Long Ten words Poems
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The "thread" of a spider’s web
Formed the shape of a "heart"
Hanging delicately in the sunlight
In "silence", watched the spinning of time
Creating a masterpiece I can’t define
I sit "breathless", not to blow it apart
Watching "birds" diving inches from it
Landing on the soft "green" grass
Choosing to disturb the dew instead
Flying away with dampened feet
Not a strand of the "hair" on my head,
Is like the strands holding it together
Leaving me with "fathomless" thoughts
As to when it first started in the past
These "intricate" "beautiful" creations,
That hang on earth in different ways
Hidden by our choices in the "dark"
Remaining to be seen
3/1/20
Placed 2nd in the Writing prompt – ten words poetry contest. Sponsor: Dear Heart
Theme: Nature
Words required: Thread, Heart, Silence, Hair, Beautiful, Dark, Green, Birds, Fathomless, Breathless
I suffer in poverty for lack of baroque emotions;
glimmers to decorate my eyes would be an anomaly
as deja vu smiles blend the grays of going through the motions~
I am poor but for the rich ennui now my life’s homily.
Once, I had danced with rhythmic elan embellished with passion
in dilettante days of hedonistic ways for amusement,
carte blanche in disco nights of sexuality in fashion,
cacophony jaded my being to lack of attunement.
Youth was lost, soul sold in lustful lifestyle with wild avant-garde,
bankrupting bona fide animation - sabotaged and scarred.
Susan Ashley
January 21, 2017
~ Honorable Mention ~
Contest: Your Choice 5, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ First Place ~
Contest: Ten Words Ten Lines 2
Sponsor: Silent One
*required words: anomaly, avant-garde, baroque,
bona fide, cacophony, carte blanche, deja vu, dilettante,
elan, ennui*
~ Poem Of The Day ~
January 23, 2018
ON THE SHORE A FORGOTTEN MAN
On the shore a forgotten man.
He left footprints on the water.
From him, they say, all life began.
Longs to call thee, son and daughter.
The true love knot of Calvary.
On the shore a forgotten man.
His nectar shadow danced for thee
— this crimson clover genius plan!
As this earth is waning, you can
hear the trumpets, of harvest home.
On the shore a forgotten man —
His arms open wide, pleading, “Come!”
Since yesterday, “Adams” do wade
in misty gardens sinful span,
but for tempest of grace notes played.
On the shore a forgotten man.
4/8/2018
Ten Words/Sponsor: Joseph May
Words used:
Crimson
Forgotten
Grace
Harvest
Love
Misty
Shadow
Shore
Tempest
Yesterday
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*****
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Blossom,
In Cherry tree,
You see
What I see?
Awesome!
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* Note: Haqueian Verse! A new form of poetry created by Md. Ziaul Haque (19 February 2017). It is called ‘Haqueian Verse’, which starts with a single word; it has five lines that contain ten words in total. The poem ends with a single word that rhymes with the first word.
Grandmother Always Encouraged
As I stood in front of the baroque painting
"Old Woman and a Boy with Candles", by Sir Peter Paul Rubens
instantly trigger a warped déjà vu.
An ebullient cacophony of absent voices I used to have with my grandmother.
She would give me carte blanche around her home.
It was an embarrassing anomaly I couldn't explain to my aunts.
By their standards I was a bona fide dilettante and ennui .
Grandmother always encouraged me in the creative avant-garde of arts
by using my imagination and a strong sense of élan
fantasy throughout my muse that I love.
1/18/2018
Poetry Contest: 'Ten words ten lines 2' Contest
Sponsored By: Silent One
Solo, like a butterfly, emerging out of its chrysallis for the very first time
She tip-toed slowly , silently , then ran far far away.
Far from a combination of vomit and slurring speech ,
from the buzzling sounds of the town , alleys , valleys ,and zig-zagged streets.
Far from boots and guns, from the smell of gasoline ,and red puddled mud.
Distant from his stinking sweat and from falling dust .
Far from the present, and even the past .
She walked, crossed bridges, and ran once again
till the sapphire sky turned asphalt brown , and captured her breath.
Under the old oak tree the little woman have closed her eyes.
She dreamt about tattered wings fluttering free, soaring up high.
