Consistently, you move along,
winding in and out,
gliding with stealth and grace-
a stream that began
so narrow and small, but
grew to a wondrous length.
With a weave of branchlets,
jutting everywhere,
joining in freely from
the most powerful
central source, you gift your
constant, gushing song.
Oh, great rushing stream,
you are the sacred life
that feeds this precious place
where you flow, day after day,
with steady, pulsing ripples
from your core.
From an endless surge, you
and your tiny streamlets
nourish well this host.
Oh, sweet gift of life!
I am alive- by your full stream
of rich, flowing blood.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Special 11
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 12/29/2019
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Intensity ~ Theme Stream
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 04/25/2019
Categories:
branchlets, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
An epiphanic moment
pale dew drops clung to silky petals as
light breeze held wispy branchlets in its sway
blooms lay snug steeped in enigmatic scents,
waves pirouetting ,dainty in ascent
soon settled into ripples teasing seas
while mountains stood agape; tall silhouettes
of sand immortalised in castle shapes
bronze temple bells chimed mellific sweet tones
hymns circumambulated God's grand thrones
who poured their munificent boons across
the yearning ambience without restraint.
time bowed down to a standstill watching with
deep reverence; sky gleamed in bright azure
aligning solemnly with beaming sun.
and distant twilight slackened its keen steps
th a t e p I p h a n I c m o m e n t...
Date June 17 2017
Contest : Summer premier any theme any form max 25 lines sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
branchlets, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
POETICALLY MIME
The vast ash-leaden clouds are in tears again...
The soggy tears like boxing fists - casting bruise
and blues below. Unlike yesterday where they
mirror gentle caress to branchlets and blossoms
smiling in gratitude as they are showered free,
the dust and dirt slithered to them were cleansed
swept by the warm - cold kisses of heaven's cry.
Condescending, blooming sunnier hues of greens,
standing poised and aplomb amidst, respiring anew!
Rainy days chant tunes of melancholy at times
particularly to those who are lost. Alone. Afar.
However, it has to happen for it is nature's rhyme.
Let it be as heaven's cry a bosom of poetic mime.
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POEM CONTEST: 265 REVISED to any form ANY THEME max of 20 lines
***9th Place***
SPONSORED by: Brian Strand
Written January 21, 2017 @ 23:18 PM
Categories:
branchlets, art, beauty, nature, rain,
Form: Personification
HOW MUCH MORE
The ocean skies strike again
bathing the ground all day,
slithery and of polka leaves
crashed by wild and woolly,
wailing Western winds... Break!
Even the trees are trembling,
Rattling in silence scream
as their branchlets slowly fall.
The tweedles I heard are protests
as birds rush! Rush for shelter!
How much more is the man,
I saw in the street?
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By: Olive Eloisa Guillermo -Fraser
December 30, 2015 @3:40 pm
Categories:
branchlets, community, environment, people, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
A tribute to Joyce Kilmer
I sit under this willow tree.
Its pendulous branchlets swaying
In concinnity around me,
spontaneously bestirring
a soliloquized pleasantry:
No measured words and rhymes I write
Could ever describe your beauty
Because fools never get it right
and” Poems are made by fools like me”
imperfect, conventional lines.
“But only God can make a tree”
creation of perfect design.
So I write down beneath this tree
these feeble lines of poetry.
Categories:
branchlets, nature,
Form: Verse