Deportation,,,,,,,
A friend or might there be other!
The voice of idea....
Leaving like there is no other
...,. thus-
necessitating numeration
...........in contemplation......... And in fact!
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For the sake of mankind.......
Deported to his own resignation
of thoughts' and dreams' and numerated
by deliberation deported by its own id'
Gf
Gary Fields
Poet, author
“If you don’t tell the truth about yourself, you can’t tell it about other people”~ Virginia Woolf
'Say who am I'
is a great challenge hurled on me,
necessitating great introspection
and clarity of thoughts.
I am learning to find who I really am.
Though never perfect, am without serious flaws.
I wish to improve with each step,
as I know, if I’m not growing, I am dying.
I'm a poet,
and a true aspiring artist.
I try to be a beautiful person,
kind and compassionate.
More than anything, I am a sweet child of God.
A teacher from hilt to heel and proud to be so.
An erudite soul with vision,
A sculptor who sees an angel within a rock!
Aloft in the sky over Memphis
Elvis Presley's hub
I saw a sight necessitating
my eyes to firmly rub
A passenger plane a big one
frozen plainly in sight
this sight I saw could not comprehend
trying hard as I might
The backdrop a high rise the benchmark
Serving to clearly define
This sight I was seeing I clearly saw
and was not losing my mind
Whether glitch of the matrix
Or new avion tech
I seen what I saw
As I said What the heck
INTRICATE PLEASURES
passion
forthcoming
so prolific
&continual
formed
to ensure
honest intrigue
a credible
enjoyment
elaborate & enduring
conventional yes
but cosy
&comforting
heightening
expectation
necessitating
a
closer look
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Some say love draws us near?
Fair enough, I guess – I'm happily married.
But fear rules the day on a much larger scale,
the magnetic completion of opposites, making
for wholes – the undeniable physics of greater society
which can't seem to break its grating bonds –
Do we fear more the dark, or that which
light exposes in us?
Many admittedly buying and selling nearness, for temporary
safety or appeasement. Magnetism!?
The differing poles of fear and
love...hate and love – up comes
down – in, an out process – God and
his man.... Oh were love a dominant
constant, permeating all society,
at all times!
Seeming, more often, outside of
theology and poetry, a myth of
the failed heart...a grade less,
necessitating the attractive quality
of heaven and hell –
Every moment places before us
a choice necessitating decision
Most life situations are beyond our control
But our reactions are in our hands
We get back what we give
How we act decides our life.
20.09.2021
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PROVERBS 11:25 :
“A generous person will prosper; whoever refreshes others will be refreshed.”
LUKE 6:38 :
“Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”
Hairline receding slightly
Waistline a little thicker
Gravity winning the battle
A few centimetres conceded
Even when walking proud
Hearing less acute
Necessitating the TV turned up loud
Eyes needing brighter light
Small print now a challenge
A world through four lenses
No longer two, especially at night
Joints a little rustier
Movement less fluid
Skin a little saggier
“Less firm” more polite
Settling in grooves and furrows
No longer snapping back
White and random hair sprouting
On head, from nose, in ears and on chin
The body the battleground scars of advancing years
A war we will never win
The mind and mood another matter
Age the superhero variable
Calmer, more sanguine
Experience and wisdom to the fore
A knowing wink and smile
Having done it, got the t shirt before
Random knowledge twinned with insight
TV quizzes a breeze
Navigating life’s necessary turbulence
With greater confidence and ease
Youth is not to envy
Advancing years we should embrace
The folly of the young
Firmly in the rear view mirror
We stand as time flies past us
Knowing a more contented future awaits
Keep waiting [lullaby essay]
Prior to my expected appalling arrival
Accept a delay necessitating my survival
Recap all hopeful wishes
Evoke undying patience species
Nest and destroy negative feelings
Trust when the seed says is fleeing.
Knives come thirsty for my blood
Eyes in tears always keep a flood
Episodes full of grief and sorrow
Pray that I see you tomorrow.
While I try to realize my goal
All is destined to benefit you
Immense forces are attack-full
Tremendous effort from me is forceful
Incarnate figures seem to set militia
Nourishing their foul aromatic herb
Gather guts and expect patiently
Drastic changes in economic atmosphere
Applaud a flop on my old plans
Insolent conditions thwart my combined efforts
Lonesome insolvency escort me to their agenda
Yielding failure for me every day!
