Best Enshrining Poems
In a valley where our hands etched the moon
Through luster of nightfall’s October veil;
We shared confidences through hazed monsoon
As I rambled on, keeping each detail
Of common views…angels, books, a jazz tune
While a serenade for two charmed night’s grail,
Igniting warmth with his presence everyday…
Slowly, we knew this was destiny’s way.
Through persistent journeys, time clasped one spark
Enshrining three years graced by light above,
A pledge to remain steadfast, to embark
On endless devotion crowned by flamed love.
Again, he offered eternity’s mark,
That would seal our vow like heaven’s white dove
And my moist eyes glistened just like before,
“Dear one, fate shall lead us to evermore.”
Love Story Contest For Silent One
Form of Rhyme: Ottava Rima
Re-submitted 11/3/2017
Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
Like sentinels -stone-fixed to the ground.
The wind like a shroud wraps around them,
Enshrining each space where they're found.
Stone guardians stand at attention,
Into the distance -row after row.
O' mourn those hallowed internments,
Where our heroes are resting below.
Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
With their numbers increasing with years.
And graves that are drenched by the weeping,
Will never run dry of our tears.
Now the soil is the dead's lonely blanket,
Below - and everlasting - at rest.
Those keepers -yes -all those white crosses,
Announcing -'Here lie the Best of the Best.'
Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
All those warriors were yields of our lives.
And the harvest of what all wars cost us,
Are plowed under and nothing survives.
There is green lawn laid like a carpet,
That covers our heroes repose.
Outstreched are the arms of the crosses,
In a garden where nothing else grows.
Cloaked in beige, the park awaits new dusk-time
and there again owlets will start to chime,
through gentle rain, silence lays all around
while leaves russet glide unto Autumn’s ground
as maples hide their flesh in lean display
where twigs imbed the gangly stems like hay
to shred reams of petals, a torn bouquet.
Yet a wooden bench glows , scenting deep night
As love bestows an oath of fate’s delight;
in September’s innate grace, one kiss, two hops
enshrining wrapped embrace through clear dewdrops
while Fall’s bench cradles woven dreams with finesse,
a season of devotion, of stars that bless
this fond appeal to grasp eternity
into all cycle’s reels, evermore free.
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Isaiah Zerbst’s Interlocking Rhyme Contest
By nette onclaud 1/25/2015
He turns away from me to say goodbye
Quivering not, I felt a pinch...so damn alone
While the night raven screeches up high
As crystal tears bleed of why, down the bones.
Somehow, a dove climbs on my lap, to show
How the moon rises as new flowers glide;
While Heaven awaits starlight's afterglow
Enshrining this moment where peace abides.
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Gail Doyle's Finding God Contest
8/7/2014
Now that the leaves turn amber brown,
Memories gather to unfold
On life's journey, its seasons’ crown;
As tomorrow rides … warmly bold.
Memories gather to unfold
When deep patience bestows time's flare
As tomorrow rides … warmly bold,
To nourish joy beyond compare.
When deep patience bestows time's flare
Enshrining brave moments …aflame,
To nourish joy beyond compare
With prayers of faith in love’s name.
Enshrining brave moments …aflame,
On life's journey, its seasons’ crown;
With prayers of faith in love’s name,
Now that the leaves turn amber brown.
Contest: What Will Tomorrow Bring
Sponsored by Eve Roper 6/24/2017
Elder jays roam the tainted winds in herds,
Alighting upstream like most holy birds
Into the threshold of an inky night,
And journey forth with brave rafters, onwards
For lofty a view, their sweet rest’s delight.
Although clouds withdraw from a hued backdrop
This avian route, dismal, nary a flop
Under bloodstained gust surviving a dodge;
Before piteous age taints life , non-stop
With hopes to reach their own destiny’s lodge.
Yet, the valiant flock abandons a cry
Invoking hymns droning a lullaby
Through morn hours, the conception of new birth
Sends angel wings on gates of heaven’s sky…
Enshrining old jays’ flight with endless mirth!
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Rhyme Time With 5 Contest: For Laura Loo
10/6/2017
Checked via howmanysyllables.com, rhymezone.com
It is time to celebrate our nation centenary
Rebels for our nation we weren't born
Enshrining our visions for a united land
Leaving a legacy for each and every citizen
Accept this gift of freedom that was fought
Never forget that in our nation darkest hour
Deep within us let us be proud of being Irish
as trickles hum to glossy oaks and skies---
come waltz me in the symphony of rain
enshrining charms adored .... though moon decries
love gone: just let night’s movement whirl again.
