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William Kelii Kekaula Poem
Critics
Wrote a poem in the sand,
Wonder how it fares if left alone,
Will it bear on its own merits
Or juxtapose by meddling hands,
Meantime, sun-dries it again,
Wind shifts it broad and thin,
Indelible puddles left by rain,
Sand critters pop out and in,
A boy and his ball rolls along,
With a long sigh, looks on down,
Builds a sandcastle then leaves,
Ebbtide gone, flood tide flows cleanly,
I returned, stood and discern,
Comme ci, comme ca, c'est la vie.
14th line English translated from French, "Like this, like that, that is life."
05/09/2019
*POTD*
~~Team PoetrySoup
*6th Place*
old poems, FREE VERSE (003)
~~Poet Destroyer A
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In midst of evading sounds and shadows
Lurks the soulless in search of reasoning
Whilst in the fullness, a youth bud still grows
Yet heard less, seen less, and not be wanting.
Death be heard, death be seen, what does it mean
The dearly departed, was it so dear
Having lived those years till age of nineteen
And suicide caused the family smear.
A precious life gone, was it worth the price
For whilst that soul lived and was being ignored
Gladly chooses a way, self-sacrifice
A soul leaves behind a life as pictured.
In midst of evading sounds and shadows
Lurks the soulless in search of reasoning.
Date: 06/24/2019
***NOTE: I extend my appreciation to all soupers for choosing 'SUICIDE RIPOSTE' as your 2nd most FAVE poem, My Heartfelt Aloha, indeed!
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Fear Of The Unknown
That sudden unknown, so unrevealing,
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way,
plainly creeping aimlessly neath our epidermis.
Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering downward and chilling our brittle bones,
while simultaneously causing us to gnash our pearly whites.
Until we came upon the realization,
that what had truly manifested itself,
was a self-induced fear that was so absorbing,
it had overwhelmed the mind in consuming anxiety,
losing control of our mental faculties,
proffering it free-will to buildup theoretical obsessions,
and alternate concessions.
2019 November 25
*1st Place*
Goosebumps
~~Delilah Ventura
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''Reflection of two world faith's, they're [+ & -] for now, HAIL, the created who followed their rules, be 'change' in their faith that bear's silly nothings but rules & regs that [/'s not x's] = 'warmongers. Rumi kissed Grace = CHANGE"
#3
GRACE
Key Holders [-] & [+] Door Openers
RUMI
Mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
lost toss and turns while hope waits for morning,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
Faults are the measures by those that implore,
while patience corrects whose worth adds timing,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
The ins and outs of worth; toiling, --encore,
a failed piece that favors one who's holding,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
Past pools plus and minus the ID's score,
super balanced the pendulums swaying,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
Life game's unwinnable; Ace--Royal wars,
snake eyes, don't pass go ..., directly singing,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
When they announce the winners on All Fours,
be game change--their rules, your games to winning,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door.
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*Image of Silence Effects by Pixabay.
the power of silence
his soul yelled her heart screamed~telltale faces held a deafening silence
2022 October 04
*1st Place*
The Power of Silence
~~JCB Brul: 2022 October 14
*HMS; 17 syllables.
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A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank,
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.
A dawn swift gust...brushes the ship from a rocky pillar,
duly rallies from rest...aids calamitous bellows from crow's nest,
witnessed by crew...rose an angel disguised with devil horns.
Seawater laps feverishly...against ship's wooden hull,
as panic over breed minds...once sturdy legs go feebly about,
cascading thoughts grips privately...every man for himself.
Another abrupt action...frees a churning sea expounds,
and an opening hole...devouring anything within its midst,
as desperation consumes...a ship has long met its doom.
A lone selfless soul of limited else...moved past the lost,
and hastily clutched a burdened javelin...and hoist it upwards,
with his petitioned combined strength...released the deadly blow.
Her dying scream...was drowned out by restored happy voices,
and a wealth of well-wishes and praises...honoring accolades,
as lone eyes of a humble sort...gaze a siphoning pass.
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Inspiring, crescendo ... the ascension,
of myth and legend as Yaguara,
or "Death in one leap" the sleek frame, Jaguar
as if it's from another dimension.
Leopards bit spotty, but Jaguars take
a rosette form, tell-tale signs like water
that natures them. As a jungle squatter,
prey, and time of hunt, don't discriminate
their mettle. Domains--mine alone; moms play
dads too, tongues play teeth too, cubs play adult
as hunt molds age. Overcast shades result
in a Black Panther coexist display.
Imperil: human expansion collide,
... imagine our continental divide.
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*Image of Candlelight by Pixabay.
fiery events
a candle flickers
ever waning as it melts
may love spark again? of course
breath pleased a candle
flames tuckered time for amour?
nicely kindled set to spark
2021 July 10
e.g., Ni Katuata
HMS & PS; 577, 577
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It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness
Encountering myself at a passionate spring
oozing its life gliding o'er its rocky bosom
chasms sufficed with furtherance laden
gifts of living courses tunneling down
from motherly mountains snow-fed
delight toppings by the Almighty
everlasting tears of joyfulness
A wooden bucket welcoming the shedding
edges of joy tickling evanescence seized
accumulates in remnants of an oak tree
sacrifice to tender this righteous wink
A pair of raw souls saunters off and atop
between nature and humankind be its
a causation of overgrowth naturing
a devoted father beheld visions
ere nights dreamt blueprints
of a raised walkway that'll
be free from the earth
that nears and will
muddle during
rainy bits
A wooden back door with its top half made
of glass panes that are partway colorfully
stained whereby venturesome peeks
The Bachelor Sun that highlights a
maiden placing a bucket filled
with living waters atop its
confident scaffolding
Humming blends of a mild soprano that
pleasures a coursing of an audience
assembled of bestilled inanimate
sightless to a wandering spirit
ladling fine splashing of
immersing waters in
metallic holdings
nearly drowns
the voicing
A kettle name changer makes its caring way
to a blackened cast iron stove where
it idles anticipating a fiery embrace
an instants satisfaction appeals
to exiting humming sounds
opening and shutting a
back door to calm
Femineity graces a tree full of yellowish bitter
orbs that scented stared intensity when
lookovers are at play and the focus
is The Merengue on meringue
as reaching, tugs to pluck
then an array of clay
pots fresh minty
clump spray
is freed
one
A Welcome mat is stepped and scrubbed off
as the inconsequential door is troubled to
ignorance as it's reared-bumped so to
soften its abrupt closing to skirts
pleating as yellow and green
eases on a sturdy wood
nigh shiny sharpy's
that's purposed
A room goes barren of its occupant as a
humming bestilled to quietude as the
venue exchanges to the adjacent
parlor reserved activity traces
to age in a chair made of
comforting wools as
daintiness bows
to a whisper
"Dad, Mom will be home shortly and
I making some tea and it will be
ready soon then I will bring
it in for us to enjoy and
hopefully mom will
be here okay I'll
be back Dad"
A man well in years staring blankly
at a young woman that he smiles
with no reasoning or purpose
as absence seals the void
of a parlor familiarity
Humming restores the adjacent room to
its reawakening delights to a mindful
of self-amusement and resolve to
attend the cool waters be first
trends to a pleasing heat
and safely transfer it
from metal kettle
to a porcelain
fine teapot
A wired mesh gets filled with dried Pekoe
tea leaves that are carefully hung in
a Royal Alberts Chinaware teapot
as a toaster pop-up freshly
heated wheat that is
swiftly buttered
on porcelain
platters
A car rounds a driveway
and parks to ensuing
car door sounding
and footsteps
That back door again becomes active
"Baby girl where are you?" "I'm out
in the backyard needing a final
touch I'll be in shortly Mom"
A back door closes rearing a Bachelor
Sun shone it set its wedding ring to
Solar beams in accommodating
a most blessed occasioning
A mother wheels in their mentor of love
a daughter places a well-adorned tea
settings of Royal Alberts Chinaware
while Mom opens a store-bought
Teacakes and put on saucers
while her younger half still
smiling pours orange tea
that instant a Pekoe's
redolence's a parlor
and its occupants
handheld loving
prays Almighty
a daughter
a Mom a
Dad ...
He
who
dreamt
a quaint
structure
a daughter
a love mentor
and Tea Time at The Jones
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“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
The 'umbilical cord',
hereby symbolic,
its severance
where
initiated,
a soul of three,
and then much more.
Growing up was an
in-depth shared
furtherance,
whereupon,
directives were encountered,
either embraced or tossed aside.
Time and again, instant moments,
encouraging considerations,
imbued ponderance,
whereto,
we tether ourselves
to a sizeable pole of justifications.
Hail to a fitness club, or a cab to a McDonald's,
intermittent intervals, slim down or fatten up,
choice batters about a pole that remains,
until life expectance,
leans awkward,
wherefore
for time indulgence,
slacks a major facet as the pole evolves minor,
for one's immediate concerns, lies elsewhere, a priority.
All the while, the pole was steadfast but never silent
taking a backseat to the urgencies of the moment
significance tallies the hours near,
wherein
one now realizes that time is fleeting,
wonders how one's pole has shaped itself, was it worth their while.
At that instant, open their eyes
and see the poles that are
standing around them
bedside so they can
measure their
worth truly.
Where
we mete
out ourselves
to whom we truly
Blessed Assurance.
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