F eeling enraptured, Autumn dances in the wind, then undresses.
A s bright robes fall to the ground, her passion paints the twilight skies.
L ike a nymph, she beckons, tossing her fiery auburn tresses.
L ongingly she sighs - September’s bliss lingering in her eyes.
I ndian summer days come; then they go.
N ights though chill, embrace her in indigo.
L ater, in November, her sweetness wanes.
O ctober cannot stay forever loving her.
V acantly she gazes through freezing rains.
E ndearments whispered - cease - when Fall loses ardor.
for the Romantic Acrostic Poetry Contest of Regina Riddle
ALIEN -NOT- HUMAN
Alien life form--- ---Far from human toucH
Living among it self--- ---In the heavens like a gurU
Intelligence kept from civilization------Scientist call it a phantoM
Earth remains alone--- ---Like a secret ninjA
NASA's top secret--- ---You are not humanN
BY:SKAT . BY;PD
Light searches softly for me down here in the loamy dark;
I offer my awakening self to the vast blue canvas of sky.
Leaves filter a soft sigh of air through trees
yielding their branches to the balmy, blossom-swirling breeze.
Open me gently to promises that still pulse in me, let me
feel the sweet green unfurling of hope and possibility.
Turquoise murmurings of water seep into my scented skin.
Hear me as my floral notes begin to sing of a happy return of spring;
efflorescing in sun-gold streams and trembling sunbeams.
Valleys sling their green hammocks between the hills
and pale fingers of light slide softly under my lucent skin.
Lucid memory will return again: how the sun's rays reached for me,
luminous upon my white fragrant frailty; how the vast expanse of blue
entranced me, as I awakened to ascend the ladder of light,
yearning for my perfumed release from the earth's cold clamp.
I t’s in an Autumn kiss I feel again
N ostalgic yearning for the yet-to-be.
A wakened, I’m released from the mundane.
N o other kiss inspires so magically
A s fall’s! I breathe her colors in and sigh. . . .
U nleashed, I soar with leaves, for it’s a thrill
T o taste the wind and dance into the sky.
U nclad and glad, I swirl with clouds until
M isgivings come to me. Then down I float.
N aive as always, I’ve been led by this
K iss, for now a melancholy note
I s drifting through a mist. Farewell to bliss.
S oon winter will embrace me though I know
S eduction comes less easily by snow.
An Acrostic in Sonnet form, Written Aug. 26, 2012
for Francine Roberts' Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest
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F lowering clusters amidst a green canopied tree,
R adiant sight , the exotic flowers golden - white.
A sweet scented fragrance, from petals dew drops drip,
N estled in emerald trees at their branch tips.
G od's showers in my flower garden,
I nnate beauty upon earthly paradise.
P icked by pretty maidens to adorn their hair,
A llures my heart to see the flowery affair.
N ature's blossoms in golden spring,
I mpression of jewels unfolding.
*another name for Frangipani is Plumeria,
Hula dancers of Hawaii wear them in their hair.
2nd place in the contest
For the Contest : "Flowers of Spring"
Sponsored by Carol Brown
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"
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
Many are the Maples that encircle my home, my nest, my dwelling abode
And in the dark of night they tap on my frosty windows, crying
Past their deathly stance, a wintry scene
Looking through their tangled limbs snow is falling, endlessly
Everything in my world is icy white, sky and earth mingling
Soon, I whisper to them, you will be wearing your emerald gowns
Creaking and groaning they mumble in their frozen rest
Reaching out gnarled fingers to me
Yes, my dears, soon, so soon you will stand in resplendence
Ice and snow will be replaced with fringes of delicate, filigree green
Now rest, now sleep Maples sweet
Gather your memories of Spring, Summer and Fall close and dream
February 3, 2012
“Life, Birds, Bees and Trees”
The beauty is nature in birds and the bees,
Hidden life within the hives and the trees,
Exact and complete, as nature doeth please.
Birds and bees are of life’s essence to please,
In most unique ways, nature take her ease,
Riding air currents, and nesting in trees,
Dawn of life’s freedoms still rustles in leaves,
Steadfast freedoms of God’s faith believes.
As we stand, in nature’s plan, in awe of bees,
Now of the bee’s honey how nature doeth please,
Dawn of life‘s freedom, still rustles in tree leaves.
The last shall become first, but shan’t be the least,
Hail! “All good in nature comes from the east,
Enjoy, don't destroy, our nature's beast!”
Bees and birds of nature, beauty and sweet honey,
Efficient to please, but man loves his money,
Employ not money, but Love life’s honey,
Sweet nature love makes honey, man makes money.
For Contest: The Birds and The Bees
In Honor of: Carol Brown
Reaching out early in a quest for sun
Impatient to reveal their lavender glory
Emanate golden mustaches on cheerful faces
Showing a sense of humor
*Entry for Carol's "Flowers of Spring" 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"
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.
