Best Erelong Poems
“no sweeter sounds of song in winter
than from the one you hold
close to your heart …”
Quote by ~ Poet
A Winter’s Song
Frozen beauty of cold, crisp, midwinter -
Landscape shines in magical diamond dust.
Ice crystals hanging break free to splinter
as winds do blow with a shivering gust -
blankets all in hues of snow white tipped crust.
Silky snowflakes enchantingly swirl, twirl
dancing to a symphony of birdsong.
Sounds of whistling warbles daily unfurl -
rich contralto melodies, that, so long
for warmer days erelong, in soulful song.
Iced wreaths of holly, red berries, glisten
as acoustic waves reflect off the ground.
Crisp crunch of snow, chilled breath, as I listen -
creaking trees, snapping twigs, of winter’s sound
punctuate the season’s rhythmic abound.
No sweeter song held more dear to my heart
than my true love’s angelic voice that drifts
across frosty tracks like sculptured, fine art.
A winter’s song of flamed love warms and lifts
my spirits as he sings me treasured gifts.
For someone special with all my love …
Categories:
erelong, love, winter,
Form:
Quintain (English)
So whimsical was that fine summer’s day,
Radiant one moment and dull the next.
So tenacious was that fine summer’s day,
The day spanned long, and the night watched, perplexed.
O here comes July, the height of summer,
Cicadas sing and young pink daisies dance.
Alas, cyclamens blossom and summer
Grows dumber; the sky’s tears fall in a trance.
Erelong, ere we know it, August creeps in,
A chill seeps through and the cold comes drifting.
Like a storm, a tempest, August sweeps in,
Summer packs up – wait, where are you going?
The summer meant naught to last, however,
The season turns; nothing lasts forever.
Categories:
erelong, analogy, youth,
Form:
Sonnet
Checking my life's schedule....
Within the peaceful serenity
On a calm and quiet Saturday afternoon ~
Traveling through the fire while as the embers stir
Further and further I go; closing my eyes
Amid this journey through timeless time
Smiling as I bring into clarity the years of old....
Stopping along the way and gathering glimpses
So vivid these precious lives that, my heart does hold
Blood of my blood and Soul of my Soul ~
Tranquillity aside the flowing waters gentle
Upon this erelong shore I stroll....
Pausing, to gaze beyound the horizon's
Brushed in beautiful; their visions; loved ones
Whispering softly within this soothing breeze
Images of dreams....
Majestic moments in a breath that breathe's
What was and what shall someday be ~
Checking my schedule as I smile into, their endless eyes
All that I have known and all that I have loved
Traveling through this fire as the embers burn....
Blood of my blood and Soul of my Soul ~
Promises painting a tomorrow and then, again, “You & Me
***********************************************
....`Forever Young.`”
Categories:
erelong, hope, life, love, fire,
Form:
Inspired by:
She Who Once Was the
Helmet Maker’s Beautiful Wife.
Sculpture by Auguste Rodin
nude glory, she of uncrannied pelt,
stroked by many, might not know
she’ll sit erelong on stone as
wrinkled bronze
waiting yet to be touched.
muscle melts from bone,
hair, once auburn-splashed on brow,
turns colorless now and dull. Who sees
the girl with rose wine cheeks, the
prime of a daughter turned old?
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
April 14, 2013
Categories:
erelong, art,
Form:
Free verse
1 Would you say that you’d like to write better?
2 Keep writing whether book or love letter.
3 Great writers don’t quit, they write quite a lot.
4 If tempted to stop they simply did not
5 The best of the best, I’d even dare say,
6 Wrote not a few that they just threw away.
7 When eyes of blank pages stare up at you
8 “Quitting makes perfect,” has never been true-
9 ly the more that you practice you’ll find
10 forsooth erelong you shall broaden your mind.
