Best Delia Poems
Golden rays filter through rustling red leaves
Oscillating fall colors to rhythms of evening
Amid sounds exotic as animals roam freely
Deep into wilderness, where rare birds sing,
Where trees groove merrily to musical winds,
Whirling, weaving motifs of autumnal glee;
While leisurely they stroll, exulting playfully,
Exchanging stolen looks of notions romantic,
Divulging, without words, secret love-missives
Lying dormant, yet simmering for some time,
Virgin passions strumming enamored minds
Revealing now openly, fervent beats of life.
“Oh! how I wish” she says, “to live in a cabin,
lingering timelessly, savoring realm pristine,
of blazing autumn prairies, burbling streams,
wandering to spring reveling your company;”
As moonlit vibes sparkle, love in bashful eyes,
Rejoicing first-ever kiss, blissful in paradise.
January 3, 2023
Placed 7th: Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing.
Based on quote 7 above.
Categories:
delia, autumn, nature,
Form:
Verse
A Palindrome Tale
I’ve got a tale to tell you of travel, love and lust
The travel, it was joyful, my love life was a bust
I met a girl in Tulsa, next day my diary read
A **** nixes sex in Tulsa; “Dammit, I’m mad” I said
So I went off to Europe to see the Mona Lisa
I thought it was in Italy; but as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
A Delia saw I was ailed; I’m a fool; aloof am I
When she offered me spaghetti, I said “I prefer pi”
And then I found Naomi – Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I? I can not lie. I headed back to home
And then I met this Madam; as mad as Adam, she
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live; God saw I was dog tired
Live not on evil they did say; Then my luck expired
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison where I dwelt
Ned, I am a maiden; not a banana baton had I felt
Mdailey 3/31/12
A **** nixes sex in Tulsa;
Dammit, I’m mad
as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
Delia saw I was ailed
I’m a fool; aloof am I
I prefer pi
Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I?
mad as Adam
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live
God saw I was dog
Live not on evil
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison
Ned, I am a maiden
not a banana baton
Categories:
delia, life, love, on writing
Form:
Rhyme
I was driving with my friend Delia in my brand new Honda Civic
It was noon and we were on our way to see my Auntie,
she’s my mum’s sister, we call her Evil Olive!
Suddenly I swerve to avoid something in the road and skid on some dumb mud -
Was it a cat I saw?
Won’t I panic in a pit now?
Sadly last year there were ten animals I slam in a net.
I was distraught; I don’t want to step on no pets.
Delia saw I was ailed, do you need a drink she asked?
“Rum… rum…” I murmur.
Silly me, I redden, I mustn’t drink and drive
Delia takes over the wheel and pulls up at Walmart’s tram law
We get the trolley passing the fruit and veg, no lemons, no melon.
Oh drat! mom had asked me to take some fruit to Auntie Olive
I’m a vegan, ew eat a ewe - eating meat; the thought is quite disgusting
I wonder when they are killed do geese see God?
I grab something for tea, Ya! Pizza zip pizazz! I pay.
Palindromes II Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
10/9/18
Categories:
delia, humorous, silly,
Form:
Free verse
I watched a while on a summer's day,
Above the field in which I lay:
The clouds take form and assume their place,
And in one I saw a face.
A face obscure and yet familiar.
What name that face? Twas sweet Delia!
For one brief moment I saw her peer;
I felt a subtle grayness near.
That shade of gray between dream and sleep,
When thoughts we think, but do not keep.
I watched a while and in conscious thought,
The elusive dream at last I caught.
Categories:
delia, imagination, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” ~ Delia Owens
When I was born, I clung to my mother,
A little light green being,
God made me so unlike any other,
I flap flutter unmoving,
Thousands of my brothers and sisters live
With me and my mom, all green,
Dancing and swaying with the breeze active,
We rustle, bustle umpteen,
During Autumn, my colour becomes red,
And I know my end is near,
Away from mom's clasp, I will soon be dead,
There's only one thing to cheer,
Now I can go where the wind wishes me,
I will try out my new wings,
All my life passed by, content on a tree,
Now I can explore few things,
Happy, I soar, away from my mom's shade,
Journeying on a new quest,
Fly and glide over the grass and the glade,
Floating, I find final rest.
