\\ I wrote this poem about my family after being away awhile //
At the eve of the blossoming
Sparrows beautify the glass sky
The sun has given me something
At death of day I fall upon it
The beautiful wrath of Brother
His mother is falling to pieces
For fifty years she has fallen
The Sister of Regret denies it
And everything I fail to fix
Day has left me displeased
I’ll plot a new life tomorrow -
Asleep, I am the sparrow cutting
Wind, wings, yellow dog teeth
I worship sky, sun, tilted windows
I write my name on your neck
Where it bend, I lay it on your skin
Striking
Shocked
Stunted
The Tsunami came as a dream
And gone like a nightmare
Never to be forgotten by some
But lives have to go on
It is snow that may not fall upon
And will soon be lost in memories
Of the next generation
When life gives a choice don't ask why
Don't dwell in dark under a star-lit sky
If music starts playing go find your voice
Don't ask why when life gives a choice
Every life will smile bearing a gift of joy
Echoing sounds of a harmonious ploy
Spreading cheer, donning perky style
Bearing a gift of joy every life will smile
In times of despair, know there's hope
Happiness resides in everyone's scope
Blessings embody within every prayer
Know there's hope in times of despair
Upon every roof some rain must fall
Life once in a while answers your call
When love finds us, that is one proof
Some rain must fall upon every roof
May 14, 2018
Poem of the day on May 16, 2018
HM: Strand select 3 contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
This poem is a Swap Quatrain. This form was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.
Within the Swap Quatrain each stanza in the poem must be a quatrain (four lines) where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. In addition, line 2 must rhyme with line 1, and line 3 must rhyme with line 4 and so on, BUT not repeat the same rhyming pattern on subsequent stanzas. Rhyming pattern: AABB, CCDD, and so on.
pantoum
I ask the Lord's blessing to fall upon you,
I look back with thanksgiving and trust.
The worst of my foes has not broken through
my Jesus is joyful and jealous and just.
I look back with thanksgiving and trust
when your condemnation comes past my gate
my Jesus is joyful and jealous and just
though His vengeance may sometimes seem late.
When your condemnation comes past my gate
I wait on the One who can soften your shell.
Though His vengeance may seem a bit late
God's Son is coming back to free earth from hell.
I wait on the One who can soften your shell.
The worst of my foes has not broken through -
God's Son is coming back to free earth from hell.
I ask the Lord's blessing to fall upon you.
March 9, 2011
Paula's Pantoum Contest
Violence begets violence,
When the gray
Falls upon this earth, but
Possess no legs
To get up and fight or
Walk away with
The gold
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