11 The pen is a sword of limitless might;
12 If something is wrong, words can make it write.
13 Words are like arrows that target the soul.
14 They twang, zip, then thump when shot with control;
15 Untrained words injure and never strike true.
16 So religiously write, routinely review
17 For words are the lamp, through darkness lighting.
18 So always, forever just keep right on writing.
8.28.18
Contest: A Litany of Poetic Devices
Sponsors Line Gauthier
Literary Devices by line:
1. rhetorical question
2. internal rhyme
3. consonance (t)
4. inversion
5. parallelism (and superlative)
6. litote
7. personification
8. antithesis
9. enjambment
10. archaism
11. metonymy and metaphor
12. pun (homonym)
13. simile
14. onomatopoeia
15. dissonance (via harsh consonants and uneven vowels)
16. alliteration
17. hyperbaton and metaphor
18. pleonasm
Categories:
erelong, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Couplet
Blessed art thou that believes, kneel before Thee
Morn and night our eynes unfolded on Thee
Lest we stagger or plop by the wile trap
To Thee we knock, drop the badger unwrapped
Creeds from thou embark, twitches of deeds shift
Habitus from wails and torment we drift
Hands of stone we glorify images
Images of beasts festoon above thy sages
Afore icons loss of might comes thy judgement
Erelong nay beliefs or mooncalfs will lament
Betwixt good and evil crumpets disport
Eke esurient gudgeons hence thirst and port
Orison, not purfles orts for prithee
Maugre poshes, naught comes higher than Thee
Categories:
erelong, god,
Form:
Sonnet
Semovedly thine voice shall have no echo to hear.
Inly there be only hollowness to see no distant.
Natheless hardy wind, thou shall be inconsistent.
Gradual flow upon thee, wilts bring many a tear.
Wellaway can be withered upwards into cheer.
Iwis my heart and thou will bloom constant.
Thole stint without thee voice, time is non-existent.
Hark thy sweet melody showers over my fear.
Courage of mine shall champion forthcoming tune.
Heavenly fairies shall dance for both our souls.
I shall cherish and marry in month of June.
My love will grant me all musical controls.
Erelong our passion will bloom as we swoon.
Singing with chimes enriches our passionate goals.
Categories:
erelong, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Dragon always needs to be entertained, or there’s trouble brewing, I Say!
So we got him an electric train set, for him and his penguins the other day.
But naturally, he had to sit in the middle of the track, not to mention his tail!
It kept constantly, knocking that train, plumb off its tracks, without fail!
And his penguins were way to big, to ride those cars that go clickety clack.
Yes, siree’, every time the train started up, another calamity, set him back!
Nobody likes Dragon when he’s frustrated, and Grandpa Troll, least of all!
So he picked up Dragon, by the scruff of his neck, and that’s not easy, atoll!
He said the idea we had was a sound one, but it didn’t fit his age and size.
So he plunked him into the old hay wagon and began to take him for a ride!
Erelong the trolls had laid a wooden track, to run the wagon on for a furlong.
Dragon was having such great fun, that he decided to pull his penguins along.
Our neighbor witch made Dragon a fancy harness with which to pull them all.
Yep, there was more bling, per square inch, on it, than to count before next fall!
Here, it’s Spring with her sun, my poetry friends, giving him energy to burn.
And he was so energized, that every kid on the block, got more than one turn.
Yep, the parents brought them in their Easter Best, as cameras started to roll.
A circular track made it more fun as they all burst into great children’s’ songs!
Now Dragon had everyone’s eyes on him… so he was the happiest of them all.
Even the Trolls got long rides, you know, those who built the track, you recall?
So today we were all winning and swimming in fun, because of Grandpa Troll.
My moral is: fancy gadgets, aren't always what we need, when we want to play.
A little imagination and moving around can sometimes be better, to save the day.
And some times Fun, with no competition can bring friendships closer, your way.
Categories:
erelong, childhood, fantasy, friendship, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of the Forgiving Betold
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2022 August 23
Categories:
erelong, anniversary, forgiveness,
Form:
Metrical Tale
I stand in the midst of swirling sand
of this arid and sun-ravaged land,
I hold in my hand a vibrant rose
From this harsh sun I shielded it close.
A solitary rose; yet how did it wilt
right in my hand that I feel guilt--
Oh God, did I embrace it too close?
Why was I not able to save my red rose,
Petal by petal it fell apart on the ground
breaking my heart asunder but nary a sound;
A measly flower-- is that all you see?
A whimsical notion, a foolhardy task of me!
I kissed this denuded stem with my undying love,
Damnation has befallen like a lightning from above
And the heavens stood by as my love lay dying
while I was weeping, while I was crying.
Thus let me this much to you all assure--
Never will I lay my hand on a thing so pure;
Yet, if all my lofty hopes dissipate erelong
I stand guilty I confess, I did do wrong.
