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Think Big, Worry Less
The day hath appeared as all creatures met,
they hath parted themselves by groups of twos,
as they slid, crawled, march, flew without a sweat,
onboard the welcomed vessel of hope cruise.
Arranged by alphabets all unafraid,
like the two ants who hath boarded the ark,
both fully aware but were undismayed,
with namely, Mr. & Mrs. Aardvark.
Nickname is their telltale like their diet,
ants knew the alligators follows them,
thereon, anacondas slide while quiet,
the ark, passengers all tight as a drum.
Yet small, they lift multiple times their weight,
ratios, alphas help, those ants ARE great!
2021 July 30
I waited and I waited just in case she’d been delayed
I stood there feeling foolish, though I acted undismayed
A movie and some popcorn might have won her pretty smile
And I was very keen and so I waited quite a while
Perhaps she didn’t like the fact I had a missing tooth
I’d heard another one would grow and hoped that was the truth
I hoped to tell Jemima of the money that I’d found…
“Hid my tooth under my pillow and it turned into a pound.”
Jemima, as my girlfriend wasn’t stretching much belief
I didn’t have much money, but I had a lot teeth
Losing one seemed scary, but the outcome could be great
Because, you see, the tooth fairy was paying for our date
But then I felt a flutter as Jemima said “Hello.”
She covered up her mouth and said, “There’s something you should know,
I’ve also lost a tooth and now I’m ugly as a witch.”
I said, “And I’m a warlock but, with all these teeth, we’re rich.”
MY BELOVED
Accomplished affirmative aggressive all along ambitious.
Bright brilliant blooming bubbling.
Courageous competent courteous classy
Dedicated devoted dulcet dreamer drinking desires
Elegant efficient enthusiastic.
Frolic fair fairy.
Graceful glamorous generous.
Humble hearty honest.
Intelligent Ingenious Innovative.
Jubilant joyful.
Kind-hearted knowledgeable.
Lovely lively liberal lady.
Majestic mirthful modest.
Nice noble.
Officious optimist, open-minded.
Pleasant pristine persona.
Quiet quaint quirky.
Reckless righteous responsible.
Soft sober simple selfless.
Truthful tactful transparent.
Upbeat undismayed upright.
Valorous vigorous vibrant.
Wisely whimsical witty.
Youthful.
Zealous.
TAURUS
Truthful, Talented, Talkative, Trustworthy, Me in Taurus, always Transparent.
Also, Attractive, Affirmative, Aggressive, Admirable, Ambitious, Aspirant.
Undoubtedly Undaunted, Undismayed, Unprejudiced personality to hold
.
Righteous, Reasonable, Rational, yet Resplendent, Romantic heart to unfold.
Usually Untiring, Unshrinking, Unshaken wherever, whenever to appear.
Sharing same Birthday with Legendary Poet William Shakespeare.
04/01/21
'Bite size poem-No.6' Contest by Line Gauthier.
I plunged beneath, the salt against my face,
The sea received me with a solemn song;
Its silence drew me deeper into place,
And urged me forward, steady, swift, and strong.
Ahead I glimpsed the figures, tried and sure,
Whose arms had cut this path in years before;
Their strokes were patient, purposeful, and pure
I strained to match them, hungering for more.
At first the waters yielded to my hand,
Each wave a gentle stair beneath my breast;
The distance shrank, as though by kind command,
And hope ran with me, tireless, and blessed.
Then sudden winds unchained the quiet deep;
The sky grew dark, the currents turned unkind;
The sea broke over me, and seemed to keep
No memory of the calm it left behind.
I fought for air, but all the world was foam,
The breath was fleeting, nothing firm to hold;
The sea became no pathway, but a tomb,
And whispered of an ending, stern and cold.
But morning cast me battered to a shore,
Where other youth lay resting, weak, yet true;
And joy was mine to find, amidst the roar,
That I was not the only one who flew
Too soon into the waves with trembling breath,
And shared my fate with kindred hearts, not death.
Together then we turned our gaze again,
And dared the deep with bonds the storm had made;
For we had glimpsed, when drowning seemed most plain,
The first light under water, undismayed.
Now side by side we press toward the line,
The horizon steady, opening like a door;
What once we sought alone is now divine,
For we arrive together, evermore.
