Long Theme contest Poems
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Christmas has always been a joyous time
Family getting together for food and wine
Fragrant Smells of balsam and prime rib roast
With warmth of smiles during our family toasts
Colored Christmas lights adorn the perfect tree
Ribbons and bulbs arranged perfectly for all to see
Presents wrapped in colorful plaids and prints
The children anxiously waiting, wanting hints
Adults gather to watch the children open their gifts
Secretly hoping they bought everything on their lists
My Cousin with her new fiancé, showing off her ring
Exciting talk about her wedding plans soon begin
A traditional yankee swap, hoping to pick number one
As our crazy fun and chaotic gift swapping have begun
Candles, wine, flashlights, gift cards and some odd tools
Home depot gift card is the gift that always seems to rule
Dessert is served at our festive dining table by candlelight
Chocolate, apple, pecan pie, a sliver of each, such delight!
Enjoying our pie with coffee, sharing funny nostalgic stories
A wonderful Christmas day full of happiness and no worries
12/9/19
Writing Challenge- December, 2019 - I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
12/13/19 submitted to 'STRAND SPECIAL 2 any form,any theme' contest
The Rebel Lives On
It was a Black Sabbath night when they turned his remains into the sea
‘Lost into the darkness I fade into the light’
Friends and family wore Deep Purple gowns and mauve attire there was
‘Smoke on the water fire in the sky’ as the float burnt into ashes
Moody Blues connected the revenant’s congregation at his final farewell
‘White satin’ engulfed the flames ‘never reaching the end’
Shades of Marillion left the mourners uncertain about the future
‘Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiments and pride’
His life had been like a Red Hot Chilli Pepper exultingly passionate
Always ready to ‘Kill the pressure it’s raining on salty cheeks’
Fireworks exploded into a bouquet of floral infinity to the sound of Guns N’ Roses
‘Well if you don’t like it go ahead find yourself a saint’
Two more songs ushered the guest of honour into new life facing salvation or not
Stairway to Heaven and Bat out of Hell offering ultimate requests beyond death
At times it’s best to cover both options and leave the gods to decide at free will
27th June 2019
Poetry Anthology - Music Theme Contest
Sponsor Geraldine Taylor
Note: "The original hymn text was written as a "Hymn for Christmas-Day" by Charles Wesley, included in the 1739 John Wesley collection Hymns and Sacred Poems writing, (song) HARK how all the Welkin rings "Glory to the Kings of Kings, "Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild, "GOD and Sinners reconcil'd!. Wesley's original hymn began with the opening line "Hark how all the Welkin rings." This was changed to the familiar "Hark! the Herald Angels sing" by George Whitefield in his 1754 Collection of hymns for social worship." (I chose "Hark The Herald Angels Sing," because it is one of my favorite Christmas songs.)
Truly a king was born, on this cold Christmas morning, in years to come many will mourn. Hark The Herald Angels Sing!
To the birth of a new king, let's celebrate each day, can you hear the church bells ring. Hark The Herald Angels Sing!
This story has been told, over the many many years, it is worth its weight in gold. Hark The Herald Angels Sing!
Date Written 7/27/2020 In honor of John Wesley Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
1 Place STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (18), any form, any theme Contest Judged: 8/7/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand
(a swap quatrain rhyme)
She likes to nip; she likes to lick.
My foot might get a little prick.
I’ll see it’s her. That little pip!
She likes to lick. She likes to nip.
Attacking me with small cat teeth,
she comes at me from underneath.
She bites my toes so sneakily
with small cat teeth, attacking me!
In her small mind, it’s just a game,
but I don’t like it all the same!
To nip and run, my cat’s inclined.
It’s just a game in her small mind.
A paper scrap she’ll start to shred.
And when I wish that she, instead,
would come and sit upon my lap,
she’ll start to shred a paper scrap!
In moments sweet, she licks my hand.
Those times are fleeting and unplanned,
but for her mistress, they’re a treat.
She licks my hand in moments sweet.
She gives a lick. She gives a nip;
I’d rather feel her small tongue’s tip
upon my skin than one small snick.
She gives a nip; she gives a lick.
for Brian Strand's 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (6)any form any theme' Contest
She was beautiful within and without,
He was handsome, there was no doubt,
Engaged to be married, they were in love,
He knew she was pure like a dove,
A shocking news - she was found carrying,
A public shame - 'twas worrying,
What could he do? He would put her away,
Silently without much delay,
That night, while he thought on these things, behold,
An angel of the Lord, he told,
"Joseph, thou son of David, do not fear
To take Mary as thy wife dear"
"What she's conceived is of the Holy Ghost,
She'll give birth to a son foremost,
Jesus will save the people from their sins",
Virgin birth fulfilment begins,
Joseph, the just man, rose up from his sleep,
He his wife decided to keep,
He did as the angel had bidden him,
They married, life was no more dim.
07.29.2020
N/A in Strand Completely New (15), any form, any theme 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
1. Building Tension
Did you ever stand on stage,
behind the big curtain.
Standing there peeking out from behind the curtain,
watching the audience looking at the stage.
Your knees are shaking,
your mouth is going dry.
Your thoughts are racing,
will I remember my lines?
The act before you is almost done,
your time is coming up way too fast.
This is "building tension" in your mind and body,
time to go on~time to go on soon.
The audience is breaking out in,
cheering and applause.
Now it is my turn,
Oh God help me!
2. Building Tension
Building tension as I wait
Using only good thoughts
I watch the audience from behind the curtain
Laughing stomach calm down
Darn knees stop shaking
I know I will be up very soon
Now well practiced
Going on next, oh my.
Tension is building
Everyone is waiting to see my act
Now ready
Song is playing
I want to run
On stage I must go
Now God help me.
The gift of love is what makes our world
spin on its axis; the most paramount of treasures
The greatest gift to the human race
Give love freely; give it to yourself, and to life!
What a spectacular thing to be addicted to?
Intoxicate your loved ones with it
God gave it to us so we could pay it forward
For it makes life worth living, and worth fighting for
We must give it as much as we receive it
This country of ours would be a better place
if we all treat each other with respect and dignity
and it starts with the gift of love. Let's reject hate.
Demons of hatred take our souls hostage
and leave it destined for destruction. Hate is...
ultimately slain by the healing power of love
We could make this world a better place
by helping to lift people drained by misfortune
with care and compassion, dissolving their woes
If we could do something that extraordinary
then our reason for living shall not be in vain.
Let's unhook the tentacles of hate by giving....the gift of love!
Submitted for...
Strand Choice C,Any Form,Any Theme Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
03/0/2020
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet (Winner: 9th Place)
Checked at https://www.howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 08/15/2019
LOVE AT NIGHT
Up high, Night sky.
Blue Stars twinkle
Red Mars blinks.
Crescent Descent
Moon shines faint.
Please smile, don’t get shy.
Crimson passion
cares no mission
Love flows in flood
with bubbling blood.
Don't say ' Bye-Bye.'
Red rose I am to offer.
Come closer, if you prefer
Soft lips: Just kiss.
Love tips: don’t miss.
Let our romance freely fly.
06/14/16
Any form-theme contest 224 max 16 lines by Brian Strand
Why do we use words that hurt each other, we would have been slapped by our mother. Why do we do hurtful little things and big things, do we not know it hurts and we are not showing our angel wings. Do we not think or care, sometime it make me want to swear. We put someone in tears and for what, we may have even tied their stomach in a knot. Last night there was no sleep, so today without sleep I feel like a creep. Why do we hurt people, it is simply dreadful. Maybe watching our words and actions, would bring us loving reactions.
(We may not know the battles others are fighting, so be an angel and be kind.)
Written Date: 1/15/2020
Honorable Mention 1/16/2020 STRAND SELECT 12, any form, any theme Contest Judged:1/16/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand