Best Augments Poems
Rhythmic pose arcs lifting elegant ambience
Graceful dance enshrines artful renascence
Visceral posture invites emotional response
Festive celebration of aesthetic renaissance.
Attired in red and blue of simple elegance
Glorious style augments swirling excellence
Left arm risen high points gracious eminence
Finger tips lift vivid attire in quiet eloquence.
Golden bangles adorn wrists flirting in stare
A lone yellow flower crowns her silky hair
Folded right arm obstructs in a defiant dare
Index finger hides grief, eyes closed in prayer.
Head turned right, arched with sculpted flair
Tense neck muscles manifest muted despair
Open fingers gesture a stealth grievous flare
Air of intellectual grandeur opulently glares.
Ponder why the painter didn't show her eyes
Discover invisible pain vibrant colors disguise
Beneath the splendor lies a hidden surprise
Cultural dance-music echoes her silent cries.
September 22, 2017
Placed 1st:Poems that paint a picture
Painter: Anna Razumovskaya
Sponsor: Silent One
HM: Strand choice U contest by Brian Strand
The Need for Practice (Revised-Ha!)
Loving yourself is the birth of romance,
Dancing alone is still dance,
Practicing augments one’s courage to try
Failure at worst brings a sigh!
Athletes learn early the secret of gain,
Find they can work through most pain,
Who cares in time they will likely get beat,
Masters of neighborhood's street!
Victory - Good friend (of those who don’t quit),
Ludicrous (plans to outwit),
Golden ideas are flags you’ve unfurled
Practice your gifts for the world.
Digging deep, failures uncover your gold,
Teachers are rarely so bold,
No one can ever say what you should do...
Treasure's what's buried in you!
Long Tooth
August 9, 2016
He wears his frame with dignity.
Moves amongst the throng with confidence,
with a buoyant outlook
that defies everything malignant.
He magnifies his letters until
they are neon bright and shining
messages for his eyes alone
And augments sound until
each letter thrills like a breathless
poem, spoken for his ears alone.
Can he see right through the covert
messages people send through
thick air like fog suffocating?
(We think he cannot, we think he
fails, we think he doesn't see the
labyrinthine manipulations people
use for information and interaction.)
Can he hear those hidden connotations
of words?
(We think he cannot,
we think he fails, we think he hears
only one track of a multitrack tape.)
He rides his chair with poise,
loves with afflatus, with fire,
animus and anima. And leaves behind
what cannot be carried into the
present. But finds in the past a
strength to fight and avenge, not
revenge. Find justice for those
denied in the past and today.
He smiles, smile with him, and
meet him halfway, he is new.
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March 15, 2017
N/A in contest: Broken Wing
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
When first I swayed her eyes a perfect round,
With hair that fell so circular and dark.
Spherical girl -- not rotund or fat-bound,
With curves that flow in wide expanse of arc.
By dawn the night does wane to working day.
With awe I fill her every need profound --
A pup to fetch and run the word, obey.
My Summer's smile augments a love unbound.
Yet, smiles are few and eyes a glazing dim.
No touch returned for softly warm caress.
I beg her, please, recount my every sin:
"Nothing," says she, a wisp so vaporous.
Summer left a tasteless void of season;
Autumn blows a gust of destined reason....
September 19, 2016
Movie Mania - Romance - Poetry Contest
Inspired by the romantic comedy,
500 Days of Summer (2009)
SOMEWHAT MORE THAN A PHENOMENON - FAITH
FAITH IS A POWERFUL THING…
F alling to my knees in prayer,
A sking not but worshiping the Lord.
I am only a crusader for the cause of creation.
T herefore, I bow unto The!
H e will hoist my spirit and embrace my soul into contentment.
I mage forms via an informed acumen.
S trength augments my strife in life.
A mazing is the lucidity of the mind.
P lease, may I have this honor of speaking to you?
O rnate you with lavishing words.
W isdom and knowledge you award.
E verlasting faith bequeathed through imploration.
R ising above my trials and trepidation,
F or you are the keeper of my soul.
U shering relevance in the most significant way,
L ife guidance provided each day.
