What a mighty web we weave
Throughout the times,
Throughout that raging river of poetry
That thankless flow of consciousness.
Possibly, the very beginning of story telling
With beautiful couplets that produced the likes of Beowulf
That carried on for centuries and centuries
To possess the spirit of Shakespeare
That carries on today
With you or me
With it's titillating and frivolous free verse
And masterful spoken word
Rap even
But all thankless
In the Nineties Clyde’s heart sank:
The slowest to rise in rank!
You’d think him some faulty shank,
The air about his room dank
But he was filling his tank
For being no stranger to prank
That made less rich a bank…
Still, not the gods would Clyde thank.
In life he’s at the bottom
And to others An Atom:
Some witch beating the tom-tom
That for him raised a phantom…
The Thankless for being luckless,
For diversions his wireless;
Clyde could slap a motherless:
Really a ship rudderless
Thanksgiving is a gift placed upon the table
Eaten with only thought’s of the stomach
Placed before the eye waiting to be filled
Golden brown bread and melting butter
Thought’s running through your head of hunger
A wish on a Turkey wish bone with football games
Forgetting what you should have wished upon
Thankful is what’s received in vain
Family gatherings with looks of importance
Yet, thought’s wondering about these football games
Snow all around with children building a snowman
Glee and happiness but forgetting a blessing
This, a blessing of love and happiness
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How humble is the cleaner,
The cleaner who must dodge threatening dogs and
Hold her legs at bay – her perfect work unbroken.
How she quietly longs softly working with her vacuum,
And room to room, smearings the smell of soaps.
Dragging miles of wires of the vicious.
How humble is the cleaner
and it still won't be enough
AP: 3rd place 2025
they all wanted a piece of her
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
THANKLESS DEVOTION
Whirling around Saturn – an empty voyage -
Always aimed at the curve
Of the immense bejewelled orb,
But never reaching her.
Tomorrow is an uncertain few hours away,
And sunrise is a fickle time
For the distant sun
Flickering dimly between her rings.
Galilieo was the first
To understand the loneliness
Of being locked to a beautiful
But unfeeling mistress.
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** Use binoculars to watch the planet Saturn or the repetitive orbits of the
four major satellites of Jupiter. A beautiful sight.
Endless days and endless nights,
there is no great sacrifice,
before themselves they will always put,
this there life style for which they commit.
Under appreciated for all they do,
often looked down as worthless too,
change they won't, this is what they do,
for this reason, I write a tribute to you.
We are kindred spirits, many stories can be told,
each has it's own greatness, that we hold,
so proud of every achievement that is gained,
working relentlessly, yet constantly amazed.
So many words can describe what you do,
none can truly pay homage or tribute you,
tirelessly you struggle each and every day,
no time to rest, no time for play.
There is no rule book to guide the way,
each of you fight trying not to sway,
it's a long lonely task, I wouldn't know where to begin,
being a solo parent is a thankless passion.
So to all the solo parents in the world,
take time to breathe, so you really can see it all,
without your dedication to your legacy's,
it would be a sadder tomorrow for you and me.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
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