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In sharing my thoughts about Nana...
Where do I even begin?
Her smile that lit up every room?
Her sparkle? Her mischievous grin?
Her rib cracking hugs have been mentioned a lot
By the friends who she mutually adored.
Many felt inspired by her courage, her faith
And her trust in the Sovereign Lord.
Her sense of humour was second to none.
She loved banter as much as the rest.
She enjoyed Disney movies and light-hearted shows.
But MasterChef, for her, was the best.
But most memorable of all, as all would recall
In her life from the very start
Is the person she was to all who she met -
Her loving soul. Her caring heart.
Oh what words they call us,
Who stay turning and twisting
Jostling and cavorting
'till sun slips from its horizoned sheath
And how they describe us,
Who elegantly slide and glide
In unison traversing
'till the lights guide us home.
Oh how they view us
Who tuned to the music
Connect and breathe deep
Embraced until our partners body is all we feel
And how they admire us
All smiles and sighs
Oblivious and jaunty
Lost in the pools of our partners eyes
Oh how we are free
We who turn and twist
Light-hearted and unburdened
As the days stresses drift away
And how we with rhythmic prowess
So effortlessly spiral and slither
United and indivisible
As we seek just one more perfect dance
Slowly
(a life time of small steps back
Fades the light
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Birth of an immaculate
Smile
Spanning the horizon for hope
Scanning the world for yes
Searching the room for you
To face your face
To see what you see
To hear what you hear
To feel what you feel
Slowly
(a life time of small looks back
Recedes the day
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Light of an untraceable
Urge
Scoping the skies for joy
Singing the warmth of birds
Shaking the wounds in you
To touch your face
To please what you see
To sooth what you hear
To smooth what you feel
Slowly
(a life time of small kicks back
Proceeds the night
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Moon of an irradiant
Purge
Sapping the vines of spring
Stopping the play of sin
Solving the lies in you
To replace your face
To appease what you see
To fear what you hear
To doom what you feel
Slowly
(a life time of small slaps back
Succeeds the dark
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Death of an unknowable
Life
Sounding the bells of done
Sipping the truth of hell
Salting the wounds in you
To forget your face
To curse what you see
To hate what you hear
To despise what you feel
----May 2014. Verse written for self-therapy. Composed in a state of anger, frustration, disappointment… It helped. A day later light-hearted humor was back.
This contest style’s description is one I’ve never heard
I’m unfamiliar with that particular word
An internet search comes up empty
However, others seem to have poems aplenty
My eyes are getting blurry a total collapse seems imminent
Quickly penning an entry appears to be the only way out of my predicament
My freshly emerged imposter’s syndrome is now on full display
As I throw words together to prayerfully send a piece on its way
Whoops, I don’t believe the lines above were exact rhymes
I wonder if I will get disqualified this time
I see it is quintessential to utilize the word “quintessential”
Unfortunately, that stretches me to also use a word like “nonextensile”
Argh! I just realized I’m not counting my meter
I promise I’m not purposefully being a cheater
Oh well, competitions are all in good fun,
even if they drive you a bit crazy
You just have to be creative, put in the work,
and not . . . something, something lazy
Condemned And Judged
Why is it so hard to say what I am feeling?
Others decides what I can say
What I can do
Who I am
My life is not up to me
I am condemned for my thoughts
Judged for my ideas
Ideas that have to remain unspoken
Not allowed to express myself I stagnate
Thoughts and words rot in their own Hell
Dark and black
The stench of dying thoughts fills the air with a grey-green mist
Even in poetry I am scrutinized
Judged by others who do not know me
The poetry is too dark
That poem is too light hearted
Nothing is right
Nothing is wrong
I wonder who they are.
What gives them the right to voice their opinion?
I don’t know
I may never know
I hate them and what they have done
But there is nothing I can do
Nothing I can say to free me from them
So I will wait
I will fester and I will stagnate
Rotting in a world of drab grey
Until I can be free and express myself
And in that moment I will be happy
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Limericks traditionally make a light-hearted humorous poetic device. Yet, the traditional expectation is subverted here to deliver a deeply philosophical and melancholic reflection. The core paradox here is the idea that life is sweet because it never comes again is a gorgeous nod to the concept of impermanence. Lines 3 and 4 capture the existential anxiety of missing connections and lost time. The final line is resonant of the fact that those we met here would not again meet. Our mortality and the fleeting nature of time precisely are what give life its flavour, and yet… The second limerick takes up from ‘fret’ and ‘regret’ of the first to reason further that even the briefest of life casts a lasting light. The meter used is anapaest.
