Long Roundel Poems

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Premium Member I Love Nature

I Love Nature


The blizzard piled the falling snow that day;
with temps in teens, hard-frozen it became.
The walks and roads were nowhere on display.
Winter's magic show.

The next day brought warm rain that did reclaim
some melted snow- but soon, night's frigid stay
had crystallized the surface as winds came.

Throughout the night, ice mirrored each moon ray.
Come morn, the sun brought gifts with its acclaim-
a glaze that glowed like satin applique.
Winter's magic show. 


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge, Roundel Form
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 03/06/2019


Premium Member The Dreams

In dreams of the dark night, I hear my heart swiftly beating
But in the light of day my dreams which become to me more bright
And in time's  passing, my dreams become goals that need completing.
In dreams of the dark night_
My heart racing_weeping_unfinished dreams have reached their height
In my deep sweet dreams at night; how I long for just one meeting
But in the day the truth arrays, and night's dreams take their flight
Oh! What a dream, poetic dream, my love someday meeting.
All we now have is our secret night time_sweet dream's delight.
In dreams our hearts come together and ignite with greetings_
In dreams of the dark night  

Inspired by : Suzette Crous
Contest: Roundel
      And
By : Russell Sivey
Contest: Dream
      And 
A Dream 
Written by : Edgar Allen Poe
Written: Saturday, May 04, 2013

Form: Roundel which is not listed

Premium Member Your Divine Worth

 
"When you walk across the fields with your mind pure and
holy, then from all the stones, and all growing things, and
all animals, the sparks of their soul come out and cling to you,
and then they are purified and become a holy fire in you. "

                                             _Ancient Hasidic Saying

___________________

Who Are We ?

We are born one day, and we live, and we will die,
and most people live life a simple way;
their minds never allowed to create and seek high.
We are born one day.

Each rule and regulation in life they obey,
their bodies strong but their lacking minds sigh;
they never have wild adventures and go astray.

Some days are so barren of all joy that they cry,
and realize all dreams lost to decay;
their potential has never gone beyond the sky,
We are born one day.

Why Not Change !

I dream of people connected body and mind,
they seldom do things that are expected;
their vast inner thoughts and body are twined.
I dream of people connected.

On dreams and wishes they are inner-directed,
to ordinary they are not resigned;
on ways to a higher-self they have reflected.

But, most important they love self and humankind,
and 'cause of their way they are respected;
and to all God has created they are aligned.
I dream of people connected.

______________________
September 05, 2022


Poetry/Roundel/Your Divine Worth
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-434-05
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Sans- Mind, Body, Who Are We
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 09/23/2022

First Place

Crop Dusting

I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public.
At first it was traumatic
As it came out bellowing like a banshee
And the aromatic bouquet wasn't flowering it 
Was a catastrophe.
Rotten egg smell is atomic!
I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public
There was every one staring at me as if I had
Committed murder in the first degree
Over something that is erratic
And the body does automatic
I sat down on the closet bench I laughed
Until the tears rolled down my face as I was
Catching my breath my grandson wondered 
If I was alright. I said I don't think my heart has
Felt this free. It is time to finish my shopping 
Before they decide to charge me with dispersing
Atomic energy.
I never knew this is what it was called until it 
Happened to me 
In public.

By Nature's Mother Tongue

"The streams are my veins." 


Coursing through my limbs, the streams are my veins
Just as the wind is the breath in each lung
Blowing dry sand far across desert plains
by Nature’s mother tongue

I bleed the river and springs that have sprung
Cry tsunami’s until nothing remains
For my wooden children, taken too young

I strain and toil for the soil sweating rains
Aid by trees and bees and heroes unsung
Covet unscathed land like ill-gotten gains
by Nature’s mother tongue


August 29, 2022
Writing Challenge - Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
For Inspiration: Quote #1 "The streams are my veins"


Premium Member Eternal Grief No More

Condemned forever I was to wallow in hell’s despair
As filthy transgressor beyond reasonable doubt
Yet, with His grace, mercy and truth*, midst grave verdict’s stare
The Saviour in His love assuaged my eternal grief.

So blinded by pride, paralyzed from selfishness’ bout…
Oh, in sin’s deep miry clay I had sunk unaware
I thank the Lord, He reached down to me with pardon’s clout. 

By faith, I now ascend for fruitful service welfare
Helping, cheering others turn toward heavenly route...
Assuring that though I face trials bringing heart’s scare
The Saviour in His love assuaged my eternal grief.

*Psalm 86:15 "But thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, longsuffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth."

February 16, 2019
5th place, "Writing Challenge, Feb 2019, Roundel Form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 3/6/2019.

Premium Member The Key of E

"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."


Birds sing tweet~tweet
The ocean waves ring,
After singing they are ready to eat
Earth Sings In The Key Of E.

 
Volcanoes erupt with a bang and a swing,
The earth sounds so very sweet
Last night the rain did sing.


Living on earth can be a real treat
Beautiful earth sounds can pull at my heart string,
Listen for the wind through the wheat      
Earth Sings In The Key Of E.   

Date Written:8/2/2022

3 Place

#4 "The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."
Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

I See the World With Open Eyes

My heart did beat,
A fortress of stone, with no retreat,
I kept the world at bay with ease,
And let no one come close to me.

But then one day, a crack appeared,
A chink in my armor, to be feared,
A stranger's kindness broke me open,
And all my defenses were broken.

I felt the warmth of human touch,
And love's sweet power was too much,
To hold on to my old ways,
And shut out love for all my days.

Now my heart beats with new life,
And joy and love replace the strife,
I see the world with open eyes,
And embrace the changes, no more lies.

The transformation has been profound,
From cold and heartless, to love unbound,
I'm grateful for the change of heart,
And for love's power that set me apart.

I thought I knew it all,
My beliefs were firm and tall,
I held my views with iron grip,
And judged those who didn't fit.

But then one day, a seed was sown,
A doubt crept in, and I was thrown,
Off-balance by a new idea,
That challenged all I held so dear.

I fought against it, tooth and nail,
Refused to let my old thoughts fail,
But slowly, surely, over time,
I saw the light, and changed my mind.

Now I see the world anew,
With empathy and a wider view,
I understand that different views,
Can both be right, and both be true.

My heart has opened up to learn,
To see the good in each concern,
And though it's hard to change one's ways,
I'm glad I did, and changed my phase.

For now I see the beauty in,
A world that's full of diverse kin,
And though we may not all agree,
We can respect each other, and be free.

Premium Member a childhood memory -

Each afternoon my mom and I would walk
          Two miles along the old lake road to meet
               My siblings' bus, and all the way we'd talk
     How dear, the meager things ...

She'd tutor me with lines that I'd repeat
          A special verse by rote, (tho' I would balk)
               So thus by Friday eve I'd know, complete
     Another sonnet I could proudly mock

These lessons lasted only 'til we'd greet
          My sibs, on the return trip we took stock
               Of all the nature, bright and bittersweet
     How dear, the meager things ...

I so enjoyed those little walks each day
          That aged lake road with forest canopy
               I'll always hear her voice beside me say
     How dear, the meager things ...

Numberless, the instructions, taught to be
          The priceless wisdom used along my way
               While memorizing verse then wearied me
     It's why I'm now this poet, and to stay

Of all life's lessons that I've come to see
          The one most precious I will ne'er betray
               My hand in hers, so safe and so care-free ...
     How dear, the meager things.







~ 1st Place ~  in the "Writing Challenge, Feb 2019, Roundel Form" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.

(Syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com)

The Wooden Airplane

The children climbed on to the wooden airplane
Their mouths were going a mile a minute to all 
The different kinds of places they could go even 
as far
Away as Zanzibar
Which I found quite spectacular.
To hear these children be able to obtain
And sustain
This fascinating trip was almost bizarre.
The children climbed on to the wooden airplane
Their mouths were going a mile a minute to all
The different kinds of places they could go even 
as far
Away as zanzibar.
It was amazing how they ascertain
Through video games that they were real pilots who 
Have for years been using radar
To cross Hazardous terrain
Which gave my mind a slight jar.
These children in all their innocence which they 
Weren't aware knew how to entertain.
The children climbed on to the wooden airplane
Their mouths were going a mile a minute to all the
Different kinds of places they could go even as far
Away as Zanzibar.

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