Best Ten Lines Poems
Anomaly don't enter contests like this
the style is a bit avant-garde,
I'm a bit of an oldie, preferring baroque
and finding this bona fide hard.
The cacophony of words dancing round in my head,
carte blanche to use this ten word list,
this is my third attempt, seems a bit deja-vu
but my dilettante side can't resist.
Not sure if I can do this write with elan
but hey-ho, ennui go.
For contest 'Ten words, ten lines2', sponsor Silent One
January 23rd 2018
TEN LINES - FIVE WORDS
Your smile is so bright
It lights up my night
The radiance of your face
Causes my heart to race
Your kisses are like honey
They make my life sunny
You're one of a kind
You make my life shine
God made you so divine
And I'm glad you're mine
31 March 2019
For the contest sponsored by Lu Loo
Ten words ten lines 2-Big Surf Competition
After a long ennui of big wave competitions
surfers take to Oahu's North Shore "to go for baroque."
For these bonafide big wave riders hanging ten
is party time, cake frosted with elan and deju vu.
Waves peaking it's face into the eyes of the brave,
with carte blanche of fifty footers, part of the sugar.
All eye candy are on the Hawaiians, lipping alley-opps on the curls,
showcasing avante-garde to the diletttante's and spectators.
As waves keep pounding the shore to the cacophony of applause,
to tats, tongs and tans, big wave riders take to this anomaly waving.
Anomaly
Avant-garde
Baroque
Bona fide
Cacophony
Carte blanche
Deja vu
Dilettante
Elan
Ennui
connie pachecho
1/20/18
Deja Vu; I believe that's what knowing minds call this anomaly.
Another Baroque tinged ballroom boasting bona fide blue-bloods.
Poorly feigned elan for the singing dilettante causing the cacophony.
The ennui in the room due, I'm sure, to the
artistic Carte Blanche given the chirping dud.
It's time someone demonstrate "avant-garde;" give them an actual reason for the sneers.
So on my way out I'll loose this brassiere and with a toss add some "bulbs" to the chandelier!
01/24/2018
(It's 10 lines on my tablet :D)
Assigned words:
Anomaly, Avant-garde, Baroque, Bona fide, Cacophony, Carte Blanche, Deja Vu, Dilettante, Elan, Ennui
Born to the best mom on this beautiful mother earth
I was little luckier then the rest
Simply successful school life
Followed by flourishing fun at college
Getting married to my mate from childhood
Filled my life with love and merriment
Working as a teacher who is favorite of all
Mother to two daughters who are now not too small
My story might seem like a joyride
But trust me, it was full of jolts and jerks
Picture 2
Date 2/10/2019
DEFINING LIFE
~~~~~~~~~
Anomaly... abnormalities that can and... do confound us all...
Avant-garde... new words... alive with meaning prance across the page...
Baroque... words... can they but allude to that amazing style... if at all...
Bona fide... from my pen the truth oft flows... to calm world rage...
Cacophony... words can explode the hidden silence... exposing all...
Carte blanche... there is one who thinks he has that right... he is no sage...
Deja vu... if only... back to a life where happiness was a joy... a ball for all...
Dilettante... rulers who think they know how to... their eyes a glaze...
Elan... a writers... poets trait... a determination to write... it is in them all...
Ennui... who would choose a life to laze... yet seems ennui is now a new phase...
Entered in Ten words ten lines 2 - Poetry Contest sponsored by Silent One
Grandmother Always Encouraged
As I stood in front of the baroque painting
"Old Woman and a Boy with Candles", by Sir Peter Paul Rubens
instantly trigger a warped déjà vu.
An ebullient cacophony of absent voices I used to have with my grandmother.
She would give me carte blanche around her home.
It was an embarrassing anomaly I couldn't explain to my aunts.
By their standards I was a bona fide dilettante and ennui .
Grandmother always encouraged me in the creative avant-garde of arts
by using my imagination and a strong sense of élan
fantasy throughout my muse that I love.
