Truth and Falsity
destiny’s twins
Living together
in virtue or sin
Credence once glorified
deceit left in flames
Redemption and virtue
the devil profanes
Verity trumps lies
by its very intent
Disclaiming its sibling
who still unrelents
Existence dependent
as prophecy deigns
In mutual exclusion
— like Abel to Cain
(Villanova University: November, 2025)
Prioritize the one
Who prioritizes you.
Greet the one
Who greets you
Care the one
Who cares for you.
Love the one
Who loves you.
Our duty
Is to grow flowers
And bees duty
Is to help in pollination
While collecting nectar.
Person who loves dog
Will treat children the same way
Symbiotic warmth.
Wildly fertile soil;
Soft petals and wise old oaks,
some consume insects;
Oxygen filled air;
Many who can’t long to fly
to change perspective;
Storms, wildfires, earthquakes
we feel leveled when she yells;
Mother may I live?
These rushing currents;
Home to scores of marine life,
full of square rip tides;
Replenishing the famine,
it’s symbiotic nature
Blissful mingling at someone else's home
Soothe me with a song you can sing right now.
I can't, as the next day has indeed come.
Happy mingling at someone else's home
my blood and emotions are boiling foam.
shades of hope and joy for the season vow
Blissful mingling at someone else's home
Soothe me with a song you can sing right now.
Written: April 04, 2023
they sandwich together in an oddly weird way
barely touching, as if a bit afraid of each other
sand has lost her solar rays from the day before
sea gloats a bit, bringing her a touch of discomfort
a symbiotic relationship, they tolerate each other
one giving way to feet and fingers in a gritty way
the other allowing humans to dive into her depths
sand and sea, partners, together, yet vastly apart
We interchange our work in perfect plans
through nature's symbiotic grand design.
We, honeybees, fly through the open skies
to seek our sustenance from nature's gifts.
Antennae guide safe landing onto plants
and blossoms that provide sweet nectar stored;
then carried by our worker-bees back home-
where honey's formed in hives to feed our young.
Plant pollen on our bodies will transfer
to other blooms and recreate more life;
new flowers, trees, but also vegetables
and fruits will grow to feed the hungry world.
The honey from our hives provides your treats,
and pollinated plants sprout foods you eat.
We interact in sharing these fine gifts
supporting nature's grand survival plans.
May 25, 2022
~NA~
Contest: Bee Creative Poetry
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Judged: 07/17/2022
(revision of a previous poem posted: 9/19/2016)
In
portals
of my mind
I'm searching for
peace and harmony
thus far kept clandestine,
secreted behind locked doors.
Once undisguised, I'll be allowed
some semblance of balance in my life
to embrace every mountain peak I climb.
How I yearn to be free of life's struggles...
Symmetry between body and heart.
Without boundaries or fences,
to besmirch my true visions.
They need to coexist
in symbiotic
tranquility,
placid and
always
calm.
anemones
s h e l t e r
Clownfish
colors
a t t r a c t
prey
October 30, 2020
Contest: Just A Few Words
Sponsor: Joseph May
Form: Brevette- 6 Words: 2 Verbs, 4 Nouns
snow sits on spring grass
lazy storm sheds arctic tears
swallowed by sunlight
September 4, 2019
One Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
I've lost all perception
of where you stop
and I begin
AP: 3rd place 2022
My Symbiotic, Parasitic Self
How long have we lived here
Amongst each other
Sea like faces
Can’t help but catch a few
They glide so fast
Slippery and slick
From melted candle smoke
How blessed are these
Bristles black stone
Backbone
Heart as icy as tips of flames
Have to have a bit of both
Sucking on this planets life source
Is only a dream to some
The birthright of scum
Alone I stand
Poetry in its essence,
—renders itself obsolete
Transporting the reader,
beyond words though profound
Casting off its burden
of expressive supplication
Pure thought and pure feeling,
—symbiotic abound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Hi....You the
Symbiotic fantasy,
I want to paint
You on my
Background
Of the minds canvas,
By some soft and smooth
Stroke of my artistic brush.
Your tremble and nimble eyes
Are the symbol of eternal beauty.
Your soft and sweet pair of lips
Can defeat the petals of rose.
There is a simple honesty
In every groove of
Your glamorous
Physique.
Your rosy cheeks is the
Beautiful example of
Erotic sentiments.
Aristocracy on your
Perfectly round bosom.
A silent invitation in
Your sparkling eyes,
Desires message mirrored
On your full lips.
I can feel the waves of heat
Rise from you.
A hidden jewel perfect
And priceless.
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