I'm intrigued by what there may be
'neath great depths of ocean and sea
Treasures lost from life's history
A mystery A mystery
What's buried under ocean sands
Pirate's plunder and wedding bands
I dream of finding pearls in strands
With my two hands With my two hands
Ancient vessels, sunken for years
found off the sea coast of Algiers
admired by Mesdames and Messieurs
Toasted with cheers Toasted with cheers
I'd drain one mile of a river
just one briny little sliver
What will its waters deliver?
Would I shiver? Would I shiver?
What secrets do the oceans keep?
Do monsters swim or do they creep?
I long to execute a sweep
In fathoms deep In fathoms deep
Curiosity in me wakes
To dive within uncharted lakes
and sea beds risen from earthquakes
How high the stakes How high the stakes
But sunken relics from the past
remain interred in oceans, vast
Bounty from ships with broken mast
My dream downcast My dream downcast
June 1st, 2022
Fascination and Awe Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Poetry Form - Monotetra
How cool to sway naïves unaware,
Cooler still, a man of ken fair,
Even a wall were I persist,
Not one— a half-wit puffed with air!
How pundits are plagued with spite’s tide,
Powerful with over-spilling pride,
Green horns nigh uninitiated,
Vexed, my verses had once decried.
One may from a croc’s jaws get free,
May sail across a maddened sea,
Wrap a cobra around his neck,
How hard to please one, fool that be!
Not so hard to get oil from sand,
Quench thirst off mirage in parched land,
Even to fetch a rabbit’s horn,
How hard to bring round a ham hand.
What fascinates: world’s attitude,
In other’s ill luck feeling good—
Schadenfreude and a Freudian glee,
How world’s today stuck with the crude!
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Tongue-in-cheek |06.05.2022|
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
What fascinates me
is we fail to see
truth before our eyes
and bliss beats that rise.
Objects we behold,
around our mind rolled,
are present in space,
manifest by grace.
Before we exhale,
to again inhale,
there’s a pregnant pause,
of this dream world’s cause.
What fascinates me
is we fail to see
that we’re breathed by God,
yet not overawed.
Body is but dust,
from Mother Earth’s crust,
which we then ensoul,
to play our life role.
This world is but thought,
that heart’s desires brought.
If we be but still,
voids within will fill.
What fascinates me
is we fail to see
that we’re living light,
bubbling with delight.
24-May-2022
HMS, Rhymezone
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
This music that is playing on this bus
Is robust, cheerful and energetic.
African beat if there ever was,
To give the journey a touch of magic.
It brings pep into my African foot,...
Like I could stand and start moving
And start people wondering what's afoot
That an adult man could do such a thing!
Yet a work colleague of mine
Did exactly that the other day.
He was clearly feeling fine,
In the passage dancing away!
Such is the character of our job.
Very deep its lows can be.
It has actually caused people to sob
And can make one feel really shabby!
Therefore, when a good moment comes
The likes of us can feel elated,...
Can take the floor without any qualms
When by music he is liberated!
The cascading stream murmurs as it flows on plateau
through the draping emerald forest fostering opulence,
splashes silver streaks on the wavy contours of the vale
with flicking torrent like the swan flock in fervent flight.
It meanders in lively loops on verdant swathe of ferns,
sprinkling with exuberant strings of splattering pearls.
It glides serenading through their symphony of silence,
blending with the whispering tune of the rippling wind.
Flying over the crystalline water of the bubbling flow,
the returning robins twitter joyous springtime song.
As in the boughs of trees the new satin leaves rustle,
beguiling butterflies flitter around color burst flowers.
The sapphire night sky above silhouetted forest canopy,
wears the bejeweled stellar crown of the twinkling stars,
silver tinsels trickle through diaphanous moonshine film,
in a trance I’m fascinated by nature’s awesome splendor.
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May 22, 2022
Contest : Fascination And Awe
Sponsored by : Jeff Kyser
Comfortable silence
Conversations
made by our eyes
Bodies that intertwine
like souls who've met
before our time
Long loving laughter
that feels up a room
Time stands still
just to watch us kiss
with intention
Fear escapes us here
Stresses neglect us
Certainty is mine dear
Please say thank you~don't be rude
Ever sit and watch people feud
Over the hills and valleys to
People say crazy things that make me come unglued
Laughing until I am blue
Even some I think belong in the zoo
Date Written: 5/18/2022
~Note~ Acrostic Rhyme
Colors, amber, tangerine
Gold and hues of deep scarlet
Rustling in the quiet prayers
Of those who hear His breath
In the silence of a moment
Whispering Autumn magic
Melodies of gentle squirrels
Preparing for the winter
Charming birds in gilded coats
Praising the creator with chirps
Chortling songs, melodies
Lingering on the crisp air
Wonders alive, like dancing leaves
Inspiring hearts and souls
To listen to the vibrant glory
Echoed in shadows, silhouettes
Branches near emptied of hope
Almost naked, they aspire the wind
It’s the season of breathtaking
Scenes, praising the One who made
A way to leave the Summer’s heat
With promise of humbling revelations
Calling from the sing-song applause
Of nature’s stunning abode
Listen to Autumn’s silence shout
This is the splendor of a season’s caress
Kissing the heart and soul with joy
Touching the spirit with earth’s precious laughter
The soaring elation of God’s sigh
Ringing His heavenly fascinations…
As Autumn smiles!
