Long Lengthening Poems
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S - Splendid are those images of spring's rebirthing sign.
P - Phenomenal when first we see red robins make the scene.
E - Eye-catching is each budding limb and wakened tender vine,
C - captivating us with subtle springtime's haze of green.
T - Thrilling so are vivid tulips, daffodil delights;
A - amazing crocus, violets, forsythia galore.
C - Classic warming, lengthening of each new day ignites
U - unrivaled joy for springtime season long awaited for.
L - Luxurious the thrill of hope in every heart and soul,
A - astounding us as dormant seeds awake and then implore
R - resplendent spring to rise and resurrect from winter's dole.
January 15, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Spectacular Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 01/21/2016
The first word of each line is a synonym for 'spectacular'
Iambic Heptameter (7 feet per line)
Strolling through the dark woods
night approaching as the sun sets
the shadows were now lengthening
casting weird shapes on the floor
Birds pass on their way to roost
all are now settling for the night
squabbles from the rooks over perches
rabbits emerging from burrows to eat
This pause between daytime and night
soon the rabbits will be joined by
badgers coming out to forage and play
night jar starts to sing a real din
Later there will be such sweet sounds
as the nightingales songs ring out
for now this twilight stands in between
a world of half light neither day or night
Sweet scent of night stocks fill the air
as I sit on an old log drinking it in
a shadow detaches from the beech trees
a fallow deer on her way to the river
Now the daylight has completely gone
the moon has yet to show its face
a hoot carries through the dark
the owls glide past searching for prey
I sigh as the stars appear above
each one twinkling pinpicks of light
the sky a canvas on which they shine
at last the moon glides into view
Another day is finally over and done
it is time for me too to head off home
carrying with me memories of this time
closing the door I shut out the darkness
" How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood" - Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842.
The pediment of blue hills rolling down
to spread surreal splendor on landscape,
where thriving thicket wore emerald crown.
There my childhood morphed into a bird’s shape,
flying with my kites in indigo sky,
skirted silver fringe of fleeting cloud’s drape.
Its sliding shadow on ground I’d descry,
like the lattice of entwined light and shade
made by sunbeam through the trees passing by.
Chasing butterflies in the woods I strayed,
followed the lengthening shadows of trees,
as in the setting sun’s shimmer they swayed.
I felt in young mind these images freeze,
walking away far I lost these for good,
for these flew away in time’s dusty breeze.
In twilight hour I now try if I could
retrieve from dust the collage of childhood.
November 24, 2020
Syllable count : 10 per line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme checked on RhymeZone.com
Contest : Terza Rima Form
Sponsor : Constance La France
On the rhythm of rolling waves of tidal time I float,
drenched in the chromatic cadence of the setting sun.
Before the ebb takes me beyond the misty horizon,
I search for fervent anchorage on her seraphic shore.
Through the slanted shower of the twilight shimmer,
my fragile footprints follow her lengthening shadow,
melting in mystic night under the mellow moonshine,
forlorn alley of my dreams lights up in stardust spark.
The new sun returns on the edge of color-splashed sky,
sprinkles the splendor of spectral hue on drops of dew.
In my malachite meadow no longer morose, I find her,
sparkling like pearl with the patina of pristine fervor.
At the lingering periphery of my lonesome present time,
shades of grey dissolve, my beguiled senses don’t belie,
haze lifts from dawning day, I see my tomorrow glow like
'a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye.'
('a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye' - Batter Up by Ever Roper)
April 11, 2020
Contest : Poetic Lines From A Poetry Soup Poet - Eve Roper
Sponsor : Silent One
May 9, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice 7, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
As the TV screen comes alive,
Screeching with news of death,
In natural calamities and road accidents
Of war on Ukraine that kills and maims thousands
Of carnage and bloodshed,
Of gory tales of rape and molestation
Of manhandling and suicide
Of battered childhood and teary eyed women
Of politicians’ pandemonium open n’ outrageous
Their nasty tirade and mudslinging
And similar scenes of sickening magnitude,
My hands grope for the ‘remote’.
The channels swing past in lightning speed
From frenzied gyrations of lovers of celluloid
To serials lengthening into infinity
Of love betrayed, tears shed
Bonds snapped, hearts shattered
Until at last my fingers settle
On the wonders of the Animal Planet
Where the beasts roam free and fearless
Where there is no greed to hoard
Where no one wears a mask
And everything ruled by sheer survival instinct!
