A pal may lend a hand,
A friend may understand,
A brother wakes,
And undertakes,
A miracle unplanned.
A sister helps you through,
A sticky point of view,
She penetrates,
And elevates,
A visionary you.
A Mother's love is sure,
When life is insecure,
Her tender touch,
Is more than such,
The wicked can endure.
A Father lets you fall,
But helps you stand up tall,
He never fails,
The last details,
Forgiveness most of all.
A stirring in your soul,
May proudly win control,
The afterglow,
Confirms you know,
The joy that makes you full.
Constrained to but a scant few scribbled lines,
the poet undertakes a daunting task,
and yet within his delicate confines,
infinity lies there if he but asks.
For who can place a limit on his mind
or cordon off the paths where he might tread?
Imagining leaves the banal behind,
finds joy in the uncharted up ahead.
In soaring to the heights or crashing low,
engaging not in solitary flight,
he must be cognizant of where they go,
companions in a fancied, shared delight.
The writer paints in concert with his muse;
the readers each refine in varied hues.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 24 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 12/20/2022
A man undertakes
the risks, perils, and dangers
of the stormy sea.
Utterance of words seem
Unnecessary when
Understanding rules the
Union of two hearts in
Ubiquitous fashion;
Unique is the love that
Undertakes such measures.
04.30.2021
For Kim Merryman's "Pleiades U" contest
For a huge love happens,
Firstly
the emotional imbalance,
then the energetic
breakdown ...
Alteration of the mood state
so that prodigies
can be produced...
A colossal love,
balances,
shakes ... if so
it would not be love ... another
thing would be ...
Devastation is almost
total ... even molecular
structures
are
briefly
committed ...
The ions move
out of orbit,
the substances
alter the composition,
of molecular mass,
modifies the general balance,
undertakes ..
Blood flow and
increases the pressure...
Everything when loving
happens ...
Love is strong ... and
This apparent chaos
occurs in seconds,
but the benefit is
lasting ... stays
while influencing
exist...
Delightful facts
happen when
love arises ... travels
the whole body ... pulsates
the veins ... controls
the mind ... controls
thinking,
senses ... causes
ecstatic state,
full pleasure ...
non-chemical euphoria
extraordinary ....
So is love,
wonderful act ...
Strong, extremely strong ...!
Blue Whale is an internet game involving a series of
tasks that end in suicide, invented by Philipp Budeikin.
Blue Whale
It appears
in Budeikin’s brain.
Its baleen plates will filter
the worthless krill from society,
he envisages.
Swimming alone,
it catches teens.
It challenges Varun
in the ocean of dejection.
He takes on the tasks:
listens
to the lunatic music,
climbs
on a crane,
engraves
a red whale
on his arm
with a pair of compasses…
On the fiftieth day,
he undertakes
the last task
and falls into death
from the top of his broken psyche.
Baffling the whalers,
the blue whale swims
with its mouth open.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US)
I carry notions that there could be greater
things carrying more importance than me.
An outpour of faith I crave when healing
calls my name when disarray laughs at me.
I could say that the Creator is larger than
my life-
I would be telling not the truth, but bestowing
falsehood.
For my sweetheart’s love runs deeper than
oceans that fear no gust nor wave.
Its trust fears not the kismet of our affection,
but that one day, death shall prevail without
warning.
And so, this fairy tale shall be told in
unwavering truth.
Unveiling my soul his love does do when
we are near each other with ease in darkness.
Encompassing my heart in loyalty his devotion
always undertakes.
I shall never take for granted his sincere
regard for romance,
yet make more room for its perpetual warmth.
For my life is but a diminutive existence
compared to his undying love for me-
and I shall always be ceaselessly indebted.
February 3, 2019
Two minds are on a course
For destruction today
One is a garden untended
Now grown over and infested
It has been too busy to notice the gradual decay
And now cannot seem to escape
It surveys the scene to find only neatly manicured lawns
Had it looked closely it may have noticed that none of what it saw was there
The second never thinks to look inside
It only looks out to see other minds and thinks it is certainly the most fine
It resolves to apply its considerable skills to seduce, cajole, threaten, control
To if necessary destroy and finally preside over all encountered minds
Had it looked closely it too may have noticed
That none of what it believed it saw was true
The second mind is a Horror
So far from its own truth aware
It undertakes a twisted mission
To lead others from theirs
The first mind then is tragically misled
It cannot see past its weeds
To its beauty
And delivers itself to its end
June 7, 2018
A friend instinctively knows how to bend,
and not break, when anger is in control.
A Champagne and sarsaparilla blend;
that can quench the thirst of both heart and soul.
A friend is tethered to reality,
yet undertakes near-impossible tasks.
A partner who does not always agree;
able to distinguish you from your masks.
A friend welcomes your smile a thousand ways,
chasing away the melancholy blues.
Providing comfort on your darkest days:
they're always in your corner; win or lose!
These attributes are what define a friend,
as someone you can count on, to the end.
Mountains high as my hands reach
Sun sets on my mind
My skin is the night sky,
With spots as stars
illuminating through the night
Eyes like sensors
Detecting every motion,
Set by life and i always take caution
Moving from point to point
So nobody can join,
Like nobody sees the lines
The trail leading to the mountain top
Just beneath the sun,
Spirit powered by solar energy.
I run as far as my will takes me
And I won't wake up from this fantasy,
I'll keep on dreaming
Like i suffer from hypersomnia.
A Voice that sounds like a massive crowd
Shoulder blades as wings
So i fly higher than my degree
Breaking the laws of gravity,
Landing in water but walking through fire
Than they ask how i feel.
I'm alive, I'm a tree
So I'm born free
Spreading my branches and I'm growing leaves,
Green as green can be,
Supported by my roots so i don't forget where i stand
And i never stop growing,
Cause I'm not just any tree
I bloom money.
The wind undertakes me
The greetings from the sky
I fly, i see the clouds
I am the wind,
Seeing the world
Drifting from side to side,
Gliding through everything
I'm alive
So i fly and I never look down.
Triumphalist
Republican
Undertakes
Militant
Presidency
The researchers say, wandering mind is sign of unhappiness,
Should I conclude by writing that poets are unhappy people on earth?
But without them world may not know what real happiness means,
They are true reflectors of happenings around us, are they not?
A poet takes you from real to ideal world
A world where people may peacefully dwell
Where heart attains purity of thoughts
And mind reaches its zenith unsullied
A picturesque world that eludes
Relations that pester our present
Norms that sets unprecedented limits
Poet undertakes everything with courage.
Stop complaining about their existence
They congregate situation with thousand dimensions
They confirm with valor, the melting hearts
They leave you to ponder unseen paths.
Lil Abner
There was never a feature in all the world,
Like "Lil Abner" for chasing the blues,
It takes this romantic comic strip,
To really make the news!
I'm always quite excited when our
"Press" lands against the door,
To see if "Lil Abner",
Is alive and well once more!
Every venture he undertakes,
I trot along too!
For in my imagination,
We find lots of things to do!
Now you may not agree with me
On a comic strip so small,
But "Lil Abner" still remains,
My "favorite" of them all. . .
Whenever my days seem long,
And all my tasks turn out wrong,
And I wish the things I had not said
And feels like turning over and play dead...
Ha, I sit down ruefully and I write.
When someone somewhere gets hurt,
When a lively flower bites the dust,
When somewhere someone's heart breaks
And sneaks into a corner and quietly aches...
Oh, I sit down woefully and I write.
When someone smiles and shares his joy,
And takes some time out of his life to enjoy,
When he takes the right road with the end in sight
And takes it with true faith and grateful delight...
Yea, I sit down joyfully and I write.
Whenever someone dares to dream,
And essays to swin upstream,
When someone undertakes an arduous pilgrimage
And reaches ashore after a stormy voyage...
Yep, I sit down hopefully and I write.
On the wings of the wind I write,
On the waves of the sea I write,
I write for all to see, feel and hear,
Write I about love, hate, faith and fear...
O yea, lo! Now thou know why I write.
~03/07/2013
~Contest: Your Personal Favorite
~Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
He cares for him whose eyes are in tears;
His grace He bestows not but He shares.
And the one who is deprived of hope He cheers.
Always rescuing a man from the thing he fears.
Just as a shepherd tends his sheep,
So does God make His love very cheap.
How daily He undertakes some life-saving trip,
To deliver those who are not in His ship.
He loves to help His own without being told,
And a heavy covering to them that are feeling cold.
He is viewed as a safety sign on a bad road.
And to him who believes, He is a stronghold.
God blesses the earth with good rain,
Settling His farmers on a fertile plain,
That they can be proud of great gain.
Oh! How loving God is, no man can explain!
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