Best Cento Poems


Premium Member Pie and Ice-Cream in Two Acts

"Look what they've done to my song, Ma" ~ Melanie Saftka

Act I – Pie (One bright morning)

my muse just wants pie
I huffed, “Okay, give it a try.”  
Pies begin with precision,
lovely decision.
I crave a treat, a sweet delight
one that brings a smile and makes my morning bright.
The popular apple and blackberry pie
Ah, just the thought makes me sigh.

Act 2 II – Ice-cream (Two hours later, on a yummy Sundae afternoon)

what fancy leads me on to dream
of sugar plums in frozen cream
I drool o'er yummy ice cream on my tongue
Thoughts of the tasty dish makes me so long
Betwixt lucky lips my eager tongue licks
A mouth watering afternoon dish fix
With a chuckle, he swore,
"I’ll just eat one more”.

Premium Member The Song Doesn't Remain the Same

epigraph:
A Field Guide to the Questions
That Survived the Fire
I Didn’t Start

—

I. The Songs

When peace like a river
        When, for whom

I still haven’t found
what I’m looking for
        Why here

here comes the sun
        Whose morning

the answer is blowing
in the wind
        Why ask
        What if

a change is gonna come
        When it circles back
        Amen?

all you need is love
        What then

what’s love got to do with it
        Why love, then

every breath you take
        Who owns
        I’m not yours.
        Not now

like a rolling stone
        Which road

you can’t always get
        Why try
        Why dream,
        anymore

I heard it through the grapevine
        Why now

imagine all the people
       What remains—

—

II. The Poets

When—
hope is the thing with feathers

Why—
the center cannot hold

How—
I contain multitudes

Where—
in a dark wood,
midway

When again—
a dream deferred
darkens

What then—
dare to disturb
the universe

So why love at all—
it cuts,
and you
were always
already open

Who watches—
someone will remember us,
not save us

Which road—
I saw my life
branching before me

What remains—
nothing will come
of nothing

Why now—
the hour is out of joint
dislocated

Then what—
        the same dark wood.
        midway.
        again.

—

Coda

and after the songs
and after the poets
and after every question—

a chasm inside you
God left there
before the Word.

don’t answer.

it doesn’t need a way—
it is
the way.

Premium Member Warm Autumn Into Windy Night

It is late September again.
Under a warming sun, your hand holds my hand.
Now the horizon sits – a silent spectator.
When gently huffs the wind,
twilight cascades upon my skin.
We lay in misty vapor from 
dusk’s bursting promise
as ink paints a panorama of primrose.

As luminous streams of stars 
paint my poetic sky,
stirring my moon-swept soul,
soft fire is his eyes.
I glow through starlight,
embracing our marrow’s warmth.
Let the strongest of winds come -
our hand hold will never end.


Embrace the Lines

three rhymed sestets written as a cento (see below) 	

PC       I muse, while the heaving waves of life are rising,
SO      earth’s rampant tides drag one deeper.  Unsurprising
CR      memories burn again, ‘ever brighter, higher,
NO      serenades from elders gath’ring in a bonfire.
PC       The sea of our mind has no mercy in its reach
AD      Embrace these lines,  imagine life without a beach?

NO      Consider a spectacle tryst with my rice field.
CR      The field of grass, I lay in once where I was healed
SH      in a mixture of emerald and shamrock hues,
SO      simply confined in momentary thoughts and views.
SH      I wish to paint our landscape again with new breadth.
AD      Embrace these lines to come back from ocean’s depths.  

NO       Lanterns glow near the plain, rivers blue twirl on clay,
AD       It is a time to relax, to stay calm, to pray.
SH       Green embraces every lake, tree tops kiss the sky
CR       Sweet tender days on which we look back, unsure why
PC       dangers still hide in dark corners unknown before.
SO       Embrace these lines, hope to be washed upon the shore.

I used June 2016 poems written by these six PS poets.
Author's initials precede lines which are attributed to each. 
My thanks to each one of you for your permission to use your pieces
to write mine.

The Sea of My Life – Paul Callus
Drowning in Tears – Silent One
Forever Bright – Carrie Richards  
A Sunny Beach – Andrea Dietrich
Rice Fields – Nette Onclaud
Green is Serene – Sandra Haight


July 4, 2016

Premium Member A Thousand Mirrors Old

Cinematic overture
Masquerade ball macabre
Stories from the pages of history
The winter cemetery
Abracadabra
Mountains of Bavaria
Hungarian rhapsody
Pearls of perpetuity
Threads of deceit
Born with two left feet
The shakiest gun in the west
Dracula and the dinner guest
Chagall’s whimsy
Frost like filigree
A snowqueen tale 
The end of a fairy tale
Sleeping with prince charming 
A storm is brewing
Brokenhearted sunsets
Sky with no regrets
The fairy tale must end
The beginning and the end
Morning apparition
The resurrection
Wings of wonder 
Mourning’s in the eye of the griever



Tribute to Kim Rodrigues - title and every line are borrowed titles of her poems. I actually have a longer version titled SEA OF CHAOS.

