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For us, He placed upon His son all our pain
For me and you, His only son was slain
He directs a path for the pouring rain He calms the sea, causing a refrain
He gives broad wings to the winds He causes the earth on its axis to spine
He's in charge of the whole human race He sets billions of stars in their place
The history of the world is His Story
Let everything be done for His Glory
He bids us all to kneel and cease our fears
He embraces us with love, wipping away our tears
He demands silence, and the demons behave He speaks commands to ocean waves
He makes the most coward souls brave He beckons weak ones from their caves
01042018 PS Contest, Impress Me, SKAT A
flowing, carousing, swirling on libra
winds, the tips of floral thumbs
spiral down into autumn’s pewter bowl
caressing lips of leaves
more temperate in shades of october’s
fading yellow, perhaps brown sepia,
deepening the incense of quite solitude
away from the burst of soaking, reeling spring...
it is the time for holy retreat when
stems and branches droop to rest on a clayed
blanket of earth, soulful and so serene,
much like wet light of dusk iced with frail
sleeves of fading blades...
october caresses the skin of men to smell
the air of reflective passages; a time
for quiet joy and embraceable songs.
and in it’s stillness, the heart of sages listens.
October Contest for SKAT
posted 10/6
by: nette onclaud
“Saw a Duck the Other Day.”
“Saw a duck the other day.”
That was all she said.
An invitation? A question?
A glimpse into another world?
“Saw a duck the other day.”
No explanation, just that quizzical
face looking at me from the back seat,
smiling in the rear view mirror.
“Saw a duck the other day.”
Brilliant, I thought, a conversation
starter and stopper in one line.
How does one respond?
I could try the usual.
“What was he wearing?”
“Was he waiting for the bus?”
“Was he heading south?”
No. None of those would fit.
We had played this game too often.
At first she would just look up,
smile that impish smile.
In time she would engage me
in our game of mental tag.
“Saw a duck the other day.”
her simply stated “You’re it!”
So when you hear a voice behind you
see the rear view mirror eyes
remember there’s a game afoot
regardless of their size.
John G. Lawless
11/28/2013
submitted to – Any Old Poem #5 – Poetry Contest
sponsor – SKAT A
Enumeration of Thought, within my entire being, as if to ascertain an exact molecular particle; of selectively predisposed choice.
Pre-being molecules particulate, if as an exact enumeration of my entire dispositional thought selection.
Predisposed ascertainment of an exact choice within select molecular thought particles.
Throughout my entire thought article, parts of moles file exact lines of rapid choices.
Iron lung overcasting dark heart within particles of mispronounced enunciation.
Thoughts drown an innocuous man, found pondering about an empty tide pool.
Tad poles think about life above all else when thee light shows its radiant rays of ascertained enumeration.
Aspired by inspired guy, hidden within lies between the walls.
Mirrors talk back when the glass is turned inside out beside wind blown sand falls of intrepid insidiousness.
Wind falls into sand mirrors imaginary coastal vocabulary.
Sand falls talk through blown glass wisp chandeliers that are incomprehensibly mortal beings, within thinkers' thought.
One being, willingly faces molecular particles' windfall's evaporate, through profound memory that trepidatious thought ascertained sand blown mortality.
An innocuous man found pondering about an empty tide pool.
Aspired by an inspired guy, hidden between lying walls.
Thinking about life above all else, when right light reveal its radiant rays through profound memory that thought insidiousness could turn glass inside out.
Enumeration of Thought, within my entire being, as if to ascertain an exact molecular particle; of selectively predisposed choice.
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I looked after an old lady and she always used to say
‘Three things never come back…
The spoken word, the sped arrow, and the neglected opportunity’
I look back on my life, yes I have regrets
Of the things I’ve done, or I haven’t done
The things I’ve said or I haven’t said
We must remember, life is all too short
None of us know what is around the corner
So seize the moment and do it now
Grab every opportunity you can
Tell people around you that you love them
For tomorrow may never come…
Carpe Diem – seize the day
10~25~14
Submitted to Premiere contest #10 sponsored by Skat
House Is Where The Home Is
Doors and windows are never locked at home
Nothing worth stealing. It's not a castle worth worrying about
I feel like every home, is my home, when I am welcomed in it
Friends and family make me feel that way when we are visiting
Strange people come to my house frequently not speaking English
They must be aliens, my wife would know, as she is a foreigner also
Coincidentally, she and I live together in our house with language mysteries
Baking pies, eating rice and beans, doing other Spanish and English things
We settle differences, our house is a home where we make history
Created on 1/26/15 for SKAT A “Home Sweet Home” – Poetry Contest
Dr Seuss' quote-
You know you are in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Starry sky
As I lie on my bed
restless and sleepless,
Staring at night sky
lending twinkle to stars,
Amazed at the beauty
way they look so bright,
Those dreams of longing
vanish in insomnia,
Maybe I am in love,
maybe I was out of sight.
As I conquer my desires
yearnings reach an end,
His love in my heart
pounces to pretend,
Dreams turned to reality
sleep no more fascinates,
Maybe I am in love
and I was out of sight then.
Eyes that once sobbed dry
now the tears glitter,
On every tender blink
I fear losing these pearls,
Heart that stops awhile
and regains its flair,
Hymn that darkness sings
the starry sky enchants.
Maybe I am in love,
When dreams put to reality,
Who bothers about sleep ?
Written August 12th, 2015
For contest by Casarah
Now entered for contest " Theme#1 Stars- old poem contest" by SKAT A
Awarded 10th place win
As an orange sun sets in the west
Silhouetting the trees
Flashes of orange and bright, bright white
Sights eyes can not believe
What were those flashes of orange
And white so clean and bright
Curiosity got my interest
And covered all the fright
As soon as next day's sun came up
On a trek to explore
In the woods and up the mountain
This enigma can't ignore
It was a long hard climb to the top
But there were flowers blooming.
In the shade, on the forest floor
Seemed something was looming
In fright I crept along the path
Well beaten by creatures
Mice, squirrels, and chipmonks footsteps
Along the trail featured
Then there asleep just outside a cave
Wearing nothing but shoes
White high top athletic pair
An orange ape peruse
Holy cow, it's bigfoot sound asleep
Just inside the cave more
High top athletic shoes bright white
To keep them clean a chore
Bigfoot began to move and stretch
Behind a tree I hid
He began to unlace his shoes
And those big feet undid
Augh!!! The odor that came from those
Feet, I almost got sick
He went down to the creek and washed
Coming back really quick
He threw the smelly shoes in the wash
And powdered down some clean
Danced away across the forest
Awaking me from dreams
Sponsor: Skat A (Poet, Destroyer A)
Contest: Bigfoot (the contest)
Written: April 20, 2015
Author: Sara Kendrick
unfinished
I float on sea waves of tranquility
drift far down to find stillness -
feel the serenity
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January 13, 2016
Poetry/Kimo/the deep blue sea
Copyright Protected, ID 16-744-369-0
all Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Only Those NA Contests with note
sponsor, Edward Ebbs (NA in Theme #6 Contest, Skat)
Second Place
Note:
I love the dreamy quality of this poem. It makes me want to float, light and
relaxed, beautiful in tranquility and serenity, I think it is an excellent Kimo.
The poem captures the feeling of floating in the deep blue.
I could look at this painting
forever, oh Klimt was a talent!
Lake side with birch trees is where I would like to be,
beside the dappled blue still water . . .
I would pick yellow buttercups,
bluebells and purple larkspur growing wild, oh beautiful;
Oh dream,
so sublime.
Klimt has taken me away
to a serene place in my mind.
What a divine green dream of nature in tranquility,
but the painting- I must leave;
I think the gallery would miss it . . .
But, when days are rainy and I am forlorn, I must go;
to view,
beauty painted.
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November 21, 2017
Submitted to Premiere Contest 16,
sponsor, A Skat