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Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul —Unseeking Seeker Contest
Fulcrum of a Rose
pinwheel spinning
reds, pinks, whites, butters
I found the garden’s rest in
peace s i g n
a spray, spewed across this holder
of breath
letting g o
the mailbox painted army green
underneath my nose
I know no more no less
than lessons l e a r n e d
with win some whiffs
does it pass the sniff test…
I’d like to find delightful the p r i c k i n g
of my nostrils, the inducement of petals
at first velvety soft
their perfumes
make my heart bleed
my uncle’s in a green suit, laid out
with just one truck punch, and it lingers
his scent, his lack of smile, the coldness of
the hand I touched -
he’s asleep…he didn’t move a finger
f r a g i l e
youth forever bathed in rose-scented water
a single red rose fought for his life in the snow
the scent lingers in
the leftover towers
I’m adept
in such ghostly afterglow
my husband knows
I prefer T U L I P S
A great tumult has occurred in the sea
agitated waves tussle and brawl in the sea
A sea, whose waters are parted,
parted by a swarming multitude of beasts, and one Great Beast
Beast, I advise you, there is a King, a Star in the Day
riding upon a white horse, Eminent and August
August and Purposed was His way
sword in hand, fetters in one
One, without uncertainly, He rode toward the sea
and with certainty His strike was dealt
Dealt, the waters were parted
by means of one blow all the beasts were smite
Smitten, all but one, the Lord of the beasts
the Daystar turned his strength to the Great Beast
The Beast, skilled and adept, was struck with one articulation
not with a song of death as its intent, but a rebuking
Rebuked, so it might not agitate the waters
fettered, so it could not provoke the sea
See now, the waters were parted
the bodies of which were two
Two parts, divided by the Daystar’s blow
one to the south and toward the north was one
One, agitated, heavy with salt, and broad as elapsed dreams
the North, tranquil and fresh. just adequate to chalice in the palms
Palms firm, the King turned His day heat to the south
and the waters evaporated, so that only pillars of salt remained
Remaining, the Daystar blessed his radiance on the North
with palms the King cupped the unsullied waters
Waters in hand He tossed them into the desiccated earth
and the waters revitalized the salted land in support of the King
And the King continued to shed light on the waters for a thousand years
for a millennium, the earth blossomed.
Blossomed for a time, a time, times five hundred times
after which, the fetters would be loosed
Like a rash, since 1943..Made ss friends, real neighbourly
Introduced them to his kin.' Off his nose he lost no skin
He took a percentage; called himself a survivour, never got
A train ride, though..Never was a camp insider.' He built up
His wealth, by deception and stealth. He's quite adept at
Negating human health, i wonder does he shiver when he
Showers? Or how does he sleep? Is the cost worth the
Power? The souls surely gone. Eyes must just be cold
Stone..No redemtion desire or move to atone.' I don't think
He showers.? But slides into a tub.as in narcasist fashion
He rejoices in blood, warm water; up to the chin, false virtues
Inventing, wallowing in sin, swallowing a camel and straining
Out gnats this old cold wrinkley, WHO craves so much clout '
Its crimminal gain, will countrys go broke? If this jerk gets
Debunked, then we, exposed his sad joke '
selected when but a child
ruddy face and handsome, he,
short of stature, manfully
used the sling to great effect in wilds,
protecting flocks from the beasts
caring for the last, the least
numbers swelling, they increased
providing bounteous banquet feasts
using sling, a stone he threw
aiming well, yes, aiming true
careful placed, a giant slew
epic win for king, for country too
hero on the battlefield
courageously, sword did wield
to his men's hearts, he appealed
claimed high ground on bloody killing fields
poet, gifted with the lyre
soothing words reduced king's ire
breathless verses to inspire
strong laments when times were hopeless, dire
kingly, noble, well adept
loved the law, the precepts kept
like his fathers, he too slept
forty days, the people mourned and wept
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for the Lind30 Rhyme Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
written on 03/18/2022
syllables checked by HowManySyllables.com
This poet decided against
becoming a measly minced meaty morsel
undetected inauspicious augury
assigning adept
aqueous ace AOL amphibian,
who surreptitiously crept
to the secret crypt (guarded by
foo fighters and amazing dragons)
said gendarmes did except
special fluid scrip as egress into
heavily fortified
(with USDA recommended allowance),
thus when the configurative motley crue
including thyself (a bono fied doo
bee brother - long given up for lost,
which "FAKE" oracle
misinterpreted by a goo goo
doll, and cross dresser named Hugh
played being took a vow el,
and hence consonantly knew
all along, i dwelt peacefully
in a soundcloud loo
immensely spacious with ooh
dills of survival trappings
purchased from Peru
laborers treated by free pact
guaranteeing a socially
conscious shopper to rue
painstaking indigenous stoop labor,
now stamped imprimatur could allow,
enable and provide means to shoe
each formerly eczema dappled,
cracked bare foot
ah, a glimmer of hopefulness
(upon this crowded house of a planet) view
which youtube snapchat ting
reddit as joyous outlook
sans linkedin shutterfly,
twitter ring tender flickr ring shoots
communicated an instagram message
of hopefulness kickstarting optimism
versus the initial thread of this poem,
which to set this got off track
(hinting at goal to be
a paperback book writer wannabe)
rather than ending up as a byte size snack
for a limbering beast, into whose tumblr
of one jagged razor sharp teeth
like daggers lined up along a rack
of reinforced steel maw,
which bang for the bite did pack
leaves no room for bing a survivor
as fierce jaws clamp down
worse than getting steam rolled by a mack
truck, but subjected to thee yield,
whence thousands of pounds
per square inch of pressure
on par lambasted from Donald Trump flack.
Grass clutch to the music of dew when spring is near.
When you glide, the breeze brings an impactful smell.
The spring can hold the most sway; it will indeed appear.
Although sunbeams are splendid, the clouds are scant.
Sea waves play tunes, and hued spring blossoms inhale.
God gives us the spring climate as a merciful necklet.
I look up, curious around how the cloud is adept to fly.
Many tangled timberlands and a slew of vines.
Sufficient vigor gasp you to take off with the hawky.
Purple tulips clasp dance to the voice of gold bloom.
Grasp the mysterious downpour vibration on the trees.
The desire for hotter days after a long spell of gloom.
This is a delight that no gem or cash can yield.
When warmth is here, the world is enticing to nibble.
The thawing spring can soar a genuine flavor to the head.
Written June 25, 2021
Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
An echo of lovesome passion, an inspiration of unborn theme,
A muse hypnotic, adept at composing aspirations of my dream,
Omnipresent voice of being, poetry is my love, eternal as time,
Shaping expressions of mind, embellishing moments sublime.
Strumming music enamored, resounding from tenor of heart,
Humming chorus of life, emanating tunes lauding poetic art;
Melodies I compose, musings inimitable, to her they belong,
Lyrics woven in waltzing words; she’s been a refrain of my song.
She is sunshine glinting my day, a shiny star glistening my night,
My companion on journeys opulent, she’s been my utmost delight;
Yet, the contours of her bold imagination, I cannot ever define,
Neither can I restrict her freedom, nor her notions can I confine.
Moody yet engaging, fondly she paints tapestries of my mind,
Luring me to paradise~ metaphors, simile, cogently designed,
Tiptoeing in my amorous view, enticing me with reveries anew,
Softly as sun’s crimson rays, twinkle gems from morning dew.
Poetry is my spring, she is my summer, she’s elixir for my soul,
She’s fuchsia beauty on rosy arc of dawn, doting sights extol;
Alluring, charming, she’s resplendence gold, of autumn’s show,
She’s pure, snow-covered meadows, a season of falling snow.
Why is my body lop-sided?
Notice when I put on my socks
No problem with my left foot
With my right foot my muscles lock
Why are some right handed
While others more adept with their left?
Ever try writing left handed
A scrawl barely readable at best
Why does the hair on a female's face
Take so much longer to grow?
Imagine if the exact opposite were true
Not very appealing, I know
Why do us men stand up to pee
While ladies sit happily on the throne?
Wouldn't work the other way round
A mess we couldn't condone
Why do we always put on our pants
With the same leg first every time?
You'd think there'd be a sensible reason
Right now, not one comes to mind
Why do we tilt our head the same way
Every time we kiss our lover?
Coz if we varied the side each time
Noses would get squished you'll discover
If only we knew all the answers
There'd be no more struggling through life
We'd all be up there floating on cloud nine
Living happily ever without strife
© Jack Ellison 2013
Crystal drops of dew faintly laze
on rose, a leaf, a blade.
They find they are in morning's haze.
A butterfly wakens their daze
Sips bits of sweetest nectar made
then hurries to meet shade.
Magic occurred as the world slept:
fairies collected dew
from lilac-soaked clouds, secrets kept.
Drops of rain have become adept
at hiding from sun's heated flue
their lilac dewdrops too.
Sweetness gleaned from a pansy's face;
dew spins nectar, it's said.
Bees and butterflies find its trace
seasoned with cups of Heaven's grace
and pollen, on wings, will be spread
to kiss new buds ahead.
June 17, 2022
For Dewdrops Poetry Contest
by Angel L. Villanueva
Howmanysyllables.com
8th place
Nonagenarian father afflicted,
his body electric awry
with congenital heart failure,
before long twill bid existence bye
whose physical well being -
corporeal essence inevitably will die
unavoidable manifest destiny...
accompanied into afterlife courtesy death
envision caricature immortal grim reaper
moost ofttimes (normally leering)
brandishing trademark scythe,
impossible mission to skirt dark shadow
creeping closer along edge of night, not shy,
eclipsing former robust native son Brooklyn
once upon time aforementioned sturdy strong guy
metamorphosed gallantly,
gangly, and gawky youth
courtesy blood, sweat and tears
conditioned into muscular trim physique
with equal fervor did apply
figurative nose to grindstone, and well nigh
academically succeeded (think flying colors)
attending City College (back then free - no lie)
deservedly acquiring mechanical engineering degree
furthering advanced studies at Columbia University
General Electric career employee
opting early retirement at age sixty
subsequently clocking thirty plus orbits around sun,
a widower past fifteen plus years, he
steadfastly remained married approximately
half century, and twas... understandably
grievously, honestly, and inconsolably sad
when terminal illness stole key
once dirt poor wife i.e. bride (never bartered)
who bore him three offspring - me
including an older and younger sister
acutely aware I (nsync with siblings)
may learn (ex post facto), our father
though art(fully) adept with smarts already told
tragically could succumb (think demise - see
above) regarding pandemic
indiscriminately claiming thee
storied Zayda as linkedin with progeny
thyself begat (deux) from yours truly,
and biological kith brought forth
their precious kin, whose limp body
born aloft without survivors
without filial piety
bequeathed as Boyce Brandon Harris'
soul into realm of dead souls eternity.