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Sean Kibble Poem
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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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 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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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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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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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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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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A
cure for
man’s cancer,
a worthy cause
throughout November.
Men are dying too young,
Help men talk about their health,
We can’t afford to stay silent.
So, grow a mo*, and help save a bro**
*mo – moustache
** bro - brother
11.06.2022
Note: Movember Australia is the leading charity changing the face of men's health on a global scale, focusing on mental health and suicide prevention, prostate cancer and testicular cancer.
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Halloween heist
(Anapaestic Tetrameter)
As the ghosts of tomorrow amass in the hall,
unaware of the darkness descending around,
from the silhouettes crawling along the back wall,
to the creaking of doors with the faintest of sound.
Then a walking ensemble invaded the room,
as the gremlins start growling their threat and demand,
made the joy of the people turn quickly to gloom,
with their creepy attire and light weapons in hand.
A true heist is afoot, no trick for Halloween,
“Now just open the wallets, hand over the cash.
if you follow our orders, we will not be mean
just surrender your jewels, we’re out in a flash”.
In the land of the living, there’s instants of dread,
Be afraid of the mortals, not scared of the dead.
11.02.2022
Contest: Halloween poetry contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Words used: creepy, descending, silhouettes, gloom, darkness, living, open, walking, Halloween, dread.
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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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