Long September 11 Poems
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I’m love, expressing the Creator’s heart
For God is love, and love is the greatest
Magnifying miracle-mercy moves
Toward prayer’s length; upward service strength
Defying Venus and Aphrodite’s might.
Wondrous sight is it to cite my marvels
With my grace-light and care, I light and care
Helping well thru my compassionate mercy
My patience is like eternal hope…
Yet in my reign forever; death, I’ll smite.
Verily, I’m God’s most supreme kindness
Causing Christ to carry cross of Calv’ry
Leaving His throne of glory in Heaven
To reach down to Adam’s world that’s condemned
Granting salvation… life everlasting.
My precious loss is hatred’s advantage
Yet its grand schemer can never prevail
For he’s a conquered foe back in Eden.
Do you share God’s love? Is charity* yours?
Be not faithless; trust the Lord to have me.
*1Peter 5:14 Greet ye one another with a kiss of charity. Peace be with you all that are in Christ Jesus.
September 11, 2018
Poetic Devices employed in this poem are:
Lines 1.Personification; 2.Metaphor; 3.Alliteration;
4.Internal rhyme; 5.Truism with Hyperbole;
6.Homophones; 7.Homographs; 8.Tautology;
9.Simile; 10.Hyperbaton; 11.Superlative;
12.Consonance; 13.Paradox; 14.Synecdoche;
15.Euphony;16.Oxymoron; 17.Metonymy;
18.Allusion; 19. Rhetorical questions; 20. Litotes.
2nd place, "A LITANY OF POETIC DEVICES" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 9/13/2018.
Leaves have floated into piles,
luminous colors for miles and miles;
burgundy, burnt orange and yellow hovering,
the trees slowly relinquishing and surrendering.
A cool breeze makes them dance,
some quiet and calm, some leap and prance;
the autumn sky, so ever changing,
clouds moving, billowing and expanding.
One blustering cold wind,
the piles empty where once leaves had been;
a brilliant sun touches a tree,
and lovely stained glass windows, I now see.
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August 14, 2012
Poetry/Verse/Autumn Beauty
Copyright Protected, ID 08-413-505-14
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, August
Sponsor, Brian Strand , Judged 08/2016
First Place
Written for the Standard contest, Autumn's Beauty
Sponsor, Gail Doyle, Judged 08/2012
First Place
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Featured Poem- Week of September 11, 2022
Sure words of intents pure
Lines with rhythmic posture
Along God’s great* grandeur
Make my rhymes secure!
Truths of love will endure
In my great rhyme’s pasture
Melting failure’s torture
Expressing joy-filled cure!
Revealing grand future
Images of bright culture
Move my rhymes’ adventure
Employed with faith’s gesture!
Planned with pattern-measure
Of metrical pleasure
Exposing hope’s treasure…
My rhymes do so assure!
*Psalm 104:1 Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty.
Acrostic Form and Monorhyme
April 22, 2018
Edited on September 11, 2018
Honorable Mention, "Why would your self-expression matter to others?" Poetry Contest, sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 10/4/2018.
Footsteps on stairs,
little feet pounding, running,
child faces peeking round the kitchen door,
expectancy alive, dancing in their eyes.
They know that love is always here
waiting just for them.
Each one thinks he is favorite;
in his or her own way, it is true.
Each is the most special
not for anything they say or do,
just for being.
We have our rituals -
breakfast French toast and bacon,
back rubs and funny faces,
movie nights,
ice cream after church,
backyard camp outs,
lots of love, laughter.
Happy takes me by surprise
each time I look
in my grandchild’s eyes.
© September 11, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Apple tart tops apricot pie
Bitter gourd blends with bean curd fry
Carrot cake craves for chili sigh
Durian desserts yell doughnut cry.
Eggplants yield puddings shaped as chicks
Fruity gums glue potato sticks
Garlic lollipops waft shared licks
Hot tomatoes ignite toothpicks.
Ice cream, pepper flavor, alright
Jelly chocolates melt in light
Kindness candy brings heaven flight
Love-shaped cookies kiss lips with bite.
Merry marmalade smites bad pout
Nougat rewards weight lifter bout
Offered cheese ignores nosy doubt
Peanut butter makes nails so stout.
Quietude chips calm quirky strain
Restive popcorn reigns midst brain drain
Serenity soup soothes heart sprain
Tranquility sweets fight sleep pain.
Unity bread divides for all
Victory drinks kick fools to fall
Winsome pastries shout sugar call
Xanthic dips keep bouncing as ball.
Yummy delights appetite zest
Zooming toward dieter’s crest
Yearning for good night rest...
Zipper my mouth to thank* God, blest.
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
September 11, 2021
ABC with rhyme
5th place, "Nonsense Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 10/26/2021.
Our house was built in 'sixty-eight,
a long bi-level, brick, and white.
A retro queen I was those days,
and avocado made it right.
The kitchen was my favored place –
appliances in "sixties" green;
refrigerator, matching stove,
completed well that retro scene.
For many years they lasted well -
and replaced once; the find was tough!
But later on, my luck ran out –
no avocado kitchen stuff.
The second fridge broke down one day;
a new one had to come real fast.
A plain old white one took its place,
and I was left distressed, aghast!
My retro strove looked lonely, sad
without its avocado mate;
Its matching fridge, now she was gone –
he knew this soon would be his fate.
Oh, how I miss those retro days!
Appliance colors were such fun!
That avocado cherished green
refridge and stove, compared to none!
Now stainless, white, is where it's at –
appliances, their brilliance lack.
Perhaps the pendulum will swing –
bring retro avocado back!
September 11, 2015
Somewhere
In Remembrance of September 11
Somewhere…
A family is mourning 18 years ago, again
Somewhere…
An 18-year old is celebrating their birthday
Having never known their dad or mom.
Somewhere…
People are thankful they didn't go to work that day.
Somewhere…
We wonder about today?
Somewhere…
Somebody says goodbye for the last time.
Somewhere…
Somebody holds their newborn.
Somewhere…
A lady finds out she has cancer.
Somewhere…
A woman is a cancer survivor.
Somewhere…
A man finds out he has cancer.
Somewhere…
Another man finds out he is cured.
Somewhere…
Somebody lost a loved one
from disease.
Somewhere…
Somebody survived a terrible accident.
Somewhere…
Satan convinced someone God doesn't exist.
Somewhere…
Somebody shared the good news of Jesus
Somewhere…
Someone was saved with Christ’s blood
Acts 2 and Romans 6
Somewhere…
A teenager is dying from a drug overdose
Somewhere…
A teenager just completed rehab
They need someone to believe and support them again
Somewhere…
A parent is crying in prayer for their child.
Somewhere…
Somebody is laughing with their child.
Somewhere…
Someone lost their job.
Somewhere…
Someone received a new job.
Somewhere…
A child is being abused.
Somewhere…
A child is being rescued.
Somewhere…
Someone is contemplating suicide.
Somewhere…
Someone befriended another
Not realizing that was the hope he/she needed
Somewhere…
You had the opportunity to encourage another.
Somewhere…
Somebody encouraged you
Somewhere…
This poem will end.
Somewhere…
The circle of life keeps going.
Somewhere…
We all need a friend.
Somewhere…
We all need to be a friend.
Somewhere…
The greatest is LOVE.
Somewhere…
Is everywhere!
Copyright © Robert Moore 2019
Autumn brings colors to uplift "summer's soul"
"washing withered" greens with bright patina;
the eyesight delight which brightens and abets,
with "fiery fusion," new scenes old summer will accept-
highlights, imparted justly, as her season's last hurrah
while she leaves, bereaves her lost Xanadu,
in the brilliance of red/golds swirled with orange/amber,
crowning trees and carpeting sprawled bald lawns with cheer-
to "soften summer's" exit within "Autumn's arena"-
until she returns again- post next year's Spring Rebirth.
September 11, 2022
~1st Place~
Contest: The A's Have It
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 10/02/2022
Theme/Title: Last Hurrah
Bold = Alphabetical order of 3 words
Quotes = Alliterations
Italics = Internal Rhyme
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Contest Rules:
2 or more lines with 3 words in alphabetical order. It can be
more words but the minimum is 3 words.
3 or more lines with alliterations.
2 or more lines with internal rhymes (perfect rhymes)
Spell out a word with the last letters of each line,
That word is your Title and your Theme
Momma Told Me
Momma had alot to handle, family of eight
She is the best, she kept us straight
Listening to her was easy, we were content
Anytime together was time well spent
As a little girl, I hardly looked back
Memories in and out, some fell down the crack
I was a tomboy, always climbling in the trees
Outdoors was where you could find me, mud up to my knees
Every now and then we would get into an argument
Mom would step in, she was very diligent
Something she told us, that today still stands tall
"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"
Written by: Debra Falgout
September 11, 2012
"Oh Lord lets go down ain't no love that can be found. Oh Lord let's go down, down to the river and pray."***
Oh Lord I honestly need to be saved! Please wash all
of my sins away. Oh Lord I need your help right away.
I am going down to the Snohomish river today.
I'm going down to the Snohomish river today.
Oh Lord lets both go down to the Snohomish
River today. Why should we tarry? Tell
me why Lord should we delay?
"Oh Lord lets go down ain't no love that can be found.
Oh Lord let's go down, down to the river and pray".***
Oh Lord today's the very day I am asking to wash
all of my sins away. Oh Lord please hear me while
I pray down at the Snohomish River to pray.
Oh Lord I freely confess my sins right away!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
September 11, 2020