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it twas evereth the 14th
and ladle had stilled consequence
perceptive decorum and froth's
constable would, could naught
cold heart and battled fart
bequeath to thee
a brothersome free
door and locksey
leashed a board in mercy
a wait, as bait, beside boyhood fate
to undress against
shallowed peasant
four returned to Ireland
bedside and tired
blankets paging in grass
ant's weary temperment at gas
a home a key
a star left he
the all might and his coward
to run the knights
round to Britain
i and i only minors scribes
have told in telling
of poor bottoms swelling
I'm the cells cavern
An orchestrated advance
The corridor the call
The snip the fall
Interior design in might
Out of castled walls flight
Terror in known streets
Publication and ceremony in defeat
They will have had we Rome
And no thing at door
Battle as framers wools
The third wall of a fine ants parish
Forward the Chinese admiral
Dolcezza III
Your Beauty’s taught me lessons I'd not learn,
If I had shallowed in a wetter place,
And sought the fires that warm but do not burn –
I never would have gazed upon your face.
But I desired to breathe the fragrant fire,
And run like madmen do, from Here to There,
And bathe my hopes in hot pools of desire,
And press my lips into your jasmine hair.
No wonder I have seeded Life with deeds,
To form from humble clay a humble pot,
And run my fingers through the herbs and weeds,
To find out if you'd want what I have got.
I would again pursue you if I could,
But you are fled unto the Hazelwood.
Horny bird
Sing for me
Let me feel happiness again
Bring me back my peace
Let your message be my remedy
Yes horny bird sing to my soul
Don't leave me down this deep
Uplift my mind with your melody
Heal my heart with your flow
Yes horny bird sing to me
Your songs bring freedom
To my soul
Horny bird
Happy days are strange
Sadness has shallowed my peace
Worries has taken over my mind
So horny bird sing to me
Let me feel life again
Take me so high
Were my pains will fade away
Take me to the moon
Take me to the sun
Were I will morn no more for the night
Let me free with out pains
Bless my soul with your beauty and melody
So horny bird sing to me
Let my poetry bleed the words of love
To a dying world
For the sake of humanity
A crushed light ignored the barrens warped,
The portrait stretched its walled character,
Gambler garments malice of shown marked,
Wakes a loose parley of losers barked,
Drawn drank sense, of the disparager,
The darkened questioned, shaped silhouettes,
Of obscurities merit its due,
Glares moves a heap of token assets,
A lengthened armed shallowed some regrets,
Facedown with cards, the table knew,
Pictured paints like an artful dodger,
The enclosed grows taller than itself,
Outranked and owned outspoken codger,
Last-minute cribbed the homey lodger,
Marmalade sweetens right off the shelf,
A day begets a dawning nightfall,
The narrowed light cast a long shadow,
All turned their backs against the stonewall,
Except for the vague, zoned off-the-wall,
The latent unperturbed sort, John Doe.
*Image of A Universal Star by Private Stock.
A Penitent Soliloquy
It is in junctures like these that I encounter myself
traversing a meadow of spring colors just yon the lea
where purples and pinks contest further
plus blues delivering pursuit for an actual take.
In the completeness of the stretched out rivalry
as its foremost spectator wavered I in gratefulness
for its breathtaking rainbowed exhibition of magnificence
existed through our ambitious custodian in heaven.
Reluctantly, yielded I to my reason for it lay
just round the bend farther than the footing of
lowly chaparrals fronting the forest boundaries
like sentries of some consecrated hearth.
Unexpectedly, a window of circumstance burst
open from the back of me and as slightly revolved I,
beaming rays shot back hosting a flurry of blue jays
landing within the shrubs thrashing about till only a chorale of tweets were heard.
Again, found I a pensive motivation rallied to fruition by song, nonetheless, the journey must I and the pathway didst return me towards shallowed trees until giant redwoods rounded themselves about me.
A laden rock, the purpose of me being at that spot, was a makeshift altar stone where cometh I to pray, amidst the ambiance of consolation, the serenity of solitude and isolation factors in profound deliberative candor.
All that I've seen and heard this day, truly believe I to bear witness of your awesome omnipotence, your overwhelming omnipresence, and your omniscient being overall, I come humbly before you in supplication.
On penitent knees, I beseech you oh heavenly father as I look upon thy countenance I pray, forgive me of the iniquities that shamefully bore I and give me the strength to shed off the wiles of evil so that I may be your good and faithful servant, unto you, Lord the Father, Lord the Son, and Lord the Holy Spirit, I pray, Amen and Amen!
2022 January 29
*10th Place*
Repent and Believe
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2022 January 30