Repeating patterns, but none of them quite fit
As you come out to play again, with your latest trick
Away fooling all the others, then you are out fooling me
Keeping your options open, why will others not see
A door that never quite closes; always remains ajar
A light that always remains lit; no matter how far you are
Whispered words to beguile me, I am such a fool
Looking into the mirror, thinking you look so cool
With so many players in the game, just who am I talking too
But you still pull me; because you’re such a strange brew
Your puppet on a string, except the strings are now all broke
And I am running away; because now I have become awoke
Inside you really hate me, because I can see, and feel it all
But still left standing and thinking just how you have the gall
Now we’re left repeating patterns; security or in your mind lack
Either way we’re just going around in circles, no coming back
I continue to watch this story; I have a need to know how it ends
To understand all of its knowledge, and the message it all sends
Then when born into another life-time, I will know the score
And then I will see, just what mask it is for me that you wore
We had to divorce daddy the five-year-old said
Her mommy had planted this inside her head
He is uncourtable she announced with sass
What does that mean? I asked the tiny lass
We are angry with him, Mommy and I
A tiny tear slid out of her little left eye
Daddy still loves you, I told her, of course
He got me a dog, she told me, but I wanted a horse
Proving he still loves you, I reiterated
Yes, she smiled. Something to be celebrated.
I turned the conversation to positivity.
She had been through enough, my grand niece Vee.
which is worse to be a fake or fraud or sit by and watch ~ then applaud
in truth makes no difference the game is up ~ next stage a firing squad
plagiarism and AI does not make great soup ~ but a rotten cheap broth
strange thing most of them posting it all ~ say they’re devoted to a god
By David Kavanagh
I'm repeating my life
again, although you'll see I have
edited out quite a lot
adverts, slogans, despairs
so I hope you like
the dimension and colour scheme
I have chosen
I am a little concerned
though, why you haven't
shown yet
Why did twice become two times?
Does anyone know why?
It doesn't make sense to me,
No matter how I try
To comprehend this change
Is impossible for me
I can't bend or rearrange
Twice to two times
And the necessity to do so
That puzzles me.
Why has the word history
Stayed the same
Has it refused to play
The politically correct game
History is sexist
Whatever that word means
Her story sounds wrong
And too superior or supreme
Their story would be too complex,
There would be too much to say
There would be questions,
From others asking, "Who are they?"
They are history,
Tales of the past
A word not to be tampered with
One that will last
Unless someone somewhere
With not enough to do,
And does not care
May change the word
And make history there.
Love letters forged in the sun-kissed sand,
though formed with sweet sincerity, won’t withstand
mass movements on a busy beach
or wild waves. The cuddling couple will reach
their sweet spot, the splendid shore,
there to leave love’s wondrous words once more
of rich romantic glory galore.
May 1, 2023
Contest Name: Alliterisen Placed 1st
Sponsor:Joseph May
June 2, 2023
entered in the Brian Strand Premiere Contest 1221
It’s years since I’ve been writing poems
So, searching for a topic,
I sometimes might repeat myself,
The outcome quite myopic.
Of course, there are some subjects that
Require repetition
And when I write, I needn’t ask
For anyone’s permission.
Yet on occasion, what I’ve penned
Is destined for the shredder,
For there’s a poem – same theme, but older,
That’s a whole lot better!
A blue haze hovers in the dimmed sky
while blackbirds sing a rusted shriek
rusted leaves crunch and crackle
Sun-tanned stalks cover fields
The last red leaves drop
Dark trees and shrubs
Air chills cheeks
flames dim
brisk
Written: November 06, 2022
A November Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
amber blooms on hills
and fluffy sheep in green grass
puffy clouds above
cobalt skies, blue lake
every day is tinged golden
red butterflies flit
raspberries are ripe
in the hour cardinal sings
from his pine tree perch
diamond sun reveals
mystery jewels of light
flashing hide and seek
I’m the only one out here,
The benches all bare,
The sky full of clouds
And a chill in the air.
Yet it’s where I belong
Doing what I must do
And I’m lucky the river
Provides a great view.
Some joggers, some barges,
Some seagulls, some tugs –
A scene likely met with
Some “no big deal” shrugs.
Though I’ve said this before
Many times in a poem
On my bench by the river
I’m happily home.
I am stuck in a cliche
the narrative recurs
I need to leap out
As I am in loops...
The sentences just re-happen
the words repeat
Oh I have to portray these beautiful phenomenas I encounter continually,
in the deepness of self, so insightfully...
but where
where do I find the words.. so clear sightedly
where else than from my inner singing birds
Oh my recollection, my seeking descriptive want
When on demand... it suffers and retreats
I stop, and I insist
please I must find what I need!
No,
No, I am looping
the narrative can reoccur...
but its different... look, there actually is something to allure!
oh my word
here they are!
the words
they've come back!
I wish that words, I won't ever lack.
palanquin bearers
punkhawallahs ~ gong farmers
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By
David Kavanagh
Can't wait to see you, anxious for tonight.
Anxious for tonight, we'll hold hands left within right.
We'll hold hands left within right, as your eyes sparkle amongst the moons light.
As your eyes sparkle amongst the moons light, kissing your lips that are parted so slight.
Kissing your lips that are parted so slight, hearts beating as one breast to chest so tight.
Hearts beating as one, breast to chest so tight, we'll hold hands left within right.
We'll hold hands left within right, anxious for tonight.
Anxious for tonight, can't wait to see you.
Loving you, always will do.
Always will do, only for you.
Only for you, heart remains true.
Heart remains true, because we are two.
Because we are two, love will continue.
Love will continue, only for you.
Only for you, always will do.
Always will do, loving you.
A poem a day for ten-plus years
So naturally, there’d be
Repeated subjects cropping up,
Since they all come from me.
Of course, some themes require
Ruminations and returns,
Resulting in new verses
Dealing with the same concerns.
Yet at times when I’m done typing
A new entry from my book,
My computer lets me know that
I should take a second look
Since a poem is in existence
With the title I just chose,
So I either must rename it
Or delete it, I suppose.
If that happens, I’ll retitle
For it’s never to the letter
But I end up disappointed
If my former poem is better!
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