Some say, 'There is no such thing
as coincidence,'
but I beg to differ,
for it has been my experience,
several I know have been seen,
and need no persuasion,
at the same place and time as me,
randomly, on more than one occasion.
Tossing a coin,
or rolling the dice,
the results may/may not
be identical twice.
Call it what you will; 'fate',
'serendipity' or 'happenstance',
but, whomsoever wrote the script,
is of the most significance.
J-oint
O-peration's
I-ntention
N-ecessarily
A-pplies
J-ustified
E-dit,
A-s
N-ame's
D-econstructed
E-xpression
L-ooks
E-xact
O-r
N-atural
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Joina Jean De Leon)
strewn thoughts
The skinny dog
snoozes on the graveyard's lawn
at ease with the stillness of the night
The fruit of the carob tree
looks like a cotton pickers hand
on an autumnal beach
a bottle of suntan oil
tells how the summer was
A lone streetlamp sways
a drunk staggers home
he used to be an actor, stops and sing
A seagull fancied to be human
used lotion and combed feathers shiny
Alas, it was hacked to death
by those that resist any change
boatman on the lonely boat
rowing east to west
with the rising sun to setting down
folk-songs play a Cupid game
in the alone heart
an abode of naughtiness
builds a palace to the far
mountain of darkness
moonlight there are
under the veiling of new nymph bride
rhythm of mind river
hails the graceful virgin night
twilight praying
in the peace and war of lusty life
Vesper comes to pour
the petals of night jasmine
starfish walking
on the footless pebbles footprints
girdle ornament sounding
with the narcotic senses
inebriated the around
none there is
just whispering of love
the whole night
the next dawn sun
discovers the two
in the court of intimated love
-08/01/2020 CTG, BDT
I wanted it to be the best of me
Illustrating my inner strength
Emphasise my well being
Developing my writing skills
Little did I know
That it will open my eyes to reality
Which would lead a healing vessel
It will be a mystery unfolding
Which would lead to a chain of events
It will develop my mind set
Which would lead to opportunities
It will define royalty
Which would lead to loyalty
It will unveil the norms
Which would lead to culture
I wanted it to be the face of me
Showing my tears and pain
Capturing my memories
Mesmerising my ageing
And I knew it will be and will be
Dusting off the windowsill
I marvel at the whirlwind
A thousand constellations
Have circled around my head.
Randomly they curl, and make a sequin band
Filling up the empty space, the void of vacant dreams.
Revolving they will land
Scattered wild and free
Then settle into worlds
Too small to ever see
__________________________________
8/15/15
For:Randomling Contest: Sponsored by Mary Oliver Rotman
Resubmitted to Contest:225
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I randomly selected you for a treat.
A delightful surprise for the meek.
It is my breaths of large you seek.
You discovered your fate of feat.
I brought you to a judgment seat.
And books of life you took a peek.
Then in heaven you found the leak.
Then the drums rolled and they beat.
You were in awe to say the least.
So was I in looking at your face.
It is to the west as it is to the east.
But definitely a different place.
Many were absolutely ejected and rejected,
But you my dear were randomly selected.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
When a new life begins, many come to an end, steps forward on a trecherous path of being,
sprites of luck light the way, yet impish chatter shoos them away, where is the light during
the darkest of nights, where is my shadow in the pale moonlight, if the sun doth rise in the
east, let my path head to the west; eternal summer.
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