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Our Seasons are a blessing, as they also represent
the cycle of life- and Spring is our symbol of Rebirth.
A nother Spring did come our way;
B egan late March, and day by day,
C ontinued to advance and urge
D ear Daffodils to soon emerge,
E nhancing scenes with pastel splash-
F orgetting drab of Winter's ash.
G reen life came forth with varied hues-
H ad driven Springtime's wakened muse
I nto a frenzy of rebirth.
J ump-started seeds, beneath the earth,
K indly spread Forsythia bloom;
L et Crocus sprout from Winter's tomb.
M agnolia blossoms, pink and white,
N ext painted days with pure delight.
O ur Spring brought Pansy's vivid shades,
P urple Iris, Sweet Pea cascades.
Q uick to grow, Anemones,
R ounded buds on Dogwood trees.
S lowly, Spring displayed her gems;
T iny Snowdrops danced on stems.
U nder bushes violets grew
V anishing bleak Winter's view,
W ith colors painting the new scene.
X anadu, our Springtime dream!
Y early blessings, seasons bring-
Z enith of each year- our Spring!
April 16, 2016 (revised 07/17/2020)
Contest: Share Your Blessings Poetically - Abecedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
G-ood weather in thirteenth September
I-s brightly brought to your birth;
G-reen leaves in the nice meadow
I-ntroduce the new fresh mirth.
O-ne morn in thirteenth September
Z-enith slowly prepares its light;
A-t noon as the sun is straight up,
E-mitted rays are crimson in sight.
T-hirteenth September at dawn, dark shadows are passing by;
A-fter the sad twilight is gone, gray clouds won't be seen in the sky.
B-ad season and stormy day
A-re not going to materialize;
R-ugged clime and rough ocean
C-annot upset your sparkling eyes.
E-arly whisper from the soft wind
L-ets you feel God's loving care;
L-arge amount of warm tenderness
A-dds calmness to the open air.
N-ight cold chill has checked out, after the lonely dusk is over;
O-ne kind moment in your occasion, good weather in thirteenth September.
Sigh! Breathe in and out, eyes closed, heart beating,
Uttering forth prayers, fists clenched, candles burning
Making of my room, an altar on its own, and I, a
Mere white witch, seeking and yearning for sooth for the world's
Offspring, all drowning in the oceans of Earth, cornered,
Not even able to lift up their own bodies towards safety!
In my mind, words heaved, powerful and mighty in the
Night, silent and pulsating, submissively making the light
Green for my angel to sit and hear of what I have to say!
May it be that life be as rosy as it is in your own realm
Yes, may it be that children laugh from their hearts
And adults be willing to give out their hands to their peers,
Needing nothing more than warmth in their hearts and
Gurgling clear streams in their souls, yes, angel, may
Earth and her children heal, may the gloom and the doom
Leave, once and for all, so that life, even temporary, be a bliss!
For Contest A Forms
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date Written: 11 Dec 2021
Spring is coming soon
Say good bye to the cold
Praise the sun in the sky
Recall when you were told
In the days passing by
No more lingering freeze
Going out in the snow
Icy feel to the breeze
So much warmer the flow
Comes a fragrance so sweet
Over valleys and hills
Mesmerizing the treat
Indescribable thrills
Now the flowers display
Green converges this place
Something’s coming today
Oh, the look on your face
One more winter survived
Now that spring has arrived
3/20/17
Happy first day of spring
Written for the Spring is Coming Soon Acrostic poetry contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
M-arch second early morning,
A-nother night is gone;
R-ain and chill have turned
I-nto a warmth of the dawn.
C-oal clouds become white,
E-vening shadows disappear;
L-ight that shines above brings mirth and cheer.
D-usk has just faded
A-way from your view;
L-ook at the pleasant place,
A-iming to comfort you.
Y-ews are cool to the eyes,
G-reen leaves are the same;
O-pen air touched by breeze
N-eeds to feel the flame.
T-wilight has vanished,
O-ne day starts to break;
L-et the gray haze pass,
E-vade the pain and ache.
