HATE’S MONGERING GRIEF
(A Couplet Quintet)
Hate attempting to destroy love,
Has yet to realize loves permanency:-
While Hell’s fires have their longevity,
They’re no match for the waters of love:-
Remember, Pontius did not wash hands with love,
As did Jesus with the washing of his brother’s feet:-
Buoyed and/or swimming in waters of love,
Will always surpass burning in the fires of hell:-
In every experience in the life we live,
Where love resides, hate cannot abide:-
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my blessed little Sister!
When we were young, Papa always called
You “Black Patti”! Now we know why:
A Senryu Quintet Tribute To “Black Patti (1868-1933): **
For My Sister, Sula “Black Patti” Baye (08/25/1943)
Water gives rivers life
I swanee, “Black Patti” gave
Life to the songs she sang:-
“Black Patti” felt that
Singing songs was to her, as
Sunshine to flowers:-
When “Black Patti” sang,
Flowers flooded world stages:
Concert Halls, sold out!
She was Mitilda
Sissieretta Jones: singing
Abolitionist!
Black Patti, rather
Than Adelina Patti, was
Their Era’s Greatest!
**When others sit down and do oursrorical research,
They will know why Papa gave you that honor. Go
And enjoy another blessed year, perpendicular to
Earth and Heaven. To God Be The Glory. In the
Onederful oneness of the onement of Extended
Family, Peace And Love, your favorite Brother,
Deac.
OF FOOD AND WARRING
(A TANKA QUIENTET)
Juxtaposed bombs fall…
Food’s down, starvation rising…
Death…collateral…
Thus, war’s new reaping of death:
Food uprooted and destroyed:-
Food’s an enemy,
Seeking to eat, deadly:
Starvation killing:-
Thus, be war’s new strategy:
Piled skin covered skeletons:-
Ironically,
All this is merely Breaking News!
War’s politicking:
Pontificating power;
Not nourishing peace and love:-
May these fruitful thoughts
Excite your hunger for peace
And its divine love:-
Not living in peace is bad.
Not seeking to is much worse:-
Let’s not be sorry,
Rather, in our awareness,
Let’s get rid of war:-
Where there’s no peace, wherever,
There can’t be peace anywhere:-
It’s still summer time now!
But it will end soon.
When Fall comes, sun is low.
There will still be sun and moon.
Leaves from trees fell slow.
Bombs begetting bombs,
War mongers are safe and sound;
Others being bombed:
The bombing of others reaps
Bloody power over them
No matter who dies,
Nuclear war bombing pays off;
Bombs begetting bombs:
Millions spent creating bombs;
Trillions reaped from their bombings:-
War is a business,
Nuclear bombs produced and sold;
Low cost drones offered:-
War is for power;
So is capitalism:-
Just do the homework:
Democracy is one thing;
Power control, another:-
Watch the news on war today:
It’s about finance; not life:-
Why not target peace?!:
What peace reaps is beyond cost,
And invaluable:-
We all share in peace’s reaping;
Not just the power mongers:-
"Love Shone a Light"
upon this
"Puppet on a String"
with a
"Boom Bang-a-Bang"
it helped
"Making Your Mind Up"
to
"Save Your Kisses for Me
Five mice form a quintet and sing their heart song.
Many brides hear them and sing right along.
Pretty soon they are making money with their happy tune.
Their sense of music and style is giant, over the moon.
They make a business out of it and become quite a hit.
Have you heard this orchestra? Asks one little chit.
I like them forever, they are truly terrific, says a mouse, lit.
They are now being wedding planners- they sing, dance and flit.
Quintet A Pond Of Time
Five ducks
Sans lucks
Their day
At bay
Their quack
Turned black
Their fate
Negate
Ducks splash
Backlash
Be damn
They swam
Abreast
And stressed
Shots chilled
Five killed
Blind side
Applied
Lives gone
Withdrawn
Blue skies
Capsize
Last cries
Chastise
The hunt
Was blunt
Life's food
Pursued
Five plates
Awaits
Man's fed
Sad spread
10/22/22
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Brian Strand
N/A
The lollipop quintet is coming after dinner my six-year-old predicted.
I was slow to believe, I am not all- knowing like him, so feeling conflicted.
This quintet was at the door singing their lungs out at a quarter to seven.
I stared at my son, wonder what other talents he had gotten from heaven.
You struggle with right and wrong
I watch and worry so
With prayers I helped along
Now time for me to go
Who will pray when I am gone
The sea is angry,
The winds echo her screaming;
The hurricane comes…
Torrential waves
Carry furry to the shores:
Fragility doomed…
Island paradise,
Poised and ready for combat;
Nature’s sad beauty…
Juxtaposition,
Nature canvassing herself:
Springtime hurricanes…
The calm sea rippling;
Lifeless bodies float ashore
The storm moves…
The thunder pounded in the night,
impending storm, a tension felt.
The darkness trembled with delight
as clouds protruded like a welt,
and air with trepidation dealt.
The thunder pounded in the night,
and lightning flashed across the sky.
The anxious night was glowing bright;
anticipations running high
as lovers gazed into their eyes.
The thunder pounded in the night,
and rain came pouring from above.
The room was heavy with storm’s might
as gale force winds gave pair a shove
while yielding to this night of love.
The thunder pounded in the night;
their bodies now as one conform
with passion burning, fires ignite.
But now a calmness starts to form,
yet calm is just the eye of storm…..
January 9, 2019
Tracks of the cross hid from sight
The blood that shed dust now blend
Nails of iron frail and light
Wood has rot as wood does tend
Breath of Christ alive in the wind
Today, strum music rifts!
Sound, alive, dance, enjoy!
Today feels happy, lifts
you're poems final envoi.
Shush, quiet, sound shift.
Quite clear, noted cants!
Heard... monks arise... chant!
Folks enjoy life's short
trips, learn, catch today,
stark facts ensue... abort...
you're final peace... delay!
Fears you'll often court!
Quite clear, noted cants!
Heard... monks arise... chant!
Peace stops hates' rants!
Truth, allow... makes peace.
Order hates... cease!
Quite clear, noted cants!
Heard... monks arise... chant!
PEACE
Sunset sky was like a fiery red flame
wistful touch on her hair with a sigh
Warm, sweet smell of cinnamon apple pie
A rose in my safe caress. Butterfly
heavenly feelings as cupid took aim
© 6/22/2015
Contest Name: Five Lines/ Metaphors And Simile
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Envelope Quintet
10 syllables a,b,b,b,a
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