I rarely go to temple,
Though when New Year comes around,
I do not feel complete until
I hear the shofar’s sound.
Some synagogues stream services;
I listened for a while,
But the rabbi’s talk went on and on
And wasn’t quite my style.
I turned it off and went to sleep,
Yet while I calmly drowsed,
A noise disturbed my slumber
So I suddenly was roused.
It was a shofar from the street
And it was being blown
In the familiar rhythms
That, since, childhood, I have known.
My husband woke up also
To the blasts, both loud and clear,
Which, from right below our window,
Wished the world a sweet new year.
*This is my poem from October 3,
when PoetrySoup was down
Categories:
drowsed, holiday, jewish,
Form: Rhyme
Doused and dizzy, I drowsed
On a tropical island, I roused
With Calypso music on my head
The troubles in my heart were all dead
The beauty was finer than gold
Like a tale of heaven that's not been told
Waters as blue as the skies
Shone to mend the sorrow in my eyes
The sand on the shore became my bed
I laid down till the hue of sun turned red
And when darkness engulfed the light of day
The moon in the sky turned to gray
And with the kiss of waves by the shore
I reached out with my hands to ask for more
More time on the island paradise
Until the sun in the sky is on the rise
3rd place
Categories:
drowsed, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Wild, old dog singing everyday
It does not have a holiday
Singing songs about other's glow
Like, it does not have gleam to show
It sings on dark and stormy night
It always sings when day is bright
It sings to halt how others shine
It's drowsed on other's own fine wine
It chatters like an old, old goat
Instead of rowing its own boat
Feels bad when pushy dogs succeed
Just like envy is its own feed
But comes a one dog with wild dream
It does not care about the scream
It only cares about its catch
That one day, its hard works will hatch
Categories:
drowsed, animal,
Form: Personification
Sharp curses on empty air
Like a hate plucked from lonely vine
There is nothing right and fair
To faint hearts drowsed in lies of wine
Categories:
drowsed, hate,
Form: Rhyme
There was a fairy whose name was Fanny,
She had a dear friend whose name was Danny,
At night, they used to stroll among flowers,
Talking and walking, they forgot the hours,
Before they noticed, it was early morn,
Time to hide from men in the field of corn,
One night, they were sauntering as always,
When Fanny saw the cornfield was ablaze,
She and Danny called Fred, Jane, Claire and James,
They carried water to put out the flames,
Flying with speed, but they couldn't put it out,
The breeze was blowing, it spread all about,
Danny said, "The humans, we must wake up,
This fire is huge and we need some backup",
Fanny and friends flew to the nearest house,
And beat on pots and pans, people to rouse,
They got up and saw their cornfield on fire,
Fanny, Danny and friends hid on the spire,
Soon, firefighters came and the fire was doused,
Adventure over, worn-out fairies drowsed.
21st February 2023
For Eve Roper's "Nursery Rhyme" contest
Categories:
drowsed, adventure, fairy, kid,
Form: Rhyme
An impulse, like hunger or thirst, that marks,
Need for defense from a danger that sparks;
Nervousness if not attended to and healed,
Turns phobia and soon great power wield...!
Aren't snakes, spiders, and cockroaches creatures?
Don't tigers and lions have tender features?
Aren't fire and air midst other facets,
Function as Mother Nature's great assets...?
Why should I fear the dead and their spirits?
Aren't good deeds to the alive, my merits?
Can daggers or guns or cannons kill me,
When the endless life, in my soul, flows free...?
Psychologic senses, yet, are aroused.
Cognitive logic, like drunk bees, drowsed.
Behavioral emptiness created,
Emotions, for the sake of fear, weighted...!
Fear is like a rope that seems like a snake,
That, for a split second, my self does shake;
This, like a speck on a stream, flows away,
When confidence and courage come to stay...!
16 January 2023
Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Categories:
drowsed, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Her smudged face in the bathroom mirror,
seen from bruised sheets.
The open mouths of high heels
one face down drunken, the other gaping.
Headlights strafe the curtains,
a scant dress clings to the oily back of a chair.
The room has washed up
on the grey surf of dawn.
She walks back into the room.
Her slip white as bone,
sallow skin dimpled by day-peep.
In the dark, she told you her story
as you drowsed beneath a shadow mind.
You did not want to know her
and now she won’t look at you
as she leaves.
When she’s gone,
you lay for a long time
in your cotton shrouded tomb;
it is way too big for how you feel.
Categories:
drowsed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The weak rays of dawn
Struggling to
Drive out the darkness
Her sleep-drowsed heavy eyelids
Opening slowly
A semblance of light yonder
And here,
The big deep brown eyes
Forcing the thick eyelashes
To part
The apparently shy sun
Not in too great hurry
And here,
No flutter,
But languid movements.
Cheer spreading across the sky
And here,
Smile suffusing her face
After all,
With the Eastern gleam
Another
Looked forward to day begins,
Another
Chance for love to beam
Categories:
drowsed, love,
Form: Free verse
In the tall green grass of August I lay,
And the sky was a sparkling deep blue,
And the orange sun sat on a distant hill,
As I drowsed in the forever of a moment!
Magenta blush and red flowers over my head,
Waved at the vivid birds floating above,
As puffy clouds drifted slowly, far away.
A yellow butterfly landed in my long hair,
And fluttered away as insects hummed tunes.
Time slowed to a stop in the season of sun!
Written on 12/10 2020
For: IMAGIST any form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
drowsed, beautiful, color, green, seasons,
Form: Imagism
Days are stolen by light begun
With the rise of a savage sun;
Air drips with a wearying clue
To fire roiling down heaven’s flue,
And sidewalks haze in summer’s brunt.
The city is by heat waves stunned
Into dreams of cool hills far-flung.
Waking hours are all drowsed through,
Days are stolen.
Forays outdoor are roundly shunned,
Tales of deathly heat wildly spun.
Clouds barred from cerulean blue
Conspire to stage a drenching coup.
By sun and damp in contest hung,
Days are stolen.
Categories:
drowsed, blue, city, day, seasons,
Form: Rondeau
I must have breathed a whisper-prayer,
A single strand of softest silk,
It must have floated through earth’s clouds
And, caught in current’s upward stair,
Tangled in my angel’s hair.
She must have borne it Heaven-wards,
This thought I barely knew was there,
It must have drowsed in sorrow' s dreams
And, woken with the warmth of tears,
Poured its woes into her ears.
She therefore knew though I did not,
That deep inside I tried in vain,
It must have sighed my sad regret,
And spoke of steps I tripped and stumbled,
As beneath my feet earth crumbled.
For though we feel it's our will only,
Pulling us away from ruin,
It must be His that lifts us skywards,
And His strength that lends our prayer
Angel wings in our despair.
Categories:
drowsed, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Hear the bells ring!
Early though.
My soul still asleep;
drowsed and exhausted.
Pardon and allow me
another dawn.
Perhaps my love returns at dusk.
Categories:
drowsed, sorry
Form: Verse
Hear the bells ring!
Early though.
My soul still asleep;
drowsed and exhausted.
Pardon and allow me
another dawn.
Perhaps my love returns at dusk.
Categories:
drowsed, sorry
Form: Verse