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Glancing at the darkest night
A sparkling jewel I see
She shineth down on me
She is the prettiest I have seen
So very sparkly is she
As she twinkles up above
She truly is the one I love
Though not in blue jeans
not at all
For she is dressed up for a ball
So sparkly is she
Inspiring my poetry
A million diamonds
cascade down
Venus in blue jeans
Not for me
Dressed to impress
in her very best gown
On the darkest night
So sparkly and bright
She truly lights up the town
A million
no a trillion
diamonds I do see
Sparkling down on me
Venus in blue jeans
No siree
Dressed to impress in her best ball gown
this jean less Venus is shining down
Written 8th August at 02.00 am
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd PLACE
“This contest my poem will win,
because it will make the sponsor grin.”- By Poet
Poetry Soup gives in plenty the literary opportunity
to show-case the assorted skill of poetic creativity,
emanating out of the fantasy fountain of imagination.
The torrent of words flows with the streams of elation,
ripples as poems with the rhapsodic rhythm of heart,
yearning to become poignant pieces of reflective art.
In the terrain of undulating emotion topography
I saunter as the part time poet of twilight.
My verses surge like the mountain streams,
the courses unpredictable, carving the vale of impulse,
cascade down with poignant power of rhythm.
The leaping waters swirl around the mid-stream pools,
where in the obscure depth of passion
the pearly beads of emotion lie.
I raise them one by one for the poetry contests
that offer the inspiring literary frame,
so the poems can get a place in an apt showcase.
It’s not to earn any accolade or fame for the bards,
for nobody here is running a poetic race.
The contest entry is the choice of my free will,
as there is limitless options to totally ignore many,
avoid the similar contests of high frequency,
unfollow the erudite sponsors’ edict plenty.
Free from the chains of perplexing themes and fancy forms,
if my unbound muse is a bird in the open sky,
why cage it behind the bars of dictated norms,
why not on its carefree and cheerful wings let it fly.
O Almighty river! Where is your home?
Is there no end to your urge to roam?
Endlessly you run like the Witch on the mountain
Who lived in a cavern by the secret fountain
You begin your journey as a stream on the mountain top
Cascade down the slope in a steep drop
Meander around boulders and fall into a chasm
Where you meet your siblings with great enthusiasm
Together, you run as a flow of gurgling water
Generating froth like a child playing with a swatter
Carving the edges of the gorge as you flow along
Depositing the gathered silt where they belong
Your flow in the plains becomes placid and slow
On a moonlit night the waters shimmer and glow
Passing through habitats where farmers live
And use the precious water you always give
Your water is considered sacred and spiritually pure
Revered as an embodiment of a Goddess for sure
Rituals performed on your banks bring divine boon
A dip in your waters believed to cure ailments soon
Myths and legends associated with you are numerous
Few, like this, shared among your devotees are humorous
On an auspicious day you descend from heaven to earth
A dip on this day purifies the sins, making the effort worth
You flow in eternity giving life to all residing on your banks
At night devotees worship your sacred waters with floating lamps
Even the dead seek better reincarnation of their soul
Immersing their cremated ashes to direct it to the cherished goal
END
As I sit on the bank beside this clear running stream
I look on in awe as if I am in a dream
My girl, my love swims in the translucent so pure
Her curvaceous shape in the ripples allure
Breaststroke to backstroke as she shares with me
As the undulations of the waves caress her so free
As she exits the stream my eyes are in capture
My heart, my thoughts it total rapture
Her ebony locks cascade down her back
Whilst her body gleams for she doesn't lack
Towards me she walks through the greenest of grasses
My love, my girl the most beautiful of lassies
We lie facing each other sharing sweet meadow kisses
Our minds in unison knowing our bodies have wishes
Beside the clear running stream we shared each other
Under a canopy of green two souls in discover
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In a warm damp place full of vibrant green
Grows life that many have rarely seen
Unspoilt by those who are fuelled by greed
It exists from mother nature's seed
A paradise in colour and sound
From birds in trees to frogs on ground
The carpet moss and ferns grow strong
As bouts of rain each day are long
The mountain tops with melting snow
Combined with rain make rivers flow
Then rush on through to high cliff walls
And cascade down in waterfalls
Our planet is a fragile place
But many just don't see
That if we don't protect our earth
All life will cease to be
We must stop off shore drilling
And polluting earth's blue seas
Our sky and soil is tainted
And they're killing honey bees
We must be better stewards
Before it's all too late
For it we don't take action now
We'll seal our planets fate
Bitter tears cascade down my face,
hearing that you had taken your own life.
