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Himalayas beckon everyone to come to its fold
In as many seasons ‘n as many times ‘n still lust for more
Music, all four seasons, they continuously orchestrate
A collage of fall colors adds beauty to its lakes, rivers and waterfalls
Legendary tales echo glories of gods in its valleys and peaks
Abode heavenly it makes away from maddening crowd, a midst the clouds
You fall in love with the simple and beautiful people of these hills that
Allow you not to miss your home sweet home while
Snow-capped peaks bring out grit ‘n courage of mountaineers
Contest: the hills are alive with poetry
Sponsor: Scott thirtyseven
Date: 20.6.2014
Form: Acrostic
Lines: 9
Written: March 21, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
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In the heart's quiet nook, a steadfast light glows,
An unyielding beacon through the tempestuous night,
More precious than gold, more enduring than diamond,
It is the silent promise that whispers rest sealed.
Through torrents of sorrow, it remains unmoved,
A rock in the storm—unyielding, steady,
Bound by invisible threads stronger than steel,
This is what I call a loyal love poem.
Its roots probe into the velvety soil of the soul,
Finding strength from invisible lakes of loyalty
A tree towering among the whirl of daily life.
More profound than seas, beyond mountains,
and still as delicate on petals as morning dew
Loyalty surrounds us like an endless grasp.
Orioles, blue jays, blackbirds, and red robins all sing
robustly to tangelo sun, as meadows and woods ring.
All through spring and summer gloss, as roses glisten,
Nature's noonday, jade heartbeats, cause all to listen!
Glittering gold on green lakes-an afternoon of amber,
Exotic trills rise, in quiet hours of persimmon glamour.
Saffron songs swell in the orange peel, blossom fields,
entrancing them into a dark orange dance of the hills.
Rivoli's hummingbird hums, in a purple and teal coat
even donned in green and brown, in marigold soaked.
Nightingale croons plaintive, florid, butterscotch arias,
and there is revelry of roses, in far, marmalade areas!
Day is so long for rufous hummingbird, in fiery plumes,
Enriching hot, lime spaces, with apricot, droning tunes.
My dream destination is Ireland,
I want to walk in the lush green.
Visit towns of cottages, pubs and music.
I want to see the rocky coasts, lakes, rivers and wetlands,
the birds, animals, and wildflowers growing,
the mountains, pasturelands, and the architecture.
I will explore Dublin, the churches, castles and museums
to inspire my poetic pen,
and instill a peace and sublime feeling within me,
as I enjoy the friendly people I will meet along my journey.
I especially want to visit, The Burren, a vast limestone plateau.
It is a unique botanical environment where alpine flowers grow
in the limestone stone crevices to create splashes of color.
I will stay at Bed and Breakfast Inns along the way.
and mingle with the people I meet.
Try some interesting food in the restaurants and festivals.
Shop till I drop and go to a symphony, ballet or opera perhaps.
Ride a horse on a woodland trail, country lane or mountain path,
and I must, must go for hikes in the glorious Irish landscapes.
Oh, it is a delightful dream . . . . to dream.
There’s God and there’s the devil
Man’s caught in the middle
Who’s good and who’s evil,
There’s Heaven and there’s hell
More beautiful is the earth
Can anyone otherwise tell,
There’s sin and there’s confession
Then there’s the rule of law
To constraint further transgression,
There’s Koran and there’s Bible
Forget William Shakespeare
Man plays the role of the disciple,
There’s Politics and there’s Religion
Trapped like a rabbit
Man is the lost homing pigeon,
There’s lyric and there’s melody
You have Opera and rap
It’s time to end this parody,
You have pouring rainfall
There are lakes and oceans
Bubbling brooks and waterfall,
There are grass, shrub and tree
Man’s eternal soul
Forever craving to be free.
~05/07/21
~Contest: Just Stating the Obvious
~Sponsor: Brother Jacob
I cycled to Hawthorne before the dawn,
Saw a deer on Taxter Road leading a fawn.
I reached a field of the kids little League.
