Best Gwendolyn Poems
Tears of joy streak down
My dust covered face
As I just wandered by and witnessed
The utmost glorious grace
Just three days ago
I watched them crucify
The son of God himself
The man called Jesus Christ
They poked him with their spears
Wet his tongue with a vinegar sponge
Nailed him to a tree
And taunted “you’re not God’s son.”
He hung there ‘til he died
From his side water did drop
They buried him in a tomb
Where today I had to stop
Past three days the door was covered
A large stone placed there that day
But, today as I walked by
An angel rolled it away
He had kept his promise
Only 3 days would he lay dead
To forgive us all our sins
And, I believed in what he said
He glided out of the tomb
As if floating in the air
“Do not be afraid” he said,
With gentle love, and care
He represents new life
And all the wounds he can heal
Is Easter day your resurrection?
Can Jesus Christ be your shield?
I weep to think of the pain
He endured for you and me
So he could take away our sins
And one day, set us free!
By: Miranda Lambert
For: Gwendolyn Rixs’ contest: What easter means to me
Written: 03/21/2011
Myself
All that I am
I could dye my hair to please you
Yet I won't
A little mascara might
Make me attractive
Although the value of my gift
Cannot be measured in wrappings
I will not sing For you
But create a harmony and hope for consonance
And I will dance With you
To the melody of our song
Accept
All that I am
I could paint you as my knight in armor
But fantasies vanish with sunrise
We could play together
Yet games must end
And the unity of the game
Will dissolve
Leaving you
And me
All that we are
And acceptance of each
Written by Carolyn Devonshire
Carolyn Devonshire-Who is she?
A great author,a widower who loved her husband so much,and a daughter who loved her father just as much.She is one of my closests friends,can easily be called family...and so lucky I am to have met her.Carolyn was one of the first soupers who always left me a comment of encouragement when i first started writing here.Our friendship grew stronger through time and so our love for poetry.
Why do i love this poem so much?
This poem from Carolyn's first book 'Visions of Devonshire'definitely speaks to my soul.
The value of who we are,isn't about how we appear to be,it isn't about making ourselves perfect,nicer,It isn't about changing our identity..Its about being who we really are.
Carolyn's gift cannot be measured in wrappings'..Its her inner beauty which makes her shine.Her friendship ,love and loyalty to others is what makes her so special.
Its not all about the outer beauty of oneself,but what is on our inside which
really makes us who we are.
The knight in shining armor,the Fantasy,the dream might vanish with sunrise,
the game will end too,leaving all that was in yesterday behind,but finding who we
are once again,and accepting each other for who we were and always will be.
Thankyou Carolyn for this poem,
Your gift lies within you.. It cannot be measured in wrappings..So true!
and the biggest thankyou is sent your way today for just being you..
Dear Gwendolyn..thanks for the brilliant idea.... Big hugs... Charma
SOUP SAFARI
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here I am in NYC...packing after a safari –theme night party
with Soup members two nights ago, filled with awed revelry.
shrieks whistling on linked arms during a photo shoot,
as live cheers of Constance and Andrea went “ whoot!”
while Debbie and Michael hosted “Tag, you’re ‘It’ “games
bringing Nikko and Sara to compete in spelling members’ names…
I still remember Robert H. reciting his comic spiels, what a blast!
our jaws locked from clapping at Dr. Ram’s impromptu dance act,
till Kashinath segued into a sitar rap in his flashy jungle attire
prompting Linda to donate PM prizes, much to our hearts’ desire.
on our table, an exciting blend of brew amped repartee’s pitches
amused by Brian fleshing parts of short forms without glitches,
enter wacky Sydney applying geographic values to long verse usage
with footnotes on how worlds expand over time from poetic vantage,
oh, how Gwen sparkled with pleasantries as cups of jokes poured
most memorable of all, the warm personal shares of soupers' world
that drew us closer as real people with scraps here and there
recalling red-cherry days and funny bloopers’ wear and tear…
and as I leave from 8th street hailing a taxi to catch a plane,
notes and album tugged this heart, anticipating next gang’s chain.
copyright
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DEDICATED TO P.D: get well soon and take your daily dose your soup!
