Best Contest Anything Poems
A thousand steps in between
who I was and who I am now
do I wonder about the detours?
do I wish I took the dirt road instead?
Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes?
Would the worries have been less then what they are today?
I guess I’ll never know,
unless I go back in time
choose a different path
choose the least attractive offer and run with it
pipe dreams that is all my journey back in time would be
‘cause I would not have met you
and you would not be reading these words....
Everything in life boils down to an immaculate plan,
it may not be my ideal plan or yours
but in the end the voyage continues
whether we want to or not…
‘Cause it is all part of the bigger picture
and
in that image is your life and mine...
We just got to embrace the journey
no matter how uncertain it might be...
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Contest: Anything Goes
7th Place
One more peg
to quench my thirst,
thirst of a desert
nearer to sea
so close to it
yet so far.
One more peg
to forget the pain,
pain of my heart
which I once
offered to you
but you refused.
One more peg
to end this poem,
a poem of love,
love that is lost,
lost in time
never to come.
Just one m o r e pe.......
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placement:10 th, (July 2011)
Contest:Anything Goes
Sponsor:Irma Linda Trevino
By:kashinath karmakar(18th January,2011)
Behind the rough and gruff facade,
amongst the sternness and the pride.
Along with calloused hands and the scars
A little boy still resides.
in spite of responsibilities,
the hard days, daily grind.
There within a man full grown,
that little boy still hides.
In the crooked grin, stuck out chin,
mischievous twinkle of the eyes.
Crazy antics, chances taken,
a little boy joy rides.
Eat one more cookie before dinner,
spend all weekend, playing outside.
Put off mowing the lawn one more day,
that little boy decides.
Work extra hours to pay the bills,
don't let that "Honey do" list slide.
Do anything to see me smile,
His little boy is justified.
For the contest; Anything
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
He
Witness
My sadness
Tears rolling down
He wiped the tears away and held me close.
He never asked what brought them on, he just
let me be me
and loved me
with my
tears..
Contest: Anything Goes
14th Place
Trembles serenaded my heart
before the coming storm
affection was blowing toward me
with unburdened arms
in an unruffled evening with a fiery red sky
and continuous waves that drowned the shore
I embraced the silent space
in a moment caressed
satiny rhythmic sounds, music from the sea
added to the fluidity of her movements
in her summer dress of yellow
caught by the sea breeze to dance with each step
allowing a vision of perfection to be cast upon my soul
like a fisherman's woven net
She paused...
So my eyes could regale on her alone
and melt away with the fabric of time
where lovers dwell with measured caresses
and soft feathered fingers skimming across the skin
while the clock hand turned with each kiss
drifting slowly into a vanishing night
of star-light and moon glows
splayed upon the tender mouths of lovers
until a veil dropped
as we became silhouettes on the shore
revealing smoldering fires within
exposing our hearts with all their ashes
leaving flickering fervor where lovers lay
exploring dreams in a sanctuary of solitude
before being washed away...
by the dawn's incoming tide
7/31/22 Contest Anything Goes
judged 8/2/22
contest Writing Challenge-X'd poems second chance
sponsor Constance La France
Little brown orb
lying so lightly in my hand,
the marvel of you demanding my attention.
Could I but see deep into your heart,
I would find a perfectly formed flower
waiting there.
Waiting for me
to stir the rich brown earth and make a bed,
a room to hold you through the winter storms.
What life force induces you to grow
and not decay in your dark tomb?
Who guides you?
Lovingly
I cradle you and croon a lullaby.
Your fragile skin splits and bares your creamy flesh,
seemingly much too delicate to survive the
frosts and heaves to come.
I place you there.
Sleep little one.
In hibernation let the good earth nourish you.
Your internal clock, set by Nature,
will waken you to spring;
triumphantly breaking free,
a lovely tulip blossom.
Won 7th place in contest Anything But rhyme.
Silence for me is like a beautiful flower blooming,
and it is not found by turning off life;
but a hunger deep within me,
to find the balance of Yin and Yang;
Serenity is something I really work on,
it is a long soulful journey;
a spiritual connection to bliss and peace,
and in the mist of my mind a bridge is beckoning;
I think of this as a journey to find enlightenment,
that takes me where my thoughts lead;
and worldly noise I push away,
with courage I float in my mind;
I am a bird singing in the forest,
I am a cloud floating in an azure sky;
I am the morn' dew that kisses,
I am a flower with petals opening in the sunshine;
I drift on a smooth green pond embracing my silence,
and I am held to life by a thread;
that I can follow back to reality,
and with a sigh- I am home.
