Best Dynamic Poems
Days of autumn enter late September,
Yearly glory in hues to remember.
Naked limbs cling to mem’ries of summer
As cool longer nights lead to sweet slumber.
Mountain tops catching the first drifts of snow
Inviting cold winds to valleys below.
Copious colors patch quilts beneath trees
And Nature endows a harvest to please.
Under horizons of soft orange skies
The gath'ring of pumpkins soon will arise.
Upon Halloween each carved funny face
Meets with delight as children thrill to place
New costumes on for the ‘trick or treat’ fun.
© Connie Marcum Wong
9-4-17 (rev.)
Acrostic Poem about Fall or Winter - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Janice Canerdy
baby chick stands out
not caring about one thought
from one club member
The strength is often of things
that's spoken
and word sound renews our hope.
There are direct relation to
paths that's taken
when we all heed what's discuss.
So, open your mind to a cosmic
connection,
communicating and being determine
there is where you will always endear
unique qualities of your yearning,
Transmitting symbiotically while
helping other to find there footing.
What hasn't, isn't necessary never to be.
What dwell on us most though,
are the regrets of our past; misdeeds.
Where opportunity floss and love lost
find us grieving our doubted abilities,
but, natural gifts not sparing hits
hold the place of not just an optimist;
in its rebirth a phoenix is more dynamic...
I stare at the creamy butter,
and remember your buttery words
I love you, I love you;
"don’t aye hear me
I said love you"
Saying I love you is like a ritual,
It has been repeated
Zillion of times from the lips of the ones
who fails to remember
That a ritual only works when you believe
in the dynamic of love
the creamy butter look so appealing
in comparison to your ritual,
your commitment
This looks so appealing with all flavors
You on the other hand lost your touch
Dynamic Duo
he was so professional she was so mean he was completely subservient to her
she was so unclean together they licked the platter clean when money ruled the
earth it seemed to be a certain fact that people are at lack to have a say when
money ruled the day the people suffered and cried bread some found in trash the
poor man cries his cries reminds me of inky flotsam and she was seldom seen
they rule the inner sanctum as they scream and scream they torture freedom and
hide the caviar underneath the cavernous pillow they munch on nothing much
they tweed they maw they fight the ignoramus they eat the bread of queen and
kingly night repast a fraction of the cost at last a brand new management to bring
ungodly gain a checkmark and a balancement the answer lies in forty paces forty
winks the desert beckons the cactus drinks the muck puddle lies with flies and
flying things to dissipate slowly now in winter grace as angels wing in air.
Dynamic Duo
The sea paints an ever-changing portrait of itself in water colors.
The images roll through your view finder or your eyes as you watch.
Sometimes it is glassy silky smooth, syrupy, reflective.
You get to paint the sky twice, once above, once reflected.
Else, the surface is rippled and dappled with wavelets, like fish scales
Then, with bigger waves the colors darken and the surface roughens to
resemble blue rocks strewn.
It's time to add flecks of white as wind flips the top off small waves,
breaking them.
The scene resembles a meadow with a dense flock of white butterflies on
migration flitting over the ruffling surface.
Now as the waves get bigger more texture and deeper blue hues are needed.
More white is squeezed to paint the white-caps and white horses prancing on rolling hills.
More skill is needs to show the depth of field for waves curling with tops flipped over and crashing down.
Now, as the storm builds and winds howl the sky darkens to menacing.
You now need to convey the rocking and rolling movement of the waves surging up and down, driving downwind purloined with foam.
Then, later, only the huge breaking waves in the foreground are visible, the distant view obscured.
The sky is menacing grey and black, the foreground frothy white with foam.
The painter now transforms from painting seascapes to painting wild waves, curling up, the surf tumbling down and surging spray and foam.
As dusk descends and darkness drops in, the sea packs up its paints and easel.
Time to rest and slumber on seabed, until dawn heralds a new day, a new seascape of marine art to paint.
So folks out there, come down in morn to the seashore, and watch the sea paint dynamic seascape self portraits.
Bring your paints and easel.
Join in. Its Free!
Systematic life will lead to success
Certain rules we must strictly follow
Proper discipline, we must possess
Real enthusiasm must finely flow
Cheerful approach leads to joy
Perfect planning brings progress
Our skill, we must wisely deploy
Our efforts must be damn vigorous
We must utilize every opportunity
Taking best efforts with confidence
By functioning with real creativity
We must pray to the Providence
We must not remain lethargic
All possible steps, we must take
To laziness, we must be allergic
Honest attempts, we must make
A hard-worker will ultimately win
As his success is by God assured
Now itself if one decides to begin
All setbacks will be superbly cured.
Doctor Mcklosky for speaking of truth, mic muted by a judge?
