Best Competes Poems
At seven sixteen, I heard the first bird sing.
You're still asleep with breaths steady and even.
I'm drinking my tea while birds are on the wing.
Nature's beauty this morn competes with heaven.
When I see rising sun reflected on dew,
The way scarlet skies lights fire in your eyes,
As sweet birds begin to sing I think of you,
With love in your eyes each morn when we arise.
Through these many years I feel love in your touch,
I see it in many things you do for me.
I hear it in your deep voice I love so much.
Let us share our love throughout eternity.
I know your gentle touch with your soft embrace.
I rejoice in the joy glowing from your face.
2-10-20
Italian sonnet consists of 14 lines and 2 stanzas with eleven syllables in each line. The first stanza is 8 lines and it is known as the octave and the second stanza is the 6 line sestet.
Lost among shadows of solitude’s flow
Stained glass illusions destroying her heart
Sadness competes for a seat on the row
Little it knows long ago brought it’s start
Sorrow now lingers the depth to believe
Longing some guidance, the proof to be shone
Sitting alone in the silence this eve
Feeling this night is now all she has known
Gone every hope of her desperate fears
Dreamed inspiration of moments unable
Drowned in the waves of her unending tears
Life plays it’s hand as it folds on the table
Merely a light in the darkness to shine
Silent her prayer sent aloft, up above
Doubtful at best of now crossing the line
Never again to know eternal love
When like an echo, a voice it does call
An answer perhaps to her last whispered prayer
I will be near if ever you fall
Call on my name, I shall always be there
12/22/20
Written for the: A Rhyme Story-Poem With Eyes On Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
flash dancing with dawn
hued dawn rises as
lightning flashes in spring skies—
mighty sol competes
5-23-19
A STRAND (1059) Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsor Brian Strand
Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, ~First Place~
Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
a patch of, alluring sea
the wonder of this buoyancy
the gentle waves, the searing sun
with all of nature, I am one
my aches and pains just drift away
on healing breeze that's come to play
nomadic sands in search of home
caress my body as they roam
the salted sea competes to find
a way my agile form to bind
yet I must rise and bid farewell
to his Mediterranean spell
I smile and towel dry my hair
and give the Sea King rousing stare
this wave, his swell of promise sweet
that on the morrow we will meet
and with a sigh I say goodbye
for island dreams are waiting by
then lullabied by gracious moon
I dream of Sea, of suntanned noon
I'll shed my garments, dip in bare
more liquid pleasures, sun kissed flares
Eileen Manassian
I haven't been around much as I was busy ending the summer session at the university, and now I'm enjoying my holiday in lovely Cyprus. I'll write and comment as I find opportunity. This came to me while I was swimming with my family before yesterday. :) They had to remember bits of it so I could jot it down when I got out of the water and onto the beach!
The First Six Months
January, you remind me to close the door to yesteryear
And to welcome the new entry ways you have for me
Febuary, I'm off and running, and not the least bothered by
Any resolutions that I did not make
March, I am filled with the energy you bring and the anticipation
for things just ahead
April, with a name like yours, how can I not see and feel the
Spirit of resurrection in the air? Ah April, how refreshing you are
May, I have seen and crossed many bridges, both the great and
Beautiful ones, but none serve up the service you deliver. Why,
You are the calm and silent one connecting and blending the warmth
Of Spring with the heat of Summer.
June, your name competes with April and I will say this: I am acquainted
With a lady name April, but one of my best friends has a wife name June.
She is one jewel of a person.
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Amidst the sacred places
I've witnessed distraught faces
A virtual Kaleidoscope of races
History often traces
Many are hungry and cold
Politicians bought and sold
Achingly, our God embraces
He competes to fill vacant spaces
Ima try to honor his plan
His kingdom is meant for man
But it's turning viciously dark
Lord hold my hand as I embark
The daily realities can be so stark
Hard to be tender and surrender
While yielding a sword I might need to render
Divisions grow strong amongst gender
If you have a special angel, send her
I'm made from the rib being tender
Equality, increasingly, a mind bender
Engage me in the sacred spaces
Let me hear boisterous laughter
Have my back in extreme cases
Teach me when to sit and when to stand
How to enjoy and employ loves embraces
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On a busy Marescaux Road where
No one cared for an injured dog,
Where motorists do not come to a slow,
And honking horns hammer
As impatient traffic competes toe to toe,
There on the asphalted heat
The painful cry of a wounded creature
Pierced through the peak-hour hub of the street.
