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Vibrant life is Creator’s gift worthy to be enjoyed
Triumphant in vanquishing selfishness, arrogance, apathy
Radiant to exude peaceful bliss, marked by love midst care.
Abundant blest life
assured by the Lord of joy
conquers dearth’s gloom with hope's bliss
toward good sharing
ready for each one who works
while trusting provisions’ Source.
Jubilant great life
brings us this New Year by faith…
we claim with God’s grace*
*2Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work.
This poem employs three forms:
1. Sijo has three lines. Each line varies between 14 and 16 syllables.
2. Sedoka consists of 6 lines of 5-7-7-5-7-7 syllables respectively.
3. Senryu has 5-7-5 syllables respectively.
9th place, "UP TO YOU" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/10/2024.
Contest: The Pensive Poet
Sponsor: Constance La France
Yesterday, while disencumbering
the uppermost shelf
of an age-softened cupboard,
I disinterred a notebook
whose quiet custody
I had neglected
for longer than memory
readily admitted.
Its linen cover
had acquired the sepia patination
reserved for faithful objects.
The loosened binding
had relinquished
its final covenant,
while wayward folios
leaned from its margins
like hesitant emigrants
uncertain whether
remembrance still required
their return.
I smiled,
certain I was about to encounter
the young man
who had once believed
every grief
could be persuaded
into cadence.
Instead,
there were astonishingly
few poems.
Several folios
enshrined nothing
beyond a solitary date.
Others preserved
a single unfinished line,
abandoned in transit,
as though interruption
had quietly mistaken itself
for permanence.
One page
offered only a title.
Another,
a single hesitation—
Perhaps…
Thereafter,
I resumed
the slow liturgy
of turning pages,
until the room itself
entered recollection—
the metrical persuasion
of rain upon old windows,
intonations now exiled
from ordinary hearing,
faces whose names
had withdrawn
into the republic
of silence.
Then an apprehension,
gentle as dust,
settled upon me.
For a notebook
harbouring so little language,
it possessed
an inexplicable gravity.
No law of matter
could justify
such weight.
Until I understood.
Paper does not remember ink.
It remembers
hesitation.
Not the poems
that were written,
but every lyric
that declined
the imperfect shelter
of articulation;
every valediction
deferred into silence;
every avowal
that arrived
after its recipient
had already departed;
every recollection
for which no utterance
proved sufficiently
hospitable.
A blank page
is never empty.
It is merely
guarding a poem
that has refused
premature existence.
I returned the notebook
to the shelf
with a reverence
absent from my first touch.
Some books
are fastened
with paper and thread.
A poet's notebook
is bound
by everything
it persuaded itself
not to forget.
~“ Love You Always With All My Heart And Soul”~
You take all my love, my………………………………………………...................... Love
A forest of nature grows in my heart when I see…………………..........…… You
Promised love that with faith, trust, and hope has strengthened to…… Always
Endure. A living energy of love that makes us one ……………….........…..With
The passing of time and changing seasons, I love you ……………......…..All
The more. The flowering blooms with flowing tears and laughter……....My
Whispers of songs between breaths to the beat of your………………........Heart
Wine to quench my thirst with your loving touch ……………………............And
Reaching deep down in my……………………………………………......................Soul
© 8/14/2015
Love That Makes Us One
Contest Name: " End Line Word "
Sponsor: HGarvey Daniel Esquire
(Revised and changed)
O victim of time's rage,
Of today's ill times and age,
Victim of nurtured false image!
O ye much-eulogized Goddess,
Deemed powerful and loving no less,
Few care if ye do or not bless.
If ladles and the like ye wield,
Home-making thrusted as your field,
Ye know, as field it fails to yield.
What power can wield your pots and pans?
Still, ye wield ah what techno yen!
In varied fields ye vie with ken.
And yet, nor are ye much empowered,
Nor yet with due fair respect heard,
Society hast your equity soured.
With a million things to meddle,
Tireless upon a sad saddle,
With what vigour ye still juggle.
O ye Home-maker so handsome,
Look at still your hubby’s ho-hum:
He says: she! She just stays at home!
________________________________
This ode addresses the plight of women at large as so-called home-makers. The last line highlights this. A man, when asked as to what his wife was doing, says, 'she just stays at home! Alas, times change and still stay stagnant!
Ode | 19.12.2019 |
"When quill releases ink and does not miss
A poet’s peaceful abode surpasses bliss." from Connie Marcum Wong's "A Poet's Abode"
Many of Connie’s wonderful poems resonate with me.
I felt we were kindred spirits when I read “Tranquility.”
Oh, the intense love we feel for grandkids, watching them grow!
There’s so much we want for them—so much we want them to know.
We pray that upon each, God’s unique peace He’ll bestow.
The theme of peace and tranquility is also conveyed
in her superb kyrielle “In Praise of God.” Connie displayed
her love of Nature in “Wealth of Spring.” She also revered
the ocean, as expressed in “Ocean Whispers.” Even as the end neared,
she continued writing. To SO many~~she has been endeared!
Connie, well known as the creator of the poetic form
Constanza, was talented and inventive far beyond the norm.
