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in this world
of chaos
and unrest,
we long to
drift away
from it all...
mentally
to a place
idyllic;
unsullied
to live in
absolute
harmony,
but alas
such place of...
peacefulness
remains an...
illusion
Writing Challenge - U words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme of choice: Utopia
Form: Double Tricube
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 04/17/2023
This is a poetry eerily populated with ghosts and mummies and zomboid creatures who go on living though dead from love.
— Patrick McGarth*
ZOMBOID CREATURES
no way out of the well…ceaseless pulley.
forlorn, deep is the grave.
for the dead, love is a bully
no one can save.
doped up, tears dry in somnambulant night.
bones rave toward the cliff.
a blind man’s bluff, i’ve lost my sight -
this zomboid stiff.
love dropped out; i’m eaten up with her scent -
bouquet of floral bath.
i pursue - a ghostlike lament,
off beaten path.
she sat upon the mound, of fresh dug soil,
wrapped up in her own grief,
a mummy terrified - a foil…
aperitif.
1/7/2023
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme Z word: Zomboid
Used Howmanysyllables and rhymezone
*Obtained from Merriam-Webster
I walked in the cold since the day
the birds took their first flight
to the northern lights ;
With gladness I strode in snow
and felt the magic in every flake
that dropped one by one in my palm.
The path was long and winding~
My feet were numbed;
My hands were frozen~
It’s fine, it won’t be long.
The coldest season thrilled me well~
No matter how long I've waited;
Ah, to see squirrels jump again
after hibernating in winter
is truly a joy I treasure;
For they unveil a secret joy
long etched in the corner of my bosom;
So indelible, so unforgettable
like my grandma’s lullaby.
Now as I watch each cherry bud waking up
upon the kiss of dappled sunlight in early spring
I vividly remember~
my winter reveries where nebulous nights
were longer than my meandering memories;
Like a long heat of summer forgiven
as the first leaf of autumn turned to gold.
Every season is a masterpiece~
Every moment an empty canvas;
The ticking of clock is like a brush
stroking a sketch of landscape
for us to glaze and highlight
the way we want it,
And as my clock never ceases to tick
I will be moving ahead
Just like the hands of time
I will paint my own masterpiece
Every day, every night ~
Every season.
24 March 2022
'Form J - Just Write Me a New Poem' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: #3 Journey
1st place
A Brian Strand 1097 Poetry Contest
Yet another love poem?
Yes, another love poem!
There's enough hatred in the world
So in my own simple way
I intend to spread the word of love
As far and wide as my words can fly
To reach every sad soul looking for the answer
Of why we're here, why we exist
The overall theme is to love one another
To accept all peoples no matter their origin
We are all children of the universe
Put on this earth to enjoy and marvel
At the wonders before us
To run through the rain, to bask in the sunshine
The challenges before us can be formidable
But with love in our hearts
Anything is possible, all things can be overcome
Yet another love poem?
Yes, another love poem!
There's enough hatred in the world!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Dear precious heart, I just have one question;
May I love you with the love of God?
Can I hold you with the arms of Christ?
May I kiss you beyond your soul?
I shall not spiritually, ever let you go;
~
And may I pray for you
And may I stay in love with you
And may I worship our God with you
It’s true…
~
O’ dearest love let us reason;
May I continually pray for you?
And in due season;
Can I hold you in the bonds of Christ?
May I love you as God loves us;
And may I pray for you
And may I stay in love with you
And may I worship our God with you
It’s true…
I shall never let you spiritually go;
You see I love you first for your soul;
...alas after all this, just my love is just
a one which you can trust
And after all this...
and may I
3/10/20
Strand Choice C, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
time …
drips as color, inked and puddled
minutes like sable bristles, bound
laying down the hours as fading bands of value
what are the shades of a life - of a person?
how do aim and purpose and fallibility
influence what's placed on actuality's canvas?
instance and interval are the palette
but passion and purpose are the pigments
desire, the light that affects hue
method and realization, the design
imagination supplying shape and aspect
and effort, the hand that steadies the tools
we each paint our own feral portrait - abstract or photo-realistic
impressionistic or conceptual, surreal or minimalist
artists, ALL, in command of the grandest composition
breathe deep, life, and exhale your purest inspiration
wield the brush of ages in your grasp, focused by intent
consider your medium, and stain the parchment as no other
move the paint - daub the paper with your dreams
baptized in perspective, fresh and joyous and dazzling
worthy of matting and framing, and adorning the halls ...
of Eternity
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Strand Choice N, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 9th Place ~ in the "Paint Movers" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.
