Best Debut Poems
Little princess in satin shoes and dress
Curtain rises as she makes her debut,
Important attendees are me and you
She has been afraid of making a mess
Dancing across stage’s apron finesse,
To a rousing applause in ev'ry pew
Little princess in satin.
Tomorrow her troupe will be in the press
I’m certain she’ll receive a top review
She’s already got an award or two,
She continues to blossom, what progress!
Little princess in satin.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written October 12, 2022
Rondine - 10 syllables per line
checked by PS Syllable Counter
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Submitted to "Rousing Rondine" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Sir Leonard Hutton famous for cricket
Idolized him yet we played in the snicket
His bat willow three springs and all
Ours a joke no umpire to call
Yet did dream of 'Lords' having took a wicket.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
Répéter Depuis le Début
The Pink Studio, by Henri Matisse, 1911.
Perception fuses like melted rose quartz,
fuses on the lens of Matisse’s puzzled eyes
like the naiveté of childhood returned to age.
Melted images rose in two dimensions,
rose in repetition, mothering the pieces.
Quartz, genteel rosé, shown in transcendence,
fuses on the lens of Matisse’s puzzled eyes
on naysayers & followers, his morphosis reigns.
The stimulus silent, light’s effect returned, burned
lens now open to the madness of pattern, pieces
of left brain obliterated; right reinforced; art,
Matisse’s obsession oozed from his pores
puzzled synapses explored and explored,
eyes dry as a bone, from sleepless nights, sigh.
Like the naiveté of childhood returned to age,
the Madonna appears, or the muse Aphrodite reborn,
naiveté sexless tasted clean, pure, purged in white.
Of the patterns outside, he’d reproduce those within
childhood wide-eyed he approached & there he
returned again & again paying homage to the core,
to reiterate images in pieces of two dimensions
age left the left brain obliterated – reinforced the right.
Melted images rose in two dimensions.
Images, giving meaning to negative space,
rose ground beneath the pestle of repetition
in loops, sockets, knobs, holes, tabs, slots & keys
two halves male-female, left-right, up-down
dimensions all an idiocracy depicted his fright,
rose in repetition, mothering pieces,
in loops, sockets, knobs, holes, tabs, slots & keys
repetition reiterated, quartz ground beneath the pestle
mothering the pieces of two dimensions,
pieces of puzzles conjoining parts triangularly staged.
Quartz, genteel rosé, shown in transcendence.
Genteel, childlike, Matisse adored illumination, art
rose with repetition, a mothering of the pieces,
shown in the dance, in stance, in transfigured delight,
in loops, sockets, knobs, holes, tabs, slots & keys,
transcendence an illusion, of optics, of light.
First Published in Ekphrastic: writing and art on art and writing 2016
Although you've been crying
over failed dreams dying;
your heart is still trying
to start anew.
You let him walk away
to his utter dismay;
he's a phantom cliché
you'll not pursue.
Happiness was fleeting
now your heart is bleeding;
once he's caught cheating,
love can't redo.
Forever thoughts frighten:
anxieties heighten
and defenses tighten;
as tears ensue.
You feel you're all alone
confronting the unknown
within the Twilight Zone;
but that's not true.
Someday, you will restart
your search for a sweetheart;
and witness doubt depart
on Love's debut.
When Winter's grip eases,
Spring sends tepid breezes;
but water still freezes
and storms renew.
On hearing birds singing
and Easter bells ringing,
icicles stopped clinging;
and winds withdrew.
A snowman melts away
as Spring marks its doomsday;
and pools by the walkway
bid it adieu.
Amidst rivers flooding,
pussy willows budding
and prairie grouse thudding;
it's Spring's debut.
As the green leaves unfold,
it's a sight to behold
poised upon Spring's threshold;
life starts anew.
For this new
year's debut,
we turn to
next in queue,
twenty-two.
A blank slate
sure sounds great,
I can't wait
to ice skate
and lose weight.
