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WINDOW ON THE SKY
This old man of bright eyes I had met more than once
Sitting alone by the window looking intently outside
The twilight hues gleaming on his creased countenance
Reflected the flashes of content life with pristine pride.
He didn’t remember the time he had started the journey
Toiled and climbed up the hill while building the future
Ambition of double-digit horse power gave him the energy
At the apex of success fulfillment couldn’t have been greater.
At sunset from the shadow of glorious days that had gone far
When he asked me do birds at dusk fold sunshine in their wings
I could never consider his intentions were naïve and unclear
He wanted to keep in cold night all the warmth memory brings.
As the cold sun sinks in the horizon and time passes you by
See colors of the past through the open window on the sky.
March 3, 2018.
Contest : Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by : Robert Haigh
Words used : outside, remember, horse, intentions, greater, consider, future, building
A genteel couple of an era past -
there in the center of their parlor stand.
Their daughter sits nearby, eyes downward cast.
Her face displays a tinge of sadness, and
across the room, by an ornate fireplace,
a boy that I perceive to be her love
stands with uncertainty worn on his face.
To all who view the scene, the topic of
this painting seems quite clear: the household’s head
does not seem pleased. He’s glaring at the lad.
The wife is calming him from something said;
although the circumstance might be quite bad,
she softly speaks with one hand on his chest . . .
and love will triumph, for good wives know best!
For the Charles Haigh Wood Poetry Contest
At last, by night, that tarries late,
they hurry home, to Father's rage,
without a chance to plot their way.
The floodgates fail, as the young miss cries.
A handsome lad, pleads with his eyes,
while telling tales, of how and why
their carriage failed, with strokes of luck
which stuck them on the muddy trail
This fate that the chokes the airless room,
has clouded starlight in their eyes,
and fills the mood with doubts and gloom.
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An angry Father, waiting long,
behind a frown, as sun goes down
then, with the rise, of devil's moon,
he hears the drum of horses hoofs,
that come at last, and none too soon!...
He had watched the clock count off the hours,
with endless pacing, of the floors.
While mother, fair, and worrisome,
in wilt despair, will hold him now,
to keep his anger in control.
She wrings her hands, and silently
prays her sweet lass, innocently,
was not delayed by guiles of love,
which meant no harm. But with such charms,
was this suitor captive of her smile?
Or were they then so swept away,
by winsome songs, and star's display,
by all love's wiles, and moonlight rays?
Young damsel, fair, who stole the hour
is left a flower, quite untouched
but as a suitor now he must
declare his honor and his hand
'Tis that.....
of which they will demand !
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For the Contest Inspired by the painting of Charles Haigh Wood
Sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst
9/19/13
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My heart is ice frozen,
with a soul forever winter;
I have seen too much death, each one chosen,
each fate written... oh, I escape in my inner.
I fold my petals- an ice rose- and weep,
I have gone deep;
but, in my dreams I can float to distant shores,
and there I am able to close those deathly doors.
I lament each beloved,
flowers gone to Heaven's azure;
names engraved in stone- names I have so loved,
I feel cheated that I have lost my treasure.
In my heart there is a huge jagged hole,
frozen is my soul;
oh, will I ever leave this winter so cold,
will my petals thaw before I have grown too old.
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June 17, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Frozen
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1031-816-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Distant Shores
sponsor, Robert Haigh
Sixth Place
Outside the ancient city
where the pomegranates grow,
one walks into another world
on distant shores from long ago;
a grave of stone and marble...
monuments that stand
to guard the saddened ghosts
of ancient souls on broken land.
These great artistic wonders,
seen in scattered disarray,
of columns standing tall,
but others toppled, lay
so scattered on the fields
on which they proudly stood.
The works of Persian, Greek
and Roman empires should
in clear view proudly lie
for all to honor and behold...
the history of centuries
that here for all unfolds.
Outside, now fairly modern,
the Turkish city of Izmir...
the old historic Pergamon...
lies bare to see, revere,
besides its world bygone
that here existed long ago,
outside the ancient city
where the pomegranates grow.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place
Contest: On Distant Shores
Sponsor: Robert Haigh
Judged: 07/22/2018
~Honorable Mention~
Premiere Contest: A First Line Prompt
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 05/03/2016
Izmir is noted for farming and selling pomegranates
Since my visit there twenty-three years ago, I learned that
many of the ruins have been restored.
Lost was I amidst the Scottish highlands
The evening sky was blushing heaven-kissed
Hilltops pierced the dusky fog like islands
As soft a horse came swimming thru the mist
Pausing to consider its intentions
I stood there hypnotized and still as death
Thus its beauty quelled my apprehensions
And naught there was but magic in its breath
Like the grand Bucephalus he gestured
Nodding with his head for me to follow
With the trails deep in the brume and vestured
Held no greater hopes until the morrow
Building in my gut were pangs of hunger
Outside the hopes of finding further aid
Sixty and not getting any younger
My future hinged on choices to be made
Little left to lose I started hiking
Just steps behind the stallion as he led
Even in the dark his hide was striking
His color white as sheets and purely bred
On we walked for miles through the night, dim
Until I spied some farm lights further on
Stopping to remember him and thank him
But searching through the darkness ... he was gone.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Some Paradise Where Horses Go" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Eight Words Challenge - 24 Lines Maximum" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Judge & Sponsor.
