ARRESTED MOMENTS
foreshadowing
visual
unambiguous
noisy
narrative
symbols
repeatedly
referenced
precipitating
portents
involved
&
valorising
Inventive
&stressful
implications
by design
anticipation
&the
inspirational
distinguish
formation
begin
&supposedly
remain
a prosaic
&
mirrored
moment
BY YOUR LEAVE
significantly
&supposedly
scribbled
aesthetics
prepare
by
implication
in
accord
embroidered
instantly
inscribed
&wonderfully
named
depicted
seemingly
by emphasise
conspicously
fantasised
thereafter
by suggested
&
pivotal
pointed
touch
restored
&secured
Once upon a time;
Some time after I was born.
There was a treaty between two nations.
The treaty was supposedly mankind's best
Bet for the prevention of a nuclear holocaust.
I'm not certain if the treaty still exits; but I am
Certain that The reality of potential destruction
Is as real as it ever was. This treaty was known as "MAD"-- Mutually Assured Destruction.
These nations proceeded to amass weaponry
Rather massively to, in my view, the point of insanity. Perhaps there are those that give
Credit to 'MAD" for saving us from destruction.
Personally, which ever direction I turn in search
Of heroes, ideology, or philosophy; regardless
Of my politics and opinions; I credit God.
I have never imagined that destruction was
Avoided because of the treaty between them.
I can only believe that in many and various
Ways, it is God who holds our world together
Left to our own selfish ideas and devices, with
Or without 'MAD", mankind would have vanished
from planet earth were it not for God's grace.
Football brings a people together,
A country's people unite,
And yet almost but not quite,
When race is a factor, hatred leads the fight,
A sport that supposedly brings together a nation,
Sure does like a bit of discrimination,
When a Black player scores -
The crowd roars,
When a Black player misses -
The crowd becomes malicious,
Fans become hypocrites,
And when the team needs support, all you hear is crickets,
Just racial remarks,
And racists embark,
To blame,
As an excuse to shame,
To hate -
And humiliate,
Black players who are the only reason their team is so great,
As the leopard
can't change its spots
the zebra of which
there are species three
(Burchell's, Mountain and Grévy's)
its stripes also cannot
black-and-white
supposedly
but white on black
front-to-back
in reality
it's cryptic colouration
a synonym
for animal camouflage
for which an entourage
of biologists resound
with unproven hypotheses
(e.g., keeping flies off in summer)
and specious theories abound
The Beauty Of Baseball Poetry Contest
Matt Caliri
A supposedly wide-open, empty street
A rubber ball, a plastic bat, and a real game.
Kids playing to the baseball beat
The diamond asphalt is just the same.
Lines are drawn, and teams are picked.
The pickup games are for bragging rights
Where emotions are high, and egos are nicked.
Some kids haven't reached their grown heights.
The bigger ones hit the longer ball
The little tots hit short liners that hit parked cars.
Homers hit homers over the wall
A neighbor’s house is seeing stars.
Foul balls find a garden bed
Where a stampede of kids thrashes the roses.
A homeowner is cussing and seeing red.
Today's game comes to an end and forecloses.
Tomorrow’s stars have a dream
To play on the big stage.
Where it all started with the pickup teams
On the streets and to the homeowner’s rage.
Baseball is America’s pastime.
Hot dogs, sunflower seeds, and lemonade fill the plate.
There is a passion and a youthful chime
And these kids arrived early and don’t want to be late.
Some say children should be seen not heard
But out of the mouth of babes poignant words
Kids are often innocent observers who play
Never really know just what they’ll say
Tact they haven’t mastered yet
They don’t mean to make you upset
They ask questions and state their view
Sometimes they bring forth a teal truth
Kids who witness trauma are always affected
Laws in society should help them be protected
So many foster kids need a forever home
Resources for them are needed it’s known
But the people who are supposedly pro life
Don’t often adopt or foster or even try
To make these kids feel loved not alone
It’s not their fault they have been wronged
Kids are little people with ideas and dreams
As they grow it’s important we meet kids needs
there was something mysterious about her; we feared her
due to her embracement of intrigue and secrecy
I cannot tell you one thing about him, though he is my brother
and we were supposedly raised in the same house
the devil walked these tomato rows, spitting out the luna-moth-like
worms as he sauntered toward our destiny
So, our house is supposedly haunted?