Said Fred, the resentful Doorman,
(overworked and underpaid)
to Ed, the surly Foreman,
(overrated yet undismayed)
'I'll call you a cab, if you beckon,
you'll want a quick getaway, I reckon,'
and snidely sniggered,
under his breath, 'You're a hack!'
surprising the top nob on the job,
as, Fred had the knack
of insulting, without denigrating,
and yet, debating
whether to hold a grudge,
Ed decided, 'Yes,' but not a big one,
which he couldn't carry, as it wouldn't budge.
And altho', toe to toe,
the two did not see eye to eye,
so, trading barbed epithets
and loud expletives on the fly,
they let go at one another,
I don't know, so don't ask me why.
'Twas slightly scary in terms doctors know
did nurses nimble who would pass this way.
Prickly plied do glories go
so soon alas undismayed.
Long time in fact she thought
jabbed her vaccsees as she fought.
Needling here high 'n low
ends to this virus she so sought.
Come flee false harms some speakers sent
ner fears those thinnius wackovaccs.
Lest all hear harms we will allay
to get her heartfelt heathland back.
'Twas slightly scary in terms doctors know
did nurses nimble who would pass this way.
Prickly plied do glories go
so soon alas undismayed.
Notes: Attribution to Lewis Carroll for his classics
in onomatopoeia, portmanteau, nonsense rhyme
devices - Jabberwocky, The Hunting of the Snark
When you steal, it’s more than an object you take—
You sever a thread in the soul you forsake.
That bracelet? A gift from a mother now gone.
That wallet? A dream that someone leaned on.
Behind every item lies a story untold,
A piece of a life that was cherished and bold.
To you it’s just something—cheap, small, or fast,
But to them it’s a moment that never comes back.
You may not hear the silent cry,
Or see the look in their searching eye.
But a wound is made, silent and wide,
And something pure begins to die inside.
In taking what’s not yours to claim,
You tarnish your truth, you darken your name.
A flame within flickers low and cold,
And down a darker path, you’re pulled.
Yet there’s a choice before that fall—
To rise, to grow, to heed the call.
Learn the worth of honest trade,
And let your light shine undismayed.
Respect what’s theirs, find your own way.
Stealing may take, but it won’t ever pay.
I scale the jagged crags on wings of whispered verse,
and strew my path with beauties freshly born.
Unhindered I invade the marble palaces,
armed with weapons forged within this mortal frame.
I draw the gleaming sword from its ancient sheath,
and pierce the tyrant’s heart with keenest blade;
I sever every cable of his fragile throne,
and watch his trembling empire fade to shade.
Like eagles I ascend on currents of pure thought,
where coruscating gleams of insight dance and play.
I drink the silent music of the waking world,
and roam through fierce, uncharted shades in search of hidden jewels.
Though pulses quicken with the chill of fear or doom,
I stand caparisoned in courage, undismayed.
I see vast legions trapped within their frantic race,
blind to the filth that stains their fleeting days.
Oh, that they might awaken while the ink still flows
how brief the hour, how vague these shadowed moments!
Yet poetry, in her quiet majesty,
captures but a chosen few, and lets the rest drift on.
Written: August 19, 2023
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In the world where shadows dwell,
A tale of woe I shall now tell
Of hearts that wept both night and day,
As hope seemed distant, fading away.
Tears would flow, as rivers, they'd cascade,
Yet, still, they wiped them away, undismayed.
With shields and spears, they stood so strong.
Wills are unwavering, and spirits throng.
In the realm where shadows dwell,
A battle raged—a war from hell.
Vain were the efforts to quiet its wrath.
As darkness consumed the righteous path.
But amidst the chaos, a glimmer of light
An angel sings, soaring in flight.
Her voice was as the wind, so gentle and pure.
Brought solace to hearts, making them endure.
Her song, a balm for the weary soul,
A sparkle of hope in a world of coal
She sang of fields of mown hay,
Of summers past and brighter days.
And as her voice echoed through the night,
The devil cursed, his rage taking flight.
He knew the power of her song.
Could undo his evil and expose his wrong.
But the angel sang on, undeterred.
Her melody is a weapon; her words are a sword.
She sang of love and of mercy and grace.
Of pity for the poor, the lost, and the misplaced.
The heavens frowned upon the devil's plight,
His feeble fright was no match for their might.
They sent a dreadful storm to quell his rage.
To silence his curses, his fury to a cage.
But still, the angel sang with all her might.
A beauteous sight, a celestial light
Her voice pierced through the thunder roar.
As she sang of forgiveness and galore.
The devil trembled; his power diminished.
For the angel's song, his darkness couldn't replenish.
And in the midst of the battle fray,
The angel's song brought a raw day.