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Proudly she stands on slopes covered in snow
One graceful woodland deer her eyes aglow
She strikes a pose unmoving, head held high
Twitching her ears as flapping birds go by.
Catching the light of early morning sun
Across the stream reflected colours run.
Right by the lake the drifting mist lies low
Deliberating: should it stay or go?
Voraciously I feast on nature’s fare
Intense the bliss which fills my heart and soul
Ethereal the mood that tempts to share
With my obliging muse...she makes me whole.
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Contest: Winter-Related Acrostic
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
© 29th December 2016
Disharmony tinted blond, mars the house
My thoughts as cluttered as the mess
The sun slips in as I lie on my couch
It splatters a gem on my chest:
luminosity blessed; lightly touched
Yet my fears, they often succeed my hopes
A desire, bloodshot cast, disarms:
Feel the Winter sky! In the falling snow!
Unwind nature’s tapestries like gay yarn,
When Spring gates with its soothing charm
As the blue-green sea rolls toward the shore
And Summer’s white lust cloaks my skin
Skin I wish to shed as I did before,
When Fall, florid leaves scattering
Reveals frigid carved black brown fingering
This stirling white light casts its shading;
immaculate eve is seeking;
It tempts the stars, elfulgence cascading
Swivel time passing! So fleeting!
Rise! Gander a blithesome spirit leaving!
As our two shadows meet and new life unfurl.
Death will be undone and the cold of evil maybe draw nearer.
As my greater love for our passion blazes strongest from the softness of a candlelight,
To a velvet fire burning possessively and consumingly with a force to dominate
Yield to me dear if you choose, or stream out of my dry heart hastily,
Lest i take from you till you can give nomore,
Lest i dig within you for treasures to keep, those burried deep.
For inch by inch i am sown to the very shadow you see by my side.
To touch it with soul is to stain within.
To blow like the wind and unfurl darkness within.
It stays by me and tempts in hopes to contaminate my ageless.
To you plump puffball,
Squatter of the mushroom fungi.
May your soils be rich
And your spores be many!
Moonstone child of nocturnal reverie
Pride tempts to invite fallacious vanity.
Creamy alabaster skin,
Spongy firm of flesh within.
A saucy lunar face to taunt the sun.
His nomadic gaze leaves no course for fun.
The sun edges off towards autumn skies,
Pragmatically steady; contemplatively wise.
The sun may have kissed her on a whim,
Crazed butterfly flutters; needles to pins.
Translucent skin, her conceit and crown,
Blushes from saffron hue, to Dijon brown.
Physical metamorphosis; transmutations collide,
She becomes a phase converted seasonal bride.
To celebrate this new found core,
She sends up clouds of dust, and sleepy spores.
Carpe Diem.
Author Dana Redricks
November 7, 2024
I love You, Lord, but what does it truly mean?
So often, I’m tangled in thoughts unseen.
I pray You open my eyes to the light, to help me find freedom in my deepest fight.
Each day I struggle, the old me persists, the weight of its pull—a force I resist.
I seek Your strength to walk a new way, yet the shadows inside seem stronger each day.
I pray to You, God, for my desires to fade,
For the thoughts that linger, somehow they just want to stay. I wrestle with feelings so vivid, so real,
denying emotions I struggle to heal.
In waves of confusion, I'm tossed and turned, in a maze of longing, my heart yearns to be free. I know where I falter; I see where I fall, trying alone, but You hear my call.
I cry for deliverance, longing to be free,
Walls rise before me, yet on my knees I plead.
I know what’s been spoken, the Scriptures say,
Yet I pray for my heart to find Your way.
How could You love me, in my emptiness in this hollow spaces, my shame, my fear? But softly You whisper softly, "Child, look back and see— I loved you even in your mother’s womb, eternally."
The enemy tempts me to doubt my worth, to lose sight of heaven while bound to earth. But You remind me, Lord, how I've come so very far, though I stumble, still I rise towards my heavenly home.
In my scars and wounds, healing takes time, yet Your love pursues me, deeply, divine. I’ll walk this journey, no matter the strain, for I know in time You will deliver me from this pain, and weakness, Your grace will sustain.
Beauty
so angelic,
glows on your sleeping face,
tempts me to touch and caress its
splendour.
Divine
smile lights it up,
as my fingertips play
with your sleeping beauty which seems
God like.
© kashinath karmakar
By:kashinath karmakar (14th April 2011)
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Placement:7th ;(April 2011)
Contest:Traditional Cinquain Contest
Sponsor:Catie Lindsey
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Placement:3rd ;(June 2011)
Contest:Any poem of 2011
Sponsor:Brian Strand
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Pretty Penny pockets persimmons for their orange meat tempts,
these oval jewels when ripe adore green lime and white plates.
Diospyros, divine fruit, ripens bagged upon her counter waiting.
Soon, she will release them, tease them, between white teeth.
These oval jewels when ripe adore green lime and white plates.
Penny's Master rules with fur lined lashes, seldom coming early.
Soon, she will release them, tease them, between white teeth
for his rat-ta-tap-tap at her garden gate has woken her late.
Penny's Master rules with fur lined lashes, seldom coming early.
The tannic taste of persimmon on his soft pink tongue abates
for his rat-ta-tap-tap at her garden gate has woken her late.
Their deserts gone down with red wine and camembert cheese.
The tannic taste of persimmon on his soft pink tongue abates,
Diospyros, divine fruit, ripens bagged upon her counter waiting ..
their deserts gone down like red wine and camembert cheese,
Pretty Penny pockets persimmons for their orange meat tempts.
8/6/12
Glistening, like dewdrops on a frosted moment,
Glitter sparkling in September’s soul,
Stirring the spirit with heavy hopes, dreams
Alive in the one who can see beyond the traces of a chill,
Into the melancholic prayers, erasing soundless tears,
Embracing the sincerity of a heart who believes
Even the silence of the most vibrant trees – rhythms
Searching for the light who breaths
Beneath the weight of a mystery, autumn’s still, cool gasp
Praising the Creator of light, love, life
Flowing with stardust blessings, embracing
Winds of lavender time, in cobalt skies,
Twilight tempts the night to hear the silence,
Blessing the nestled leaves, the stunning breath
Defeating all the darkness with the grace,
Whispering through the light, glowing through time,
A heavenly night, falling on the hills
Blowing through the memories in tones of grace,
Raining down songs of hope, through the serenity,
Across the seas and through the valleys,
Past the Creator’s brilliant heavens,
Into the hues of an October melody,
Trembling beautiful, stars reflecting the gentle,
Sensing the creativity, the gestures of joy
Moments brimming with glowing thoughts,
Winds blowing through the oaks, the pines, the silence
Remembering what it means to believe,
In the One who continues to protect the seas,
The One who gives hope to you and me,
The Maker of the stars, the Creator of the trees,
The One who brings the stardust dreams,
Guides the soul and sends hearts true peace,
The One who I know, like I know autumn’s grief,
The One who takes me through the darkest dawns
Into the glowing moments, when light erases
Each evening’s black, with a hope that comes back
After the stardust autumn finally grieves
And takes the darkness with a sense of what it means
To just agree, He is the answer, the hope, the grace
That helps me to face each November night,
With the assurance that, someday – He’ll be coming back
Someday, all the glistening glow of stardust on Autumn leaves
Will remember the truth about the heart’s peace,
The assurance that comes from the soul’s true belief
In the One who brings spirits their most assured relief,
The promise of a heaven, where He’ll take away all grief,
The promise of a home where we’ll never have to leave,
A place where Autumn never feels the wings of each falling leaf.
In the realm of battles waged by fate,
Where heroes rise and villains bait,
There dwells a force, unconquerable, vast,
A nemesis, whose shadow is cast.
With nefarious intent, it seeks to harm,
An archenemy, a symbol of alarm.
It weaves its web of darkness deep,
Inflicting punishment vengefully does creep.
No hero can escape its relentless grip.
It thrives on conflicts, which none can skip.
A generic motivation, it lacks,
Driven only by the thrill of attacks
Its hubris knows no bounds; it knows no shame.
It believes it is beyond any blame.
But in the realm of battles, there lies a truth
Hubris and nemesis are intertwined, as wisdom and youth.
The nemesis, with its cunning ways,
Lures hubris into a treacherous maze.
It tempts the ego, fuels the fire,
Until the hubris burns, consumed by desire,
In the face of adversity, heroes must stand tall.
To face the nemesis and conquer it all.
But beware oh brave ones, of the hubris within.
For it blinds the wise, leading to their own sin.
In the realm of battles waged by fate,
Where heroes rise and villains bait,
There dwells a force, unconquerable, vast,
A nemesis, whose shadow is cast.
With nefarious intent, it seeks to harm,
An archenemy, a symbol of alarm.
But through perseverance and strength of will,
The heroes rise, and versus all odds, they fulfill
They learn from the past, the mistakes they've made,
And with newfound wisdom, they start to evade.
Word Bank
1/ Hubris: Excessive pride, presumption, or arrogance
Grandiose belief in one's personal ability, privilege, or infallibility
2/ Nemesis: A long-standing rival, downfall, or ruination of someone or something
The strength you have to lift me
Is beyond compare
Others have tried and failed
To them it is not fair,
Even your aroma should be bottled up and sold
The vigour of you halts that depressing feeling of growing old.
You tempt me with you wiles you dance around my senses
Nobody can raise me up like you - I drop all of my defences.
To be enfolded in your tendrils that rise in the steam
Lifts my soul and spirits to the heights they’ve never been...
One sniff and I am yours, I gladly dive right in
That first cup of strong black liquid tempts me to new sin
Not just once do I partake but two or may be three
Oh dark tempter of delights, I love you my coff - ee
© 21/06/2012 ~GG~