Long Scenic Poems
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Themes rise with glory of the morning sun
Anxious to transcribe what mind has spun
Finding solace in beauty of words written
Thoughts fly on wings of eager inspiration
Heart triggers a rhythm full of creative fun
Anxious to transcribe what mind has spun
Wisdom flows in stanzas aiming perfection
Nature paints a canvas of scenic homerun
Heart triggers a rhythm full of creative fun
Birds fly carrying lines of artistic collection
Evening breeze sighs with poetic affection
Nature paints a canvas of scenic homerun
Love themes and romance quite a selection
Happiness reigns lines of joyous admiration
Evening breeze sighs with poetic affection
Celebrating the art creative spirit has won
Themes rise with glory of the morning sun
Happiness reigns lines of joyous admiration
Finding solace in beauty of words written
Placed 3rd
September 4, 2017
What inspires me to write poetry
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Enthralled by the sleeping volcano, serenely scenic
I dream of hosting a festive family picnic
For thanksgiving fellowship to exalt God Almighty*
While loved ones gather beside an Edenic park of beauty.
Mesmerized with the Crater Lake’s deep blue color
I wish to be the privileged navigating sailor
Exclaiming, “How awesome is the Lord Creator gracious
Who designed this wonder, sustaining it to show His work so precious.”
Viewing its crystal clear water, I’m reminded of my goal
To praise constantly the Saviour of my life and soul
He is the Living Water, quenching spiritual thirst indeed
Making me eternally well; from damnation, forever freed.
With this poetic trip around Mt. Mazama’s rim
I’m blessed bountifully, beyond abundance-brim
As I trust my Supreme Guide in my journey of wondrous bliss
Grateful for His faith-upholding I should never miss.
*Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
January 19, 2019
1st place, "Sleeping Volcano" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 1/23/2019.
A buzzard from his vantage point of sweeping lofty heights
Enjoyed a cornucopia of captivating sights.
He soared above the rolling hills, the meadows and ravines,
His bird's-eye-view encompassed ocean blues and forest greens.
But once, a splash of colour made his sharp-eyed vision blink;
A stunning apparition dressed in fine flamboyant pink.
And like a ballerina it performed a pirouette
Then took a slow bow downwards as the sun began to set.
A beautiful flamingo in a lake of cobalt blue
Had brought a touch of magic to a buzzard's scenic view.
15/01/19
'Buzzards And Flamingos Poetry Contest' : sponsored by Anthony Slausin
2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Mark Toney : 3/13/2019 N/A
Na Re-Run Poetry Contest : Sponsored by John Hamilton
22.06.19
Once there was a young boy
He sat on the floor playing with his toys
How sad he looked in his eyes
There was nil that could relieve his sigh.
Then his eyes caught the attention of a kite
It was a grand kite and just waiting for flight
Red and blue colors favored all and its tale
How wonderful it would be to take it for a sail?
The boy got up and looked out the windowpane
He saw a scenic landscape decorated the outer pane
It was a play world waiting for kite flying that day
So the boy grabbed his colorful kite and went on his way.
Now all his kite needed was a gust of wind to take to the air
He took the string and ran swiftly forth with no care
The kite soared up in to the sky like a theatrical display
A smile painted the lads face as he continued to play.
Hours passed by as he enjoyed watching his kite
It danced around the sky like a bird soaring in flight
Then a sudden lack of wind caused his kite to sail low
So the lad ran as fast as he could so his kite couldn’t slow.
One more time the lovely kite climbed up into the sky
The wind speed swished it back and forth to fly
How, the boy never wanted to see the sight come to end
Alas, all came to a stop at the corners bend.
Slowly the breeze died and the kite fell to the ground
The boy just stood and sighed without any sound
Sadly it was time to lay the grand kite to rest for today
He was tired and had no more energy left to play.
I went on a bike ride, I was hyper-alert
I had just emerged from the mental ward
I thought I was despised, felt wounded and hurt
But I lied to the doctor to get out the door
For the first miles I felt the wind in my hair
Then a car drove by, I heard a loud jeer
It was just a dog with his nose in the air
I had mistaken my species, all was clear.
Two miles on, an ambush from the side
A loud sneer, I felt sudden stress
On closer look, a Downs Syndrome guy
I let out my breath, stress got less.
Got into Kingston, car passed, a shout
"Go Home" it said, and then passed by
Was this true, should I block it out?
Why riff off a chord, if the chord don't apply?
