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Coastal Zeal

 
Written: November 19, 2023
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I must plunge into the seafloor. 
Out into the abyss of water and starry sky.
I utterly crave a lofty vessel. As waves roll ashore,
And the insight of the stars from high.

The wind symphony and the vortex spin
Yet the pearl sail is shaking within.
A murky haze veils the ocean's surface.
And the onset of a dismal dawn stirs us.

I must plunge into the seafloor. 
Owing to the beckoning of an ebbing wave,
An erratic and yet obvious call before.
That might not be waived.

I'd settle for a breezy day.
As cotton clouds glide across the sky.
Sputtering fog and billowing spume
And the squawking of seabirds, I presume.

I must plunge into the seafloor. 
Onward to the wandering gypsy life.
Trillions of years elapsed, and it is still pure.
Where the wind acts as a sharpened knife

The only thing I require is an ascetic tale.
Expressed humorously by a gypsy peer.
Restful sleep and lovely dreams prevail.
Finished the drawn-out mystical cheer.

A New Way To Fly

The fiercest wind blew me away 
and to the clouds, I lost my way. 
The tinted mist clouded my eye
until I could not see the sky. 

I was so lost in the dark of night 
for in my wisdom, I clung so tight.  
On winding road, I thought I was right; 
Against the storm, I lost my light. 

I fumbled flatly, right on plain; 
I was trampled by the highest mountain.  
With heavy heart, I lost my name, 
and all my feats, they fell in vain. 

The hardest rain washed me away 
into the depth of deepest sea.
But the depth of sea caused me to see; 
To Him I waived my vanity. 

And somehow in time, I learned to flutter;
I flapped my wings and drowned the water.
My eyes were unveiled to see the sky.
His grace gave me a new way to fly. 
 
He gave me wisdom so I would not roam. 
He cleansed my soul and gave me home. 
His love has brought me to a place 
where I could grow along with His grace.  

October 19, 2022 

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Etiquette Waived Maigc 9

Dripping with the salt of the waves 
I lie back on the beach and inhale; 
The energy of the night misbehaves; 
Crystals shine in the moonlight 
illuminating the path the sand paves;
Rules collapse with a rhythmic crash;
Etiquette that the ocean waives
with the tingling of a bonfire veil;
Wild ardor the full moon craves.

Lenten Season

It's time for us to contemplate
And search our mortal souls
And ask repentance for our sins
Created long ago

For 40 days and 40 nights
The wilderness He faced
He sought the solitude He'd get
Withdrawn from human race

He thought of all the things He's done
Relived His blessed life
And asked why all these things would cause
Such anger and such strife

He fasted all these forty days
Prayed hard and looked above
Then He returned to His devoted twelve
With adoring endless love

His countenance was changed you see
He knew His coming fate
His entourage was quickly formed
And passed  through Jerusalem's gate

He rode upon a donkey
Through a loving cheering throng
Not one who waived a Palm for Him
Thought anything was wrong

Some cried "Hosanna" just for Him
He smiled for all to see
As onward He continued
To meet His destiny

Now is the time for us to go
On solemn bended knee
And bless this fasting Lenten Time
Forgiveness is our plea!

Hand of Gods,,,,,

With her hand, she waived his fear away,
With her hand, she brought tranquility to his soul,
With her hand, she forced a smile upon his time,
With her hand, she directed the oceans towards him,
With her hand, she calmed the storms in his head,
With her hand, she wiped his tears away,
With her hand, she composed his music,
With her hand, she showed us what Gods are capable of.

Fertile Fields

Fertile Fields
By Migdalia Torres

A cobbled stone made of red brick, which 
I picked up and placed on a solid white 
rock pressed against Venus whose tales of 
Fertile Fields were just not true 

The myths of the Greek Goddess Blue Moon 
which shined against the Valleys Green Tall Fields 
brought to mind of a Paper Copy Photo I had 
of her riding upon a Big Charade of Fire, being pulled 
by Two White Pegasus

 
I started to walk alone in the Center of the 
Field, when suddenly a Big Strong Breeze 
blew the photo out of my hands and into a  
Big Leafless Oak Tree 

Then a Storm gusted Tornado Wind blew and raise 
the old photo past the clouds and into the 
midnight sky 

Good-Bye I waived to the paper photo

You are right to be set free

The Fertile Fields will become fertile once again when all the 
Greek Goddesses join Venus and come down as friends

- Forgiveness Feels Like a Rotted Grave -

For the person who waived
and lost something that was of value: forgiveness
Is it easier to get forgiveness than permission?
Admittedly, ghosts are also seen by highlights
Forgiveness requires a lot, it is a virtue to be able to forgive
Some have wandered around the earth like roaring lions

I refused to let myself be called coward without reason
But, no reconciliation without truth
do not give me an undeserved bad reputation
Lying, bitterness, nag, revenge smells dead and rotting flesh 
All my expectations fade away
I disappear in the night's blackness
Losing contact with everything surrounded -  by injustice













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A Trustworthy Transient

On my way home waylayers waylaid me
and repeatedly ravaged me ravenously,
It was a dark, dreary and dreadful dusk
and I was alone, lonely on a lonesome lane.

