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I LOITER AIMLESS
In spree I like to loiter lone aimless
making way through thorny bush and wild weeds
where creeper secretes peculiar fluids.
Feral flowers flowing fragrance peerless.
Waves thrashing on solitary sea shore
calling me to listen to music loud.
Symphony resonates in interlude.
Aqua opulence in gorgeous galore.
Hot scorching desert or non-mowed meadow
gives warm welcome to enjoy and wander.
Sand dust or glass blade both are my wonders
Glad to be followed only by shadow.
Sunny, cloudy or even rainy sky
Each disperses amazing ambient.
Spectacular marvelous firmament.
Dormant desires of mind dream to soar high.
Humans work hard doing great and greater.
I appreciate human emotion,
success, progress of civilization
but, adore Nature most: Smarter and better.
08/21/19
First Place
' STRAND SELECT' Contest by Brian Strand.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile. 1
Contest by Mark Toney
I go within my being and touch the core of my soul.
Like a monk in deep meditation, my mind is quiet.
Exploring the hidden, unknown truths has become my goal.
My conscience and consciousness are filled with blissful delight.
Insight, like the nectar within flowers, secretes in me.
Patience, as in cranes, amalgamates with self-control.
Concentration pervades me like that of a honey bee.
Intuitions, not impulses, play a paramount role.
I'm alert in my waking, sleeping, working, and dining.
Unlike flooding rivers, my movement is like a calm stream.
I could feel, wisdom and truth, like celestial light, shining.
This cosmic existence turns into a heavenly dream.
Each movement and moment is filled with sensitivity.
My thoughts, words, and deeds are born of psychic tranquility.
7:30 Pm 21 Oct 2014
I stumble out of my body so frail
Then off through forever I sail
I see places far and near
passing by a blurr yet clear
Why do I have to fly so fast
Why not slow down and make it last
Buzz along with a bumble bee
Sit and sing with a wren in a tree
Swim through the depths of the ocean wide
Following the whales and the dolphins at their side
burrowing deep with the lowly worm
becoming an atom what secretes to learn
Off into space as reflected sunlight
reaching through the cosmos what a wonderful flight
This is not transcendental nor is it zen
It's my imagination and dreams that I travel in
God gave us free will and creativity
To be like Him so we can see
Just how special we are to Him
And if we really look we can see Him grin
Watching His children create and dream
Living and loving is what life means
When people ask me
“how are you”, I say “fine”,
a short reply but a huge lie,
because I am a walking hospital
where in every corner disease lurks,
from head to toe the list is below.
The head splits in hypertensive headache morning till night
One eye’s vision is hazy with AMD, the other’s with cataract
The red nose runs the whole winter with spells of sinusitis
The ears are blocked to near deafness by obstinate hard wax
The aching shoulders have been frozen long by spondylosis
The blocked heart paining in angina has two stents though
The stomach secretes burning acid more than necessary
The liver sends artery-full of LDL to the stenosed heart
The sluggish kidneys have built bags under the eyes
The bloated prostate breaks sleep thrice at night
The knee joints abrade painfully in osteoarthritis
The big toes swell red in ceaseless bouts of gout.
I am still walking my hospital,
searching for a patient doctor (GP)
who will take charge and cure me.
July 29, 2019
Contest : Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsor : Dear Heart
God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..."- Unkown
Our invisible God,
difficult to undescribe Him,
Nobody saw Him,
but He lives in our pets.
Our dogs bark,
we don't know what they say,
until you know their meaning.
They bark for many reasons,
they say secretes we sometimes can't understand
Our cats meow,
nobody knows the meaning
unless you are attached to them.
A parakeet gives you a kiss because it means that loves you.
Our Dear God made an Universe where the pets are disguised for us to choose them.
Whoever you choose will be your choice, take care about them, because they last the most important time of your life.
Pets are sent by our God to give us love, something we
don't find in people most of the times.
Angels with no wings
flying next to us
making our life happier.
Be everything for them to live their whole life,
don't take their whole life for you to be disguised with white feathers.
How ideal to luxuriate
supposed divine right frill
maximizing climate control
with matter of fact bravado
creature comfort pang to fulfill
consequent flagrant portent
to exercise freewill
beware controlled environment
pays hefty bill
cracking heat as
temperature gets chill
cumulative destructive
ecological footprints generated,
thus advisable to swallow
figuratively bitter pill,
herewith suggested
binary/digital quill,
cuz unchecked energy
consumption will
necessitate fossil fuels
subjected to frack and drill
invariably contribute
render moot no rhyme
or reason for Jack and Jill
to hastily clamber uphill
fetching pail of possibly
tainted, ruined, polluted... water
evidenced courtesy eutrophication
algal blooms, decimated krill
aquatic flora and fauna stockstill
meaning... untenable for life
perhaps percolating, spewing, zapping...
seepage from landfill
nsync with detritus
many industries spill,
not necessarily directly
linkedin to cranking thermostat until
warmth ideal for barenaked ladies,
who cavort, frolic,
viz yule eyes imagistic poetic skill
veritably lighting boathouse row
reflections shimmering, scintillating,
glistening off Schuylkill
deceptive brilliant appearance
unsafe toxic drinking water courtesy mill
yens flowing electrons to power
industrial secretes no longer confidential
public knowledge and awareness critical
to stem tide allowing, enabling,
and providing juice to sustain treadmill
ever faster rat race pace of life cozily housing
*****sapiens hermetically sealed against
extreme temperatures,
ye must adapt experiencing chill
bundling layers of clothes -
case in point yours truly,
who also keeps windows ajar
refreshing brisk air lungs to fill.
Les Braves
(Iambic Pentameter)
Tan sands conceal deep furrows of their pain,
As churned emotions scream on the light breeze.
The rushing lather bubbles with red stain,
While mortar clouds suppress the dying wheeze,
That madly dared to reach the cliffs in vain.
The hostile bluff still taunts a flying skein,
Where warriors bravely tried to scale the crest.
The rock secretes long tales of plaintive strain,
Of ones that fought abreast for the oppressed,
and finally achieved the winning gain.
Yet no win comes without a shocking loss,
As the escarpment holds the treasured sons,
That fought the menace of the iron cross,
to fall heroic to opponents’ guns,
but proudly rest in peace ‘neath the grave’s moss
Note: Just came back from a visit to the D Day beaches and the American cemetery at Colleville-sur-mer, a great place of reverence.
3rd place trophy winner
10.21.22
Contest: 3 stanza poem in quintain (Sicilian)
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Does little nightingale say the cause of her song?
I write; I do not know how long my voice will gong;
Does the peacock ask a favor from you to dance?
Don't all wild, when needed, their little mite enhance?
I thought, I will write to change this world; I was wrong;
Who reads these-days? Especially poetic song;
Does the elephant fail to trumpet when needed?
Poems, from time immemorial, proceeded...!
Pigs know, before time, appearance of the earthquake,
Crows caw before a guests steps in a little home;
When an eagle can any sleeping person awake,
Can't a poet, at-least, in his memories roam...?
Buds bloom; nectar secretes; bees and flies fly around,
Should not a poet, ultimately, make his sound?
01 September 2022
I write because Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Darkness imbues sunlight,
Stars adorn pitch of night.
Pristine as north winds blow,
Huddled in loam, primroses grow.
Razor clouds streak across sky,
Starkly bleeding is dawn to eye.
Sangria balm touches azure skin,
Contrast like yang and yin.
Shadows shrink, ignoble retreat,
Selene, curtsey, obliges defeat.
Emblazes arise, heat carries,
Tip to root blushing varies.
Dawn serenades coming day,
Phoenix arose from ashes of grey.
Pigments leak from wounded sky,
Serene, expanse gone awry.
Restless in sound of silence,
Darkness stalks with defiance.
Bated pounce as sun depletes,
Across waned skies, color secretes.
Bloom resigns, surrenders,
Bows to infinite splendors.
Brigand moon ‘neath covert night
Abscond again, posies light.
Almost Time
If you say my mind is dark,
then wait until the light goes out.
I write about the earth's pain
and the suffering that's coming about.
The happiness that we once had
is now an afterthought.
I'm just a woke person with a shining light,
walking through the dark.
The nature that I live in
has taught me so much.
The brightness in my mind
is the rainbow of touch.
It secretes the knowledge
to the above-mentioned,
where the mental tries to escape
out of physical detention.
Now, it's time to elevate
to the highest degree.
Stop letting the world see you blind
when you know you can see.
Let's leave the shackles in the closet
and open up the door.
Release the energy of negativity
and be much more.
Let the world taste your desires
and fearless ways,
so we can rejoice
and live out our last days.
By: MELVINJOHNSON2026