"Rambling is a mood enhancer and it is during my ramblings that Nature talks to me in inaudible whispers and I am struck by the silent beauty around me"
_By Poet
As the shadows began lengthening,
I slowly walked to the seashore,
Through the cobbled path,
With stinging stones under my feet,
And piles of golden clouds floating above,
Enjoying the whistling of the wind through the reeds,
Inhaling the saline air, smelling of rotting seaweeds.
Along the margin of the vast strand, I rambled for long
Feeling the foamy fringes of water lapping at my feet
And sensing the sand slipping away under my feet
I watched the gentle undulating billows.
Rolling their silver volumes
As if to die away on the happy shores
The sapphire waters and the roaring waves
The churning tides and the feathery foam
Made me wonder at the horror and beauty,
That inbred dichotomy Nature carries within
With such surreal beauty surrounding me
I yearn to ramble on and on till the end of time,
Like a recluse with only the company of the sea at my side
The wet sand under my feet and the clouds above my head!
April.5. 2023
~ Placed First~
Writing Challenge ‘R’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor. Constance La France
A moon-lit day
End of Fall
The Sun an unseen presence
Far down south-west
Behind some silver cloud
Maples showering gold
On a lengthening walkway
Lovely as the Milky Way
A young couple in embrace
On a lonely bench
Hush, hush, silent speech
Tip-toe vagrant breeze
A teenage cutie
In Halloween fancy
Of rainbow hues
Floats her way
Did the trees around
Send her down
With their sliding leaves?
Time in lethargy
The skies in brood
Life in slow motion
Fowl in meditation
Perched on the bank
Their eyes lost in the sheen
Of the placid pond
Is this an evening
Or a dream?
Rub your eyes
Pinch your thighs
This can never be
Anything but a dream
"Wake you dreamer"
"Into what?
Another dream?
A dream within a dream?
And then a dream within a dream within a dream….? "
Isn't life an evening of Fall
Unending within a dream within a dream……?
No one wakes here
A dream-some nowhere
There is a need for quietness today,
I listen to my neighbor's toilet flush,
it takes a long time for the sound
to drain away and refill,
I hold seconds inside my mind
between that rise and fall.
There is space for listening,
the trash compactor chews on
when switched off.
I hear conversations
filtering through the air conditioner,
words both distinct and garbled.
Yesterdays hurried meal
speaks still, moments explore
newly opened pocket.
This is not silence
sound moves upon carpet slippers,
yet steps are heightened
by being audible
in a lower registry of depth.
It is I who creates this lengthening,
this processional unwinding of
of unremarkable moments,
a distance between
and marked by blank labels -
every note,
an eavesdropping deliverance.
August 14 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 10-13
Key Verse – Jeremiah 10:6 Forasmuch as there is none like unto thee, O LORD; thou art great, and thy name is great in might.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS GREAT
Praise be to God for He is great:
Delivering us from dismay
Deterring us against distress
Driving us along His direction
Dealing with us amidst despair
Defending us while in Him we depend
Jeremiah 11:20 Praise be to the Lord for judging
righteously; thus, let us:
Incline to Him with obedience
Intreat Him along His omnipotence
Invest to Him our optimum offerings
Interact with Him around His openness
Involve in His outreaches’ opportunities
Jeremiah 12:3 Praise be to the Saviour Who knows us
and all about our:
Life lifted by His leadership
Labour while leaning on His lordship
Love for Him looking unto His liberating light
Limitations along our load in learning His lessons
Lack as we long to listen to Him for us to level-up by His lengthening
Jeremiah 13:16 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for prompting us
to give glory to the Almighty Who:
Saves us from soul-stinking
Sanctifies us against sin-stains
Secures us from spoilage shock
Settles us toward spiritual security
Sets us upon stewardship and service-steadfastness. Amen!
August 14, 2024
I was disappointed when I saw the plant she had chosen.
I have tried to raise these, and failed many times.
A philodendron, I said, pretending enthusiasm.
They like a dark place, not much sun, she told me.
I read up on them this time. They do not like their feet wet.
Okay. They like moist soil, not damp. I tried for three or four days.
Then I forgot she existed for a week. Her leaves turned yellow.
They dropped on the floor.
I picked them up and felt guilty.
Why a philodendron, I wondered?
This time I decided to name her.
I began to sing to her, I touched her gently daily.
She began whispering ideas to me.
They were good ones too.
Pretty soon she was lengthening herself up the wall.
Is that a philodendron? People asked, Amazed.
I said you may call her Magi.