I look around and observe.' How poetry exists in the world.' In the world made
By His Word..Yet do we really acertain?
Do we personally pertain? Self seek self
Search? Whatever comes.' To reach far in
This existence..To take no heed of time or
Distance.' Or do we delegate. Any chance
To interject in the whirling dance.' Of atoms
Hope, joy and pain.' Do we blanche and turn away again.? And leave it to someone
In royal or lavish robes, to decrepit to pare
The nails from their toes.' What do we know of their human heart.? Compared to our own.' Is that not where to start.? Because its where we all will end.' As before Yeshua
All will bend, to fall or stand.? As satan will
Deep into his home, alone built by his stubborn and reprobate will.' So taste of life, you'll find only one, true one; from birth to re-birth
In Gods Holy; True Loving Son.)
Bucolic frolic or supersonic & demonic
Alcoholic demands in the stands vitriolic
Iconic rollick or quite simply HEADonic
England so shambolic at fans’ behest
So chronic plans for a Baz Ball inquest
Ironic still curious why the rest are furious
Spurious contest they know which way’s best
Histrionic tease they jest please don’t be a pest
Scorn who’ve worn the Lions crest on their chest
Suggest fire’s the ire…ferocity of pomposity detest
Tire of dire quagmire but we’re blessed with a zest fest
Everyone complains about the vain inane campaigns
Disdain of the stain of their refrain just won’t restrain
Pain again explain is plain what does pertain to a Test
Ashes conquest no longer a contest our own Everest
We frown they clown around go to town double down
How very dare you review from your pew not impressed
We guessed they quickly confessed only one way remains
We’re profane..they’re insane our hopes down the drains
They insult with this cult as Baz Ball without Brains reigns.
Tinkerbell was thrown in the pokey with hookers and thieves four.
She tried to fly her way past the police chief and out the door.
The detectives were angry now; she had almost gotten away.
You have to stay, they said sternly, you have to stay!
But I am a fairy, not a human, your laws don’t pertain to me!
She pleaded and begged and threatened to bring the calvary.
Why was she arrested? Peter Pan asked, coming into sight.
Her flashes were obscene, she was showing off a red light!
But it’s Christmas eve, said Santa, who had come in to help.
His reindeer were waiting on the roof, eating mussels and kelp.
The policemen finally let her go but made her change up her light.
“You guys are easy!” she yelled as she and Santa flew out of sight.
Must we honor the promises we make in dreams?
The same moral aspects would pertain, it seems,
and fate would (if the rules of justice still apply),
a dream's blissful amorous rendezvous, deny.
Must I live my waking life bound by dream pledges?
It's too much to trim Scarlett Johannson's hedges.
A tear on your cheeks that meets your lips,
A soft plight on sight, that seeks your taste,
Dance of your name on my bare tongue,
Wants me turn bare, into sweet summer love,
I know only your name,
And I dance on it,
My each cell sparks at your only name,
In my whole being, I, pertain to be yours,
No name to me, only yours, only yours.
As the man walks alone he sees the joy from the counsel that has become the Pharisees.
They have given the oath of rituals that pertain to the past and not for the future.
Looking at the actions and expectations, he sees them like the corrupted Phrarisees.
What they have done is go against the Edenic beauty of nature!
Entitlement at young ages is the poison of love!
At young ages they have for fame and dishonor sacrificed their purity!
The red blood has left the once peaceful and love -filled dove!
It is now a blood-stained corpse that has lost it’s purity!
Shifting their gears to the left on an empty tank!
Has allowed them to become morally bankrupt!
They want a bridge and residence to make their bank!
Their family and views have lead all their morals to become corrupt!
In the beginning if you cannot build with me to become my partner!
Then do not have the expectation for me to make you my life partner!
"According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue." Peter 1:3 of the King James Bible
Blest to blossom midst bestowments' bliss
compassion calls for courageous concern
driving dreams toward divine delight.
March 6, 2025
2nd place, "Write Three Beautiful Lines" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/7/2025
do blessings we pray for pertain to form
or do we seek God’s touch, tender and warm?
