He who draws beautiful eyes
is a beautiful person.
Beyond the pinnacle of arts
is the hand of God.
He who speaks slowly
is the most fearsome person.
He who speaks his native tongue
is a nationalist.
He who laugh first
laugh last.
He who loves his wife
loves his mother.
He who looks the horizon
is a lover by heart.
He who love wines
speaks the truth.
He who love people
loves to negotiate.
He who loves beauty
knows how to appreciate.
He who forgive
forget enemies.
He who kiss check
knows how to betray.
He who love small details
love wisdom.
He who love life
is an Earthling human.
Who’d have thought
That wot I’d wrote,
Would ever be a
Quotable quote?
Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet. ~ Kin Hubbard
Riley was a control freak
barking orders at his wife
who'd scurry like a timid mouse
knowing if she didn't conform
a barrage of blows would rain down on her body
Of course, he made certain
not to mar her pretty face -
he needed her to look good
when she collected
his beer from the local store
leaving home at the same time every day
she was always back within the hour
But...unbeknownst to Riley
his wife Lou had caught the eye
of Sid the store keeper
they would steal passionate kisses
on his coffee break
which coincided with her visits
Sid knew her life was unbearable
and secretly he hired a hit man
to do the deed when Lou was out shopping
Riley was felled with one blow….
Nobody ever forgets where the hitman buried the hatchet!
Quotable Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
10/18/20
Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend -
Martin Luther King Jr.
In your eyes I see you burn inside in the fire of anger,
the tongue spitting out the dirt of the vitriolic mind,
the sense of sanity turning into soaring ashes of rage,
shrouded in smoke you lose the threads of reason.
I don’t run away from you, seeking a safe seclusion,
nor do I retaliate igniting another flame to sear,
for fire can’t extinguish nor can it contain any fire.
I embrace you with my soul, you can’t incinerate.
I emanate from my heart the fervent fountain of love,
drenching you with the cool shower of compassion.
From the edge of mental wreck you emerge composed,
rise from the debris of repentance, wisely transformed.
October 18, 2020
Contest : Quotable
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
'If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door'
Milton Berle
Outstretched clever Macadamia tree
Bears talents of both Mama and Papa
Fruit materialised due to insect interlopers
Dangled able honey hundred raceme
Languished beneath its branched limbs
Belonging to this land and each other
Our dream developed entity envelopes
Steadily relishing everything which comes
Impediments proffered excuses to resist
To remain staid, refrain from addendum
Instead choosing skyline over stagnation
Sacrifices made to subsume wider merits
Beholding splendour of shade waved bracts
Combined courage brought bountiful outcome
Prospect extends with each Summer harvest
Macadamia Mama Papa caretaker provides
Canopy which oversees posterity of centuries
Husk crack reveals creamiest tongue rolled gems
18th October 2020
Written for Contest : Quotable
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
"Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet."
Kin Hubbard
How many times must I feel the pain
of your bludgeoned weapon?
The hatchet you often throw at my back
causing a hurt so deeply profound that
it buries itself all the way to my heart
wounding me to the depth of my soul.
If you've forgotten where you left
that blade, just look into my eyes
and you'll find it in each tear I've cried.
They've become rapids in a salty river.
Follow them and you'll find its burial place.
It's there, embedded in the frown I wear.
The one you see when you laugh at me.
The one your hand throws when I speak.
My smiles disappeared long ago...
when I became a target for your weapon.
You know exactly where your hatchet lies.
But you won't look me in the eye
to retrieve it, will you?
Coward, that's what you are.
October 17, 2020
Quotable Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh~Sponsor
Love is an act of endless forgiveness,
a tender look which becomes a habit- Peter Ustinov
When two souls become one
"Love is an act of endless forgiveness,
a tender look which becomes a habit"
an everyday practice
of wrong to right
an unselfish shared feat
with an everlasting ending
It's the beating of two hearts
the endlessness of forgiveness
as we grow in age
a habit that will never get old
K. Croft
10/16/2020
Quotable poetry contest
Regina McIntosh
Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet. ~ Kin Hubbard
You bring the hatchet
each time
and you bury it deep.
Your friend is still your friend.
Many hatchets more with them
you will bury.
But each new time
they cut you with another hatchet,
it opens up old wounds.
Some cuts -
as deep as the holes
they were buried in -
take longer and longer
to heal.
One day you realize
the cuts of many hatchets
have not been healing nicely.
The blood you bleed
has left a trail.
You follow that trail
to the many other hatchets
you thought were so
well-buried.
Maybe you will hoist up those hatchets-
every last one of them -
and raise them high
above your head,
then bring them
down
once and for all
with all your might.
