Best Cadence Poems
Cadence
Nature dances in the cadence of grace
In hypnotic snows descending
Or raindrops steady patter
In symphonies of metered tides
That match the rhythmic heartbeat
Drawing spindrift of the heart into fusion.
Grace never slumbers in hibernation,
Nor does the pulse of consecrated mercy sleep
Abiding in the orbit of the seasons
Harmonic vibrations of celestial seeds
Flow from the eternal’s pulsing passion
In steady beats of melodic call and respond.
Grace breathes in measured breaths of compassion
In the tempo of prevailing winds
In sync with chirping poetry of avian songs
Like forgiveness breathing in then out
In even patterns of enduring peace
Nature dances in the cadence of grace.
2-3-23
Contest: C Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Wish in one hand and crap in the otherrrrr,
pick which one you would give to your brotherrrrr.
A lovely cadence fills sounds of earth
as meadows waken with songs of birds.
Music that sweetens pleasures and worth
beat of each song--notes instead of words.
The trees rustle their spritely replies,
as summer breeze leads their melodies,
so that breeze and leaves can improvise
a soft tempo that finds devotees.
Purple clouds gather, thunder is heard
its rumbles causing lightning's bold flash.
Storm beats a rhythm, all are stirred--
viola's bass mourns and cymbals crash.
Soon, raindrops pound their opening,
softening their beat to gentle song.
Drops fall on willows--we want to sing,
Earth's cadence was around all along!
February 2, 2023
for "Writing Challenge--C Words--Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Cadence theme
First Place!
frolicking with waves on a tranquil seashore…
saffron-hued sapphire waves rolling away,
a mesmerized child, carried the memory…
reminiscence of a blissful awe-inspiring cadence.
a buddhist temple on the sublime shore,
melodic symphonic chimes soaring from above,
serenaded me to my forest of dreams,
where gentle humming of a chartreuse waterfall ignited
creative inspiration.
to this day, I often stop, close my eyes, drown myself
in a reverie inspiring my imagination lavender ...
I, a traveller from the ancient world of history walking through ages,
crossing rivers and seas, hills and dales of the universe,
in search for love, kindness and inner peace.
August 22, 2021
"Seas Or Oceans" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Brian Strand "Vers Libre" Poetry Contest
Cold spells get to a slow start this year,
with this month's full moon -
known as the Beaver moon.
It makes me think though;
of my homeland where people walk
and enjoy the precipice of the night.
While in New York autumn holds
symbolic meanings and stories to tell;
with a giant wind that looms over a coastline;
it's another landscape that beckons across the farmland.
Withered leaves drop and fall on the ground,
trees in their creeping sadness
continue to lose the sojourn of their youth.
At their height and moving branches,
make me stay up and watch them through the present time.
As I gleefully walk right up to the shrine of Our Lady,
there's a missing whisper, a song to my ears;
those birds spilling down the garden's main avenue.
Like an army, an orchestra that provides
melody in the midst of sympathy.
As a magical moment of Mother Nature,
I see enormous changes in forms and shapes;
an attempt to thrive for another threshold,
keeps me believe the power beyond
filled with images of life.
"the faint melody of her heart, whispers the soft cadence of her soul." ~ Kristy Waltan
There's a rhythm to my words,
A cadence to my thoughts,
Like the song of the birds,
Music connects all dots,
There's a flow to my verse,
A tempo to my song,
Like musings that traverse
this world in a beat strong,
There's a lilt to my voice,
An accent as I speak,
Like a stranger has choice
'tween metre and mystique,
There's an inflection here,
An intonation sweet,
Like a melody clear,
A canticle complete.
