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Ten Word Challenge from Silent One
Words to be used:
1. plethora
2. evanescent
3. felicity
4. rhapsodic
5. idyllic
6.dulcet
7. chrysalis
8. radiant
9. sapphire
10. talisman
A feeling of rhapsodic felicity overwhelms me
as I contemplate natures radiant complexity
Sapphire skies, pink clouds and butterflies
emerge like the chrysalis from it's cocoon
A plethora of stunning beauty surrounds me
as dulcet tones of birdsong entrances me
Idyllic conditions like Eden's splendour are
reflections of our Creator's love and grandeur
Like the butterfly our life is short and flutters by
beauty is evanescent but temporarily transcendent
No talisman is needed, paradise is sure to come
with God's blessing all earth's damage, will soon be undone.
John Derek Hamilton
January 28,2016
A Dark Spell
I dreamed I was a boy of ten
With hair of raven black.
I wandered down a faerie glen
And never made it back.
I met a pair of ancient crones
Their kingdom was a dell,
They lured me in with dulcet tones
And cast o’er me a spell.
The spell was baked inside a pie
I’d gobbled down with glee.
The filling, full of fruit and fly
My head buzzed like a bee.
I morphed into a big black crow,
Or maybe I’m a rook?
They put me in a cage, and lo,
I’m hanging from a hook.
The wizard whispered soft to me
‘Don’t worry, do not fret.
To break the spell, and so be free
Recite the alphabet.’
I cawed and cawed with all my might,
It was an awful sound.
The old witch danced in sheer delight,
My voice would not be found.
When darkness fell, I could but croak,
My throat was raw and sore.
Then sunrise came, and I awoke
The nightmare was no more.
All curled up beneath my blanket
dreaming of tomorrows
Young enough and innocent
and free from fear or sorrows
Being in my little bed
when childhood was mine
the kitchen night light softly
broke the darkness with its shine
And adding to that coziness
that was embracing me
were the distant dulcet tones
of the living room t.v.
I laid there and I listened
and could hear my parents talking
I knew as long as they were there
no boogeyman was stalking
My bedroom door was open
just a wee bit every night
I could see the flashing glow
of the television's light
Bedtime was the time
where my imagination soared
Too busy slaying giants
you would never find me bored
And it was such a comfort
with my parents down the hall
They were always right there for me
if I felt a need to call
In all my life I never
felt so loved and so secure
as when I heard those family sounds
come through my bedroom door
So precious to my mom and dad
just as they were to me
Through all these years since they've been gone
they live inside of me
All curled up beneath my blanket
dreading my tomorrows
much older from world-weariness
and full of fear and sorrows
Now I lie in bed at night
alone and insecure
and listen to the silence
coming through my bedroom door
Across the tossing tumult of reality
my brain gasps for truth, for freedom.
This inconvenient leprosy of mind,
whose scarred visage must be quelled.
My own reflection has no scars,
yet, all about are those that insist that ...
AH! What a perfect sunrise!
no soylent concoction, no peering prying eyes
-hidden yawns or dulcet tones or pseudo smiles,
suggesting - DEMANDING I ...no, this day
I will go to where only God knows where I am.
I will dance with the forgotten frantic weeds
- spayed and sprayed, dandelions of disdain
live here unfettered
This house, neglected, forgotten in
a field of imperfection to those
who can not see what is perfect, is Heaven to me!
Apples with scarred blemished skins
beg to be loved - excused for
their imperfections shall
be my nourishment.
The passing of each day -
my romantic vision transformed,
my own pace, my own space, where
freedom hugs me, warms me, feeds me
and loves me
-sleep dear child, you are free.
I am found, but then, God always knew
...where I was.
(True story, please google "god knows where I am" - it will haunt you)
I said, “Don't fall in love,” the day we met;
“I travel light upon the open road.
My scruff and scrawl has long ago been set,
don't somehow have the dream that I have changed.”
It's clear that you were deaf to all I said,
that somewhere in your mind I would amend
my habits that were long since set in stone
and live at last within the picket fence.
I told you I would never stay for long,
that desert shimmers on the interstate
were siren lures that played upon my heart
and I would follow them until what ceased
was poetry that called me further west
and played within my ears like dulcet tones
of desert grass and breezes in mesquite,
of yuccas standing tall and far apart,
until the asphalt and cement converged
and could no longer journey to an end,
and if I could not swim across the sea
I'd drop my pack and plant myself for good
for there was nowhere left to go. Til then
I will avail myself of vacant streets
that lumber long into the fervent night.
I'll walk or thumb a ride until I'm done.
Now I must go and have to say good-bye.
I'm sorry for your tears, but you did know
that I would leave one day. Now dry your eyes
and let us kiss but sweetly as I go.
