Best Plenitude Poems
While at my window seat, I watch spring's Dawn
come easing into day with amber rays.
She lays a gilded glaze upon my lawn
and with her advent, scatters gloomy haze.
Like butter on my morning toast, her light
is smoothly spread enticingly across
my portion of the universe, for Night
has yielded to the magic of her gloss.
I quickly dress. Behind my house I run
to see her at her zenith. Dawn now spills
a plenitude of honey from the sun
onto a field of brilliant daffodils.
How kind Dawn is, how lovely to behold
in seasons when she touches Earth with gold!
First Place in Brian Strand's Contest:
Up To Thee Max 14 Lines
Now entered in PD's Contest for #1 poetry
Categories:
plenitude, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
From Sea, Earth And Sky, All The In Betweens
So sweet, splashing waves of Spring's fawning crest
beauty dear sent at Nature's kind behest,
vivid sprouting colors, its brilliant sheen
fresh dawn's soft-born glows, its peacock like preen!
Invigorating as earth, wakes to live
splendorous as Mother Nature yet gives,
a'plenty, its fields of flowering greens
from sea, earth and sky, all the in betweens!
Inspiring hues, as poets so oft describe
Hope awarded to all, with nary a bribe,
plenitude of rainbow colors, a feast
giftings of life, with Love never the least!
Wherein, mankind sees Nature at its best.
So sweet, splashing waves of Spring's fawning crest!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-25-2020
Sonnet, ( As seen in the mind's eye from Spring of '73 )
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables::140
Total # Words::::::100
Note:
From darkness was born light
From sadness was born anew
Once blinded now clear sight
Heart should be pure and true.
This poem was born as a healing and a remembrance
that one must recover from anger and forgive those
that are steeped in darkness, envy, hate and any of the
other evils that so beset mankind. With that in mind I
went back in time to a most joyous and wonderful time
in my youth. And thank God I was then so very blessed....
Categories:
plenitude, color, earth, nature, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
I remember the tree verdant in spring
Those years stretched out could be filled with anything
I had dreams of strong limbs and plenitude
Thoughtfully give limbs for nest and bedewed
I saw you change in fall to colors rare
The frost touched your leaves and limbs unaware
I saw winds swoop from the north stripping pride
Then run its course, your fears you tried to hide
I wonder what will happen to the tree
Though life issues idiosyncrasy
Written: 8-26-22
Contest: Dot Your i's and Cross Your t's
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
Categories:
plenitude, family,
Form:
Couplet
Heavenly Meat Pies
Nostalgic memories -
An awesome aroma
And an unforgettable flavor of
Freshly-baked, hot-out-of-the-oven,
Magnificent, “melt-in-your-mouth,”
Homemade mini meat pies.
Flaky, golden brown pastry crusts,
Filled with lots of love and stuffed with
Savory bite-size bits of tender beef,
Cubed potatoes, green peas, bell peppers,
Pungent garlic, garden carrots, celery, cilantro,
Madras Curry and other fragrant aromatic spices.
Popping one delectable meat pie into my mouth,
I tucked away another in my pocket for later.
Every magical mouth-watering morsel,
A taste of heavenly culinary delight…
In my great-grand auntie’s thatched roof kitchen.
10-10-2014
Contest: Plenitude of Pies
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Placement: 10th
Categories:
plenitude, food, fun,
Form:
Free verse
Emma was a pretty girl,
And was pretty wild.
She never minded what people said,
Nor did she mind her mother.
Mornings when she left for school
She also left her books,
Everyone would look at her,
And also gave her looks.
She loved to comb through magazines,
Yet never combed her hair,
Her dad thought she should step it up,
So she’d step in puddles.
Now Emma wasn’t really bad
She just had had bad habits,
Deciding to turn her life around,
She turned right on the street.
Now as the child was trucking on home,
She saw a truck come at her,
The driver was screaming “Are you mad?”
It seemed he was mad at her.
She stood and watched the truck tip
Heard a tip, get out of the way.
