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Crossing thresholds of blooms and dewdrops of glorious spring,
Toward autumn proudly walks season-bride with golden ring;
Her costumes, robes of ballet dancers, as per scenes, changes,
Facets of nature alter her charm to cosmic ranges...!
Scotching sun transforms mossy leaves, to golden-churns,
Clement breeze, once exited the stage, into storm-gust, returns;
Painful to bid goodbye to beloved trees, leaves linger,
Yet, get shaken off by now-twig-turning, dry-tree-finger...!
Constellation composes puzzled riddled strange stories,
Church-bells jingle mingling mysteries and histories;
Et-tu-Brute - one could hear Julius Caesar cry loud,
Senators encircle him, as though, for their goals, they're proud...!
Traces of moon gets gut-split; glowworm-stars glitter around,
Clouds, Indian widows in wild white, move, no safe paths found;
Master Craftsman pursues and persists painting scenes serene,
Brushes, disobliging, spill paints-mixes gaudy and sheen...!
Flocks of tribal nomads grazing on moss-grassland valleys,
Resemble ides-sheep of Jupiter; relishing rallies;
Peacock butterflies float, like goddess Anna in rose-hill,
In marriages of myths and truths, moods merrily chill and thrill...!
Harmonious chorus of sky and seas brings pertinence,
Parameters of perfection pave paths of permanence,
Paradoxes of joys, angst... it possesses plethora,
Ides-of-March! Not time! Not season! It's eternal era...!
28 March 2022
This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
FROM DEATH TO LIFE
HIS FLESH
circumference of thorns
holes in hands ~ those healing palms
feet fastened – nail chains
HIS WORDS
Father forgive them
for they know not what they do
(And) It is finished
HIS DEATH
violent earthquake
up from the grave ~ walking dead
wind-sheered curtain splits
THREE DAYS
abysmal weeping
terrified person denies
the cock crows three times
EASTER SUNDAY
empty gaping hole
world’s paying attention now
dawning of new day
EVERY DAY
spurs our hearts and souls
salvation’s glorious hope
King of kings ~ all bow
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
"A boy and his dog make a glorious pair; no better friendship is found anywhere." – Edgar Guest
It was the happiest day for this boy
when our new puppy, Frisky, came.
She was a dynamite bundle of joy,
setting my brother's and my lives aflame.
My childhood was never the same.
Can you guess what an old rope is for?
My dog Frisky knows the answer to that.
It's for playing good 'ol tug of war.
She was so good; she took me to the mat.
You can't play that game with a cat.
For fun she would escape from our yard,
and the kids in the neighborhood found,
though we all ran fast and tried hard,
it wasn't easy to catch that hound,
as cheers from us kids did resound.
We grew older with other things to do,
and Frisky became like that dragon Puff,
she missed the attention she was due,
and didn't get to play around quite enough,
but she was smart and did other stuff.
My dad, as a hobby, kept honeybees,
so Frisky learned to hunt those guys,
and that's how she'd shoot the breeze.
Her slapping paws gave quite a surprise
to pollinators of diminutive size.
The neighbor cat always walked on the wall,
teasing our dog who wanted to catch her.
Frisky would repeatedly jump up and fall.
That cat laughed and would amusedly purr.
Our beagle never got that mouthful of fur.
Sometimes, outside, she grew lonely at night,
and she howled into the void.
It just didn't seem like it was right
when the neighbors became annoyed,
and a locked doghouse my dad employed.
Though, a few times, I forgot to feed her,
Frisky was always a faithful friend.
At ten, my best buddy died of cancer,
the only one on which I could depend.
Yet, I think she was happier to go in the end.
A merrier night is coming...
grab your flutes and guitars,
your trumpets and drums
to make music and praise Him;
can the shadows of fear
keep us prisoners in our home?
Aren't we tired of the bad news
that is so hard to hear;
can our hope be dwindling,
'till it dimmers and starts fading?
Stroll down the empty street
and wake up everyone asleep,
this is a night of divine joy;
of thousands of ringing bells,
of voices singing happy carols!
Sing louder than you can
and proclaim, Jesus the Savior,
who's humble and human...
this is not an ordinary baby boy,
but a glorious king we all adore!
A merrier night is coming,
forget all the worries for one evening
and join the band of excited hearts,
they have come out of their houses
to honor him with music and song;
a merrier night is coming,
play your flutes and drums,
your trumpets and guitars...
while others go caroling
in the cold and snowy evening!
Oh glorious father in heaven
come down and deliver thine own
show thy own mighty hand
bearing fruit to the seed you've sown
Your people are held in prison
threatened hardship when they pray
no free access to worship
persecution abound having no say
Oh Lord they love your holy name
refusing to deny you no matter what
so faithful they are to your cause
holding fast thy word whatever their lot
Please shower your mercy upon them
be ever close be always near
assuring them your peace and presence
wiping away their every tear
May they know you're in total control
holding them by your merciful hand
leading them through the waves and fire
together with you they will stand
So Lord glorify thy holy name
to you be all the praise
may your will be done
as they serve you all their days
AUTHOR NOTES: a prayer for the persecuted church.
