Best Montage Poems
The words we use become pictures into lives
Pictures from words spread out for all to see
This is what becomes of our poetry
Has the makings of a montage to me
With words we complete many pictures
Pictures then arranged to fit in closeness
And so with our poetry I do believe
We create a montage for all to see
Tonight, a montage is brushed with a splendor
of glazed branches : an arrangement of russet
teal and orange; dappled wisps enticing
my spirit for a pilgrim beyond my own angst.
In pure delight, tendrils of leaves are aflame
through the glory of a varnished summer.
Feathery rims unfurl in dotted patterns
adorning a cherry tree with iridescent flush
as its arms seem to layout
the stencils of hours' burdens.
Yet, miniature stars flicker on its robe
this cherry timber blowing heavenward,
perhaps content in the radiance
of its caressed blooms and harvest,
glazed by rapture of nature's lasting charm .
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Brian Strand's Whitsun Premiere Contest
Black-headed flowers wear long drooping ruffled petal skirts.
A black crane, statuesque, stands in the tall green grass amongst them.
The tallest flower - distinctively blonde - has arms to touch the crane!
My life here on earth
Spreading out for all to see
In my poetry
Fragments of dusk, like a montage
The pagoda of trees
Nocturnal smiles and whispering;
Are caught up in the breeze.
Then a young star rises above
Her fingers warmly crown…
Dusk breaking nightfall, glints the air
While a city slows down.
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Yet, fireflies rustle through the leaves
And naughty kids tiptoe
On slivers of shimmering grass,
Across the garden’s row.
Crickets trail into a backyard
Frogs moan a husky tune…
Where cats appear on rooftop walls
To serenade the moon.
Soon all these vignettes of the dark
Lay out a homey nest,
To gather strength for morn’s promise
Unfolding at her best.
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All The Little Pieces Contest
Rhyme xaxa 8/6/8/6
Sponsor: Broken Wings 9/17/2016
#1
planetary caution
shards of ice slow river’s flow -
wet dreams in winter
#2
pieces float seaward
season’s broken spirit weeps –
humpty dumpty earth
#3
glaciers slide downhill
seasonal creep advancing -
uncertain future
#4
man’s season fading
haikus yellow stains on snow -
postcards mailed to self
December 11, 2015 - Brian Johnston
#1
off-color sunsets
red sea's poisonous algae -
men impacting earth
#2
serendipity -
contrails block infrared light
man's goose not cooked yet
June 25. 2016 - Brian Johnston
Castle of Dreams
Lutes and violins
Gothic dreams, pleasures of sin
Recited poetry
In my chamber of fire
Wine distills lulled memories
She evaporates
Into my mind
Constitution:
From the mighty quill feathers of post revolutionary colonists
a seething declaration that will stun the world.
This is how its done,
we dont mind you having guns,
say what you will,
thou shalt not punish unusually,
we make the laws, you interpret them
In sunburst morning
Clouds drift on light wing
Focused sunrays pierce
Curtain and pane glass
Blaze a track to sun
My cold life I run.
October 31, 2017.
Contest : Tableau Prints
Sponsor : nette onclaud
MONTAGE MELTDOWN
Giant killer bird in death struggle with freak girl-flower.
Bird combs child’s hair, child smoothes bird feather.
Concrete bird-statue being pushed over by tot-vandal pest.
Awarded last place in Tidy Garden Contest .
Child and her pet swallowed by garden weeds.
Legless girl clutches bird for balance needs.
Leg-eating flowers attack girl, leave bird intact.
Day Of The Triffids, but with droopy daisies in fact.
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NOTE
These lines are in the style of newspaper headlines, all possible
interpretations of the montage.
Caught up in a mournful and jumbled montage
It's an exhausting malicious barrage
Just shards of a sordid side show collage
Our sweet smiles are transparent camouflage
For your aching ego there's no massage
So now park it in a soundproof garage
And join your noble leader's entourage
Chant blue, red or purple, just pay homage
We will be great again in this mirage
11/6/22
Monomixrhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
64 words
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I spent the morning
wrapped in words, warm
Blanketed
In layers
Buried in feathers
Of birds
That once flew
Among
Friends
Climbing high
Into the sky
Buoyant
On the winds.
With the window
Open
The world
Entered
Fresh
Alive
And sunny
Beckoning
And from there
I created
Mixed the ingredients
a stone milled
Bread
30 sec of Wild Compassion
And 14 sec of Somewhere in America
Listening I was moved
Also to write
Not just that which inspired
But of the pain I have been feeling
Of late
Freedom emerged
From my ears
Through my heart
And out onto the page
I mix in George Elliott Clarke and Shane Koycan
Poets from Canada bringing
Sweetness and crunch to this
Concoction
The recipe is not yet
Complete
The bread not yet in the oven
I am enjoying mixing the
Words and clips
Enjoying the aroma emerging
Reminding me of days gone by
When my step-mom used to make her
bread in Apple Juice cans
Round and ribbed they would emerge
Yet still delicious
With peanut butter and jam
By Sunday Eve
It will be complete
A masterpiece?
Who knows
But good enough to eat.
Mystic melon moment
Moistening thirsty lips
Molecules of pleasure
Mooning about within
Mellow crimson milieu
Mirth in hemoglobin
Montage of the summits
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April 20, 2017
Pleiades M - Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Kim Merryman
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Lovely dreams; purple caribous and pink giraffes amid marvels placebo cycles....
Twineful fertile world always trying to inject its truisms twinkling
Twenty milligrams of cloaked melancholy; and misery loves company?!
As gazing into the storefront window at the merry made mannequins
Wearing their mystical montage apparels; with bipolar pixies pointing
Unto the animated star of recollection, during this narcissistics season....
Manna, while as lavender chimpanzees and yellow sagebrush kangaroos
Gather with the pink giraffes and purple caribous, afore this storefront windows
Relected fiascos injecting, twenty milligrams of placebo into melancholies
Mannequins, always trying to steal away the innocence in truisms dreams!?
Twinkling within their marvels cycle of narcissistics, misery loves companies....
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....“Animated Montage Manna” ~
I thought of Hurricane Katrina and how the boats rolled over spilling diesel fuel and
oil from their bilge into our peaceful neighborhood lagoons. Cranes like this one
were covered in oil standing side by side with Pelicans, Seagulls, Mallards and
Muskovies. A sad sight.
Living on the waters of Lake Pontchartrain just across from New Orleans, all birds
are regulars in our backyards, protected by the Home Owners Association. It's
called a beautiful peaceful place to live.
The lovely child depicted in the photo reminds me of all the children's clothes,
shoes, dolls and household belongings floating just below the waters.
Sometimes beautiful photos, no matter how they were derived, reminds us of the
horrors that we know will revisit us again and this photo is one of those sometimes.