2nd January 2023
Categories:
delia, autumn, flying,
Form:
Personification
"When your down and out you need some Joe Bonamassa."
Quote by _ Constance
His music is raunchy and moody, his voice raspy yet smooth. If I close my
eyes I am in a rundown bar in the middle of nowhere down and out on luck.
His name is Joe Leonard Bonamassa, an American born blues rock guitarist, singer and songwriter. Born in 1977, he grew up in Utica, New York, USA.
His parents Len and Delia were avid blues music fans and owned a music
store and this is where Joe got his love for guitars. He started playing guitar
at four years old. At twelve he was playing with B.B. King and has played
with many notable artists. He has fifteen solo albums, and eleven of them
have reached No.1 on the Billboard Blues Chart. He has been nominated for
three Grammy Awards. He has his own record label called Keeping Blues
Alive Records where he supports blues musicians and their music.
Something interesting about Joe is his vast collection of guitars and amps,
four hundred or more. Most are vintage. He has been buying them all his
life. A room in his home is called the Bona-seum ! He loves his Fender
Telecaster that he nicknamed Bludgeon. But, there is another rare and
valuable guitar that he uses in concerts, a 1958 Gibson, Flying V, he calls
Amos after the original owner Amos Arthur. I love this man, his music, his
message. He can play the blues for me anytime. He keeps his private life
private, I like that about him !
random lyrics from
Mind's Eye
Joe Bonamassa
help I'm going down
need someone
to slow the spiral down
reach up, dig deeper
I'm haunted by memories
you can'nt see
_____________________
May 07, 2023
Poetry/Bio/Joe Bonamassa - Blues Guitarist
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1545-662-07
All Rights Reservered, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Joe Bonamassa Inspiration
sponsor, Robert James Liquori, Judged 05/07/2023
First Place
Categories:
delia, blue, celebrity,
Form:
Bio
He was born to Joseph and Delia near Galway Bay,
He lived on a farm and there he would stay.
With Oliver, Kitty, Sean, Gertie and Annamae,
And with Maureen, Eugene, Eamon and PJ.
Two brothers died right after they were born,
But it was Vincent that died one fretful morn.
For Tony had heard the Banshee Wail,
If you're Irish you're sure to know the tale.
The years went by quickly and life was just dandy,
For Tony was strong and on the farm he was handy.
But his Auntie Annie called to say "I miss you dear",
Come to America sure there's nothing to fear.
You can hop on a boat as I once did,
You're growing up now and no longer a kid.
You'll no longer have to spend you're days plowing the land,
I will find you work at this hotel so grand.
Your brothers are here that's lucky for you,
And I'm working on Nan and Curley, too!
So off he went to spend the rest of his life,
And there he would meet his beautiful wife.
Together they have a lovely daughter and five fine sons,
They have several grand and great granddaughters and grandsons.
He would make you a pie for a good cup of tea,
Just make sure it didn't taste like "hare's pee".
He would tell stories that filled us all with delight,
Then played his accordion throughout the wee hours of night.
Throughout the years there's been laughter and tears,
But sadly we had to say goodbye after ninety-one years.
You were such a great man, Tony, we all know it's true,
We will miss you dearly and we will always love you.
Categories:
delia, missing you,
Form:
Rhyme
"Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly.
They take their time and wander on this
their only chance to soar.”
_by Delia Owens
Like golden leaves, we live our Autumn days-
cling to the limbs and branches of our life.
Enjoying still, the end of Summer's blaze
while living in the bliss of all that's rife.
When comes the time for Autumn's final day;
release, we must- accept next Winter's stage.
Before we fall, we fly and dance away
to frolic in life's air, deterring age.
We fly to places never seen before
and land on surfaces protected well-
then sore again- discover and explore.
As winds uplift- our fears of Winter, quell.
Yet, Winter brings a beauty all its own-
The time to glisten in fresh snow delight.
When we, as leaves, no longer can be blown-
rebirth in Spring will end dark Winter's night.
Categories:
delia, autumn, life, metaphor,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
In the Disney cartoon movie called Mulan...
Was a poignant scene if ever there was one...
There were wise loving words spoken from the heart...
From a father who read and understood his daughter's hurt....
After Mulan had failed miserably at her matchmaking ceremony. ..
She approached him for his forgiving love and sympathy...
Picking out a flower bud that's yet to bloom, the sage of a father he said...
The flower that blooms late is the rarest of them all...
That you assuredly are, Delia Arnold, you are a rare one...
Your 1 week of stupendous squash was the talk of the squash town...
As your incredible winning exploits surpassed expectations in all...
Like a late blossoming flower, you tenaciously presevered to beat all...
Those feats you achieved had grossly defied imagination...
Removing those worldly giants in women squash action......
Alison Waters, Annie Au and then Raneem El Weleily...
The last being World ranked ranked no.2 and with skills so silky..
Your inspired run of matches had ousted higher seeded players...
Till a petulant Nour Sherbini and Raneem did announce in twitter...
This ain't their tournament and they sounded slightly bitter...
Their parting shot was the ominous declaration that they'll back later..
Well done for a week of superlative squash performances...
Here's hoping in Malaysian squash you'll continue to blossom...
Hip, hip, hooray for Malaysia squash ladies. ...
Low Wee Wern and Nicol David, in your exalted company....
Roll out your welcome mat for here comes Delia Arnold for company...
Categories:
delia, appreciation, celebration, character, childhood,
Form:
Narrative
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).
Sheltered within my mother’s caring limbs
Through spring, summer, and autumn
I felt secure all through the changing seasons
Happy I was with my siblings
Playing, giggling, and whispering
But when I watch birds flying in the air
And the blue of the sky peeking through clouds
Instinctively I long to fly aloft
Into the enormity of a realm with no boundaries
I don’t know why I feel sometimes
Trapped in a jungle, so stuck and stranded
Pinned down in an awful fixation
Then I hunger to be a bird, spread my wings,
And ride upon the wind to join in an odyssey
Once when I announced my desire to my mother,
She said, “you are now mature enough
To free yourself from my sheltering clasp, so, I let you go”
Thus, from my caged existence, here I go
Slipping away from the cords that bind
Swaying and dancing on silvered wings
Jan.4.2023
~ Placed Second~
Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sara Kendrick
Categories:
delia, autumn, flying, longing,
Form:
Free verse
2015 British Open for Woman Squash will be best remembered for its semifinals...
As one where a qualifier player had a blistering run into the semifinals....
Unannounced, after 2 rounds of tough qualifying matches, came the unexpected..
World no.29 Delia Arnold from Malaysia, she came, she saw and she conquered..
Shoving aside higher ranked players without breaking her strides, form or look.....
Delia delivered, defied all predictions and topsy turvied the formbook...
Greatest of all her feats was when she went into court and stood toe to toe...
Against Raneem El Weleily, the sublime Egyptian player who was world number 2..
When the chips were down, Delia Arnold came alive, presevered and survived...
Against all odds, spectators were awed as the world no.29 stayed alive..
Delia Arnold world no.29 tenaciously outfought the sublime skills of Raneem..
Quicksilver speed, silky skills and immaculate courtcraft failed to save Raneem...
Next in her cross-sights was Carmille Serme of France, the world number 6...
Being world no.29, can Delia go one further and take out the world no.6....
Ardent squash enthusiasts held their breath when on the next day they fight...
Will the fairy tale run of Delia again run true after 4 days of dogged fights..
If you would like to know the outcome of how Delia perform the next day...
You'll have to check out yourself on the internet for the outcome of that fray..
.
Categories:
delia, inspirational, international, joy, sports,
Form:
Narrative
in 1122 I’ll fall to the ground for you
princess O princess of rosemary dew
you know it takes two
to tango fandango
Delia – heartbound; foundling born tired
forsaken vixen of dying light
a submarine ghost
a rose dale long closed
infidel lost little girl still admired
her royal affairs of turquoise red
flew into the newborn on a death bed
into the rabbit hole of paranoia
that’s chimerical, that’s flamboyant
how easy can dreams come to an end
it’s noontide of deathless urban decay
in a separation station of her heyday
Delia’s timorous, cold like iron
living the fate of Sharon Tate
feeling redundant, Delia is
a scarecrow of the nameless river
her russet hair like abbatoir cleaver
it’s been a folly,
infamy,
end of me
end of a saint, soon-to-be sinner
she was the girl that was ill
Delia of the lavender hill
travelling light year by light year
Delia of the metasphere
Categories:
delia, dream, imagery, surreal, word
Form:
Rhyme
7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).
