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(Terza Rima Sonnet)
Elated illusions laugh at my reason
Creations of my mind erase dark shadows
I care I search for the joy in each season
Beauties this awesome only God can compose
His light glistens in the stars, the sun, the moon
Who floods our souls with dreams we never oppose
Life, at times, seems more like a funny cartoon
Than moments we’ve spent bringing our love to life
Time’s more crucial than a lazy afternoon
Even though we acknowledge a bit of strife
Our prayers are answered by stirrings of grace
Inspirations some don’t find until midlife
Rustling winds with dancing leaves I often face
Just when I feel like this life I can’t embrace
Voices are low, and the pages unfold
Dusty worn jackets, on paper-back shores
Classics of old, or a best-seller's gold
Renaissance store, with a bent spinal core
Latitude shelves, heavy with multitudes
Autographed copies, fiction and lore
Chapters reread, opened with gratitude
Mouldy with knowledge, slumbering fiction
Sung once again, birthing new attitudes
Language and diction, viewed with conviction
I find new adventure, swimming through waves
Love's old persuation, claims my addiction
A place to spend time and stroll down a maze
find some conclusion, and leave in a daze
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Terza Rima Sonnet #4 Philosophical
Carrie Richards
When love becomes a masochistic moth
That yearns to feel the heat of passion's flame,
It chews a hole through sheets of ardour's cloth.
Its wings ignite, too close to blazing shame;
They glow at first with fervour as they feign
A beauty that becomes a painful game.
The tears can't quell the heat or halt the pain.
They fall to feed the weeds of sprouting dread
And drench the heart with beads of acid rain.
But rest assured that time will smooth and spread
The memories into the shrouded past
And stitch the lesions with a healing thread.
The day will come when joy will blink awake
To leach the sorrow from that phantom ache.
For Craig's "Terza Rima Sonnet" contest
Are our spirits that of the great Thunderbird
sowing their seeds within the powerful storm
are we just feathers afloat like useless words
slowly they float down landing within the form.
See the steamy breath rise from the buffalo
the majestic beast with his coat is quite warm.
Are you grasped by a mournful wolves howling woe
such lonely sadness during the bright full moon
or the growl of a grizzly rumbling off slow.
Did you hear screaming rain forests die last June
dropped by the millions and now gone forever.
most human's slept soundly the night they were hewn.
Mother Nature's anger is now our weather;
will we see forty below next September?
3/10/2021
While Mother Earth Gently Moans Poetry Content
Sponsor: D.W. Rodgers
Boots of black on an oak stump, wet by the rains
a forgotten remembrance left long ago
woodpeckers tapping on a birch by the lanes.
moss-covered granite whispers of sun and snow
deer spooked, disappear into the fern and pine
partridge drum in harmony first fast then slow
a small woodland fairy dances so divine
the pathways are covered in rusty wet leaves
the gentle winds now calm along the coastline
hearing calls of far away geese I believe
echo throughout the distant valley's and hills
peaceful surrender unto spring I so grieve.
walking through the town by the old paper mills
the old ways just memories while time stands still.
Terza Rima Sonnet
aba, bcb, cdc, ded, ee
So much alike though we are twelve years apart
Different father same mother, we are twins
Rebellious, beautiful with a selfless heart
The age nineteen her adulthood now begins
Piercings, ear gauges, tattoos makes a statement
Life so far, inking the story on her skin
A trip to Europe, a week she could have spent
Instead, chose to come visit me for that week
We had a blast together, she seemed content
She is young and I am nearly an antique
I am at the age where I must guide along
From my own experience I can critique
Before her visit we had gone way to long
She plans to move here, this is where she belongs.
Jared Pickett
4/6/2012
"Sway to the rhythm of summer snow fields. . ."
(From Tim Ryerson’s Cotton Pickin’ Paradise)
We came upon a cotton field one day
near twilight when the sun was sinking low,
then stopped the car, deciding we would stay.
We reveled in that field of summer snow
and how sun’s radiance upon it shone.
No cares had we, no other place to go!
Parked off the road, we listened to the drone
of gloaming’s insect symphony. You said
the night, like us, was young, and ours alone!
You touched my face as sky lit up with red.
We kissed as darkness fell. Full was the moon
and soft the grass that was our loving bed!
For brilliant Alabama dusks I pine
and nights of moon glow - knowing you were mine.
For the Terza Rima Sonnet Contest of Craig Cornish
a kyrielle sonnet
Bouncy Brock blew bigger bubbles than his friends,
Friends whose bubbles were small, soapy bursts of suds
Brock’s bubbles were so huge they’d certainly cleanse
While his friends looked on, Brock trailed through the redbuds,
Blowing such froth, sharing his marvelous gifts
Brock’s bubbles were always stunning, never duds
Brock’s bubbles climbed much higher as the wind shifts
Followed by trails of foam where his bubbles roam
Bubbles wandered through meadows and over cliffs
Bouncy Brock kept blowing, when gone or at home
Leading friends down a path, blowing and blowing
So everyone he met knew, though not noisome…
Brock spent his time puffing so he was glowing,
Realizing his bubbles were mind-blowing!
A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly lands
Upon Purple Wild Petunia's blossom
Sipped a drink of nectar, flew; life unplanned
Soon the sunny morn turns into eve; clouds come
Thunder and lightning off in distance sound
Cool air floats, peace overtakes, all succumb
Morning brings solid clouds, will these confound
Like the cloud that filled the Holy Temple
All that Holy area did surround
A cloud that lead Israel's children gentle
All the way from Egypt to Canaan land
His appearing will be transcendental
A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly leaves
His soon coming to this my spirit cleaves
Finis'...
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Terza Rima Sonnet Contest
Transcendental means here not in accordance with nature
Line of inquiry:
“We have been here a thousand times before
Memory erased, each time we begin anew
Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score
Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew
To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling
For each heart was at some point of time dear
As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing
In all forms we see God’s presence appear”
Terza Rima Sonnet
In dewy kisses, sun bursts through startled limbs,
washing dawn bold, breathing grace against tear’s flow
gentle trembling through romantic pseudonyms.
blessings linger on the hint of God’s still glow,
lighting the way through drenching rains, darkest storms,
silent as night, dusk’s mild shadow, soft and slow.
embrace of warm prayers, faded dream performs,
melodies rich as the healing He bestows,
comforts the hurting, bringing hope that transforms.
songs of wonder brought by the Son who arose,
visions, joy reflecting the soul’s eternal,
love so amazing, sings wherever He goes!
His light shines, ‘tis more than merely external.
It burns away the fear of hell’s infernal.