Best Ligon Poems
you ... are the paramour of right angles
the square of a square - complete, quite aware
how two must adore you
for all it sees is itself, reflected
an angular fist - quite the narcissist
and the first number, sublime, that is NOT a prime
you move with order ... perfection
enclosed, at the helm of a harmonious realm
antithesis of lucky clover, and balance of the cornered circuit
you are numbered of the elements - the seasons cycle your breath
and how would a deck of cards go out for a night on the town
without your fancy suits to wear ... debonair?
how lost the world would be without you
to show us direction - to section the areas of space ...
to sing to us in the voice of violins
to carry us safely to our joys, spinning beneath our seats
to give motion, food and escape to the creatures
features of the gospels and horsemen, dark
hark - even the chambers of the heart ...
thrum for your sake and coordination
you are safety and symmetry, precision and enclosure
e'en the wind knows your order and actuality, factually, see ...
is it any wonder, number ... that you are my favorite?
(when with your little sister, of course).
~ 1st Place ~ in the "What's In A Number" Poetry Contest, Juliet Ligon, Judge & Sponsor.
LEONARDO
Lion, known well as King of the beasts,
Exemplary in strength and brawn,
Obdurate, he knows his passionate will as
Nature calls from his haughty roar has
Animals running and hiding with fear.
Regarded and revered by his pride and
Diurnal in his grassland habitat, he is protector
Of his pride, dines on meals his lionesses provide.
1-19-20
Leonardo means: LION STRONG
~First Place ~
What's In A Name Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Juliet Ligon
My thanks to:
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I
I Slip-
into a dreamy dream-
and I am falling
into a greenforest
lost in a sea of trees
they are sobeautiful
the drums of time cease
clouds sail in the
sky
oh my life is weather-stained-sad
I imagine
myself a tree g r a c e f u l
lost in a
sea of beautifultrees swaying
my roots are deep in the ground
my
branches
reach
up
to the sun
shining through the forest
at night
the sky
is blackasink
a riverflows like a stream
lost
in
a
sea of trees
II
I am tranquil
and serene and
the wind
is whistling
through my
weeping leaves
like violins
echoing
tears like rain
falling f a l l i n g
in autumn and
I give up mysorrow
all the colourful pain dances
away
III
and I stand bare
I wear a gown
white
and I sleep mybranchesfrozen
in the spring I awaken
to put on my gownofgreen
emerald green
and I raise my branches high
and I am strength and I am courage
in
this
dreamy
dream of mine veiled
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January 22, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/metaphorically
Copyright Protected, 01-868-091-22
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Natural Metaphor
sponsor, Jamie Pan, Judged 2017
Second Place
Submitted into the Standard contest, Most Original
sponsor, Juliet Ligon, Judged 05/23/2021
First Place
Timothy, name of Greek origin, meaning 'God’s honor'
Intellectual, spiritual and profoundly connected with nature
Man of strength and simplicity who deeply feels compassion
On his lifelong journey looks for the guiding light from up above
Thankful for every benevolent sign along his path
Humility and kindness emanate from the depths of his soul
You’d be hard pressed to find a gentler man who’s earned his right to be eccentric
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on January 10, 2020 for contest WHAT’S IN A NAME sponsored by JULIET LIGON - RANKED 1ST
My personal favourite
She ran; madly she ran,
asking for mustard seeds,
only some, a little,
a handful of mustard seeds
to cure her son.
She ran; madly she ran
from one house to another,
where none had ever died,
asking for mustard seeds,
from a family of immortals.
“She is mad; her endeavor is mad;
it's as futile as that mother squirrel's act,”
onlookers thought; none spoke,
but she ran; madly she ran.
She started at dawn
when dew was glistening,
and bubbles were dancing
to the tune of kerosene lamps.
She ran; madly she ran,
passing the dying buds and roses,
burnt by the scorching sun,
but still she ran; madly she ran.
She ran; madly she ran,
with no food, with no drink,
with disheveled hair, loosened clothes,
while tears of blood were pouring
from her aching, motherly breasts.
She ran; still she ran, madly she ran.
“Sister, your run is mad;
we are mortals but not immortals,”
they said, but she ran; madly she ran.
She ran; faster she ran;
madly she ran,
until the sun died,
the life giver and killer died,
and till houses and trees wore
black veils to mourn for his death,
she ran, madly she ran.
Suddenly, her tears stopped;
she stopped, but with her son —
the lifeless flower,
still in her arms.
