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In my most endearing reveries, I journey once more
where monoliths of stone rose from the rocky shore
reminiscing the joyful days we spent along the quay
as sunrise painted pastel hues over waves in the bay
We gazed at the blush on the horizon, both enchanted
It was though Chablis and rose' were being decanted
generously poured into the sea in front of our eyes
as dawn was birthed in morning's Eastern skies
Barely older than innocence, on love's fragile verge
Emotions were undisguised as passion began to surge
Hesitant touches, clumsy kisses, awakened fascination
That summer was so much more than a mere flirtation
Haunted by the memories of the towering Cornwall cliffs
my heart will always wonder about those "what ifs"
What if we'd not parted. What if we'd let love prevail
Magic and mystery linger, much like an Arthurian tale
Amazing days we shared, leaving footprints on the coast
But it wasn't just geography that held me so engrossed
but the beauty of a woman and the spell on me she wove
in our romantic morning trysts, along that sandy Cove
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power, sans The Almighty
My faithful friend with sheets of white
my pal, poised, unpen itself to make things right
How squeaky clean each new beginning?
that borrows from the dead, and those still living
I arrived blank naked and undisguised
my soul redeemed in light of sunrise.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
its dubious power sans The Almighty,
Where would I be without coloration on the scene?
life would be deserted as though obscene
I'd fall through the cracks to a singular world
where boys play god to control every girl.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power sans The Almighty
I've read of Sodom and Gomorrah's crude ways
that glorified false light, as before the flood days
Now, there's liberation theology for you and me
the God of our understanding is of mercy
What race of men thrives without grace?
where would we be without speck of faith?
I have gained nothing, from white supremacy
what dubious power sans The Almighty -
A garden with grounds as fertile as love
who charted each course? Only One from above
I think of evergreen, and majestic pines;
and my roots unending; yet not one of a kind, because
The humanity of man was molded by divinity
and hand washes hand, to ward off calamity.
Chris prompts his friend, Cyra
to help him win the
heart of his true love,
Roxy
Chris is easy on the eyes
a dreamy kinda guy
but as far as conversation goes
he’s got no game
Cyra articulates like no other,
a maven of expression
But visible impression?
Not so much
Chris plans the evening well,
standing under the spell of
Roxy’s second-story window
(taming butterflies)
Cyra too on the scene
is nowhere to be seen
as if hiding in a cloud
awaiting a cue
Chris tosses candied sweethearts
at her window, she finally awakens
Roxy’s appearance is captivating,
stirring Chris’s senses
Surrogate Cyra begins on cue
launching love-struck expressions
Roxy nearly swoons …
Chris starts coughing
Discerning the subterfuge
as coughing Chris chokes
Roxy beseechingly begs,
“Who are you? What is your name?”
Truth undisguised
Cyra promptly replies,
“Cyra—NO! I will not lie …
I am generative AI”
Roxy faints, befuddled
Chris’s words muddled
Thus ends this mad romp—
AI awaits a prompt
Cipher audible as morning treetop cacophony
Each other's cheer-leading decree
Sunami strength help brought forth deafening
Viewed issues dealt cooperatively
Delighted audience dearest hears undisguised
Beesech spilt blood raw recognised
Army of protection brings emergency supplies
Intuition expands in habitual confide
Huddled low to headland in stiff salt onslaught
Storm's approach old debri fraught
Terror never treads on mesh combined support
Methods of secure recovery taught
Hummed as one, togetherness tune assembles
Outcomes emerging remain pliable
Dual pillars bear burden, widened weight gentle
Tandem virile, vehicle indestructible
9th December
Divinely United
The meeting of two that enter a union
Trust and respect must be paramount
No barriers in love until such is said
Happiness abounds in loving amount
They pull the stars to smile their night walk
Breeze awaken it sway to join their stroll
No barriers, they talk 'til sunshine kiss the skies.
Uncaring who's around, their grins undisguised
Moments that spur from black and white
When east greets west, who'd have thought
Eye to eye, chest to chest they
Hearts in touch, no barriers no cost
This meeting of two whom's union entered
Their trust and respect now paramount
No barriers in love until such is said
Their happiness abounds in loving amount
.
