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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
Sweet childhood photographs-tattered and gray!
Yet warm and vibrant like the kiss of sun;
on my cheeks as I walk along the bay.
I smile reminiscing of days bygone~
of lullabies that grandma used to sing,
on midday naps after hide-and-seek fun.
The giggles with my cousins on the swing,
simply believing we could reach the sky~
I sketched those moments in my heart to cling.
Still fresh the joy at play with pets nearby,
Oh, the paper boats that held my dream line;
The launch of first kite made me soared up high.
Fragments of memories cling like a vine;
My diamond days that never cease to shine.
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11.12.2020
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For Constance La France' Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest
2nd place
Entered for A Briand Strand Formal Poetry Contest
1st place
Behold, oh my beloved!
Is there a hidden care
you would like to share,
with your not so gentle gaze?
Repudiating caducity,
your eyes portray
sustained excitement ~
still and restrained
whilst behind you
an arabesque of phantasmagorical
make-believe.
Behold, oh my beloved
the vortex of colours
surrounding you
entwine a paradigm
of that starry night~
and as i look into its cosmic glow
I fall in love with you.
22 May 2022
A Briand Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
6th Place
Notes:
Like Rembrandt and Goya, Vincent van Gogh often used himself as a model; he produced over forty-three self-portraits, paintings or drawings in ten years. Like the old masters, he observed himself critically in a mirror. Painting oneself is not an innocuous act: it is a questioning which often leads to an identity crisis.
( Credits: Google Arts and Culture)
footprints carved on a crystalline carpet
the winding traces of morning skaters
on teal and ivory rugged snowfield
lead me to his quiet hometown
the bare trees that surround me
are like dancing old willows by the brooks
freezing as they witness the old folks
faded in the misty blue
the silver charm of the clouds above me
enchant me like the way you thrill me
when you look at me
without a word or two
1 March 2022
A Brian Strand Visual Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place
Notes: Snow at Argenteuil is an oil-on-canvas landscape painting from the Impressionist artist Claude Monet. It is the largest of no fewer than eighteen works Monet painted of his home commune of Argenteuil while it was under a blanket of snow during the winter of 1874–1875. (Info and phot credits to Wikipedia).
tangerine sunrise~
oscillating reflections glow
like a sketch of your smile
at a glimpse of a new morn
a medley of indigo and carrot
as the sun floats in hazy sky
like the sparkle of your eyes
remembering first love
nebulous harbour at a distance
of steamships and shades
sailing in silhouettes
strumming my senses
like the way you hold me
as we waltz after dawn
06 March 2021
Impression, Sunrise (French: Impression, soleil levant) is a painting by Claude Monet first shown at what would become known as the "Exhibition of the Impressionists" in Paris in April, 1874. The painting is credited with inspiring the name of the Impressionist movement. Impression, Sunrise depicts the port of Le Havre, Monet's hometown. It is now displayed at the Musée Marmottan Monet in Paris. (Info credits to Wikipedia)
All Yours (March 6)
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place
Sands
trickle
in
my palms
as I try
to grip
them;
I clinch
my fists hard
to the last grain
hoping that
I could
hold
on to
the traces
left on
my
empty
hands.
11 June 2021
Waltz Wave Poetry Contest
By Kim Merryman
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A Briand Strand 1095 Poetry Contest
a dulcet dreamy rendition
of sweet symphony
paints a cosmic light
inciting the sleepy moon
over the silvery sea
as music soars~
I see clouds descending
to kiss the silky shore
resting on his bosom
and as the music fades,
I hear him sings "La Vie En Rose"
in soft serenading tenor~
Oh, my life begins to glow in pink.
Notes: "La Vie en Rose" (French for '"Life in pink"') is the signature song of popular French singer Édith Piaf, written in 1945,[1] popularized in 1946, and released as a single in 1947. ( Info credits to Wikipedia). This ekphrasis is based on Richard Clayderman's performance on piano.
5 February 2022
A Strand (1066) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand strand
1st place
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send in more than one word(per : Brian Strand, Dane Ann, and Sean Kelly) Thank-YOU
Again YOUR POETRY Brother ALWAYS...HG
Coffee --- The Person Upon Whom You Cough --- Sean Kelly
Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
Taize-Rondo --- Sung Low ---Brian Strand
Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
Rsvp --- See You - Chez Nous --- Brian strand
Veni, Vedi, Vici --- Old Ode, In Code --- Brian Strand
Dear John --- Sweetheart, We Part --- Brian Strand
C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
One Party State --- I Choose - You Loose ---Brian Strand
Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
Charleston --- Kick Feet - Off Beat ---Briand Strand
WIKIPEDIA --- Free Facts - Unpacked ---Briand Strand
Blog (1) --- Essay Today --- Brian Strand
Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
Solid State --- Opacity Capacity --- Robert A. Dufresne
Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
Off The Record --- You Wrote My Note --- Brian Strand
Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
Xylophone --- Music's Home --- Dane Ann
X-Ray --- Bone Inspector --- Dane Ann
Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann
Smiling faces in a vase
I smile when e're I see one
Like puppets on a string
those golden flowers
a smile doth bring
I feel that any moment
they will burst into a song
Whenever they are here
there is singing all day long
I gaze at them for hours
Unlike any other flowers
I sometimes hear their giggles
and their gentle chitter chatter
Whether growing in the soil
or standing tall inside a vase
~ Sunflowers ~
somehow make me feel
as if I’m not alone
as if I really matter
When they are here with me at home
Those
smiling faces
full of love
melt my heart
make me smile
spreading love
here all the while…
Written 13th July 2020
as I gaze at those smiley faces ~ I am sure one winked...
Contest Strand Completely New (9)
Sponsor Briand Strand
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dainty darling blossoms~
are floating fluffy clouds
of ivory and petunia
hanging like empyrean jewels
'neath the vibrant skies
of turquoise and royal blue
fingers that wrinkled in snow
tightly holding those gems ~
like you hold my hands
as we dance ~
in unison with
the lovely melody
whispered by the breeze
rich sweet aroma~
lingering in the daylight
feeds our hungry heart
retelling old love stories
kept in each blossoming bud
3 March 2021
Notes: Almond Blossoms is from a group of several paintings made in 1888 and 1890 by Vincent van Gogh in Arles and Saint-Rémy, southern France of blossoming almond trees. The works reflect the influence of Impressionism, Divisionism, and Japanese woodcuts.( Photo and info credits to Wikipedia).
All Yours ( March 3) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place
As wartime’s ending leaves behind
scarred traces of its furious hunts,
a melancholy cast of mind
endures this pang with hope ablaze.
Where flies the gold and russet morn,
as autumn’s languid trail departs
and cruel frost of winter grips,
when hardened heart against it stands.
And yet this fall contrives to hold
a promise tinged by coming home;
that onward creeps this riddled war
yet kindled gut lies spritely blazed.
For with this season's chime, at last,
one dream remains in dwelling’s glow
whose light will soothe his brittle wounds,
till country bound, a torment, hushed.
A Briand Strand Contest : Premiere 135
Submitted 3/21/2018