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(an acrostic in sonnet form.)
Things are not perfect, so you do not know
How we can have it all. You’re asking me
If we can reach the stars, but we DO glow!
See all we have, and know eventually. . .
A splendid life will come to us one day.
Love’s grown in us; the perfect life can wait.
Let patience reign. The “more” is on its way!
Can you not see Nirvana is our fate?
Of that I’m very sure. Both of us crave
Understanding, joy, trust, affection and
Lasting love. My dear, keep on being brave.
Do not give up; our life could be so grand!
By now, our love’s a flower growing high.
Eternity is when it touches sky.
Sept. 3, 2019 for Edward Ibeh's Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Also using it for Caren Krutsinger's 'Write the Poem You Have Always Wanted to Write' because I challenged myself to mix two forms together.
Imagine if you could visit Heaven for only one day...
Who would you search for, and what would you say?
Can you envision the beauty beyond its streets of gold?
Would it be as glorious as in the Bible it's been foretold?
Would you search for your dearly deceased loved ones,
mothers, fathers, brothers, daughters and sons?
Would you wish to remain with them in such a divine place?
Would you fall to your knees if you saw God’s face?
Imagine such an Elysian paradise without violence or hate,
where everyone is blessedly content, and no one is irate.
Visualize greeting your grandparents as they were in youth.
Can you conceive a realm where no lies are told; only truth?
If a visit I could make, I'd thank God for such an amazing gift.
Then sit upon a fluffy cloud, looking around as I slowly drift.
I would hold my Mother's hand and probably beg to stay.
Can you imagine visiting Heaven, even if for only one day?
January 22nd, 2021
Can You Imagine-Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
In the moonlight she stood beside his tiny bed,
looking down in tenderness on ringleted head--
Her little boy softly cradled in dream filled sleep.
What dreams were these? Into that land she wished to creep
and join the playtime he enjoyed with skipping sheep.
Around his form she drew the sheet and kissed his face
then tiptoed out and down the hall to her own place
where in her own mother dreams she would sweetly trace
her darling child who filled her loving heart with joy.
She did not stir; one tiny sigh was all her boy
released as guarding wings swept by the little toys;
an angel leaning softly down lifted her heart
her pride, her joy and those white wings did upward start,
wide spread, cleaving the air for heaven's rampart,
leaving only the imprint of his childish form.
Baptized with grief the sheets that bear his baby form;
her empty hands trace the outline of a cruciform,
a rosary of tears she wears till heaven calls.
Copyright, July 4, 2016
Smith’s Octopuses Party On Pontoons
Rumor Has It My Dear
Rumor has it my dear something spectacular is near
Bring your batik hats to our grand lavish scene
Wear flowing Kebeya robes
Let them flow in the air
We’re having our party upon the ocean
On pontoons made of bamboo notions
Flown in from Indonesia with crews
Planks will connect all the segments
Chris Christie will help with construction
Bridging rafts with bamboo shoots & roots
(We understand he understands bridges)
Yachts will punctuate the festivities
Covered in purple red flowers with care
Tied to the floating swaying affair
McCartney and Sting will be there
Octopuses Garden is the theme
And Paul will bring Ringo to sing
The Clinton's and Bushes are on the list
Paparazzi will see if they kiss or do tricks
And who can resist our guests of honor
Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt
The main menu is set like this;
Foie gras loco moco carne
Matusaka beef
Pheasant/Mallard breast roast
Beluga Sevruga, Osetra caviar
Goût de Diamants, Taste of Diamonds champagne
Haute chocolate ice cream
This all seems like a dream
We pray that the weather holds up
The only waves we wish to see is from us
In the form of greetings and pleasantries
The party has been planned for ages
If storms should gather
It won’t really matter
We’re thankful
The Royals, Mr.& Mrs. Smith are here
To weigh down pontoons and rafts
With billions in sacks of gold trinkets
Door prizes for sure, (sorry no doors), for those who attend
500 guests will arrive at the gala
A date with Mick Jagger and two jaguars
Assured for each person as gifts guaranteed
Compliments of King & Queen Smith
Whose parties should never be missed
A mystery guest, no surprise
A legend in his own mind
Mr. Trump and his hair might arrive
Since the pope is preoccupied
We’ll sway to the music with fine company
All are welcome to our heavenly scene
At the octopuses party on the sea
7/11/14 Rumor Has It contest
It started
gradually.
One drink
turns into two.
An alcoholic
on the mend
falls off
the wagon;
lulled by
temptation
bit by bit.
It's a slow descent
into catastrophe.
A
steep downward spiral.
