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Life's pieces fit together, one by one.
Inserting them is challenging and fun,
For each shape adds to making of the whole;
Eventual completion is the goal.
Just like a puzzle, each piece falls in place.
Before our death, we must complete the race.
So many times, confront an empty space;
the hunt for proper shape we must embrace.
Our puzzle should be filled before life's pace
is done, for empty spots would then erase
the chance to bring completed goal to grace
that day we meet our Maker face to face.
Death dances dauntingly detecting done
ahead at bend that leads to our life's end,
when at that hour we meet the Lord with our
life's pieces fit together, one by one.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: 4 x 4 Word Pairing Master Rhyme
Sponsor: Silent One
Theme Chosen: Life Or Death
Judged: 02/11/2016
FIRST STANZA
Acrostic with rhyme scheme: aabb.
The first line in this stanza will be the last line in the 4th stanza.
SECOND STANZA AND THIRD STANZA
Mono rhymes - all the rhymes have to be the same. aaaa aaaa
FORTH STANZA
First line is alliteration and must rhyme with the fourth line: aa
Second and third line internal rhyme. bb bb (two rhymes per line)
Fourth line is the same as first line in the first stanza
There are no meter requirements in this contest.
However, I have used Iambic Pentameter
Gerry Gigabyte, a robotic delight,
sat on a lab roof in morning’s light,
calculating earth’s current position;
amid the stars found a new addition.
His neuro-radar swiftly did detect,
upon it tiny moving carbon-based specks,
life forms that were humanoids,
he was surprised there were no androids.
This tiny planet of pepto-pink,
gave him pause to then rethink...
perhaps there are many earth-like planets
among the exoplanets and proto-planets?
After all there are many suns and moons
around which other planets grew;
still he hoped to find just one
that other robots may just run.
He’d love to visit and commune
with others whom he could be in tune;
this robot of unusual intellect
greatly craved an interstellar trek.
Oh shuttling through space was nice
though he preferred his very own kind;
the earthlings were an interesting lot,
still he preferred the company of other robots.
As morning wore on he calculated
as sun came up he was elated!
Detecting binary messages now;
there were other robots, holy cow!
So he formulated a clever plan
and it was ever oh so grand;
He’d sneak into the Virgin Galactic’s shuttle
but, he’d have to quickly scuttle.
Then Branson’s pride prematurely ascended
his plans now thoroughly upended.
But, Gerry Gigabyte’s enjoying his ride,
a free trip to space to meet his own kind.
The roundness of a drop of water
keeps me stuck on spin,
no flat earth could wash so cleanly.
The moon could be hollow,
it rings like a bell when struck.
I study bells and their carved-out emptiness.
I interpret tones and their bongs
into words.
Last evening
I was distracted by moonlight -
it trembled.
Light is so much faster
than bells chimes.
Patiently I waited in the shimmer,
then came the deep and distant ringing.
The sleeping birds heard it also,
Owls spun their heads
like silver coins.
A thunderstruck night sky
intoned its obscure vespers.
Ears detecting, but the sound
seemed not so much outer
but inwards -
a vibrations of being.
The chipmunk
who had raced here and there all day long
stood as still as a tiger
eyes alight
in the burning bright hollowness
of that carillon call.
Up all night flirting with these ladies
That live so far out of sight
It's just not right how it feels
when I find out they're not honest with me
They know I'm going to ask why
I just want to spread my wings into flight
To find some protection
From there lying infection
Constantly pulling me in so many directions
I really have to do something
about how I select them
I spend more time deflecting
Then I do detecting this kind of infection
I need to get my feet under me
And head in a whole new direction
Oh lord how I need your protection
From these lying women
That steal the life out of me
Love is supposed to be happy and free
Why can't these women see
What they are doing to me
Always coming up empty
Oh lord cant you find
Some way to affect their minds
So I don't feel so blind
Constantly like I'm In rewind
Cant, you find a way to protect me
Cause it's not possible to mend
what started out to be friends
Not when they pretend
That only sends a message that offends
When they play that way
Oh lord I pray
That you send a good woman my way
One that doesn't want to play me in any way
Once upon a dream
A night teemed with gleam
Walking the tracks of unknown
Carrying the sorrow of being alone
But walls, nothing expecting
Wandering the alleys, detecting
In a hope, searching every place
To trace a face of any race
Where are all the others?
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers?
No exhale, generating a sound
To recall a missing, found
Disappointed of soil and dust
Quirk to stars with no trust
A world of wonder, the sight
Granting people wings of flight
Earthly speaking creatures all dumb
As the lips and tongues went numb
Three shining crescents over there
Equal in measure to a bear
Lightning earth, heaven, and the air
There is no similar in compare
Devine chariot of Selene
Treads on Nyx's dark screen
Competing with brightest sun seen
Waits for gates opening Queen
Once upon another dream
Short after the last I deem
No more alone, no more astray
A crowd side by side at the bay
Launching dozens of boats
And the air full of notes
Yet these messengers of longing
Loaded with void, departing
On the way back home
Not pick river to roam
Suspended in the air as dust
If it falls, it leads to bust
Betrayed by mirrors, folk flee
Invading ceilings with no key
In the mountains one of our favorite activities..because of all that it contains…
is to sit out on our porch and experience the rain.
