It fills space with sense of grace.
Vitality curved in stone.
Sips of serendipity,
linger on as sediment—
long after applause dispels
likes into cadent memoirs.
Mellow in contemplation!
Jelly-set in sentiment!
Categories:
cadent, care, sweet, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
feels so close I could walk up and
with my finger touch the moon
seems like nothing else
exists and i’m alone
swaddled in a tranquility
that’s magnificent and surreal
i can feel it pulsate to the beat
of Mother Earth’s cadent heart
there’s a distinct aura of tangible complicity
and this is where i belong
right here in the now of it
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
cadent, moon, peace, silence, solitude,
Form: Free verse
As to poems with cadent feet,
in tapping to an old-style pace,
the pulsing verses gladly meet,
and forward line by line advance,
with elegance and charming grace,
through steps of iamb and trochee,
to show a love, make sadness flee,
or send a message and seed sow
with voice that sets a poet free
across the seas where the winds blow
10.24.22
Categories:
cadent, analogy, poetry,
Form: Dizain
The cadent curls recede upon the shore,
with fizzle sounds like brushes on a drum,
their once brave tune declined forevermore,
beneath the growing shades of a beach plum.
The shadow fingers stretch along the beach,
to close the eyelids of a sleepy sun,
on the horizon nodding her last speech,
her closing song, as her best time is done.
Yet, she leaves fervent images behind,
reprints of joyous moments on the sand,
or backwash from tides pounding so unkind,
a montage of love sketches super grand.
Before the final twilight curtain’s drawn,
seek to bask in the wonders of each dawn.
Categories:
cadent, age, extended metaphor,
Form: Sonnet
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree—
A belle crooning nature’s glee,
Splendorous as seasons’ glory.
A ballad of resplendent spring
In stanzas cherry-blossom pink
Uplifting moods of lovers
Lost in heart-shaped leaves
Fluttering soft lavender breeze
Arousing romantic appeal
In fuchsia hues of redbud trees.
A verse of feisty summer winds
Swaying beats of majestic oak
Rustling big-leaf maple trees
Hosting dance of perky sparrows
Choreographing mating tempo--
Magnolia’s white blooms evoke.
A lyric of autumn’s aspirations
Scripting chorus in blazing colors,
Red, orange, purple, yellow,
On maple, hickory, birch, sycamore,
Strumming strings of alluring refrains--
Rhythms waltzing fervid meadows.
A cadent song of winter’s chill
Shuddering vibes of barren trees
Yet, charmingly pretty as can be
When snowflakes gently falling
Invoke tunes of season’s greetings
Crowning tips of ornamental twigs
As hearts’ melodies merrily sing.
February 7, 2020
Placed 1st: Famous poetic lines 2 poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree” by Joyce Kilmer
HM: Strand select H contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
cadent, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Carousel
As I watch my carousel standing still my only dwell
In the vortex of its spell convoluted in my only yell
My mind falls in its wake cadent circles that forsake
I sliver with the snake leaving ruins with heartache
***
My eyes shut to the I, spinning thoughts will awry
Languishing lips calcify upon lost imagery to crucify
Round & round they go dissolving dreams I borrow
Happiness says hell-lo as it leaves me in its shadow
***
Hurricane of my abyss telling secrets that I shall miss
In their blasphemous bliss, morbid storms reminisce
Reaching terminal velocity amidst its ill monstrosity
Carousel of curiosity drowning in dynamic viscosity
***
An elliptical awareness melds allusions of unfairness
Within a secluded rareness posturing, you defenseless
A salivating swell with sorrows that comply & compel
For my none-stop Carousel the merry-go-round of hell.
Nov.23.2018
The I Of The Storm
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Placed 4'th...thank you
Categories:
cadent, conflict, mental illness, storm,
Form: Quatrain
Along with cadent rhythms of the day,
night crawlers hum like bees around a hive.
Black shadows stretching longer, curve and blend,
to splinter into shards below the bend
Earth swivels axis arms to catch the sun,
and reaches through the depths of sheer chiffon
In languid dusk, a moment we can trust,
to know it will return another day
The sky creates a rim embossed with gold
colliding where cloth staples red to gray
beyond the shade that drapes across the hills
with purple stardust heavens will unfold
But now is time to let light drift away
Our world with weary voice must say so long,
With great anticipation, heads will rest,
tonight when all the tasks are said and done
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Entered in Contest:
'PREMIERE CONTEST NO 145,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines' Sponsor Brian Strand
Categories:
cadent, night, sky,
Form: Iambic Pentameter