Waited for the train, too pumped for fatigue.
The train passed by lakes of Croton Falls,
At Ten Mile River I heard a bird’s calls
At Wassaic, calmed down on Deep Hollow Road,
By purple flowers, a little stream flowed.
I cycled due west, for an outdoor transfusion.
Wethersfield like Brigadoon, but not an illusion.
Up its hill I pedaled, a knight on a quest,
But the statues of centaurs looked unimpressed.
Fountains flowed and flowers bloomed bright,
Well-dressed couples in the courtyards admired the sight.
More statues, eagles and children and men
Could have spent more time, but if not now, when?
I took Schaefer Road, counted side roads till the fourth.
Then zoomed on the asphalt, on Smithfield Road north.
But what goes down must go up, to switch valleys you climb,
Though conversely what ascend must descend, in time.
[chorus]
When the roads are quiet, and above hawks play.
Down I swoop, a nearsighted bird of prey.
Fields spread wide, like a golden sea,
New places to explore, calling to me.
Skipped Salisbury, entered Sharon, took highway 41.
To Amenia and Hitchcock Corners, a load of fun
Down one last hill, was it me who gave a shout?
Stood on my pedals, like a kid let out.
[end]
Back in Wassaic, out drained the ninja esthetic.
Now back to my life, but that’s not so pathetic.
Six days I work, putting food on the table.
Then I’m a weekend warrior, to ride into this fable.
I have often wondered on a silent night when stars are all I see
If there is someone on a distant star who’s looking up at me…
I wonder…looking up…how many life forms can there be…
and if I ever met one would he or she look or act like me
Can he walk and talk and sing and dance?
Can she climb a tree…or swim?
I’ve even often wondered if they come in hers and hims?
Do they have mountains on their stars?
Do they have trains and planes and cars?
If they have a sun and moon…do they rise and set like ours?
Do they have lakes and oceans?
What do they do for fun?
Are they divided into separate groups…or do they live as one?
I wonder if our two stars ever met…how well would we blend?
And is it even possible for two stars to be friends?
Yes, I have often wondered on a silent night when stars are all I see
If there is someone on a distant star who’s looking up at me…
Are there other beings wondering the same…as they look at the stars?
And though I do not know the answer…
I like to think there are.
~Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
August.21.2016
I've seen the Rocky Mountains
From Alberta to New Mexico
Heavenly reaching cathedrals
Rock walls like stained glass windows
Death Valley's crystalline sands
Sparkle like moonlit seas
Red orange cactus roses
Saguaro and Joshua Trees
Green meadows covered with weeds
Deep purple to crimson red
Melting in waves of heat
Reflecting in lakes where they bled
Looked out, over Niagara Falls
Sunlit mist of every hue
Thousand Islands, covered with snow
In The St Lawrence of indigo blue
Multicolored hot air balloons
Floating lazily 'cross baby blue skies
But the place most beautiful to me
Is here, with you by my side
an original poem by Daniel Turner
What if the Gods created the most beautiful planet
and filled it with valleys and mountains and trees
with wildflowers that bloom in Spring
with fishes, and birds and bees.
What if they added waterfalls…and ladybugs…an occasional butterfly
and sunrises and sunsets so colorful they kaleidoscope the sky.
And what if once they were finished the Gods were so elated
with the beauty and magnificence of the planet they created
they decided this beauty needed to be experienced to be felt…and thus
what if the Gods created people to enjoy it…what if the Gods created us.
What if the Gods hoped we’d not only appreciate the love and beauty that surround us
but spread that love and beauty to everyone and everything around us.
What if the Gods never dreamed anything bad would happen
What if the Gods were wrong…
What if the people tainted the beauty the Gods created
What if the people could not get along.
And what if now every time the Gods look down on us
every time they realize their mistake…
their tears fall as rain from the heavens
filling our oceans our rivers…our lakes.
What if the Gods created the most beautiful planet
with but one hope…that we’d enjoy it…
What if the Gods created the most beautiful planet…
and all we did…was destroy it.