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July 30, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Held By A Thread
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1376-637-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Anything You Want
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 08/01/2021
Third Place
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Dateless
One day, then date_
Twenty-four hours deadline
One formal needed, purchase cloth
Sewing
Contest:"Anything Handmade"
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
Written by:Sara Kendrick
(When our oldest daughter was
in high school, she did not have a
date to the prom or military ball
so I did not make plans to get a
dress..She came in the day before
the event after school and said that
she had a date..That gave me twenty
four hours to come up with a dress..
I had only $20 left until next paycheck
and no credit card..I went to the
fabric store and got fabric and pattern.
The dress had 12 gores and it was floor
length..I stayed up until 2 am sewing up
a dress for her to wear the next eve..)
A sophisticated lady became the talk of our town
Changed her name to Ms. Green from Ms. Brown
A leader of green revolution campaign
Wore her favorite color all over again
If her tartar isn't brown, we’ll tell her not to frown
Copyright2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
April 3, 2016 2.40 pm
Third Place
Contest: Anything Green-Limerick
Judged: 4/13/2016
Sponsor: Poetess Skat
Patchwork quilt, upon my bed.
Made with love, needle and thread.
Bits of fabric from worn out clothes,
cut into squares, to be sewn.
Hand stitched together, day by day.
In the evening, after dishes are put away.
An hour here and an hour there,
slowly transformed, with love and care.
My Great and Grand Mothers and my mom,
worked together, while singing songs.
Their pitch was off and no note was carried,
but that beautiful quilt sings of love and is cherished.
Paula Swanson
For the contest: Anything Handmade
sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Placement: 5th
There was a man named Paddy Maclean
Who resembled a fat runner bean.
With his mates he got drunk
Then brought up...and he stunk
Like a skunk who was dressed all in green.
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Contest: Anything Green
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed 3rd
TREE HOUSE
My
Idea
A simple
Tree house
Kids wanted it so
I built it, hand-made
Stone-base to avoid wet-rot
Lower level a stage for kids’ shows
Uprights were his football goal-posts
Imagined as the gun-deck of a pirate ship
Upper level the main deck for crew of pirates
Or an airy sleeping-house for nights camping out
Final top level for look-out over the sea, two miles away
Always adding new features: ladder up, rope fence, trapdoor
With hand-saw and hammer, no power tools. Becoming complicated
Always unfinished, summerwork only, too busy at the office to finish it
It became too elaborate, too complex: tree house to end all tree houses
In five years the tree grew bigger: original planks and branches out of alignment
Growing kids’ interests and needs fell out of alignment, waiting too long for the house
Kids were small when I started the house. When we finished it, it was too late for them.
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NOTE
Based on an actual tree-house I built for my three kids in the back garden of the house.
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Written by Sydney Peck for nette onclaud's Contest "ANYTHING HANDMADE"
Under a thatch of welded grasses
Beneath the sentry trees and singing birds
A seven decade muse sits on a naked earth
Drunk by the tunes of choir birds
Creativity invades her weary veins
As she strokes the grassy strips
Expertise emits from her ridged visage
Her keen eyes chant the incantation of creativity
While busy fingers turn imagination into reality
Crosswise strips respect their given orders
As they conjugate the lengthwise ones
The perfect union of strips delivers a woven basket
She smiled and picks another
Note: Zulu is a tribe in South Africa.
Their women are very skilled in weaving basket
Written by: Joseph Osita
For Nette's contest:” Anything handmade
Green Hops.
Green grasshopper on the shamrock,
Lands on lumpy lady fatty's frock,
Rollicking on Patrick's day,
Whole night she had planned to stay,
Stumbled badly in a squeaky shock.
Hubzy fumbled laughter in the hall,
Mini hopper dared to take a brawl,
Down lay fatso red in rage,
Hubby pretends not to gaze,
Bravo to the nymph,she got nature's call.
Contest:Anything green.
Sponsor:SKAT A.
4 April 2016
The Firmament of my Heaven
The work, the words
The worries, the wits
They are lazy today
They have been sleeping too long
In my body
In the broad way of my heart.
I think about you in the heavy traffic
I lay bare my desire
I search the bodies of
A vowel, a consonant, a simile
An oxymoron, a metaphor
To find a two-syllable title
I breathe in their mouths
With the thoughts I have in mind
I whisper into their ears
To hear the echoes of the words
To compose and feel the sound effect
With overflowing ideas in head
I touch the curved lips
To get you mold
Deep in the vault of your mouth
I feel you and hear you.
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March 10, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Based on Surrealism
Tenth Place Win
Contest: Anything Goes by Chris
View the contents of the poem on the following site:
http://writers-voice.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=1540 (I was interviewed by the site admin)