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Date- August 25-2026
Contest- Epiphany
Sponsor- Constance La France
“There are moments in life when anxiety, bewilderment and tension can turn into slow acceptance, opening new spiritual insights and strengthening one’s faith”--- By Poet
In dazzled astonishment
She looked up from her reverie,
As she heard the flap of wings overhead
And saw the flash of laser beams in her dim lit room
Before her, stood a winged seraph
A radiant silhouette with such gentleness and grace
Never beholden on any human face.
With hands raised in benediction,
Gabriel saluted Mary and said-
“Blessed art thou amongst women…
……………………………………
The rest she heard in a trance.
Unable to comprehend what was conveyed,
The girl looked up nonplussed.
Again he said, “The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee
And a son shall be born of thee
Whom you shall call Jesus”
In that nanosecond of a new revelation,
Did Mary’s world shatter like glassware
Or did her virgin womb thrill with new life?
Was it a moment of epiphany when she felt,
Heaven opened before her in all its splendor?
Did she swim in the waters of joyful tiding?
Or gyrate in the sweeping swirl of tidal waves.
For the girl already espoused to a man,
In whose dreams his comely form had begun
Flitting in and out,
Was it a moment of silent ravishment?
Or of stupefied bewilderment?
Did a dagger cut through her heart?
Not sure, however Mary didn’t flee,
To her it was an epiphany
And she willingly said- “Let it be”
In her case, dread and epiphany came in synergy.
She is so typical
So critical
For most part difficult
I never really could grasp her in such way
She just wants me to some how stay
She comes to my man cave and makes me obey
Shy she was and now I am scared
In such way I almost cared
She thinks she can do everything for me I swear
She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening
So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all,
but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary
as bread in the pockets of the hungry." ~Mary Oliver.
Poetry is like the ripples in a placid pond,
Like the burst of inspiration…
Seize its beauty before everything quietens down.
Nimble-footed, the poetic muse,
barrels down on you like the runaway train,
Like the moment of passion,
Like the glimpse of a beautiful face
in the milling crowd,
Like the flash of lightning
in the dark foreboding clouds,
Like taking a dip in the flaming lava
and emerging fresh like a well-watered lawn.
She ensnares you in her web
stinging like a wasp…
Dazed, you would let her lead you
into a labyrinth knowing you’ll get lost.
Unable to woo your muse
you would stare stupefied
at the blank sheet of paper,
Like getting fatally stabbed and unable to die,
Like running out of paints just
moments before completing your masterpiece.
Poetry is the staple of life
Elixir of mind
At once, captivating and liberating.
~11/19/22
~Contest: Poetry is a life-cherishing force
~Sponsor: Sotto Poet.
Easter has a deeper significance:
it's the resurrection of the sacrificed Lamb,
after Lent, there's no penance;
Christ is that lamb taking sins away,
all we have to do to be forgiven is to pray!
Be that soldier of faith with shield and sword:
he fights for Christ and he proclaims Him Lord!
Easter began at sunrise,
the tombstone rolled away,
Mary Magdalene was taken by surprise
and spoke with Him before going away!
Jesus the Savior was resurrected
from the dead as Lazarus did,
he started to walk among the living,
how stupefied was the crowd watching!
Easter has a deeper significance...
shadows never conquered light,
they vanished at the sight of Christ:
the Redeemer of the Human Race!
when light faded out
and darkness descended
when all over me
the icy chill began to creep
I slammed the windows and doors
tightly shut
and like a child crawled
into my padded bed,
while the winter gale
was still raging outside
you broke upon my thought
as a euphonious melody.
when I longed for your warmth,
you knocked upon my feeble heart
as your voice trailed across to me
louder and louder,
I woke up from my languorous sleep
felt snug, the chillness around me, swept away
and a strange desire,
coursed through my nerves
I could feel the heat
of your tumultuous passion
the soft touch
of your caressing hands
the musky odor
of your fragrant breath
the warmth in your almond eyes
you stood before me
as an embodiment of grace
you opened the windows to let in the light
not leaving me grope in blinding darkness
you took me to the seas
of shore less delight
you enlivened every atom of my being
kindled in me the fire
of amorous desire
swept me off my feet
by the inundating tide of love
I felt my sleeping passions
suddenly set ablaze
Alas, with my senses lulled to sleep
leading me into a state of serene calm
through the door ajar,
you faded out like an evanescent dream
leaving me so stupefied....!
