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Written: January 12, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Colored earth
lies in fragmented bits
gold and silver
just out of reach
acid obsessions,
our souls leach.
Transience of fame
ephemerality of
human existence
provoke a
poignant admission~
of forgetfulness. . .
Endless craving
leads to fits
we desire what
lies beyond the glass
crystalline dreams
soon turn to brass.
This underscores
transient nature
of personal memory
& impact beyond lifetime
intensifying emotional weight
it declares universal truth
of inevitable fading
& human goals significance.
Out of reach
is cold glitz
gems sparkle
with deceiving light
while riches
bear to flight
Dreadful dinotherium—
a world of awe,
indented as a saw
it could hardly fail
or poorly flail
when we slid
and tumbled
Fossils emerge;
we were born to walk —
stay close; never stray~
Mining delusions
uncovers depths
into gloom,
our hopes fall
chains of rescue
remain beyond recall
Lost in searching
our wits
blind us to love
by our side,
treasures
magnified
One soul’s heaven is another soul’s hell
A silver silent scream from jaded jail
The quiet roar underscores mind unwell
Honeymoon of doom from grace I fell
Never been so alone or far from home
Arranged marriage to a person well known
Riches of gold silver money are shared
But what’s lacking lavender love and care
It’s enough irony to make one weep
I understand the truth I’m lucky you see
He is handsome he doesn’t beat me
Kaleidoscope kisses impregnate me
So I am to be a mother in due time
But I love another and that’s my crime
I hope to escape by loosing my life
Standing on the balcony taking a dive
But then I feel a little kick in my side
I am trapped in this cycle of life I cry
My baby does live so I can not die
Madd and sad I must persevere try
It’s enough to make a soul fall apart
Perhaps the child will soothe my heart
A big job for such a small little baby
It’s enough to make a mother crazy
Never again will my life be my own
My mind is splitting I feel so alone
I look up to see blue fluffy clouds
Somehow I can’t jump it’s wrong now
I must forget I am sad my past life memories
Repent pray for strength and healthy baby
Perhaps the child will be my saving grace
And these maddening thoughts will go away
Under the impaled moon wounded by hours
Red clouds hide, stolen before dawn of day
Golden locks on little girls bounce then lay
Love light becomes trapped, lost in high towers
What is so precious hidden in power
Born in mornings creation from the clay
Youths in blue dresses dance away decayed
Red lips come kissed at birth in sun showers
Turbulence underscores the cost of war
Prisoners have no beauty, only waste
Time is one day's labor fought out of need
Who waits for strangers, closed behind the door
Pretty comes in pink with a bitter taste
A vase of bright flowers red blood and greed
On Saturday, the nation will
Join forces east to west
To protest this administration,
Easy to detest.
Called “No Kings” with no explanation
Offered or required,
There will be large-scale gatherings
This “leader” has inspired.
To show support, I thought I’d buy
Some “No Kings” merchandise –
A hat or tee or even
Some lapel pins would suffice.
The quickest way to find this
Would be Amazon, for sure.
No matter what you think about it,
Speed’s its biggest lure.
So I was shocked when, on the site,
Most “No Kings” items shown
Could not or would not be delivered
(Cue the sad trombone…)
Until at least the 28th
Or after; either case
Would get here past the point
When “No Kings” day had taken place.
I don’t think it is paranoid
To see Jeff Bezos’ role,
For when it comes to Amazon,
He’s kind of in control.
Ironically, this underscores
How vital is this cause,
For when greed and power rule, we’ve learned,
The kings make all the laws.
I was on my first walk of the new year…feeling happy…healthy and rested…
I had no idea in front of The Church of the Good Shepherd…my faith in myself and my fellow man would be tested.
As I arrived in front of the church…across the street a young man…to me unknown…was yelling over and over again….”Hey Siri!” into his phone.
When I saw him I waved…although I admit my wave was a bit half-hearted…when he saw me he said, “Hey dude, can you help me?” Dude, I would find out, is how all his sentences started.
He was out partying with friends on New Year’s Eve and, apparently still feeling the effects…he didn’t notice when his Uber driver dropped him off at the wrong address.
He told me where he lived…I said he just needed to make a couple of corrections…for he was nowhere near his home…and he was walking in the wrong direction.
He wanted to call his sister but his phone was dead…his bad luck this fact underscores
but when he saw the phone in my hand he asked, “Dude, can I borrow yours?”
He crossed the street…I handed him my phone…then he paused a moment because…after everything that he’d been through…he didn’t know where he was.
I told him the address…he called his sister and told her how his night had gone astray…
She told him to stay right where he was…she was on her way.
He said, “Dude, thanks for saving my life.” I figured it was still the alcohol talking…
And knowing he was safe now…I continued with my walking.
But I could hear him as I walked away saying ,”Dude, thanks I don’t know what I’d have done if you weren’t here to find me…followed by more Dude, thank yous and Dude, God bless yous echoing behind me.
As I turned for home I began to worry…since I left him there alone…
If his sister found him and picked him up…so I called her number now on my phone.
She didn’t answer so I left a message….then continued…homeward bound…
she sent me back a text thanking me…saying he was safe and sound.
If I see him again I might admit I thought twice about helping him in the dark as screaming down the street he roamed…but more than likely I’d just smile and say,
“Dude…I’m glad you made it home.”
