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bluesy blurbs
of
brumal
blackness
its
crawling
clasps
of
silvery
gnawing
below
shriveled
shades
of
oxidized
&
deep
haze
immure
&
wait
awakening
cold winter
warm soul
&
henceforth
will hear
pearly
chants
from
Birdie
Green
with neon
embers
swirling
fractals
of
gemmed
hues
in
spirit
for
soft
knock
of
spring
on
frozen
shell
of
withered
dreams
Written: January 15, 2023
3rd place contest winner
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Brian Strand Contest No 1170 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
What really inspires us?
What do we write about?
Is it something inside us?
Desperate to get out…
Are the words all in there?
Just waiting for release
Do we need attention?
Does it have to be a masterpiece?
Some find love inspires
Others find inspiration in hate
Some find it in nature
Some think it is just fate.
There are some that know not why they write
There are others that wouldn’t want too
To those that struggle sometimes
I say please do not worry, don’t be blue.
The words will come to you
And remember there’s no hurry
Just wait a while be patient
There is no reason to worry.
You will suddenly find one day
That all your poetic abilities burst forth
Your pen will leave a smoke trail
And there will be no stopping you henceforth
So take your time relax
There is more to life than words
Don’t let them your brain tax
Cos that would be absurd.
You have it in you to inspire others
To place the paper under the pen
And when you read what you inspired
You will take up the pen again.
© 21/01/2013 ~GG~
Suddenly from somewhere
A street urchin-
An untamed bird of the wider sky
Dropped down
Into the circus tent
Before him was unfurled
Scenes eerie….awesome!!
Roaring lions and tigers,
Gibbering baboons, caravans of camels,
Animal tamers and acrobats,
Artists balancing on poles
Swinging from bars to trapeziums
Pliant girls with plastic limbs
And pouting breasts,
Walking on tight ropes.
A strange world,
Peopled with beasts and men!
His face, painted white and red
In motley dress, he was arrayed
And a tall tapering cap, placed
On his forcibly tonsured head
He hardly knew what it all meant.
He heard the bells ringing
And it was time for the show
He was told
He would henceforth be a clown
And should make people laugh
A thousand sunsets passed him by
He forgot the familiar alleys of the streets
Lost sight of the endless pathways of the sky
In a world –
So populous- so empty,
He buried him
In the hidden caverns of himself
Nursing a hundred bruises
Inflicted by Time’s sharp razors
Often he was reminded-
“You should make others laugh”
He did make people laugh
While a fountain of tears lay frozen
In the slivers of his broken heart!!
Jan.7. 2023
~ Placed Fourth~
Tatters Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mystic Rose Rose
July 30 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 9-12
Key Verse – Isaiah 9:7 Of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with judgment and with justice from henceforth even for ever. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will perform this.
HEART THAT SETTLES PEACEFULLY IN THE ZEAL OF THE LORD
Our heart settles peacefully in the zeal of the Lord against discouragement
So that we can surmount with faith trials’ entrapment
As steadfast saints by His presence of mighty empowerment
Never more to wallow in frustration-sentiment.
Our heart settles peacefully in the zeal of the Lord against dissatisfaction
So that we can overcome worldliness’ vexation
As fortunate heirs by His salvation of assured redemption
Never more to complain with discontentment-reaction.
Our heart settles peacefully in the zeal of the Lord against dishonesty
So that we can resist cheating’s intensity
As converted believers by His forgiveness of gracious authority
Never more to struggle midst righteousness-certainty.
Our heart settles peacefully in the zeal of the Lord against disturbance
So that we can conquer fear’s dominance
As valiant soldiers by His strength of strong endurance
Never more to cower because of fright-grievance.
Our heart settles peacefully in the zeal of the Lord against disrespect
So that we can subdue humanism’s intellect
As transformed learners by His guidance of wise aspect
Never more to ponder midst vanity-retrospect.
Our heart settles peacefully in the zeal of the Lord against distress
So that we can rejoice over gloom’s duress
As jubilant Christians by His sovereignty of supreme fortress
Never more to linger in failure-stress.
Our heart settles peacefully in the zeal of the Lord against dismay
So that we can move on from downfall’s delay
As repentant sinners by His pardon of merciful way
Never more to compromise in worldliness-array.
July 30, 2026
In the greenhouse of young minds, we plant the seeds of tomorrow,
Where knowledge blooms and awareness grows, we must not borrow
But cultivate a future, green and bright,
For the climate crisis looms a formidable sight.
Let us root our lessons in the soil of truth,
Let us nurture saplings of wisdom in our youth,
Let us prune away ignorance, let understanding flourish,
Let us water young minds with facts they must cherish.
The earth is our classroom, its pain our urgent call,
Its rivers our textbooks, its forests our lecture hall.
We must leaf through pages of melting ice caps,
And highlight the lines where biodiversity collapses.
In this school of life, where nature is teacher supreme,
We are failing a test with consequences extreme.
But education is our chlorophyll, turning light to action,
Photosynthesising change, causing a chain reaction.
Anaphora of urgency, let it echo in our halls:
Climate change is real, climate change appals,
Climate change demands we rewrite our story,
Climate change tests our claim to glory.
Let us compost old ideas that led us astray,
Let us innovatively recycle knowledge.
In this ecosystem of learning, every student a key species,
Together we'll solve this crisis, piece by piece.
