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Hope Fulfillment

Written: September 24, 2024, For Mohan Chutani Minichu Contest
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My fate brilliance award
I'm stuck on a small path, getting wicked advice
floating sword

should strive to dream.
stoutly climb the steps in a trice
breeze stream!

high hope
weave breath precise
grope!!

my fate brilliance award
Stoutly climb the steps in a trice
grope!!

SWEETER AS THE YEARS GO BY

When we’ve commenced this journey of love, so profound.
Our hearts are filled with hope that our love may abound.
Hand in hand, we embarked this relationship anew,
And through the years, our love continues to grow.

Through all life's twists and turns, we're still tightly bound.
Where the relish in our hearts can still be found.
The years went by and we stoutly weathered life's storms,
Trekking lofty mountains and yet our bond transforms.

For many years as one, we've ceaselessly walked this road,
Building a love that's strong, bringing a heavy load.
But in the hardest moments, we’re braced by God’s grace,
His unfailing love for us continues to embrace.

So, let the years continue to quickly pass us by,
For our love, like honey, grows sweeter as we try.
With you by my side, my hopeful heart will always soar,
Sweeter as the years go by, we’ll thrive more and more.

Aunt Rose

Politely stood 
with feet together 
and socks not up
resigned and ready 
the boy awaits 
as towards him sails
coos and quivers
powered cheeks
and bright red lips
gently lifted 
and tightly folded
into that powerfully perfumed 
and well known chest
the boy succumbs
at last released 
the boy stands silent 
stoutly anchored 
by straightened arms
whose purple-painted pointers 
firmly grip 
a set of shoulders not yet manly
then steeled and stoic 
with eyes shut tight 
the boy endures
as lips swoop down 
still tirelessly exclaiming
to leave on his forehead 
all wetly red
the grand finale
to the ever exuberant 
softly yielding 
yet firmly buttressed  
obligatory embrace  
duties now performed
and ritual complete 
they return to their different worlds
carrying with them that inner glow
that mysterious warmth 
each gives the other 
that wondrous bond
the love of family
the power of blood.

A Misty Circumlocution

Coming together like living magic, breaking liquidity apart
More infused with passion, that never has an end or start
Strongly vibrant with rhythmic silent sounds, that be still a stoutly content beating heart
A misty circumlocution, talking in invisible tongues, struggling to be smart
Oh, how clouds are the skies very own well stocked al a carte
A water color of depth, changing per second, alive work of art

Once Submerged Beneath the Dark, Accursed Sea

Once Submerged Beneath The Dark, Accursed Sea

Darkened winds beyond the long and hidden veil,
Rising sea its calm repose then casts away,
From some distance away, moaning church bell
Calling faithful and sinners, come lets pray
Tho' Fate with its power cries more in store
Here I stood, stoutly battling the unknown
With feeble words, I did each plea implore
For greater mercy and light to be shown.

Horrific dark power blasts heart and soul
Curse given out by death's repugnant hand
Raging waters swirl, bringing Fated toll
Painful cuts slash beauty of all the land
Fate with its power cries such shall be so
And mortals shall then fear my awesome wrath
At birth each is destined to soon go
Beyond the veil on a mystery path.

Although the defiant this end may cry
And with bravado seek to change that course
None, nary one Fated ending defy
Beyond the veil, all dreams flesh must divorce
Thus I stood, sword broken shield cast away
Mere flesh raging against eternity
Then the bell rang, sounding, come here to pray
For light and truth offers infinity.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-19-2022
Rhyme, ( Praying To Again Embrace The Much Needed Light )

Con Carnage

Mere husks remain,
unnaturally strewn,
lying by the dozens
on a red-soaked field.
Once stoutly girded,
masking fiery resolve
underneath unassuming
exteriors, naught but the
faintest hints linger,
sad siren calls to
former greatness.

10,99 Special

I cut my flowers too short.
My billowing, green vase drowning their maternally short stems
and never-blooms.
Within a week’s time, (and I know this)
The leaves I neglected to p l u c k
Will be rotting and browning under the confines of a vase half-full —
too full.
Although, (I must defend myself)
I filled my swelling, green vase prior to my mistake,
So the water is truly– 
technically–
The perfect amount of fullness. 
Nonetheless, (as I cannot regrow stems)
I place my mistake in the middle of the kitchen island.
My bloating, green vase standing stoutly against its prepackaged blooms.
But, again, (and I know this)
Within a week’s time,
The rot and browning from a vase half-full —
too full
Will seep into my flowers maternally short stems and never-blooms,
Causing my flowers to wither and d
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Long before they are meant to.

