I am a most well-balanced kid,
so why did I do just what I did?
Flunked from pre-school for one ride
in a Red Ryder wagon on the slide.
True, I am an enterprising tike.
So, I strapped the wagon to a bike.
I charge a reasonable price (one quid)
for every ride and every kid.
When it was time to take a nap,
I told Miss Hot Stuff to shut her yap,
and cut her in on the action,
much to her satisfaction.
So, Mister Principal, my friend,
I propose a happy end.
I wouldn't want to see any trouble.
I'll take my place back on the double.
Miles apart in the gleam, I believe her,
Upright on the porch, staring at the mighty above,
Her glassy eyes shimmering with a deceptive smile,
Her loose hair flowing like ocean waves.
Must she be seeing the moon similar as mine?
Our children lie in slumber deep,
Too young to grasp the storms we face.
Here I stand, lost in whispers of the dark,
Unformed, without any foresight.
Oh, my love! How will I ever repay those emotions?
The deepest depths no longer sting,
Perhaps the Almighty is a reconsideration away.
What have I done so horrendous,
For you to endure this?
My soul feels lost in its entirety.
Where a blink's separation takes us closer to certainty,
My beloved, forgive me for this single night of parting.
When I joined the men's breakfast group,
There were 5 men. When first invited, I had
no interest in any Group that was not about the
Bible or prayer. I later rethought it and thought
Perhaps such a group was what I needed for a change.
That reconsideration was one of the best decisions of my life.
For a change, I needed a season without a plan or program,
a season of meeting with a group of men for no particular reason.
For some 50 years prior, my life had been calculating and programmatic.
The men's breakfast that came together to be together and talk about
nothing specific made me a much more nourished and richer man.
A Dream And Infidelity
His eyes inundated with tears implore her
kind reconsideration
Blunders turned her expectations to chaos
optimism is lost not found
Haste to judgement had painted a portrait
of a dark scene of epic proportion
Wishes to endlessly live, her love merging
with his...a dream banished underground.
Love is mere illusion to those who deny its
power and authenticity
When unjustly treated it strikes like an asp
guarding its hallowed mound
Time runs out while he struggled to invoke
desire and beg for undeserved mercy
Hopelessness held two broken hearts apart
buried in the abyss...with wounds profound.
Penned: 03/21/2022
8:20 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
A certain thing can't ever be described really sufficiently.
Good people like Gabby Gifford.
It is lost with out one single uttered word.
White hot is the sun.
If that does not answer your question, it is to drawn out, don't.
The mere attempt of it.
One person in order to inform about temporary is still murder,
other things red clear bubbles * sigh * bone white, yellow suicide.
People who have been gone for a while
and never came back what kind of we are they?
We should know, inclement whether.
Although reconsideration obtaining renumbering the gun which is from Tea
obtained.
What kind of I in it inparts?
The fact that you say it has tried the thing over and over again next time.
It is a spiritual heat and to show other nonlatex latent characteristics.
Why when this is happening, while there is no something, I cried.
Liquified Dream
As a splattering of genius juices streamed and eddied within my
cranium, opening covert courses of enlightenment, splurging
thoughts and gushing ideas, wherein, creativity was some
resonating flood of information gurgling afterthought
culminating in an outburst of energetic sensation
drenched with a peace of mind and soaked in
a sense of fulfillment surging channels of
knowledge to utter overflowing, deluge
implementing conscious awareness
immersed in reconsideration and
saturated in highlights that are
steeped into erudition with a
dynamic focus like spilled
acquiring that projects
the sensory cells in
a whirlpool simply
slipping into my
imagination.
2020 June 04
*3rd Place*
Splash Poetry
~~Kai Michael Neumann: Judged 2020 June 07
*3rd Place*
BRIAN'S SELECT 4,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 June 05
The pain that had been endured
Turns into courage
The problems that had been encountered
Turns into solutions
The tears that had been shed
Turns into strength
It is thee art, that you see the beauty
It is thee smile, that you feel the soul
It is thee honour, that you acknowledge the warmth
It is thee eyes, that you see the acceptance
The confusions that are scattering
Turns into concentration
The obstacles that are on the way
Turns into challenges
The achievements that are acquired
Turns into victories
Often one will have ideas that run counter to the ideas of others
Passions about our way of thinking can be upsetting or even offensive
Individuals should express themselves without being intentionally hurtful
Nothing says our opinions are right if they are not based on eternal truths
If we are right and our cause is righteous, our opinions will stand the test of time
Opportunity knocks for the implementation of change and reconsideration
Never be so stubborn as to retain ideas whose time has come and gone
Sever ties with those blinded by hate and bent on destroying time-tested principles
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Hope springs eternal in the land of the open mind and heart
Steadfast they move towards that which never left their sight
Yet those who have lost faith in their fellow travellers
Will never see the beauty of stars hiding behind the darkness of night.
Or how they glow in streams of silver moonlight
Basking in their own piece of heaven
Painting pictures of unimaginable places
Places unsullied by course hands and insipid minds,
The back packers delight, their own personal unicorn,
A nautical point to which lifes’ compass beckons.
Forcing introspection, for the weary eyes of such travellers
And reconsideration of a once certain headings
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