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Two black backed gulls returning
gathering twigs they build their nest
haphazardly placed on a concrete ledge
protecting eggs from thieves and vermin
Watching her patiently sit, she waits
for her precious brood to arrive
in rain and fog and cold and sun
her warmth stirs the life she creates
Just before dawn at the end of the night
I spy three babies before me
fluffy, spotty, adorable chicks
uplifting my soul, my heart fills with delight
Written 31st May 2019
5th PLACE
Contest: An Uplifting Feeling - Bookend Rhymes
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest Name STRAND no 650
Sponsor Brian Strand
Honorabe Mention
The color of my heart is red- and true.
Dark red glows love- pink, altruistic care.
But at the same time, radiates rich blue
as loyalty dwells strong and deep in there.
Just like a rainbow, it can wane soft green
to share with all, its peaceful, tranquil hue;
then show bright rays of orange-tangerine
when creativity yields its gifts too.
And golden yellow blends right in to spread,
as my heart holds up hope for all to feel.
Throughout my life, past, present, and ahead,
my heartfelt empathies- their tints reveal.
My heart, both in and out, is rainbow-lined-
the spectrum of its colors, unconfined.
~1st Place~
Standard Contest - Any Form
Sponsor, Brian Strand
~6th Place~
Contest: Colour Of My Heart
Sponsor, John Hamilton
Black and White
No. 4 Picture
Deep harsh
Baa Baa
calls of
black sheep
chase ducks
and hens
in the
farm yard.
Dense black
hairs on
thick skin
curl like
small rings.
Dark wool
keeps warm.
Knit caps,
shoes, socks.
Cheat cold.
Bold sheep
with white
strong teeth
chews soft
green grass,
shows long
wide tongue.
03/07/16
United colors Black and White Contest
Sponsor Silent One
I Am a Humming Bird
So small I am, a wonder of the skies,
With wings of breathless speed, I gently land
Upon bright blossoms where I find the prize
That offers me my sustenance as planned.
Oh, sweetest nectar, joys of life I find,
Among the fields in bushes, plants, and trees,
In opened buds is happiness confined
To be extracted with my expertise.
I, hummingbird, so small in the grand scheme,
Do make my mark in nature’s simple ways,
To use my energy, fulfill my dream
And capture joy—with nectar live my days.
Among Earth’s sweetest blooms I am complete
Where nature offers gifts of nectar sweet.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: Picture Yourself As A Bird
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 05/23/2015
Hummingbird – Meaning: Joy, Nectar of Life
Who do you think you are?!?
You use your tears like money,
Each one paying for another excuse ...
Lies dripping with feigned empathy,
And staining honesty like blood.
Yet these briny drops fall to me,
Pressed between our empty pages ...
Like a dried rose once given in love, cherished,
Now, left to wither ... thorns and all.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Select C Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Who Do You Think You Are" Poetry Contest
Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
I am no longer in my youth, it has flown the coop,
my bones, and joints won’t listen to my commands.
I spend most of my days picking up dog poop.
Don't get me wrong I'm happy to be in my age group,
I must admit I'm not fond of these wild grey strands.
I am no longer in my youth, it has flown the coop.
Sometimes I play bingo with an amazing silver troop,
but I miss dancing to live music and big bands.
I spend most of my days picking up dog poop.
Or talking to my friend Flo who gives me the scoop,
I long to take several trips to faraway lands.
I am no longer in my youth, it has flown the coop.
As I sit daydreaming, I snap to; hubby is a big snoop
What am I to do when life and age make demands?
I spend most of my days picking up dog poop.
In the end, I feel youthful although I can’t hula hoop,
I'm ok as I stare at these wrinkled old hands.
I am no longer in my youth, it has flown the coop,
I spend most of my day picking up dog poop.
05/4/2023
Contest: “Y” Challenge Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled
Soundness remains what we will believe
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief
The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!
Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers
Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride
-Iambic Tetrameter
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Laura Breidenthal
We are more than friends bound by sisterly cord
Tied around the loving care of the Lord
Never to be separated by sickness-sword…
There was I hurting, striving to dispel attacking gloom
Begging God for strength while entering patient’s room
Ambivalent, if plea was for her; or for me to face hope’s bloom…
Witnessing anguish caused by ailment woe
My heart did languish, confessing painful blow
Beseeching divine intervention for life extension glow…
Indeed, the Lord’s grace, mercy, and peace* abound
To "caress the broken heart with threads of muted sound"**
Reaching-out with care, assuring presence where support is found…
Here am I again… vanquishing dart of pain
While faith treads onward, anticipating answered prayer-gain
Triumphant to behold miracles that still reign!
*2Thessalonians 3:16 Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means...
**Line from the Contest sponsor
August 4, 2023
Tristich in rhyme form
2nd place, "Choose A Line II" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph; judged on 8/13/2023
Christmas Eve
We gathered close together Christmas Eve,
while windows framed a winter fairyland;
our own 'frosty the snowman' stood on guard
beneath the moon, with hat and scarf so grand.
With joy, we finished trimming up the tree
while Jingle Bells played on the stereo,
and thinking that just any moment soon
dear Santa Clause and Elves were good to go
with all the toys they'd gathered and packed up
on Santa's magic sled to fly away,
cheered on by prancing Reindeer and sleigh bells
to bring kids Season's Joy on Christmas Day.
Sandra M. Haight
~st Place~
Contest: Ho ho ho
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 12/27/2016
Must use these 10 words:
Elves, Frosty the Snowman, Christmas, Jingle Bells, Toys
Sled, Sleigh Bells, Santa Claus, Trimming, Winter Fairyland
Pinpoints of wild rosette deepen the view
Into a field where blossoms flaunt their shade;
When August basks to grace our passion anew
Imbuing laced ecstasy … a rich brocade.
In fragrant whiffs renewing thrill of hours
Mild the sunset , bolder the lustrous tints
While we caress kiss glide on sky’s towers--
To lend our ardent love its flamed imprints.
Gently, dusk comes in earthen-colored flight
Till you stutter warm lines … begging for my hand:
O fireflies gleam in riots of delight,
A vow enkindling such pious demand.
From the raging wake of a new moon’s shine
I quiver to praise blest summer, divine!
Summer Love Sonnet Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton 5/16/2018
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