Each day seems to be an endless delight.
Rainbows of optimism enchant my sight.
Like monsoon drizzles, fullness flows and floods.
Worlds of hope are seen in the blooms and buds.
There's an unknown stir in my inmost soul.
A weird whirl curls and furls my hidden goal.
A sunbeam silently enters my shrine.
Like gold in the sun, my heart and mind shine.
New blood of change flows through new flesh and veins.
The environs are in mirth, freed of pains.
As the grace of the divine fills the earth
Physique and psyche seem to gain new birth.
Categories:
furls, life, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Each day seems to be an endless delight.
Like rains of monsoon fullness flow and flood
Rainbows of optimism enchant my sight.
A world of hope is seen in each new bud.
There's an unknown stir in my inmost soul.
A sunbeam silently enters my shrine.
A weird whirl curls and furls my hidden goal.
Like gold in the sun, my heart and mind shine.
New blood of change flows through new flesh and veins.
Physique and psyche seem to gain new birth.
The environs are in mirth, freed of pains.
As grace of the divine pervades the earth
Categories:
furls, life,
Form: Rhyme
Murmuring melody mesmerises the dawn.
Colours, like disco lights, elegantly branch out.
Crows, sparrows, robins, and parrots camp on my lawn.
Between harp, lute, sitar, and guitar, there's a doubt.
Is there, amidst the clouds, a lava eruption?
A cloudburst brings, instead of water, hue embers.
Between gold clouds and silver skies, what a duction!
Thunder and lightning bring in untimely tremors.
Sunbeams, like uninvited guests, gleam the green leaves.
Streams and brooks carrying prisms flamboyantly flow.
Breeze brings sparkling stirs between the furls of wheat sheaves.
Hiding behind tentative dewdrops, sun dusts glow.
Gloom and gleam, like celestial mysteries, are merged.
Are heaven and earth, into a new cosmos, converged?
Categories:
furls, nature, sun,
Form: Sonnet
Riding a great dragon’s tail through the soaking wet darkness of the early morning,
Red,
Tails and tails of red bending through the breathing stone as I inch closer to the labour camp,
Closer and closer to the sacrificial alter of Kronos,
Where I hang my heart from his crooked scythe of time,
In exchange for small pieces of silver,
Never big enough to free me from the great dragon’s tail that furls red through the weeping shade of bitter cold,
Never big enough to unhook my heart from his Scythe and give it full and healthy to my daughter’s,
Never big enough to leave the labour camp,
Never big enough to feel the rings of time shining long and warm on my pale skin,
Just enough to keep me coming back,
Just enough to chain me to the red tail,
Just enough to lock me away from every colour of meaning,
Just enough to enslave me in perpetual servitude,
In honour of those small pieces of silver.
Categories:
furls, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Deeper than the Pacific Ocean's Mariana Trench,
Bottomless curls, furls, swirls, and whirlpools of thoughts and feelings;
Thoughts go deeper than the Challenger Deep that does entrench -
Designs and adorns the inner core of the earth's ceilings...!
The depth of the heart is deeper than the deepest depths, vast,
I do not mean the biological heart, that's flesh, weak;
My heart is a poetic, romantic creative art,
That incorporates the universe that does volumes speak...!
Sunda Deep of the Java Trench is very deep as well,
Could anyone measure the true depths of a conscious mind?
Thoughts take pleasure in the central core of Hades to dwell,
Frenzy passion wants, with the deepest of worlds, to be twined...!
Depth of thoughts and feelings and words and verses should prevail,
They should tell the world, each day, many a liberty tale...!!!
Categories:
furls, deep, feelings, heart, wisdom,
Form: Sonnet
flowers shrubs plants trees birds beasts streams and rivers --- constant painting contest
the lenient sky
accommodating each shade ---
capacious canvas
Multicolor carpeted hills and vales invite each creature,
Seas and oceans and waterfalls enhance zestful feature;
Curls and furls of blooms and plumes narrate new nature stories,
Forms and shapes and folds and molds spread beyond territories...!!!
03 June 2023
A Monoku, Haiku and 4 lines of Rhyme - Same Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
furls, nature,
Form: Other
Do you see streams and rivers within me?
Originating from mountains and hills
Each, like kids around mother, full of glee,
Abide, not forgetting their first spring thrills...
Do you see the marvelous world within?
Treasures, creatures, and serene scenes akin
No cutthroat competition, here, to win…
The soft breeze gently stories many tell
Though storms and gales and tempests break all hell
Do you hear from my heart an unknown bell…?
You could go deeper and deeper and see
With the divine warmth, the water depth fills
The swim to the other shore does begin
Souls, safe in furls and curls of my waves, dwell…!!!
