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The Solemn Rose

In the breathing forest came memories of my youth,
Nothing more than happiness shadowed by the truth.
The rising sun pulchritudinous like the smile on her face,
Let me think of her once more of pure and simple grace. 

    In the center of the wood lived a solemn rose,
    Surrounded by a cruel weed which prohibited it to grow.
    The weed was not considerate only thinking of itself,
    Hurt the little rose not caring of how it felt. 

    Now the rose has grown up and overtowers the weed,
    Making it undernourished and causing it to bleed.
    Through tolerance and patience the rose has been well fed,
    And for the spiteful weed, he gained a brand new bed.

Glancing to the falling moon, I've realized what I've done,
I've killed my inner self by following the sun.
I only hope that things will change far before the end,
So that the enemy I have gained will turn to be my friend.

1989

Seventh Place
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney

Third Place
YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS

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Onomatopoeia Abecedarian

Alley cats meow
Bees buzz
Canines bark
Ducks quack
Elephants snort
Frogs croak
Geese honk
Horses neigh
Iquanas wheeze
Jaquars snarl
Kangaroos thump
Lions roar
Mice squeak
Northern flickers wick wick wick
Owls hoot
Parakeets chirp
Quaggas whoop
Roosters cock-a-doodle-doo
Scorpions snap
Turkeys gobble
Urials baa
Vultures hiss
Wolves howl
Xuhai goats bleat
Yaks moo
Zebras bray

Thursday, October 21, 2021

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The Honey Rose


Today I danced around my rose garden
as I typically do
enjoying all the varieties of colors
all remaining true

But today something wonderful happened
as the birds, butterflies and bees
lead me to the corner of the garden
to see what I couldn’t believe

It was a single rose 
in the color of pure honey
it was so beautiful and smelled so fresh
Everything about it was so sunny

It’s stem did not have any thorns
which was strange to me
It seemed to be welcoming me
and wanted me to see…

That beauty can be found in difference
as to be like others need not be
and true friendship can be held together
if one so much believes

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The Bay

She whispers, ‘Stay’
yet I find myself heading toward the bay

I start with a hike though the woods
if only the way I knew I could

And then the marshes to soak my feet
I’m on my way to a divine treat 

And then there is the entrance to the bay
So little time to release what I have to say

To immerse myself up to my neck
In cooling waters, oh what the heck 

It’s late at night and I see the stars
Will they wish me goodbye so near or far

I hold glimpse to the waxing moon
My spiritual turnover is coming soon 

Will she miss me my darling love
We were soulmates attached from above

I hear the ghostly fisherman’s bell
And now it’s time for me to go to hell

Don’t cry for me today
It was just an outing to the bay

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Owl

Only wise when awake
Outgoing like the wind
Opposed to nothing small
Ousts mice very quickly 
Ornery predators 
Outstanding birds indeed
Onlookers are enthralled

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The Meatball

I'm a meatball in a sub,
With three others just like me,
We are warmed by tomato sauce,
And a blanket made of cheese.

The roll is our surrounding house,
Handled by a man,
Shivering at a football stadium,
While sitting in the stands.

My best friends will soon leave me,
One by one as I watch the teeth,
Overreach each sphere of nutrients,
Devouring what's beneath.

This is what I was born to do, so I will not be afraid,
Munch, munch, munch. Oh what a glorious day!

18-September-2021

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To Die yet to Live Again


They held me down
and injected me with a needle 
that took away my ability to sleep

It is true
I haven’t slept in six years

I imagine this persisted consciousness 
will remain with me after my body dies

Then there was yet another needle
that transferred the landscape of hellfire

Will I toast for all eternity 
is this the secret of the Illuminati

I can only point to others
that suffered the same fate
Aaron Hernandez

But who can help me now 
is this a puzzle to be solved 

When I’m gone
all that will remain 
is this cryptic poem

Yet I imagine no one will care
or even understand
the evils that men do

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We Can't See the Wind But Its Effects Are In Plain View

The luscious, long, green grass
Sways and sweeps and flows.
How far, how fast this wind will travel,
No one really knows!

This same wind could stir up
Whirls and waves in all seas.
This powerful force makes nature dance.
Our senses this does please.

Though it can be disruptive
On a minor or major scale,
It can uproot trees, tear roofs off houses,
It can delay or prevent sails...

It still has its boundaries.
This can be assuring to all, to me and you.
We can't see the wind,
But it's effects are in plain view.

Sometimes this wind teases us,
Playing with our hair,
Or has us swatting at thistles and leaves,
Flying through the air.

The wind can also be so kind,
To tell us our coffee's hot.
Or to move our rude cigar,
From it's blowing spot.

Wind can be a gentle reminder,
To put on our kid's jacket,
Or to lower our voice,
During a downwind racket.

It is always there soft or strong,
And never with a hue, that is...
We can't see the wind,
But it's effects are in plain view.

19-September-2021

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Heart Beating Wow

"I loved her since the day I met her" by _Poet


I miss her much more now each and every day
She was my love in every which way
She walks her own lone path now
Wiped me from her brow
Beating here
Wow
Beating there
Memories do bow
In many ways I know how
So many words I wish to just say
I miss her much more now each and every day

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In the land of Ink


Ink Empress is my muse 
Her poetry takes takes me away
To the land of butterflies and gems

Her metaphors are unique
Enlightening me to the fullest
I’m indeed impressed

And wow! What a vocabulary
I constantly have to look her words up
So I can fully embrace her wonderfulness

I’ve become a misanthropic lonely person
After my divorce 
But Ink’s words restore my faith

When I need a lift 
I go to Ink’s prose
And there I find happiness

While others go about their business 
I sit and I wait
For what Ink will post next!

Thank you Ink for being such a delight
In a world that has turned so cold
You are the fire that warms us all