Best Pervades Poems
“Love is like a rose. When pressed between two lifetimes, it will last forever.” – Anonymous
In vast wilderness of emerald summer, rose blossoms brightness,
Like the moon's latterly visits, in pearly, glimmering contriteness.
Her scent lingers in the hearts and minds, of those who knew her,
Through the precious and golden days, gone by in a piquant blur.
Grace, beauty, and cool elegance, in a thousand delicate shades,
Swirling and dancing in silent places, that honeyed sun pervades.
Unforgettably luscious and languid, visitor to many dreamy hours,
Pursuing on a winding path to eternity, with odd, hypnotic powers!
Written on August 28, 2022
For: Eight Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite
Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Blood Red Moon
Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.
In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.
At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar.
Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.
My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.
The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears.
I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy.
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
The bells are calling as the snowflakes fall
Illuminations twinkle with delight
A goodwill message sent to one and all
The joys of Christmas fill this festive night.
Excited children gaze with gleaming eyes
They think of Santa and his gifts galore
Their hearts fast beating at each wrapped surprise
Anticipation of what lies in store.
The smell of cooking, stuffing, sweets and drink
Pervades the nostrils, tempting with desire.
Food in abundance, bulging glasses clink
The ambience pleasing, by a cozy fire.
In glaring contrast, by deserted docks
A hobo shivers in a cardboard box.
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Contest: Shakespearean Sonnet
Hosted by Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 6th
© 21st October 2018
The Double Rhyme Sonnet is a sonnet that rhymes not only the end of the lines but also the front part (metrically)! Of course, I would be looking for imagery, good grammar, meter, etc.; however, the most important criterion is that it be written precisely with both end rhyme AND front line rhyme using the standard English sonnet rhyme pattern of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG and of course, using Iambic Pentameter; therefore, the rhyme on the front is on the stressed syllable (the second one) and NOT on the first syllable.
(My entry: A Double Rhymed Sonnet)
The starkness of my world now that he’s gone
pervades in all I see and hear and feel,
but darkness swallows all until the dawn
invades. Then what I’ve lost is made more real!
I yearn for Moon’s return - her tender light
to keep me soothed, for sunshine is my bane.
I burn with thoughts of him. I need, each night,
to sleep away my longings and the pain.
He left, and now he’s far away from me
across the globe. Oh, how I love him so!
Bereft am I, but he perhaps feels free!
My loss means where he is tonight shall glow
sweet Moon, caressing him - as once did I,
and soon, I’ll face the glare from morning’s sky!
For the "Enter Your Own Competition" Contest of Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Dazzling starlight smile
a reason for existence replays
Exploding breathless within the mind
I am just following the heart
Holding inside a vision
One rose warm flickering candle
Time alone dreams walking along beaches
looking across oceans
Silent kiss dew of the night lost at sea
Listening to waves crash as the seagulls cry
to feel the wind through our hair
capturing currents deeply move
Wishing to share a good movie scene
especially if the story line's gripping
Enriched with beauty and gentle tranquility
when two souls completely unite hotly
Like a never ending fire through the night
Sparks will ignite a fireworks of loving grace
A life with love filled hope
Holding hands burning inside chambers warm joy
To melt freely into arms holding deep beauty shines
Hold me tightly in your loving strong embrace
never let us part ways ever
Each passing moon you become a superstar gleam
A world becomes nothing
if our dreams whisper away slowly
As this ocean inside deeply crawls
looking up with the head inside clouds
Destiny howls awaiting fates taste
sealed with the forever lingering kiss
Mystically enchanting a princess enters
through chambers gate a warm welcoming guest
As passion pervades into the moonlit night
darkness tastes from the light
Sparkling one golden sunbeam
a key turns with you
Growing stronger every waking day
The future is so brightly lit
an adventure opens scroll
Unwinding steps forward precious
There will be more moments like this
from the treasure chest of life
Priceless jewel illuminates
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
A Collaborated Poem 26.10.2015
Blood Red Moon
Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.
In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.
At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar.
Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.
My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.
The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears.
I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy.
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
Impressive
Vice presidential
Walking on lily pads
Sinking within illusions
Snow drops bloom
Wisdom is waking
Darkness fades
Light pervades
We all seek to be one
Destiny sometimes makes us number two
Quite the topic to contemplate
As I wander off to the loo
Notes
As they say a pence for your thoughts
Amazing how see end up right where they belong!
An Autumn Portrait of Beauty
On this quite beautiful and most radiant Autumn day,
I marvel at Mother Nature’s smile of silent pulchritude,
As I make a loving glance at such luscious scenery today,
In this country scene—a glorious gift of God’s certitude!
The trees and their fallen amber leaves adorn this Earth,
As a shimmering reflection pervades from a green pond,
Of Nature’s wonder with colors arrayed in a sacred rebirth,
Affirming God’s heavenly promise true and His holy bond!
This view of trees, grass, leaves, and a shadow near the pond,
Captures the glory and grace from God’s colored-palette a true,
That affirms His desire of rendering this beauty from beyond,
And I thank Him from my heart with joy and blessings so true!
Yes, God doth paint this world with such love for all to see,
His Autumn portrait here is of unparalleled artistry and grace,
That I interpret as a heavenly-made moment for all of us to be,
As I reaffirm the beauty of Nature’s gift in this wondrous place!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 6, 2015 (Rhyme)
Author’s Note: A special tribute to a former classmate.
