With lank longish hair, of virtue most spare
Hollow cheeked, with joints that creak..An elderly evil proponent of deaths i see there is a reek a pungence of cadavers in such abundance, he knows not where he has buried children a'plenty Grandfathers their
Wives, but then for satan he strives.' He must at least rank as a liutennant skull and
Cross bones on his pennant, a trace of accord..He has trodden the boards floors he is invisible on the black squares.' And will never give up his share.' He mooted for
Guvenor of Gaza, no other i dare could
Show such brass neck.' Of tony blair, who will
Be, no doubt? flexing his ropey old pecs.'
Safe and effective..' Championed by its
Nazi proponent.' It was defective
And then-some.'
Santa’s village was on the edge of reconstruction and renovation.
the elves were excited, they held a parade and massive celebration.
Electronics, cell phones and I-pads are sought by children of today.
The workshop was full of antiquated equipment to toss away.
No one wanted wooden blocks or dolls that talk or wiggle.
They still had a filing cabinet of Barbie dolls that had a giggle.
Super hero items are now the absolute must-have rage.
They needed to delete obsolete toys that never reached a finished stage.
Santa’s reindeers were dancing around all joyful too.
They were on permanent break, for deliveries now came through Lou.
Lou was the head elf, and a big proponent of Amazon Prime.
So the reindeers could lay around and dine, all of the time.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
Whether it’ll be planned or not, you’ll always be
in my thoughts.
Crazy romantic, chilled and laid-back — I hope it
will go well.
I’ll try my best to make you happy — I’ll call the
shots.
We’re gonna be singing, laughing, crying — I can
tell.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
Every time I close my eyes, I start to think of you,
and everything we could do.
We could kiss and dance in the rain, just live in
the moment.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
We could go on a car trip and just sing our
hearts out — or I’ll serenade you
just to make you smile, ‘cause you own it.
We could just go crazy and do something
stupid — whatever it may be, that’s the main
proponent.
Dear girl I’ve never met,
I’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy and
healthy.
If something’s wrong, just express it all to me.
I’ll always do my best, even though I might not
be wealthy.
I just hope when we meet you’ll see what I see —
a beautiful girl who’s worth anything,
and captured my heart so stealthily.
a proponent of astral travel
I flew into the outer limits of the milky way
the planets smiled at me
I felt they were cheering me on
since this is a dream
I needed no special equipment
flying without oxygen or wings
enjoying the boundlessness of open air
my body felt better now than when I was in my twenties
my asthma and shingles are gone
my arthritis is a distant memory
I feel alive, and loved
should I land on another planet or keep flying?
I loved knowing that whatever happened,
it is my decision and no one else’s
I decided to stay here, where I feel beloved
Sadly he died. Tennis court side' a critc of Novac
And proponent of fact checks, many years stating
Scores checking stats, opening doors grand slam
Tours. newsroom floors.' Maybe often in make-up?
Gave many a take-up. dead, now at the Davis cup
To be sure!.And good words from 'the champion'
Whose name. has been 'stamped upon' the cup just
Time and again ..Djocavic's not being held
This time. a hotel prisoner, just for speaking his mind
On truth as he sees it.' On God given health by design'
Mike Dickenson, sure gave it him; large' by volleys of
Inches and yards, because he beleived i suppose? In all
Of the vitrolic prose.' And then again? his d m; was also
pushing real hard.'
Born of Silicon and Oxygen, you hide in the Earth,
Formed in shapes sizes of dust and rocks, and heavy boulders;
Midst costly gems and stones and jewels, you have august worth,
Electricals and opticals intertwine your folders...!
Crystal and white and red and pink and green in their pure forms,
Like flowers and birds and beasts in various shades and shapes;
Prism-like pristine kaleidoscopic elegance conforms,
As glass, concrete, mortar, or jewel show perfect stapes...!
A proponent of optimism; you are a sign of luck,
Polished Prefabricated you perpetually shine;
With diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires, when you are stuck,
The charm of your fusion goes beyond the enchantment line...!
Particles of the sun and moon and the stars in you thrive,
Fine alloy midst alloys, O quartz, fond feelings you revive...!!!
I am a self-confident sort of person
Very aware of what I know for sure,
A strong proponent of truth-telling
Separating out the obvious manure.
Considering various points of view
Trying to arrive at fair conclusions,
I am willing to debate with anyone
Oft coming away with contusions.
I really don’t care for know-it-alls
Who think they have all the answers,
Contradicting to foment an argument
To me, they’re like noisy cancers.
