Long Dizain Poems

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Premium Member Bereavement Support

My Dad, a pretty ordinary man, 
Suddenly taken by a heart attack.
People are offering all that they can, 
Cakes and hot casseroles we do not lack,
Hard to believe the whole town has our back.
Their kindness seems to be never ending
The new normal of mine just keeps bending,
Focus seems to be on us completely,
Thoughtfulness and support, all are sending,
Comments of sympathy made so sweetly.


Sorry for your loss, just how old was he,
Using this information did matter.
I reply he was almost eighty-three,
The mood changes, I hear idle chatter.
Suddenly I feel a great deal sadder,
Death is simply another part of life,
You should be grateful and not feel such strife.
He was old, did not suffer, I was told,
My heart bleeds after the cut by this knife.
Judging approval of death by age --- cold.


Written July 27, 2012
For Cyndi MacMillan’s contest
“Do You Understand”
Won 3rd place
© Lee Ramage  Create an image from this poem.


Admiration

Expressions of my sister, far away,
   Down south by Nashville, lovely family,
       I had always hoped up here she would stay,
          Living by her has been a fantasy,
             Grateful she has settled there happily,
                 Reminiscing times, our sister friendship,
                   Laughing, weeping, daydreaming eccentric,
                     Trust and honesty built a foundation,
                        Truth and beauty completely authentic,
                           I search and find complete admiration.

                               ~Laura Urbaniak~
                                    November 23, 2015

Premium Member The Triad

The triad assumes deep significance,
the reality of each vibration,
subject, object and the means for parlance;
inward and outward breath plus cessation.
Creation, preservation, destruction,
threefold function of Holy Trinity.
Tantra Trika and Christianity, 
The father, Son and the Holy Spirit,
affirming this truth as a certainty,
of love within each heart, we may ferret.

The Gunas three, waking, dreaming, deep sleep,
we see the threefold play, in and around,
enabling movement, alive in void deep,
objects orbiting centre to which bound,
being God Himself, in every heart found.
Go there, oh hermit, in void of silence,
where pure of heart, enter in innocence,
cognising instantly, life’s mysteries,
fulcrum of love, holding all in balance,
in and within, each entities entrée.

10-February-2021

‘3 poetry contest’ 
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco

Premium Member Nature's Charm

glorious world slowly waking up bright,  
                        after a biting frosty winter dream 
                       tiny buds glistening .. surreal sight, 
                    strolling soft on gentle glossy grass gleam  
                      arriving stunning splendiferous Spring !  
                    chilly winter leaves with shimmering snow,  
                             flowers create luxurious fresco  
                    watch nature's dazzling harmonious charm, 
                         Bluebells and Daffodils joyfully glow 
                      admire bird-songs, melodious and warm !


                             
                                      October 18, 2022
                                   Dizain Poetry Contest
                                      Theme: Nature
                              Syllables checked by HMS.com
                                    Sponsor: Sotto Poet

Premium Member State of Grace

Beholding God by His grace* through faith’s gaze
My heart feasts in divine worship delight
Adoring Him with bliss of grateful praise
Through the Holy Spirit’s abiding might
Along sweet communion and prayer plight.

Inside the Lord’s assured blessed fellowship
Around secured loving relationship
My soul basks in triumphant revival
Fortified to obey Christ’s leadership
Serving Him midst reaching-out upheaval.

*1Corinthians 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am…

August 15, 2020
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 8/19/2020.


Wreckage-Screwed X Contest

Wreckage-Screwed X Contest

            Believing in you caused wreckage in me
               You thought taking your own life would fix you
                    Now alone, stuck in hell on bended knee
                         Cleaning up your awful mess, residue
                              Didn't you see your beautiful value?
                                   Complicated loss, confusion, grief, fire
                                       What was your reasoning, depth or desire?
                                           Self-destructive and annihilation
                                                Wounded, suffering, physical satire
                                                      Articulation, manipulation

                                                            
                                                                  ~November 18, 2015~
                                                                     Sponsor: Rob Carmack


***Ten lines, ten syllables each line
and rhyme scheme: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d.***

Premium Member Lost To Wind

LOST TO THE WIND  
          
           I yearned for you when pearly passion flowed 
            You leaned on me silent when day ended.
            On shrubs, warm glow glistened as glow worm glowed. 
            Dusty dusk in dark veil as eve faded. 
            Starry sky with torn clouds partly shaded.
            I looked to your eyes with thirsty desire.
            Your reticent glance turned my world entire. 
             Ardent ardor was dishonored and ruined.
            Yet my allure persists, still I admire.
             But lavender love is lost to the wind.                             

  
     08/12/20

  
  Re edited on 03/12/23


You Say


Contest by Brian Strand

Premium Member On Viewing Death

Few times have I peered closely down at death.
The first time I remember fairly well
(looking down at a body with no breath)
would be the viewing of brother Dale.
Disfigured from a crash – his face, a shell -
was not the face of joy we all had known.
His soul to heaven had already flown.
My father’s face last year I looked down on:
a look of plastic – it was not his own!
He too has flown where all live on and on.

Jan. 3, 2019
 For Lu Loo's 'How Death Has Affected Me' Poetry Contest

Note: The way I say Dale is like the word Dell, so that is why I use it in the B rhyme scheme part of this Dizain: ABABBCCDCD
(Sorry i could not put much emotion into this, Laura. Death does not affect me terribly hard emotionally because I truly believe we move on to a better place. The loss of DAle when he was still so young affected me because I loved him so much that I missed not being able to reach out to him any more, but I would need more lines to write about that. Thanks for the inspiration!)

Premium Member Keep Walking

“spell of maya, induces a stupor
luminous self, fallen caricature”

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Pouring our aliveness into the dream,
that each pulse therein we vividly feel,
delusional agenda ego streams,
hypnotic illusions having appeal,
compelling us by contraction, to kneel.

Our choiceless choice to create a dream world,
wherein amidst our own thought forms we curl,
per say a play of innocence harmless
but for indulgence in cravings unfurled;
in stagnation, feeling separateness.

Duality pulse births polarity,
wax and wane, attraction and propulsion;
our anxiety and serenity,
between which there is void of cessation.
Dwell there, oh hermit, in meditation!

We are and be as our attention flows,
stupor by pausing, self inflicted blow,
for otherwise, presence is always free,
imbibing divine bliss in stillness slow,
enjoying gift of life, with childlike glee!

23-December-2020

Premium Member Cadence

"Most poetry and music share some feats-
as cadence brightens words and notes with beats."
                        by_ Poet 

Most music has a cadence all its own;

through it, we feel a steady rhythmic flow.

When beats are spaced to accent every tone,

the instruments present a measured show

heard and enjoyed- delivered fast or slow.

Likewise, a poem plays a silent song

by cadence formed with words that flow along.

As syllables, unstressed or stressed evoke

a thought or image- tenuous or strong-

the beats of rhythmic poetry invoke.


February 2, 2023

~2nd Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge - C Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: 1. Cadence
Judged: 02/05/2023

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