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Best Poems Written by Frances Schiavina

Below are the all-time best Frances Schiavina poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Scary Stranger

On flight to our Hawaii honeymoon, a beautiful young mother with cherub baby in arms expounded to us with eloquent conviction the unspoiled beauty of Hana.
On arrival we checked the map and left the side trip in our mind until walking the streets of Maui we met that same woman appalled at our delay to heed her advice and indulge our senses in paradise Hana. Afraid to meet her again I convinced honey to take me to those enchanting waterfalls, rugged serene shorelines, ancient mystical forests and so he started our forty miles drive from HI-37 to a:

narrowing one lane
winding high mountain edge cliffs
above precipice
 

Sixth Place: Cecilia Drewer-Haibun- 8/2/17

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Making Guacamole

Round and smooth
orange red
playing sunset
in azure pail
holding hands
with moonlight 
slices
gifts of pearls 
from the earth
dancing peppers
hot and horned 
kicking out
garlic smell
sunlit squeezed
lemon lime
sparkles from
sea salt beds
lacey fragrance
green cilantro
apple cider
gold coriander
oil, cumin  
peppercorn
avocado
pit and all
rainbow spread
on folded rounds
juicy jewels
on crunchy crown.

First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-2/25/21
First Place Winner at Kimberton Whole Foods, Kimberton, PA-Poetry Contest

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Mad Love

Flash floods forecast hurrying steps and wheels ahead of foreboding clouds pregnant as eyelids welling with tears of baptismal rain to cleanse earth's skirt of its mire of blood and dust of blinding confusion with thunder of reproaches and flash of lightning clarity. I had been standing, gaze switching from red eye turning yellow to the traffic slowly rolling in one lane, in the next
a car came speeding forward unaware of the pedestrian, head down, hurrying into its path. In an instant making eternity: Rainbow splendor!

slow car swerving right
blocks car missing collision
saving the man's life

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Happiness Is

Happiness is a world at peace
without crime or disease
where everyone is a vegetarian
and lives to be a centenarian.

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Summer Colors

Summer dances in the hills
dressed in colors of the fields
golden braids sunlit skin
velvet gown aquamarine
veil of flowers lilac pink
saffron diamonds ruby ring 
on her hair a crown of green
with cerulean sparkling beads
chartreuse shoes, coral lips 
rose fragrant lily mix
skipping dancing with the wind
in her arms a basket fill
guavas lemons nectarines
watermelons cherries figs
poppy flowers golden wheat 
chasing crickets bumble bees
till the leaves festive green
turn to golden fallen tears
then twirling waves goodbye
colors mist rise and vanish
with a wink return a smile.

Sixth Place Winner: Brian Strand-No 1291-3/3/24 
Sixth Place Winner: Brian Strand Premiere No 1202-3/25/23.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-3/6/21

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At Thy Command

The grain of wheat 
dies 
at Thy command
unconscious
of Your living
in its shell
turning it to life 
giving bread 
perpetuating it 
ages 
without end
nursing it with rain 
and sunny smiles 
from seed to stalk
a golden social plant
bowing its seeded
hairy head
in breezy dance
with poppy skirts 
in red 
illumed by a ruby
sunset veil
with robin breasts
singing gratitude
before the night 
descends 
its blinding veil
to equalizes colors' 
vibrant hues
in noncompeting 
shades 
of resting black
switching lights 
of distant 
trembling lamps
luminous smile
of vagrant onion slice
to make of night 
a little less 
than death
before awaking
to splendor 
rosy rays
sparkling diamonds
on grassy 
finger hands
that mist to vanish
then return to play 
hanging water lamps
on leaves and branches
that drip into the throat 
of parched earth 
to feed the roots 
and soften seeds 
to sprout 
perennial cycle
feeding 
and being fed
and all creation 
obeying
seems content
except for man
to whom You gave will
to obey or to dissent
the pupil of Your eyes
You call friend
by interests 
daily affairs
being led astray
the banquet ready
for repentant heir
all set with such glorious
royal splendor
no eyes have ever seen
nor ears have heard
the marvel of a joy
without compare
beyond the imagined 
no pen can write
only faith can travel

Brian Strand: First place Trophy Winner- Your Choice Again-2/20/24
Brian Strand-You Say-Third Place Winner-3/14/23
First Place Winner: Brian Strand- All yours-1/17/21

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Which Side

Humanity is rushing to self destruction
Unless on its knees begs for pardon
Menaced by volcanoes earthquakes plagues
And the war of words which will turn to action
Now is the time to choose which side
In the camp of the saints or of demons to fight
To love or to hate forever two standards
Yahweh will win, renew the earth and his people will run with health  

Fourth Place: John Hamilton- Humanity Acrostic-11/17/17

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I Love You

returned with suitcase unopened- couldn't live with goodbye tears.


First Place Winner: Brian Strand- All Yours-3/12
First Place Winner: J C Brul-Without Saying I Love You-3/321
Third Place Winner: Line Gauthier-Bite Size Poem-6/17/21

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Autumn Royal

Come my love past the beauty of the hill
Ablaze with ginger sunset and fall fire
On a fast downhill wagon hayride thrill
In festive saffron and amber attire
Celebrating with tambourine and lyre
Autumn’s gift of new harvest abundance
With an improvised Abu Barn floor dance

Circling around ginger and umber mound
Pumpkin carving for the Jack-O- lantern
Eating chestnuts fresh gathered from the ground
Racing rolling barrels to the caverns
To ferment before hitting the taverns
Cinnamon flavored pies and crimson wine 
Ginger spiced to flavor the night is fine

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Yeast of Poetry

Starts bubbling 
a desire
yeast from brilliance
of the mind
drops rained 
by the Muse
life’s thrashing 
adds the flour.
Mixing, churning
springs alive
in the bowel of the
mind.
To the working hand 
it sticks
even wakes you when 
you sleep.
Pull it, punch it
let it sit
while it bubbles
share the yeast
with a sigh
to inspire
naked child
of poet mother
an uncorked
champagne bottle
celebrating death
or life.