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Evening enchantress, she carefully selects
The most exquisite place in the sky to repose.
A marvel is our Luna, inspiring
Silver poetry, tides, and young forbidden love.
Delicately pretending to not watch
At the same time, missing nothing
Stirring imaginations, inspiring music and song.
Tempting the super controlled to be more brazen.
Inciting riots and applauding unfamiliar
Maniacal behavior in her full of herself state.
Evening enchantress, never going lightly
Especially when she is full.
Magic evening enchantress, revered by all.
Showing her face, and her wiles.
Sharing whispers with hoot owls and wolves.
Visiting nightly, outside windows of dreamers.
Written 3-08-19
Contest: Liquid Luna Lace
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
The only difference between family and friends
although both enchant, delight and amuse…
is that destiny selects our family…
while our friends…are the family we choose:
There is this group of women I am blessed to know
who met when they were younger…many years ago.
Their friendships formed in school and in the places where they dwelled
and while growing up together…their friendships grew as well.
I wonder as they look back on those innocent times from their past…
It they ever dreamed, way back then, how long their friendships would last.
But there came a time growing up…the end of their high school days
when this group of friends, as often happens, went their separate ways.
Some stayed in touch with one another…others lost track of who, what, where and when…until fate brought them back together and they were those young friends again.
For one of the beauties of friendship…is that once a friendship begins
It’s like a revolving door…always open…and easy to step back in.
And so I marvel when they get together…sharing stories…sharing smiles
watching as they bring out old memories to savor for a while.
As I watch these now older women relive memories created many years before…
they all seem to be a little younger than when they walked in through the door.
Which makes me marvel at their friendships…marvel at how they came to be…
and wonder at what point did this group of friends …become a family…
If I’m ever asked for the definition of happiness…
I know what I’m going to do…
I’ll quietly point to this family of friends
as they share some smiles…
a few laughs…
and a memory or two.
Living in this world as God's servant
seeking to please the creator of all
our giving must be total of one's self
nothing less is acceptable for your call
This call is divinely sent from heaven above
the triune God Himself selects His very own
for to serve their master on the highest of high
He who saved them from a heart of stone
The living God who gives His approval
to only those that give Him their best
so they've no need of being ashamed
standing tall truly passing God's test
God has given mortal men His word
the divine inerrant authoritative scriptures
this needs corrective handling throughout
for God's truth is indeed what really cures
Be faithful to the God of wonders
standing firm proving God is true
giving yourself to His perfect will
to worship Him who made you
(2 Timothy 2:15 "Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a
worker who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly handles the word of truth.")
Lower you say? No way!!!!!!
Sewer rats fare better
Politicians are the bottom
Of this poetic society
Yet for all their failings
We are protected
We are spoiled
Laziness is our new Idol
Oh let us sit on our chairs
Ranting poetic verse
Let us not lift a finger
Contributing to society, this must surely be a sin
Besides, if we endeavor to help?
Will they not label us politicians?
NO NO NO not that
Let me complain!!!!!!!!
He who complains is KING
Power corrupts!!!
This is true
The fools who don’t vote
Keep them there like glue
You too can be a politician
If you really care
To get off your azz
Go change the world, I dare you
Oh wait you shall see
Not so easy in that high moral chair
With all your critics climbing to demolish
Re-election is a love affair
Brave men and woman have died
So that you can have freedoms and the vote
Be ashamed if you are a critter on the couch
Of those fine men who died for your right
To do nothing
Yelping like dogs and complain, sure feels good
Politicians are people just like you, yuck!!!!!
Good and bad there is no doubt
When good men fail to speak out
Bad ones fill their shoes
So I say this to all
Stop your laziness……fools
For surely, the fool is the one
Who selects the king he does not want
Unless of course
He was busy with a nap and missed it all
If you are not a politician
Who are you?
I dare ask?
Notes: This sure is not meant to defend politicians, this is meant as a humorous write to show that not all things are so black and white. I certainly do no like the current state of affairs, but I do know this, not participating, not contributing, not helping to make things better, not getting involved, are not the answers. People died for our freedoms, and we have become to lazy to stand up for them. If you don’t like who is in Office, then by all means let’s make it you who is in Office. Many good politicians are saddened that when they get there, they have no support. Here is a happy thought, when you wake up each day ask yourself, “what can I do today, to make this world a better place” and it can be the smallest of details, all great things start with a seed!
Happy Days to all you Soupers!
Written: December 27, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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At dawn of a place cocooned once in avarice
silver-haired savvy savor sweetness
serene symphony of silliness...
Each echo is adorned
in mirrors of moments whilom
Still, the illness remains a threat
Silhouettes shaped by streetlight gloom.
Luigi Mangione delivers an arcane calix
crestfallen at awe-in junction of cathartic pain,
mark of jeopardy, spirits who stumbled
amid intricate twists of a complex web
where wellness waltzs whimsically as demon
sibylline, errorless, and suave
flimsy fusion of flux and mellifluous maunder.
Let us linger in lurched odds of yeender,
covenant, of concept, and courtesy
firm freedom fetching fairness for all.
seeking serenity in the scripts of statutes.
