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I Received Bad News Today, Reckoning
I received bad news today,
Rather, the bad news I sought.
Thirty years ago, we played.
Attention turned; you walked away.
Divorce ended, so I thought.
Love was stretched thin to forgive.
You tried to ease me from my pain.
As friends we could never live.
Let’s start new and not relive.
Better move on and try again.
I received bad news today,
Rather, the bad news I sought.
I hoped you’ld be on your way.
But now I am sad to say,
Your ambitions have all rot.
The news is not well received,
Deep saddness from what I heard.
How will your children grieve;
How will your parents grieve;
The verdict is made and served.
Let’s pray for our reckoning,
Before passing we are blessed
Summoned to God’s beckoning,
Humbled before our passing,
And receive our freedom as promised.
I received bad news today,
Or maybe it’s not so bad,
For the love in what we pray,
Might be answered someday,
for blessings we never had.
Go in peace,
Love and forgive.
Pray for His Mercy.
By faith in him so live.
John 3:16-21
Note: The greatest thing I ever heard came from the lips of an incarcerated felon accepting Jesus Christ who said: “I thank God for prison because now I am truly free.”
by,
Martin Braun
Stillness
that momentary pause resilient
as all the world is drawn into a lull
where the loud hush of being
simply is culled.
The quiet stillness
when nothing stirs
silence rides the trees
and soft, kinder prayer whispers
haunt us in life's mysteries.
Stillness
frozen moments in the night
when dreams take over to be
the ghostly images formed
live untouched longing to be free.
The quiet stillness
where time still moves forward
the hurried world rests in thanksgiving
focusing on rest unaltered
release from the act of living.
My favorite word contest
for Chantelle Anne Cooke
Stillness 8/17/19
They couldn't have chosen a nest-bed more complex, or vaster.
I lauded their industry (toiling through Sunday, no qualms!),
and almost felt guilty for loitering by their pilaster.
My wife was the hold-up. Those scanty straps were a disaster,
her shoulders cold-shouldered! Here, there's no right to bare arms.
Basilicas don't come mightier, or more splendid, than this one:
Saint Peter's in Rome, High Renaissance, wide-fabled by poets.
The great Michelangelo crafted this Christian Aswan:
they've gathered its glories in guidebooks, so no-one need miss one.
Those frantic ants scampered on legend, but they didn't know it.
And isn't that rather like us? As we hurry and scurry,
accomplishing little, accounting ourselves oh so clever,
ignoring the story (except our immediate worries),
deploring as boring whatever creates no quick flurry,
we miss the magnificence dwarfing our petty endeavours.
conflict
ego's outcome
results in fallacy
sequels to desolation and
distress
unsafe
disturbed fervors
craving for resources
avarice envelopes and makes
grievous
regard
equal concern
brings about happiness
humanity unfurls wings of
delight
Placed : 2nd
Traditional Cinquain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Date: 21-04-2023
Wind god
Boreas- god
Of Winter and North Wind
Swept down from cold northern mountains
of Thrake
He blew
Cold icy gusts
Of breath from bloated cheeks-
Hair and beard spiked with ice, wide mouth
Howling
Sometimes
Seen as horse-shaped
Purple-winged swift stallion,
He swept down on mares, early spring
To sire
Horses
For King of Troy-
Mated with Trojan mares
Fathered the swift, wind-shaped stallions
For him
Athens
Celebrated
Boreas Festivals
Praising him, the god of the cold
North Wind
April 14, 2023
Contest: Traditional Cinquain
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
(Revision of a longer poem posted 12/16/2014)
Written: October 12, 2023
Cinquain Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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Guile gust
I grasp your gasp
goad grafts gently glowing
the gray grove greenery growing
glean grace
Skies Straight
I snared your sight
Schizoid swing of Steward
sewn souls spewing as oxblood stems
stark stance
Wince, wight
I've weaned your whiff
the world-wedged wink was wrapped
while not washing down the wild waft
when whet
Froth flow
your frisk frame flits
follow fall foliage
freshly framed flimsy fruity field
faint flame.
Sand stake
of smog steam sieve
you stride in silence steps
by slamming a skulker-shaped slope
spread string.
Great store,
I grew up with. The smell of roasting nuts. The toy aisles that went on for miles. Closing.
Date Written: 12/13/2020
1 Place
Trademark~~Quintain
Contest Judged:12/31/2020 6:25:00 AM
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
~Natures Great Gift From God~
(A Cinquain Chain)
Nature
Great gift from God
Trees are nice, important
They give us shade, fruits to eat too
And more
And more
Many nice things
Trees give us paper and
Houses to live in and nice books
To read
To read
Learn everything
Nature is beautiful
All the flowers and plants grow too
In spring
In spring
See deers and frogs
Around forests and ponds
Butterflies dance bees get honey
All day
All day
And night gift from
The Lord winter summer
Spring and fall, beautiful nature
All time.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
December.07.2015
A. INTRO
AMERICAN CINQUAINS Adelaide's answer to the Japanese haiku
Poems
in shapely form,
displaying syllables
or stresses in a versatile
refrain.
B.DIDACTIC DISCUSSION
TITLE completely optional
FORMAT
FIRST LETTER OF LlNE CAPITALISED
line syllables/stresses
1. 2 Long days
2. 4 Of August sun
3. 6 Where nature blinks and shrinks
4. 8 The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
5. 2 Held fast
EXAMPLE OF MINE -TITLED
PASSION
Eyes closed
As lips caressed,
Mouths joined,impassioned
Tongues explore,in our love's embrace,
Time-framed
KEY to this form- note how line 1 & line 5 make a link couplet & secondly the 'turn' 'surprise' from end of line 4 to 5.
MY IRRESISTIBLE BROWN COFFEE
I will drink to your love.
Start with my brown coffee some forehead kisses
just to show you my abundance of respect
till my lips hyperbolically becomes crested on it.
I will drink to your love,
Taste the pureness from your lips
just to show my thirst for my coffee
and unify our passion for each other.
I will drink to your love.
Caress the shoulders of my cup
just to make her feel my touch
as I feel her steamy warmth.
I will drink to your love.
Grapple like waffle the two points
where sweet signals strikes sensitivity
till I become hot or warm like my coffee.
I will drink to your love.
My tongue is made to taste it's succulence,
as I ravel in the softness of your heavyweights
until our souls come in twain and simulate.
I will drink to your love.
Reach down to the paths that leads to heaven.
And when I get to that heaven beneath,
I'll drink the oceans till we both run wild.
I will drink to the love of my Brown Coffee.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Cinq Cinquain
Copyright© 3rd January, 2023.