Taken from the poem 'Final Dance'
The season’s fest imbues a bliss
As the grove blooms in morning’s kiss;
Where dainty festoons are aglow
Through springtime’s reign, young couples flow
Along bright paths, they reminisce.
The wind blows with scent of flowers
A lyre's music thrilling the hours
When gents kindle bold courtship's fire,
And lilies flaunt their gold attire
To charm pairs dancing in wonder.
Sweet talk and laughter fill the air
Oh gaiety rises everywhere,
Heady as tulips and wreaths unfurl
While ladies tiptoe like bough's curl;
On the first day of May’s affair.
Dusk slowly wafts to end the sighs
From misty lanes, dewdrops arise;
Hands on petals begin to rest
Enshrining time’s grace at its behest,
Till morrow comes for a new surprise!
as trickles hum to glossy oaks and skies---
come waltz me in the symphony of rain
enshrining charms adored .... though moon decries
love gone: just let night’s movement whirl again.
in love’s tempo as beats far roll to sigh
of final dance-steps drenching our goodbye.
Contest: A Rhyme In 60 for Laura Loo 1/25/2017
Checked with howmanysyllables
and pure-rhyme counter
And the cemetery was littered with debris
While I paced the graveyards in crushed marble,
That seraphic figures draped the woeful air
Enshrining those long gone…names forgotten
By time’s entombment of a shrunken past
As black roses moved with the cold, cold wind.
From this moment, a heavy silence tugs me;
I kneel down and cry, sighing they find peace
As broken wings perch on my shoulders
That my hands fold in deepened appeal,
Requesting the guardians of life
To teach me stillness when the last twilight
Comes, till the gasp of arriving and leaving
Lays me to rest , tranquil and sweet
With burst of petals along my cemetery;
Knowing not if I have ever lived
In the fullness of love…or fallen from grace.
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For the Contest:Any Poem You Ever Penned
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Posted 5/20/2016 ... Not entered in any contest
As streak of evening wanes on treetops
I flit away to guard man’s dwellings;
My calm eyes watching a hollowed time
Evanescing gradually into the night:
White- feathered tip carries an olive branch
Sprinkled with dew of hope, of repose
While petals drop their silhouettes
Against the hours’ afterglow.
This mystic presence stirs me high,
Like a Holy Spirit’s godly behest
When nothing but the grace of calm
Descends through heaven’s nest…
Till my wings glimmer to imbue light
Enshrining man inner peace and sway,
As dawn greets my evensong
To celebrate a new day, ever reborn.
Contest: Poetry In An Animal's View
2/8/2017
Heart of the family when special moments are shared
Offering a warm welcome after a hectic day at work
Meaning a blissful haven to find peace and comfort
Enjoying each moment of your life with happiness
Smiling when you remember an anecdote from relatives
While you are celebrating festivities with your family
Entertaining with the late night movies and shows
Elating by hours with fun and great amusement
Transporting your mind to the days when you were a kid
Hearthy food is prepared in the kitchen with a touch of love
Obtaining the satisfaction that your dear ones are well attended
Molding a bond so strong that persists for a lifetime
Enshrining for the next generations through the years
Home Sweet Home Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Fifth Place
February 3, 2016
This intricate landscape reflects a late autumnal view.
Fragile, it collects a basin of pale leaves and scattered flowers
Enshrining a dome for harvest moon’s arrival
Sijo In A Temple Contest
Rhoma Em---- 7 May 2014
The essence of wit is brevity
which interestingly evinces chivalry
delivered verdict to hex hoar size
(once and for all) president
dons mantle of deviltry
and trumps constitutional credo
defining American elementary
particular edicts denoting, enshrining,
framing, grand honorable inalienable rights
when foolhardy lobbyists prevail
evicting execrable“enemy”
i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal)
which subsequently might help
timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones
in opposition against rabidly power hungry,
misogynistic courting among the body politik
fostering future feverish fortuity,
toward risking life and limb sans
Uncle Sam selfless gratuity
(especially as Benjamin Button syndrome –
reverses aging process
acquired thru heredity
gets in full swing) stamping mindset
nonestablishmentarian identity
with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy
permission to go ahead with jocularity
from a superstar coach named Kennedy
thereby garnering homespun liberty
where icon bank on direct
laudable, linkedin longevity
with unrolled Scottish grandeur
(Pomp and Circumstance broadcast)
synchronized with precise
unrolled welcome mat
yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree
as curtain call doth close toward
final decade of mortality
yet dismiss bing hash-tagged
a scofflaw at any opportunity
especially if legislated mandate
earmarked as priority
in tandem with the key quality
apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity
as the hands of father time
spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward
away from present day turbidity
increasing revanchism uber victory.