Imagination is Divinity's show
we see what is in store and stock, old or new
challenging problems from various viewpoints
non-linear timeless, moves directionless
concretises void contents self perceives pure
evidence of things unseen in moving realms
fountain spring of all new wisdoms from unknown
dust it off, open it up, ageless it is
a no cost preview of coming attractions
on expansive landscapes we project wishes
monotony becomes lucid excitement
here we wipe slates clean of misery, boredom
conceive what will be perfected colourful
not knowledge, therefore has elemental wings
lubricates creative manifestation
impacts possibilities, gives rise to will
intent, configuration, action results
holding evidence of vibrational prisms
peace tool for misqualified energies lost
imagination infinite crucial cued
foundation tool for human creation
unequalled gift given to humanity.
PLACED 3RD: PREMIER CONTEST
Sponsor : Brian Strand
A treasured friend of mine
faced down pain with sunshine
Feared no man, spoke her mind
underneath, incredibly kind
Her family a source of unequalled pride
daughter and grandson she deified
Romantic at heart
passionate, compassionate sweetheart …
R.I.P, Panagiota Romios
treasured friend of mine
______________________________________________
It is with deep sorrow that I inform every-
one that Panagiota Romios left this world
for a better place on Tuesday, Oct. 08, 2025.
The skies whispered
And my summer turned stormy
Winds swirled all around me
Dismantling the shelter surrounding me
No more on safe grounds
I found myself unable to run
As water rapidly filled in
Finding nothing to hold on to
I got swept away
The winds blew me to the center of the storm
Controlled by love, as willed by the skies
In the midst of the chaos
I could only listen to the flute
Being played from love's deep eyes
Recounting to me of the harshness of cold nights
And the bliss of the skies' whispers
The chaos raged on
While I succumbed to love's flow
Enlaced in strong arms
Promising to hold on to me
Even in the next world
As my powerful God
The skies whispered and the storm wreaked
The havoc is of unequalled power
While the bond of love only got stronger
Through closed doors unable to open
My yesterday’s that came at the moment
Tomorrow ended with conclusions full of illusions
Dreams of reality on the nightmare line tormented by disturbance
Reasoning and instances
Illustrations of compelling thoughts
Darkened shaded curtains
Mysterious lurks
Timeless space journey’s
The equation of substances of ratios unequalled
The unexpected
The occurrence
Twilight unseen
Trapped in my own twilight zone
The term Magic Moments
Can only be interpreted as those special times in life
That stand out far above the rest
Those unforgettable moments we all experience
That create an indelible impression on our soul
And leave us with a lifetime memory
That we cherish and hold dear until the day we die
They can take on many different forms
But all have the same lasting and cherished effect
A warmth that is unequalled by any others
We all have them, though some men would never admit to it
When reminded of an event that has touched their heart
They also can be reduced to tears
Trying to suppress those emotions they think are unmanly
Before anyone sees their vulnerability
No need to hide it... it's just human emotions kicking in
Magic Moments
Miss Jessica Finch, the avian sleuth
Was scratching out novels and sipping vermouth.
She lived a charmed life when she was quite young;
Her first book, “The Voyeur: Peeking Duck Hung”.
“Peacocked and Loaded,” no rivals, unequalled.
“All Bluster, No Muster, “ a fan-favored sequel.
“Migratory Murmurations of a Wandering Heart”
And “Starling, My Darling,” her cross-over art.
“Covey of darkness: the Unpheasant Truth”
Shines light in glass houses, unkempt and uncouth.
The one she’s best known for, that everyone one knows
That suspenseful thriller, “A Murder of Crows.”
But the one she loves best, that still gives her pause,
The brilliant court drama, “Probable Caws.”