Constanzas by many poets have appeared in Writer’s Digest,
shadowpoetry, and other publications. To me, the best
are right here, on Poetry Soup. With all, I’m impressed.
This form holds the poet to a set of specific guidelines.
It is very popular (I love it), despite the confines:
at least five tercets, eight syllables per line, and a rhyme scheme.
First lines share end rhyme and convey the central theme,
which other lines support. Structure and meaning are supreme.
Though I have moved back and forth
so many times throughout my life
I have forgotten half of all the
many lines i have crossed
And the countless relationships and
friends which I have lost in between to
my own cost
So much so, so many things are barely
dreams without a frame to be seen
though they still remain
In the many space's in my mind that
i have left saved tinged with regret
I just can't let go
Only the faces of the people seemed
to have changed and aged as have I
as time flew bye
Like some of the many places where
I grew up now bring a tear to my eye
when I pass bye
So much so i prefer to take another route
as there is hardly anything left worth revisiting
My memories and childhood home
progress has stole and nothing can replace
the hole that it has left
The old playground and pub where we
met the alley's down which we used to
dart and make our getaway
School and cinema the hospital where
I was born and mother worked the
heavy industry factories that spewed
out latent smoke
The tram line's leading to the underground
with several stop's along it's way has seen
it's day
It's only stand's today as a crumbling monument
in testament to the end of the line a bygone time
It is all so sad and all for what will it or can
it even be explained
Why this was once a thriving living city
in the Ukraine that one day Russian
Armies came and leveled to the ground
This simple fact cannot be changed
though crumbled building can be rebuilt
The oh so many pointless lives and loved
ones lost cannot be brought back
What's done is done it's set in stone
Pile on high the rubble bury the bodies
turn this travesty info a morbid tomb
And curse the God's of War into an
eternal damnation pit and all who
trade and profit from it
For death the only spoil should they be
deemed worthy to inherit and made to pay
Never lest to rest nor forget
A leaf, I sail dream on your life, the stream,
till I reach the sea, your touch I’ll retain.
If you go feral in flood, drown my dream,
I’ll save my heart, won’t let it break in pain.
On flow of passion afloat I’ll remain,
for in your lapping arms I’ll sleep again.
A bird, I fly in your azure, the sky.
When summer storm rushes on charcoal cloud,
if you let it snap my wings, make me cry,
with dry tears my welled emotions I’ll shroud.
In frail nest my longing will stay avowed,
for in your horizon I’ll sing aloud.
A pebble, I toss in your swell, the sea.
When tempest strikes, waves go out of control,
if you crush me, fling in sands of debris,
I’ll search for your sapphire sheen in my soul.
In its splendor I’ll again become whole,
on the shore of your heart I want to roll.
If you grind my heart I’ll spring a surprise,
plucking love for you from the dust I’ll rise.
Posted : May 16, 2019
Contest : Urban Sonnet
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
Rhyme : checked on rhymezone.com
Syllable count : 10 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
June 19, 2020
Contest : Write A Poem About Enthusiasm
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
12/30/15
It's prime time
And the difference is seperated by a fine line
Hello
All these fellows
Softer than marshmallows
Your girl keeps trying to stick to me like velcro
And continues shaking that booty like jello
This is just a demo
In case you didn't get the memo
Not against it but am very unfamiliar with techno
And flamenco
At the expo
Met mo' girls wearing stilettos
Then left those premises with one around each elbow
Later on felt like Gordon Gecko
As I passed a petco and began to head home
Down the next road
Just like that, presto
A sudden new perspective after passing an old and withered meadow
I suddenly stopped to burn some endo
From Mendo
And then found a memento
Had lots of pasta with pesto
Started coolin' and felt pretty mellow
Until these fools started being yellow
Began a trek so
I could have my intellect grow
Inside and above areas known to have an echo
By: Dalton Ogletree
Finding a true friend is very rare
Someone who'll always be there
Through the good times and the bad
Is something I've never had
I was lied to every day
It's the price I had to pay
Just to feel friends were in my life
Never knowing how the strife
Of these false relationships
Would cause me to fall and trip
Into a routine that would
Not be turning out so good
As every friendship I've encountered
Led me to a path that always pointed
To my heart breaking each time
I met someone down the line
That I thought would not be fake
It was more than I could take
Hoping one day I could finally
Open up my eyes and truly
See a friend that wont leave me
In destructive misery
Wishing on stars every night
Then one sunny happy light
Shined on me because I found
Myself on a solid ground
Full of a brighter outlook
Finding loyal friends on facebook
(“Creation Myth Merit Badge”, 2016, original oil)
Death Cult In Our Midst
There is a death cult in our midst
Some you can tell, many you can’t
Until they open their mouths
And out comes the hate for Life
And cheering on of Death.
Everywhere you look you can see the cult
Online, on TV, in movies and games
Where death and destruction
Is glorified and normalized
And you score points and win
When you kill.
The line between fantasy and reality
Thus blurred and/or erased
Leaves US where we are today
Broken and divided
Fearful and emboldened.
What does tomorrow bring?
More death
The cult dreams, whispers, chants and sings.
More death
Until only the pure remain.
(9/15/25)