I was a fool; it was but a frivolous scheme
A rose to bloom in wilderness was my dream!
(Inspired by “A Dream within a Dream” by Edgar Allan Poe)
Put Your Best Poe forward contest by Tommy Boy
Categories:
erelong, allegory, rose,
Form:
Rhyme
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of a Forgiving Challenge
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2019 September 23
Categories:
erelong, forgiveness,
Form:
Metrical Tale
I.
O Bacchanalia! O wild Mania,
be this crazed ecstasy the touch of God!?
To be transported bodes Arcadia:
but this sense—this awareness!—is too odd.
O manic shape! Touched attitude of thought!
This sudden, unlooked-for, deranged climax
of the mind inspires with enraptured thrill.
Calliope! thou hast me overwrought:
whence springs this manic grammar and syntax,
this wondrous expression which melts gloom's chill?
II.
Thou rhapsody! Thou monumental bliss!
What euphoria overwhelms the brain?
With eloquent Calliope's moist kiss,
thrilled ravishment uplifts the head's domain.
O Joy! Great, great Joy! Intense happiness,
with rapture mingled, revives the psyche
with grandiose delusion of the mind;
then glee that transcends efforts to express,
like preternatural Being whose frenzy
all at once overpowers, strikes me blind!
III.
Erelong is the psyche sorely distress'd,
as slowly is ruined the one diseased
by dire imbalance of the brain! Oppress'd,
and finding Mania now none appeased,
I wane with her then fading servitude;
for in her wake she leaves a deadly unrest
(that will perforce require the mortician).
For wretchedness of mind damns the unblest:
but o'er souls where with angels devils feud,
God can heal as the Divine Physician.
Categories:
erelong, god, happiness, joy, mental
Form:
Bio
Be not harried by apostasy spates
Surcease ye flux of basilic imprecations
Adhibit ye ,supernal paracletes
The pith of divinity
An Achates,
Vae victis
In this temporal realm
Chatoyant fanfaronade
Sursurrant congeries
Erelong abate
Shun the gaffer's gammon
Arcadian maundering
Avaunt kaleidoscopic zealotry
Bandy a cutlass perfervid
Ex aequo et bono
Beneficence's glaive bandies.
Preside atheling echt
In pharos of Nestor
Bestow succor to the augean Boeothians!
Malign them not--for now come the celestial shower
To halidom, shepard, solace and anele
Ye benighted churls
vocabulary- spate-flood; arcadian-rural/simple; echt-adj.-genuine; Nestor-the god of
wisdom; Achaetes-any faithful friend; chatoyant-possessing a changeable luster;
rein-v.-to curb or restrain; amative-amatory; anele-v.- to annoint; harry-to torment by
constant attack; perfervid-ardent/very fervid; ex aequo et bono-L.-according to the
principle of fairness and good; bandy-to beat to and fro; vae victic-L.-woe to the
vanquished; gammon-nonsense; gaffer- an old crone; flux-flow;
fanfaronade--n.-bragging/ostentation/bluster; congeries-heap; susurrant-adj-whispering;
basilic-lowly/base; pith-vigor/force/strength; supernal-celestial; imprecations-curses;
halidom-a holy place/holiness; Pallas Athena-Gr.goddess of wisdom; quotha-arch.-indeed!
Forsooth!; paracletes-someone who aids and supports; glaive-sword; pharos-lighthouse;
atheling-ancient crown prince; adhibit-to let in/admit; benighted-adj-overtaken by
darkness; bestead-to aid; anele-to annoint; contemn-v.-to view with contempt; solace-n.
comfort in sorrow
Categories:
erelong, song-
Form:
ABC
Categories:
erelong, passion, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Between the witching hour and saffron dawn,
When guileless hearts are peacefully asleep,
An evil prowls a wolf amidst the sheep,
With fangs as bloody daggers swithly drawn;
And erelong the warmth of blood shall spawn,
A frenzy thus unloosed from hellish keep,
While all the angels’ watch and soothly weep,
As souls are bled, until ungodly gone.
Awake I prithee, yon morrow blushes night;
While sun forestalls evil in its grave,
Prepare a holy arsenal to fight;
And double-glaze thine eyes with marbled sight;
Your dead, undead shall rise a vampires’ slave,
Then woe to hearts unsheathed eftsoons twilight.
Categories:
erelong, imaginationevil,
Form:
Sonnet