09 February 2023
Fragmented Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
furls, sea,
Form: Rhyme
breeze with green leaves compose new melodies
wild bamboos play fluent flute ---
ballet dance of flowers
Bluebells painted sky canopy curls furls
lily white clouds form world maps ---
sun feels shy of shining
birds and beasts play around in merriment
bees and flies fresh nectar hunt ---
snakes end hibernation
golden glitters spread around land and seas
smiles of heaven seen on earth ---
dead seeds resuscitate
05 April 2022
Categories:
furls, environment, march,
Form: Kimo
With your dad idling in a box stand for huge bucks.
Over time, you're fled with mates, proving plucks.
After all, swiftly, your kids start engaging in sport.
Over the eager mass, they may trap your caring snort.
The sensitive inner voice is voraciously unhappy.
A bird in an enclosure inside a parent's bravery!
It mused with sails when tackled with the ocean.
It stood back from the nest in awe for heaven.
It draped blaze in such a way to reach the moon.
And strayed the long-appreciated rules of the boon,
Also, hypothesize what our flawed eyes might follow.
From that ugly lofty position of vehement sorrow!
For the dirt's posterity, this is precisely madness.
To confide in ocean's furls their home excess.
We are thrust in the hardness of your wings.
Anyhow, the fore divided signs of airy plings.
If you're ripe to revere those who heaved you,
Besides, all other bodies sailing by your view,
And acclaim the person who conceives you from the void.
To arise as an idiosyncratic being, yet not decoyed.
Written: February 04, 2022
Encourage Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
furls, analogy, appreciation, beauty, caregiving,
Form: Rhyme
Blue shawl unfurls
Furls spreading white fringes
Waves covering the cold shore
6.7.2021
HAIKU- FIRST PLACE
Categories:
furls, sea, winter,
Form: Haiku
Star worms snort dreaming with mouth agape;
dark blue vales attire earth's satin
couch; sky furls its far spread, dark,
wet, clouds of wings, and he
mourns, groans and, disguised
as strewn scatters,
stealthily
flies straight
down…
Earth
spends a
glamorous
night with her love,
sky, and when she feels
sun's dawn, she sends her night
love; yet remains her secret
love on news headlines since farewell
tears glisten as dews on blades of grass.
Syllable count: 9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/1 & 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9 (Ref. howmanysyllables.com)
*A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 21, 2020)
Dec. 10, 2020
Double Nonet Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: William Kekaula
Categories:
furls, earth, love, night, sky,
Form: Nonet
When he comes home smiling, moon blooms,
With stars, her darling kids,
Yet when he far does roam, she glooms.
She furls her wings and burns her ends;
Without his love, she shrinks;
She bends, and bends; her gloom extends.
Wearing sadly a thick black shawl,
Abandoning her choir,
She bemoans, and him she does call.
On hearing her plea, home he comes,
Brighter moon does bloom, and
Merrily with him, songs she hums.
[Nature]
Syllabic count: 8/6/8 in each stanza
Oct. 24, 2020
Writing Challenge – Tercets – Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
furls, moon, romance, sun,
Form: Rhyme
In snow-frozen fields, merrily marigolds smile;
Sun prolongs his shift and night furls her veil;
Alone, moon mourns and light clings to a stile,
And a poet stiches stars, on a stand still sail.
*9th Place* in this premiere contest (judged on Oct. 2, 2020)
Sept. 29, 2020
Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Original poem: Dream Stitcher
Posted on 9/20/2020 for the contest, Completely Your Choice (13)any form any
theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
furls, imagination, moon, poets, sun,
Form: Rhyme
In sand dune deserts, fresh fountains spring;
Delicate cactus dance in mangrove-lit streams;
Lush green leaves in breeze graciously swing,
And a poet stiches stars, on soft skin of beams.
In snow-frozen fields, merrily marigolds smile;
Sun prolongs his shift and night furls her veil;
Alone, moon mourns and light clings to a stile,
And a poet stiches stars, on a stand still sail.
To a desolate cloud, earth hisses her desires
While upward a river, boater paddles his skiff;
Crawling under a thicket ... lovers pick briars,
And a poet stiches dreams, clinging to a cliff.
*A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 3, 2020)
Sept. 20, 2020
Impact and Metaphors Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: William Kekaula
* An Honorable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 21, 2020)
Sept. 20, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (13)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
furls, dream, imagination, poets,
Form: Rhyme
A golden sun I yearn to see t'morrow
That’s never, ever dawn in my life-time;
The crows will caw with its first-ever glow,
And wrens will timely chime a welcome rhyme.
The sun will brightly dawn with healing rays
And scorch forever to cease that Covid, beast,
Who chokes our throats with his, malicious gaze,
And furls the table, laid for ceaseless feast.
Red-bills will bring the news of a vaccine,
And hospital beds will lonely … bemoan;
Young men will queue for delicious cuisine,
And elders will break their bedridden zone.
They all will coolly fly in festive air
And dive in fleecy dreams with little care.
That’s = that has
Syllabic count: 10 syllables in each line.
Rhyme scheme: ABAB; CDCD; EFEF, GG
Sept. 30, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(23) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
furls, blessing, celebration, farewell, natural
Form: Sonnet
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