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Wandering through the badlands
of the great south western plains
I happen upon a great assembly of
fairy spires, other worldly
wonders of rocky pinnacles
that dot the high desert landscape.
Strange oddities, these creatures
with their solemn, stony faces
staring toward the westerly horizon.
A foreboding presence grips me
as I pause underneath their
mighty shadows.
Hoodoos, standing resolute and silent
an ancient tribal assembly of warriors
gathering together, like a timeless
courtroom, judge and jury, waiting
as I stand alone in their midst.
The fading sunlight darkens the
path before me, as I anxiously
will my feet to carry me away
from this cold, lifeless place.
Pushed along by thoughts of
impending doom, I escape the
mighty hoodoo curse, as
demons of dread are lifted
the further away I travel from
that wild, accursed place.
Written on 6/24/2015
of all the flowers
it is the rose that I love best
and the most beautiful to me
is the color red
and in my journals red roses
I have pressed
and in my last gasp, my dears
let me hold a red rose to my lips
let me hold this beauty until my hand slips
and then, my dears
lay red roses upon my repose
and remember me always
when you happen upon
a red rose ...
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May 28, 2021
Poetry/Verse/roses red
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-611-28
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (May 29)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 05/29/2021
First Place
A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted snow;
Across the matted undergrowth
A bronzed carpet of copper coloured
Leaves
Whose rusting hue,
Momentarily ignited by stray
Sunbeams weakly smouldering,
Briefly refurbished -
Deceives with all the colours of a
Rainbow...
From vibrant red through to shy
Hints of indigo;
Those vague outlines indicating
Receding hills;
Here, arising, long ago, every waking
Dawning,
The creaking structures
Of groaning and imposing mills;
Soon a slow thawing that quickly
Spills
Into the trickling replenishments
Of many gushing and silvery little
Rills.
Enchantment gripped me!
And I found myself wistfully
Thinking...
Maybe, perhaps, maybe, somewhere,
Just behind where the great
Flattening Orb
Is now rapidly shrinking,
That I might, by perchance, find,
If I did so hope to bravely dare,
To happen upon a hidden and
Sedentary way of life up there?
That, forgotten, has turned its
Back on the social conflicts
Plagued by the curses of ingrained
Vice;
Encumbering a soul with its petty
Squabblings,
Imposing upon with demands and
Avarice...
When placing unnecessary burdens
On a honest bodies daily call
Of grinding toil and wearisome
Strife!
And still stood,
With hands outstretched upon the
Painted sill,
At the waist half-bent,
Now troubled by quiet mutterings
In an inexplicable sorts
Of self-imposed discontent,
My staid consciousness almost
Unawares,
As, momentarily distracted,
I hesitated, and, unseeing,
Inattentively stared...
Until...
A ragged chapter of cawing Daws,
Loudly jabbering overhead,
Suddenly wheeled -
And upwardly soared!
Whereupon, in murderous haste,
Awkwardly fled
When laboriously stealing away
Back inside the stubbled fields...
Thus causing me to slowly straighten;
Whilst, with a singular heartfelt pang,
Liken a moorland mist slowly rolling
Over
That indivisibly conceals...
Drew shut the sullen curtains, which,
Heavily embroidered with indeterminate
finality,
Dejectedly hang...
Each draped aside of the cold
Reveals.
On a remote part of the beach we walk as the sun was bowing to the night
we happened upon a young couple having their picture taken…
A young couple dressed in white.
We smiled as we held each other’s hand…not too softly…not too tight.
remembering a day…over 30 years ago…
when we were that couple dressed in white.
And even though we are 30 years older and our hair is a lot more grey
I remember the feeling…
I remember that moment
as if it were yesterday.
As my mind wandered back to the couple in white
I saw her happiness bring her to tears
and I secretly wished they will be as happy
as we’ve been these past 30 years.
And I wanted to say to this couple in white
In their marriage…the older they grow
to be honest
to be kind
to be loving
to hold hands…and to never let go.
And if you’re lucky in 30 years you might be walking on this very beach
ss the sun once again bows to the night
and you might happen upon a young couple having their picture taken…
A young couple dressed in white.
And you’ll hold each other’s hand and you’ll smile…as older couples do
remembering a time…30 years ago…
when that young couple in white…was you.
Inspired by "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a leaf that falls,
unmourned, to the distant ground
I paused when I heard a far bird's calls
Magic I'd missed looking down--
royal Autumn leaves danced in gold and red.
This must be where my lonely heart has led.
Opened my eyes to this spellbound place,
and breathed air perfumed by pine.
Then sat near blossom with smiling face,
feeling thoughts and heart align.
I watched grass spinning beneath a tall oak;
heard whispered promises breeze softly spoke.
Head full of dreams, I wandered along
paths worn by many steps before.
Mountain larks welcomed me with a song,
I spied lilacs, bluebells, and more.
Around each corner, surprises await.
