Long Contest Poems
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Can you, O Lord,
Dim the sun a bit
and brighten
the moon some?
Can you mix wine
in the seas a bit
and add to the winds
fragrance some?
Can you splash colors
on the grim clouds a bit
and add music
to the rainfall some?
Can you sling a swing
over the rainbow a bit
and toss confetti
with the snow some?
Then with jubilant joy
I’ll welcome my life ahead
and greet New Year
with smiles some.
Until, O Lord, you bid me joy
Allow one world we all can enjoy,
Love to savor and love to share
with those who have woe alone to bear,
Merriment wrapping each sorrowful face
In this one thing I but blame your grace,
None but me shall nurse the rancor
and pin the blame on thee with anger.
~12/31/18
~Jubilant Joy contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
My time is almost here, and with a BANG
I’ll make my entrance here, upon this earth.
You’ll see me on the calendars you hang
and celebrate my infancy with mirth
as through each time zone, early morn at twelve
I’m being born. A whole day it will take!
I’ll smile to see so many of you delve
into the resolutions that you make,
for good intentions often come to naught.
Before you know it, I’ll be old and grey,
and you’ll look back, recalling what I’ve wrought.
Just learn to love each other day by day;
I’m but a small piece of eternity.
Get ready, World, for it’s the birth of ME!
Dec. 31, 2017 for Kim Rodrigues' "New Year 2018" contest
There at the gateway
To Heaven or hell
They come
When their living is done
To eternally sleep
Beneath the black clouds
That seep
Like ink
On a satin white sheet
Where the Raven stands
With a gun in her hand
Long tresses cascading in black
To touch the back
Of that plume-like gown
Of tiered layers
That fall to the ground
~~~~~
Of in the distance
There in the light
That boarders
The brink of night
Birds of a feather
Circle together
Screaming their song
Of fright
As---
The Princess of darkness
Surveys her kingdom
There in a sea of mist
Where those stone ships list
Lost souls set adrift
In a picture of---
Horror
And
Delight
~~~~~~~~
Written by: Elaine George
Inspired by the picture
For the contest: Among the dead
Science has disproved
the legends about full moons,
but one thing is for certain:
when I see it thus -
gold and glowing in the sky -
something indeed does happen.
My mind takes flight, and
I’m more in tune with nature.
I marvel that such beauty
occupies heaven.
When it takes me by surprise,
its effulgence delights me.
I’m led to ponder
how something so far away
seems so right up in my face;
how it has appeared
through eons, steadfastly at
the set time of its cycle.
Is it no wonder
the poems it has inspired
and lovers it has entranced?
One of the few things
of God’s brilliant creations
shared equally by us all!
By Andrea Dietrich
Written 10/15/11
For Russell Sivey's Contest:
What Happens During a Full Moon?
Spring’s beauty is indeed a wondrous sight
highlighting the supreme Designer’s best:
flowers bloom; daffodils, tulips delight
as vegetables abound for blest harvest
hibernating animals shake strength’s might
birds flutter sweetly in each breeding nest
affirming precious life wrought by great God
midst His miracles, deserving our nod.
Showcasing vibrancy, active in nature
Spring features great handiwork so divine:
rejuvenation with birthing gesture
sprouting along restoration’s bright shine
revival glow of spiritual posture
thriving stewardship for heaven’s goal-line
grateful to the Lord*, re-creation source
offering hope, peace, joy ~~~ by His love’s force.
Isaiah 45:8 Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness: let the earth open, and let them bring forth salvation, and let righteousness spring up together; I the LORD have created it.
February 23, 2021
2nd place, "Spring" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 2/24/2021.
He is driven to the Day Hospice each week without fail,
Walking with a cane, hunched over, tall, thin and very frail.
He kisses his wife goodbye and touches her hand as she leaves,
Although she reassures him, the loss of her presence he perceives.
Even as cancer invades his body and steals his last rational thought,
He rambles on with his stories, the appropriate word is sought.
Sitting on the couch with others, he tries to join the conversation,
Topics always lead to his wife, he points to the vase with the carnation.
