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3rd march2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: rhyming couplets
Sandy tracks, still and dormant, lie await for us,
Virgin sands of Malvan beach, its breeze my body salty caress.
Through the grooves of coconut palms swaying tall,
We trudge to the sandy shores backpack and all.
Green thatched leaves. Crowns of glory, shade it extorts,
Swinging hammock to nest me in my denim blues shorts.
A strong breeze blows saline pelagic scented odor across,
Blue waves melt to foam, kiss shores, hued shells emboss.
Lonely eagle soar virgin blue skies,
More of the brood join in and glide past fishing boats floating by.
A murder of crows feast on our eaten table,
As in the warm waters we dip, the crows our food they garble.
The waves sound gushing rhapsody repeat,
Us jovious beach bums in water enjoy the sunny heat.
Dry fishing boats on logs they are on the sands to park,
Lie along akin, like silent serpents, waiting for dusk to embark.
Sea gulls they glide over silver wavy waters,
Food seeking dives perform, for them that’s what matters.
A pack of dogs they frolic with glee,
As the fisher folk heave coir ropes dogs from there flee.
Golden sunlight darts out of stagnant clouds formless,
Group of lads, beach volley ball they play tireless
As I sit ten meters away from wet sandy shores,
Melody erupts as waves repeat encore.
My dear Lady so full of grace,
Apt face that thrills my change of heart;
Rouse up in me a loving trace,
Yield touch that heals that love may start.
Incline my soul to live bold zest,
Move faith and hope where act funds proof;
Mother most whole guide my life's quest,
Ask joy to scope love's living truth;
Calm stillness here brings grand insight,
Urge heart and mind to sync with flow;
Lift happy cheer in brilliant light,
Abide most kind fond touch I know;
Teach me to see what matters most,
Emboss meek poise with heart inspired.
Meet pain ugly as trials play host,
Oblige wise choice in plain attire;
The way of grace calls out to me,
Hollow odd pride you help to purge;
Etch on my face a lavish spree,
Raise love's sure tide as I emerge.
Leon Enriquez
14 April 2018
Singapore
Wedding gift to me from my grandpa,
was antique with an obvious flaw,
a three legged table made of oak,
made for him special and was bespoke.
It was designed to be by fireside,
was eight inches by eight inches wide,
just about two and a half feet high,
to keep him in winter warm and dry.
polished in dark varnish to high gloss,
etched in ivory he did emboss,
the names from our whole family tree…
somewhere on one of the legs was me.
Said to me as only grandpa’s do,
with tears on smiles, his face split in two,
leave you this to remember me by,
not let past love and memory die.
with pride we placed it by our fireside,
wife and I would spend time sat beside,
that three legged piece of grand old oak,
warmth of generations would evoke.
Written 31st October 2023
9 syllables each line
aabb rhyme
Edward Ibeh sponsored
This or that Vol 21 contest
Swath of pristine tractless snow white landscape...
tell tale sign where
winter storm Demi left her mark.
Beautiful and bountiful visual scene
(seldom seen around
tri-state geographic area
for quite a few years,
where temperate global warming
spelled unseasonably warm winters)
trumps the inauguration
for breathtaking view.
Immaculate conception birthed
awesome aesthetic spectacular
blinding heavenly creation.
I feel humbled
as an infinitesimal know nothing
wrought into existence
courtesy billions of years
evolutionary fits and starts,
and will exit stage door left
barely impacting the cosmic schema.
Memories accumulated across
six plus decades astride oblate spheroid
upon sixty plus shades of gray matter
sights and sounds transiently,
yet indelible impressions lasted a lifetime
eventually taken to the grave,
(or rather more eco-friendly crematorium),
which lovely bones once reduced to ashes
will leave nary a trace videre licet,
where joys and sorrows
dwelt within mine temple mount
unbeknownst to humanity
unless one attests to spiritus mundi
housing each and every personal record
that livingsocial (and more often
as an egalitarian, latitudinarian, proletarian,
solitudinarian, and unitarian) did emboss,
though uneventful existence,
would find any incorporeal passerby to gloss
tittering at reputation as spindleshanks
no doubt resulting
where chromosomes and genes
of interspecie breeding did intercross,
yet leaving some lucky *****sapiens
descendents of simian forebears
with eye catching physical characteristics
cases in point Heidi Kloss
or the waifish
former supermodel Kate Moss
testimony that either the former
or latter pleasing specimens
fortified with raw bits,
(and maybe even smattering
Norwegian bachelor farmers
big strapping men's bloodline
rumored heifer and angus outcross),
whose claim to eternal fame popularized,
and brought them renown fame
linkedin to "aphrodisiac hidden oomph"
of powder milk biscuits) sic erat scriptum.
Sparked alive in the dark, like an old photo, framed
Released from a vault of a million dreams lost
A day, drenched with rain, where my eyes couldn't claim
to see it as clearly, for it seemed to be crossed
by the moon and the stars, where all dreams have been tossed.
