Best Happenstance Poems
Once upon a happenstance
I gazed, a look, and paused in trance
To dream upon a crystal palace
Her heart aglee and form to chalice
With towers true and field in view
I set a course to give tongue to
I crossed the field - anxiety smote
And walked upon this palace mote
Yet, as I firmed, my heart to pour
She drew the bridge and bolted door
Vanishing vestige of dank cavernous lobes
My lonesome forsaken heart adrift
Under the most alluring midnight crescent moon
Towards a horizon yonder daubed with
A loaded paintbrush of golden luminescence
While levitating melodic whispers
Of charm and sorcery perchance connive
Mingling heavenward to set the stage
For a divine encounter with a goddess
Her wafting cloud ever so sublimely hovers
Peculiarly fine exotic spicy fragrance
Ensnaring my compliant heart
By glorious happenstance
Spellbound and mesmerized
Flutters on the wings of dusk
Reawakening a drowsing lust
Rekindling and resuscitating the passion
To a sublime apogee of celestial folly
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 18, 2019 for contest EIGHT WORD CHALLENGE-BARDENESQUE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 1ST
Under the spell of Autumn and twilight
we encounter a pair of deer
their delicate forms
in soft shades of grey
poised for flight
a still life
We linger, transfixed until instinct
overtakes, and they flee.
All we take is a memory.
By happenstance, we lock our eyes
as I see her on the winding stairs
as whispers float around the room.
Well-known and beautiful, at that moment,
her dark brown eyes are fixed on me.
The smell of roses is wafting through the air,
and I take one, breathing in its scent-
feeling flutters never known before.
My normal world appears so dark and dank
compared to this space where I am now.
This powerful attraction- is it truth or folly?
Perchance it is a dream- but as I daub
my cheek with dewy petals of the rose,
I know for sure a dream it's not- for now
she stands before me, our eyes still locked-
her hands accept my offered rose-
and I feel Cupid's arrow bind our hearts.
Beyond the Moon, way afar
Beyond a million, million stars
Is there an end, is it finite
I pondered on this thought tonight.
Could it all be happenstance
Countless galaxies there by chance,
A random event, out of the blue
Creating all, me and you.
As I gazed upon the milky way
So glorious in its display,
Surely there I saw design
Created thus, by one divine.
Entry for
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ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
14/6/18. Placed 1st.
Oh fiddle-dee-dee!
Oh fortuity!
Come take a chance with me—
on a slippery-dip slide,
down to serendipity,
where happenstance
shakes the dice,
and takes the chance
to dance with me,
romance with me.
I tripped on a maybe; I slipped on a sigh,
did a dance with chance, as it wandered by.
That flipped the switch—in the blink of an eye—
My fortune lit up, streaking across the sky.
Call it a fluke, call it a break.
Call it pure chance, no hands could fake—
When you riled the give-and-take,
you made luck, drive in its stake.
Let fortuity fling! Let serendipity sing,
Let fortune shuffle its luck through everything.
A stumble, a tumble — then you swoop right in!
to play all your cards—go bold, all-in!
So spin the wheel to clack, clack its spark,
let chance light a match to scatter the dark.
Make merry, and rouse the larrikin lark—
to laugh, sing, dance—a fling in the park.
Oh fiddle-dee-dee!
Oh fortuity!
Come take a chance with me—
on a slippery-dip slide,
down to serendipity,
where happenstance
shakes the dice,
and takes the chance
to dance with me,
romance with me.
Scoundrels
hiding evil
behind benign deceit
only create malign karma
within
Expectation's misdemeanors
outflanking volition
infringed upon experience's
self-imposed options,
griping on about whirlwind's
imposing velocity to
which atmospheric pressure
has naught resolving power
whence high tide pressure rises
persuading tendencies,
universe hardly questions 'why'
to phenomenons' meddle,
psychobabble' s deliberations
deluding prospective trespasses,
conclusive interpretation hence life
is but a crapshoot game of chance
War time department
Will not accept defection back in doors
Parody of film available
Dow Jones industrial
Cannot re accept bottom value
Lady lucks paying up the flag again
These folks don't make it
Per capita grief
Early spend
We have mess hall television also, kendall
Ventura county skid row tents not up
Zero coordination
Zero staff
No advertising industry pertaining to homekey letters
State non existent in thousand Oaks California
Federal lifeline tents not up at the ready
Diversion of speech
Diversion of federal service is
obstruction of coordinator
I am standing in
As press
Mandate dictates
Mandated law, life costs money, keep spending
At no point is order diverted
Budget in waiting needs only push forward
Coordinators not printing law lost in corruption
Inactive positions have resignation to indictment.
