Besma, rhyme old poetess
The word for her a charming princess
Poetry is her valiant knight
A guiding Muse who pops at night
So obsessive she is about spelling
With a genuine flair for creative writing
Her forte is the soulful human touch
So elated when praised as such
Watching romance and action films her leisure
Reading and listening to music for her a pleasure
Horror movies make her heart sink
For sci-fi stories she has no flowing ink
To serve and enlighten, her wish and dream
With Love, peace and joy Humanity will beam
To help the world beautify, that’s her aim
Not just a goal, for her a right to claim..
Bio Poetry Contest sponsored by : Julianne Williams
I cherish role playing with delight
as a caring mother, called as home's light
in a never-to-be-forgotten joyous sight
as a child in my dramatic actress-plight!
Not to be buried in oblivion was that wondrous zest
when my doll I would kiss, midst warm love, sweetest
like nursing a babe --- feeling so blest
shielding a very precious treasure against pest!
I was then seven years of age with a parent role
to manifest Mama's best dutiful heart as a goal
thrilled for doing my best with all my might and soul
even winning an award that marked achievement-whole!
Grateful* to God for my parents I surely miss
constantly I experience serene bliss
for fondest memory from mind and heart's abyss
now as a Mom in an Orphanage with kids, treating each one as Brod and Sis!
*1Thessalonians 5:18 KJV: In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
October 1, 2024
Honorable Mention, "Fondest Memory" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Julianne Williams; judged on 10/4/2024
With eyes the colour of ocean blue, so calm and clear and deep.
The beauty sits upon your face and forever your beauty will keep.
Hair that goes on forever that twists into a spiral of curls , when you smile your face lights up , like a priceless display of pearls
You are the earth beneath my feet and the clouds above so high.
You are each and every emotion in me , including the tears that I cry.
You are the rainbow in the sky to help me clear the air, Pretty coloured ribbons of red that tie up in your hair
You sing
You skip
You play around , with the joys and sounds of laughter
You'll be loved today
You'll be loved tomorrow, until forever after
THROUGH MY EYES
I have seen many things through my eyes.
I see magic, mystical places, angels and fighter planes.
I see the magic of a summers day high in the mountains.
I see surreal dreamers flying through the rarefied air.
I see Gothic maidens dressed in long black dresses
dancing under the moon.
I see a Spitfire turning on a knife-edge,
sun reflecting off its wing.
I see Julianne singing crystal songs that shatter
the twilight dawn.
I see a quartz crystal cast a halo of colours.
I see the beauty of the written word through poetry.
I see the heartbeat that is the life of the moon and of
planet earth and I see the beauty of love and the
violence of war.
ODE TO JULIANNE
I know a singer, she is such an angel and a Gothic princess, timeless.
From the legendary mid-80s Goth underground scene to today, her great music still captures witches and summer and forbidden love.
Never have such fragile words combined with such heavenly music, surreal in its beauty, real it its concept.
After four stunning albums the Eves called it a day but the tradition continued with
Mice and Jules et Jim; now time moves on and we have All About Eve back again.
What was once a blue ocean is now a crystal clear lake, musical perfection.
To be lucky to know Julianne is one of life’s joys and I’m one of the few to be more than just a fan of this great band.
A lot said of Almighty’s modeling
Just a few minutes to lunchtime ding
Persons like thee make any evidence of such perish
You came out hot from a specific idea
From the horizon of my world
Your image burns like the Maghreb sun
As a mortal of black earth that was once green
I made special effort to collect my mouth after a grin
Which you planted scientifically upon me through a glance
Oh my poor scotched heart how will it ever decode
The messages you send from your bosom?
Upon the part of my lips
Your sweet name leaps
Straight into niche of memory
Gazetted for cauliflory
Creating a colony
There with live pixels
May the heavens bless your viability!
Your flower to be sweet upon maturity
And your virtues be multiplied as your pollen
My nose will never tire to drag in your perfume.