- Cheery Chirping --- Dane Ann
Sports Nuts --- Crunchy Food, Poetic Mood For All to Read --- Linda-Marie Bariana
Good Vibrations --- Ghostly Groove --- Catie Lindsey
Last Will and Testament --- Dead Bread ---Catie Lindsey
Fine Wine and Spirits --- Wink and Drink ---Catie Lindsey
Agreement --- Words Concurred --- Dane Ann
Argument --- Quite Quarrel --- Dane Ann
Banter --- Chat Wit --- Dane Ann
Care --- Need Heed --- Dane Ann
Conscience --- Scruple Snooper --- Dane Ann
Detective --- Fact Grinder --- Dane Ann
Ducking --- Waddle Quacking --- Dane Ann
Emotional --- Frazzle Dazzled --- Dane Ann
Ship Mate --- Toy Boat --- HG
Gravestone --- Dead Cert. --- Sean Kelly
Broadcaster --- American Female Newscaster --- Sean Kelly
Cold War --- Battle Against Swine Flu ---Sean Kelly
Silicon Valley --- Cleavage, After Breast Enhancement --- Sean Kelly
Hebrew --- Jewish Tea For Men Only --- Sean Kelly
I’m on the synthetic stage of the deceptive domain,
revolving with my split mind, entrapped in bi-polarity,
under the illusory limelight of the pretentious time,
where I’m enmeshed within the contrived paradoxes.
In the make-belief drama of life I act with no scruple,
for I face so many false faces flocking around me.
Losing identity in the conglomerate of counterfeit facades,
I don’t perform by the prompt of my prudent hidden heart.
In the masquerading faces reflected in my warped mirror,
I see concealed the contorted lines of rancid rancor.
As with their phony pretense I play a compromising role,
my transformed face of spite, the actor in me disguises.
As the turning time’s deceiving show goes on and on,
prevailing spotlights glare on the veiled visage of fraud.
Finding a fake place to survive in the pretend archive,
I’m a configured antique in the museum of masked faces.
Written: December 24, 2023, For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest
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Forgiveness is felicity fetching a hefty feud.
It warms our hearts and improves our mood.
To live calmly on Earth, embrace forgiveness.
Dexterously Defrock dawn air; discover dearness.
As a fury furrow flees, I forgive you—feigned foe.
Sustain stance—yessing zeal, solemnize and glow
Forgive and allow your foe an alternative chance.
As he begs for pardon with his frail stance,
Scintillate the shiny strands of the sealed niche.
Paths of forgiveness reveal an intriguing switch.
With prayer, ember angels carry spots to paradise.
Requesting a thoughtful endeavor toward demise.
Hearse historically hab-dabs with the dead.
With dawn of fresh days, let's start a raw tread.
Continue treading amidst reduced leaf drift.
Flower sheaths peeking down when buds swift?
As seen from a prism of vanished years.
How innocuous the task and the tiara appear.
In times of harmony, past feuds were futile.
A vanishing scowl encircles the path scruple.
Furthermore, when anger or fury is at its peak,
There is a factor worse for the heart: to speak.
Being loved is all that matters in this world.
Pray for peace, ease the burden of an iron sword.
Same plight—yelling, oral, mental, and emotive.
Septic sequels stir kids to feel fearful and erosive.
Reducing their physical and mental resilience.
Subverting their intended infancy and innocence.
Flowers have brighter petals and fragrance.
Though previously absent—sky in its radiance.
Defying gravity tug feels absurd, yet it's true.
Now each stride is airy, and there is no foe.
Forgiveness has a way of lifting gloomy moods.
It truly restores vigor and removes toxic feuds.
1st Place Contest Winner
Environmental sumptuous symmetry uniquely resplendent,
kaleidoscopic kindling of the visual nirvana,
spiral rapture enshrouded stimulant,
sapphire dawn first light purr nectareous,
a mint ice tinged mystic morning mantra,
that pearl stud morph to fortify a lifelong gumption,,
my refrain when I turbulently wade,
through the gust blown fronds of
moisture beadlet grassland,
parsley scent haze a blissful hover,
companion piece to a crystal ball air float,
exotic bird flock hymnody chaotic,
invigorating sonic feasts caress green tree copses,
natural world refuge from the algal bloom of toxic menace,
when disruption, demonic and destabilising,
suddenly impinges like an incandescent meteoric charge,
spewing ashen vomit with brutal oscitation,
without a shard of qualm, twinge of scruple,
or even faint scintilla’s rueful finger,
earthly pulchritude’s grandiloquent cocktail unfurls,
like a gallant rapid rescue mission from the elements,
to brandish freshwater lakes so alluring,
sea star tidal pools, azurite strewn rustic ripple
tides,
I am endowed and emboldened to an enduring
advocacy,
of this behemoth planet so boundless in its beauty,
Dear earth my shelter
within grasp now under siege
still I “dwell” in hope
Vendors ply their trade in open air without an air or grace,
the velvet chocolate slabs so neatly laid,
suitable for vegans but a salve to pointless guilt the label said,
my texting fingers drip
with honeyed scruple,
Like dates?
give us this day our daily bread is how we earn our corn,
a corny line no less,
pumpkin seed in barrels dot each loaf as if it were an invite
to a milling throng
another corny item on the menu,
off the wall, off the tongue and off the fork
from shell to shelf is how we go to market with such buzzword brand elan.
Yet us artisans must surely set our sights beyond the sound of cash tills or the pin pad swipe and scan zeitgeist
I thought for a long time you were my good friend,
trusted you with a faithful mind, I didn’t pretend.
