"Lost, in a fight for survival, a man refuses to succumb to a harsh wilderness." - quote by poet.
A great aerial adventure comes to
A harrowing end for one man.
His hot air balloon malfunctions;
It comes crashing down in the middle
Of a vast sea of trees.
He is quite fortunate to be alive,
But sustained injuries in the crash.
He shot his flare gun up in the air;
The only one in his possession.
T'was all for naught. Now what?
He has combed through the crash site
For his dislocated phone in vain.
Rainy jungle, untamed; It's no place to wait
For rescue. Wild animals roam here;
It teems with insects and snakes, too.
On the move with a badly broken leg,
He beats his way through the undergrowth
Back to civilization. Danger lurks
In every corner, but with strong faith
And resourcefulness, he pushes forward...
You shouldn't know the colour of falling light
As it descends into the abyss of passion.
When limbs intertwine in sweet complete delight
And the thin skin wraps the fiery flesh
In the soothing caress of the conductor's hand
Cris crossing and cutting the air afresh
With his smooth effervescent and pulsating baton.
You shouldn't know the colour of his seduction,
His ragged jagged downward pointing chin,
The tangled mangled wilderness of his beard,
The forceful resourcefulness of his kisses,
The colours of that fascinating rude tattoo.
The feeling of injection and quick retraction,
You shouldn't know the colour of his flame,
Or the sound of his intoxicating and secret name
You must somehow savour with hungry lust.
Eyes rolling back as you inevitably fall
It is all some God almighty magnetic rich taboo.
His name, his eyes, the things you will recall
In the lonely moments of night time longing,
When you know it was all a dreadful act of wronging
That must be forever pushed aside, inside, denied,
Far away from the colour of the falling light.
© Allen Ansell 2025
Cats are superior apex on land
There's a reason they are depicted as godly
The flexibility, the resourcefulness, the agility
They are the perfect package
They don't lack in any areas
Just badass.
It a new dawn
It's another month
September to remember
Remembering
So you'll be grateful
For the privilege to be alive today.
It's a month of possibility
In another dimension
Just wine and dine
Forgetting the lesson
Counting your blessings
There's always a reason for every season.
Let's give thanks to Almighty God
Gratitude a gateway for more
God never seizes unconditional love
Always showering it on us endlessly
Remember September is Virgo
kind, gentle, supportive and resourcefulness.
I pray you all have a great and blessed September!!!
Sheba conducted her business like a queen
An owl who had kindness without any mean
We loved her look, her feathers were bright
Everything she said and did turned out right.
Sheba acted like she was not regal at all.
We tree people knew her ideas were never small.
Her empathy and resourcefulness were the bomb.
She will always be our queen, but without aplomb.
Iridescence
intermingle
explicate
wriggle
& inspire
placidity
immaculate
prearrange
dedicate
& appreciate
accolade
amplify
achieve
affection
&bravery
intrepid
explore
galvanize
promise
& specify
symbiosis
relationship
cooperation
stipulate
& venture
shrewd
resourcefulness
recommendation
unpredictable
& corroboration
Obdurate
resist
persuade
endure
&reincarnate
acquiesce
argue
comply
quiet
& blissful
tremendous
tempting
teamwork
tantalizing
&bespoke
conundrum
intricate
wrestle
to nurture
solemnity
Written: March 24, 2023
1st place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
There is beauty in your absence
there is greatness in your silence
there is pain in your wishes
In your innards, there are dreams
Poetry and you are synonymous
I am synonymous with love
how I love you both.
Poetry is a susurrus
that tickles the nooks
and crannies of resourcefulness
every recourse, every nook
and cranny, and life itself
the shadow lives inside me
an almost flawless replica.
It moves when she moves
smiles when she smiles
all is well, a shadow says
shadows from the past
stretch longer when the sun sets.
Weaning from the breast
of grief and tears
becomes starker and harsher
Mother, you are long gone
yet in the fading light
I suckle on your memories.
5th place contest winner
Written: January 28, 2023
Your Pick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A pure grain
fell loose
in the land...
fallen from the hand
of a sower ...
the tender land
as a mother soon
welcomed ...
Quiet,
immobile,
hopeful
the seed
patiently
waited ...
Soon the sun
came...
left fertile ray
in floor...
then came
the rain and brought
miraculous
liquid...
The mother land,
in the bulge made them
sleep, close together ...
With time,
a tip
protruding
broke out,
leaked the
surface,
broke out ...
soon grew
with total
resourcefulness
with yeast
Natural.
Then came
twigs, leaves
and ... fruits ...
tree
strong trunk ...
How fruitful
is the nature !
playing with teeny
cell ... a leafy
and prodigious tree ,,,
it's a miracle ..
of God...!
