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"May the queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?" - Lord Edward Thurlow,
You hold spring beauty in your pouch,
Kangaroo-style; yes, queen of blossoms,
You weave a tapestry of bright colors.
Oh, your sunflowers; they crane their necks
To follow the bright afternoon sun.
Your blooming chrysanthemums, arresting;
Flirting with butterflies and hummingbirds.
Your h e a l i n g rain overflow my cup
With gratitude; you stay dressed up in green.
I hear birds tweet their mirth. I love thee, May.
My heart pounded in my ear as I ran, stopping periodically – silent, listening. Was he coming? Had he figured out yet that I’d runaway. Was he behind me or would he be waiting behind the next tree or bush? Where was he now? Or was he only inside my head, that throbbing sound that penetrated through my hopes, my prayers, my faith, so that I couldn’t quite breath and so that I couldn’t quite find the strength to do much else but run from the arrogant weight of his darkness shadowing all my good, all my light, all my chances.
I took another step and stopped again to listen, checking the silhouettes of branches with leaves dancing a waltz along the path where my feet pressed into the rich, black Appalachian forest. I was surefooted on this trail since I’d spent most of my mornings walking these very tracks with my favorite partner and canine, the little white cock-a-pooh named Yogi who knew me as his person and friend, his comrade until the end. That was then, though. Yesterday, before the darkness had betrayed my spirit and set its claws into my presence, awakening the dread, the anxiety, the fear that was so strong it seemed to cling to the tears welling up inside of me, pouring rivers of sorrow upon the mountains surrounding me.
In just minutes I found myself wading through the creek where the clear, cool water whispered, laughing at my alarm, promising my thoughts that the terror would soon be gone. Only, it would not. It was there, a lasting dismay, treading the waters of my prayers, hollowing out a hole inside my mind where it told me I was about to learn what it means to live the nightmare that has haunted me for all time. He was alive and as long as he lived I had the fear that could not be calmed, the fear that was like a vine clinging to the blossoms of my hopes, my dreams, my needs. He was alive and he wasn’t about to relax his hold on my yearnings and let me go free.
Chapter 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
September 18, 2022
You never forget your first love. by poet
How can I ever forget my lovely first love.
Spring vivifies blossoms with dancing hues
As we were picking jonquils wild,
From curving lanes up high.
The balmy breeze blew softly o'er the greenish hills
And there we met where yellow jonquils grew.
I stared at her, strangers coming out of the blue.
Hearing sparrows singing over the rills,
Shyly I stared up to the sky,
Her smile so sweet, so mild,
She was a majestic picture of vibrant views.
That she'll be mine I prayed to the above.
Would our sympathies fit like any tender glove?
Lambent yet warm I was sure what to choose.
My heart was beating like a child.
I urged myself to try.
I took her hand and meandered towards the mills.
I proposed, joyfully she said yes too.
26 December 2020
Placed 1
A Little Memory - My Invented Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Hark,
Listen,
Summer has arrived,
you can hear it in the pulsing air.
Watch it
as insects busily work.
Rushing to collect and pollinate
knowing time ticks on relentlessly.
See it
in the burst of colour.
Drink in the heady scents
of blankets of rampant flowers.
Feel it
as you gently touch blossoms
feeling grasses brush against your legs.
Hold and hug the gnarled old oak
with it's rough textured bark.
Taste it
in the Summer berries
that burst with flavour as you eat them.
In salads and tomato's and plump peas.
Savour
Summer's bounties
soak up the hot rays and bask in them
whilst surrounded by sweet Summer scent.
Spring Flower Song
Oh lovely Spring, at Winter’s end, you sing and dance
Within our waiting hearts as we look forward to
How nature’s Springtime’s palette will create romance
With beauty of your sprouting flowers born anew.
Sweet yellow Daffodil among the first, you bring
That sunny glow of rebirth to our waiting eyes,
Along with purple Iris, blue Scilla, you sing
And join the gold Forsythia neath sun-filled skies.
Pansy, Anemone, and Crocus blossoms show
The longed-for beauty of our Springtime’s renewed site,
With varied pastel colors and, of course, we know
The fuzzy Pussy Willow’s catkins will delight.
So very blessed we are with new life on our Earth,
As budding Spring fulfills her promise of rebirth.