Placed First
Feb.20. 2022
Winter Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor- JCB Brul
I’m a man whose tired and worn
Empty and dead on my feet,
Petered out, played out, pooped and torn
Burn out, broke down and beat.
Drowsy, droopy, drooping drained
Dog tired, done in, done for,
Exasperated, enervated empty faint
Overtaxed, overworked and bored
Sick of, sleepy, spent and stale
Haggard, run down, all in
Consumed, collapsing, asleep, annoyed
Exhausted, bygone and barren
Ramshackle, rickety, run-down and frail
Bedraggled, broken-down and creaky
Threadbare, tottering, tired and used
Feeble, fragile and flimsy
Out of shape, out of gas, done in and feeble
Gone to seed, soft, incapacitated
Listless, washed out, weakened, on the ropes
Undermined, fatigued, prostrated.
Discontented, dissatisfied, tacky and dull
Jaded, glum and gloomy
Sick and tired, up to here, driveling, drab
Sated, down and weary
Befuddled, unsteady, wobbly and faint
Pallid, pale and lean
Stupefied, staggering, slaphappy, subdued
Oh damn I got to go pee.
The enormously fluffy green-eyed cat loved tonight better than others.
She would sit silently watching the trick-or-treaters and their mothers.
Sometimes to scare a little human, she would open her laziest eye.
And stare them into scared silence, sometimes summoning a tiny sigh.
They would be mesmerized by her mystical power, and keep it quiet.
If you are not a magical fluffy green-eyed cat, you dare not try it.
She sits at the far side of the porch, away from jack-o-lantern’s light.
Scaring tiny children into stupefied silence on Halloween night.
I know about this cat, for I was one of those children she used to scare.
But when I got older, I became a witch, and rode a broom in the air.
The old witch died. Because I had impressed her, she left me this cat.
She is all about Halloween, appearing every year next to my witch hat.
Imagine a mermaid,
she throws her buxom body
onto the granite rock.
She is steady, will not slide
unlike the terrified witnesses
that dare not
damp their feet on blackened rock.
The warning clear
but one tongue leers
wanting to touch the magical fish.
Thinking himself Poseidon,
dangerously possessed,
he towers over her,
sliding lower and lower
onto the sea-lapped boulders.
The mermaid with pouty lips
and a bodacious hip ignores him,
as the ignoramus platypuses* himself
toward the sea whip.
The stupefied landlubber
suddenly seized by fear
as mermen with spears, diamond sharp
surround the prize.
his slip seems to linger,
then the ocean lifts him higher and higher —
lets go.
the fool likely to be speared
forgets his lust.
suddenly the spears disappear
and a tail as furious as a sharks
bats him out of the park.
it takes some time
to get the tourist down from the lighthouse spire.
no one will believe what wonders
cannot be erased from the eyes.
10/7/2019
platypuses - made this into a verb
There are pearly white flowers
that delicately sway
mimicking tiny dancing butterflies
within the lacy shrubs sector
breeze blown away
blooms of heaven-sent nectar
an attraction, an invitation
A meadow brown butterfly swarms to
its empowering rich white petals
resting, buckled, uncoiled tongue, sucking
scaled wings clasped, it settles
stupefied by scents, it feeds
bewildered by sugary sucrose
ideal prey for a spider’s capture
in its ampullate silk orb web
sticky droplets woven to ensnare
Asclepias incarnata, magnets for pollinators
Ice-ballet swamp milkweeds
amongst igneous rocks banding from foliation
rocks formed from cooled magma
gravy tones, an obsidian correlation
where white flowers string
In a momentums gain,
a brown butterfly takes wing
I am numbed, I am stupefied.
I am unable to feel, unable to think.
I feel frozen, paralyzed, senseless.
All my senses diminished, deadened.
Desensitized, I hear without listening.
I see without looking or watching.
I smell without thinking of the scents.
I taste without perceiving the flavor.
I touch or feel without any feelings.
I hear the music without feeling
the beat, the rhythm, the cadence.
I draw without any passion, zeal.
There is no excitement in sketching,
drawing the human figure, body.
I dance without the gusto, zest,
enthusiasm, not feeling the music.
They say death comes in threes.
My niece passed on and the next
day, my brother passed away and
then my mother within three days.
I am in a total blankness.
I don’t feel the pain, the sorrow.
I cannot even cry or shed tears.
I am completely stupefied.
4/25/21 Your Best Free Verse So Far This Year Contest
John Hamilton
Written on 1/25/21