I feel my loneliness start to abate.
I happen upon a wayward creek,
sit and watch her bouncing spray,
Bubbling with laughter, just what I seek--
hidden by an oak overlay.
Untethered nature met unquiet heart.
Now I burst with song; can't tell us apart!
September 18,2022
for "I Wandered Lonely As A..." contest
by Natasha L. Scragg
Third Place
Poem of the Week
Soft light of sunlight mists across the smoky gray
Of the blue ridges where colors of emerald pine
Surface in the distance, creating a brilliant waltz
Of cloudless dreams which signal to my spirit
Whispering silence and serenity through the forest
Inspiring me to believe in the joy this peace ignites
Creating a sense of truth inside which gently soothes
Then colors my hopes with hues of dancing lights
Beckoning from the sun’s graceful insight into reveries
Soon, I will be more than mere mystery to nature
I will be the breath of fresh air to the flowers that
Captivate my spirit with their tender caress of silence
Nurturing the secret visions of those who happen upon
Phenomenal joys within the natural world which arrest
The sentiments of those who share such sweet pleasure
As dewdrops caressing the petal with tranquil liquid
That enlivens stem and leaf with a sense of purpose
Purity that resembles a rose’s compassionate sigh
When I speak to the trees and earth, conversing with
The wind and sun, trembling within due to fauna awareness
Answers to prayers seem to single me out through
Touches from limb and spray, creations from the heavens
Sent to us mere mortals on the wings of silent prayers
Solitude built with gentle figs and favors from old oaks
Soothing rains single me out with feelings of compassion
Blended with shades of inspiration that will grow into
Heartfelt miracles of character built with natural instincts
Of all the flowers- it is the rose I love the best,
And the most beautiful to me is the color red;
In my journals sweet red roses I have pressed,
Cover me with roses red when I am laying dead.
Oh, let me take my beloved flower up above,
At my bed in a vase are red roses drooping;
This flower is forever death and is deep love,
So lovely- I truly adore this cut rose grouping.
In my last gasp let me hold one to my lips,
Remember me dears when you happen upon a rose;
I will hold this beauty until my hand slips,
Lay a rose on my tomb- but first hold it close.
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August 5, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Red Roses
Copyright Protected, ID 16-814-361-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Flower Of Attraction
sponsor, Rick Parise
Seventh Place
You know them when you see them... or rather... you know them when you feel their presence arrive. You will almost always sense one before you see it. And if you do happen upon lady luck in a good mood on that night...
Seize the chance! BUT!dontmovetoquicklynortooloudly,
The phenomenon that you would create would attract their gaze before they even gripped the doorknob. Now this isnt to say you will be their victim on this, or any other night, theres always some greater fool. Some fool who can not pierce beyond the veil of darkness they wait in. Always remember; easy prey is easy prey, especially when the target is meaningless. And a harbinger that arrives alone rarely leaves empty handed. So if you are one of the ones lucky, or maybe, unlucky ones. Who hasnt met one yet, ill leave you with this. A friend of mine saw one once, close enough to feel its gaze, but he ran. And that night he told me the message the harbinger carried...
"THISISPRIVATEPROPERTYANDIFYOUDONTLEAVERIGHTNOWIMCALLINGTHECOPS"
In my perfect world there would be no guns,
or bombs, no terrorists and no wars;
we would bring our soldiers home alive,
no poverty or abuse would exist.
Love, freedom, happiness for everyone,
Kindness- falling from all lips;
All children, boys and girls would be educated,
The environment free of all pollution.
Animal cruelty- a thing of the past,
But I am just a girl, a tiny speck in this world;
Yet, I have a mighty voice to speak,
Please save this world before it is too late.
I write letters, make a speech, donate time,
Help one person that I happen upon;
Pray for a cure to all diseases,
Support those who suffer seeking a tranquil death.
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July 23, 2016
Poetry/Verse/My Perfect World
Copyright Protected, ID 16-811-051-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, If I Could Change The World
sponsor, Becca Teagon
First Place
Speeding along a curved road
Eyes watching the asphalt’s twists and turns
I happen upon a substantial rock
Lying along the road on my course
It takes a few seconds for me to realize
That big brown rock isn’t what it seems
The rock has a yellow neck, legs, a head and tail
That beckon me to stop despite what lies ahead
My reasoning forces me to ponder on it’s future
Will the next car around the curve stop for this comrade
Or will it be struck and left for dead?
I put my car in park and hurry to pick it up
One lonely turtle has found itself being removed
From the path of oncoming vehicles
Taken to the grassy side of the road
Facing the opposite direction
In hopes that it will find it’s way far from
The impending danger of traffic
Now, this one turtle has a better chance
At living out it’s life at it’s own slow pace
©2014 by Regina Riddle
Written on July 25th, 2014 for FREE VERSE CONTEST...THEME IS TURTLES...
FREE VERSE ONLY - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan