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In honor of St. Patrick's Day and for the Daniel Henry Rodgers' "Green To The Gills" Contest, I chose a poetry form to describe briefly at least seven of the most familiar of Irish creatures. I find the belief they must have once had in these myths to be fascinating. The poem form Debide is strange and a bit difficult, but I thought it worked well for what I wanted to show because each one is a little poem for the creature being described. See in notes above how to do the form.
The Banshee
delivers a death decree.
Her scream is horrid to hear
near.
A rabbit
could become Pooka’s habit.
With mischief he makes a swift
shift!
If maybe
a changeling were your baby,
that stand-in is not a mild
child!
In water,
the Selkie’s not an otter.
On land, is he still a real
seal?
The creature
*Dubh-Aos’ horrid feature:
Is he carrying a head
dead?
A fairy
is not Tinker-bell airy.
Leprechaun’s type is a tad
bad.
Of terror
Fear Darrig is a bearer.
Cause you nightmares? This Red Man
can!
*Doubh-Aos sounds like Doo-Ace and
with apostrophe is three syllables
Phoenix rising
One can see the emptiness of ages in her eyes,
riding the beast of burden without disguise.
Dead to rapture and despair by daily routine,
taken another drag of smoke to be genuine.
Exchanging grieves for hopes by calling it insane,
which blew the breath out of light, in the brain.
This is not the freewill by purpose intended,
the dreams not taken through, but only surrended.
The trace of courage towards the light of heavens existence,
to feel the passion of eternity without resistance.
It is no good to blame the world’s blind greed,
filling oneself with envious poising seeds.
Slaving to the wheel of labour to become plundered,
disinherited by creditors promises ever wondered.
Giving away responsibilities to titled monstrous sweet talker,
to the point your soul-quenched body needs a walker.
Touch the upward light build in the everlasting dream,
and brake for once and for all the crimson seal.
It is not you in the prison; your soul knows no guilt,
it is the judge and the warden, who must keep this place filled.
Take a bath in the spirit of the divine flame,
and observe the circumstance place themselves to the same.
Thousands of saints will speak in one great voice,
knowing the fearless soul has to rejoice.
As long the mind is plagued by fears,
the doors of hell are open with echoes of cheers.
She walked down to the supermarket
To buy the ingredients to make him a special meal
A lamb roast was his favourite
Followed by apple pie and custard to seal the deal
She cooked away happily
Looking forward to his arrival home
The table set perfectly with a vase of coloured flowers
From her garden she had grown
He must of been held up at work ,she thought
As hours rolled by …. late afternoon turning to night
She sat in complete darkness at the kitchen table
Tears rolling down her cheeks as realisation came to light
He was not coming home tonight or any night
For he had passed many years before
Her silent tears turned to gut wrenching sobs
As reality ripped out her heart and she fell to the floor
I Remember -by Trevor McLeod
The soldiers gathered at the wreath I remember.
The coffin covered just beneath I remember.
The poppies at the corner store I remember.
The amputees the coins were for I remember.
The fighters flying through the sky I remember.
The trail of red to catch the eye I remember.
The bombers at the airport strip I remember.
The radar with the foreign blip I remember.
The sailors with the semaphore I remember.
The air raids to incoming horror I remember.
The sailors with the folded flags I remember.
The victims to their body bags I remember.
The granite tomb to seal them in I remember.
The sign outside to say we win I remember.
The cemeteries many stones I remember.
The flowers growing through their bones I remember.
The bugle player playing taps I remember.
The Sargent Major never claps I remember.
The crosses planted by their head I remember.
The helmets hanging off for dead I remember.
The Legion playing in the band I remember.
The drummer pausing for a stand I remember.
The legion drinking in the hall I remember.
The stories being shared by all I remember.
The rifles firing twenty-one I remember.
The bullets deafening to the gun I remember.
The widows left at home alone I remember.
The women of the bombs been blown I remember.
The cannon shot to send the ball I remember.
The powder black to scare us all I remember.
The poem we know as Flanders Field I remember.
The author killed within it's yield I remember.
The unknown soldier questioned who I remember.
The final words our thanks to you I remember.
“My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.” Psalm 45:1 of the King James Bible
Poem writing adds zest to my wellness’ glow
I do testify with wondrous delight
Through verses and rhymes midst gratitude-flow
Praising the Lord Who inspires by His light.
My soul exposes jubilant worship
Thankfulness to God, always good and kind
Since He kindles my muse midst fellowship
In apt expressions, mindfully designed.
Humble aim to exalt the Almighty
Propels quatrains and sonnets from the heart
Praying that such props trust-tenacity
Exposing faith, smiting hopelessness’ dart.
Exalting Jesus Christ for mercy grant
With poetic commitment of blest zeal
My spirit declares glad triumphant chant
To cheer along grace, peace and kindness seal.
Blissfully proclaiming the Saviour’s love
My poetry persists with divine sweet chime
Wrought by compassion from heaven above
Echoing that “God is good all the time.”
July 30, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - P Words" Poetry Writing Contest with POESY as original title; Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 7/31/2023.
I Am A King, Royal is the Stand
Never Tethered, Just a Vagabond on the Precipice of Zenith Of Man
On High Ground, I Stand Alone
Noble and Chivalrous, No match for The Stone
Solar Rexus on the Crest, I was born for Kingship
Zero Sheckles for my Spirit,
Pro Rege, Lege, Et Grege, Excalibur
I wield Fire from the Scabbard,
Into the Flames, Shield Wielding, Helmet Gleaming
Luminous Is The Way, Now I'm Heraldic Sword Swinging
I Am Arthurian, No Stone Thrown Uncounted For
I AM Brave, Valorous, and Unforged
High Goals, Ideals, and Hardships got me Simply Stoic
Now I'm High minded, I turn Foes to Poems
Harnessing power from the Sun, I trod Steeds Of Novelty
One of High Dreams, I wield Steel Tips Of Sovereignty
Gryphon is the Seal, I Am Lion Hearted, Eagle Minded
Triumphant by the Valor, I sing Psalms of Knightship
In Layman's Terms I'm bringing back Chivalry
Wining and Dining Boons like it was Guinevere
No trails for the Solace, I Blaze New Frontiers
I Am a Holy Mountaineer,
Golden Helmet On The Seal, I Ascend Ranks like Hermes
Wings Broad, I Illuminate Greater Faculties
I Am Staunch and Steadfast on these Hooves Of Virtue
Ever Forth, Ever Upwards towards Restitute
Lemonade; the sour made
for pulling on a tongue.
A sweetened taste of liquid juice
where wonder's just begun.
Refreshing for it's ray of light
where acid burns the sun.
A quench to seal saliva's way
that cooling brings to fun.
Where nickels placed on sticky spills
mean profits raised to some.
That little girls wearing fancy pearls
are dressed in hats to chum.
While wooden spoons that serve to churn
rest lightly on their side.
and lemon rinds pressed into strands
turn upward as they've dried.
That on this day we celebrate
these lemons to the sun.
To raise your pitcher up to thee
and pray there's never none.
Written: June 14, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 37 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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Amidst the rolling hills and verdant green,
Lies a land of arcane, almost Xanadu if seen.
A place of ariose where dreams are born,
And the sun rises each day as an auric crown.
In this Elysian land, time seems to stand still.
Worries and troubles fade away, as if by will.
Here, one can find peace and tranquility.
The beauty of nature is its canorous serenity.
Glory in magenta and gold hues in the sky
The birds emit an opera of tunes as they fly.
The aroma of fresh flowers floods the air.
Trees soar high, their limbs rising in a blare.
Going upward, I have faith in my heart.
Through gloomy slopes and twisty parts.
The peaks are starting to come into sight.
Their tops were aurified with golden light.
I wander through this nebulous land of bliss.
And fathom a sensation of perspicuous peace.
I realize that I have embedded my idyllic place,
An oasis of diaphanous passion and grace.
Almost akin to Xanadu, an island of dreams.
It motivates me with whispered schemes.
The seal of the blessing of a utopian paradise
A realm where loveliness is eternal never dies.
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
Childhood memories of blissful delight*
engraved in heart, truly precious treasures
how enriching; still vivid to my sight.
Family bonding midst dining pleasures
feasting on parents’ prepared “comfort food”
so delicious along milk’s sweet measures…
Play time with dear siblings of cheerful brood
indoor games or mirth-filled “hide-and-seek”
joyous after settling petty kid’s feud…
Chores’ fulfillment during ends of the week
washing dishes, cleaning, cooking with zeal
helped me cherish wondrous motherhood’s peak…
Expectant always for Dad’s packaged seal
containing fruits, pastries, toys… gracious gifts
lavishing care in the home I did feel…
Sundays affirming church attendance lifts
while taught to value spiritual gain*
trusting God with one accord of no rifts…
My childhood experiences do reign
through memories oblivion can't drain.
*1Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.
November 25, 2020
4th place, "Terza Rima Form" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/28/2020.
Calmness signals heart's strength
Watching closely what words lock,
To blind reasoning behind acceptance
Of mind's choice cum conviction's stand:
"Follow what you feel, time will heal,
Life's treat that seems a difficult conceit,
Understanding couldn't beat or mistreat
Before it reveals its effective ideal seal"
Covered up by deceit's travelling length,
Like truth won't be able to meet and unlock...
Its acquired position as of due accordance-
When challenged, it ends up been banned:
"Choose what you need; sow a kind seed,
Life is about growing, no one is perfect knowing
Right-wrong deeds, unless learnt while trials mislead
Many a time hoeing yet never give up sowing"