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priming for takeoff, preparing for flight
timing is touch and go, let's make it tight
climbing the mountains and soaring the heights
rhyming is sonorous, sounding just right
cruising at altitude, floating on air
choosing to wander without any care
musing so merrily, flourishing flair
fusing the forms in a fun-filled affair
thriving, lush scenery, everywhere found
striving serenely, selecting sweet sounds
driving the engines, we're now homeward bound
arriving back safely, wheels on the ground
lasting enchantments are there for the tell
contrasting oddities, things we know well
blasting bright images, conjuring smells
casting our magic with poetic spells
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THIRD PLACE WINNER
for the "Magical Spell" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Robert James Ligouri
written 03/14/2022
Well over a hundred years ago
The illustrious Vincent Willem Van Gogh
A genius somewhat like Michelangelo
With thousands of artworks in his cluttered studio
From the sublime to the grotesque for show
Might have been better off working as a gigolo
Because he died a pauper on skid row
In those days artists had no impresario
To make sure they lived high in a chateau
Dining on champagne and escargot
So it was quite a different scenario
That brilliant artists lived totally incognito
Often exchanging a painting for a meal on a patio
Or selling their wares door to door on tiptoe
Carrying under their arm their impressive portfolio
So it was for Vincent Willem Van Gogh
Misunderstood and suffering from vertigo
Mentally unstable and drinking heavily in Bordeaux
Depressed, impulsive and insane – a tragic combo
Cut off a piece of his ear, his sanity was touch and go
A troubled soul, life for him was a wild rodeo
Obsessive passion, far from living the status quo
His life and work intertwined shimmying like a yo-yo
Feeling the stranger, he shot himself overcome with sorrow
Post mortem everyone wanted to hear the myth of Van Gogh
With his vivid colors of burgundy, ochre and indigo
In his honor every year the orchestra features the oboe
And while the Italians chant magnifico
Everyone else cheers Bravo! Bravo!
How times have changed for poor Van Gogh
From a mere hundred years ago ~
Read on air by invitation ~ March 21, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 1st place 2026, 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2022, 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 15, 2021 for YOUR BEST MONORHYME contest sponsored by WILLIAM KEKAULA - RANKED 1ST
Ask and wish bold, ask for clear sight;
Dare to seek out, dare to be brave;
Reach and unfold, reach your true light;
Explore grand bout, explore your crave;
Allow your heart, allow your soul;
Mind that fond dream, mind knows the way.
Choice helps you start, choice makes you whole;
Opt for fine theme, opt not to stray.
Move your world now, move your thoughts forth;
Embrace your dream, embrace your play.
Touch and endow, touch and go north;
Reap your grand scheme, reap your sure day.
Use your time here, use your days well;
Explore rich space, explore and tell.
Leon Enriquez
08 November 2014
Singapore
Wish you were there in that old scented chair,
22 days of misery is a bit snazzy on my hair.
We haven’t seen each other since we’ve met at the park,
I’m seeing nothing but surrounded in a whole tight of dark.
Flashes of good things kept on coming in my mind,
Seeing you in a black shirt was the brightest of mankind.
Faking myself that I don’t want to see you laugh,
Worthless tactics are so odd and tough.
You’re the one that I always want to be with,
God sees the truth that my true love is width.
It’s undesirably harsh not to see your ever wanting smiles,
It’s touch-and-go to feel walking in that bold lengthy miles.
I must admit that I was a trashy player of this game of love,
Faking everything was wrongfully deed and hated by above.
Moments of chances that I get to know much more about you,
The best thing about me is my one and only you.
Form:
The truth was that I hardly knew him. I knew about him -- a little. He was a private man, and I respected that. He made my sister happy and that’s what mattered; after all, they’d been together for thirty-one years.
This last year was 'touch-and-go' -- and then I got the call I feared. She somehow managed to say the words... his heart had given out and now he was gone.
My little sister had become a widow too.
. the ruthless silence
. smothers a long winter night
. ~ his empty chair speaks
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2023
Tammy lived a reckless and careless life.
She answered to no one, lived by her own
rules.
Tammy has been on her own ever since
she could remember.
The streets were her home; she lived the
street life.
The average person didn't mess with her;
because she had a bad reputation.
Being the girlfriend of a notorious gang
leader had its ups and downs.
Rival girlfriends of other gang leaders
would constantly pick fights with her.
