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An Unexpected Good Day
The morning sun rose in brilliant array,
Promising the start of an unexpected day.
Birds sang sweetly in the clear blue sky,
A gentle breeze whispered as clouds drifted by.
With joy in heart and a smile on face,
I stepped outside to embrace the day's grace.
A friend appeared, unplanned and true,
Bringing laughter and warmth like the morning dew.
We wandered together through fields of green,
Sharing stories and dreams, feeling serene.
A hidden café with the richest brew,
Served us delights, both old and new.
The hours flew by in merry chase,
Each moment a treasure we wished to embrace.
The sky turned amber as evening drew near,
Yet the spirit of joy remained ever clear.
Stars emerged to light the night,
An unexpected day, a pure delight.
As moonlight danced upon the sea,
I cherished the gift of serendipity.
Under a blanket of twinkling stars,
I knew this day would forever be ours.
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Experiences uncovers blues and rhymes one couldn't find
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
Culture, law, ethics and education; man learns and understand
Defining, refining and reminding they try to do to mankind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Attempt to break traditions,"outside tries", don't be confined
Falling and committing mistakes will not leave anyone behind
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
Reach for something in the distance, consider a wise stand
Drench without inhibitions, "LA VITA E BELLA" bear in mind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Anxieties, fear, poverty and inferiority they can blind
Yet, live! live! embrace whole life! don't ever decline!
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
Remember! NOT everyone can be given a fair second chance
Affectionate at heart and sagacious mind, manage to combine
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
BY:
olive_eloi
2:14 am
03/28/2014
CONTEST: Rhyme Battle: Round 4 Free Poetry Contest Details
SPONSOR: JULI - MICHELLE
6TH PLACE
I often sit and witness the beautiful existence,
sparked by a yellow haze of a dying candle's flame,
my notations dancing leisurely with the seizure of it's shadow on the wall.
I am able to see the sculpted character of each letter, side by side,
easily defined by someone else, but I am also able to see
the imagery in my mind and the meaning only I can interpret myself.
I can feel the tactile property in the velvety smoothness of the paper
as it gently sways and hints at my hand, but I can also feel
the sensitive awareness of my sentiments passionately bestowed it unplanned.
I can smell the wick and the wax as it starts to collapse, but I can taste
the delicate discrimination in my own perception of things called facts.
I have a choice on how I let external circumstances impact how I react.
I am capable of delegating my footfalls, be it one, or twenty
on a path that I will allow no one to detract.
I will devour the mentation of any man or woman that airstreams
an implementation of how I should receive my own existence!
I can and will make a difference!
For strangers and in lives of those who wish to have me in theirs.
All I have to do is start somewhere and the visions, intuitions,
the care from within will come out and flow naturally.
I will not ignore pain, or anger, or sorrow because I don't understand it.
Or, because those around me can't appreciate a proper grieving.
I know that every tomorrow I'll feel it again, in that acknowledgment
consciousness breathes.
MY consciousness tonight lightly blew to life the manifestation
of my creative sense and it took my voiceless words
in synchronous act and produced a wistful song that seduced the silence.
THE PRANKER AND THE PRANKEE
Pranking might be a game to a pranker
But an unpremeditated shocker.
The prank might become costly
Cos when you presumed it'll be funny,
the fun becomes a life breaker.
The prank cost a life in an eye's blinker.
Night falls & the atmosphere turns bleakly.
Accosted a loved one with scary-headed pinky,
the prank victim screams and falls,
and we all see her motion turns to a pause
Clutching her chest & turns away from us.
An ambulance drove us to the clinic of cos,
but the doctor says he couldn't feel her pulse.
The pranker IS TOLD that the prankee
loses her life to shock & to his hanky-panky.
Bro Frank had poured prayers like a tank,
the pale faces of the nurses made hearts sank,
the universe via grace shows mercy
and accept a pranker's clemency;
Suddenly, he sees a life resuscitated,
the poor pranker's pacy heart fluctuated.
But a counter prank shines like gold.
Dumbstrucked by the news he was told,
Prankster couldn't adjust to the news untold.
Wild laugh breaks a joke that's never old.
Reversely, the prank of brother Frank
staged a set-up at night's brink,
marinates his own unpremeditated prank.
The hospitalised prankee rushes out,
feigning pains, laughing while chasing clout.
Oh! Twasn't real, an unplanned set-up,
improvisation that suddenly popped-up.
The pranker is pranked in the web of his prank.
What a scary few hours for Brother Frank.
That's the boomerang of his gimmicky;
The pranker becomes the prankee.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 16th May, 2023.
Ice Cold Water Equals Ultimate Thirst Quencher...