We'll weather this storm with the power of the mind,
Leave no child behind, no solution unrefined.
In this greenhouse effect of collective education,
We'll cultivate a future of ecological restoration.
So let our classrooms be fertile ground for change,
Where ideas cross-pollinate, where solutions range.
In this graduation from ignorance to awareness,
We'll turn the tide of destruction, and show the world we care.
For we are all students in Earth's university,
Learning to live in harmonious diversity.
With education as our compass, pointing true north,
We'll navigate to a future sustainable henceforth.
There was once a king who decided that for him - beauty was silence.
He issued a decree that all sound was banished henceforth and that his land would forever more be as silent as snow. To enforce this impossible law he sent countless envoys to every corner of the land. Every creature was informed. No birds can sing. No dogs must bark. No man, woman or child could speak their needs and must now make them known by signs. Even the very thunder was ordered to be mute.
The penalty of course was death. Few were able to obey.
Flocks of birds were shot from the heavens. Dogs were slain before their master’s eyes. All the trees were stripped of leaves lest the wind should sigh through them. Brooks were frozen so water could not splash or gurgle down the stream beds.
It was like a permanent winter with bare trees and frozen ground.
Children at play were wiped out without mercy. Cows being herded were bombed for lowing. This unmerciful killing went on for many years.
The merest sound so angered the King that he ordered atrocious punishments for offenders that he did not kill.
The talents of artist were in great demand as they painted cards for all occasions for people to flash. in lieu of speaking. The effect on the population was to cause the formation of many covert societies where secret meetings, when betrayed, were raided and countless murders committed by the ‘silence’ enforcers.
The King was greatly feared by everyone and dubbed “Snowman - the Silencer”
Generations of good people were wiped out. Countless noisy species were hunted to extinction. Music was never heard or played.
Silent clocks were invented. Sound-proof rooms were built. Some desperate parents, to protect their children, opted to have their babies larynx-es removed at birth.
The King was surrounded by silent apathetic, joyless subjects.
The King’s obsession had effectively destroyed all the people, the life and the environment around him.
How much easier it would have been, if he, in wanting silence had only thought to destroy his own eardrums.
On to Ireland
Don’t look for me here anymore,
I’m moving on to Ireland
On the morrow, for
I’ve only one voice and
It’s longing to sing!
Henceforth, I’ll work as a seamstress,
Stitching everyone’s wings
To the sides of their hearts…
There in Ireland
Where everyone sings,
You may find me in Dublin dancing
With the ghost of Joyce. I’ll be
Reciting his words in his ear
As we twirl the streets
Song to song,
Pub to pub…Lyrics will lift us along,
Telling of lost loves,
Whiskey, and wandering
Through mountain heather.
So, I’ll be traveling
From this Bluegrass thoroughbred green
To the forever green of Ire’s land…
To its tunes,
I will “go lassie go.”
I’ll carry my my worlds within
and my pups at my side.
I’ll teach walls to talk.
‘llI stay clothed in
Music and history,
Wearingmy laced-up
Red boots on out to forage
The ephemeral
Regions, with
Poems fluttering loose
In my veins, feeding
On inspiration’s
nectar.
My skirt is lined with metaphors,
My hair is left down to catch the wind,
And my eyes keep a smiling gleam
Anyone will see, even
While I’m mourning at
The most recent Finnegan’s wake…
All sing,
“Diddle dee die do.”
My red boots are exceptionally
Good for doing a jig, too.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/28/21
All glory to God
Author’s Note:
This sonnet is the sequel to "Ere She Trembled", as directed by the most esteemed Lustrous Lin; henceforth ventured by a poor votary of the Muse, who dared but follow the path her imagination had first ordained.
—The Jewel of the Crown—
When midnight loosed silver from her hair,
I stole where nectar’d dreams veiled all her breath;
She turn’d, and drew me through the perfumed air,
Till warmth made pale the hoary frost of death.
Her throat, where alabaster bloom’d, was warm;
Beneath my hand, her pulse began to sing;
She met mine eyes, and hush’d the gathering storm,
Whilst moonlight trembled on each secret thing.
Then breath to breath, where waking woo’d the dream,
Our silence melted, honey-sweet and deep;
The stars grew languid in their argent gleam,
And night forgot her ancient right to sleep.
Thou art the jewel sleeping in my crown;
I’d lose the world before I laid thee down.
The Ultimate Bond
I have lived a pretty long life
Compared to most I could say
It is not something that I brag about
It is just something I do living day to day
I have loved more than once or twice
And had my heart broken a time or two
But honestly I can say with all the truth I own
I have never in all my life met someone like you
Your touch brought to me a depth of emotion
Henceforth not realized or known to me
A new understanding of devotion and love
The ultimate bonding of my soul to thee
In sickness and health, till death us do part
Also takes on new meaning my love
Joined together and forming this bond
Our love sealed forever by God up above
Connie Moore
10/20/14
"When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth." Genesis 4:12 of the King James Bible
Wandering nowhere
Weary to find home
worn-out and anxious
worried, guilty of
waywardness from God…
Willful, soul feels
worthless as faith
wavers, seeking
way to the Lord…
Watchful for
wisdom, I'm
welcomed to…
Where God
wants me…
Win!
April 1, 2024
4th place, "Vanish, Voyage, Veiled, Vagabond Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/7/2024