'Tis off to the races now that homeschooling has ended.
One half earns for their subsistency,
other half learns about delinquency.
Be they friends and their best efforts were suspended.
Tale spring muses as the anticipant's
appraised specifies traditional hopes
load stages standard addictive transplants
secured cognitive lodestar prolonged copes.
Missteps venture the wide-eyed sneeze, and runny nose
a caption reads, "This be the Time.", gone are
the reporting authors, counting those
to acknowledge them, minus their star.
Bloom's wilt and hues fade know not the hour caused,
advents trending acquisitions neglect closure
but fail to end the brotherhood of friends exposure.
halls went silent the schoolyard empty, turned men paused.
*Image of Apples by Morning Chores.
Sentimentality
O' sentimental I,
the judge of my
confidences, toils
to no end,
embroiled in fickle
negotiations that
constants my door,
mercilessly,
slants and opacity
advents the path
of mirage victims,
relic a past,
a remiss garden
of ripened apples fall,
bittersweet looms
unnoticeably,
like so many apples
that fell, festers ...
a gardener tastes his
lost Eden.
2022 May 23
*2nd Place*
Sentimentality
~~Julia Ward: Judged 2022 June 05
Of water,
the drought
and the dust... and
From loneliness...
i perceive the color
by heart...
Cycles
of bitterness
and pain,
that dries and
fulfill my
inner
world...!
Joyous angels an entire night spent,
singing with flutes they ceased to relent.
Shepherds lowly pitch their dusty tent.
A story indeed reminiscent
of ageless advents when we all went
to sing in churches in wintry Kent.
In fright we gazed at Santa's beard length,
in a speed sleigh drawn by the Elks' strength.
We sought more fun for an extra cent.
But after pleasure we did repent,
speaking solemn words of a good gent:
'Oh, what a pleasant time in advent,
to usher in the infant God sent.'
A forenoon mist increased toward absence,
whilst every part of listless shadows clears,
vibrant October stage thousands of cheers,
as columns of trees in theme bring balance.
Advents of crimson hints and orange glaze,
dew exhaled whispers, upon ousted leaves,
the caress of a late summer breeze heaves,
pumpkin skies carve a sun unending praise.
Harvested fields expose some ready earth,
since reticence that lingers stretch midday,
a blessed number of eyes vision lord's day,
gifted gaze of Heaven's garden liked mirth.
Fall echo's as the sketched season of four,
captured forest brighten in darken glades,
as fell leaves still draw, lucid color shades,
an Indian drummed a chant delayed score.
Decorative bordered, flawless wrapped all,
enhancing picturesque arts fine postcards,
messenger doves fluffy tone girth regards,
redemption threshold benign hearts a Fall.
2020 September 30
*1st Place*
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (27)any form any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 October 16
*4th Place*
October Poetry
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2020 October 08
*Image of Rose & Ring by Amazon.com
Advents A Door
Sweet be the fragrance
of a rose bouquet
that passes a nose
which hungers after
Assured vow of a fond scent
A steady pace of careful steps
using the heart to guide
eternalize reciting words
ennobled within the eyes
Advent, whereto, the velvet case
Parts a smile for whence 'tis seen
look to heaven, cheers felt
now fronts a door, hand lift
a heart-beats away at wood
Open, hugs, echoed words, Oh yes!
2019 May 21
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND Vers Libre
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 07
1
I have desire to
Hear the best song of my own
Nature fly with wings
2
A divine fragrance –
Sprouted for me suddenly
Flower of silence
3
Hope needs to have hap
Hap arrives and reaches hope
Living finds its life
4
While the dawn advents
All the creatures do rise up
Nature smiles for us
5
Darkness generates
Light and light invites darkness
Oxymoron, lives
Advents diffusion crossing the nighttimes
Eclectically assembled sky....
Paragons cardinal moment amid this
The Masterstrokes ~
Brushing such as these, millennial stars!?
Daeothisis, turning gently pensives kaleidoscope in
Jurisdictions palette of hand....
Sine qua nons, plus quam perfectums
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Didactic, school of art ~
One never contemplates mortality
Until our health begins to fade away.
In our youth we possessed vitality
Thought it would last forever and a day.
But comes a season our thoughts will languor
And dreams of immortality will wane
Like unto annual summer flowers
Whose spring advents we never see again.
Our health is such a very fragile thing
We often take for granted in our lives;
And like the blooming flowers in the spring
Their stay is brief until their time arrives
When all the lovely blooms begin ebbing
That's not unlike the health we once possessed
A bitter pill to swallow nonetheless.