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Joy You Feel Deep Inside

J-oy you feel deep inside
H-as made eyes see no mess; 
A-ugust tenth early morn, 
N-ice view removes mare's nest.
E-ach joy you feel deep inside
L-ets your heart beat in mirth; 
L-ove of God has brought
E-cstasy to your birth.

D-elight and pure pleasure
A-re here to stay for long; 
R-eplacing the snake pit, 
A-gony, anguish and wrong.
G-reat joy and excitement
A-re here to make you happy; 
Y-our mind never thinks of sorrow, pain and misery.

P-ure joy you feel deep inside
A-ims to cause you thrill; 
R-apture and amazement
A-re erasing the coldest chill.
G-ood greeting and wish
A-re now turning the tide; 
S-weet regards truly tell about the joy you feel deep inside.
Form: Acrostic


The Many Faces of Love

What is love?

The North Star guiding
a lost seafarer home,
Or the Siren song luring
him to the rocky shores?
Is it frolicking in the moonlit night
in a field of flowers
Or trudging across
an arid, scorching desert?
Is it a freeway to bliss and joy
Or a meandering trail
through a rugged terrain
of grief and woe?
Is it a cup of hemlock
Or a chalice of nectar?
Is it a snake pit
Or a bridge over the chasm
of hatred and bigotry?
Is it an ever-elusive mirage
Or the rock of Gibraltar?

Love is all that and more,
And yet it’s nothing,
A mere emotion, a feeling –
At first blush, irrelevant 
And yet, 
It’s an impetus, a catalyst –
An euphoria permeating our entire being--
"Love is a many-splendored thing!"*

*(P.F.Webster / Sammy Fain)

~"Types of Love" contest by Nayda Negron

Toward Treasure

5/25/22

Living in the nether
Couldn't keep it together
For a long time wore a fetter
Remaining tethered
Occasionally got tarred and feathered
To your expectations I lost interest if I'll ever measure
Eventually I read a letter
Took off my sweater
Then walked an Irish Setter
With a harness and leash made of leather
I already moved on, but I'm not a forgetter
These days there's a lot of rumor spreaders
Throughout any kind of weather
Instead of settling for lesser
I got to do better at saving cheddar
The same is said for pushing a hard line toward treasure
Felt like I fell into a great rift
Then into a snake pit
Had to escape quick
Before any fangs bit
Instead of staying on the same 
I had to change it
Instead of being makeshift
Meanwhile I started to weightlift
Off the leash
To say the least
I sunk in my teeth
And had a feast
Just like a beast
In all directions, even the East
I always wish the best to my nephew and niece
Now I need to accomplish more feats
Until I'm deceased
Became a changed man
Dealt some strange hands
Across a wasteland
Just when it all started to rain bad
Couldn't stay sad
Instead I'll remain glad
If I may add
Regardless of what fate had
I had an adaptable game plan
Form: Rhyme

Forgetting Fault With Forgiveness

I-t's time to forget the fault, 
S-aying you forgive someone; 
M-ake it easy for your life, 
A-ccepting what's been done.
E-asy to forget, it's true, if you possess purity of heart; 
L-et animosity vanish, let anger and hatred depart.

M-ake the mistake be forgotten, 
A-fter your mind has made up; 
N-ever let nonchalant way
G-et into the crack or gap.
L-et the wrong be brought
I-nto the night's oblivion; 
C-hoose the righteous path, 
M-aking a walk in the horizon.
O-bliterate the mare's nest, as well as the snake pit; 
T-ry your best to erase them, eliminating them bit by bit.

G-rave sin is all but nothing
U-nless it's not forgiven; 
M-ove on for a fresh start, 
A-llowing your soul to open.
W-ords of God can remove
I-ll feelings, tumble and mess; 
D-ay twenty-seven September pray, forgetting fault with forgiveness.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Feeling Criminal

 She feels your eyes on her like she's a criminal 
And the feeling is not deemed subliminal  
Manipulate others to see it your way
Minimizing her just makes your whole day 

What are you thinking that she would steal from you 
In possessions and home, she has as much as you do 
The difference being she got her's all alone 
You relied on others to help pay for your home

Following her like she's a snake that will bite 
As if she has enough venom to strike 
Dismissing her as if a servant isn’t right 
Putting her out like the trash every night 

Holding against her things from the past 
A couple of times when she strayed from the path 
Teenagers make mistakes the same as you do 
Why do you treat her as if she were still two 

