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Stradivarius - Mia

S - she played like an accomplished musician		
T - throughout the whole of the audition 				
R - receiving a standing ovation after an 			
A – awe inspiring performance that		
D - delighted all, audience and judges alike with	
I – impeccable timing and pitch whilst			
V - veritable charm seeped from her fingers that even 	
A - angels would be jealous of, an awesome
R - rendition of unforced precision which 		
I - in spite of her tender age, was beyond 		
U – unexpected and all she gave was a 		
S - shy smile not realising her potential		


Message is a quote by Heinrich Heine

09.01.21
Contest: Message in Acrostic 2
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

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Abstracts Are Never Absolute

He deems the ways and dares to understand,		
a measure of a love that went astray,
from libelled forces, which compelled his hand,		
to lies, and morals left to slow decay.

No one forgo or risk refute her right, 
a stubborn choice is seldom steered by sense.
To cease callow mishaps from leaving blight	.
sound case to aid her act of self-defence.

Yet, who can purge despair from a man’s soul,
who boldly baulked against such mortal deed?
His choice dismissed as outside his control,
no matter pleading creed, indeed, his breed.

Such anguish will forever convolute
because abstracts are never absolute.

06.27.21

You are free to choose, but you are not free to alter the consequences of your decision
 – Ezra Taft Benson (politician)

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The Twilight

The cadent curls recede upon the shore,
with fizzle sounds like brushes on a drum,
their once brave tune declined forevermore,
beneath the growing shades of a beach plum.

The shadow fingers stretch along the beach,
to close the eyelids of a sleepy sun,
on the horizon nodding her last speech,	
her closing song, as her best time is done.

Yet, she leaves fervent images behind,
reprints of joyous moments on the sand,
or backwash from tides pounding so unkind,
a montage of love sketches super grand.	
	
Before the final twilight curtain’s drawn,
seek to bask in the wonders of each dawn.

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Bee's Kiss

In the morning dew
          redolent sounds 
                       of summer surround me 

In pendant blue
                I flaunt my splendour
eagerness cresting
                my desires peaking

He wonders around
                 charming the milieu
dressed in stripes and
                          an invincible air

Dashingly he comes to me
                    whispering sweet nothings
                             his music sonicates me
Enchanted I allow
               his mandibles to
                                  masticate me
I could feel his warmth
                     rubbing rhythmically
                                 all along my lobes

Then 
       he titillates open 
                               my softness
and sucks up the succus
          as I let him
                       relish my goodness
we enthuse in this moment	
                Of pure bliss
until he
              seeds me 

Feeling sated
                 I radiate in the risen sun
And let him flutter away 
                  to his flourishing fantasies

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To Be One With the World

Curbed, is the joy to dance in soaking rain,
when its descant’s encore mistunes its beat.
Choked, is the charm of flowers fragrant treat,
for lifetimes falter till aromas wane.	

Dulled, is the shine of stars in cosmic reign,
once gazing eyes glaze up, as time is fleet.			
Hushed, is the bliss that trilling birds entreat,
with ears deceived and well attuned to feign.

So is the child in us, like a sail furled,
alike the blooming bud with petals veiled,
same as the river flows that dams repressed.
Hence, the price paid, “to be one with the world”,
where blurred mores live with ideas curtailed,
the child in us alive and yet suppressed.

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Bus Stop Musing

Daily morning ritual rain or sunshine
Eye romance beginning on a bus stop queue
Founding jaunty mawkishness everlasting
Teenager pining

Background music softly enraptures the mood
Candelabra flickers on snowy linen 
Sparkling bubblies celebrate our encounter 
Eagerness mounting

Flawless cuteness leaning on steaming bathtub
Bashful petals casting their lovely fragrance
Spellbound, swirling in midst of bursting bubbles
Hankering simmers

Blurring horn halts instantly my intense trance
Prospect missed as porcelain beauty vanished 
Left with a foretaste of that magic moment
I vow she’ll be mine

11.27.2022

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Lore

To trace again the feats of men from yore,		
With risky voyages to foreign shore,			
That thought them facts they did not know before,	
latent lands and vast blues they dared explore.		
Their adventures opened the knowledge door,		
Of cultures and customs, by peace or war.
While their exploits are written in folklore
Their spirits walk with us forevermore
As through legend ancestors passed on lore

		
11.09.2022
9 lines – 10 syllables per line – 65 words
Contest: Monomixorhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet

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Samhain

SAMHAIN – All Hallow’s Eve

(Anapestic tetrameter)


As the evening approaches and darkness surrounds,
When orb spiders are weaving to capture their prey,
then, all over the country, a madness abounds,
Where abnormal behavior is out on display.

On the streets of the suburb an army descends,
To amuse their weird bones for a moment of thrill,
With some tricking and treating their friendship extends,
While their costumes portray an unpleasant death chill.

Though the meaning of this day, is lost on these mobs,
An old Gaelic event brings an end to the crop,
Or beginning of winter with sniffles and sobs,
and the feast of All Saints, ill-designed from the top*.

Yet the death that they honor was with them from birth,
Unaware of its presence while living on earth.

3rd place trophy winner

10.21.2022

* Pope Gregory 3rd changed the feast day to 1st November which now incorporates some of the traditions of Samhain.

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True Grit

I hit the canvas one more time,
a young man’s pride demeaned by doubt,
your hand of friendship helped me climb,
disturbed and nearly beaten out.
	
But once again the mouthguard spills,
life overflows with ruthless pain,
caught ‘tween this warring clash of wills,
of failure or success again.

The goals I had where only dreams,
until you taught me how to plan,
the bell has rung once more it seems,
this time I know I’ll win, I can.

So be admired for your true grit,
embrace daydreams and never quit.

(iambic tetrameter)

11.27.22

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Slump

Slump

(Shakesperean sonnet in Iambic Pentameter)

Sobs, muted sobs, night's harvest of remorse,
spread from the core and dribble through the eyes,
in search of solace on this woeful course,
of bygone suns that shall no longer rise.

Cries, muffled cries, those nightmares of despair,
rise from the pits to choke a gloomy soul,
and waken corpses from commitments’ lair,
where pledges gather dust in a black hole.

Yet this numb, downcast, and lethargic mood,
returns with vengeance early every morn,
like pleasant warmth of summer lassitude,
no matter the night’s ridicule and scorn.

Regret piles up, like mail we never read,	
To foster apathy and sorrow breed

Placed 4th

10.15.2022

Submitted to "A Brian Strand Premiere Contest"