The feeling of emotion, the beginning,
the meaning of emotion, the end.
When these crossed at the edge of my twilight time
my mind started to sink at sunset, unexpressed.
After the futile walk through the clouded day
the garden path I had lost,
searched a hand to guide and show me the way
where the unknown roads had crossed, unwalked.
When the day’s last wind began to blow,
in the wasteland of past my shadow lengthened
falling on the frail footprints buried under dust,
while the roads to the future waited, crossed.
I traveled through the torrent of turmoil, I'd forgotten
the bridges left behind for I burnt them all.
I chose the road and crossed the river ahead
on the bridge you'd built for me, unpossessed.
Cycles of good times and bad times,
cross-currents of contrast in skeptic mind’s confusion,
that cleared as the mist of doubt lifted,
I saw the road ahead wasn’t at its dead end, untraveled.
Life’s story written in time's tome of flowing continuum,
at the end of a sad chapter challenged me to choose
if I’d turn the page or close the book,
I had decided to read on till the end.
At the crossroads of crowded compromise degrading,
and after the silent crumbling in loneliness passionate,
following the moonlit path the dreams tread on,
I rose from the dust and became a poet.
September 18, 2019
December 31, 2019
Contest : Strand Select, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I sing a song of springtime.
The earth is green and fair.
Life comes again with scent of rain,
and love is in the air.
I sing a song of summer.
The sun is climbing high.
We laugh and run and have such fun.
How blue becomes the sky!
I sing a song of autumn.
Trees wear their brightest gown.
It’s trick or treat, then bittersweet
as leaves are falling down.
I sing a song of winter.
I sing it soft and low.
The days grow dark and short, but hark!
We bask in Yuletide’s glow!
Written April 5, 2016
Used now for Strand's 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (28)any form any theme' Poetry Contest
Mornings blushed in dew
replicating your jubilant smile,
love-ladened cupcakes in pink
flavored by your honey-dipped fingers,
fragrance of your jasmine-clad hair
swaying along every time you danced,
exchanging exclusive looks in public
to laugh at shared secrets with coffee,
strumming broken strings of your guitar
when we collided against the window,
rambling vintage songs on deserted streets
of an unknown city on our vacation,
laughing out aloud when I repeated
our mistakes despite your warnings,
sharing anxious hugs scared to part
on a journey to unbeknownst roads.
Someone pause that treacherous night!
When you screamed in agony and left us,
gifted your baby echoing innocent cries...
I miss each moment when I look
at our photographs teary-eyed
sitting on our abandoned bench again
years later, in a world without you..
'Retreat to our world dear friend', I pray.
A ray of light shines through me,
someone just called me wide-eyed in glee.
Oh such a gorgeous creature she is!
Reflecting everything you had once been
I hope you see how adorable she is, my friend...
I love and relive each moment again
as I look at your charming daughter.
Our yellowed photographs smile again
In a world without you..
May 27, 2020
A World Without You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Burl
~~Winner: First Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE X,any form,any theme contest
~~Winner: Third Place
An old man sat in solemn rain,
To hide the tears of ancient pain.
Eons watching kings tread past,
Destroyed by a dark iconoclast.
His rusted armor bore the blame,
Countless years of crude campaign.
The seraphs felt his magic blade,
But with each felled, a bargain made.
Each demon slaughtered, keen and cold,
Took broad allowance from his soul ...
Decades passed, his crusades bleak,
The aged knight waxed jaded, weak.
With each new evil he dispatched,
His soul grew smaller, less attached.
His essence dwindled day-by-day,
As will and purpose ebbed away.
Gone, the days of knightly valor,
Traded, thus, for ashen pallor.
Evil vanquished, life grew calmer,
Done, his need of shining armor.
Soul but spent, and evil gone,
He had no need to carry on.
Still, he strained to mark his worth,
A life of service, death-from-birth.
While frigid rain now hid his weep,
His weary bones demanded sleep,
But he'd not die here, sight unseen,
Without due honor to his queen ...
So, up he climbed, atop his steed,
For one more quest, her last ... "Godspeed!"
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Couplet - Any Theme, Any Length" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.