Long Rengay Poems
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Shadow wings across the ground
glide along without a sound.
Beware young mouse in grassy field
your fate it seems has been sealed.
A predator has come on quest
and little ones await in a nest,
for sustenance to get them through
a tasty meal mom must accrue.
Nature’s given her nocturnal sight
to search the woodlands while in flight.
What she sees, will she share?
From above, secrets she’ll ensnare.
Minerva’s child knows nature’s ways
and with her they will always stay.
A winged specter of the skies
with talons of enormous size.
I heard her speak in alto voice
and I looked up, I had no choice.
A beauty in the orange moon’s light
I’ll not forget those radiant eyes.
Flight Poetry Contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke
6-4-2022
Dancing breezes
Bursts of sun
Crisp apple autumn day
Leaves twirl upwards with a flourish
Spurning twigs that yearn to cling
Lovers pass by, their laughter lingers
Dark clouds obscure the sun
Colors change to shadows blurred
Gone is the beauty in the rust and gold
Longing is found in the chill as the sky surrenders
One drop of rain falls and a lonely blackbird takes wing
Windblown and cold
I breathe in your sweater's scent
Never more
Will you reach out to intercept
A falling leaf
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Collaboration between Sharon Weimer and Carrie Richards
for Debbie Guzzi's "Twining" contest
Karmic seeds once sown,
Thought, I’d reap fruits by me grown,
Spring came, soon was gone,
And turned to summer too soon,
And fruitless far my fortune!
It dawned: I might sow,
But it pays if I well know:
My job’s just to sow,
Man no more can than propose,
Someone sits there to dispose.
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Rengay |16.02.2022|
Poet’s note: A twelfth century poetic style in Japan, Rengay started as a collaborative form of poetry, with two stanzas, the first called Hokku, later became Haiku of seventeen syllables in three lines. The next stanza is a couplet of seven syllables each in both the lines.
waterfall trickles
thawing ice releases drops...
moss 'pon rocks turns green
The frozen giant tower
Great mighty melting water
waterfall's moisture
seeps as spring awakes nature..
deer sups deep from stream
rain from mountain top
turns to mist as it comes down..
rainbow in my eyes
The bridal veil waterfall
Seen through Azaleas' blossoms
early morning scents
come blooming into my life..
melting waterfall
Rengay collaboration between myself and Russell Sivey..
We have been working on this for a few days now..
I wrote first, third, and fifth
Russell wrote second, fourth, and sixth
Pushing my eighties
I find life’s not as before,
Robbed of balmy breeze.
I change my look heretofore--
As dry fruits are valued more.
Life's like old age love--
Mature much more, pristine pure,
And firm in its groove.
And reciprocal no more,
An open book, ajar door.
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Renga/Rengay | 01.10. 2025 | love, old age, fruits
Note: Renga in Japan, Rengay in America is set as a dialogue of an old couple. The husband starts by saying his old age is no more a pleasant breeze. His wife, also old, replies bravely: remember, dried ripe fruits are always more valued. She then poses with a haiku of her own to which her husband responds positively, more than agreeing with her.
a weathervane still
points east 'pon gray ancient barn...
fall's air rust tractors
the vain weathervane speaks east
and rust grows though no one knows
rusty John Deere sits
outside engine deep in grass...
bucks face off for fight
the leaves are falling
revealing the trees fractures
fall air thrust factors
crimson, gold, and red leaves fall
farm lake ~ mural of the scene
John Deere the artist
tractors in the grass like clouds
wearing the weather
Rengay
Collaboration between Poet # 1 and Poet # 2
Poet # One, 1, 3, 5
Poet # Two...2, 4, 6
Christmas day, two thousand years on,
what happened to peace and goodwill among men.
Nothing has changed since the day it began
when Herod tried hard to get rid of that man.
A lifetime spent fighting to rid man of sin
by spreading God’s word (though it never sunk in).
To finally die, nailed up high on a cross,
that proved to the world those with power are boss.
We celebrate Christmas to show that we care
for the goodwill of mankind that we’ll never share.
For two thousand years has been ravaged with war
there’s no living in peace, too much to fight for.
But Christmas, I’m sure, is just part of the game
to give us a break from a world full of pain.
So when once again it is that time of year
lets join in the charade and share Christmas Cheer.
Ivor G Davies
As believers seek always to walk
close to Christ as we can be
abiding in His inerrant holy word
meditate upon it to reverently agree
God gives to us His provision
to meet our needs whatever they are
sometimes things go so smoothly
other times it seems so slow by far
We need constantly to be in prayer
asking the Lord for more grace
so we can become so like Jesus
that others be attracted to His case
This grace doesn't do well in summer
it seems to not go down too deep
when things don't rough us up too much
our spirituality is like a wandering sheep
The best season for it to grow
is winter full of hardship and cold
there grace gets a real depth within
making sure we do as we're told
That old divine Samuel Rutherford
told it really truly so very well
grace grows indeed better in winter
then God works to make us gel
(Quote:
Grace grows better in winter - Samuel Rutherford (1600-1661) Scottish presbyterian minister/theologian)
My son lies teetering
On the edge of the abyss
And tears rivulet.
God, I beg you, please.
End this suffering, I beg,
I die as he breathes.
I love him, dammit,
But if he suffers for me,
I'm a poor father.
So decide. Heal him
Or quiet his pain. Mercy,
I beg of you, God.
Was not once enough?
I yield. Take my dreams, my love,
But please, spare my son.
Your house is great, God.
Let him know true love, mercy,
Kindness. Take him home.
Else heal him, Father,
He is too weak, as am I,
He should not suffer.
Not like this limbo,
Do not purgate him alive
But heal, or relieve.
Take my every tear
as payment. Soften your heart.
Miracle child mine.
children's laughter
a boy and girl carve out
a jack-o-lantern
deep orange pumpkin gutted
the scent of roasted brown seeds
gasps - -
the small lantern's grin and eyes are lit
by flickering candle light
The eerie light's shadows danced
A coyote howled in tune
an owl hoots - -
the moon emerges from clouds
as bats flap across the sky
Full moon reveals surprises
Ghosts' wispy gown races fast
shrieks and giggles - -
little fingers drop candy and point
towards the sky
A tiny night rider floats
Little eyelids close softly
written by Jack Horne and Sara Kendrick for Diane's contest