Before the prelude
In vain you tried to come to them,
in darkness you returned to Me.
In dark you got your name condemned,
the sunlight you will never see,
They wiped away My plans for you,
offered to the god of greed,
reduced to cluster and tissue,
as god and judge they supersede.
Your eyes will not see the evil galore
the cruelty under the sun,
But I will demand retrieval for
the blood of My slaughtered sons.
Those hands I had designed to save,
choked your song before the prelude,
Given no chances but the grave,
sentenced for their turpitude.
A WOODY PREDICAMENT'S RETRIEVAL
Here stumped in the forest of life:
Where would we be without trees
And their sage planking of life?
Would, if I could, say where;
But I’m here, lost in the woods!
May the rod and staff of faith
Navigate me in liberty’s grace
In the coming branching of the
Spring of the treeing of my life;
Healing fruits of peace, love, and joy,
Bringing proverbial holly jolly retrieval:
“I once was lost, but now, I’m found:-”
Can it be beyond, insane
when a brain begets a brain,
putting it in competition
with its own junior edition?
Proud of tot's data retrieval,
will he mimic papa's evil,
wishing not for an embrace,
but ever scheming to replace?
I'm rife with distress and bother -
will the son turn on the father?
Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…strewn..rocks hewn embossing...marbling and moss flossing
Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush
Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field
Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in lush dappled glades of plush bluebell dells
Stacked cumulus collage..shield montage cracked by dazzling azure shard mirage
Chubby clouds’ japes..conjuring cannily hung faces.. shapes...far flung places
Strife is rife..resurrection introspection survival..brings carnival of retrieval
New things...nothing can rival..primal primeval revival..Spring sings life!
It has become much worse
Since you were gone: it seems
Your country has been cursed
And sentenced to its dreams
The empire of evil
Is more alive than ever
Again in full retrieval
And always like forever
The opposition split
Exposing one another
They show a lot of wit
In fighting with each other
Like hundred years unturned
This opposition circus
Gets their lesson learned
A lesson of no purpose
Revengers set the rules
All of their dreams come true
A doctrine of the fools
Makes old agenda new
It looks like they had sought
More wisely, and achieved
Exactly what you’ve never got
As if you never lived
So one more bitter lesson
Can’t make much sense, I know
One speaks, and silence listens
Just leave the fee, and go.
Painting on the easel,
The things we do apparently aren’t right.
The taste of bitter sweetness and the smell of diesel,
They say my last name sounds mediaeval,
Well,
Alright.
I see the world through the goggles of a pessimist,
We might be feeble.
The winds whirled and caught my kite,
Release my grip and forgo retrieval.
What’s mine isn’t mine by right,
It’s just how we see it through,
I’m talking about life.
About my life,
The pain we’re free to view as truly painful.
Poetry and that feeling to write,
Writing truly shouldn’t feel this shameful.
A dutiful soldier who finds poetry too graceful,
A stoic paladin whose words ride alongside my brother,
The Sky.
An angelic family tie.
My brothers laugh travels on by,
A Paladin’s poetry needn’t make you cry.
Sam and Twitch, two partner cops
bust the bad guys in the chops
they found corruption
and much disruption
in the NYPD shops
Sam was big, and loud, and gruff
with criminals, he was rough
tendency to curse
sometimes even worse
he’s the first to call a bluff
Where Sam was brawn, Twitch was smart
Angles were his state-of-art
twin pistols twirling
steady aim sterling
simple logic off-the-chart
With Al, confronted evil
sometimes causing upheaval
finding rotten cops
pulling out the stops
integrity retrieval
Their story stops in interrupt
as sales were not up to snuff
sadly the tale ends
without fair amends
their end was much too abrupt.
When demons of darkness strike,
although it may seem dreamlike,
save for those who're self-aware,
it becomes our worst nightmare.
Entities that abound seek
humans whose aura is weak,
that they may vent feral lust,
by sexual thrusts unjust.
Rape in the ethereal
plane is also quite real
and victims live with their shame
alone, for who shall they name?
The incubus feeds on fear
but with God within, so near,
if we but seek help from Him,
we'll face not such trauma grim.
Invoking grace by prayer,
we are our own soothsayer,
exorcising the evil
demon by soul retrieval.
07-March-2023
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Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Years ago in my youthful exuberance,
persuaded by impulsive and sprightly yearning,
I made to her the premature promise,
I could not keep in the long run.
We parted with no apparent rancor,
although the possible pangs of broken heart
I was sure she kept within herself,
I felt a stressful sense of fretting guilt.
