Long Contests Poems
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In sorrow, I turned to writing verse,
To ease the pain, my heart immerse.
Love, nature, family, and spirituality,
Themes that flowed, with sincerity.
Years passed, inspiration took flight,
A hundred poems, crafted with might.
Retirement brought idle hours to fill,
Isolation and pandemic, a bitter pill.
Poetry contests sparked excitement anew,
Learning the craft, experimenting too.
Words from poets, wisdom acquired,
Rhyme and meter, rules admired.
Recognition came, acclaim I found,
Free verse soaring, high and profound.
Loneliness became my muse, guiding my pen,
Love still sings, even when.
Writing became my daily pursuit,
Through challenges and hardships, I resolute.
With passion and dedication, I engineer,
Poems that touch hearts, far and near.
Let people be—the world shrinks
with internet access, genuine connection
is rare.
none of us is who we claim
we walk, talk, write
mostly in clichés with
breathtaking phrases we
para-plagiarize unknowingly.
most of what we do lacks purpose
the problem, as I see it: too much
focus on another's porridge
not enough care on the hungry
human bidding for connection.
maybe they started with an AI handshake
fixing grammar, or their confidence
how is your dog threatened?
what is this race? can you articulate
your itch, scratch some compassion
off your backside full of insincere rage
in the name of artistic integrity?
no shade, we've all been there,
hot takes aren't wrong
just incomplete, one-dimensional
slices angled to amuse bored strangers
chasing a boogeyman for an imaginary win
on the internet.
spoiler alert, losing the plot like this
makes it tough to spot the bad guy.
Frost wasn't the first to find
two roads where snow fell
long before a self-centered poet
stood cold.
tend your side of the forest
avoid contests with borrowed words
but if you enter a collaboration, I'll cheer
your trophy as loud as mine.
which means I'll likely not mention it
if you know me—I'm loathe
to leave comments,
not for lack of seeing the talent or
appreciating recognition,
but like my poetry, I fear
misunderstanding.
The contests offered on PS are great-
providing 'food for thought' to stimulate
new poems that will meet criteria
of themes, we shape with our well-chosen words.
And soon, they're judged and read by poet friends,
with comments offered, do uplift our hearts.
But then, they fade away on that long list
of poems, we have written through the years.
Once in a while, some sponsors do allow
an old poem be entered from the past,
which brings on stage a late write most forgot-
to take a bow as it is read once more.
A unique sponsor uses this viewpoint
to offer contests, using our old writes.
They fill up fast, are judged, quick- more appear
where poets resurrect their cherished words.
Monopoly on contests- I think not;
perhaps another chance to have our gems,
which we worked hard to polish in the past,
be shared with pride- to take their stage again.
April 12, 2020
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Monopoly
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Judged: 04/18 /2020
Just wanted to make a few things clear for my fellow poets
If you are going to use A I, to write a poem for a particular
contest, then be sure to let the sponsor know by adding
A I on top of your poem, so the sponsor of the contest
can then decide whether to use it or not.
I don't believe it is the responsibility of the sponsor to
check every single poem to see if it is A I or not
Please be honest about it if you are and let the sponsor
know.
If the sponsor has specified no A I, then please respect
that. After all we are all writers, and we all know that
we take pride in our creative abilities. So I am asking
if anyone agrees with me, please leave a comment.
This was not written to put down A I in any way
Its coming from a naive woman who just assumed
I am no longer that naive,
Please don't join any of my contests unless you are
planning to write me an original without the help
of AI,
Thanks
Vienna aka Mystic Rose
Sing is what Glenn Hughes does
what is the rare truth
tonight I will play Glenn Hughes on repeat
The Voice of Rock
His songs touch my soul
Music is the Healer
it is our words upon his lips we seek
Why do anything at all except listen to Glenn
his body of work is Golden
Oh there is so much love.
Poem titles:
- Glenn Hughes Wordplay
- Glenn Hughes sings to Heaven or Hell
- My Mom never knew Glenn Hughes
- When Glenn Hughes Contests Reigned
- The Essence of Glenn Hughes
- Starman meets Glenn Hughes
- Glenn Writes for Us
- To love Glenn Hughes
- Glenn Hughes Reprise
- So Much Love from Glenn Hughes
Anne-Lise Andresen- "Hugs"
Anisha Dutta- "Sweet Lady"
Beata Agustin- "Spiritual"
Bill Baker- "Friend from Texas"
Brandy Nicole- "Whispers & Scribbles"
Brian Sambourne- "One of my Canadian besties"
Brian Sand- Contest #10,000 (lol)-keep 'em coming, Brian!
