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Once upon a time my eye fell on some videos and pictures,
On the Net I saw a lovely, such a young and beauteous creature...
But, of course, it's not her stature, and it's not her noble features
That gave me an inspiration 'cause I know she's like a preacher,
She is an enlightener who can change the world;
She is even cleverer than someone who's old;
She's worth lots of gratitude 'cause her heart's not cold;
She's a blessing, she's a present that is brought by God!
Now I'd like to say some phrases that are coming from my soul:
Cassidy, I know that you play a considerable role!
I hope now your mood is festive and your pains have flown away
'Cause today you're celebrating something special - Purple Day!
Something special is for people who can often be oppressed,
Something special is for people who can often feel depressed...
You have made it, wondrous darling, for those people who are sad;
They are gloomy, full of sorrow 'cause they are thought to be mad...
It's unfair... You understood it when you were a little child.
You've been brave enough to struggle! Yes, someone is still so wild...
But your wisdom and your mercy - all this cannot become less!
That is why you are successful, and you'll always have success!
I believe that you'll be even more successful than before!
And I wish you not to tremble (in all senses) any more!
You're an angel of your country, you deserve to have the best
That your destiny can give you! Verse is coming from my breast!
You were born to bring the justice, and my words - to gladden you!
I believe they will be healers for your soul if you feel blue.
I believe they'll make you happy, and I know it will be fair
'Cause when YOURS appear in my mind, I feel pleasure in the air!
I looked forward to the moment when I could congratulate
My inspirer. Now it has come! It is such a special date!
It's the twenty-sixth of March, so it's high time for me to say:
"Cassidy, the hero of the nation, happy Purple Day!"
Did I see an alter ego twirling round the edges of a microscopic slide
or just another doughnut cell the crosshair must endure?
The answer surely lies upon the fractal shoulders of a dinosauric factor tree I’ll certainly become.
Where looping lens intrudes on self-mirage,
with virtual slant as piggyback I dimly met before the
hidebound claw of precedent took root.
A wagtail canine bark at hoop nose faculty.
Amid that fractious world there lurks
an imposition deep inside a thin glass frame.
Dry bone flock turned upshot on a skeletal
squint to minds off course.
Deep freeze cabin vacuously threadbare.
Polarising focal point for ardent scholar smitten by their optical zoom.
Indebted to a cobalt marker label on one’s being for posterity to clinically dissect.
Field of vision analyte or pentecostal ocean’s
blue-green algae.
Nail file rigor mortis on reflection
to awkwardly deflect or misconstrue.
Egghead hatching schemes on concave glassware
where annotation floats around dimensions,
with axis dumbing down prophetic tombs.
Date Written : 30/4/2020 Thirtieth April 2020
Date Judged : 26/5/2020 Twenty sixth May 2020
Name Of Contest : BRIAN’S CHOICE V, any form, any theme
Result ; NA for Thin Glass Frame
Date submitted ; Fourth of October 2020
Contest : Second Chances NA poems of 2020 Part III
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
”A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing
Funny when you're dead how people start listening.”
– The Band Perry (If I Die Young)
Thanks for listening to the song I wrote
Even before I’ll leave one night into the soft mist
For if it has the power to cure the deaf
I’ll fain go with dry lips not once kissed.
I’ll leave one solemn night into the soft mist
When you and mother and father are all sleeping
Weep not, dear: For I’ll bring with me your brightest light.
And you shall wake, light and unburdened, in the morning.
Tomorrow marks exactly one year
Since our twenty sixth birthday
You hugged me like a good brother that you
Are. But it irks me, things you used to say.
Jones, Wilson, Joplin and Hendrix:
True talents sure die young, don't they?
Morrison, Cobain and Winehouse—
One day I'll join them where beauty will never grey.
Let me sing you a lullaby like mother always did. But promise me:
Let me, once all my dirge ceases, deprived of all power,
Leave silently, serenely into the soft mist;
Following Azrael who knocks at an ungodly hour.
Into the soft mist, I shall hopefully leave.
Though forgive me if they all hear me
Sob into the darkness when, smiling,
I fly in a moonlit path like a nightingale set free.
Three years ago today a group of 14- to 17-year-olds attending Texas Cheer Camp in Austin decided to see how many girls they could squeeze into the elevator
Twenty-six girls thought they would all fit within
Twenty-six girls both the fat and the thin
Twenty-six girls and there could have been more
But the twenty-sixth girl had to close the damn door
The lights were too hot so the girls said to dim it
But not before one of them read the lift’s limit
And using round figures they added up weight
But got to the answer a little too late
So twenty-six girls in a box fast descended
Till they hit the ground floor and their fall quickly ended
Shaken, not stirred, they all wanted out
But the door wouldn’t budge so they started to shout
Twenty-six girls in a movable box
They’re on the ground floor and the door somehow locks
They shimmy and shake till a cell phone appears
911 is soon called so they practiced some cheers
And the serious firemen all had to grin
Thinking twenty-six cheerleaders all crammed within
Twenty-six bodies pressed all to the wall
And all of this happened in old Jester Hall
Mdailey 08/07/08
By this bend
Old antique shoppe;
Sanguine ancient owner
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Lots of what-nots
Odds and ends mix;
Awaiting departure
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Old motifs unearthed
August edging fast;
Hermit stories
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So much to see
Bright blossoms here;
Salute the day!
