my best friend knows my stories, has my back, laughs with me
He and I share two dogs, they are our babies, Maxie and Maddy
We are silly enough to call ourselves their mommy and daddy
Been together for fifty-seven years, my best friend and me
My best friend misses me when I am gone, which is a rarity.
We are evenly matched in wit and wisdom, in complete parity.
My friend and I both have hazel eyes and dark hair, but I dye mine.
We take turns napping now, because babies want one up all the time.
There are so many reasons that I love my best friend, impossible to choose.
He knows me better than anyone else; can find anything I misplace or lose.
Knows what foods to buy, so he does the grocery shopping.
He also does the laundry, this man is a dynamo who is forever hopping.
We can finish each other’s sentences,
so claim we are redundant all the time.
I guess the best thing about my best friend
is that since 1968 he has been mine.
Parity e y e s, potency f l i p s!
String bean was asked about his lips,
Stretched out for drink of cool water.
The desert wind, so hot, brought her -
“Long Tall Sally,” with spikes of glass;
With blue skies, standing in the grass.
He strums the strings of Summer sun.
Short rays of envy track the fun.
His work is known around the Earth
This ploughman lad of lowly birth
He wooed and won the lassies braw
His Jean the fairest of them aw
He honoured such as mice and men
And friendship flowed beneath his pen
Of parity and justice wrote
A line that I take leave to quote
“That man to man the world o’er
shall brothers be...” can’t ask for more.
Diverse his works, out of his time
The man who gave us “Auld Lang Syne"
Throughout the adventures of creation,
We've seen diversion and parity abound.
Allowing rhyme and reason to co-exist peacefully,
While we all rummage through the lost and found.
The journey has lent itself to misunderstanding,
As structure and status confused many along the way.
Since the latticework for some would be hierarchal,
Mutual support among a team was seen to play.
Historically, we've seen foundational fractures,
As divergent fuels feed frustration and fear.
Because some views could see better or worse than,
Instead of simply different, evolving every year.
This road continues to wind and appear lengthy,
With few rest stops, both far and in between.
Allowing humanity a brief glimpse of the horizon,
Hopefully moving forward, to avoid the obscene.
Caution may be constant and persistent, though
The benefits are often shallow or extreme.
Yet my vision will remain optimistic, that we
Can be different, as well as, equal in this dream.
My short story continues with this insightful excerpt:
A Century Turns: Soviet Union's Life Expectancy: II
"A fictional perspective of articulating an ambitious nature that hinges on varied facts," ... by the Poet.
And now ... the school bell has rung. The park that he pleasures in both muscularity and mentality, ills in parity--in a nutshell--the school has taught him that the eraser is the better half of a pencil. It is always the seldom used that comes to the aid and heals the whole abused. That illuminating factor was his focal point that would encourage his future from the descension of the crown, and to the ascension of communism's embrace.
About scriptural paradox, "No one who
comes to Me will hunger," book of John
answers, albeit at surface value, aplomb
nature believers' satisfaction that they too
disburden all. Book of Matthew in that it
lights, "Blessed those who hunger," oath
everybody who seeks in need will receive.
Lesson: Teaches a somewhat juxtaposition
insights side-by-side parity as it's entitled.
True believers hunger for God, He satisfies.
A complex domain
Of subatomic particles
And the dynamics of
Physics which works
predicts the existence
Of a novel tetraquark
Compositions of beauty
Charm quarks and two-light
antiquarks schematic predi-
tions might one remind the
other The introduction to
Schematic.
Strong forces from the
exploration of centric functions.
The visible; at the core of this
Exploratory parts of exploration
lies the enigmatic fundermental
strong force.
Central to this understanding are the
therory of Quantum chromodynamics
all which governs the interactions of
strong interactions.A handful of funder
-mental particles known as quarks,
engage in intriguing interactions by
exchanging gluons.
Glouons create all the composite submatter
that eventually form all the visible matter of
the universe.
Words where clarity is needed include,( which
Is listed undefined) hadron, mesons, pions, quark
antiquarks,baryons, protons, exotic hadrons, gluons,
Abd glueball.Spin and parity, experimental or discovery.
Production and detection to unlock its full potential.
Bound isoscalar axial vector.Antidiquark and diquark
undefined.
Stoicism stands for wisdom,
Virtue and success,
Education,
Information,
Beat a gritty guess.
Virtue is the guiding force,
Of values that remain,
Honesty and clarity,
Promote a greater parity,
That modesty and charity retain.
Stoicism stands for truth,
In what we say and do,
Standing tall,
Is after all,
A harmony of two.
If you shake the money tree,
Shake it for a cause,
Love’s election,
Not perfection,
Settles for a pause.