T empered to the intensity of my faithfulness,
H ow time is only the hourglass of eternity.
I nvenerate in the privacy of my home.
N othing is more invigorating than adulation of the Lord God.
G ist is faith being that it is the most powerful entity universal.
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Penned on January 07, 2015!
It's hedged--but an allegory
Augments the lore in each story
Son Isaac he'd gore
But Abe knew at his core
Zeal with excess has no glory
Author's Note:
I believe the voice of god in the story
is Abraham's conscience.
The bible might just be
the first comprehensive psychology textbook.
It's a string of pearls from people who faced
the same moral and ethical questions we do.
This is the day the Lord gave.
His blessing is guiding our way.
He has manifested the extraordinaire.
He is why we live.
His intervening in human affairs has brought forth humanitarian events...
Insofar, our episodic existence augments our intelligence.
Stated to be a poetic boon, god sent for sure.
Divine intervention scribe on our scrolls, we are pathfinders to fulfill our inner core.
Life formed to live, we are human beings.
Our footprints came long-ago via the Apostles and Prophets of the Lord.
Great Awakening took place and religion emerged.
No statue is limit in our theological presence.
We must keep company to our beliefs.
Therefore, a psalmist endurance becomes his or her poetic content.
We may write in prose, verse and flow, or both.
Our spirits will explore.
Our souls will be exposed.
Divine intervention is deification interference.
Interpolation defines our cause.
Wisdom sallied forth.
Pure utterance is a godsend.
We are scribes of history.
We are the writers of a holy scripture for humanity.
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Verlena S. Walker
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 16, 2014!
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the indulger of write
inch by inch
with charge
augments her veneer
"supple
taut
pink pixie
flesh
hern eyne
taunting me emerald
with long cinnamon wavy tresses"
Upon the table
his pen and slip
conditionally reposed
Upon the bed
her petite impression
his galvanizing
kiss
Preeminent is the birth of Christ.
We worship his life and seek his devise…
His dominant presence arises.
Aroused is our spirit.
Our soul is incandescent.
We are obligatory to the glory of God.
Luminescent is the essence of The Holy Scripture.
We sing gloriously.
We pulsate victoriously.
The Gospel is our voice harmonically.
Christ died on Calvary.
Hoisted to achieve amazing deeds, our life is a radiance of Heaven’s lights.
We worship the life of Christ.
Ascendant to prophesy of the world, peace is influential while war destroys.
Famine is metaphorically dumbfounded for the knowledge of God’s apostles.
Walk in rightful luminosity.
Insofar, your life is brilliance perceived.
We shout gloriously.
We pine exultantly.
The Gospel is our harmonic expression.
Christ died for our salvation.
Today we praise Christ, the Son.
Today we praise God, the Father.
One does not supersede the other.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
Croon praise!
Beatify the Lord’s way!
Our reliance is devoted to the Gospel resonated!
In mantra fortifies giving the highest praise to the life of Christ!
Refrain via song augments the Father and the Son.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
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Penned on September 07, 2014!
Speech therapy is awesome work
Steering communication rework
Brings many smiles
No more sighs
Strong oral motor skills
Gone are the food spills
Strengthens comprehension
Expands expression
Augments articulation
Helps word precision
Checks stammer
Eases clutter
Hones voice
Gives poise
Clear accent
Wins you compliment
Better pragmatics
Impressive social dynamics
Thanks to Speech therapy
One is made Happy
- Giridhar Ghodkar
Speech-language therapist
South India
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The splendor of her soul augments my interminable desires
Every osculation is a demonstrative of our unfurling fires
To say a tall tale might be my tormentor forever
To her my wobbling hands never says ever
Every time I fall into the ocean of her immature cerise,
My fervent heart melts to a mare berry
My life turns to a wild of mystery
I am falling into her tormented ferry
I cherish her unrivalled knowledge
Loving her unconditionally is my solace
Al rather my slice of her sledge
Forever I vow to dwell in her glorious palace!
With every touch I receive
My darkest scenes scream in unstinting glare
I outlook on the roof to give in but all I can see is my Eve
Honestly I fall short of what to say
Holding my fires is my only move
My soul dawns waiting to drink in her ocean
Or maybe I will wait till the end of time!!