The driver jumped out and flew in a rage,
While thousands of pies flew through the air.
As the pies began to land
On people and on land,
They all turned red, orange and blue
Emma almost felt blue too.
Now as she stood there looking sweet
Tasting the sweet from her dress,
Absolute anarchy went down
As people bent down to delight in a good old fashion pie fight.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.13.2014
Plenitude of Pies Contest
8th
Categories:
plenitude, children, crazy, children, fun,
Form:
Narrative
I need your ultra desperation
your ultra conflagration of love making exhilaration,
I want your ultra shout and pout
give me your slap attack
the amber of your abuse, the saffron of your emotions,
I crave the playful plenitude of your ultra uppidy attitude,
you let me experience hyperventilation at your disappearance
then inflation of euphoria in my Heart's utopia by your reappearance,
I want to know your ultra sadness
that song you share with the twilight of despair,
your ultra madness, your vortex of female complex,
I desire your hot and haunted psychology
your genius of ultra ingenuity, the pulp of your passion,
sometimes you love me most when you hurt me
a pathology of love cut sympathy that I can handle best,
earning the ultra soft surface of your pillowed chest
where I can rest the weight of iron soul, and slumber at your behest,
I want the whip of your hips and the sip of your lips,
I want the pleasure plethora of your ultra vulva
to access the pagoda of your sexual yoga
to concoct in you the froth of organic soda,
I want your Gospels and Revelations
the Path and the Wrath, your cross of ultra conquest
the morning of your ultimate ascendance
the midnight of your ravishing bite
the bounty of your breast and the burn of your brimstone
give me the lyric of your ultra breath,
your ultra love keeps me alive!
J.A.B.
Categories:
plenitude, beauty, desire, devotion, love,
Form:
Ballad
Fall softly, wee one, here ... fall softly
to your repose, drift the dark like a
feather! You are perfection, defined,
utterly and sublimely unique, your
Nascency like no other! Oh, countless
of your kind - yes, only the stars
themselves can avail your plenitude,
yet so exquisitely 'sui generis'! Fiery,
Brilliant, prismatic, birthed in perfectly
chiseled features ... dancing, soaring,
fanciful, true! You wink at me, flirting
coyly, (as others, but you're mine!) ...
I draw closer with every flutter, clouds
parting just enough for the moon to
peek through, as if they know how
beautiful you are, and how shameful
That such as you should die unseen
in the night ... alone. But alas, it is
my love for you that seals your fate,
and this long, dark, immaculate dance -
Your life's embers and intent - comes
gently to rest in my palm, and there,
in the warmth of my glove, you die ...
silently, tenderly, beautifully perfect ...
Snowflake.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Choice T, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Embers And Snowflakes" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
plenitude, appreciation, beauty, nature, snow,
Form:
Free verse
'Twas a timeless and starless era of dense obscurity.
But there! a self-perpetuating luminary--the deity:
Being of old, the first around.
No one knows his age... those numbers abound.
His name subdivides into many.
He can be called by any.
This entity subsisted when nothingness was.
Those infallible feet trod elsewhere made not of mass.
Thunderous lighting flashes he emitted amongst the black void--
the boundless space which was devoid
of the natural lamps now in the heavens--
That sky, base of his majestic havens.
This infinite Universe...his realm,
and it's inhabitants, for ever whelm.
The GOD nearest ministers--Angels, Seraphs, and Cherubim
execute his will verbatim.
These celestial citizens reflect the Omnipotent's refulgency
which allows their physiognomies to remain in juvenescence,
'cause they are the Patriarch's offspring--
Spawns of the King of Kings.
The Matrix of Life molded them and respired in those nostrils immortality.
Personal witnesses are they of his unique ability
as the Creator and Sovereign,
whom decievest not, nor feign.
Thier kindled eyes contemplates the magnificent Physique of Jewel--
The Source of Life which radiates life's fuel--
The Energy animating all living creatures
from since the moment he formed their features.