(Yalto)
Spiral Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Date written: 06/13/2020
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Good health*
God-blessed well-being
functional!
Illumined
soul brightened by Christ
cheers others!
Effective
empowered service
hails the Lord!
Divine sight
vision to reach out
aids the lost!
Prayer-propped
patient exercise
help-driven!
Helpful hands
ministers with love
midst joy's peace!
Prudent mind
from Supreme Wisdom
faith at work!
Spirit-filled
diligent toiling
achieves task!
Thankful life
worships awesome God
as praise reigns!
*Isaiah 58:8 Then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thine health shall spring forth speedily: and thy righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the LORD shall be thy rereward.
October 31, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND CHOICE any theme any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/20/2020.
Visions Of Ancient Gem Stones
Original in a complex textured bed of ugly scattered rocks
A reddish garnet, more on the line of purplish red
Pretending to be ruby or ruby like
Lifted up in Pyramid form before prospectors
It reached out to them with its red shocking facets first
Next to this wondrous find, holding on to dirt and earth
A ruby captured by the miners yellow glow from helmets
Embedded next to garnet almost out of sight
In brilliance and simplicity, sitting there and gleaming
Down where the air is thicker than quick sand
Cold men from entrenched caverns, filthy from head to toe, worked
Stumbled over other elements that came up from nowhere
Turquoise, opals, and jade, opened up to clinking tools
Unearthed with alien forming faces
Amber grew there too for fifty thousand years
Waiting to be born up in miner’s hands
Rock like wrinkled fingers that still touched
Their souls and work with gentle grace
Moving down deeper in the twisting mine
Safire fragments clutched by old men they never met before
Emeralds could not hide forever in their fervor to be green
They were too precious and must be cleaned and prepped
Workers gazed as topaz buds, emerged in multi-color patches
As they moved in with the precision of a surgeon
Tools so subtle to remove the mysteries from their homes
Other elements came up like magic
As the men marched down the mines, pickax in hand
Visions of ancient stones appeared among the rocks
While pictures of wealth and gold worked on their minds
Created on 11/09/14 for Precious Stones And Gems – Poetry Contest
When I was little and my world was small,
I had a fascination with island storms’ call.
As moist hot air ascends the skies and dark clouds form,
I grab my storybooks and set up my dorm.
Dorothy had Toto; I will have my brown book
For I never know what will happen to my nook.
While my folks prepare for the uninvited visitor;
I hardly mind, rather I get ready for pleasure.
Before the wind blows and the rain falls;
Grandma would serve meals and fill our bowls;
Lest it will be cold and tastes no good;
When darkness hit our humble abode.
Light(e)ning forks spread the cloudless skies;
Draw vivid images and emotions high;
I wonder then Noah was calm!
For us, children, we'd shriek and run!
When the breeze starts to whisper a humming cry,
We would start to gather ‘round father and sigh;
It is a cue for a tale to be told
And Pa always has stories untold,
Trees swirl, sending gusts whimper against the pane;
Violent waves tossed Crusoe’s ship to our brain.
Storms make stories in its marvelous form;
Stories birth silence and awe midst a storm;
As the wind howls in the stormy night,
Stories, like pray’r, make us feel alright.
6/30/2014
~Daydreaming~
(Anaphora)
Daydreaming is beautiful
Daydreaming is wonderful
Daydreaming night and day
Daydreaming of only you
Daydreaming of all your love
Daydreaming is a gift from above
Daydreaming as I go along
Daydreaming is just like a love song
Daydreaming I always love to do
Daydreaming when happy or blue
Daydreaming all day and night long
Daydreaming is all I do on and on
Daydreaming is so neat
Daydreaming is really great
Daydreaming for sure so much I enjoy
Daydreaming brings me a lot of joy
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December.27.2015
~Author's Notes:
The Anaphora form or style is...
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
The repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses.
The Anaphora is unrhymed but they can be rhymed too. It is all up to the poet.
The world is filled with cheaters;
It almost seems the norm.
We hear of more examples found
In every shape and form:
A Scrabble competition where
A young man used his wiles
To sneak into the playing bag
Some extra blank-faced tiles.
Lance Armstrong, of the Tour de France,
Once honored and revered,
Now stripped of all his medals
With his reputation smeared.
Cabrera of the Giants, too,
Was doping and got caught.
It seems that sports, like politics,
With cheaters has been fraught.
We’re taught to do the honest thing
When we are in our youth;
But as we age, so many learn
That they can bend the truth.
When knocked down from a pedestal,
The former proud elite
May finally learn the price they’ll pay
For choosing ways to cheat.