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The mountain stream chisels a valley
As narrow as the neck of a swan
The water dancing down in musical cascades
Crashing on the rocky ledges
Splashes silvery drops spiraling high.
They carry the expression
The stream proffers to the rock and to the sky.
The water rushing down the vale in a torrent
Rolling on pebbles strewn on the bed
Sings an endless song of divine jubilation.
It carries the expression
The stream proffers to the pebbles and to the vale.
A magnolia tree stands straight in the valley
Green as the emerald water of deep sea
The leaves dancing in the rippling breeze
Falling softly on the ground
Whisper autumn tunes to dew-tipped grass.
They carry the expression
The tree proffers to the breeze and to the grass.
The buds unfurl the petals in sunshine
Like dream-laden eyelids after deep sleep
Splatter pollens in the spring air
Enticing the flitting butterflies.
They carry the expression
The flowers proffer to the air and to the butterflies.
The verdant valley is full of expression
In search of a poet to write a poem
On the mountain stream that cascades
Around the magnolia tree shedding autumn leaves
On the flowers of spring alluring the butterflies
For you to laud the beauty and be charmed by rhythm.
The moonlight floods the alley
In a romantic mist as mystic as the secret of heart
The young couple in the flood of light
Looks in each other’s eyes of dreams
The touch of love makes the silence play violin.
It carries the unspoken words
The couple says to the dreams and to the silence.
The street lamp lights the alley in moonless night
With the glow as soft as the touch of spring zephyr
A mother walks carrying her child on her lap
Like an angel through the heavenly cloud.
The child makes sound the mother understands
The kiss mother gives touches the heart child feels.
They carry the words
The child says in sound and the mother says in a kiss.
The alley is full of words
In search of a poet to write a poem
On the young couple in the moonshine
On the mother walking with the child on her lap
For you to grasp the emotion and be enthralled by lyric.
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April 24, 2022
Contest : Poem On Poetry Muse
Sponsored by : Beata Agustin
Unassailable purity, a cognition divine of venerated mind,
Proffers promise inviolable, beneficence sacred aligned,
With force invincible emanating from goodwill of heart
Forming precepts impeccable, teachings benevolent impart.
Purity of thought and action~ a worthy and righteous goal,
Resounds indomitable from kindred voice of resolute soul;
A heavenly call of compassion, extolling sanctity of love,
Lifting tenor of gloomy dawns~ soothing refrains of dove.
Unassailable purity in life, a road map of directions to hope,
Sacrosanct are its valiant acts, vowing ceaselessly to cope,
Performing with mighty resolve, deeds inducing pride;
Serving humbly as invisible hand of irreproachable guide.
Assisting destitute is the sermon, tolling bells of prayer,
Beckoning the weary, indigent, to shelter and welfare;
Comforting grief of despair with words enlightened, aware,
Consoling cry of nothingness, bequeathing love and care.
It exemplifies within her selfless smile, purity of her eyes,
Reassuring her children, bliss of mother’s love never dies;
Its rectitude unassailable, eternal as the reign of time,
A gift precious, paramount to life~ ethereal and sublime.
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Turning daydreams into amorous fairytale
Of endeavors esoteric smitten passions unveil,
Sketching emotions, fantasies ecstatic ignite,
Threading themes, musings-intimate write,
Embroidering bliss upon tapestries of mind,
Bedecking realm heavenly, destiny designed,
Rejoicing springs roaming on fragrant breeze,
Sailing blue seas, summer’s aspirations seize,
Exultant in notions of love, autumn weaves,
Choreographing dance of falling gold-leaves,
Luring besotted eyes fixating on moonlit skies,
Vying impulses-romantic, fervid moods surmise,
Rhapsodic in elation, aglow in stellar delight,
Hypnotizing minds caressing proffers of night,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
Culminating in sweet rendezvous desires plea
Threading intimate fantasies for you and me.
Sensuous as a kiss, gift of romantic dreams,
Your essence I feel as you tiptoe stealthily
Alluring sensibilities, revealing amorously
Silken ruby lips sparkling on work of beauty
Embellishing tiny dimples upon rosy cheeks;
Oh! the mystical you, loving you is euphoric.
Unannounced you titillate my life’s revelry
Mellifluous alike spring’s giggling streams
Occupying me happily on perilous journey
Lending your hand when I am trekking hills,
Jubilant visage of my life’s pristine prairies~
An enchanting emissary of proffers amatory.
When I asked a favor from a lonesome night~
Despondent, starless gloom of moonless skies
Clamoring earnestly to speed-forward time
So, bearing Venus high, the dawn could arrive;
There you stood fondly, donning flirty smile
Mesmerizing amiably in hypnotic hazel eyes.
Ah! what a bliss it is, in your endearing glee
When moments of joy life’s upheavals steal,
My darling I so adore you~ real as imagined
For you never fail to answer my every plea,
Questing realm of ecstasy elated you spree
Amid riveting reveries thrilling my fantasies.
October 6, 2021
Placed 1st: “R” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme chosen: Romantic
Queen Elizabeth I
A ll things are as it may, beckons a queendom of two faiths,
B orrowed Boleyn's "B" blue brocade the better choice made,
C ancer claims the spring, agrees with the passage of her sister,
D elves to part the heavens anew throne, amidst assassins, lurking
E ffervescent Elizabeth surrenders calmly a surreal destiny,
F orward justice by the will of grace, and a whimsical gestured cloaked puddle
G reat be her ascension not quiet to title claimed by Mary,
H eretics purged sweetly returns, catholicism stands down
I n a realm of stories a chapter freshens a protestant queen
J oyfulness echoes chambered walls, as a parley of power slithers
K ing bequeathed in a woman's dress, as a pence-less nation recovers
L ustrous gems befall righteously, as Spanish gold doubloons are pirated
M en neath ruffles maneuvering positions placates a capricious court
N orfolk his grace whose days are numbered for treason, pride begs none
O nly wisdom and loyalty keep heads secured, within a fickled court
P alace breeds a treacherous bedfellow, proffers an end worse than death
Q ueen banished him to seclusion as a fading insignificant consequence,
R ewards Drake, Raleigh and others from a grateful empire as her saviors
S aves her empire whilst arrogant Philip of Spain loses his in humility,
T enders Raleigh to his Virginia pretense in her name,
U nsettling execution of Mary Queen Of Scots, in harm's way, opens floodgates
V ersed in archery and horseback riding ascertains her birthright,
W ell endowed in the role of the sciences versus human endeavors,
X enial role model for women, mirrors removal tames loose tongues
Y ields to her title as the Virgin Queen, as her treasury is restored by the West
Z eal was her marriage to England, strengthen via the bogs of Ireland
2020 February 07
*1st Place*
ABECEDARIAN CONTEST
~~Caren Krutsinger
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT G any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
THE GLASS EGO
The jaded heart doth stop and start,
posed on a weak pretense.
Assured in self beyond the pale,
a peacock on the fense.
It proffers not romantic end,
and does so on the sly.
Corrupted deep and long ago,
a snake with stalking eyes.
Alone in love or solitude,
it strikes without a thought,
like cornered beast compelled to fight,
it's destiny was wrought.
To run and play another day,
a front with which to hide.
This fated heart's not set apart,
the pain's pushed deep inside.
A wall too high for eagles' eyes
ensures a sightless plight.
A heart so blind the light offends,
oft crashes in the night.
The toughest fight oft fought within
twixt truth and darkest past.
Forged in the fires of fear and hate,
an ego made of glass.
“As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are.
Otherwise you will miss most of your life.”
– Siddhartha Gautama
Be where you are in present time
no matter what your circumstance.
Let life herald a vernal chime
to announce its boundless expanse.
Focus on your surroundings to
be where you are in present time.
The beauty is most brilliant
when your presence is in its clime.
Eat, drink, and view, all in full-time.
Life proffers fortunes if you can
be where you are in present time.
Be 'now', forget where you began.
Treasures spill before you as gold
but not from ill-begotten crime.
Live the precise instant you hold.
Be where you are in present time.
The mountain stream chisels a valley
Crystal water dances down in musical cascades
Crashing on the rocky ledges
Splashes silvery drops spiraling high.
They carry the cadenced expression
The stream proffers to the rock and to the sky.
A magnolia tree stands straight on the valley side
The leaves dancing in the rippling breeze
Fall subtly on the ground
Whispering autumn tunes to dew-tipped grass.
