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Allow my pen to expose mind’s folly
in the meantime, silly poetically
as I narrate of fictitious Xilly
whose pastime is cheering hilariously
while pondering meditatively
on natural phenomenon deeply
striving to explain them celestially
respecting facts scientifically
defying not Scriptures she trusts dearly
by her perspective, expressed wholesomely.
She claims that angels play bowling gaily
when thunders burst, roaring boisterously…
Oh, for lightnings that blaze tremendously
saints are having pictorial candidly…
See the sky as spacious canvas clearly
spirits present their sketches abstractly…
As rainbows reappear radiantly
color wheel spells R O Y G B I V completely…
Amidst rains that are falling ceaselessly
heaven’s gardens are watered lavishly…
On meteor showers beheld wondrously
cherub and seraph broke stars playfully…
Fret not for eclipse momentarily
since moon and sun meet on-line actually…
Now, check this info she’s shared currently
dealing with climate change accordingly…
Volcanoes do erupt frantically
spewing sulfuric ash obnoxiously…
Such awful smell comes from farts in hell’s belly
thus, masks and face shields must be worn daily…
Xilly’s news is trending contagiously
though fake, its humour ripples truthfully.
*Proverbs 15:21 Folly is joy to him that is destitute of wisdom: but a man of understanding walketh uprightly.
September 25, 2021
10th place, "Fart-tastic" Silly Poem Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 9/27/2021.
It's day seven hundred and......... well forgive my demented memory, at least you get the idea
Dreams crave to once more take hold of this insomnia
Its nothing less of a miracle that i still breath the aroma of oxygen from the earthly - Musty smells
I am one with blind salamanders, dining and making a home where this restless body dwells
The sheer darkness herein, covered in three nights, offers more comfort than the light above
The Crickets, harmonizing with unfamiliar territorial warning predator sounds, a sweet melody i have come to love
The chaos continues to unfold
A manifestation of the ripen warnings and prophesies foretold
Deafening high-pitched Whizzing sounds consume the airwaves
Clanks and clunks, beeps and bleeps in search of slaves
Divergent's, defying the mechanical gospel of automation
Believers of the old ways, banking on the principles of rawness and authentication
With me are the last scrolls, penned with blood of liberation
Humanly scripted and crafted with hope of restoration
Weapons in the hands of the loyal Knights fighting the annihilation, of golden knowledge scribbled in stone and passed from generation to generation
Behold the fountain of authentic and unfiltered knowledge, breathing life in the mist of death and endless fighting
A beacon of triumph and creativity on the horizon, a selfless gift shared wholesomely, from his writing.
I did not want to build as I thought, honestly,
The relationship between us will sure to break;
My brother and I stood, hand in hand, constantly,
With prayer for each other each day we did wake...!
Nuisances, yet, like menaces in Egypt, increased,
His sheep and goats and hen and cocks filled my rooms clean;
My gardens got filled with his beasts wholesomely greased,
I couldn't bear to breathe, though his garden is green...!
Enough is enough, I said, I built it, lo, hence,
To see him, yet, I had to look over my wall;
I could have, lo, solved the matter with a fence,
Why did I build a wall? Did I give a peace call...?
Shall I break this wall brother? I humbly asked him,
Make a gate, for now, he said, joy in heart, fill-brim...!!!
Of Life Unknown
Those nights simply vanishes along
A memory of her only remains now in dreams
In exchange, is of lonesomeness whence love begone
Alike some thoughts, taking upon stolen wings
Somehow time amazes me much still
Little by little, I’ve forgotten how to love her
Time, probably being the best medicine to heal
Else some passion isn’t that of comfort so dear
I needed some form of isolation I lack
As I remember those words which had drawn me some while ago
Pondering once again, was he a demon himself I’ve met?
Am I forsaken even by him, or must I await yet another morrow?
A shimmer to every passing hour remains
Awaiting in silence, yearning for company like never before
Yet, time is withering away like it never became
Beyond eternal realm, are you not to appear once more?
With the whelming silence echoing the night
Of shadows gracing the walls, seemingly much livelier than I
A moment to be, a moment enchanted of unearthly delights
I suddenly felt unnaturally calm, almost certain I could fly
“Am one not to know, of my presence you solemnly seek
Is not summon upon a wish, in turn, I am only to response if
tranquility will permit
Perhaps this engiven enlightenment might aid you to further understand
Where spirits travel lone, better wizen is simply through timeless when
I sense one’s awakening emotions of anguish withheld
Be in acceptance to embrace for one’s thought to be read well
Welcome that of which need not guidance to be heard
Surrender oneself wholesomely and answers will unveil through
unspoken words
The snatcher of a growing childhood
converting adolescent innocence to adult desperation
now wears trending covering of power and glamour
with mind blowing colours fading away from one wash
coming from a shredded past is this trapped thunder
having an attitude felt in different temperatures
and character molded by a thousand question marks.