Reserved proactive response has limit to appearance
By defecting.
By defecting all departments are emptied
Tax is liened heavily in probe of illness
Assets and locomotion are removed
Tit for tat is always at hand
Spiralling home
The lockout is obstruction
First rotation of labor call
Paid time off
Vacation and retirement eligible personnel
Head towards water
Obstruction to relief in coordination
Please allow staff overflow outreach and key erasure
News summit of bargain as budget allows
Enjoy
Split Wide Open
The world of God’s miraculous,
Imbedded deep with creation’s love,
Split wide open
With the lightning of grace
Fragile shells of human bondage
Cannot contain their foolishness,
Nor feathers in the whirlwind
Neither dandelion seeds
Of crystal puffs - dizzy imbedded joy -
Uncontrollable laughter explodes,
On paths of effervescence,
Yearns to burst through
Frozen crusts of icy shame
Freezing clods of unexplainable remorse,
Floods in the wilderness of unworthiness,
Little bits of serendipity,
Untamed marvels – let loose -
In mystical coincidence grow
No fruitless plains,
No impotent fertility,
Wandering hearts harvest wonder
In seeds redeemed from Eden’s scandal,
Shattered pieces of providence’ paradise,
A universe split wide open,
Plans and diagrams dissolve in astonishment
When eternal compassion bewilders logarithms
Astounds in surprises to marvel
At the fertile unbound universe
When two weary unsuspecting paths
Link outside astral planes
And touch the fingertip of brimming joy!
6-11-22
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Contest Title: Split Wide Open
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Rain drops that crashed on
The floor scattered into futileness but those
Who found sea cherished eternity
Positively, every day we lay to waste one more chance.
Though the sun doth rise and meet us in yellow gold.
Will your great revival begin today? Only by happenstance?
By all great men, in awe, we've be moved to muse and trance.
When the musician's fingers flitter, to make our souls seem whole.
Positively, every day we lay to waste one more chance.
And as the boats stay moored, afloat of our chance,
over a wanting light on black screams, a shadow folds.
Will your great revival begin today? Only by happenstance?
They cry, they all cry! A guff, their ***** parlance.
A beckoning light so bright as to seem to take hold.
Positively, every day we lay to waste one more chance.
The athlete, his body strong against the crushing weight, his defiance.
Thou vile villain, thou interrupting season of cold.
Will your great revival begin today? Only by happenstance?
To want for is not to waste, to keep held high the the chin and dance.
And yet as I lie, the shadows creep and their time still known.
Positively, every day we lay to waste one more chance.
Will your great revival begin today? Only by happenstance?
There once was a girl who thought she could dance,
but she seemed more like a girl in a trance;
when the dancers went swirling,
she was uncontrolled whirling;
her final grand leap was quite happenstance !
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August 28, 2020
Poetry/Limerick/A Happenstance Dance
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1281-927-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Limerick Fun
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
Third Place
By happenstance a glance may say
we humans saw the light of day
in universe’s vast expanse
to personate our song and dance
within a fleeting earthly stay.
At night black velvet sky array
stelliferous with appliqué
might seem to firmament enhance
by happenstance.
Yet ‘midst the starry overlay
concomitantly underway
cause and effect their course advance
encompassing in nexus trance
connections cosmic, not at play
by happenstance.
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
A source of inspiration was the following…
Info and image ~ Hubble Views a Not-So-Lonely Galaxy…
Love is sharing a bowl of spaghetti
Not just for some, but Tom, Dick or Harry.
Remember the night is made for romance
No turning one's back on happenstance.
Whilst the world's out of tune, love, shield, protect
Tomorrow's uncertain, hope for the best.
Share music, poetry, what're preferred art
By any means, if you are kept apart.
Love grows lovelier quenched by love's showers
Years seem like days and days seem like hours.
Now more than ever before, life - it's tough
Lockdown isn’t cushy, what we need is love.
(((( Lockdown 2 - England - day 1 - 5th November 2020 ))))