Somberness into existence is not a tumble.
Earth's ever-changing season mumbles.
Longing, pining, and scouring to leap, a sense free.
To beat, rupture of the endometrium of worry.
Find out how to tour this aesthetical orb.
Whatever you might protect is potherb.
Each step will pay off; Earth seems endless.
Maintain in mind her charming prowess.
Without mild radiation, stars would be ablaze.
The sparkle of your eyes makes you in a daze.
Shine bright, we made you for this world.
The zeal of fate, separate yourself from the herd.
It soars, snows, splashes, and seeks shelter.
Grasping beyond, setting up a binding welter.
Fall leaves were reflected on the bright floor.
Is it confined to a life of pain, as to explore?
Will the fall petals retain the bitterness of the shrub?
Was it chopped from moisture roots and snubs?
Are you rebelling over harsh conditions outside?
Or maybe the mood wasn't truly steady inside.
I identify dry autumn leaves with a restless soul.
How are the parts pulled out of the whole?
During leisurely walks. Integrate, and create a flow.
Awareness of the paradox of infinite glow.
Written: December 24, 2022
Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Categories:
delia, analogy, autumn, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Let’s keep on learning* amidst reading glow
Kindled by wondrous interest to grow
Radiating wisdom along knowledge flow
To vanquish ignorance and folly’s blow.
Led by guiding light of truth’s Source aright
Let’s read God’s Word** for instructions so bright
Seeking to absorb divine news’ delight
So we can share love and grace with peace-might.
Expanding horizons, smiting doubt’s fear
Let’s advance, soaring toward changes’ steer
Reaching to impossibilities’ cheer
For development of functional gear.
Triumphant in fulfilling assigned roles
Let’s enjoy blessed life with learning goals
Blending ideas of different poles
Pulling others from vain deceits’ sinkholes.
(From Contest Sponsor: *8. She could read anything now, he said, and once you can read anything you can learn everything. It was up to her. “Nobody’s come close to filling their brains,” he said. “We’re all like giraffes not using their necks to reach the higher leaves.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 18: “White Canoe” (p. 131).
**2 Timothy 2:15 Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.
January 3, 2023
1st place, "Feel Free" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 1/6/2023.
Categories:
delia, blessing, christian, education, growth,
Form:
Didactic
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia.
Its solemn swaying into this world isn't a fall,
From the ever-season-shifting earth, it's a call;
Yearning, seeking, searching for liberty within,
Cut from the umbilical code of fear; to win;
Flying, floating, freezing, fizzing, fleeing, freeing,
To go beyond settled foundations, far-seeing...!
The autumn leaf though happy with the gaudy ground,
Does it stay on, as a household slave, freedom bound?
Crawling, creeping, moving, merrying, flying far;
Movement, like the time, the leaf says, has no time bar;
Sometimes slow; sometimes fast; sometimes in mild tempo,
Often, it moves in breeze-race-bustle-like fair flow...!
Does the autumn leaf feel anger against the tree,
That cut it from his sap-filled trunk and let it flee?
Is it disgusted at the grim weather around,
Or the zeitgeist, for his existence, not so sound?
Does it feel frightened of the thistly bristly thorns,
That would pierce its heart and would yearn to hear its mourns...?
The leaf has made the act of flying its mission,
To link with leaves of the same vision ignition;
Flying beyond all feelings of joy and sadness,
Puzzles and riddles and reach zeniths of gladness;
As it knows this would be the only given chance,
Before it reaches its psycho-physical trance...!
Isn't an autumn leaf like a thirsty human soul,
That has taken its flight from the absolute whole?
Moving, merging, shifting, stirring midst silent stroll,
Comprehending incomprehensible bliss pole!
Pushed, pulled, torn, flown, thrown into many a chuckhole,
Attains, ultimately, its unending sole goal...!
23 December 2022
Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Rhymes Checked in Rhyme Zone
Syllable Checked in How Many Syllables
Categories:
delia, autumn, nature,
Form:
Rhyme