Out into the throbbing traffic
The Wolmarian girl stepped
Caring none except
for that injured dog– whimpering, pleading,
Fighting with its final breaths.
And the honking swelled and motorists yelled.
From their faces, I could discern
They were void of an iota of concern.
Above the chaos, I heard her whisper
Gentle reassurance to the timid creature.
The Wolmarian girl bent
and slowly lifted her casualty
And walked back to the sidewalk
With ceremonious dignity.
And I have always wished to be as brave as she
Who defied the odds to honour her humanity.
How I long to see the narcissus blooming once again
So many months away, winter officially not here
Spring would help my grief and down mood lift, help me make it 'til then
Down where wisteria clusters hang from pines and lavender blooms
Their scent wafts in warm spring air, while their vines squeeze around trees
While their beauty competes with unfurling tender green leaves
Working through grief is not easy, maybe spring will help heal
Grief could consume but I know it comes in clusters unexpected
When spring comes, daffodils' yellow golden blooms will renew
Early on while winter lingers star magnolia will bloom
Hope will spring forth, hope of beauty, warmth and healing of my spirit
Death slipped in as winter approached, spring heals with fire of hope
I open my eyes to the lovely smile on mom's face
and the tenderness in her gaze;
but why is there more silver
in her hair and more lines on her skin?
The pretty pink and purple Sanrio knickknacks
tell me I am back in the bedroom of my youth.
I get a whiff of mom's perfumed Spanish bath soap,
bringing a sense of comfort,
like the mouthwatering aroma of simmering chicken stew
wafting in from the kitchen.
As I inhale the floral scent of my cloud-white pillows,
I feel I am mom's young daughter again.
Feeling drowsy, I close my eyes to listen
to the haunting notes from the radio,
its soft melody competes with nature’s
night orchestra outside, where dusk has settled.
The boisterous laughter and baritone-voiced
banter of my brothers echo in my sleep.
Startled, I wake up from the dream. The fever’s gone;
in body and spirit I'm a strong adult again.
20 September 2015
Perfection is not seen in man but your perfection
Is beyond precious stones
Only the sun and the moon knows how far you climbed
To get Me down.
Life could have been incomplete in your absence.
You had no silver or jewels to offer
When I needed, but you made it clear that you would have given if it were there
Still you gave something even better.
Something that will never leave my heart
I never really knew I could die for someone
I never knew I could die for you
But am proud to say,
If you didn't mind risking your life to have me
I don't mind too.
My heart has been broken so many times,
But never by you.
You fix them, even when you run out of bandage.
I know in my heart that in hundred of years
I would still wish to have you as a guide.
A guide that covers in times of rain
A guide that sacrifices in time of need
A guide that comforts in time of hurts.
You could only be found on earth
Not even in Venus.
But where you reside is in my heart
Human cannot appreciate you
Only the heavenly atmosphere are aware
Of your tender care
They sing to your patient.
They clap to your hard work
And they revolve around your smile
I can only forget to remember,
The tensity of your hood
For in you my little secret is safe.
The remembrance of your deed
Uproots tears from my within
The elaboration of your effort in my head
Competes with my goals
On being the smaller you
Your happiness is my life fulfillment
Your personality should be drawn on the
Walls of the country
You have no governmental income
But my needs are always met.
You made me know that being broke is
A state of mind
And you prepare me for the future
You have proved yourself thousands of times
Your strength cannot be bounded even by the oceans
For you are strong,
And you have shown that In the labour room
You being a gem
Is far beyond pushing out
But Completing it by providing,
Caring, and encouraging me.
You're rare indeed
Today I am fulfilled
In being your daughter
I love you mother.