2nd place in the following Premiere Contest (judged on Oct. 18, 2021).
Contest: YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2 Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS
A 1st Place in the following contest (judged on May 23, 20210
Originally posted on Jan. 16, 2017
Most Original Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Juliet Ligon
*Honourable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 25, 2020)
April 9, 2018
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (32)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
*7th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 22, 2020)
April 9, 2018
old poems, FREE VERSE (003) Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Non-Romantic Love
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 04/11/2018
April 9, 2018
She was lying there, just barely alive
Medically, nothing more could be done for her
So she was sent home to spend her remaining days
Her husband and two teenage children were by her side
Her siblings and friends had gathered to touch and to love
As friends, my wife and I had also come to be with them
As I sat silently, it was clear that she was approaching the end
Only the sounds of her breathing could be heard by my natural ears
But I began to hear what appeared to be words coming from within her
This was all new to me, but these are the words I heard from deep within
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Bright lights of love racing through my brain
Sweet drops of peace I see falling like rain
With my family, in my home, I, for now, remain
From the North and the South, you all came
My siblings and friends, sharing in my pain
You heard the dark steps of death and sang
I feel the warm blood flowing in my veins
After tonight, things will never be the same
Your dear time and prayers are not in vain
Thanks to all of you who have loved me so much
You prayed for me, and you gave me one last touch
To my husband, my son, and my daughter
I want to say, I am sorry, I cannot stay
Like gently dripping sand in the hourglass
So will your deep agony of loss slowly pass
In time, an end will come to your bitter pain
Then, you will remember what we have gained
And now, the time has come for me to go
I see heaven's angels gathering at my door
It’s not goodbye, but goodnight. I love you.
Posted71415PSCtest(120920), Most Original Poetry
Juliet Ligon. 2P. Note: Written in 2006, this poem was inspired by the death of a friend as she was in her final stage of a terminal illness. These words are meant to be the words I felt her speaking to her family as we sat with her during her final hours. This poem was given to the family.
I'm in a crowded place.
Others brush my limbs.
We look so much the same,
I easily fit in.
No one knows my name.
I am one of them,
firry and firm with
a little junk in the trunk.
Wispy and thin,
I flow with the breeze.
I'm a little shady,
but stay if you please
as long as you'd like.
I've no teeth to bite.
If you come closer,
I won't walk away.
I've no legs to go.
I'm here every day.
The great outdoors
is where I sleep.
They're all I've known.
My roots are deep.
This crowded forest
is my home.
By: Juliet Ligon
Motif: Nature
With quiet reservations he admires
Attuned to all that senses captivate
To sift thru information he acquires
Considering how it may thus relate
He studies all with intimate precision
For his or any sake that might arise
Unless the fates intend on a collision
Leave supervision to HIS private eyes.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "What's In A Name" Poetry Contest, Juliet Ligon, Judge & Sponsor.
* Congratulations on your first contest - this was fun! *
Go, go my dear butterfly
On to the garden of flowers you go
Don’t ever funk to flutter in wind
'll be watching your funny leaps.
So gracious from flower to flower
Gliding and swimming through the air
Rather than flapping your little wings
As an artist you turn and twist.
Coming and going with ease and will
In my garden you dance at thrill
On the flowers you sit as still
Until get full with honey that fill.
Surfeit zest you bring my mind
Buried in your flight I forgot mine
Unto the sky and heaven I soar
To the gracious God, my soul‘ll fly.
Teach me dear this art of flying
Else I lay buried under soil
Raise me with your tiny drifts
From hell to heaven I flit at will.
Like loving God’s Gracious Butterfly
Yonder sky, my dear soul, I will fly!
(Meaning of my name: God's Gracious Butterfly)
Won first place in What's In A Name Poetry Contest sponsored by Juliet Ligon
Blessed with God’s wondrous goodness
my three siblings and I* were privileged
to bask in our parents’ graciousness
gladly we indeed acknowledged.
Love prevailed in all corners of our home
may it be North, East, South or West*
securing us well inside haven-dome
where we share family bonding zest.
As kids, we engaged in partnership games
with toys of various shapes like square* forming
along favorite colors and their names
of blue, white, red, yellow** … so heart-warming.
Nurtured to be musically inclined
we sang together joyful choruses
since the Lord has us beauteously designed
into grand quartet*of blended voices.
