Best Ten Words 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
Heart beats fast,
bouquet of red roses.
I'm in love.
Solo, like a butterfly, emerging out of its chrysallis for the very first time
She tip-toed slowly , silently , then ran far far away.
Far from a combination of vomit and slurring speech ,
from the buzzling sounds of the town , alleys , valleys ,and zig-zagged streets.
Far from boots and guns, from the smell of gasoline ,and red puddled mud.
Distant from his stinking sweat and from falling dust .
Far from the present, and even the past .
She walked, crossed bridges, and ran once again
till the sapphire sky turned asphalt brown , and captured her breath.
Under the old oak tree the little woman have closed her eyes.
She dreamt about tattered wings fluttering free, soaring up high.
She dreamt dulcet dreams about a talisman of wisdom , truth and love
belonging to a stranger who lived in a hut.
Rhapsodic as the voice of bamboo pines playing in the wind were her dreams.
Evanescent those lunar limbs that cradled her into a deep sleep.
Radiant like buttercups'glow was the sun upon her face
Exposing her eyes to a waterfall where bruises and fears will be soaked away.
How She danced on that day. Felicity adopted her name.
How She sang, amongst a plethora of coloured thunderbirds.
Along with the chorus of the breeze , harmony spread through the evergreen leaves.
Then suddenly, She stopped. to listen to approaching footsteps , and words.
A tall dark Cherokee glanced at her with a talisman in his hands.
She knew, He was the stranger that lived in her dream.
He knew , this almond eyed girl owned beauty , He had never seen.
Getting closer to her , He got hold of her hand.
and welcomed her presence to his Idyllic land.
(Not for the contest, bur tnks for the inspiration S. O )
Ten words challenge : Plethora, Radiant , Evanescent, Idyllic , Talisman ,chrysallis , Rhapsodic , sapphire , Felicity ,Dulcet.
Ten Words
Dr. James E. Martin
©April 8, 2014
Off to war he went!
Went where he was sent!
Memories of Love – Ten Words
Love like a twirling tempest,
whirled us to an uncharted shore
of unbridled, sublime, sensuality,
gifting me with moonlit memories
that would never be forgotten.
How I savored those kisses from your lips…
milk chocolate lips flavored with the
lingering tangy taste of fresh, luscious,
wild, ripened, crimson raspberries…
dipped in cool whipped cream.
Creating sterling silver ripples
on the ocean, we waltzed by the glow
of a yellow, ballooned, harvest moon.
Like a singular, silent shadow, we fused
as one igniting entity…silhouettes
painted-in by the black of night.
Youth and dreams may fade away
like scenery from an old water-color painting;
but I’ll always recall, like it was yesterday,
the ecstasy of love shared,
when we floated away on a carpet of
tinsel-lined clouds, cloaked in the grace
of blue-gray, early misty morning.
04-13-2018
Contest: 10 Words
Sponsor: Joseph May
Placement: 2nd
10 words used: love, tempest, shore, forgotten, crimson, harvest, shadow,
yesterday, grace, misty
Among artists, she is something of an anomaly—
Traditional and avant-garde, austere and baroque,
Yet a bona fide artist nonetheless.
Amid the cacophony of modernism,
Where iconoclasm gives Carte-blanche
To jettison all rules and form and coherence—
A kind of fauvist deja-vu in distorted echoes—
She, neither dilettante nor polemicist,
Has genuine elan, and force, and passion--
In contrast to pandemic, jaded ennui.
Florida gardens boast menageries most marvelous—
Vermilion hibiscus nodding in the breathlike breezes
Infused with night-blooming jasmine and selenicereus scents.
Mockingbirds trilling like nightingales in the palm trees,
Twilight fading in the lush and dusky thickets…
Iguanas on perfumed frangipani blooming beneath
The luscious mangoes ripening on the bough;
And all overlain with pellucid starry skies…
Atavistically touching on my ancestral demesne
Like ripples on profound and placid pools
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
She stares into the misty morning shadow;
a crimson sky just breaking the distant shore.
Once an endless tempest of doubt she'd grow;
His grace no longer forgotten; her faith He'd restore.
Each yesterday devoid of any compassion.
Her dreams are filled with tenderness and affection
but she knew not love of any depth or fashion.
The harvest of her spirit reaped only abjection
Now she smiles as the coming sun greets the shore
The pain of yesterday but a fading reflection
In her heart she will hold His grace forevermore
No longer in shadow but wrapped in His protection
Her dreams are filled with tenderness and affection
His grace no longer forgotten; her faith He'd restore
No longer in shadow but wrapped in His protection
Now she smiles as the coming Son greets the shore
04/07/2018
Given words:
Crimson, forgotten, grace, harvest
misty, shadow, shore, tempest, yesterday
DEFINING LIFE
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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
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
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.
"What's in your French fries?"
"Oh! A gemstone ring?"
"Surprise!!!!"
Theresa Stephens
9th April, 2014
Contest Name: Just Ten Words.