Best Re Entered Poems
Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow! a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again.
Smell my seared wool going down the drain.
Ba, ba, blackishly wishing I was right as rain.
Words accessed by my fingertips
help to quicken my sheepish heartbeat
Yet I bang on my keyboard, DELETE, DELETE!
Ripping out digital scores, sheet by sheet.
Never once listening to what other sheep bleat.
Instead I feel my brain draining
as my barnyard thoughts are straining
I can’t translate what they’re saying.
It sounds to much like blah blah complaining.
I’m watching you fake shepherd boy,
black sheep never sleep
into the darkness we’re destined to creep.
Sad sadistic secrets you’ve burdened us to keep
So we push our charred thoughts way down deep,
as we travel paths dangerous and steep.
Within the silence of the lambs,
you devilishly relish hearing us weep.
While I admire fleece as white as snow.
I’m not inclined to go where those sheep go.
Their path leads to your fictional rainbow.
They’re not safe just because they travel slow.
The True Shepherd wouldn’t lead them to and fro
I listen to my uneasy queazy feeling
and exit your proverbial row.
I wish I could stop them too
but, ba ba ba, to the slaughter they go.
For Wow Me Poetry Contest entered August 26, 2019.
Written August 21, 2019
Re-entered in John Hamilton’s N/A contest
Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!
And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.
You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!
Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!
You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
... No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave... that is the question!
I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.
Yet I had left.
Why...?
One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.
Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.
Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.
The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.
You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.
I dreamed a dream of you.
As moonshine hangs low casting light afar
with orange beams rippling on true hearts pressed;
surrounding a line of pure, coupled stars
while fingers hunger for love, possessed ...
oh, can there be a scene like this more blessed?
If life could pluck hours, let my age withdraw
come love, for we have boat rides more to row.
And as sunrise prays with the mountaintop
lapping against clear fog the prairies keep...
just there, dawn sprinkles on each dewdrop
waking the calm of a morn from its sleep
how can a day hold glory half as deep?
And if breaths could grasp ripples of life’s glow
come dream with me, for we have years to sow!
Contest of Laura Loo:
Rhyme Royal form
Re- entered 2/23/2018
In Tune With Nature
Amidst flowers, butterflies and bees,
enjoy sitting under the trees
The breeze blows gently whistling all the way,
leaves shiver softly in tune
with birds in the background
Listen intently to the music of nature,
lush sounds in sweet cadence,
baring its all in such magnificent stature
of soulful providence
sunbeams dance with joy
silent willowwacks gleam bright ~
whippoorwill trills loud
09.16.2020
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge, nature - four in one" contest
Re-entered for Constance La France's "N poems, new or old contest"
Gently…
lamp posts call me,
to sleep on rainfall’s quilt
as dewdrops, to misty stardust
calm breath.
..............
For Rick Parise: Old or New 8 line MAX
Re-entered 10/3/2016
At mothers’ knees, let children learn
of simple kindness; let us turn
away from hate and love with ease.
Let children learn at mothers’ knees.
In word and deed, let men be wise.
Their actions seen by children’s eyes
can change our world, and this we need!
Let men be wise in word and deed.
In every place, the Golden Rule
needs to be taught - at home; in school!
Imagine if we lived with grace
the Golden Rule in every place!
To just be kind - it's not so hard.
Nobody should be living scarred
by vicious acts or be maligned.
It's not so hard to just be kind.
April 18, 2019 for Carol Connell's "Swap Meet" Poetry Contest
#7 Theme chosen: Kindness
Re-entered for having a mistake in the first version.
Re-entered with edited title
Like a complex computer is your brain.
Like A. I., always it’s adapting and changing too.
However, being human, it’s hard to train
traditions and old feelings out of you.
If you’re normal, you’ve got a hard drive
that’s probably a little stuck, and that’s okay!
New software helps you out, but since around age five,
your computer’s wanted to stay a certain way!
The screen you show the world reflects the things
that make you who you are, and there are few
who change their hard drive even when life brings
amazing technology (experiences) to you.
Hard-wired in many ways you’ve been since birth
for the ways that you respond to good and bad.
Childhood is tied up greatly to your self-worth
and to the things that make you glad or sad.
You might not like what other folks can see
on your screen (reflections of the authentic you).
Some can hide those things, but eventually
certain things that trigger you show the world what’s true.
Mighty changes can be wrought through God and prayer,
but if you are really satisfied with what
the “real you” looks like, just love yourself, for there
is little doubt – good and caring people can trust their gut!
May 16, 2023
For Unseeking Seeker's Screen Of Awareness Poetry Contest
How my hands, in prayer, trace your face
Among a lattice of night stars
To bestow true devotion's grace
As kisses of yesteryears charm my breath...
That I hum our familiar lullaby,
And In return, you call to ask if all's well
On this day of love, as I clutch the same roses...
Ambrosial, crisp, the way you'd arrange them
From our garden lush as passion blue--
That thoughts gentle as moonlight
Speak for two while my fingers note down
Love's eternal reveries , the languid memoirs
Of twilight's passage from your shadow's goodbye:
Yet, for odd and even numbers of each hour,
I dare cherish...to walk this path with you.
Contest of Line Gauthier: A Stunner 2017
Re-entered 3/13/2018
They say I wait for you
Didn’t they see me vying
for another look at you
as they shut the oak wood casket.
They say I wait for you
But know that they are lying.
I don't save space on our bed for you
Just that, that side is sagged under your weight
They say I wait for you
I’m crazy, are they implying?