But in my difficult times you had betrayed me,
I saw the mask you wore fall discarded in debris.
Your flashing deceptive eyes then revealed
you seethed, with an inferno of hatred you’re filled.
Your twisted tongue spilled out words unkind,
smeared with the toxin of the malicious mind.
The scruple of your sane senses turned into ember,
erupted violently out of the fuming fiery chamber.
It flew in the spreading smoke of stifling spite,
consumed the remains of reason you lost outright.
I didn’t stray away from you to self-heal, dejected,
or sought a shelter in the den of disdain, isolated.
Nor did I ignite another silent flame within me
to face you and feel good in retaliation with glee.
I realized that a fire can’t ever extinguish or contain
another fire, for both burn the space of restrain.
I faced you with self-assured confident calm gaze,
for the serenity of my soul you couldn’t ever blaze.
The flow of forgiveness emanated from within me
as the empathy ambrosia of divine fountain spree.
The emerging lenience suffused me with cool potion,
doused the fire within me by ardent absolution.
In the space of my bruised essence that mended slow,
I felt the benign breeze of prudent composure blow.
I rose from the ashes where the wronged feeling grew
to send from my tolerant heart good wishes to you.
we did not Dye in vain!
from “songs of the sea snails”
though i’m just a slimy crawler,
my lineage is proud:
my forebears gave their lives
(oh, let the trumps blare loud!)
so purple-mantled Royals
might stand out in a crowd.
i salute you, fellow loyals,
who labor without scruple
as your incomes fall
while deficits quadruple
to swaddle unjust Lords
in bright imperial purple!
Originally published by The American Dissident
Notes: In ancient times the purple dye produced from the secretions of purpura mollusks (sea snails) was known as “Tyrian purple,” “royal purple” and “imperial purple.” This dye was greatly prized in antiquity and was very expensive according to the historian Theopompus: “Purple for dyes fetched its weight in silver at Colophon.” Thus, purple-dyed fabrics became status symbols, and laws often prevented commoners from possessing them. The production of Tyrian purple was tightly controlled in Byzantium, where the imperial court restricted its use to the coloring of imperial silks. A child born to the reigning emperor was literally porphyrogenitos ("born to the purple") because the imperial birthing apartment was walled in porphyry, a purple-hued rock, and draped with purple silks. Royal babies were swaddled in purple; we know this because the iconodules, who disagreed with the emperor Constantine about the veneration of images, accused him of defecating on his imperial purple swaddling clothes!
Environmental sumptuous symmetry unique,
resplendent in its dewdrop saturated garb,
kaleidoscopic kindling of the visual nirvana,
spiral rapture resonance so stimulating,
sapphire dawn first light purr nectareous,
a mint ice tinged mystic morning mantra,
that pearl stud morph to fortify lifelong,
gumption dormant within each journey,
in earthly awe when I turbulently wade,
through the hazy gust blown fronds of,
moisture beadlet sun soaked grassland,
parsley scent haven that fragranf hover,
companion piece to a crystal ball air float,
exotic bird flock hymnody chaotic vestige,
invigorating sonic feasts daub green trees,,
natural world refuge from algal bloom toxic,
when disruption, demonic and dreadful,
impinges incandescent meteoric charge,
spewing ashen vomit with brutal oscitation,
without a shard of qualm, twinge of scruple,
or even faint scintilla of some rueful finger
yet worldy pulchritude’s cocktail unfurls,
gallant rapid rescue from the elements,
to brandish brackish freshwater lakes alluring,
seaweed tidal pools, rustic ripple streamlets
I am so emboldened to enduring advocacy
of this planet so boundless in its deft sweep
Dear earth my shelter
within grasp now under siege
still I “dwell” in hope?
A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk, bespoke winged creature, Combe of pleuron.
Turin shroud spotter in the mise en scene melting pot.
The spirited stride of pavement strollers prompted by
agenda.
Metatarsals on the march.
Street vendor’s spooky cry with banjo beating busker at his side.
Dirt pan bellow and brittle strum about the
orange alert ahead.
Crowded car park, careening bus, frustrated taxi driver rank and file.
Backstreet Barney or kerfuffle on the lawn.
Swing sign overhead, a pawn in every trending breeze.
Office block malarkey cutting capers for the press.
New age ante-fix, the cover tile for corruption.
Whistle blowing wag inside the
city centre fault line.
Brass neck
reservoir of hoodwink high and low.
Harassed mother, barefoot beggar
nervously extends her rusted tin.
Guilt edge coin as bandage to our shoddy scruple.
Bag lady on the fringe of some haute couture complex.
Stasi-like security whose bluff veneer belies an inner
bludgeon.
Crouton salad diner has his finger on the pulse but not his pulse rate!
Tycoon in transition with an open brief!
Teflon tyrant
back to the future.
Ambulance chaser …. legal eagle…..with fortune in misfortune their calling card .
To the limit and beyond like an offshore Ansbacher.
Noonday bell
interloper at the scuttlebutt tavern.
Seconds out,
moments out,
hours in a hari kari haze.
Sensei’s of the left filling void with vacuum.
Laboured diatribe against dynasty, trite slogans, empty rhetoric, mannah from heaven?
All this from the cadres of social despotism!
Passage, the
pollinating insect of aroha.
Behind the rhythm of the grind a broad leaf grain of hope may sprout.
Green shoots of bounty.
Latent sidewalk bloomer.
Blossom by default or tender impulse