Realizing that I had broken the blooming dream,
I implored earnestly the almighty
to graciously condone my hurting action,
I thought was the doing of destiny.
God lit for me the lamp in the gloomy time
to retrieve my conscience lost in the dark.
From the essence of repentance I got solace,
shielded the lamp in the soul from wind of remorse.
________________
January 13, 2023
Contest : Revealing Your Soul And Other Tension
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the night
Santa and reindeer flew into the light
not a gift went amiss not a sound did he make
as he slid down the chimney and arose with a quake
with siffoned soft whistles and gregarious tee hees
he placed down the gifts just before the big flee
too late for retrieval soon he was caught
by a little wee tot who abandoned his cot
May I call you Kriss Krinkle he asked with a lisp
made you some cookies, bit burnt, but their crisp
soon they were wrapped and then tucked in His sack
alongside the toys, they went clickety clack
Oh crumbs I must go, Mrs. C wants me home
she covers them good with some chocolate Arome
no worries my lad, next year burn some more
my reindeer love burntys, cuz it helps when they snore !
December 7, 2022
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name The Night Before 3
Here lie the few remains of John M. Kyte
He lit a cigarette with a stick of dynamite
[His body was blown to smithereens]
Parts of him were scattered over the county
For which retrieval insured a hefty bounty.
Written November 29, 2022
Folks keep telling me our great society is crumbling
Sincerely concerned for our nation’s well-being,
I’m convinced there is entirely too much grumbling
Much good that is occurring we go without seeing.
Sincerely concerned for our nation’s well-being
Let’s recall that history is rampant with upheaval,
Much good that is occurring we go without seeing
Remember time is a portrait of loss and retrieval.
Let’s recall that history is rampant with upheaval
Much positive change is often labeled malevolent
Remember time is a portrait of loss and retrieval,
Scarcely a decade major change was not prevalent.
Much positive change is often labeled malevolent
What is seen as dastardly may be quite beneficial,
Scarcely a decade major change is not prevalent
Our moaning and groanings are largely superficial.
What is seen as dastardly may be quite beneficial
I’m convinced there is entirely too much grumbling
Our moaning and groanings are largely superficial
Folks keep telling me our great society is crumbling.
HONORABLE MENTION
"Rhymed Poetry, Preferably Metered" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
October 30, 2022
Written October 21, 2022
When we remember we gaze off into the distance
the eyes disengage and brain shows the pictures
eyes disengage they aren’t involved in this instance
the brain shows you memories the eyes never feature
When we tell a lie it’s been created in the brain
retrieval is a thought process causing eyes to strain
micro gestures in the eyes help see the created play
the lie that was created without memories to replay
So when I say I see the lie
I’ve seen it before you’ve spoken
The soul is seen in the eyes
And dishonest eyes are broken
Your eyes always move when you think,
It’s a natural uncontrollable motion,
these micro movements missed in a blink
confirm lies before the mouth opens!
This poem was written by Carolyn Devonshire
(I chose this poem because she wrote about angels, then became one)
Angel on my Shoulder
Angels on my right shoulder
Battling devils on the left
Ever guiding my actions
Saving my soul from bereft
Angels e'er amongst us
Like Clarence on Stewart's bridge
Softly urge us to avoid
Falling from grace at the ridge
My special angel's sweet voice
Sounds so much like my mother's
But you have an angel too
Who's unlike any other's
Spirits of loved ones who've passed
Want us to know heaven's joy
So we reunite with them
And eternal bliss enjoy
So, Mom, if you're listening
Your voice overtakes evil
Helping me find the right path
You've mastered soul retrieval
A wonderful life bestowed
By a righteous urging
From an angel observer
For spiritual merging
Chemistry, a labyrinthine topic-cum-tantalising potent cryptic art,
bane of eager scientist with half a top-notch mind and ample heart
Teachers in this field strain every muscle but knowledge has its
phoenix like bugs.
bungled shots at mastery whet an inborn urge for random hugs
At twenty two a third year paper found me in this vicious circle dumbstruck,
my blank expression shook with disbelief as I sought a golden wink from Lady Luck
Nervous giggles, comic errors, bold retrieval seldom count as fun,
but never fear, triumphant marks, percentage wise a glowing grade A one!
Name Of Contest Where Poem Na’d X’d ;
A Brian Strand Rime
Date Judged ; 22nd Of February 2022
Contest Name On This Occasion ; Writing Challenge- X’d Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor ; Constance La France
Grammar, spelling, rhyme checks applied.
Rhyme Zone and Poetry Soup confirmed
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