Wasted and waived by the wayside
I was wallowing in wrath woefully,
Until a wayfarer wandered my way
and wondered what with me befell.

Lost and yet livid with lingering ire
by the wanton ways of the waylayers,
I gave in gratefully to his generous grip
of my hand and heaved myself upright
and hugged him heartily. 



~03/29/2018
~Alliteration contest by Silent One

Bacon Sizzlin' In the Skillet

Many are the memories of Hoosier farm life as a lad that I recall.
One was what Dad called 'hog renderin' that occurred every fall.
When he proclaimed the old boar had reached his maximum weight,
That meant for sure that the old feller was soon to meet his fate!.

After Dad did him in, puttin' an end to his squeals,
He was hoisted by block and tackle and strung up by his heels.
Dad wielded his butchers' knife with the deftness of a surgeon's hand,
Carvin' out loins, hams and bacon from our late-departed friend!

Curin' bacon was Dad's specialty in which he took great pride.
He performed secret incantations which he never would confide.
Massagin', injectin' stuff and smokin' them again and again,
To ensure they were suitable for Mom's iron skillet fryin' pan!

After milkin' the cows and sloppin' the hogs at the break of dawn,
I could smell the bacon sizzlin' in the skillet as I walked across the lawn!
Enterin' the house the aroma of the bacon wafted about the place.
Even Dad was so anxious to dine that he waived the prayin' of grace!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired

Super Master Dave

Master Dave
Was very brave 
And not ever prone to misbehave 
Never left his house without a shave 
Mounted his horse, gave his wife a wave 
Looked far and wide for a specific knave
Found him hiding deep inside a cave
Waived his mighty glaive, sent him to his grave
Many things Dave forgave
But never to hold another man slave
Bells in the distance much glory gave
Oops lunch is ready in the microwave 
For Super Master Dave



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on March 13, 2018

Limerick Crochetes: Once Japanese Couple From Usa

Limerick crochetés: Once Japanese couple from USA

Once Japanese couple from USA
Skated to stardom near Tokyo Bay
Japanese throbbed waived flag
To recall champions snag
America gives no Trump cards away

Not even smiles nor acknowledgement
Watching one tier below Kim Jong-un
Sister looks down on Pence
Even Quest can’t fix fence
Waiting for fireworks after Pyeongchang

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2018

Grave of Nature Lover

Don't lay the plucked flowers on my grave
for,I am not at all alive to crave
I don't want my name to be engraved
for,it had long since been waived

Stack the colorful flower pots on all corners
Sow some grass seeds round the borders
Also plant the flowering green creepers
Let them adorn the place as decors

May the flowers smile throughout the years
and let timbre of smiling flowers reach the ears
of the dancing butterflies and let them appear
and gracefully dance with full of cheers

On the center of the grave, fix a big bird feeder,
may it enthrall the blabbers and baya weavers
Also dig a small pond that is about ten meter
and fill in the pond with crystal clear water
Let it be used as the ultimate thirst quencher,
quenching innocents thirst and there's nothing better.

No need of tombstone and epitaph to honor
My grave shouldn't be a place of horror
Listening to the nature's songs at my place
my soul will ever rest in peace

The Damaged Teddy Bear

In a toy shop high on a shelf
I sat as days went by
Watching all my friends be bought
As Christmas Eve drew nigh
 
A damaged Teddy Bear was I
Just waiting to be sold
Though no one came to look at me
As I sat alone and cold
 
But as tiny tears fell from my eyes
A fairy floated by
And as she waived her pretty wand
She said please don’t cry
 
Santa Claus has sent me to find
A special Teddy Bear
For a little girl who asked for one
In her bedtime prayer
 
So on Christmas Eve tied with a bow
Santa laid me by her side
And when she awoke and looked at me
Tears of joy she cried
 
With her little arms around me
I filled her heart with joy
For I had so much love to give
Though just a broken toy.

This Light Unveils

It’s not important what I know,
  but what I choose to feel

The facts once vital fall away,
  my fruit now fully peeled

The numbers orphaned, the glory waived,
  a whiter shade of pale

The music constant, the darkness gone,
  all truth—this light unveils

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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