Long Propel Poems
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*Image of Couple Love Nature by Pixabay*
Splendor In The Grass
Humbly, I forage nigh the Irish springs,
In earnest quest of a four-leaf clover,
Augments my spirit a bit of luck brings,
A rainbow bridge where love can crossover.
Lucent fairies wand dreams magically,
As waxen clasped wick gifts a spark inflame,
Said be true interludes that passion be,
Deep within vessels for lovers to claim.
Moist arrow tips with a potion of lure,
Propel assuredly for patient hearts,
Pierce beating veins and ignite the amour,
Serenade a moonlit dance, hope imparts.
Guesswork fumbles in broad daylight splendors,
As nightfall conspire diverse stargazers.
2019 November 28
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1093
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 21
*3rd Place*
Love Me Like You Mean It
~~Julie Leigh Rodeheaver: Judged 2020 January 20
*HMS & RZ
Rubin’s Cup
Rested in conclusion that water vessels cast push pull as they propel
the motions’ notion from confusion’s stagnant nightmares
into another settling day of canyons’ crevices in mid-day tinges
she searches an attic of mindful antics antiques anticipation
restores all crayons of the rainbow’s might progresses colours from
within the lines proceeds to shade the shadows that await
outside her channelled tracks paints transfigures Rubin’s cup to faces
collaborates collaterals and relishes in wondrous ambiguity
July 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 1-5
Key Verse – Isaiah 1:18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR INVITING US TO COME TO HIM
Praise be to God for inviting us to come to Him, enjoying His:
Compassion of nurturing care
Comfort along His nestling caress
Creation for our nature’s consecration
Cheerfulness and His nourishing calmness
Counsel as well as His nursing chastisement
Isaiah 2:5 Praise be to the Lord
for enabling us to walk in His light:
Blest by His Word
Braced upon His ways
Beaming with His wisdom
Blazing through His worthiness
Blooming along His work against worldliness
Isaiah 3:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
standing up to:
Pull us toward His protection
Push us for His plan by His power
Propel us purposefully along His pursuit
Prod us through His provisions for progress
Perfect us for His praise as we persevere by His prosperity
Isaiah 4:4 Praise be to the Almighty for
washing our filth of:
Self-glory along His sacrifice-suffering
Self-righteousness by His salvation-surety
Self-fulfillment around His security-shelter
Self-sufficiency with His satisfaction-source
Self-reliance through His strength-sturdiness
Isaiah 5:19 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for counselling us for our:
Restoration midst His revival
Renewal in our reproof and rebuke
Righteousness along our repentance
Rejuvenation for our responsive reckoning
Reformation with reproduction’s replenishment. Amen!
July 28, 2024
On mountaintops I’d sing the verses of my poetry
under the umbrella of a starry night’s full moon
stand at a podium overlooking the vast blue sea
in foreign tongues half ad lib and half reciting
I’d stand up tall and clear my voice
so I could project as loud as loud can be
I’d find the words to move both earth and sea
as well as depths of every human heart and soul
I’d talk of love sympathy and kinship
a lot about peace and compassion
I’d promote the many healing benefits
of forgiveness and understanding
I’d dig deep to portray the imagery
that would move mankind to tears
I’d find a way like never done before
to propel my witty rhymes emphatically
I’d aim to capture life in all its glory
wisely encapsulate bold message
scattered by every earthly wind
for it to travel over land and sea
If all goes according to my plan
the universe would be rid of wars
cruel bitterness and disillusion
no more hurts or disappointments
My epic poem of everlasting love
would be my heartfelt legacy
launched to you the world from me
a most extravagant display of fireworks
while checking out I’d curtsy left and right
and to all bid a fond adieu ~
Read on air by invitation ~ April 14, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on March 20, 2022 for contest YOUR PEACE MESSAGE TO THE WORLD sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - RANKED 1ST
on July 17, 2020 for contest IF THIS WAS MY LAST POETRY CONTEST POEM sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
The sensitive brilliance of a lighted flame.
Yet, filled by vitality, will spark and inflame.
I had been ashes, encouraged by your presence.
At first, faint flares, yet before long propel us.
Utterly, we were talented to a calm rumble.
I was interested in the brilliant shade fettle.
Applauds such warm and compassionate eyes.
I don't cognize how you'll harm me in disguise.
Love sprouts as auld as the roses bloom in June.
The gathering happiness under the halcyon moon.
The people of yore wrote in regards to romance.
We were unable to strive to conceal our happiness.
The fire was quenched by nightfall.
Relics degraded to an opulent sprawl.
Written: October 22, 2021
The queue was long, fifty or so,
Spacesuits donned, ready to go.
With wife and son, of ten years old
We await our journey to unfold.
Earths orbit was good, the moon even better,
But Mars signifies the true jet setter.
The craft in the hanger, white and obscene
Larger than any craft I’d ever seen.
The gel like seats programmed to mould,
To any shape or form you wish to unfold.
And a gravity equaliser on board to boot
Working in harmony with your gravity suit.
The craft will propel via the repellent field,
protected of course by the ships heat shield.