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
May 17, 2022
My fascination excels each time
sun descends, giving Earth a kiss.
There is no poetry, not a Rhyme
to tell of my reaction to bliss.
Sun leaves a trailing, lest we forget
her majesty, as dusk circles nigh.
Her colors that glow--a special set
dazzle even the wandering eye.
From butterscotch to apricot skies,
with amber, scarlet and ruby wine.
As clouds don robes in a sunset's guise
The moon even seems to pause its climb.
Cascades of colors greet weary souls,
each night, looking to a sunset sky.
Glimpses of beauty as they unfold,
around the ebb of Sun's phantom tide.
May 16, 2022
for Fascination and Awe contest
by Jeff Kyser
Honorable Mention
I stand in awe of courageous women
Brave women who have broken out
Thrown off the shackles of domination
Said there is more to life, I deserve it
Who speak passionately without fear
And are willing to die for a just cause.
I stand in awe of thoughtful women
Who raise their children with values
Teaching them to do what is right
Admonishing them when necessary
Realizing they are molding the future.
I stand in awe of strong women
Who claim their rightful place in life
Teaching by excellent example
Unafraid to be bold when bullied.
I stand in awe of gracious women
Who stand tall and wear a smile
Who are admired for their presence.
I stand in awe of talented women
Who sing, dance and make us laugh.
I stand in awe of my mother!
Written May 16, 2022
Submitted to “Fascination and Awe” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
[The title doesn't really fit my poem, but I can
change it after the contest]
Who would answer if I knocked?
A little gnome in stripey socks.
Would he call out, “ Who dares to knock.”?
Or sic on me his pet blue fox.
Would it be a lonely hobbit
wearing cobbled boots he wears by habit
and a cobwebbed hat of furry rabbit
Sipping mead from a wobbly goblet?
It doesn’t look like a fairy would
for it isn’t decked how a fairy twould
with childhood dreams and elfinwood
Convinced I am of the likelihood.
Who ever lives in this tiny abode
Their door to the world has long been closed.
Where a peaceful meadow once outflowed,
Paved up to the door by a busy road.
I’m mesmerized by the ocean.
Whether it’s almost silent and still
or thunderous and in turbulent motion,
I’m in awe and cannot get my fill.
The majesty of so vast a creation
overshadows each sight and sound
around me. During contemplation,
all else simply fades into the background.
Wading in its shallow, surging foam
is pleasurable, but I prefer
gazing at it from a distant cliff. When I’m home,
in my mind’s eye, the waves will stir.
I don’t have to sail the “ocean blue”
or know all the life that teems within
to be mesmerized by the magnificent view
of the ocean. Soon—I will see it again.
*"Columbus Sailed the Ocean Blue" is the title of poem by Jean Marzolo.
November 27, 2021
entered in the Wonderstruck Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
December 26, 2021
entered in A Strand (Dec 26) Poetry Contest
May 21, 2022
entered in the Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
June 15, 2022
entered in the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
the large bouncy ball nestles in the basket
the small bumpy one rolls into the hole
the hard, seamed one flies over the stadium fence
the ball that's kicked lands in the net of the goal
what is it about its round form
that fascinates everyone so, that
as we grow, we often trade one for another
always looking to 'have a ball,' you know
WHAT FASCINATES ME
Dauntless Lighthouse always fascinates me
with tremendous awe and extreme curiosity.
Radge turbulent ocean waves swelling on outrage,
threatening hitting vessel on pitch dark night voyage.
Billowy stormy rowdy crowd of cloud to uproar.
Intermittent beam of lighthouse not to ignore.
‘Tornado or Cyclone may thrash’ is weather forecast.
Sudden gust to pause, to recur or to outburst.
Forceful windy breeze chasing rain showers in hail.
Flashing rays of Lighthouse to guide vessel on sail.
Whirling wind throwing dreadful devastating thrust
Vessel trembles, how long brawny tempest to last?
Vigorous sea waves, Violent breeze, thunderbolts loud.
The lone Lighthouse stands still sentinel dauntless proud.
12/20/18
Edited on 05/29/22
Fascination and Awe
Contest Jeff Kyser
To me yours love fascinates.
My heart want to you.
My crazy mind says.
You are my Lord,i see it.
To me yours love fascinates.
My heart want to you.
Reverence too,my now,is from you.
And everyone wish is also with you.
Let this life will name of yours.
My every heartbeat,from is your name.
I love meeting you.
My heart want to you.
My crazy mind says,
You are my Lord,i see it.
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