The Ferris wheel pierces cloudlight,
its topmost arc alone in the pale sky.
A single cabin glints, breathless and suspended.
Fascination rises — thin, bright, still.
Shopping today was a right pain
Stopping in aisles, searching again
Trying to guide useless trollies
Buying stuff like chips and lollies
Strained up high to the topmost shelf
Drained all my strength, frazzled myself
Standing in line to pay the bill
Landing back home, ready to kill.
Written for the contest: Alliteration Nursery rhyme
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Contest Judged: 11/6/2024 12:00:00 AM
Placement: 1st
For friends and folks of foolish forests' frogs!
Darkness deals with your dusty dirty wares,
Shadows shine, shimmering in sheering sears,
Stars twinkle topmost on the tossing trees,
To crisply cuddle the blistering breeze.
Fearless forests friends forbid foolish spies,
Listen long, lively laughter lifts no lies,
Even evenings eager to call you fools,
And shame the sour scents of your playing pools.
Ban any boot of blame from your long legs,
Many mysterious mouths mock your eggs,
Hidden hearts hum horrible haunting hymns,
While their fears for you fret on fragile limbs.
Godly ghosts guests fought fetish friends and folks,
Fresh fears then froze your frantic frenzy croaks,
Marring you from making mendacious cry,
While waiting where the worst will walk you by.
We cry - and cry - and cry
And feel pain
For victims of war crimes
Natural disasters, climate change
And corrupt governments
We cry - and cry - and cry
Deep down our hearts
About child abuse,child labour
Poor standards of living
And adverse effects of society unrest
We cry - and cry - and cry
Over abuse of power
Where the needs of few
Become topmost priorities
In illfare to all others
We cry - and cry - and cry
When we take a glance
At this sad reality
We see it, hear it and read it
Yet magical soft wipes clean our tears
We'll cry - and cry - and cry
Until the perception of change
And taking urgent actions
Dwell deep down in us.
Unfortunately,
in order to reach the top myself,
I judge that the place
I am standing on is not the top,
a low place,
and that this place has nothing to do with the top
I know how frightening the habits of life
are by now
The effort to reach the top is
so beautifully described
so proud
But would it be the same as trying to keep the lowest peak?
That's what I thought it wasn't
I couldn't climb it
so I thought of it as a place to stay
There is no Topmost for me now
there is only Lowermost
Still, it keeps coming back to it.
I wonder what will it feel like,
When I reach the topmost stair of my childhood dreams.
If I would be satisfied with the long run,
Or I would regret my choice type.
I wonder what will it feel like,
To conquer all the hurdles and to taste the sweet success.
If my happiness would be explicit,
Or I will just pretend due to the exhaustion of a long ride.
I wonder what will it feel like,
To be besieged with the smell of victory.
But even if the end might not feel like a magnificent triumph,
The journey I sailed through
Would be the greatest accomplishment.
My horse's haunches sway,
Saunter up hillocks and down a valley path,
Above a ridge off and on: a village where some people fish,
Phosphorescent flotsam washed ashore.
Green embers breathe as if through shriveled lungs.
Wax in contrast to the gloaming dark that's coming on.
Shrubbery shadows lengthen, enlarging blacknesses.
Crickets ratchet down their temperatures.
The earth cools in wan mirage.
Time lapsed, the stars make
A slow, quiet carousel of lights.
It circles far above us disengaged.
Wings of crows scoop pools of air,
Then dive down open maws
On tiny, furred crawlers shocked stock still.
Crows chalk their caws across the night.
A copse will grow into a stand of oaks.
The vintage children like to climb.
Gnarled limbs reminding them of fiction sailing ships.
Hand over fist to where the topmost rigging is.
For now, people and trees are bottled tiny on a shelf.
At dry dock like some whittled models are.
Until the oak is christened keel and frame
And of agers live lives and make their livelihoods at sea. (9/18/22)
Happy Birthday to you, my dear! Happy Birthday to you.
I like to drive greetings for you, 'Happy Birthday to you'.
Let fall upon you, the first Sun rays,
and you eat your most favorite cake.
We’ll share too, if you offer to us,
dear! Just for your company shake.
