Best Choka Poems
Above bleak pastures,
A cobalt coliseum:
Warriors are unleashed.
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Aggressive brave clouds,
Battle for the dominance:
Vanquishment is vague.
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Conquest of power,
Clash of divine elements:
Battle in the sky.
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Sun and clouds collide,
On a battlefield landscape:
The land prays for reign.
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The golden swords pierce,
As injured clouds hemorrhage:
Pelting the pastures.
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With sharp swords of light.
The golden gladiator:
Obtains victory.
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Psychedelic notes,
Strummed with creative wonder:
From a lonely soul.
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Music for the world,
Crying guitar solos hum:
Raining energy.
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While his audience,
Awaited the finale:
Burning his guitar.
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Inspired by Jimi Hendrix
In perfect rhythm
A gently flowing ballad
Perfect melody
Tugging at my heart
Softly lifting my spirit
Tickling my senses
A song of beauty
Calling to the universe
To maintain all life
Everlasting tune
Beckoning for all to see
Shimmering with hope
Singing out for peace
In harmony with the wind
Conducted by God
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
steel clouds once more freeze
bare trees comfort each other
ripped trunk holds it together
the sun shields its eyes
its flames dying in Winter
the core feels the biting chill
it is in my bones
deep set; can’t shake off the wolf
its gray-fur-stare is howling
my hands crisp and crack
tips and knuckles peel like bark
soulless rain drips down the oaks
my knees turn from lies
thinking themselves well in Spring
they limp like twigs before snap
cerise cheeks remind
the otherwise bleak weather
that seasons will change in time
sun will siphon miasma
He pours out a world
Fresh colors and blazing suns
Emerald landscapes
Seas of blue and green
All of God’s promises drift
Across my mind’s eye
Bite Size Poetry Contest 5
a fantasy land
dreamt up by sleeping child
a peaceful magical place
where self-love is born
imperative to her soul
Yesterday has passed,
today I shall rise and dream,
let mourning stars fade.
Some flowers may wilt,
Yet fragrance remains when skies-
bleed cantaloupe hope.
Ruby crowned kinglets,
croon and rest on bleak brown shrubs,
as rays of autumn-
swiftly glide amongst,
peridot promises wrapped
in crisp memories.
But when ink comes as
wind-swept secrets tumbling in,
russet streaks of sun,
I'll stretch honey dipped
fingers, to sketch your saffron,
name across twilight.
Maybe dance of leaves,
and flurry hues would define,
unseen tomorrows.
As weightless amber,
carries warm crimson kisses,
Sealed in spiced silence.
So when rosy moon
returns amidst silver clouds
sing sweet songs of love.
You and I, we are-
poetry woven in red,
beneath gloaming gold,
painting crystal clear wishes.
sari of morn floats
draping temples with orchids,
as Angkor Wat blows its mist
to flame coned incense;
and in the still of homage
pilgrims wander with their gods.
Angkor Wat, Cambodia
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May 2018 Standard Contest of Brian Strand
I open the door
to one of our guest bedrooms
and find her nearly asleep . . .
she who long ago
tucked me into bed each night
when I was such a small child.
Tonight it is I
who lean down to kiss the face
of a precious little girl.
I watched a sunset
on the beach at the ocean
The sun touched the horizon
one quarter, one half
Bright, blazing red-orange clouds
Almost down; the sky now pink
Then it dawned on me
I was really observing
our mighty planet spinning
My mind blew gently
in the eternal present
the day I saw the earth move
*The rotation speed of the earth is 1038 mph at the equator
An ascending seed,
A ball of life wandering,
Floating through the air.
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Floating through the air,
In search for its’ field of dreams;
Whispers to the earth.
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Whispers to the earth,
It’s story awaits to spring;
Searching for soft soil.
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Searching for soft soil;
Waiting for climate and light;
On the hardened earth.
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On the hardened earth,
Anticipating its’ birth;
A gust comes again.
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A gust comes again,
With unsuccessful attempts;
Carried by the wind.
On a striped deckchair
she reclines, cold drink in hand,
soaking up the sun.
Her tanned skin glistens.
Teasingly, her tongue explores
her full lower lip.
Dark blue sunglasses
subtly separate pretence
from reality.
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Contest: Compose a Choka
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Placed 3rd
© 18th July 2016
Moon beams in distance.
Carried by glittering waves,
Reflecting an ageless tide!
Rays of moonlight fall,
Caressing, soothing, calming,
Man's broken, weary hard heart!
He stands in the sand
Moonbeams touching his shoulder
One giant step for mankind!
The moon is falling,
from the sky coming down fast!
Can the mighty ocean last?
Surf's up came the cry,
Many feet come running by,
Can we catch that last big wave?
The darkness seeps wet
stains on tissues of regret
inked pores secrete rain.
A blurred dust of pain
edging storm clouds all absorb
the hail of the Lord.
When onyx skies bleed
rhinestones etched in regrets,
follow the silence;
Unsung sonatas
cradling watercolor spells
woven with magic—
from violet blaze,
beneath mulberry gloaming,
where dark poets rhyme.
But when summer rain
falls upon metal steel hearts
in cashmere cadence,
Listen to the breeze
swirling sunflower secrets
of forlorn fervor.
Amidst lavender
longings for pearlescent bliss
on glistening vines.
For even chained doves
think in dulcet runes that glow,
drawing moonlit dusks
Whilst saffron sunsets
with electric quills of faith
release healing ink.
But can scribbles veil
fog of doubt, when astral signs
mislead the naive?
Is "trust" a lost star
waning in a labyrinth
of mourning roses?
and "hope" a myth of dreamers?