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The Word contained, inside the head
Available until we're old
Cherished within the heart as gold
Will bring us to heaven instead
Where those streets of gold are outspread
There Jesus, our Savior, Stronghold
The Word contained
With open arms, and side that bled
Draws into His embrace the soul
That holds the Word within their mould
Deep in their being, love imbed
The Word contained
New Living Bible
John 1: 1-5
1 In the beginning the Word already existed.
The Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
2 He existed in the beginning with God.
3 God created everything through him,
and nothing was created except through him.
4 The Word gave life to everything that was created,[a]
and his life brought light to everyone.
5 The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness can never extinguish it
Contest: Rousing Rondine
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Form: Other
Date: October 15, 2022
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying am I amidst the valley of said sins
Such joyous commotions viewing children's fun
Seeing happiness abound in wondrous spin
But it's the nature of being here, knowing it's begun
Cotton wool clouds caught by grayed demons be
It's just a matter of moments that they engulf all we
Next morning I awaken to skies of deadened grey
In the distance funnels of evil rotate their dread
Swirling spiral vortexes never shy in their display
Their ignorance now shared delivered imbed
Such her power no prisoners she now portrays
Overturned cars, houses adrift trees now stripped
If such were to be human on a drug fueled trip
God, build me some mountains to surround this plain
Allow said sins to be attracted to forever dissipate
Never to allow grief as such, these tremendous pains
Their height being there simply closes the vortex gate
Lets learn from said angers that they never will again
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying where am I, seeing parasols in lightly spun
.
We set off full of hope into the night
as it grew blacker towards the end
of the jetty where shorelights
dimmed to a distant glow.
Wind drove a swell to boom
and crash against the pylons below
sending a shudder through our feet.
The air was bitterly cold.
Baited hooks hung in the dark depths
on the end of a taut line
where every twitch and tug
was telegraphed to a finger
primed to detect that tell tale pull.
The rod ready to be whipped upwards
to imbed a hook into an open mouth.
We would wait…and wait.
An hour would pass. Time meant
nothing to my father who would stare
into a blank abyss in a trance like silence
as if nothing existed outside
of his vision into the great beyond.
Two hours would pass. Not a single fish
would bite. The only break was a pause
to renew the bait on hooks.
Bored, wanting to go, afraid to enter
the sanctity of my fathers dreaming,
I entered my own. Propped against
the jetty railing, coiled against the cold,
I crawled inwards towards my familiar home.
Hours later, without a fish,
we would walk back along the jetty
still in our silence, both of us
unable to tell each other
where we had been,
both of us alone.
Colors she wowed in autumn's praise
Where tinted leaves turn fiery red,
Where gamboge dye prairies imbed.
Meadows winsome in crimson blaze
Inspired poems of heartfelt themes
Strumming passions of season's dreams.
Vying glimpse of her moonlit gaze
Resplendent motifs whirled in dance
Pleasing poise of her gifted stance.
Lauding grandeur of gilded glaze
Lyrics she wrote in flawless rhyme,
How Connie's verses transcend time!
Swaying rhythms of beauteous days
Autumn's glory adorned her art:
Words that blossomed poetic heart.
Colors she wowed in autumn's praise~
Meadows winsome in crimson blaze,
Vying glimpse of her moonlit gaze
Lauding grandeur of gilded glaze
Swaying rhythms of beauteous days.
September 24, 2022
Placed1st: In Remembrance of Connie –
Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Form: Constanza
Eight syllables per line
one day this organic form
which in truth is but dust
for the moment seeming alive
owing to influx of God’s breath
will return back to Mother Earth
the elements it borrowed
to shape this human vessel
our soul which dwells in heart
gathering experiences granted
will then carry back to heaven
memories of tears and smiles
by our identity so generated
which reviewed from lens of love
we look at seeking redemption
knowing now that all souls are one
cleaved from the fabric of God
although there is no judgment
we cannot help but seek to repay
the debts of love which we owe
for we are yet in feeling of separation
and so unable to forgive ourselves
the misconception that we are ego
separate and distinct from existence
creates a need within our pure heart
to act as a doer in resonance with love
thus causing repeated reincarnation
until residual identity too drops away
whereupon all that is, is the light of Self
this Self of which we speak is eternal
it is this that is made in the image of God
so unless we embody this awareness
the true purpose of earth life yet awaits
and love in love with love employs no force
so it waits endlessly for love to awake
but our desire creates endless dreams
the coordinates of reference are now known
destiny is reaped as of seeds by us sown
when truth imbed is gradually assimilated
our reflex instincts honed and synced with love
the will of God and us then becomes one
and we then co-create on earth as is His will
that earth too becomes equivalent of heaven
Cloaked in beige, the park awaits new dusk-time
and there again owlets will start to chime,
through gentle rain, silence lays all around
while leaves russet glide unto Autumn’s ground
as maples hide their flesh in lean display
where twigs imbed the gangly stems like hay
to shred reams of petals, a torn bouquet.
Yet a wooden bench glows , scenting deep night
As love bestows an oath of fate’s delight;
in September’s innate grace, one kiss, two hops
enshrining wrapped embrace through clear dewdrops
while Fall’s bench cradles woven dreams with finesse,
a season of devotion, of stars that bless
this fond appeal to grasp eternity
into all cycle’s reels, evermore free.
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Isaiah Zerbst’s Interlocking Rhyme Contest
By nette onclaud 1/25/2015