N-ew dawn is now shining
T-o brighten the meadow;
I-nclement weather is over,
N-oontime rays
O-verflow.
R-ain and cold chill disappear,
E-arly morning March nine;
L-onely evening has faded,
Yes, another birth is
N-ow fine.
G-ray shadows have vanished,
A-fter the long night is gone;
R-ays from the beacon shine,
U-sing the break of dawn.
N-ew day has broken, as the dark dusk is over;
G-reen blades are swaying, while the butterflies flutter.
E-ach flower feeds the bees,
B-irds chirp then soar up high;
U-nder their wings and speed,
E-xtraordinarily, they sing and fly.
N-othing in this whole world is in vain, futile, and useless;
G-od's creation is wonderful, His power is fathomless.
A lways seeking the light, a beacon in the dark,
B oldly facing challenges, leaving a lasting mark.
C reating dreams in the canvas of the sky,
D ancing with the stars, reaching new highs.
E ternal hills, majestic and grand,
F lowers blooming in the sand.
G reen meadows stretching far and wide,
H armony in nature, a soothing guide
I gniting passions that blaze like a fiery sun,
J ourneying onward, the adventure has begun.
K eeping faith in the power of the human soul,
L ifting spirits higher, making broken hearts whole.
M ountains towering, touching the clouds,
N ature's wonders, mysterious shrouds.
O pen fields where wild creatures roam,
P ure and wild, nature's own home.
Q uestions and answers, a dance of the mind,
R eveling in knowledge, the treasure you find.
S eeking the truth in the whispers of the trees,
T rusting in the journey, guided by the breeze.
U nderneath the moon's soft glow,
V alleys deep where rivers flow.
W hispers carried by the breeze,
X anadu in nature's keys.
Y earning hearts find solace in the earth,
Z enith of beauty, nature's rebirth.
Jacklin is a singer,
As per what I think, she likes burger,
Carrom is her favourite indoor game,
Kindness and calmness she supports,
Liberal to do anything,
Intelligent and genius are the synonyms,
Naughty but cute.
Rabbit is her favourite animal,
Oh my god! is her repeated statement,
Dancing is out of her ability,
Rose is her favourite flower,
Ice-cream is oxygen for her,
Green and purple are her favourite colour,
Unusual things makes her furious,
Especially if you call her by nickname,
So, never call her Jacky!
I'm part of your world of Strangers,
Intensively,our focus are metered,
Over the hilly regions,we keep flopping from discovery,
The discovery is about our self realisations,
"Who are you?"
I won't answer you rightly when I'm demanded of my being,
Maybe because we're humans,time can design a new key,
Come closer to me,
Want to feel your nice shown grin,
Fetch a cup of water from your fresh and standardised reen,
They feel shy to ask from the Queen,
On certain areas,...we'll soon know ourselves,
Black nation for white races...,the music brought help,
Look at me from your bossy counter,
Gracefully,I'm giving you a dose of laughter,
"Sorry...sorry,didn't know you're such hilarious",
She said to that champion,
Sensations gave birth to friedship upon soft iron,
We've got to commune as posterior,
She now know my name,
I have now identified her outside rame,
I'm no more a stranger in her lane.
Since conviction had come to solidify your sight in the midnight rain.
R-ed rose spreads her aroma
O-r her most sweetest scent;
S-melled by attracted snoots
A-t the most exciting event.
L-et red rose spread her aroma
I-n the spacious open air;
N-oses that sniff at the flower
A-re enjoying the huge affair.
G-reen grasses are dancing
A-t the beautiful meadow;
L-eaves are swaying too,
L-eaving behind the sorrow.
A-t the colorful garden
R-ed rose reels off the cheer,
D-elight, fun and rapture
O-bliterate the stench of tear.
E-xciting perfume fills the place,
S-eptember eighth sunny day;
T-hrilling odor greets the morn,
A-fter the haze fades away.
N-ew dawn that has broken
I-s bringing alluring aura;
L-et's wait for attar and beauty,
L-et red rose spread her
A-roma.