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Summer
The best season
No other can compare
To sunny days and starry nights
That summertime brings forth
It’s so awesome
Summer
Summer
How does it sound?
Like drinks poured over ice
The jingle of an ice cream truck
Bees buzzing, waves breaking
Children splashing
Fireworks
Summer
How does it look?
Like cloudless skies of blue
The children in line for ice cream
Colorful garden fruits
Family trips
The beach
Summer
How does it feel?
Like moist heat on my skin
The sand squishing between my toes
Morning dew on the grass
Cool rain puddles
Perfect
Summer
How does it taste?
Like burgers on the grill
Chocolate s’mores and marshmallows
Tropical Popsicles
Cotton candy
Ice Cream
Summer
How does it smell?
Like backyard barbecues
Coconut lotion on my skin
Saltwater in the air
Boardwalk goodies
Fresh Fruit
Summer
What does it mean?
Family vacations
Great photo opportunities
Beautiful Memories
Fun water play
Summer
06/02/2021
Written for Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
I am
King Sisyphus.
Known as noble and great
Why such jealousy among gods?
They wanted my great doom.
Hence the trial
Boulder!
I am
King Sisyphus.
I carried the boulder.
I proved I am greater than them.
They were so astonished.
I felt better.
Bolder!
I am
King Sisyphus.
I say, win over death.
Keep your mind, spirits united.
Overcome all hurdles.
Give brethren your
Shoulder!
I am
King Sisyphus.
Give confidence to all.
The universe calls you ever.
Fight! Erase all evils.
May God be your
Molder!
26 May 2021
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
We learn
right from wrong by
the zenith of our youth
but do we learn moral lessons
in the exact way, and
do some learn them
at all?
We show
distaste toward
those whose definitions
of morality might very
well differ from what we
figure to be
correct.
We need
to look beyond
our own realities.
There are children who lack guidance
and some who know only
cruel stings of
abuse.
There are
children who lack
even basic values,
for they witness horrendous acts,
yet harshly we would judge
those kids when they
go bad.
Children
of the streets and
some in the ghettos too;
also priviledged ones who have
no one to look up to -
wild and crazy
they run.
Wicked
they seem. We judge
them by our own standards
of right and wrong. What can be done?
Can we not all agree
at least on one
good rule?
Golden
is the rule which
we must teach today’s youth.
Until we ensure all children
feel love and protected,
society
will fail.
June 1, 2021
NA in the Heptastich Poetry Contest
For the 'ALL YOURS (Jun 25)' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
Moon wants
to shed his bright
light on the dark world but
selfish, lustful clouds come, blanket
moon fully. Moon escapes
from their clutches
and smiles
But this
freedom is short.
Soon another set of
clouds come and blanket him again.
Moon frees himself once more.
This goes on till
clouds end.
Moon is
determined to
give light. He walks out of
clouds again and again. He keeps
moving whole night reaching
opposite side
by morn.
When clouds
cover the moon
partly, he looks pretty
When moon smiles at his freedom and
achievement, he is full
of joy and bliss,
Shining
25.05.2021
Heptastich Poetry Form, syllables 2,4,6,8,6,4,2
Submitted to:
Heptastich contest
Sponsor : William Kekaula
*Image of Avengers: Infinity War Quotes That Will Make You Think Differently by Society19 UK.
It Happens
It sucks...
when your owie
remains disregarded
because your adhesive band-aid
decides to stuck itself
obstinately
mid tries,
It sucks...
when the lights to
your preferred restaurant
flicker's off when you all arrive
and its sign says open
daily twenty
three hours,
It sucks...
when our autos
license plates custom-made
said, "HIS" and "HERS" and after our
divorce, she then changed it
so now it reads,
"WAS HIS",
It sucks...
when I go to
the zoo to throw peanuts
to the elephants to feed them
but because of my size
they throw peanuts
at me,
It sucks...
when I was at
the airport to buy a
plane ticket for a noontime flight
she says, "Is that twelve noon?"
I said, "No, it's...
two noon?!?!?"
Ugh!
*Heptastich, a poem in 7 lines, syllabic, 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
2020 August 15
Poetic Form: Heptastich
I am
Aphrodite...
yielded from sea lather
and reached the shores of Cyprus on
a scallop's shell, symbol
of womanhood
and birth
I am
Aphrodite...
