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To the tatterdemalions of the mind
Contradictions cannot be combined
How does one account for abstract entities
When a worldview is based in only what it sees?
Between fallacies and faith the debate unfurls
Atheists and Christians see each other as churls
Questions of mind or of matter and motion
Generalizations swim in a transcendental ocean
Redefining claims accusations arise
But spiritual growth is not veiled in disguise
Stages and standards Jesus said of fruit and tree
Critique falls short where reason should be
Tu Quo Que and ad hominem fallacies wined and dined
The atheist worldview can’t account for the truth we find
Agnostics linger on the threshold of knowing
Come on in atheists to the river that’s flowing
Yet in the end faith stands in both camps
A humorous note for philosophical tramps
For abstraction both sides do lay claims
Rise up to God standards or go down in flames
*Image of Tree, Sunrise, Birds, Mountain by Pixabay.
'Twas Joy Quite Speakable
Beneath the springtime colors,
of azures sky light blue
Are chartreuse plumpish grapes that seem,
to dangle vines so true,
Nearby there lies a babbling brook,
that took our breath away,
Along its length hugging its sides,
were violets on display,
Behind them stood gold daffodils,
magnificence had sprung,
'Twas more than just bright color full,
'tis birds whose tweets had sung,
Now, this sensation we all shared,
brung utter sheer delight,
With smiling faces, laughter too,
a wondrous blessed sight,
On bikes, we rode top country roads,
those feelings stayed with us,
We heard a tune and whistled soon,
thereafter sang its chorus,
Sidewalk cafe we wined and dined,
its cuisine was genuine,
Our waiters tipped us with a song,
and we all had tipped in-kind,
We rode around a quaint old town,
the late noon sun sublime,
then realized the dimming skies,
the telltale signs of time,
We went right off back to the loft,
within the city's square,
hugging each other and then one another,
separately as a pair,
A night of rest we woke refreshed,
and had a lite breakfast,
Our bags were packed, friends back to back,
as we hugged until the last,
I sensed the app, that speakable capped,
and the fullness of heaven's glory,
that all we're feeling, the sense of reeling,
'twas joy in the heart of our story!
"Joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart to stay!"
2022 February 01
*1st Place*
Joy, Hope and kindness
~~Angela Tune: Judged 2022 February 20
In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, hussily strewn,
as oil painting life,
exactly whispers secrets of easy night,
spreading open dews, slappy cold earthy maw,
bubbling crude, trefoil in the raw.
Clovers of hope in emer_hold,
holding dreams in a tender fold, unspoiled cocoon.
Starlust, fermented, hits the floor,
ambrosia meets eco-saloon.
Wetted sheen of eye- in life’s fleeting dye,
chasteful chase meadow chased down
with purples and rye.
Crystal lover, in your gaze so clear, mirrored,
reflections of truth that draws us nearer,
to nigh, vulnerability, fragile as glass,
yet fierce with grace, graceful as undeniability.
Alas, lass
A chrysalis, evolution, symbol of luck, thine nature’s art, chosen- art thou set, app art plucked.
A gentle reminder, four leaf lover
touches over
the heart, of matters,
and in the shards of broken algor,
Maddest Hatter,
Petrichaste portis trigger.
Guarded by the fae, a watchful eye,
protection beneath the open marillion sky.
Yet within the crystal’s shimmering gleam de opulence, wined, dined.
Here lies a yearning to dream, to believe,
to redeem our vigil-stance tangled de vine.
So hold your trefoil, your crystal’s stencils and spoils, pixels, spaded in bubbling soil, toil and trouble.
In a world that’s often fast and low,
bones to be measured,
tones, symbols, thusly tethered- tethered thusly,
double meaning, ingested subtly.
O beyond the lies, lies the whispered — hope,
though green and out of the blue,
emerald of dopamines— treasures true,
three lock boxed,
laid in womb, purity— born anew.
my eyes has yet to see the glory
for this is'nt all that life can be
this can't be the main chapter of my story
life must have more in store for me
just when i thnk i'm done
and have pretty much sealed my fate
seems life has just begun
and some how i've gotten alot more on my plate
made it quite up in my years
still for some reason i can't let go
God has a purpose for keeping me here
is there somthing else i should know
havent i taken all life punches
i've already thrown in the towel
seem every ball life pitched at me
i wined up hitting a foul
and yea the mountians were too high to climb
but i never gave up hope
cause it seem at the hardest times i always find
myself standing on top of the slopes
so i geuss i must journey on
regaurdless of how hard the road may get
and even though it may seems i'v traveled so long
i know i'm not finished yet
On the first day of Christmas
The Lord gave me a gift being a blessing to write
On the second day still inspired that went into the night
On the third day, I didn’t take the gift light
On the fourth day, continued to write with no plight
On the fifth day, joy all the way
On the sixth day, we had a snowstorm, and got out my sleigh
On the seventh day, fun being travel in a getaway
On the eighth day, thankful in every way
On the nineth day, rest and sleep
On the tenth day, dreaming of sheep
On the eleventh day, surrounded by family and friends
On the twelve day, the holiday slowly wined down, and came to an end
Sitting here in the couch
Having a good time with my friends
Never thinking of tomorrow
Just being wild young and free..
