Written: September 8, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
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Spurred colors sown with care
the green yields to a crimson flush, heaven to dream
brave stride dare
wind weaves pale shroud
stoutly struck a spark in the stream!
thick cloud!
stare space
embrace gold gleam
grace!
spurred colors sown with care
stoutly struck a spark in the stream
grace!!
Helen's was the face that launched a thousand ships -
so wrote Christopher Marlow
to explain what spurred their haste to take that trip;
but, I would like to ask him though,
this poet and playwright, wise and knowing -
which way were they going?
Enacting this life’s script, for us hand picked,
even though memory has been erased,
our heart knows which boxes need to be ticked,
to navigate this fearsome maze unfazed.
Polarities tango dance in the void,
ambedo trance exits limitation,
whence no longer by lower mind decoyed,
we remain in all time meditation.
Standing erect, a flame of living light,
we observe the pulse dual orbit form,
spurred by divine magnetism day and night,
dissolving at last in love’s benign storm.
Vaporising ego in stillness slow ~
From the front row seat, we enjoy the show
PRESSURES TO CONFORM-:-
particularly
intense
imitators
awe-struck
respect
set APART
pitting
wits
skill
repeated
competition
in CLOSER TERMS
spurred
manifesto
envisage
aesthetic
beliefs
heart’s creative urge
spurred by a bliss surge
invokes divine grace
as shimmering space
we feel each bliss spasm
bridging the void’s chasm
and we’re everywhere
awake and aware
the jugular notch
today is on watch
whilst blissful forehead
is to our soul wed
grace a disc of light
is God’s embrace tight
bliss beyond measure
rapture we treasure
the snake spreads its hood
truth is understood
He dances above
saying all is love
when they say I can’t
I am spurred on to go the extra miles
putting in time I did not know I had
do I think it will awe them?
I know better.
But I have to admit
some of my most wonderful decisions
were made out of spite or desperation
I never went back to school because I wanted to
I went back because I could not tell an old lady
I did not want to walk the same direction every day
She refused to even walk the route backward
Out of spite I got my masters degree plus ninety-four
ELASTIC DEFINITIONS
pivotal
awareness
of
inner
enlightened
necessity
spurred on
rediscovered
stimulii
renewed
perceived
paradigmatics
in
trivalised
superficial
traditional
engagement
With pen in hand I sat, clearly I could visualize
the graphic scene I intended my readers to see.
Each detail was so vivid when I closed my eyes;
a child, happily singing beneath a dogwood tree.
Trying to write the words, my breath was shallow.
How could I describe the curled edges of a leaf.
or the color of soil in the field beyond, left fallow?
How was I to aptly convey Spring in poetic motif?
My pulse quickened as I filled my pen with ink
Images were copied from my mind to stationery.
Blue skies came alive; leaves were fringed in pink
Verses flowed freely; I dared not dawdle or tarry.
There was nothing ambiguous in what I had penned
Expressed realistically, the child's voice could be heard.
Through imagery, a poet has the ability to transcend
readers into each verse when the imagination is spurred.
I woke up and felt dead.
Nothing new, but I’m spurred on by tonight’s events,
A chance to drink and party with friends.
I didn’t understand my lecture and the tutorial went over my head,
But it’s fine, it’ll be drunkenly forgotten by the time I’m in bed.
Mondays are tough, I’m not rewarded refuge from the noise,
I’m left yearning for the next night out with the boys.
When I won’t stress about uni,
When I no longer hate the way I look,
The scars disappear as if the alcohol took- all the that pushes me over,
All the restless torments and stupid insecurities,
But they’ll be back, and worse, as soon as I’m sober.
The floodgates reopen and the water floods my mind,
Accompanied by headaches and nausea entwined,
Now it’s worse than ever because all that I can think,
Is when an earth can I next drink.
In quaint quiet shadows,
a flame might flicker,
silken wisp on sight,
night channel wave,
I tap into,
as shrouded ghost,
my vocal template,
dark green leaf cast,
I cagily address,
eerie script nocturnal,
theatre of silence,
begging to erupt,
dim lit street platform,
poignant palette pointer,
fantasy in bloom,
blind seed dispersal,
for furtive audience,
spurred and spurned by,
my whispered rally,
nebulous or novel,
stark wooden benches,
empty chair syndrome,
context, conjure, cater,
traffic lights hue’d symbol,
clueless plots on queue
High sunned, he's blazing out
A brand new trail.
As lengthy day's lit hours; that stretch
More scorched, to mid eve.
Weeks away - for their sake!
Boys, gods believe!
" This; with hottest torched clutch;
As breathless, we!
This prospect, but catching up with.
Joy's. Yours, mine. Spurred.
As shows, through each hot-ran desire
Feet, ice-unfettered."
Written: December 30, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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You tilt the world and hush its frantic spin;
a gentled light that settles in my skin.
You foster my slashed heart, seek fairness,
To soar above conundrum awareness.
Your gaze revamps my lackluster day;
lifts the veil, beckons beyond radiant way.
A spark draws the drab embers to flame;
your composure spurred me to fame.
The Entry-A
Whittled skittled Bazball skint
Belittled lost the glint of Clint
Have a dig make my day big hint
Whatever they say never skinflint
In every stint we will always sprint
Hope dope blueprint trope's mint
The jibber jabber about the Gabba
White knights or ghoulish frights
Stagefright day night under lights
Highlights or more foolish flights
In the ascendancy have that tendency
Heresy or do they deserve clemency
Jealously let them preserve their legacy
Lose again barricaded in the Embassy
Stokes blokes smokes with their high jinx
Ben’s mens sneaky kinks find the chinks
Bazball minx in sync with cheeky winks
Glasses clinks as fans sinks their drinks
Nearly boys ploys bring us back from the brink
What do you think ..will our envoys annoy shrink
Another pity ditty in a sweltering city.. sh**ty stink
Or blink ignore the noise....spurred on by the slurs
Purrs like the Psychedelic Furs..joys of Pretty in Pink?
perfumed pens are spurred
by rugged men
cowboys lasso
boots and denim
Dressing room to try dresses on.
It was a no-go.
Pain was agonizing, excruciating.
To make matter worse -
4 teens in one dressing room,
2 girls, 2 guys.
Can you tell me why
the department store staff doesn’t
handle this and it is as if you
are the complainer, as if
they are doing you a favor.
Then I hear the guys
and their excuses. Oh the pain.
“Honey, it’s not you, but I can’t stay.”
I tell this to my husband, and we’re
on our way. The timing was all off.
I just couldn’t take it. It was psychological.
It was physical. It was too much.
It was pretty much a 9 out of 10,
just before tears. I will try again soon
to find a dress for my cruise.
Doc has spurred me on my way.
Took a month to get in as a new
patient…oh to be that patient!
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