hydro electric generater
and creeks or Krik as
my wife would say.
I thought it novel
keen
and smart
some sort of
astute
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when love is
the goal
togetherness is
the objective
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love is
purely an agreement
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the stones where marbled
from whatever there creation
made them of
layers and layers
of beautiful
stones
colors and types
to be adorn
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a broad tessitura
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Si, oh mi amante, a quien le gusta follarme.
Auh to as to this
might love keep us together
anything isCualquier otra cosa es inaceptable.
Mi your gaurdia Sin ser amado y sin recibir amor a cambio.
I sang a Canté una canción triste por tu falta de interés;
canté una canción triste porque no me querías;
mi anhelo parece indiferente.
Entonces reconsideraste tu naturaleza reservada
para ser mi amante, con un repentino interés.
Cariño, nunca me dejes;
que jamás nos separemos;
no me dejes con el corazón roto
No sé por qué
No sé por qué
Cariño, no sé por qué
Música, música
A ella le encanta la música
Me encanta la música contigo
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Una canción para una cantante con reputación.(feminine)
Una canción para un cantante con reputación.(masculine)
a foot bridge or culvert
Crocodile lady to some seemed shady
I did not know her well, this Victorian lady
She dresses in satin and ribbons and lace
Trying to divert us from her crocodile face
I cannot get around it, it’s the first thing I see
and the teeth which are enormous, in no way wee
Her fashion sense is admirable, her teeth are in align
But I am nervous around her said my neighbor, Line.
I heard it was a ground hog and a raccoon
loud angry screeching and wailing woke us up for the day
the morning is usually a lot more quiet
this is the country
crow hag races toward the fight
if anyone will involve themselves it is her
the rest of us clear a path
she is more forceful than a WWII general
she is wearing an orange cloak today
I glimpse it as she races forward
what is on her head?
maybe a kerchief? someone suggests
We do not put anything past her
crow hag rules this forest and the swamp
an orchestra leader
the bull frog dares not croak without her permission
My heart beats
toward you
like the swell
of the ocean
toward
high tide,
caught by
an unrelenting
force
It cannot
understand,
cannot
escape.
The difference between a finger and a thumb
is Shakespeare. Anyone can dream
of a candle, but you’d better dodge your shadow,
because death, that great et cetera,
is the opposite of surreal. If there were no thunder
there would be no mountains, so something like a snowflake
cannot be conferred: it must be earned.
You will tell me that anyone can say this,
which is why I am saying it. Your puzzlement
shows how well you understand. It is important
to have someone to talk to
even if they can’t hear you. You can polish a mirror
until you see your face, but it will not
be you, because meaning is created
when we are not looking, while the grass
grows, grows, grows.
That was an ode to Walt Whitman.
The Sky came to Light, tonight.
Rumbled quietly, its might, tonight.
Soon such Truth was spilling down in
twilight rivers - washing fresh the birds, the stones.
We muddy, ragged, self-wounding Liars drowning.
Twilight rivers, taking hold by letting go.
In the newmade petrichor
we saw what we’d been before.
We each are truthsellers. We each are liars seeking Truth.
We are aging away from our birthright innocence, our youth.
Has the Sky ever lied to you?
To anyone?
Has the Earth ever offered falsity?
To anyone?
Can our breath, our step serve as Apology?
Can I be me, can you be you? Can we be true?
Flight toward serene bliss
propelled by hopeful trust
heart from angst seeks freedom
God* grants midst prayer zest...
grace blest height
plight now eased
faith smites blight
light of peace
brings delight!
*Psalm 37:4 Delight thyself also in the Lord: and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
October 13, 2025
6th place, "The Pirouette" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 9/30/2025
I travel incognito, using a name I once found
in a book of minor sorrows.
I have a longing for the sea, yet languish here
behind the wheel of a rental,
crisscrossing arid lands with many miles ahead.
A white plastic bag flaps on a thorn bush
it could act as a windsock but turns listlessly
in the breathless air.
A GPS guides my mind over a flickering map
toward an ocean that is too far away to reach today,
a place where silver fish leap in the aqueous air,
only to pause as still as stone in an ice-marbled sky.
That shore for now, is bereft of place and time
it can only be imagined through gaps in
rising walls of dust.
The hatchback seems to trundle slowly over
dinosaur bones, dry axles groan under
tired springs.
A hundred miles ahead a fish-restaurant
is getting ready to close its doors for the night.
A Motel 8’s neon lights flicker in a sea spray.
On an unseen shore, snow crab dance and sing
like sirens in the rolling surf.
japanese folklore
sweet souls of the departed
gentle fireflies
african culture
fireflies are bad luck
such diversity
On this day the…
thirteen colonies
broke away from British Crown~
forming USA
Awesome imagination midst freedom delight
Blooms along my dream of divine light
Creatively ruled by wisdom’s insight
Directing me toward heavenly flight
Enthralled by fantasy venture flight
Featuring faith’s reverie of wondrous sight
Grandeur and perfection, devoid of whimsy blight
Hoisting up hope, defying hallucination plight
Inspired upon radiating illumination might
Jubilantly revealing reality of truth and right
Kindness of the King Almighty beaming day and night
Love* so great magnified yon visualization height.
*1 John 4:8 - He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
June 26, 2025
3rd place, "Fantasy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/26/2025
double blue lilac
lush doublet floret clusters
bravely elegant
visiting in May
unmistakable fragrance
bringing me such joy
He was parked on top of a worn satchel in Omaha
In the middle of a train station, so lah-dee-dah
Where was his child? He began to scream for his ma.
She ran up and grabbed him by his fluffy padded paw
I told you he would wait for me she told her astounded mother.
He is more than my pet, my cuddler, my protector, and a brother
My teddy bear is the one who loves me the very most.
He adores me! She told the other passengers, in an honest boast.
Working toward a nervous breakdown she said
Hoping to have three before I am dead
Think she’s already had one said uncle Ed
Let’s count it as three said his brother Ted
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