Criticize her to friends and family  
One day you will turn and there no one will be 
She has about had it with your dictatorship 
Magnify things in your mind ain’t legit 

Raised her kids had trials in their teenage years 
If she held it against them she’d hear nothing but jeers 
Looking for scorpions in your snake pit 
Look around closely she's not that viper that spits 

Sorry that she has always been your side thorn 
You broke her and now the relationship is torn 
Don’t you realize yet that she is the only one left 
By not mentioning you deny that she even exist 

You brag about the children she has born 
Yet she is the one you act like sprang from the corn 
One day you’ll wake up and soon you’ll realize 
Her Teenage mistakes are the reason they thrive 

Without those mistakes, you would be all alone 
Who is the only one who stuck close to home 
Take a good look she's a woman full grown
Think about that when you toss up your bones


Premium Member Fortune Cookie Retold

To be or not to be that is here the question of ambivalence

	Or is it the answer posed as a dire request

Socrates might have a shot and I don’t mean the soccer player

	Although goal line technology comes to my mind

A red line a yellow card but the great man never wavers

	I know nothing but that I know for sure

While writers split hairs Schrödinger’s cat purrs on the track

	A lightening Bolt rushes to the podium of gold

Archimedes shouts Eureka but floats on Delphi’s rubber duck

	Can’t even wash the grime without fake news

Nietzsche declares God a diver dead in ephemeral water

	A sending off offence but does the referee live

While atoms leap in great quantum faith despite human transgression

	The Little Meermaid rests on a philosopher’s stone

Rapunzel’s hair is in truth a mouldy Shakespearean merkin

	An impotent scorpion stings Romeo’s tail into action

Mirror mirror on the wall please mend the crack before I fall

	Plato’s cave is really a snake pit on the rise

And yet all is well in necessary and sufficient argument’s fashion

	Because when I’m not sure I cannot be wrong



To be or not to be: that is here the question (William Shakespeare, Hamlet)


29th January 2020

Premium Member Seize the Ceasing Day

when evening’s dawn descended on her restless soul

defeated dusk and dust collected deep into the night

cobwebs spun an open trapdoor over broken peace

insomnia prevailed as a cynical reminder of treason

in which reason failed to align with posturing emotions


the sleeping pills weaved their paradoxical intentions

a coffin bare and wood worms eating cross and death

herein lies deconstruction waiting for festering resolve

the many voices in her head dissonant and venomous 

chanted cacophony crescendo endless loops refrain


instead of sheep she counted church bells from a tower

of illusionary strength meant to guide spiritual reckoning

and for a moment she succumbed to dream’s surrender

only to wake up once more to venture barred from sleep

the truth loomed large but reality hallucinated in its wake


the underworld transmogrified into a sordid snake pit

toxic synapses sharpened their swords in anxious anger

until she forgot what battles to fight and on whose side

fangs pierced her translucent skin and vulnerable mind

injected fuel and ignited combustion on a pyre of doubt


when morning dew penetrated the musty blight of daylight

as she heard the smell and touched distasteful gory visions

she braced herself for another swirl of tired free falling descent

resigned to inevitable bruises lacerations bandages and pus

salved the wounds in resilient longing for love and kindness


not easily told because nightmares have their own momentum

and to watch from sidelines without script nor healing miracle

leaves little to do but take her into his helpless arms and heart

to say nothing but let the embrace do the talking and caress

and hope that the flickering candle survives wax wane and wake


08th August 2020

Love Lore

What is love?

The North Star guiding
a lost seafarer home
or the Siren’s song luring
him to the rocky shores?
Is it frolicking in the moonlit nights
in a field of flowers
or trudging across
an arid, scorching desert?
Is it a freeway to bliss and joy
or a meandering trail
through the rugged terrain
of grief and woe?
Is it a cup of hemlock
or a chalice of nectar?
Is it a snake pit
or a bridge over the chasm
of hatred and bigotry?
Is it an ever-elusive mirage
or the rock of Gibraltar?

Love is all that and more
and yet it’s nothing,
A mere emotion, a feeling,
At first blush, irrelevant
and yet it’s an impetus, a catalyst –
An euphoria permeating our entire being.

It is here, it is there
and it is everywhere…
Yet, it is nowhere!
It creates mayhem and chaos
if it turns and walks away.

Love knows no boundaries,
It follows no customs or creed;
It cares not for any
race or language.

