Long Plenitude Poems
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Streets of Solitude
Along the streets of solitude
I stroll alone but not lonely
As musings in my mind are brewed
On the roads I tread down slowly.
Along the streets of solitude
I weave threads of thoughts as my friends
And I vision the multitude
As souls of one race -- as human.
Along the streets of solitude
I loiter to gaze at milkweeds
Fully in bloom with fortitude
And spreading on the ground their seeds.
Along the streets of solitude
I wander to hear sparrows` songs
And offer to them gratitude
For their free music all day long.
Along the streets of solitude
I saunter to relish whispers
Of leaves of trees on altitude
As dews on grasses do glister.
Along the streets of solitude
I ramble to inhale fresh air
And my morning stroll to conclude
With aim of nature`s bliss to share.
Along the streets of solitude
I connect with my inner self
To survey in full plenitude
The inner light within myself.
Along the streets of solitude
I long to spill the sands of time
In the wombs of deep quietude
When my knell of the bell does chime.
Forcefully flung fast frolic fountain
from deep core in chasm of mountain,
grey grave gravels to entertain.
Stiff cliff up on high altitude
Water falling in plenitude.
Splattering splintering solitude
Vivacious spirited spring.
Lovely water droplets to sing.
Jingle bells of pebbles to ring
.
Gorgeous fall immense intense
oozes, cascades in opulence
deserving respect reverence.
Ceaseless downpour in joy and spree
sprinkling aqua drops in glee
Lively waterfall dancing free.
PANORAMA
Above verdant valley, grassy..
White clouds on cerulean sky.
Placid pellucid ambient.
Plants, herbs, shrubs glistening glossy.
Gorgeous green to magnify.
Panorama looking descent.
Blue stream flowing on ecstasy.
Beauty and charm to specify.
Propagating magnificent.
Blue-green-lavendar ! Fantasy
Enchanting colours to apply.
Nourished by Nature : Nice, nascent.
Sensed serene sublime solitude.
Nature offered in plenitude.
WALES TO ME
Wales to me is my dreamland never seen,
Yet as heard and read, senses glisten.
My imagism shimmering in sheen.
I wish to have a glance,
If I could get a chance!
Wales to me with charms of mountain range
Astounding enchanting standing strange.
Nice Nature is careful to arrange.
I wish to have a glance,
If I could get a chance!
Wales to me with alluring blue beach
Sea waves roar, thrash on shore in high pitch
Wavy designs on wet sand to stitch.
I wish to have a glance,
If I could get a chance!
Wish to visit Wales in solitude
observing Nature in plenitude
to know the verisimilitude
I wish to have a glance,
If I could get a chance!
07/03/20
Fourth Place
'Wales ' Contest by Julia Ward
OCTOBER PANTOUM
Rufous luster of Autumn on October allures assures romance under azure sky.
Celtic seasonal festival Samhain proclaims completion of harvest in plenitude.
Treats-tricks at Halloween Eve October Thirty First welcoming Winter to enter.
Bonfires to lit blazing aflame warding off evil spirits, driving dreadful devils.
Celtic seasonal festival Samhain proclaims completion of harvest in plenitude.
Carving, painting fleshy pumpkin to win in Halloween Party at mystique night,
Bonfires to lit blazing aflame warding off evil spirits, driving dreadful devils.
Clad in pitch black, glad in mud mask, mad to outsmart scary sinful sick souls.
Carving, painting fleshy pumpkin to win in Halloween Party at mystique night.
Treats-tricks at Halloween Eve October Thirty First welcoming Winter to enter.
Clad in pitch black, glad in mud mask, mad to outsmart scary sinful sick souls.
Rufous luster of Autumn on October allures assures romance under azure sky.
10/07/19
First Place
'Poet's October Pantoum' Contest by William Kakaula
'Strand Special 5' Contest by Brian Strand
Now is the time of reaping and abundance.
Now a time of preparation for winter's frozen scarcity.
The sun hangs low in autumn skies,
and foggy veils obscure the view.
In Spring, when all was fresh and new,
an all together different hue of innovation:
summer's promise budding in anticipation.
Green newness bursting with naivety.
