Everybody cooks at their own time and temperature.
Your journey is for you, mine, uniquely, for me.
We are not 'sameness-evolved' meant to be.
We all grow our spirits separately,
so, too, our emotions and philosophies.
Uniqueness serves our soul’s artistry.
Some of us are new souls, others advanced.
Earth-mingling our unique is not circumstance.
If manifesting divine potential were a tangible,
it would be a puzzle of pieces non-sequential.
When souls combine the 'know' their lives did grow,
various, glorious soul-twinkles will truth guide us.
We are same totally loved, differently etched.
Each of us, a spiritual beacon from His Kingdom,
may, in time, entwine to design a brand new Eden.
Green is green and must be that, but blue is none the worse for it.
Mesmerizing magnetism, mere mingling perfection;
melodic, magical murmurs melt like molten sweet confection.
Pleasing, playful, palpable perfection in pure pleasures;
teasing, tasting, tantalizing... thrilling, tangible treasures.
Delectably delightful, deliriously drenched desire;
effectual expression electrifyingly fuels the fire.
Fidgety, frolicking fingers flee to frame affection’s face;
feverous fascination fused with everlasting grace.
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12/18/19
For Kissing Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May
The cloud of suspense was becoming compact
The mood was tense to ensure most impact
A baffling mystery had to be cracked
A sordid crime they needed to re-enact
It was the end of the second act
Moments before the entr’acte
We stretched went out and snacked
I powdered my nose with my compact
Nodded to each other matter-of-fact
The plot was convoluted enough to distract
Had everyone admitting massive confusion intact
Was it the lady in red they attacked
Was the weapon found in the house that got ransacked
Was it the business owner’s computer that they hacked
Was the killer the guy with the severe cataract
Was it the butler who decided to counteract
The wildest theories were purely abstract
The play was about to restart and unveil each dirty fact
Time to see who was right ‘cause it was all quite action packed
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on June 21, 2018 for contest LATE JUNE PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 4TH
unconventional
mingling which
deviated from
the norm created
atypical interactions
in which the uncharacteristic
irregularity became normal
standard even within the
land of relationships past
The anti anatomy of an anarchist is neither an amateur nor an animation. But wheeling a whirring wind is a window wiper moving at over sixty inches per second. Secondary to circumference is a dough dome roaring. Roaring is to be measured in octave which adjusts the time in a darting sound wave frequency pattern. Doubled. And a spotty bun arrives holding the spoon who is nicely printed out in a paisley tie and very smart ironed shoes. Put on a nice novel inducing dress then to recievebthevroadvreview who is calling from the top of a recently constructed building. Industry industrialises ideas ignoring interesting ignitions indicating influx. Interesting. But the small bee is busy bustling with ten bags and a tray of juices. Translucent grin. But no groin. Groundsman grinding grapes. Hahaha eating upside down a six course meal in a one berth caravan. Hahahaha fish balancing before baking breaded boiled baps. Xxxxx antipepiscides z
As Mother Nature strolls across her lands,
Remembering the pusywillows there.
Bedecked with ferns and roses in her hands.
She visits them while deeply breathing air.
Their unique scent infusion; she commands.
Those puffs of silky gray on branches bear
A sign to all that warmer days are near.
That springtime floras, rosebuds, shall appear.
© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: pusywillows or daffodils
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
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