Art Poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Silent One
Inside of a 5x10 frame is displayed
The representation of a beautiful
Family. It is their family tree created
By Lila Anderson for a family that was
established on June 17, 1972.
The originals, or the parents, are seen
At THE TRUNK of the tree which consists
Of three main branches which have
Limbs appropriate for their family size.
The LOWEST BRANCH has no limbs. It
Represents the youngest son who
Has neither married nor fathered
Any children. JJ sits alone but has
Proven to be a most wonderful uncle.
On the NEXT BRANCH is seated a father,
CJ and a mother, KJ. CJ is the middle
child, and believing in legacy, he is seen with
3 limbs representing three boys born to them.
There are other beautiful branches
On this tree consisting of only leaves.
But there lies another OLDER BRANCH
With well designed art work representing
The oldest sibling who is divorced with
3 lovely children.
This lovely piece represents the whole
Of a family that began in Chicago, Il.,
And stands out most proudly in the
Johnson family.
At Stirling Castle, history,
Imparted by a guide,
Allows us to imagine
What the artifacts provide.
The weapons and the uniforms,
The chambers and decor,
All displayed in ways to show us
Things we’ve never seen before.
Yet upon some walls are tapestries
Depicting what we know
Of the story of the unicorn
And how they laid him low.
For most visitors, they’re magic
And, although we were impressed,
They are copies of originals
And don’t quite pass the test.
In New York, we have the Cloisters
With those tapestries on view
And we’ve seen them many times
Because that’s what we tend to do.
We may not have ancient castles
Back at home, but we have art,
Often purchased by the moguls,
Super-rich and super-smart.
Be aware of a verb, thats emerging..From an Aussie, it has been formed, And its Now surging.' Quite
Descriptive and gritty, Aimed first off at canberra
City, where the originals (are said to be spawned?)
You don't need its description, its scar is real hard old friend' a strong
Valediction.' Of how low? You are thought in your descend.' It sends a shiver through men, and even the
Ladies.' This is way worse; than that vile
Jab..But here now I'll give it a stab' ya'know even; blind freddy will make a run, if it trends..He truly fears it.' would rather
Remain blind.' than to hear it..Mates stay awake
And your honour defend.' Be a drunk, be a druggie, thief
Or even a thuggie.' But never a TWOT..Here i' stand as
Your mate to the end.'
I have lit my tenth bonfire
since I retired two months ago
this one is gorgeous like the others
a bit different
she is burning all confidential records
of children with 504 plans at my school
no one needs these copies
and I do not want them falling into the wrong hands
my principal has the originals
and I have uploaded all the 504’s into a computer system
I watch two hundred pages go up in smoke
confident they will remain confidential
the bonfire pops and crackles her appreciation
she loves cardboard and paper the best
I have tried to feed her plastic, but that has a horrific smell
So now I keep her on a strict paper diet
Author Dana Redricks
July 13, 2023
In this vast world, a masterpiece you are, crafted by God, a celestial star. No other being quite like you exist, a creation unique, divinely kissed.
With strokes of love, Yahweh formed your soul, a tapestry woven, a story untold. In your heart lies a purpose, strong and true, a gift to share, a light to shine through.
For God favors originals, it's true, It's what sets you apart in all you do. Embrace your uniqueness with pride and delight, for that's where your strength and beauty ignite.
When doubts surround you or darkness draws near, remember, dear soul, your purpose is clear. You are a beacon, a voice that can't be ignored, with all you possess, your gifts to be poured.
So stand tall amidst the crowded throng, let your vibrant colors sing loud and strong. For within you lies an extraordinary soul, a testament to the divine, an awe-inspiring role.
You are special, dear one, beyond compare, a creation meant for greatness, so rare. Embrace your worth, your individual grace, and let the world witness your unique embrace.
Stridency attracts crowds
isolates individuals
Propogates group-think
suffocates originals
rich inspiration
complements
&augments
at
that
crucial &
originals
positioned
so
precisely
identified
theme
a movement’s
heightened colour
impresses
with descriptive
energy
shifting &
contorted
yet
beguiling
displayed
makes beauty
apparent&
identifiable
as
a conceit
in
a
sense of
the emphatic
stillness
splices
the
enchanting
unending stream
into
a
strange wonder
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
autumn promises embrace the silence, melting away bitterness, awakening the brilliance of peace in the shadows of His grace - Quote by Poet
Syllable based – 5-3-5
harvest heals the heart
leaves dancing
hues of faith and hope
Word based 3-5-3
orange and gold
breath love upon the soul
prayers and psalms
Lune (Mixed Pair) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
October 17, 2021
Two mixed originals of a new form of haiku known as 'Lune'. There are two different versions of this non-rhyming form, each follows a strict structured format that is not interchangeable.
First, there is the syllable-based, 5-3-5 version, second, is the word-based, 3-5-3 version. Create Lunes of each version, one-time-only, bearing a shared theme of your choice.
I don’t know that anything about me
is original – I mean, all of my atoms,
I’ve been told, once belonged to some
dimwit creature (hmm...) roaming the earth
long before air-conditioners and Mai Tais...
And talk about Sin! – now that’s an Original
I would gladly give my share away in
a heartbeat; sure as hell, not missing a
cinder of the concept – though, if not the
world itself, I have no recollection of a
bountiful garden...while readily admitting
to having dined and drank with more than
one size and specie of venomous serpent –
But of all my Non Originals, the abiding
presence of love within me is a lineage
I would gladly claim as my own, were I
asked, praying to be absolved of any penance
if untrue. And, if false...then I would claim,
even more vociferously, my uncompromising
capacity to forgive all, thus hopefully moving
existing originals into the Lord's Grace of
Transformative Light.
Individualism
Being true to yourself, till your very last breath
Never looking for fame is the real test
Always outrageous, in your own inimitable way
Being true to yourself, to your very last breath
People love originals and shout hurray
Your main goal is always being your best
Being true to yourself, till your very last breath
Never looking for fame is the real test
June 3, 2020
4:30pm PST
Poem # 1,220
The best sins come in original
Or is it something else worth less?
Seeing is in the eye of the beholder
Or is it beauty or something worse?
No one is alike when they are different
Never the same when they are changed
There are two kinds of people in the world
Both of them named Gingerbread
According to newspaper sources
If you have thoughts original
Please keep them to yourself
In a jar far from the mainland
On a shelf for fermentation
One idea can change the world
Come in circular or oval, smooth as opal
Grown in mushrooms dark
Pop with energy when exposed to light
All things being equal must mean something
Antiques for instance keep their shapes
History makes mistakes by aging them
Placing values on the rust
Makes everything the same, mundane
Art is the kingly snow-cap on learning's height;
It forms as great minds enter saturation range.
It's a crowning beam that shines to truly show,
That the lettered brain has finally come of age.
Artistic flair is the finest of divine human skills.
It's the life-giving power in the Creator's mouth
That formed solid originals from old airy chills,
Naming in full naught arbitrary west and south.
Art is the queened stroke behind true science.
Her restless instinct and wild wandering signs
Are the sole philosophy fuelling erudite minds;
Man’s only spark that all prudent reason binds.
And fine poetry is the most knowing of earth's arts,
Far mightier than sibling genres beneath our stars.
Nifty verse gets brighter as every lower sister blurs,
To show the path as the initial dark's oblivion starts.
Sublime art is thus the neglected locus classicus;
And to spurn poetry is to adore ignorance's curse.
Ars Longa
It finally happened!
Someone in the East Wing
Goateed a Madonna and redid a Rembrant
a la de Kooning.
A blond with Vogue patterns
is crouched on the hall--
She's eyeing a Van Gogh
eyeing her from the wall.
We judge from the blushes
of blue-rinsed ladies in fur
Rude comments were made
on the audio tour.
The guards commandeer
Donatellos for targets
and are cleaning their pistols
with snips of Vermeer.
The staff in the Art Shoppe
is selling originals
and hanging the copies
in Gallery Five.
They're burning the Monets
they've tattooed Apollo,
crowds clamor outside
to get in on the fun.
Cars circle the gallery
in infinite coils--
curbside parturitions
here a boy there a girl.
Looking back in time can be selective in comparison to the present.
It may be likened to a dripping faucet that has been finally fixed.
You only remember the relief of the silence.
But I believe not of my fond memories of the my beginning years of the 80's.
It was senior year of high school. And our unofficial class song may have been
Ain't no stopping us now.
It was when RunDMC came out with their light hearted, uncontroversial rap song.
It seemed people were more gracious, less stressed and kinder.
Maybe jobs for the young, inexperienced were more plentiful.
Fashion was with the Vanderbelts, Sassoon and other designer jeans on your
person.
Dance steps were your own originals mixed with the newest fads of course.
But all in all it was for me a softer decade. How was it for you?
No one is above mistake
So they say
But how did I not know
Why did I allow myself to get so carried away?
Not to know you are a mere take way material
And never an emotional material
I was told to use and dump you
Just as my predecessors
But I wanted to be the love you never had
The experience you have never felt
The care you were never given
But I never knew I was making mistake
To have even bought you cake
Probably you don’t even deserve originals but fake
Including love
My greatest mistake is you
For the first time my heart failed me
Because you are nothing but a bloody mistake
I curse the day I met you
Because you are nothing but an emotional mistake
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