( Ten syllables/line, counted at HowManySyllables.com, no cliche's, via cliche' tool at PoetrySoup.com )
Never beyond distant shores is my Savior and Lord*
Who knows my best condition!
My soul He freed from hell’s eternal damnation
He redeemed me, giving me His salvation
Making me a heaven-bound citizen with eternal life’s possession.
Never beyond distant shores is my satisfaction Grantor
Who shows my bestowed privilege!
My spirit He assured that I’m His child He does acknowledge
He endowed me with precious inheritance based on His pledge
Making me a potential investor in His divine work’s mileage.
Never beyond distant shores is my tranquility Source
Who fixes my peaceful being!
My body He made the temple of the Holy Spirit I must be obeying
He enables me to grow in His grace while unceasingly praying
Making me a blessed Christian, while in His will, I keep on staying.
Never beyond distant shores is my true Lover
Who completes my wholeness!
My heart He fills with His joy, mirth and gladness
He meets my insufficiency and nothingness with timeliness
Making me a rich heir in His gracious and loving bountifulness.
Never beyond distant shores is my sovereign Guide
Who settles my perspective!
My mind He renewed when my sins He did forgive
He teaches me by His counsels that His Word delights to give
Making me a wise learner, as for Him, I decide to live.
Never beyond distant shores is my triumph-Enabler
Who builds up my testimony’s history!
My desire He has geared toward proclaiming the Gospel story
He subdues my selfishness, pride, and worldliness that bring me misery
Making me a faithful steward, determined to serve Him toward His victory
Never beyond distant shores is my faith-Upholder
Who is my life’s sturdy anchor!
My strength He empowers by His might where I find succor
He straightens me in my pursuit for holiness while for Him I labor
Making me a fruitful life-builder in leading others to His friendship’s harbor.
*Luke 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
June 20, 2018
8th Place, Distant Shores Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert Haigh; judged on 6/22/2018.
I started my life as a normal girl,
but when walking I liked to leap and twirl;
my mother enrolled me,
in dance- oh joy and glee.
As time passed on clearly I was no good,
when I was suppose to dance I just stood;
then, as I grew I found me and I could.
Now I dance free and wild,
a dancing spirit child;
I am one with the sky people who smiled,
down on this girl- now a warrior strong.
Leaping like I belong,
I am part of each song;
some think, I look dumb as I prance and whirl,
funny thing though- I don't care as I swirl.
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July 19, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/A Funny Thing
Happened On The Way To Here
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1044-259-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, A Funny Thing Happened
On the Way to _______
sponsor, Robert Haigh
Fourth Place
Mummy, mummy you promised me a horse....
Yes my darling, you can have one of course
Please consider we must bury auntie Mable
Then we’ll turn her bedroom into a stable
Remember daddy's very skilled at building
and he'll paint the walls with gleaming gilding
We’ve no intentions of leaving your horse outside
and daddy's creative skills will be applied
In future all your horses will live in our house
and I’ll teach them to waltz to Johann Strauss!
It'll be greater than other stables with all that bling -
but people will say what were your parents thinking!
Eight word challenge contest
Sponsored by Robert Haigh
words to be used horse, consider, remember, intentions, future, building,
outside, greater
3/5/18
A funny thing happened on the way to my hanging
Couldn't sleep the night before my head was banging
I was innocent of a crime that I did not commit
But they roughed me up and got me to admit.
The face on the wanted posters said it was me
Anyone seeing those posters would be inclined to agree
I was in a horse drawn prison wagon with bars down the side
Thinking to myself, it will be my last ever ride.
Heading for the gallows then onto Boot hill
To pay for shooting a bank teller that I didn't kill
Two miles from the town all hell did break loose
Unbeknownst to me I'd be dodging the noose.
For ten desperados' brought the wagon to stop
Then ordered the guards, their weapons they drop
Some gang members got me out and they set me free
The gang leader approached and he looked just like me.
He said " in this life you look out for your own "
Then he told me something that I hadn't known
" We were Separated at birth and we had the same mother "
And that this mean desperado was in fact my twin brother .
" We heard that you'd been framed for our crime spree
But you are my brother and that's why we've set you free.
The teller had died because he went for his gun
We grabbed all the money and went on the run ".
He gave me some money and said " start a new life "
Told me head south, settle down and find a good wife
There was so much I wanted to ask him and so much to say
My brother said " some other time, best be on your way " .
Written on 4th July 2018.
For a funny thing happened on the way to...poetry contest, sponsored by Robert Haigh.