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My last poem will be a humdinger, will include
a hummingbird in a ruby throated cowl
sipping satisfyingly in Caren’s Krutsinger’s
faerie garden - we’ll be sipping tea or something
stronger. Our muses are quite old by then,
and surely friends. One’s feigning on a daffodil.
The other’s wrinkling her teeny eyes - a scowl.
Instead of Chris Green’s good morning verse,
mine will say farewell to friends. I don’t think
I could cut it short as a monoku but if I’m going
fast I might need to be brief. Perhaps I’d be
silent, as a lightning bug on a Summer’s day —
I’d have to have my mouth
wired shut, my hands in casts (they’d talk too)
I might say, “toodle-loo,” or “ta-ta,” if not too trite.
I’d turn out the stars and the moon, say, “good night.”
7/19/2020
If this was my last poetry contest poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Silent One
With years of well practised wordless command
through darkness you reach out and take my hand
thumb slides along your palm, stops at your wrist
you, motionless, no effort to resist.
Both kneeling in the dark we hold the pose
your pulse beckons, my breathing starts to slow.
Our heads inches apart, not wont to touch
so little contact, yet still means so much.
Remembering your tresses, copper hues
long lashes crown a gaze in sapphire blue.
My thumb around your arm now circling
on skin so smooth once, now papyrus thin.
Decades have passed but although we have changed
our bond still strong as steel, long to remain
from strangers into lovers now just friends
we remain in our communion till the end.
Time now for me to let you go once more
so I can pass your food under the door.
29th July 2015
For contest 'Poem with a chilling twist' by Frank Herrera
If this was my last participation in the contest
I would use my last ink to say how much
I love expressing my thoughts..
"I paste my words as it is from heart and mind for the readers to taste.
My pen being the ladle,I saute deep words as ingredients,seasoning the presentation,
publish poems as delicious dishes that emits an impeccable aroma of feelings".
But why is it last?
I am still a fresher..
Just entered Poetry soup three months ago.
I have gained friendship of few astonishing members from this family.
I aspire to learn lots from these inspiring poets and poetess..
I would frankly say ,
Although each of us are busy in personal and professional schedule's ..
Amidst that we login and pour out our hearts..
We freely float alike a balloon in the air.
Never expecting a comment i keep writing..
But if found any reviews or appreciations it gives
such joy and boosts my happy hormones.
Getting placed in a contest and analysed by
a sponsor is a thrill like passing in exams &
receiving an eminent reward.
I would love conveying my heartfelt thanks to this
awesome website who has taken initiative in providing
opportunities to showcase our poetic talents.
Also... I would request the sponsors to keep
organising contests with their innovative topics
and themes and invoke our thoughts and
keep us active & lively.
19-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note:"If this was my last poetry contest poem"
Poetry Contest..
Sponsored by Silent One.
Apple of my eyes,
She entered my life.
Was a high school classroom,
Where our love would groom.
Turned stronger as time went on,
Where parents were called upon.
Galla time with meets in the cafe,
And outside in the shopping malls.
Ditched ourselves to lag behind,
From the levels we best deserved.
Then came the exam results,
Found ourselves lying in a trench.
Hence staying away in different cities,
But for the same air that connects.
Her birthday, I got a call,
Returned happy with a secret meet.
But mom knew to my surprise ,
Awaited me to tell and meet.
Moments of unknowing betrayal,
That was a teenage entertainment.
Little did I know of mother's hurt,
Repent that was my last ditch!
