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Forlorn Hope
Poetic Form: Sonnet
Divined amassed, thinly advance their scope
bloodlines warrant one soul's intended quest
persuades enhanced history, constants hope
pastoral guides sculptors essence is blessed
Readiness spurs insights, smoothing passion
unforeseen tests that fool-hearted, not them
their unbidden stare on death's face, cash in
pushed e'er determined, tensing a rose stem
Unchecked horses, intrepid horsemen burst
barrage relents as foe feared those affirmed
lurked rears castle shadows most accursed
chance lights an afront darken all confirmed
Bold few opinions charged submits warlords
fruition won swords gained Heaven rewards
2021 May 08
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (May 18): Judged 2021 May 18
~~Brian Strand
*2nd Place*
This or That, Vol 2
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2021 May 13
*HMS checked 10 syllables x 14 lines.
He speaks of sunken treasure
Draws maps to fortunes you may find
He writes it boldly as to where it may lie
Taking pleasures in his masculine pride
A gentleman cultivated in artistry
Loving lavishly he knowingly struts
Boosting his flirtatious ego
His moves, planned, calculated
To arise primal pumping blood
Eyes that manipulate and conspire
Until your dreams become endless desire
He breathes a burning fire
Embers embedded within
Unsuspected your caught within his grasp
Words uttered to ensnare
He persuades you in a game of trust
Leads you into passion and lust
Making you believe in sunken treasures
01/09/15
thanks to PD for the inspiration to write this poem.
In the shadows, beneath the darkness
Hides a whisper of silent heartbreak
Reflecting mourning that rises within
Where there is little more than a breath
Of melancholy that persuades my spirit
To listen to the music echoing inside
As I dance to the colors of God’s verses
Ending the pain, the sorrow and grief
The longing for a moment of reprieve
In the silhouette of a happy hope
Lingers a feeling of joy so tantalizing
It mirrors the grace found in the soul
Who knows that their worth is realized
In their relationship with God above
The One who gives the answer to all
The prayers they have spoken to Him
With the assurance that He will bring
Answers that color the heart in relief
In the hues of sapphire faith and grace
There lives a million moments of longing
For the chance to reach out to someone
With inspiration, encouragement, assurance
That the light of love lingers on in the one
Who listens to the scripture’s blessings
And smiles with a hint of peace and fulfillment
Found inside the heart and soul of those
Who know God is always in control of it all
In the light, beneath the glowing insight
Shrouds a sense of reassurance that comes
From knowing that there is wisdom and strength
In the kindness that God gives His children
There is sincerity and warmth within the one
Who carries the Word to those who need to know
God is alive… He thrives and survives
Every loss, each problem, every difficulty
He lives to give His children the gift of true love
An open window frames a scene
Compelled obsession’s wistful sway
A metaphor imbues my dream
Entranced a moth, in porch lights gleam
Around it flits, a cruel ballet
An open window frames a scene
With you at night, the same routine
Your heart within a glass display
A metaphor imbues my dream
Unaware the faux flame's scheme
A driven urge the moth replays
An open window frames a scene
With fettered will and pull extreme
Your gravity of soul persuades
A metaphor imbues my dream
The glass I stroke as slumber weans
In crushing heat I fall away
An open window frames a scene
A metaphor imbues my dream
Darkness of Sturm und Drang
Darkness of Sturm und Drang
When you gotta fight with your own fated yarn
Dark persuades your shadow
Sheds your mortal mass
And gore inscribes the merciless nights
Sins like gems carved in my chest
Crucify me
I'll resurrect; soon, sooner!
Darkness of Sturm und Drang
Erupts like the lava
Gushed out to reach the penniless heart
Wide on those paddy fields
And lunar eclipse ornate the ether
Sprog witnesses the colleen in greyed
On branches she keeps swinging
Haunting the critters at bay
He sincerely heeds to her yarn each night
And nap in her lap!
A laptop lightens my mood,
Yet persuades me to be rude.
It’s always told what to do,
Yet in my mind it breaks through.
An iphone aids in stalling
During moments of squalling
Yet no one cares about that,
As everyone likes to chat.
The laptop is my teacher
If it’s not a poor creature
Yet the same bloke is flagrant
If common sense is vacant.
The iphone is my brother
If us two works together
Yet it would be my medium
If my life’s filled with tedium.
Thus, both souls need your utmost
In shaping the world we boast
If you want a great service
Thus? No need to be nervous!
Posted on 5th April 2023
Name of contest: Write A Jueju-Qijue Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name: Emile Pinet
The Heart of The Edifice
In the midst of the forest
Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine,
and brush is the thickest
Standing so tall and blissful
Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art
A rock structure that use to be the heart
Of the edifice where long time recurrence
Of lives that lived with endurance
The, hiss, crackling fire persuades
Warm comfort
From a chilly cold winter day,
Or soaked from the hard pounding rain
That chills to the bone
The scents of smoke, mixed with spice food,
Coffee, and bread cooking in a cast iron Dutch oven
Now habitat of nature's small creatures
A rock structure that use to be the heart of the edifice
Standing so tall and blissful
In the midst of the forest
Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine, and brush is the thickest
Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art
1/2/2014
There is something about the gal who means everything to me
Something about her face absolutely lovely
Something when she whispers in my ear
Something when she hugs me and calls me dear
When we go out at night
She is such a beautiful sight
A lady through and through
Whose her lucky fella, you know who
Her smile endears me
Her hugs cheer me
Her kiss slays me
Her love persuades me
To be her man
Hand in hand
Lovers understand
Something so special
Something so wild
Something so hot
Something with style
Anything is hers for I'm her guy she loves, wants and needs
Something about that gal
Who means everything, everything, everything...
to me...
The world persuades us to go faster
never to settle for an average speed
but eventually faster puts us off the road
proving nothing good comes from greed
The fast pace of life takes enjoyment
far far away taking out the good
the beautiful scenery you've missed
flashes past you as it has stood
Where are you going in life?
do you actually know at all?
to know the sense of all this
watch out you've missed the call
As well as the sense of your way
there's also why this is to be
going so fast too difficult to stop
no matter your machinery or the fee
Learn to regulate your pace
in common with life's expectation
what's life really doing for you?
turn your throttle for real motivation
(Quote:
Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.')
- Eddie Cantor (1892- 1964)
Trees In Spring
Beneath the trees, gazing up, I see
Branches reaching skyward, sprouting leaves,
Filtering rays through the canopy
That cause my eyes to blink breathlessly
From the mosaic, prism colour scheme.
The scenic vista is dynamic
And pleasing to absorb spring’s hypnotics.
These vascular plants drink nourishment
And utilize the sun’s energy
In the process of photosynthesis.
The reality of perception’s direction
Persuades self-effacing resignation
From biased human disposition
With artistic interpretation.
“I pray nature forgives my trespassing!”
Trees in spring of natural beauty
Whose subliminal message I can’t dismiss.
“Human intrusion has been devastating!”
Unwarranted greed condones desecrating
Tangible living poetry in motion.