Tiny finch you land with a beakful
of nesting material spinning
a pretty crimson tail
I am motionless, considerate of
any mishap that might interrupt
or cause you to reject my presence
I watch your numerous returns
where with lightning quickness
you successfully organize
into a tiny nest, various grasses,
downy seeds or woolly tufts
plucked from a grazing sheep-
I marvel at your resourcefulness
Your tiny survivability
Your happy twittering
which makes life seem,
suddenly less daunting
Swimming in together shoals
All at one with one another
Taking turns within the in-crowd
On the lookout under cover
Doing what we always do
Chancy spins in life’s roulette
To bounce around the spinning wheel
A guessing game of our best bet
Riding high on peaks of energy
Propagating for tomorrow
In the bedrock of resourcefulness
No need to beg or steal or borrow
Caught off guard in suddenly
The palace of the unprepared
Where the rule of action stations
Wrote a new book to be shared
Born the daughter of a Lemhi Shoshone chief
she was captured by the Hidatsa in her teens.
And sold to the Mandan Missouri River tribe
where she met and married Toussaint Charbonneau.
A French Canadian trapper and a trail guide
Charbonneau was familiar with the region.
Meriwether Lewis and William Clark spent a
winter with the Mandan waiting for the spring thaw.
Toussaint and Sacagawea were hired as their guides
and in 1805 they set out to explore the wilderness.
While on the trail she gave birth to her son Pompey
and strapping him to a cradle-board they trudged on.
A strong woman and a gifted interpreter
known for her perseverance and resourcefulness.
Bird Woman helped to persuade many native tribes
of the peaceful intent of the expedition.
Once a canoe capsized jeopardizing all of
their valuable possessions and journal entries.
Yet she saved the logbooks of this epic journey
including the navigational charts and maps.
A legendary figure in history she
was indispensable to Lewis and Clark’s trek.
And today She’s honored on a golden dollar
a rare coin issued by the United States Mint.
Oh when I was a child I loved Popeye cartoons,
Guess there’s no real accounting for any kid’s taste,
But you always knew spinach was up Popeye’s sleeve,
And that bullies like Brutus would soon be disgraced.
“Just deserts!” to all thugs what the world hungers for,
“In the kisser!” whatever their color or stripe,
“Missing spinach” like kryptonite something to fear,
Till at last Popeye sucks in its green through his pipe.
But it’s Popeye’s resourcefulness that saves the day
And the vegetable really a means to an end,
For the spinach is mindless, along for the ride,
So though green stuff is “good”, maybe “best” is a friend!
Brian Johnston
September 23, 2015
One of the freely
bestowed
ingredients,
Existing thickly
within
the solid formation,
Brought out, after a
boring exercise,
And seperated from
its
siblings.
It is stretched long
in
distances,
Prior to measured
reduced divisions;
Then comes the
adjustments to
classes
Of designs; sharp
opposite blunt.
Used in both internal
and external
Arenas - performing
required tasks.
It floats with calm in
light and dark grips -
Willingly adhering to
any
outlined order.
It's quite famous for
ending flesh;
Whether it be that of
the articulate
Or the asinine;
spelling
out, in loud
Terms, its
availability
as the royal slave.
It's been branded
more of a woman's
tool -
Though used more
effectively by a man,
In settling scores on
the battle field,
Or spinning final
silence
in a dark alley.
Its resourcefulness
goes on all points,
In diving up,
heading
down, and swaying
sides;
Playing out its grand
role of putting
asunder,
And finding slits or
gaps
in movements of red.
Ikenna C. Igwe
I keep ringing your phone
Only to get back the last memory again
A voice frilled with youth
Laughing at the old man's obstinacy
One day you shall wish to find
In the centripetal torment of the world
I still pray for you
That his promise to you only good
And not evil
Through all your unmeasured out days
Will be more obstinate than my love.
I once rocked you from side to side
And know more days with you still
That any journal
Written between coffee break and lunch
Or long nights of absences and lies
To the empty heart supplied.
When you remember this and call
May lips not be sealed
Under some slab by a concrete wall
I just want to hear your voice ring
In my heart once again
ii
Are you whole yet
Or you still afraid of shadows
Painted by your regrets
In the minds of crowds?
Can you make a fool of yourself
And love the way
The world laugh with you in a silly moment
Can you be yourself
And be proud of who you are
And your freedom not to follow some script
Of self appropriateness?
I tell you there is no success
Like the maturity
Self fruitfulness from that resourcefulness
Of acceptance
Of self and the world
As different places in similar times.
You sprout quickly
ready for your debut
setting an example
for all to see.
Your two arms intertwine and meet
at one point, one body.
I see your beauty,
you rose amongst thorns.
The other grandiose angiosperms
envy your resourcefulness,
your readiness, your confidence.
You stand out like a red moon,
your beauty misconstrued.
Nevertheless, I love you.
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