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With a heavy heart I embrace
Willingness to come forth efface
All my many unspoken crimes
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
Beneath the breath of my still tongue
They stay struggling to flit among
Memories of stained sinful deeds.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
To completely wholeheartedly
Accept your judgment blessedly
For your most infinite mercy
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
With a blithesome bosom rising
Of God's anointing sight I sing
Of place of shelter from the storm.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.
12/27/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt - Take The Dagger Out
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
A blithesome royalty, sea of roses smile
delicate faces spark in emerald pasture.
Vivid sunny weeds, dandelions fragile...
no one cares, stems of careless rapture.
Petals felled in wanton lawn mowers,
roots still strong in moist warm blaze.
Radiance return, blooming little flowers
with lion's tooth, serrate leaves amaze.
Sulfur glowing yellow, sleeps in moonlight,
opalesque heads, new dream of stars
Wakes up to sun, soft balls fluffed white,
unburdened wings, fly hours after hours.
A pirouette dance of dandelion seeds
in summer sky, holding hands of wind.
Uprooted wafts fly, survive to breed,
uncertain distant lands, hope gets pinned.
Blowing birthday candles, wish of goodbye....
pangs of separation, siblings all forlorn.
They'll never be together, no tears to cry.
Life moves on, another dandelion is born.
Dated 7th April 2019
Line Gauthier's Dandelion Contest
PLACED THIRD IN CONTEST
Also featured in list of best new poems of the month
By Humber in a drowsy afternoon,
When for my love long lost alone I pin’d,
My heart itself did sing a saddest tune
For woeful swain I was to be destin’d.
And I in pain then lov’d this timid croon,
That disposition of mine redefin’d
Against the verdure that beside had grown,
And yon bare land where Autumn crops been mown.
Th’ immediate surface expos’d a tiny fish,
And came thereon somewhence his entire train,
That blur’d my eyes, did vision diminish;
In azure ripples solace I did gain.
And every bird that flew out of his niche
Demulc’d mine ears that on the bank had lain.
I think of her and of the friends that me
No more confront and give me company.
My head upon a tufted ground takes rest,
And sees the pallid clouds stoop’d from above
To obfuscate the Sun that veers towards West;
These equalise the woe of futile love,
Thus empathise with youthful mind deprest,
And slothful healing thereto do they serve.
And lo the Hills! whence wafts the coolest breeze
The sole wanderer’s weary limbs can please.
The Lark so tiny that a blob he seems,
For he hath sor’d in unrestrained joy;
And scoffs the pensive man by blithesome whims,
That his gay mind with exultation cloy;
Flutters his wings ‘neath sudden Phoebus’ beams,
That through the pregnant clouds have found their way,
Like beams of Hope enkindle morbid heart,
O lucid Stream, now jocund as thou art!
(Theme--Oblivious)
7th May, 2017
The all-consuming, everlasting,
endearing, angering, loving, caring,
blind to the bonds of hope,
ignorant to happiness,
yet wanted, needed,
Life.
Poignant it is, for sadness is its counterpart,
yet euphoric it is, for it lies in the blithesome land,
Life.
Taken away, unfairly,
one can chant,
taken away, too early,
words be spewed,
yet, it is deaf to all remarks,
for Erebos has no mercy,
the tainted tract.
So, beg you can,
return it will not,
they say that the ardour of love is the strongest,
yet what know they,
for death takes all away.
And so, in life,
I owe the little things to myself,
the big to my brood and bruv,
and the biggest, to death itself.
For what is taken away unfairly,
brews a furious desire,
to prove them wrong,
and knowing that all shall be overcome,
with the finality of life.
So, I shall go with death,
not as enemies,
not as friends,
but as acquaintances,
who respect together,
Life.
And what I have lost,
will hurt me deep,
for the words of poetry,
will not help me remove,
the poignancy of loss.
This poem is dedicated to Alexander Technoblade (1999-2022) the person who inspired me to do things, be myself and live a better life.
Written: November 06, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones
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December can be a seraphic break ... not a trek through squalor—
No wheezy winds, no stygian moods ... no suction of sodden days,
Let it simmer with the warmth ... of rapture and rosemary stew.
Let the nimbus sky festoon the trees ... with blithesome skeuomorph snow—
Each flake is a serendipity whisper ... a spark of pure grace,
Let the river rime ripple ... as a rakish scarf on the hills.
