I like to paint myself. Should I be a face in the crowd?
Shouldn't I be the one fondly holding my head so high?
To be poised, I peep into my mirror, shedding her shroud.
My physique seems fit; why does my face show an unheard sigh?
Does this frown flicker around displeasure and depression?
Do these wrinkles on my face pose pessimistic feelings?
Does my grey hair signal wisdom? Or a stress expression?
Is my redness rake resilience reduction readings?
Rainbow colours I mix; why does yet peach predominate?
Unintended brown, grey, and black too immodestly spread
No place near master artists, my face does accommodate
Isn't self-portrait self's? It's, hence, I gladly go ahead.
I look imperfect, Wabi Sabi. This, in truth, am I.
Amn't I, yet, part of the perfect divine dwelling on high?
When I am gone, I will regret expended time
I wasted lavishly on matters less sublime.
For too long I have been in constant motion til
Inveterate blindfold broke loose and let me see -
World's stunning grandeur worth admiring lies standstill
In unsurpassed, bold and primal state of carefree.
I should've paused for a second, for a minute,
Upon majestic statue of the mountain peak,
A mud puddle after rain with sun ray in it,
A silent snowflake wafting chilly on my cheek.
I should've lent my helping hand to many more,
The poor and wretched among us predominate,
Sweeter reward is to care than to be cared for -
Late learnt lesson, whether acquired or innate.
I should've called you every day because I could,
Held you tight and tender in intimate embrace.
Walking the earth seemed as a privilege for good,
Along the sacred myth of ever lasting days.
If I could only take it back for better cause -
To lavishly admire - more often I would pause.
January 23, 2023
Contest: Poetry Marathon
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Something To Ponder
Miracle Man
3/10/2022
Unburdened by truth,
we exist at a time in history where social media
has become the predominate way to perpetuate falsehoods.
Much time is consumed on social media,
concocting some story or passing on an untruth,
where its easy to berate, cancel, and spread falsehoods
without fear of consequences.
A time when those who have are called privileged or racist,
and many who have not, feel entitled.
We live in a time when our phones lay claim
to more time than does slumber.
Things that are said about, and not to,
in most cases should best be left unsaid.
Tom
If I where but a flower
I would completely overpower
Passion exploding upon slow motion
Burst forth gently, inducing satisfaction
Numbing pain, exuding pleasure, irresistible
Wafting flow, perfumed, appealing to desirability
Inexorable heavenly, stimulating senses, comforting
Hypnotic colours, psychedelic, evincing on persuasiveness
Lose yourself in me, find servility, you so want to be mastered
There is only one sweet moment, give in, indulge inequities
Explore taboo feelings, ride the storm, I’ll set you free
Allow my scent to saturate, permeate, predominate
Don’t try understand, succumb, let it happen
Relax unwind, in my redolent splendour
It cannot be sinful, for nobody cares
Nature does not judge, but gives
Never forget my essence
Have I not touched
Sheer fantasy
Pointedly
If I Were A Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by mystic Rose Rose
01/02/2021
The invisible disease still lingered in the air.
But it was not as predominate as the smoke that could be smelled everywhere.
After Ura, the demon of plagues, began to fall into her one hundred year slumber
The more powerful demon of division roared with thunder.
Not even old, greying Joe could stop him as he laid in his coffin.
The lotus princess took over the presidency and he was forgotten.
When the golden goddess' elephants died, all she could do is cry.
She looked up at the sky and asked God "Why?".
Into her open hand a hardened silkworm cocoon fell.
As it began to break out of its shell,
Its wings filled up with blood and strengthened.
Brown, strong cecropia moth wings lengthened.
"TO STRENGTHEN YOU FOR WHAT IS TO COME" God's voice advised. "YOU MUST BE STRONG ENOUGH TO DEFEND THE HUMAN RACE AND YOUR EARTH FROM THE DARKNESS THAT WILL INVADE SOON".
Port Talbot
The city of steel,
Is the place where I belong,
Under its industrial cloak and working class reel,
Where talent is abundant and steelworkers are made from steel.
The city of steel,
The place where chimneys stack high out of reach,
And golden sand river from its arms,
Where identity and pride manufacture industrial charm,
The city of steel,
With its industrial predominate core nestled by the shore,
A heart pumping its flow with pride and identity,
And natures blanket covering close guarding hills smug with beauty,
The city of steel,
It's tomorrow shackled with greed and jealousy,
Tricked by fools promise sheltering black rats,
And caught by deadly bloodhounds hunting in packs,
The city of steel,
Whose children are forged not born,
Who will never repudiate but battle what you stand,
Until the safe return of their great land.
This is my city of steel,
Our city of steel.
Hillary and Donald
By Franklin Price
7/29/2016
Hillary and Donald
The Clinton and the Trump
Run to save the country
Or send it further in the dump
Only the two of them are left
To run for president
We no longer feel the Bern
And sixteen have come and went
Clinton is establishment
Politics has been her thing
If she wins will be the first female
To wear the presidential ring
Brings years of participating
With the Washington elite
Where graft is most predominate
Among most everyone you meet
Trump is from the outside
Wants to change the status quo
Will make this country great again
Just how he'll do it we don't know
Being tired of Washington elite
Donald said the things we thought
He also was self funding
A billionaire who was not bought
Neither one is popular
Told so by the polls and news
Neither one is good for us
They're not the ones that we would choose
Who do you think it was that chose them?
Was not some little elves
It was voting by the people
Yes, we did this to ourselves
So now will come November
And on the day the polls will close
One will be chosen by the voters
What will happen no one knows
orange and yellow
vivid hues predominate
in the tropic spring
anaranjado y amarillo
vividas tonalidades que predominan
la primavera tropical
4-4-2016
I always had the UNIVERSE,
But the yard was it until I went to school.
A two block radius
That grew as I got older.
Jr. High increased the area to
Include Mission Valley
And to the Park,
The beaches,
The Island.
City and County.
Father died in '62.
Life and Love
Started to predominate my thoughts.
Seven more years and the World
Became accessible.
And the Universe
IS STILL HERE.
like shellfish...
selfish...
Like male men...
tell friends...
to be...
something like me...
theres nothing i see...
thats likely...
I be on spiritual iv's...
my dreams..
might bring...
light beams...
to your sights seen...
in five weeks...
your wife leaves....
just like leaf's...
in autum...
whats benieth the bottom...
of this fecetious problem...
like belimiks starvin..
I'm carvin my hardend turmoil..
pardon my garden is her soil...
converge royal with poverish...
and the problems witch...
haunt the motrapolis..
will call it quites...
like college kids...
during the day and age of the apocolypse...
we all search for providence..
in a world with no common sense or cognizance...
a hypothesis...
becomes obstiante reactions...
I'm an ideologist with passion...
whose predominate with rappin...
mind ****s make your conciousness colapse in...
like condon tips that slaps men...
you pocket ****, like fostered kids..
the profits missed...
the links between...
the reasons we...
believe in greed...
humans need to bleed and breed..
to use this dellusive seed we feed..
like ruends im ruendfor at least a speach or two...
how can i preach the truth...
when we beat the youth...
MARRIAGE – short version
Ah togetherness
Can be a joy or a HELL!
It’s he she me thee
And one must predominate
Which one is the Collie dog?
Talk about money
The stuff no one has enough
Can break a friendship
Can screw up a marriage
There’s my money her money
Let’s talk about sex
Can be a joy or a HELL!
“I have a headache”
Home late – “I had a flat tire”
The fat lawyer sits and waits
I'm 18 years old and I live in a world where
Sadness is predominate, there is no such thing as peace.
If we stray from the beaten path, we are outcasts
Desecrators of what makes things easy.
I am a girl who lives in a world where technology reins.
Concrete mountains seem to tower over Everest and you can live your whole life while
sitting in a chair.
Smoke from everything destorys everything.
It disgusts me.
So just to be sure I'm different from the rest, to be utterly positive people know where I
stand, I here and now choose to declare
That I believe in Unicorns.
It's random, I know, but even so I refuse to not have one insane idea to cling to.
I want the forests and the sun on my skin, to sit beside a creek and listen to its music.
I want a world where the earth is revered, every flower and plant cherished as it should be.
I want a world that believes in unicorns.
I choose to believe that such purity and peace is still possible, if only we search hard enough.
I choose to believe that that to follow the beaten path will destroy all that Humanity as
struggled to create.
I choose to believe in unicorns.
Let all of us remember the truth of Christmas day.
Our god sent his Son upon this Earth, we did pray.
Victims we were of our own predominate selfish way.
Evangelical visitations spread announcements, they say.
Calmness spread over the earth that night with no dismay.
Angels appeared to wise men along with a starlit display.
Many followed the travelers, as they traced a single ray.
Each one bringing gifts of praise, presented where he lay.
Delivering a powerful presence, in clothes tattered and frayed.
Opening hearts and souls, with his power of glory displayed.
Wielding smiles of joy to all that believed the word conveyed.
Nearer to their God, they felt his gift to all, as they all prayed.