They carry the lyrical expression
The tree proffers to the breeze and to the grass.
The verdant valley is full of expression
In search of a poet to write a poem
On the mountain stream that cascades
Around the magnolia tree shedding autumn leaves
For you to be beguiled by their beauty
And be charmed by the rhythm.
The moonlight floods the alley
A young couple in the amorous shine
Looks in each other’s dreaming eyes
The touch of love makes silence play violin.
It carries the unspoken words
The couple says to the dreams and to silence.
The street lamp lights the alley in moonless night
A mother walks like an angel with her child on lap
The child makes sound the mother understands
The kiss mother gives touches the heart child feels.
They carry the mute words
The child utters in sound and the mother says in kiss.
The alley is full of words
In search of a poet to write a poem
On the young couple in the moonshine
On the angelic mother walking with her child
For you to perceive their emotion
And be enthralled by the lyric.
______________
August 15, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Two scores and more years back, as I recall,
I find my left elbow pounding with pain
Mere bending it when turned a task no small,
And left me clueless for the cause for strain.
As unknown to us seasons oft set in
Early or late till one day forced are we
To tune unto change unwilling or keen,
But more than pain, impending plight peeved me.
The medic I met, cooler than what came
And surer more, called it tennis elbow,
To my protest, not having played the game,
He shrugged and left to leave me watch him go,
But turned: beware fame just follows my name,
Call it by any name, it’d pain the same.
If pain it’d all the same, I better plug
In, listen to him, alleviate my pain
And leave his door like unseasonal rain,
Took his drug list as if were a bad bug.
Pain persisting, gaining intensity,
The devil in doc felt vindicated,
Looking kind, stern-eyed still, nodded at me,
Happy to see his patient defeated.
Over-ruled, rebel on knees, out elbowed,
Bowed to submission, folding my sleeve
I submit, wait for explanation owed,
He looks up a grievous verdict to give:
There’s no escape if seed is duly sowed,
Yield to what pain proffers, plead no reprieve.
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Crown of sonnets | 03.11.2012, revised July 2023|
Poet’s note: Here are sonnets I and II of a sequel of ten sonnets constituting one single poem called a crown of sonnets. The last line of the preceding sonnet is repeated as the first line of the next sonnet, but not verbatim; nor is the first line of the first sonnet is repeated as the last line of the tenth as is. The sestets are either a quartet and a couplet or two sets of three-lined Terza Rima. Hurt is the place from where light enters, and it did, I realized after my long-drawn medical treatment.
The mountain stream chisels a valley
as narrow as the neck of a swirling swan.
The water dancing down in concerto of cascades,
crashing on the rocky ledges,
splashes silver drops spiraling like ballerina.
They carry the poetic expression,
the stream proffers to the rock and to the sky.
The water rushing down the vale in a torrent,
rolling on the polished pebbles strewn on the bed,
sings an endless song of divine jubilation.
It carries the poetic expression,
the stream proffers to the pebbles and to the vale.
Magnolia trees line the slant slopes of the valley,
green as the emerald waters of the deep sea.
The aureate leaves dancing in the rippling breeze
fall softly rustling on the ground,
whisper the autumn tunes to the dew-crowned grass.
They carry the poetic expression,
the trees proffer to the breeze and to the grass.
The moonlight sequins flood the alley
with romantic mist as mystic as the secrets of heart.
For the young couple drowned entranced in dream
the touch of love makes the silence play violin.
It carries the unwritten lyrics,
the couple says to the dreams and to the silence.
As the street lamp lights the alley in moonless night,
in its glow as soft as the touch of the spring zephyr,
a mother walks like an angel through the heavenly cloud,
carrying her child on her tender arms.
The child’s vague voice only the mother understands,
the kiss she gives touches the heart the child feels.
These are metamorphosed verses,
the child echoes and the mother says in a kiss.
From the sprouting emotions bloom the fervor buds
under the convivial canopy of subtle sensitivity,
casting heavenly colors on the poet’s psychic canvas.
As the twilight sequesters sonorous silence in stalled time,
the poetry of life flows under the star-studded sky
with the fluid passion rhythmically sequined.
The winds of imagination blows through the mindscape,
raising the dust of dormant sentiments unbound,
turning them into a surging storm of creative urge.
On its wings flies with afflatus the poet profound.