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WINDOW ON THE WORLD
My mind born free, like the autumn wind
it blows gently across the flushing meadow,
touching the petals of the flowers it finds
with expressive love in its whisper mellow.
Butterflies bring the tune of adoring whisper
to my heart vibrant in crescendo of emotion.
Rhythm of words inscribes it in rhyme on paper,
it becomes a poem, heart’s craving creation.
That’s when I’d open up like the dawn sky
where if as clumps of cloud you fly free
you’d then know me, discern what am I,
in the colors of my horizon you’d find me.
The hues of love would drape my poetry,
a window on the world it’d open for you.
An imagery of times and people you’d see,
the beauty of life it’d bring in your view.
September 20, 2018.
(Note : Response to the Sponsor's questions :
Stanzas 1 and 2 : Why write and share your writings?
Stanza 3 : Why would your self-expression matter to others?
Stanza 4 : Does the world need more poetry?)
Could not wait for recess
Straight to the playground towards the low hanging swings
Shouting yes!
Higher, higher
Reaching for the sky fun it brings;
Flier
Spirit
Inside me sings
It
Could not wait for recess
Reaching for the sky fun it brings
It
8/2/2020
Let's Minichu on an innocent childhood memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
1. This is a New form of Rhyme named MlNICHU (proposed by Mohan Chutani)
2. Total12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each)
3. Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD.
4. 4th stanza consists of repeat of 1st line of stanza1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3.
Poem should stick to a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting.
5. Syllable count :
Stanza 1: 6,12,3 (3 times 2,4,1)
Stanza 2: 4,8,2 ( 2 times 2,4,1)
Stanza 3: 2,4,1
Stanza 4: 6,8,1.
Format of the New form of Rhyme named MlNICHU is as follows: 1. Total12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each) 2. Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD. 3. 4th stanza consists of repeat of 1st line of stanza1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3. 4. Poem should stick to a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting. 5. Syllable count : Stanza 1: 6,12,3 Stanza 2: 4,8,2 Stanza 3: 2,4,1
agnostics’ have no hope
they cause Christians to pray for their lost, lonely souls
can they cope?
doubting His word
they can’t believe one God controls
absurd!
speak of
One who consoles
love
agnostics’ have no hope
they can’t believe one God controls
love
Forgiveness
Oh Lord, a contrite
and broken heart and spirit
you cannot reject
In your abundance
of mercy and compassion
do not me forget
My soul is grieving
please pardon my transgressions
I truly repent
Shine your face again
on this miserable man
on you I depend.
John Derek Hamilton
August 18, 2016
4 stanzas of senryu syllable count 5/7/5
"Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other"
Anton Chekhov
A doctor, a poet and a singer,
he was all three talents rolled into one,
prescribed in poetry, advised by song,
his medical practice was so much fun!
recited famous poems as he talked,
his happy patients were of him in awe,
he danced to his songs as he walked,
yet his treatment without a single flaw!
he was most popular with little tots,
they giggled at funny faces he pulled,
amongst doctors there may be many sorts,
but I bet none like him that are so chilled!
diseases of body are many kinds,
treated with medicines of many types,
with a jovial doctor, mind unwinds,
to help body overcome its gripes!
Premiere contest winner (4)
written 20/03/2021
Reveal your other Muse contest
Margarita Lillico sponsored
Brevity hence 4 stanzas
10 syllables, quatrains with partial imperfect rhyme.
Cold black coffee
This poetic room
Green eyes slightly glossy
You know you aren't immune
Wind chimes speaking
You convince yourself you understand
A home you don't feel like critiquing
Because for once it is quiet and you still feel your headband
The headband you took off on Wednesday
Every line gets longer as your mind works too fast
You write down the messy thoughts convinced they are okay
You lost the bad thoughts, for your mind is too vast
I'd admit I don't write these, my poems aren't real
I can't tell if that's true
I see and I think, then I write and I feel
But I can't rhyme and I wish that you knew
I think I am nauseous
Stomach half full of this cold decaf coffee
Wish I knew cool stuff like how a pumpkin is monoecious
These words I don't know, can my body be wishy-washy
Book cover bent like it looks up at God
I can't know what it's begging
Maybe it can sense that I'm a fraud
I don't like reading and maybe that's upsetting
How come book covers tell a better story than my face
Don't judge by it's cover but they have and they will
Existential thoughts, I don't think I'm meant for this place
Perhaps what we call life is a side effect of some pill
Poem stanzas get too long
The more I think, the more I think
No, the repetition is not wrong
When there's dust in your eyes, two times you will blink
My body itches inside out
The silence is now ringing
Is it crickets, maybe cicadas, sanity I doubt
Can my minds music still be singing
Summer awakens ...