3rd February 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - C words" contest
Morning found me on a river bank
basking in the warmth of the sun
I thought of myself as a turtle,
believing my shell was armor
shielding my heart from everyone
I started to doze in placid tranquility
The sun's sultry breath laving my skin
Then I heard a splash and fear set in
as you swam across the lake to me
Cowardly, I ran. Deeply hidden was I
or so I mistakingly thought
beneath barren branches, I quietly lie
amongst Autumn leaves on forest floor
trying to lull the cadence of my heart
You breached the surface
body glistening in sunlight's splendor
I moved farther into the forest
shivering, not from a chill, but fear
as your treading steps drew near
I closed my eyes but could not dismiss
thoughts surging through my mind
I had no control over any of those
Your hands lifted me from cowering pose
Your lips touched mine in prurient kiss
Not a word did either care to utter
but there was need of none
Mid morning found us basking in the sun
Your sultry breath laving my skin
My heart pulsing, aflutter
The audience fell into a hush,
The violist stood still near her maestro.
She poised her bow as she had placed
Her violin beneath her chin was on her shoulder.
In the silence of all, she moved her bow,
Slowly at first, then with rapid strokes
The music flowed, up and down, and strong.
The audience was mesmerized by the sound.
The music grew to a great crescendo
Until she changed her tune into a cadence,
Soft, alluring, enticing and pleasant,
Only to gain speed and follow through
Into a delectable bridge mid-song.
And once again, a high crescendo
Occasionally plucking the strings
And back to melodious but strong,
Up towards a high pitch,
Till suddenly the music once again
Fell into soft notes into a pleasant cadence
That spelt the end of her concerto.
The audience stood up clapping heartily.
'Soldier's Cadence'
A father's pride, a mother's delight, life progresses
Elastic hugs, warming comfort, floating dark.
Dreamy days, muted sounds, soft caresses.
Pushing throbbing, urgent contracting, curious lights
Quickening beats, seeking release, shoving limbs
Resonant cries, hands grasping, wondrous sights
Holding arms, stroking hands, loving sighs
Caring bosom, tender embrace, comforting words
Always soft, ever near, sleepy lula-byes
School bells, teenage trials, boyhood done
Ball grounds, puppy love, evening gowns
Studies over, manhood near, an American son
Country calls, Army braid, bugle sounds
Barracks life, dusty trails, sweating strains
Parade grounds, graduation cheers, pride abounds.
Assignments given, War bound, stomach flutters
Nerves steeled, loved ones calmed, plane departs
Landing bounce, wings groan, prop shudders
Days blur, nights swelter, soldiers cope
Hellish sights, endless nights, chilling fear
Departure nears, date held dear, family's hope.
A rifle shot, a medic yells, a soldier falls.
Holding arms, hard embrace, fearfilled sighs.
Caring hands, calming voice, death calls.
Flag draped, uniform medaled, homeward bound.
Coffin lowers, salute rendered, flag offered
A mother's broken heart, a father's anguished sound.
yellow bird is back to the tranquil meadow
where my soul finds a true repose,
she didn't leave me....
I speak to her every day,
she tweets back with glee!
we talk about the illusory flamboyant days
which tip-toed away in a veil,
the glistening saffron-hued days ~
when I was twenty-one,
with trancelike beat in my feet, enthralling song in my heart,
dreamy eyes unfolding beauty of love!
with amber kindness in my soul,
with tangerine hope in my voice,
with azure grace in my walk,
with vermillion exuberance in my dance.
