Best Profuse Poems
Still in love,
with his eyes, he asks
(as the moon asks the earth)
for a dance, spinning
to music only we can hear.
Two become one in song,
as in the infancy of marriage -
newlyweds who danced, all for love.
With his eyes, he asks
(as the river asks the grass)
for a hand to hold, swaying
side-by-side over ages
of profuse weeds thick with lace,
and the sunflowers nearby droop
late in season, heavy with seed.
Before first snow, it is time
to teach our children to dance.
Love, we have learned, will carry on.
Still in love,
with my heart, I reply
(as the cherry blossoms answer the wind)
in a twirl of my floral skirt, growing
young again with a twinkle of hazel
skies shone bright in my eyes
and in a familiar smile.
He feels my warmth without seeing my face,
our union completed without words.
And so, we dance
from wedding day kiss and
one day, into bliss of heavenly light
(as the universe dances, eternally).
I write him a poem to thank him
for creating music with his love,
only our feet recognize.
Still joined in life, souls flow
through green, through our limbs,
down into our roots -
a dance to last through sun and storm,
feet in time forevermore,
all because he asked,
and still, I love him.
Written 3/25/17
Categories:
profuse, dance, happiness, love, marriage,
Form:
Verse
Oops, It was an Accident
I accidentally let one loose
on a blind date with a guy named Bruce.
We went to the movies on that fateful day
happily carrying our snacks on a tray.
We settled down in our comfy seat
all ready to enjoy this special treat.
Things were proceeding oh so well
with popcorn, hot dogs, banana split with caramel,
when suddenly my stomach began to rumble,
and to my dismay, gurgle and grumble.
In fear, I felt the gases build up
like a once dormant volcano about to erupt.
Then helplessly, I had to just let it loose;
oh my gracious, the stench was profuse!
Mortified I wanted to drop to my knee,
but played possum so none would suspect it was me.
People started shouting such gross obscenities,
and hollering out unmentionable profanities.
One voice declared that something had died;
another indignantly wanted the stinker identified.
Someone suggested the skunk should be drowned;
I wanted to flee, but I dared not turn around.
So quietly I sat unknown in the dark cinema,
as poor Bruce wondered aloud if someone had been given an enema.
My heart boomed forth just like a doom-drum,
I prayed no other foul odor would escape my guilty bum.
But like a clan of skunks, it lingered and stunk,
I was so afraid folks would figure out who’d made that funk.
Thankfully I was saved from public disgrace
as ushers armed with spray cans fogged up that whole place.
Gratefully I sighed, relieved that my crime
had not been traced back to me by show time!
07-09-2018
Contest: I Accidentally Let One Loose
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Placement: 1st
Categories:
profuse, anxiety, hilarious, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
Soon after the sky had shed her liquid sorrow
When dark clouds quickly vanished
It turned immaculate, spotlessly blue.
As the cosmic hiss subsided
And the wind withdrew to its unknown hideout,
There was a hush- the hush that follows,
As the priest concludes his spirited sermon.
In that quiet, when dream and life coalesced
I saw the leaves trembling in the cold
Dragonflies performing a ballet in the air
Their wings catching glints of sunlight
Spiders moving round crystal studded webs,
Repairing the broken filaments of their gossamer
And birds from trees taking off into the sky
Enjoying a pervasive sense of peace
And my heart soaked in pure mirth
Humming the lyrics of a half forgotten song
I walked down through cobbled paths
Feeling the wetness beneath my feet,
To savor the beauty of Nature,
Newly bathed in the profuse vernal shower.
Suddenly the light blazoned,
Giving a golden glow to the leaves
And the suspended rain drops,
Glittered like sparkling gems.
Mesmerized by the beauty of the scene
There wobbled shiny silver droplets of joy
In my eyes too, struggling to be spilled out!
Resubmitted for 2022 Marathon Mile.No.15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
Placed Sixth
April.6. 2022
A Brian Strand Premier Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Categories:
profuse, beauty, environment, rain,
Form:
Free verse
How easily the words roll off my tongue
when decisions become too hard to make.
Even then, I only admit them to myself.
Sometimes I get confused, indecisive,
and hesitate in moments filled with doubt.
If only I had more confidence in myself
I would trust my voice not to stutter,
and maybe my heart wouldn't flutter
when you come so near to me.
Sometimes I turn and walk away
instead of smiling when I feel you there.
Sometimes I wonder
if there could ever be a you and me..
If only I could get past being so shy
Maybe, just once, I could look you in the eye
instead of lowering my head and walking by.
Maybe my life wouldn't seem so bleak.
If only I had the courage to stop in the hall
and find something to talk about.
Am I weak? Sometimes, I am.
If only, maybe, sometimes, and I'll add 'what if,'
I admit I use them as lame excuses.
my thoughts are profuse, and cluttered
with the 'what ifs' I only dream about.
I believe my alibis are lies,
but what if I remove the mask I wear
to hide the things I'd rather not see?
Maybe then I'd be more content with life.
If only my pounding heart remained silent
long enough to rid me of this fear.
Maybe I'd find the courage to be free
so you could see the real me.
If only...
August 4, 2020
Contest by Silent One
If only, maybe, sometimes
Categories:
profuse, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Verse:
Calamity, atrocity...
Lord, if you please,
we need a little help.
Monstrosity, ferocity...
Here on our knees,
we pray for your strong Hand
To ease this pain, bring on the rain;
wash clean the scenes
of violence and abuse.
Nightmares and flares of hatred,
war and trafficking,
these days, are too profuse.
Chorus:
Set us free.
O Lord, we beg You, set us free
from the wickedness that strangles,
the temptations that it dangles;
this world's knotted up in tangles.
Set us free.
Verse:
We know you care; Your love for us
beyond compare;
we doubt You want our fall.
We've come so far, so many scars
show who You are;
please, harken to our call.
Humanity can do so much,
but so much still seems
way beyond our reach.
We've gotten ourselves in this mess,
we do confess;
Your help we now beseech.
Chorus:
Set us free.
O Lord, we beg You, set us free
from the wickedness that strangles,
the temptations that it dangles;
this world's knotted up in tangles.
Set us free.
Verse:
I've never really asked before,
but I implore You
please, don't look away.
Help pave the way for all astray,
those lost, uncertain, in decay
and those who really
could not love You more.
Please make anew, this world askew,
' least clean it of its vile, foul debris.
Help plant the seeds of dignity,
of righteousness and unity
with hope, joy, peace, and love
always in view.
Chorus:
Set us free.
O Lord, we beg You, set us free
from the wickedness that strangles,
the temptations that it dangles;
this world's knotted up in tangles.
Set us free.
Set us free.
O Lord, we beg You, set us free.
Even though our struggle's real,
we can't deny Your presence here;
be ever with us, Lord, until
we are free.
Set us free.
O Lord, have mercy, hear our plea.
We won't give up, not giving in;
we'll keep on trucking to the end.
Oh, won't it be amazing when
each broken heart is on the mend,
and we are free?
~Jodie 2024
Categories:
profuse, faith, freedom, humanity, life,
Form:
Lyric
What folly is fancy free and footloose
Please don't be fooled, tis but a ruse
If you think about it you will deduce
Freedom's never free, you silly goose
Fancy free beneath a flag of truce?
Cling to liberties while still profuse
Avoid the ropes hanging from a spruce
Those knotted and dangling in a noose
Stay clear of those who tout fancy-free
and the falsehoods in what they decree
They complain and whine like a banshee
with an attitude to stubbornly disagree
You can take your Debbie Downer attitude
stuff it if you think you've been screwed
Don't enter contests. You're not pursued
to write if you don't have the apptitude.
Categories:
profuse, slam,
Form:
Monorhyme
As my youth goes yonder her beauty says to me yet, bet, yea,
in my mouth the word beautiful becomes a flavor of valor,
she likes to whisper moments of sad love & tender tragedy
into the ears of quiet poets as they trace the perfection of the Present
with quills dipped in the tails of comets destin for drama,
as you walk wantonly along trails her melody invites
she'll scorn with a question of why are you here with her
then the nails she sharpens with teeth of nurture
will attach One to a cross of commitment, a relic of costly consumption,
because she must have you
as a shadow must have a soul to follow
within the humiliation of Light,
as an owl finds comfort in the concealment of night,
so subtle in admission of affection
although profuse in protection of the Ones she charms,
sensitivity she cannot escape, always hurting to be an angel,
born to be a Princess with feet in mud and eyes on the stars,
deserving dreams of diamonds cast on diadems
while living to endure harsh humanity
an adequate lover her timeframe will accept,
quotes from adolescence she repeats romanticaly,
'Love me in the heat, love me on the ice,
defend me from the cheat, define me despite the price',
alone in her desire I am the champion of her fire -
J.A.B.
Categories:
profuse, beautiful,
Form:
Romanticism
Swamps are like places where dinosaurs roam
shadowed by ancient moss-draped trees.
A prehistoric world in shades of green.
I paddle my pirogue through algae foam.
Around me it's taciturn and serene
as I collect for whittling, cypress knees.
Fishermen, hunters, and I call it home.
Nature's garden profuse with wildflowers;
cattails and swamp iris in brown and blue.
An alligator, inert near the banks.
I sit and gaze at the beauty for hours.
For my primitive domain, I give thanks -
for the bass I caught, simmering in stew,
and for herbs I use for healing powers.
In the swamp, it's as if time has stood still.
Under lily pads there lurks big bullfrogs
hiding from herons and the egret.
I can hear them calling out their trill.
Time in my cabin I never regret.
Life is peaceful in these foggy bogs.
I ready myself for night's misty chill.
Sinister snakes slither in shallow brine
and cling to low branches overhead,
trying to catch the last ray of sun.
I descry them while checking my line
then gather up moss, and when that's done,
I will stuff it inside my mattress bed.
Living in my swamp suits me just fine.
_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_
January 21st, 2016
Human Nature Contest
Sponsor: Marugu Mo
Categories:
profuse, life, nature,
Form:
Verse
In the hush of a fading twilight eve
Heard the passionate crooning of a dove
Under the eaves, it sat close to her love
What delight, that sound instantly gave
Sudden was the change it could impart
Brought forth a spurt of spontaneous delight
Lifting away all my sadness and regret,
It fell like rain into my lovelorn heart.
The heavens soon turned azure blue
In joy, my heart began to leap
It generated in me emotions too deep
Before me, all beauty came into view.
I saw pearls of bright sheen on trees,
Resting wobbly on the edge of leaves
Felt the scent of opening flowers,
Fanned in bouts of wind and breeze
Watched the evening covering in shrouds
And the day paving way to night
In darkness, fireflies dancing in delight
And the moon riding in the palanquin of clouds
In the open, I sat long like a sculptured figure
Breathing the scent of the perfumed air
Experiencing a new gaiety in profuse measure
My heart brimming with umpteen desire
Placed First.
A Strand( Dec.28) Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Categories:
profuse, beautiful, feelings, joy, missing
Form:
Rhyme
Noise in her Mind
I know her so well she came long ago to visit my being
we share beauty and bedlam boudoir and kindest of spirits
She walks like a cat woman hears like a bat feeds birds
quietly she soothes thunder’s volcano howls with the wolves
Klimt’s Kiss Vermeer’s Girl With Pearl Earring Botticelli’s Venus Degas’s
Dancer In Repose Fedro’s Much Better With Age she
absorbs pastel and paint strokes symphonies on canvas
so many facets big bangs and roaring giggling convulsions
Sometimes Woman Laughing from Goya’s dark paintings
a Broken Column like Kahlo’s when some Munch’s Scream
invades and infests silence deep inside her beautiful scull
Voices shout from profuse directions focus condense and
refract confront tease torment disagree and interfere with
calm serene serenades when a few notes tender chords
and accord vanish into cacophonies misleading the song
I know her so well admire her resilience and how she copes
with the noise the disruption and the ballet of so many
different views pandemonious clangour onslaught of turmoil
as she appears calm on the surface orchestrates quiet composure
How she holds it all together I cannot really fathom with all that
jumbling distance so close and yet so far from my innocent mind
My Venus Of Milo has taught me so much most of it all and over
above that imperfection is a wonderful gift and very complete
Categories:
profuse, love,
Form:
Free verse
I appreciate you asking me for a date
Would you believe you asked too late?
No? Well I have another excuse
A list of them that's quite profuse
I tripped and fell, breaking my nose
Now there's blood all over my clothes
I've absolutely nothing decent to wear
I haven't had time to wash my hair
I ate chocolate covered crickets
and that gave me goldarn rickets
I turned a shade of putrid green
so the doctor said I'm quarantined
Really, it's not that I don't wanna
but somehow I woke up in Tijuana
Perhaps at another time, maybe?
Right now I'm about to have a baby!
Categories:
profuse, nonsense,
Form:
Couplet
Hashish smoke trails her
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria
of horror nudging
the demonic
Sitters drenched
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t ‘ve clarified
Described as an arctic chill
bolting across the sector
through each limp body
claiming mortality
As icy temps rise
Hypothermia responsible!
for the fatality, for their demise
Latter days professing onto
recordings of a gathering that took place
confessing that a séance
performed by a mysterious woman
in a trance—was the case.
The
Moon is waxing
First quarter crescent
The beckoning begins
Nodding, gurgling
Opening realms unseen
to the naked eye
Madame
Mystic, psychic,
a beguiling storyteller
and Medium
Down in a cellar, along with a Ouija
volumes of her writings discovered
delving into société espirita
The Goldilocks of the occults
Esoteric subjects,
a burgeoning interest
Astral travels,
unexplained laws of nature,
powers latent in man
Madame channeled
ascended masters
The Voice of the Silence
The Two Paths
The Seven Portals
"gifts" from the specters
This time Madame stands
to receive between intervals
and only he is seated
Warning him of dark spirits
a dimension outside
of our physical time-space reality
shadowing, making absence
of light a necessity
To invoke them
another nod
Continues unabated
Reveal the truth!
By sacred decree, by order
Behind the phenomenon
details of schemes came to light
Denounced as Black Magic
she was no longer to fright
Marked as a fraud
it all a façade
The moon is waning
Third quarter
Categories:
profuse, gothic, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
LIFE’s INTENTIONS
Across the field in wild proliferation
A multiplicity of forms abound
Not broad brush daubed impressionist collation
But gathering of beings, each one crowned
Every leaf each blade of grass with purpose showing
A will that shall maintain the form alive
From golden flower clock the seeds are blowing
All strive to bring persistence and survive
I see life spark contained within each one
Or is it mere organic chemistry
Or hand of God that draws a thread as spun
And weaves the cloth of every destiny
Explanations are profuse as man’s invention
Nonetheless I’ll not deny a clear intention
WHEREAS
Whereas I see no doubt of life’s intents
All forms self driven to perpetuate
Yet there’s another motive that I sense
That drives those entities to close relate
Each seen to be supportive of another
Although one instinct drives them to compete
While in their interaction as a brother
Contribute to conception more complete
Within a seemed consensual existence
Where help is given willingly or no
In endless reciprocity assistance
Our world proliferates, thus to bestow
The spectrum of creation, whence assigned
Bringing light and satisfaction to my mind
Categories:
profuse, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Terra cotta, craggy rocks
Scattered boulders, building blocks
In shades of sienna, ochre, buff
To form this high and hilly bluff
With sunlit ledges thin and wide
Place for hyraxes to sun and hide
Cerulean, azure, clearest blue
The cloudless sky that does imbue
Aquamarine lake, with cobalt tints
To gently ripple with sparkling hints
Of gleaming, flashy, silvery scales
With speckled bodies and stripy tails
Chartreuse, dappled, shades of green
Of forest, jade and so serene
Leafy, verdant canopy high
With soft and breezy, gently sigh
While down below in shades of lime
Fragrant flowers so sublime
Scented blossoms in fuchsia flush
And ripening berries in magenta blush
And poppies scarlet, crimson reds
Among saffron yellow daisy heads
With tangerine buds on sage green stems
And luminous violets these little gems
While in the distance, misty rose
Of lavender mountains in repose
Against a background, lilac-puce
And threadlike clouds not yet profuse
Blending into salmon pink
As the sun begins to sink
Plain glass inside the window frame
Now stained with colors of fiery flame
The last rays of sunlight on the glass
In incandescent reflecting rays of brass
And the ethereal golden radiance of day
Passing into evening’s own bouquet
Categories:
profuse, inspirational, life, nature, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
*Image of Kaleidoscope In Blue by Giphy.
When The Blues Are Fun
You consume the whole of me constantly,
Fair drafts ensure flight of our loyal tryst,
Though all known plans bear out uncertainty,
Our center grants said goals to be unmissed.
A misty vineyard drips of subtle dew,
And swells our noble chalice soberly,
Till such, we seal all promises won true,
Our profuse veins sip fortuitously.
Heaven embraces what Earth put apart,
Relished values carried by moral wings,
Sound valor our cultures nobly impart,
Adopted rivalries temptation brings.
Glorious when the twain of us was one,
Our intrepid tales, nonetheless, homespun.
2019 November 28
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND FORMAL
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 12
*3rd Place*
2019 best sonnet
~~John Hamilton: Judged 2019 December 16
*3rd Place*
Best Friend Sonnet
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2019 December 22
Categories:
profuse, childhood, friendship, life,
Form:
Sonnet