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Hollywood squares, we would stare
at the set, as we do now in varying
shapes and sizes.
Now family appears
in quaint little tablet squares - some
sheltered-quiet, or
eccentric with Eiffel
Tower backdrop,
some ogling the others,
one with a gas mask face finding appall
and humor
during this fathomless race,
slow like a tortoise who can’t mete a hare —
time recklessly drawn out,
the finish line
far out there. What will we find when
civilization restarts?
Will we be wearing rags,
our riches bagged up and sent to thrift?
I stare and inquire of the squares —
will we find our round
faces headed
into outer space
or going nowhere
at a fast pace?
Are we raptured? Are we done?
NO!
the session ended, no goodbyes
too - sudden as a hawk
we will find our hands
back in the land of the living
robotic pace of happenstance
have we lost
a career,
gained weight,
kept up the humor
of the Hollywood Squares?
3/30/2020
It's 4am
I grab a discarded magazine off
the floor to see if I can count forwards
from the release date to see what todays
date might be
maybe I've forgotten something important
like
what hike should I go on to see the
coolest wildflowers
or
maybe I should switch my cloaking
aura on and walk the streets
invisible
I
could
pretend this poem has some merit
tho it hardly matters 75 light years
away
I can feel the anti-gravity pulling
me towards understanding
possibly even being able to walk
no
glide
kind of like a
hover
3 to 5 feet off the ground
with varying speeds
depending on circumstances
01/12/14
Earth was once a ball of molten rock,
which, seen from space, would've glowed orange.
Bombarded by meteors,
its surface was barren and sterile;
until comets endowed it with oceans.
Our planet is a unique globe, with a heart
of liquid iron spinning at its core.
And that spin generates a magnetic field
that blocks the sun's harmful radiation;
promoting life by providing a safe home.
Volcanoes, oceans, and lightning
imbued life with the essential elements needed.
And discharging oxygen as a waste byproduct,
prolific, organic organisms grew and multiplied;
till their incalculable numbers created an atmosphere.
Over eons, some fish evolved into amphibians and reptiles,
which left the oceans to breathe air on land.
And after hundreds of millions of years, mammals appeared:
warm-blooded animals, the ancestors of humans.
When Man viewed Earth from space,
Its beauty evoked visions of paradise!
For Earth glowed like a blue gemstone
laced with white clouds and ribbons of color,
etched upon its surface.
And for the first time, we became Earthlings,
identifying ourselves as such.
Although humans live in varying countries,
with differing cultures;
Earth is home to all.
We are not kept in this world to be test run,
Discarded and thrown away if considered unfit,
We are not experimental beings
kept in a controlled facility,
Taken out of the system due
to inherent unwanted flaws,
We are not puppets pulled by strings,
Dancing and acting to the dictates of their master,
We are not hopeless beings kept in a troubled world,
Though there are so many things beyond our view,
There are so many things kept in the dark,
He has not left us all by ourselves,
He has not made and abandoned us,
Fed up and wearied by our pitfalls,
He walks with us still,
He may not be visibly seen,
Our day to day activities
attest to His preeminence,
He shuffles our day for us if invited,
We retire to bed and switch off,
Helpless and out of control,
We sojourn in an unconceived world,
He calls us back when the time is due,
We don’t know why troubles
are an integral part of human existence,
We accept this with equanimity of mind,
We don’t understand why life is a battlefield,
With varying degrees of intensity,
We hold on believing an end will soon come,
Even though it might seem an endless road,
It's a true saying that
He can't allow on us more than we can bear,
Though we might seem crushed by its weight,
We still see ourselves going through each day,
Living each day as it unwraps itself to us,
We don’t know why some
questions are unanswered,
We don’t know
why some mysteries can’t be unravelled,
We see hope mirrored in His word.
