They battle on and show no shame
The other side must take the blame.
And each side thinks that it can win
Punishing others for past sin.
Increase the suffering more and more.
Kill and maim to settle the score.
Year upon year of attrition,
A desperate situation.
For more weapons each side must pay
Then economies in decay.
The other side must take the blame.
They battle on and show no shame .
Saviour Pirotta's, .... Scores, Roll!
Loud From Our Victories, .... Hopes!
My heart without you would only know poverty
I have no starvation, though, for I covet thee
My soul without you would die of thirst
This cup is full of every drink better than the first
My eyes never seeing you would wish for blindness over sight
Luckily, my vision is consumed with your never-ending light
My hands would be broken had they never held one of yours
With every touch given and reciprocated my feelings have kept no scores
What is the past tense of Quit?
a. Quitted
b. Quitten
c. Quitude
d. Quittined
e. None of the above
Which of the following is the correct meaning of Alacrity
a. Stubborn, unwilling
b. Alarming, Surprising
c. Mediocrity
d. Eagerness
e. None of the above
What word in the English language is always spelled incorrectly
a. Accommodate
b. Wednesday
c. Necessary
d. Fuchsia
e. None of the above
How would you rate this test
a. It was a great test
b. It was an enjoyable experience
c. It was a very easy test
d. This test deserves a 10
e. All of the above
2-1-2023
The Multiple Choice Poem Poetry Contest
Suzanne Delaney
The Election result is a kill-joy
And has a man made a boy:
A result so blunt I’m trying ketamine;
That should my recovery determine
My BP should’ve been key issue
And its treatment a Toilet Tissue …
A woman has captured my capital
And what’s next if not Hospital?
The whole stuff taken to any doorstep
And claiming to have watched my every step …
My eyes have been fed humbling scores,
Another shutting of my political doors
An angering spread sheet on my lap
Underscoring my defeat by a gap.
And I swear animals what these portend,
Birds to laugh if I do them contend …
Right now A chairwoman Elect!
And they wouldn’t me select.
Already, I can see her sky-scraping head gear
And celebratory fanfare in high gear
Artificial eye-lashes one can glimpse from hundred meters
And music-powering generator with hundred litres …
And guess I’m emigrating to Dakar
Or to far-off fourth Africa
Or perhaps nearer Niamey …
No eye-lashes wearer will chair me.
Alive as half a century passed;
I put my life to the looking glass.
Saturday morning after hitting the links;
I paused for a moment and then I thinks;
If I traded these scores with my college tour,
I would have made A’s in each.
Frozen brick church frozen hard steeple.
Nowhere around are any people
Winter mix is all around
Twinkling snow is on the ground.
Frozen limbs, breaking quickly.
In the yard, rather thickly.
Old frost bite Charlie has been busy.
Icicle magic makes me dizzy.
Not a coat or hat or face.
Not a person any place.
Outside is freezing, so we are all in.
Winter once again has scored a win.
Of all vocations calling each of us
perhaps it is this final ecopolitical stage
most arduous.
To reflect with full integrity,
both Left dominant hubris history
with Right-recessed not full disincarnation,
those unfulfilled dark promise valleys of aptic time
lost to Ego's yangish self-promoting memory,
past trauma vocations sequentially emerging therapeutic transubstantiations,
pregnantly nurtured with Left/ElderRight bicameral balance
not +1 not -0 yet,
to reconsider sinner's sins omitted,
winner's wins committed,
bringing slow-growth ballast to one's enculturation
of synergetic grace,
both those healthier blessings fully consumed
therapeutic regeneration,
yet also known only through past struggles stretching ego-compassion's for degeneration,
declarations of Self+Other incorporating cooperative interdependence,
laughter's miraculous love moments
best shared, yes,
but yet bittersweet nutrition alone,
remembering what lives best not forgotten.
This final vocation,
to merge our previous lives together
with those we hope to follow.
I reached level forty-one no probs,
And won the game, but had sobs,
So that that just failing was fobs,
If I determined not to join the slobs.
So the next time I reached it, had bobs,
Because it felt wrong to veer from your hobs,
But I failed the level at the last post, robs,
Since I couldn’t merge victory with my everyday disability, lobs,
So the third game after that first success, probs,
I let myself win again so my brother had gobs.
Walking the park, don't know the score.
Awaiting lunch, my eyes just roam...
A teen has tried five times or more
to reach her friend(s), but no one's home.
Calls are ignored for time has scored.
There's no one home as my eyes roam.
A stranger strolls with oft-seen pup.
The dog breaks loose, comes to my hand;
tempted by my lunch, he jumps up.
Girl eyes her watch, checks the bus stand.
She's been stood up. Lonesome pup
at my hand seems to understand?
As children frolic on the swings;
moms dressed in black pace the lawn.
My waitress eyes these same odd things
then she comments on what's going on,
“We're all on swings and time's on wings;
This is the dawn when life moves on.”
Reason A. Poteet, 2/14/2014
an inverted refrain
for Gail Doyle's Whispers of Light Contest
It could be noticed in media networks
either on television or newspapers,
how some writers document issues
with scores of errors or buthered grammar.
A literature in a hurry, a scripted discourse,
it’s what many demonstrate clearly
both in written and oral communication;
a powerful medium with a sense of liberation.
A ubiquitous voice, everywhere in this land,
its tapestry gets stronger in its own groove;
like those commentators or byliners,
able to articulate their own opinions.
But certain things in different settings
how those people speak with humor
at times make blunders wafting across
the growing audience and readers.
They say a picture is worth 1,000 words,
that exemplifies a reality in action;
as an instruction from the Lord
this Hebrew word from Zechariah’s book -
Dabru emet : speak the truth.
Marks have been lower
I will do better beyond
Graduate scores high
Russell Sivey
I will graduate Jan 8th 2012 and will enter my graduate program in February. I am excited for the next stage of my life. And my resolution will be to do well in graduate school and soon graduate from graduate school with a master’s degree! I do think I will do well so I believe I will keep my resolution!
Entrant into Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver’s “~New Years Resolution Haiku~” contest
SPORTS RESULTS - FINAL SCORES
BIBLE tale of a lone man but a real hero
Moses 1 - Pharaoh 0 (Egypt’s Nero)
HISTORY filled with tragedy and frown
Julius Caesar 0 - Brutus 1 (assisted touchdown )
SCIENCE without reason or rhyme
Galilieo 1 - Catholic Church 0 ( after extra time)
COLD WAR , forty years of much the same
USA - USSR ( Abandoned game)
At the school and working in the kitchen.
Feeding everyone in the community, keeping quiet without snitchin.
Stirring, pouring, and frying. Hard worker. Build your house together with your wife.
Nice guy. Never forgetting the church. Feeding all races during the depression.
Usher or deacon? Silent warrior. Keep preachin.