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Sit here and wait
Sunset streaks now dim;
Light sleeps in the dark
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Pathway passage
Road underpass;
Busy feet commute
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Tai Chi dancers
Longevity now springs;
Grace thrills footsteps
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Old giant rubber tree
Dazzling wonder;
Ancient forbearance
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Loitering here
Warm sun spreading;
Morning glow styles
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Walking hand in hand
Young couple gaze;
Dreamy wandering
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See that aspect
Truth in deep form;
Tembusu tree glows
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August slips away
Aware of sure charms;
Memory projects
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Seek choice
Style poise;
Hurl voice
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Two butterflies
Twenty-sixth storey flirt;
Profound love soars
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Leon Enriquez
26 August 2015
Singapore
Kicked out of a theater for the twenty-sixth time,
the owner suggested to the highest building in town they should climb.
From there, throw yourselves down to the street.
Their act was considered both putrid and effete.
It was discovered three beautiful women also came.
Hilda, Wilda, and Tilda they were called by name.
These girls didn’t seem to have anything to hide.
In a similar situation, they contemplated suicide.
As all six of them were ready to go,
there was somebody mysteriously playing a piano.
The man playing the instrument was a millionaire.
He often played in isolation in the open rooftop air.
The man thought this sextet had talent that was not bad.
He hired all of them to star in a musical that he had.
However, the stooges and female company once again tasted defeat.
The man was insane and bound for Dr. Dippy’s Retreat.
Based on the Columbia Pictures short subject “Rhythm and Weep” starring the Three Stooges.
Australia Day 2025
I’m grateful for the things I have
And for my family too.
The friendships made along the way
Some old, some very new.
I’m glad I live just where I do
And proudly do I stand.
The freedom here that we all share
Australia is my land.
I’ll lay out in our sun so warm
I will not give a toss.
And when the stars come out tonight
Salute the Southern Cross.
So, on this Twenty Sixth of Jan
I’ll raise our flag so high.
And celebrate Australia Day
Our anthem sing, will I.
I know there’s some who’ll disagree
And they will raise their voice.
For that is our Australian way
All here can have a choice.
The only time we have is now
We cannot change our past.
Our futures never guaranteed
So, make each second last.
And when it is all said and done
I’ve one more thing to say
To every one of you out there
‘Happy Australia Day.’
Christine: 26/1/2025
A DECEMBER TO REMEMBER
Roy Mokoena
Who will I be without number twelve,
Time for gatherings and restoration of relations,
A lot of festivities but my birthday month,
The tail of the year, in it I was created.
Triple decades ago, I was still crawling, It felt
good moving from place to another with knees.
Like a thirsty stallion I could not stop crying,
The lullaby I always sang before the bedtime.
A December to Remember
Flecks of grey speckled over my dark hair,
I am now growing and becoming very old,
If age was a wage, health would be my wealth.
Rands in the hands, the poorman's daily dream. Brighter days, Holiday on a Monday I was born,
A bouquet of dandelions I received as a gift,
but songs and surprises are always a Joy for Roy.
Christ was born on the twenty-fifth day
A December to Remember
I was born on the twenty-sixth day
I am also a Member to Remember.
D-arkness has just turned
I-nto a break of sunny day;
A-nother dawn is shining,
N-ight chill has gone away.
N-ew morn has broken, when the sun starts to ascend;
E-arly lights fill the sky as I feel the warmth they send.
C-louds begin to disappear
A-fter the rain stops to fall;
B-eneath the lanes up above
A-re voices that greet and call.
R-ecorded sound of songs
L-ets you hear them softly;
E-ars of you feel the comfort when you're eased the way it should be.
L-onely evening is over,
A-s the twilight passes from view;
M-arch twenty-sixth this year,
B-irth of you is far from blue.
I-nclement clime turns fine,
N-o more mist in the air;
I-nside my heart is the wish,
C-heer and joy I want to share.
I-'m so very happy for you, because of who you are now;
O-ne lady who is so faithful, always keeping the unbroken vow.
Its april twenty sixth, two thousand and twenty
and
everything
feels like honey.
The aroma is thick and feels sticky.
I want to believe that honey is sweet and pure,
but that wouldnt be entirely true.
For honey is processed
the same as me and you.
The times are heavy for everyone and it starting to feel
like the madness has just begun.
That wouldnt be true would it though.
We've been running mad for a while now
and it is starting to blend like chow from a mad cow.
Nothing is what it seems and one has to find happiness in misery.
My nerves are running a mile a minute and all I can do is sit here with it.
The hope is endless and my faith is fearless, but everything feels funny.
Funny like raw honey from a bee that has a disease.
I'm sticky and and the air is thick.
How can one survive through it