Best Spreading(A) Poems
Royal blue sky scattered sapphire clouds
On horizon embroidered in navy blue attire
Summoned by the onset of marigold sun
Emitting amber gold on tuscan yellow fire
Where tapestry of fluffy lavender floats
Decorating patterns of designs periwinkle
Mosaic of colors then spray-paint the water
Spreading a layer of golden yellow cover
Shimmering gold dust on twilight ripples
Abutting brushstrokes of dark blue egyptian
I saw you briefly where first time we met
On the lonely bridge that extends into bay
But as the dark landmass peeked its head
And the lifeless vegetation glinted despair
The tangerine breeze announced your exit
Quivering our aura beneath glittering riffle
For you refused to witness impending flame--
Broken vows ablaze in last breath of sunset
Written: August 4, 2018
Submitted on February 6, 2023 to:
2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Submitted on December 7, 2022 To:
Placed 3rd: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Poem of the day on August 7, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #180 by Brian Strand
Poetry tears ..
Crystalline ants march down my face
Like little soldiers they line up in formation
communicating with their feelers
words drip drip drip onto the page
Leaching out
Spreading a message…
Are you paying attention to what they say
As they splash from the puddles of my mind
They run run run
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(not to take too seriously; I think I am immune
to my "enemies" by now!)
How near to us are foes we can’t resist
when cells, like terrorists that we can’t see
accumulate! What parasites exist
within our very homes! We can’t be free
of them, and even the perfectionist
can’t rid his castle of the enemy.
They have no need of camouflage. They breed,
for on those cells sloughed off our skin they feed!
Though microscopic, they are numberless.
For those with allergies, the “mighty” mite
can wreak some damage. Nasty, they possess
the air we breathe, the beds we use at night!
And they will never simply evanesce. . .
To kill them off requires a constant fight,
but no one, sadly, perfectly defeats
them, even vacuuming and changing sheets!
Inside the fridge, on counters, in the sink
lurk others. Do not be too much at ease.
The very sponge you’re using, which you think
is helping, could be spreading a disease!
Who knows what swarms in water that we drink,
on spinach leaves or just a piece of cheese?
How fleet is time; how bleak to have to spend
it on a war we know will never end!
Shattered heart, quivering lips,
Anguish laden tears,
In sync with dragging feat.
Embedded footprints of echo and impressions,
On the drenched empathetic sand.
Sparkling rainbow sailing proudly on the waves,
Roared loudly," No sorrow can be forever grave."
Washed away every bemoan,
Sprinkling beautiful shells and stones.
Spreading a new lease of life to hone.
in all it's utter wonderment
i under imaginary pretence
a nocturnal creature stalking images
of the one my readings have made
but prosperity is her blessing
and princess clothings are her dressings
making her far above poor me
my prayer was for conformanity
but so far it was for naught
constant prayers God forgot
yet tis me who this misery
is brought
the times for her i've often sought
i stare in the distance at her walk
the nonchalant way she waves her hands
walking pretending to lead
a parade and band
spreading a happiness so contagious
it brighten the hopes
of a certian man
at time's i walk near her
for an innocent parle
praying that my pulsating heart
does'nt give me away
Dr. Cupid recomends
one dose a day
the eyes that let you see the soul
the lips that could never ever grow cold
of the rhythem and tenderness
of her voice
a representation of God's annointed choice
giving to man a gift of love
for we all share her
with eyes and ears
back to the parle
"How are you today?"
"Fine."
"It's a beautiful day."
"This dreary rainy day?"
"Yeah, I love rainy weather."
truth is there was no weather
as far as i was concerned
my only concern
"is Sandra there?"
"was Alexandra going to be there?"
i've been lot's of places
thinking she'd be there
saddened to find out
she was not
in all it's utter wonderment
and my imaginary pretence
a peasant loving a princess
at best
eyes and imagination
secretly blessed
He grins, dimples forming small lickable pools of attraction,
spreading through my chest like warm charcoal, smoldering little embers,
kindled in my heart, spreading a red warm blanket of love
in winter cold world.
In poetry world, poets write
Anytime...morning, day or night
Telling stories, from their own mind
Or telling stories...left behind
Write what you feel, it's quite alright
Share with others, your hearts delight
For saddened eyes...make their days bright
Spreading a smile, is nice and kind
In poetry world
Write of the dark, or write of the light
Start a new fire, or re-ignite
Using such words, your heart can find
Let loose your words, let thoughts unwind
Climb the ladder...the highest height
In poetry world
A
heart
in you so red
beats in twos, so fed.
Keeping all other hearts so warm.
Morning and night, you bring no harm.
Spreading a happy face, not blue.
Smile from your heart I keep
lingers my heart so deep.
Your heart in me
that speaks
always
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She drizzles on mounds of brick stones
Her tresses pouring like silvery mist
Robed in a veil of pewter and crystals,
Fragrant breath spreading a tune
Across the glossed moorland lushly blazed;
Till she refreshes the prism of grass
Enchanting the eyes from sterling clouds
While barefoot kids fondle her taps.
In October's daze, winds start to prance
As ripened boughs pop confetti of dew...