My love cares not if one breaks cosmic laws
Draping deft kisses on cracked cratered flaws
Explicit union meets with apt applause
Bathing in morns reflect - the reveal transparent
Swathed solid sphere of rock - fierce beams glow apparent
My near face held captive locked to the Earth
With an allure that pulls high tides with mirth
As each wave heaves from the realm of my girth
Yet, there is my far side - my face eyes cannot see
Optical Illusion - will parity seek thee?
Like a stranger whose presence breeds wry pause
My unique unseen, loves kiss inapparent
What the human eye is yet to unearth
We radiate as one, both sides agree
Some see serenity in parity
Some seem open to disparity
An institution as old as the hills
Marriage is marked with unclarity
Some people unable to think straight
Champ at the bit, they just can’t wait
To make the mistake that seals their fate
Only to wake up when it’s too late
Worse-befallen are the ones who see
Right through their mate’s real he or she
And nevertheless, opt to go ahead
Further on folly upping the ante
“When we got married, things went worse”,
Say most people after they divorce
Success so scarce some call marriage
A miscarriage and a failed discourse
The ups and downs of married life
The rifts and shifts being so rife
Monologue the vogue, madness galore
Better no longer remain man and wife
Better unmarried and live on single
Than with the wrong type marry and mingle
If you are happy with unwedded life
Forget marriage. Resist the tingle!
Should you get married and then divorce
Beware not to sink yourself in remorse
It won’t be easy, but do cheer up
For a better life, you must change the course
*Image of Cardinal & Rose by WatsonWR.
The Friendly Strangers
The Cardinal dodged its harpy,
And hides amongst a Rose,
The Cardinal notes its sturdy,
The Rose's regal pose.
The Rose's blossom velvet red,
The Cardinal blend and,
The parity of the Rose stead,
The Cardinal friended.
The Rose petals opened and spread,
The Cardinal wings too,
The dangerous predator fled,
They both had guessed it flew.
The Cardinal now unafraid,
The Rose smelled of relief,
Thanks, the Rose for the masquerade,
Parts bird and bud in grief.
2023 January 09
*10th Place*
SECOND CHANCE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 January 18
*RZ & HMS.
Whoever is alert
Seeks to some point assert.
Your thoughts need not round cruise
Or a search start for clues...
He's a security,
Safety—Priority,
For prized alacrity,
Help to authority,
Eyes on obscurity;
Life has no parity:
Whoever is alert
Can fat danger avert,
Swoop on a crazed pervert,
To The Right him revert;
Prowlers picking their names,
Crooks beating in their games
On even days gone grey,
Lens swinging either way...
Though the worst still emerge
And us ready for dirge!
A DIFFERENT DISTANCE
In the depth of my dreams I proceed
On a winding path to a mystical place
Although each world is mostly new
There’s always some hint of similarity
Joyful and scary aim to achieve parity
Yet generally blurred, lacking clarity
On waking I can’t describe the view
As it’s just out of reach, lost in space
But the effects are real, yes, indeed
I have not travelled in a physical way
Just in some lesser part of my brain
Maybe the journey is a pilgrim route
The wanderings restricted to the mind
With no sense of arrival of any kind
And never a name to remember I find
A silent song as Spring’s green shoot
I don’t know the verses, just the refrain
Yet few of those places I wish to stay
Quite unlike this real waking world
Through the crowds to reach my work
I smell the air and hear traffic noise
Where I walk and even run in the rain
I could maybe drive or take the train
Yet when dreaming, I may be insane
Sometimes even the fantasy annoys
As the nightmare serpent is uncurled
Can the day ever be seen,
Where we respect differences among us all?
Or must our obedience to an
Angry God, force a hand to build a wall?
If morality is justly placed, the
Spread of power must be even and diffused.
Where all are given parity, and the
Truth will be observed, not refused.
Because when we open our eyes and mind,
The roots of chaos are sown buried and deep.
While they strangle the harvest of humanity,
Without a season so it will never sleep.
This issue can be seen globally,
Traversing time and continents with its reach.
Yet the conclusion has created a divide,
With a corrupt answer leftover to teach.
And while mankind seeks a lawful remedy,
With a color spectrum filtered by black and white.
Hope and faith may survive a universal
Reality, that's forever present between wrong and right.
*Image of Gender Gap by TLNT.
Parity Parody
I was just twenty, was young and healthy, and I said let's dance,
Turned to you Big Ben, said, first kiss say when, you said not a chance.
I was now thirty, I played a small bit, sort of a big hit,
They made me a clown, the small kids attacked, Pennywise from IT!
I planned at forty, thought to be sporty, got you a "Hottie"
Till out of the cake, in his birthday suit, grandson went potty.
I knew at fifty, what do I get for one with everything,
That's when you said a set of Bone China, two cats from Beijing.
I had turned sixty, said you're pretty, but I said something dumb,
Turned where glass is, eyes like molasses, I said you're wearing them!
2022 August 15
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