That Glory Supreme reverberates an elegant nimbus with spectrum,
thereof, the resemblance of his glow pierces the translucent city of gold and gems and
electrum.
O' even earth and its plenitude are his monuments--
Planet rich with elemental ornaments.
'Tis him and he alone...the Genesis of all.
So praise and gratitude to the most colossal!
Categories:
plenitude, faith, mysterylife, universe, ,
Form:
Narrative
At 13, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Brimming with youth and flamboyance.
With a myriad of of vying admirers,
A family to love and to be loved back.
Her life was a blend of love,laughter and rebellion.
Then,all of a sudden,
Dragged out of the felicity of her childhood.
Stripped off her citizenship and freedom
For Anne was born a Jew--an outcast.
Suffered owing to the sanguinary Fuhrer.
The Devil, he surpassed.
To escape the bloody clutches of Hitler
Into hiding ,they went
But never did Anne let her hope perish
In the two years of lonely confinement.
Two years of struggle to cope with adults.
Two years of struggle with food and supplies
With the thrills of love and pangs of goodbyes
Hope was her strongest weapon
To combat severe isolation and oppression.
Eternal hope kept her alive.
Courageous Anne continued to strive.
Her eyes could penetrate into the deeper meanings of life.
The pulchritude of relationships
The sublimity of nature
The plenitude of being
Life's purpose and importance
Demystified.
Alas! Betrayed by a close friend
Resulted in Anne Frank's tragic end.
The blood red hue of autumnal leaves
Stained the Earth , as the nature grieved.
- Angom Amy (15)
Categories:
plenitude, bereavement, betrayal, death, political,
Form:
Bio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lR8BaGbOoL8
As I watch the daisies pushing up towards the July sun
I hear a song of joy being sung, for my heart alone
They own an ethereal beauty and innocence that
reminds me of a time when I was young like them
Beautiful are their golden faces, and their stems;
Those majestic trees that spread their leaves so high
remind me of a golden era of wheat and plenitude
strong stocks and verdant greens is all I saw ;
Cascades of sunlight falling like curtains on my willow
leading me to longing for scent of flowers on my pillow
If I could freeze the vision of my yesterdays enmesh
I think I'd frame it with my quadrant mind , alas
everything that lives returns to mother earth
everything that breathes , deserves rebirth
and as I watch the daisies pushing up towards the July sun
I hear a song of joy being sung, for my heart alone.
Categories:
plenitude, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Comfort Food: Chicken Pot Pie
Savory gravy bubbling
through slits in the top
of Mama’s flaky crust;
chunks of potatoes,
peas, and white chicken -
Comfort for
REAL!
Pizza Pie
A saucy Mama Mia
topped with mounds of cheese,
meat, and veggies of your choice.
Slices of heaven.
Who doesn’t love this?
Pizza is
bliss!
Fruit Pie
Blueberries or raspberries
heaped in to a shell.
Rhubarb; cinnamon apple,
lemon or key lime!
I’ll eat any time
such sweetened
tarts!
