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I write. That is what I do day and night,
write write write but I like to do it outside the lines,
the curve and the shape and the pattern,
to go against the rules of all poetry!
I let my words fly like the birds above. Free and swirling.
All the twirling words in my head I send whirling . . .
Saying no to metaphors. And all devices that poetry is suppose to need!
I say NO NO and NO . . .
I need to be free to spin and fling my poems.
Here and there. Let them be what they want to be.
Not be chained to a form. To a Rule. To convention.
To not be restrained by meter or syllables or lineage.
Yes, to just be.
Joy is to twist, deform, reverse, go verse crazy and way too long
I will destroy what should be . . . into what I want it to be
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October 16, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Contra To The Strictness of Form
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1071-794-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Contra
sponsor, Jesse Rowe
Third Place
Boccia player Joshua Rowe has Cerebral Palsy,
Comes from Scotland’s Perth, trains in Sterling,
Where there’s first class facilities at their Uni:
He was born on 21st April 1994 totally springing.
When he was thirteen he participated in a camp,
A Scottish Disability Sports Summer Camp hot,
Where he found the sport of boccia - not damp:
He was fast tracked, a place on TeamGB he got.
He won most championships in Scotland straight,
And went on to win the British Championships,
Winning one silver and three bronzes, his gate,
To the Europeans, Worlds, and the Paralympics.
In 2013 he struck gold to win the 2013 Euros,
Which were held in Guimaraes in Portugal;
In the 2014 Worlds he won a bronze to pose,
Then won gold at the Euros 2015, he did all.
Since the first time that I saw you I have loved your unique face
As I and many others, saw you land from outer space
That waddling walk from side to side
My love for you I could not hide
Those large expressive deep blue eyes
They stole my heart, oh what a surprise
Your elongated middle finger lighting up the room
Your frightened face as the human race captured you too soon
Scared and shrieking loudly, kids covered up their face
Adults were no better, such a disgrace this human race
I adored you from the onset as you melted my dear heart
My favourite extra-terrestrial held a special place right from the start
Each and every time you soar way up into the skies
The floodgates open pouring tears of sadness from my eyes
To me my dearest ET, so endearing you will always be
So beautifully different, come back soon and take me home ET
Written on 29th October 2018
For Overlooked Beauty Contest
Sponsor Jesse Rowe
Standard Contest 155
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1st placement
LOVE ON MORPH
LOVE ON MORPH
BRASS vase taken by Bob to pluck flowers
GRASS of garden was moist under showers.
Bob chose flowers while sipping juice from GLASS.
He was a handsome guy from middle CLASS.
ROSY! A nice lady from high society.
Bob made a POSY of flowers in variety,
Waiting for Rosy he leaned on a POST.
Rosy came close: Bob voiced ‘I love you MOST.’
03/04/19
'Word Morph Poem' Contest by Jesse Rowe.
With eyes in judgement often lies
Authority for beauty’s prize
In symmetry or colours lush
By heaven’s gift or artist’s brush
And rarely one we deem as wise
The beauty of such sights denies
With ears we may declare profound
A splendor realized in sound
Arpeggios that rise and fall
And tempo’s measured protocol
Much lure in music may be found
So beautiful is music crowned
And yet, there is a third domain
To which true beauty may lay claim
A place exists inside our minds
And there imagination finds
In shades unseen and chords unheard
The beauty of the written word
Submitted for Overlooked Beauty Poetry Contest by Jesse Rowe
My love to you all
I say with great honor
I am blessed to have met you
It gives me much pleasure
Hoping, praying, for you
~ With your life ~
~ In my life ~
You have made a difference
You have touched me
I am most grateful
Blessings to you all
Blessings to you all
I am most grateful
You have touched me
You have made a difference
~ In my life ~
~ With your life ~
Hoping, praying, for you
It gives me much pleasure
I am blessed to have met you
I say with great honor
My love to you all
A Reversible Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jesse Rowe
9/6/2018
Lord of my life is Christ* whereon my faith does stand
My loud praises for Him are worshipfully grand
As they laud His greatness along graciousness’ brand,
To my promised land journey through His guiding hand…
Now, I tread on service lane midst divine demand
Vanquishing commitment’s bane of slothfulness’ strand
Propped by His strength against vain bang in my errand
Reaching out to others with grateful stewards’ band.
*Colossians 3:24 Knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for ye serve the Lord Christ.
March 4, 2019
9th place, "Word Morph Poem" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jesse Rowe; judged on 3/24/2019.
At times we are on the bottom and other times , the top
No matter what we do, we cannot make time stop
Like this poem with lines that read with a backward flow
I wish sometimes that backwards I could make time go
I know sometimes we stop and think about the good old days
Time keeps moving forward in each evanescent phase
Get busy and enjoy your life, for time does not wait
Things that happen to us – I believe they’re all our fate
No matter what we do, we cannot make time stop
Sometimes we’re on the bottom and other times, the top
Sept 3, 2018 for the "A Reversible Poem" Poetry Contest of Jesse Rowe
I got up it was way past noon
Thought I’d go for a walk.
Then, it started to rain
I’m talking heavy rain
The rain that soaks you rain.
I saw my neighbour Mrs Pratt
She was out walking her little dog.
You’ve guessed, they were wet too
I’m talking really wet.
They were both dripping.
I said "hello" and she grunted a greeting
Not happy I thought, but it’s only rain.
Then a bus drove by and hit a big puddle,
And then Mrs Pratt screamed as the puddle
engulfed her.
Strange I thought, she is already wet.
But then I realised why she had screamed
the poor little dog was not moving.
I went to the pub and the barman said
“You look wet”
“Do I” I replied, " I just saw a dead dog".
Written on 21st of September
For contra poetry contest sponsored by Jesse Rowe.
To post a poem is not a marathon*
when entered in a contest to be placed-
but rather there for others urged upon
to read- become inspired with its grace.
Unlike a sports Olympics, contests are
to challenge inner selves to meet a theme;
accomplishment alone gives us a star
for creativity that makes us beam.
We all are winners, who can shape our words
to paint the sadness or the joys of life,
with joyful metaphors like flowers, birds-
or those that pierce the heart with a dull knife.
When entered in a contest- win or lose-
our trophy is the journey with our muse.
September 17, 2016
For Contest, 'I Got A Darn NA Again'
Sponsored by Lu Loo
*Except when entering a real poetry marathon, like the one
sponsored by Mark Toney!! :)
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~NA~
Contest: Second Chances For The Unloved Poem
Sponsor: Jesse Rowe
Judged: 09/11/2018
~NA~
Premiere Contest: 150
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 04/13/2018