Best Cu Poems
I've heard your whispers
in quiet moments
amongst the shedding trees of Autumn..
I walk alone our wooded path – listening
the air just as crisp as a bright-blushed Winesap
but my tears not as sweet – glistening
the wispy whispers haunting
taunting in their gentle tug
and I wonder; how easily the golden leaves let go..
with barely a breath of wind’s soft persuasion
they fall away from boughs
each descending like a fated swan
gliding circling fluttering to their end with a taffeta crinkle -
the crinkle reminiscent of a shy fire’s crackle
as they settle and nestle on the forest floor
I remember how we settled and nestled
on the rug before the fire’s supple tongues
home-made hard cider filled our mugs
made from untamed fruits
of wild trees
our flame untamed and wild too
when we were ginger-kissed
and the taste of your lips saturated mine
besotted with our nectar-like love
till satisfied cinders in the hearth serenely died..
I walk alone now with falling leaves
was it Fall who taught you how to let go so gracefully
while October’s wind trembled aspens like harp strings..?
I hear a thousand golden whispers of love
amongst the shedding trees of Autumn.
Susan Ashley
August 27, 2022
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: Brian Strand Contest No 1178
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Sponsor: Mark Toney
*Winesap: an American heirloom apple that ripens in October with a bright/dark red skin, a crisp texture, is aromatic and has a sweet-tart taste. Winesaps get their name due to their distinctive spicy wine-like flavor. Great for hard cider!
Photo: CU Denver News; 2020 Guide to Fall Foliage
Categories:
cu, autumn, beauty, death, i
Form:
Free verse
"We are moving fast towards an age where people will be lovers of self, lovers of
money, self-seeking. Self-gratifying, laying aside morality, spirituality, family
values, and God, for self-preservation, self-gratification, and a cheap thrill.
2 Timothy 3:1-5
Beautiful, Black, Precious, and Complicated
Nothing else like it has ever been fabricated because the recipe stated the
ingredients are outdated. And the original chef barely got credit when He made it.
So without sounding antiquated, let me tell you how I'm rated:
My Beauty is my quality that offers pleasure to the mind or senses. It gives me a
conspicuous essence to remonstrate the world's false pretenses. My temple
becomes a domineering visual aspect of grace, radiating a Saint's best quality
on a child-like face.
I'm Bold, Black, and Original of course. I stand with full force and demonstrate my
strength with no remorse. It's a color of authority and power as stylish and
timeless as an extraordinary and eloquent flower.
I am Precious, Gentle, Sweet, and Simple. I make all my flaws seem accidental.
A treasured soul that can't become nothing less than monumental. It only makes
sense that my ingredients are kept confidential.
Sophisticated and Complicated I remain, yet such a *****, audacious bird.
Professionally e-nun-ci-a-ting every word and ar-ti-cu-la-ting every verb. Inquiring
about uncanny intellect which remains unheard.
My aura and my persona suggests Royalty among most high. Promising me a
productive future and a thrill of a ride. So the next time you happen to stumble
across me, the child of a King, I prefer to be referred to as MISS QUEEN in your
dialect of linguistic strings.
Categories:
cu, faith, inspirational, life, me,
Form:
Free verse
PROFESSOR SILA, VICTOR SINCLAIR, AND ROCKY PATEL
were scheduled to visit ARTURO FUENTE at the DREW ESTATE in ASHTON.
However, the count of MONTE CRISTO stopped their trip at SAN MIGUEL
because of the possibilty of BROCATUS intercepting them and searching
them for PIRATE'S GOLD near the GRAYCLIFF off the ISLA DEL SOL.
He had the ROBUSTO to use a TORPEDO on their ship,
the PRESIDENTE CHURCHILL.
Their friend ALEC BRADLEY had heard of the plan while
speaking with DON PEPIN GARCIA as they were both seeking
VEGAS GOLD by playing BACCARAT. "AVE MARIA",
he cried..."what can we do but try to warn them."
However, they were already at sea, and the only way to reach
them was PERDOMO which was transmitted by DAVIDOFF
in a ROBUSTO BELICOSO manner. It took nearly 60 RINGS,
but he finally reached ROMEO Y JULIETA who then passed
their message via OLIVA on the PUROS INDIOS which
was sailing near CORONA.
He had been a member of the GURKHA brigade in WWII,
and given the CU-AVIAN, summoned his comrades
PADILLA, MACANUDO, and MADURO to help him stop
this attempt in the NUB. Using a DIESEL TORO, they
successfully sent a signal over the LA PERLA HABANA Mountains,
where DON RAFAEL stopped the DOMINICAN MADURO MELEE.
For the uneducated, all CAPS are names of Cigars, Cigar Companies,
or related to the industry.
Categories:
cu, fantasy, imagination, on writing
Form:
Free verse
' Talitha Cu'mi - - - Rise ! ... '
(Tal' i-tha cu' mi)
(An Ancient Arabic/Syrian Phrase)
(Mark 5: 41 / John 5: 28, 29 / John 6: 39 / John 10: 3-15, 27 / John 11: 23-27)
'Talitha Cumi ... Rise!'
