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Wisdom penned on parchment white,
Spine of life’s path, our bonafide guide,
Quenches a voracious appetite,
Minds ensnared in a rollercoaster ride.
Like a hot spring’s embrace in an arid land,
Hollowness fades as enlightenment grips,
A healer extending a helping hand,
Nurses the seeker's shattered bits.
Tickles the sixth sense in adversity,
Reviving life in a parasite's domain,
Ignition stems from diversity,
The more the merrier, they sustain.
Soul-stirring lines enchant the beloved,
Lures a master to a disciple devoted,
Sings a baby to sleep, dreams vivid and loved,
A hobby helps one stand out, truly noted.
Mania plaguing masses vast,
Knowledge bound in covers tight,
Literacy curbing poverty at last,
A golden treasure in sight.
The Dill, of course, are here now, but I fear
the Sour will be coming in about an hour.
They’ll arrive with relatives – those Half Sour.
Pickles straight from India have come. One’s Lime.
The other – Mango – likes a real good time.
The Polish too are here, resembling Kosher.
The difference is the Polish just seem gaucher.
Like wall flowers they sit. They need attention!
I know the perfect ones to ease the tension -
The ones to welcome everyone - the Sweet.
See them mingle with the Polish that they meet!
Pickled Pepper’s here using his old line
of “picked a peck.” I think too long in brine
that one’s been sitting. Kosher thinks that’s great,
though we wish his garlic breath would abate!
The odd one here’s Cinnamon. It’s not Christmas yet!
Well, the more the merrier. But whoever let
*the Kool Aids in? This party’s not for kids.
Jarred Pickles, seeing this, have flipped their lids!
I hope the Sours don’t ruin our celebration
coming from their salty fermentation.
This party will be anything but hellish
for Gherkin’s here along with one Sweet Relish!
Aug. 18, 2022
for It's A Pickle Party Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
*Note: Kool Aid Pickles combine the traditional pickle brine with Kool Aid and sugar. Also Cinnamon is a pickle I learned of while researching pickles, as well as the Lime and Mango from India!
From Adam and Eve to 8 billion people
What a wave from just a ripple
Finally claim is laid on all lands
Does it mean more brains and hands
To have all done and much made
And still have many with whom to trade?
To be fruitful and multiply
The present day does testify
Will this gain be a pain
Will the earth bring forth enough to sustain
Only until we put to the test
Why scarcity in the east and waste in the west
Nations and armies glory in the multitude
To work, build and amass into plenitude
The more the merrier for the meaning of unity
Their terror to the adversary is almost immunity
But none of these recall while in their droves
How the Lord's time and chance shoves
Long live and many descendants
Is to us great blessing and to God many remnants
May the increase of the earth fold as we are
May the testimony of our lives ring near and far
For God's Will is not in any way made somber
If faith is found in the hearts of this much a number
K. Muitherero
Grotesque, in its unyielding grip of the vehement soul,
A parody, a caricature, of mercy's exalted role.
An avalanche of despair, harrowing as the Holocaust;
As scars accrue—like bitter frost life has lost.
Unsettling perceptions, now relics of savage years;
Movement on the frontline, dispel ancient fears.
As light gently penetrates each cell,
Spirits elevate, casting off the heavy shell.
Today's lessons fade chiaroscuro's grip,
Nursing the unseeking seeker’s shattered bits.
The Midas touch, sculpts the mind's trend,
Cotyledons blooming towards heliotrope's bend.
Endless gratitude, to souls who converge with care,
Hope of eradication quells mayhem with flair.
"Work hard, party harder"—the rhythm of life,
A "Talent Eve" awaits, confetti in the air as we dine.
Coaxing fledgling bards, ammunition ready to depart,
A vibrant, joyous escape from a didactic start.
Shangri-La in essence, fueled by epiphany;
Creativity set to orchestrate a vivid symphony.
Reviving life in a parasite’s domain,
The more, the merrier, the event sustains.
Overwhelmed by the flowing camaraderie,
I raise a toast in jubilant rhapsody.
