Best Oaring Poems
Exquisitely frail, a lone flute exhales, leaving this heart in a flutter
Cascading aloft, soft violins rise, from the flow of smooth silver rivers
Swelling the throat, sending spirits afloat on a sailboat of pure ecstasy
Transforming me now, through the mist all alone, where the music can take me away
A symphony of poems, transcends from above, where folklore and hope never ends
Soaring along, and honed from the heart, from the one who knew the divine
Yesterday's score, sublime as it is, takes me beyond today's shore
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Inspired by the music of Smetana
youtube link to music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3G4NKzmfC-Q
Ravaged and forgotten, I await my fate in this junkyard,
Under the fierce sun and pouring rain and snow . . . but,
Still within this rusted frame beats a soul and memories, and
There was a time when I was truly loved-
Every person admired my style and curves and my brilliance,
Death, oh d e a t h and old age is a terrible thing.
Memories are all I have as weeds and vines devour,
Even now, I can still feel the soft cloth that caressed,
Making sure my paint shined like glass . . . and,
On long rolling highways and hills, I glided a thing of beauty-
Roaring along without a care in the world (I was young)
Inside my interior was impeccable and my leather so soft
Eternity was mine- I was going to exist forever, but
Silently, the rust began and soon ruined and scarred my beauty.
Days passed and then one day, I was towed to this lonely place,
Eternity seems like not such a good idea now . . .
Chirping from within me where a little song bird has made a nest,
And windflowers and yellow dandelions keep me company.
Years have passed and more and more cars lay ravaged,
Inside my soul memories stir of happy times-
Now my windows have grown blank as dead eyes, and all the
Gnarled and twisted, rusting cars (once loved) wait . . . d e c a y i n g.
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June 12, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Personification/Rusted Memories Decaying
Copyright Protected, ID 16-799-868-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Rusted and Busted
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Second Place
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Meaning: Adj: Extraordinarily good; wonderful
(S)oaring on the wings of love
(U)nder starlit skies spread above
(P)arachuting with joy in hand
(E)manating across the beautiful land
(R)esting together peacefully side by side
(C)asting smiles far and wide
(A)fter the sun sets, swirled colors to see
(L)ight of the stars lead the way with glee
(I)magine the best is waiting ahead
(F)or dreams to prepare before going to bed
(R)apture is met as the morning wakes
(A)ll rested and calm as mountains and lakes
(G)lorious views are endless to see
(I)nviting, to be shared in love with thee
(L)iving to the fullest, with the rush of waterfalls
(I)llustrating the flow of words the heart calls
(S)ensational stories to hold and to tell
(T)ransformed from wishes tossed in a well
(I)gniting pleasures from the body and mind
(C)reating special places that no-one can find
(E)xciting to share with understanding between
(X)eric desert beauty there is to be seen
(P)icturesque, singular, rare moments so rare
(I)rredescent feelings emerge from everywhere
(A)ll the material things that are around
(L)essen with meaning hearing a simple sound
(I)n quiet space all that is needed is found
(D)ynamic words with music, looking into the eyes
(O)f a loved one standing there with a surprise
(C)oming to you with vows with an open heart
(I)magine this is true and it is only a start
(O)f an adventure that will never end or unravel
(U)nder the skies in the land of life’s travel
(S)weet love’s conviction with the fall of a gavel
Heidi Sands
5/14/17
Every single plant and flower is my friend.
Many the forest path do I journey,
Breathing in the rich earth and clean air,
Reposing in a meadow green just listening,
Amongst the dancing daisies just resting.
Could anything else be more peaceful and healing?
I think within the soil there must be magic.
Nothing is more precious than this place called Earth.
Gathering my recycling each week I do my measure!
Every tree lost is agonizing and hurtful to watch.
At my building a company is cutting down the maple trees,
Roaring they fall and I am left weeping.
The ravage of nature is so devastating to endure.
How can we, the visitors, stop the ruination of Earth?
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July 30, 2021 (Repost)
Poetry/Acrostic/EMBRACING EARTH
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1376-624-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted into the Standard contest, A Brian Strand August
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 0802/2021
First Place
Fuzzy and hairy that is what he was, a cuddly big bear. She
Undressed shyly before him while he took his own sweet time
Zesting it up with cologne before a mirror, what a nervous boy
Zorro mask in place he naughtily asked," can I use my whip ?"
You can do anything you want but leave my feet alone
So there they were two hotties revving for the big big night
Oh Oh Oh she wailed and moaned, " how I love the big wild horse"
Caressing her like a velveteen he croons into her ear, "Oh dear "
Kiss me, canoodle me but don't look at my feet Tiger, cuz if you do ?
So slowly ever so slowly he peels the blanket off her quivering body
And as he looked at her feet he took in the blue socks and crocs
Nascent desires squelched, she was no longer a sexy wench ,
Darling, what in Gods name made you wear something like that he cried
Cuz I wanted to be hot stuff for you, but my feet are always cold
Roaring with laughter he took off his mask & she noticed his brows
Oh my stars you shaved your brows! "Didn't want to be a
Caveman my dear. She giggled and squeezed him tight. I love it
Sexy Zorro. Two lovers doo whopping it, with hot sexy love...
M ystic lady of the sea
E nthralling sailors on the waves
R oaring waters flowing deep
M any sailors for you do crave
A doring how you move through stormy seas
I n watery depths of mystery
D ancing on the waves so free
S ea maidens swimming serenely
SPRING SHOWERS
S oon the rains fall to replenish mother earth
P lanting beauty for all it's glorious worth
R enewing life and splendor so very divine
I n step with Nature and God's holy shrine
N ew life bursting ever magnificently forth
G iving relief from cold winds from the North
S tarting billions of new lives serving us all
H eaping green all over this very precious ball
O nly this can replenish fruits of mother Earth
W hen the soil needs sweet liquid to gift birth
E ach drop serves to maintain Nature's firm grasp
R oaring down with each promise so dearly in clasp
S hifting fertile soil like a very finely honed rasp
Robert J. Lindley, 06-15-2014
Francine Roberts
Contest Name , Summer Acrostic, 1)Spring Showers , 2) Summer Rain,
3)Morning Breaks 4) On the Beach, 5) Vacation Time 6)Summer Sunset
7) The Sun's Rays 8) Summer Moon....
Pick one of these for your acrostic
and post the form as acrostic (even if it's also a rhyme) and also use
it as your poems title.
E xhilarated by a marquee of bright horses,
C arousel of my girlhood…I dance with your light!
S oaring, navigating a riot of a glossy parade;
T o revel in flights beyond star’s gateway
A s my heart thrills from arcade’s music…Oh,
S cenes from past summers replay this joy. I become
Y oung again… while dazzling evening washes over me!
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Ecstacy Contest for John Hamilton
7/1/2016
A soft and tender...
Kiss by the nape of her neck;
Indescribable...
Sensation that sends her heart
Soaring to seventh heaven!
Submitted for...
Tankacrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Date written: 05/16/2021
“A body can’t do everything,” frets Grandma.
Hannah instantly joins kinswoman, laying
monogrammed napkins, opening peas quickly.
Reluctantlyly stopping, turns unto visitors.
“Who xrates young zucchini?”
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R ashly he didn’t stop
A t the railroad crossing
I t is known that he was seen
L ots of liquor tossing.
R oaring train just couldn’t stop.
O nward it sped ahead.
A t the crossing a big crash!
D rinking dude is dead!
C rying relatives bemoan
R ashness of young Moses.
O n his casket they have lain
S ome red and yellow roses.
S igns and signals cannot stop
I nattentive losers
N o words of wisdom enough for
G uys who are driving boozers.
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Cheerful Carolyn carries coffee
in capacious cups from coffee shop.
Whiny Willie wails for water.
Susan snappishly shouts , “Stop”.
a songbird beloved who moves with intention
will find themselves in times of trouble
mother mary on their bustier—
a sight for those with the privilege to see.
stands on a paddleboard oaring towards me.
embodies a world full of pain in their bones
and their muscles and mind—
the will of some force that’s beyond understanding
waiting for a note to attune to and decides
while they wait they will sing anyway;
it helps them to be.
i hope you never stop singing, my sweet bumblebee.
i enter the conversation with gentle movements
loving sweet nothings sweet somethings substantial
i love them i love them so radiant gentle
no one could deserve them as they sing determinedly.
we sit on the dock by the lake and share stories and
secrets and heartwants and troubles
and worries and stressors and loves
from the six years or three years or
too many seconds since we last communed with the
spirits of nature or aliens telling us
to save the planet and stop making bombs can’t we
all love each other we hold hands and
cry when we need to and lie on the ground and do
stretches and quietly sing and make tea.
we have faith the ginger and turmeric lemon and leaves will help
soothe the hum in the background of long covid—the chronic
experience—life in and out of high levels of pain
we’ve adjusted to, sleeping and stretching
a cascade of moves through the hours to assuage the
pain we express and choose not to repress
we decenter we manage we bargain with, converse with—
that we embody.
we choose to live life melodiously.