What I told Bill
My voice unchanging and shrill
Was about life in water necessitating gills
And the ones on fire, grills
The left spaces for man to fill…
And it should be mainly about his will
But not less intensely his zeal
The same I had disclosed to Jill
But it didn’t him at all thrill:
On some angered bottle spending a dollar bill
And glumly ascending a closely bill
From his valley-sited vacant mill
Always life depicting as The Still.
*Image of Santa Clause, Charlie Calvin by Giphy.
The Glass Orb
In an e'er thus oft agitated contorted crystalline world,
Unconsciously being tinseled by the energies that transpire,
Flurries of fakery enshroud the encircled glassful menagerie.
Indifferent minions from habit, obey the traumatic turbulence,
Revolving in every-which-way of an inescapable no bars prism.
Liquefied mirage a wintry desert of horned camels and pine dates.
Nevertheless, calming ceremoniously exhibits, abruptly emerge.
Ambiguity surrenders gracefully, necessitating the delusion,
There exists a well-treasured keepsake immortalized in a globe.
Adoringly exposed glittering peepers to overindulge in disbelief,
As a seasonal passage liberates a once boxed stored wonderment.
2019 November 25
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand 4 to 14 line
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 08
*1st Place*
Stuck in a Christmas Globe
~~Bobby May: Judged 2019 December 12
Just as all beginnings do,
A new year makes its big debut
Necessitating fuss and noise
Until the old year it destroys.
Awaiting, though, a nice clean slate
Reflected in a brand-new date –
Your future yours to help create.
January 3, 2019
a scant mere
seconds to late, when with a crash, which near
concussion smacked noggin
hard against blocky chunk hove ice
informing gap toothed email
(actually, that incident
me quite traumatized),
i.e. unpreparedly tasting solid rock hard material -
with ugly reflection that didst stare
from a looking glass re: mirror,
which aye avoided at all possible costs where
to cast and fit mouth
with a provisional crown entailed maybe a year.
necessitating cupped gloved hands
to punctuate every muffled word
to be but barely heard
akin to talking with mouth full of custard
above the quiet riotous mirth
analogous to twittering bird
winning sympathy from parents,
who did level best to tend distraught son
who ushered playback of events
with less disastrous rerun
praying for a high lee angel
to grant reverse outcome brought none
gut wrenching grief
immediately terminated former fun
damage irreversible
and perfect smile of pearly white
forever broke
NOT the least itty bitty funny, comical,
nor countenanced devastation done.
desire, food, leadership, truth, word play,
Greed On A Platter©
I cannot say, what is there to say
Where to go, sleep, eat, or if I stay
What to do or I don’t want 'it' to stop
I don’t need to or have to eat slop
I like vegetables, meat and sour dough
I will, I want, and I see that you want also
My name is hunger, and you 'crave' to be leader
I’m not fat nor am I slight but I am a feeder
It is in ‘all’ to gain a win; as game-pieced players
Necessitating begging or haggling for prized favours
Time spent in, time spread out and timed whatever for
Trying to 'jilt' the rich, one 'earns' to be made forever poor!
By destiny, became friends
Not by real contact but e - contact
Great was the distance that separate, yet felt so close
Shared dreams, goals and ambitions
With optimum passion of achieving them
Shared knowledge which empowered onto wisdom
Got to know the common and contrast
Hours after hours, laughed and frowned
Days after days, shared pains and gains
Months after months, the hearts seemed too close for an e-feelings
There arose a need for some definitions to be made
Necessitating some decisions to be taken
Alas! picked the word 'distance' even in the digital world
Anytime the past memories beeped,
It seemed treading the future path was impossible
Month by month, could see more possibility
Day by day, could get rid of the past memories
Hour by hour, the future path became clearer
And at the last minute when everything seem to be new
There appear the e-friend in the real world
Like a shadow under the sparkling light
with blast of some melodious music of Spanish touch
Thought everything was over
But not the impression left by love
which could lead to something new
And definitely in the real world
Believe not my words
For who am I but a poet.
Dispensing fleeting thoughts,
happy in their nature,
sarcastic in their ideal.
Broken by the pain,
a mind apart from it’s soul,
wanders aimlessly.
Seeking only to band words,
to bring about fruition.
Existing on the fringe
of reason and mockery.
A satire of life.
petulant raw emotions,
necessitating solitude.
So I persevere,
stringing words as fake feelings.
I carry with me,
the very air of neglect
and place it where all can see.
Trust not your own thoughts!
For could they not be tainted,
by the simple act,
of reading and absorbing
my flotsam so casually strewn.
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