I.D-deal-an-ology of Irresponsibility
Turn creation away from appreciation
And into a miracle
Turn the miracle away from care
For what possible pathetic hands as these
Could ever change anything
Turn life into a repentance for living
The demoralization of heavens acceptance
Gives anyone the easy excuse
Not to do; anything
Tis the last refuge
The last fig leaf of blindness
The very last impromptu surrender
That has nothing at all to do with this
Ideology of Irresponsibility
Places responsibility at someone else’s feet
And heaven augments the captivity
Of dreaming for something better
But; Better the dream in practice
Punishing the wicked
The social classes and poverty created
To think elitist
But deprivation instigated
The cause of so much suffering
Turn the blind eye to perfection then
And wait upon salvation
Turn teaching to the plethora of rigmarole
Do nothing about them
Say then
It is all in God’s hands
And wash clean your own
Rest the conscience in the balm of deliverance
Praise all the little tiny aspects of creation
And never know
What it means to be responsible for them
Walk away in comfort
Be comforted
By an inglorious gratitude
That strips caring to a falsehood
Of simply shrugged shoulders
Cry humanity, weep, wail and bitter turn
Shed the tears in abundance
And do nothing at all
About them
Ideology of Irresponsibility
Places responsibility at someone else’s feet
And heaven augments the captivity
Of dreaming for something better
Though; Better the dream in practice
Rather than the if, but and maybe of promises for tomorrow
and not today
*Image of Couple Love Nature by Pixabay*
Splendor In The Grass
Humbly, I forage nigh the Irish springs,
In earnest quest of a four-leaf clover,
Augments my spirit a bit of luck brings,
A rainbow bridge where love can crossover.
Lucent fairies wand dreams magically,
As waxen clasped wick gifts a spark inflame,
Said be true interludes that passion be,
Deep within vessels for lovers to claim.
Moist arrow tips with a potion of lure,
Propel assuredly for patient hearts,
Pierce beating veins and ignite the amour,
Serenade a moonlit dance, hope imparts.
Guesswork fumbles in broad daylight splendors,
As nightfall conspire diverse stargazers.
2019 November 28
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1093
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 21
*3rd Place*
Love Me Like You Mean It
~~Julie Leigh Rodeheaver: Judged 2020 January 20
*HMS & RZ
Do not go back he said and for what.
To a childhood time many moons ago in Ireland
In a field of cocks of hay and a very hot summer day
Being stung by two bees on the palm of my hand as I pressed against that hay
I would love to run again crying to the house
And that granny would be there with the witch hazel and a loving embrace
To a time when my Aunt Nancy who cried when I would be leave for England
Always producing clothes pegs of wood she had painted for me each visit
To her house and the Ava Maria played from the ornamental statue of the Virgin Mary
And her neighbours who were two young daughters
Who fought with each other over a bucket to take me to the well
Phil and T.C. I seem to recall were their names
And their mother known as baby Brehoney made the best potato cakes ever
I remember the pipe smoke and old granduncle Mark
In their corrugated tin roofed three room house
The black kettle and crook and the permeating turf smoke
To wife Baa as she was known and her 'Not a bad word' would she say about anyone
As children thay always called us Agra.
Chocolate bars for us children that were fry's mint and whiskey for Dad
To well I remember the two lonely first cousins of my father's who were bachelors
And their stiff plastic table cloth that would rise above our heads in each corner
when pushed from below the table
The dinner table itself was pushed against the stair case
Where the tea the sugar the salt and pepper were left on each yellow ascending step
And the spit laden flagstone floor more concentrated around the ray burn
But that ceased when visitors came calling
Too fondly I remember the long mountain top drive from
Arigna to Corn and our destination beside Dad's old collapsed homestead
Along the way the augments with Mom as to who lived in each house
Who married whom, how many children they had and what jobs did they do
The remote church where we stopped to view the best view for 50 miles round
And to pray at our Ladys grotto. And an occasion when there were so many inscets
inside the car that they consumed half the interior volume of the car.