March in with a slam
Awakening from slumber
Roaring with thunder
Comes in fiercely like a lion
Humbly leaves like a lame lamb
March 26, 2023
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Tankacrostic
One day I asked my Mommy and Daddy if we could go to the zoo.
They said, “Sure, we will go to the zoo some day, just not today. Today we are too busy doing other things.”
Then, a few days later I asked them again.
They said, “Of course we can, Dear, some day. But right now we are too busy. Maybe some other day.”
So, a few days later I asked once again, “Mommy, Daddy, can we go to the zoo?”
They said, “Yes, Honey, we can go to the zoo some day, but Mommy and Daddy are too busy to take you there today. Maybe some other day.”
This made me mad.
I stomped my feet. I clinched my hands into fists. I made a very sad face. And, I yelled, “That’s what you always say! You always say some day! Well, when does some day get here!?”
Mommy and Daddy were not happy with my behavior. They told me I was being naughty. They told me I had to sit on the naughty spot.
So, I sat on the naughty spot.
But, I did not cry. I did not pout. I did not even feel very sad.
Instead, I went to the zoo by myself. I went to my very own Imaginary Zoo.
In some zoos there are soaring eagles. But in my imaginary zoo I saw oaring seagulls. They were in row boats in the middle of the lake.
Some zoos have snapping turtles. But my imaginary zoo had tapping snurtles. Have you ever seen a snurtle in tap shoes before? They were very good.
I have heard that many zoos have funny monkeys. The zoo I went to had money funkies. One funky gave me a ten dollar bill.
Some regular zoos have laughing hyenas. My imaginary zoo had halfing lyenas. They were chopping wood in half and then saying that they did not do it. I think that was a lie.
My days have been numbered,
Youth had had its call.
Daredevilry was my doing,
As I zipped on the highway,
Yielding to none,
Speeding away, speeding away.
How I miss those starlit nights,
Always new company,
Venting Rock's rants,
Evenings were for make-out.
But time would march on,
Even youth will be spent,
Ending in age's despair,
No one to care, with no one to care.
Now here I lie, an entity forgot,
Uncouth are my looks,
Mildewed is my frame,
Broken my body, as is my soul.
Everything's gone busted,
Roaring engine's gone rusted,
Eyesore for all,
Damned to Rust in Pieces?
~18 Jun 2016~
Living below the low of slow roll
dyeing above the bow in fast sail
failNG front the sow is last paul
baylin flaps the lap si four call
wishin blips the cap tu tres papi
living clips the mam or thee ocho
caving snaps the wig or twig thee
oaring water the dig tu sing fall
winter sings the sun of life agua
cellin beans the lit pa wite bose
giving loves the kit su fite rite
spelin fours the pay if tres paso
quedes ledrs the foe is four tree
living lives the tea of fact free
tuGGin grass the Pep si ever mEEn
loving sings the SEA tu AMOR PaPa
bellow rings the til in THEE NOAN
writin green the man tu Over aGIN
pissin queen the tax me seen meAn
lackin picks the sax ol navy SEaL
cadets craps the SOY IN PLAY FOIL
CLAYIN SAVER THE FAD OF COLD CULR
LOSING BLEAD THE DIX IN CORE COST
FEVERN BLACK THE TIX OF FOUR WALK
LOVING LIVIN THE SEX SI CASE TRES
THININ PINNE THE PAC OF MAID TIES
FEELIN FREED THE LIP ES NADA PIDE
LIVING LYIVE THE CAL OF NORA WISE
PRISMS EVENY THE RAX OF KILO WITE
SLIGHT EYENG THE PAZ TU FOUR GIZE
TELLIN SEOUL THE EXA PU EVER GREW