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The roses,the daisies,the sunflowers,the irises,
So many wonderful and lovely flowers He has made,
The sun, the soil, the rain, they all come to their aid,
Sometimes, in my garden some lay under a nice shade
The yellows,the purples,the pinks,the reds and the blues,
In so many colors and shades for our pleasure He has made,
And He's created them all with you and me really in mind,
They're all here and there from Him all for us ready-made
Some are so strikingly beautiful and some are just plain-looking,
Some flowers have a wonderful perfume and intoxicating smell,
Some of them have no fragrance or any sweet scent to gift at all,
Some flowers like the rose, richly cast us under their lovely spell
To me flowers are like these magical and magnificent creatures,for you and for me,
God made them all and I can't never get enough of them and their beauty night or day!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005-2009
Stimulated waves of pirates plank.
Orders echoed, where the parrot sank.
Sensuous bride, with windblown cheeks,
Teeters on the Captain’s ride for weeks.
A head of mighty eagle’s hair, a smile,
That weakens the knee, of wench and bile.
“Throw her overboard, Captain Sir!”
“Aye, no! I do not concur!”
Fine mates prepared the stew in fair weather.
Tore off all the colorful controversial feathers.
Poor naked carcass boiled for its fowl taste.
Heartbroken Captain shook his head, “What a waste”
“Pity, my darling is so strikingly pretty and young”
“Be ye careful, my sweet dove, of trouble that’s sung”
She gulped down her spoonful of stew, with great care,
No desire to stir this Captain’s sea and lose her lair.
She’d step lightly, not venturing a creak, from now on.
Kept vigil of her reflective pond, becoming a bit withdrawn.
Shadows flapping, outside the Captain’s deck, unnerving.
This berated bride, be very careful what words, she be serving.
1/18/2018
Brian Strand’s Middle January Contest N/A
Line Gauthier’s A Stunner January 2018
What makes me mad with total frustration
are people who think they're superior.
Graciously I deal with aggravation.
No one can make me feel inferior.
What happened to old-fashioned chivalry.
Politeness costs nothing and gains everything.
Rude manners take a bite delivery
a hunting, grinding and mincing back swing.
Strikingly polite people, external suns,
how great their perceived status, someone who,
cordial smile, act as if they are the ones
honored by the introduction, not you.
I will not tolerate a rude banshee
allowing them to run all over me.
1/2/2019
Poetry Contest: My Loudest Feelings
Sponsored By: Caren Krutsinger
slang..
stormy = a passionate lover
blake = a dangerously handsome guy
fit = very handsome
If you leave me stormy, I’ll be blue.
I’ll even sit in my room and cry over you,
but that would only last a day or two.
There’s a chap in the dining hall,
his hair is blonde and he’s strikingly tall,
when he smiles at me, I don’t respond at all.
There’s a blake who works out in our gym,
his hair’s chestnut brown and he is fit and trim,
he winks at me, and I’ve never tried to beguile him.
There’s this dude in my Chinese class,
I think you’d be impressed with his stats,
he invariably tries to chat me up, yet I pass.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all yours,
but if you should take off like a bird,
for heartaches, there's only 1 known cure.
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Webster: Beguile: attract someone.
Strikingly: individual ethic odes: the bereft
Tangible anger: mood most sharp: the heft
Some adorn: leaf buds; flowers: the bloom
From fortress: Lilies induce some: spare room
Golden loom: hang like crimson: the hillside
Seed furrow: drives elation pride: drill guide
But Nature: requisite course time: her beauty
Her paleness: bustle apathy; joy: inner sooty
Whence arose: plain fanning faint: her perfume
Unrifled bloom: rich vials scent: wings plume
Genial earth: envy; prized cheeks: hour of birth
Spring arose: hues views splendor: clean mirth
Written: March 31, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1205 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Kuhlmann is a poem of two phrases interspersed with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns, adjectives, etc)with an integral title. The label and form are derived from the baroque poet Qiorinus Kuhlmann's special sonnet form Love-kiss XLI/ Inspired by the poem KUHLMANN the form written by Poet: Brian Strand
Some say affection is a farce.
I’d surmise a soul who feels as such receives it in sparse parts.
Yet most will one day find themselves in amour.
As the Temptress ordains by coitus sustained, you will remain.
Not out of plight or by oath, but through providence.
For love is the ontological constant, so says the monogamous ominous.
That who created us oxytocin automatons with a volition so insidious, that both our spiritual and biological imperatives became synonymous.
If life were a game, than the deck is 51 cards; bearing one irrational inequivalence that's strikingly obvious.
The Ace of Hearts.
The fiercest and the kindest, as inconceivable as that may seem.
Yet if a boundless arithmetic exist in mathematics, than it will persist; to be the only quantity that realizes it’s infinite significance.
FOR PAM
On this Spring night. I would love to take you to dinner,
Because,no matter what,you did treat me like a winner.
We both were as different,as any two humans can be.
But love and loyalty bound us in moonlit immortality.
I have not met any like you,who never tried to change me.
And the laughs we had refreshed me as breezes from the sea.
Oh,how strikingly different in fashion we did dress.
Me, lik a wild Samba dancer,you,neatly and perfectly pressed.
There will never be another woman so very sweet.
We, so strikingly, different, jocular women on Oak Street.
I miss so our hour long chats on the-phone,
And then~the Lord decided to take you to His home!
I’d bring you back, if only for one lovely,Spring, night .
Dearest Pam…if only I could…..if only I might!
I envision your page-boy, auburn hair, shining in the sun,
As close to an Angel on earth,you were,smiling, having fun.
Thank you for having magic, divine,exquisite jour de vivre .
I hear your laughter in the whisper of moonlit, Spring leaves.
4/26/2023
Dedicated to my forever friend~~ Pamela
Nature's artistry oft leaves me in awe,
Her palette of colors is amazing.
Her art evokes feelings, primal and raw;
that leave me breathless, merely stargazing.
Her ocean's a menagerie of fish,
of every shape and color one could wish,
swimming amidst splendiferous shellfish.
Her flowers are a marvel to behold,
especially when their petals unfold,
revealing blooms that are strikingly bold.
She sculpts mountain ranges without a flaw
and frosts Earth's poles with an icy glazing.
Volcanoes erupt from a dormant dish,
to an inferno; the Earth's Hers to mold.
Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
A life of Riley, I wallow,
While at the fairground my fans are all gung-ho
Why should I bother to come out of my hollow?
They’re all out there waiting and watching for the verdict
I have the right to object, but they might evict
I am so excited they all wait for me to show now
My gorgeous bod and to take a bow,
For my stunning warm furry rodent performance
And all my noisy whistles, shrills, and sometimes my happy grunts
Should I keep wallowing in my hollow?
Or let them suffer by seeing my strikingly attractive shadow
And let them think they have six more weeks of winter or bring
Them at ease and be kind and do my duty and let them have spring
Or be the star of the day and be honored
To parade me around raise over their shoulders while cheered and be bantered
My fans dance, rise, analyze, and criticize
With the blinding display of light exploding in from of my eyes
I come out to make my debut, but a shadow I saw and with shrieks
Ran back in my hollow to wallow another six weeks
1/16/2015
Sponsor: John Lawless
Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
Eighteen years ago today, the white roses died with you
My strength was taken with sudden gasps for air
The purity of what we shared, the cold wind blew
Straight from earth like lightening, far, far away
The black crows called over your grave in dismay
How could my life go on with a tragedy so unfair?
Doom greeted me in mornings of a nightmare that is real
I stumbled around, trying to find balance moving ahead
There was not a soul anywhere who could know how I feel
It was me against the world, staggering through the dark
Facts ripping pain through my heart, shadows strikingly stark
So, with prayers I traveled on many trips to your grave I fled
Heidi Sands
12/23/18
1st place joint win for Rhyme Time 7 – Deep Dark Poetry Contest.
Theme: The White Roses Died With You
Rhyme: ABACCB DEDFFE