*notes: with admiration for soup members included herein... all in the
name of pure fun!
* Gwendolyn Rix, Brian Strand, Sydney Peck, Myself
* For Michael Falotico’s Table for Four/ P.D Soup Contest
* by nette onclaud
Murder at the Prom
Frankie Lyman shrilled his falsetto.
Gwendolyn Gould danced in stilettos.
So callously smothered,
they never recovered.
Poor little piggies, scrunched little toes.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 11, 2012
. Donkey Kong country
Entertainment for me
I love to see Kong shoot
Out of the barrel so free
Searching for Diddy, hoot
And bananas in a tree
bananas give life; Coconuts
Kill; avoid the armadillo's kill
Find Diddy increase odds
Find a secret passage fill
Up the store house with
Monkey loot. Stay up hill.
Donkey Kong Country
Ride a rhino for strength
For Gwendolyn R. contest
Shape poem
There was a model, a pretty young lass,
She had an attitude ; was full of sass,
Whenever she would sneeze,
Her stomach would squeeze,
And inevitably she would pass gas.
One night she modeled in her very best
And ate prunes and dates as a guest,
On stage she strutted her stuff
And you guessed it sure enough,
She sneezed and had to change her dress.
Her husband’s name was Billy Mcfeeny
Considered by her to be a meany
He told her don’t be so sad,
It’s not really that bad
You could have been wearing a bikini !
Written for:
helping Gwendolyn giggle “ sneezing limerick contest”
Cacao, strawberry;
Neapolitan ice cream?
Yea, add vanilla.
*Poet Destroyer~A's 'Neapolitan Ice Cream'
contest entry to honor Gwendolyn Rix.
Flibbety Shibbety
Gwendolyn Geritrude
Blackened the windows with
curtains so plain.
Neighborly aesthetic
peri-precautiously
people all decided
she was insane.
Robert Dixon
My attempt at Double Dactyl.
Let me know what you think.
Constructively.
The greatest blessings of her life
Her children ~ their life
She ~ a young mother
Blessed with two
A miracle ~ twin boys
This is true!
Unafraid! Though
Both body and mind were bruised
Eyes big and BLACK
Her love and womb grew
At first KICK
She stumbled ~ her body recovered
At first KICK
She knew ~ God’s blessing she discovered
A miracle the abuse
Did not end
A miracle her dreams
Are in God’s hands…
Lay
**For Gwendolyn Rix "Mom, I'm Pregnant" Contest
"A study conducted by “Children Now” in 1995 saw that a full 89 percent of teens
have been in dating relationships and a whopping 40 percent of all teenagers know
someone their age that was beaten or abused by a boyfriend in a relationship. This is
a serious problem that every parent needs to watch out for to ensure the health and
safety of their children. Another study, conducted by Silverman, Raj, Mucci and
Hathaway in 2001 showed that young women who were in relationships that involved
violence were more likely to abuse substances, develop eating disorders, conduct
risky sexual behaviors, get pregnant, and even commit suicide."
http://teenagepregnancytips.com/statistics-on-teenage-relationships/
Buttery mashed potatoes
and home-style stuffing
which cradle creamy gravy.
Turkey, move over.
Side dishes
RULE!
And I am thankful for contests like this one
that lets me talk about food, wonderful, food!
For "Fellow Poets~Gather for a Thanksgiving Dinner~ Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Gwendolyn Rix and Mr. Tony Lane
Tacos are fine when wrapped tight
top with all the extras
onions, lettuce and some cheese
served with love
It is the kind of snack
I want to
taste!
cory long
fast food contest " Gwendolyn Rix
4-28-2011
this is my first epulaeryu
An exotic little girl in an illuminating white gown,
is curled gazing into a brook at her own reflection.
