Goldfish were in a decorating contest this week
They painted their scales in patterns that peek
Outdoing each other in swirls, lines, shapes and dots.
I saw them as far away as twelve hundred knots.
plethora of cakes and pies arrive
irregular shapes and forms
works of art
each mother outdoing herself
to show off for her darling children,
teachers week never tasted so great
Inflation rages
Outdoing wages
Stock Market tanked
Stench from DC stank
Fed increases spending
High interest on homes, impending
The answer in November comes
Do not re-elect the same bums
9/29/2022
RIVER
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My trail comes to face a wide river
With no bridges to be seen under these
evergreens —
Outdoing one another in height.
No rustling leaves underfoot:
The pines let fall their needles
For years and years, so
I walk over a padded bed of silence
Laid thick upon the earth,
softly, light browns beside
The sparkling…gurgling…never-to-end
Swooshing bustle-rush of the river’s
Blue flowing full with divine signs,
gifts, I am meant
To mark this spot, stop where I stand
Of a glance endowed with inspiration
From nature’s lit beauty
I will paint fast in memory.
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(c) sally ypung Eslinger 12/21/2
Thanks be to God
Many years ago, the thrill of traveling was
special to us, mostly in the summer months.
We planned to visit sites never seen before-
outdoing last year's joy.
To Turkey, Mexico, France, and Germany,
Florida, Alaska, Canada, and more;
cruises galore- plane flights over land and sea-
filling photo albums.
Many sights and untold memories had we,
even though, each year was harder to outdo.
Soon, we chose to slow down making travel plans-
enjoy our domain more.
Right here, in our grasp- comforts of our abode;
river view, mountains, trails, plus a lovely pool.
Done with tiresome traveling- the thrill is gone;
replacing home sweet home!
July 6, 2020
Contest: Your Best Sapphic Stanza
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Survival is a progressively efficient viral machine outdoing all competition.
Survival is an effortless, yet taxing, mediocrity sweetened by gratification.
Today Survival is a swirl of societal expectations, social roles, all learned precepts pressing against a cruel animal-istic cerebral, itching to be free.
A repetitive monologue of moving forward with an infinite fog of variables that masks survivals purpose, and yet still provides comfort through knowledge-less normality.
Everything we see survives but, why?
We reach outward for guidance.
We reach inward for peace
We only know how to survive because we accept what we see
For when the last person remembers you,
You cease to survive.
By,
Nathan Reger
Strokes of pungent ink,
outdoing realities,
recovering the soul.
Follow me and walk down an avenue of Firs
To my Log Cabin you'll view, I'm sure you'll concur
Overlooking Loch Ness, look in the fields you'll see
A herd of beautiful Reindeer roaming so free
But it's when you look around, my world glistens
It started by walking to here, footsteps to listen
Crunching, crunching, crunching, white virgin snow
Where here it's normally dark, now it's all aglow
As we turn the corner many colours in radiate
Glistening amidst the white kaleidoscopic drape
Then to the cabin we view, lanterns of every colour
Hanging in joyful sway never outdoing each other
As we draw nearer through the arched window I see
So beautiful in adorn, a most lovely Christmas Tree
Through the door we enter, Sleigh Bells in the Snow
It's at this time of year, so many many smiles show
.
This life ain't right, so I'll just dream on/
Of you, our sex is on fire, I'm a king of Leon/
With you everything is just so in sync/
don't wanna miss a thing, so I don't blink/
My heart skips a beat, writes a rhyme, and bleeds for you/
I don't think, i don't want or could live a life without us two/
They say that there's always someone who's more perfect/
But you keep outdoing perfection, amazing just stays to reflect/
My only regret was not being enough to project/
confidence and looks that you couldn't reject/
I'm not perfect but baby I am worth it/
You're perfect but are you really worth it/
You say you're thankful but do I get anything in return?/
All I ask is for some love and a chance to have my turn/
To show you the world, one where you are the queen/
Your Prince Charming into a king, this is my dream/
All thanks to William Wordsworth, one of our greats
I wandered in my kitchen round
floating high on cocaine broaches
all at once guess what I found
a nest of golden cockroaches
inside the stove, beside the fridge
singing and dancing on every ridge
Continuous gold in costumes fine
eyes a-twinkling; looks of gay
parades in never-ending lines
the bug-stards out in full array
ten thousand I would estimate
with spindly legs on roller skates
They weaved and waved in glorious tune
to Bug Stars' hit "We're wild and free"
well good to make a poet swoon
to hear such perfect harmony
I gazed in wonder at this troupe
outdoing any pro rock group
Skilled crooners crooned while chorus girls
in-sync tap-tapped and showed slim knee
with hoops and loops and swirls and twirls
each pitch they met with practiced ease
involuntarily I swayed
blew air kisses in accolade
Now oft in bed when sleep eludes
in vacant and depressive mode
their scrabble on my mind intrudes
as on my food their sh-t they load
and then my heart with rue is stocked
cocaine's a bug-ger!! I'll smoke my socks!!
love is tender, love is kind
it's the magic, hard to find
love means sharing,all your fears
sometimes it makes you shed tears
love is to fulfill your dreams
it's eternal , never it gleams
love is the sense, to endear a soul
a virtuous passion,aspired to extol
love knows no boundaries nor race
in all tongues ,it embraces grace
love is glory of two hearts bond
outdoing visions, if you respond
love is a tune , inscribed in code
a verse which mellows to be an ode
Abbas Kiamiri
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