1/18/2018
Poetry Contest: 'Ten words ten lines 2' Contest
Sponsored By: Silent One
The maw of the whorl
The myth of the whore
The mouth of the world
The moth of the wind
The mother of the wolf
The monster of the wild
The mountain of the white
The measure of the wise
The memory of the wicked
The making of the whole
Apartment perched in a ghetto menagerie of hateful mockingbirds
Safety code bribery has uncaged my anger recluse,
which now morally infuse me with pellucid fearlessness
Seeing street labor children sniffing nerve-numbing plastic bag criminality
Ill frangipani odor of middle bun dope runner hands,
concocting poisonous fumes of meth and crack that twilight ripples
from the upper floor inside an un-sanitized laboratory kitchen
Glam luscious not is this poverty ancestral view —
funeral parading cars of junkie tricks and police prostitutes
And my rose heart wilts on the window sill in a vase vermilion repose
Contest: Ten Words, Ten Lines Challenge
Sponsor: Silent One
Date Submitted: 1-10-18
I enjoyed my young years crafting poems and art.
At eighteen, I then married the love of my heart.
By my age twenty-four, was a mother of three.
Later, painting with oils was the pastime for me.
Finished college mid-forties with English BA;
as my poetry flourished- put paintings away.
A proud grandma of five- of those married, are two-
a sweet great-grandchild recently made her debut.
Now retired, sold our business- but still on the go;
I'm so blessed with my life, riding each ebb and flow.
Sandra M. Haight
Revised September 30, 2019
Form: Anapestic Tetrameter (12 syllables, 4 feet per line)
- - /- - /- - /- - /
It is September and I fly over the twilight with my
Brothers and sisters, luscious ripples of a moment,
Pellucid waters underneath.
We are mockingbirds escaping this menagerie
Of thoughts, pouring in, to infuse our lifeline, our
Bloodline, drinking the nectar of the Frangipani,
As it turns our feathers to acrylic and
We live, once again, in nothing but vermilion sunsets and
Rivers thick with paint.
Ancestral in a moment, we remain.
Ten Lines In The Sand
Ripples adorn life finding tides in the ocean writing home ten
homely ingredients for swirling with graceful tapestry of the sun
LOVE COMPASSION and KINDNESS washing cleansing eternally
where they meet gravity’s pull and push engineered by the moon
in POETIC MOTION and surfing the crest of BEAUTY IN PEACE
The waves display NON VIOLENCE no hurting of sentient beings
no more MORONIC OTHERING just RESPECT FOR THE DIVERSE
Water the source of our pleasure plays with sand on the shore
dancing HARMONY’S resolution HONESTY in tenfold Universe
squared by earth wind and fire in the consummation of passion
16 September 2016
1. The most important day of my life was birth,
2. and the day I got married, oh, that was amazing.
3. But my love has gone away just a name engraved.
4. I gave birth twice and my babies never saw the sky,
5. The day I graduated nursing school was very special.
6. But the most important thing to me has not happened,
7. I have a feeling it will be the last time- I close my eyes.
8. When I step into another realm where my beloved wait.
9. Yes, that will be it for this girl, the day I meet the Lord,
10. and find the answer to why I was born . . . . . . . . . .
The entrance of Spring, seasons well the vibrancy of greens evolving greener.
Age was hers and time was ours,
Love is the verbs blossom as roses scented reserve suite line composes,
Time marks a question measured to wrangle,
Gemmed Ivory and Ebony, host o'er our bejeweled Pearl.
Ships neither sink nor swim in tranquil Springs
Seas calmness...falsely trains expert yachtsmen,
Lost lamb hopes his roll's called up yonder ... as his last words read ...
Words that stem from the heart seldom a mind,
Good hopes and goodwill--righteousness succeeds,
Sanctuary
Carpe Diem With Heart
September Reflections
Diaphanous Dichotomy
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear Parody
Voice of a Silent Crib: New Poetic Form - Tearassonancenet
Walk The Tightrope
Nearer My God to Thee, Be A Cross That Raises Me
Poetry Soup Main Fixings: Words
My Afterthought's My Goal
TEN WORDS, TEN LINES 2
She possessed a baroque sense of the love of music
Her avant-garde anomaly led to a cacophony of laughter
Her misconceived dilettante for this great art
Was put forth with great aplomb
Truly an elan display producing an ennui of de ja vu
Predicated on her previous display of the art
Though she thought it a bona fide display of great talent
And that she deserved carte blanche freedom in displaying it
She was soon laughed off the stage as a complete buffoon
For the degradation of the wonderful art of music
14 January 2018
For the contest sponsored by Silent One