Rain is free…it comes with no expectations…no restrictions…no expenses
It is a beauty to behold….a gift for all our senses.
We usually hear the rain announce itself…letting us know she’s on her way
when the distant thunder booms…and the sky turns a shade of grey.
Next we turn our attention to the wind as darker clouds assemble
as the leaves begin to quiver and the trees begin to tremble.
We smell rain in the air before we see it…alerting us as to what the clouds are making
It’s like detecting the aroma of cookies while they’re in the oven baking.
Now with smoky clouds covering all we see…so only a hint of the mountains remain
to our great pleasure from the safety of our porch…the sky begins to rain.
As we watch the raindrops bounce off the leaves and hear them on our rooftop pound…
we stretch or hands out to catch a few raindrops before they hit the ground.
Then remembering and wanting to relive a time when we were young.
we open or mouths and allow some raindrops to land upon our tongues.
The rain is a treat for all our senses…we find happiness there
where others may find gloom
because we understand the sky must weep…if flowers are to bloom.
Once the rain has ended…we look out on the glistening mountains
and we smile…
then we thank the rain for stopping by…and lingering a while.
And we think in that short time…how much there was to gain…
form the flowers, the trees the mountains…and us…
as we experienced the rain.
If you ain't discipline
You will keep living wrong
Going astray
Thinking you're on your way
Going insane
Living in insanity
Believing in illusion,
Forgetting about reality.
In the pursuit of success
You can't substitute discipline
Right in your low,
Discipline is the elevator picking you up
It's the driver
Taking you safely to your destination easily.
You can't and will never
Conquer without discipline
Whenever it's time for growth
Discipline is essential not inessential
It illuminate the shadows
Detecting all defects
For you to eliminate
So you can elevate easily and effortlessly.
I weep for days, weeks, or longer.
Tears flow quickly anyway, and the sob clinger.
Crying proceeds when tears cease.
I have been feeling my squat angel for weeks.
I clutch sacred trust to hope against my will.
I'm keen on detecting her tone and feeling her quill.
People's memories are starting to wane.
However, I abide on battling with fierce pain.
Consistently, you actually tell me to "rest tight."
You could actually toss a kiss once at night.
So every time I wake up in the morning,
Once again, it is my heart that is mourning.
Now by gone will I be a complete person.
Just proceed and hide. The agony will worsen.
Written: August 12, 2022
The Epiphany That Changed Your Life Forever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
When you insist on playing grownup games,
you've only yourself to blame if you lose.
And though some signs can easily confuse,
smoldering embers don't equate to flames.
Innocence can't protect you from love's pain,
like a moth; you're attracted to its flame.
And though it burns, you crave it all the same,
risking all, over and over again.
Unskilled in deceit and detecting lies,
you naively believed his love was true.
And yet, trust was partially the blame, too;
betrayal came as a shocking surprise.
You feel like drowning in a pool of tears,
devastated, you're unable to cope.
And you're clinging to fragments of hope,
as possibilities morph into fears.
He swaggered off and didn't even look back,
his departing laugh, flippant and cruel.
And sobbing like an incoherent fool,
you're having an anxiety attack.
Spring things arrive, assaulting eyes unused;
Hollowed by a winter grey, whitened paint infused.
Bleeding sudden kaleidoscopes to landscapes,
Cacophonies of endless greetings, drowning pain
As nature comes with energies and hunger once again.
Along a garden wall in shades of many trees
Where grasses lean to show the shallows,
left by bended knees,
Winter mourns the missing; finding solace spring allows.
Into the blossoms of her bosoms’ bounty boughs.
Each year, the trees and grasses form a springtime here.
Shadows burst to life inserting wisdom to our trowels,
Flagstones, Breadcrumbs,
Streaks of dappled sun through arbor boughs.
Clouds of every nation’s hue, the garden wall allows.
Beneath the trees, along this wall,
Where mother earth colludes with all
To waken us again to waiting lives.
Where we will walk in morning light,
And say goodbye to Winter’s night.
Follow footsteps west, to trace the sun,
Feeling radiance shine on us as daylight meets us there.
Each mornings’ border brings a new frontier.
Where things are quiet, unborn yet of fear.
Finishings are left; beginnings yet to be.
New is all there is for us to see.
Eyes search skies of azure blue,
Ears detecting every clue.
Hearts wait here for birth of love,
A comfort known by few.
Upon a log with gnarled burls of hardened skin
We find a resting bench,
With green moss tablecloths
Grown from the earth
In its slow-moving wisdom,
This tree laid down its life centuries ago,
Knowing one day we would come,
To sit upon its broad back and learn that faith
Is sharing life through patience and sacrifice.
Nearby, the ocean waves create a spray
That towers over all, providing raindrops
Sent to splash upon the garden wall.
As dew drops form on maple leaves; so small.
Although each soul is born to different bendings,
Spring shall lend itself to form a call
New beginnings, giving birth to endings
That one day beckon every drop
To somehow find its fall.