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What I wonder makes life tempting sweet?
It would not come again us to greet.
And its greatest regret
That left are we to fret?
Those we met here would not again meet.
Yet the gloom that makes all us to fret,
Is the reason we never forget.
For, that briefest of spark
Leaves a light in the dark,
Whose sweetness’ never lost ever yet.
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Reflections | 24.09.2026| gloom, greet, life, light, meet, regret, Limerick
Light hearted glimpses into the shadows
Where hues of tenderness
Tempt me to grow with faded philosophies
Beliefs that linger through the intimacy
Of teardrops and grace flowing on the edge
Of sanity, rationality, safety
Feelings erase the mystery of kindness drinking in
Silence and suffering - with reflections of silver
Stars shimmering in the night
As dreams laugh, bouncing off the hopes
Savoring the dew kissed thoughts
Gentling wild desires - with memories afire
Vagabond dreams inspire my soul to drift
Into the rainbow visions of a rich and vibrant
Caress from rain falling - Songs of love calling
This melody of creativity imagining, praying, praising
Wandering through my mind, illuminating the soul’s hunger
The ache for a dream that does more than haunt
Vagabond Dreams Poetry Contest
Sponsored by craig cornish
August 26, 2021
Whence Harry got to tarry for a Barrymore
Extra curricular activities ,
Extra virgin olive oil
Extra terrestrial cosmology,
saucer you are a foe, metaphor
You are an earl gray without Milk and sugar ,
a cup after an interlocking prayer
A wrinkled skin that tells a lot about a tafsir
And a tiny pillow that will be always mine
telling me to come home and sing a mundane song.
I am oblivious to loose any more
I am neither grievance nor exaltation
I am a tribune that you are Sasha's brother
they check the headline every day
Do you have the funeral teardrops with you?
Mine one was empty as I got them all from you.
The one who knows Rita
The one who knows Glow in the dark
The one who knows Chapter Takathur
The one who knows Alan Kurdi
The one who knows I miss that I never coveted
The one who knows I came to the sky blue , light hearted silt head
Not to have you, but to have me, back!
Professor: Setting is inducing trust that as a writer you are not volatile, nor giving lesser detailed thought about those knick knack, mundane also. can you give me an example Johny?
Johny: Certainly , can I ask the narrator type?
professor: say, camera setting...
Johny : genre?
professor : prose poem, light hearted or serious, both will do.
Johny : here you go....I bought floss and Hydrogen per oxide from the nearby pharmacy. I wanted to pick up my medicine too, but they were reluctant, altogether, seemingly so. I had to bypass.
professor : why so?
Johny: the only audible sound was a song..."when you say nothing at all."
Surely , verily a cranky setting! tired too!
As the counseling session was declaring, they begin as a parent asleep, raise them up asleep and send them to school asleep. Dreams ahoy!
1.cinquain.- love at first sght
Adeaide Crapsey cinquain form first motivated my interest in poetry
2.imagist- viduage
Capturing an enigmatic image into words upon my page my continuing inspiration
3.shortform. footle bonie&clyde
creating the footle form encapsulated my initial novice learning curve as a poet
4.openform-sound poems
Open form organic style marked the change in style to longer forms
5.tribute poetry- to be or not
my fascination for origins of inspiration leading to this form of poetry, in tribute to my forbears therein.
6.christian - litany prayer
My committed Christianity led me naturally to use God's poiema giftings
7.ekphrasis-descriptive the form
I discovered this form enabled me to combine my hobbies of art &poetry
8.found poetry -beyond love
The inspiration of others actual words enabled the creation of my unique poetry therefrom
9.humour/wit -silence for a clerihew
Light hearted poesie was a key part of my formative discipleship as a poet
10.love/passion -amatory ayre
Poetry is an natural vehicle for love expressions to my first & lasting
love of my life