* We should embrace earth, for it can thrive without us, whereas we are not so self sufficient.
July 08, 2014
Contest: Acrostic 1 in 4
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
E arth, the foundation of life underfoot,
L ife for the plants, grass and insects alike.
E ndearing is the flame that burns so bright,
M ovements that warm and illuminate our world.
E ncapsulating in sight is waters plight,
N ever ending as it’s concealed in all we see.
T esting is the wind, foundations should be strong,
S hrewdly the air brings oxygen, allowing all to grow.
God’s Rich Garden
Gorgeous cascade falling blind
On evergreen slopes of pines
Down to silver lake gone quiet
Stealing into a river feeding country wide.
Rich fields of crops and orchards dance
Imploring cultivation to abundance
Caressed by the sun’s warm presence
Highlighted by the colorful flowers’ fragrance.
Garden planted on a beautiful spring morning
Anticipating the presence of inhabitants to fill
Resort like land that would inspire the shaping of His will
Dedicated to the happiness of His offspring
Endowed with His power to governing
None other than the Kingdom of Heaven, eternal spring.
Copyright © 10.26.09
Singing trills in delightfully through my window
Perched upon my garden wall sits the little brown jacketed culprit, who
Always greets me with cheerful news
Regaling me with stories resounding from deep within his
Ruffled little chest
Often I wonder, as the years pass on
Will I always leave my window open to welcome in your good tidings?
Every single plant and flower is my friend.
Many the forest path do I journey,
Breathing in the rich earth and clean air,
Reposing in a meadow green just listening,
Amongst the dancing daisies just resting.
Could anything else be more peaceful and healing?
I think within the soil there must be magic.
Nothing is more precious than this place called Earth.
Gathering my recycling each week I do my measure!
Every tree lost is agonizing and hurtful to watch.
At my building a company is cutting down the maple trees,
Roaring they fall and I am left weeping.
The ravage of nature is so devastating to endure.
How can we, the visitors, stop the ruination of Earth?
July 4, 2014
Submitted to the contest, 1 in 4, sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Lingering waves surge into the shore.
Ominous glory, it rages for a score.
Vivacious peaks beautify its core.
Each one different, then the one before,
Once you have seen the power it holds.
From then on, the greatness unfolds.
Terrifyingly beauty raptures your mind.
Hearing its sounds enthralls us to find.
Earnest thoughts we once left behind.
Oceans beauty is spellbinding at dusk.
Creating fresh aroma, sometimes musk,
Every day delivering, treasures of mollusk.
After a day at the ocean, you may enjoy cusk.
Not one person denies the beauty so brusk.
Fire from the sky a burning July sun
In worship of flesh this scorching heat strikes.
Rant river of sweat from every pore run.
Every tranquil cloud spent in tempered skies.
Frosty dawn gone from my memories
Remembering not, those cold winter days.
Odious, abhorrent sun roasting me
Making each movement a labor of blaze.
Taking my breath, waving firestorm fills air
Hot air seals shade, a reprieve hard to find,
Etch bright shade burns, to give no relief there.
Sitting to rest is hot work of a kind.
Killing this sun, oh, this fire from the sky.
Yet, hotter is hell, souls surely there fry.
As the sun begins to fade
Under the gradual onset of winter,
Tapestries of rich colour are
Unveiled as the
Metamorphosis of Mother
Nature begins once more.
T ulips in bloom, aligned in a row
U sing our eyes to see the beauty they show.
L et them burst forth with bright petals so bold,
I n various colors, a sight to behold.
P erfumed fragrances now fill the air,
S pring has arrived, there's signs everywhere!
P_ Pleasant place not an ILLUSION
O_ Opens mind's CREATIVITY
E_ EVENTUALLY enter Zen place
T_ Trance like state INEVITABLE
Y_ Yearn time all senses INFUSION
P_ Pleasant early morning garden
A_ Alone mountain with valley view
L_ Laughing next to lapping water
A_ Any one garden, mountain, seashore
C_ Caught up surrounded by nature
E_ Enter state poetry palace
Written by: Sara Kendrick
R eflection of light in drops of rain,
A rcing across the sky in multicolored bow.
I ncomparable beauty is displayed that
N o human hand could ever match.
B eloved rainbow, a sign of God's promise,
O men of joy and blessing,
W ishing you would never fade away.
9/25/12 by Kim Merryman
for P.D's Rainbow fun contest
in the depths of an azure ocean
they appear from out of the blue,
Hearts beat faster
as we are surrounded and fear makes
adrenalin course through our veins
As one, we watch them
glide gracefully around us, and
one can’t help but feel the
Reverence and wonder of
being among these menacing,
magnificent creatures, these
Killers of the seas; glorious
natural predators, often vilified for their nature,
and who to many, are misunderstood
Suddenly, silently, just as they came,
they disappear back into the blue
leaving nought, but a sense of loss.
For the In Search of the Human Mind contest - topic 'Awe'