February 25, 2022
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
The vision of colors
Words that intensify with every varying assortment
When it comes to spectacular, it’s the amazement in what is to come, and what was transcribed
Beauty in every letter in what they provide
Suppose with no oppose
Every thought captured at the right moment of the angle
A Poet composes every night within
Sometimes bright stars or nightmare element dialog
Imagine fireworks surrounded by the dazzle Poet with their own writing explosion
Explosion
The mind with on a river in mine capturing all the components of delight
Picture the Poet like a Lighthouse being a guiding light
Expectation beyond
Fireworks after fireworks
Preparation and detail
Poet on sight
Get ready for the writing explosive night
No look up just a hook up
Razzle and Dazzle
A jealous woman am I…a very jealous woman
For you are MY man, my very own possession
Yes, I own you, you are under my lock and key
Don’t you dare look at her, for you belong to ME!
My passion is a gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless
If you dare try to escape, you’ll suffer… I confess
You know I will track you down and then I’ll make you pay
I’ll bring fire to your nights and torture you by day
You are branded with my love, it's plan for all to see
Revenge on thieves will be swift to varying degree
The fire that burns you up when you are in MY bed
Will burn up your heart if you dare love her instead
You’re mine…all mine…mine and ONLY mine
Baby, don’t mess things up, and I will treat you fine
I’ll be your muse, I’ll be your slave, I’ll be your everything
Ask of me your every wish, and I’ll treat you like a king.
A jealous woman am I, a very jealous woman...
If you stay my very own, I’ll make you taste of heaven.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The Universe corrects itself
Each and every time
What seems to get out of hand
To be too much
Extremities
Always reach a breaking point
And what is dark and bleak
Will eventually see the light
Though it comes in varying forms
It will arrive
No matter how far you have gone
No matter how high you have risen
No matter how deep of hole you dug
No matter how bruised you have gotten
The sun will rise
The moon will set
The storm will cease
The fog will lift
To fix what is broken
And reset what is fixed
All the while
The Universe keeps breathing
--
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
Your here to spread the news about the birth
Of our princess.
Her name is Josephine
She was born at eight fifteen
Was nineteen inches long and weighted in at
Six pounds 3 ounces the Queen is fine and the
King is overflowing with happiness.
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
Her eye color is aquamarine.
Later on we will have a gala with full dress.
Her name is Josephine
She was named after the mother of the Queen
For her courageousness
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
We believe she has taken after her great great
Grandmother Irene
Seems she can see tree lights in varying degrees
So she will be able to understand the old ancient
Language which makes her even more priceless.
Her name is Josephine.
The other attribute is she will be a great go
Between
Since she is half human we believe there will be
No limit to her success.
Now go in peace with this news release around
The greens
Telling everyone you meet we have a princess her
Name is Josephine.
My life at stake and I didn’t realize
Where there’s truth there are lies,
That good could come from bad
Sorrow from what makes you glad,
Life sets us in many varying guises
deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes.
Life is one long stretch of compromise
Hard to break free before one’s demise,
Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay
Life and death come and go but one way.
Trapped in time it’s hard to get away
To whom does this come? Lord, I pray
I must get out of here, must sever all ties
change my identity and assume a disguise;
With one heartbeat short, one breath away
The mighty death, Oh, is but held at bay.
Let the top runners run a way ahead of me,
Let them hold their coveted trophies high,
Just to finish, my modest version feels happy;
True beauty this of long-distance running, feel I.
Every runner carries a story with him:
Some have faced a bitter breakup or a lost job,
Some confront middle age and fight low self-esteem,
Weary victims of dull days all, all blending with the mob.
As the heavy kilometers are getting killed,
The old gulf in my confidence begins to yield,
Anxieties and deep hurts get quietly healed
As empty space before the finish line is filled.
My lungs burn with a clean, honest fire--
A welcome distraction from the weight on my chest,
This pain, a fair reward for my old ire,
Sweat washing clean the scars of my quiet conquest.
It all begins with a few tentative steps
Driven by the most benign motives of the crowd,
To make friends with strangers, to earn their claps,
Slowly forming a habit that makes a person proud.
Life is not won by a wooden podium’s call
If only we have the patience to wait,
A long-distance journey awaits us all,
Whether or not a few medals await their fate.
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Reflections | 04.08.2026 | analogy, ambition, competition, goal, prize, race, Quatrain
Note: This piece reflects on competing with the self with an aim to improve rather than winning a medal, taking an illustration of long-distance running. The lines of the quatrain with varying lengths follow a relaxed rhyming rhythm.