Surrounding Astounding Sermon

priest were surrounding
sermon had been astounding
so clearly sounding

always stimulate
we knew that it would be great
to hear can hardly wait

sermon heard by God
which He would give it His nod
sins by Him were shod

we would talk the talk
while God will walk the walk
my sins stoutly stalk

really was needing
tune in to Bible reading
way God was leading

outside did rain and rain
when we sang a sweet refrain
sounded so profane

had heard loud and clear
when God has been close and near
sins do disappear

on field leg did break
me go to church God would make
communion will take 

Diego Cuerno DeVaca
James Hilarious Haiku Horn

The Story Weaver

In a garden filled by inky night
she reads by fairy firelight
with dreams of magic and of cheer,
in a land when fantasy draws near.

Where unicorns flutter in mid-air,
and fairies shimmer with stardust hair.
Dragons twirl brazenly in a silky clouded sky,
while knights suited on horseback stoutly ride by.

Grinning trolls armored with riddles creep
to divert from their overgrown castle's keep.
The moon princess softly trills a serenade,
and frolics in an open cornflower filled glade.

Flaxen mermaids with encrusted combs of stone
sit on tufts of a verdant seaweed throne
whispering tales of prized treasures aglow
buried deep beneath in the sea below.

Stars blanket in the velvet overhead
as she sits and savors the legends read.
The sights found in writings all retold
are worth more to her than pirate's gold.

Henry

Bellow, snarl and luster
listen to the mighty roar
of crimson green and mellow beam
and crook and flame and muster. We cluster
drawn to creaky oak and misty morn and poplar,
birch and cedar, smell of mead and mighty kings of Tudor.
With tender hook and sneaky nook on boards
of stoutly temper, old embroidered drift 
of thread, ethereal chill of ender.
Lord and Sir and minister stir
in air of artful whisper, mure 
of heart in boastful court
callow, bard and jester.

Vision

An ample quantity of faith
I Preserve
A Sample of filtered love, please
To my reserve.
Almighty, I am a humble bee
Surrounding and singing you
I wish to be
A small ray is enough
For me to stay and shine.
For all the colour you shower
For your image of light
Constantly in my body and mind.
If not your light
I wish to see your shadow, at least.
Dark light
The air when you inhale is gifted.
It stays inside you always
Let me join you alike.
Convert me into thin air
And allow me to stay in
Almighty you reflected everywhere
In the mud and dust.
I am too liberal of my compliment
That really satisfied me
My worship, humour, conscientiousness
Continuing from my birth.
My comparisons were stoutly upward
I am not god or angel
After all I am a man.

Battery Point Lighthouse

Built then in eighteen fifty-six
Earthquake, tidal wave couldn’t nix
Crescent City did lighthouse fix
At low tide it’s accessible
Strong and stoutly made of white bricks
Structure's not so  impressible

Love Slipped Away From Me

Love rang my heart where I rebuffed her advances, hoping to heighten the longing love felt despite my fickle indifference, complacency and obstination. Love walked away and stoutly locked her door hermetically. I rue my puerile procrastination...

Love slips into longing 
hearts quiet, unheard, unseen
until it vanishes.

Those That Stood Hardy

In March 1918 the Germans advanced so quick and clean
The Western Front was burst open as had not before been seen
And the British Army was in retreat
So they pushed the Australians into the frontline gap so neat

When the Diggers moved on up as fast as they could track
To hold the German advancing  onslaught back
When they met the British in disarray they did say
‘You are going the wrong way, chum’ and didn’t stop that day

But the Diggers advanced on to meet the foe
With no intention of losing this important show
And which soldiers did they find fighting the rear guard
But the kilted Scots stoutly fighting for each yard

So together they stopped this important battle in its tracks
And fought the Germans to stop and go back
They gave them the bloody nose needed
That commenced the end for the Germans succeeded.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Obese

OBESE

O---oversize
B---bovine brimmingly bulky
E---elephantine enormous 
S---solid stoutly
E---extensively

4/14/18
written words by James  Edward Lee Sr. 2018©

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