Radiant vibrant Sun sends scorching rays.
Eyes to escape glances on sizzling sky
Heat waves blowing ! Horrible dazzling days.
Even birds feel weary, don't dare to fly.
Dry soil to get cracked just welcoming drought.
Sweating heavy in tropical summer
Worried farmers are trying to confront,
tremendous heat always hits hot hammer.
Flamboyant flowers in flame : bright crimson
Passion blazes igniting heart to burn
Flashing scarlet blossoms on silk-cotton.
Season summer is tough and rough to learn.
Floating clouds and stormy rains rushed and fought.
At last soothing pleasant coolness was brought.
Duty calls from valleys deep and wide,
Wide like hearts where brave resolve does bide.
Bide the storms, through fire and endless rain,
Rain of trials met with a calm refrain.
Refrain from fear when darkness clouds the sky,
Sky holds hope where eagles dare to fly.
Fly with honor carved in steel and soul,
Soul forged firm in sacrifice and role.
Role of country’s shield in battle’s fire,
Fire of freedom fed by hearts’ desire.
Desire to serve with valor, strong and true,
True to flags in red and white and blue.
Blue, the banner waving high above,
Above all stands their country, duty, and love.
In the whirlwind of time, who said that seconds are decreed?
That your steps must align with others’ concrete success indeed,
That arrival is an unyielding mandate, and deviation a defect?
You see them climbing the spires of their creation without regret.
In iron and glass they carve their legacy, while you remain silent,
A shadow frozen in the ruins of dreams that never grew vibrant,
With hands weary from the burden of unfinished things,
You whisper to life's algorithm: "Recalculate, don't leave me behind!"
But time is no engineer, nor a gentle, loving architect,
It's just the scaffold beneath your feet, moving only when you dare to fly.
Did the monolith mourn it didn’t rise with the first light?
Or did the river curse its flow for not sculpting the world in a single moment?
You’re not behind; you’re just a separate code unfolding,
A unique sequence evolving and flying at its own rhythm,
In a story never meant to synchronize,
But to follow its own course, unchained by time and space.
Hope is like a fountain
That flows above the mountain
For those who dare to fly
And flap their wings towards the sky
(NB The character in this poem does not belong to any country but is generic.)
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The sirens howl.
I can smell the fear
I sow in the city.
My super gun can tear
Through buildings
Where innocent people
Lie huddled in despair.
I do not gloat.
My heart is ice.
I have a job to do.
I feel all powerful
like a god.
I lie flat on the roof
High on a building.
The sun is high,
Scorching unrelenting,
blinding like a furnace
grilling sweat out of me.
Yet I lie still
And watch the streets
For the hated enemy.
He'll come.
He never learns.
He too thinks
he's like a god.
One of us may be dead tonight.
Or both!
Who knows who?
Far away I see the hill tops,
where eagles dare to fly.
Below the happy pastures,
the luscious grasses tall and fine.
Sheep graze, and women watch.
I feel the desires of old.
I wake to the present.
I know my job.
Who can beat me?
They will not see me,
Nor flee from me,
They'll die at my hand.
For I fight legitimacy.
IN DESERT
Sizzling Sun hitting hot hammer.
Me wandering weary in dry desert.
Fiery flame chokes, thirsty throat.
Sensing strong simoom in void vastness.
Sand specks swirl, drifting dust.
Rowdy raven doesn't dare to fly.
Camel carries me : Burnt, blurred sky !
05/07/23
Lines Syllables
1. 8
2. 10.
3. 7
4. 9
5. 6
6. 8
7. 8
Alliterisen contest
Second Place
By Joseph May.
...... Here I fly ....
Do you know why
Have no reason to stay
Going home today
Lighter than air
Not a care
Cause I dare
Yesterday lies behind
Tomorrow is out of mind
What lies ahead
The love I will be fed
Flying foward
Ever towards
Past the horizon I go
It's all I know
Past the clouds in the sky
So high
.. I fly ...
A never ending flight
Beyond sight
Like a bird flying free
How that would be
Break earth's binding tie
So high
I dare to fly
... Set free ...
What wonders I see
Flying beyond tomorrow
Towards the land of no sorrow
Towards my new home waiting
Cause I didn't spend my time hating
My soul is now free to fly
Never to die
... No reason to cry ...
