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The planet oxygen
Contained two constant
Continents called H,
Both covalently bonded,
Similar in shape, surviving
In a scheme far superior than
The disparity that dawned
Between them.
One believed in steam,
While the other fought for ice
To rule their tiny planet.
As time was spent and
Universes bent,
Forming self sustaining
Systems;
The rationale the
Over opinionated
Orbs realized was that,
Somewhere deep beyond
The matter that made
Them matter they
Couldn’t overlook
The reality that if they
Busted their bonds
And didn’t get along
And not coexist
Water wouldn’t subsist,
And existence for some
Would never, ever,
Even exist.
Submitted for Ad’s “What is civility to you?” contest
POLITICALLY RELIGIOUS PUNDITRY
and as the tide of mindless babble receded
whispering through the foaming bubbles,
giggling in the lather of their lies, smoothing
the unsuspecting edges of the irate populace
with the blandly pathetic pablum on which
they subsist, a rogue wave broke upon the
barren beach, tore the moorings of the past
from their entrenchments, cleansed the sands
of the needless detritus of failures filth, surged
through all the alleyways of wealth and power,
washing from their hands the stain of greed,
and in withdrawing left a stinging message -
repent - or I return.
John G. Lawless
9/30/2014
Genuine love is loveless
Whereof the heart is beclouded
With mystic, monastic and metaphysical aura
Only minds as deep as the Congo river can contain.
'Tis when fair love subsist
That spiritual, ethical and philosophical
Transcend all mundane forms and allures
That are subject to the acid test of time and change.
'Tis to disdain honeycombs
To find relish in bitter herbs is rare
And have wants and longings lay in catacombs
Beside the sweet amusing bed of roses it is but to dare.
'Tis to know what it is
Love dwells in spirit and not physique
And its form is literal but not imaginative
And its essence not naive but rather philosophical!
I don got nothing but terrible
reviews bruited about
dip pressing field day
me (Lothario wannabe)
trumpeted execrable lout,
a garden variety baby
boomer father without doubt,
his own shameful paternal
shenanigans cavalierly he did flout
dwarfed teapot dome scandal,
thus one look no further,
or send out a scout
herewith infractions distilled,
though personally, I strongly advise
ye to go trout
fishing in America,
with a master bait
tour and/or subsist
on circa 1521 a.d. vintage date
diet of worms, well preserved
nearly five centuries
since team did excavate
cuz his narcissistic
propensity, brought fate
fool downfall wool find you
fist pumping imaginary pugilist great
reflexively recoil, at the ingrate
asper adultery, terrible
black barbs caused psyche dial late
bacchanalian debauchery,
marriage did mutilate
philandering prurient lechery,
et cetera (albeit kinky),
he did participate
heatedly enough to generate
electricity to induce perms
in every man, woman,
and child, or make poker straight
tightly coiled locks, whose weight,
sans comb bind
terms oven destined
with hot sizzling endeavor to find
my inner Elvis a vis with curled lip,
and daily pelvic grind
tryst ting mounting with hind
quarters sighting derriere
rearing to groove while inclined
at a sixty nine degree angle hull lined
for maximum fair moan to get mined
licentious behavior spurred from celibate
marriage, hence call of the wild pined
tubby satiated, and
subsequently huss signed,
thus within web of treachery
"FAKE" Casanova did wind
up gaining independence as
a Norwegian bachelor farmer.
I didn't trust that I could post strong words
that would import my wish to grant insight
to visions that whirl round within my brain-
by blocking out a common grammar mark.
Oh, words- with such profusion you subsist
apart from using this most basic sign!
I push to find out just how far I'll go,
by working through this quaint activity.
By this third stanza- now I fathom it-
my mind dismissing no-go form of words.
Vocabulary grants broad ways to mold;
much fun it is commanding, shaping it!
At last- a random, abstract notion stirs!
"Must lavish all your days with rightful ways
that bring tranquility to what you do-
by sharing your strong amity and skills."
At last, my skill did fill this task at hand-
as kind, inspiring words impart my thought!
A workaround did soon display pay-off-
and so, this missing part of words- forgot!
July 17, 2020
~10th Place~
Premier Contest: Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 07/27/2020
(Blank Verse /Lipogram No Letter “E” permitted)
The wheel of time carries my soul away
from the life rooted in the present
to the distant desolate land
where I was once, but left forever,
that’s the fading past receding fast,
yet to be abandoned and obliterated.
Lying in the shadow of the perennial future,
creating the convivial flood of copious love,
that time carries on its cascade to inundate
the lavish landscape of life sculpted
in my mind where dwells the desire of perpetuity,
the deathless dream…immortality.
I like to see the entrancing memory undying,
subsist in the discarded recess of the past,
for the soaring bird of my love
flies in the sky of my present,
spreading the dreaming wings to embrace
the halcyon horizon of the future.
While I drift with the imperishable soul,
floating in the sublime sea of eternity,
and with the congenial wind of love,
blowing on the sanguine sail,
I yearn to get from the stalled time's magnanimity,
the surreal gift…immortality.
_______________
December 21, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice No 55 Contest
a gentle kiss
upon the soft
velvet folds
of a lone rose
enslaved
in its bed of thorns
i am enraptured
by its beauty
my lips long
for the warmth
of lips pressed
against a child's head
beneath soft whispers
of a mother's love
yet it can't subsist
in memories
where it never
existed
i see the tangles
of vines
grown from seeds
dirtied beyond the roots
that were the stem
of survival
i feel it struggle
to stand proud
in the storm's trails
endless floods
of emotional depths
i feel it shiver
in the tempo
of wind's shift
where life meets death
beyond lip's cold press
i feel the needle
of its thorn
pierce me again
beneath crimson tears
i cry
a gentle kiss
upon the rose
as i place it
against the stone
that holds your name
i linger
in its beauty
beneath your shame
IF I could make maize grow in a desert
Then that power I possess by your will,
That which can make static air become wind,
That which can cause trees swing side by side.
If I feel down and out right now,
It is that I am not living by your shadow
For when I walk in your shadow I feel my heart serene,
It gives me strength to walk on, to live
THE moment I stray far from you,
I come face-a-face with my enemies I fear,
I meet straight out with devastation,
I discover that all green grass is brown-scorched
And flowers of yesterday have drooped in the sun
As if sulking as in suffering from a cold;
The mountain appears massive and strange
And I speculate: alone who can craft a mountain?
The flash I drift far from you,
The sea ripples with fumed waves and iced storms
As if it is a combat zone for warring nations
WHEN I struggle with you in my soul,
I get upset and my essence sheds tears
Not of hate, but of my incredible love for you,
I am derisory and without you am dead
For I cannot have sane mind-set anymore,
I feel like a man who died two centuries ago.
I cannot lope far from you as your shadow is ample
And it has unsullied, piercing eyes
That can see anything veiled and exposed;
I cannot talk sick of you my superior,
Your sharp ear resembling that of a wild hare
Hears the lot I whisper, you are amazing
I will not think perverse of you
Since you already know what I think,
You know when I am faking at you.
SO by your shadow I shall subsist,
It is not momentary like that of human beings,
Even when the sun is out of the array
And when the moon has botched as often,
Your shadow still shall be felt universally,
Though it can never be seen by man;
By your shadow I shall live
And my heart and soul I shall wholly give you
As a token of my sky-love for you my grace.
What else can I give you other than my heart?
Other than my passionate true love?
as usual,
another day has passed
for the sun is near the horizon
the moon will probably soon rise from the lake east,
and as the moonbeam reflects on the surface of the water
the stars, as many as my countless sighs, would appear in the nocturnal sky
then, for the sake of troubles i always carry with me,
for the sake of troubles deeply seated in my weary heart,
the crickets may chirp all night through for me,
O my dear friend under the cloud beyond
although there is no water too rough to cross lying between us,
nor the mountain too rugged to climb blocking us,
you are alone and i am by myself
standing in the marsh without a word;
O my dear friend under the cloud beyond,
you are a lonely reed and i also am the lonely reed
for my keen desire is to see you,
i suppose you are also anxious to see me as well
O my dear friend under the cloud beyond,
we should come together, become a story of good old days,
and walk hand in hand to the end of the path behind that cloud
O my dear friend under the could beyond,
though you do not come and embrace me with joy,
and therefore, i have to subsist in gnawing loneliness;
though you do not visit and hug me with affection,
and therefore, i have to put up with unbearable solitude;
i won’t reproach you for loneliness i experience,
i won’t blame you for solitude i undergo
O my dear friend under the cloud beyond,
for it’s so difficult to survive,
for it’s so painful to give up the self,
i am writing this letter with the lonely heart
that is yearning after you on the strolling could high above
Hopeless cries maybe but from far away
I'm lolling in the lap of luxury
So why do I care if they eat but whey.
Desperate parents sighing all the day
Living a life of toil and drudgery
Hopeless cries maybe but from far away.
Poverty-stricken, none more poor than they
While I fun and feast, they eat shrubbery,
So why do I care if they eat but whey.
Kneeling down unto the Lord they did pray
Every breath unkind, a toilsome journey
Hopeless cries maybe but from far away.
It is the rule of our fate, none can sway
There is no escape, no recovery
So why do I care if they eat but whey.
While they subsist on handouts, sleep on hay
They but reap what they sow, in summery
Hopeless cries maybe but from far away
So why do I care if they eat but whey.
Contest: Say It Again
Sponsor: William Kekaula