Ten miles later, a hand reached out of a car
Tried to push me off the road
They failed, but threw my mind's door ajar
Stress climbed, I felt I would explode.
I crested a hill, a view opened wide
Then I started to think, was it all the same?
Why get anxious, on this scenic ride?
My illusions and theirs - it' was all a game.
Written: October 30, 2023,
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When the sunlight rays dawning to decay
Within the scenic shade of the tall trees,
Foster felicity flows forth and fray,
Dappling the vista with a subtle breeze
Casting twirling shades in the woodland floor.
Vintage music stirs up forlorn desire,
A ceaseless mixture of light and leaves tore
Pith pearl persuasive pontoon painted pyre
Consume the elixir of leaves and beams
Light and bush rattles pulchrify the earth
Soak in the luscious komorebi gleams,
Ineffable grace, a trice of high worth
Light and leaves exudate a calm aura
Time seems to pose in gossamer flora...
1st place contest winner
GLISTENING GOKARNA
This scenic beauty, a grand temple town
Seated in the Arabian Sea like a golden crown
Bedecked on its bosom the blue beaches festoon
To name a few- Kudle, Paradise,Om and Half moon
Plays host to a galore of global tourists
Adventure enthusiasts and also motorists
Its a Sanskrit hub; has temples ancient opulent
Spirituality, Vedic chants have sprayed its sweet scent
The gracious mountains line the beaches pristine
Verdant vegetation like emerald has draped it green
Coconut fronds along the shores sway in gentle breeze
Colourful narrow streets and shacks to you please with ease
Savoring the magic of Sunrise and Sunset on the yellow sand
Makes you get lost in trance attaining bliss with its magic wand
In the twilight’s crimson red a natural painting of the retreating birds…
And fishing boats dancing with waves cannot be explained with words!
8th November 2016
My Kind of Town - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Janis Thompson
Notes:
Gokarna is a small temple town on the western coast of India in Uttara Kannada district of the state of Karnataka. Gokarna in Kannada language (my mother tongue) means Cow's ear.
Vedic chant-The oral tradition of the Vedas (Srauta) consists of several pathas, "recitations" or ways of chanting the Vedic mantras. Such traditions of Vedic chant are often considered the oldest unbroken oral tradition in existence, the fixation of the Vedic texts (samhitas) as preserved dating to roughly the time of Homer (early Iron Age).UNESCO proclaimed the tradition of Vedic chant a Masterpiece of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity on November 7, 2003.
Enter through a dream..
Saturated in my dreamstate..
Sights and sounds intensified
An unknown reality that unfolds..
Continuation of my dream..
I fly through multi dimensions..
Flying effortlessly..
Soaring like an eagle high in other realms..
Departed a world of boundaries
Had entered..
Unlimited realms..
Set free..
Sparks of illuminating energies..
Ignited a combustion of bliss..
Like a social butterfly flapping beautiful wings..
I become..
Interactions with other beings of pure light..
Scenic views of indescribable exquisteness..
Vivid azzure skies
The beauty of nature on steroids..
Intensified to the maximum..
Entered through a dream..
Through my own intension..
Through my awareness..
A spiritual awakened soul I am..
Over the town in clear ebony
Shines down the glow of ancient stars
Their light twinkling out a melody
Of moonlight dreams in all that is ours
The people go about life blithely
Never seeing the amazing repertoires
Of glorious night lights striking freely
Against the city’s better memoirs
Everyone who walks past them
Should note the way they glitter and glimmer
Beautiful sparkles that speak like a poem
Starry nights the color of azure
After seeing the scenic night sky
I feel reassured of God’s vivid cheers
And after whispering a silent sigh
I will leave you my tears
written about the painting by Vincent Van Gogh, "Starry Night"
And there I was.
Another American lost on the road.
The traffic slowed to the bare minimum.
Slim to none at the barricade of an orange and black detour sign.
Upon turning I lost signal to my phone.
The social climb of bars dropping to a small X.
It's crazy how something so convenient could be detoured so easily.
The distractions that occur along the way.
A straight path with a few twists and turns.
Without the beam of flashing lights and signs.
I wouldn't have found a new way home.
Unless I knew someone that stayed down this street I would never have turned.
A more scenic, peace devoted route without the distractions of answering the phone or adjusting the radio.
The temporary fix of building home else where, in someone elses arms.
The corridor of ears.
Relying on the siding of someone's voice to house what is thought to roof all of me.
Switching lanes, finding the right material