My wings are just carring me home
Done is my time to roam
Past what lies behind
Cause I know what I'll find
Peace of mind
So I fly
.... Ever so high ....
RAINS
Crowd of dense dark cloud in sky.
A bird does not dare to fly.
Wrath of cloud on hit of storm
. burst in tears as rains to cry.
Summer had left soil dry.
Showers refreshing hard corm.
Forgotten love to feel shy.
Torn amour again to tie.
Rainy season in full form.
05/17/22
A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand
IT IS SUMMER
Appears tropical scorching summer
burning scalding searing heat to itch skin
strongly hits with hot humid hammer
Angry ambient fiery to shine.
Sudden gust in blazing Sun, azure sky
Scorching heat is trapped and caught.
Whirling weepy wind goes hot dry.
Fields get cracked and yield draught.
Weary birds seek shadow, hardly dare to fly
take shelter in cool nest for rest.
To quench thirst Jacobin cuckoo to cry.
Eager farmer prays for rain to harvest.
06/01/21
Let sweet rains drop on your palms
Let it cuddle your skin, soften like a balm
Your bangles hum the dreamy rhymes
Let wind waft your fragrant thymes
I am far away from you, far, far away
In dream I sing with you, dance and sway
How are you dear? how have you been?
I am eager to know, truly I am keen
Dark clouds darken the smiling sky
Where the wild wings dare to fly
I am longing for sweet rains to fall
Or sunshine! even it be patchy small
May you stay blissful there, stay carefree
Chuckle and laugh in a catching spree
Hope I will see you soon, in a luminous day
Bye now my love, for you I will gently pray
SUMMER AND SHOWERS
Caught in scorching Sun in severe summer.
Barren Earth! Withered grass! Breeze blowing dry.
Drought with arid field: Worried farmer.
In den drowsy pets, tired birds dare to fly.
Brought gust chasing dust hitting hot hammer.
Oh! Rain! Please come, cracked soil about to cry.
Parching heart of Earth is going to choke.
Searching aqua power for soil to soak.
06/20/19
Third Place
'Rima Ottava' Contest by charles messina
When pain comes like a flashing flood,
Dare to swim in it;
When pain erupts like a blasting volcano,
Dare to burn in it;
When pain blows like a whirling cyclone,
Dare to fly in it;
When pain breaks like a shaking earthquake,
Dare to stand in it;
When pain flows like a roaring tsunami,
Dare to drown in it;
When pain hurts like a searing fire,
Dare to smile in it.
01/27/19
Live inspired, heart on fire, aim ever-higher
Conceive immensely, strive intensely, pursue in a frenzy
Don't kick back, never go slack --- instead, attack!
Don't lie low, or take things slow --- you've got to grow!
Throw in the towel? --- Never! Scream and howl!
Give up the ship? --- No way! Crack the whip!
Give it your all, stand straight and tall, knock down walls
Reach for the sky, dare to fly, the Holy Grail is nigh...
Live every moment as if it's your last
Never look back or regret the past
Look life in the eye and stick out your chest
Whatever you do --- Do your absolute best!
MY SUMMER
In my region tropical summer
playing drama in script of hot grammar.
Yet rain storms appear to soothe and cool
soaking soil to harvest by farmer.
Sudden gust in blazing Sun, shiny Sky,
Stormy whirling wind went weepy n dry.
Summer hitting rough robust hot hammer
Birds seeking shadow, hardly dare to fly.
Tremendous scorching heat is trapped and caught.
Grass withers, dusty fields crack yielding drought.
I enjoy thunders of angry summer.
Roaring storms and floating clouds rushed and fought.
I eagerly long for summer season
Long day is the most attractive reason.
Hot summer boosting bubbling blood in flood.
Passionate flame of desire arisen.
09/06/18
Rubaiat
Contest by Soto poet
Scorching Sun in sky, whirling wind weepy dry.
Summer hits hot hammer, tremendous heat caught,
Hard earth, barren fields getting cracked yielding drought.
In torrid sun rays, tired birds don’t dare to fly.
Sun flares send hottest electrons and protons.
Vibrant flame in scarlet blooms of silk-cottons.
Passion in boiling plasma starts to spin, churn.
Drizzling heat waves ignite sizzling heart to burn
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