No sound detected, no smell of the fumes
Until the atomic fusion produces a subsonic boom.
It’s 30 days and the orbit is reached
Through cryogenic state, our rest is not breached.
The planet below is a sight so immense
As the shuttles descent keeps us all in suspense.
There it is, a majestic city in lights,
Incoming shuttles, so many flights.
Visors lowered, to protect from the sun
Cold to the touch, before the gloves are put on.
A city of forests and huge water falls,
A man made miracle with customary malls.
The ultimate holiday to tick off the list.
Human exploration not to be missed.
I sense tomorrow is the future- Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Sheri Fresonke Harper
Date - 8th October 2019
Standing alone, over grasses and cone
Your dream is blown
Sunshine that touches my skin, wet or dry,
Your word I woe
Waiting alone over dried leaves and tone
Your soul unshown
One sunset you appeared as a crow
Standing on my toe
You kept on picking on me as I blow
Your beak so low
Fierce winds jilting you away
Solitary here I stay
Your wings propel you towards me
Your heart that twig and sow
Breath from the ocean you draw and pray
Husky voice you say...
"I will rise and fall like a crow on hay
for you I'll stay!"
"Story of two lost souls separated by time,
represented by a male bird
and a white female statue."
(Prosebite)
When I listen to Eminem I purr at his work,
it perks me up.
I'm then lured to write some words
and create a new verse,
that's rife without purpose.
No clichés are surplus,
and I've no nerves on the surface.
It's just an urge that occurs
wanting me to nurse to life a rhyme
as my digits tingle and fidget for playtime,
ready to mingle, in the meantime my brain feels no limit.
Set out in a stride that flows like the tide under bridges,
with a strive to blow minds and entangle sublime rhymes,
that I interwine between the lines leading in time
to a chorus that I hope to be glorious.
Set with the wind in my sails
and a drive that supplies the hammer and nails,
that wield together a motorised thought weapon,
with a complex that threatens,
to propel me like witchcraft
as I spell to fast
with the sails at full mast,
catching wind that's pushing this raft
and blasting through my mind as I draft
both good and daft rhymes.
Which seem easy and slide through peasy,
thanks to the greasy ease of a motion that doesn't freeze,
but travels at crazy speeds that please me.
It's not the work of a degree,
it just gives critics and plaudits a read
that they can witness
with it's dense intense thickness.
I don't care if it's rubbish
it's not written to be published.
I just like how my left hand smudges the ink,
as there's no time for it to dry as I rapidly think.
I just let it flow
and I know
like the tip of my nose
or the nails on my toes,
that it's simplistic
and explicit,
no need to be drastic
and complicate it.
I just like to glide like a cable car ride
because I'm able that's why.
I just like wordplay and syllables
that prevent the event of me feeling miserable.
It's just a cure that's what it's written for,
just a rhyme to read once and not once more.
Whispering wings bring to me life’s great news
Heavenly melodious midst sublime muse
Love of God for me will forever stay
To Him I am drawn by His gracious way
Since He owns me, my heart never leaving
Thus, I yield to HIM; steadfastly cleaving.
Whispering wings carry me toward bliss
Beyond mirth of birth cries mothers can’t miss
The Lord with His covenant care seals me tight
Bound by His faithfulness of mercy’s might
To secure me within His fellowship
Thus, I bask in our sweet relationship.
Whispering wings reverberate blest hope
Comforting me while from trials I cope
Almighty Father grants contentment gain
Abounding with sufficiency reign
Satisfying needs by His fulfillments
Vanquishing dearth toward grateful moments.
Whispering wings relay infinite grace
Assuring Christ’s warm presence of truth-brace
Blazing love divine ceaselessly prevails
Passionately quenching hate's wrathful heat
Since His ardent compassion never fails
Intensifying bitterness' defeat.
Whispering wings propel me to soar high
Ascending with faith’s prayer* I do fly
For spiritual meeting with my Saviour
Imparting divine blessed behavior
Toward pursuits of joyous reaching-out
Sharing His peace that echoes praise-filled shout.
*Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
January 14, 2022
5th place, "Whispering Wings" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 1/14/2022.
Fair is a word tossed between us,
quick breaths across wet teeth—
a fleeting agreement that nothing ever is,
except for our burning complexions
beneath the relentless, arid graze of summer sun.
The skin engaged in a heated debate.
But that was a different fair, much like the weather
which, on that day, was not.
The air thickened between us, choking in the scorch,
on the brink of calling it quits.
Then, we reached for each other's hair,
pleaching the fair fringe into a single French plait,
holding the tension steady with every strand—
a silent pact of reconciliation.
Flyaways re-tamed, we resumed our journey,
a fair sojourn toward the next fiery skirmish.
Over orange peels on the dashboard,
amidst a shared coffee, we lost ourselves—
debating whose turn to sip, which turn we missed that day.
Driving faster past the fairground,
children's screams echoed, tossing fares paid
like quarters ablaze in pockets emptied,
desperate for escape onto the open road.
The tollbooth's metallic throat protested with clangs
as change cascaded into the plexiglass bank,
accepting the expense to propel us forward
along the road until the next stop,
on our fairway.