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The azure sea displays in seamless expanse
the perfect poise of unique aquatic serenity,
sparkles with the patina of the cerulean sky.
From the platinum fringe of drifting clouds
the silver sunrays entice the ancient mariner
to embark upon a new voyage of penance,
for he has left the seventh sea yet unsailed.
He leaves in quandary on the call of the sea,
the essence of his forlorn life on the shore,
and sets sail once again on the quaint ship,
from an antique quay of his safe anchorage.
The southern wind blows with balmy perfume,
placid soul vibrates with the quiver of the sail,
silently promising to take him to his new home.
February 14, 2021
Contest : Mind Your P's And Q's
Sponsor : Michelle Faulkner
Our month of May unfolds soft pastel haze
to spread her joy ahead of summer days.
'Tween buds of April and June's full-bloomed phase
spring daffodils and tulips pave the ways
for lilac and forsythia bouquets.
Lush verdant leaves create a rich, dense maze
from warmth and rain through her 'communiques'
to wake lush growth and blossoms 'neath sun's rays.
Our month of May lifts up our hearts with praise;
her transformations of landscapes amaze.
A child of spring, her growing scene displays
'till summer's full maturity sashays.
Then lovely May will yield without delays,
as June slides in to bring full summer blaze.
May 24, 2018
~1st Place~
Contest: All Yours (May 9)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/08/2021
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Memories of May
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Judged: 05/08/2019
Rules: Poem posted during the month of May 2018
Monorhymed Sonnet
Spring brings an end to outdoor diversion,
Though some don’t mind its seasonal distress,
It could be an annoying occasion,
When the body is overlaid with stress.
There is an upsurge in the earth’s waters,
They overflow and pay guests to the land,
It’s saddled with tempestuous matters,
Like a fellow standing on sinking sand.
It is a happy and glee time for ants,
The uninvited guests throng our gardens,
They are not a huge concern for peasants,
Flooded and battered farms deeply saddens.
Spring resuscitates my aversion ply,
Sometimes it’s hard to push through and comply.
February 22, 2023.
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest,
Michelle Faulkner.
We married young and ventured on our trail,
not knowing what our journey would entail
to reach our goals- precarious, or rife,
together in our rendezvous with life.
As we combined our special pathways planned-
our winding roads led us to places grand,
and with finesse, we blended our unique
hopes, heading to a higher mountain peak.
We started, hand in hand, to walk our miles
with ecstasy or sadness, firm our smiles.
A time for us, together- come what may-
together, we shall always want to stay.
So many years have passed- we are so blessed
still on our path- we travel to the crest.
A wedding anniversary just passed;
for sixty years now, our true love did last.
September 7, 2018
~8th Place~
Contest: Still The One
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Judged: 09/30/2018
I have a cat that wears no hat;
though her paws do love to bat,
her mice and balls,
all through my hall.
A clever cat,
a feisty cat,
I made her a nice catnip rat;
my hyper-active tabby cat.
A cat with tail all poofed and fluffed;
her claws are never, ever rough;
they’re so sharp and needle-like;
my god, they’re really more like spikes!
All through the night she bounds and plays;
sometimes in a catnip haze.
All day long she’s in a snooze;
fortunately, she doesn’t drink any booze.
I know she’s been on my computer,
looking for a kitty-suitor.
The claw marks on my keyboard tell,
without me hearing her collar bell.
Her favorite website, “Kitten Caboodle”;
actually sells tuna noodles.
I know because my credit card,
had more than thirty orders charged!
A confrontation did ensue;
she wound up with her ego bruised.
Pouting cat took paws that bat,
took out her frustration on catnip rat.
I tell you honestly,
I tell you true;
be grateful she doesn’t
belong to you.
Written 3-7-19
For Contest: "Honoring Dr. Seuss Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
The lion creeps in slowly, stealthily, hyper vigilant, alert.
Her focus on her cubs, wanting them to eat blood red meat tonight.
A young shaky gazelle, stares into the tall grass.
Fear pounds in his heart, he's ready to take flight.
He's heard of the bone-eating smackers who come out at this time of day.
Startled when he realizes how late it has become, and he is alone.
Fearing what he does not know, and hopes to never meet, he starts forward.
Large yellow eyes with a black inset in place of a soul is upon him now.
The cubs will eat tonight.
Written. 4-2-2018. Contest. what Your Poem Needs Is Love Sweet Love
sponsor. Michelle Faulkner
The flower buds
with hue, texture and complexion
fill the vast meadows to bloom in a flood
of nature's perfection . . . .
even in quiet concealment, shadow, and shade
sun reaches her fingers for the untrimmed to aide,
and birds in temperate songs invade
and vines clasp studs.
The warm gold sun
shining- holds possession of me
from sunrise until the beauty is done
with love for all I see . . .
I hold it all in my heart in an endless infinite lease
knowing that the hand of God created this peace,
and this eternal beauty is just one piece
'till heaven is won.
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August 11, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/In Meadows of Green
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1172-520-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Contest - A Summer Day Re-do
Sponsor - Michelle Faulkner
Second Place
Rhyme pattern - ababccca dedefffd
Words On The Go - playfully plying wordplay
A Reverse Rant, not averse to a terse verse
sublime rhymes of the times, no Writer's Block to unlock
a poem off the shelf To My Teenage Self
Who Would I Bring Back? We the People, our Secret Selves
The Transcendent Ms Vincent beckons Morris the Thesaurus Tortoise
to leave his shell and ride Arabians to Zebras
and write Cities of Sonnets, Graduations, Fascinations, alliterations
and Heartache's Milkshakes that take the cake
it's the Little Things that give her wings
as dulcet words awake and sing
we open our peepers For The Silence Keepers
Dressing Up Silly Words to spring forth, sing forth, bring forth
her streams of Dreams and April themes
of Pondering Poetry or Roses Of Agony
A Kindness where once was Emptiness:
Two Roses, a September Serenade of Green Anniversaries
made a parade for the maid in the waylaid shade
uncommon comments - the recipe is reciprocity
Her Legacy, Her Epitaph: a tear, a smile, a laugh
you write of The Stars -
of this mystical, magical, mythical, metaphysical
wonderful world of whirled words
If Only You Knew you help us to see
what Poems Can Be
// In tribute to the inimitable style of our wonderful poetess and Solitary Scribbler, Michelle Faulkner, in honor of Your Birthday on the 8th day of this Brief November: thank you, my artistry sibling, for your "rage of kindness, blinding your grieving ghosts". Keep writing and inspiring ~ John]
[Capitalized words are titles of poems by Michelle]
If I were reincarnated, I’d want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hated him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.
William Faulkner
we know who they are
do we L - O - V - E love them
could be
all the buZZ
we are after
becAUse
they shake our insides
out, make us think,
make us shOUt
others join in the madneSS
raLLy the cause
pick up pitchforkS
grab the torch
foLLow your lead
why is it dark?
who shut the door?
7/21/2022
Not aimed at anyone. Just came to my mind. Enjoy!
Precious is October as it bestows
An eternal promise that deeply grows,
Relishing each hour with kindness and grace
Warmed by caresses of a sweet embrace.
Whenever moon pales, night’s laughter is found
Erasing fear when trials come around—
Your open arms, in rain, I lean on to
Like a harbor safe till dawn blossoms anew.
And by kindling one dream, all thoughts...we dare
Travel life’s road with a godly prayer
Draped by love, each fiber, a weave that lays
Upon October more joyful these days:
Eleven years, you still reign in my soul
A wonder rare... a blessing I extol!
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Still The One Contest of Michelle Faulkner
9/19/2018