With less than five* decades of fellowship
midst bliss-filled family extension pacts
we siblings keep in us our warm kinship
thanking God for His marvelous*** acts.
*Word bears or phrases bare the essence of four (4).
**The four colors of our Flag as a nation.
***Revelation 15:3 … Great and marvellous are thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are thy ways, thou King of saints.
February 20, 2020
3rd place, "What's In A Number" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Juliet Ligon; judged on 2/29/2020.
Cheerfully “showing signs of glory” as her name means clearly
Love of God brightens her compassion-radiance along Christ’s light
Empowered by the Saviour Whom she serves with earnestness
Offering her best to reach-out with the Lord’s grace to others
Fervently faithful in her stewardship fulfillment
Ever-abiding in the Almighty’s will, grateful for her granted life eternal…
Dearly beloved sister-friend, she’s blessed while godliness exemplifying
Exalting the Creator through her enthusiastic serving and edifying
Approved according to Scriptures’ affirmation amidst her afflictions…
Surely a woman* of virtue, strengthened and sanctified by the Holy Spirit
Imparting truths by her teacher-role, indeed divinely influential...
She shines for the glory of her Master Who makes her completely sufficient.
*Proverbs 31:30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
Dear Cley,
God be praised and thanked for your life devoted to the Lord … by His grace, through His might, and for His honour. A blessed birthday to you.
January 9, 2020
1st place, "What's In A Name" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Juliet Ligon; judged on 1/28/2020.
You might shout it on a golf course,
It’s the number of digits in my pin,
In Chinese it’s death but let us not show remorse
Because it’s also the code to let angels in.
America’s July signifies the way
Add a zero and it’s ruby by definition,
Add ‘teen’ and it’s Valentine’s Day
but it’s considered unlucky by superstition.
It has the same number of quarters as its name,
It’s used to abbreviate a word.
Count the seasons in this poetry game
It’s not a half, a fifth and most certainly not a third.
It connects the mind, body and spirit,
Is derived from the meaning of creation,
With this many eyes you won’t see it
‘Guessed this number?’ I ask with hope but trepidation.
What’s In A Number Poetry Contest
6th February 2020
Sponsor: Juliet Ligon
Three plus one shall arrive one day,
The Holy Trinity and the Almighty shall prevail-
When I speak knowing not what to say,
I shall note that my fate is sealed but one way.
The rising of the Son who strips my veil,
It is the wisest and most loving tale.
Most important is this number, you see;
For time shall stand still when three adds one-
When all the pain of life bestows its debris,
I shall be the woman God called me to be.
I shall rise in faith after the rapture is done,
And in heaven will be welcomed by the Son.
North, South, East and West,
In all directions love shall shine-
Autumn arrives and summer shall rest,
And all who share faith shall be blessed.
For there is no comparing to the divine-
When all of mankind is God’s perfect design.
The Father, Son, Holy Spirit and Almighty-
Together spreading righteous harmony.
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*in the bible the number 4 represents the coming of the Almighty.
I tried hard to understand this and did the best I could*
2.2.20
What's In a Number Poetry Contest
Juliet Ligon
Mine is a connection twix body and soul
Beliefs based on values, the earth as a whole;
In league with creation of moon and the stars,
To strings am related on tenor guitars.
In marriage enable the vows to confirm
Ensure that relations in love will stay firm.
Extend pragmatism in fields of mystique
Approach every challenge with focused technique
Directing attention in moments of stress
To angels who show you the way to success.
I came from a planet to keep hopes alive;
Of Garde am a number between three and five.
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Contest: What’s in a Number
Sponsored by Juliet Ligon
Placed 1st
© 7th February 2020
My demons walk in step
with my aching legs
knowing where my toes are soft
how heavy last night was
where I might choose to stand
when resolution isn’t mine
they beg me to stay, to be wrong
even when I’m resolved to move
they know my spirit’s name
and that he’ll flex his fingers
and make them fear
but now, with nothing to lose
they’re here
still, directing my hands
to tap the keys of a minor chord
but even so,
it’s a beautiful song
it is sufficient, he is gold
even when he’s been clamped shut
I’ve been here
Ligon constantly as my feet
with Elizabeth Arden soaked words
nestled into my wary fist
I’m only wanting more
just to press on while the rest sleep
to feel beautiful again
as opposed to what this was,
a sad story, an error, a night terror
a far cry from
what you were
pure
amor.
Y ahora lo se que, de verdad,
te amo.