Lukewarm loudmouth listless ludicrous Leland Lee
Made a merry mockery goading murderous Melody
Nefarious needlessness if you ask the likes of me
Offensive objectifying ornery oddball oddity.
Parlaying pretty pukey habits during the grand Prix
Quarrels started up about it all over our family.
Colors of orange and blue,
Cascading through,
A calm and pleasant,
Balancing hue.
The pleasure running through me,
Can very easily,
Take control of me,
Stealing our energy.
Creativity falls below,
Disrupting the flow.
Then duality,
Throws another blow.
Emotions start to grow,
Into an energy overload,
I'm about to explode.
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A sensual anxiety,
Is objectifying society.
All pleasure and aggression,
Our constant obsession,
And not learning the lessons.
Creating a fantasy,
To escape from reality.
Clinging to everything,
Cause feeling is addicting.
A Mind so numb,
You'll feel like quitting.
Rigid, detached,
The Coaster's fallen off track.
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There's been a set back,
Take a step back.
Fade to black,
And attack.
Adapt,
You're not trapped.
Utilize its energy,
to Strengthen your ability,
Your sensory receptivity,
Growing emotional stability,
And increasing agility.
Flow, and flexibility,
Guiding the body.
Now flowing freely,
through the complexity,
Of the Third Density.
Maybe I am more than I know and maybe I breathe deeper than I feel it
Maybe there's more to life than I know
More than my bedroom even though I enjoy the dark blue walls I sleep next to
I see things I see things deeper than they appear like the side mirrors on cars Maybe my eyes are an objectifying glass cause everything is more than it seemed
But i'm just feeling the breeze of the wind and I don't wanna change the weathervane
Though I say too much I say too little cause I'm stuck inside a loop
I'll fall asleep again probably at 3am so maybe tomorrow I'll realize more and it'll be more than I thought
eyeing...
eyes...'eye'
be
seeing...
sight's...'scene'
where-in
objects...
objectifying...'objectives'
means an
understanding...
under-stands...'understood'
ah...
hmmm...'ahmmm'
stans sand
: )
Hidden in plain sight
Enigmatic space abounds
Omnipresence quiet
Beyond skies, below ground
Objects crystallised therein
Of which we too are one
Awareness in each within
As subject, objectifying the sun
Unified space, singular awareness
Flowing through flickering transience
Imbibing from each consciousness
Experiences garnered in this parlance
Dreams within dreams, thus play on
Void in stillness exiting this dynamic play
Each breath released, as we be reborn
We surf the waves, yet do not sway
Thus when subject and object merge
When our will to the That One bends
We feel in permanence divine bliss surge
As the purpose of dreaming ends
19-May-2021
Brown eyes, brown haze drinking me in, making me yours; objectifying me.
But I am mine, yet you stand there and right me in the ways you believe are wrong.
I have withered and died a thousand times today, but you see only warm blood; you smell it, and you feed from me.
Do not say that I can change, for you know me not. I have lived a dozen lifetimes more than you and your minuscule existence.
Will you not release me from your gaze, brown eyes, brown haze? For you see me not for what I am; you merely see me as a woman whom surely shall endure and be subservient.
When you’re at last gone the air before me allows the stench of your misogyny to linger and I know, I know, I know I shall see you again, here and henceforth for the rest of my life.
For children, summer is swing sets and slides,
ice cream or snow cones, carnival rides,
the school bell’s last ring as kids flee the school,
hot dogs at ball games and days at the pool.
It’s pitching a tent and eating s’mores,
then down at the lake with rowboat and oars.
Summer’s the chasing of fireflies at night
and telling of ghost tales in flickering light.
It’s skateboards and bikes and just feeling free,
a volleyball net in the sand by the sea.
It’s summer vacation in one’s family car
with stops at motels when traveling far.
It’s sitting on blankets, eyes up at the sky
while watching the fireworks on Fourth of July
Summer’s a caterpillar; we want it to c r a w l,
then turn into a butterfly, the brightest of all!
It’s corn on the cob, and ever so sweet -
the melon the kid in us all wants to eat!