On a night near a desolate alley Tammy
got caught slippin.
She was walking by herself; she didn't even
have any protection.
The rival gang saw her and beat her senseless.
They left her for dead, a homeless dude found
her and ran to get help.
By the time the ambulance found her, she had
lost a lot of blood and had a faint pulse.
They rushed her to the hospital, she flatlined,
but they resuscitated her. However, it was touch
and go….. … they didn’t know if she would live
or die… her life hung in the balance, and it
was touch and go.
*caught slippin
to be caught off guard, in a very bad way.
Contest: This Or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
04-09-2021
They tell me pick up the pieces,
time to move-on,
Nothing left of love,
it's up and gone.
I can't seem to recall anything good,
I can't remember,
All that remains,
are ashes and burning ember.
So many lies,
betrayal and the games,
Love lost forever,
gone up in flames.
She never even,
glanced back at me,
What a mess it was,
a sight to see.
She erased me from her life,
I never existed,
I'm here alone,
all tangled up and twisted.
I have a different,
opinion, another view,
The two of them,
I've taking a dislike to.
She looks at me with a,
blank stare in her eyes,
This you could say,
took me by surprise.
Nothing to remind her,
of what use to be,
She thinks I'm crazy,
some wild banshee.
Ten years,
we share the same bed,
I'm in deep,
way over my head.
She thinks,
it's funny, she chuckled,
I felt sick,
and my knees buckled.
It is well,
over a year ago.
For me every day,
still touch and go.
She is with,
a good friend of mine,
I'm teetering,
on a thin blue line.
She destroyed my world,
left me in the dark and alone,
This is war,
they cast the first stone.
They are all happy,
not a care in the world,
I'm like a snake,
ready to strike and UN-CURLED.
TURBO1904
A BRIEF TALE'
The winds of success touch and go
like a wind that just pass by, so
a nice sense can be felt so.
It's needs to be as a guest for ever
but not as a passing clouds that shower
It should not be seasonal but a perennial
that flows always and ever like a super power.
The winds of success bring a lot of inspiration
which makes to know our capacity and perfection
All this leads to a world of rejoicing and recreation.
The winds that sweep around us is chill and cool
the success sense of winds lead our feel and drill
the process of strength and power lead our will and miles.
The effect of success winds or a little shower of success
makes us drench like a bath in a shower.
This is a brief tale about a shower in a success winds.
Through its foliage nature reveals art
When it snows see the imagination start
The seasons stand watch for birth and rebirth
Winter's endless sameness snows over earth
Sun sends crystals to shine on our altar
Earth's essential for life is just water
The Sky Siren sings as snow flakes flow
Falling from the seamless skies songs go
"Sparkle Snow": Luminescent, crystalline
designs - never the same
"Snowy Flakes": Millions of different droplets
form in flakes
"Slippery Snowing": Exhilarations of falling
downhill - skiing, sledding, racing, rolling
"Snowman Snow": Rolled up snow with
sticks 'n stones - creations who'll never hurt me
"Snow Homes": Castles, caves and igloos too -
places to touch and go into
"Snow Sculptures": Art to see as something solid -
carved so nice, then turned to ice
"Snow Angels": Spirits of faith and belief -
becoming angels in snow relief -
hopes soar high when celestials fly
Snow is weather that surely stays
Shapes our lives for some of our days
Romantic white on moonlit nights
Life's memories, fantastic sights
Dedicated to Deborah Anne Pitt Abad who could identify different types of snow and Deborah Ann Gaul who loved all of nature
7/13/2020
Floaters crisscross blinking eyes.
After a brief scientific analysis
it is concluded that an invasion of minute
alien spacecraft has occurred.
An optician assures:
these aberrant phenomena are perfectly normal
for a non-perfect being.
Unverified estimates of an unknown illness;
projections of billions of invasive germs follow,
tank-like organisms working overtime
to smash through flesh and plasma
reigning shock-shells of dissolution
onto peace loving white knights.
It is to be hoped that microbial
barbaric and brawny hosts
of avenging bacteria will soon
assault these malignant besiegers
from the rear. Surprise attacks
from all sides
until the munching, mad
germs in their pointy Prussian war helmets are
subdued, but it’s touch and go
it can turn out either way.
The day is spent ignoring
simple explanations of ocular spots
knowing for certain only infected spacecraft
can possibly maneuver like that.