Contest: Haven
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Written: 091226
Very often,
There was this place by the sea.
Although unhidden,
It was a perfect spot for me.
My great getaway,
A quiet place at the end of the day.
My hiding place.
It Sheilded me from the speedy race.
My sanctuary.
Secluded, causing a cease from hurry.
My haven.
There, the heart rests and preps for heaven.
My steal away.
It birthed a memory.
It declared war against worry.
My haven by the sea; My forever story.
full-blown ruby-red
reflects winter’s chill and woe
wanders past mirror
in dark home, queen ponders snow
preps duplicitous apples
The month of love arrives on cue
as January bids adieu,
and Cupid preps his bow and darts
to bind all lovers old and new.
And carefully, his path he charts,
and on his journey he departs;
for love is in the air once more,
and must be bound in lovers’ hearts.
For love will seek an open door,
and like a flood, inside will pour;
then through the sky like birds on wing,
the hearts of lovers start to soar.
For me, this love’s a year round thing
that always causes hearts to sing;
the notes of love felt deep within
are sealed by golden wedding ring.
February 2, 2026
In a bit of a funk
I sat down and thunk
Of a means to elicit a smile,
‘Til the old thinking cap
Sent a flash that said, “Tap!”
Which I haven’t performed in a while.
So I dug out my shoes
And wood board that I use,
Found a video there on the screen,
Then I followed the steps
Which the teacher first preps
‘Til at last I could do the routine.
With the music at last,
Just a wee bit too fast,
I was able to tap out the dance
And it lifted my mood
Though my efforts, if viewed,
Would cause looks I’d describe as askance.
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
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Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights,
nightstand shelved as bed post warming invites,
facade postpones ceiling beams gold strike streaks,
soleless soul flits swarming countenance cheeks,
dance preps off-Broadway show and a bit more,
mirror laughs hushed, smiles aloud, assured score.
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Hogwarts seedbed on windows, one attends,
self-mocked reflect face, sees the village ends,
pressed off, Hogwarts seedbed--windows, returns,
swings, tick, chime, digital, sands, time-take-turns,
midday passes, pinks-whites-brown creamy melts,
boredom still on, chips and pops up, rain pelts.
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Ain't an, Acro..., Aero..., Aquaphobic,
Where is love? Heal this ... Agoraphobic.
Silence, is loud
Heads in the cloud
Lived life to a point
Stopped to smoke a joint
Upon the grass so green
Reflections of all I have seen
Every dream
So it would seem
Vanish ,before my eye
Can't hold on no matter how I try
Or cry
Words fail
Dreams seem frail
Is love real
Must be nice to feel
Silence rings in my ears
Giving birth to new fears
Lost tears
Was it always this way
Lost in what next to say
Lost in neither the dark nor the light
Wasn't worth the fight
You know I'm right
What's the point
Pass that joint
Dreams come and go
As you well know
Broken dreams pave the way
To a new day
Yesterdays pain
What you call the stain
Life's strain
Preps you for your tomorrow
Lifts you above all sorrow
Or breaks you
This is true
Makes you dare
Or not care
That's fair
Words Fail
Go to facebook jail
Prison of the mind
Leave reality behind
All you see
Is all you be
Tick freaking tock
Beats the clock
Time passing by
Reasons I try
No tears to cry
Good bye
I won't be intimidated with plays
And ploys to keep me from the seat
They may unite and come up with ways
To get that vote and see to my defeat
Because I'm a threat to their plans
They talk behind my back
My followers put down everyday
But still my numbers grow to back,
me up on my running supporting my way
Saying my name as the fifth
With my name in my enemies mouths
It got me wondering how that's building me
For their exist some mouths
Mouths looking upto me
To rise up and be better than them
Big and bold are my steps
To try and get a foothold on their strengths
Cause times going I've got to stick to preps,
As I strategize to build them as strengths
For I'm an all inclusive leader
And on the day that I'll ascend that seat
They gonna feel my presence
They'll be lucky if they can handle my heat
Cause I'll be more than itch in essence
I'll be stain on the seat that they can't remove
With soft hushed slip-steps
They creep into my being
My sleepy mind preps
For all the things I’m seeing
They are the sleep sneakers
That invade in the night
Restlessness seekers
That dance without the light
The tales of dreary dreams
Show terror, fear or love
But Sleep sneakers seem
To form fit like a glove
There is no themed story
The meanings are unclear
There’s doubt without glory
Just a gnawing fear
Tonight there in my mind
As I settle in my bed
Those sleep sneakers may find
Dreams hidden in my head
Entry: "Second Chance for Your N-A" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
December 19, 2022
(HM)
Realized Dream
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine,
Sun hint suitcases in unkempt closet,
Copy of an E-ticket stretches trash,
Cellphone replenished, impotent ere long.