Drink here and shot there
Take the plunge of thirst
Dance here move there
Feel the beat of the rhythm..
That's how it goes
That's how it rules
That's how it lives
And that's how it rocks..
When alcohol flows in your blood
It changes all the flaws
It ruins the straight direction of minds
And specifically directs what it wants..
That's the spirit of liquid liquor
Sometime it's good
And most of the time it's bad
Merely with those happy go lucky people..
That's how we wined up,
Enjoy and enjoy the fun
Live life, live along
It's wined up, it's time to get along..
It shows the real you
That you've never imagined you can do
It shows the other side of you
That even yourself can't tell how it's true..
Form:
I'm thankful for everything- seen; unseen
That every breath since birth have experienced,
Many things I've make heaven and earth lean
Towards the edge of running hope, silenced.
If time will not mind;
Only then, won't stop cups wined
Till dawn... comes it shined.
I'm thankful for that which I have been through...
Every change at a time losing past cheers
To embracing tough challenges anew;
Rough enough to run tarry fearful tears.
If Yes dreams off No;
Only then, won't dare stoop low
Cum struggles to grow.
I'm thankful for everything that I am,
The part of me I lost to drowning fear
To make luck's stake get the best out of jam-
Building up part can't let fail a rare sphere.
If means gets better,
Only then, lot writes letter-
Good enough petter.
I'm thankful for excuses against win,
As an option to hide confrontations...
I struggle to catch up with or try pin-
Accounting for unplanned designations.
If progress gets on;
Only then, won't stop Milan
Until Rome be won.
I'm thankful for dangers that keep me fit,
Every eyes opener alarming weakness
To redeem scar's strength through many a ,
Enough to stage grace guiding happiness.
If fun never done;
Only then, won't long just pun...
Till life be pardon.
The body tires but not our mind,
in lucid dreams, to fears resigned.
Thought spirals grip us in their bind.
The peace we seek seems hard to find.
Why oh God, have we been born blind?
Though voice of conscience does remind,
our hardened heart's no longer kind,
with throb of love soul's misaligned.
Painful has become earth life grind;
we play not our role, as assigned,
wastefully having wined and dined.
Time’s now thoughts be to bin consigned,
thus with ego cravings declined,
we leave our feral past behind.
Fickle heart with bliss furrows splined,
we become the light God designed.
06-October-2022
SINGLE STANZA MONORHYME Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Rhymezone, PS Grammar
I saw him
in the White House.
The red carpet rolled out.
A royal welcome.
A perfect illusion.
They studied him.
They saw his weakness.
Ego.
And they fed it
like a hungry god.
He wanted to feel
like a king.
So they crowned him
with fake respect.
Fake love.
A mask of honor
hiding a knife.
To them
he is not a friend.
He is a strategy.
A movable piece
on America’s chessboard.
A pawn
in a game
far older than him.
They want his kingdom.
They want his oil.
They want Israel’s throne
strong and unchallenged.
He is only the bridge
to their ambitions.
Let him remember
the Shah of Iran.
A beloved ally.
Wined.
Dined.
Praised.
Then abandoned
in a single move.
Checkmated.
Destroyed.
America and Iran
were lovers once.
Today
they are sworn enemies.
This is the nature
of power without loyalty.
The wise
learn from history.
The foolish
become history.
America
is a wild animal.
It cannot be tamed.
Its friendship
is measured
by usefulness.
Not affection.
Not truth.
Today
they call him hero.
Tomorrow
they may call him terrorist.
Such is the script
they write for others.
He is young.
He is powerful.
But power
without wisdom
is a trap
laid for itself.
He is not the first
to be deceived.
He will not be the last.
Time
will be his teacher.
History
will be his judge.
And the oil
he thinks is protection
may become
the very fire
that consumes him.
Down Florida way
Near Daytona Beach
Stays many a lassie
One in my eyes is a peach
Breakers on the move
Beach to caress
Bikini clad girl
My eyes are well blessed
Shapely and tanned
Toned and refined
Just me and this lassie
To be wined and dined
Late night beach stroll
As they enjoy the night
With the sound of the breakers
Just out of sight
In a moment of capture
They turn to each other
Gently they kiss
Under starry night cover
On the sand they lay
Looking up to the sky
This two together
Never wondering why
Their futures tomorrow
Today they just met
Over a period of time
Eternally set
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