For the Plenitude of Pies Poetry Contest of Sheri Fresonke Harper
Categories:
plenitude, food,
Form:
Epulaeryu
In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : En el ojo del hurracan
(Ninth in the collection : Metafora del Desafuero, published – according to the editor, Alejandro
Duque Amusco – not in 1988, but in 1989, was awarded the « Premio Nacional de Poésia »
for 1989, on May 28, 1990. Bousono, as in these later free verse compositions, shows how
well he manages the long-breathed line, a clear contrast to the compact and elliptical earlier
verse, say, of the collection : Subida al amor. T. Wignesan)
The creatures of plenitude situated themselves holding their silence, the thrones of
inexplicability, exactly, therefore, in the very centre of the eye of the hurricane :
that doors be blown asunder, that windows be blown away,
that agonizing bodies in makeshift beds be smothered into oblivion,
half-dead widows, postmen who half-way in the act of delivering
the love letter which would definitely render us joyful,
the seat where the poor old grandmother was in the act of sitting
while sewing
the newly-born baby’s pony-tailed bonnet which turned around half-
way in the gusts,
the hurricane which uplifted love and all that was left of love :
letters, papers, leaves
of music,
lovers in coitus at the orgiastic acmé and the light,
when it began to dawn,
when the saxophone cleared its throat and commenced the beat of the
dance,
when everything on the stage in its place awaited the raising of the
curtain,
when the wedding was at the point of being consecrated, and the
priest was ready to offer his benediction : « el ite misa est »,
when within the following few moments the inexorable
ceremonial of the written formalities was about to be concluded
then, as I said,
and only then,
the hurricane unleashed its violence with rage, the incomprehensible
hurricane, and there stood still only the immoveable lucid eye,
separate, eminent, complete in its entire being, that by force of its
profundity had ascended to the exact point where it could
redeem its guilt,
the eye of reconciliation,
the eye of wisdom and suave serenity,
where the intact and silenced world sang
adorable and yet so beautiful without us,
necessary pretexts, notwithstanding, of its musical nature.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
plenitude, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I am trying to relate to the strategy of rhyme,
Using words to titillate from the droll to the sublime.
Do I write "a rime that scintillates" to describe a ghost
Of frost? I consult the information highway hosts
Who assimilate rhyme-chimes on internet dot coms,
Those prime verse doctors granting aid so poems do not bomb.
I'll create a word-dance show to equate a tango's flow,
So solitude and fortitude and quietude must glow!
These multitudes of disciplines provost my attitude;
Will you, for faulty demeanor, please grant me latitude?
My aptitude to mutilate (a crime I must not boast.)
Is like a marmalade of brine upon my morning toast.
I ventilate and, then, deflate my inmost certitude;
This grime will grow in plenitude, a naughty turpitude.
I'd rather ev'ry word I post would jubilate the coasts,
Mime the scent of thyme about each lyrical outpost.
This roast of rhyme will blow ego and have me eating crow
If I don't quickly disappear, you know, vamoose and go.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, June 10, 2014
Categories:
plenitude, poems, poetry, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
"Plenitude"
a full circle
centre point
the dream, it
swiftly approaches
through storms
walking on oceans
like devotion
bare feet take
glass surfaces
breaking
the vigil
for the mirror bleed
part of the waking
vessel displacement
passing over rough seas
through fiery
St Elmo tempest
glides Witchfire
on the wings
of an albatross angel
like mariner mystery
delivered
through
labyrinthine
forests reflecting
great depth
from the deepening
symbols like music
Hymn believed
to be seen
the way lit
by St David’s
candles
pinions stretched
like great alms
in the genuflect
a swollen offering
the breath billows
to tranquil tempest
leviathan
brought to its knees
gifted in the anointed reprieve
here the feeding
to undertow
inessential
the shallows
dissolving
in higher vibration
a full circle
centre point
the dream closes
a small sleep
then upon
mortal coil shuffling
the scales
weighed and shed
a new time of rising
a new time of waking
the fast broken
forget hesitation
take in the lost
words like wafers to host
on tongues never spoken
reprieve
plenitude
peace
the incomplete
complete
the circle not broken
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
plenitude, muse, mystery, symbolism,
Form:
Narrative
I cast my gaze heavenwards
To a place where the love angels dwell
I can't see you, but hear my words
And my heart desires as well
She placed her heart on a platter
Not for me to consume nor to savour
But to keep ahold and cherish forever
Yet, shower upon a sheer ardour
Dear love angels hear my plea
Life changes like a quicksilver
I know not tomorrow, though I see
But I yearn to keep her forever
Quell my worries, my fears too
I'm possessed with ardour
If I lose this jewel, I'd be a fool
And ridded of heavenly favour
Would you rather plume out now
Perchance I'll see your celestial visage
As you clad in a holy alabaster gown
And set your ear towards my message
Bless me with plenitude of wealth
So I can give her a paradise
And from all quarters of the earth,
Pluck her the treasures of life
Categories:
plenitude, cute love, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue