Best Ast Poems
I've deleted this acrostic from the competition for personal reasons.
SORRY, J. D.
G lorious was the morning I climbed the Scottish highland
R adiant warmth of Summer's sun shimmered over the trail
E mblazoned with clover, near a forested Wych Elm stand
A stonished at the scenic vista, my lofty imagination set sail
T raipsing across the North Sea, I was Captain in command
E lusive was the tailwind on my adventurous nautical escape
S cotland clamored for my return, 'Make haste. Hurry home!
C ast your notions upon the wind. Your spinnaker, undrape
A nother day will you play, when in illusory flight you roam
P erchance invite another dreamer and don your Tartan cape
E mbark upon a getaway beyond the heathered hills of loam'
Last goodbye son it’s time for you to go
Every emotion was there on show
Trying to put on a brave face
Tears were falling; it’s no disgrace
It was time for you to fly the nest
Now time for you to show your best
Going away to study in the UK
God speed to send you safely on your way
Over the seas so so far away
It seems like five minutes since you were born
Now its time for you to spread your own wings
I waved you off on that September morn
I’m so proud of you son that my heart sings
You’re leaving the nest
Time to cut the apron strings
Fly high my darling
Contest Letting Go Three Form Style - Sponsored by Laura Loo
04~02~16
Wide, this grand world, with occurrences, rife
On the foam-capped blue, for a seafarer's life
Rich, the adventurer's sojourns shall be ...
Launching deep dreams on a mutable sea.
Daring, the soul who can take to the sky
Cast off the weights of this marble and fly
Rending mundane for the magic of travel
Undreamt-of mysteries await to unravel.
In sky or on rail, on surface or sea ...
Savor the journey and all it should be
Enjoy, as scores don't, the gift ... to be FREE!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "World Cruise Acrostic" Poetry Contest, Kevin Shaw, Sponsor.
While wisps of white come floating from the sky,
Inside our house so cozily we sit
Nearby a blazing fire, enjoying it
Throughout the twilight hours, just you and I,
Embracing silence, watching embers die.
Relentless is the snow; it will not quit!
Luxuriating in serenity,
Oblivious are we to mundane woes.
Vast as the snow, which from the heaven flows,
Is what we’ll share for an eternity.
Night Falls, but even in the dark we see,
Gloom vanishes as winter loving grows.
Written Dec. 27, 2016 for
Janice Canerdy's Winter-Related Acrostic PoemPoetry Contest
Rhyme scheme abbaab cddccd with Iambic pentameter
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, 2013
Poetry/Acrostic/Maples Crying
Copyright Protected, ID 02-454-132-03
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Best Short Acrostic Poem
Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich, Judged 02/2013
Second Place
Obsidian hearts – no longer beating -
Buried under magna and turned to stone.
Lodged in stupor – consciousness deleting -
In a state where the sun has never shone.
Vast emptiness surrounds them now like outer space.
Infinitude of blackness . . . is this hell?
Obtuseness overwhelmed them and stole their grace.
Never-ending nothingness – it serves them well.
Sept. 23, 2021 - Theme #1: Oblivion
For the '''O'' Contest, NEW POEMS' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Sunlight dictates our days somehow
Evenings speak of duvets now
People begin to cough or sneeze
Trees start to dread each single breeze
E-type says there’s nowhere to park
Mornings complain about the dark
Blackberries doubt that they’ll get picked
English sheepdog begs for a stick
Radio talks of candidates
Fake news drowns out any debate
Autumn colours each working day
Leaves demand to be swept away
Last week’s paper knew it was true
September would remember you.
P-erfect home in heaven is free from pain and sorrow;
J-ust the peace and gladness, as we all ought to know.
M-an must always think
O-f what heaven can offer;
J-ust obey the Almighty
I-n ninth morn November.
C-all on the Father above to show us the right way;
A-sk Him for forgiveness for the wrong done everyday.
A-ll the things on earth
L-ast only for a limited time;
A-llow our souls to be worthy,
S-tay away from dirt and grime.
A-im for the new earth, let our heart and mind open;
S-eeking the paradise, our perfect home in heaven.
I've told some of you about this song- it is fall incarnate, with a hint of danger
check it out, you will wind up seeking the C.D.....It is haunting! Visually rich,
musically beautiful...just ast Christy!!
Fading blossoms drooping low in abeyance
Arouse Summer’s suspicions that now Autumn
Races forward, seeking Summer’s abdication.
