Lost in this simple game playing out a satisfying life
A partner engaged with me, never causing strife
Softly, we tremble together in the summer warmth tonight
Before I met you, I wasn't happy; alone in my own sad dim light
You're a beautiful cat; I am the mouse caught within your sight
I feel immortal holding hands; as the sun sets to benight
Vulnerable, all though knowing the space between us is airtight
I'm satisfied; for you are all I've ever wanted, finding it came at a more than reasonable price!
I don't need you to die for me; I need you to live life out with me, never, ever, thinking twice!
Categories:
benight, blessing, deep, devotion, for
Form: Rhyme
The hens from our small, urban farm,
Had wild idea, caused great fright:
Escape their pen, come to no harm,
See a show, without a blight.
With feathers ruffling at benight,
They made plans and added some smarm,
Darkened room, their intended site,
The hens from our small, urban farm.
They marched single file full of charm,
Crazy chicks, on a daring plight,
Ignoring grumbles from their tharm,
Had wild idea, caused great fright.
Forged ahead and ready to fight,
Broke their fence in one clucking swarm,
Accomplished task, without desight:
Escape their pen, come to no harm.
Sodas in beaks, seated disarm,
Screen flashing, their eyes all alight,
Snacks in wings, no need for alarm,
See a show, without a blight.
A hot buttered popcorn, their right,
They'd wielded fowl mettle from dorm,
Hid their combs to avoid incite,
They also did get their wings warm,
Small, urban farm.
March 16, 2023
Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Categories:
benight, animal, appreciation, funny, repetition,
Form: Rondeau Redouble
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger."
Quote by _Constance La France
Gift people their roses
Gift people their roses while still around,
unspoken words continue to benight,
do not wait until they are graveyard bound.
Let your heart and lips master that sweet sound,
tell them you love them from your being’s height,
gift people their roses while still around.
Breathe in the air where butterflies fly round,
show gratitude to folks by matchless might,
do not wait until they are graveyard bound.
Weed nettles creeping on a fertile mound,
when trees have leaves and berries still bedight,
gift people their roses while still around.
Allow those kinds of beliefs to gain ground,
tell them they inspire you and feel all right,
do not wait until they are graveyard bound.
A life, with lilies and marigolds crowned,
on worth and value will shine a bright light,
gift people their roses while still around,
do not wait until they are graveyard bound.
11.18.2022
Contest: Writing challenge "V' form
Sponsor: Constance La France
Inspiration with a theme of - Introspection
Categories:
benight, analogy, introspection,
Form: Villanelle
Ignore and keep up
Perfecting every f*ck up
Before it blows up
Only change is real
Cum sure agreement or deal
Before time shifts seal
Prepare yourself right
For disappointing left's bite
When leakage benight
Only change is tough
To predict weight of the bluff
Foaming up too rough
Friends in agony
Water them; rain harmony
To healthy company
Only change steals peace
Or goes wrong cum stinking piece
That sets obscure grease
Destiny preserves
Raging and tempered hearts' nerves
What friendship deserves
Only change steals worth
Existing yet be unearth
Then wish for rebirth
Such momentary past
Rarely produces same blast
Like past days outlast
Only change yourself
Leave and learn from other's elf
To enrich your shelf
People that left you
Will never return as friends
But as loyal fans
Only change tricks trust
Makes fair treatments seem unjust
When set in mistrust
Leave them to less clue
That stress hope to make ease blends
Off wish to learn plans
Only change tricks soul
Mislead to later console
Psyche once made whole
Categories:
benight, art, betrayal, change, character,
Form: Haiku
Towards thy very best
I project a saving nest
To save the wordy test
From the earthly pest
And to luck, leave the rest
As pure as a blank page
That gets poets' hearts into cage
The worries and bubbles of age
Get some disengage
And others enrage
Don't mind them-- every open tongue
Measuring the troubles of failed lung
Restrains those awesome lines unsung
Drown those swimmers so young
Without a practical provisional aqualung
You, be sure thy laboring sight
Travels horizon beyond their plight
And relinquish to ignite souls' lights
Poked amidst truth and lie to benight
Before thy ever gracious sprite, alights
Thanks for the nomination
I enjoyed all expressed intentions
Though there are some to mention
Dragging my contentious attention
Projecting a consequential convention
Categories:
benight, africa, appreciation, blessing, career,
Form: Rhyme
How I love the evenings when I walk
into the deep, cerulean night
I pray to God, don’t let him knock.
He parades around the sins I lock
away and try to keep from sight
How I love the evenings when I walk.
He tempts me then to join his flock
may my soul not give to such benight
I pray to God don’t let him knock.
He points me to the ticking clock,
this beast, I know I cannot fight.
How I love the evenings when I walk.
It’s we sheep whom he does love to stalk
tangled up in all our plight
I pray to God don’t let him knock.
So if you hear his voices mock
they’ll drain you of remaining light.
How I love the evenings when I walk
I pray to God don’t let him knock.
Categories:
benight, anxiety, dark, god, humanity,
Form: Villanelle
Oh, the carefree days of youth,
secure and always close to home.
Aware of all the shades of truth,
in disregard my mind would roam.
Then one last look at precious stuff,
rushing from my home afire.
Knew not the meaning of enough;
acquisition was my heart's desire.
Pleasure that dominion brings,
I’d lost the will to see.
I never really owned my things
instead they all owned me.
Then parted cloak from unspoiled eyes—
I hadn't known were closed—
a world in its etheric guise—
I saw but never had supposed.
Isn’t it a thing of worth,
to orphan all that would benight?
Assuming mantle of rebirth,
to seek unfettered realms of light.
I’ve settled somewhat in my years—
midst life’s approaching gloam.
Reaching now to dry my tears—
of joy, you see, I'm going home.
Categories:
benight, death, desire, self,
Form: Quatrain
I saw her once
In the glance and
In trance I stood.
My heart was light
Walked with light step
But light waned out.
Heard her foot near
Was all ears but
Oh, fear crept in.
Looked at her face
Could not place her
Preface to see.
Then she was nigh
Heard her sigh still
Felt pry on me.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
Eighth Place win in:
Contest Than-Bauk sponsored by Rick Parishe
Categories:
benight, hope, imagination, love, light,
Form: Than-Bauk