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Larghissimo
very slowly; slower than largo Capsaicin
protect the legs of cowboys while
riding horses and when walking
through rough landscapes. Leather
is a thick and durable material
that is hard to penetrate
may want to use incognito
to keep their personal life
separate from their professional life
A way of expressing the number of times
when it seems we are trailing along without
the others need to wish to be victorious
Scruffy, tough with an eagerness to succeed
pending the way my partner feels
my over functioning has caused me to resent
my current condition even though still respect
the person I have partnered with
Seeing so I stepped aside one night
to allow this person to shine
we forwent our collaborated partnership
to allow him to showcase his talents
against the best in the World
It was said that the person to dethrone this guy
would be seen as one of the greatest competitor
I lacked the support to full grasp my situation
and put his needs first
opportunity had past me by
but luck ws my fortune
as he had to forfeit due to the same
issues we had before
I was allowed to challenge even though
our partnership was stable
it would be a championship contest
that both promotion and fanbase would ask
to keep it way above the line
and show the worlds how great a championship contest could be
I wore my chaps and mask
and promised if I won I would unselfishly
demask and show the world who there champion is
unlike my partner who would be my challenge
I stood to lose might I gain
The match was for him to forfeit
but he said he would do so after
a twenty minute challenge
if he wasn't defeated he'd hand the title over to me
Four minute twenty nine seconds
I became champion and demasked just like
I had Promised!
Beauregard Capsaicin
World Championship Titlist
six months later the brawl began when
one guy said
"see ya'll at least I love my fans"
Guitfiddle verse Capsaicin
The End of The Terrific Two
Written by:Pogust Mancey
of the BigCity Cowboys
Many resigned people accept humdrum and boring as their usual
Sadly, it is not supposed to be this way, this was not the plan
However, society allows them to stew in their own gravies, with chunks of who cares.
Which is why musicals will always do well, especially the ones with the bright-eyed optimists.
Rose colored glasses make for terrific story lines and scripts.
Poems full of happiness, hope and enthusiasm will always attract a crowd.
For two hours we can parade outside of our same oh, same oh,
And become Dolly, Auntie Mame, and the Unsinkable Molly Brown.
If you want more, you have to give yourself opportunities for more.
Hone your talents, figure out what gives you pleasure, go after your soul dream.
The poets, artists, dancers, singers, quarterbacks, and wrestlers did not get there accidentally
They followed their heart, gave their soul what she needed and lived their truth.
This could be and should be you. Do whatever you have always wanted to do
Before you run out of time.
My dearest mom, forty and eight years gone,
although to me, it seems like yesterday.
You were too young to leave this earth at dawn
that sad, regretful fall September day.
I miss your smile and gentle way you cared
for me and precious grandkids, now all grown;
and how you would have taught and sweetly shared
your love and talents that so brightly shone.
I feel your presence more than I can say-
and know somehow your spirit lives in me.
If only life had granted us our way-
our unsaid thoughts in life would never be.
Dear mom, please know that not a day goes by,
I wish we'd shared more life before goodbye.
April 23, 2016, Revised April 19, 2019
~3rd Place~
Contest: A World Without You
Sponsor: JCB Burl
Judged: 05/31/2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: What Was Left Unsaid
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 04/24/2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Sonnet #3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 09/10/2016
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: To Mom
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Judged: June 4, 2016
She is the mastermind behind videos that appeal to the heart
always considering others she plucks the words that we impart
and gives them to the A I, we get music and imagery and art...
She is always thinking of others and putting a smile on their faces
a brilliant woman with so many talents and kindness you can't erase
a friend who is always there for you, with generosity in place...
Maria is a poet who understands my heart and soul to no end
oh how I wish she lived closer, for a teatime we could both attend
yes she is a wonderful pen pal companion and also a dear friend.
Among her many talents Deborah loves to quilt.
Watching her piece one together the other day…I started thinking…
how it’s the same way a family is built.
Two people meet…they fall in love…and before they know
their fabrics are sewn together and their quilt begins to grow.
Through the years they add children to their quilt…
and sewn within it’s seams…
are the different colors, hues and textures of their wishes, hopes and dreams.
The quilt grows even larger…for where would a family quilt be…
without aunts, uncles, nieces nephews and friends…the rest of their family.
They notice right away when they add another patch…then more and more and more
as each new color and pattern blends with others…
their quilt is more beautiful than before.
And there is something they also notice…
every time their family quilt spreads out…
is that connecting all the pieces…
is a thread of love throughout.
What makes each family quilt unique…just like each family tree
is that it’s constantly reshaping…like the waves upon the sea.