Homer sourced me as a
girl by Zeus and sea nymph, Dione,
and aphrodisiac
had influenced
my name
I am
Aphrodite...
a cause and effect for
incessant eyes aroused crusade
facing our guarded Mount
Olympus high
above
I am
Aphrodite...
unceasing prayers heard
by mere boldness and a taste test
from each sweeten apple
will direct me
to you
I am
Aphrodite...
petitions in the air
float endlessly, plucked graciously
by ivory doves to
be delivered
to me
I am
Aphrodite...
where I will recognize
you daily upon your first glance
into some looking-glass
beholding my
essence
I am
Aphrodite...
Olympian goddess
of love, beauty, procreation
also, satisfaction,
your every need
answered.
In God
soul is quickened
forgiven from sin guilt
ransomed through the blood of the Lamb
for assured redemption
indeed precious…
I thank!
With God
heart seeks heaven
transformed as new being
marked with divine creation might
of boundless grace sublime
freely flowing…
I praise!
Through God
spirit worships
exalting the most High
while yielding to omnipotence
sovereign in control
doing what’s best…
I trust!
For God
faith does work well
acknowledging prayer
along diligent stewardship
reaching out to others
so love-propelled…
I serve!
Since God*
has granted me
wondrous eternal life
hedged around His reigning goodness
of pardon’s peace and joy
braced upon truth…
I’m blest!
*Colossians 3:3 … your life is hid with Christ in God.
May 27, 2021
4th place, "Heptastich" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 6/8/2021.
The light
Shining inside
Vibrant as the sunshine
Beckoning to souls with sweet grace
Falling across the seas
In gentle songs
Of praise
Laughter
Breaking through rain
In cloudless moments, joy
Breathes soundlessly through the passions
Of lingering hopes, dreams
Rousing heartbeats
Pulsing
The light
Touches the soul
With butterfly kisses
Whispered on the wonderous heart
Who knows to pray with faith
Heeding His still
Small voice
This love
Brings tenderness
Affection amazing
Freeing us to pray with promise
That we will find the truth
Through prayer and
Belief
The light
Dances like fire
Or fireflies twinkling, lit
Across the summer darkness, night
Amid starry moonlight
Enchanting, a
Caress
My God
Lights the pathway
To heaven, where we go
When this life is over, finished
We’ve been faithful servants
Who are going
Back home
The light
Reminds me why
I want to know true love
And faith that is alive, fervent
Praising Him with desire
For the time I’m
With Him
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Syllables for each stanza is 2-4-6-8-4-6-2
May 16, 2021
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Morality
Moral
development,
standard adolescence,
we are externally controlled
also, trials are judged,
consequences
follows
Moral
adaptation
sensing both personal
and societal involvement
in adulthood supports
reestablish
bygone
Moral
definitives
intricate principles
rules obeyed avoids penalty
substitutes horrible
if it is met
better
Moral
law-and-order
continues through our life,
unpunished lawbreakers create
lawlessness, and mayhem
advantageous
urbane
Moral
circumference,
best helps one's interest
serving others, will further you,
naught based on loyalty
encouragement
reward
Moral
behavior's
when laws vary of rules,
light abstracts versus absolutes
o'er prejudiced thinking,
alternatives
exploit
Moral
complacency
peaceful coexistence
when facial grins excel the glares
good choices existed
self-reliance
attained
*Heptastich is a non-rhyming verse poem of 7 lines, syllables are; 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
2021 March 16
Believe
all accusers,
because no one sets out
to intentionally damage
someone's reputation;
assume they're
truthful.
Believe
all accusers.
We must rally around
victims brave enough to speak out
against sexual assault;
any kind of...
abuse.
Believe
all accusers,
no matter the gender.
Really? Guys, too? Oh yes, guys, too.
Any breathing human;
in all shapes and
sizes.
Believe
all accusers
so they don't continue
to suffer in silence; afraid...
to give voice to their plight;
so they don't fall...
silent.
Believe
all accusers;
support fuels their courage,
doubt ensures their resignation;
powerless to evolve
from victims to...
victors.
(Heptastich)
Date written: 06/24/2021