The rest of the crew laughed their petootsies off
Didn’t everyone watch Channel 5 News?
ghosts, monsters, ghouls, goblins and one witch resided here
She was the ringleader of the burglary ring
Sent them in and out of houses pilfering and looting
If anyone gives you trouble, use my cell number, she said
Homeowners always back down when faced with a flying witch
Their clubhouse was at 2300 Pennsylvania, and it was filling up
The gremlins had not paid rent for a year; they were getting tossed out
Two sheriff’s deputies were at the door now, demanding to see them
The witch stuck her head over the banister
Give the officers candy, she told the ghost who had answered the door
She wanted them to come back next month to kick out the gargoyles.
ARTISTIC EXPLOITS
enthusiastic
subtle
expressions
in
resurgence
revived
comfortable
concepts
sourced
aesthetic
achievements
in
imprecise
remnants
of
aspiring
legendary
patchwork
awareness
of
supposedly
anticipated
excesses
boldly
designated
Both Punxsutawney Phil
And local Staten Island Chuck
Saw their shadows which, on Groundhog Day,
Means we are out of luck.
It seems that winter will be here
For 6 more weeks, at least,
If you believe predictions made
By this forecasting beast.
Supposedly, this got its start
When Pennsylvania Dutch
Marked Candlemas as “Badger Day”
And it remained as such
Since 1886, when if
A badger left its den
And sunshine cast its shadow,
Spring would not be seen again
For 4 more weeks (though now it’s 6),
Which might cause disbelief;
Though with this cold, an ending date
Would be a great relief!
Food.
Supposedly so good.
Calories add.
I'm mad, you're sad.
The hunger comforts me.
It shows my success and victory.
We see you often, Dad.
Joe and I.
I do not have as great a look as he does.
He says he sees your entire body.
You are wearing your favorite plaid shirt.
Makes sense to me.
That’s the shirt you were wearing in the car
When I was heading home the day you supposedly died.
I remember what I said to you.
I said “Your job is to keep the deer from jumping in front of the car”.
We passed seven deer that night.
Everyone was at the side of the road.
Standing as if at attention.
Probably to honor you, the deceased.
I hope they are showing you a good time in heaven.
You are my power father and deer are my power animal.
They gave me comfort that day.
As did you, a man who had “supposedly” died.
Being with me in that car reassured me that death is nothing.
I will always be grateful you did this for me, Daddy.
Fake Modesty Is So
Obvious, But Often Used
Like A Gush Or A Blush...
And Hard To Pull Off
And LOOK Charmingly Cool.
Real Modesty Though,
Is Ambivalance? No,
Redirection, At Least...
What Entire Series Of
Guided Possibilities
Are We Supposedly
Responsible For?
A Tiny Grunt?
I Think Consciousness
Is Micro-Tubular Silly.
-Gray Squirrel
12-13-2025
What is war?
Truly what is war but an endless argument filled with lies and deceit full of prisoners of war and hate beyond belief.
What is war but two parents who disagree and wish nothing more than the best for their family.
War is a crime it steals the innocence and joys of children who don’t get the chance at life and thrills as well it killing the simple joys of life,and I don’t mean money or jobs I mean truly seeing the world for all its light.
The happiness they feel a fleeting moment of peace makes you wonder what has happened to humanity.
We try to control others
thinking it’s for the best
because some people supposedly don’t know how to put themselves at rest.
Well it makes you wonder if they would rather die a free man than live a conservative life.
I truly do believe that anyone would rather die free and fight for their beliefs than lay down a dying sheep.
So the next time you ask what is war remember it’s a constant cry for hope and love not just with others but with our souls deep inside
The wars we wager on and are forced to pick sides eventually all end up disappearing as a moment lost in time.
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