Long Iambic Poems
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I wish you knew the depth of knowledge gained
How instrumental are your thoughts to me
Through teaching what I’ve learned, I have been trained
To revel in my self-efficacy
Attention and retention play a part
To reproduce the model, I am keen
And motivation soars above the chart
When victory is felt and also seen
To read of you in books and realize
Your thoughts have left a mark that will abide
Like you to deepen learning is the prize,
I’m longing for, and I won’t be denied
Vicariously, I live within the realm
Where knowledge is a living entity
A place where greats like you stand at the helm
where life-long learning’s our identity
I had to pen these words, to let you see
That I admire all the things you’ve done
Your brilliantly well-thought out theory
Is why a place in hall of fame you’ve won
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I wait for you to come with open arms,
for pain that flays and sears me will not cease
though once I feared you, now I see your charms
I long to enter rest and sleep in peace
For you are nothing but a placid state
devoid of feelings and of lucid thought
where pain and heartache do not carry weight
and cravings and ambitions tarry not
You promise me a tranquil, fond embrace
I will not pull away from proffered kiss,
for tears have never ceased to bathe my face
to be relieved of anguish equals bliss
I wait with bated breath; do not delay
Oh, Death, it is for you I kneel to pray
For Craig Cornish's Death Contest
November 5, 2017
Blank Verse
DEATH OVERRULES ALL JUDGMENTS HERE ON EARTH
In reign of terror, split, with holes and pain,
the sentinel, distained his fingers black.
The pools of sticky-red descend, like mud,
and eyes despise the madman’s gaze, above.
Where flowers bloomed in glassy panes, sublime,
the heart of Vegas shatters - shards of fear.
Screams hail, uplift, the crazy bastard’s smile,
but, final drift of sand will drown this man.
His boat will capsize. Stench of spilt men’s blood
will fill his screaming lungs with death’s revenge.
White robes attend the march of martyr’s feet,
into the pearly gate, with smiling teeth.
10/20/2017
Craig Cornish’s Death Contest
For all this time, I couldn't call it - rape.
I couldn't use that word, and make it real.
Like plowing a field before it's harvest,
or pruning the trees at summer solstice.
It wasn't the right thing for me to do.
As a Christian, how could I be raped?
And have fallen to it, as if disease.
It was synonymous to being weak,
rather than, the strong person I tried be.
Yet I have come to learn and acknowledge,
that as a child, these lewd sins were not mine.
The power dynamic, control, and threats.
No sir, you are the sick and depraved one,
and you shall fall, once the final day comes.
03.16.2024
Impatient, the river, no time for submission
Taking no notice of one all alone
It continues to flow, to swirl, twist and turn
It pays no attention, thinks nothing of me
As I sit here to ponder, to write and compose.
Deep in the stones, lie dark secret longings
Old stories of those, who sat on the bank
Like me, finding hallows to gather and think
I'm called by the river to capture the prose
Inspired by nature, words flow from creation
Written to cast, like leaves on the water
The cattails that rattle, the cinnamon fern
The willows that lean, each twig bent to listen
Before me, were others who sat in the sun
On the mossy green bank of the river that knows...
Many secrets it carries....and onward it goes
Taking no notice of one all alone...
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Carrie Richards submitted for Giorgio's Contest: Impress Me (nature)
OLD LEAVES
Heads bowed they sadly wait for slower death
than that of those entrenched in fear’s retreat
the edge of lifeless branches their defeat
life’s fluid oozing thickly from their veins,
stilled as red stain mimics beauty’s blush
the tyrant lashes coldly - weapons drawn,
striking with the venom of blind fury
intent on wiping out all future spawn.
So do the pacifists endure their fate
accepting - blow on blow - as no disgrace
believing in their hearts that they are free
to live where hate and violence have no place,
nor is the ice white steel the greater strength
in battles fought in time but not in length
for all must rest their weapons and seek peace
and in their darkest moments sadly weep
as memories forgotten fade to dust
the weapons and desires fade to rust
in the senseless rise and setting of the sun
in the tents of fallen soldiers - empty guns.
