Summer awakens, from an afternoon dream,
uncurling with flair, and scheming with charms.
Makes up her bed with the sand in her hair,
merrily shaking a red gingham spread,
extracting a hotdog, and tossing the bread,
raising her eyes, as a seagull is fed
For Charlotte's Contest: Seasonal Acrostic
Wind and frost have come to bite our noses while
Images of glistening snow sparkle in the moonlight.
Nights in this valley have brought us a taste of heaven,
Tranquil scenes we see while taking our evening stroll.
Everyone in their houses getting ready for evening in silence,
Reaching home we cuddle drinking cocoa by the fireplace enjoying winter.
Judy Konos: The Lazy Contest
Days of autumn enter late September,
Yearly glory in hues to remember.
Naked limbs cling to mem’ries of summer
As cool longer nights lead to sweet slumber.
Mountain tops catch the first drifts of snow
Inviting cold winds to the valleys below.
Copious colors patch a quilt beneath trees
And nature again gifts a harvest to please.
Under horizons of soft orange skies
The gathering of pumpkins soon will arise.
Upon Halloween each carved funny face
Meets with delight as children thrill to place
New costumes on for ‘trick or treat’ fun.
© Connie Marcum Wong
For Francine Roberts's Acrostic Contest
We are known for our football, bratwurst, and beer,
Iridescent blue lakes with fresh waters, crystal clear,
Summer's sun blazes hot enough to make skin burn,
Cheese producing dairy farms are around every turn,
Our bright autumn leaves change their colors with ease,
Near spring, the scent of lilac floats upon the breeze,
Snowy winters, with temperatures below zero degrees,
In our green forests, raccoons and deer have a home,
Near the roadside, wildflowers grow wherever you roam.
Harley-Davidson was born, where the eagles fly free,
Wisconsin is as close to heaven, as home can be.
Kim Merryman's contest - "Tell Me About Where You're From"
As cooler air replaces summer's heat,
Unbridled joy bursts forth so sweet.
Truly autumn is a wondrous time of year,
Ushering in cool breezes and warm cheer.
Metamorphosis turns green leaves to red and gold,
Nature's lush palette unveiled for all to behold.
Dancing leaves twirl hither and thither to the ground,
Enchanting us with their waltzes as they go round.
Little children form them into piles, then jump in.
Innocent, carefree fun reminds us when,
Growing up we once played the same as they,
Helter skelter, tossing, crunching leaves all day.
Truly autumn is my favorite season of them all.
Entered in Andrea's "Fave" contest
Objurgatory crow lookout
Cawing to obdurate friends
Telling them to flee fall garden
Opossum grins by Persimmon
Because berries gone as are figs
Every animal has eaten fill
Ready now for winter's rest
Excitedly written for:
"Fall Is Around The Corner"
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
Click on:"About This Poem"
Overhead, skeins of geese begin their annual flight.
Colorful robes of foliage adorn the trees for our delight.
Towering mountains wear crowns of glistening snow.
Over earth the harvest moon casts it's mellow glow.
Babbling brooks will soon be covered with shimmering ice.
Enterprising squirrels gather their winter's fare to suffice.
Radiant sunsets are painted by the Master Artist that are so nice!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Carol Brown's "FALL IS AROUND THE CORNER" Contest - Sep 2011
These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.
Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.
Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.
Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.
Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.
Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.
Springing and bounding like a lamb
Playfully, gamboling over the ground.
Rumbles of thunder assaulting the ear
Incessant lightning, earth trembling in fear.
Nature is fickle, and inscrutably wild,
Glowing with vigor--an unruly child.
Shimmering heat waves swim and rise,
Under the blazing, noonday skies.
Mercury rising, seeking the sky.
My vision is bleary--sweat in my eyes.
Everyone wondering, “When will it end?”
Remembering winter--bring it again.
Autumn colors flaming bright
Under azure autumn light.
Tender hearts holding fast
Untold feelings from the past.
Mellow, yellow, harvest moons,
Night time bonfires, off-key tunes.
White snow blanketing fallen leaves,
Icicles forming on dripping eaves.
North wind moaning through the trees,
Temperature falling below the knees.
Eagerly waiting for robins to sing,
Readily awaiting arrival of spring.
S erenade under the harvest moon,
E mbrace the melody of its tune;
P ulsing rich veins to excite,
T ransmitting love tonight.
E mbers burn red from its glow,
M easureless affections overflow,
B efore the moment fails to bestow;
E mbodying under harvest moon,
R eminiscing its seductive tune.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "Fall Is Around The Corner” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
Oct. 1, 2011
White is the landscape as far as I can see.
Ice is the brook that is in close proximity.
Nights are much longer than the days.
Toward the south is the bird that no longer stays.
Everyone is aware of the time of the season.
Roosting is indoors, and the cold is the reason.
Winter is here, whether you like it or not.
On it being cold until March, bet everything you’ve got.
Not much going on outside until the warmth arrives.
Dwelling near the heater is how we will live our lives.
Even the animals know better than to go out in the cold.
Running outside? You have to be very bold.
Lazy me. I will spend much of my time in bed.
All the cabin fever can easily mess up my head.
Nothing to do? Honey, I say we have it made.
Dear, get closer to me. I’m in the mood to get laid.
For Francine's Holiday Acrostic Challenge
E aster! Born of ultimate love!
A Lamb, unblemished, laid down and died
S ins, each one, was paid in full
T ortured, disrespected, denied, betrayed
E entered Hades, ripped veil, bringing prophets of old, to
R ose victorious, conquered death
J esus Christ, joy astounding, Risen Lord! The Lion and the Lamb
O ver two thousand years, though maligned, still alive!
Y our hopes and mine, all rest in Him
Autumn arrives and trees are brown
Up comes the wind, leaves tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
Upon the ground they formed a tapestry of colors
Merrily furling and swirling as the wind comes puffing by
No seasons has such beauty as this autumnal face.
September 30, 2014:
Sixth Place win
Seasonal Acrostic by Charlotte Puddifet
Listless, the rains come falling on empty hands.
Ashen hands, that stirred the last embers, worried
the skies would not give way against the raging sun
even though the forecast called and called, no rains.
Entering like ants, the clouds wisp and invade.
Quiescence of smoke, like camouflage for sky
unclear of intent to blind or hunt or cackle,
illicit due to negligence and addressed the same,
nebulous rain, becomes our hoped for refrain.
Outside the mirror of our longing for rest, exploded
X-fire in color, sound and fire, progress toward our prayers.
Before we were ready
Last days of summer came.
October blew in
With an abundance of rain.
Biting cold wind
Instead of warm sun
Told us Autumn was here,
Too soon it's begun.
Early mornings, now dark,
Remind us winter is nigh.
Wind blows and blows
In the grey clouded sky.
November is next, blustery and bold.
December will follow, bitter and cold.
West wind whispers round the eves
Inside the fire flames with a flamboyant response
Nowhere to go, nothing that has to be done
Time to reflect on life and to rebuild strength
Enjoying nature as she wears a white gown
Relaxed and patiently waiting for the first green bud
O Onto peaks the setting sun has splashed its brilliant red.
C Clouds cavort in skies cerise as geese soar overhead.
T Trees along the mountains’ ridges, trembling in the breeze,
O Ostensibly flaunt leaves bright scarlet, tangerine and gold.
B Beautific and bedazzling, and the mundane now flees.
E Eventide’s evtravaganza, such bliss to behold -
R Rhapsody of fall, October has me in its hold.
Inspired by Carol Brown's Contest:
"Fall Is Around the Corner"
The beginning of my thanks begins at knees,
Having my aches eased, or body suffused,
All that comes to mind is sleep and serene.
Nobody that offers bread can empty,
Knives may cut meat and find platter greasy,
Supper ended, dishes done, there’s always cheer.
Give one for the road, one for tomorrow,
Invest within self, hugs or tomato growing,
Venture into unknown so what is known
Is another taste that takes you back to home.
Nothingness can fill everyone’s hands if home
Gives back to our bodies and delivers to me peace.
A lone leaf falls
Lifted by the breeze
On it's lonely journey
Nearing it's bed 'neath the trees.
Early Autumn's upon us,
Leaves are changing 'fore our eyes.
Each one, in turn, will fall
and 'neath the tree will lie.
Falling leaves are the start.
Frost will next be here
And summer's warmth forgotten,
Left behind for another year.
Leaves of red and gold everywhere
Say Autumn's definitely in the air.
E very garden vegetable
E ntertained by man
T aste and see that it is good!
Window panes cheerily frosted
Insiders huddle to stay warm
Nights start early and end late
Tea blends are honeyed to taste
Early diggers shovel after each storm
Rambunctious boys want to skate
Sounds of school children readying for the new year
Evening’s light diminishes a little more each day
People put away lawn furniture and bring out their rakes
Television starts its new season of shows
Empty swimming pools are closed until next summer
Morning has a brisk scent in the air
Buses of yellow add to the early traffic
Everyone grabs a jacket or sweater when they head out the door
Remember summer and let it keep you warm until it comes again
Splendiferous in all her ways, Summer
Utilizes every color, every scent, in mesmerizing beauty,
Melting light into shadow, blending skillfully her arts,
Magnanimously giving us treasuries of memories.
Excellence her standard, her table bountifully spread,
Replete refreshments for the body, mind, and soul.
September 29, 2014
Amplitude of seasoning--spicy colors, zesty scents,
Unbridled passion conceals a crumbling heart;
Twilight violins in tumult bow strident cacophony,
Unmasking the harvest madness in the corn.
Maternal? Never! So unlike her sister Spring,
Nonconforming Bohemian is all Autumn plans to be.
September 29, 2014
S _ September circles 'round us like the crisp, rustling leaves
E_ Ending with a whirlwind of dwindling summer
P_ Painting a palette of bold, vibrant colors,
T_ Tossing and turning with the wiles of her ways…
E_ Evenings arrive with a whisper of chill
M_ Mist in the mornings, and rust on the hill
B_ Bluer the skies, and shorter the days
E_ Echoes of school bells are calling to say,
R_ Rich is the bounty, of autumn’s display….
In honor of Carol Brown's Contest: "Fall Is Around the Corner" (September)
Spring Summer Autumn Winter Acrostic Poetry.
Seeking political office is getting hard,
Party politics needs more vigor in this regard:
Republicans must try more to deliver their views
In order to organize the people, without any excuse;
Nowadays, Democrats are getting stronger, after
Gaining control of the White House and the Senate altogether.
Some people think, and it's a true fact, that
Unless Republicans try to review their policy tact,
Many of their seats will be lost in congress,
Mainly some seats in the Senate, also some of the seats they control
Especially in the House: they will have to review and
Revise their conservative norms, regarding Immigration Reforms.
America needs a strong leader
Under the present day economic conditions
To lower the country's debt of over 14 trillions dollars:
Until and unless we try to cut down spending and
Most of us try to reduce excessive wastes,
No amount of effort will save the country from disaster.
We the people think that
In this country it was
Never the right thing,
To increase excessive spending,
Even if we could afford to spend it.
Responsibility lies in all of us to reduce the nation's debt.
< Signs of the time
Enriched vibrant colors
Painted on minds eye canvass
To inscribe it's beauty to another
Eventually leaving one in awe
Marching in it's parade of showings
Begining to end
Each and every year
Requesting for it's safe return
Entry For Carol Brown's
Fall Is Around The Corner Contest
I Chose September
Amidst the cold climate we enjoyed sled riding.
We also had so much fun building an igloo.
I felt alive in those days, hardly any woes.
Now you may say that this is no sport at all.
Take heed that even the Olympics have these.
Every winter so many do this thing that I bid,
Racing, swaying, these and more we did savor.
Sled riding is easier, though many enjoy to ski.
Pleasant fresh aromas of winter always spread.
Outward and inward like a bitter cold safari.
Riding upon a sled by setting or lying down,
Takes control of our lives in childlike blessing.
My first double acrostic,,,inspired by a contest,,,first letter of each sentence spells out title and the last letter in each sentence spells out the subject..
Nadir of this momentous year is reached.
Ominous opaque shapes shift in tightly locked rooms;
valediction of autumn's colour-crackling leaves.
Encroaching shadows approach with soot-soft stealth,
mysteriously merging, emerging from clouded corners -
bleak charcoal smudges menacing in murky light.
Endless darkness unravelling all around me;
rooms in my mind painted every shade of night.
Hanging high in the autumn's ebon sky,
A Harvest Moon is so majestic to this beholder's eye!
Rays gently caress God's good Earth far below.
Vast is the reach of its calming, mellow glow.
Each silent passing of that eternal orb stirs feelings of romance,
Sharing it with my love as it traverses the heavens' vast expanse!
Trees raising arms as if in homage, clad in brilliant robes of gold,
Mark the passing of the Harvest Moon as they have from old.
Orbiting Mother Earth as it has done since the dawn of creation.
Octogenarian tho' I am, it yet fills my being with inspiration!
None but He could sate this mere mortal's soul with such a view.
So soon, all too soon, I must bid the Harvest Moon a sad adieu.
(August 27, 2012)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Francine Roberts' "Autumn Acrostic" Contest - September 2012