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January 17th, 2020, a moost memorable outing at Collegeville Diner
A hardy acknowledgement yessiree
to the blessed sister Amelie worthy
of such beloved, devoted,
feted husband Rich truly
bestowed predicated upon
random chain of events
i.e., accidental, biological,
and genealogical happenstance prithee
applauding, apprising, and appraising key
kith and kin flavoring, enlightening,
and charming every
life ye and said spouse...
chance circumstance doth avail
your lucky charms to recipients receive detail
impossible mission to annotate here,
nonetheless with gusto courtesy
gratitude yours truly does exhale
regarding unconditional loving
creatures great and small
unbridled zeal without fail
truevalue analogous, yet exceeding
fine spun gold woolworth paltry holy grail,
nor can infinite wordsworth express hale
low, and brotherly love,
(equals at the least $20.00)
an introspective male
i.e. me, whose recent keen awareness
of vital specialness doth prevail
when a little boy quivering
scared as baby quail
his older sister genuinely
ranked high on importance scale
emotionally caring despite many travail
experienced by prodigal son
of Boyce and Harriet,
who frequently if not always did veil
steaming, roiling, quaking...
blubbering like a whale
Ahab oft times admit floundering chick
hen daring to venture metaphorical
unfamiliar muddy waters
unlike legendary Moby Dick
thrashing restless legs vainly kick
starting how to live think
lost at figurative sea
with nary an iota
abandoning ship lick
kitty split never trying
to overcome self doubt
when chased, teased and easily
trounced by bullies quick
as greased lightning
to cower on all fours
calling out for Ranger Rick
(or other unsung hero),
whose highlighted schtick
nowhere in sight, thus I got treated
analogous as some cheap trick
praying for salvation,
ye thence fended off beastie boys
(poetic liberty I take)
as veritable hooligans
threatened with wick
cud lee to thrash hide of
Matthew Scott imposing arbitrary
eminent domain despite
supposedly safe sanctified bailiwick.
Night fugue, sheer rocking chair predilection,
serenity, discreet subtle benign backdrop,
stillness, after hour spotless moonlit blush,
pearlescent pin drop that mute ear prick,
black ink curtain’s gaunt phantom cordon,
for dream world bereft of burden or angst,
squeaking window, drawn blinds, mild whisper,
sigh in satin pillow, taut relief, lax swoon,
tangible silent wall on shrunken quietude,
I saunter, loose limb aplomb, without fear,
heart of nocturne, poised placid stark lull,
mystic star nebula to cocoon my vital spark,
auric ally with nagging tension purged,
perception from an idyllic hushed zone,
sublime susurrus, slackens earthly cross,
melding with charcoal tarp that sonic,
buffer to a water weave acoustic,
that might instill nirvana bound bliss,
ghostly figure wink under amber lamp post,
quite symbolic of an unplumbed ataraxia,
that so rife numinous emergent dawn,
butterfly and bee mimic I am as migrant,
one sentient being who must flit between,
dual sedative soothing poles apart,
gamut where dew beadlet on mint stem,
has a mellowing sway on rapid pulse,
soft orange, pink, lilac, whose balmy palette,
a scenic cleanser to the stricken taxed visual,
meek babble from sunrise rill at faint pitch,
bird chirp in grass cup has this fragile ring amidst,
the tranquil cockcrow of my daisy chain spirit
In the Somme there was ever only one,
After we walked slowly in vain solidarity,
So to engage with the enemy in a song,
‘Cos for us they had a shocking enmity,
From that point on there was just one,
For we each had to act in determination,
As if we were each the only one’s able,
To defeat the advancing German nation.
I mean, we all knew we were alongside,
Others, our brothers who could fully kill,
But our initial mistake of missing the tide,
When we did not obliterate that Nazi will.
Set us back so much that we did bend,
Endangered the war’s course hopeful,
Put at stake the lives of every one friend,
To rid every fighter of a pride boastful.
The Nazi’s were still ready to eradicate,
Our muscles, minds and hearts of stealth,
No matter how many guns did articulate,
Their noxious spirit and bloody mind health.
But we carved out our presence and right,
Lit our light there in the Somme’s trenches,
When we blew out each Nazi in our fight,
For freedom and life in the Western reaches.
It was each one soldier who won there,
In the Somme, so vital for the direction,
Of that Great War, when all who did care,
Were on the edge for democratisation.
FROM INDOLENCE TO ACTION
Dear ! Me turning deaf dizzy.
Drowning deep being drowsy.
Do you address me crazy ?
Please boost me to be busy.
Dear ! Hold my crystal goblet
showing your sparkling bracelet.
Step tip toe tinkling anklet.
I think that is my outlet.
Dense dormant desires of mine.
Poor Passion, tingling on wine.
Ardent ardour ! Pure, divine.
Romantic aroma entwined .
Neither fussy fanaticism
Nor mystic mesmerism
Need delighted dynamism.
Vital action: Optimism.
Wish to release indolence.
No wobbling to break fake fence.
To feel frolic, never tensed .
We are lovers in true sense.
11\11\22
Just Before Release
Contest by Unseeking Seeker.
