Stealthy romanticism,
Where else can hide,
Than my dear diary !
Twinkling of the eyes,
Time of one's life,
Enrapture !
Blush on a face,
Warmth of caress,
Ends the chase!
Whispers of heart,
Vibes of mystique,
And final embrace!
Moments captivated,
Clicked in no time,
Penned into verse!
No poem means,
Yet muster in
And inscribe !
Take it inside you,
O my dear diary,
Else memories fade !
Draft so peppery,
Seeks desperate hideout
Rests Everlasting Eternal !
Written on 16/5/14
Contest name- Dear diary
Sponsor- Anne Currin
Categories:
currin, art, passion,
Form: Free verse
And my world that cuddles
another heart next to mine
as my stars pulse and fall in line
to discover another, she is beauty pure
while we discover each other
warming the flavor of air. The moon
spreads rays evergreen
blowing them wistfully through the frames,
that I'm connected with a universe
harmless, beautiful, and simple.
She breathes in me,holding my hands
like a soft bracelet of stars
glittering our closed eyes.
Anne Currin---Any Poem, Any Subject
Categories:
currin, relationship, star, universe,
Form: Free verse
Must I quell this sense of curiosity
that leaves my arms open by grace ,
a never –ending brushstroke of chase.
I don’t know how this quest to break rules
relieves my moans as I look at birds fleeting
gliding, soaring. For whatever it is,
I am born from a rebel and angel's womb
gently accepting my sense of wonder
at my own sacral ease.
Any Poem, Any Subject
Sponsor: Anne Currin
by nette onclaud
Categories:
currin, identity,
Form: Light Verse
My sweet regret; resplendently
appeared the star who I would see
light up my life and fill my soul
because not ever in my whole
small world had one shone such as he!
Like polished onyx, glittery,
his dark eyes cast a spell on me
that nearly made me lose control. . .
My sweet regret!
He soon became a malady;
this man still in my memory -
how wickedly he would cajole
me, for I kept my proper role.
No matter, he will always be. . .
My sweet regret.
For the Any Poem, Any Subject Poetry Contest of Anne Currin
Categories:
currin, lost love,
Form: Rondeau
Loving to all around her, happy with life
She started to change, slowly at first you see
It was painful to see the sadness, her strife
She wanted to die, her life was so empty
Nothing that was said registered in her brain
Seems that she was always living in the rain
One day she tried to take her life with some pills
Trying to dull the pain on the window sill
She survived the desired encounter with death
Living to face a new day without sadness
And now with a secure new outlook and breath
The dark won’t be so dark within the brightness
She has found hope in the near death ritual
She’s glad there won’t be a lonely burial
Now life resumes as she survives an ending
Out into life she brings love with her sending
Russell Sivey
Contest: Surviving After Suicide Attempts
Sponsor: Anne Currin
7/28/2013
Categories:
currin, depression, life, sad, suicide,
Form: Rispetto
I got my camo, got my ammo, gun, hunting boots an beer,
gonna scare me a few critters as I hunt me down some deer.
As long as the music's loud they'll be running in full fear,
boys now watch your sites and we'll have happy hunting here.
Oh Man I'm Going Hunting, God I Love It Out There I Do!
Oh Man I'm Going Hunting, now what do I got to loose?
My knife is razor sharp so I can gut them right on through,
and my phone is charged up for the pictures to prove it's true.
But that tin foil service out here cuts my bars right down da two.
Got all my hunting buddies with me so what do I got to prove?
Oh Man I'm Going Hunting, God I Love It Out There I Do!
Oh Man I'm Going Hunting, now what do I got to loose?
Well the trucks packed up an I got me a big ole buck,
three years down the line finely came across some luck.
As long as this big ole' Chevy doesn't get me near to stuck,
couple months down the line an I'll be shooting at some ducks.
Oh Man I'm Going Hunting, God I Love It Out There I Do!
Oh Man I'm Going Hunting, now what do I got to loose?
Contest: Lyrics- By Anne Currin
Dan Kearley:7-10-13
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Categories:
currin, humorous, music,
Form: Lyric
By woods, really deep...
for sprite--wood sprite, I peep!
willows, thorns… hands scratched,
pixie with willow, I yearned!
all through, jars, cans, big, small,
fairy to see, every lid:I pull to fall,
tears down, I hit something aaaah! an elf,
signs to follow, fear engulfs,
deep I walk, wow !my Audi version glide,
jumped on to the seat, elf-- by side
wow! lightning pace, clouds! I kiss clouds!
hugged elf, “love you”screamed I aloud,
“you crazy goose!” screamed my mom,
Jesus! was it a dream?
(Dream as said by my son)
23-06-2013////// for the contest "fantasy"
edited on 20-08-2013.
Submitted for the contest "Any poem,Any subject" by "Anne Currin"
Categories:
currin, dream,
Form: Rhyme
*Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, Caleb Smith, Isaiah Zerbst, Anne Currin, and Eileen Ghali
I'll start with illustrious Andrea,
our talented sonneteer.
She peppers our poems with kindness,
with comments so bright and sincere.
Next, we have Mr. McCaleb,
our sweet gent from Arkansas
From KOs to boogers to nature,
he writes without limit or flaw.
Now, I must turn to Isaiah,
the master of meter and rhyme.
His poems are most reminiscent
of forgotten ages in time.
I cannot forget our Queen Anne,
who graces us all with her songs.
Her lyrics tug at our heartstrings,
yet she's upbeat, lovely, and strong.
Last but not least is Eileen,
the most spirited poetess.
She translates feeling to verse
and writes with such skill and finesse.
Categories:
currin, dedication, poems,
Form: Quatrain
the self is to blame,
we get what we expect,
bad thoughts are the demon,
in self, lives, cause wrecks,
change the record,
expect good and the bright,
be awhile in the coming,
keep on thinking delight,
cos the bees are a humming,
i might just be right???
set a new course in the brain,
yet again and tonight...
Don
re :Anne Currin " I let myself bleed"
Categories:
currin, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
the deeper the love,
the greater the hurt,
the great loss of trust,
but i'm no expert,
till love is just lust,
and you're treated like dirt,
get outa there babe,
and leave this sad twerp,
cos ya must!
Don
re: "Poorly Tailored" Anne Currin
Categories:
currin, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
how it is on the floor of dance,
the touching feeling sweet romance,
disturbing of the slumbering lance,
will he go too far this time,
perchance,
the question keeps arising...
Don Johnson
re : "A Risque Ballroom Dance" Anne Currin
Categories:
currin, adventure,
Form: Rhyme