The stairway ..
Steps leading to your destination..
One step after another..
One step at a time
Unhappiness sometimes leads the way..
Accompanied by mixed emotions..
Feeling a touch of emptiness ..
A hollow heart..
Exposed a hole..
Imagine a stairway to happiness..
Where one can reach the top of the stairs..
An instant gratification ..
To feel whole once again..
A heart filled with love..
Fireworks of pure joy above the deep blue sky..
Visions of a glorious you..
Imagine when one's dream may come true..
Take the stairway to happiness..
Only you have the power to lead the way..
One step at a time..
Yes..
Imagine and you shall lead the way..
After all..
Imagination becomes reality..
As you choose the stairway to happiness..
October, a month full of browns, red,
and orange colors; glorious
festive golden foliage.
Leaves will then begin to
fall, lie scattered on
the ground. Birds and
blooms that were
here now,
gone.
Full
Hunter's
blood-red moon,
a time to hunt
since harvesters have
reaped the productive fields
preparation for winter.
A time to get together with
loved ones for Thanksgiving and birthdays.
8/22/2019
Poetry Contest : Autumn Or September Or October Nonet
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Thanksgiving (French : Action de grâce), or Thanksgiving Day (French : Jour de l'Action de grâce) is an annual Canadian holiday, occurring on the second Monday in October, which celebrates the harvest and other blessings of the past year.
THE NUMBER FOUR
Two plus two or two into two.
Giving you the easiest clue,
to get the Desired Number.
So simple! You will remember.
Leap Year divisible by it.
No error, divider to fit.
Welcoming worldwide Olympic.
Participants optimistic.
Peace-Love-Truth-Honesty: Count Dear!
The Desired Number to appear.
Moral values Universal
Not at all controversial.
North-East-West-South enclosing us
Count to reach Number glorious.
All over coming global NEWS,
so far social -political views.
Life needs lots of variety
but some demand priority.
Those are Food-Work-Love-Slumber
Count: Get your desired number.
02/18/20
Edited on 04/01/20
Third Place
'STRAND CHOICE W' Contest by Brian Strand
R. Kelly
I have faith ...
You will get yours
There is balance in the Universe
One of these days, you and those like you
Will pay for the pain you have brought to others
Unspeakable crimes and despicable acts
Young girls made to do things no human ever should have to do
For the sole sake of your twisted sexual arrogance
You are the embodiment of evil and sadistic intention
And the weakest excuse for a man
Music is the universal language of love and the divine
And you have perverted that language to manipulate and control
God forgive you, because I can not
I am enraged every time I think of those girls
The precious souls you took and stained with your vile deeds
The pain you've seeded to their parents and loved-ones
Every single pointless tear shed for your casual disregard
I have deep conviction it will ALL come back to you ... someday
For there is a special place in Hell reserved for your kind
A special fire that burns slowly and painfully
And a lifetime of agony and torment for each sweet spirit you defiled
Every demeaning act you perform
Is more indelible proof of the base feral animal you are
The true monster you will always be
Oh yes, you will indeed get your just desserts
And that glorious, wonderful day
Can never come ...
Soon enough.
My Faith Shines, Parting Stars like Holy Moses
Never Undaunted, I'm Heroic Focused
Zero Sheckles for my soul, I Break Chains Of Slavery
Toppling Mountains with Chivalrous Bravery,
No Ocean Too Dark, No Sky Too High
I Breach the Ethers, Wings Wide towards the Heavenly Skies,
Propelled Ever-Forward
Quenched in Ambrosia, Nectar of the Super Soldiers,
My Aspirations Flow Into the Eternal River Of Revolution
A GLORIOUS VICTORY! Destined for Restitution
Destined for Absolution
I Resonate in Octillion Light Hertz for Evolution,
I AM a Metric Ton of Impeccable Gold
Blazing Noble Paths Eight Fold,
Full Steam Ahead, The Fire Within I Trust
Belief in this is the Solar Thrust,
So Know Thy Self and Yee Shall Know Truth
Know Thy Sacred Flame, the Fire that Burns Within You
To Thy soul, Be True Always
To Thy Universe, Be Within You so Glisten like a Starsage
and so, Let Thy Light Shine, Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
Parting Stars, Reach Ever-Higher, Ever-Skyward
Flow with the Wind and be at ONE
from Night into Knight and Rise Like The Sun,
Let Thy Eye be of Wisdom, the Keys To Infiniti
To Be Or Not To Be Forever In Eternity