AP: 1st place 2022

Submitted on August 2, 2021 for contest A BRIAN STRAND RHYMED POETRY sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

and on September 14, 2025 for contest CENTO FAVES sponsored by CRYSTAL WOODS  -  RANKED 2ND

Premium Member River Deep Mountain High

With this tear   halfway to heaven   I love you, goodbye     
Hear me calling you   falling into you   dreaming of you    
I surrender all the way   if I could   the colour of my love       
At last   come to me   Immortality   in unison   to love you more    

Hear me calling you   falling into you   dreaming of you  
Faith in us   forget me not   think twice   set me free   I'm your angel       
At last   come to me   Immortality   in unison   to love you more    
The power of love seduces me   Fly   love can move mountains

Faith in us   forget me not   think twice   set me free   I'm your angel       
I surrender all the way   if I could   the colour of my love       
The power of love seduces me   Fly   love can move mountains
With this tear   halfway to heaven   I love you, goodbye     




Celine Dion songs in order: With This Tear.  Halfway To Heaven.  I Love You, Goodbye.  Calling You.  Falling Into You.  Dreaming Of You.  I Surrender.  All The Way.  If I Could.  The Colour Of My Love.  At Last.  Come To Me.  Immortality.  Unison.  To Love You More.  Faith.  Us.  Forget Me Not.  Think Twice.  Set Me Free.  I'm Your Angel.  The Power Of Love.  Seduces Me.  Fly.  Love Can Move Mountains.


AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on April 11, 2018 for contest MUSIC PANTOUM sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 3RD


Premium Member The Best Part Of Me

(The words in quotes are Ed Sheeran song titles.)

"Remember the name" you loved to repeat?
"Kiss me" again on Piccadilly Street.

Smell the "supermarket flowers---" lilies, roses, and such.
"Take me back to London," where our "shirtsleeves" would touch.

Two "hands of gold" framed with silk sunshine,
clinking together our glasses of wine...

"The hills of Aberfeldy" were never so green
with "a perfect duet" of "the joker and the queen."

Now, from our "castle on the hill," you aim each dart.
Could you find a kinder "way to break my heart?"

"I see fire" raging in every half-truth.
Is "this" the end of us, or just "the end of youth?"

"All of the stars" and "1000 nights"
were witness to some incredible sights...

"One" "perfect" "photograph" beside Big Ben...
Now a picture torn, in need of a mend.

Our still life moments have seen "happier" days.
I can't "stop the rain" of "salt water" haze.

"Shivers" surround me like the windy, grey sky.
"Sycamore" leaves flap fast but never fly.

Your coat, your lips, the blame---"put it all on me"
in public view like "overpass graffiti."

"Bad habits" lead to a thousand "first time(s),"
"a beautiful game," and a thousand new rhymes.

I see the "shape of you" in each "dusty" leaf.
My eyes search the ground, drowning with grief. 

"Life goes on" without a yawn or a dream.
The "spark" of my heart is in your "bloodstream."

"Don't" "cross me" out of snapshots, in hopes to forget.
The "best part of me" will change all regret.

8-23-2023

Premium Member In This Dream Called Life

A lover’s moon
I wander the desert alone
Figment of my imagination
Butterfly in my pocket
Wishing you were here
Listening and waiting
In this dream called life
A window to the soul
An adventure to remember
Drink from my fountain
Dance me a rainbow tango
Music to my ears
More than a memory
More than a lifetime
Calling all angels
A hundred times a day
Adieu until I see you in heaven
Remembering joy
Gypsy soul, red velvet rose



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

A lover’s moon (John Gondolf)
I wander the desert alone (Agnes Krampe)
Figment of my imagination (Kim Rodrigues)
Butterfly in my pocket (Richard Lamoureux)
Wishing you were here (Ann Gilmour)
Listening and waiting (Caren Krutsinger)
This dream called life (Andrea Dietrich)
A window to the soul (Gershon Wolf)
An adventure to remember (Jennifer Proxenos)
Drink from my fountain (Charles Messina)
Dance me a rainbow tango (Panagiota Romios)
Music to my ears  (Timothy McGuire)
More than a memory (Sandra Adams)
More than a lifetime (Sand Blown)
Calling all angels (Arturo Michael)
A hundred times a day (Dear Heart)
Adieu until I see you in heaven (Jan Allison)
Remembering joy (Linda Williams)
Gypsy soul (Rhona McFerran)
Red velvet rose (Eve Roper)

Premium Member Borrowed Dreams

On a passing cloud there floats a dream
A silent prayer
The shape of bittersweet
Solitude by the reverie
Without a string
In the dead of night 
Overlapping universes
By the water's edge

How sweet it is
Borrowed bits of spirituality
Dreams are made of this
Mother Earth, my mortal muse
Matters of the heart
Music of my youth

Where have the years gone
When I close my eyes
Riding out the thunder storm
I dream a day I dream a night
However many

Time won’t wait
What if later never comes
Forever eternally
Infinity is now
A sun that never sets


(each line is a title of one of my poems)



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on July 8, 2019 for contest COLLABORATION OF YOUR TITLES sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA  -  RANKED 2ND

