Best September 29 Poems
rain dance
Evil takes his victory lap
while ashes like confetti fall.
But demons stay their hands mid-clap,
now doubting they’ve won, after all...
For on the charred and war-stained sands,
Hope, in pink galoshes stands.
September 29, 2019
Make IT Six Contest
Picture #4
Joseph May, Sponsor
you carve your words precisely
like a master does a flawless diamond
infuse your images on the head of a pin
not a letter wasted
you who
speaks from deeper within
with every new write
never one or one hundred reads suffices
each new recite reveals something new
grabs the readers heart
and we the better for it
you are the poet writes
like the brush of Van Gogh
his emotions vibrant in every stroke
every painting a work of genius
in your poetry
we find that pearl
hidden too deep for the diver
now opened and revealed
blinded by its light we see
what was once previously
invisible
now!
transparent
like the gentle prophet
you sew and lay a carpet
that sensitizes us
from the very bottom of our awareness
to the peak of our understanding
it is LOVE that enshrines your words
you!
the fabled unicorn
we
the fortunate
that by your cause
confirms
our childhood dreams
DO exist
september 29 2015
armand
Alone, beneath the skies of sunset wine,
infuse me with your golden minutes’ keep -
break the cloudy mantle’s mood so dreary,
subdue the winds to flutes of airy sweep
imbibing rays of crimson-orange hues,
inebriate to liberate dull senses seized -
fly away! those murky flocks of gray no longer moody
a consequence of sweet relief received.
Susan Ashley
September 29, 2020
(December 21, 2019)
Shattered and battered by the inequities of life
Dark nights hindered shrouding luminous skies
In a childhood that missed the thrill of playgrounds
And adulthood that ran a solo sprinter’s marathon,
Crossing continents on pedagogic visions of joy
When testimonials of knowledge bestowed wings to fly;
And there I landed far from where nothing was
And molded its shape into works of arts and crafts
From humble sketches outlined in the grains of sand—
In prairies of essence now a happy abode stands.
September 29, 2019
Placed 1st: Story of my life in ten lines poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
In dampened blur of violet dawn
as angels’ weep did touch upon
a mourner’s shoulders mist enshroud -
to soften edges gauzy haze
that hug around these painful days
and mellow memories endowed
in sacred stillness of time gone.
In silent water droplets clear
is beauty precious every sphere
collecting on the silvern spires
midst leaf and scented lavender
reminding me of when we were
devoted in our love’s desires -
each flower holds a lost love tear.
Susan Ashley
September 29, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Your Choice Flower Verse, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
gently beaming just above
you tempt me with your glowing charm
and stir within these thoughts of love
while sending softly fear’s alarm.
and on this late October eve
with chill of autumn in the air
while in the shadows soft you weave
a decadence, with face so fair.
your softness shown and love implied
that tangles softly round my flesh
while baiting passions far and wide
I can’t resist your lunar mesh.
surrounded by this tempting glow
as golden hue caresses skin
my wanton passions overflow
a captive of this carnal sin.
now my resistance growing weak
with tempting beauty glowing bright
she leaves me so I cannot speak
this mistress of the autumn night.
September 29, 2019
Autumn unreeled
Forests shaken hollow
settling
like shipwrecked beauty
Tree masts of moss
Colourful mobs of decay
unspooling
Last strands of conceit
Rag tag laurels
capsized
casual drift of sacrifice
Diced leaves of October,
change
that drains potency
Resplendent wreckage
An unraveling season
faint
in slim, silvered light
Outcomes unavoidable
with fertility plundered
Gold leaf patches
fallen
treasures washed overboard
a trail of flotsam
in the lost ego of summer
Ragged contortion
in sea-water cold
in a quiet that marks
transition
Poem composed: Spring 2020
(Revised September 29th, 2022)
Some folks who got lost
took a road that had no signs
and found each other.
Poem of the day on 10-1-2017
September 29, 2017
Placed 2nd: Standard contest #195 by Brian Strand
A great Blue Heron
The park behind our house recently redone
And a Great Blue Heron has discovered fish
I saw the heron standing in tattered wings
Like a tattered skirt and tattered grass
I wonder, what scissors have cut them all?
