Long Feb 2 Poems
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So you want more nice things!
Will your life have more meaning?
When you have more stuff, is it ever enough?
Don't you know that there's more,
to life, than keeping score,
of who has more things,
what joy does that bring?
Our days are numbered,
don't just fill them with slumber.
And just having fun,
doesn't mean that you've won.
Your life should have meaning,
a purpose in being.
Doing all these things is,
like trying to catch the wind.
song
Wind catchers don't know
which way to go.
Wind catchers don't find,
true peace of mind.
Wind catchers can't see,
the truth that sets them free.
Wind catchers climb ladders,
but, does their life matter?
Wind catchers die with more,
but, who's keeping score?
A simple life is the best!
John Derek Hamilton Feb 2, 2013 revised November 18, 2015
The ebony hair alluringly untamed
Some swirl on the trail of squall
Some form enigmatic motif on the forehead
Locking the charisma of the reflected mind
Lest it flies away from the face in the wind.
The almond eyes charmingly unclosed
Design butterfly lattice on fluttering eyelids
Eyelashes align satin strips of the starry sky
Holding the facade of the dreamy vision
Lest it blows away from the face in the wind.
The lecherous lips invitingly unfurled
Don the lilac petals of the sunburst dawn
While dew drops shine with sparkling allure
Shaping the contours of the mystique smile
Lest it withers away from the face in the wind.
The crimson cheeks temptingly unveiled
Spread jasmine scent in the seductive zephyr
Caressing the face with the glow of aurora
Paints the portrait of ethereal glamour
Lest beauty fades away from the face in the wind.
June 11, 2019
For Brian Strand's contest All Yours (Feb 2)
Battered and bruised and broken before
My courageous heart, comes back for more
It soldiers on but finds no peace
Losing time and again, the battles never cease
A kindred spirit it fights to find
Shattered dreams and tears, in it's wake behind
Mending itself after each conflict
Future struggles, it can not predict
One more battle, one more hill
My enduring heart, perseveres until...
This chosen battlefield, a final stand
A fight for happiness, none left to command
With a steady beat, it marches on
My fearless heart, with it's armor gone
The battle plan remains the same
Take no prisoners, ignore the pain
Your offer submitted, surrender deterred
Relinquish my heart, death is preferred
Battered and bruised and broken before
My mercenary heart comes back for more...
Feb 2 2016 an original poem by Daniel Turner
I should have seen it coming –
but more often the obvious
is yet only viewed through a cloak
of personal affections and
ignorance –
I should have seen it coming
but the heart is a clown
a camp of favorite characters
the real covered-over beneath
enticing glitter of circus-tents and
performance dreams
I should have seen it coming
but light and dark are only
the messengers of vision
love and hate
from the dugout of far deeper passions
And what if one did see it coming?
Is not blindness the free-will choice
of a spirit-soul, God having sent us to earth
oblivious His methods and reasons
giving us literature and faith
in their stead...
Should we think and reason better
than our Maker? Nay!~ Love, needs
no vision, outside itself –
Its own omnipotence and divine
dissolution....
(Feb, 2 – For the I Shoulda Seen It Comin' Poetry Contest of John Lawless)
like father-
I am an explorer
of nature and all creatures
on hikes
far and wild
I discovered my love
and passion for
forests and fauna_
visits to art galleries-
with grandma is where I found art_
mom loved her garden
far and wild
and from her I grew
to love flowers growing
in gardens tamed_
but my passion
it for wildflowers
tangled and weaving_
far and wild
and I have a love
for meandering _
far
and
wild
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February 2, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/far and wide
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1325-607-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Feb 2) Contest 911
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/04/2021
First Place
They say if you don’t use a thing for a year
It’s time to get rid of it, just to be clear
Feel free to sell it or give it away
But to get clutter free, just don’t let it stay
So, I checked my garage for stuff I could lose--
and found hundreds of words I simply don’t use!
Lilliputian and Sprightly stood on a shelf
Elbow-to-elbow with some wry little elf
Bucolic and Bumpkin were squirreled away
Beneath a big bale of bright yellow hay
Garish and Gaudy were in a glittery box
with Trinkets and Baubles set with fake rocks
Surreptitious and Unobtrusive tried to avoid being seen
But I caught 'em sneaking off with Clandestine
Beyond these loose words, which filled many a bin
Lay whole turns of phrase like Much to My Chagrin
I held up to the light a Gossamer Veil
Then dumped it in a Perfidious Betrayal
An Ethereal Cloud, glued to the ceiling
I scraped off with an Ambivalent Feeling
I rolled back the rug to see what I'd missed,
There before me stretched a Yawning Abyss
Into a huge crate, these big words I did toss
Bobbing on top were Flotsam, Jetsam and Dross
Fatigued by these labors, I took a short break
But that little respite may have been my mistake
Soon I was deep in most Pensive Reflection
On how Assiduously I had built this collection
In crept Myriad Doubts about so brash a move
What if I meet some Cad I need to Reprove?
What if some Craven Cur should Incur my Wrath
But words fail me due to this Ill-Chosen Path?
Well, soon that old crate was quite empty once more
And cluttered again were bin, shelf, drawer and floor
But one thing has changed, this is Palpably Clear
My Leviathan Word Horde I now Deeply Revere
Intrepid and Dauntless, I sling without fear
Iota and Mote.. I dust off once a year!
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by Brian McClain - Feb 2, 2016
It was in a different era from today’s when two soul mates met -
a time when a single woman could afford no blemish on her reputation.
For them to meet in public would require a trusted friend to be their sentry,
for one of them was engaged to a man she wished not to wed.
Under the guise of an enterprise in the home of the one betrothed, they met!
Once having met, the two had fallen deeply in love,
for how can one turn one’s sight from the visage of astral skies
once seeing the brilliance of bright stars in one’s soul mate’s eyes?
How can one not long to see their adored ever again?
Though it may have been a pernicious thing to do,
they chanced one day to traverse a valley to be with one another,
for nothing could dampen their anticipation of that rendezvous.
Their time was but one week together, and then it was ended.
Years later, the one who had remained single
sat watching the face of the one who had been forced into marriage,
who sat on the opposite side of the balcony of a theater,
not knowing her lover watched her secretly from afar as she listened
to the melancholy strains of music coming from the orchestra.
It was the symphony of their love story, and as it played on,
her eyes (two bright stars) wept beautifully sad tears.
Nov. 5, 2020 for John Hamilton's 'Eight word challenge 11' Contest NA
For Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (Feb 2)' Poetry Contest