Best Outstretch Poems
LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE
Outstretch above are blue skies and golden sunshine
as train of threads is softly thug and braid to a pole.
Behold, this sky high pole of bright crayon colors,
they speak slowly about life in quite a number. . .
Sturdy wooden pole standing high and tall
is like a man endowed with wit and strength
The lengthy colored ribbons children install
are the shifting, rolling faces of life's events
Black as night sometimes dawn in life,
one maybe blue but not long, instead
do stand and chase rainbows on green belt bend.
Being a tickled pink to explore, never strife!
See, how the color red blush as it dance in the wind
so must we as we share love along kinship line
we aren't all born with a green finger
yet, each kindness touch, grin lingers!
Shed that yellow-bellied skin
to mingle without any charign.
Our life is given by God in silver plate.
Hence, let our daily goal be a red-letter day!
If we do, earth and sky may wed of rapport
like the ribbons together pulled and blend
by hands of dancing children that mend...
Raising the Maypole aloft with ribbon pour
so is a lived life despite black and blues decor.
As the threads slide smoothly in span of minutes
we, humans, must climb to reach our full limits.
The intertwining colors that fused, all roar
salad differences of man can be sorted, united to be one.
Screaming colors tickle lowly spirits' to fire
daring man to live before his body will retire. . .
Living life to the fullest before each setting sun!
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©O.E. Guillermo
11:23 pm-- February 02, 2015
Sponsor: Seren Roberts
Contest Name: Life is like a Maypole
Placed 1st
S - P - R - I - N - G
Ah! Harsh cold winter must be tired,
his grip weakening, he breathes his last.
The frowning skies finally crumble fast
revealing downy blue clouds that waltz
The sun blows kisses of shine--- like a rainfall
touching, caressing but melting adagio
the white icy coats among branches...
The blossoms sultry strip to loosen their curves
then upon naked arms of trees curls
the color green trembling with symptoms of spring.
Birds twiddle free to sound like thrums.
Evergreen trees duet as they whistle
to calm tunes of nippy breeze.
All around a choir blushing fountain hues
of brown, red, pink and yellow.
Animals long-hiding from hugs of frost
now stands. They burst with grins and jolts--
like squirrels bouncing up and down.
Butterflies outstretch wings flutter by!
Snow that clogs and plugs finally weeps--
running dry with the heat rising slow on air.
It stirs sweet liquid pearls
to tip-toe on leaves and petal's swells.
Buzzing bees chase fresh floating nectar...
Lured, they dance on merry-go-round
in the warm bosom of smiling sunshine.
Coats and boots all pack and rolled away,
chuckles and giggles tickle the daytime flair
as little children prance to do some plays.
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POEM OF THE DAY -- JANUARY 07, 2015
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Seasons
Placed 1st
©O.E. Guillermo
06:49 pm, January 01, 2015
A QUEST TOUCHED BY HEAVEN
Treading towards an immortal search
a mortal soul stood begins the quest.
Crossing deep sea and burning desert sand
down the wild and civilized land,
soul driven by zest will so grand.
Right and left battle: a door to growth and anguish
Life still wriggles for habitable breath hiss
Shuddering fears may impregnate decline
staggering, falling, hurting but LIVING!
Teardrops shed a lance or rose to the heart.
Prayers a rumble to steps roaring zeal
rave gaits thud though imperfect
Your lit of melodious merciful grace
presages treasure drafts of redemption.
Breakages had caused falls bending spirits
yet, these also caused cries of feverish hopes
frightened but with Your heavenly touch
Am a mortal but siren-like singing hymns of salvation.
In the ocean expanse of gloomy sky,
my heart -a white pigeon craving to fly high.
I strive to reach outstretch stars
Sprouting lovelier even when rain arrives.
Singing my lifesong with side-sways,
enjoying God's gift of life today.
(c)Olive Eloisa
1:41pm
September 18, 2014
Inspired by:
Psalm 147:11
the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love
Sponsor Justin Bordner
Contest Name Divine Intervention
2nd place.. :) to God be the glory..
Springtime touch unfolds veracious winsome,
colorful rainbow blossom to come.
Tranquil redolence fragrance,
a ballad narrated on carpet grass pleasance.
Crisp dawn enlightens fanciful golden
colors, of purples, pinks, greens, quaint and olden.
Blends float and dance amongst the valley
outstretch, toward enraptured abbey.
Glorious hanging ivy, juniper, kiss
me not plants, all in a garden's vast bliss.
As the fields blossoms quince to thirst
sweet and tender jewels among all to burst.
7/28/2021
Charms of Nature
Noontide cordial sun immerse golden spheres
Birch and aspen leaves rhythmically quake
Susurrate deep in quietness appears
Timidly on soft earth shadow path wake
There, where nesting birds await safely perch,
While conceal sweet are their audible waft.
Cool breeze twine spider's web and bees who search
Stunning unadorned simple-ness echoes soft.
Lone senior British oak outstretch thick arm
Grasp weathered fraying pendulous tire swing;
Mid saffron blaze whilst it mingles off charm
Espy hushed cries for mortal yielding wings.
Lush meadow pigments an emerald green
Self quenching natures pulsing rapture scene.
2/9/2020
Beloved,
with preposterous
persistence,
I still search
for your likeness.
Gravitating
toward every
handsome bald man,
I scan the light
that reflects
off their head,
like the globe of home.
I strive for
the sight of bushy,
frost seasoned eyebrows
and hazel eyes
defined with
laugh lines, and I
shape-shift them
to resemble yours.
I hunt for
hearty hands,
calloused and
unabashedly
bleeding from
the weed wacker's
counterattacks.
I hearken to a
Manhattan accent,
while recalling
the name of
your favorite
fruit, "our-ange."
My ears perk
at the pep of
baseball announcers,
the background
soundtrack of
your steady presence.
The scent of rum
comforts me like
your broad-chested hug.
Beloved,
another's
stubbly cheeks
lead me back to grief.
Unattainable
in this stand-in space,
is your love,
beloved.
That amiable
smile that delighted
an entire room
no longer blooms with
its fragrant welcome.
Nocturnal
is my fervent search,
without night vision.
Knuckles outstretch,
but palms clutch nothing.
Beloved, your love
is within
roaming shadows,
splattered upon
the pavement
of nightfall.
Glances of
expansive
remembrance thin,
vanishing
into fumbling
fabrications
and uncertainties.
Yet certainly you
are loved forever,
currently
unattainable
to behold.
4-11-2021
David means "beloved."
Dedicated to my dad
encompassed in the womb
through darkness, i felt touch
ethereal strums from fingers
against my unborn flesh
as a melody soothed
in rhythmic pulses
from your heart
...it's the only time i felt loved
you gave me life
taught me to walk
two steps shy of death's door
i crawled in the shadows, afraid
cowering in the algidity of a touch
i ached for in outstretch motions
as tiny fingers reached upward
reverting back with blades
that scribbled scores of depth
while trying to feel anything but anguish
...i wished to be unborn
you fed me
ugliness through affliction
of dispassionate glares
as you made me
unlove myself
starve myself
until i was but an empty shell
of what i could have been
...i will never be good enough
you gave me a house
filled with treasures, untouched
clothed me in ridicule
made me learn to crawl
on weakened knees
while filling buckets
with my tears, my echoes
shuddering down halls
where i curled up
and died, unheard
...you killed me inside
November 12, 2019
Pale Shelter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Autumn echoes slowly fade
As Winter footsteps are seen
Natures spirit tamely sleeps.
Brisk wind whined as the magic
Of the feathery snow spins,
Home warm walls keep day chill out.
Sun's outstretch scattered bright rays,
Blending orange-red streaks clouds
Poise over blue free heaven.
Kids dressed warm with wet mittens,
Looking proud of their snowman
With carrot nose and twig-arms.
1/6/2024
Grandma Wings
By Lawrence M Nunez
Dear Lord I pray,
That you give my grandma wings
Like the Angels in my dreams
That from heaven flies
To stand watch at night
Over me as I sleep
That she too my angel may be
Tonight and forever
Let them be pretty O lord
as the lilies of the fields,
white as the morning clouds,
Light as the feather of a dove.
like the glistening snow
and shimmering sea
her wings will glow,
as she stand watch
night and day, every day
guarding me as I sleep and play.
I could see her now O Lord
the big old smile
The kind and loving words
The twinkle in her eyes
Wings outstretch
whispering I love you darling,
It will be okay
For now I have my wings
To stand guard tonight as you sleep
Grandma I miss you so
I remember the talks
And the laughs
Even the tears we shed
Both you and me
Mine out loud without a care
Yours in secret because you care
Thank you Lord for giving her wings
To stand guard tonight as I sleep
Lord I pray you give her rest
Peace and joy untold
No more sorrow no more pain
but beautiful wings
that she may from heaven fly
to stand watch over me tonight
as I cry myself to sleep
bidding her good-bye with a heavy heart
I say good bye grandma good bye
MY HEART IN YOUR HOMELAND
Cupid must have been busy he forgot my heart,
And so instead of a man I've fallen in love,
it is in the mountain ranges my eyes dart.
Sweet, the giddy puffy white clouds above
outstretch his arms to share a shady luff
amongst swarming emerald Spruce that skirt
'round the silky slopes-- like some gloves.
Down quiet is the Loch that stretches its girt
of lucidity allowing passerby's to see pert
Salmon and Trout dancing playfully below,
Delighting both my eyes and so my smart,
a fishing rod, I want to slowly low.
This nature's wonder, I behold for free
soon, I surely want to share with my honeybee.
Some bumpy, some smooth are the long winding roads
One day along my ride, I say hello to this Adonis man
Easy as one, two and three our talks-- climb and flowed
Excluded in my plan, wow! Our love story began...
Cascading soft and longer is our attention span
so velvet then is the glowing blow of our said hello.
No longer, I desire Japan but be home in your land
as to the World's theatre we want to show,
our love like barley seed it sprouted and it grow!
Bright yellow bloom it is while us, a fever red
of fruitful trust and hopeful tomorrows. . .
May we never bleed then later be shred,
instead, like the Spruce wrap 'round the slopes
together we will hold hands to boldly cope and lope.
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©O. E. Guillermo
10:31 pm, January 19, 2015
I gasp
Morning is cold.
I outstretch my arm in empty reach.
I gasp.
I listen for the miracle: the shower
door closing behind him.
I gasp.
I wait for my toweled Rodin and
the whistling kettle.
I gasp.
I’m not sure if can get up today.
My breath returns and I robotically rise,
Gasping.
Kathryn M. Collins©
revised Nov. 15, 2013
(would have been our 44th anniversary)
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.
- Emily Dickinson
My search for gold dust glow in harvest moon
depletes me when once fertile ground’s plucked bare.
Yet hope, it rises like a stretched balloon,
and begs of me to rise above despair.
The ripened dreams of youth cannot escape
me though some may be buried, worn, and wrung.
When bitter seeds are all that I can taste,
oh hope, dear hope, you burst just like a grape!
An unexpected, sweet juice on my tongue
to relish like a love the heart’s encased.
I feel a steady pull within my core
to step from haunting shadows into light.
Lured out by warm winds, seeping through my door,
in sun-steeped clouds, my soul stirs, rouged by flight.
As love, deep love, drifts free with hope on high,
like sapphire stars, together how they burn!
But hope, my hope, I lost for quite some time,
though awe-struck, watched its bough reach brightest sky.
Some nights I thought it never would return.
Some nights I dreamed of limbs on which I’d climb.
Oh hope, dear hope, I struggle to hold on.
You slip from shaky hands, I outstretch wide.
But like a Song Thrush commencing the dawn,
your soft and ceaseless voice could be my guide.
So now I ask of you to care for me
just like a newborn struggling first to breathe.
My drowning lungs feel black and knotted tight.
Oh hope, dear hope, alight on darkened sea.
Give garland from stargazers’ sights to wreathe
around my path in poetry and light.
Written 5/12/22
for: Form O - Ode - New Poems Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Idea
When we first met at the beach
where we exchanged pleasantries, and
engaged in a long conversation
where you told me you baffled
at the ebbs and flows of the tide
yet scuttled at the soaring altitude
of encroaching waves
that outstretch and blend in like the dimples on your cheeks…
where you told me you wished you were free like birds
of the air,
you would venture out across the deep to far
unfamiliar lands
free from fetters of familial ties…
You did not fall for me,
nor did I for you…
That our paths crossed, that we met at the beach,
were predestined inclinations of our stars,
devoid of mortal deliberations;
though we felt we could give ourselves a chance
You did not fall for me,
nor did I for you
But,
we fell for that rare bond of our sudden connection
strengthened by
the obvious likeness of our mental aesthetics
we fell for the rejuvenating rays of the setting sun,
for the flight of falcons across the clear clouds,
for the swishing sands of the sea, and
the towering waves wavering before our eyes…
we fell for our aligning dreams
that conjoined like Siamese twins in our minds’ eyes
conceived in the depths of our hearts
You did not fall for me,
nor did I for you
It was the dilemma of our fate.
Emirabitur- Shall Admire
There you are the wind of my lone chamber
When I set to keep all mine from ember
And drop where constructs are most eminent,
Where meditativeness is prominent.
Long lost be me, if not for lunar moon
Descend light that fights random hours of groan.
I will for sure unveil silence abode
Where monstrous would have forsaken off-board.
Let’s believe I have found and learnt the muse
The muse which unimpaired and un-abuse;
And fetch, outstretch, inform and un-slumber,
That which eyes will see and bless good comment:
Less of déjà vu and more of neo-pan,
That the rooftops will sit and grant accord.
Friday February 28, 2014
The spill overwhelms-
the bank. The fish
will meet the mates.
*
Fireflies outstretch,
in green blaze, igniting
the extinct flame.
*
It is September, and
I need you, for
a final rendezvous.
Satish Verma