May 30, 2019
For Sheri Fresonke Harper's Objectifying A Season Poetry Contest
Spring is a colorful salad
Roses are her radishes
Marigold her croutons
Lilacs in her dressing, dribbling sweetly
She is tossed in wind storms
Spring is a tasty salad
She uplifts the diners
She delights the songbirds
She nurtures the baby lambs
She brings greenery back to the meadow
Spring is a hearty salad
She feeds our souls
She nurtures our imaginations
She sings her forest songs
She rejuvenates us in the most heart-felt ways
Spring is our dessert salad
Her birds serenade us
Her bunnies show off their fluff
Her squirrels scold us gently
She brings us such enthusiasm and happiness!
Written: May 18, 2019
Contest: Objectifying a Season Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Spring sprinkles perfumes through the air
Then from her palette's rich supply
Skims pastel shades through primrose woods
And paints the vibrant butterfly.
A robin fiercely guards her nest
For cyan treasures lie within.
Keen honey bees sense nectar's lure
As scents of floral life begin.
And birds in treetops sweetly sing
To celebrate the gift of spring.
18.05.19
'objectifying a season poetry contest' : sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper
I Got a Darn NA Again Poetry Contest : sponsored by Lu Loo
Oh, Winter it is time for you to put away your white coat,
and to roll up your tattered blanket once so beautiful;
time for me to put away my cozy comforter;
and my red toboggan still dwelling lonely on the porch.
The fireplace is cold and neglected now,
and the gingerbread cookies have been eaten except one;
my ice skates are of no use with no ice on which to skate,
and the Christmas poinsettia once lovely is looking real droopy.
I am ready Winter- to pack away all my winter clothes;
and have removed the winter wreath from my front door!
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May 14, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Oh, Winter
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1144-124-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Objectifying A Season
sponsor, Sheri Fresonke Harper
Third Place
Those leaves, like fire before our eyes,
fell down as flames from autumn skies,
then twirled like feathers to the ground
to weave a blanket wrapped around.
Like a chameleon, fall leaves turned,
from scales of green to crimson-burned.
With brushstroke blends of orange-gold,
Bright autumn paintings did unfold.
And like Monet's bold stippled hues,
fall gifts her canvases of views.
May 9, 2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Still Life Autumn
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 10/25/2020
~6th Place~
Contest: Objectifying A Season
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke
Judged: 0/02/2019
My bathing suit under a sundress
I race to the end of the dock
where my adirondack chair calls to me
A canoe glides by in the distance
and a blue heron is poised for breakfast...
the placid lake awaits an August sunrise
Making the most of vacation adventure
a swim at crack of dawn
an oversized mug of iced coffee
a light summer novel...
Is there a better way to start a summer day?
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAFFEINE INFUSION~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Front Page Pick 2024
Submitted on May 3, 2019 for contest OBJECTIFYING A SEASON sponsored by SHERI FRESONKE HARPER - RANKED 7TH
Flames Of The Evergreen
Rusty sunbelt clench
a rosette of scarlet peaks,
…puffed lipstick trees dip.
Vermilion blossoms
surface on a marooned lake,
blushing a pale shade.
Petals shed to a
subtle red, 'still in the pink',
their ardor of Spring.
Revised: 2020 December 03
Original: 2019 April 30
*1st Place*
your FORMS FUSION
~~Brian Strand
*8th Place*
Objectifying A Season
~~Sheri Fresonke Harper
Oh Younger Self!
Don’t be behind at saying what you want,
Just because you never did have the font,
Regression exists in us if we fail to specify,
Objectifying later, our questions to quantify.
Believe only in the people you trust and obey,
Don’t quantify because you’re in the minority,
Remember what you’ve got, media and friends,
Treasure your relationships to make your own ends.
Just be short-sighted, only aware of the now,
Don’t aspire to be godly or sickeningly high-brow,
Crimp what you like but is wrong multitudinary,
And don’t equate true morality with the binary.
Exclude yourself to discuss your mind and trueness,
Freshness is in people who flow with goodness,
Be rejected, make do and accept low facilities,
Happiness is in your real desires and proclivities.
With practised ease he scans the page
absorbing all he reads
objectifying everything
assimilating needs.
Redistributed word and line
subliminally home grown
presented as original
reference unknown.
The metal of another forge
he promotes as fire grown
this counterfeiting wordsmith
without anvil of his own.
Displaying mediocre wares
he prostitutes the art
successful in his larceny
oblivious to heart.
For words are words
and lines are lines
the plagiarist can’t see
the life expended searching for
originality.
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