Embracing the idea that to "hear no beauty, see no beauty, be no beauty" is to overlook the true essence of a rose. A rose is not merely a flower or a collection of blooming buds; it embodies a profound inner calmness and purity. It serves as a striking representation of a seductive figure, with its ovary dispersing seeds that give rise to future generations of beauty.
This powerful imagery underscores the role of a rose in nurturing life and inspiration. Beauty is not just a superficial attribute; it is a divine promise, a gift from God destined for all women in the land. We must recognize and honor the vibrancy of beauty, as exemplified by the striking "red fluffy mustard rose," which captures the essence of resilience and allure in nature.
Hear no beauty, see no beauty be no beauty
Navigating through life's highway,
It’s more than what meets our eyes,
It takes courage to break through dawn's ice,
We can’t preempt all we see.
We find our feet on its mystery lane,
We seek shelter from the rain,
Life shows us its different faces,
Not minding our unique races.
The way we chauffeur our cars,
It determines how far we can go,
It underscores our mileage,
Often we forget we're on a pilgrimage.
Life's highway undulates and meanders,
Only a few along its way endears,
Courage keeps us on track,
As we sojourn for the glory mark.
Navigating through life's highway,
Conquering the invisible,
Sketching out the visible,
Until the perfect picture is attained.
January 21, 2023.
Pick-A-Title, Vol. 34 Poetry Contest,
Edward Ibeh.
fruitful is each breath, unpremeditational
dolphins jumping calm sea diagonal
as bumble bee pauses on swaying daisy
industry’s pollen for human folk’s honey
we all are lucky, don’t you see ?
sun rising each morn or hiding in winter
eclipsed by nebula, floating arbitrary blinkers
circling purest love within core soaring
unexpected finches settle, chirping linger
fertile soil unsolicited beneath our feet fortuitous is Gaia, gravity’s a blue-green feat
coffee’s black, sweet an incidental treat
incremental is our luck, not accidental
dribbling raindrops on window pane inadvertent
allow scribbles of verses in puddle concerted wings of wind float seeds, land lacy across loam
nothings by chance, sometimes we roam
naught’s coincidental, every positive serendipity underscores a negative
balance of forces appears chance, though every cookie’s appearance is
ALL’s intention dance
fortuitously I uncovered ageless trace of own
sixty-fourth gene codon, gleaning my life’s purpose previously unseen —- to be
transformational-inspirational poetry was genome’s message unhesitational ~
seemed random, opportune gift graces
unveiling heavenly aces
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Sponsor: Rob Carmack
April 26
The mystique is palpable
& reeks of change
in the air
Like new rain on a balmy
summer day it washes
dullness away
To say it's refreshing
would be an understatement
in a way that underscores
its enchanting nature
Its nature is naturally
exuberant &
mesmerizing
Fantasizing about it
is the norm
for those caught
in its unrelenting
storm
What is it?
It's the thing dreams
are made of
Dark matter behind
the eyes of lids
bringing life to
things of the ID
Or is it things
of the mind?
I'm trying but can't
truly describe
what has been
divinely inscribed
My eyes can see
what the dark hides
that claws its way
to the light
A cat's meow leads
the way as the bright
promised land awaits
The gates open
like doors of perception
blown off the hinges
The fringes of reality
are akin to a cliff
overlooking a
bottomless pit
A canyon so infinitely
grand it fits the
whole of mankind
in its hands
It's everything you've
seen or ever
will see
for it is forever
becoming &
always will be
Merciful Deceased Mother - Father T'will See Thee Anon
Atheism underscores bedrock
schema Holy Toledo
encompassing mine secular humanistic credo
simultaneously tricking elusive illusion, sans
supernal radiant quintessence
blasting damn ming the torpedo
didst alight kindle linkedin skepticism,
asper this son kissed faith no more,
(nor e'er didst I believe)
with irrefutably blinding albedo.
Though both parents
predecessors theology, included prayer
purportedly distilled within
Eastern European Jewry, where
without bonafied definite
certainty doubts to square
lee dismiss, this mortal
forced to conjecture dare
ring declaratively, while
sitting in thinking chair
(bet my bottom dollar to air)
course, I take leap of faith here
me forebears most likely
modus operandi did adhere
practiced, skewed, premised
Semitic virtue and vice
towed toward theistic obeisance suffice
hath to claim parochial paradigms mice
self attests little doubt,
(no matter scant rice
sized grain genealogical details posit,
one granule pepper, or
other old World spice)
supposed speculative precepts
akin to bing as loose as lice
sen shuss behavior
precepts prevails precise
lee predicated on
(at the minimum Reformed) price
less cherished Jewish,
traditions as device
ordering existence, (perhaps Judeo Christian)
principled tenets to whit
and mention above sit
chew waited at down
chronological arc soon to quit
final chapter of life, though
near ninety year old papa will visit
death be not proud realm
after he doth exhaust limit
of his mortal tenure, I admit
he gives nary a fig,
his meager profit
will not be deeded to any church,
and this sole son
expects (dentured teeth to grit
tight and eyes teary)
to reed only commendable
comments asper his obit,
where spirit of Harriet Harris fuses
with that of Boyce Harris as one unit
Tarry yon forever!