Carolyn Devonshire- "Sweet Caroline" (R.I.P. dear Carolyn)
Christina Bowring- "Hugs & Smiles"
Constance la France- "Cats"
Craig Cornish- "Need a dictionary"
Daniel Turner- "Great scrabble player- better poet" (lol)
Darlene De Beaulieu- "Hello Mr. Messina" - (needs to fix avatar-lol)
Deb M- "Debx"
Emile Pinet- "Gifting his books"
Eve Roper- Nursey Rhymes"
Gershon Wolf- "The great philosopher"
Gregory Barden- "The Bard"
Hilo Poet- "Aloha"
I Am Anaya- "Cool"
Ink Empress- "Ink Princess"
Jan Allison- "Best for a laugh"
JCB Brul- "Never won her contests (lol)
John Hamilton- "Lyrics"
John Lawless- "WTFWT"
John Watt- "Word master"
Joseph May- "Love his contests"
Julia Ward- Never won her contests either (lol)
Kim Rodriguez- "Nature"
Lady Labyrinth- "Deep"
Line Gauthier- "Short and sweet"
Maria Williams- "My dear Aussie"
Michael Tor- "My brother from another mother"
Mike Gentile- "Caring"
Milton Hankins- "Missing him"
Mystic Rose Rose- "Flowers, flowers"
Panagiota Romios- "Pangie, the S.F. kid"
Paula Goldsmith- "A lovely read/write"
Quoth The Raven- "The Birds"
Regina McIntosh- "Love, Gina"
Richard Lamoureux- "His lovely wife"
Robert Hinshaw- "The poem I wrote for his wife"
Robert James Liguori- "Marvel"
Sam Kaufman- The finest bus driver poet I ever knew"
Sandra Haight- "My Jersey gal"
Sara Baker- "Bill's lovely wife"
Sara Kendrick- "Thanks for sharing"
Silent One- "Silence" (Rumi)
Sotto Poet- "Admirable"
Susan Ashley- "Warmest wishes"
Suzette Delaney- "The poem I wrote about her avatar eye"
Suzette Richards- "Can't do her contests, too hard (lol)
Tania Kitchin- "Haiku's"
Tom Cunningham- "Great story teller"
Tom Watt- "Another word master"
Tom Woody- "Reminds me of Milton- for some reason"
Unseeking Seeker- "The Seeker"
Valsa George- "Blessings"
Victor Buhagiar- "Missing his wife"
Vijay Pandit- "Imagery and Imagination"
Winged Warrior- "The great alliteration'er"- (R.I.P. John)
L earning from trials, i gaze as stars blink
E nthralled by evening, a world draped in pink
T o rid betrayal, to embrace self-worth;
T ranslucent now as the whirl of a moth
I nspired by hope’s ray ...gleaming there for me.
N ew the pathway which cleanses old debris
G ently, gently the moon shimmers inside
G racefully flowing through crowned eventide,
O ff to marvel at life’s splendor with pride.
And as breaths wake from daybreak’s heady scent
Relishing journeys on my free-winged flight;
Until dreams transform into cherished intent
This magical quest is mine, a joyous rite!
in time’s afterglow
seasons bring me home again...
renewing life’s grace
Your Best Poem From Any
of Laura Loo's Contests
~ Acrostic-Rhyme, Quatrain, Senryu
4/13/2016
Re-submitted 9/14/2016
I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.
Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings in fear
As if to say ‘Get out of here!’
The rooster crowed with all his might
To publicize my sorry plight
And terror-stricken piglets squealed
As rifle cocked, he left the field.
I turned and fled: there’d be no grace
For farmer Giles had picked up pace.
But then, a crack, a curse ; a whopper!
Old Farmer Giles had come a cropper!
This close escape I did embrace
For he had run a wild goose chase!
And as I raised a thankful sigh
A cackling form went flying by!
Competition entry : I accidentally let one loose : Charles Messina 22 July N/A
Applicable Not Applicable Contests Poetry Contest : sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
19.05.19
You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.
Cliche' you say....oh yes. It seems to be the way
the way to get "poets" to read what you write
but the way I see, it's just not right.
"Your poems are so wonderful! You are the best!
I'll keep reading yours and the heck with the rest.
And by the way, thank you for reading all of mine.
The comment you left had me feeling totally divine."
If you don't like something I write, please just ignore.
Don't tell me it's excellent if you think it's a bore.
I don't need or want fake words of glory and praise.
Perhaps my time in PS is diminishing to mere days.
It was fun for a while, but it's become an alien site.
Its colorful past is being painted in black and white.
No one enters contests, and I can see the reasons why.
If you'd admit the truth, you know that's not a lie.
Thank you to all the ones who are kind and caring.
The ones I came to know, who to me they were sharing
a glimpse of who they really are. I can tell the fakes.
Don't be fooled by those who offer poison to you in cake.
I realize this will make me the brunt of many a joke.
That's alright with me because I've taken the first poke.
But I won't turn the other cheek. I've no fear of what is said.
And I'll understand if my poems are no longer being read.
If life was a game
Loving would not be magical
Neither a breathtaking journey
For love is an honour, a blessing
Bestowed upon the beloved
Inspiring humanity to see the world brightly,
With goodness and sweetness in the midst
So, love is dignified feeling about reality,
Whereas game is about getting fun
If life was a game
Then there would be no faith
Because faith is all about belief,
With something worthy to hold on to,
Whereas game embraces contests;
If life was a game
May be the truth would be forbidden
For the truth is a commitment,
To the just world, and route to perfection
But game is all about amusement
If life was a game
May be no one would be loyal
For loyalty is an art, of being devoted to the truth
But game is a pursuit for winning;
If life was a game
There would be no need to be good,
Because goodness is a moral obligation-
-Leading to eternity,
Whereas game is competitive obligation
Oh! If life was a game
May be there would not be much worth living for
For every creature would be a contestant
Fighting for the prize
For what more could we do?
Except seeking pleasure-
-Signing our names on admired places
Imagine if pleasure was the sole good,
With every creature yearning in desire
The whole world would sink in a funny mood