Premium Member The Great American Songbook of the Soul - Part IV: The Dark Night

VIII. THE RUIN
 
The river reflects
the moonlight
        on a gravel road
 
I should have stayed on the farm
        I should have listened
                to my old man
 
She’s living in L.A.
        with my best old ex-friend
 
There’s a hole
        in daddy’s arm
                where all the money goes
 
I don’t know
        where we went wrong
 
Does anyone know
        where the love of God goes
 
You better let
somebody love you
        before it’s too late
 
From give and take,
and still somehow
        It's love's illusions I recall
 
I remember standing
there
        (Yogi’s heavy collar jingling in the
hall, Gurty asleep by the amp)
 
until I remember
 
I only remember
        the songs
 
that disappear
 
the moment
        the music died
 
        (the soul darkens)
 
 
IX. THE DARK NIGHT
OF THE SOUL
 
I have become
        comfortably numb
 
Everybody rolls
        with their fingers crossed
 
Freedom's just
another word
        for nothing left
                to lose
 
When you're weary,
        feeling small
                I will dry
                        your tears
 
You can't always get
        what you want
                But if you try sometimes...
 
Is a dream a lie
        if it don't come true
                Or is it something worse?
 
It's life's
illusions
        I recall
I really don't know
        life at all
 
I never knew
        what silence
                could do

Somewhere between
        the time you arrive
                and the time you go

may lie
        a reason
                you were alive

I met a girl who sang the blues
        And I asked her for some happy news
                  But she just smiled and turned away
 
        (the turning begins)

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Premium Member The Great American Songbook of the Soul - Part III: The Running Man

VI. THE RUNNING MAN’S
LIFE 
 
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
        Like a watercolour in the rain

Tramps like us
        Baby,
                we were born to run
 
The highways jammed
        with broken heroes
                On a last chance drive
 
It’s a wild world
        It’s hard to get by
                just upon a smile, girl

He was born
        in the summer
                of his twenty-seventh year

We’re just two lost
souls
        swimming
                in a fish bowl

No one told you
        when to run
                You missed the starting gun
       (Stefi, Becca, Jules—how did the years
outpace the engine?)
        (a poetry man since '73, the same three
chords still finding
        new ways to break)
 
Talk to me some more
        You don't have to go
 
Fathers taught me
how to leave;
        the years taught me how to wait

After changes
        upon changes
                we are more or less the same

And then one day you
find
        ten years
                have got behind you

And then one day you
find
        ten years
                have got behind you again
 
There never seems
        to be enough time

It was long ago and far away
       the world was younger than today
 
All we are
        is dust in the wind
 
        (corridor break)
 
All we are
        is dust in the wind
 
       (the descent deepens)
 
 
VII. THE COLLAPSE OF
TIME
 
I’ve been lately thinking 
        about my life’s time
 
Time can bring you
down
        Time can bend your knees
 
So you speak to me
        of sadness
 
Then winter’s
        for wondering
                what went wrong
 
I have stood upon
the mountain
        and looked down
                on all the people
 
I’m going to be a
happy idiot
        and struggle
                for the legal tender
 
        (pause)
 
I’ve seen fire
        and I’ve seen rain

Still, a man
        hears what he wants to hear
                and disregards the rest

Across the evening
sky
        all the birds
                are leaving

In the year
        of the cat

        (the descent reaches its floor, hell)
 

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END OF PART 3 of 5

Premium Member A cautionary expose

fruit extravaganza
dream vacation
dinner bell
a word of caution
while time waits for no one


[using titles of my 5 recent poems]

AP: 1st place 2025

Shepherd of the Shining Stars

I will wander through all the aeons and uncover all mysteries 
As shepherd of the shining stars
Greek wisdom, the heavenly crescent moon

(Cento poem about Christ, using lines from the three surviving Gnostic/Naassene hymns)

Simple Scribbles

Fragrant scent of lilac lilts through the vale, 
painting the hills in His silent embrace, 
Lyrics float by, searching for a home,
Their sunrise glow - the perfect rainbow-red
In divine grace that shines light from above, 
He brings sunshine to the dusk of dim;

I’m a pen out of many, with which He may write. 
Though all I have is a poet’s conviction
To taste new charms of heaven’s sprawl, 
spilled now in ink penned to share, 
~ Simple scribbles serenade me ~
My pen loves to rhyme and my parchment loves my pen, 
Rippling with emotion, sometimes profound, 
weeping in smudges of tearful metaphors, 
nourishing thoughts into word dreams, 
A slow sibilant whisper echoed from afar, a mermaid’s delight.

asthma

I saw American maiden with the  choky  breath 
Panting sideways with the teary face .
I recently listned the siren of ambulance 
And family sobs and I went past to her 
Unfortunately, the ambulance left 


It was a painful tragedy 
Which made kins cried 
I was anxious and tensed 
When  friends rosed questions about why 
I could be rather be speechless 
Eventhough  I was questioned by my college mates 
Which was unspoken incident which made 
me numbed and fearful
it resulted in trauma and  flashbacks 


This is a painful tragedy 
I could nt resist why 
When I listened the wailing voices then 
It made me cry 
I could not forget the girl that 
Was in my mind

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