WHACK!
Then you can say
“You, my friend,
are dead to me.”
Oct. 15, 2020
N/A in the Quotable Poetry Contest
Sitting on a stone my hands brushing against the cold water
I gaze upon the night sky searching my reason in the heavenly bodies
floating up in the universe...
The secluded life which I had chosen away from all the hustle
and noise of the humans, was it a wish to attain peace?
In my heart I truly new that it was a way to escape my past.
But is any human capable of doing that?
I did forgive him, but has forgiveness ever lead to forgetting the truth?
No matter how far you run, no matter how much we admit to move on
The day we had that quarrel where I saw his real unmasked face
can never be obliterated.
The moment your whole life is declared a lie
you loose your purpose.
In the forest near the river I now live my life in complete solitude
this is how I imagined it would be.
And the present is alluring.
Quotable
Regina McIntosh
"But love's a malady without a cure. ~ John Dryden"
Love is indeed a malady, greatest malady of all
Since birth we all whine for love
And exclusive love we want from others.
All for love wars have been fought,
endless crime happens
Acids are thrown, rapes occur, murder is done....
Many suffer from depression
But what is love?
How many of us are certain?
Selfish wish to be pampered obeyed and served when young
Selfish desire to acquire someone charming and good
Desire to be the most important in eyes of someone
Desire to be loved and cared
Is this love I ask?
Love is divine blissful feeling
Which is positive and joy giving
Deep desire to see someone happy
To serve that person the best of our ability
Without thinking of oneself
Absolutely no desire, wants, expectations
Only wishing to give without any desire to receive
Such is true love
Mostly parents exhibit it
In name of love, to acquire it
Millions are sad on earth
Love is indeed the greatest malady on earth.
Premier contest winner 6th position
Date: 10/14/2020
Contest Name Quotable
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Love's a malady without a cure - John Dryden
STILL IN MY HEAD
I tried; I really did,
To get you out of my head.
Told myself it wasn’t the end of the world.
Said I could live without you;
There were plenty more fish in the sea;
And all those other cliches
People use to give comfort.
Perhaps you were right, I thought,
Maybe you weren’t the girl for me.
But you were. I knew you were
“Just forget me,” you said as you walked away.
“You have your whole life ahead of you.”
And that’s what worries me.
My whole life without you.
I tried, I really did.
But love’s a malady without a cure
12th October 2020
Quotable Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Regina McIntosh
Every story I create, creates me, I write
to create myself- Octovia E. Butler.
My mind is like a Rose
That unfolds like each petal
That opens with the wisdom to unfold
Like moments, which in layers
Eventually blossom and grow.
To help this flower on its path to growth
I nurture it by creating and expressing.
I move forward, I unfold slowly
From the core to the outer whole
I write and that becomes my expression
My expression my creation
My creation now me.
12.10.2020
‘Quotable’ Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Mclntosh
"Love is a lady for which there is no cure." John Dryden
Love is a malady for which there is no cure.
Some endure a bitter pill.
They dare to love,
Seeking Heaven's benevolence.
But the pains of eros
Outweigh its gain.
Love is a malady for which there is no cure.
Alluring is the hope of pleasure.
For this a wounded soul will risk,
Seeking a glorious romance.
Though the heart breaks,
And the heart will never end.
Quotable Poetry Contest
October 10, 2020
Regina McIntosh
Imported beer and fingernails
inflame my lyric flare,
spark my anxious urge
to create something quotable,
splurge into visions of sugarplums,
flights of pure fancy, 'til I have a
poem distilled in my brain.
The struggle to articulate's
an agonizing process,
making mountains out of molehills
and silk purses from sows' ears,
perched at my computer
with my dreams and foolish wishes.
So I'll chew another fingernail,
free a beer from the refrigerator,
write another witty verse to share
with who knows whom.
I'll keep shunning good nutrition
and be grateful to my muse
'til they lay me cold and lifeless in my tomb!
I Am A Poet
A poet to me is a being that masters floetry
Fluently the words are like water truthfully
Admired by the inspired lifer now turned writer
Writing and typing life up, he is a fighter
Notice me as I openly share my experience
Notably, quotable poetry I’ll carefully engineer it
Come near it, I dare you to hear it, close and intimate
Like a kiss of endearment, soft with no blemish
Writing can be my deliverance or escape from my reality’s
Imprisonment battling sprits that have issues with personality
And writing actually is to me a piece of mind at peace
Released in a timely manner that matters the world to me
I Am A Poet
Written 12/7/15 @ 3:12 CST
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