Far from prying eyes of her birth town,
She listens to the magical mythical water for guidance and direction!
This tiny little clearing is her own private place.
The strong smell of jasmine comes from thousands of flowers.
The stream is so clear she can see every detail of her angelic face;
And though a myth, in this tiny haven she'll spend countless hours.
Here among the suns' rays surrounded by beauty so pure;
She spends most of her days crouched by the magical waters waiting for a cure!
Studying the sing-song conversation of the magical waters from her reflection.
Deep in her body she feels the vibration, and she begins to mend back into
perfection!
She feels the sun upon her pale skin,
and knows this is a place of enchanting lore.
This magical mythical haven has made her believe again,
and back through the clear water she enters the forgotten door!
*Note: A combination of rhyme and couplet so I'm putting form as rhyme
For Deborah Guzzi's "Myth" contest
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She rocks like Tina
She rolls like Donna
She entertains like Diana
She cures like Maria
She paints like Edmonia
She kicks like Mia
She runs like Wilma
She throws like Lisa
She boxes like Laila
She dances like Anna
She skates like Surya
She invents like Patricia
She revolts like Angela
She influences like Condoleezza
She paints like Edmonia
She smiles like Mona Lisa
She loves like a mother
She protects like a tiger
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like momma.
Dear readers, you can add more
A natural woman is never poor
Please, beloved friends, be kind
To come up with more in your mind
She tumbles like Simone
She philosophizes like Simone
She quilts like Betsy
She laughs like Whoopi
She jokes like Leslie
She sings like Marie
She speed skates like Maame
She flies like Mae
She exercises like Gabby
She educates like Mary
She fights like Dorothy
She explores like Stephanie
She sounds like Winnie
She creates like Margaret
She dares like Harriet
She runs like Marion
She entertains like Josephine
She legislates like Maxine
She sows like Catherine
She teaches like Gwendolyn
She lifts like Ernestine
She acts like Diahann
She reports like Diane
She speaks like Michelle
She is serious like Michelle
She is strong like Althea
She is talented like Augusta
She is defiant like Cicely
She is brave like Shirley
She is normal like Marilyn
She is fearless like Maxine
She is relaxed like Rosa
She is inquisitive like Barbara
She challenges like Phyllis
She swings like Chris
She plays like Alice
She is talented like Venus
She is pretty like a flower
And she is like our mother.
A natural woman is not perfect
She deserves honor and respect
She needs love everyday
From trouble, she never runs away
Please add more to this poem
And do not curse or blaspheme
She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She prays like Mother Theresa
And she cooks like our mama.
Copyright © August 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Natalie’s gift, a poem for me
Was the best present I received
Unexpected, it touched my soul -
Curing me from poetry mold
(A condition unbecoming)
With a smile I was released
From days of dark futility
Inspiration came, bestowed glow -
Natalie’s gift
I give her thanks for helping me
Get rid of the mold festering
Inside of me, and truth be told
I’d still be there if not for her bold
Poem that described me "to a T" -
Natalie’s gift
1/2/12
(quote from Gwendolyn in Natalie's comment section on Natalie's poem "To Susan from Natalie")
Received Honorable Mention in "GIFTS GIVEN, GIFTS RECEIVED, A RONDEAU" contest
Who is this person
Behind the Mask
Hidden
Hidden From others
Putting on a Happy Face
For all to see
Laughter ringing out
Hollow
No one feel's it
No one see's
BUT ME
Hypocritical Hypocrite?
Maybe..
Is this truly
What others see
How can it be
Trying so hard
Who is this person
When did it start
Hiding behind the Mask?
What is behind the
Mask
Longing, Lonely, Dispare
Pain, Hurting Heart
Tears, Falling Apart
Can not catch my breath
Scared to death
Who is this person
Behind the Mask?
OH GOD I ASK
WHO???
© Gwendolyn Brown,