Long December 09 Poems
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a north snowy owl
hunts a windswept field for prey ...
cat like yellow eyes
thick heavy feathers
the snowy owl is watchful ...
low raspy hoot hoot
on a branch preening
the snowy owl flutters wings ...
solitary life
rotating his head
the snowy owl is regal ...
a quiet flyer
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December 09, 2022
Poetry/Haiku/snowy owl
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1507-615-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 22
sponsor, Mark Toney, Judged 12/14/2022
Written: December 09, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: John Anderson
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1/
Clock ticks through cold nights
shades aim long as the light fades—
pages grow flimsy,
the ink of forgotten names
smudges dissolve in stillness.
2/
The rain of spring knows
steps shod on the silky soil—
sighs mirror orchids
their fragrance widens for years
festering yet ephemeral.
3/
Sun shines through summer
Smiles of kids in the landscape—
brilliant and boundless
but even the dazzling fire
fades in the quiet of dusk.
Conclusion:
4/
Leaves shed in the fall
a rustling thread each season—
woven in tandem—
time is the loom of our life
fabric of recollection.
*Image of Music Heart by Pixabay.
A Heart's Melody
Harmony palpitates...conducts the abandoned chamber,
albeit, interludes providently...kept in tune with themselves.
The metered winks...influencing oneness to soothe and rise.
The cloud nine reviewed....negotiating remembrances
of "Each and All", the "Earth Song" by Emerson...a ballad medley.
Unversed preexistence...reminiscence, rekindled charge.
Harp rhythms veinuous strings strumming...as the organ pedals.
Some rhapsodical soul...repeatedly ensures an airy suite.
Rehearsed pulses...convey themselves as an opening night.
Calm sounds reflect symmetry...hallowed core pleasures a theme
donning inner expressions...grants the life-timers brevity's blinks.
Solemn occasions the welcomed psalm...heartfelt gifts its claim.
Juxtaposed rapture instants...contrariety absent
of muted aches for a quiver...contrite hands fold into prayers,
beckoned Heaven's gate perseverance...angels heralding.
Unsung Heavenly cadences extend...stead the swan song
that left open--an invitation...as internal hope vibrates,
a renewed life has been rewarded...the heartbeat pipes true.
2022 December 09
*9th Place*
Thought rested awareness
~~Unseeking Seeker
*HM*
SECOND CHANCE FOR YOUR N-A
~~Brian Strand: Judging 2022 December 19
*HMS.
December 9 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ephesians 4-6
Key Verse – Ephesians 4:13 Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENABLING US
TO COME IN THE UNITY OF THE FAITH
Praise be to God for enabling us to come
in the unity of the faith while we:
Press on toward His perfection
Pursue along His proven principles
Progress by His prodding prosperity
Perform through His powerful propelling
Pray to Him according to His purpose and plan
Ephesians 5:1 Praise be to the Lord
for letting us follow Him in:
Walking along His truth
Working for Him triumphantly
Worshipping Him with thanksgiving
Waiting for Him with our tenacious trust
Watching and witnessing for Him with worthy testimony
Ephesians 6:17 Praise be to the Saviour for
helping us with good will, doing service while:
Filled with His fulfillment
Flourished by His faithfulness
Festive along His fruitfulness-flow
Freed through faith in His fervency
Framed upon His fortified foundation. Amen!
December 9, 2024
Written: December 09, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Tom Woody
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My fingers are stone—
numb knuckles carved by the night’s chisel
Feet drag as anchors through drifts of powdered glass
The compass of my breath falters,
And silence gnaws at the marrow of my resolve.
I have always worshiped the wild
Scaled ridges where condors carve crescents in the sky,
wandered valleys where rivers rehearse their rhapsodies.
They warned me: "not alone, not in winter."
But I have always been a misfit pilgrim,
a shadow that strays from the procession.
Above me, the moon is a lantern of bone,
It's a halo crown of cold fire
I can hear as the air is so silent
the quiet of galaxies swirling,
the tiny hum of everlasting
despair hangs through me
similar to a worn-out cloak,
I wish to shut my eyes
to break down into the lull.
Yet—
In the argent glow, a vision unfurls.
Not a face, but a flame-shaped silhouette,
weeping rivers of light,
calling my name with a voice
that trembles the frost.
It is her.
My wife, my tether, my echo.
A surge rises—
not mine, but borrowed from some celestial reservoir.
Words ignite in my skull: "Rise. Rise."
And the mountain, once a labyrinth,
unfurls a path as a silver ribbon.
I stumble forward,
hearing voices braided with wind.
“Is that you? We were sent to find you.”
Before the dark folds me under,
I whisper, “Who sent you?”
And the answer drifts,
soft as snow,
bright as salvation:
"Your Guardian-angel."
We raised our sights in the autumn season,
brilliant and vivacious shades, full of life.
Vivid crimson, scarlet, rust, and yellow rife,
The maple trees in the grove praised the region.
Getting a clear grasp of the near atmosphere,
hear the stones beneath our feet squish and shift.
Consider the dust piles that our shoes drift,
Feel the brisk breeze tickling our hair, yet each spear.
The autumn leaves on the trees had fallen,
During the seasons, I am lured by the radiant sight.
The harvest was plentiful, a summer delight,
Pumpkins, squash, and yams were then sullen.
Birds expecting winter fly over a deep blue sky,
For the rest of the fall, the butterfly urges you to stay.
Bonfires and ethereal smoke swamped the air
and piney fragrance with a dash of seasonal flair.
Pause, sight, the river flanked by a large stone,
toward green and withering vetch stalks.
Stay close to increasing beating whacks,
Azure Creek has a gentle, placid tone.
Squirrels brace for fall by saving nuts and seeds,
They relish crisp fall days but dread winters.
and spread an abundance of lusty splinters.
Come jog with me, which allows clean air to renew yields.
2nd Place Contest Winner
Written: December 09, 2022
Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
(Free Verse)
I never believed before,that dreams came true,
Part of me never believed, in such a fairy tales,
But then as time passes, and leaves behind me all its marks...
It's for so many years,now,thatI've learned, that nothing is impossible after all...
If you just stop for a moment and open up your heart,
Your mind will follow through, right behind,once you make that choice,
And desires will materialize, somehow, all your dreams,with sweetness;
And rekindle,with so much fire,again as never before, all your soul...
So then, believe! and grab your dreams, and never once stop believing,
'Cause, that's what really keeps us moving,and makes us come alive and much... stronger,
Open up your heart and all your mind,at least a little bit,and give yourself another chance...
That the window that you open now,will give you sooner or later, in time,another reason,to survive.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2005
December,09,2014
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December 09, 2022
Poetry/Acrostic/Christmas Joy With Family
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1507-649-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Christmas
sponsor, Bobby May, Judged 12/15/2022
First Place
(English Sonnet)
You can’t really succeed without love
Love or its lack will make you weak or strong
Love is the key to success from God above
And its power is a victorious song!
With love we can overcome all kind of evil
God give us all a heart and soul to love
With an option to be kind forgive ill
And we can do it walking in His love.
Sometimes you may think that you can’t do this
But let me tell you in Jesus name you will
Cause walking in His Word/ Light is the key
Think hard, you decide! God’s way or your will.
Just keep in mind that God/Love never, ever fails!
Do everything with love, heart with joy will fill!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008
December,9,2008
TIME IS NO MSYTERY
EACH AND EVERY SECTION HAS A SECOND
AND IS HISTORY
this is my confused telling of my destiny
better dreaming of this calamity
and I am a visionary
or am I a visionary
and do I have all my marbles
for yet I've been here before
in that moment in time
this is where I wiz at then
NINESEVENTEENPM
1917 I was in December 1 at Boys Town founding with Father Edward Flanagan?
1917 December 9 was with British forces under General Allenby got captured in Jerusalem
OR WAS IT A DREAM IN A VISION
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1917 It was March 20th three American merchant ships were sunk US President Woodrow Wilson met with cabinet I sat in that
As the President asks for war which will be inevitable
OR WAS IT A DREAM IN A VISION
Was what I was doing in those seconds
Did I live it, dream it or imagine
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1917 a bust or boom year a lot of things happen in April
US declares war on Germany, enters World War 1 I was there?
April 6 the battle of Arras begins, I was there too?
And on the 9th of April of 1917 Vimy Ridge in France was stormed by Canadian troops, threw me for a loop
I was there too, was it or was it not a dream?
NINESEVENTEENPM
Munition factory explosion at Eddystone, Pennsylvania
Kills 133 workers, this is where I was too?
Tornadoes skills 211 in four days in the Midwest
Jazz standard "Dark Town Strutters Ball by Original Dixieland Jass Band first record I heard this, I was there in...
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1917 race riots in East St. Louis Illinois persons killed between 40 to 200 reported, I was there
1917 August China declares war on Germany and Austria,
September 3 1st night bombing of London by German aircraft
History buff, marsh mellow ****, all these things maybe, may or may not be made up;
truth be told, I wiz at the exact point of time
No really?
this is what I was doing on
Did I live it, dream it or imagine
Did I see it, receive it, or imagine it...
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For Nineseventeenpm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:John lawless
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