Reach, the heavens blue sky fall beneath
thou journey unforeseen story
The soul thriving everyday survivor breathe
we pertain the endurance to live
Soul of mankind reality I exist only
beaten down to one knee my kneel
But I will not lay down my arms
my reach within my grasp
My last breathe be my success
though I am still less to them
I am me myself my portrait paints
not the pain I suffer my eyes
But a spirit arose from the grave
I reach deep inside darkness
My belief I can be anything I desire
other than what they make me
I am different in myself my walk
be of one in itself am I saved
Deaths burning desire I do not fear
it comes not quickly in haste
But the experience to learn my ability
that I reach for stars above
There, I belong as moon lights the dark
my reach far more you not know
The one that died inside just to be me
a darkness covered beneath soul
Beneath the sun-kissed sky of Coastal California's domain,
Where Pacific waves meet the land, an eternal refrain.
Golden shores stretch along the rugged terrain,
A canvas painted with nature's utmost pertain.
Majestic cliffs rise with stoic grace,
Overlooking the ocean's vast embrace.
Seagulls glide on the breeze, a ballet in the air with grace
As the salty mist weaves tales without balance.
Beneath the azure sky, dolphins play,
With joyful leaps and flips, they lead the way.
Silhouetted against the sky so sunny,
Their laughter echoes, in a complete harmony.
Whales, majestic giants of the deep,
Gracefully traverse the waters, secrets to keep.
In rhythmic dance, their tails let tales slip,
Of distant journeys and ancient trails to keep.
Surfers ride the waves with skill and grace,
Chasing the rhythm of the ocean's embrace.
As the swell rises and the tide pulls in balance,
They become one with nature, in the Pacific’s embrace.
In the rich story of life—moments float and sway
An innocuous glow of thankfulness ignites the soul
A sturdy stance of gratitude entails a virtuous array
Spread all virtues—never tumble into a hole.
Profits from asset auditing—are cruel to amount.
Since there exist too many advantages to count.
Holding a diary of praise—is an honor to fount.
Appreciation and delight serve as a memorial
Gratitude enhances life—echt for math tutorial
Clears the soul of sorrow and pain, pictorial
Thanks soothe, boost the future, and shine the way
Life's epic theatrical soliloquy—until man is whole
Let us pick such noble ethics—ranks wall mount
And let your ilk heart— pertain to be manorial.
1st place contest winner
Laid bare far beyond civilizations glare, sank the ever-defiled bowels of a forgotten lair.
Nameless, voiceless and visually uncertain,
a silhouette hidden behind an ebony curtain,
as though it itself is unsure to pertain
any what description of its own existential pain.
It rots, an inexorable stench permeates the air.
Behold the Titan whose size boasts beyond compare.
Clouds and mists of fetid odor, scurry across the dark skies and forever over.
A haunted smell, wrought from a carcass from hell, where the vengeful dead stubbornly dwell.
Abandoned beyond those ebony mountains, whose dying blood flows forth from damnable fountains.
Joining oceans of red, always starved but always fed, from the Titan who lies dying upon his ebony deathbed.
An Angel of death,
uttering words upon shimmering breathe
of a means to cheat death.
She came, she flew on wings of a darken hue
To teach of a prayer which could undo.
But it was not to be,
to allow the dead to see
And so banished was she.
Deep beneath the heavens maw
Deeper betwixt shadows bound by lights law.
Alone, in darkness she lay
with no Sun to declare any time of day.
Alone, she could only pray
that her children would find their way.
Whose children yet still adore
The Angel who spoke of a distant shore
Where the dead could do more
Than suffer and writhe in pain
A distant shore that was sure to pertain
A lasting happiness to forever reign.
Azathoths children were left with a taste
Of knowledge incomplete, feeling it a waste
They sought to dig further into the grave of heresy
That their mother had unearthed for them to see
And even though it was not to be,
They continued to unearth the dead to see
what they could once more become and be.
Are you thinking about your child whether
alone can take steps to measure?
Can she attend social interaction
to take a view in total?
Are you upset for kids to go
away from home, though you didn't show?
Do you feel a sense of loss of purpose,
or stress feelings that your mind crosses?
These symptoms pertain to ‘empty
nest syndrome’ makes parents testy.
Keeping one's mind engaged with work the whole day
brings back peace in the soul.
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psyches of all bards and writers
synchronized crowd swimming in waters
yuppies and brave souls unheard by all
chanting audience in an imaginary stall
hearts we hide as words unfold
on paper and scrolls, always young never old
lasting ink or cellphone battery so strong
of thinkers and scribblers of prong
genetics of poetry or honed skill
your poetry in a song that inspires and fill
only the strong survives and remain
filaments of musing, project and pertain
poetic justice is justice for all
or no balance like a bouncing ball
ever and never will an artist to surrender or fall
triumphant in all writings, big or small
remnants of your undying soul
yours is the scepter and crown and tiara
like winner takes all
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