You sachet round the aisle
Just to seek an earnest romp
You flash your crooked smile
More of your parasitic pomp
A masher and a cad
You ever prey on their desires
Take everything they had
Then put out their friendly fires
You'll laugh your life away
You're quite the jester, yes it's true
I've just come here today
Saying, the joke my bloke's on you
No one ever calls you friend
Nor will ever recall your name
When you reach the bitter end
You'll know you played a losing game
No mourners will be present
Teary-eyed beside your grave
No tender reminiscent
No fond knick-knacks left to save
Some may find it sad indeed
But, all the same, I find it just
Time to plant another seed
One more idiot in the dust
I am a perennial winner
Cause I refuse to be a loser
I am programmed for victory
And I vehemently refuse to walk by sight
Nor by what my circumstances look like
For what is seen is temporary
I refuse to allow my situation
To dictate the direction of my prayer or confession
For I can not rise above my confession
Confession determines the life I enjoy
Whatever I give my attention minutely
Is what I have become in reality
Let your confession therefore
Be in line with God’s promises
When hard times strike
Do not take the route of complaints
Nor get frightened by what you see around you
Cause the unseen hands of God
Who does not sleep or slumber
Work behind the scenes
To change you through your circumstances
For hard times are meant to improve you
And adequately prepare you for promotion
And not to impair you
So welcome challenges with all your heart
And confess success through your challenges
lily of the valley
divine cluster of bells
charisma on a stem
its perfume awakens nature
and announces spring's
long awaited homecoming
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Age and circumstance conspire
As the will waffles
Beneath the weight
Of the unanticipated
Present
A gift
They called it
This aging thing
A crumpled box
Found in the dark corner
Of forgetfulness
The softening
Of the delicious
Into the bruised torment
Of a long-forgotten season
And yet
The core contains it all
Accepts the circumstance
Defies the conspirator
Knowing that age
Is but time’s tempering tool
cooling its perfection
Traveling far, far away from home
Leaving family and friends to roam
Did not expect changes it would bring
To a life feeling apathy’s sting
Had much pity from which to borrow
Saw no bright future into tomorrows
Never thought to make goals or form dreams
Caught in a trap of daily routines
Knew nothing beyond my locale
Blind to the avenues I had
Just going along with old pals
Digging cars, music, and gals
Trying to hide distress was not smart
Shielding the anxiousness in my heart
I feigned joy but was acting a part
No one knew the deep sigh in my heart
Then one day to my utter delight
When out of the dark came a light
Circumstance and good fortune teamed
With opportunity to redeem
From plateau low to mountain heights
Life beyond the status quo plights
Came like a shot from a crossbow
Hitting with a decisive blow
Now have traveled from shore to shore
Lived in six states, flown over more
Earned three degrees along the way
Proud of my military days
A determined pull, in the opposite direction of home,
Into an estranged battle field of vague dreams and gentle thought,
A place where kingdoms meet, and where god must reside,
What should be an ecstatic vision of the universe, instead,
A tomb of sighs,
Maybe I don’t belong here,
maybe I once did;
maybe I do,
maybe none of this is the truth;
Maybe it’s a shot in the dark,
maybe it’s as honest as the Sun;
Maybe I can,
maybe just one more chance;
Maybe a new circumstance,
maybe;
Maybe I get tired of old words,
maybe that’s to be expected;
Maybe this poem’s trash
maybe it’s a rough diamond;
Maybe lightning struck me,
Maybe it never did;
Maybe it’s just thunderstorms,
maybe silence is what’s real;
Maybe it’s a new circumstance,
maybe.
Happy Earth Day, PS...
How the majestic spectacle of Nature is revealed
At the end of a dull and gloomy day
When the bullying, storm-foreboding clouds give way
And allow the struggling, setting sun to gild, and flush,
And glorify this tiny expanse of rocks and shrubbery
With an awesome pomp and circumstance of color,
And cast a mesmerizing spell that holds the eye,
And caresses and stirs the spirit like martial music.
Paradox humanity widespread insanity
Violent diet; plus viewpoints inviolate
1970s t v box, equals the earliest intox'
2000s loaded inbox reality in kris-cross
Innundated info, nightmares of unknown
Control as destiny? In monster intensity'
Dystopian intellect; humans at disconnect
Poisoned minds, engineer own immunity.
Shall we allow such evil? With impunity.'
If i fear?? I fear God alone; and dis-unity.'
In support of fear is a liar contest
Sotto poet
we would need a chance
to enhance each circumstance
for making romance
knew God would forbid
long lasting being vivid
about what they did
always ill fated
with fools am fascinated
even if related
we could hardly wait
agree after we negotiate
then may consummate
when we say a fool
poorly would be playing pool
he should go to school
I bled a river of crimson red for many years,
It's said with time one's broken heart will heal.
My great love leaving me was one of my fears,
I bled a river of crimson red for many years.
We had a love, filled with much passion and zeal.
He left, heart is still raw, I've shed a lot of tears;
I bled a river of crimson red for many years,
It's said with time one's broken heart will heal.
02/25/2022
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Time and circumstance make strange companions
For one is fleeting, and the other happenstance,
Still, they walk hand-in-hand through our lives
Like when we experience our first love, perchance.
Together through the tribulations of our first romance
Time and circumstance working together, we see,
What is oft characterized as good fortune and fate
Unknowingly admitting what was inevitably to be.
We wonder, then, if our lives are exquisitely arranged
By the great Master of both time and circumstance
Who, in infinite wisdom, knows what is best for us,
Since it was he who brought us to this crazy dance.
So, it behooves us to consider the two a grand plus
Meandering and maneuvering our complex lives thus.
written February 24, 2022
Weather is a fact
here to be taken into
consideration.
M-y
A-crostic
R-epels
Y-our
J-inx
E-rasing
A-nd
N-egating
R-oad
O-f
N-egative
C-ircumstance
A-bout
L-ife
Topic: Birthday of Mary Jean T. Roncal (February 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
On daily basis producing their hyperactive arms
For their better-offs’ less automatic alms:
On lucky charity, therefore, badly dependent,
With things not looking quite resplendent.
The word ‘Pauper’ fitting their circumstance,
Year after year, not exceeding a certain distance.
In their quest for help, increasingly instinctive
And like lawyers, by dress distinctive:
Theirs an unplanned celebration of shabbiness
With a sickening inclination to hairs of shagginess.
Beggars, though there are, who gorgeous clothes put on,
On purpose trying to win onlookers’ good opinion:
The pass-mark of character who channel their pity
To only The Sophisticated in their society.
Still beggars there are by laziness manufactured
On their physique no injuries nor the restructured
Nor, for that matter, the obvious blindness
Nor observable lameness;
Able-bodied men we shouldn’t have assisted,
Until they have persisted
With aspiring tuneful voices aiming to mesmerize us
Or comic displays such as one loves.
Beggars might remain people of lowly station
Further pitted against reduced expectation.
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