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I read other people's poetry and I wonder to myself,
Where do they conjure up their massive vocabulary?
The words I don't know, I write down; and I have quite a list.
Some of these English words, I know belong somewhere between here and Ireland, but maybe in another century, with Coleridge or Thoreau. But yet,
here we go. Betwixt, bemuse, besot, who writes like this?
I have looked up more fanciful, interestingly new words in a month than I knew existed, and I used to think I knew some words. Keep them coming, my Poetry Soup pen pals. I am fascinated, and learning a new vocabulary faster than I thought possible.
At faculty meetings people are asking, "What are you doing?" I'm looking up words, I tell them. Lots of eye rolling; these are teachers, and many, I am afraid, have not opened a book since college but you didn't hear it from me.
I'm a simple woman, not a snitch.
That transfixed in bliss, God may uplift soul,
conscience urges presence to heed love's beat,
to imbibe rapture, all scriptures extol.
Awaking from stupor being life's goal,
void of stillness invokes magnetic heat,
that transfixed in bliss, God may uplift soul.
Subtle whispers ethereal cajole
head to meld with heart, sipping nectar sweet,
to imbibe rapture, all scriptures extol.
Fears and desires bemuse, heart feels not whole,
so surrenders all doership at His feet,
that transfixed in bliss, God may uplift soul.
Nothing need be done to fulfil life’s role,
save embracing all with a loving tweet,
to imbibe rapture, all scriptures extol.
Ceasing striving, relinquishing control,
behold how polarities meet and greet,
that transfixed in bliss, God may uplift soul,
to imbibe rapture, all scriptures extol.
31-October-2022
THIRD-PERSON VILLANELLE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
Encased in mind-body cage,
we know not life’s but a stage.
We seek joy in permanence
but ego scars innocence.
Hypnotised by illusions,
in bondage to delusions,
succumbing to ego ruse,
myriad desires bemuse.
Upon reaching exhaustion,
thought rested’s meditation.
In perfect tranquil stillness,
we entwine with That oneness.
Ceasing to size, vaporise.
We feel magnetic heat rise.
Soma flows, our soul’s aglow;
once again, our heart’s mellow.
Joy cascades by day and night.
Heightened is childlike delight.
Bliss replete, we feel complete,
surrendered thus, at God’s feet.
20-March-2022
Syllables: HMS
Form J - Just Write Me a New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
“Close your eyes, Adam”,
But he didn’t understand,
“Cover with your hand”,
Insisted the first woman.
“I don’t enjoy this game”,
Said he, “you try to bemuse,
Choose other or I will refuse”,
Unable to see Eve’s shame,
“This is not seek and hide,
Stay on the same place,
Don’t let me see your face
Nor come by my side”,
He curled starting to weep,
Lips trembling – the first tear
The first woman’s scorn, the first fear
He didn’t wanted to keep,
“All right, we will try again,
Maybe we create a new play,
You hunt and I do as you say
I rather not see you in pain”,
Eve didn’t shun his embrace,
Parting tenderly his hair;
his lap used like a chair,
Smiling with newfound grace,
And Adam remained quiet
With Eve on his strong arms,
“No other toy has your charms”
giving on her fruit a keen bite.
Form:
Whispers of Light color the Night in lifeless hues
Musical Notes arrayed in soft Quotes for a muse
Filling up Lives with captivating Archives in cues
For moments of Bliss, feels like a Kiss to bemuse
Gentle Insights soften our Sights with pure truth
Creating a Peace that will never Decrease its ruth
Embracing the Heart from the very Start of our youth
Echoing Hopes, finding moral who Copes with uncouth
From the Darkness comes a Starkness that sighs
Words within a Poem, so you Show him who tries
With passions Alive, burning to Strive so they rise
Above the Pains life sometimes Gains before one dies
Faith makes one Wise in another’s Eyes detect grace
That blinds the Soul who is Whole and cannot face
The past that Casts a bitter shadow that Lasts to chase
Black thoughts Around and finally Abound in this place
Loving feelings Abide deep Inside the one who feels
Alive with Compassion that leaves you Ashen from appeals
To be Appraised by those Amazed that love like this seals
The heart with Joy which will Destroy any corrupt ideals
In Rhymes Sublime Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
November 1, 2020
You are my soul's hinterland Huntress
methodical in seduction
beautiful in bashful entrapment,
capturing this man's mania for erotic offering
leading me into open fields of forbidden fantasy,
Disrobe my desire, denude my fire
that spires hot for you,
you are my naked rose
the tempt in my nose,
study me into your curious and craving eyes
steady my focus for inescapable caress,
take notes of my heart
make love to my every part,
You are my love Muse
the woman I choose
the pulse I use
a breath and skin
I savor to bemuse,
no other woman
shall shade and confuse
our loving views,
this face is yours
my tongue adores your shores
my Quill explores all your doors,
grab me needily
where the throb for your grip is thickest,
spread petals silken pinkest
lay wide your pleasure purest -
J.A.B.
Happiness,
a worthy life quest,
if it be
permanent,
igniting each node of form,
in boundless rapture.
Fears, desires,
endless thoughts spirals,
hypnotise
and bemuse,
holding us captive for life,
until we shake free.
What avail
is this fleeting joy,
when sorrow
soon follows,
teasing, taunting, torturing,
whilst we trauma bond?
In the void
of tranquil stillness,
magnetic
currents rise,
transmuting our consciousness,
as bliss throbs renew.
In being
and so becoming,
soul wisens,
heart glistens,
as God’s boundless grace in-pours,
making us complete.
01-February-2022
Give Me A Shadorma Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Syllable count: 3-5-3-3-7-5 checked on PS
latent muted newfound observations, quests raging
bemuse our heart and confound the mind
maverick ego is at play again
inducing cravings we must leave behind
beguiled, confused, depraved ego feels guilty
such pangs of conscience usher dawn
entering silence the ripples cease
betwixt bliss beat’s rise we are reborn
prayerfully quiet radiant soul tames umbrage
deeming thought forms as but illusion
thus by doing nothing at all
flame of our innocence exits delusion
delightful empowering favours God Himself infuses
bliss magnetism cascading in feeble form
on choosing to shed our resistance
heart’s swept away in love’s benign storm
If all writing is, indeed, a mere ruse,
Why do I need an inspirational muse,
or editor my syntax to masseuse
Mind's eye is vapid and obtuse;
My brain is calling an immediate truce
Inane pretenses no longer refuse,
and with sixth sense consciously fuse
Mundane fare is now abstruse;
Morose wit critics dare not abuse,
or for lack of purpose, design accuse
Metaphors, metonymies tightly noose;
Colloquial sayings, truisms freely infuse
Slang terms, archaic words out of use,
In remediated discourse common, diffuse
Choppy meter, bland rhyme schemes choose;
No rhythmic patterns, contrived forms to confuse
Do not need with limericks, riddles to bemuse;
Trite puns, silly jabs will laughter's tonic effuse
Troubled as to what I'll choose
something which will bemuse
the man who has it all
This is not an easy task
it's an even more strenuous ask
that the present he shall receive
will find a smile or joyous laugh
Happens every year, selecting
something that may cheer
Bringing sparkle to his eyes
a genuine smile from ear to ear
In retrospect, this dazzling effect
can be achieved I do believe
by drinking good old fashioned beer
Maybe a quiet meal for two,
for our love is old, old and true
Counting our blessings
that we are still here,
to celebrate this special time of year
Oh, I'm sure we'll have a ball
Together forever
The best present of them all