I don't launder clothes for you
Just that a half-full load isn't environmentally great.
They say I wait for you
That truth I am denying.
I don't set the dinner place for you
Just love how your plate matches my plate.
They say I wait for you
Why do they come here, prying?
To stare like I'm talking to the specter of you
Don’t they know you dozed off just after you ate?
Written on 05/10/2016
Re-entered for: Contest 'Denial' by Julia Ward
It is autumn; my mind goes drifting
like wisps of dandelion fluff
which I wished on long ago
after spring’s sun-gold heads
vanished from the grass.
All I recall
is gone; now
all is
fall.
Written Aug. 23, 2019
for Caren Krutsinger's Autumn Or September Or October Nonet Poetry
N/A and never re-entered in another Contest
Now used for John Hamilton's 'N-A rerun 3' Poetry Contest
How the deceit in his eyes blinds like ash,
It clings to me in deafening silence
As I wail aloud only the moonlight hears...
This lesion from summers ago comes, blunt
That now whenever dusk burns a flame
I review embers of memories crackling
Within a buried voice...raging, raging
Like an explosive, thin gas that devours
All the coal within my scorched plight...
But then, his fraudulent gaze now heals my heart.
Re-Entered: 9/21/2016
100 in a ROW CONTEST: For PD A
Spreading the good news
Spreading the kindness
Kindness keeps spreading
Kindness heals rascals
Rascals were lying
Rascals and the pope
Pope and Cardinals
Pope re-entered Rome
Rome the papal territory
Rome the city of roman religion
Religion has no office hours
Religion as a set of an ‘unseen’ being
Being a light to others
Being Christian is more than being good
Good name as a personal integrity
Good progress that grows hopeful
Hopeful to have time for others
Hopeful for the kind of love
Love of God and love of neighbor
Love is patient
Patient means being peaceful
Patient means being merciful
Merciful and being considerate
Merciful God
God hides inside you
God as the Holy Spirit
Holy Spirit is God’s power in action
Holy Spirit has nine fruits
Fruits of gentleness
Fruits of faithfulness
Faithfulness being “divine persuasion”
Faithfulness means commitment
Commitment requires faithfulness
Commitment requires self-sacrifice
Self-sacrifice is an altruistic abstinence
Self-sacrifice is akin to self-denial
Self-denial is also self-abnegation
Self-denial leads to self-improvement
Self-improvement must remove old habits
Self-improvement in Christianity
Christianity as a religion based on beliefs
Christianity based on the teachings of Jesus
Jesus chose to suffer on the cross
Jesus ascended to heaven
Heaven as the throne of God and the holy angels
Heaven as the abode for the righteous dead in the afterlife
Afterlife as a contrast to the belief in “oblivion after death”
Afterlife as a continuation of existence in a spiritual realm
Realm…
Death…
05.28.16
They watched as he was taken away in the night,
They ran away, though some would follow his plight.
Taken to a trial that was ever so crude,
Taken to a prison to be beaten and treated so rude.
Sentenced to die in the most hideous way,
Sentenced to the horrors that would befall him that day.
Long was the walk to that place on the hill,
Long was his time of suffering, submitting to their will.
The sky cried its tears and thundered its breath,
The sky screamed aloud at the time of his death.
Taken down and put in his mother's loving arms,
Taken down now, the world would forever remember this harm.
Entombed was his body, wrapped in haste,
Entombed was his body, laid away now to fall into waste.
That first day of the week His light re-entered the world,
That first day of the week, the head cloth lay aside and curled.
It was a day He should still have been dead,
It was a day, the angel told them, "HE IS RISEN, AS HE SAID" !
When hope shines out from a blue canopy,
there's something magical about the day!
My soul is filled with sweet felicity
when hope shines out from a blue canopy.
The world seems brighter. Look about; you’ll see
the birds and bees and butterflies at play!
When hope shines out from a blue canopy,
there's something magical about the day!
A sapphire sheet becomes the sky at night
as magic of this happy day extends.
A canopy adorned with flecks of light -
a sapphire sheet becomes the sky at night.
Bright stars: I wish I may, I wish I might
have all my dreams come true before night ends!
A sapphire sheet becomes the sky at night
as magic of this happy day extends.
HM for a contest at Soup back in 2011
Now used May 4, 2019
for Richard Lamoureux's the 'Honourable Mentions worth mentioning. ' Poetry Contest
Background story:
As I looked through my HM's to find one to enter in this contest, I found several that I felt were some of my best poems; however, they had won a placement at least in one other contest here at Soup, so I wanted to find a poem I really liked that had never placed with anything other than HM. Of all my HM's that were re-entered in other contests, this one stood out to me. It got not only an HM, but also two NA's. I believe the other contests I entered it in were standard contests not asking for new poems. I had worked hard to make each stanza bright and uplifting to fit the original theme of "hope." None of the contests it had been entered into required strict rules about form, etc., so I have felt puzzled as to why it has not fared better. I will let you, Richard, be the judge if it is worthy of recognition better than HM or NA from you.
The Dance of Spring
Flower fairies love to dance
When Spring brings budding romance
Midst vivid floral display
In their element they grace the day.
Cute princesses of the ball
They dance from dawn till nightfall
Flitting flower to flower
Fairies possess a superpower.
Dressed up in the hue and scent
Of blossoms they represent
Flower fairies dance and sing
For the fascination of the Spring.
21st March 2022
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Contest: Lind30 Rhyme
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Judged : 13th April 2022
Received - N/A
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Re-entered for the new contest - 9th October 2022
Your Second Chance 2nd Submission: Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet