favorite
preferred, esteemed
prizing, revering, adoring
blanket, color, wasp, pain
hating, dooming, damning
scorned, despised
nuisance
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap
but by the seeds that you plant.
—Robert Louis Stevenson
A HANDFUL OF SEEDS-RLS
Plenipotentiary plea,
A handful of seeds; on bent knee.
Tilling the soil of the deceased,
As the sun rises in the East.
Before elements feed the seeds,
Praising Christ, plucking up the weeds,
Taking the win against the beast,
As the sun rises in the East.
Smiles, friendships, with sweat and tears,
Sprinkled with hope, warmth pioneers.
Thinking of Christ, helping the least,
As the sun rises in the East.
Prizing the kids, right from the start.
Rich, full of life ~ they are the heart.
All that are Christ’s will join the feast,
As the sun rises in the East.
You don’t call him Terrorist’
Who can’t dislocate a wrist:
Whose speeches do the plain harm
While he might not waste a farm.
His palms like ancestors bares,
Ancient styles promotes like wares;
He’d forgotten worldly cares,
Save open taunts of false heirs…
Less Terrorist Humorist
To whom East West is West East
And A K 47
Kills just 47…
He is no more terrorist
As the clothed is Nudist:
In speeches sues not for peace
And cares not when faces crease
Fears food cooked by his niece
And wife first asks to taste hers
In case Eater ends in hearse…
Strange ways of prizing his fame:
Free to Holy wedlock shame:
The marching to marriage lame;
Juliet’s love for Romeo tame.
Prizing self entails being true to who you are.
There are flaws and candles that ignite the air.
Man must determine his trifles and vision.
to be known for his victory, not his omission.
Everything vibrates and breathes with vitality.
"Life is the mind dwelling in a false reality."
Nothing can prevent fiery existence spread.
Life creates a graveyard amid careless dead.
Ponder the angel's conception of the woods.
Only a keeper knows where ring-dove broods.
Glad chirp feels cute; finds the angel happy.
Success is alike heaven; our steps are snappy.
In search of that mysterious, all-curing elixir.
Life is fleeting and puzzling; forewarn the mixer.
It is a force of its own that does not move time.
Hinting at and fathoming Divinity, life is sublime.
I revere you with a modest and cheerful smile.
Across words, I'll praise you with gaze for a while.
Fruitful awareness sees but can't touch the trees.
I worship you as a beauty that flows and foresees.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 06, 2023
Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
So sad when folks resent other’s successes
When so many offer them a warm handclasp,
Any person, to succeed, must learn processes
Then, success of their own is in their grasp.
All roads to success are paved with hard work
Commitment to a project and prizing the goal,
Not to other’s efforts offering belittling smirks,
But setting high standards and taking control.
Successful folks never resent another’s prize
But offer a helping hand and a pleasant smile,
For every success is wonderful in their eyes
They’ll help you succeed, going the extra mile.
Written March 31, 2022
I have a book of bones,
it props up bookend shadows
a frame and spine for all other books
as yet unearthed or published.
Poetry is all about bones,
it gives clouds bones,
myths their bones,
boneyards their bones.
A book being only images of bones,
has much white space between them,
there you will find delving writers
excavating words from bones.
Today I picked through the book,
prizing rib bones apart
seeking out a heart bone,
off course I found none
I found only a lot of words
for ‘Heart’,
However, some of those words
were actually invisible Love-Bones,
bones that held all other bones
and words - Together.
Joyfully I greet the year
Aspirations rising
New horizons drawing near
Untapped sources prizing
Apathy is cast aside
Raised are expectations
Yuletide and the New Year bring cause for celebrations.
02/01/19
( Can be sung to the tune of a famous carol!)
'January Poetry Contest' : Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
Oh, Bandit, what's your impish task
While sporting, sly, that little mask?
You seem quite innocent and frail
Yet the kitchen tells a different tale
Floor all messy, the counters, too
Paw prints that led straight to you
But while I had a penance planned
You're far too sweet to reprimand
Looking slumberous in your slouch
Reclining leisurely upon the couch
Soon you'll close those kitty eyes
And off you'll scamper to fantasize
Such fuzzy mitts you'll fuzzily flail
While prizing creatures, (and your tail)
I can't help query what you'll scheme
While making mischief in your dream
Though doubts, have I, it can't outdo
The pranks you pull while being You
But antics granted, here you'll stay
Because I'd have you no other way
So while you're "Plunder-On-All-Fours"
You've plundered, too, this heart ...
That's yours.
** FIRST PLACE in the "Picture Prompt: Write Me Something Funny" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Sponsor. **
Remember all those tea ads with the chimps on?
We’ll prostitute the Prague of Gustav Mahler
and desecrate the divas of La Scala.
Would Bart betray begettor Homer Simpson
(he’s not so much a whoreson as a pimp-son)
to get himself a Chevrolet Impala?
You bet he would. This is the Grab-It Gala.
The cripple pawns the plaster that he limps on.
In Pasadena, Pimlico and Perth,
the only thing we´ll go without is girth.
Where JP Morgan’s played by Colin Firth,
we airbrush self-awareness, muffle mirth,
and drown in plenty, blink at moral dearth.
We're always prizing price-tag, never worth.
A father tends to his children's fears
with sweet kisses while drying their tears.
And his hug embraces them with love,
prizing each as a gift from above.
Can you tell me of a father's kiss?
A lover acknowledges your past pain,
supporting you as you smile again.
And desire brews an erotic scent
as sweat drops and sexy thoughts ferment.
Can you tell me of a love like this?
A child reaps the innocence of youth,
a magical time of trust and truth.
And laughter's heard almost every day,
resounding in the echoes of play.
Can you tell me of such childhood bliss?
A man sees God in a starry sky,
and he's no longer afraid to die.
Faith doesn't require anything more
than he believes; to make his soul soar.
Can you tell me of truths I dismiss?
(Rhyme)
6/3/2016
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