We all are here to wish you, Happy Birthday to you.
I wish the success, kisses your feet,
Topmost person, you become indeed.
May all of your wishes be fulfilled.
World may remember, you and good deeds.
All your dreams may come true. Happy birthday to you.
With this brief, the birthday song,
We wish you live, good health and long,
Be adored by everyone,
Have good friends, you shine among.
Let the success stand in queue, Happy Birthday to you.
- S. D. Tiwari
It’s so important to practice what you preach
Although you might not realize you are at fault,
Self-examination appears to be beyond your reach.
Hypocrites are notoriously taken for a grain of salt
Seeing in others what you cannot see in yourself,
Although you might not realize you are at fault.
Take your Holy Bible down from its topmost shelf
Study the Sermon on the Mount and the Golden Rule
Seeing in others what you cannot see in yourself.
Being two-faced leaves you open to abject ridicule
Folks won’t give to your soliloquies much respect
Study the Sermon on the Mount and the Golden Rule.
Being double-tongued folks will have come to expect
Your words do not match your observable behavior,
Folks won’t give to your soliloquies much respect.
Please don’t try to manipulate by quoting the Savior
It’s so important to practice what you preach,
Your words do not match your observable behavior
Self-examination appears to be beyond your reach.
Written June 23, 2022
Hilda shut him out of her life,
with combative tongue and hot air.
Gunther launched her, off topmost stair,
shut the lid on his battleaxe wife.
4/24/2022
Killing With an Epigram
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Hilda: Maid of battle
Gunther: Battle Warrior
Battleaxe: sharp-tongued, domineering
Under her magic, honeyed words poured forth
filling his fervent verse with rhyme and wit
for suitors to woo and doxies commit
to carnal indulgence and thus henceforth
as topmost poetaster of the north
his purse was filled with gold and silver bit.
But at autumn's end, away he would split
to rest in warm climes until May the fourth.
Then an El Nino year, when she stayed south
his verse thickened, treacle in climate's scold
his sharp pen, now dull, only rent the page
full of awkward phrases, crude and uncouth
his once bright parlance now tattered and old
as her light shifted to another stage.
In this godforsaken place, I felt disconnected
from the climbers around me--
emotionally, spiritually, physically…
Jon Krakauer pg 63 Into Thin Air
EVEREST
to breach topmost peak
one must reach
pittance of soul’s wit
bodies warmth
all but dead near climb’s
great escape
10/27/2021
Lune (Mixed Pair)
Sponsor: William Kekaula
ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS
A nna tasted French kiss of her sweetheart
Boiling emotions, the guy to eXert.
Bubbling blood in flood flow surging fast.
Dormant dreamy thirsty desires she drank
Into abyss of sea of love, both sank.
French kiss to get topmost rank, to be frank.
Ecstatic whelming touch of tongue to tongue
Volcanic passion was fierce fully flung.
Ardent ardor of amour to be sung.
09/01/21
Anna and the French Kiss
Contest by Mystic Rose Rose
Though crystal stars trans-pierce the sky,
The world we see is but a lie:
The silvered moon that bathes the lea
In waxen light and filagree,
The rising sun that coats in gold
The topmost branches of each tree,
Are but a concept tired and old
Of painters’ brushstroke imagery.
And yet each time I watch them pass,
Collapsing waves of whispering grass,
The windblown gases of the storm,
The shadow clouds that skim the corn,
The black, the grey, the shimmering bright
Unbridled horses of the night,
I feel impelled despite my scorn
To hail the wind’s poetic form.
During my living
My melodic dream I longed for
Sprouted in me
The nature of the self-appraisal
With my life stunning in vivid shades
I scribbled the poetry.
In the blank paper
Of my innermost minds.
I grasped – you and me
Quite distinctly
Highest in morality
Topmost in significance
This lust of mine
Smashed these words
Of this poetry of mine
In numerous forms
In several fragments.
These words I etched
Shattered all over the grounds
may spin out in futility
I amassed them into my purse
And constrain meticulously its mouth.
Eventually,
At the moment when I set myself
Selecting and
Choosing each words
In the winnow of my inner minds
The similes of the words
Revive and breathe as it’s again
In the poetry of mine.
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