An uncle by blood, a friend at heart
a heart which announces all kinds of delicious meals
but serves in actuality spicy foamy vomit
shows qualities seemingly classmates to humanity
but are wholesomely baptized in the dead sea
the chilling atmosphere is no camouflage for this freezing fire
bathed in his urine, yet now declared clean.
Time has grown beards and once again, their eyes meet
she's expected to kick the whistle for his fame to linger
his shadows, too weighty for this new image he carries
smiles manifesting with a lazy energy
knocking the head of every feminine soul
his moving up has considered these stains beautiful
with his sleeping crimes far from societal righteousness
whoever he has beaten, should be a celibate prostitute
and kick the whistle, never letting it reach the lips.
His sunflower is blue and honey, bitter
letting the world know this, translates to singing hymns to the dead
she stands her ground to open his history's black chamber
he's the criminal but the public stands as her poisonous jury
she chews this bone with rubber teeth but never stops
the truth unveils but to noisy ears
to let all know he's an adult born of a child.
He's tenacious but not on a jean underwear
one more little voice adds to force out a moving plant
the anthill is broken as they come out of all holes
one time preys now unforgiving predators
to show a personality as real as a neckless head
resting on boneless shoulders
the whistle has been blown rather than kicked
as justice and fairness become first cousins to life.
Pain that pains the pain that pains
Hate that conceives the hate, that we hate
Loneliness that engulfs the already lonely loneliness
Regrets upon regrets, regretting that we regret
Could be the Price we pay …
For playing the humble games of Kings and Queens, while denouncing our traits from the street
For wearing shinning armour electroplated in silver and gold, until rust reveals our true elements
For playing Romeo and Juliet, but not willing take the concoction of compromise
For playing "Brother and Sister" tags, yet the mind caresses the thoughts of making brothers and sisters
For denying the tongue the taste of words weaved in
and lurking through the cracks of our Wailing hearts
Could be the price we pay … .
For forcing a donkey to the river, and expect it to jump through the hoops of our fantasised fantasies.
For the care we give wholesomely till it sours into an obsession, something that scares them away
For banking our feelings In a vault fixed for the future, while we expect them to notice of our undying love
Could be the price we pay …
For being forthcoming and submissive, a sign of a free lamb meant for the altar
For being too trusting with our Secrets and Pixel's of our natural melanin, till it becomes food for the public eye
Maybe, could be the price we pay
For being humans.
Astronomical starlit night
Beaming , sparkling much delight
Candescent sunlight brightly shining
Divinity, a cloud with silver lining
Essence of respect for creation we must demand
Forever peace we must take a stand
Graciously accept God is the source
Heartfelt zest within life force
Inspiration lead with much flair
Joyously exhibit to others how much we care
Knowing that life is eternal
Love for self it is internal
Manifest all that truth delivers
Notably for all we are caregivers
Outwardly we all must shine
Protect all that remains divine
Quality of life is what we speak
Restitution of souls for all we seek
Salvaging Mother Earth a dream
Testimony of God's universal scheme
Utopia a figment of emotion?
Verify divine devotion
Wholesomely we share what thrills
Xenophobia our hearts it chills
Youngsters we pray will accept old wisdom
Zappiness within God's kingdom
You have heard love stories, but many were truthfully nightmares or folk lore.
He wore himself exceedingly well, I looked up at him nice and slow.
Pureness and goodness oozed out of him – honesty and love, which shook me to my core.
His hazel eyes and long dark eyelashes knew how to say hello.
His guiding hand and open heart whisked me to a never before known shore.
His goodness leapt from the depth of his soul, sweet, pure goodness -not any way a show.
No one loved another this hard, no matter how many love stories happened before.
He was by far the kindest man I would ever meet, I instantly did know.
There was nothing unseemly about him, he was my lovely forevermore.
I was ready to say take me now, for I was indeed ripe and ready to go.
His attention, and vibrations shook me wholesomely to my inner core.
In his presence I had turned into an angel, a woman with a sparkling glow.
That was almost fifty years ago, and I could have never asked for more.
Keep looking for your forever one, it will mean more than you could ever know.
Pieces of this were written: July 2018
Edited for this Contest 12-02-2018
Contest: Color of My Heart
Sponsor: John Hamilton