Cornucopia,
horn symbol of abundance-
full, overflowing.
Good memories
like luscious fruits, fill up my
cornucopia of dreams.
Stored deeply within,
and reaching beyond,
it is blessed with abundance;
a feast before me
to feed again, grateful thoughts
when sad hunger strikes.
From my cornucopia,
I retrieve life's sweetest gifts.
Flittering all about, unknown souls - get to know them.
—by poet
As the wings of a butterfly uttered simplicity,
Hues aroused in me curiosity; humble is she.
Each soul, created carefully; cornucopia eyes.
Sukkot's a holiday seven days long
supplies to buy, a home to build
No one's inside in our neighborhood
The fragrance of myrtle
the esrog's beauty
Cornucopia of pageantry
harvest's heavenly booty
As I remember my quondam days,
I contemplate, I ruminate,
The musings of the bygone time,
Cleaves my heart apart,
With a sharp twinge.
I was tenderfoot, budding,
blossoming.
A bit naive, obtuse,
Savored euphoria in everything.
Being born under a lucky star,
In the cornucopia of,
Love, happiness, and blissfulness,
Was incomprehensible of the,
Forthcoming quagmire.
It came all of a sudden.
Like a bolt from the blue.
Snatched everything from me,
Ripped apart all the bonds,
Left me wreaked, shattered, dismay, lonely.
Those memories haunts me,
Like terrible phantasm.
Fancy to be over the moon,
Yearn to be as happy as a clam,
But how could I?
My Seventh Heaven,
Got burried under jinx.
Date of submission: 19/03/2021
All around the horn and neatly placed inside.
A battle of the fittest, a chance to seek a bride.
The mythical Cornucopia, a consecrated piece.
Sought by all the Gods, a broken horn from a beast.
A cheat became a bull, a legacy now it warns.
If you mess with the bull will you get or take its horns?
Maybe it came from Zeus the answers not quite clear.
I just set mine on the table with some turkey and a beer.
It might be filled with fruit depending on beliefs.
In Colorado it might be pot to give some good relief.
However, it got its start, it’s now a symbol and very trendy.
Whomever may possess one will live a life that’s good and plenty.
Cornucopia Poetry Contest for Kai Michael Neumann
5-10-20
lorn, horn plenty;
diplomatic abundance;
overflowing mass;
~
symbols of supply;
goods, things of a specific kind;
shaping like goat's horn,
~
vegetables of corn;
ever so plentiful so...
flowers, fruits, and more;
5/10/20
Placed #6 place in Contest
For CORNUCOPIA POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
In Classical Antiquity, “Cornucopia” means plenty,
A symbol of abundance, nourishment overflowing;
That was my Mother, a Cornucopia for many,
In her lifetime of service to others, without crowing.
Evelyn was many things, but "Master Chef" by definition,
The magical commissioner of a welcoming kitchen;
Where small talk ensued, as heat was applied,
Every recipe and dish, using taste as her guide.
Location mattered not, twas her home or yours,
Or a campsite somewhere, Mother loved the outdoors;
And the tools of her trade, simply counted far less
Than the magic she used, to sooth and to bless.
Like Christ on that hillside multiplying fishes and loaves,
She defied earthly science, mouths fed by the droves;
In volumes that satisfied even neighbors, and friends,
Our pets also royalty, their palates too cleansed.
Between meals our long table, was always reset,
Place settings in waiting, cleansed and well prepped;
‘Cornucopia’ describes best, our dear precious Mother,
Prepping meals now in Glory, for our loving Heavenly Father.
In a lavish land of bountiful luxury
designer clothes lace their debonair
supersonic dreams celebrate wealth
magnates in mansions and fancy cars
wine cellars and buffet, silk ties in style
usurped soul in vault, slave to the dime
booming business in stocks and bonds
fortune and fame, luck of golden diadem.
abundant worries, like poor and penniless
spectacular elite, in an ocean of emptiness
It's more and more money, in a cornucopia
million dollar smiles, hiding plentiful phobia.
10th May 2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name Cornucopia
Cornucopia
The season arrives and and I must prepare
my horn of plenty will be dusted soon
to garnish anew with all fruits and greens
and feed my Muses with such tender care
a broken horn that Zeus had repaired
gather together the sweet and green food
to satisfy and reveal a new mood
to replenish my empty soul again
abundance anew resembling a coup
awaiting for now a new time to pend
when the season flows and then recedes
the horn is placed in a flowered bed
while all around it new buds will arrive
My cornucopia will be alive
Cornucopia contest
Sponsored by Kai Miichael Neumann
May 9, 2020
Cornucopia of Glory
Come to the Cornucopia of food
It will lighten up your mood
Bring happier times in dreary days
The the sunshine rays cast away the haze
To a plentiful glory
Tell your story
A story of hope, fun, and friendship
This is what the Cornucopia brings
A sense of kinship
Under the seamless sapphire of the sparkling sky
my mind morphs into ornate vase of blooming vale,
carved out in chromatic contours by cheery cascades,
gliding through the bounty of blossom on wing of zeal.
Harbored in the stony shore of the boundless blue sea,
a lone pebble I roll relentless on tireless tides of time,
caressed by the serial surge of the incessant waves,
spreading endlessly on me with the plethora of pearl.
Under opulent sky’s celestial show of countless stars,
we sailed with soulful serenity on the river of fervor,
on interminate voyage to the estuary of eternity where
leitmotif of love from horn of your heart immersed me.
As cryptic clouds of gloom drift with sordid shadows,
in secretive silence of uncertain times of roiling turmoil,
a pensive pilgrim I’m sheltered in God’s promised land,
for I’m blessed with the cornucopia of His divine grace.
Posted : May 1, 2020
Judged and N/A (Contest : Cornucopia) : May 12, 2020
June 16, 2020
Contest : N-A Re-Run 8
Sponsor : John Hamilton
soul harvest
my mind the horn of plenty. . .
words overflowing
For Brian Strand's the 'Sen-ru ( rather than hi-ku)' Poetry Contest
When attraction drawns
Two people together
You can feel the energy
That's so powerful, that
Electric charges travel
Through their bodies
As the passion
Grows and grows
Until It becomes to
Powerful to contain
As their lips touches
And their bodies wrap
Around each other
In total ecstasy and melts
Away in an uncontrollable bliss
Her goodies stuffed inside, petrified fine.
String of pearls, perfectly round, peachy keen.
Courting spicy cerise bottle of wine.
Silver flute melody apt to be seen.
An hourglass figure — chalice of a queen.
Rotund seedless grapes impress her red lips.
Gossamer stockings, two to hug her hips.
The goat horn, receptive to one lover.
Cleopatra’s adorned with beauty tips —
Her charm, Marc Antony will discover.
4/21/2020
Cornucopia Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Kai Neumann
A cornucopia comes to us
Inside of a goats horn
It's an abundance of plenty
It is surely nothing to for you to morn
You should celebrate you see
For it's an inexhaustible store
Within in this horn of plenty
You'll never be wanting more.
It usually appears when we give thanks
During the season we know as fall
After the work of the harvest is done
And after we have given it our all.
Held within this goats horn
Are many amazing things
fruits and roots and flowers
Many treasures to you it brings
When this cornucopia shows up within your life
Be grateful for what you've got
The cornucopia only come to the grateful ones
And for the others, it does not.
So if you want to enjoy this horn of plenty
This horn with an abundance of what you need
Work hard, be grateful and kind to others
Fill your life with love, not greed.
4/20/2020
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