Best Professed Poems
I want to merge with this old Yew,
To travel through its rings of time.
Back when it's sprout had just begun
Near Blarney's river so sublime.
Where ivy climbs the castle walls,
A quaint sized foot bridge leads to where,
The old strong Yew still charms today
As autumn chills with crisp clean air.
I felt compelled to climb it's limbs
To sit embraced by its sweet love.
To its spirit, in whispered voice,
I then professed the same thereof.
How strong that memory still keeps
As other trees I've come to know
Bless me with their cool umbrella,
I see that Yew in vigil glow!
© Connie Marcum Wong
I once thought that my life was so good,
but I was wrong, I must have misunderstood.
It was a mirage, it was not really there.
I felt wiped clean, exposed, totally bare.
The love, that was professed to be there,
was gone, forever lost, found nowhere.
The person that I thought was my biggest fan
turned out to sadly be, not much of a man.
All of the loving names that I had come to be,
were wiped away, "a nothing" was the one left to me.
I never thought that I would or could ever see,
this man, my love", try to destroy me.
Ugly words, accusations, ridiculous lies,
I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.
I struggled, I broke down, I was crushed, by the pain.
I learned that I would never be able to trust again.
But I knew that I had to fight back someway, somehow,
I had to defend myself and I had to do it now!
I gathered every bit of strength that I had,
to try to rethink things, turn the good to bad.
So we could meet on level ground,
fight fire with fire, I was no longer going to be pushed around.
He was a brave man when other people could see,
I saw the real man, a coward, standing in front of me.
I found more goodness, more character deep within me,
than the self professed " heavy hitter", would ever see.
The horrible experience finally came to an end,
I had learned that my resolve must never again bend.
When the dust cleared I don't think he expected to see,
the last one standing was "a nothing", the name he had given me.
Romantic Reflections
Gone now are those halcyon days,
Days we spent by sunny shore.
You are gone now and in my haze,
Reflections make me miss you more.
I hear a song you used to hum;
Words burning bright in memory
Lead to tear drops that softly come
As cloudy skies let raindrops flee.
Each week the roses you would bring
Endeared such joy within my heart.
Love you professed meant everything,
A love from which we'll never part.
"Tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose
And grief yet flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows"
In winter of my life I know
I live alone in our abode,
Yet my romantic feelings grow
In all the love our seeds have sowed.
May 7, 2021
Choose Your Form Contest ~ First Place~
Sponsor: Joseph May
*The beautiful bold faced stanza was written by Joseph May for his contest.
'ALL YOURS(May 21)' Contest ~First Place~
Sponsor: Brian Strand
It started with a sniffle one March morn’
When on my car that telltale film appeared
And I knew well this coat it had not worn
For overnight the gleam had disappeared
The grasses and the grains had sprung to life
A tease from leprechauns I do suspect
So thick this film I’d need a carving knife
To find that pristine wax now olive flecked
The wheezing, sneezing found its way to me
As in spring air the pollen count raged strong
Though I’d professed to be allergy free
Friends had predicted this might come along
A strong immune will carry just so far
For late in life hay fever can be born
And not again will I wax my white car
Till fall’s first frost has kissed summer’s last corn
His hair online
Looked divine, so
To dine, she went.
She’d been misled
And with dread, saw
His head was bald.
What a bad dish.
Her fond wish was
Catfish instead!
*catfished (a fairly new term for those who don't know of it)
Being deceived over facebook as the deceiver professed their romantic feelings to his/her victim, but isn't who they say they are.
And still she smiles
Even in this darkness, her darkness,
when a moonless sky
preaches fear from a pulpit of shadows
pointing elongated fingers
and walls crumble
into a rubble strewn alleyway
with graffiti issues, spray painted threats
on frantic facades dripping. . .
common sense
hides in sealed envelopes
addressed but not delivered
to neighborhoods in need
while self professed wanderers
linger on sidewalks of
washed out hopscotch scenes
by a raincloud that never seems to stop
Her beauty shines
in effervescent streams
illuminating a photograph, poetry
and a kind word from quivering lips
caressing my eyes
in watercolor enchantments
and pastel pleasures,
showing me it is not what, but who. . .
for this darkness is hers,
weighted thoughts on soft shoulders
binding wrists in tethered worries,
draining dreams from casted wishes
and as regrets rip at the fabric,
folding seams in crooked stitches,
her heart continues to outrun the pain
and still she smiles, for me
God sent His only Son to Earth to bring
Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony.
Free will forbade that he should force
The Truth on world that would not see.
For thirty years Christ labored here,
With His clear message from above.
Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
Will come when Man has learned to love.
Betrayed by one professed as friend,
Christ died upon the cruel tree.
The only charges they could press
Were Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony.
Christ died, but then He did not die
And His bright light still lights the way
To Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
If we live and love in His pure way.