————-
for the A Flock of Birds Poetry Contest
sponsored by Julia Ward
written on 09/24/22
The term Magic Moments
Can only be interpreted as those special times in life
That stand out far above the rest
Those unforgettable moments we all experience
That create an indelible impression on our soul
And leave us with a lifetime memory
That we cherish and hold dear until the day we die
They can take on many different forms
But all have the same lasting and cherished effect
A warmth that is unequalled by any others
We all have them, though some men would never admit to it
When reminded of an event that has touched their heart
They also can be reduced to tears
Trying to suppress those emotions they think are unmanly
Before anyone sees their vulnerability
No need to hide it... it's just human emotions kicking in
Magic Moments
Unequivocally unequalled stature demands
a friend aint friend but right hand man
who must comply and serve their plan
expectant others lend their hands
Giving little demanding more
believe they help when not at all
if not the focus acting crawl
kicking others already small
Fine deception blinds your vision
denial, assurance and repetition
unknowing of their false position
self righteousness will talk not listen
Friends are always in their debt
believe they give more than they get
such self important intellect
stealthily pouncing those upset
Keep others down deny their part
point the finger and show no heart
situations controlled from start
playing dumb so in the dark
Then they act to be the saviour
socially empowered players
appear a helper when a slayer
Social righteousness portrayers
I saw him first, a god on earth
A treasure of unequalled worth.
A shy approach, with butterflies
And briefly he and I locked eyes.
He’s in another woman’s arms
Delirious she from his charms
Still she intros me to handsome . . .
I am holding my new grandson!
January 13, 2020
~Quintessentially Is You~
"I carry your heart with me( I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it(anywhere
I go you go . . . "
EE Cummings
i carry the sweet emotions
you stir deep inside of me
with your impassioned
words exquisite in structure
and effervescent flow
each to fit perfectly
between each line and space
to harmonize breathlessly
beckoning my soul to
explore each aspect of your
tenderly crafted verse
allowing them to penetrate
my being gently to caress
my core setting tones your
golden pen envisioned
encompassing my thoughts
conjuring an unequalled burning
passion of which is the embodiment
that quintessentially is you
" Loving the words written from the heart is to love the soul of the author"
Date 11/3/2019
Writing Challenge, November- Some Kind of Love
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Visiting a country market while out for a drive
An experience unequalled, though prices are little high
Friendly country folks
Happy-go-lucky yokels
Fresh fruit and veggies to satisfy and gratify
She is a pull of energetic fascination
untouched by mortals she does ace
every mirriored image I perceive
Unequalled by her beauty
with headiness and awe
I sweet oblige her purge
exalting her with sweeet mentality
In admiration I do bow
to the symphony of her nature
exalted and refreshed
by her giant gift I lose myself
in admiration of her.
7/6/2019
"for contest FINETUNE THIS COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier".
O' Time
You're Old Gypsy
-NO!
Old Stream
-No!
Old Soul
-No!
Old Being
-No!
Immortal Unequalled…!
-NO!!!
So you're ABSOLUTE...ANY NEW for ALWAYS!
Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha....!
Oh! But look - I am decaying!
Decaying! And decaying in your laughing existence!
-August 07, 2018 Chittagong
Unexpressed emotions never die
It seems that they attain eternal life!
We give a wanton wince, a wistful sigh
But might such hidden feelings lie?
As does a husband to a questioning wife.
Give no reason but a truthful cry
On emotions hiding, wonder why.
Will they cause an everlasting strife?
We give a quantum wince, transcendent sigh
As we grow older, feelings multiply
And fearing laughter, in the back they’re knifed
Unexpressed emotions cannot die
And gazing ever closer, magnified
We divide each one into unequalled halves
We give unnoticed winces to blind eyes
So what is left, what will of us survive?
All the feeling unexpressed in life!
Unexpressed emotions never die
Take care of what may be your endless lies.
10:43:26 AM
And ten weeks later
You'd be gone
But your socks
Are still here
You looked so bad when you left
Barefoot without a care,
Solitaire
The blanket you wore
You had sworn you'd tear
Before you'd leave again
All tattered and alone
Without a thought for your own
Pursued by thrushes
And their beautiful song
A gem by it's lonesome
Solitaire
Let well enough alone
The disquieting emotion
Of your isolation
Your unequalled proofs
Of provocations
Considered seperatly
Things are never
Of the same class
Solitaire
No displacement of egos
Along your trail
To go next your steps
No devotee gaining on you
No toting any trappings
And your back subtracted
Into the unsettling downpour
The colors of your cover fading
Solitaire
Bedcloths and linens
Wear dull the drifter
Prompted by airs
And your socks
Are still there
As if an advertisement
For the grandstand
Of your departure
Solitaire
So long to former discourse
Recoiling without answers
According to pattern
No more, the grand tour
For pegs on a board
Extinct and flightless
No long goodby
Forever distracted
Solitaire.
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