Best Query Poems
“Tell me, what it is you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
[The Summer Day ~ Mary Oliver]
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I plan to travel far and wide
across the mountains, oceans deep.
The roaming wind will be my guide.
The gods will watch me from above
and fruit of wisdom help me reap.
My heart will taste the joy of love.
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Poetry Contest “Tell Me”
aba, cbc rhyme, 8 syllables per line
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed 4th
© paul callus 4th July 2016
Eyes Being Teary About a Query
Our eyes were worn out while being teary;
Then had looked round for another query,
Hesitating,
And contemplating
Try to discover what had been new theory.
Jim Horn
Trying To Make Up My Mind
Must find way to make up my mind,
Being curious, confident and kind;
Take peak;
God seek;
Look to future leaving past behind.
Waiting for Bible Study Group
Another week for this have been waiting;
Great Bible group seems so motivating;
Nice and near;
Willing to hear;
Christ and God to me can be captivating.
Bible group actions of Jesus will inact,
Who wonder about how we do react;
We cared;
They shared,
Each fact about Him had found intact.
Where
have the
poets gone?
Our Soup seems bland
and it's growing cold.
Might it be re-heated?
Activity is the stove
that warms it. To my vanished friends:
Is there something you want to tell me?
A reverse Nonet, written July 3, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich
for the contest of Judy Kono
Breaking free from regret and fear,
I will arise, my spirit soar,
and to the grace of God draw near.
To share with those who do not have,
a hug, a smile, a loaf of bread,
and words of hope, a healing salve.
7/4/16
For Nette Onclaud's "Tell Me" contest
Shall I but relish every song
Of laughter graced from folks I meet;
Those lifetime tunes that chime along.
The dreamer in me sparks a way
For cares and trials, far from harm
Believing that hope lilts each day!
Contest: Tell Me for Nette Onclaud
6.Jul.2016
“I do know how to pay attention,
how to stroll through the fields…
Tell me, what it is you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
---The Summer Day by Mary Oliver
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To follow my heart where it leads
enjoy happy moments of life,
Have simple living with good deeds.
To wipe the tears from others' lives
bestow them faith and end their strife,
Emerge as humane, my heart strives.
July 6, 2016.
TELL ME - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
aXa, bXb rhyme, 8 syllables per line
A Lover's Query
I cannot love thee any more , nor less
hast thou not thrilled to my nightly embrace
cried about sins I faithfully confess
in shock at my previous sinner's race?
Nay, fair lady think me not a high fool
a master of deceit that sells my charm
tormentor in words so very cruel
ruffian that scurries about to harm!
My lady, looks at me the cock that crows
that preens in the morning to please the Sun
strutting, pleasing your eyes as our love grows
do you speak soft and I come on a run?
Do we not share this secret lover's bond?
Secret nights of which you are very fond?
Robert J. Lindley 08-25-2014
select all_feelings
from the_center_of_your_heart
where my_name_rings = true;
*formatted as functioning SQL query*
The wife was as drunk as a skunk
When she bumped into a young punk
Before he knew it
She simply blew it
Is that what they call a "Slam Dunk"?
Love is my only mission.
Is this my last love?
Should I know?
wriiten for
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name Quinzaine Again
Cracks teacher's query.
Blue eyed girl smiles at me; bliss
bells ring in my heart.
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Date - 20th September 2016
“I do know how to pay attention,
how to stroll through the fields…
Tell me, what it is you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
- Mary Oliver's The Summer Day
In my spring I was a bit wild.
Though tamer in my summer years,
my heart remained that of a child.
Through my fall, I'll live happily
because I never can refuse
the fun-loving girl inside me.
Written July 6, 2016 for the Tell Me Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
A cardinal’s perched on a limb
alert on a branch long fallen
from the poplar I’d planned to trim.
But I never planned to receive
a red bird bright in front of me—
a gift so stark and soon to leave.
July 6, 2016
for Tell Me Contest
can you tell me ...
where have true hearts gone -
bosoms that heave
with thrums of passion and mystery?
could it be these antediluvian
eyes are just shortening shadows -
daubing change and momentum with
the dark shades of what was?
I yearn for a kindred soul
of that rare ilk -
one I could offer up a word to
in appreciation, who would need that
word ONLY to swim my intent …
a breath of "moon" to such
would bring a dreamy sparkle to the eye …
the word "ocean" would conjure
a tender smile and soft glint ...
to but whisper "kiss"
would effect a sensing sigh
and an immortal, faraway gaze
of a depth unconquered.
I plunge every ephemeral eye
that meets mine of late
yet that spark -
that knowing, congeneric gleam -
is not to be found.
have the modern concerns
drowned our fires?
does this world spin too fast for
those flames to light?
oh, please say it is not so -
that I am mistaken …
for it is the foolish hope of finding it
that still quickens my step ...
and my heart.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Choose Your Own Title Volume 7, Songs - Any Form" Poetry Contest, Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
* I used song number one (#1) "Bliss" by Alpha 9 - it brought these things to mind. *
true love asks what about you instead of first asking what about me