Once the children leave..as children do…when they’re fully grown
They leave a patch with you…
and take a patch…to start a family of their own.
And at first there is a tinge of sadness…but as days and years elapse…
you find how easily and beautifully…your two quilts overlap.
Before you know it you have a multitude of quilts…
That within your heart you're keeping.
Perhaps that’s why as you grow older
you have no trouble sleeping.
A little one, bright and true,
A topper in studies, talents too.
On stage a star, in play a spark,
Running and jumping from dawn till dark.
Her dream was tall, her steps so fleet,
Grandfather said, “An athlete to beat!”
Like P. T. Usha she longed to be,
Strong as the wind, forever free.
Friendly in heart, with hands open wide,
Inviting her friends to laugh by her side.
Snacks and tea, a joyful spree,
Moments of love in simple glee.
The postman’s knock—she’d run with cheer,
Letters for family, she’d hold them near.
She never opened, for well she knew,
Each word was personal, each line was true.
She carried replies with careful pride,
Dropping them neatly in the box outside.
Yet in her heart a wish did stay,
For pen friends she had read of one day.
Then autumn came with surprise so sweet,
A violet grape purple envelope neat.
On Children’s Day, her name it bore,
A gift of love she had longed for.
From a family friend, a teacher kind,
Who carried blessings in heart and mind.
A greeting card, with wishes deep,
And a hundred rupees for her to keep.
A message of hope, of love, of cheer,
For a bright, long, intellectual year.
That violet grape purple envelope rare,
Became her treasure beyond compare.
Sandy - Someone I know...
Who is a poet, artist, retired business owner
Who is warm, giving, sensitive, creative, positive
Who is a loving wife of 66 years to a great husband
Who is a mom of 3, grandma of 5, great-grandma of 5
Who is a loyal, loving, supportive friend
Who loves poetry, art, opera, nature, animals
Who feels spiritual, inspired, devoted, needed
Who needs love, family, friends, peace, order
Who offers love, advice, time, inspiration
Who yearns for peace- and return to values and respect
Who shares talents, leadership, and organizational skills
Who is a resident of the Hudson Valley, New York
Sandy- Someone I know...
I found you in the Mountains
and her streams
not among cherished traditions
where mankind clings
but in the songs of the meadow larks
within the forest and the valley's parks
Oh how excellent are your ways my Beloved
and the course you set is always true
your reflections give light just like the sun
to follow you is the path I'll always choose
My heart swells as the floodgates of the rivers
as a torrent of waters which are undammed
its flow like the tidal's power the oceans
my attention is riveted by their demands
Among men shall I find none like you
or the spectrum of talents you possess
the seeds of inspiration do they empower
and it's influence I wish always to express
You mind moves swift as waves of Light
their energy is formed and fired by thought
your influences governs life by its commands
and the trails of life are in them wrought
Unable am I to ignore all that is you
and the abuses from which I have been torn
that drives and strives excellence to pursue
to escape the slumlords where I was born
COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
Romans 8:4-6
New International Version (NIV)
4 in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fully met in us,
who do not live according to the flesh but according to the Spirit.
5 Those who live according to the flesh have their minds set on what the flesh
desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set
on what the Spirit desires.6 The mind governed by the flesh is death,
but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace.
Those are the colours.
Which binds together, and then
A beautiful background is formed.
Which mesmerizes people.
Which blends together
And forms an
Amazing shade
Which is then visible to us.
Whatever the shade is
It has never made itself unattractive.
And we still have a fondness for it.
Because it's a piece of art.
Humans are also kind of shades.
Who are unique in their own way.
Beautiful, kind, and lovely
And fascinating for other people.
We humans are pieces of art too.
Everyone has different talents.
Everyone are unique and contrast
And we are the future of all.
I’ve heard of kids mocked for the way that they looked
who somehow were able to go to great lengths
to cultivate talents or even to use
their own strange deformities to create strengths.
However, some children cannot rise above
the mockery, and these kids then are brought low.
Their lives are in shambles when they grow up.
Their sad insecurities – they can’t let go.
Kids harelipped, too freckled, abnormal in size.
We say looks don’t matter. Do you think that’s true?
Kids with huge noses, kids with thick glasses:
When asked if looks matter, they'll say they DO.
If children are judging the looks of their peers
by clothing they wear or by color of skin,
or looks that are different from other kids,
this means our society’s living in sin.
We must teach what matters resides in the soul.
Are you a good model for teaching that way?
Do you make remarks about people too fat?
Kids learn by the things that they hear us say.
I have to admit that I’ve let remarks slip,
but my daughter I’d say I taught well on the whole.
She loves God and raises her three children well.
They know that what matters the most is the soul.
Jan. 9, 2023