bright-eyed and bold green -
buds-to-blossoms, sweet;
blooms-to-lazy leaves,
whispering of life:
"Come, join the fray!
Feel the sun smile ...
let the moon paint
your enchantment!"
Days stretch to
daub dusk's cheek
its long kiss ...
Winter
but a ...
ghost.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Diminished Hexaverse" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
( I exchanged this with its sister poem, 'Comes, Spring', because I decided it didn't fit the parameters of the DH contest, having six stanzas, not five. Syllables = 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3, 3, 3, 2, 2, 1, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
From high up
The rushing water leaps
A daring dive into the unknown.
Unrestrained
It tumbles down, eyes closed
Savouring the adrenalin rush
Of bold youth;
It flows in breathless flight
Crystalline streaks of exuberance.
Deafening
The roar of fulfilment
As waters meet and avidly merge.
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Paul Callus ~ 29th October, 2014
Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline.
[It consists of 4 stanzas of 3 lines each.
The syllable count for each stanza is 3, 6, 9.]
Contest: Some Form Of Crystalline
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Placed: 4th
Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till its time to begin
Dancing in puddles now filled up with laughter
Running through traffic as cars speed away
Searching for words in the headlines of morning
Writing of moons and the stars on display
Collecting my thoughts when I think I will never
Painting a smile on a rusted front door
Lifting a rock just to see what is under
Shopping for clothes in a grocery store
Looking through openings cut in the carpet
Reaching atop lonely sycamore trees
Juggling penguins, now where did that come from
Asking a bird what it knows about bees
Planting a bush in the depths of the ocean
Baking a cake in a rooftop design
Sweating the small when the big stuff does happen
Thinking of beer when I’d rather have wine
Wearing a frown in the moments I’m happy
Pushing a cart with a wobbly wheel
Lurking in shadows that form on the sunset
Dreaming of things that are hopefully real
Finding that all I have written is nonsense
All of the verses above will now show
When all I wanted to say was I love you
Like in these stanzas I’ve written below
Penning a poem to say what I’m feeling
Wishing the phrases will reach to your heart
Sending you hints of my steadfast devotion
Scribbling fonts that we never shall part
All that I am is now all that you make me
There is no one that this man could love more
You are the girl that I’ve wanted forever
Eternally you’ll be the one I adore
So there you have it, quite crazy but true
Poetic ramblings from deep in my mind
Where it is light with some dark in the corners
There is no telling the things you might find
11/03/19
The reason I think this poem is Trophy Worthy is it is one of my favorite poems, because it is me. A good amount of fun and nonsense and a lot of beautiful love which is what fuels my pen. I believe my cadence and rhymes are very good and it was a fun poem to write. I think those who read it really enjoyed it because it made them smile and that is usually my goal when writing poetry.
Listen to my nursery rhyme
A tale so regaling, yet sublime
Sated with jester, clown and mime
Riddler along to sanction every, literary crime
Mime to mimic my contorted form
Jester to scuttle every, accepted norm
Clown to mock all that seek to conform
Riddler to meter and rhyme deform
Muse that deadens every line
Stanzas that have no structure or byline
Verse with no purpose or design
Syntax without luster or shine
Scribe with pen so erudite
Quipster all his words to blight
Cantor to sing of convention and rite
Charlatan to make his anthem trite
Story without beginning or end
Chorus that will constantly amend
Regular patterns, meaning to rend
To all readers I now condescend