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Just wanted to make a few things clear for my fellow poets
If you are going to use A I, to write a poem for a particular
contest, then be sure to let the sponsor know by adding
A I on top of your poem, so the sponsor of the contest
can then decide whether to use it or not.
I don't believe it is the responsibility of the sponsor to
check every single poem to see if it is A I or not
Please be honest about it if you are and let the sponsor
know.
If the sponsor has specified no A I, then please respect
that. After all we are all writers, and we all know that
we take pride in our creative abilities. So I am asking
if anyone agrees with me, please leave a comment.
This was not written to put down A I in any way
Its coming from a naive woman who just assumed
I am no longer that naive,
Please don't join any of my contests unless you are
planning to write me an original without the help
of AI,
Thanks
Vienna aka Mystic Rose
What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
in return for a mere whiff of the soma nectar divine
that breath by breath dialogue with soul may resume
vibrant with magnetic rapture, as bliss throbs assign
Organic pheromones unique to this earth life sojourn
crafted as of my heart’s burning yearning to so merge
craves indulgence of His grace bestowing bliss burn
that I meld into the absolute rapturous in my soul surge
All nodes within mind-body, joyously so dance in rhythm
with the scent ineffable vivifying each dormant pathway
consciousness radiating peaked joy from it’s sensorium
rainbow in full view, banishing erst skylines cloudy grey
With the rod of initiation energised by divine power
I vaporise ego identity, resting all delusional knowing
rekindling living light of transcendental bliss shower
soul unified with spirit in the joy stream gently flowing
What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
on an as is where is basis, for that is all I here possess
in return for that nectar of Gods, I wish to so consume
that I be to become in permanence, one with oneness
24-September-2021
BRING ME HOME poetry contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Note: First line is a contest prompt, as specified
About life and its many ways, I do feel so bothered
Life and its norms have never been that which I preferred
See, I live not like a social outcast
Rather, I do not care to see the shadows and the glows which life does cast
Yes, I have reached a point from which I shall never return
I have reached a point, yes, the point of no return
Pray, a choice it has been
A choice whose aim is not to be socially seen
Yes, I have chosen to cater solely to my duty
My duty and my passion for poetry
My duty, being my mission on this Earth
And my poetry, being but a reward for my faith!
Yes, I have chosen to indulge only in thus
The rest I do see as being merely a fuss
A fuss being but a result of the expanding power of the Maya
A fuss, threatening to be, at any time, the cause of mundane dementia!
Why, I shall live as long as I can, as a Queen, one leading always a tango
A tango with the ways of life's puzzles, a tango, sensual and slow
A tango, being but my reactions to this world's empty meanings
A tango, being the way I react to this world for being so confusing!
Yes, a point I have reached
Of spinsterhood I do now preach
Pray, it shall be tough to have me change my decision
For the pleasures of this world, I do see as being made of derision
Life and its cause, I do find rather, in those books of holiness
Life and its cause, I do feel for rather, by admiring the skies
Life and I are already in a relationship
A relationship, whose seeds, at a specified time, I shall reap!
Yes, I am standing firm at the point I am
I am standing firm even if none do see my point
I am standing firm even if the world sees me as one so different
I am standing firm, for what is here, does never last!
Of this point I have reached, pray, do take note
For such has allowed me to glimpse of the heavenly gate
Such shall allow me to see what I dream of now
Someday, when my time here shall be seen as late!
5 Dec 2016
A team were given a task. chore
They had to embark on an expedition, went
to a natural geological prominence. hill
Where they had to obtain a specified amount. bucket
of hydrogen oxide. . htwoo
This they managed to do successfully.
However, on their return journey,
disaster befell them. tumbled
With one team member suffering
a very serious injury. crown
Despite this was able to rapidly.
return to base unaided. caper
Where a very unusual self administered. mend cranium
medical procedure was performed. acetic acid, un
Name that team.
Answer____ Jack and Jill. Of course.
10/ 6 /2018.
Jake was a sweet little boy; sad his mother died when he was two.
He watched for her every night for a month or so.
Daddy remarried a few years later, and this lady became “Mommy”.
Jake was glad to have one, and quickly forgot his first one.
A loss but life went on, and he smiled again.
At the age of seven, they lost their home to bankruptcy,
Which meant Jake’s big yard was gone, which was a little sad.
The worst part was losing his pets, especially his Collie, Cali.
The landlord at his apartment specified no pets.
A loss but life went on, and he smiled again.
Tom, his best friend in sixth grade was a super guy, a great pal!
They were together so often that people asked if they were brothers.
His honorary brother died a slow, lingering horrible death of bone cancer.
He passed on Jake’s thirteenth birthday.
He did not know if he would ever smile again.
Jake met Norla when he was in his mid-twenties. She was seventeen.
Too young to look at or feel about the way he did. He tried to ignore her.
He ignored her for a year, and then they began dating.
“You are the most positive upbeat person I have ever met,” she told him.
“You must have had an easy life.” Her green eyes twinkled with promises.
He did not reveal how easy it had been. Not wanting to scare his new bride.
Who would sell that which they do not own?
Who kept quiet that truth not be known?
Who betrayed souls their faith now uncertain?
Who moved devils behind a secretive curtain?
Who empties His houses in the guise of renewal?
