I recall it clearly. It was at August’s end,
and I was at the end of sweet sixteen.
Something would transpire soon that would transcend
the beauty of my summering and a world of green.
A dark-eyed stranger casually stepped into the scene.
Summer’s heat still lingered in the air
when I noticed his snatched glimpses aimed at me.
Those glimpses soon turned into a stare
in three days’ time when alone with him I’d be,
gazing back into exquisitely expressive eyes of ebony.
Like autumn leaves changing to warmer hues,
I was changing too - falling . . . falling . . .
never knowing decades later, he would be my muse
even though I’d lost him – that young man so enthralling,
Here I am; even now, his sweet soul I’m recalling.
He was my Blue Aster, my Morning Glory;
my early, alluring autumn romance;
my best and my brightest love story -
that boy that had me in a trance from my first glance
when I knew without a doubt I had to take a chance.
For a wondrous while, in his eye I was a gleam.
But September ended. Oh, melancholy ache!
To know that I was living but a dream
and that to cold reality I would awake,
yet September’s reverie I’ll not forsake.
338.
The Return of Little Mermaid
Tiptoeing in the darkness of this royal room
Of this ignorant prince soon to be groom
For breaking my heart, I'll bring you your doom!
Not knowing that I am your true rescuer
Blended with the foolishness of your princess seducer
Equals the union of these two stupid beings forever
Such abomination I'll not allow to transpire
Now is the time for you to expire
Hah! Breathe your last! Taste death so dire!
Thank you, oh dagger, for making the prince rest
You have also unloaded my heart's heavy jest
Soon I'll be back to my primeval nest
Flow royal blood into this vial
You will soon bring my life back to normal
Under the see where it is regal
Farewell cruel world on this land above
Pour prince's blood onto these silly feet I have
Behold the Return of Little Mermaid to her homeland of love!
-02/17/2015
(Dumarao)
*Opposite Endings Collection
At any moment in time our thoughts can come through
If that is your true desire you will know what to do
Design a plan, create a path , set it in motion
Hard work and processing is the key not a magic potion
You can do anything in life you just have to believe
Write down what you really want time to succeed
We are a product of all are thoughts stored in our brains
Find the one you need and flush the others down the drain
Do what really makes you happy and brings joy to your life
Take this though bring it into focus, no need to think twice
When you act on a positive thought good things can transpire
Don’t wait until it’s too late, some effort will be required
In the hush between the charge and drift,
The world holds breath, suspended in a gift.
North and south exchange a fleeting glance,
Shadows and light halt their ancient dance.
Current pauses, silence on the wire,
Magnetism dreams of what might transpire.
Tension dissolves, the duality wanes,
Yin and yang rest from their endless chains.
In this moment, borders gently blur,
Opposites softened, no rush to recur.
The pulse of change, a silent refrain—
Polarity paused, peace here remains.
Raucous battles between them and us;
Finality reins but life is never the same.
Pause of Polarity Interchange Poetry Contest
1/17/2026
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Lucid Explanations For Living
Luminous virtuosity that lies dormant all your life
Numerous animosities that combine to form violence and strife
Curious curiosities for the emperors fifth wife
Numerous generosities that involve the back stabbing of a knife
Automatically mistaken for another person by someone you love
Biographically misshapen by the author as the truth is left out to the shove
Colour-graphically laden by the images of heaven from above
Instamatically forsaken by the grapevine from a dove
Elevations of inspiration cascading from the moonlit horizon
Revelations of observation parading bright without the lights on
Celebrations of invocations that serve only to enliven
Collaborations of confirmation that momentum forms only to syphon
Elucidate the concept as you illustrate the notion
Repudiate the precept while you hover above the ocean
Rejuvenate the incept as you maintain the sincerity of your devotion
Recuperate the sunset while you transpire without commotion
By Elizabeth Moroz Copyrifht 2025
In hiding that women are locked outside of california's democracy we are not the same
Present has no further tense to be meaningful is to be regarded as dis-wanted
The past tensing of crime upon a woman’s singular right to pass…….
This is a bearing which cannot be prevented from demand of answer
As to why and whom has allowed this to transpire
Concern and Certainty are appointed as law during these transgressions
Certainty does not to exist as fault is currently attempting to be absolved
There is no legal means for this function in the universe
Physics commands the mortal physique and as such we must itemize a budget
From the parameters of physics not to accost the day
Sunlight provides all manners of energy on earth
No hearing is need to destroy the present
Time has lapsed for celebration
The enmity clause is called for in euphemistic disregard of payment
Payment for services rendered
Tax has been liened farther than constitution can hold
The back pay of motel keys is due forthwith in thousand oaks california
To private citizens who have endured unendable slander and liable upon there house
Summerween's here blazing like fire,
old nightmares are sure to transpire.
As warm days and cold fears transpire
flames grow higher, flames grow higher.
This warmth amplifies the darkness,
'Spell' spells out four letters for 'Mess'.
There is no such thing as distress
with that caress, with that caress.
1393
Yvain, the son of the Earl of Foix, did painfully expire
At a Royal Masquerade Ball as his costume caught fire
And a most tragic yet quite strange event, did transpire
As many others all around, tried to fan the flames away
Aimery Poitiers, a French nobleman also died that way
As did two more in 1393 at the King’s Bal des Ardents
I squinted while gazing into the western skies
my attention drawn to banks where willows wept.
Twilight, a melange of magical moments in my eyes,
usually interludes when twilight colors were windswept
just before the juncture where daylight slowly faded
and the reign between sun and moon were traded.
But tonight, "a crimson sky breaks the distant shore."
Appearing low across the horizon as if flames of fire
or a canvas where vermillion paint fills every open pore.
Dusk glows with summer heat as shifts of light transpire.
Silently, the sun sinks, and the transfer of rule unfolds.
Trailing behind are gossamer rays of ambers and golds.
Heavily guarded heart,
wearily navigating life.
Like a fugitive,
invariably primed,
for that final day,
to be discovered,
apprehended,
imprisoned eternally.
Snapping shut like a bear trap,
only able to be opened,
by the strongest of love.
The kind of which,
only transpire in dreams.
If you dare,
to let your heart free.
The most painful paradox.
Attitude will always cash checks
faster than those special effects.
Patterned with a cape and latex
hero complex, hero complex.
Whenever the moment is dire
to save the world is your desire.
With a goal of peace to transpire
with no gunfire, with no gunfire.
Weighted down with
a load of TRANSGRESSIONS;
Indoctrinated by and infused with
a myriad of INFORMATION;
Having given every ounce of my being
to the pursuit of SANCTIFICATION;
And always Hoping and longing for
the certainty of my JUSTIFICATION.
Several years would transpire before
I would realize that in and through Christ,
the account for my Transgressions was settled.
I had been released from the penalty of IMPUTATION.
Yes! That was when Easter shouted out to me
that my pardon had been Secured;
That the penalty for my sin had been
paid for; my eternal judgement Averted,
and that now and forever, 'It is Finished'.
Yes! Easter shouts to me that in and
through Christ, I have SALVATION.
Stretch forth thy hand and touch the palm
Of my hand, write a verse on it and memorize it
Morning feels like lead pressing upon my head and
evenings stare at me with a frown, and from a distant
I could see that you want to break down and cry,
but you were just pressing it in
as you try to resist the violent wind
It is the forced smile that you carry on your face
That bothers me and the symbolic communication
That worries me, when I cannot read your body language
It makes my heart grow and I have to look for an interpreter
To explain the meaning of things that transpire from the
Beginning. I will stay close to you and keep your company
I will stay close to you and teach you modern day philosophy
I will help you to fulfill your dreams when we meet by the stream, I will help you to complete the book and introduce
New recipes to cook, stay close to me and tell me a story, I will stay close to you and open your eyes to wonders that exist in the heavenly skies, stay close to me and learn the secret of the moon and their wish to see you come home soon; Stay close to me and fulfill your heart’s desire
Stay close to me and discover the wonders of the sea.
You are the true love of my life
I am so blessed to be your wife
Our love story is true
And started the day I met you
Marriage is not always pure bliss
But ours started after the first kiss
We were inseparable from day one
When our journey had just begun
We share many common likes and desires
But also, many differences still transpire
You’re a night owl and I prefer to get up early
And you sleep soundly, and I sleep poorly
We love to take long drives and try to find treasures
In antiquing, nature or enjoying culinary pleasures
I like to walk and exercise most every day
While you continue to avoid it in every way
I like things to be neat and in order
While you’re a pack rat and a slight hoarder
I like to read, write poems and create
While you like to fix, build and renovate
You like Harry Potter and I like anything mystery
I like current stories, and you prefer history
We both enjoy the local news and Netflix series
And enjoy haunted stories and with all the queries
I knew I found in you my soulmate and best friend
And blessed to have you in my life until the very end
My cravings flaming in a dumpster fire
Ridding me of my secret heart’s desire
Every chocolate bar
All candies in a jar
Gone so the raver in me can transpire.
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