instinct
over thought
independent
of
form
prose with cadence
in lyrical
expression
where emotions
are
the driving force
pause awhile
to listen
the winds
of ephony
revealed
in
pause
& undertone
an
esoteric
sensation
from within
the
voice
recites
to
tickle
the
ear
showing
when
pause
so
silent
can
sound
perfected
on
pause
Contest: Rolling With The Rs
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date Written: 3rd August, 2025
Placement: Fourth
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Heartbeat,
loud in my chest,
sings with sweet melody,
like the cadence of a streamlet,
when its silver ribbons drape the mountains,
with a smile that delights the sands,
as it cascades the slopes
and thunders—like
heartbeat.
A voiceless whisper always speaks to me,
At times too faint for thought to comprehend,
Yet it speaks—sometimes even loud and clear—
To warn of danger or to guide to blessings.
Most times, its voice grows clearer when ignored,
But when I heed its prompt, it comes true,
It then fades~
like a whisper lost in the wind,
and like a dream slipped from grasp.
But whenever I long for its guiding light,
That's when its feet grow cold and heavy—
like a feather on a fish...
an imaginary tail a snail would love to wag.
But from where comes this inner voice?
That, like true prophets, dares to predict.
Is it God speaking in me—or something else?
If wishes were horses, I’d rather choose this inner voice—
For my outer voice makes only noise,
While this my inner voice flows like a river of truth,
of wisdom and understanding—
that sometimes may dry up,
but it never vanishes...
and it beams with a cadence that illumines my future.
The luminous crescent of shining silver sliver ascends
with silent slither on the satin slope of the sapphire sky,
entices the cadence of dancing sequins sprayed by nebula,
pulsates through the phosphorus glow of the argentine night.
Rhapsody rolls on the waltzing ripples of the rapturous river,
performed in the ballet of myriad floating flakes of the moon.
Celestial flecks of your charisma cascade with ethereal lilt,
flood me in the torrential tide of immersing emotion.
The euphoric moon slices spread on the ebullient river,
I hold one in a cup of still water in the palm of my hand.
Beneath the mystique shroud of the stardust sheen
I perceive the esoteric essence of love laced by lunar lure.
In its tranquil depth I drown the dregs of my despair,
torrents of fervent joy flow in serpentine course from you.
The ripples of allure dance on your smiling face in beguiling air,
flicker the shimmer of my soul with the cadence of moonshine.
linger-longer
wait-a-while
to perceive
the cadence in a smile
echoing a beat of heart
in a chest of draws
with namesakes
hidden
under the knickers
hankies
scarves and socks.
CADENCE intonation inflected euphniously
The coxswain calls the cadence
…I don’t like his tone
But I am forced to listen
Cuz he’s got the megaphone
I think my oar is twisted
As it defies my wishes
It hits the water making
Loud splashes and not swishes
The other oarsmen wonder
Why can’t he get in sync
They blame it on the fact that
My oar is painted pink
I close my eyes and memorize
The taste of burgers, hot, with fries
Ease my stroke into a rhythm
Knowing a distant tide abides
birth out in the mist
bright things then have birth
between the beauty and decay
molten lead adjourned
the faithfulness of a century
lies bedridden
the missives continueth
Doom stirs the mosaics of dearth
please do not disturb
the cadence of tomorrow's plan
The butterflies hoover
the one breath limitation'
In the chartreuse lawn,
the music of rustling leaves I hear,
singing the song ‘summer is gone’,
I listen the footsteps of autumn clear.
The screen of summer dust drifts away,
satin sky radiates aquamarine allure.
The cloud clumps turn white from grey,
sail shapeless across the serene azure.
Lemon leaves absorb autumn colors fast,
painted tangerine and saffron before they fall.
The cadence of color on them won’t last,
it would disappear at winter’s call.
Amethyst grass on lavender meadow
wears pearly crown of radiant dew.
In crimson splay of watermelon sun they glow,
as the horizon hoists a dainty day new.
As the sky soaks the lilac sunset splinters,
the shimmer of coral twilight I feel flow.
I hold it for my days of dismal winter
to get the warmth of autumn afterglow.
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April 25, 2023
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1211 Contest
rhythm of a voice
modulated pitch
in one breath length
The audience fell into a hush,
The violist stood still near her maestro.
She poised her bow as she had placed
Her violin beneath her chin was on her shoulder.
In the silence of all, she moved her bow,
Slowly at first, then with rapid strokes
The music flowed, up and down, and strong.
The audience was mesmerized by the sound.
The music grew to a great crescendo
Until she changed her tune into a cadence,
Soft, alluring, enticing and pleasant,
Only to gain speed and follow through
Into a delectable bridge mid-song.
And once again, a high crescendo
Occasionally plucking the strings
And back to melodious but strong,
Up towards a high pitch,
Till suddenly the music once again
Fell into soft notes into a pleasant cadence
That spelt the end of her concerto.
The audience stood up clapping heartily.
"My heart pulsates to the tune of your music
You make the vibrant silence in me so unique" - by poet.
The tired eyes look pensively within
at the tranquil depth of introspection,
mind’s turmoil ebbs in quietude,
ripples of serenity roll on soul’s silent shore.
In the perpetual cacophony of life,
when the frenzy noise fades into calmness,
the rhythm of emotion disappears
in the desolate depth of the still mind.
When the outside commotion subsides,
the echo becomes the sound of silence,
resonating with the hymn of harmony,
the melody pulsates in the symphony of bliss.
When in the quiet hours of the dawn,
sunburst colors dance with my heart beat,
chromatic intuit tinges the quiet feelings,
I am suffused with the cadence of silence.
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February 4, 2023
Word Chosen : Cadence
Contest : Writing Challenge - C Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Cadence
Nature dances in the cadence of grace
In hypnotic snows descending
Or raindrops steady patter
In symphonies of metered tides
That match the rhythmic heartbeat
Drawing spindrift of the heart into fusion.
Grace never slumbers in hibernation,
Nor does the pulse of consecrated mercy sleep
Abiding in the orbit of the seasons
Harmonic vibrations of celestial seeds
Flow from the eternal’s pulsing passion
In steady beats of melodic call and respond.
Grace breathes in measured breaths of compassion
In the tempo of prevailing winds
In sync with chirping poetry of avian songs
Like forgiveness breathing in then out
In even patterns of enduring peace
Nature dances in the cadence of grace.
2-3-23
Contest: C Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
"the faint melody of her heart, whispers the soft cadence of her soul." ~ Kristy Waltan
There's a rhythm to my words,
A cadence to my thoughts,
Like the song of the birds,
Music connects all dots,
There's a flow to my verse,
A tempo to my song,
Like musings that traverse
this world in a beat strong,
There's a lilt to my voice,
An accent as I speak,
Like a stranger has choice
'tween metre and mystique,
There's an inflection here,
An intonation sweet,
Like a melody clear,
A canticle complete.
3rd February 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - C words" contest
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