that twenty-one is never really gone,
I feel its demure whispering,
the hope, the dream, the cadence, the beat,
it's incredible! never left me
I gently massaged her shoulders moving surely
up and down the nape of her neck
she flinched, as my hands moved passionately
down to her lower back
and as my fingers tickled, she moaned a
whimpering moan and I gently caress her
backside
As I worked my way up her back, my fingers
tenderly perusing the sides of her breast
I kissed her bare neck leaving a wet trail as
I nibbled on her ears
I plucked her lips with my own, and I let my
tongue teased her open mouth, then gently
held her breast flushed by the now rising
fervor
As I kissed the black lace covering the firmness
of her full luscious breast a trail of wetness
followed, and I gently caressed her now
protruding nipples with my moist lips,
she sighed quietly as the passion continued
its arousal of her know pulsating desire
As the moonlight glistened though the open
window she climbed her nakedness on mine
kissing my belly, her tongue making wet circles
as the juices of her mouth mingled with my
now seeping liquor
As I tickled her belly button with my eager
tongue and worked my way into her silky wet
tresses, I nibbled on her dripping inner thighs
letting the juices of my mouth blend with the
liquid of her now full pudenda
As the stimulation intensifies I enter the warmth
of her wetness and we became one in flawless
cadence
and as the passion escapes the boundaries
of heavenly fervor her face glows blissfully
And as we are engrossed in this moment of
absolute nirvana
We glow in the wake of the streaming moonlight
Earl S. Jackson
Oct 2006
Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.
IN RIME OR ELSE IN CADENCE
The musical rhythm of vers libre
a sequence of concepts and propositions,
a record of impressions clothed in beauty.
Instinct over thought,independent of
form,prose with cadence lyrical expression.
A harmonic flow of nuances the length
and breadth of Verse, in rime or else
cadence where emotions are the driving force.
Ekphrasis tribute to and inspired by F S Flint
You may hear me recite this and most of my PS
Anthology on YouTube under my pen name
ichthyschiro
Read over 250 of my short forms @strand poet on twitter
Young Mohawk women
At the river’s edge,
Gently washing
The Warrior’s clothes
Beating skin hides
Against the smooth rocks,
At the river’s edge
In cadence beneath
The ancient sun
Rhyme
is not
the be-all
and the end-all –
the cadence supersedes, mellifluous.
Counting syllables, as superfluous
as the vowels
contained in
the word
queue.
Sounds
in chants
we danced to
before writing –
morae have primacy over meaning.
Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning.
And forced rhymes jar:
him and dim
do not
rhyme!
Rules
are made
to askew
and be broken:
double dactyl*:- flib-ber-ti-gib-bet-ing
Defending contests fiercely --- gibbeting.
Breaking your head
to conform
to design,
rhyme.
Puns,
blasé
efforts, but
double entendres,
sexual innuendo in your face.
As some scribbling can at times be quite base,
persecution
should never
stymie
flow.
*a double dactyl: /**|/**
flibbertigibbet: (n) a frivolous, flighty, or excessively talkative person.
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FUN FACT
Euclid of Alexandria (Mid-4th century BC—Mid-3rd century BC), the great Classical mathematician, believed that the numbers 1, 2, 3 & 4 must have some mystical significance because their sum total is 10—ten was thought to be a number of power. He called this relationship a tetractys.
Ray Stebbing based his poetic form, Tetractys, on this. No spaces between each stanza and the poem is presented in line with the left-hand margin (or it might be centred) - either way, it would visually give the design of a triangle.
"Life is a song in which everyone makes up the keys and harmony as they sing along." - Mitta Xinindlu
In rhythms of light, softly glowing
Bringing the night a glimpse of serenity,
Feelings abiding in the soul, feelings of joy,
Feelings of love…
In patterns of laughter, softly flowing
Bringing the spirit a gentling, a stirring,
Beautiful beyond comparing, beauty so rare,
Beauty in a heart who cares…
In beats of breathless wonder, music knowing
Bringing the still, hushed breath a lovely hope,
Hope that colors the world in hues of gold,
Golden dreams, so life seems…
Life is a song, with so many tempos and cadences,
Singing of the miracles, the prayers, the clarity,
Love so remarkable it can’t be spoken, only known,
By hearts who hear the music…
Beneath the rhythmic melody of light and love,
The brilliance of a ballad sung for hearts who delight,
In the magnificent only God could have authored,
The song of life’s cadenced insight…
Insight into the love that comes from knowing –
Wherever this song is sung, there is light that dazes,
Amazing the heart, the soul, the one who hears…
The music of this song, as life dances on and on,
Despite its fears –
Yes, despite its fears…
Life is a Song!