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Judging poetry contests is as easy as comparing a hog to a car
Or a tub of lard to a gasoline engine and a movie star
Trying to be objective is not in the equation at all
comparing unlike things to each other is a likely fall
some are witty, others do not follow a single contest rule
I laugh at some, others are so well written they make me drool
Rght away I sort them into piles of two – one good, one not so much.
Cannot divulge my secret, but it would infuriate my Aunt Dutch
She likes everything to fit into a tidy little clean box up high
Judging poems against each other makes me roll an eye
How do you say this one is good, and that one is not
When none share a purpose, is that all you’ve got?
I used to moan and wail and torment myself with the result.
Now when I second guess my finalists, I yell “Halt!”
Just put the top three in a shake up order and try again.
The gold always rises to the top no matter what shape I’m in.
Bluebells carpeting a shaded wood.
Reading a well written book.
A live band playing all their hits.
all bring joy, The real McCoy.
Holidays in far off lands.
Making party plans .
Meeting up with the one you love.
These all bring joy, The real McCoy
A babe in arms.
A puppy dog.
A kitten with a ball of string.
Simple joys, The real McCoy
A winning bet.
A nice pay rise.
A lottery winning line.
Its all true joy, The real McCoy
No more wars.
Or politics.
Just living life for life's sake
This is joy, The real McCoy
This world is full war and strife
Ignore it live your life
Let others stress and scream and shout
I'm just going to enjoy this life
Signed Mr R McCoy ***
This sticks to my core, hitting all the good parts in me linking my soul with yours for eternity
This core never moves from its theme with an unpredictable character of drama and edge like fresh flowers
This is neither drama nor romance but a talent quite weak to extricate of my innocence, giving me both suspense and an element of surprise
In the center of our universe we dived in wholeheartedly deepening our touches equalizing infinity and love for death can never divide us nor rob us of moments
This is a love story not focused yet well written as a lit fire igniting flames in places of a lifetime
This is eyes gazing into passion. A world colliding going out of the way to please the gods before we
This world is no closed chapters of hurt, laughter and pain but a place where compromise stand hand in hand with patience
Poet
Masego Nkuna
P-oems that have a message or say something bright.
O- r one that is well written and leaves you feeling light.
E- xpresses feelings deep inside and gives one pause and thought.
M- aking an important point or a dream we've sought.
O- r mayhap just to bring a smile to another's face.
F- or poetry is read for fun and to add to life some grace.
T- rying to find fault with friends only breeds contention.
H- elping, healing, having fun is the sites intention.
E- leminate the negative, accentuate the positive.
D- o things that make you happy.
A- ccept the differences in others.
Y- our talent is wasted on negativity.
Now in the shadows a figure hides
Unmerciful rain collapses on my rooftops
The mind struggles to recollect lost senses
You take me on a victorious voyage to the Island of Paradise
Riding the waves of my intuition, I call for it
“Bring us the light at the end of the tunnel,”
I holler in the shade with Niagara Falls of hope
I hear you call to me gently in the dead of night
Why hide in the dust in the shame of frivolous defeat?
We graze in fields of forever gracious flowers as we lock hands
Don’t you worry—my patience is instilled in the dark
You elevate me higher than the clouds drifting wistfully
I trace your outline as my eyes acquaint with mystery
We have a slippery escape—a ride on a dolphin’s back
Staring…filled by the watery cadence
We sing merrily as we approach the trail of vitality
Trampled that you cannot accept my trust
The waves of the ocean bubbles us up with rare grace
I trace a detailed picture of you in the air
We ran faster than the breeze, rapidly brewing
I sketch in your panic eyes, furrowed gaze—and sigh
Give us words of wisdom to uplift our troubled souls
Not a cringe of movement, yet still I wait to create
We have to leap into the ring of fire—but how?
Imagination brought us together—now shadow, come out!
Let us be brave like the lion in the prairie…send us strength
Collaboration by my sister, Laura Breidenthal and David W. Breidenthal
*Laura: note: We wrote line after line without seeing the others' lines, and it actually came out quite nicely I think. : ) *
*David: It came out awesomely!!! Thanks for a well-written write with you, Laura!! xD *
April 28, 2014
Baptized April 26,1564
Deceased April 23,1616
In Stratford-upon-Avon,
Warwickshire, England.
At only 52 years of age!
Plays and poems for all
ages.
Sonnets of great beauty.
Plays,unafraid to ask the
deepest questions of life.
Today, sold down the river
for Japanese poetry?
~~~~
I forgot to honor him this month.
I loved his ability to be fearless.
Now? We are no longer fearless in our poetry.
We sell out to the lowest common denominator.
We are jokesters Maximus. We pen with fear.
Oh, Lord, that we might tell the truth?
We romp as seven year olds thinking life is about
flowers and imagery?
We sell out our integrity here to be popular.
