Long Picture prompt Poems
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A brave little knight in the carousel sky
Chose the white horse with his head tossed high
The one who pranced with a warrior's pride
To soar through the clouds where evil foes hide
Above the horizon winds carried his stallion
Harnessing his steed as his cavalry companion
So white was his mane as the billowing clouds
That fluttered in the wind like a silken shroud
Trudging through battles of wars long ago
Over scarred lands of his kingdom below
His fight had no ruin or blemish, he was courageous
The White Knight's crusade was simply to enchant us!
April 4, 2020
Carousel Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
What does he dream going round and round?
Child on a carousel, head in the clouds.
He might talk of the fox caught by his hound;
today he saw angels and he’s heaven-bound.
What does he hope going up and down?
Child on a carousel, head in the clouds.
Some days he’s a king with a golden crown;
he may play tricks, make believe he’s a clown.
~~Building bridges to what the cloud enshrouds.~~
In the next ten years, he'll have ups and downs.
What does he expect of gray clouds?
He will see happiness turn into frowns,
betrayal by best friends, new homes, new towns.
Then in ten more years, he’ll make the rounds.
What does he anticipate of white clouds?
Wife? College? Career? Right now one thing astounds -
he's making memory's bridge on playgrounds.
April 3, 2020
contest: Carousel Picture Prompt Poetry
sponsor: Eve Roper
Around the world in the blink of an eye.
Conquering adventure, for a young child to spy.
Kingdoms of gold and many a magical being.
A world of imagination, limited only by one's dreaming.
Twinkling of illustrations, fiddling of the human mind.
The inner workings of a child's dreamworld begin to unwind.
Castles and dragons, conjured along this fantasy's journey.
Master of this realm, engendering a grand tourney.
The mind of a child is more precious than gold.
Vivid imagery, so much power to behold.
No limitations, an endless chaotic swell.
Infinite unfettered aspirations, a child's magical carousel.
3-24-20
carousel picture prompt poetry contest
sponsored by Eve Roper
Two drifting hearts
pining to be one,
hover on the convergent surge
of the winds of yearning.
Once fused, the primal passion
drives their propulsion,
taking them to the carnal heights
of cosmic longing,
consummated in celestial silence.
At the acme of surreal desire
of magnetic craving,
the private spaces of the two bodies
implode to disappear.
Their mingled souls
then turn into the singularity
suspended in deep outer space
where in astral ballet
they sway entwined.
The blended bodies
of sculpted silhouette,
framed against the diffused glow
of the crescent moon,
float to the edge of nebular clouds,
away from the intangible allure
of the blue planet,
that couldn’t thwart
the space odyssey of love.
January 25, 2020
Contest : Picture Prompt
Sponsor : Brenda Chiri
“The park’s the bestest place I know.
I hope you’ll take me there today.”
Four-year-old Bud would get his way.
His Papa also likes to go
to watch the lively children play.
Bud rushed right to the carousel
and claimed “the horsey I like best.
He’s magic. He’s not like the rest!”
His Papa recollects quite well
his own fun fancies lived with zest.
Bud’s magic horsey comes alive,
not at the park; but many nights,
he takes him on fantastic flights.
Though Magic leaves when dawn arrives,
the daytime holds its own delights.
rhyme scheme: a b b a b c d d c d e f f e f
March 29, 2020, entered in Eve Roper's Picture Prompt Contest placed 3rd
December 3, 2021
entered in the "Z" Contest New or Old--Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
When I look at the world what do I see, I see mankind looking back at me. Some are kind and many are bad, makes me wonder if this crazy world has gone mad. Where are the lost days of love and compassion, seems like helping others is now out of fashion. As I hold the world in my hands, I can clearly see all the different lands. We are all different yet all the same, we need to make love our world claim.
Date Written: 3/6/2020
4 Place Picture prompt Contest Judged: 3/11/2020
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Wrapped ...
In dark wonder
Lost to the moon
In mists of madness
We ...
Are conflagration
You burn my blood
The fiery chaos, coursing
Molten forms in synchronicity
A libidinous engine, erotique
Revving inside you ...
I, the sudoric hand to your glove
Crimson nails rake my chest
You grind me, pestle-on-mortar
Eyes above me rolling back in carnal bliss
I stop, and wait ... teasing
Your gaze returns the moon's delirium
Seeing my vexing grin ...
You squeeze my cheeks like a naughty child
Trembling ... anticipating
Eyes pleading ...
I wait ... building tension ... need
Milking your desire and intensity
And when the want in your eyes is unbearable
I relent, and push you slowly up
Arching with renewed passion and depth
Your hair and soft places lilt
Hypnotizing me ...
Coy, sexy smile ...
Letting me think I'm in control
When we both know
Otherwise ...
Wrapped ...
In dark wonder
Lost to the moon
In mists of ...
US.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Picture Prompt" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Judge & Sponsor.
Quietude endows hushed mystical space
Admonishing words have no role to play—
Look how in solitude its posture bends
Bowing in deference to calming intellect.
Listen to the utterance of wailing heart
Where grieved voices subtly resonate
In stygian echoes of aches and pain
As bawl of mortal life kneels down to pray.
Touch of gifted hands magically illuminates
Enlightenment of soul’s secret message
Setting aside obtuse incredulous images,
Silencing the whims of infuriating regrets.
Glowing in epiphany of truths ornate
Emanating from the heart’s regal reign,
Voice of divinity in conquest reverberates
Winning decisively dissonant arguments.
Gaining wisdom of supreme knowledge,
Free from shackles of ordinary, mundane;
Revelations disarm the earthly laments
Basking in discovery of heavenly solace.
March 2, 2020
Poem of the week on March 8, 2020
Placed 1st: Picture prompt poetry contest
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Placed 2nd: Your Best Free Verse 2020 Poetry Contest
By John Hamilton
The moment our lips meet
my darling we are lost
drifting in the scattered night sky
floating with celestial stars
and spinning planets . . .
silhouettes locked in love's embrace
mingling with the colors of the moon
and you reach up and
capture a sparkling polar star
for us to keep forever
and you whisper in my ear
you are my Venus
my beautiful evening star
________________________
January 4, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/Love's Embrace
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1213-964-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Picture Prompt
sponsor, Brenda Chiri
First Place
Here I sit on Julie's couch
Yeah, I know I've gotten fat
my tummy has become a pouch
I'm not on a diet... I'm a cat!
My black mask is always in place
I used permanent Indian ink
to draw it on my beautiful face
You can't see my eyes when I blink
I'd like a little privacy, if you please
while I'm grooming myself today
If you hang around you may sneeze
when my dander floats your way
Sometimes I chase my fluffy tail
I've heard it said that cats do that
but it's such fun and I never fail
to be victorious in our cat spats
I'm a feline Bandit, and love my home
and Julie is the greatest mom to me
I have no need to wander or roam
I'm right where I'll always want to be
November 7, 2017
Picture prompt contest