Drip of melting wings,
love echo cuts low pulse wide,
spill of garnet inks
wisdom fallen from sky eyes,
love low leads to a heart's highs...
J.A.B.
for Raining Cats & Dogs Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Christopher Delegans
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there was a black cat named spike
laid in the sunlight so quite
was fast as he fled
but soon knocked his head
now it's a liquid diet.
There is a man I really like
And that’s the bloke that they call Spike
Laughter is a healing balm
And when he used it it worked a charm.
To hide away the pain and strife
That he experienced in life
He exposed the crass absurdity
And did it with a degree of glee.
If you can make the despairing laugh
Then you have found a special path
I’ve said me piece now on your bike
I’d just like to thank the man called Spike.
for Souper Suessy Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Benjamin Bartley
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there was a black and white cat named spike,
who strutted 'round like he was humanlike.
holding his nose up in the air,
he thought he was a prince, the thrones heir.
i was just his humble servant and slave,
i had to tread a fine line, had to behave.
he would wait for me to open the door,
so he could go outside to do his big cat chore.
by his food bowl he would just sit and glare,
till it was filled with his Favorite fare.
he would hunt a mouse or a feathered bird,
then show me, to get a positive word.
he would lay on his back for a tummy rub,
and would just purr and purr.
you knew...he was in love.
An unconventional comedian
Indian born comic Spike Milligan
His dark humour in sketches
Had the people in stitches
Without doubt was a very funny man.
When his friend Harry Secombe passed away
Spikes quite darkish humour came into play
Said "Glad he went before me
He'd have sang out of pity "
At Spike's service they played one anyway .
Now peacefully in his grave he lies still
In a lonely church yard up on the hill
His dark humour won the day
When sadly he passed away
His headstone says , I told you I was ill...
Most games are well-grounded,
To earthen goals they can defeat.
While few rise above the horizon,
With constant volleys they can repeat.
The game elevates to new heights,
Gracefully reaching above it all.
As angelic figures fly beyond,
Earthbound shackles that seem small.
Although clear boundaries guide play,
There's no limit from what divides.
The mortal effort to touch the heavens,
Where the ethereal collides.
This man, his name was Spike
He wanted to ride a bike
But, he had no training wheels
It was like banana peels
Instead, he decided to hike
Heidi Sands
7/26/22
CORONA'S AFOOT; GIVE TO THE POOR
Before Corona there were rich and poor,
Developed countries and developing ones,
Individuals knocking on fortune's door,
While others were her daughters and sons.
On arrival, Corona ransacked the space,
Shattering with baton in hand!
Every economy she would deface!
No language did she understand!
Wealthy countries were hardest hit,
While the most vulnerable better fared.
No nation had a cure in its kit
When this monster its ugly head reared!
Well to do airlines were brought down.
Millions of workers faced uncertain futures!
A new phenomenon called Lockdown
Fettered all key business ventures
Individuals with chests of cash,
And companies and governments alike,
Realised that this was a common lash
And extended a hand to thwart any spike.
To life came the words of a great teacher
Who used to say to the rich: "Give the poor",
And: "A foreigner can be your brother."
Corona brought his teachings to the fore!
(The Bible, at Matthew 19: 21; Luke 10: 33-37)
It seems that no one will hire us
Whilst Trump and Pence spread the virus
From coast to coast
They love to boast
There is no way you can fire us!
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?
A Silly Poem
by Spike Milligan
Like a faint glimmer of light,
reflecting off a falling drop of dew
A fragile sentiment of attraction
take your mind for a ride new
A clear bliss of sheer emotions
Bring your sorrows to a premature halt
But life is profound and attractions shallow
Reset to misery default
Kurtistani; aab, cddceec, ffb
You say, my hankering is nothing like
a truly love: my love is just a spike
of noradrenaline and dopamine.
My dear, this is true. Unlike your soul,
your body meets my vision of a beauty:
the shoulders made of ivory, a cutie
unopened rosebud and her sis, a mole
on forest's edge, the forest down yonder
in which my ghost of kisses loves to wander
around, every upland, every hole.
Apparently, you'll find this poem bawdy.
It can't be helped: I love your lovely body,
your ugly soul is living wherein.
Truth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Spike is my name as I stretch and yawn on this beautiful sunny morn
Poking my nose through leaves and debris I sniff the sweet Spring air
Inside my den I hibernate through winter’s cold away from harm
Kaleidoscopes of colour and warmth permeate my prickly skin
Enough of sleep I need to eat ~ hear my tum rumble as out I tumble
Written: 28th March 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart
5th place
Contest A BRIAN STRAND SHORTIE
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Spike cannot be accurately accused of reverse-racism
after his lifetime of chronic WhiteHouse Trumpian privileged,
Spike disempowering,
socially acerbic exposure
For the same reason
calling privileged daytime
"reverse nighttime"
takes us back only from moon set
toward moon rise
And does nothing to honestly confront
Trumpian fake-theological utopias
in which god's full grace
brightest shines in space
only from colonizing sun rise
toward enslaving sun sets
by privilege of dominating light-skinned race.
THAAAN SHE SAID
FROM WHICH IS TO
SPEAK TO THE BODY
THE MIND
THE SOUL
AND THE SPIRT
TO SEPARATE THE EMOTIONS
OF LOSSES
THE EMOTIONS OF GAINS
THE THOUGHTS OF DOING
AND THE REGRET OF NOT
DOIN
THE MINDSET OF REALITY
AND THE REASONIONGS FOR BEING RIGHT
EVEN IN TIMES OF WRONG
THE EXPRESSION FROM THE NEED
OF BELEIVING
TO BEFREIND YOUR FOE
AND SEPARATE YOURSELF FROM
YOUR FREINDS
THOSE WHO ARE
FOES IN YOUR FORTUNE
THOSE WHO CAUSE OPPOSITION
IN YOUR RELATIONSHIPS
THOSE WHO AGREE WHEN
THEY OUGHT TO BE AGAINST
THOSE WHO ALLOW YOUR DAYS
TO BE RIGHT FOR THERE TIMES
IN FULL RESPECT TO THE ARTIST
AND THE FULLNESS OF
BEING THE REPRESENTIVE
OF HIS/HER PRODUCT.
THE EXPRESSION OF BEING RIGHT FOR THIS TIME
AND ALL TIMES
THAT THESE WORDS SPEAK LIKE RAIN
THES WATER TO FILL THE WISHING WELLS
OF DAYS AHEAD THAT THOSE
PEOPLE OF TOMMORROW MIGHT
HAVE SUCH TO MAKE THEIR WISHES ON
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