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With his carefully coiffed, yellow combed over hair
Fake smile and trophy wife, no wonder people stare
This jester is a maniac, in charge of the United States
Making decisions that cause many heated debates
Congress is in turmoil, folks are scared to say a word
This joker is pulling their strings, and it really is absurd
If someone disagrees with him or steps a little out of line
They last as little as ten days. The jester is such a swine
At least Humpty Dumpty wasn’t trying to build a wall
If this jester doesn't shape up, he’s headed for a great fall!
Jester Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
08-08-17
Play me a tune,sing me a song
Take me places where lone hearts belong.
Put your strong arms around my waist
Unveil the smile upon this face.
Make me belief in dreams long gone
Stay close to me till early dawn.
Show me the world,walks on the coast
Protect me from each noxious ghost.
Play me a tune,sing me a song
Take me places where lone hearts belong.
Put your strong arms around my waist
Unveil the smile upon this face.
Cover past scars with deep- pressed lips
Soak my dry river with just one kiss.
Build us a cabin with a mountain view
Shape up my night with thoughts of you.
Play me a tune,sing me a song
Take me places where lone hearts belong.
Put your strong arms around my waist
Unveil the smile upon this face.
Reach out for me like a gentle breeze
A Summer ripple in starlit seas.
A voice which soothes,A voice which heals
Whisper soft lullabies into my sleep.
Play me a tune, sing me a song
Take me places where lone hearts belong
Play me a tune,sing me a song
Take me places where two hearts belong.
In my ecotherapeutic world view,
right brain and left stratosphere friendly,
I know two interdependent types of people,
Mushy Meditators
and Prickly Performers.
These two, together, help all of us win,
democratically and multiculturally,
when Performers
listen to
and read more compassion remediating Meditators'
performance medications.
And,
frankly, it would also help shape up
and encourage peak experience resilience
if Meditators
would Perform with more cooperative co-investments
and ecopolitical win/win compassion
where dutiful Truth actively celebrates joyful Beauty
when neuro-sensory bliss
explodes into throbbing wonder
and climaxing awe.
We need,
(or is it just me?)
compassionate integrity
more LeftBrain high
and deep learning RightBrain bicameral
transregenerative win/win joy communion,
local community
and national nonviolent communication
and globally not stern PatriarchalCapitalist competitions
Better resilient resistance
through ecofeminist
multicultural LeftBrain OverPerformance Cancellers
Counselors for patriarchal Performance addiction
cancelling further capital competitive investment
in dark rumination
rather than win/win mushy Meditation
medication
Inducing my ecotherapeutic world view,
right brain and left ecopolitically friendly.
Deep in the south, lives the Southern Pine.
I love the fresh pine scent, it’s really quite divine.
The palms adorn the water’s edge, such sturdy summer trees.
As they grow, they will bend and shape up in the breeze.
The Magnolia has a lovely flower; its scent is, oh so sweet.
Downwind in the evening breeze; it makes the day complete.
Evergreens unfurling their new baby greens; will make a fright, Halloween;
when their mass of moss highlights eerie moons scenes.
The Catalpas displaying their long pods; nicknamed Cigar Trees;
create an eerie vision of waving fingers in the breeze.
Pawpaw trees, with their sweet fruits; better than bananas;
These tasty treats are great to eat so, fill up your bandanna!
Southern trees are beautiful, like Cypresses and Red Cedars. You must go south to see them all; yes you must, dear readers.
“I”
said
The Lord
God Almighty
“Am the way, the
Truth, and the Life*;
The sure direction-Giver
The prudent master Teacher
Who leads victoriously toward
Eternal security in heaven forever.”
Thus, I follow
Him earnestly
By His grace…
With eagerness
Through faith
In His Word so
Precious, great
Powerful, pure.
I abide in His…
…Will that is…
Perfect, good,
Acceptable…
Knowing that
He loves me
Just as I am.
*John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
July 10, 2018
Edited on February 18, 2025
3rd place, "YOUR CHOICE d" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/10/2025
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SHAPE UP Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
1st place in the contest
icy daggers serrated his chilly mind
memories sharp as polar bear’s claws
wielded reminiscent evocation in pain
how he longed for selective amnesia
heart and reason at war with the enemy
a battle only to be won if he surrendered
to inevitability that conflicts were useless
unless of course they concluded in cease fire
his father had fought at the Russian Front
which left his own upbringing out in the cold
no Potemkin façade could melt the chagrin of
twelve years of Germanic menace and madness
both of them prisoner to emotional deprivation
trans-generational transmission of trauma in action
it was bitterly cold in the heat of many a moment
and icicles festered in the young brain to be formed
shape up they said – fight flight or freeze
food for thought no doubt but what about feelings
many winters have passed and the old man is dead now
took many secrets and memories into his grave
the boy now in his sixties decided he needed a snow man
carrot charcoal eyes and Che Guevara’s bandana
collected drift wood from a beach of forgiveness
and danced around the bonfire of exorcised hurt
until permafrost yielded to fire and passion in time
he had been his own antagonist for far too long
curlicues perhaps
the Catholic nun
wouldn’t let me engage
in penmanship shape
“shape up, sit straight!!”
yet the ancients
would whirligig
with their featherings
fill up the page
with their zorro-like signature
tap-tap-tap
the teacher’s brought me back
to life, to engage
in this ((yawn)) bor…ing
admonish the swording
don’t let me squander her time
keep in step with the four wall attack
windows of daydreams grow black
march march march
in two straight Madeline-s
the feather tickles my digits
my mind metamorphic
the rhymes fantastic
tap-tap-tap
this time near my ear
the fearsome whip
that steers me
into correction
dear nun’s satisfaction
i’ll get an A
in penmanship
but conduct -
can’t shut me up
My emotions have been fried
I don't know how much I've tried
For you to notice and listen
The way you've been badly dissin'
All the work I'm putting in
To save our love once again
The attitude that I've been getting
Needs to stop or slowly lessen
Because there's no way I can
Help you even understand
How much my heart needs you so
It wants our love to sweetly grow
And blossom to a pretty garden
But you've become so rude and rotten
It's keeping our love seeds down'
And not growing from the ground
Into a passionate bouquet
In a colorful display
That's so bright and beautiful
But your gonna end it all
If you don't shape up your mood
And drop down on the bad 'tude
O I
am so
sad now
that she left
for up above.
Twenty years
is a long time
to love a cat,
this sweet.
A kitten came
that fit my hand
all fluffy and purring,
she loved to cuddle
all the long nights.
I held her in my arms
till her body was stone.
And now I go to the place
where I buried my beauty.
I told my friends- no, no,
more cats for this here girl.
They say just give it time!
Oh, oh my- days are empty,
sometimes, I hear her soft
meow call, calling for me,
and that breaks my heart.
Tears,
now
fall
fall
fall
like
rain
on
my
new
wee
cat.
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August 23, 2018 - Repost
Poetry/Concrete/Concrete Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1307-284-23
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest Shape Up
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 11/29/20
First Place