Old leaves clinging to a truth once known
withering in the chaffing winds of change
tormented by the demons changing face
unable to accept sweet deaths embrace.
John G. Lawless
8/18/2014
For A. V. Giorgio
Structured verse – Iambic forms contest
it snowed and snowed on the day I was born
and for that reason I love falling snow;
in dreams, I walk the frozen woods till morn
and from my pen the words just drip and flow.
And from a child, I was quiet and odd
choosing to read old books and write my words;
I would wander in nature and be awed
loving the songs and beauty of sweet birds.
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May 3, 2017
(Edit from March 2016)
Rhyme/ Iambic Pentameter/The Reason Is
Copyright Protected, ID 897731
For the contest, Rhymed, Metered Poem
sponsor, Janice Carnedy
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Rhyme Scheme - abab cdcd
Rhyming - checked on Rhymezone.com
Syllables- checked on HowManySyllables. com
Throughout the nineteen-fifties, times were neat;
full, long flared skirts and bobby socks gals wore,
while rock and roll and doo-wop moved our feet
to music slow and fast on the dance floor.
Each Saturday, we'd all go to Hi-Y,
where classmates gathered to have fun and dance.
Most partnered with their special gal or guy-
that music of the fifties did entrance!
A Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On,
would move our bodies- arms and legs so fast.
But, with slow songs like, Love Me Tender- drawn
to dance real close with partners unsurpassed.
So simple were the times we spent back then,
that dancing, for teenagers, was the best
treat we looked forward to each weekend when
we could relax and rally, unsuppressed.
Only You, and Rock Around the Clock-
It's Only Make Believe, and Peggy Sue;
Don"t Be Cruel, My Prayer, and Jailhouse Rock-
these drew our feet to each dance rendezvous!
March 8, 2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: The Good Old Days
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Judged: 01/17/2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Strand Pick 4
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 04/08/2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Dance With Me
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 04/07/2020
Song Credits in order of appearance:
A Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On -Little Richard
Love Me Tender -Elvis Presley
Only You -The Platters
Rock Around the Clock -Bill Haley & His Comets
It's Only Make Believe -Conway Twitty
Peggy Sue -Buddy Holly
Don't Be Cruel -Neil Diamond
My Prayer -The Platters
Jailhouse Rock -Elvis Presley
The wonder of your smile is always there,
just like you gave me on that special day,
when first I saw you on my front porch stair-
your smile imprinted in my heart to stay.
Just as in spring and summer long ago,
and then in later years, your smile assured
my joy of knowing our love stayed aglow-
and now, past autumn years, have still endured.
The sparkle of your smile from first-love throes,
and blissful wedding day we said 'I do',
still lingers in my heart, although now shows
a special glaze from winter’s weathered hue.
The wonder of your smile- those early years,
that glowed with brilliance like untarnished gold-
became my treasured prize and now appears
with warm patina-sheen as we grow old.
Though years have flown and age has had its way-
your antique smile now etched with lines anew,
and lustered with the wear of each new day
brings priceless meaning to my love for you.
The words will tell of secrets in my hands
Don’t heed the warning present as it stands
For even when the darkness covers sky
My friend, believe, to you I would not lie
They seek to turn us toward revenge and hate
Please hear me now and pray I’m not too late
As through the ages by your side I stand
I care not for your money, titles, land
I love you for a brother and a friend
Let not their words propel us to an end
For even in the darkness I will pray
That power over you they’d not hold sway
That hate you bear should not now turn to me
I plead for you to listen and to see
I don’t bear malice towards you or your kin
As long as I have known you we did win
But now I fear I may have come too late
For now inside your eyes I see your hate
You lapped up eagerly all of their lies
And tossed me out and off into the skies