Home was always a word that had no one true meaning
For me it was always fleeting
Instability and screaming
Always had me dreaming
For a future that was teaming
With people who were never leaving
At least not without promise of returning
You showed me its possibly of being
Yet I ran away telling you you're lying
Not giving you a chance of showing
Me that home is a feeling
Not a place always emptying
After years of visuals and explaining
It is time to stop verifying
And see that what is gleaming
Is not an illusion but me smiling
In a mirror of our own creating
An image from which ill stop retreating
And finally just say, I'm home.
In the Montana mountains a white owl often flies by
delivering messages, making the natives sigh
they feel he is a messenger sent by the Great Father above
But I am less apt to think that, watching for cardinal or dove
The white owl is alerting us that we must change our ways
We need to give the Great Father more prayers and praise
A cardinal flew in next, verifying to me they might be right
I watched both birds fly off until they were out of sight
If California may hear
In between eyes clerical
and Justices Repeal
Both names
Have been titled
Titled as an altered code
and violation of building standard
Becomes currency
Contempt of Congressional Ledger
Perhaps suffices
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I fought with Jack,
He hit me back,
We both went home crying,
Mom asked me why,
I did not lie,
Jack started denying;
He broke my toy,
Total destroy,
And my car went flying,
He was uncouth,
I punched his mouth,
It was satisfying;
Jack said my punch
Was why he lunged,
'twas so horrifying,
I cried some more,
Mom did ignore,
"Let's find out who's lying";
My sis she called,
Who saw it all,
(That was terrifying)
"Jim broke his car,
With Jack did spar,"
On us, she was spying!
There was no doubt,
I got time out,
It was mortifying,
Jack was let go,
Just so you know,
We're still friends undying;
Three sides, you see
To each story,
There's some falsifying,
Dig deep to find
The truth unfeigned,
It's called verifying.
all automatic alligators arrive arrogantly
barely behave beautifully but brazenly
carousing with creepy cruddy crocodiles
desperately denying despicable wiles
effectively expediting expediency
forever forsaking fruit flies who flee
glaring at grazing gritty grouses
hijacking horrific herbivore’s handy houses
igniting ingenious iguanas in I-o-Way
jubilantly joining jerky jaguars along the way
kibitzing kinesthetic killers from Zion
lollygagging like lively luxurious mountain lions
marvelously marking multitude of mini monkeys
notoriously noting nefarious nodules of displease
ostentatiously opening overt outages in Oregon
providing panda putrid prey Paul just spit on
quarrelsome quicksand quail
rapidly reading registered mail
saying sassing sentences swiftly
turning terrific tarantulas toenails thickly
utilizing underwater undercurrents down under
verifying valid villans' voluptuous plunder
with wild willingness and witchy wonder
‘xacting ‘xactly ‘xtreme ‘xestentialism supreme
yelling youngster’s yips on front of the queen
zinging zealous zealots into zebras galore
end of this abcedarian poem, there is no more.
she could not handle the truth
easier to live a lie
just the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth
does it still exist
when none believe reality its still truth
if all believe lies they are still falsehoods
authenticity captures facts that exist
cold hard facts metaphorically speaking
how do I substantiate its actual
is there a magic formular to follow
do I trust my instinct can it be misled
if its verisimilitude can I trust
being lifelike cannot be the whole answer
fakes can seem more actual than authentic
verifying requires a masters degree
some anomalies are true world or true life
says true fruit would they put fake fruit in the can
corporeality surely must exist
a physical body a truthful being
must be believed actual
Think what you might of had
You had scurvy, big toes the size of your defeat
Think what you might of had
Passing through a portal of cidal haunts
A car of my dreams all paid and cream
What we always had
Inkering heart to fight for fairness and freedoms art
When the Earth sighed and we all held our breathe
Opening air of nights burnt and sounds Peoples boozed hope
Verifying fermented truth
Did it all float away
Or we just survive better in spheres of silence victories sung only by finches and sparrows
Back to the cave some have run
But more fight to keep each other in sight
No laws but one sight one breathe and a team
It's about winning through laurels and promise
What is news is slight of hand
A jester a pawn
The tired his song
The end should linger
In posed thought and absent trigger fingers
Which lie is closer
To follow what you believe
A life carved hollow but contently rests upon the dusty shelf
FANTASY
fabled, mythical
amusing, imagining, dreaming
comics, fiction, non-fiction, biopic
existing, supporting, verifying
factual, truthful
REALITY
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written August 7, 2022
Submitted to “Dazzling Dizzy Diamente” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
A shiny forest of an armpit
By Ninety-Five percent a cesspit;
A quick verifying touch of this
By Ridiculed Christopher Elvis
Also brandishing a moist pelvis,
For long months now excused by Doris
His Understanding, Hopeful Girlfriend
But clearly seeking its abrupt end.
