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The garden of love
Hearts that grow from nothing
Is it possible ?
Silver light has woven my dreams
At the sight of beauty
Life is power and breath
Laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ all day
Chasing butterflies and bees
Oh, I love the silence that so many want to break
Unplumbed and infinity gently to my eyes and ears
Lead me to purity - something ethereal
Dalmation bellflowers express my delight
Breathed its oxygen, it felt so sweet and pure
Everything and forever, the garden is created for us
29/08/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
3. This All Could Be
Poem of the Day 30/08/2019
2nd place in the contest
Usage disputes: Words where people disagree on the correct definition or application
Undisputed. The environment of the venue was barbaric
Dispute a Job Title Change to document your actual work and start a formal dialogue
"Wrestler" and "Wrestling":
"Superstar" or "sports entertainer,"
"bouts" or "contests."
"Belt" or "Strap"
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There once was a red kangaroo
Fell in love with a white cockatoo
Met in a suburb called Woolloomooloo
Decided a family they'd breed
But couldn't fornicate to plant viable seed
The relationship finally fell through
There once was a little echidna
Said to wallaby let's get together I'll wed ya
Great nuptial feast in Willcannia
They exchanged wedding vows
Then danced many hours
Then undressed from wedding regalia
There once was a hairy young bandicoot
Was courting mallee fowl what a hoot
Amazingly, arrived, fancy offspring, what a brilliant offshoot
They went to reside on a big cattle farm
A successful relationship full of much charm
He played the fiddle whilst she played the flute
There once was an eagle flew high in the sky
Saw down below, a koala, unable to fly
Let's tie the knot, until the day that we die
Lived in a town with the title of Berri
Crossed Murray river aboard a fine ferry
A relationship full of fun and much laughter, Koalas humour resoundingly dry
There once was a devoted, spiritual wombat
To pray 'twas on his backside that's how he sat
Lived all alone in a bush habitat
Forever he wished that he would stay single
No desire to have marriage vows jingle
Made his home, far from the city of old Ballaarat
I awaken at midnight, kangaroo bouncing, inside of my head
This poem's ridiculous but I've said what I've said
Now it's complete I'll go back to my bed
Hope I have cleared all of this bouncing, can once again sleep
If I'm unable will have to revert, to counting some sheep
I've warned you once, but I'll warn you again this poem's ridiculous but I've said what I said
From many connoisseurs, it has drawn mighty cheers.
This has earned the title of “The King of Beers”.
Drinkers have enjoyed its tasted for many years.
In numerous places, this beer is number one.
The flavorful brew has been rated second to none.
Where quality is concerned, it has established the benchmark.
A team of Clydesdale horses remains its trademark.
The company’s history is long and glorious.
The corporate headquarters is located in St. Louis.
Even during the brief period of prohibition,
the firm had never relinquished its top position.
Its status as an American beer is now in doubt.
To a Belgian company, they sold themselves out.
The Bermuda Triangle.
Are we talking shorts
Or waxing?
Some are masters of deceit.
Should they have been born
Chameleons?
Many shoes, but all one size.
Leaving us with what,
Hobson’s choice?
To make pizza or pancakes.
Tough decision, or
A toss-up?
The road is winding and steep.
Will you walk with me
All the way?
Hurry upstairs to put on tights.
Dash for the ladder?
Run along?
She is loud but alluring.
Would you say she is
A siren?
Dictatorial republic:
Be corrupt or go
Bananas?
He is itching to begin.
Should he wait? Should he
Start from scratch?
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* This is a set of quinzaines that requires
much reading between the lines.
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Author: Paul Callus
Contest: One Word Title
Sponsor: Skat A
Placing: 4th
Candles have been lit in a room of seventy-two
my yoga mat is weaved from recycled flexi-jute
I am a wisp of silence in this doctrine old and new
seated in my soul, I am rendered mute
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA * TAKE ME TO NIRVANA
Diving into waterfalls of paradise, I'm cold
beneath a sky of midnight hue transcendently I'm yours
serenity, tranquility as every breath unfolds
I'm a temple made for you in this Elysian field of gold
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA * TAKE ME TO NIRVANA
In this peaceful state of freedom without roam
I sit chilled, frosted, frozen, I am Flame
One bougie of rushlight and suddenly I'm home
a Paschal candle without a name
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA * TAKE ME TO NIRVANA
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA.
September 24, 2022
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Name Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 -
Bringing sins from my past
Into the present, a twinkling
Filling my thoughts, sprinkling
My heart in shadows to last
This feeling, this darkness
Colors my feelings in black
Doubt comes with it to attack
Leaving my heart with starkness
It brings depression and sorrow
Beyond any fears, tears or years
Silenced by the blackest affairs
Worrying the joyous in tomorrow
With his evil destruction, he abides
In the appalling abysmal of doubt
Where he feeds on every burn out
Thrives on the corruption, his guide
Some call him the devil, the fraud
Who invents new sins to upset you
Leaving hearts feeling less than blue
he just wishes he could be like God
He is my enemy from everlasting
I never want to give him the chance
To whisper his terrifying mischance
Through me, so sin is overcasting
I won’t give him the benefit of the doubt
I know his taunting is my heart’s rival
When he comes around, I need revival
So next time he takes another route
Listen to my prayer – today and forever
With God, all things are possible
So this road to my soul is uncrossable
Because I know God, he’s not so clever!
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
1. Incubus
March 9, 2023
What a promise this makes to be
it's filled with hope glorious hope
think and dwell upon these words
no matter what you'll be able to cope
You'll never walk alone
that means what it says
never is so uniquely powerful
it's always no matter your days
Never will you need to run
just as long as you just walk
one foot in front of the other
no need to even shout or talk
This sounds like a heavenly voice
one that knows every part of you
even created you from conception
taking your hand proving its all true
Indeed this is Jesus your blessed saviour
He is the one who died in your stead
on Calvary's cross paid for all your sins
it is finished He said then bowed His head
( This is written based on the great hit song 'You'll Never Walk Alone',
I've written this just focusing on the title and taking it where it led me.)
DOG CHASES TAIL
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In circles goes the dog,
a furry whirlwind, tail a-wagging,
his nose to the ground, sniffing out the ghost of a bone
with no clue as to where he left it.
Ahh, the circle grows, and me thinks he’s quite mad!
Truth be told, that bone is a relic,
a trophy of nothing, a piece of yesterday's joy,
devoid of any savory delight;
yet, he’s bewitched
by the lure of that which once he had.
The quest persists, but time, the trickster,
plays its multifarious games.
Memory grows faint, but
the haze of longing remains
lost in the labyrinth of time.
Distractions dart by—a squirrel, a leaf,
But wait—what’s this? A flash of color
bounces by and the spell is broken,
the quest for the bone forgotten,
distraction wagging his tail.
And so he circles, a furry Sisyphus,
chasing phantoms in the grass,
he sniffs, snorts, and spins—
a canine circus act.
Harry was born on the 20th June 1994,
And is a wheelchair basketball player,
Who at the 2012 Paras was the barer,
Of the Paralympic Flag, he went afore.
He’s a 2.5 player and his team’s won,
Many Championships, World and Euro,
In 2011, in Nazareth with much folio,
They won the gold to themselves sun.
2013 at the European Championships,
Harry and the team won another gold,
And 2014 at the World Champs polled,
They finished in 7th place for swift hips.
2015, the European Championships,
And the GBR men’s senior team zesty,
Won another bright gold medal shiny,
With third consecutive Euro title, strips.
Rio, and GBR made the bronze match,
Where they competed against Turkey,
After normal time it was tied, a lea,
But then GBR secured a 82-76 catch.