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Wow, Autumn!!!
Through picturesque poetry
I can witness your beauteous grandeur
marked by captivating color-change radiance
showcasing what your Season* graciously performs
designed by the Almighty Creator.
Oh, Autumn!!!
I can virtually behold your wrought wonders
shining in every hue’s detail
as glowing leaves of magenta dominate
while boughs of crimson and scarlet sway
midst foliage magnified by maroon shades and orange tints.
Yes, Autumn!!!
Bereft of actual exposure to your marvelous sight
I admit my innocence of your essence
while admiring nature’s revealed pleasure
through your iridescent phenomenon
letting me bask under imaginary florid Fall’s path.
Now, Autumn!!!
Though I yearn for your crisp, chilly breeze
wafting scent of serenity thrill and blissful cheer
my soul is settled, thankful for tropical climate
offering fellowship warmth and faith ardor these rainy days
vanquishing oppressive blows of humidity.
*Ecclesiastes 3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
October 24, 2020
1st place, "Still-Life Autumn" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 10/25/2020.
The revelations of winter pass now,
the captured moments of vertical strife,
the stanchion of paper white birch forests
rigid on the black scratch board of rocky hillock
soon, these markers of winter will be hidden.
The milky froth of frozen ground water with its
watery tresses falling in a downward slashes
passing over grey granite cliffs will disappear.
Brave bits green will spring,
rising succulent and sucking, hungry
as the red tipped maples tonguing the foggy air.
Winter weaned from the austerity of fast.
The still white tombstones marking the hill
will be hidden behind verdant forests of poplar,
beech, maple and rampant evergreen.
Each structural element, each under pinning
pining for the cloak of spring,
craving an end to the cracked and chapped existence,
longing for the robin’s song, and the worm’s rise.
Dreaming of golden dandelions
as the rain tinkles down.
Raindrops falling on windowpane
cloudy grey sky with lightning vein
Upon close look, a lilac hue
and tiny pockets found of blue
Rainy days tempt poets to write
of roses in bloom, stars at night;
of golden leaves as Autumn fades,
or shadows found in dappled shades
Dawn that breaks with pure golden skies,
adds crimson touch as a surprise.
deepened sunset paints scarlet hues,
touch of iris in purple-blues.
Nature's watercolor pages
filled with poems for the ages--
words that poets find to capture
nature's most glorious rapture.
Nature
April 1, 2022
form L-LAY New Poetry Contest
by Constance La France
How Many Syllables.com
FIRST PLACE!
It’s such season. Even during those long and gray rainy days,
in the drought under the scorching sun, and in the storm that visited with the great flood; the bad seed sown in the springtime holds out till his hour has come with teeth clenched, it took the root in the ground deeply and clutched the high wind with its body, limbs, and twigs. But now, time has grown, and it has turned into red to ripen. And fallen onto earth with decay.
It’s the time of end with so much in need of need. For a flag of evil
torn by an abandoned wind has lost its way, and importunate vindictiveness
fades with the fallen leaves which were writhing on earth that grows harder
with the last breath to find a place to dig, nevertheless, there is not even
a drop of water to wet the chapped lips; nevertheless, no one comes
to help close the eyes which are out of focus.
It’s the wretchedness in the rain. In such a solitary hour that even
the setting sun lost its glory. The torn evil flag was going with reciting dirge
to blaspheme God, demolishes the thickened clay wall, struggles desperately,
and set down the coffin of the sorrowful vindictiveness.
It’s the season of tragic Hellenic mythology. There is no way to fill up
the space between wall and wall, and sick fallen leaves tramps through
the other fallen sick leaves, and the sorrowful maternity has to strangle
her own born child to death.
Nibbling a displeased fruit the rain is falling
and the fallen leaves under the foot are collapsing.
PINNACLE
With a piggyback of hopes and dreams, I set forth to reach a peak.
Along bed of roses, rocks and tall sharp weeds, I harvested golden grains of progress. The days and nights rang a wake-up kiss on my head. They told me: "Move on, move on...Don't ever give up..."
There are rainy days on the way. A rain shower teased my climb halting me for awhile. Some so strong, I faltered - gained some wounds. Some directly stabbed my heart. And somehow, sometimes they even knocked my very soul. Although tough thunder tremors shook me, I fought hard to stand still continuing my climb.
Each height I step onto, I came to know moon and stars. Some of them began a war with me. Some of them a veil of fraud. But blessing, most have shed a continuing guiding light. Some hugged me. And wanted me to stay but some pushed and pressured me until I am all like a dripping sponge.
The potpourri situations brought me: a ladder closer to our God. His faithfulness and unfailing love a durable adhesive to my persistence and dreams.
A rainbow after each rain drew a promise of sun-kissed days. They melted the cold lonely years away. They permitted me a walk and run to heavenly meadows. Finally, I reached the pinnacle where grins a forever familiar tale.
(c) Olive Eloisa
2:07pm
October 01. 2012
I have chestnut brown beautiful long hair..................it is not true
The green eyes I inherited from my grandmother`s cat
Always happy and have a nice trilling laugh...............it is not true
I hate being cold and have dense nose...............true
Do not like rainy days....but love the sunshine............that is true
I do not use high-heeled shoes, but should probably used it because I`m only 1.62 tall
I sing so beautiful when I`m in the shower...........not true
Caring, want everything that is good for others...........it`s true
I love chocolate and sweet babies...........yes, there is at least true
Are the angeles on the earth.............true or not true
A red "little woman" car..........it`s my own
If I see a sad movie, or I read something sad.......I cry a little......true
Husband, daughter,son in law,grandchildren and a big dog......that is true
I am me and I do the best that I can......................true again
If something is not quite right then it`s probably.......not true
27.05.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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- Thanks for my 3rd place in the contest, Regina :) -
Every time my thoughts return to childhood,
Images of her shimmer through my head.
Thinking back to the days when we both would
Go playing outside after we had read.
Rainy days would keep us inside instead-
Recess was never allowed on wet slides.
As the sun came back out, we soon were led
Outdoors; never leaving each other's sides.
Now, she graces these lines, although she hides
Deep within the structure of this rhyme-
Search for where within these lines she resides;
The answer then will be revealed in time.
And, as the story now comes to an end,
I dedicate this to my childhood friend.
© 2019
Broken In Me Reigns
There is a place from deep within
where I hide my hearts pains.
A darkened room off by itself
where the broken in me reigns.
The hinges all rusted in place
where seldom is love spoken.
Still the hurts they come and go
the windows are all broken.
On rainy days it seems set free
those memories all roam.
Then late at night again alone
it seems they all come home.
There were times much younger then
I couldn't stop them but I'd try.
Older now and wiser too
I hang my head and cry.
For you can't let go of certain things
that life has put you through.
It's just no use to let go
when it's holding on to you.
So if you see I've lost my smile
tears are what remains.
It's just I've slipped off by myself
where the broken in me reigns.
Edwin C Hofert
Luneta, I used to almost venerate you once
but glassy skyscrapers have put you away…
still, I kept the fragrant lawns deep in my bones,
with Muppet tricks and hazy star-gazing.
Although recollections pump on my mind,
you’ve transformed, you’ve changed...
I buried you away till on mellow, rainy days
memories pass …just like kites in the evening
or those riotous, girlish escapades
igniting shadow-plays to all come out…
and everything is drowned in retrospection.
Tonight, I visit your new ponds and clinch my hand
because for all my affinity to remembrances,
it's the shadow of childhood, of impish friends
that make the most languishing stories.
2/20/2016
Contest of Craig Cornish: The Park
*Luneta (Rizal)Park ~ one of the most historic
areas in our city
There it is singing in my soul so loud and so clear
Like good time rock and roll and things held dear
Each day, I tune it in as it bellows from the inside
Drowning out sin as so in losing that sense of pride
On the rainy days they sing and the sunny days too
And the joy that they bring in each day being new
In the hearing of His Story and knowing the price
Start picturing the Glory in so seeing His Sacrifice
Everything around reverberates as His Hand You see
All of nature celebrates but God only made you Free
To unleash that church choir and let it sing His Praise
Before things become more dire as will be the last days
But it's not over yet there's plenty of songs left to play
The sun hasn't set which means there's still time to pray
There's still time to sing and turn that volume up higher
He made you free, you really should dust off that choir