Every tenth sundry
ven-
dor owns at least a
hundred and seven-
ty free flop-
of-the line gamey
loconut
brief cakes loved by lep-
ers prying
into malty poor
pound
pay dirt
left dangling
both uncodifried
and super seeded with the wood-
en
heaped goons of small and
in-
significant re-
lated risk bakers
misusing
government fun guy.
Evening breeze entices mortal souls,
Tangled dreams drifting amidst stars.
Harmonized vocals whispering with promise,
Elated to bask under heaven's dome,
Reincarnate bold ideals that strive to flourish.
Exhaling goodwill at every beat.
Audible gasps at the strike of midnight
Laden with hope for humankind.
AP: 1st place 2026
Romance revered in classy nightclubs
Harmonics in bluesy melodies & lyrics
Youth, the feeling kept alive in dreams
Teasing hearts with enchanting notes
Heaven most surely did inspire
Magic spells cast across steamy starry nights
Artists and musicians gather inspiration
Never tiring of the game
Distorting truths convoluted as they may be
Bands play way past easy midnight hours
Lessons woven into spicy lyrics
Untangling emotions from wanton machinations
Elated once the music works its wizardry
Seduction melting away unbidden blues
AP: 3rd place 2026
Pinkie Cat was more than a teensy tiny bit fine
She was the ultimate pink-a-lated pretty feline.
She upgraded and uplifted our old folk congo line
Dancing her two-step self, with a glitzy shine.
Pinkie Cat was the ritziest cat we’d ever seen.
She danced her tail off and threw off a sheen.
We toms watched, thinking she was pretty keen.
She gave me a batted eye look, she is a queen.
Saffron petals, plucked rhythmically
Until a single petal remains attached
Not the answer I desire, so I move on
Find the next flower in the garden
Loves me yes, loves me not
Over and over until the last one stands tall
Whimsically revealing, he loves me so
Elated, I skip through the golden field
Rejoicing in my youthful fantasy
Sunflower Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
05/20/2021
Consoling is echo of love, forever I have heard and known
Oh, how foolish was my youth, searching destiny all alone
Meeting you was utopian debut, and as I did, you felt it too
Indelibly in memories etched, there is no life without you
Never will I do that again, being on road has not been fun
Glad I trudged when I was young, now that trek is all done
Back I am in your hold, as melodies bold, tenderly unfold
Acceding to euphoric feelings two amorous hearts behold
Conjuring images, once dormant, latent clues tugging anew
Kindling now, bright and true, as clandestine passions woo
Home again, I feel charmed, hypnotized in seductive glance
Obsequious in your loving arms, adoring eyes of romance
Mesmerized in soul’s liaison, as bells of joy toll on and on
Elated now, I end my odyssey greeting you in newer dawn
February 28, 2021
Placed 1st: Coming back home poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
i'm doing what
the French
did once
have a wife
and have
a lover
but she's not
a mistress
to me
she's simply
a mystery
to me
she's out
loudly in
spiring
springing
words
on me
in mistrans
lated
poetry
and non
blinking
photography
i'm happy
as she
exactly
makes my
day as i
make
my bed and
that being
said she
greets me
every
night
in my thoughts
i'm holding
tight but
not to ever
let her go
where
her
dreams
will carry
her but
still buried
in my soul she
shall go
to live
her
life and i
will think
of what life
would be
without
her
W-ords
A-re
L-ovingly
T-old
E-xpressing
R-eal
D-evotion
E-ven
L-ife
A-nd
M-ind
A-re
R-ighfully
E-lated
Topic: Poet (Walter de la Mare)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Jersey Shore was where my family picnicked every year
Under the weeping willow with a spraying fountain near
Nineteen ninety-eight we saw a bald eagle fly west
Eagles always soar that time of year to their nest
Though it was a chilly June we swam in the reverie
Encompassed in frigid waters, we still enjoyed our family
Elated we ate sandwiches and drank fresh lemonade
Needing each other with laughter as in the sun we laid
This tradition became a yearly custom in early afternoon
Holding on the memories of the Jersey Shore in June
Juneteenth Contest
Edward Ibeh
July 7, 2018
Favourite flames play in my mind,
Igniting a precious find,
Rages through the very being,
Elated, I find me freeing;
In Your Presence, I am refreshed,
Good waves wash over me afresh,
Never have I felt so cosy,
Instantly, I'm pink and rosy,
To these comforting thoughts I cling,
Imagination - What joy you bring!
Near You is where I want to be,
Great God, You're my eternity.
Musing over these fiery thoughts,
Eternal blessing have I got.
12/15/16
(I've often imagined myself to be God's favourite child and that fire of imagination makes me feel blessed)
SOUP RAP
You can pass me the biscuits, get a chicken from the coup
An give me a bowl of poetry soup
Since I schmoozed wid da muse an I started to write
It’s sure given me a real big appetite
Cos until last year I ain't never writ a poem
From my brain to my fingers didn't know which way I’m goin
But I now got da buzz, verses poppin hip hoppin
I'll keep on 'til they tell me it's time to be stoppin
We got poems that are sad we got poems that are glad
We got poems that say 'why you treatin me so bad!'
We got poems that are tough we got poems that are gentle
Poems so sentimental that they drive me nearly mental
Poems written in a purple haze alcoholic
Poems written in a field - pastoral and bucolic
See I'm learnin to be lit'rate usin good words not obscene
Words like pastoral an' bucolic whatever they mean
So gimme dat soup from the big tureen
Diip my pen in the saurus if you know what I mean
When the words are plated I’ll be re-stim-u-lated
And my verses contemplated be appre-ci-ated
So put your hands in the air all you poetry soupers
Get it on, solid gone, you da troupers souper douper
Your skin glows like a golden apple
blossoms lated as the rose
in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your piano voice
and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your
name,Vee.
The evening ascends in on a great owl.
I am calmed by your vesture that
I may dry your tears of anger.
As my feet falls from my bed,
it reminds me of your town.
In the hushed,
I listen for the last buzzing
of the bees.
My heated eyes leaps to your swag.
I waited in the crystal moonlight
for your secret pen,
so that we may write as one,
face to face,
in search of the glorious red
and spiritual class of love
It is just complicated
no matter how I try it is
difficult I guess it
is not meant to be
Took me time to
realise needs no
answer nor understanding
yet I still tried
Sometimes wondered
other days lated just
for me to get an answer
hey,it is just be
Longed for long time
answer but ended up
confusing myself I
guess I tried too hard
Impatiently waiting for
the un-know but tried
as if I understand yet
more I tried at least
I tried
I tried for moments,
times but tried I did
nothing but tried
at least I tried.
Loveliness Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Lady of my life carrying so much wonder with an
Opal birthstone, a gem to match her smile, she's
Vivacious by nature and brown eyes sparkling...
Ella Rose, my spring fountain sprays while
Latticed hands held crossing the street with
Induced electricity sparking my fire
Naughty while working on her homework and
Elated when her daddy comes home
Sassy days indeed, still perfect in my eyes but...
Shhh...my lovely lady sleeps like an angel
Date Written: February 12, 2016
Home Sweet Home Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Haven of safety free from shadows
Orchids freshly picked in the kitchen
Mamma baking Dutch apple pie
Eating home cooked meals every night
Serenity of memories by the fireplace
Wagging his tail, sweet lil' Mugsy
Entertaining family every Sunday
Entering I feel a dependable refuge
Together our house becomes a home
Habitual prayers at the dinner table
Origins of roots through generations
My home is a harborage glued with love
Elated security built from scratch
Date Written: January 31, 2016
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