Long Sijo Poems
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Oh, master of heaven on four legs have we walked too long
let me upright walk said Amur the tiger, a man I would wish to be
“Amur” said the lord remain in the cave hungry and arise a man
The bear, who was his friend, stayed with Amur, the tiger in hunger
in a cave and as the Lord declared the bear for her discipline became a woman
Amur the tiger left to hunt, ate, and still slinks through the mountains.
Amur distraught stalks the woods in an endless hunt for food
man upright and small may only kill or bow to the tiger strength and pray
together man, woman and tiger may yet save the world.
*Above I have briefly told you of two of Korean creation myths.
The TIGER is at the center of Korean Culture, they have the
largest tigers in the world in North Korea now, and they are
coming back from near extinction.
Ushering our country toward vibrant Christmas festive zest
September echoes jubilant carols, expressing, “Be blest”
Midst triumphant birthday greetings for dear Brother with God’s best*.
(Rhyming Sijo)
*3John 1:2 Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth.
Our country is known for its long Christmas celebration that starts in September.
My eldest brother’s birthday is September 5, and we are always invited to his celebration.
September 18, 2022
4th place, "Remember September" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 9/23/2022.
MOST BEAUTIFUL LOVE
Barren rice fields, hungry heart; heels cracking dry ¬ thirsty soul part.
Face awaiting, every season, knotted aching old ~ new reasons...
Love! Oh Love! Written by God, crawl on us strengthen our grit.
Clanging cymbals, sounding gongs; monotone symbols, forgotten songs.
Magnetic face, probing the depths, soft gem breadth glorious grace.
Love, darling, you make me sing, awaking warm jolly spring!
Painter's brush ~ poetess deep crush; sight to blind ¬ mind to share... care?
I'll try to hop, heights of the hills, conquering fears as melting chill...
Nights are sunny, its love my sweet, 'cause of you always anew!
Diamonds flair, light on wrong; purity fair err, patience miles long.
old gnarled skin, weakening bones, brittle gray hair failing youthful tone. . .
Dear honey, you did atone, staying with me until the end.
Cinderella shoe¬ oceanic blue; dreams do come true, I love you.
Ice and fire, heaven and hell, collapsing match try to fight well...
Baby love, innocence smell, must I hasten or calmly hold?
(c) Olive Eloisa
4:04pm
July 08, 2014
CONTEST NAME: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
SPONSOR: DEBBIE GUZZI
4th place, to God be the greatest glory..:)
Inspired by the Biblical Verse: I Corinthians 13
Within a lush verdant meadow, meanders a lazy river
Where wildflowers bloom beneath the warm breath of the sun
They sway upon a gypsy wind on this early morning in June
Stems of purple heather rise above the carpeted earth,
Emerald green as any Irish hillside or garden near the shore
Their saccharine scented plumes attract the pollen seekers
Bursts of color can be seen in shades of scarlet and white
For growing on the river's bank is a plethora of anemone
Not the variety that resides in the depths of a sea
Yellow iris mingle with daisies in this alfresco arboretum
Untouched by the hand of man, it's an immaculate bouquet
Resplendent in perfumed glory and pristine perfection
There's the mellifluous sound of a cascading waterfall
singing a soft melody as it spills from crevices of granite rock
Nourishing the serpentine river flowing through the glade
This haven appears as an Elysian Field, as Eden must have been
A sanctuary to remain inviolate and reverenced by the gods
Perceived to be hallowed ground, too sublime for mortal man
September 29, 2021
Your Best Sijo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Spring waltzes in with rosebud cheeks and swaying with a breeze.
She summons Sun and Rain to do her bidding; grace blossoms,
but she can’t compete with Summer’s sultriness; thus she takes her leave.
Summer spiritedly takes the stage as she tangos in with Sun.
As their passion scorches the ground on which they dance, storms may come,
cooling Summer off, but she leaves once Autumn sashays in.
Autumn is a playful sprite, brightening leaves for a while
and twirl-flirting with Wind as the days grow ever cooler.
Romantic at sundown, she slow-dances with shadows that lengthen.
Fall's sister, not as romantic, moves in a courtly way.
Winter enters Earth’s ballroom sometimes frigidly, yet can show grace
when she lets loose a white gown that glistens beneath Moon’s glow.
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How I long to see the narcissus blooming once again
So many months away, winter officially not here
Spring would help my grief and down mood lift, help me make it 'til then
Down where wisteria clusters hang from pines and lavender blooms
Their scent wafts in warm spring air, while their vines squeeze around trees
While their beauty competes with unfurling tender green leaves
Working through grief is not easy, maybe spring will help heal
Grief could consume but I know it comes in clusters unexpected
When spring comes, daffodils' yellow golden blooms will renew
Early on while winter lingers star magnolia will bloom
Hope will spring forth, hope of beauty, warmth and healing of my spirit
Death slipped in as winter approached, spring heals with fire of hope
"A friend is God's way of making
sure we never walk alone."
Christmas Ornament message
_____________________________
Early each morning we gather for a long winter walk,
the birds still murmur dulcet in trees and falling snowflakes whisper;
but, we are warmly dressed, walking and chatting together.
The streets are hushed waiting, tranquil quiescent, and peaceful,
labyrinths serendipitous with lighted houses that sigh joy;
as the deep solitude and images wash over us.
We come to a park where trees are ice draped and shimmering,
the scene sparkles and twinkles, the ground like a pristine white carpet;
we walk in awe of God's phantasmal winter creation.
Our conversation is so joyfully comfortable,
we float from one subject to another with interest and warmth;
time forgotten our feet lead us on a journey unknown.
After three hours we close the walk with coffee close to home,
outside a tree with stained glass leaves is our view as we sip café;
God has left us a bit of autumn beauty to behold.
garden in my coral dream showcases roses and violets,
gorgeous flowers swaying, fluttering petals in misty breeze,
intoxicated birds croon to each other, are they love-sick!
February 8, 2022
Syllables (16-15-15) checked by HMS.com
For "Roses are red, violets are blue - a valentine challenge in one of five ways" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
THIRD PLACE
For Brian Strand - 1074 Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
Time Passages
I drift midst some pleasant sensation~~from a morning mist,
that promptly parches within glowing ribbons~~where I sail lightly,
plucked anon afloat~~as my ramblings proceed aimlessly,
Presently skims a peacock sky~~fans out its righteous hue,
variously, ducks stapled in a pond~~quacks influences life,
views by ark's parts a motion~~equal to my emotions,
Channeling alterations that affect~~evolved futures,
preceptions are produced clearer~~like a hallway complete of doors,
whenever one is opened~~ventures varied responses,
I noted from moment to moment~~evoked fused answers,
harmonious so far~~whilst I perpetuate forward in thoughts,
mindful about yesterday's storm~~all in all, time will tell.
2020 November 13
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired
~~Constance La France
Humility, a prized gift, a quiet poise, a fond grace,
Peace, quietude and happiness bloom under its soft shade,
Not a stamp of softness or weakness, but a mark of silent strength.
The tall tree, towering to the sky, sheltering birds quite freely,
Stands so sturdy, but bends to the strong wind and rain torrents,
Nature`s clear and vibrant paradigm of humility.
The noble river, a silver thread, nourishing where it is led,
Journeys through slithering paths to merge with the wide ocean,
But never complains of losing its own identity.
The vast ocean, a huge mystery, deep, where secrets hide,
Through storms and calm, it keeps its place, holds the world in its sway
Provides food and fortune to men, but do not ask for anything.
Selfless and quiet teachers all around, on earth and underground,
They reveal the essence of humility at all times,
The need to have a gentle heart, be a humble player.