Let the roost resound with stories ... sages, and escorts alike—
While the air sizzles with ... mellifluous sigh and a hint of lard,
Let the rugged year resile ... ratified by insight and treacle.
Let the vault of stars above ... be a tailored zenith of light —
A quixotic quilt stitched by ... Siamese dreams and slack-jawed awe,
Let bleak hours resile into ... symbiosis with joy, not scorn.
Allow the standard hush of snow ... to soften the slur of time —
And a slender sickle of hope ... scythes the stench of the past,
Let December be the soul of ... what we almost dared to believe.
The garden is red and white, rows and rows.
Stars are golden amidst a midnight sky.
Ebon roses and gray, somnolent crows.
Shadows of statues pray; angels are nigh.
Disquiet thunder; silhouettes darken.
Lightning momentarily turns scene bright.
Storms might linger; lavish scent of garden.
Chiseled, cherub chins stone-faced, see the light.
Their faces askance with each brightening.
If angels could hide their faces and kneel -
Instead wings hover - under clouds’ twinkling.
The buds - no worse the wear for their ordeal.
Sentient prima donna by blithesome day;
Roses and halos become shadow play.
Get-go scrupulous attention,
live to cornucopia,
Coherence in familial bonds
must ever stay,
Romantic evening is
reminiscent of happier times,
Are the ones standing by you
on your final day!
Guileless life, a battlefield of
every Titan,
For evolution of the race, you
ought to play,
Contentious hard work makes
it iridescent,
Hypothecate moulding for
betterment as if in clay!
Sun gifted you its brightest
sunshine,
Fragrance added through each
breathful air,
Brew your friends well for a
perfect wine,
Appreciate nature add up to a
day's debonair!!
Life is fugacious yet addicting,
its secrets camouflage,
Adopt blithesome attitude,
risible for a hearty laugh !!
Written by - Dr Upma Sharma
Contest name- Take two
Sponsor- Nette onclaud
On 03/4/14
Previously entered into
Shakespearian Sonnet competition
sponsored by Karen Puff,
Written actually on 26/1/14
In every thick and thin, you stood with me.
We have, together, made a happy home.
Sleeping and waking in you, I felt glee.
You withstood each seasonal syndrome.
You went through extreme thunder and lightning.
Earthquakes and tsunamis shook your foundations.
Whenever tornados seemed frightening,
You enwrapped me with hope-affirmations.
Bits of compassion existed between us.
You shielded me. I mended you when needed.
There never was, between us, any fuss.
We never left each other's needs unheeded.
I hope you live and thrive for years to come.
May our existence together be blithesome!
I FELT LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
Heartbeats slow~to~rush, slow~to~rush in blue blithesome air,
faces spotlight the summer sun, their laughter notes: a choir of February flair.
When eyes match the brilliance of diamonds and cheeks bud like roses unreserved,
the dulcet of shoots and tingles intercourse: non-stop thrilling every nerves,
skin gloss by flaming wonder wheels triggering senses to ripple and dare,
thoughts even suffer a sudden stroke despite rosaries of whispered prayers.
It is as if ten-thousand fireflies constellate mimicing the farthest stars,
I am leaping beyond the winds and hopping on the rim of a tilted caramel jar.
Has a swarm of fallen meteors, melted in rainbow dyes, envelope my heart?
How did the sullen sorrows I have~ within sighs slowly tear apart?
Melancholy disperse as circus melody hugs hearts beating in lowly breasts,
chains of interludes harp no shame as pure intentions are expressed.
My bosoms has been dressed by famine-tattered scars, I moaned complains,
but in the name of love authored by God, new life with you, I gain!
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~~for DANCING with DESCRIPTION CONTEST ~~
~~Sponsor: Casarah Nance~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
2:26 pm, November 11, 2015
The heavenly firmament where the ocean meets
remains steadfast and tolerant
never changing and yet can count the stars.
Alone in splendor, repose a brief sojourn,
under a blue-green pinion balmy air
has slightly fluttered moving ethereal tides.
Star-crossed lovers move step by step in movements
of the celestial bodies, but constantly
besmirch by outside forces.
In the darkest and most vulnerable,
lissome steps tread the path where silent throes
are heard in waves jealous of blithesome wind.
Star-crossed lovers move step by step in movements
of the celestial bodies, threaded fingers,
no need of exchange of words.
5/25/2018