Yet we wonder, wrapped in a
whirlwind of wearying red tape
frailty of fitness, a puzzling paradox
where reviews reverberate as an epiphany
as doctors and designs decide the merit
yesterday's valiant victors,
confront morrow's troubling disregard.
Oh, the convoluted challenges of continuing!
a clock clicks constantly in the foreground
each tick teases the transience of time
whilst systems swirl swiftly shift and shape
to the tempo of transition, a thrum of turmoil
In a society that shuns, or selects to shun,
figures featuring fervent faces, fates at stake.
We stand strong, side by side, in such a struggle
amid a wave of apathy and regulations
the price of wellness is presented plainly
a burden of broad-based break bears our back
yet, we discover dynamism in togetherness
a steadfast strength of souls have survived storms
in chuckles of cherished seniors, once more liberated.
As we ascend from the abyssal katabatic,
let us linger on the lessons learned
a frailty of life, a grace of guardianship
and let Luigi’s manifesto heard an odyssey
a clarion call for a fairer future
where the weak are warmly welcomed
and the whispers of a wretched world
weave a wondrous wave of wellness.
Split the apple, change the chip
Move the wire, solder it
Add a little something new
One more thing your phone can do
Trace the circuit, careful cut
Close the case, snap it shut
Power up, locate the app
Tap the icon: 'Take No Crap'
Stood away from rush hour crowd
Isolated talking loud
HTC in jacket pocket
Apple out for scum to clock it
Moped rider eyes his prize
Dollar signs in place of eyes
Mounts the pavement moving fast
Grabs the phone while speeding past
Owner seems too shocked to grapple
Rider gets a brand new apple
Man retrieves his HTC
Selects the contact: TNC
Watches vermin race away
Got a shock for him today
Thus, when clear from one and all
Single thumb press makes the call
Rider answers with a grin
Places phone beside his chin
One handed, speeds the dotted line
Get lost, Pal, this phone is mine
Then a small explosive rumble
Moped rider takes a tumble
Doesn't stir and doesn't stand
Got no head and got no hand
Split the apple, change the chip
Move the wire, solder it
Add a little something new
One more thing your phone can do
Trace the circuit, careful cut
Close the case, snap it shut
Power up, locate the app
Tap the icon: 'Take No Crap'
Gaia embraces the root network of the world’s fleshiest trees
sand, stone, clay and black dirt swirl around her ancient core
gemstones of emerald, opal and topaz lie dormant
oceans figure out a place to sit on her lap
volcanoes and wind tunnels announce
fire and ice make room for themselves
Gaia reorganizes the elements and elementals
her feminine power welcomes them with open psyche
watching oaks, willows, elms, hickories and maples are validated
as are radishes, carrots, corn, beets, apples, pears and peaches
she selects none over another
robins, cardinals, butterflies, and dragonflies appear
the goddesses of the overworld cheer
In the evening quiet hours silence speaks loudly of her
while outside the stars forget to twinkle and the moon hides its face
until morning sun brightens day and sparkles on dewdrops.
He recalls her laughter when spring flowers begin to bloom
each one chosen carefully as if she knew they would long outlast
her temporary stay with him upon this hallowed earth.
There are thorns on the summer roses that are quick to prick
the unwary garden wanderer as he selects the perfect
bloom for lost love now sleeping beneath a marble marker.
Winter arrives quite suddenly with icy cold despair
and wind whipping drafts against the lonely cabin once built for her
his rose of youth long dead and gone he lays his head to rest.
When a mother bird decides to build a nest
She selects a spot that she deems is best.
The sheer survival of her species rest
On the precious eggs she lays in that nest.
When God decided he would build a home
The entire universe He would comb
To find the spot that He knew would be best
For His image-bearers to safely rest.
Science confirms God chose the ideal spot
To sustain all forms of life on this dot.
When the creation of the orbs was done,
The earth was the right distance from the sun.
After the holy pair were placed on the earth
God’s daily visit filled their hearts with mirth.
After sin, God came down with man to dwell
And then to die in man’s place and taste hell.
When He comes again to make earth anew
He’ll dwell with His saints eternally through.
God will leave His throne in heaven above
to live on earth with the people He loves.
At the age of seven or eight
I was allegedly being rather naughty
So my mother threatens Behave!!
or you're for it very shortly
The behaviour it continues
ignore her impassioned plea
The belt now comes out
the time has come to flee
Mother jumps into the car
and begins the frantic chase
She's catching up !
time to find a safety space
Just ahead there's refuge so I shimmy up this tree
Whilst I'm in this tree she selects
one or three odd smaller stone
At me !! She throws! Way off target
there's another skill she needs to hone
Mother's gone. Hunger has set in I come down and wander home for tea
The misdemeanour is forgotten
a belting I escape
Thank heavens can now relax
feeling in good shape
Perhaps I am lucky
that she never learnt to climb
Perhaps she should have honed this skill
for when I ran away each time
The outcome however is not always the same
one other day I ran away from home it was an earlier time frame
When I returned my mother. Me,
with rope she tightly bound
I fell asleep with rope
still yet to be unwound
There are many events in life
that seem like hardship at the time
I often turn them into humour
I am blessed. Living is sublime