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Alone in the chapel, falling apart
Unveiling the wounds of her tortured heart
Seeking solace in quiet of the night
Wishing and praying her instincts aren't right.
The true love of her life has gone astray
She saw him with someone else yesterday
Hoping she had got things completely wrong
That he'd been faithful to her all along.
She cannot believe that they may be through
And is undecided what she should do
He hasn't told her anything face to face
And hopes to be blessed with merciful grace.
She prayed that he would be back tomorrow
To sooth away the pain of her sorrow
She could not stand the idea that he
Was in love with another somebody.
Suddenly there was a tap on her back
She turned around, it was her sweetheart Jack
He kissed her and said in all honesty
‘Twas his sister he was with yesterday.
19th December 2020
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Best N-A poem of 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 4th - Thank you John
A Rhyme Story-Poem With Eyes On - Poetry Contest
Date judged 23rd December 2020 - Received an N/A
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Ambition in its prime dwells within over time —poet
My special poet…
is one who gets their point across
without agendas or alliterations of a bitter boss
No need for perfect literates who sip on bitters
and pound out heartless ink to other bulls*itters
A black heart smells rotted and oldened by experience
with ordinary nothingness to relay for instance
Webbed tough with matured matted material
used over again, makes not a special poet’s verses imperial
My special poet…
does not grope for interpretation of what’s in the soul
Or use blackened words of mystery that serve to cajole
Or spits floundering anxiety pending
Nor is in one’s own tight confining skin
Nor a swollen head enabled by encouragement,
rigid and giving nothing back
Nor do they look askance from their egocentric self,
Outspoken words that hurt, sensitivity they lack
My special poet…
is one who gets the truth out
reporting issues of division and about
undecided poets who need to explore
not to shun away from what dangers implore
Expresses what’s needed to say
words you trust along the way,
to make what’s important aware
for those with no voice and in despair
We’re all a part of it, the crime and border
God is good, He wants you to know justice’s order
My special poet…
a girly-girl of a soft disposition natured
still rides along within, now matured
I have too much respect for poets
to call out bitter versed ones, we know it’s
not going to change anything or anyone
We are who we are bar none
Understanding the universe that comes first
Time is of the essence not disparaging the worst
When making a split discission
when it’s obvious surrealism,
there is no more discussing what is
special, sincere, sealed woe IT'S me
My special poet…
is not better just unique
It's not a prowess poet that I seek
It’s nice when real poet's genius peak
Cannot hit the ball out of the park every time
Yet it all maybe rendered sublime
We cannot alter our voices
This covers all poets of our choices
You’ll find poets who well articulate
though meanings may particulate
Every poet is special to somebody
and have one thing in common
including ME
An aliveness announcing angels,
Beyond beautiful bliss,
Clarifying clearly
Disastrously dynamic diminished-hexaverses,
Eagerly, enthusiastically
Finding fanatical futuristic free-verse
Gyrations guzzling
Haphazardly, happy haiku
Illustrating Images
Jubilantly jiving, juicy
Kindred kindness
Luxuriously languishing
Mystically, magically, memorably
Nimble notations
Opulently
Persuasively, poetically
Quirkily,
Relishing Rhymes.
Succulent, sassy, sensuous
Tangerine Tango-like tankas,
Understandably undecided
Vexingly verifying
Wonderful, wild,
‘xcitingly ‘xhibiting
zany, zealous, zestful Z.
_Scene: The motel car park_
Highlife spills from the bar,
Like beer from a full tumbler,
Fifty meters away.
Laughter. Glass. Night thick with sweat.
"Ten to seven," Oseh said.
"Twenty-three girls now."
"Oldest twenty-five. Youngest eighteen."
Felix nodded, like an agama
That had sighted a cockroach.
"We need thirty."
"Some are still undecided," Oseh said.
"I'll come see them," Felix gave reply.
"They're well-protected on this journey."
Die-hard girls can encourage them?
Who are die-hard girls?
Darkness' a gardener gathering dry grasses.
The count continued.
I waded through a field of
she loves me she loves me knots
Needing to tie her bow to my happiness
I searched vigorously
Until I found that one wise daisy
For I knew she was my forever
My heart was incapable of
being with anyone else
I planned out the path
To the aisle of our bliss
For she was and is
everything that matters
That smile that breathes life into my days
I feel comfort and excitement in her arms
When I found her
I had no need to look further
I left the searching to the undecided
The fickle fools
Looking for their Jennie in a bottle
With a glass held in a hand
What's your sign
Clever pickup lines
Thinking them prettier
With each sip of wine
I preferred a softer approach
Not particularly smooth
or debonaire
Yet she too
miraculously was drawn to me
Somehow able to see
The spark within the blue
of my adoring eyes
Pupils dilated
Increasing double in size
Twenty two years
Ten thousand kisses
This is
My witness
My sweetie
is the perfect Mrs.
No field
Of Daisies
Will ever make
This mind hazy
For I know
With all my heart
She Loves Me
So thankful
We tied the knot!
For SKAT's Romantic Pen Contest.
There are moments when I feel so alone,
Lost in confusion – riding out the storm.
Then, there are times when I feel so sure,
Comforted by the presence of Jesus’ love.
There are days when I can’t find real peace,
Times when I’m filled with discouragement.
But there are those days when I am so serene,
Aware of the hope that is poured from above.
There are moments when I’m not self-assured,
Times when I don’t know if I’m truly that good.
Then, come the times when I feel so confidant,
Those special days of feeling comforted and secure.