Who shattered its victims with lies and betrayal?
Who conveniently had loss of common sense?
Who eluded punishment expecting others to do penance?
Who dismays and dismantles the dwindling flock?
Who empties memories trading reverence for shock?
Who scoffs at laws specified in their own cannon?
Who pays their council with large sums of mammon?
Who has squirreled away substantial resources?
Who deems such is needed to fund other courses?
Who will litigate estates to take from rightful heirs?
Who does all they will yet maintain that they care?
Perfect Poet is not narrator but created
Piercing the heart of listener or reader
with poetic touch in emotive beauty.
Might be specified as a poet’s duty.
Poem must sparkle in mind of reader as gem.
The poet should hold that spirit to carry his aim.
Poem to resonate with rhythm of heart and soul
Unspoken syllable to voice for perception.
Looking at a log on ground, a guy may say
‘ dry piece of wood is lying in front of me ‘
but a poet may say ‘bough has lost life and lustre.’
That’s the observation on perspective of poet.
The statement ‘Some one has finished sumptuous meal,
leaving no remnants ‘ will be adorned , if a poet adds
‘ Even ant is weeping, while walking on empty plate.’
That’s the poetic touch on muse , using metaphor.
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I recognize your vivacious gaze
A saffron blaze as speckled as the sun
And how you framed your lips
I despise having to say goodbye
Thus, our ethereal realm is descrying.
caused by the sham of wholeness
A nebula sparked a throb in my heart
Innocence is lost at an early age
until the moon swallows it all, I wage.
I was jolted awake when we spoke
Until her love-worn heart broke
At first light, a human spirit awoke.
Now I will tell the terrible truth
Nor exert effort, as this is really smooth
Our hapless path had been specified
It was the source of a haphazard journey.
I frequently sit and ponder
Yet I love to rhyme, – particularly to wander
On what oceans do you set sail?
However, the sun never dries the dew
on a dreary shore where no air blew
Breeze sighed amber codgers too
Whatever was lost is now null and void.
Written: February 08, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1183 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
jump through giant decorative chain once worn round deduce ankle of a giant Doing that is to be a sign of hamster irk mumbling what follows absurd postures no one laughs
milk an obsolete/old-fashioned cow pour milk into bucket made from letters onto untitled frequent reports of work of secret society even though the cow specifically ordered me POST IT TO THE YEAR THE LORD WAS BORN! kicked away kicks don’t hurt a bit
pass security guards so mad they turn brown write share critical explanatory notes about my demon-like hairs on my nape don’t even notice me sneaking away or notice I’ve taken without their permission their chocolate bars I lose all
hiding in the busy video arcade take hold by conquest one square section of the arcade territory half an hour hire a down & out game player to add wood to big ring-shaped pergola fired angrily the arrogant argumentative cleaner I hired to build pergola with buckets stored away in secret closet not for the reason I’m afraid it’ll be taken over by a challenger some of the gamers were coughing lethal infectious disease of sheep & cattle very disappointing end to the activity
hallway fire escape the judge of everything in a mahogany robe skimming with a patch of a in high spirits jack-o'-lantern grasping a long celery stick smacking the stomach of a tall hairy oaf because he sheds too much hair oaf like the Abdominal Snowman who wants to be an aeroplane pilot he’s got the strength of a wafer biscuit but all he got was a dimple problem
ride a log made from protein made in blood kills bacteria to a long carpeted seat jump off onto it about to spray to log open hostility bubbling for a permanent sum to be paid at specified intervals over a time it shoots away left embarrassed stupid ugly feeling declare formally with no contract my & the log’s time together to be invalid!
the hula-hoop for mice earrings hard gossiper on a treadmill by the drinking tap she thinks she owns the right to frown hard at the coy waiting in line a slurp for one dollar the lanky smooth surfboard knows the cure the big secret to help her tight fitting costume spurs her to want to help the coy that make her angry even in the shower not be coy anymore no more stab stab stab she’s waiting for the $$ so she can bottle it for properly for mass consumption
(earlier this January 18th, 2019 belatedly
to acknowledge my LX birthday.)
Mine eldest sister
as I continue in the circle game
of life, (ye dear Amelie
McGeehan) darling dame
a modestly lofty poem I aim
to dash off (while riding away
high in the sky - belay
ying at Macht shnel blazing
saddles laser optic speed
in a white horse open sleigh),
and plaudits of course
without moment's delay,
your husband Richard,
one hunger re
chap, who wolfed
down his entree
(who introduced me
to fictitious song
titled Richard, Cory),
plus Harris patriarch Boyce aye
aver as gregarious soon tub be
a nonagenarian papa,
also one grand dad dee
glad this sole son did see
our father (thou wart tin...)
maintains sharp mental
a cue witty,
which does not mean he
willoughby immortal
till et tern knit tee
since the gradual
onset of death I bee
leave actually begins at
birth, but whee
ving and bobbing
(like a sponge at sea)
waves each person
closer to thee
cosmic creator, or re:
incarnate tid (three
times a day) tis key
unless otherwise specified
(if questionable issue at stake,
sans not so ease zee
as apple pie with gray vee),
hence power of attorney
in demand, cuz
this brother-hood
generated bupkis, and made prithee
coon fuse, nary a whit,
asper executor signed...
yours True Lee!