But we refuse to pen about this time or politics.
((Unless to attack our leaders.))
We can't quill in iambic pentameter.In that form
any poet will find true beauty.
Words on paper are not poetry to me. In that case
a shopping list is poetry?
I do not for a second,fool myself that my poetry is
the well-written poetry I aspire to. Save it? Why?
I know it is not up to par. I am but a child at this.
Hardly, near the brilliance of Shakespeare.
You may or may not favor the Bard. I suggest you
compare any poem you wrote to his.
One liners are one liners, Not poetry to me
Anyway, I got to be in his play, Julius Caesar.
I cry when I see Romeo and Juliet, each time!
Happy Birthday!
Thank you for the artistry you gave us. And the
strength to question, the meaning of life and love,
without fear from our peers!
Panagiota Romios
4/30/2021
~ 4~
She laughs, smile and carry herself boldly
She is shambles, shame even though she is hollow and like sorrow what she learnt was to mask
She masked uncertainty till she made peace
She masked sadness till she became fine
She learnt how to keep a straight face while she was filled with tears from her heart
She laughs, smile and carry herself boldly
She is tears even though she forgets how to cry and most of the time she wants to die
She is the skinny part of perfection and mirrors lies to try make herself worth it
She goes to bed empty and wakes up with scars not showing her slices of skin
She laughs, smile and carry herself boldly
She plays parts so well making everyone think she is strong even though she is wrong
She wears herself masks from the pains of her past and smile like a well written story
Poet
Masego Nkuna
I write because I love it,
Creating words upon the page
Thoughts arise unexpected
Upon my mind’s stage.
Linguistic gymnastics confuse me
I have no understanding at all
When poems or prose is confusing
I wont bother then to recall.
Some writers set high expectations
And set down very strict rules.
With the P.C. person for authors
Ensuring you use the right tools.
Scrutinizing words of the meter
Making sure of the syllable count.
Rhymes must be true, and not near ones
If not, you are disqualified – out!
When readers engage with the writer
Their attention is captured by words
Imagined or real does not matter
If the interest to read has occurred.
I cannot be false or pretentious
To impress for the sake of reviews
If my words were hollow and thoughtless
I would feel disloyal to my muse.
I admire writers with prowess
Who can move my emotional state
With well-written stories or poems
From thought worthy lines they create.
We all have particular skillsets
Many writers prefer a free style.
While other use meter and rhyming
Does not matter - if good they’ll beguile.
So, before you criticise others
Please look at your own imperfections.
Take a breath, consider the authors
Who all write by their own intellections.
Revealing creative scholarly zeal
surely devoid of grammatical flaws
well-written; thus, granted excellence-seal…
I’m the muse critiqued by your teacher-laws.
Form-compliance, syllable count??? alright
perfect lay-out presentation --- no doubt
marked by unique taste of stylish insight…
I’m the piece in your perimeter’s route.
Exposing heart’s angst, guilt, gloom, faith and bliss
midst peace, love, joy, hope via God's truth-glow
my theme bursts vividly no one can miss…
I’m the poem along your requirements’ flow.
I’m my dear poet’s masterpiece, indeed best
Judge not* my worth, blinded by bias-pest.
*John 7:24 Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.
May 11, 2021
7th place, "JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE" Sonnet Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by John lawless; judged on 5/29/2021.
1st place, "ALL YOURS (May 29)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/30/2021.
My heart longs for dialogue
I don’t know the answer to my question for love is involved
Dear sweetheart let me engage you in love for ours is the way we desire
Your body feels my warmth of heart as they edge you closer to me
My dear purity this distance of heart makes me feel lonely
Yet we have a path of love between us
I should be weeping for love gone sour
But the real value to my sadness is your denial of my presence in your life
The journey is tough ahead
However the love I got for you is well written in a heart of fresh
I want to see you happy and to enjoy my own happiness
Yes I will never deny the sexual service we have shared and maybe partake again in the act
But it’s your wield sense of guilt towards me that makes me wonder
What did you feel for me for our hearts were well united
Today I will be lonely but tomorrow is in God’s hand
Today I will beg you but one day you will remember me
On that day you will long for my arms to engulf you but I will be gone from your life
You will now comfort yourself with your boyfriend
But your heart desire is burning for my touch
You will deny this
But I will not bend a straight lead anymore
You know my value in your life
Yet you don’t engage me as I do deserve
My heart is bleeding for you so is yours as well
I will comfort myself in your presence and pray you remain happy with your boyfriend
I can’t deny his existence but neither can I deny your presence
One day is all I pray for
When you will miss my text or my message
A day when you will miss my lips touching yours
But it will be too late
But you will not embrace me in your arms for your coldness made me walk away
Finally may God bless you abundantly for your love to me is God sent
I will put a full stop here but remember
I will always treasure you always
#made from Africa
#chuimunga the poet
2nd April 2021