One's life can be so full
with various kinds of extreme
makes one so lopped sided
not seeking as one does seem
When you want to hold yourself
in a state of extreme fallenness
going from one end of spectrum
to the other fulfilling your barrenness
Such an up and down life cycle
removes any balance you may attain
by pushing your mind about to burst
makes one think you could be insane
This shows the importance to find balance
proving that maturity is your key
to be living holding all things equal
so your eyes can ever so plainly see
Once you've found key to balance
so important you hold this vital thing
life with balance so satisfying
this gift a present to many may bring
In the midst of solitude…
I’m upheld to learn from God Who teaches the best lesson:
Such is to love Him above all – in and out of season
To esteem Him with pure heart’s reason
Seeking His grace to transform me to be a better person.
While gripped with solitude-dread…
I’m led to understand that to fear the Lord is indeed vital
Since doing so for wisdom-gaining is fundamental
To keep me from sin that’s perilous and fatal
Bringing me His blessings in their grand total.
Though solitude-stricken…
I’m enabled to trust God’s Word which I must cherish
As my faith stands against trends that easily perish
Upheld by His truth mere opinions can’t tarnish
In His confidence He does readily furnish.
In vanquishing solitude-despair…
I’m pulled to flee from worldly influences’ destruction
Overcoming pride, flesh and vanity’s temptation
As I walk through the Spirit’s confirmation
While in His fellowship I bring to Him my petition.
To combat solitude-gloom…
I’m engaged to abide* in Christ since He's the best Driver
For that’s the best choice I have as His love-receiver
I’ll abide in Him, by His mercy, quitting never
Blooming where He has planted me to be a help-giver.
*John 15:4 Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.
May 2, 2018
1st place, "ALL YOURS (May 3)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/3/2021.
With every breath we take
It is the world that breathes
It the world that lives
And when we die what grieves
We are its vital organ
Its senses that proclaim self
Our laughter, our tears, our joy
Individual aspects of nonself
The beauty of a sunset
The wind blowing through trees
It is we who perceive
And through us the world sees-
Touches, taste, smells, and feels
Our dreams are the worlds dreams
All our hopes and our fears
The rushing brooks and streams
The sun rise ‘bove the mount
Surmounting all our doubt
The moon thro’ glooming night
midst the silence, a shout!
We need but feel a part
Of all that which we share
From the stars that clothe us
To every breath of fresh air
Yet upon another reflexive routine dash
skipping to Waterloo, I got emboldened
with idea praising basic vital functions
aware requisite elimination of liquid
and/or solid waste any obstruction
disallowing body to expel toxins would
prove fatal, thus gratitude toward
regular unpicturized, unhindered, and
unaided intervening measures undertaken
to experience thee nonpareil pleasures
actuated without purgative, yet should
instance arise finding impossibility
to exercise sphincter muscle
(constipation worse fate than
perdition) alleviating solid state brick
like blockage spasm inducing agony
within me bum, yours truly racks impound
did severely inconvenienced physical
self accessing natural remedy to soften
stool temporarily incapacitating peaceful
ease zee ex-lax feeling accompanying
experience that approximates how pregnant
mother inundated with contractions ready to
give birth, whereat merciful joyous crying
emanates courtesy this humble human, no
matter he never tested his steely ironic
mettle say completing wilderness survival
course, but rarely speculates such grueling
boot camp self inflicted challenges
pale in comparison to loosing bowel
movement big enough to sink battleship, and
mighty exertion finally dumps payload,
the toilet bowl hastens meteorologists to
issue tsunami warnings insync with "Damn
the torpedo" this ole windbag blasted clear
across contiguous United States, where
whizzing, sounding, jet setting like
speeding bullet (self Mach re:) puzzled
onlookers mistake me for some foreign entity
lost in space analogous to detect a stylish alien
(pants bunched around ankles - most definitely
tell tale clue, asper rating him hip hopping
longfellow), yea undoubtedly a messenger
from outer limits of twilight zone sent to...
wait...his trumpeting tush gaseous, an utter
farts feigning "FAKE" comet tee.
I scan the horizon as I trounce the arid desert.
Brill trees and a trickling burn shape my stream.
To me, it's as if I'm showing God's entail I querist.
As away as I am aware, it is a magnificent dream.
Perhaps, Lord, late openings are to be unlock.
As well, I will fulfill all your vows around time.
The clay under my feet is starting to awake.
It's all aside You that you've grown grass sublime.
As I stray calmly amid the skylights.
I'll induce firm my deft hand grips Yours tightly.
My faith in You is vital, and I wish to highlights.
And long for the holy avowal of Your majesty.
I owe You, God, your unfathomable grace.
Much obliged for plunging me in your rife.
I may never be skilled to repay Your fairness.
But I'll behold to You till the ending of my life.
As I range You, God, with love, you bestow.
It has given me loftier reliance and ability.
My solitude and aridity will soon vary low.
And the lands and people's illness severity.
I beg You, Heavenly God, to relieve the way.
To strengthen the modest jewels of my soul
Much obliged, Lord, for setting my break day.
A blighted block of my moral being goal.
1ST PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 24, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
The Journey from Crimson
Orange chakra on stage two of the journey perennial sacrum’s waves getting longer
a sensual colour accomplished spraying moistening waters tides and you
the rider surfing growth in lengthening wave swell searching for meaning
riddles comprised enter-prized rising let flow webbed intermingled for
pleasure desire escape from orange agentic mushroom fields of human depravation
longing in what is here for now yet to arrive amber whiling push-pull of senses
Tangerine like Kama Sutra’s challenge in naked nocturnal novel nirvana mirrored
layers of sensual vital living skins the secretions the challenge breathlessness
ascending from carnelian climax from joyful attained building blocks on the path and
unfaltering voyage to peace condensing violence to kindness
27th `July 2016