I felt you at threshold of
Broad and narrow
I felt in my bones,
All up in my marrow
You touched me.
I heard an unfamiliar voice
In stillness of morning
And flinched before Your
Virgin light of day,
Shame watched me sweat.
I peeked and saw your offerings:
Beginning of a new day,
Clear skies before sunrise,
Meekness of trees, amid
Splendor of your breeze
I darted out to nowhere...
Forgetting I'd tasted serenity
That second; and though
I felt humbled, weights
Of shame equaled insanity.
Numbing was pain after pain
Until that day,
You saw my cat licking rain,
Falling from my eyes.
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Let me try
To be you for a little while
And I know the lie
I might just know why, I might just know how
You need a reason to want to understand
Have you asked yourself the reason for it?
Isn’t it yourself asking for what then?
Than the person who is asking for… pleads?
How do you presume for one other’s outcome?
To even come close to experiences known otherwise?
Telling people befores and afters and taking away fun
Are ourselves not in undisguised denial in perfect disguise?
Do we not still do it anyway…
In spite of warnings and advices confusedly heeded
Will you take a yesterday to tomorrow today?
Simply… don’t we all do what was presumably needed?
Can I try?
To let you be me for a little while
Finding reasons to deny
I might just know why, I might just know how…
Prayer as sober as glow of each new day,
it fuels potency of faith.
Reflect, reclaim pursuit of peace,
feel the simmering of your soul.
As cool as envisioned course of action,
nothing is left to chance.
Cruise with ease into your mornings,
flick no unfriendly light.
Take time to be as kind as you'll have it,
kindness is you, me, everybody.
Intend to choose and nurture mindfulness,
look up from moment to moment, breathe.
Comparison has its place no one can steal,
see it as winds of change.
Enter your God given will moving you forward,
watch it slay negativity.
Mountains stand firm, lessons we will learn.
Ask, and you shall receive. Each 'Y' has answers. Believe.
Keep your eyes on the prize, each rightful project wins the prize.
Enter your muse, your faith, your spirituality.
Satisfaction guaranteed, you're an artist undisguised.
Practice makes progress,
progress sides with perfection.
Rejuvenate, rejuvenate!
stretch before you skate.
Open your ears to silence,
for silence equals music.
Grace of course equals music,
and time is of essence.
Recall that mercy is of music,
such gift we cannot resist.
Ease with projects not to impress,
we do aim to medicate naturally.
See and scoop your rightful portion.
Sure as prelude to Spring, you will win.
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Pseudo Criminal
Spic and span
Washing laundry like dirty guacamole cash
In Miami sand..... buried hidden Latin trash
Hurray for the tango so grand
Pseudo criminals holding poetic book
When everyone knows they are the crooks
The underbelly of wrong upbringings
Margaritas tasting as sour as the opera lady singing
Her pimp smiles with undisguised guile
For after dusk he will do as he must
Pseudo criminals lurking with pseudo lusts
Full of their pseudo charms that are sure to disgust
Criminals and cowards share the same dance
Brave with words and at first danger seeping pants
They have convictions in their crimes
Some have even two
Beware the criminals lurking around you
Brought to you by Sesame Street Poetry
Today’s poem was sponsored by the word “Pseudo” and the number “2”
A certain poet said she was thrilled, sitting down
Viewing world of us, mounting PS's platform
yes, she was ecstatic, maneuvering keys
On borrowed time and gadget, she wouldn't leave
A day of family gathering, she stole moments alone
Twiddled with words that led her on and on
Thoughts and smiles were shared, on sheets of white
I was in awe, poetry soup to her was such delight
Coy lioness with Jamaican warmth in her eyes
Her poems found spot in anthologies, undisguised
I Hope she's cooking up her best, sans stress
She would laced exotic smells to Soup fixings, no less
Poets arrive then disappear; but some we worry about
Some refresh our taste buds; so what do we do when they're out?
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Entry for Tony T. Curtis's, 'Where Do Poets Go' contest