Even as the birds plan their migration south,
Willful Summer scoffs as she stifles the wind,
Eventually losing to the tug of chill air.
Looking at scorched ground, Summer abandons
Last requests to the barren clouds for quenching rains.
Trudging toward tomorrow, Summer remembers she was
Once a grand empress, and vows she shall be again!
She sheds her ragged regal robes and crown;
Uneasy in weight of peasant’s coarse tunic.
Maybe next year when the Sun again comes ‘round,
Maybe next year when Summer defends, just then,
Essence of life will calm and steady her realm.
Restoring hope for her next auspicious reign.
L iving, in its basic sense, is easy.
I t’s a thing done automatically.
V ibrant life, however, must be strived for.
E ndeavor to be all that you can be.
L aughter is a key ingredient.
A waken and embrace each day with awe.
U ndaunted by misfortunes, smile! Just
G uffaw!
H appy people LOL. Ha Ha!
L ast, but most importantly,
O pen up your heartstrings. Give and give!
V ast will be the blessings that you reap -
E ternal bliss for those who truly live.
For Tirzah Conway's Acrostic Contest:
Live, Laugh, Love
Christmas
A zure Sky rejoiced and glanced on Green Earth.
B ethlehem Star glistened, glittered on Jesus’s birth.
C hristmas roses are exchanged in spirit of fraternity.
D ecoration of baskets with Poinsettia as symbol of purity.
E nchanting Christmas Eve expresses warm wishes
F low of fantastic gifts follows with flower -posies.
G reat grand grandeur Christmas is almost global.
H osts hostesses and gay guests honor holy festival.
I vory white bark of birch gleam and brightly glow.
J ingle bells with lemon fragrance nod heads to and fro.
K indle candle, knell before Jesus cutting ego with knife.
L ove for all is his greatest message to carry through life.
M arvellous mock rush erects spikes in pompous look.
N ice carols soothed heart and the core of soul shook.
O verwhelming occasion of Christmas can oust envy and quarrel
P ope or pagan, pretty or parlous to be greeted in general.
Q uench your thirst in Holy water, confess your sin.
R egrets, repents on tears will make heart pure and clean.
S plendid snowflakes without murmur grow in shy glaze.
T ender snowdrops hide behind thick the boxwood hedge.
U niversal goes the celebration on Christmas.
V ast spectacular gorgeous glorious glamorous
W inter berry spray lipsticks of red blossoms to gloss
X' mas tree is free to hold abundant gifts from Santa Claus.
Y earning for love yields love to make warm wish
Z est and zeal zing in zone of throbbing heart relish.
I CRY EVERYDAY
Why would I cry every day?
What do I do to stop this weeping?
It is my marriage that brings those tears
Tears of no joy...I mean gnashing of teeth
Yet still on earth with no intent to visit hellfire
My tears are of an abused lady enslaved
Trapped in a contraption called wedding
I now know why my other friends wants to be free
Free from the mundane atrocities of a marriage
Free from the bondages that comes with wedlock
Get away from the strife and knife of the In-laws
My In-laws are bitches of high level degree
Really, they are members of the witches and wizards club
They dine with long nails in their corners
My husband as an initiated one laugh out loud
I am continually ignored as if I was dead
I wish to join their cult when I am at my In-laws'
My presence irritate them from within
Their young ones lack all sorts of manners
I am disrespected at will even with my husband's will
AST
1.05am
15/04/2015
Conjure from a true life story
Form:
So much obscurity with no sign of light.
Hope begs the question is there help in sight?
Past, present, and future are mangled in time.
Enters the Captain - buckle-up for flight.
Across the universe, passage bought for a dime.
A countdown begins; it’s the end of the line…
Cashing-in what is left of my mind,
Ready to reschedule this mission of mine.
Envy my trip but heed the sign:
The SPACE around his HEART is dark and sublime.
written:02/26/13 for SPACE Contest
T hree minutes ******
H ow can something perceived special be illusive?
R eality check, does it really exist
E ast to west, from North to South they confess it
E arly stages is like haven, they say
M oved by craving one turns to a monster
I rresponsible and reckless
N ot a bit would he stop and think about repercussions
U nless the craving is curbed
T hat very moment the monster dies, like
E jaculation kills libido for a
S hort while
O ffenders of drug laws
R efer to their very first shot as 3 minute ******
G angs use the phrase to lure the inquisitive minds
A nd add them to their mule’s list once they are addicted
S ober up you with the inquisitive minds
M inutes of ****** in a drug world, is delusional.