A soothing wind blow,
Leaves follow a shaky show.
Looks brilliant with Sun’s glow,
See,its nature’s go.
Beauty is nature’s momento,
Think deep and not shallow.
Natural aroma is great to follow,
Fly like eagle and keep clouds below.
See the beauty of nature’s meadow,
Sunlight and the cast of shadows.
We have signed the nature’s manifesto,
Either an entrant or a veteran fellow.
Categories:
entrant, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
I once lived in a realm
A kingdom as vast as an open farm
Wondering why I was offered a place so warm?
Sitting without a scepter, a head with no crown
I am just a humble servant
Not a king but one vagrant
I am honored to be an entrant
To be recognized as true servant
I have sailed many seas
Through the years lurched and subsist
Yours is the kingdom where I stand and exist
My life in your palm, so kind and so warm...
I commend, not resist!
Categories:
entrant, appreciation, birth, life, moving
Form: Verse
SOUNDS FISHY
In this recent competition I was number one
And they confirmed officially that I had won
But I actually heard from entrant number two
And she was also told that she had won too
I do wonder what are organisers really for
So few entrants, as there were only four
The prize was a Scottish holiday up in Fife
Not for the full seven days, but only five
I requested if they could extend it to eight
But I never made it there, something I ate
Categories:
entrant, visionary,
Form: Rhyme
I have a contest, up its all about reality in three different
Places where people (who are not fresh out of psychiatric
Care ) are living their lives; doing their thing' Patrick King
For one making a great impact in Alberta' so it can be done
I believe even here.. Maybe a little less so.? Today seeing
Not one entrant as yet.' But I won't write the souper group
Off just yet..) I wish you all; all the best out there
Specially the Ameri--cans' I'm sure they could come up
With something.?
Categories:
entrant, adventure, confidence, conflict, corruption,
Form: Narrative
Naiveté wraps the child
until the chills slowly
begin to snuggle in,
smothering the illusions leaving
the residuals of sickness
and disappointment
that is man.
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Contest: Fallen
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Written: 11.29.15
Word Count: 25
My person was the entire human race. As a child, I viewed adults as ethically advanced and emotionally stable. Thought of world as an Utopia – the best trip I ever had. From this disappointment, I was given the contrast to appreciate forgiveness and those I found that are advanced.
Categories:
entrant, appreciation, childhood, growing up,
Form: Narrative
From loss, Love’s searching might
Kill doves with pine and spite
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Entrant: Rob Carmack
Contest: In it's Essence
Form: Verse : Essence
10.12.14
Categories:
entrant, bird, desire, loss, love,
Form: Verse
Tangled vines crawl up the old, white brick home
They move here and there as if they’re alive
They’re sheltered under the roof, free to roam
Many places in this scene, they could strive
Leaving a great aura about this dive
Vines cross each other, leaves an awesome look
Better than lines written in any book
Both the old house and the dead vines have grace
They align pulling you in like a hook
Soothing and calming you watch them take chase
Entrant into Constance La France's "Tangled Vines" contest
6/29/2013
Categories:
entrant, home, life, nature,
Form: Dizain
each stroke of greased fingers on the mohawk
was a result of a genius work of art
an outlet where my soul barely peeks
yet you cut with your hypocritical shears and your rusty hand
and you call it discipline
and you call it concern
I call it ********
the shadows on my
eyelids were davincis and picassos
sketched in a magnificent representation
of inner self which you all want to see
yet suffocate by your rotten curricula
and you call it quality
and you call it excellence
I call it ********
the silver that glitters in these ears
conceals the tortures of my youth
the horrors that dwell in my every sleep
yet you rip from my skin you are unworthy of touch
and you call it decency
and you call it suitability
I call it ********
An Entrant into SKAT ACE's POEMS OF ATTITUDE Contest
Categories:
entrant, angst,
Form: Verse
Summer Storms
Summer brings floods of feelings to surface
An impressive time period done shown
Having light shine down completely around
Very warm with everything fully grown
There’s one piece of the season that shows dark
Summer rains, warmly falling on the ground
However warm, storms are greatly enforced
Nothing seems as dark, the sky is sure found
Lightning, bright and fearfully striking down
Hurling its mighty electric life force
Bringing its painful terror to true light
The rain from the clouds, come from its high source
I know the storm comes in as a lion
June seems to be stormy and rainy time
A horrible scary time seems secure
Fits into some time of day, like noontime
Storm comes in very harshly, all about
Direly people scurry to find shelter
Summer rain is not the best event here
Rain is surely a large storm, a basher
I look at times passing, enlightenment
Knowing the summer might just be the best
Even with summer rain, it’s wonderful
Rain might be huge, but the summer has zest
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Judy Konos's "Searching For Summer" contest
3/3/2013
Categories:
entrant, life, rain, summer, rain,
Form: Quatrain
There was a wheel that squeaked
Not a sound in the world like it
My senses were surely peaked
Drove me crazy, gave me a fit
The air in the tires leaked
No piece of it worked, not a bit
The whole bike when moved creaked
I could do nothing but come sit
Sound of the wheel sure freaked
So I got off my bike and quit
Entrant into Suzette Crous's "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" contest
3/2/2013
Categories:
entrant, life, me,
Form: Grook
In the puddles of our loving, tender life
There goes a dynamic of going along
Path exciting but some tears are made from strife
Which creates shallow puddles within the throng
Outside looking in, the heart beats of great love
Shoring up a delight, just like a white dove
Reflections of love lies within the puddle
This water is clear and sure doesn’t muddle
Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's " Reflections of Love" contest
3/1/2013
Categories:
entrant, life, love, relationship,
Form: Rispetto
One Sunday morning real early that day
There’s a bunny hopping about the road
He held with him a basket on his way
But he never looked past this big huge load
And he saw what seemed to be a great toad
As he watched he moved directly on by
Went in front of a moving car no lie
Hastened his death by quickly hopping on
His basket and all were flattened I cry
Sadly the Easter bunny has passed on
Entrant into Lisa Cooper Poetessdarkly's "Clue" contest
2/25/2013
Categories:
entrant, animal, death, life, easter,
Form: Dizain
R eady to give a hug and be caring to others
U nderneathe my heart I’m a true romantic
S imply adorable I am, many people have said
S o heartfelt are my feelings of compassion
E very beat of my heart brings a certain peace
L ovely words do I say to everyone I know
L ong will I remain truthful and loving to all
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Poet Destroyer A's "a poem' about you... it can be an ode' a self ballad, any poem about you.. THE POET" contest
2/24/2013
Categories:
entrant, life, heart, heart,
Form: Acrostic
I wonder why I should embark
When there are dreams in the dark
Dreams of every piece and flavor
Drops of sugar, a gift, a favor
Wildest eyes I see out
Shouldn’t disguise what it’s about
It’s not with sleeping or believing
But rather with all this seeing
Into the night you see beyond
I must fight with truth and sound
Ideas manufactured in your sleep
Are products of the night you should keep
They are tied to our past
Not knowing its length or its last
I produce a wild feeling inside
Dreams bring interest opening wide
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Poet Destroyer A's "a poem that has never been entered in any contest" contest
2/24/2013
Categories:
entrant, dream, life, night, night,
Form: Rhyme
I have an addiction, one that I battle
It’s not of drugs, alcohol, or even sex
It’s one that I can surely say does rattle
All my senses are quite annoyed and complex
I deliver my thoughts completely through me
And hone them in a spool of knowledge you see
I keep my addiction active by thinking
I write poems addictively creating
Entrant into Anne Currin's "Battling Addiction" contest
2/23/2013
Categories:
entrant, life, drug,
Form: Rispetto
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