Said The One Who Can Save All Lives
Talitha Cumi ... Rise!
Death's Cut Will Not Be Your Knife
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise! --
Talitha Cumi ... Rise!
From Your Bed & Your Good-Byes
Talitha Cumi ... Rise!
Hear My Voice & Recognize
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!
'Rise! From Upon Your Bed
Greet The Brightest Day Instead
Greet The Blessings On Your Head
The Blood of Life For You I Bled
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!' --
'Talitha Cumi ... Rise!'
Said My Beloved Lord Jesus Christ
'I Covered You In My Sacrifice
and You Praised Our GOD For That Price
-- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!' --
'Little One - Open Your Eyes
Loved Ones - Dry Your Eyes
'Cause Resurrection Ain't No Lie
Wake Up! ... and Walk Eternal Life!'
Tal i-tha cu' mi ... Rise!
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/26/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Examples of a Resurrection: The Spring Season, Butterflies from Cocoons,
A Buried Seed, A Healed Skin-Cut, A Revived Heart (and) A Human Being
(and the song above is how I felt after my Lumpectomy Surgery) Oh yeah!
MoonBee
Categories:
cu, bereavement, bible, christian, courage,
Form:
Free verse
Chistu uaglione 'nquiet che guard luntano e aspett...
sta c'ercan chella femmena sincera che tut
e pene fa frni: quanno a speranza nun s' trova;
bella uagliona, a chi staje asptann chesta sera?
T' poss fa' cumpagnia e ferma' a paura toia?
L'ammore amaro nun divent maje doce,
cchiu' zucchero s' mett, cchiu nun ha sapore!
L'ammore amaro nun divent maje doce...
quanno tut a tristezza rimane dint o' core!
Chistu uaglione 'nquiet aspet a nott pe' vede a luna,
e cammin pe cheste strade silenziose senz a paura;
chistu bel uaglione chiagne comme e sciur ro' mattin...
cercame, t' aspett cantand e suonand o' mandolin!
L'ammore amaro nun divent maje doce,
chello che voglio e' scennere da chesta croce
e cumincia' a vivr cu tant sole e ammore;
si staje vicin, famme s'nti sta' bella voce!
Translation:
This restless young man looks afar and waits;
what he wishes for is a sincere woman
who can take his misery away and ease all pain
when hope is not found on dark, silent roads;
beautiful girl, who are you waiting for tonight?
Could I keep you company to end your fright?
Bitter love can never turn sweet,
the more sugar you pour in your cup,
the more it loses its wonderful taste;
bitter love can never turn sweet...
when all bitterness shows up
and makes sweetness leave in haste!
This handsome guy waits for darkness and walking
on dark and silent streets, he seeks the dawn...
to cry like flowers towards bright morning;
sweetheart, I'll wait and sing and play the mandolin!
Bitter love can never turn sweet,
my wish is to stop this hopelessness
and start living with a lot of sun
and love whenever life lets me down!
Bitter love can never turn sweet...
all I like to hear is your voice of tenderness!
Written on 4/5/017
Categories:
cu, absence, addiction, death, feelings,
Form:
Lyric
Tonight’s Debate
Oyez, oyez six pm pacific time don’t be late!
to watch a ninety-minute presidential debate
Biden hyped up on Mountain Dew
vs the walrus who’s Cu cu ca choo
My choice MSNBC the only one I tolerate
Categories:
cu, history, humor, political,
Form:
Limerick
Behind the tinseled shamrocks you will see
There hides a profound history.
An island tale from the land so fair
So much deeper than a mug of green beer
Lilting words are charming, but burden is high,
And here’s a part of the why:
While sampling corned beef and cabbage
P’raps learn about the land Cromwell ravaged
Mighty Cu Chulainn, alas, an aeon late,
To spare fair Eireann this fate.
From waves of invaders the Celts did slay
Come the Red and Black Irish you see today
Through the religious apartheid,
Internecine hatred a mile wide.
And those who flew the great potato famine is why—
Got to read the signs: “Irish need not apply.”
So visit the Moors and castles, should you get a chance
Lift a glass, if you do, and learn the dance.
For despite the travails of this fair nation,
Some think we Irish saved civilization!
3/17/16
Categories:
cu, history, ireland, remember,
Form:
Couplet
It was a far cry for us to purchase a house
That too in the city like Atlanta
But desire prevailed upon limited income
The House-warming ceremony was on
A few relatives had come from nearby area
In response to our invitation.
My wife was showing the house
To a beautiful woman, one of our relative
And I was preoccupied with my work
Sitting in our loosely fenced enclosure.
“This is our kitchen,” my wife said
“Voguish” the woman said
“This is our bedroom”, my wife said
“Very cute” she said using another adjective
“This is our living room,” my wife said
“Oh, wonderful” Yet another adjective
As they came out where I was sitting.
