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The wheels of time roll by on the lavish landscape of life,
many springs swarm in our ambiance and wane away,
as we chaperon our entwined hearts on the garden path.
Ardent fervor lined with silver on the satin cloud that set sail,
not for long, for the ruinous rainstorm surges in
and dissolves the dormant shine of the remote sky.
My yearning glides beyond the sway of the eroded banks
of the subterranean stream flowing from your eyes,
but I know it’ll return from the sanguine sea of certainty.
I won’t wait long to be with you in the vale by my garden,
for in the recess of your meandering arms outspread for me,
I wander on the wings reverie to repose once again.
You sow the seeds of buoyancy in the abandoned garden,
that sprout in the spectral spring with amorous splendor.
The cradle of malachite leaves caresses the buds of rose,
that bloom on the canvas of dawn painted by sunburst sky.
In a trance I see you’re adorned by filigree of flushing patina,
the flower of yearning embellished with the glow of ardor.
I then find me drift in the domain of the deepest fantasy,
sparkle in the sapphire sky like a shooting star,
falling on the purple petals of your pristine rose,
I turn into a drop of dew radiating my heart’s fervent hue.
First Sunday After Elections
By Franklin Price
11/13/2016
First Sunday after elections
A chill is in the air
Both weather wise and otherwise
I think that statement would be fair
The man who was elected
To be the leader of this land
Has much to learn of politics
Much he doesn't understand
God help him in his journey
For this country needs you so
To guide his thoughts and plans for us
Show him the way to go
And God while you are at it
Help the Senate and the House
Cooperate more fully
As a husband with a spouse
Lord knows there will be arguments
Negotiations must be done
Help the Senate and the House
And the elected one
Help the ones who did not vote for him
Give this elected man a chance
While being a close chaperon
Of the dancers at the dance
Help the people stand behind him
After all we put him there
To fix the problems that we have
We put him in the highest chair
God we voted to elect him
Please help him be the one
To have this country great again
When his elected term is done
Glennie went excitedly dating Ted
Leaving her chaperon she went ahead
Wearing nice shoes kept for years
But torn out like rotten gears
So, she’d her first date and dance barefooted
Nov. 6, 2022 9.50am
Lesson: Never wear again a pair of shoes kept/unused for 1-3 years.
Written poem inspired by a related true experience of mine just recently. (Oct. 13,2022)
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31 words
44 syllables
192 characters
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Contest Judged: 11/11/2022 1:17:00 PM
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I'm not the kind of man that common consideration would consider
I consider what to follow and consider myself a leader
I have tickled few fancies and caught eyes just as few
Of vast worlds I have slightly known, but I could be that small world they never knew
I am developed and not just conditioned
I have changed and not just transitioned
Christ in my heart guides and transcends
Leading me away from swaying trends
Therefore I am a man among men
Though I could be a man like other men
Christ alone is my chaperon
In every road I take on
I would love to claim to be the best but I'm just me
The best and only me you'll ever see
I therefore am content and I don't contend
For I comprehend that my cause awaits me to attend
She's probably still tied to her mum's apron,
But she definitely needed no chaperon,
So to Dubai she went for a competition,
With many of her mates from the same institution.
She suddenly became a sensation,
When behind a hotel door of a foreign nation,
She romped,
Not with one but with many they bumped.
The story was whitewashed as a hype,
All over the internet was the tape,
Not of a ravished fellow,
But of shame with a joyful bellow.
She rode like a horse while others were there to cheer,
She stroked up and down as if on an armchair,
Bad parentage casually strolled each inch of the room,
Moral decadence boomed in the gloom refusing to sweep with a broom.
Then after, the mother came on air soaked in tears to blame all except self,
She dressed like for a funeral flanked by her own set,
Her pictures looked solemn but her wears had the hearts of a yippee,
She was just the carricature of the way her girl clothed herself as a groupie.
Whilst the mother blamed the school,
The school in turn called the mother the fool,
Meanwhile, the society badmouthed them both,
But if at all there is a blame it is to everyone in this boat.
glass-like smooth of even's yawn
just I, myself, with one cob swan
trace cursive paths upon the lake
for we’re both OF the earth, not on
so sets the sun to blow a kiss -
in hushed glissades of feral bliss
cleaving surface - gentle wakes
o surely heaven’s much like this
swan and I, we share these eves
in feathered white tuxedo sleeves
he follows while I row the skiff -
my chaperon as daylight leaves
I think perhaps he's lonely, too
a-searching for a soul-mate who
shares his love of blushing skies
and parting mirrored lakes anew
the water's darkened interludes
reflect both images and moods
hopes we held of love this morn
are put to bed as day concludes
ere we meet when dusk is drawn
I’ll say a prayer that he'll be gone
that one of us shall find true love ...
for we’re both OF the earth, not on.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 9" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ the "Beauty Of Solitude" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Your Choice (7), Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Living Canvases
by Odin Roark
It hangs with the galleries
Where unlimited art museums
Await your approach
Your stopping
Your willingness
So often
It patiently bides its time
Knowing frequently
You’re concerned more
With who’s watching you
Watching the painting
Watching your illumination
Move its way
A painting’s nourishment
Comes in many forms
A child’s giggle
A lean into the details
The finding of the viewing bench
The sit
The sigh
The appreciation of magic
Your eyes provide the means
Your imagination the transport
Your subtle nod
The reward
A painting knows well
The containment of joy
Always aware
Always with gratitude
The chaperon of light
Senses how grateful
Your envisioning a brush stroke’s feel
A layered color’s purpose
An artist’s commitment to discovery
How delicate and fine such moments
When paintings and illumination
Make love
You illuminate our hearts as you brightly smile
A splendid feeling for us lovers in the night
We’re completely snuggled under your light.
Sitting beside each other at the park with your light
We look at one another lovingly with sincerest smile
Then, our tender kisses filled the cold air of the night.
It turns out to be a very lovely and romantic night
Our most passionate love under your gleaming light
Our love is ablaze in the chaperon of your smile.
Your smile in the night is our best amorous light.
Feb. 25, 2013
Form of Poem: Tritina
©2014by Leonora Galinta
9th Place
Contest: Introducing Tritina ( a new poetry form for you)
Judged: 3/9/13
Poet Sponsor: Poet Andrea Dietrich
2nd Place
Contest: Moon and Sea
Judged: 3/13/13
Poet Sponsor: Poet Linda/PD
The shippers,
The third wheel,
The chaperon,
Intermediary,
The center of all the waggeries,
that "singles are bitter",
because they aren't inlove,
or haven't fallen in love",
Have you ever tried,
to sneak on their mind?,
If they really don't care about love,
Or are they praying for someone to come,
And bring them some love,
Some of them are in pain,
For feelings that are not repaid,
Some are just waiting,
believing ,"God has better plans"
But most of them are real lovers,
that holds strong in fate,
With faith,
They hold in their heart a great love,
A love nobody dares to feel,
In a heart that no one dares to know,
a love That would surely last,
more than this life time,
For me burning daylight invites me to the black
It's not that I don't like daylight, for I'll never lack
If I'm ever to prowl whether it's amidst the dark, light
It's being the cleverest, within either I'm out of sight
Have you ever walked behind someone oh so quiet
Can you simply imagine, their strolling quiet riot
To even stand beside, in an Otis lift, we're alone
We in burning daylight, whom does whom belong
Sitting in a restaurant, all alone with no chaperon
Whether it's burning daylight, who does who own
For me burning daylight invites me to the black
To venture into the black, then I'll soon relax