contest -2026-05-21 Ponder Poetry Contest
Sponser-Constance La France
Deserted roads and the blanket of night,
there walks a carefree girl, talking only to herself.
In the depths of dark shadows,
she questions her own thoughts,
as if carefully examining
the pathways of her future.
She must reach her destination
before the night slips away,
before the roads converge
and dawn arrives too soon.
Thinking, reflecting, and pondering,
with every arrow ready in her quiver,
she sets out determinedly
toward her goal
Deserted roads and the blanket of night,
there walks that carefree girl,
lost in conversation with herself. while the world sleeps around her.
Clouds rolled overhead as the wind whipped up molasses
The sweet heady scent of the Incoming storm
I call for you now, to come in and shelter
A call left unheard in this wild open space
Clouds swiftly darken casting shadows of starkness
Sweetness turns brittle as the air hunkers down
Echoing sounds of the wind determinedly surging forward
Air smothering daylight in a heavy cloak of velvet
I call again, to summon you home
A call caught up in the billowing gale
The crashing shriek of branches breaking
Herald warning to seek retreat
Then all at once, eeriness falls
Deafening silence enveloping
In the eye of the storm all I saw was you
Your bright amber eyes holding my gaze
Calling me home to come in and shelter
To weather the storm with you on my lap
Calling me in from the storm and the chaos
Too late as I hear the thunderstorm clap
Angels are almost silent
Subtle
treadbare steppers
subliminal stalkers
determinedly quiet
except at choir
a pair of cherubic hums
can equivalate
to the drones
of a billion bees.
Can you separate
the noises
of bouncing sparrows
on wet sands,
from belly-down
thin-skinned slitherers
roaming in beds of grass -
obscenely dense,
from burglarizing ants at a picnic party?
Angels are seen
since they come to visit.
Unannounced,
but friendly faces
beaconing
like lighthouses.
Their halogen coronets
fulgurate and exorcise
diabolical agency.
Other angels may be noticed.
An invasive host
shod in threatening boots
dangling peace and safety
but entangling angles
strangle.
Hopes
course
in descension:
brambles
boulders
ports of fire.
"Streets of Solitude, losing your way behind fogged glass of bliss, a journey to reality." Quote by poet
Away from mental incessant chatter,
A walk in solace away from the world,
Off time, a sense of elation scatter
A will to feel utter fatigue shatters.
A shaded path tucked away in slumber.
A struggle, dire against impossible,
In surrounding walls of dark and umber,
Cornered, hidden beast huddled in lumber.
Treading, determinedly, upward, the tree's
Sunshade is thinning, revealing a vast
Cadet blue sky space, glorious to see.
Leaving the world behind upon the breeze.
Clinging on determinedly
To the ferociously fast train
My palms burning in agony
Turning what I called home
A tiny speck in the distance
But 'home' is in ruins now
With bombs falling everywhere
Anywhere
Sirens wailing in my ears
Heartbreaking cries of newborn babies
Tear-jerking screams of loved ones
Being forced out of my home
The place I slept
The place I wept
The place I dreamed
The place I lived
The moonlight shines in the dark
Guiding my way
Yet I still question
Will I ever belong?
October 19 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 13-14
Key Verse – Mark 13:5 And Jesus answering them began to say, Take heed lest any man deceive you.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR WARNING US
AGAINST DECEIVERS
Praise be to God for warning us against deceivers with their:
Dishonest words
Disgraceful ways
Disrespectful witness
Detrimental worldliness
Dysfunctional waywardness
Mark 13:32-37 Praise be to the Lord for
commanding us to be watchful while:
Waiting actively for His arrival
Working abundantly by His affirmation
Wanting His approval along His assurance
Walking against arrogant and apathetic attitude
Withdrawing from abominations through His assistance
Mark 14:6 Praise be to the Saviour for
delighting in our good work wrought on Him:
Dearly with dedication by His divine design
Diligently with determination to His direction
Dutifully with dependence on His driving defense
Devotedly with decisiveness through His distinction
Determinedly with discipline and discretion from destruction. Amen!
October 19, 2024
The music was lively.
The young dancer, unable to restrain
herself, stood and shuffled slowly to
the dance floor. His eyes followed her –
hopeful, but with sadness and concern.
