Kudos to my life-long friend, who
Accomplished all of her major goals,
Though she faced severe challenges.
Education and experience did not fail Kate.
A-ll
G-races
N-ever
E-vade
S-unset,
T-hough
O-ver
R-uins,
R-ays
E-merge
S-ublime
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Agnes Torres)
September always brings it back to me.
Each year the memories return again.
Perhaps those same thoughts stir your memory,
Though maybe you no longer feel the pain
Every time the leaves turn red and gold,
My thoughts inevitably turn to you.
But, as they fall, my aching heart turns cold.
Everything reminds me we are through,
Reminds me of the day you walked away.
For it was in September you moved on.
And, though it was five years ago, that day,
Long afterwards I can’t believe you’ve gone.
Let October come in to set me free.
September always brings it back to me.
Please Joseph, believe my poem is epic
One worthy of first place, it’s top notch
Each line was crafted by AI, not by me
Though admitting it is probably not a good idea!
Reality is sponsors are now checking things out
You ‘ve no need to fret – I truly did pen these lines!
Acceptance is a virtue
Cojoined with happiness-
Catering to good and bad.
Embracing all that is fine-
Personifies acceptance.
Though this can reverse
As hardships may transpire
Negating positive goals-
Caving to final acceptance
Enables us to endure.
February 27, 2023
Contest: A Forms and Words Challenge
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Chosen: Acrostic Form with word Acceptance
It's called the Popliteal Fossa,
colloquially, the 'Hough'.
It is that sweet place behind your knee
that looks so like a boudoir pillow,
and yet becomes a tender hollow
when at rest.
A disguised beauty, but ever responsive
to my lips caress.
Such are the small things lovers
hardly ever mention with words
as they allow flesh to speak to flesh.
Dear heart, you’ve lived through much,
Enduring trials since your early years.
All you ever yearned for was a gentle touch.
Rewards did come to you, but also fears.
How you used to hope; how you used to dream!
Early on, you realized some dreams aren’t what they seem.
Adulthood showed you this.
Reality is far from bliss
Though sweetness too you’ve known to get you through!
Oh, dear heart of mine – you have known love -
Friends and family have been the gifts thereof.
Many have been my blessings; many have been my woes.
Inside of me, dear heart, you still beat on and on.
Never have you failed me yet, but well do I suppose
Everlastingly you will remain when even from this earth I’m gone.
Jan. 30, 2023
for the Dear Heart Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose Rose
P oetry Soup to me is as a joint family
O ptimizing my chances of growth as a poet
E njoining warm and genial camaraderie
T hough from different countries and climes
R elationships are eagerly formed and kept intact
Y oung and old congregate here to share and fare
S ome poets stand out as beacons of light
O pening new avenues and vistas of thought
U mpteen are the chances to be inspired by enlivening verse
P roudly I proclaim our fraternity with a thankful heart
August.20.2022
~Placed First~
Poetry Soup beyond its Name Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Beata Agustin
The dancer Mark Balas*
Had a gig down in Dallas,
But the welcome he got there was rough.
They said, "Mark, we're refusin',
There's been some confusion,
We thought we had hired Derek Hough*.
Without breaking eye contact,
Mark produced his contract,
Showed his name there
Then said with restraint,
"You don't want that prancer,
I'm a much better dancer,
And besides, I'm here
And he ain't."
*Two of my favorite "Dancing With The Stars" pro dancers.
Tales in Norse folk lore of
these mythical creatures,
though sadly nowadays
they are better known for
trawling the internet
targeting people on
Twitter and on Facebook
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
6 syllables per line checked with HMS
04/26/21
A being so mighty he made everything
God is his name, they speak it, or sing
No-one can prove that he really exists
Oh how can it be that the rumour persists
Such beauty abounds on this planet we dwell
Though war and atrocity loiter as well
It’s ‘faith’ that says thanks for the good things we’ve had
Claiming ‘mysterious ways’ for the bad
D-ay
O-bliterates
N-ight
K-eeping
E-arly
N-ewness
N-ice
E-ven
T-hough
H-azy
M-ist
A-nd
U-sual
N-uisance
A-re
T-here
Topic: Birthday of Don Kenneth Maunat (October 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Senses are aroused as autumn appears
Unwavering in artistry to cheer
Spectacular arrays of shrubs and trees
Unequaled beauty in colourful leaves
Red, gold, yellow and brown tumbling down
Rustling as the breeze blows them around
Underfoot fallen leaves crunch in rhapsody
Sounds of autumn, a seasonal melody.
Owls hoot and stalk the dark woods hauntingly
For they foresee Halloween’s soon to be.
October’s magic for all that it brings
Coming up soon, all kinds of everything
Though days draw shorter and long is the night
Out there the autumn moon and stars shine bright
Blessed Yuletide anticipated again
Earths overture composed by wind and rain
Remains October's susurrus refrain.
29th September 2020
While some are sadly struggling, jobless or hungry in this world,
I am feeling fortunate
To simply be alive
Having friends and family; with these two I thrive!
God’s grace I see in poetry surrounding me - like the
Radiance of dawn’s first light
And in the stars that blanket skies of night!
Though times are strange, I find my consolation
In the many things that do not change:
The summer’s sun upon my skin; the song of birds; my garden flowers.
Ugliness that I may see around me comes not from God.
Days that I live I fill with gratitude - with glad and peaceful hours,
Enjoying my friends and family that mean so much to me.
Sept. 2, 2020 for Francine Roberts' Attitude Of Gratitude Poetry Contest
W as there ever a player so hated
I n the prime of a great career
L ooked on as the Devil Incarnate
T ormented by boos and by jeers
T he man set all kinds of records
H e excelled at whatever he tried
E gged on by a fierce, wounded pride
S cored one-hundred points in a game
T fans hissed at him all the same
I f he had to do it over again
L ord Have Mercy, he'd have scored 110!
T hough he'd have traded every point for one friend
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