And I hope you know in your heart
That everything I do is all for you.
A dance of elegance they leap
in grace of movements sweep
moonlights skipping on the waves
upon the circuits the currents paves
A Spanish Dancer twirls her skirt
whose painted like a rainbows shirt
Your works oh Jah blanket the Sea
where creatures frolic internally
Where Leafy Dragons in Reefs foray
the clown fish in anemone play
the razor fish like knives in sand
but foolish men think it's not planned
Where fierce and tender Orca steals
the infant pups of many Seals
where coral forests the oceans floor
the groves of Kelp hide many more
Odd companions the crab and shrimp
who share a hole like common tent
on flows the cisterns of the Deep
the lair where Leviathan do sleep
There flying fish cavort on wing
wild aquatic souls live and sing
here Dolphins cartwheel in escapade
in pods their dancing a parade
Who understands the Songs of Whales
who carry calves and smack their tails
to starfish who cling the rock of Beaches
here low tides the mussels reaches
These lives mankind has proved a danger
to poison Seas palace he is no stranger
Here predator man competes with Sharks
in every Sea his fatal marks
The Shark only does his hunt for meal
Mankind's a predator who kill and steal
Toxic pollution down rivers flow
the dead zones that kill the life below
Life perpetuates itself by designers plan
We question it's survival , it's death by Man
Those who love the earth these traits resist
There's too much beauty divinely kissed
COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Simon used to take part in motocross,
Before his bike stalled once mid-air,
When he was training on his farm land,
Which left him paralysed waist down.
He was born in 1982 on the 7th June,
And having fought back from that day,
In 2001 when he did dance with death,
He now races the Marathon T52/53/54.
He most often competes alongside Weir,
But worries about safety combinations,
Because safety issues can concern him,
And the Zika virus was a scare, quite big.
He lives in Maryport but trains in Carlisle,
At the Sheepmount Stadium to neatly chat,
With olympians Tom Farrell and Nick Miller,
Who he knows to be top athletes, class.
Dr Ian Thompson, Tanni Grey’s hubby,
Who trained this fantastic legendary idol,
Also trains Simon by propelling, pushing,
Him to muscle on further and further.
In 2015 he did brave to firmly complete,
The Great North Run, the half marathon,
When he won the silver in the T53 class,
And he works as a car mechanic by day.
A four piece string ensemble competes
with fluted crystal glasses harmonizing
to the tinkling of fine silverware
underpinned by the purring whispers
of well-to-do's and their hobnobbery.
Buttery lobster and rib-eyed supper in
opulent gravies and exotic spices;
cornucopia fruits on sterling platters
all floating about the ballroom on
white gloved tuxedos.
There’s a thick pretense in the air;
a high browed notion of superiority
reflected off each gold-fitted gemstone
amplified when ostensibly viewed
through a monocle lens.
I suppose it’s a lonely company they keep
esteeming each other as conquerors
by cordially extended handshake;
dodging and redirecting questions incessantly,
so as not to be rude, no doubt.
All the lavish excess of the night
is surpassed in every rise and fall
of her chest, as I contemplate silently
what fate has befallen that life, no more
beaming behind those sapphire eyes.
Empty sockets abound, lifelessly
betraying boisterous expressions of mirth.
Dancing corpses swig their Dom Perignon
forgetting for tonight, at least,
the toiling lilies of the field.
Preston Graham
(Grahamburglar)
08/16/15
For Contest: Puttin on the Ritz
Hosted by: Judy Konos
Sabrina has the condition speech dyspraxia,
Which caused a mild intellectual impairment,
And so competes in athletics throwing events,
Specialising in the shot put discipline, skill.
Her brother who competed in sports games,
Inspired her to join a club - she was eleven.
At junior level in Brazil, 2014, she won gold,
But in Doha, at the seniors, she came fourth.
Rio was her stage ‘cos she did herself proud,
By throwing a PB of 12.94 to win the bronze,
And she was the first Welsh athlete at Rio,
From TeamGB to win any medal of any type.