So many more. Just a sampling of favorites, per contest instructions.
For each poet I have included a sampling of titles in parentheses.
THREE OF MY FAVORITES
Gershon Wolf
Gershon lands me in stitches.
In his wise and funny hands,
I can’t help but smile or laugh.
A grin happens, belly twitches.
(Sex Sells, War is Hell; Tingles, Twitches, Creaks;
Scant Solace in the Solstice, Old Bessie)
Caron Krutsinger
Caron carries me to Wonderland.
Her muse and faeries’ mischievous.
Earthbound - school, kids and pets.
Her quaint stories, written offhand.
(Sleeping Elfin Baby, Santa Puppy Begs for Bones,
Unicorn with the Rainbow Tail, Fluffy Fat Robin)
Evelyn Judy Buehler
Evelyn’s poems’ immersed in hues.
An imagistic touch of stirring magic.
God will gift her with eternal colors -
Not one of them, she will refuse.
(Clashing Colors, Scarlet Noon, Green Door, Moonlight Blue)
12/30/2022
Who is your best PS poet or poetess Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Dubliner James Joyce
once had an 'imagistic' voice
Then became so expermental
complex&linguistical
Poem as depicted here.
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CIRCUMLOCUTION was inspired by the poem, Him & Her Intersection, by Brian Bilston. In the 2015 Great British Write Off, he won the poetry prize for this poem disguised in a Venn diagram. My interpretation of the intersection poem scans differently to his as the intersected part is to be read in a loop, as suggested by the title.
The Venn diagram poem is an interesting intersecting visual poem written inside a two-circle Venn diagram.
It could be written on any subject where a contrasting viewpoint is key to a successful intersection poem. The idea is for the two outer sections (the opposing views) to be read independently taking the intersection into account, for example, xxxxxxxx X / X xxxxxx (the lines don’t have to be of an equal length.) This intersected piece ‘X’ should flow in a logical statement from top to bottom—I aimed for imagistic prose.
bitmojis parade
Boston to Georgia and back —
imagistic rush
2/19/2020
The trill of the Nightingale
Reminded me of sleep—
As my mind began its wandering
Through a vale of downy sweep.
And I became a Poet,
In my imagistic style—
Sharing tea with Emily,
If only for awhile.
Then the stars became as diamonds,
A billion-one, or two—
As I became a richer man,
If only for the view.
Till there interposed a Meadowlark,
As Emily would say—
My mind no longer wandering,
As began a snowless day!
petrarchan tradition
love for the
lady
except the great one
154
three quartrains and a couplet
volta imagistic turn on ninth classic
shakys on thirteenth
iambic pentameter mostly
abab cdcd efef gg
i failed in arith-
metic
It has been stated that on judgment day
We may be given not the shape of diamonds,
But of bones.
Plausible now, more than before
In our last days we shall infuse as one
(To mirror the imagism of each other),
Yet display no parallelism
Could that be why we were
Disgusted by daring faces,
Yet never revolted?
A hankering feature once she was
Saturated by a plethora of alleviation
along the current she’d sway
Her presence infusing meaning
In elementary shapes
And esoteric hymns
Makita te quiero
Tu eres mi amor
Cacophonous were the echoes of yesteryear
In the face of unyielding fear they flourished
Oblivious to their imagistic cataclysm I dwindled
Who had known of such a fate to have married?
Theatrical strands of faith and vindication
Gradually descended upon each square
The sun’s oath had risen to fruition
Beauteous framework begins to evolve
Bearing the august seeds of revelation
Answers in which I sought
Rested within pendulum clocks
As throughout my life
Many webs they have spun
Amongst tribulations I have toured
By not a second did hope age
A novelty twas the leaf
Upon which I have turned
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