There are days when I don’t have any honest answers,
The times when I’m undecided, lacking sure thanksgiving.
Then, there come the moments of faith and conviction,
Being so certain that I know what to let go and what to give.
There are moments of anxiety and worry that plagues me,
Those times when I’m not sure I can allow real give and take.
Then, comes the sweetness of believing with my heart and soul,
Discovering the answers that can only be found in Jesus’ warmth.
There are days when I can’t feel the intimacy I know is alive,
Burning with passion that comes from giving from my heart.
Then, there are the times when I’m so fulfilled by the assurance,
Knowing that the grace of God is with me, keeping me from harm.
There are moments when I don’t know up from down, in from out,
Those wearisome times of despondency when I haven’t a hope at all.
Then, there are the times when I know that I have it all and more …
A love that knows no end, love from God, Jesus and the Holy Ghost.
Again, the snail of time seems frozen:
White grass surrounded my cauliflower;
Now, naïvely visited by mice, -a dozen,
Come from the huge hoarfrost`s tower.
Furs with the variegated undecided color
Stay in the bed of tired yellow leaves,
Telling their jokes with old dark humor
On what poetical surprises fate retrieves.
Beyond the horizon of their question,
An echo in the season of the frozen sea,
Whose trembling hands, with scent of onion,
Squeeze the lemon of the sun in my cup of tea.
My morning tea`s made from leaves of time;
Flying leaves,-I tried and never I was able
To catch while tasting my dry biscuit`s rhyme
Fallen down under the sky`s golden table.
To the infinite expanding light
In mysteries and secrets we delight
Whose glorious, swirling patterns never end
To you, our human handshake we extend
If not in so complete a state of awe
I'd be more able to describe or draw
The vastness of our spinning cosmos shared
No, nothing else exists to be compared
As I adore the clean whiteness of snow
There is so very much I want to know
That of ivory, lily, moon and dove
Believe the stars are made of light and love
Unbridled curiosity we've known
Never-ending beauty you have shown
Ever expanding to infinity
Should I trust Darwin or The Trinity?
After a thousand hours of debate
My mind is in an undecided state
Maybe the answer is a quest to muse:
Is there a reason I should have to choose?
On Earth, we enjoy mighty canyons grand,
Forests, oceans, deserts, soft warm sand
Across the planet, mountains rise and swell.
Amazing pyramids where kings' tombs dwell
Streaked hues of Aurora Borealis
A Land of Wonder discovered by Alice
With countless rabbit holes deep underground
Trees falling in the woods without a sound
So now about us human beings, you know
A little, but there's so much more to show
We hope our futures meet to aquaint more
One day upon some great galactic shore
8/29/21
It's all been a giant whirlwind
Among all the straightaways, turns and bends
Still trying to find a girlfriend
Before the entire world ends
Too f***ed up or my senses heightened
Made my choice or was undecided
Cheap, Expensive or priceless
Selfish choices left many lifeless
A new virus
What a crisis
A world of endless violence
When I shut my eyelids
I still can't find it
I'm talking about silence
Thoughts running through my head, can't keep them quiet
Even when out in nature among redwood giants
Experiments with science
It was one sided or there was an alliance
That soon got divided due to selfishness and defiance
Going with or against the queen and highness
For reasons that were treacherous or righteous
Experienced firsthand or read about in history
It's no secret or still a mystery
For victory instead of misery
Despite causing others death or injury
It's all been rather contradictory
Due to honest intentions or trickery
On slopes that were slippery
It was not all that simple
Because resources dwindled
Relationships never rekindled
In the stars and my eyes a twinkle
As it occasionally sprinkled
Another year older another wrinkle
Still single
As sensations tingle
Te quiero , I love You,Ti amo,
there have been
songs endearing
some worth sharing
some I dare not
romantic lyrics
sounds you hear it
I Love You sounds great
when your the number one guy
tell me I love you
when I'm bruised by
your loving
and I'll ask myself why
Fussing and cussing all about
with a tear in my eye
and you say I'm foolish
and I ask myself why
You lied to me when You said you loved me
you lied to keep your cheating going on
you lied to keep me
You lied to turn me off
hard pillows are romantic
Cold beds aren't good for love songs
everybody wants to write us
speak us in a thrid persons part
you keep on amusing them
you rebreaking my heart
tell ya'll love can be dangerous
infedility makes it dangerous
emotional destress
eroded feelings too
complications about everything
what up wiff me and you
aint no advice that heals a
bruised up heart
finding someone else
when
things go wrong
often prevents a new psoitive start
Tell ya'll
some love is dangerous
complications make it dangerous
undecided situations
are dangerous
some situations are dangerous
Written by:
Scat Dingle and the ShoeFly Player
From the aldum "Me So Fly"
From Adlid Album Company
"studio Gangster"and " BlueLight Socailite"
were fused with samples from
"Big Greasy Woman" by; "That Baddass Mizzo"
of Frizzle_Ghee's Music Company
Lyric and Strings and Horns
written and Arranged by
O.G."sonata form" BigBank
of CounterPoint Music Company
"Jive Woman" was performed by the Capon Sister's
with Dingo Danny Smiles upfront
dueling guitars performed
by
"Badass Millie Jam's and Disco BoomBass
of Boom-Bah Music
with horns and strings arranged and conducted by
Greasy Mist and The Love Right Band
"her Massage" has samples from
"just Groovin" by Misty Blue and Pink Thongs and Them
of Evening Star Music a Dynamic Music Company LLC.