I saw a big man today
who was born
without arms and legs
who didn’t learn to beg
but worked hard for success
and called everyone’s bluff
and married a catch
his excuses ring valid
as we complain
about spouses who don’t
fold the laundry or put away the dishes
I saw a big man today
who loves his wife in every way
who stands taller than the rest
whose heart outdoes them all
this man will not fail
to teach us what is
important in life
I saw a big man today
Sing Your Song of Joy
9/19/2023
Of all the great joy that you experience in living,
Have no fear of what any human thinks of you!
Of any type of poetic music you feel, when truly giving,
Worse, be not desirous of praise~it maybe quite untrue.
Just be you, a poem need not be an overly decorated cake.
Simplicity and truth, are stunning contents, I prefer best.
As I sail in peace on a serene, autumnal,aquamarine lake.
I read your poems aloud, on my yacht, you are my guests!
Being real, far outdoes, being a wordy-poet flake.
We exist on earth,not in intergalactic spaces!
Real poetry grabs genuine poets, for heavens sake.
Better yet, it candlelights your soft, sculptured faces.
Always a friend, come rain or shine.
Is this special poet of mine!
He lifts me up, when I am down.
I think he is uniquely royal and deserves
a crown!
No wonder my poem to him is in the anthology!
He's a master at kindness to humanity!
Never blowing his own horn,
Nor treating another poet with disdain, nor fill any
heart with discord.
Thank you for being in my life to greatly learn.
That to support a few hearts, outdoes any desire
for a trophy to yearn!
3/2/2021
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Fittingly hallowed gods must intrinsic majesty hold.
Even before deities invoked weigh the caller's case,
The deity's potent title should alone spell the balm,
And tint with nourishing grace the supplicant's face.
Woe justly betides gods modelled by mortal skill,
Conjured to define the worshiper's creative spans.
True deity outdoes their adherent's most avid drill,
And defeats most faithful admirers' keenest scans.
If while engaged they varied ethereal trends display,
But when left alone they silent and unbothered stay;
You already got there a freaking raw deal indeed:
You're the mighty guy your own-made gods need!
The worshiped must by heart the worshiper know,
And both will ever commune as if by infallible law.
It’s the supreme being mightily seeking the follower,
Who grasps it well and submits to the bigger power.
It’s a fake god if it bends to suit whimsical desire,
Or at once plays into your infinite imaginative fire!
I can’t fall asleep, I don’t want to sleep,
Being awake is so much more fun,
As at last reality outdoes all my dreams,
Now I have found my number one,
With a beautiful smile, voice, and a laugh,
Beautiful eyes into her soul,
I’m staying awake to absorb all her love,
Enjoying the passionate stroll.
You see, before I met her, I was a little bit fake,
Smiles were forced from my face,
And I’d enjoy drifting off to sleep every night,
Drift off from my lovely mistakes,
But now, when she lies flush beside me,
My love comes from somewhere down deep,
And I’m caught in this beautiful moment of us,
Much better than falling asleep.
We don't watch telly,
we play games,
we have avatars
and gamer names.
We don't just glare,
we interact....
Helps co-ordination,
a proven fact.
We chat to gamers
on headsets too,
work as a team...
Plan what to do.
If you're good,
you're known as Pro,
in your gamer points
it will show.
Noob's the term
if you are new.
You wont be alone,
there's quite a few.
Play for a while
and you will see,
that playing games
outdoes T.V.
She Calls Me Home…
At days long end
Left on troubles shore
When I just know
I can't take anymore
When the last light
Of hope is gone
She calls me home
She calls me home
When my thoughts
Are racing round
And I can't find
A friend in this town
When every door
Has turned out wrong
She calls me home
She calls me home
She calls me home
To her embrace
Wipes the tears
From my tortured face
Calms my soul
Til the demons are gone
And with her sweet voice
She calls me home
When the dark
Won't give up light
When the wrong
Outscores the right
When the noise
Outdoes the song
She calls me home
She calls me home
When the clouds
Won't seem to break
And the sky
Just seems to ache
And the sun's
Completely gone
She calls me home
She calls me home
She calls me home
To her embrace
Wipes the tears
From my tortured face
Calms my soul
Til the demons are gone
And with her sweet voice
She calls me home
White buffalo are sacred to Native American tribes
Symbols of hope and prosperity, to see one you are blessed
A cart filled with white pumpkins offers our dear friend who scribes
To her unique and loving heart this harvest does attest
A gift of spiritual grandeur we are offered freely
Marvel at its beauty and behold its great power
Choosing from this selection might be easier ideally
If we think of it first as a special Halloween flower
Share the wealth among us, our sweet friend always does
I pick one that catches my eye, matching her ivory skin
Much like a white rose’s beauty compared to others outdoes
I’ll venerate this pumpkin knowing her kindness lies within
*Entry for Carol Brown’s “White Pumpkin” contest
October 24 by Carolyn Devonshire
He looks like September,
as tall as the trees.
Makes me want to be better,
talks to strangers with ease.
Wish I could be more like that,
but then he comes near.
Even when he just wants to chat,
he quite outdoes my atmosphere.
I don't know why
I even try
to be worth it
but maybe you're worth it...
And I know I do alright
being bigoted yet quiet,
staying mellow but strong,
black and white and all wrong,
cut to the heart but kind,
good with the rhymes,
soul reaching words,
unscathed and yet hurt.
I'm a walking contradiction split in two but you?
Fascinate me with your every move,
fill the world with your color, you do.
Paint the sky your own shade of blue...
enchantment drips out of every hue.
You're daring and spirited,
bold and fearless,
solar-powered and radiant
and you never hesitate...
Wish I could be more like that
but then you come near.
If I had the chance I'd try
to not fall for your atmosphere...
The feel of the air surrounding me is one of a kind.
I could fall for yours, could you fall for mine?
So sweetly,
as she descended the stairs
I turned at the perfect moment to see her beauty.
Nothing to anyone else’s eyes,
but to mine, she is perfection.
She came down,
just wearing everyday clothes,
but, it was the way she carried herself
that made me stop,
breathe a heavier breath
and smile.
She does that to me often,
for her heart outshines the sun.
Her glow
outdoes the moon’s.
Her smile,
far out smiles that of the Mona Lisa.
My own personal masterpiece,
only not made of canvas.
She is made of sweet smelling,
soft and desirable
skin,
my everything.
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