Anew, Elvis investigative finger
Goes for The Sticky Feeling that would linger,
His Poor Hygiene Principal Bell Ringer
And Change-for-the-Better Soft Singer;
To his Dad something he should be killed for,
As he keeps wondering what he’s waiting for,
Already by him pronounced A Serious Matter
And on Offending Elvis’ Head a metallic clatter …
His show of disgust had to be perfected
Because Elvis has a wisdom rejected
“All the stops pulling out to pick poor hygiene
From his interactions with Useless Eugene!”
Requirements
customer-driven, tested
satisfying, verifying, validating
deliveries, happy management, follow-ons, happy customers
improving, optimizing, delaying
developer-driven, untested
features
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yeah, so this is pretty poor, imho. gonna have to do better!
Agile
Black
Cats
Dart
Eerily
From
Gloomy
Hallways
Initiating
Jolts -
Killing
Lackadaisical
Moods
Notably
Of
People
Quintessentially
Ruffled -
Spooking
Them
Unduly -
Verifying
Wanted
Xenial
Yearnings
ZAPPED
Nov. 9, 2021
for William Kekaula's Alphabet Soup Poetry Contest
RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, I love you RoyGBiv with my might
You have to do with rainbows, wave length frequency and light
Electromagnetic Wave Prism Experiment gave us many a clue...
We can credit Isaac Newton, a scientist whose credentials are overdue.
RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, I admire you RoyGBiv, I truly really do!
Relationship between wave length and frequency are ultimately true.
Gamma-Ray, X-Ray, Ultraviolet Ray Too. They are all famous now
Thanks to the likes of you! Even those short stubby radio waves. Wow!
If you are interested in experimenting, verifying some of this great stuff.
See website “Imagine the Universe”. Their lesson plans are not tough.
RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, RoyGBiv, you show us light travels at one speed.
But diverse wavelengths and frequencies give us colors that we need.
The great spirits began to dance their thanksgiving song
Grandmother Forest watched with pride and thoughtfulness
Auntie Running Bear had formed Brother Fire, and was seeking
Truth from her nephews’ spirit animals.
Wise Owl was there, summoning his power animal.
Hooting in the trees verified he had reached his inner truths.
Sly Fox was trying his best to concentrate, but he was distracted.
Irritated that Wise Owl’s spirit guide was verifying his presence.
This is not a competition, Auntie Running Bear cautioned her charges.
Communing with your spirit guides is something we do individually.
They come in their own time; know they are here, to be summoned.
Creeping turtle felt her spirit animal’s presence, for she was clairsentient.
What if we feel she is here, but we cannot see her?
You have reached a Nirvana that the medicine woman cannot dispute.
Grandmother Forest watched and listened in fascination.
Thrilled she knew how to hoot like an owl. What sound does a turtle make?
For my skin - hidden blood
Abandons neighbouring feeding forest
Dumping the nearby, friendly gutter
After a heavy washing flood
Hijacks long sleep and short rest
Forcing us to malevolent curses utter
With all manner of men getting into trouble
Who attack it with strength, a bubble;
Not infrequently phoning their nurses
And for insecticides, unzipping their purses.
Spared not also by The Saints,
Though its killing their images taints;
On it hipping a hurt's abuse,
All the time emptying the refuse.
Simply the handiwork of pin - sharp proboscis
Justifying uttered obscenities or Holy Moses!
In the late nights
A scheduling of sure flights,
With its sleep - verifying song
That does us a great wrong.
Her body temp is at ten degrees the coroner said.
He lifted my lifeless hand and I let if flop down by my head.
That tears it, I thought. I might actually be dead.
There is no sign of life or shake of her head?
Medical examiner felt a need to say, and thus said.
So they cut my chest open and out gushed some red.
I was glad they did not do that back on my bed.
I thought feeling nothing, rather amused now instead.
My puffy bloated stomach showed I had been overfed.
Proof is my treadmill with a totally unused tread.
I was lead to heaven by my big cousin Weird Zed.
A sour stinky old man who had never been wed.
He came to collect me on a double Moped.
Heaven had the most luxurious inviting bed.
For once in my afterlife I was glad to be dead.
Only sixty-eight, said my moronic cousin ‘Lil Jed.
I watched my funeral with my other deceased cousin Fred.
I enjoyed seeing my relatives do cartwheels on my bed.
Now they are arguing ‘bout who has to clean my shed.
Verifying one thing. I truly might be utterly dead.
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