As time ticks by and lives march on just like the seasons;
the spring of youth and childhood innocence
give way to lusty languid summers of prosperity.
A gathering of experience in autumn,
which leads to winter's wizened wisdom.
Make it not a season of discontentment,
but a time of rich reflection on lives well spent.
A time of joy not isolation,
Make this is a time of plenitude for all for whom we care.
Help us make this winter time a time of hope
not helplessness; and a time when grace is all we share.
For now is the time of reaping and abundance.
Written in tribute to William Wordsworths 'Daffodils'
Earth’s mantle slowly turns from white to green
As born of winter’s womb new life begins
Shoots grow, restoring colours to the scene
To herald Mother Earth’s awakening,
Who on arising casts off winter’s throw
Enlivened by the warmth of the sun’s first glow
Her wakening is welcomed by the trees
Who’ve stood for so long bleak against the sky
They feel her sweet caress within the breeze
That spirals ‘tween each branch as she goes by,
Boughs which once were barren, cold, and grey
Now blossom, as within her arms they lay.
The plenitude of Mother Earth abounds
As nature’s kisses fall in April showers
Rejuvenating seeds, laying dormant underground
Bringing forth a myriad of blossoming flowers,
Land once covered by a veil of white
Is now a mass of colour, fresh and bright
Fields and woodland brim with new creation
Who give thanks to Mother Earth for all her gifts,
Birds upon the wing sing exultations
As winter’s deep depression finally lifts
The last remaining shadows, eclipsed now by the sun
A sonorous proclamation that spring, at last, has come.
When in poverty wallows the multitude
One of sharing should be our attitude
But do not ever count it as our magnitude
For each one is heir to God's plenitude
Do not hoard wealth more than we need
Or merely to satisfy our enormous greed
From our abundance, when the poor we feed
From the clutches of selfishness we'll be freed
When many around us weep and wail in gloom
And perish under poverty’s inescapable doom
We are bound to share to help them bloom
Or else God the giver of riches, in anger will fume
Do whatever we can to help those in urgent need
So that we’ll be happier and better persons indeed
From fatal falls and deep scars of life, many bleed
Our kind words and actions can their wellness speed
November. 8. 2022
Rotate Consciousness Polarity Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
From Adam and Eve to 8 billion people
What a wave from just a ripple
Finally claim is laid on all lands
Does it mean more brains and hands
To have all done and much made
And still have many with whom to trade?
To be fruitful and multiply
The present day does testify
Will this gain be a pain
Will the earth bring forth enough to sustain
Only until we put to the test
Why scarcity in the east and waste in the west
Nations and armies glory in the multitude
To work, build and amass into plenitude
The more the merrier for the meaning of unity
Their terror to the adversary is almost immunity
But none of these recall while in their droves
How the Lord's time and chance shoves
Long live and many descendants
Is to us great blessing and to God many remnants
May the increase of the earth fold as we are
May the testimony of our lives ring near and far
For God's Will is not in any way made somber
If faith is found in the hearts of this much a number
K. Muitherero
Listen closely and hear spring’s beautiful sonata.
It comes to sweep the winter’s gloom away.
It is the cheerful singing of the robin
and the birds from the south returning
to greet the splendid season of rebirth.
Hear it in the flitting of the butterflies
and in Zephyr’s whispers falling on your skin.
Hear it in the drone of the honeybees,
in the rush of rills, and in
the pattering of rain from April’s showers.
Sight, sound, taste and smell combine in spring’s sonata.
Clouds swirl pink and meadow flowers bloom
in breezes of enchantment.
Hearts melt and sing along with it.
Thoughts ripple to its tune with new-found hope.
Oh, to smell fruit trees’ blossoms swaying in the wind;
leaves turned green and grasses swaying too.
Souls wish to dance to the many sights and sounds.
Bluebells seem to ring, and tulips bend in many hues.
Even polliwogs undulate in ponds to spring’s sonata.
Buttercups lie brightly underneath
a plenitude of honeyed rays dripping from the sun.
Inhale the fragrance of spring’s sonata.
Taste its rain and view its iridescent bow
that stretches as a promise across God’s azure skies.