She dreamt dulcet dreams about a talisman of wisdom , truth and love
belonging to a stranger who lived in a hut.
Rhapsodic as the voice of bamboo pines playing in the wind were her dreams.
Evanescent those lunar limbs that cradled her into a deep sleep.
Radiant like buttercups'glow was the sun upon her face
Exposing her eyes to a waterfall where bruises and fears will be soaked away.
How She danced on that day. Felicity adopted her name.
How She sang, amongst a plethora of coloured thunderbirds.
Along with the chorus of the breeze , harmony spread through the evergreen leaves.
Then suddenly, She stopped. to listen to approaching footsteps , and words.
A tall dark Cherokee glanced at her with a talisman in his hands.
She knew, He was the stranger that lived in her dream.
He knew , this almond eyed girl owned beauty , He had never seen.
Getting closer to her , He got hold of her hand.
and welcomed her presence to his Idyllic land.
(Not for the contest, bur tnks for the inspiration S. O )
Ten words challenge : Plethora, Radiant , Evanescent, Idyllic , Talisman ,chrysallis , Rhapsodic , sapphire , Felicity ,Dulcet.
He hasn't said ten words to me -
for say, two hours and one long half.
I might as well be absentee
except for an off-handed laugh.
He takes football with white hot fun;
if we're behind, he catches fire!
The game is done, I think we won
and we are headed for the car.
So maybe now I'll have his voice?
Fat chance, it's only radio.
He's flipping channels, makes his choice
finding at last - the post-game show.
When in the drive the static stops,
the dog is howling at the door.
He lets her in, and rubs her chops
then play by play tells her the score.
I head for bed and say goodnight
but does he note my lonesome tone?
What’s that I hear? You guessed it right -
a message on the speaker phone.
Deja Vu; I believe that's what knowing minds call this anomaly.
Another Baroque tinged ballroom boasting bona fide blue-bloods.
Poorly feigned elan for the singing dilettante causing the cacophony.
The ennui in the room due, I'm sure, to the
artistic Carte Blanche given the chirping dud.
It's time someone demonstrate "avant-garde;" give them an actual reason for the sneers.
So on my way out I'll loose this brassiere and with a toss add some "bulbs" to the chandelier!
01/24/2018
(It's 10 lines on my tablet :D)
Assigned words:
Anomaly, Avant-garde, Baroque, Bona fide, Cacophony, Carte Blanche, Deja Vu, Dilettante, Elan, Ennui
Yesterday's tempest eroded the shore
uncovering part of a treasure trove.
For we found a ring with a crimson stone
and a few coins exposed near the mangrove.
My daughter fell in love with the prospect
of a rich harvest, and ran on ahead.
For that ring, forgotten for untold years,
held hope, and helped her enthusiasm spread.
In the misty fog, she's a mere shadow
a silhouette, moving with fluid grace.
And though I could no longer see her smile
I knew, that it was lighting up her face.
She runs to the beach with impatient feet
chasing down trinkets, given by the brine.
And hopes, to find a fabulous treasure,
while I am enjoying my time, with mine.
(Quatrain)
Apr.8, 2018
Ten Words - Poetry Contest
Joseph May
I'LL DROWN IN COLD RIPPLES
AND I'LL PRAY TO MY ANCESTRAL GODDESSES
I'LL INFUSE REMNANTS OF MY PAST WITH HIS PERFECT FUTURE
OH HE IS, HE IS MY FAVORITE OF ALL THE MOCKINGBIRDS I OWN
I AM IN MY TINY ROOM REACHING, FOR THE TWILIGHT BEYOND MY WINDOW
I'LL DANCE WITH THE FRANGIPANI, ONLY PINKS, REDS, AND WHITES
AND I'LL CALL HIM VERMILION SINCE IT'S BLOTCHED ON HIS WINGS
I'LL DROWN IN HIS LUSCIOUS NATURE, HIS WITTY WAYS
AND I'LL PRAY FOR HIS FREEDOM
LOVE IS PELLUCID
INSPIRED BY "THE SILENT ONE"
Example for 10 word and 10 lines challenge contest.
Ten words used:
Menagerie
Vermilion
Infuse
Mockingbirds
Twilight
Frangipani
Luscious
Pellucid
Ancestral
Ripples