Another teenage tragedy, I’m in dire straits -
never again will we hear your playful laugh.
The baby blues crept up on you so gradually
leaving a tiny baby without a mother.
We read about these terrible tragedies ….
Someone’s father, mother, sister or brother.
Your baby will have not be left alone,
grandparents have willingly taken her.
Now she is living in a brand new home;
their lives are starting a new chapter
Forgive me were the last words you said
Death was the price you paid
Contest- Forgiveness
Sponsor - Craig Cornish
My first attempt at a 'Modern' Sonnet
05~10~15
What makes you so able
to briefly but so surely remove all my pain,
to take away everything but
the moment and the miracle,
and yet at the same time
be such a catalyst for emotional uprising?
What makes you simultaneously be
so cathartic, so relaxing,
so spellbinding and so haunting,
and yet at the same time
so energetic, so exultant,
so robust and so real?
I see you cascade down from the heavens,
drumming your ceaseless cadence on the earth,
a player without need of a partner;
and yet, your ever vigilant companions,
rolling thunder and sudden lightning strike,
accentuate your music with flashes and percussive blasts.
Rain, you can elicit such feelings,
flow onto, into, and through me,
thrill me to my core;
and yet also recall such pain,
through memories made in your shadow,
stark reality brought to light in bursts.
You are a mystery,
much like the life you oft bring;
much like the death you sometimes cause.
You are my entertainment, my eternal balm,
and revealer of a tortured past,
all in one awe-inspiring event;
emotion incarnate.
For Miranda Hawley's Dance Of...Contest
Cleared from mistakes past ,he greets love reclaimed
His ardor fierce as dreams untethered swing.
Moments of anger, jealousy now tamed:
Again, night's rhapsodies begin to
sing.
His woman alights, dressed in bridal
lace...
Her lover honoring a misty glance
Petal- kissed within their own world's
embrace
Where flamed waltz glides...on dips of shadow- dance.
And male fingers cascade down through her
waist
Bronzed hands tracing her every hourglass curve,
Enamored by swaggers of season's wait;
No other movement , their footsteps could swerve.
It would take whirls of lifetime to explain
This unrehearsed dance beneath moonlit rain.
calling all mistreated jugglers
and wretches of condemned madhouses
bewitched by fingers of freak fame
the spindly fingers of trickster twins
that open the floodgates to occult caverns
unleashing the brusque wraiths
the brittle symmetry of her glacial eyes
cast down from the empyrean skies
as a sanctified abyss from ancient past
eyes as candlelit rectory windows
shining bright like voluptuous pyre
and ferryman’s lantern on turbid nights
calling all gritty peyote coyotes
gargoyles of noxious mind germination
whistling by the graves of stars
in the form of ravenous black holes
so vexed by the self-immolation of lovers
the musicality of their hearty asphyxia
tantalized through thick and thin
falling in cascade down the wailing well
how do we always end up vampirized
singing the longeval sardonic litanies
outliving the meteoric tremors
as monuments of the past tumble down
calling all incorporeal beasts
to swing the fate’s pendulum in effigie
and mourn the motheaten grandeur
of lofty and aged Victorian ancestry
within the reach of eternity’s gate
disemburdened and lost to the ether
melting at last in the muse’s embrace
eclipsed by the fading night gyrations
there’s no excuse not to leave in rapture
one last rainy walk by the derelict wharf
ready to fall down the fissures en masse
into the ruptures of our narcotic glossary