I’ve learned it is better to listen
And learn from those who know
Than to speak up and be wrong,
And let my gross ignorance show.
If I’m quiet, I’m listening to you
I’m interested in the facts you lay out,
And I’m soaking up new information
So, the next time I’ll have my spout.
Written October 7, 2022
Some days do not go quite the way that you planned;
surprises will often fall right in your lap.
Today, such a day, but all ended quite grand;
inflexible schedules can become a trap.
So did I leave chores on the table undone?
They’ll be there tomorrow; of this I am sure.
My son-in-law and I both worked and had fun;
the rain’s coming soon, but the gutter’s secure.
Plus, as a bonus, I saw all the mayhem,
like Greer getting undressed to race through the yard.
A stray and the watchdog, just hanging out, playin’;
you don’t get much done when you’re laughing so hard.
Although of plans, I’m a general proponent,
life can be sweet when you live in the moment.
Can we ever truly right the wrongs of the past?
Seems to me what was done cannot be undone,
And I am not a proponent of crippling remorse
So, let’s just face facts, as they were, and resolve
To learn from our mistakes, moving steadily on.
Must we pay the price for our ancestors’ follies,
Recalling that reparations will never be enough?
After all, we cannot reach those who were hurt,
We cannot undo their terrible pain and suffering.
I am convinced we must not reward poor excuses
Who wallow in unnecessary self-pity over time,
But reward those who rise above their travesties
Working toward equal rights and responsibilities
For the civil betterment of our inclusive society.
Written July 31, 2022
A catholic priest from the Scottish highlands,
Scotus treaded a nonconformist philosophic path,
deviating from the high middle age mainstream,
for his doctrines of realistic beliefs he was maligned.
Digressing from the prevalent dualist tenet of his times,
he denied the distinction between essence and existence,
the abstract concept of living in monism perception
led him to propose the notion of univocity of being.
He countered the contention of divine illumination,
ensuring derivation of precise and pure knowledge,
in situations where the thinking process was fallible,
like the rejection of immaculate conception of Mary.
Proponent of metaphysical introspect contemplation,
for him theology was the practical science of God,
deciding the ultimate union of the liberated soul
with the divine trinity through love in the eternity.
________________
March 25, 2022
Contest : John Duns Scotus
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Why make everything complex
Complicate, replicate, concave, or convex?
I am a strong proponent of simplifying
If there’s a problem, it’s for rectifying!
written November 29, 2021
A Republic, getting more Marxist by the minute.
Waiting to see all on Capitol Hill, in Mao
jackets, a most nunique, Communist fit.
Don’t forget us, the people you use.
To lie to us, and use TV and social media
to be a propoganda tool for your views.
Few ...are the Americans who value life.
You, Mr, President, a proponent of world
wide abortion and strife!
This is no surprise , you care little for my
children or my dear wife.
I dream of a Taliban sword removing their
heads with a knife.
Compassion is not a word that will ever
apply to you.
You must be a descendant of those who~
murdered millions of Jews.
I may be killed, along with my family, so,
I want you to know, that you left us
sitting in total fear,on Taliban death row.
I speak to you through a poet’s voice!
If people who read this sit and do nothing,
they leave us with no choice!
I am sure you remember 9/11??
The number us who will be murdered now
is far beyond that times seven.
This is the 9/11 come to return.
Do something, help us before we are
slashed, beheaded, shot or burnt!
8/25/2021
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She no longer wears a habit, our nun.
Does this make her less holy?
Certainly not.
She has been called penguin, our nun.
By those who have not been called to serve
And are confused by her faith.
She does not seek extra attention, fortune or fame.
She works selflessly
Helping others
She spends her life mothering children not of her loins
But all God’s children, for she believes we all are.
Sometimes uplifting them more than their flesh mothers
She works tirelessly, our nun
Even if we are not Catholic, we can claim her.
She belongs to the world, a proponent of Godliness and the trilogy.
Written 5-23-2020
Contest: Nun Poetry Contest – free verse
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Sandy Sue is the expert after all
Our determined mother said smugly.
She is the one who understands psychology
Better than any of you ever could.
We three have no knowledge of psychology
because we are still five, six, and seven
in Mom’s mind, so we sit quietly,
eagerly awaiting the expert’s arrival.
Sandy Sue is mom’s hairdresser, a proponent of self,
super confident, without impediment of college degree at all.
She whirls in to straighten us out, to psychoanalyze us.
Concerned in no way that we each have a doctorate in psychology.
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