A Shower Of Romance
A misty breeze gusted through the west
Swirling towards the east
Like a woman twirling in a new dress
Light rain glistened like diamonds to say the least
People hurried to make it to shelter
To flee wrath of the impending weather
Like magic straight outta a fairytale
Fate had them wrapped up in a envelope
Together they planned to elope
Their love stronger than ever
There was no stopping them no matter the weather
It was indeed a shower of romance
In Paris, the city of love, capital of France.
Caleb Owabor
January 2024©?©?
The wind gusted over the forsaken hills
The grasp of its strong, imperishable hands causing a trill of noise
Echoing and rebounding over the delicate curves of the Earth.
The smell of strong grasses and pollens stuck to the winds never ending lungs
Sending both dirt and leaves rustling amidst the scene
Trees and abundances of green licked at the delicate breeze,
As the dance of the sky was mimicked nonchalant by the jubilant bees
The worries of winter long gone
Due the brightening days of the freshly bathed dawn.
Fertile Fields
By Migdalia Torres
A cobbled stone made of red brick, which
I picked up and placed on a solid white
rock pressed against Venus whose tales of
Fertile Fields were just not true
The myths of the Greek Goddess Blue Moon
which shined against the Valleys Green Tall Fields
brought to mind of a Paper Copy Photo I had
of her riding upon a Big Charade of Fire, being pulled
by Two White Pegasus
I started to walk alone in the Center of the
Field, when suddenly a Big Strong Breeze
blew the photo out of my hands and into a
Big Leafless Oak Tree
Then a Storm gusted Tornado Wind blew and raise
the old photo past the clouds and into the
midnight sky
Good-Bye I waived to the paper photo
You are right to be set free
The Fertile Fields will become fertile once again when all the
Greek Goddesses join Venus and come down as friends
Unconventional, they mocked the establishment
Clad in paisley tops and bell-bottom denim,
With a symbol hanging on necks wrists or belts -
An emblem of inverted V , the birth of protest
Where murmurs from unrest gusted through lyrics,
In Woodstock of dreams hailing Baez, Hendrix, Dylan
As flower-power’s youth signaled change…
People of the 60s wrapped in love, not Vietnam rage!
Although experimental, they rallied a quest
For oneness, for a gentler‘ Blowing in the Wind,’
They lived on the streets to ignite an ideal
Which flashed ardor illuminating hearts,
In a kinship which assuaged a decade, lost
To claim their anthem, ‘peace begins with me;’
Embracing a norm with the grace of harmonious light.
For Richard Lamoureux's People Contest
6/6/2018
The budding appearance
On the cylindering lily
The fast forming interference
Heating the night chilly
The bird eyed the sparks
Yielding flowering tickles
Clouds ballooned in the parks
The desire designing the sickles
As the colouring heightened
The river curved and charged
The wind gusted and tightened
The poems clouded and enlarged
The sonnet emailed me
Oranging with glee
19 May, 2018
There are Debbie Dis-Gusted, Dis-Delights in this crazy world, so neatly.
And they all want to be my most utter best friend, and seek me so sweetly.
Which I now understand has depleted me absolutely and completely.
As walls I do not build; my emotions are always on Open-eatly.
unexpected changes
winds belied August
gusted from October cold
geese are flocking now.
Wild is the winding wind
blowing breezy gentle
blatantly bold unafraid
blustery brisk squalled
weaved whipping zephyrs
wreathing wriggled gales
whirlwind wafting chinooks
flurry fluttering tempest
fury fist furled typhoons
feisty folded twists
circling coiled distortions
cyclone current mistrals
curvy cued loops
chilling spiraled gusted breath.
Old Maid Hadder, Got Madder And Madder
Old maid Hadder, got madder and madder
wind blew her bonnet and wet upon it.
Soaking showers from a blackbird's bladder
taken aback, next she fell doggone it!
Did not matter, her day in a tatter
rain pouring down, gave her another frown.
Wind drove and gusted all the more at her
in her shame she felt even more a clown!
She could never rise not that it matters
her sad life now placed her in such tatters.
Her legs exposed showed fatter and fatter
with no lover, simply did not matter!
Sad tale of a mad, old lady Hadder.
To get up, had to use a step ladder.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-17-2015
English sonnet- (modern)
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 109
Oh, God and Goddess are all around us.
from place to place unguided,
they’ve found us.
Land of limpid eyes and skies,
where mystery abounds.
‘Mongst lisping lips, oft heard
Gaelic limericks sound.
While gale gusted winds whip wave
dashed waters to mist;
atop the high cliffs of Moher
the Fairie found us.
Sent to the dreary realm that is now my home
Made to seem I had no choice of what I had to lose
Only memories of my mind which I am left to roam
A captive of a battle, a judgment I could not refuse
Maligned by twisted truth, betrayed by ones most trusted
My voice muted by a flow of tears, and told not speak of it
I watch the ship drift away, as the winds of treason gusted
With the dagger of deceit, the most solemn vow was split
I stand alone upon the shore and gaze at what was my land
I look down and see a reflection to see a truth I cannot declare
The truth within my eyes and its sand falling from my hand
To even the balance of justice, the sins I am thought to bear
I cry to the powers, the virtues, and to the Throne
To guide me though treacherous waters, and help me atone