Hoping you will save me
Hoping you will be my baby
Wishing you a farewell this time
Wishing you a hello in its prime
Giving you a break from now on
You are busy from dusk to dawn,
Living life to the fullest of your ability
Living life to the fullest so abundantly
Sometimes, I hope you will find
Happiness in your lonely mind
Sometimes, I wish you will go with me
And not leave me in the dust of eternity
Sometimes, I wake up next to no one
I welcome the sun as it shines upon
You and I...you and I...you and I
Have had our fun; that, I can’t deny
You and I have had our fun in the moonshine
If you don’t mind, hoping you’ll be mine
Someone got to save me, save me
Hoping I’ll be rescued and set free
Wishing you a farewell as I wave my hand back and forth behind the fence
Wishing you out of your shell and be brave beyond the pain of mere repentance
Giving you a break from now on
You are busy from dusk to dawn,
Living life to the fullest of your ability
Living life to the fullest so abundantly
Sometimes, I hope you will find
Happiness in your lonely mind
Sometimes, I wish you will go with me
And not leave me in the dust of eternity
Sometimes, I wake up next to no one
I welcome the sun as it shines upon
You and I...you and I...you and I
Have had our fun; that, I can’t deny
You and I have had our fun in the sunshine
If you don’t mind, wishing you were mine
Someone got to save me forevermore
Hoping you will save me from feeling sore
Wishing you could be happier than a joyous, happy-go-lucky camper
Finally, you and I had our share of serenity - the more the merrier
Liberty has a way with words...
It separates birds from their herds
And brings them together again
Still got me wondering how you been...
Cuz you and I have had our fun in the sun
Cuz you and I have had our fun as it’s just begun
Cuz you and I have had our fun in the sun
As long as you stop acting like a irksome son of a gun
Cuz you and I have had our fun with your arms in mine
Wish you were hopeful as the sunshine
Shimmer away the darkness from the moonshine
We need to watch the moonlit sky as the twinkling stars align...
That’s when we had fun...
Let the day begin as we sing the blues
Silent wars has just begun...
Sometimes, we will win or we will lose
A fable of worth weaves a fair tale,
that wealth possesses and not possessed.
A quest to feign means forges a trail
long jaded by the marks they unveil.
Though blind seeker's minds a treasured chest.
The hope for glory gloats jealousy,
the more the merrier, too cliche,
counting amounts to a specialty
until idle growth reels entropy.
Insignificant be, sensed doomsday.
While the moment ill-timed takes pleasure
as imbalance shortchanged one's fortune.
Debt collectors knock at their leisure
of court rulings, list your worth's measure.
It is beyond the call of margin.
Though street level, not truly gutter,
err midst a fool lacks austerity.
Low-life address as a deal cutter
a debt paid in full hangs aflutter.
A world minus dreamt prosperity.
A mask perhaps, a disguise
Needs be for every step of the way
And without we never can shy
Yet left without was never a simple day
Just how complicated need we see ourselves to be?
The more the merrier perhaps just might
Left with nothing might just be everything to see
Was it not a lonesome night I see died?
The make-up becomes but a tad heavier
Glistening whites with fluttering gold
Compelled to be burdened a lesson lesser
Just how will the hidden heart beat to show?
Came was then a shadow to hide
Hiding too well into the familiar darkness
In the light of truth, of days and nights
The sun will remember to shine for the shadowy brightness
Have we finally found ourselves as claimed?
Within our one big world of masquerade
A thin line as drawn to truth and shame
As we walk in confidence in our little parade
‘Put your best foot forward’, old hat
Now ‘Put your best face forward’
The more, the merrier
Isn’t it so Dear?
As if like Demon King, Ravana
You had ten faces
“Ten?”
More than ten
A face for every occasion
But then
‘The best one’
Reserved
‘Reserved for whom?’
Not for you
Not for me
But
That narcissistic selfie
And then to wallow in
‘Likes’
Oh! Don’t be stupid
Not that so yesterday
‘I like you’
But this so modern
‘Everybody likes me’
‘Like’- that abstract feeling
Has suddenly become countable
But then
These likes
Come with a condition
‘You like me’
And then, in turn
‘I like you’
A perfect
‘Give and take’
For all those
On-line friends’ sake
Now amongst the race
For these likes
Where is the real you?
Suffocating beneath
The mound of ‘likes’
‘Phew’!
But why should it bother you
Your life
Dependent on your face
And your face
Dependent on others’ ‘likes’
So, please continue on
Put your best face forward
There’s nothing called ‘Real’
In this fictitious world
So, why should you alone be bothered?
"the oceans are becoming more salty
our planet is turning into a complete gas chamber"-
to someone i sound like i am a case of immediate help
who needs serious knowledge on what a religious text has to say
you see the more the merrier is not the right saying
when it is breaking the natural balance
oceans are turning salty, trapping more devilish gases
coral reefs are dying that harbors most of marine life
climate change is as real as the death and not a hoax
its real as houses burning down from forest fire
its real as your world getting flood by floodwater
or rising sea levels that will soon reach your door