With her voice waltzing across the sky,
She delivers a lining in float of mist
To gather hues from a wondrous ride
As puddles beneath trickles a glow…
Oh, the youngest daughter of Rain
Coasts on moistened stars; then to fade in grace.
Rain Contest
For Silent One
Out of a late November cloud without warning she steps
clad in ermines and crystal slippers
spreading a blanket of white on field and hill
come evening she reaches into her box of jewels
throwing diamonds on virgin snow
bids the moon cast its glow
she is the wind that chills the bones
gloved hands shape the icicles which hang from eaves
and glitter like a thousand stars in the morning sun....
a lady quiet and graceful, pale of face and cold of heart
jewel of a frozen land, stillness of a silent land
this season known as winter..
The story of the thirsty crow,
heard during school days as we grew...
How best in it its wisdom used,
to quench its thirst that summer day
An efficient use of available resource,
to realise a fruitful purpose..
A display of prowess in its fullest sheen,
a situational managerial skill !
Relating crow with intelligence is
not just a random chance factor
Research has already proven that-
This ave is witty and wiser!
Strong in memory,mimicry and
understanding humans as well..
How well this bird integrates in our life
with its adaptive behavioural skill!!!
Elegant black and beautiful
dissolved in it every shade...
Leads a gregarious life,
Shares its food, whenever it finds,
with its kith and kin...
Spreading a message of joy in sharing
and a cordial social life!!!
Chooses a single partner all its life,
Builds its nest, feeds the young,
Protects and nutures them with love ..
Family values and responsibility, I wonder
how it plans and executes so well!!!
Corvus brachyrhynchus-
this is its scientific name...
Genus corvus has in it species numbering forty
American crow, hooded crow, house crow....
List stretches in continuity!
Oh crow! You have your place in
every walk of life!
Research, religion, ritual,
Mythology, folklore, cultural...
Irish mythology sees in you- Morrigan,
God of death and birth
Hindu religion regards you as
their departed ancestor!
Tibetian buddhists associate you with Mahakala
Omens of you are believed to bring
signals from the uncanny world!
You are treated as a connecting link in
the cycle of birth and death!
Oh darling crow! Cheers to you!
This poem in thy name!
I fear you are spreading a dreadful disease
You cough sounds contagious...I shrink when you sneeze!
I have one small issue
Where the HECK is your tissue?
Don't spray your infection on ME (If you please)
WEATHERING THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT
In this, the death prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity.
Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history
scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves
in chilling winds of cold war seasons.
Here, in the frozen season of time, Armageddon
stalks democracy in the chilled midnight hour;
while in the twilight of the eve of destruction,
world watchers waddle the time away: constructively
engaged in spotlight moments of warming scenes.
With a bloody but unbowed head, let not our world wallow wearily
in the mirage of winter’s defeat; nor allow her frigid blast
to shatter the bruised reed of hope or out the burning wick of love.
Let us stare adversity in the eye, rekindling the spirit of unity;
let us refashion the crumbled, rejected stones of our moral society;
we building a new and better world where we hold it to be self evident:
peace---perfect peace, is the dominant ethos of our recaptured humanity.
Hot summer moves away
As autumn moods fills air;
The windy chill now plays
Spreading a swift affair.
The harvest was happy
With gifts from this good earth;
We rejoice and party
And await new rebirth.
We celebrate our joy
As the seasons bring change;
Content for warm employ
Our gratitude floods range.
Soon we will bake moon cakes,
Feast with tea and frolic;
Surround good sense to take
Calm feelings most mystic.
Such is our fond feelings
When autumn brings healing;
We rest now most willing
To thoughts most revealing.
Leon Enriquez
27 August 2015
Singapore
Seasons change when Mother Nature turns in her sleep
A few months of Spring are all we're allowed to keep
But in those months, flowers bloom and bees take flight
The perfumed scent of jasmine drifts in the air at night
The world is filled with color, and streams begin to flow
It's time for rebirth; seedlings planted, and as they grow
we enjoy the chatter of songbirds, feathering their nests
The first will always be the well-dressed, Robin Red Breast
Nature turns and we're swimming on a hot summer day
Soaking up the sun on a well-deserved vacation get-away
Enjoying picnics in the park and rides at the county fair
It's the season of love's interludes and fireworks in the air
When Summer's foliage turns crimson and begins to fall
Mother has grown restless and brisk breezes come to call
Forests are all ablaze as though leaves are flames of fire
Temperatures cool when Autumn and Nature conspire
Can you feel Fall's caress and the gentleness of its kiss?
Welcome its whispered warnings or you will be remiss
The billowing breezes it offers, beginning in September
bring feast days of Thanksgiving; a holiday to remember
Mother yawns and stretches, but she's not ready to rise
She's hibernating like a bear, rubbing her sleepy eyes
The saffron sun warms the earth, his light is embossed
spreading a golden sheen on blankets of Winter's frost
One by one, the seasons await their turn to flourish
Nature's calendar tells her when to feed and nourish
She's stirring, but hesitant to leave the comfort of bed
While snow falls one last time, she will rest her head