A poetry contest! With multiple prompts
Now here’s our big chance to shine
What new delights will our poets write?
I wonder, will they outrank mine?
Themes include: letters, fast food,
coming home, shelter, sleepless nights
crumbling, curiosity, power outages too
So much potential! So much we could write!
I’m filled with -curiosity-
about what splendid new poems this’ll birth
I’ll submit mine, with a wink and a rhyme
and a cheeky hope it might come first
octopus, as I study you
your geneology is not tried and true
alien DNA is what you have, my friend
i wish could talk to clear up this trend
your extensive genome has great complexity
with thirty thousand coding genes, you outrank me
are you from mars, venus or is pluto your extension?
your problem-solving skills are beyond my comprehension
octopus, as I study you
I am confused, what can i do?
who can I ask?
maybe only you.
Business As Usual
LeftBrain dominance
is fully over-invested
in the highly suspect theory
That Patriarchal/Capitalist monocultural
monotheistic intent
is fundamental to gospel
good news creation stories
and messianic anthro/divine nondualistic narratives
In which Spiritual StraightMen protagonists
outflank
and dualistically outrank
unnatural wicked EarthFeminists.
My Mother, My Mother.
My Mother, I’m blessed to have you.
My Mother, a Father when he departed.
My Mother, the Sister I never had.
My Mother, my third Wife.
my mother, be proud, for as you taught me, only our God and His Mother outrank you.
My Mother, a true Mother.
My Mother,
Bold and Brave.
I feel more than a little out of place
As if my trusty pen does deface
The paper, that lies stubborn, blank,
My words hang heavy and outrank
My thoughts, which battle to clear
But struggle in a fog of fear.
I try hard to shake the demons out,
I will not sink to harbour doubt
Or turn to lay claim to fragility,
Fractured phrases mar ability
And jumbled lie and make no sense,
Cause rifts to form in competence.
I want to leave an inscribed trail,
To succeed where odds are set to fail,
To make a difference to the world
And use my pen with fingers curled
To hold the precious gift and savour
Writing truth without fear or favour.
I hope my words will fill a need,
Defend all of our freedoms, that lead
To providing power, to build, renew
And abandon weak words; join the few
Who have learned to wield a mighty pen
That defeats the brutal acts of men.
Evil might not be specifically based
Its head emerges when something’s erased
That leads to censoring our creations
It’s not linked just to religion or Nations.
At first subversive it rises and shatters
All I hold dear - and to me this matters.
something here feels so right
even though we differ like day and night
when our hearts take over, we are shown the way
our natural love shines through sincerely with no delay
i never thought God would lead me to you
for much too long i had not a clue
opposite personality and all i love you just as you are
so hard yet so simple everything about you is precisely up to par
despite all the changes, you still make me stop and stare
about you, i will never change a thing, for every fiber of you is well beyond compare
the unconditional love that you give to me....no one can outrank you
this is why i end this lil ditty by saying a lovingly heartfelt THANK YOU....
Journalism!
My gold dream,
So out competing it's.
Sighted by a crowd.
Embraced by few.
Outrank on screen it's.
I love journalism!
Journalism!
Adventurous it's.
Sounds of rockets in netherworld,
Not about to transfix a journalist,
But only sought-after,
I love journalism!
Journalism!
It's a dream in me,
A dream of gold and my cheese!
I want to fit in the press shoes,
Now I got to write, report and broadcast.
Journalism don't gravity me!
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© T.m.T scripts
cut it, don't look back
don't look down
what are you doing?
the camera's eye is spinning involuntarily
but it's not aimed at you
don't get smug
you'll forget your lines
and your actions seem forced
don't think, act
that's what you're paid to do
look pretty and give a convincing mirage or two
you've repeated it over, verbatim
but now the words just won't come
don't say them, become them
put your body into them
don't muster up the truth
the lies will become you
that's entertainment
the rules are unwritten
but spoken in complete horror if forgotten
riding a wave that must come to a halt
you'll never work this business again
fake it, sell it, mold it
whatever you're feeling, feel something else
bury the burden, bury the hatchet
reach into the open with a smile and a nod
"everything's okay"
oh pretty marionette
lest we forget our lines
don't put on the regrets
but sell it, fake it, mold it
curtain call, lights flash off
the limelight lands on a bare stage
get ready for a brand new story
one where the ending doesn't quite outrank the beginning
that's entertainment
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