Not unlike air and water
or the enlivening sunlight –
Vital in good measures
devastating in excess,
Vexing as a thorn but
as enticing as the fragrance.

Love is but love.

No one has seen it
yet everyone is touched by it,
Its constant presence is overwhelming
Yet you’ll never find
if you go looking for it,
It traverses distant shores,
yet it doggedly never
leaves your threshold.

You are born with it
but can never own it,
Forever it hovers around you
but never can you rein it in.

“Love is a many-splendored thing”*
Yet none can explain its true meaning,
It would call through a bullhorn
but you may not hear it,
It merely whispers in your ears
and turns your life topsy-turvy,
More furious than the flowing lava
It would give you the chills if provoked.

He indeed is a poor soul 
bereft of hopes and dreams
who befriendeth not love.



(*Love is a many-splendored thing", Lyrics by Paul Francis Webster.)


~"What Love is?" contest by Bobby May

Premium Member Truth Be Told

The theme park was crowded. Elephants on roller coasters, mosquitos bracing the water slide, ferrets enjoying the ferris wheel and leopards shooting crack in the gallery. A myriad of personification and abundance of fairy tailed suggestions. ‘Its a small, small world’ blared from Magic Mountain as Cinderella dressed up as an indentured laborer in a fancy shoe shop. A comedy of terror ensued in the ghost train, conducted by a retired wall street banking giant resuming the corporate identity of a demon slayer. seemingly seeking redemption, but of course, he had another ace in his sleeve. 
All animals were equal but of course the apocalypse had struck in 1984 and the Lord of the Flies was buzzing disguised as an orange clock, collected tickets and sold strawberry ice cream.

An English patient from a nearby lunatic asylum, thought he was a beetle, but Kafka had married Mary Antoinette and was sipping champagne from her braw. She, for once was not eating cake and was thus unveiling the myth of leavened bread at her altar. A merry go round of deception in the snake pit in which a contortionist was trapped in limbo and loin cloth from hell. Mary Magdalene teased him with with a vile of anti venomous serum and soothed his wavering agony in anticipation of saving the world. 

Hot cross buns offered cold comfort, but the world was on withdrawal after management had banned coke as a sugar substitute. Sweet dreams were made of lactose free roach skin and the party dwellers reveled in aspirations and nightmares, elevated to prime position in the national canon. A truly amazing ode to joy and poignant distraction from the pawn shop of modern living. 

But when the bell struck midnight and Dali melted his digital clock, all went back to the nothingness of the human condition. ‘Your shift starts in eight hours, nothing has moved because of a little fun in paradise’s ante chambers.’ Thanks God the crowd were already wearing their flannel night gowns. ‘Gotta live life to the full and heaven can’t wait.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Facing Fear

I once suffered a strong arm robbery on a dark Chicago street. Halfway down the block, I saw two young men turn the corner and headed in my direction.    That had never happened before, and I could not have outrun them if I wanted to. So I proceeded and faced them head-on, accepting whatever was coming my way. Afraid and speechless after being robbed of $90, I continued my duties for the night. Why did I go home, refresh myself, and proceed to continue my assigned task in spite of my fears?. You don't always know why, but sometimes, you just do ''it" anyway. 

On another occasion, a gentleman said to me, "Don't you know that you are in 'the snake pit?" Again, although calm and sounded no alarms, I feared great bodily harm.  And just in the nick of time, a good Samaritan from the neighborhood came to my rescue, demanding that I be left alone.                                                                                                   

I was guilty of trying to make a difference in the lives of drug addicts and spent many hours pleading with them to make a change.  Doubtless, I was guilty of introducing Christ to the inner city people of Chicago.  During the late 60's and early 70's, I was frequently found on streets in danger zones and in high rise housing projects.                                                             

I knew the danger that I constantly faced as I went many times alone in places I had to go. In spite of the fear of real danger, I proceeded anyway.  I'm not the bravest person around, not a fighter, nor do I carry weapons, but on many occasions I have forced myself in the midst of my fears, to walk through the valley of the shadow of death.  I knew that God was with me, but I must confess, I was still afraid and feared evil.  However, I refused to allow the fear of evil to arrest, captivate, imprison, and hold me hostage.                                                                                                                                 

09182018PoSoupContest, Mid Sept 2018 Premiere, Brian Strand                                                                 Psalm 23
Form: Narrative

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