Beautiful Loser
Successful
at failure
Whose wins
are lost
His battles
ridden
And conquests
gone
He tilts at
windmills
Where roads
dead end
All hope
inclement
As tears
— befriend
**
Primal Ordained
Looking
into the eyes
of a wolf
Is like staring
into
your soul
Not human
or animal
but primal ordained
Releasing
your fear
— his kinship foretold
**
The Sawtooths
The Sky
is the frame
that forever defines us
Our peaks
but a silhouette
in the last of its light
Horizon
to horizon
we sit at the center
Our summit’s
in reverence
— to its shining delight
**
At The End
You can’t manage
what can never be measured
Or hold tight
to what can’t be contained
In the beginning
you never win the race
Only at the end
— victory proclaimed
**
from their quadrants
quadruped
quarterfinalists
quarrelling
in quadraphonic
quadruplicity
are disqualified
for actually
being a
wanted
tetrad
only posing
as a quartet
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
There was a large stout man named Joe Brewer
Who once was a great tobacco chewer
Cut a quad
Chew the wad
Now with no teeth he gums the leaves fewer
Sipp'n on drinks
Walk'n outside
There she is
Beautiful as ever
Couldn't walk past
without saying hi
"You go here"
Yeah, You
"Yeah" ....
She caught my eye
And soon after my heart
Your pretty
"Nah you are"
Wrap'n arms around body ....
Same place we met
I whispered in her ear
"Will you be my girlfriend"
Let me think about it
Sike Nah, yeah
"yeah"
Kiss'n lips
I looked out the window
the light, streaming down
amongst the trees
reflecting on me
To walk amongst the trees,
a simple pleasure
Fresh scent of pine
mind , at ease
I heard birds,
shadows flying from tree to tree
My hand to touch
This roughness of bark
Such thoughts , absurd
How the deepening light,
changes the colour of the trees
I have seen this view
Three thousand and six hundred and fifty times
Memorised it too
Always a delight
The physical bonds that hold me,
are permanent...
Ten years ago,
the broken back,
shackled me so
I am amongst the trees
I never went away
For ,the mind is always free
Living another forest day
I cannot move,
the way I used to
The mind is never chained,
yet in this chair,
my body remained
To walk amongst the trees,
a simple pleasure
Thoughts to treasure
One day...
Please....
I feel,
yet I cannot touch
the trees
I feel the wind
Blowing through
I wish i could too
Slow silent tears fall,
the light streaming down
amongst the trees
I never went away...
I visited you...
every day...
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