Hot day has come to an end
Strong smell of smouldering wood
Pervades the ravaged outback
Where spiralling smoke drifts up
Lazily as a full moon
Highlights the bleak silhouette
Of a lone surviving tree.
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Paul Callus ~ 10th November 2014
Contest: Silhouette of a Heptagonet
Sponsor: nette onclaud
In this closet darkness pervades,
the door has been locked from the inside.
Curled in the corner, eyes shut, she remains.
Unseen demons there await
outside in the moon light.
Flowers dance while sweet music plays as
lithesome images pass through her mind,
her dreams laid bare this long lonely day,
all of the fantasies she'll never find.
Beneath closed eyelids
her golden prince rescues her
from endless darkness.
I have no golden armor,
yet my arms can still hold you.
04/19/2018
For BW's "It's All About Four" Poetry Contest
Lili Marlene
In times of war, love can subdue cynical adversaries
(Men separated from their vocation, now filled with hatred)
And quell the beast inside their misdirected hearts,
And free their consciences, to allow sorrows’ comfort.
A noisy silence pervades the barracks’ atmosphere,
Where soldiers stir, stuffing duffel bags and miscellaneous,
While others reminisce, writing letters; maybe their last.
And await further orders for Western and Eastern Fronts, or Africa.
From Belgrade, a woman’s voice over the airwaves is transmitted,
Allowing a moment of silence and reflection for those listening
Alone; spiritually uplifted in memories of better times,
Who seek a reason to justify this madness of sacrifice.
“My Dearest Marlene,” the pen begins when all hell breaks out.
By bomb flashes bright bloody hands write, then the pen stops;
“Until we meet again underneath the corner light,
Like we used to do, my Lili Marlene.”
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Note:
'Lili Marlene' is a German love poem set to music by Norbert Schultze (1911-2002) in 1938 based on the poem 'The Song of a Young Soldier On Watch. written by Hans Leip (1893-1963) in 1915 during World War I. The song was first recorded by Lala Andersen (1905-1972) in 1939 under the title 'The Girl Under the Lamps”' which became popular during World War II (1939-1945) among the Axis and Allied troops. The song was first broadcasted by the German Radio Belgrade station throughout Europe and North Africa, following the Nazi occupation of Belgrade in 1941.
Marlene Dietrich (1901–1992) was the daughter of a Prussian officer. She refused to work in Nazi Germany, and was branded a traitor by Nazi supporters when she became an American citizen in 1937. She made over 500 performances entertaining Allied troops from 1943 to 1946. Marlene Dietrich recorded the song in 1944 under the Decca Records (US) and Brunswick Records (UK), which was later released in 1945.
The Fountain
Where have you been my love
Did the hours slip from the pools of your thoughts
To go wandering heights in vacant skies
Did they capture their images on high
As you floated through the siphoned mist of your dreams
I stood on the golden rim
Where comes this shimmer quiet in your eyes
Did the blessed heavens kiss away your sadness
Flushed you seem with a new coy brilliance
Coquette by your demeanour disregards my question
I drank from a sacred stream
This sleeping softness sensual pressed to warmth
Pervades the corners of your mouth; teasing brigands
Have those loose moments retaliated their freedom
And gathered the snippets of lust once again into ragged ball of passion
I lay naked in the dust
The tip of your finger is playing upon a pharyngeal string; my love
Purring cat you are stretched bare skinned on a Persian rug
Your playful whispers intone in those exquisite curves
Flexing white porcelain opening of slow swan wings
And I held the source spring of my heart
Impatient now edges the tangled slides of your auburn curls
This gesture turns your shoulder; from behind lowered lashes you look
A predator’s toy in scratching claws lays its throat willingly bare
Ready to be devoured by a single word; of love
I stepped from the golden rim
Your palms carry the visions you have seen entranced
Coursing through your touch with eclectic imagery
There is a moment of succumb, of slavery, in you, my love
Relinquishing all but dignity, proud, honest, capitulation and senses devastation
I drink from the eternal fountain
Awaiting Summer's rule to end
Fall sleeps in dream of colored shades.
As sun unwinds its solstice bend,
The hope of autumn soon pervades
While emerald kingdom slowly fades.
When Autumn wakes from her repose,
The cooling wind calls out to trees,
"Come trade your basic olive clothes
For colored raiments as you please
And walk with me upon the breeze."
The kindest queen of all the four,
How graciously does Autumn start.
For all her subjects do adore
Her renaissance of forest art
And come to soothe heat-blistered heart.
9.15.18
Contest: Bring on Fall
Written: November 26, 2023
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In ephemeral moments
Whispering remembrance,
Of gilded blooms
Once shoved
Embedded into priceless papyrus.
I dwell in visions that have faded away
Life is thwarted by shaping it
Beyond vibrant hues
Stardust tumbles down
Blisters of emptiness
A silence that pervades.
Alone, holding only gray
Sorrow tightened
A heart's wound is reopened
To beat uncertainty.
Into an intricate mind
Tones of gray scale.
Life & abusive substance
Power too.. 'Misuse' in abundance.
Strength to choose is inside us
The keys to use beside us
Darkness pervades,
Conspiracy is it a truth?
Are lies more feel?
Or 'good' really a factor?
Here’s to morals!
Remnants of character,
The stages of opportunity
unplayed as yet..
And leaders aspiring unto
The integrity of actors.
©Joe Maverick 9/12/2014