Written on 29/10/13
Entered in contest on 11/5/14
Contest - poem never entered in contest#1
Sponsor - PD A
My eyes shut and my mind drifting
I hear your footsteps approaching in the night
A foolish heart races with anticipation
Through a time warp
Beyond ache’s hoops
Back to a moment caught in time
Where we were young
In love and carefree
O to go back as easily
Adrift in the lagoon of vibrant memories
As past and present mesh and meld
Indifferent alike indistinguishable
Alluring and most beguiling
A relentless wave of nostalgia
Rocking swaying swirling
Washing me to shore
Breathless beaten
Unhinged dazed bewildered
In an overwhelming trance
As my heart beats wild
AP: 1st place 2021, 3rd place 2021
Submitted on February 6, 2019 for contest POEM TITLED SAUDADE sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 2ND
I wrote my name in snow,
the snow that lay upon your grave;
Oh, my darling, I have become death's slave,
your engraved name aglow-
Calls me in the darkness,
and in my dream I come walking;
is that you who whispers my name talking,
in this cold vast starkness-
I need to turn away,
time for me to put out this flame;
oh, my darling please stop calling my name,
let me start a new day-
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March 3, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/I Wrote My Name
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 881-647-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Entered in the contest, Best Rhyming Poem 3
Sponsor John Hamilton
Third Place
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Entered in the contest, Poem Written In March 2017
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
The day began like every other day
no hint of what was to happen
taking the children to school
she saw a man near the gates
He smiled at her and tipped his cap
tall and handsome around her age
sadly when she came out he was gone
with a sign she walked on to work
The sun was blazing down baking all
so she took her sandwich outside
sitting at a bench in the local park
she espied him running in the distance
His long legs eating up the ground
he soon disappeared from sight
longing to meet and talk to him
she sat there as long as she dared
Reluctantly returning back to work
day dreaming about him passed the time
at last it was time to collect the kids
again he was waiting as they came out
She noticed him with two children
but when she turned right he went left
wondering why she had not seen him before
sad that he seemed happily married
For the next few days she kept seeing him
mainly he was far off in the distance
Until one day arriving early at the gates
she saw him waiting there for his kids
Shyly she stood nearby giving him a smile
he walked over and started to chat
she soon learned they were his nieces
and he was helping out his sister
His sister's husband was away fighting
and was deployed in the middle east
as he was between jobs and she pregnant
he helped by taking the girls to school
Slowly their feelings turned to love
she had lost her husband to war in Iran
and he had lost his wife to cancer two years ago
against the odds once more they both found love
written 05/17/2014
contest Poem you have not entered in a contest 5
Within my blood it lives, that DNA
that shaped my need to draw at age of three-
for what would so inspire a child so young
to be obsessed with sketching constantly.
Within my blood it lives, that DNA
that shaped my need to write rhymed poetry.
As a young child, no help, just by myself,
emotions deep inside stirred words for me.
Within my blood was strength in DNA,
for later it was passed genetically.
Two daughters with amazing skills in art:
one granddaughter, an artist truly blessed;
the other, English major at her school,
directs its poetry society.
Within my blood it lives, that DNA
that helped shape me, my children and their own.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Poem Of The Day
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Judged: 04/25/2019
I chose this poem since it one of only two of my poems
ever presented as 'poem of the day' since I joined PS,
in June 2014, and because it is meaningful to me and
a tribute to my creative family.
The Fragrance from your flute
Wafting in the air
The powder of morning in your hair
And the Robins in their throat
In your smile clouds float
Red and pink layer
Golden alphabets stare
The river flows on
Sprinkled sun melts in water
Inflammation grows in laughter
Rush roar race reel recur
Empty boats wait for life
Stories seek a soft chapter
Your shadows grow longer
Polka dots on your blue shades
Tiny airy footfalls on grass blades
Pleasure returns in white sails
Boats are astir in water
Ripples and jingles join them
In the spread of the blue jays’ wing
A blue and white game
Sinking sun sprinkles softened sparkles
Dream like little orange splashes
Infinity sits in your eyelashes
Gradually unfolds the time of musk
You are the scented dusk
A full moon black and gold
The dark lagoon beckons
A tornado unbuttoned
In the lightening and thunder
Ripping asunder
The romantic grapes
Life yells and then melts
In valentine chocolates
Somewhere along the sparkling dagger
Picked from the thunder
The universe blurs
Until the eyelids are heavy
From the honey night
Of tipsy minds
Descending into the cleansing dark
Of valentine
For another daylight
For another delight
For another beginning
In the yellow and blue swing
Posted on February 12, 2018
for the contest: Romantic Poem
Sponsored by Silent One.
Note : This is a non contest poem of mine titled The Beautiful Corridor published hereon 15/02/17. I have edited it a little in the process of submitting it for the present contest, especially the last stanza.
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"My Muse is my pen, my words, my poetry,
my artistry, without Muse all is dead within me."
Quote _Constance
Oh,
inside of
me dwells a
voice I call Muse.
Mostly just whispers
but, he never ever leaves me
I have a great affection for Muse
and my feelings are mixed up with his.
Sometimes, Muse I wish for total solitude
could you lower your piercing, demands please.
In the loudest roar, Muse insists that I listen
he does not care if I am sleeping in bed
or I am going for a sweet nature walk
that voice is thunderous and loud.
Stop dearest and write a poem
for this is so important
your pen must drip
we have words to
share in ink
now.
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January 03, 2019 (Repost)
Poetry/Verse/I Love Muse
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1450-531-03
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, My Loudest Feelings
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judge 01/2019
First Place
Submitted into the Standard contest, POEM ON POETRY MUSE
sponsor, Beata Agustin, Judged 04/29/2022
First Place