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Seeing Autumn's Oak Adorn

Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.

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Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
11.22.14

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Sold

There is no difference,
the saints whisper and every enemy and ally
wake to forever’s difference,
that neither knee nor tongue will deny.

Doubt bit into Innocence and sold
the first coffins wrapped in pride.
Creation became a seed – a box filled twofold,
when under silt,  Eden died.

Secular tides engulf their last season
to bury God and Baal,
synthetic rainbows enlighten treason
fulfills the fool’s tale.

Escape suffering to bend
love to an abstract sum.
Detached absurdity when
a false bliss is done.

Not enough of Earth’s blood
to sustain paved veins,
a technological flood
of isotopes and labor pains.

Fiat economies root for
the drug and gun,
made the bomb’s core
hotter than the sun.

infusions of contraband’s revenue
numbs the inconvenience of sin.
A dream’s fence became headstones ensue,
declared wars we can’t afford to win.

Seeded skies less blue to breathe,
the incense of death and device,
ivory towers babel and seethe,
lies spoil the last grains of paradise.

One rich man though licked by the flame,
still sees Lazarus as a servant and to those
who tear Christ off the Cross to make him the same,
Judas still hangs in the shadows.

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Written 10.28.16
Contest: Saints and Sinners
Sponsor: Silent One

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Childhood Dreams

Naiveté wraps the child
until the chills slowly
begin to snuggle in,
smothering the illusions leaving
the residuals of sickness
and disappointment
that is man.

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Contest: Fallen
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Written: 11.29.15
Word Count: 25

My person was the entire human race.  As a child, I viewed adults as ethically advanced and emotionally stable.  Thought of world as an Utopia – the best trip I ever had.  From this disappointment, I was given the contrast to appreciate forgiveness and those I found that are advanced.

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Exposing the Soul

The fallen sons slipped off Creation’s lens.
To taste the sting from our own tree and fruit.
Their giants quarried till no place to stand.
Before these day’s deceiving shades of gray,
The prophet’s shutters opened wide to write.
Foretold of hate in focus driving nails.
Our Pilate’s wash in Silver Halide’s bowl.
For only one Son’s blood can fill the baths,
His saving grace developing the soul.
And now reflecting every color’s hue,
Presented flawless under Father’s sight.
This world to turn and from you it will take.
Endure this to the end and ride the light.

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To Trust

I walked beyond the ease of youth,
and refused the prosperity
given to an ignorant mind.
Over years you revealed the truth;
every heart morbidly aligned,
leaves nothing seen with clarity, 
lapses into vulgarity.
Utter disgust seeps out of me,
spiritually I now see.
Convicted a past void and dead,
carved sand dunes of Indian red.
The one way back, God's call will sing
a new impassioned coloring,
it will always cost everything.
In every season of a loss,
get back up to lean on The Cross.
Written in the books of Heaven,
three hidden measures of leaven.
Belief begins to underwrite
the end of sorrows — have to trust,
to endure and finish the fight, 
hanging onto your word, I must.

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Beautification

Corralled in Plato’s cave,
groupies of untenable shadows,
silenced their intuitions to the smoke and other sighs.

Jamaica’s capital hosted a convention
giving an ever-leaving coward’s play a stage,
now his work is done.

Senior partner and the oldest liar —
the younger roo’s handler —
watches from his own Whitman’s tower;

one man walking past the fire,
brave enough to look at the sun,
his integrity can see behind it.

Hate moved a biased hand against him,
but the truth is like The Cross,
and vanity will always seek a mirror.

Beyond any conviction,
immutable.
Forever keeping themselves,
beautiful.

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Written: 05.01.20 – 05.03.20

Inspired by the bravery, intellectual honesty and integrity of my friend Mark Koplin.

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Sonnet Chiweenie Boo

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.   
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.

11.14.14

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Christmas Music

Traditional Format

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
he listens as the angels start to sing,
recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.

Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
the gifts we need are never under trees,
mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.

Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,
mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
united song with Christ, him to erase
so many sins in mercy to impart.

In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away. 

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Acrostic Format

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,

Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away. 

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Written: 12.16.15

Most recently entered
Contest: Shakespearean Sonnet
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire w/ co-judge Jack Thorne

Previously entered
Contest: Your absolute best
Sponsor: The Seeker

Previously entered
Contest: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

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Theatre of My Soul

The flying sent projections free to see,
from adjunct Astrals singing bold decree.

Perched on Pisces’s cusp, forsaking Plato’s cave,
Puppets casting shadows, chancing me a slave.

They hang from dreams of higher forms, allures
Contempt in self when loving carnal cores.

Haunted by women’s passions kept in Spirits,
Dawns my sleeping stages now inherits

Marionettes aloft eternal twists
of spinning truths with lies recalling trysts.

Killing prone volitions, changing essence.
Chosen starlight’s beings guiding presence.

Upon a love in purest form demands,
Forgotten suicides of ego strands.

Risking Pirsig’s fate in Zen and journey,
Waging sanity, a bounty worthy.

The stringing of my soul and bracing seeks,
A pulling truth beyond this death it speaks.

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Alternating stanzas of iambic and trochaic pentameter

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Beautiful Ones

Beautiful Ones

Aloft in the steam, they look like Eagles.
Perched now on the edge of the bowl,
proud courtesies peck the kind and meek
with true meanings and Premier trophies.

Unprecedented vanity creates illusion 
with self appointed monarchs. 
Court jesters perform a merry dance 
patronizing peasants. 

Draws the gaze towards the stage,
demands the ‘groundlings’ awe.
Under their script, the knees bend
as truth is removed by deleted scenes.

Kings and queens laugh sadistically 
offering a standing ovation, but 
festivities are interrupted abruptly, 
as valiant knights rebel against oppression.

Disrobed, their crowns become 
spears through the sternum’s shield,
impales hearts that only bleed
weak fallacies and pretentious devices.

As their guise becomes clear, 
anemic vultures are revealed. 
Perched upon a bowl of blood, 
anticipating their next persecution.

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A collaboration with Silent One
Inspired by the Globe Theatre
05.16.16