Especially experiencing onset dehydration,
this opinion shared by former consumer,
he quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found
busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an endearment
addressed by the missus
puzzled when her
brassieres went missing
loathe to believe what sounded
like cock and bull story
embarrassed, yet finally
relented into pestiferous
inquisitiveness hen pecking wife,
she stood agape, after I dare bare
unclothed upper torso revealed
floppy, limp biscuit sagging
sorry excuse for bosom
hence necessitating yours truly
to resort as partial crossdresser,
yet never foreseeing
anatomical morphology transforming
(analogous to mushroom popping up
following bucketloads of rain)
thus went cold turkey,
(as attested by this gobbledygook)
to swear off high caloric non nutritious
popular beverages
(generating bajillions dollars),
and additionally
forced non chipper infowar
i.e. internal three ring circuits
uncivil insurrection
(less than seven years ago)
as weeks elapsed months
(this unplanned resolution
dated early two thousand nineteen),
discarded over the shoulder boulder holder
in tandem with exercise
few times per week
plying twenty pound dumbbells
a pronounced reduction
saved me big bucks
undergoing cosmetic surgery!
When we met a chance encounter,
Unplanned fate or destiny?
I thought it was epic, something
Meant to be.
An unexpected good fortune,
How could I dismiss it?
I was swept away,
I hate to admit it.
It took my breath away,
What a surprise.
What I saw, was each
Other in our eyes.
I was struck by the wonder,
This was something real.
Now it's become my,
Achille's heel.
It was so rare and
Deeply intense.
I never thought our love
Would die and ferment.
I marveled at the encounter
And the uniqueness.
You're my poison,
My living weakness.
I knew it would never happen again,
This blessing I stumbled upon.
I never considered our love,
You would pull the plug-on.
I assumed it was the right place,
The right time.
I recognized the merging
Of the two, as sublime.
I remember that spontaneous moment,
When the world stood still.
Now, the after-taste of a
Dead love's bitter pill.
It was an experience beyond
My control.
I loved her with
All my heart and soul.
Turbo1904 ?
I still remember that day,
Now almost four years ago
Christmas morning at 06H30...
My birthday, a day of celebration –
One of joy, just like that with one phone call
Everything changed…
You left me behind,
Tears and disbelief…
Our last conversation, a vivid memory
I remember asking, “Gummie what are you
getting me for my birthday this year”
All you answered were, “it’s a surprise”
I don’t think that is what you had in mind
But it happened, unplanned…
God saw it fit to take you away that day…
It felt like I was dreaming
That I would wake up and you would be in front of me,
That never happened…
Until today, I will never forget the last time I saw you.
That smile without words,
A smile that was also our goodbye.
I never made it to your funeral
But I know every Christmas,
You are there,
still smiling, the difference is
you are no longer in pain…
Name: Wilma Neels
Contest: Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever
Sponsor: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
A family purchased Peter Pan in the bookstore the other day…
and when it was time for them to go
I found myself smiling as I was reminded of a time…not so long ago.
Peter Pan was one of our grandson’s favorite books…
I haven’t thought about it in years…
How it was filled with pirates, adventure…with joy, laughter and tears.
It took place in a far away place…where all adults were banned…
for only children were allowed to live in Neverland.
We read how life is an awfully great adventure…about reaching for the sky.
about never growing up..and about a young boy who could fly.
It’s a story about believing…in what you say and do…
because as Peter said…if you believe hard enough…your wishes will come true.
Because who wants to grow up to find out…
wishing doesn't make every dream come true
there’s wars, cancer, Alzheimer's and ALS…just to name a few.
Family and friends who we’ve lost to them…
Who, even though we hoped that they would stay…
despite our prayers and wishes…they all have passed away.
But the book is a reminder to never stop believing..
in what we say and do
because we never know the moment…when one wish will come true.
Like some of my favorite memories…it’s visit was unplanned
of the days I use to read to my grandson…about the boy from Neverland.
Nature, oh nature, so wondrous and grand,
A tapestry of life, stitched by nature's own hand.
From towering mountains to the depths of the sea,
Nature's beauty and power are clear to see.
The sun rises in a blaze of orange and red,
And sets in a glorious display before bed.
The sky is a canvas of blues, pinks, and golds,
As nature's wonders continue to unfold.
The wind whispers secrets through the trees,
As leaves rustle and dance with the breeze.
Birds chirp and sing in sweet harmony,
Adding their own melody to nature's symphony.
Rivers flow like veins across the land,
A lifeline for all creatures great and small, unplanned.
Forests provide shelter and homes for wildlife,
A true testament to nature's boundless might.
Oh nature, how you inspire and amaze,
A constant source of wonder and praise.
May we cherish and protect your beauty and grace,
For generations to come, in this sacred space.
The road ahead,
opens up before me,
suddenly, wide and wondrous and untraveled;
The trees rise high, stretching, inching higher,
touching the sky and unseen horizon.
It is a blend of indescribable color,
flowing profusely in the path along the way.
The air is thick with the incense of fall,
dry leaves and burning, outdoor fires
hanging in the air.
The scent is of a changing season,
a bow, respect, a genuflection
in awe of God's superior gifts.
The roads less traveled awaits,
setting in place a path,
an unplanned journey to newness.
Breathe in the color hues of reds, oranges, yellows,
brushed and painted lovingly
with all the signs of autumn.
The scent of change,
take the ride
set by the hands of God.