Be glad I'll be fulfilled upon my way
and welcome any blessings when they show.
Food and drink will come as it is offered;
I'll take it gladly, and not ask for more.
I wish the best and more to come to you.
You must conceive we're beings of a kind:
you're set in your own ways as I'm in mine,
but trees prosper best where they are planted.
Narcotic gusts of wilderness come strong.
If I now not abide them I will die.
I cannot tarry longer, I must flee
to walk with whispers to the far beyond.
3rd Place
Travelling Light Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
9/23/17
A cavalryman's day was guided by a series of bugle calls,
The dulcet tones reverberating within the palisade walls.
Wanting to hurl a boot at the bugler for "Reveille" at dawn,
Instead he stumbled from his cot at "Assemble" on the lawn.
Before he had breakfast, the horses must be tended to,
So "Stable Call" was sounded to assemble a working crew.
"Breakfast Call" invited him for coffee, bread and bacon.
"Sick Call" was announced ere daily tasks were undertaken.
"Fatigue Call" called for troops to "police" the parade ground trim,
Then, at "Guard Mount" assignments were made at old sarge's whim.
The dreaded "Drill Call" meant many weary hours in the saddle,
As sergeants berated recruits, trying to keep them astraddle!
At last, "Dinner Call" for a repast of pork bellies and beans,
Then "Water Call" to water the horses and fill empty canteens.
Later called to quarters to ready for "Assemble For Dress Parade,"
They paraded their steeds, in uniform with gleaming saber blade!"
"Supper Call" sounded meaning more pork bellies and beans.
After "Roll Call" they entertained themselves by any means.
After the sun slowly descended in the vast reaches of the west,
Plaintive "Taps" closed the day, bringing to them welcome rest!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
The music of the hidden band played seductively
filling the glade with a touch of mysterious passion
calling out to souls of passer-by's enticing them
with dulcet tones that speak of eternal love
As the music swells so do people's emotions
cascading notes climb higher and higher
reaching peaks of hither unknown heights
waltzing through the hearts of silent listeners
Layer upon layer of seeking searching tones
that free the mind and let loose the soul
tempting one into indiscretion ate love
flooding through your very veins thumping
Slowly oh so very slowly the notes fade away
leaving behind sweet memories of romance
and souls running rife clasping clutching
wishing for more of the music of divinity
The blackboard waited stark and bare
As yet, there was no teacher there
A striding vision, took the chalk
You know… I recognised that walk
Miss Malone’s Dulcet tones
Sent a shudder through my bones
Her flowing hair with blonde highlights
Her mini skirt and fishnet tights
The way she stood with feet spread wide
And the purpose in her stride
I gave my mate a little nudge
His loving gaze just wouldn’t budge
I said, “Forget your lurid thoughts,
We’re barely out of schoolboy shorts.”
He nodded at her crimson lips
The wiggle in her swaying hips
I said, “You’re fourteen, feeling flirty,
That there teacher’s nigh on thirty!”
He said, “I’ve heard her name is Maisie,
She makes me feel all oops-a-daisy”
I said, “She’s glam, that much is true,
But truly, she ain’t right for you.”
It seemed he thought me quite remiss
And so I had to tell him this,
“She seems quite able in her job
But last week, Miss Malone… was Bob!”
Your cancer wasn’t a mirage
unfortunately it was all too real
but in reality it did us both a favor
giving us a huge wake up call how fragile life is
A skilled surgeon performed the surgery
with delicate precision he removed the tumor
the consolation is you are now cancer free
Your surgery was the pivot that kick started me writing
and with encouragement from a friend
she persuaded me to post on poetry soup
I now have a hobby I love!
I’ve recorded my dulcet tones on some poems
and been told my voice is sexy and full of allure
although at times when I nag
I'm sure my husband would prefer the nonverbal me!
Eight Word Anniversary Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
Required words:-
1. Mirage 2. Dulcet 3. Consolation 4. Pivot 5. Favor 6. Nonverbal 7. Delicate 8. Allure
My 5th year anniversary of joining soup was on 2nd February
2/18/19
Stay a little longer
come closer to my heart
Breathe dew breeze on my neck's nape
do not yet depart
Play for me bagpipe music
Blindfold all my starving fears
Let the dulcet tones of your voice
give us back those harvest years
Make of the citrus moon a ballroom
Hold me firmly from both hands
Lift me high to touch the star-sky
Show me how young peasants dance
Let my soothing fingers trail
across your caloused sun -soaked skin
In purple fields Come chase me
in that place our souls have been
Take me away with you
where this world is out of sight
Where unspoken thoughts and heartbeats
are enough to blaze the night.