Who sides with un-sooth? Not a doctor to refute her.?? I
Must take it in ( yet a minion of saturn ) in robes black as sin.' Taking no heed of (one hundred thousand dr's more)
Has denied Derry's people by applying un-law full of false
Gravitas is this person no doubt!! Ensconsed in affluence
With a hard dirty snout, immersed in the trough now thats
My (take away) can you beleive how far lifes fallen? Yet
Let Derry's people have last say.!
A breath of fresh air,
On the darkest of days.
My better half,
When I’m not strong,
To be good enough.
My sanity,
My silver lining.
The person to fill me
With cheesy clichés,
And a stupid grin.
Life’s not easy and
Not even close to being fair,
But having that crazy redhead
As my very best friend…
Well, let’s just say
I’ll have smiles to
Last an entire lifetime
a dynamic parphrase translation of Apollinaire I'll Pleut
It rains voices
of women
fallen from memory:
in you also o raindrops,
rains
the crucial events
of my life.
And these clouds
thunder aloud
a world
with a host of voices.
Hear,it rains
of regret and contempt
weeping
their well-worn tunes,
hear,those falling shackles
that imprison
you head to toe.
You may listen to my YouTube clip of this translation under my pen name ichthyschiro featuring me voice in English and my youngest granddaughter in French @ https://m.youtube.com/watch?t=8s&v=73aTfJS20hk
oh the memories we've shared
laughter and tears, sadness and smiles
together through the good times and bad
side by side, we walked the miles
always a shoulder to lean on
never letting go of the bond we share
known far and wade as the dynamic duo
we were quite a lovely pair
no matter where life takes us
we will remember who was there
all of our lives spent together
we handle our friendship with care
Ubiquitous sun
consuming through icy shadows
amidst winter chorus
Delphic paean on elysian winds
lustral chorales in
amber chronicles
Slowly sung, it's a lullaby of dreams
with moonlight charms
lulling you to sleep
I need to remember this night
the light we ignite within
shedding our sin
We soar boldly into silky shards
my ankles wobble, and I sway
Meekness left me speechless.
maintain moss's fear of tinkering
eroded by wear and tear
like a battered victory.
reaching out to the darkness
can the night swallow me?
hiding tinges of mellifluous tones.
In the rustle of leaves
hides a melody,
soulful as a barren call.
radiates an indomitable spirit
fears and quandaries cloud firm-level
in a shroud of myopia.
because rivers can't be crossed twice
switch to callow intrigue
tea is a lone integer in a ripening world.
Written: January 30, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1178 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Experience and innocence join hands,
enabling us to tread through shifting sands
and not be jaded by life’s hard demands.
As innocence may cause a hurtful fall,
experience, in time, dilutes the gall,
preparing us to once again stand
Silently
The words found some movement
Yet none
Attended
Filling the emptiness
Piercing
Through
The crowd out of sight
Striking
The wall
Right beneath the hall
They crumbled
Few mumbled
Surprised
The earth began to move
At last
The hope had been reinstated
Smile’s brought upon
Not by the day saver
But by the destroyer
Of the static world
Dynamic Re: Flexion Within The Restless Earth
Blame Neptune for unleashing
Indonesian tragic phenomena
just by his innocent wink
merely intended by regular
casual reminder
for Earthlings to think
seriously how (inhabited
linkedin chain of islands,)
yea kinda resembling a slink
key, within the ring of fire,
a large 40,000 km
(25,000 mi) horseshoe shape, -
Yukon also envision
a vague watery rink
encompassing basin of Pacific Ocean,
where e'en the subtlest plink
(no doubt unintentional), thus
absolutely necessary for inhabitants
to catch the latest
drift (albeit continental),
he gave forewarning
just days prior,
possibly relayed after
getting tipsy from overdrink,
hence warning not taken seriously,
where majority resident didst
a practical joke got played,
yet a coterie of attentive people
accoutered in faux mink
(dressed to the nines
fur a gala fete
also taken by surprise,
no one sensed
any sudden high jink
then the cleaners),
and really the entire
population sustained strong kinship
with (what they believed
tubby) reasonable god
(a carry over from Greco
Roman Times font size 12),
hence could never suspect,
he would hoodwink
boy (and girl), whar
they ever wrong, come
Friday, 28 September 2018
at 17:02h military time,
or 7:02 post meridiem
an earthquake measuring 7.4
on Richter magnitude scale
leaving Indonesian island
of Sulawesi in total ruins,
from said rat fink
and additionally webbed,
wide whirling countersink
triggered a massive tsunami
razing humongous chink
essentially wiping off the map
in an eye blink,
whereat his lordship
could not be reached,
thus survivors bethink
sum man tricks brought
water ship down,
ah buoy big boon
dog gull upon his head,
boot nonetheless coon
sitter ably less of Neptune!