A bowl of flakes stifles in cooling milk,
Sunny nook preps up a stylish bud vase,
The label I hide on the wine bottle,
A meek proxy is flowerless again.
My front door astir, neighbors all gathered,
They told me of the psycho cat's demise,
No tipped refuse cans, injuries, and noise,
Hostilities quell, regrets swells the heart.
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach,
Two jugglers feats midst solo guitar strums,
Two cyclist clips between throngs set on foot,
Spellbound scenes of sunbathers plus swimmers.
2020 October 03
The good thing about the end of the world is,
For some, it never even began.
A world filled with hate, suffering and lies
And every kind of self serving alibi
I start back over so many times i forget it hurts.
This world is a lonely graveyard with darkening hearts
It strikes heartless and hard.
Days of thunder is like an arc above an ark.
The world is at its doomsteps it elevated to itself
Just another step in stonestep preps
Something to carve their name into,
thinking it will fulfill them
Its just a wasted shot with a wasted breathe
But though the darkness descends,
The dawn must recommence once again.
Each time we learned, new life had been birthed,
down deep where true love grows quite fast;
Our greatest hopes, as parents unearthed,
the sum of our love's storied past.
Daily our preps, made for good cheer:
Maternity clothes and bookstores,
A decorated nursery, then poof—toys appeared.
All the while knowing each day you grew more.
The parties and gifts overwhelmed us,
sheer love shown by family and friends.
Baby kicks made us giggle—a definite plus,
at a time nervously filled, by infant odds & ends.
Big Sis came in ninety, Little Sis ninety-four,
Perfect babies in every way.
Confirmations of Joy, we've come to adore,
Our Miracles of creation, by Potter and clay.
(Written and submitted on 7/17/2018, for the Olive Eloisa Guillermo–Fraser JOYS and TEARS of being AN EXPECTANT PARENT (mother-father) Cash Prize Poetry Contest)
Caveman preps for dating female mates
As he puts on fresh skins and pelts
Caught that day since everything was free
Oil from animal musk still ooze from pores
(To allure the delicate gender favors)
Killing prey is not exactly PETA friendly
ASPCA might have something to say
Millions of years hence so not to worry
Cave men speak Ugh which is short for ugly
He is going clubbing with his handy stick
Nowhere near Fifth Avenue I'm sure
A not so delicate creature blinks at him
Smiles from the bush with perceived approval
One bonk on the head is all it takes
He drags her by the dirty knotted hair
Back to his cave to live forever more
As husband and wife in ancient splendor
Life was simpler back then
a beaten path which leads to a place time forgot
this old dusty road lined with trees on either side
taking me back to the only place i've ever truly felt at home
surrounded by social misfits
mother goose, the orphans, the girls and their pimp
dilapidated houses bought out by the government
encircling a culdesac
somewhere out in the field of tall grass
lies a set of obsolete railroad tracks
beyond that a treeline
which comes to life with sound
cicadas, crickets, bullfrogs, katydids
the roar of the muddy flat bringing the bass
fireflies providing the accompanying lightshow
mother goose preps dinner for the invisible people
the orphans laughing as they chase the lightshow
the girls filing out single file behind their pimp
and i sit swaying on a porch swing
a sweaty ice cold glass of vodka in one hand
a smoldering cigarette in the other
here, there are no bills, no rules
no one to tell you "no"
here, a place that time forgot
i welcome you to come stay with me
on vandalia road
Here comes the ugly one
Looking sad and wearing black those stupid preps all laugh because she looks fat
Trying to ignore the comments she walks looking at the floor since she doesn't say a word
They shout more ugly words The jocks throw there footballs at her and the anorexic sluts just laugh she's teased in Science P.E and even Math everyday the same routine she runs into her room and cries.
She thinks that no one cares If she just curled up and died she grabbed some lipstick and put it on her lips she grabbed her long black skirt and then started to rip .
At the corner of her eye she spotted a pointy blade she slashed her wrists until her vision started to fade suddenley she fell collapsing on a towel and as she was dying she looked up at the doctor and said "AM I PRETTY NOW!"
A Sinners Prayer
In the darkness of night let the sinner appear
In the form that he is, which is the essence of fear.
When his soul is revealed it’s ugly and black
It preps for the battle of Satan’s attack.
The feeling of joy that comes with abuse
Is a thrill like no other when he lets it all loose.
A hate filled world is all that he wants
The souls of the weak are the souls that he haunts.
When the devil appears it is evil he seeks
And the soul of the sinner is open and weak.
The king is the light that floods out the dark
And helps all the sinners find a new start.
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