Sandra M. Haight
~10th Place~
Brian Strand's March 18 Premiere Contest
Judged: 03/11/2018
Iambic Hexameter
To know dark and deep eyes of them I dream
Of rendered days and nights where love won't mourn
Where honesty blossoms complete the theme
And its fragrance is a scent to be worn
In silent tender pause, I'll grasp your hand
And find a warmth and comfort lovers seek
With a gracious smile, we both understand
It becomes a habit that's not unique
We'll count days and years when we stop to think
And wonder how quickly it all passed
To notice evenings turn a softer ink
Before the years turn gray and overcast
I shall claim nothing more than to love you
With a desire filled life until it's through
7/20/17
Wind careless whisper, leads me to peer
To run... view: a play of cosmos dance
Feet - glued on this one enchanting trance
Momentum of crescendo
Filling me with all tempo
Awesome divertimento
On ocean blue, dolphins leap and hop
School of fish swims to form a line dance
Jellies jig and wave in modern pop
Gentle breeze sways leaves of trees
Lush leaves swing on teeming green
Bearing fruits of finest genes
Butterflies tango to petals bulbs
Bees waltz sucking nectarine from buds
Blossoms jazz bloomed on big pinky reds
Deer leads the flamenco band
Squired by birds tweeting on land
Mused fireflies mambo so grand
Fluffy clouds in cha-cha during day
Sunshine smiles in frug of golden rays
Bossa Nova rolls a soothing play
One-step day ends, night jives win
Moon and stars folk dance veils shin
Classic world in riant grin
(c) Olive Eloisa
7:14 pm
MAy 20, 2014
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name it's all about nature #3
9th place.. :D
HER
the chains —
roses tied ‘round hands and feet,
apple-scented la forza del destino.
the buds claw down her back,
send shivers down her spine,
her head climaxed —
delicate, her perfumed breath.
the thorns gently nibble at her neck,
the wine it draws,
the tongue collects.
HIM
his waist, she grips
with everlasting rose-hips,
the crystal chalice overflows
with deliciousness.
full blossoms, of golden pressed
like a prisoner’s garb unto his chest.
he heaves so hard, suffocating
beneath this veneer of tremulous beauty.
Together
they beg to be released,
their vines intertwined
and fate interjects
with wounds of perspiring lips
solicited to one another
in a kiss of bon chance.
liberated to master their winded flutes
of cherry parfait served with
whipped cream.
7/2/2019
Contest: Slave to Love
Sponsor: John Hamilton
La forza del destino - The power of fate
Bon chance - Good luck
Cherry Parfait - also a type of rose
Father, because of you I feel so relaxed,
Through You today I'll chill.
Let all be well inside my heart,
Because calmness is your will.
I'll take it easy all day long,
Because You make my heart leap with joy!
You cause happiness to surge within,
Like a child with Christmas toys!
Hope in You blossoms in my heart,
As flares of joy flood my soul.
It engulfs my spirit inside me.
And makes me feel so bold!
The joy of you rushes through me Lord!
Making my heart sing happy songs.
I feel intoxicated as I think of You,
Because that's where my heart belongs!
My God I'm so relaxed and chilled,
All is well with my mind and soul.
Because you've always watched over me.
From birth and now that I'm old.
I choose to see life as easy today,
And stay calm, cool and collected.
As the joy of your love ripples through my heart,
Reassuring me I won't be neglected.
Contentment just tip toed in my mind,
Now I'm buzzing with happiness.
Because I rely on a perfect God!
Who's desire is to give us the best.
Lord, what you've created is AMAZING!
You make life AWSOME & BEAUTIFUL too!
Life is DELIGHTFUL,FASCINATING and FABULOUS!
As we learn to trust in You.
People of the world should grab a bible!
Open it, say "Lord, please speak!"
Because the Author of this book,
Is the One that all mankind seeks!
Stop trying to navigate a life that's cursed.
There are spiritual things we don't understand.
We're on a journey from cradle to grave.
That the Creator himself has planned!
Do let anyone discourage you,
Saying that Jesus stuff ain't cool.
They'll realize as you will too.
You were one of the billion's of fools!
In the dusting of the Springtime,
a special time comes to my mind;
those days when life was so sublime-
and happiness- not hard to find.
Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday,
when budding blossoms came to view,
and days were bright in every way-
as my new life had blossomed too.
The days were sunny with blue skies-
while daffodils and tulips reigned,
and youthfulness was still my prize;
what awesome wonder I contained!
He came to me in Springtime joy;
my first-born child- my little boy!
May 24, 2023
Premiere Contest
In The Dusting Of The Springtime;
Sweet Scented Thoughts Of Yesterday
Sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose
My Thought ~ Spring 1959