(Mini-Monoverse)
01/03/2022
What's New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
I now appreciate greatly
The good I have seen lately
My joy is vibrant and youthful
And my word aims to be fruitful
Coming from the speech reserve
Going to every rightful deserve
Let me keep you lifted
With words sanctified and sifted
All for your reading pleasure
And for your memories' treasure
However near or far you are a friend
Our land's prudence must transcend
Let us all receive and multiply
All cordial sentiments with equal reply
For God's glory
And for our immaculate story
And we will see all we want to see
And be what we want to be
Inspirations come
When the pretty pixies hum
While humans succumb
fin - début
what human has created, sapien can asunder
it's not ours to keep forever defaulted
through ignorance, avarice, prideful blunder
it's only some created civilization after all
the neighborhood won't deny our urban renewal
the neighbors probably thought for a long time
but might think us uncaring, unmeaning or cruel
yet wish we'd "keep it down", maybe return to slime
maybe the lease is up, no longer to be penned
maybe the sheriff is here with papers to serve
maybe we're really - finally, at our wits end
with all of our crap piled on the universal curb
we've predicted for a long time now
some coming of some long overdue end
with pillared salt, conflagrating fires and
the certain demise of you and me, my friend
yet maybe this new task that we've found
that we stumbled over, can start tomorrow -
and help to insure that we're still around
to work it out, and get new path to follow
we've been balled up on this ball of dirt
we've been petty, bickering, trifling asses
but maybe we've got another chance to avert
certain disaster and redeem all of our masses
the cliff, the match, the fingered button
can recede to our memory of too close calls
if we silence our forked tongues of gluttony
and open our minds to beyond our own walls
in the company of strangers
in the company of stars
in incorporated company
to reclaim what lost, can now be ours
© Goode Guy 2012-12-12
high coup
haiku
Chomolungma's fame
sherpas' legendary strength-
beware the dead zone
The trilling birds are on the wing.
The blooms are lovely; skies are blue.
The breeze exudes a unique zing.
Springtime has made its grand debut.
The young and young-at-heart will sing
of love, and some will say “I do.”
It’s here—sweet, long-awaited spring.
The season’s grandeur, now pursue.
February 19, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Standard Contest 70
A hundred times too many,
I'd done it before.
Only thing is that :
I couldn't take any more.
I was always told that ,
"Pride comes before the fall."
I couldn't even go on .
Let alone stand tall so I could fall.
Now my destiny's linked to the stars,
But its not astronomical.
Unlike others:
I'm propelled forward by the pain and scars.
Long ago my life stopped being logical.
My outlook on life's no longer lackadaisical.
I was a child of light before,
But I got hit by wave after wave,
Of darkness !
While I stood on this shore.
That's when the idea flickered to life,
Then Died !
"It's time to join what's drowning me,"
"For sure"
I am now a fraction of what I was before.
It's not the true me...
Or so I was told
Human intuition told me,
"Make fire when it's cold"
So I enkindled dreams and ambition to drive me
To get rid of the me of old
Now I shuffle through the shadows .
I'm a shade-shrouded silhouette of my true being.
I don't know how I've pushed on this long,
As time tediously ticked on !
Ssip your
Shine
If you wanna
Don't let it
Be ah dirtyglass
Make you
Do things you
Don't wanna
Gulping cold ones
Down to fast
Sip the shine if
You wanna
Drink it
From a fluted glass
There is a thyme for
Everything
Opps for everyone
Don't act seasoned
When your weak as
Water
F*cling up
Acting dumb
When she's wild
And wants attention
Changing lyrics to
Your songs
Your feebled minded
Bickering
Will have everything
You do as wrong
Put the broom
Back in the corner
Shower and make the
Bed
She be out there fixing
Breakfast
Not listen to ah word
You said
Sip your whiskey with
Your coffee
Don't take that boot
Off the fence
Remember it ain't so
Complicated
Just remember who
Your with
Come down here
to this world that you fear
together we will dance with the darkness
Debut of a Butterfly
Winged adults lay eggs on leaves.
Larvae glued on leaf- lamina to thrive and survive.
Later Caterpillar crawls out.
Ugly black creature with thorny spikes all along.
Caterpillar grows rapid chewing foliage!
Pupa or chrysalis confined in cosy cocoon
went on metamorphosis.
.
What a surprise beyond surmise !
Skin of pupa splits exhibiting adult insect
. with folded wings yet wet
letting to dry up and getting strong.
Then flies off in air flapping, fluttering wings.
It is a free frolic beautiful butterfly.
starting flight for the rest of life.
No chewing but sucking nectar
from flowers.
06/04/22