Long Stanza Poems
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It’s Easter time again.
The faithful celebrate
sweet Resurrection Day.
The message moves us all.
We worship, sing, and pray.
It’s Easter time again.
Now, bless this scrumptious feast.
Line up and grab a plate.
The kids’ event is next,
and they can hardly wait.
It’s Easter time again.
The bunny came last night
with treats for every child.
Now hunt those pastel eggs.
The kids are running wild!
It’s Easter time again.
Experiencing both
the fun and holiness
creates great memories.
This day, the Lord will bless.
April 13, 2022
Contest: All April Monchielle Poetry Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
July 19, 2022
entered in the Your Favourite Poem from the First Half of 2022 Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it”
~ Machiavellian counsel by Oscar Wilde
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Struggling with temptation,
creates a dilemma
requiring our free will,
to discern and so choose,
nectar or ego swill.
Struggling with temptation,
in truth’s a no brainer,
either which ways we win,
if free from addiction,
renouncing ways of sin.
Struggling with temptation,
keeping our heart carefree,
go not with base instinct
but pause a while to think:
is our intent love inked?
Struggling with temptation,
reflect this oh hermit;
why did the urge arise,
although we now do know,
that soul lives, body dies?
21-July-2022
On the hunt to find one
Painted eggs wait for me
Hide and seek, let's go play
The game's begun early
On this Easter Sunday
On the hunt to find one
Wooden basket in hand
The orange egg was mine
Lying there in plain sight
'Neath the rising sunshine
On the hunt to find one
Shaded by my bonnet
The blue egg was sky high
Nestled in an oak limb
Hidden, and acting shy
On the hunt to find one
That dear old Bunny placed
Low 'neath a tulip stem
Pink and purple eggs sat
Just my eyes noticed them
On the hunt to find one
Skipping my way along
The middle of the hills
A yellow egg I seek
Lost amongst daffodils
On the hunt to find one
Spying the last green egg
Amidst the grass so tall
I ran back to Mother
Shouting, "I found them all!"
Winter Light 1-25-24
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Winter Light
Winter light streaks through trees
Laughs in games of freeze tag
Plays “catch me, if you can.”
Somersaults through the frost
Bare light’s playful game plan.
Winter light streaks through trees
Dashing on north wind’s breath
Inhales scent of new snow,
Trailing saffron streamers,
Dark escapes as light flows.
Winter light streaks through trees
Pirouettes pastel hues
Branches stretch for warm light,
Morning light bundles boughs,
Chases dark tints from night.
Winter light streaks through trees
Twirls and shouts, wild and free
Shares secrets in dawn’s shades
Tints of yellow joy zoom,
In shades like gold brocade.
Is there anywhere cool?
Everywhere there is heat
A summer of 'Dog Days'
Cool air is what I seek
Not this mirage of haze.
Is there anywhere cool?
People wilt, sweat runs free
Even the shade is hot
Our home we cannot flee
Suffering in hot spot.
Is there anywhere cool?
All things subject to heat
Everything breaking down
Temperance obsolete
In perspiration drown.
Is there anywhere cool?
Yes, just wait for winter
The thought might make you frown
When summer is interred
And safety underground.
My thoughts are with all brave firefighters. A heartfelt thank you....
Pixabay Image by: Pixelman
Daily morning ritual rain or sunshine
Eye romance beginning on a bus stop queue
Founding jaunty mawkishness everlasting
Teenager pining
Background music softly enraptures the mood
Candelabra flickers on snowy linen
Sparkling bubblies celebrate our encounter
Eagerness mounting
Flawless cuteness leaning on steaming bathtub
Bashful petals casting their lovely fragrance
Spellbound, swirling in midst of bursting bubbles
Hankering simmers
Blurring horn halts instantly my intense trance
Prospect missed as porcelain beauty vanished
Left with a foretaste of that magic moment
I vow she’ll be mine
11.27.2022
*Image of Best Collapse by Giphy.
Pilfered Soulless House
Pilfered dawn occasions a soulless house, bruised
appeals innocence whilst porch screen once tended,
concedes whispers of dust calm quest of quarters,
~~views endured through time.
Some non-existent floorboards chanced ferns sprouting
rights, roots by an unnerved staircase, challenging
few, yon a blurred window, --rooms without a view
~~volumed sights, ventures.
Wilt garden fruitless seasons, its gardener
enshrined nigh, atop sits scentless plastics, stiffs
amidst squeezed breaths constants against a rosette,
~~hugging touched headstone.
Tempest strived roof musing o'er wealth perceived themes
of swayed hyperboles, midst shared rooms, aroused town's
tattlers year-long spread, wanes, delays one closed door,
~~course perused ruins
***porch, ferns, roof, rosette, staircase, window, garden, house, door, whispers
2020 July 13
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND your pick
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 08
*1st Place*
Decaying House
~~Constance La France: Judged 2020 July 19
Going to school, meeting colleagues & students,
pulled off my time
Sharing tons of laughters,was a shrill of joy
Explaining the chapters with vivid examples gained
a good rapport.
Exchanged bunch of happiness..
Pupils bustling around me,resembled like moon revolving around earth
Their cute little answers for the question I ask,bursted
balloon of smile
The love and care they showered up on me has no limits.
Unconditional love is immeasurable...
Lovely students badged me as their young mother,
Coz they enjoyed my teaching and humour filled friendly classes
Colleagues loved me like a child and protected me like a flower.
Profession plunged with fondness...
Now, we sit in our homes,fearing the pandemic cause
Drowned in grief,hearing to news channel's,incurring high loss
Due to lockdown, standard of living has gone for a toss.
Disastrously the thrill is gone....
6-7-2020
Note:Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest(N/A)
Title chosen:5.)The Thrill Is Gone
Submitting to STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (25) ,any form,any theme
Poetry Contest. Sponsored by Brian Strand.
We have a yen for zen,
for we are a poet,
choosing to sing our song
without inhibition,
taking mankind along.
We have a yen for zen,
so follow not the herd
but carve our path through life,
moment to moment thus,
joyous, aglow, bliss rife.
We have a yen for zen,
free from fear and desire,
with malice towards none,
acceptant and at peace,
knowing we all are one.
We have a yen for zen,
so abide in silence,
connected to our soul,
dispersing love and light,
here in our earth life role.
12-May-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Written: December 27, 2023, For Emile Pinet Contest
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Put the past behind you
ride brave into the wind,
seize a raw adventure
seek a fresh life to start
bear the road for venture.
Put the past behind you
don't glare on the rear-view
those miles won't show again
greet fresh destination;
where your tired soul can zen.
Put the past behind you
maybe just through the bend
you stand so rattling tall
how you never yield in,
you bend but do not fall.
Put the past behind you
In a hypnotic splash
breeze of birth keeps blowing;
right there is where you stay
you are always glowing.