He reminisces about volunteering and the bible classes they taught,
Then suddenly he gets up to leave, tears running, becoming distraught
Demanding his wife be able to attend this place to receive the loving care,
Weeping he whispers, my wife deserves this so much more, it’s only fair,
Unable to settle, always keeping a watchful eye on the door for his wife,
Longing for the most important person, she has been the center of his life.
For love is always present, for those who have been loved, you believe,
Love that is true does not disappear, even in illness or when you grieve.
**Day Hospice is a day program provided to dying patients where they share friendship and games, and are provided a fine dining meal. It allows the caregiver (family) a day of rest.
Placed 10th in Contest for
Poems that have lost in other
contests.
Written: May 23, 2024, For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest
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Always hear hollering hellhounds, yet nothing close, nobody home,
Paranoia, psychosis, schizophrenia, ponder lacked lucidity, pleaching, poohing...
Haggard horrors haunt house vapid vacuous voices vision vortex brain echolalia blizzard blurred,
Tongue-tied thesis tumbling thioridazine fragmented far-fetched foolish.
Calling a crisis center schizoid living outward echoing elusive illicit improper illusions,
Covert contact, surreptitiously scrambled temporal touch twisted, crazy confusion,
Crushed stone stillness devours daylight dubious demons daring devastation temped talking back
Lurking, leering, licentious, catatonic, gloom, diabolical hostility Asymmetry alien attack,
A hebephrenic sponge spotted sapidity, created from amorphous stardust
Spiritual medium anathematizes purest spirit, holy sight scrupulousness
Highly sensitive slip-hold around ethereal auric field questing for quetiapine quiddity,
Seraphic spirit shined with cyan mystical majesty under full light lavender moon,
Quid pro quo, eugenic resile lobotomized deflated phosphorescent schizophrenia
Ignoring magnificent mind suffered puerile mental wellness, without grasp: why!
-------i never dreamed of being a poet - a life event made me one
a rose was a rose
before aching heart saw your
beauty & smile in it
in the garden - where roses once bloomed
a departed love - its beauty consumed
now sorrow lingers - like thorns that remain
painful reminders of love's sweet refrain
6/1/2023
a monoku haiku and 4 lines of rhyme poem contest
sponsored by- tania kitchin
The Big Ben bangs!
Reminding me its twelfth midnight
Packing my things
Preparing to go home
Car keys on hand
Off to go, outside..
I looked up to search the smile of moon
Seeking winking stars even if strewn
Disappointed, they have gone too soon
Along the driveway,
A sudden gust of wind
One by one - by - one bulbs turned little from blind
Whole ground now of silence and darkness cocoon
Leaves of trees began swaying without rhyme
Creaking and wailing sounds from somewhere
Creeping coldness start to travel on my spine
Gnawing hungry sounds, increasing - vibrating
Lightning and rumbling thunder in pairs
Scents of death arising - filling the chilled air
Then suddenly................................
My car moves unsteadily..
Something heavy above..
Nails digging in my car roof..
Shadows of winged grotesque creatures
To my screen shield a horrific peekaboo...
rattling me.
shocking me..
letting me scream....
I SCREAM..
SCREAM..!
SCREAM-AND-SCREAM!
yet, no one seems to answer..
Only my voice echoes back for me...
Things i can only do is to....
Close and blink my eyes
As I whispered a little pray'r:
"If this the start of a whole new world,
my God save me from this nightmare..."
by
olive_eloisa
2:44 am
April 11, 2014
CONTEST: DARK AND MYSTICAL
SPONSOR: SHADOW HAMILTON
3RD PLACE
Silver full moon you shine in silk night sky
I soar on wings of cloud, try to reach you,
feathers of my desire get winds to fly
in the moondust flashing in your light’s hue.
You crossed seamless dark sky that I called mine,
turquoise furrow you made in me you knew.
I could discern my love glow in your shine,
how to preserve the gleam I had no clue.
Lone night departs calling the black clouds in,
the gloom of dense shadow spreads in desert.
Dust storm blows in parched mind my life hasn’t seen,
grains of dry sand collapse, break dunes of heart.
Melting clouds fill my oasis with tears,
where I search for my love I've lost for years.
July, 23, 2018.
For Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand Sonnet