April 20/13
For Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony contest
When you were you, and I was I
And starlight spilled from midnight sky
When sunlight flared and passion dared
We bathed in love, THAT you and I
When you were you, and I was I
And truth was truth and not a lie
When promise made was promise kept
We lived the dream, THAT you and I
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When you were true and love was new
And passion blessed like morning dew
When you professed your love would last
Who knew your words would prove untrue
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When you were you, and I was I
And kisses notes of lullaby
When love was deep and love was dear
We sailed the clouds, THAT you and I
When you were You, and I was I
And romance brought a deep felt sigh
When sweetest grace lit up your face
We danced all night, THAT you and I
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When you were true and love was new
And passion blessed like morning dew
When you professed your love would last
Who knew your words would prove untrue
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When you were you, and I was I
Alas, Alas, do tell me why?
The pleasure’s gone, remains the sigh
THAT you has changed, and so must I
Eileen
Brother,you were a human torch
in a melanchonic orbit
of undefined wars
Now you are a pentagram star
mystical and magical
Pouring light and love
from a happier place
from behind heaven doors
Not so distant though worlds afar.
Through each verse and every stanza
you are.
Like Tolkien,your middle earth
was always the unknown,
Your soul has found its home.
A sculptor of word
A weaved tapestry of artistry
A collage of emotions,a performer
A treasure of memories
Our souperstar.
An archaic poet,a self-professed geek
A rhymer you are
playing on our heart strings
with a honey toned acoustic guitar.
Must ve'been an optical illusion
I saw you getting near
I 'm sure I've heard your laughter
sweet echoing my ear;
But I know it cannot be ,
Through faith We face reality.
Our God himself descended
To his word We adhere
He held you a bit closer
and wiped away each tear,
He raised you to his land
with a loving hand,
We'll miss you dear friend,
But We understand...
Till we meet again
Alive in our hearts you stand.
Till then,Protect Us dear Chan.
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A Tribute
for you Chan Hurst
The Archaic Poet .
Fly with the Angels.
love born ‘neath star sequins
a hand extended and life’s slow dance begins
confidential whispers exchanged
vows professed on a sun-kissed beach
eternity held in promises
leaping dolphins revel in joy
and they return when azure skies beckon the first-born’s toes to touch the ocean
when the family erects sandcastles while waves lap the shore
when the birds have left the nest as autumn fog covers the sea
when aging lovers see sunset casting a pink aura on lazy clouds
when the final glimmer of light surrenders to celestial curtains
until the surviving spouse emits a sigh in the solitude of darkness
*Entry for Nik Kulik's “Darn, I Wish I Wrote Whis” Contest
A Montague. A Capulet.
‘Twas at a masquerade they met.
Two strangers caught each other's eyes
as strains of love began to rise.
Upon a courtyard balcony,
amidst the angst of family,
‘twas there the pair professed love's need -
though Kismet's kiss would intercede.
Alas, the banes of passion bleed -
resolving gest through tragedy.
The foils of fate singed hot as coals
yet death would reunite their souls.
Two hearts in heaven overflow -
One Juliet. One Romeo.
But her glass was more empty than full;
Romeo left her a burden to pull.
In the amber swirls she saw despair.
‘Twas then his dagger she did snare.
Here in a dark and lonely tomb,
she was a bride and he, her groom.
She could not live without him;
it would make her life too grim.
Sad and crying, which way to turn?
She felt the dagger’s sharp blade burn,
As it slipped into her chest,
all the while her love she professed.
Soon her love appeared again
amidst heaven’s lush green glen.
Star-crossed lovers now shine at night;
look at the sky and follow their light.
*Entry for Catie’s “And with a Sip” contest
Words are not enough,
Alphabets strung in uncertainty,
Speech slurred in disbelief,
Love endlessly professed,
Lacking in action or substance,
Intentions of the heart,
Inexpressible by vocabulary,
Pledges frustrated by timelines,
Lofty dreams built with bricks of vapour,
Visions written on sand,
Children of promise orphaned by unfulfillment,
In foster care of compromise,
Doubt takes up tenancy,
Sin, its landlord.
Grace grants clemency,
Faith offers a new lease,
Adopted by rectitude,
Shut doors avert imminent destruction,
Redirecting the path to destiny,
Visions conceptualized begin to materialize,
Pipe dreams turn reality,
Old debts reconciled,
The hearts intent,
Superseded by divine counsel,
Love endures its rule,
Substantiated by fidelity,
After all said and undone,
Words alone are not enough.
I am aware that words will never suffice
We stand desparately
One in front of the other
Your face blemished with tears
So what did you do?
Asked the me, I once was
What will you do?
Begged the me, I shall become
What are you doing?
I urged myself
I stepped towards her and wrapped her in my arms
I had no words to offer
So I gave myself instead
My gift to her
A presence
I held the love of my eternity as she shed her grief
In my silence I professed my love for her
In my silence I revealed to her God's comfort
Two ladies named Jan and named Lin
professed a forgivable sin
they cornered a dragon
wrung her in a flagon
and gave her away as cheap gin
The old dragon's name was Jooling
who had a habit of drooling
she couldn't stay dry
on ground or in sky
around her urine kept pooling
The ladies had had quite enough
The dragon smelled like bad stuff
so after they did drain her
to cement they did chain her
and threw her sad stench off a bluff
Into the ocean dragon fell
on hitting water she did melt
The girls were relieved
at what they'd achieved
and glad to be rid of the smell
They went on to gain great success
without all that putrefied mess
their poetry was renowned
no matter where it was found
The dragon's now fish food they guess