What are these symbols? Letters? Ink?
Holding the meaning of what we think?
If I had been born in a different time,
Lines of writing would not fill my time.
I may have grunted with purpose that led
To all the words that have been said.
I may have hummed with feeling that drew
From sentiments I knew as true.
I may have hummed with a sing-songy tune,
Spoke to my children by light of the moon.
Now there is language, helpful and tricky.
Some of the things that we hear become sticky.
Is much of it useful? Much of it nice?
To receive in the morn when we haven’t thought twice?
Cleverly used and in most complex ways,
What is it actually trying to say?
Maybe the grunt and the hum as of yore,
Would help us remember what we knew before.
G: "Why do you hate me so much?"
B: "I was paid. And this is my life."
G: "If I am related to you, will you do the
same thing?"
B: "No."
G: "If there's something that I can offer you,
what would it be?"
B: "Your life."
G: "There's only sorrow and hardship in my
life. Why need it?... Save your life!"
Lush geranium proud and glorious.
Blooms so gracefully in old clay pot.
without a tinge of shame.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Song
Tugging
Inner lives’ passions
To gleam abroad all…
With song
becoming light
— of the soul’s embracings within —
longing
for the open, full atmomosphere ~
Released to resound
Fully
from the buds of all Earth fields
The still-reverberating echoes
Of that Day One of Music’s created
Omnipotently-composed origin.
YULETIDE ORIGINS
On the first day of Yuletide
The winter solstice ends
Twelve days until
A new solar year
A feast to the sun
Odin as the god
Pagan origins
Hauled heavy log
Chance to repent
The giving of gifts
Holly and the ivy
And then adopted by Christianity
I was conceived
in a magical realm
where I can where the sun
on my head like a straw hat
the sea around my torso
like a cocktail gown
with conch shells and coral reefs
The white sand like flip flops on my feet
and the palm leaves across my chest
and shoulder like a Gucci purse
The flower
fruit
of beauty...
Seed
fulcrum
of life...
Word
source
poetry...!
Nature's Treasures
She sees their crowns had impressively grown
Taller than the obelisk now merely ancient stone
Deepest green like emeralds set on her mystic ring
Forever cognizant and nurtured by a life-giving spring
A gentle presence caresses leaves fervently breathing
Reaching toward heaven imbibing celestial blessing
Over her heart a talisman deciphers cryptic rune
Trees are endowments from beyond the moon
Without trees and grasses fostered by a star...
Planet Earth may inevitably mirror God of War!
***This is an expanded version of the previously posted
poem Cognizant Gems, now with a different title,
"Nature's Treasures"***
10/25/2022
6:20 P.M.
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Limassol, Cyprus
It all started in North Carolina
Home of my heart and physique
I don’t think it’s praised in China
Because of such blazing mystique
It began at Keystone Camp in Brevard
Where children were so delighted
To discover the wonders endeavored
By those creative minds, so excited
It was like a sort of storybook dream
Reflections of joy inspired by the heat
Christmas in July was the big theme
Stockings for Santa made it all complete
It felt like a joy beyond all belief
Hearts were adoring all the festivities
The spirit of Christmas was such a relief
From the regular camping activities!
Christmas in July or July Celebration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Used: Rhymezone to check rhymes
Dated: July 11, 2022
Article in Southern Living about Christmas in July beginnings
I
My first wife of 30 years married me
Gave me gifts of children, virginity ...
Not in that order ( ha ha, hee- her)
II
As a Christian my body obeyed
The rules of marriage, I prayed
I would not cheat, abuse, or hate
But my mind did cheat: FORGIVE ME
III
I learned as much about orga@m
To please my two (married) women
Not that; I married two (serial monogamy)
IV
On mother's day, I declare: let women lead
Our grandmother's may have never bled
Orgasmically. Because husbands are on top
Quite apart from Mo McGreaveys education
On word origins: cow C*NT is not all negation
With my good Hindu Ma, wonderful wives
Let men know your fantasies. End Sacrifice!
I
Better not blow away the ordinary
Often ordinary turns extraordinary
How, you may query
I'll answer, if u tarry
II
There is order in the ordinary
In the hasty humdrum! It's extraordinary
Humdrum, ordinal, cardinal (numbers?)
Answers, answers, before s/he slumbers
III
Humdrum? Can't just pass concepts by
My drum won't hum, I do (Yes, I try)
If drums do drum, where's the humdrum?
Hey stop! Read slowly. Who are U running from
poetry is an art
born from those left alone
with paper fine feelings
and an ink dipped heart
We are all the same
Except in the vein of from
Where we had once came.
For this, nobody at all
Was truly ever to blame.
I
Love reveres God and Gravity;
mere theory ignore both ... Dark ... Energy?
II
The born-again force in Grace
is evident in gravity, God's hidden face
III
Einstein and gravity give us stories
revealing God's time, dance, frequencies
IV
Cosmos began in such hot equilibrium
mass & time mattered not: His Pentium
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NOTE: one needs mass to build a clock to keep time! Also, Roger Penrose said, humans live off the hot sun, and cold sky/ space.
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