A graceful neck, curved at crest
Ready to catch and strike when hungry
Strolling around the pool to snatch a fish
And sup on the fine supply.
Oh, what riches, thinks the Heron
What a delectable dinner
Among the tall grass, a stop to dine.
Oh, Heron, teach me to stand alone
Without hunchback’s coat on one feet
Show me how to bend my legs
Teach me how to swallow without chewing
Show me how to puff down into a secret
So that only those who know me can find me.
Teach me how to open wings of six feet span
Unexpected and perfect, a crone in the sky.
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September 29, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Seventh Place win
Contest : Animal by Regina
You walk through my thoughts
With the same sure-footed command
You walked through the house.
Your pitter-patter of feet
Pounds like a drum in my head.
No bowl in your special corner
You thrive on the meat of my mind.
No wrinkles on my bed
Where your purring body slept
Just my heart, crumpled
By the weight of your absence.
Gold-green eyes
That flashed warmth like a smile
Now bring hot tears
To my eyes in remembrance.
My lap is empty and cold
It cannot hold memories
Full and warm,
Alive with your image
And the comfort you were.
You walk through my thoughts-
Pray the pain of your footprints will pass.
September 29, 2014
~1st Place~
Contest: A Brian Strand July 2
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 07/02/2021
~1st Place~
Contest: I Love My Pets
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 01/25/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: Animal Poem
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Judged: 09/30/2014
First Published in Cat Fancy, October 1984
New Year, Past Years
Dawn, looking as blush as twilight,
Where the silhouette of trees still lingers
And envelopes me—
Transporting me to my world of yesterday.
I can still hear my children’s laughter;
Watch them play and dance
To their sweet singing tunes.
How quiet the morning is now
That they are grown and gone.
As I look out toward the grey sea
And Diamond Head
I can see their faces in the rising sun.
© Connie Marcum Wong
January 2, 2010
Response Poem:
As More Years Pass
There is more beauty in my life now
Than I could have ever imagined.
When our last child left home
And our voices seemed to echo
Through our silent empty rooms
I felt the sadness of a mother's
Longing to be loved and needed.
As my son blessed me with his son
And my daughter with her daughter,
Our home was once again filled
With children's happy laughter and
With my contented laughter too.
I help my daughter raise her daughter
Who reminds me every blessed day
As more and more years have passed
That I have saved the best for last!
© Connie Marcum Wong
September 29, 2015
Contest: A response to your first poem
Sponsor: Silent One
night is spent
dawn hesitates
selah
between heart beats
silent cesura
holy hush
belief
amid doubt
stands still
a moment
twinkling spark
of recognition
infinitesimal
but
undeniable
September 29, 2019
(Yalto)
"The only thing I am afraid of
is fear . . . " Arthur Wellesley, 1831
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Though young, I fly on wings of time-
Life a parenthesis sublime.
Haunted, I fear death,
taking my last breathe.
All fear death,
the last chime.
On the ragged edge of this life-
Will I be full of dread and strife?
Oh, daunting suspense!
Is Heaven immense?
When past tense,
gone from life.
Will my beloved be above?
Will I see my child and true love?
Are my pets waiting?
Oh, a thought aching,
that nothing,
is above!
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September 29, 2016
Verse/My Greatest Fear
Copyright Protected, ID 834437
Entered in the contest, Your Worst Fear,
Sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Second Place
For the love of words
Deep in love with words,
I keep digging through the day,
Although words fail me,
Still can't help reverberate,
I am a structured poem !
Tanka- 5/7/5/7/7
Written September 29th, 2014
For contest 'For the love of words' by Pendleton Arkwright
September 29, 2012
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This secret life of lies you keep
Cause me to stumble and in pain to weep
Shine a light in the darkness
Help me travel safely through this darkness
This wretched, blasted dark you keep me in
All the doors locked, I crash into obstacles never to win
This race, not without a light
Without a glimmer, a candle, something to grant me some sight
Because I can't continue to wonder-
This darkness on my own blindly
I try to ease my way around the blocks
But still, in the dark, I fail to see the holes
And I fall-hard
And you're gone
And alone I weep
Because I cannot make my way without fail
All I ever wanted was to be your friend
But you will not let me in
So I continue to blindly wonder in the darkness
Always stumbling
Always falling
Always failing