here’s your plaque:
best in uniformity & public shaming.
no rooster crows without committee review.
no similes unless they match the mulch.
you scratch the dirt,
then vote on who gets corn-fed
when there's plenty to go around.
not every poem is a zoning dispute,
and I'm hard pressed to name anyone here
an expert in the field. get over yourselves.
she left.
what was the point of that?
you ran off a chance to learn something,
or worse,
ran off a chance to help a lonely person
in need, masquerading what they want to be.
we'll never know now.
all this for what?
the abject terror of an electron less
of validation? grow the f*ck up.
I see you,
paper-bagging praise like contraband,
while circling the coop,
searching for a beak to clip.
I'm going to bed now,
to dream of that first welcome
I had three years ago.
My sincerest hope
is that you'll meet me there.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….”
Robert,
You let the split remain unresolved,
and while we stand in awe,
staring at your crossroads
etched in gold and shadow,
do you ever wonder
what lay beyond the path
you did not take?
Even though you say,
“I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Did the road arch upward,
an unfamiliar melody on the wind?
Or did it tumble into brambles,
a half-forgotten warning?
Even now I see your boots----
Mud-caked, maple-tinged-----
pausing at the edge.
Here’s my advice, if you allow it:
Don’t linger too long
in the pondering.
Step once more
into the thicket, the gravel,
the unknown blaze of paths.
And when your pen hesitates,
push it further
to sketch the forest where both trails end-----
or perhaps where they entwine,
branches brushing like old friends.
Some questions don’t need answers,
but oh, how they crave
a different kind of wandering.
Regarding Robert Frost’s famous poem, ‘The Road Not Taken’.
Let the sleeping beast lie
For the sleep means peace
But there’s always one to try
To awake the beast
Outraged, it can’t be stopped
For the beast is wild
There’s one moral in its job
Any fool that tries
To awake the beast, will get
Lots of trouble in return
Then pretend they didn’t expect
Such a high concern
But you can’t improve the beast
Leave it where it lies
For a sleeping beast at least
Doesn’t need your lives.
Regarding Time
Where does time go…absolutely nowhere…only.that
humans believe time is stationary!
9/5/2023
Planets are in motion and matched
upon a level plane.
Ducks are waddling faster
just to fall in line.
Pundits, prophets, and drunken poets
opine over a mystic wine,
others follow the science around
in ever increasing circles.
Dogs and cats are eloping,
bookmakers are hardly coping
for all bets are both on and off.
Could it be, is it possible?
Will the sky skinny-dip
in a new revelation of light or dark?
I am watching
the elephants and the scurrying mice;
noting if they are heading toward holes
in the fabric of a fresh 'spick and span' reality
or just fleeing one more conspiracy theory.
Meanwhile I draw straight lines
trying to figure out
how disappearing perspectives
can give us all the run-around.
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
Of superficial relevance whatever he had hidden
Hence negligence regarding love ought to be forbidden.
For wasting precious time has ruffled rich regret
Thus when I ponder he again, I’d rather just forget.
Though memories of we strikes without forewarning...
And it hurts to live a life frequently in mourning.
22/11/2022
Writing Challenge- “V” Forms
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Writing
Regarding Mirrors , a short poem
I cannot walk, so do not pass them.
Me unseen.
Only my iPad turns this way,
But apparently doesn’t want to.
Me staying unseen.
My inner mirror I do
Not let lean green; l keep
It held in a year long gone by
With no gray hair and feeling
The sparkle in my eyes still bright.
Me seen
Going on in happy memory.
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(c sally young eslinger 2/21/22
I find I am in love again.
Is it you – is it they – is it them?
That would be well & good.
God told me to mail a love letter to myself.
Riddle me that?
There are so many questions regarding Heaven and Hell,
but the answer is simple as far as I can tell.
God rules the heavens according to worth
and Satan governs the hell right here on Earth.
N-ame
O-f
R-eader
F-abulously
E-mploys
B-irthday
E-xpression
R-egarding
N-atal
A-crostic
L-ine
Topic: Birthday of Norfe Bernal (November 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Carrying that extra weight on me
Doctor’s order, to cut my calories
Boiled eggs and a orange juice
Fewer carbs now on my plate
An apple now, my lunch date
Soup and salads are my fate
Totalling calories for me to lose
This calorie count burns my fuse.
07.10.2020
Theme picked:4
In Praise of the Ode Poetry.
Today I started off eating breakfast,
two eggs toast jelly and coffee.
Today for lunch I was eating,
a grilled cheese sandwich with fries.
Today for dinner my very favorite,
a steak potatoes butter and cake.
Regarding high calories lower I go,
breakfast coffee lunch water dinner salad.
Date Written: 10/6/2020
Theme Picked # 4 REGARDING MY CALORIES
IN PRAISE OF THE ODE Poetry
Contest Sponsored by: nette onclaud
How faithfully my calories I count.
Believe me, I have counted them
since age fifteen. Oh, the amount
of food for decades I had!
But after each new decade - CRAP!
Metabolism slows down. Things get bad.
I recalculate calories or exercise more.
Otherwise, I fatten. THAT I deplore!
Oct. 6, 2020
For John Lawless' The Crap Shoot #2 Poetry Contest
Praise those numbers on the chart
weighing low made me reed trim -
dear calories I've come this far
oily food intake quelled my buldge.
Now,two thousand units of energy
means lettuce, celery servings a day,
and though anorexia is my mantra,
I'm calorifically grateful, but hamburger deprived.
6 October 2020
In Praise Of The Ode Contest
Sponsor, Nette Onclaud
I won't diet. I'm too carefree
Thinking of one makes me cringe
Being hefty will be my destiny
Because on chocolate, I must binge
I'm not interested in calorie counting
It doesn't matter what I weigh
Let the pounds keep on mounting
I'm ready for the lunch buffet
October 6, 2020
In Praise fo the Ode `` Theme #4
Sponsor: nette onclaud
October 6, 2020
In Praise of the Ode `` Theme #4
Sponsor: nette onclaud
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