“My husband” my wife said
“Very cu.cu.cu..” she said,
I came to her help, “ I am cu..cutting this…”
The woman knew, I taught English in a University
I think she wanted me to overheard
The random adjectives, she used in English.
Don’t ask me in which humour
My wife had been as the lady left.
While others going for the dinner
“Oh, only three bed-rooms”
“Kitchen is too small”
“How that rotund lady would manage?”
We harbored all the remarks
Till they faded away with the dinner.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Date 1-31-14
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Relatives by Judy Konos
Categories:
humorous, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Brothers and Sisters
Let us do as Jesus commanded:
Show the world that we are His disciples by
loving one another, loving our neighbors as ourselves,
doing unto others as we want
others to do unto us, forgiving those who have sinned against us,
praying for, doing good
for, and even loving our enemies
Next, let us unite in tearing down walls of misunderstanding
By building bridges to others in the Christian family.
Then, let us join together with adherents of other religions
tearing down walls of fear and suspicion
By building bridges of love to all members of
the human family until war is no more
and weapons of war have been recycled into
implements of agriculture
The whole human family will therefore be able to
blend our voices in the words of the late-great civil-rights leader,
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., “Free at last,
Free at last. Thank God almighty,
we are free at last!”
CU is not dangerous
doctrine—a license to sin
but the most literally the truth of the Christian Faith!
Rev. Dr, Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2015
Categories:
cu, bible, faith, family, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
We never had a gap year when I attended school
Now when I meet those that did, I feel such a fool
While I rushed to get my grades and a job of work
Others lay in bed till noon studying the art of shirk
That must be the reason why in the present day
I seem not to understand a word that the kids say
Like kool and awesome omg laters and cu
Who is Vivienne Westwood or bloody Jimmy Choo
Is Armani Junior child of Monnalisa and Ralph Lauren
What do I say when I’m asked if I come here Ofn
I’m told I have an ata2ud and that I dhac
They say that I’m 404 to goi and that they won’t bcnu
I’m told to go and gal not to be a pita
I just can’t seem to understand a single word they say
There seems no sense no reason to all those words I hear
Would I comprehend or understand if I’d had that gap year
TEXTSPEAK ( Translation)
We never had a gap year when I attended school
Now when I meet those that did, I feel such a fool
While I rushed to get my grades and a job of work
Others lay in bed till noon studying the art of shirk
That must be the reason why in the present day
I seem not to understand a word that the kids say
Like cool and awesome oh my God see you later and see you
Who is Vivienne Westwood or bloody Jimmy Choo
Is Armani Junior child of Monnalisa and Ralph Lauren
What do I say when I’m asked if I come here often
I’m told I have an attitude and that I don’t have a clue
That I’m clueless, to get over it and that they be seeing you
I’m told to go and get a life not to be a pain in the ass
I just can’t seem to understand a single word they say
There seems no sense no reason to all those words I hear
Would I comprehend or understand if I’d had that gap year
Categories:
cu, confusionwords, art, art, child,
Form:
To My Beautiful Daughter
Ella "Rose"
Shape Poem
pretty I love baby
bro ella
wn my ro
* hair al se
* * big ways to
* * * doe mine eter
* * * * eyes be nity mag
* * forever ni
* * my and ever fi
* * girl perfect ce
* luv skin ella luv nt
* * her love pri my
* * al to ncess
* ways day sun
* * * miss her mine
cu lovely
te amazing
butt funny
smart
Categories:
cu, beautiful, child, daughter, friendship,
Form:
Shape
1
Yes, I miss the roosters,
like Gabriel's Horn calling me home,
Summer mornings 4:00;
Crayon Chickens
drawing everywhere there was dirt,
cackling, quarreling,
Cu-cu-ling those weird worrying uh-ohs
when the hawks circled,
Fleeing for the coops or the trees;
Categories:
cu, appreciation, bird, life, remember,
Form:
Free verse
Being on time
Almost on time
All my life
Always strife
Making ex cu u ses
Why I am late
Thinking it's stu u pid
When they all wait
Eat the food while it's hot
Please eat the food while it's hot.
(Silent Night)
Categories:
cu, family, food, funnyfood,
Form:
Rhyme
@SO from #sh0w3r:
DM me from tower
I bring @Bob
do not #FF, you snob
and do not RT!
cu@8 @ur place.
U tweep, luv ur face,
xoxo
***
March 19, 2017
11th in contest: Tweetable
Sponsor: scott thirtyseven
Categories:
cu, funny, giggle, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Nobel autumn.
Rustling winds expose your frame,
To cold, damp and dreaded name.
Wind scars slash at dying summer,
Rain re-echo’s the little drummer.
Middle aged gnarled to aching spur,
Boorish zephyr chills a dreaded allure.
Stooped, naked, shamed to despair,
You gather your strength. Send a flare.
Of gold, ochre, saffron flames of red,
A last stand, against the gelid dread.
As Cu Chulainn fought to the bitter end,
You flicker gleam my autumn friend.
S.de B© 2012.
Categories:
cu, autumn, autumn,
Form:
Couplet