Her gait unsteady, her cane little
help, she began to move – awkwardly
but determinedly – until her eyes
filled with frustration, fear, and
finally resignation; and she stopped.
His eyes filled.
She slowly lifted her gaze from her
uncooperative legs – until their eyes met.
Their painful frowns slowly morphed
into a wistful expression…
And they danced…Across the years,
In sweet remembrance of times
held as tightly in their memory
as they had once held each other…
And they smiled.
Show me a suit that fits comfortably
Underneath is a body toned to a 'T'
Covering up God's imperfection determinedly
The rest of us stew in silent agony
come hither and dance my sweet
we will revive the stars and the moon
gods of the cosmos will be jealous
our moves will be exquisitely our own
I did not hesitate when he held out his hand
it was warm, firm, determinedly manly,
his smile warmed my face and my heart
I heard a giggle, not realizing it was mine
I’m awoken every morning with the yapping of birds
Perhaps the only exhortation to swell and spread my buds
For sundry to see, to digest whatever meal I serve
For this day like any other, different dish I prime
Forget what you saw yesterday
Didn’t you see the day retreat into the silent night?
Didn’t you see the sun wane into a lobe so beautiful at dusk?
Me saw it pregnant, retreating to surface with greater good
Fresh as it calls, bringing with it tidings
So longed for, so much coveted glidings
So I majestically swim in its waves
With timid jumpsuit washed away, awash in its claves
Am puffed up at the tick of every hour
On thorny and snaking road I meander
Determinedly employing every slither to thither
For yesterday I was afraid of the mileage and I covet their power
The courage you see, the scars you count, the bruises that bleed timely
Say not sorry to me, because they fuel my grit and bleed not blood
But life that I so much desire!
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Written: August 29, 2022
Poetry Soup Beyond Its Name Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
She just would like to marry
And her own wedding flowers carry;
On this no longer tarry,
For she can babies carry;
Yep, on this cease to tarry;
Fast make it like Ferrari!
Time to start hating Arnold Harry,
Who mainly cares about eating Garri,
Determinedly wasting time
While it is quite ripe time
To judge this a real crime
And add that it tastes like lime.
She, sure, should try The Ageing man,
Whom she knows as only Dan,
Who has been her sparing a smile
And in it no obvious guile …
And she shall Harry owe no apology,
Who has majored in Biology,
Child bearing risky after Thirty-five,
With God out of it and one won’t be alive.
He is out to spread his tentacles
In the face, of combative obstacles,
And dying to end through a tackle
Any unacceptable spectacle
Between The Rickety and The Ramshackle:
Busy roads he’d started their channels,
Hateful robbers sealing off their tunnels,
Corrupt judges replacing with panels,
Supported subsidy showing with funnels,
Filling stations without towels obliging flannels
Bottled water for user of runnels
His love for dogs at their kennels...
Determinedly spreading his tentacles,
All the wrongly jailed breaking their shackles!
Broken hearts turn into crimson roses
Meant to be held as prized artefacts
Even if they shall never mend
For hearts are as brittle as window panes
And none has ever been able to glue
A broken pane back together
Yet,
Broken hearts also turn into flying spirits
And allow themselves to be blown
Across the lands and over the oceans
If they allow not the closed minded ones
To keep them as captive roses in well secured
Gardens or in colourful vases!
But it happens that broken hearts
Meet with the one powerful enough
To create, in their midst,
Acceptance and thereby setting the ground
For healing to happen!
These blessed ones tend those hearts
As fervently as the devoted would pray everyday
Or as determinedly as lovers would fight for their beloveds!
Broken hearts then turn into magical elements
Being that which others want them to be:
Either a rainbow for some,
Or a unicorn for others,
Regardless,
As long as they would ignite sparkles
In the eyes of those who would cross their paths,
For,
Their motto would solely be:
To hold out a healing hand!
I maintain we are rude
Not only when our manners are crude,
Determinedly wolf down our food,
Our dressing hopelessly nude,
Publicly start a feud,
Into others affairs intrude,
Keep laughing as others brood
But also when others are in a meditative mood
And have up stood
And we are still sitting down
Like one waiting for a cup of coffee, chocolate brown!
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