Held captive by night, are the deepest words cloned
where they're not mine to keep, to behold or emboss
I struggle to reach out, and keep them my own
It came in the night without warning or thunder
with a heartbeat, remembered, from a light that is gone
By morning, forgotten, which leaves me to wonder
why my sleep can't reveal faces missing so long,
or erase all the heartache that still hovers on
Held captive by night, were the deepest loves grown
where I can't take them out, to behold and to ponder
I struggle to reach out, and keep them my own
I will gather the stars, from the deep blue lagoon
With my head on the pillow, my lids squeezing tight
I wait past the hour, in the languid cocoon
which triggers the conscious, to roll back the night
revealing the faces, again to the light
With closed eyes, I'll wait, with the stars and the moon
Held captive by night, are the longings I've known
Where dreams aren't just promises, that vanish too soon
I struggle to reach out, and keep them my own
Released from a vault of a million dreams lost
held captive by night, are all the longings I've known
With a heartbeat, remembered, from a light that is gone,
I struggle to reach out, and keep them my own
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4/16/15 For Contest: "Not Your Average Ballade"
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
(Note: I have tweaked the form by following a different rhyme scheme in each stanza, .....and using one line from the first 3 stanzas for the last stanza)
Precocious boy, yon ere the age of twelve,
Parades vast knowledge, complexity swelled,
Our simplistic share was well understood,
Kept back of minds, preserves naive childhood.
Green imparts years cherished adolescence,
Bottled, we heed, coupled coalescence,
Errant appendages spark normal steps,
Blessed gifted faculties, fellow class frets.
Removed and placed amongst the elder kids,
Baffled apostles sought entertained bids,
A young mind satisfy matured scholars,
Acquaint the novice school well-spent dollars.
Stands amidst the rare few emboss his name,
An honorary plaque glistens the fame,
Hung in the schools enclosed glass curio,
Captured on our family video.
Commencement day, he did stand with the rest,
His valedictory speech of years blessed,
Preteen vested had rivaled teenagers,
Noble college exemplary majors.
Evolved bove academia planes realm,
Ate hamburgers, fries, and an ice cream cone.
2019 November 12
howmanysyllables;
22 lines x 10 syllables per = 220 syllables total
Shaped in five-pointed star polygon
I moved in patriotic moron
Decorated both my daughter and son
Surrounded by white-collars of Pentagon
Handsome looked like Triggered weapon
Equipped many sarcastic drones
Peace and dice belonging to the boss
Pentagram tired to say allegory emboss
Five elements resist and chaos
Air, earth, fire, water, and spirit always frost
But Pentagon still emerged toss
Associated with mystery and hierarchy boast
Human rigid or human right?
Regardless of race, lies, ties and bright
Motherland addressed reason for fight
Nationality comes to grief of torch light
Haunted by the past of night
Country and shield governed tight
promoted fast hell flight
Auld Lang Syne means old long since
Pentagram said goodbye and flapped fins
Pentagon said: It is your sins!
Young bullets built from tax PIN
Penetrated the bodies upside down triple nine
Triple six went to ruins
They served corpse cuisine
On Calvary
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Sans devoid and bare
Now and then I stare
Out there feeling bereft
My punctured lung bleeds
Feet wont dare to step
I am nailed so hard
The clouds go dapple drab
The sky emboss so somber
Robber and I either side
I came to fetch many faults..
Sans devoid I bare the load
Whom am I ?
Jesus from God
The saviour Messiah
Who grants salvation
Confined and tied up
The will is done now
My covenant fullfilled
My compromise given
The time has dawned
So you may live.
Sans devoid and bare
I have borne the cross alone
On Calvary
The loaded cross
Of forgiven sins
There will be images
Up a cross
In A world of great devide
No more snakes in wine
My hands and feet
No longer bereft
I thirst
I ascend
I remember you ..
On Calvary
You sin and weep no more.
A life of hope is no joke
Who’s laughing now?
You are a humanitarian bully
You had your fist and hands over me
You placed me on your personal cross
You came across meek, yet you were weak, you are loss
You pains me, your apologize come across emboss
Moistens, yet stilled rigid
This ain’t no joke, man
Sometimes I be hurting
Your smile and your ways
Haughty and hurt me for days
I am not your comment folk
My life more than consequential
I am essential
More than just a body
I am of God’s spiritually embodiment
I AM HIS SON
5/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Trinkets, salt packet from road trip sixteen years ago
Collected, cafes remembered, ripped open with age
Spilt among treasure, a twig, tickets, torn butterfly
Bits familiar, shrine in a tin, tired feather, belated
Harmoniously decompose, shipwreck's chains
Filter their links, flakes floated, flipped coins
Emboss truth funnelled through decades
Grains falling, fabled chamber drained
Recollections creak rocking chair era
Carpet of moths, floorboards erode
Sanctum split, heirlooms fracture
Hailed scriptures huddle in fog
Divided cortex gorge cool gap
Glide of pendulum grandfather
Silent rhythm discards old habits
Distance in dust, leaf littered history
Compiles mottos rotting ignominous
With inter century bold blended injection
Contemporary tips in, new version junction
Mingling dissolves old into fresh vessel joined
Relentless generations mark intended kamikaze
Ebony ivory rivals reflect empathy kindered
Measure of Yin Yang our future ligature
7th February 2022
Written For Contest
Pick - A -Title
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh