I am soaring above canopies of an olive kingdom,
singing sagas of untamable freedom, to whistling mistrals,
as a choir of tropical rain-forests serenade a wild chorus,
my rare perfumed wings unfurl strength~pirouetting like a ballerina in the velveteen clouds,
gracefully gliding toward mountains clayed with honeysuckle-glazed minerals;
I’ve been a keeper of secrets lost in the mists of time,
embracing the glowing sun that illuminates fields of fern,
whilst hope rests beneath my indigo feathers, guiding rose gold flocks.
Sometimes falcons and eagles are ignorant to my survival instincts-
they search for a sign to prey on my maternal prowess;
I mimic their frequency to deceive sharpened fangs and talons,
for I can hear whispers from miles of silence echoing amidst predatory darkness.
So find me in the wilderness, I am a harlequin macaw conquering depths of dense thicket trees.
Categories:
clayed, bird, poetry,
Form: Personification
They put their concerns on the
large container in the corner
it was enough for me to tease their imagations
of it's content.
It had a music notes on the side
and made mention of
awareness
it
one side sported a scence of
a red clayed area were
a road
a lnoly road went throuht it
it had a lid were
the handles were
a perfect circle shalaced
with a sign that warned against meddlers
it had a curse
that order the elements of earth
to aile
and cause the meddler great harm
the other side on the floor too
had a picturest scence
where
it smiled upon the ways of
people loving people.
when they opened the box
a deep sounding bassy
song began to play
and inside was
ah.........
tune in next week folk
for the conclusion of
What in The Damn Box!
The contents of the box were thought out before
the show end so they used the "Tune in angle'
to give the people time enough to find something
interesting enough
to be timley to the pictures and content.
They choose a Large shere, it turned people off.
One was heard saying" and when the hinges of the
lid squeaked and the
music began playing I knew this was a joke!"
Categories:
clayed, crazy,
Form: Ballade
Ostentatious pirate was known as Jade.
On Seven Seas her reputation made.
Feet of her crew were flimsy and clayed.
Order of day was a fresh escapade.
Men were smitten. Plans were swiftly laid.
Noble men arrived with dog and maid.
Women overboard in Everglade.
Enthused their excitement took months to fade.
Jade’s leadership skills were truly well-played.
Rule violators were quartered and flayed.
Rewards were given to those who stayed.
Ruthless but giving was our Captain Jade.
Categories:
clayed, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
Gradually, rays of sky dim
A stark blanket wrapping the woodlands
Night...too cold
Each branch thinning across clayed earth
And I am wrought with blaming thoughts ..
Birds growling my loneliness
I search for lamplight's glint
Still the pain and angush return
A wound , an abrasion that diesn't heal
Emptying 'me again
where thoughts beg;
will hereafter null this existence?
~
8/21/2019 Revised
What If There Was No Tomorrow Contest
Sponsor: Silent One ~
Categories:
clayed, future, identity, introspection,
Form: Dramatic Verse
green as foliage’s in the sun;
Beauties are forever.
resplendent as the constellation
of stars,
Sunshine's are gems, rare;
of creatures divinely clayed.
hues of gold,
scents of tulips.
the charm, of a river nymph
fleshed-up in the graces of
heaven - Sublime.
angels are known and felt before
the tick of one second;
You are one,
a flower with the big heart
and though few the times together,
your peacocks are largely pronounced as the
fascination of your name – NGOZI
Glow.
Rise.
And twice the span of
four decades and five,
Fly in wings swifter than the eagles
for your stars have a thousand lights.
* Ngozi is an Igbo name that means "blessing".
(In praise of 'Ngozi Ochei; a beauty at 45, and still counting)
Copyright©2019
IGIRI Victor
Categories:
clayed, birthday, happiness, happy birthday,
Form: Free verse
To form me, my God’s hands molding into shape;
Forged by fire, by breathing into me;
To form me He co created me,
With my parents sexual relationship deemed copulate;
To form shaped soul encased, in physical clayed flesh, blood whole;
Forged by fire- flesh, spirit mind and soul;
Pick A Tile, Vol 5- Verse Poetry Contest
Verse poetry form only
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
Categories:
clayed, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, birth,
Form: Verse
A tribulation of torment and pain;
Lunacy of the mind's deepest recess.
A profound hurt no man would ever fain;
A heinous cry he would try to suppress.
Madness begets temptation ere' we sin;
An aggrieved mind is our darkest harbor.
Confession's quick where the pain is within;
Torture's known to pierce man's strongest armor.
Yet the dawn glides in casting a new day,
Dispersing the shadows and night's parade.
Awakening thoughts, reflections of life;
Morphing our beings like a sculpture is clayed.
Evil's no match for the Lord's pure light
Dispatched in the darkness of deepest night.
Categories:
clayed, abuse, conflict, deep, evil,
Form: Sonnet
Oh! This train so superb
So still of lots dreams
Many of which we all absorb
The state full of huge worries
A state to get in unwillingly.
To one corner a man wonders
The other cage women cry
Unaltered yells of all creatures
Getting tears that never dry
Broken hearts dying slowly.
Love is never got back
Faith kills than it heals
Trust hidden with no luck
Rude scenes and wrong wills
Fidelity is a sin, reality is silly.
Insane suns, wild winds
Dead moons to a crunker
Hope lost in frost moods
Oh! This site so wander
With wheels pumped roughly.
A man and loneliness beloved
Chance and curse so betwixt
Life is a hole snakes reside
Denials to all a broken heart
Rules and conducts set faintly.
World a stage man an actor
Love is a myth without a source
Driven engage a differed dreamer
This unwanted puzzle missing a piece
That people get in unwillingly.
The site is intelligent clean mad
A carnivore sheep of the midnight
Clayed eyes legs made in mud
Looks splendid undoubtedly.
Categories:
clayed, conflict, confusion, heartbreak, identity,
Form: Alexandrine
Comes now the hush of white flowers
as borealis crawls into the night,
my spirit enfolding light
of incandescent earthly bowers...
clayed marbles tint the hours
dazzling me with budding sprite,
comes now the hush
And to feel sand and air in a weave
the unwrapping of moon is bright,
my breath and fire swoon to recite...
"dear inner god, grant me reprieve,"
comes now the hush
For Contest No 210 of Brian Strand
Repost/ Sept 24, 2016
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*Rondaine form: rhyme scheme
of a.b.b.a.a.b.R. a.b.b.a.R. ( similar to rondeau)
Categories:
clayed, me, nature, uplifting,
Form: Rondeau
flowing, carousing, swirling on libra
winds, the tips of floral thumbs
spiral down into autumn’s pewter bowl
caressing lips of leaves
more temperate in shades of october’s
fading yellow, perhaps brown sepia,
deepening the incense of quite solitude
away from the burst of soaking, reeling spring...
it is the time for holy retreat when
stems and branches droop to rest on a clayed
blanket of earth, soulful and so serene,
much like wet light of dusk iced with frail
sleeves of fading blades...
october caresses the skin of men to smell
the air of reflective passages; a time
for quiet joy and embraceable songs.
and in it’s stillness, the heart of sages listens.
October Contest for SKAT
posted 10/6
by: nette onclaud
Categories:
clayed, introspection, life,
Form: Lyric