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Stoic

STOIC

Some people describe me as stoical
Stiff upper lip and chin raised, I’d say
Yet take it as it comes – it is the way
I’ve firmly held views, always logical

It’s probably inherited from my parents
I’m imbued with a sense of being strong
Of course, knowing right from wrong
And really about showing forbearance

The lack of anger shown isn’t monotony
Slightly more meaning than just a shrug
But never falling into a hole one has dug
And it can be described as a philosophy

Stoical

filled blurry eyes
this embrace
old view prevails
stoical
by recount
shuffling selves
hadn't we known
truth mattered
then it crawled underneath
and died

Reflections On a Spring Day

Pleasantly radiant, tranquil weather
blue skies & gently benevolent wind
a shimmering gift from Mother Nature
(a smoldering summer lurking in the distance)

Compulsively tracking an unquantifiable self:
steps, exercise minutes, calories, symptoms, etc.
stoical statistics dutifully logged into tired devices
(a futile endeavor to control life)

Cacophonous news oozing from the Malverse
menacing memes ricochet around the planet
updates of a horrid war threatening to devour the world
(a looming nuclear apocalypse)

Occupying space in old unedifying edifices gathering dark energy
running out the accelerating clock as civilization nears its breaking point
desperately seeking diversion while doling out doggerel
(a quest to imbue a desolate existence with meaning)

How long before it all falls apart?

Man and Dog

He walks toward me whistling merrily,
old, shabby, and crooked,
yet there’s a pliancy of new mown-hay in him,
he almost skips.

A peppery hound follows;
it slows and flops,
its muddy eyes meekly stoical.
He calls to it -
the dog struggles up from a knuckled stiffness,
a skewbald tail wags.

The Man breezes past me smiling.
I think of a jaunty scarecrow-Fred Astaire;
his dog struggling to keep up
but huffing happily.

I walk on pondering:
that If time journeys like that
for all the young at heart,
should I skip more often?

The Search

Where a verse fits,
there is also a stoical search
of the dogmas of ethereal...

Floating Spheres: Magritte's 'The Voice of Space'

Two 
large bells
float silently
in the still 
blue sky

Stoical
inscrutable
gravity-defying
silver grooved spheres 
quietly reflecting on
the serenely 
vacant landscape

The visitors 
don't belong
yet they 
arrived to 
defy our certainty

Haiku 155

With big eyes on time,
stoical owls sit looking…
telescoping life.

Spring Comes

Winter has cast a spell on all
a stoical spell of sleep and drowse
hibernating since the dawn of fall
from that deep slumber all must now rouse

Spring comes with balminess and love
yes here it is again to melt away
winter’s apathy with its warm breath of 
fresh and fondly frivolous foreplay



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on January 25, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (JAN 25) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

and February 26, 2018 for contest SPRING IS IN THE AIR sponsored by EMILE PINET

Sonnet For Pair of Egyptian Geese

Sonnet for a Pair of Egyptian Geese

Across the icy pond through chilly haze
Bewildered but yet with a stoical bearing
This couple, never parted, wistfully gaze
Can this be the exotic land forebears had their dwelling?
Atavistic dreams where great river and desert meet
And arid sand is transformed to verdant garden
There dhows of timeless design skim neath silken sheet
While Sphinx looks on with inscrutable visage spartan
But when Spring warms air and water and this land is greening
Will they be reassured, there's no need to roam
When all winged life is fluttering, dancing and preening
See these waters as not alien but truly their home
Irony and pun prompt the poet to write with wry smile 
'Our dear feathered couple live blissfully - in denial'

Colors In the Dark

Tic toc tic toc ticing 
Round I go nowhere new
Innocent encircling 
Stoical hitherto
Tic toc ta... ... Where is time?
Decoupling tic from toc
Freedom, is that a crime?
Tic dont skip He's time jock
On the wall on their wrist
Infamous tic don't miss

Low middle upper class
Reap what your parent's sows
Our birth grouped by known mass
Compounded bias grows
A zealous radical 
Thought is, equality?
Real or abstractional
Freeman's dichotomy
God creates and gives breath
Best used by date stamps death


Planets orbit the sun
Also round it's axis
Constant can't be out run
Ascertained through praxis
However how bout, you?
Isn't change an option
Forge your change in hue, a
Rainbow draws[back] attraction 
Like an archer, to pierce
The hearts who weary in fierce

The Captive Angel

THE SNOW and coarse wind both plunge down over oceans
Unbound and unmeasured by obstinate sailors
Who drift while confronting ungrappled emotions
Like obdurate petrels and stoical whalers. 

Imprisoned ashore on a cliff is the mourner
Whose wings have been severed by devious captors;
He peers through the mist as he hides in his corner:
How blithe is Life’s book, but how sad is his chapter!

Condemned to uncover eternity’s cryptic
And coveted secrets, he ponders the vastness
Of solitude cloaking a recondite, mystic
Philosophy hidden with infinite deftness. 

The high-soaring tower which serves as his prison
Stands firm by the mountains’ impassable summits;
Escape though he might, how unfit is this season
Of menacing gales where the precipice plummets!

Beset by despair is this desolate being
Who once wished to flee his old life’s empty guises;
How downcast was he to find out, upon fleeing, 
That loneness and death were his only surprises!

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Five

You seem stoical
Photographed without crutches
You know something's wrong

Scum of Nations

At times, go public spending
And twice, will the salaries of functionalism
While they fleece the public treasure
Easy-going, claim the subdued
At the profuse bronchitis of patriotism
At the mercy of poor care

Get up, come and join us will
The scum of nations
Countless like the grains
In the deep Oceans
And the stoical vastness of deserts
Where the annoying wind
All entangled in gigantic fuss
And it even that more awake
Stay the unwary, because of all this

Three Penguins

Three Penguins

Three little waddling penguins, walk like well dressed men
There all huddles en masse leaned against the ice felt cold,
Then their stoical stance as they dream when spring will be again,
They may be at the extreme edge of life forever in steadfast they hold.

Some may live within the ice and are forever adrift,
In all of winter seasons in dire discontent,
At times, their hapless lives must leave them so miffed
Never can I imagine an extreme time was spent.

For initially as i contemplate by these penguins I'm inspired,
In their ice-filled lives how they might and may detest;
They all go about every day doing their business dressed well attired,
The three little penguins know how to keep their image looking their best.


Written: 3/4/15
Theresa Marie W-C

Floatsam and Jetsam

Day dawns on me breathlessly with drudgery,
Gayless is my countenance to elude the cartload of tasks.
Yeah is only the option that makes me trot with lunch box,
Mayhem is the state of affairs that drain me out and out.
Recuperating with tiny box to resume,
 Munndane tasks when everything is drab and drowsy.
Rejuvenating with break for tea and,
Lampooning the lives of others with mediocre actions.
The twilight of the day in the company,
Of sunset stretches for my hand for outing.
Budging an inch by inch with buzzing and bustling thoughts,
Knowing thereby to be in the vortex of life.
Moving earth and heaven to get reprieve of thorn ridden way,
Hoping to make it to stoical life.
That turns to be the tranquilizer of repressing all ripples of life..!!

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