Best Triolet. Poems
To those you care for, always you impart
deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are!
I pray you find a way to mend your heart.
To those you care for, always you impart
poetic gems! Return to this, your art.
Grab hold of words and shine again, a star.
To those you care for, always you impart
deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are!
Written 12/6/14 for the Fighting Depression(poems for PD) contest
of shadow Hamilton
Oh, scattered flecks that sparkle light
like crystals emptied from a bowl
to dust the skies from some great height!
Oh, scattered flecks that sparkle light,
you sweeten up my somber night.
Delight the lone and searching soul,
oh, scattered flecks that sparkle light
like crystals emptied from a bowl.
In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept -
Each woman, man, and little girl and boy.
Relentless horror had around them crept.
In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept
Until one day, even the angels wept!
For freedom’s win, the world cried tears of joy.
In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept -
Each woman, man, and little girl and boy.
For Seeker's My Take on the Holocaust Poetry Contest
One solitary raindrop lay
caressing beauty with its grace.
Just fallen from the sky one day,
one solitary raindrop lay.
How long, I wondered, could it stay
upon the rose’s blushing face?
One soliltary raindrop lay
caressing beauty with its grace.
The raindrop lingered on the rose
as delicately as a kiss.
So virgin-fresh, in sweet repose,
the raindrop lingered on the rose.
It vanished when strong wind arose.
The rose had known a while its bliss.
The raindrop lingered on the rose
as delicately as a kiss.
How like that single drop of rain
was first love when it came to me!
I long to be that rose again.
How like that single drop of rain
was first love’s kiss and first love’s pain.
Rain droplets fall, then cease to be.
How like that single drop of rain
was first love when it came to me!
Nov. 22, 2018 for The Raindrop Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
-Dandelion Dream-
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams
They fade with one gush from the wind
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
Holding on tight to jagged leaves
Sprinkles of sand fall over my needs
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams
~SKAT~
She looks at me with blushing face
At break of day she shyly peeps.
I watch her move with utmost grace
She looks at me with blushing face.
Her lovely smile a warm embrace,
My heart runs fast; it beats and leaps
She looks at me with blushing face
At break of day she shyly peeps.
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For Andrea's contest: "Short Form Pt 3"
* In several countries and in Teutonic
languages the sun is considered female.
In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky.
How sweet the breath of love upon my face!
In rustling leaves, I hear you softly sigh;
in autumns wind, I look up to the sky
and see what time and death cannot erase. . .
In guise of sun’s bright rays, you are nearby!
In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky.
How sweet the breath of love upon my face!
Written 2/7/2015 for the Contest of Gail Angel Doyle
The path to take for all is shown -
saints and sinners; sinners and saints.
God loves us, for we are His own.
The path to take for all is shown.
Since days of old, the truth’s been known.
Though all that’s good the darkness taints,
the path to take for all is shown -
saints and sinners; sinners and saints.
Oct. 28, 2016
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts,
swiftly stashing them out of view.
In a hurry to stuff their guts,
spunky squirrels gather up nuts.
With bulging cheeks and furry butts,
you love to see them passing through.
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts,
stashing them safely out of view.
You love to see them passing through,
scampering around the garden.
And though they'll dig a hole or two,
you love to see them passing through.
Storing nuts, they'll bury a few;
before the ground starts to harden.
You love to see them passing through,
scampering around the garden.
So, if you have time in your day,
Quietly, spy on them at play.
Unafraid; they won't run away:
Instead, they tend to be quite bold.
Remember to watch, and not hold,
Rabies is something you should fear:
Enjoy them from afar, not near.
Loping along from tree to tree;
Scurrying free, for all to see.
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She loves that funky, trippy beat.
It is her hippy, trippy world!
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She dances funky, hippy twirls,
and when she sits, she taps her feet.
She is a groovy, hippy girl.
She loves that funky, trippy beat.
1/12/2022
(Inspired by Abe Lincoln’s poem “Memory”)
Mortality's Own Friend
So sadly here, among the dead,
I live - mortality's own friend.
Recalling all that's lost, I tread
so sadly here, among the dead.
Sweet memories are as a thread
which link the living to their end.
So sadly here, among the dead,
I live - mortality's own friend.
Here is Abraham Lincoln's "Memory," which really speaks to me
(I could not get it to copy/paste from here to the box above:
Memory
by Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)
My childhood’s home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There’s pleasure in it, too.
O memory! thou midway world
’Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,
And, freed from all that’s earthly, vile,
Seem hallowed, pure and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.
As dusky mountains please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle notes that, passing by,
In distance die away;
As leaving some grand waterfall,
We, lingering, list its roar --
So memory will hallow all
We’ve known but know no more.
Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well.
The friends I left that parting day
How changed, as time has sped!
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray;
And half of all are dead.
I hear the loved survivors tell
How nought from death could save,
Till every sound appears a knell
And every spot a grave.
I range the fields with pensive tread,
And pace the hollow rooms,
And feel (companion of the dead)
I’m living in the tombs.
The soft rain is falling
Kissing the fog, drifting by
Distant thunder is calling
The soft rain is falling
The gray clouds are crawling
All around in the sky
The soft rain is falling
Kissing the fog, drifting by
Heidi Sands
3/27/21
Plucking the bare, ice-laden air
Petite tracks lost in lacy frost
Winter birds see the green not there
Plucking the bare, ice-laden air
Red berries bright with springtime flair
A nest of twigs and branches tossed
Plucking the bare, ice-laden air
Petite tracks lost in lacy frost
MAY BRIDE OF SPRING
May bride of Spring sheds shades of night
And dons a dress of Emerald green
Now winter’s chills are put to flight
May bride of Spring sheds shades of night
While humble Hawthorne blossoms bright
Like snow upon the hedge now seen
May bride of Spring sheds shades of night
And dons a dress of Emerald green
It begins as a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.
Scurrying through the tops of trees,
it begins as a gentle breeze.
Not enough to discourage bees,
it is barely brisk; it isn't much.
It begins as a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.
It is barely brisk; it isn't much,
until that breeze begins to gust.
Yet birds can still escape its clutch:
it is barely brisk; it isn't much.
It topples garbage cans and such,
gathering up a cloud of dust.
It is barely brisk; it isn't much,
until that breeze begins to gust.
Gathering up a cloud of dust,
a darkness blocks out the Sun's light.
And winds blow, with increasing thrust;
gathering up a cloud of dust.
When the sky turns orangey rust,
tornadoes are a frightful sight.
Gathering up a cloud of dust,
a darkness blocks out the Sun's light.
Tornadoes are a frightful sight,
with debris flying through the air.
Morphing into objects of might,
tornadoes are a frightful sight.
Finding cover, we hang on tight,
for flying shrapnel packs a scare.
Tornadoes are a frightful sight,
with debris flying through the air.