I hold the power in my hand
to harness light across the land
there's beauty in love's synchronicity
when sharing happens with reciprocity
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on April 14, 2025 to contest YOUR CHOICE O sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
Volcanoes can engulf the land
in avalanching lava blaze
entombing picturesque Pompeiis,
for Nature has the upper hand.
Tsunamis raze an earthly strand
disrupting lives that cling to breath
in e’er untimely mortal death,
for Nature has the upper hand.
Despite the undertakings planned,
a cataclysm’s fatal sweep
may chance on beings deep asleep,
for Nature has the upper hand.
Across the cosmic reaches grand
the heavens prove their vast command
where’er our telescopes have scanned,
for Nature has the upper hand.
We stamp our heady hubris brand
upon the beauteous terrain
which humans claim as their domain,
still Nature has the upper hand.
An instance in immenseness spanned
we’re but a bit of Nature and
regardless if we understand
Great Nature has the upper hand!
~ Harley White
Quid pro quo
Give and take
How it should
Have been
Take take take
Is how things
Really were
50%50% my ass
More like 20% 80%
Not equal at all
Always seemed
To have the
Emotional upper hand
Over me
Free will and choice, we think we know,
the high road calls our name.
But man's destruction arises low
in a part we just can't tame.
And evil's there, in quiet repose,
we rap it's hollow door.
And here we sit for what we chose
as they tally the final score.
Of all the battles we fought within,
none matter but the last.
An epic struggle set to begin
from which our destiny is cast.
In the afterlife of death's staid pale,
too late to take a stand,
will eternity be in heaven or hell?
We must await the upper hand.
On Halloween's scary night, I trust no friend,
when lots of witches and spirits loom...
to let all the rascals have the upper hand!
I could dress just like Robin Hood,
but the elves and the grisly bears
wouldn't like it...so I dress as a dragon!
Others kids strangely stare and laugh saying,
" You look so goofy in that old costume...
take if off, or we'll ask some witch to hit you with a broom!"
And eggs go flying like flying saucers
over my stuffed and dizzy head; they crack
and drip...oh, what an awful taste!
I'm very convinced by their mischievous acts...
that the little brats have gotten the upper hand;
and what kind of trick could I use and still pretend?
My pockets are loaded with shaving cream cans,
I will spray them all over their painted faces,
and make fun of them...how silly they will feel!
Entered in Carol's Brown Halooween Contest, " Funny Spooks "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci