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Lake Mohonk
Mysterious, how lake reflections paint the sight
of this magnificent resort built on its shore,
near steep, stone rugged cliffs that double in sunlight;
a masterpiece of nature's wonderful decor.
The depth and beauty of this sparkling lake excite
the climbers to achieve a treetop view surprise,
and walk the winding nature trails at first daylight
to see this tranquil clear blue water as their prize.
Aboard a rowboat or canoe, one happily
can spot the trout...colorful fish with orange stripes.
And peaceful too...to drift along the shore and see
the beauty of the trees and plants of varied types.
Top of a mountain is this lovely Mohonk Lake
revered by visitors today and long ago.
Soft nature's sounds and sapphire loveliness, opaque
beneath reflective imagery, set hearts aglow.
Sandra M. Haight
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Mountain Top Lake
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Judged: 06/11/2017
There’re so many sad love poems around here.
If you guys need help negotiating love’s slippery slope,
let me offer you, your own, romantic horoscope!:
Don’t court romantic disaster
don’t mistake a lightbulb for the moon
Titanic wasn't a rom com
and a sad update:
Grand romantic gestures don’t happen anymore,
you're lucky to get a vibration in our pocket with a "sorry" text
I know what you're thinking though, “We didn’t know the moon was useless until we landed on it,” but once you’ve ‘landed’ on a guy (or girl), once or twice, it’s too late—you’re likely ‘in it.’
Big picture-wise, I think we all have Shakespeare to thank for unrealistic, romantic storylines. Romeo & Juliet are the perfect example—they meet, fall in love and marry the very next day.
In Shakespeare’s defense though, love in his world-building was always messy and imperfect, and there were few "happily ever after" narratives. (The exception being Beatrice and Benedick, in ‘Much Ado About Nothing’).
In a side note, my weekly horoscope (Libra) for the Thanksgiving holiday reads:
“You’ve become so self-centered, It’s all about you. What about your family? Before you go emo and angry, change your perspective—own it—strive to improve relationships.”
Sarsh (so harsh) in this writer’s opinion.
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(Songs for this):
Love Is In Town by Brenda Boykin
Do You Even Know? by Rae Morris
Of Ecstasy Beyond Dreams
Upon her lips so lush..so full
did I place a kiss
A kiss filled with all the passion,
all the intent I possessed.
Held her close,so very close
Felt her heart beating..
the quivering in her breath..
her bosom rising and falling
Wished with all within me
for this moment never to end
For I wish not to be the man
I was afore
A temple..a sanctuary..a lover..
a friend
Unlike any other She be
Come I to you as I am woman
naked..vulnerable..imperfect
part feral..part civil
With a yearning,a longing
that defies explanation..
Be one with me
His luscious lips upon mine
softly yet passionately
tasting them
As I tasted his kiss my
knees went weak,
my body shaking
Holding me so close
our bodies melted into one
As were our hearts
beating together
I ached to feel his touch
caressing my soul
How I have waited for
this moment
To feel the warmth within his arms
My essence cried out for him
Hoping he was true
There was a shakiness in his kiss
as if he was uncertain
Then slowly his kiss became
more confident
and I knew he would take me
to heaven
As we seemed to float
above everything
He was mine and I..was his
A collaboration by Brenda Chiri
and Marius van Wyk
On a golden carpet of lustrous laurel
another red leaf in amber blaze gleams,
twirling to trumpets in waltz so aural
blanket of glorious crimson autumn dreams.
Iridescent veil orchestrates blue fir trees
maple shimmers in draped sequins of crystal dew,
swaying to layered hums of shivering breeze
blazing in flames of proliferous mauve hue.
Immersed in aroma of wet mountain slumber
lavender dusk nervously cuddles silver frost,
spreading gossamer melody on emerging umber
bathing in scarlet rays, broken twigs embossed.
Symphony of scintillating fervent topaz seas
disperses from azure palate on electric sky,
dripping to crevices of haloed tides to appease
mellows of echoing wind for sandcastles to fly.
Exploding ecstasy of an embellished petal springs
peeping through rivulets in reaping wisps of desire,
to a moonlit bridge, my whispering red leaf clings
longing to strum tender strings in autumn's bonfire.
August 6, 2020
Nature Rhyming Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
~Winner: 2nd Place
On the ivories there are ebony themes
But first the lass learns her musical abc's
She's playing a rhapsody in her dreams
As she falls asleep on the keys
On an enchanted melody she rests
As a song floats on a passing cloud
She is on a musical quest
To play those notes and do them proud
When she awakens she'll make the keys chime
By playing "Mary had a little lamb"
It is her favorite nursery rhyme
A lovely little ditty on the baby gran'
She plays that tune every now and then
And then back to sleep she goes again
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11-2-18
Tell Me a Story 2 Contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
I’m sitting here inside my daddy’s car.
I sure hope that the ocean is not far.
My mom and dad are making such a fuss.
Maybe cause there’s someone new with us.
It’s someone on my Daddy’s side who came
to see us. Dang it! I forgot her name!
I’ll listen close. Her name they’re bound to say.
Just what’s that mean “on Dad’s side” anyway?
Dad’s side of what? And how long will it be
till that Spacific Ocean we will see?
We couldn’t see it last time cause of rain.
Was it Spacific? Oh, my mixed up brain!
Mom made some salty stuff for us to eat.
it’s cereal – not sweet- yet it’s a TREAT!
It’s called Chex Mix. I keep trying to choose
the curly nuts in it. (Mom says cashews!)
They’re better than plain peanuts. What a taste!
I’ll eat it all, so it won’t go to waste.
We’re all squeezed in back here, but I am by
the window, happy for this sunny day!
But suddenly are clouds, and without a sound,
when the rain pours down, Daddy turns around.
We’re heading home. I hate the sudden bang
of thunder. We won’t see Spacific! DANG!
June 27, 2017 for Brenda Chiri's 'Three year olds thoughts' Contest
*This is one of my few actual memories from when I was three years old, but I used poetic license to fill in the gaps!
I would be falsifying if I claimed to be kind all the time
I wish it were not so that sometimes I'm out of line
But I dare to say that I am inclined most times to shine
I am not aversed to giving to others what is rightfully mine
I often shine with a smile, or I may yield even if it is my turn to go
But sometimes my anger cup runs over for reasons I don't always know
I am not perfect, nor expect to be in this present frame, but I am not afraid if called upon to take the blame. Moreover, I have been forgiven; and never forgetting to be forgiving, there is room in my heart to absorb a few blows that I may not have coming.
12012018PoSoupContest, A Little Kindness Never Hurts, Brenda Chiri
A thousand birds are singing in hidden places,
oh, how I envy their lofty tree top view;
sweet the songs that drift down the mountain spaces,
and listen, distant thunder echoes in a sky of blue !
Soon, I take a rest from my journey by a lake,
where colorful fish swim, so pretty;
and on a submerged rock slithers a green snake,
oh, such a mesmerizing underwater city !
The clear blue water is mirror smooth,
the sky, clouds and trees reflected;
this vision, my heart does soothe,
oh, wilderness must always be protected !
Rested, I walk a tangled vine draped path,
whistles, croaks and rustlings swirl;
delightful the sounds of nature on this footpath,
then and then- another mountain top lake for this girl !
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May 9, 2017
Rhyme/A Mountain Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 899051
Best Rhyming Poem, May to July, 2017
sponsor, John Hamilton
Second Place
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Written for the contest, Mountaintop Journey
Sponsor Brenda Chiri
First Place
Her name was Brenda Bates, a novelist
bewitched from burrowing inside her book
of fiction 'bout a boatman, Bo Barist,
the character who botched her life...betook
control of him believing he was true.
Becharmed, beguiled, she wanted this bold man,
who she had brought to life as best she knew,
and bonded with her plot as life's big plan.
And Brenda shared in Bo's biography
of how he boated seven broad, blue seas,
to one day bring her from catastrophe
and bail her from bad pirates' abductees.
She lived with her brave boatman in a book;
berserk, bewildered...balanced life, forsook.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest 620, With Alliteration Style
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 07/03/2019
~3rd Place~
Contest: Brenda
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Form: Sonnet with Alliteration
Judged: 10/11/2016
Rules for Former Contest:
Write a poem about a woman called Brenda who has just written a book of fiction, how it has absorbed her, and how she wishes the main male character, a boatman, were real and in HER life. Use alliteration with several Bs during the course of the free verse or rhyming poem of no more than 20 lines.
Since our first rendezvous, one of many,
Our love has grown beyond the scope of chance,
No constraints to withhold, no boundary,
Free to our passion, limitless romance.
At our timely hour, we will promptly meet,
And do what romance novels are made of,
Live out our chapters and verses so sweet,
Our life an open book, tales of our love.
We will invest ourselves, time and again,
Our future we hold in our arms embrace,
Wedding rings exchanged, affections remain,
Our future ahead, together we face.
We smile and we laugh, as our family grows,
Our love etched in stone, everybody knows.
2020 January 30
A sonnet true love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables total