Long Theme contest Poems
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Mama says this is where
I was born on a stormy night
the benignant horn was where
she'd paused to breathe and reside
The bounteous hollow took her in
and echoed my cries and coos
spiralling down the springs
to protect me as if I were Zeus
I slide along the spirals
to quench my itching thirst
a joyous melody in the hollow
and palatable unceasing food
When it rains we glide to be dry
it shields us from the biting frost
when it snows and humans sing
of the ballads of festive days
At nights I crawl and climb
to the window of that horn
and watch the lavender starry sky
she recites stories of distant worlds
Sweet symphonies of chirping birds
wake me up on fragrant mornings
at times I step outside the door
to wander in some nearby forest
"Do you stay inside that cornucopia?"
A giant cub questioned me one day
I looked at Mama with my little black eyes
and wished to know the same
"Honey, this is our humble dwelling
that nurtures us, protects us, loves us
as if this was the great destiny
of a humble horn of spirals
This is our door to a beautiful heaven
with aromatic clouds and winged doors
this will be the blissful abode of tiny beetles
who lived happily in a divine cornucopia"
9th May 2020
For Cornucopia Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Kai Michael Neumann
Premiere Contest Winner: First Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE 10,any form,any theme Contest
Winner: Honorable Mention
In the fragility of dreams
With my eyes wide open
At the onset of daylight
Crawling tint of lilac hues
Sparkle dew drops on lilies
Engulf my soul in blues
To see the world alive
I find myself wondering
Of the desires buried
Deep inside this fragile heart
The forgotten people,
The abandoned roads,
The lost moments,
The unhealed scars,
The yellowed pages,
All from my journey so far
Make me feeble all day long
With a darkness beneath daylight
In the fragility of dreams
With my eyes half closed
At the onset of dusk
When lavender sky illuminates
Exhausted turquoise tides,
Sweat-soaked memories
Comfort my enervated soul
Provide drowsy solace
To my played out heart
In the weariness of windows
Too unyielding to be unfastened
Yet willing to let the light inside
The cocoon of my hopes
Breathes half-heartedly
May be not to fly but to survive
Wrapped in the panacea of twilight
In the fragility of dreams
With my eyes meant to be closed
I wake up on a glistening blue night
A nostalgic halo opens the windows
Clenched by my wavering anxieties
I find my wings and spread them wide
To fly afar through the elixir of night
It reminds me of everything
That had once been mine
That could have been mine
And that still is and will always be mine
That all my life is but a circle
Meant to be found around
That nothing is ever lost
If in my heart it will be found
That my fragility heals my scars
Strengthens my spirit
Renews my pages
To explore my roads
Full of errors or glories
That the hope on which I never give up
And the love dripping over my soul
Is my eternal elixir of life
That when the day is over
Night will always revive
My wearied heart and memories
Courage in my tenderness
I find a waterfall of love and hope
When my eyes are meant to be closed
At night, in the fragility of dreams.
May 18, 2020
~Winner: 1st Place in STRAND NO 760,any form any theme Contest by Brian Strand
~Winner: 2nd Place in In the fragility of dreams Contest sponsored by Silent One
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
Here we sit all cold and wet, please do not start to fret. Let me snuggle up to you, I promise not to chew. I think these new glass jars, really came in a box from mars. Some say this stinky pickle juice, tastes like it came from a big moose. I don't care if you're sweet or dill, you will always be my thrill. We both may be green, so we can't help our jeans. I will love you until the end, you will always be my best friend. Guess we can't get out of this pickle we are in, so let's just say amen.
(Two talking pickles stuck in a jar.)
Written Date: 2/16/2020
3 Place STRAND CHOICE Z, any form, any theme Contest Judged:4/4/2020 sponsored by: Brian Strand
Intermingled threads of my fantasies pour
from the ink of my love on the bare soul
of the letter I write for you, my beloved
The windowpane sparkles moonlit dreams
And I submerge into my visions of you
You, my moon bound to your services
Make me wonder how I would write
All the love-soaked words I've never said
I had questions that submerged in tides
Propelled by divine celestial waves
I forgot to savor the fragrance of lilies
That intertwine into my desolate bed stand
Perhaps you will be gulping your tea
When this letter relishes the touch
Of your frozen fingers looking for warmth
You might inhale the aroma of my love
Dripped in my waxing and waning hopes
Rosy shades of mellowed sunrise
Prompt my hopes to flutter and fly
Away to a land where you reside
I have spent last night tossing them
In solicitude of your awaited letter
My feet took a hundred strides
to the door that I opened warily
I await your reply to quench my love
I am the sun that follows her moon
Eclipsed by unending galactic cycles
Let me drape myself in your love
Let your letter wait at the corner
Until I've told you my anxiety faded away
I've been onlooking the desert roads
Oh should I merge into them in daylight
To kiss the path your letter traverses
This time I hope it remembers at last
My name and address on this frayed street
Let it bring to me your smooth embrace
The sun, exhausted of the chase for moon
Over these centuries, awaits the end of eclipse
Drenched in my fears I whisper at sunset,
"Let my love engulf me in soothing waves"
....The sun and the moon in a golden Aurora, unite,
Your letter arrives before you colored in lilac twilight.
*A tribute to the tumultuous emotions of a soldier's wife*
May 26, 2020
The Sun And The Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
~~Premiere Contest Winner: 4th Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE V,any form,any theme Contest
~~Winner: First Place
The neighbor down the street from me, always had her polka dotted curtains open for all to see. Music was playing loud, there was a beat to that crazy sound. When she walked out you never knew what you would find, the colors she would wear could make one go blind. Her five inch heels, must have been made out of steel. To top of her head, a hat made out of bread. She is one in a million, or maybe that is one in a zillion.
Date Written: 3/16/2020
Honorable Mention STRAND CHOICE H, any form, any theme Contest Judged: 3/17/2020 Sponsored 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
Many have been healed by faith.
Many from the beginning of time were healed. Many potions to drink. Many foods to eat. Many rubs for the skin. Many words have been said. Many old and many new tales have been written. Many healings coming from people or from things. Many know the one source for all healings. Many know God does the healing.
Date Written: 12/2/2020
10 Place
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (42 )any form any theme Contest Judged:1/17/2021 Sponsored by: Brian Strand
In the mellow marshes
where butter flies abound,
a lot of curious critters here
are running all around.
Some jitter bugs are here with us.
Their music drives us nuts.
The grass hoppers – kung fu friends of theirs -
hop so dang high, they kick everybody’s butts.
Those butter flies that populate the marshes,
they look so pretty flitting in the sun.
But yikes! They are so slippery, it's no wonder
nobody has yet to ever catch one.
There are worms here, kind of creepy, which do no harm.
The inch worm is so tiny, inching his way along.
The ring worm goes in circles. He must get dizzy.
Book worm got hold of a hymnal. Sometimes sings a church song.
Farmer Joe over yonder grew some corn a while back.
Corn stalks us now and corn dogs you might hear
barking at the horse flies, who do NOT horse around.
Horse flies are so large, they give us all some fear!
Bull dogs and dog wood – neither likes the other.
Wood chucks sure do like the dog wood though.
They always try to chuck them. How much would they chuck?
They’d chuck ALL the wood if they could, don’t ya know?
Our wood pecker here sure likes the dog wood too.
He’s a fine example of something bothersome and small.
I forgot to mention the lovely smooth silk worm.
It’s the one worm that’s not creepy – the finest of them all.
Except for the farmer’s plants and creatures, our life is mellow
here where we are lit up by our resident fire fly.
Bull frog croaks his tall tales; he’s so full of bull.
But if he says he’s seen a dragon fly, that one is no lie!
July 7, 2020
N/A in the Butter Flies And Marshes Mellow Poetry Contest
For 'STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (18) ,any form,any theme' Contest
Nature is in love for the hot summer times the hot winds move the wind chimes beautiful sunflowers much bigger than the dimes playing outside in the woods sometimes
Nature is in love for the fall to come I want to welcome you in with my drum beautiful fall leaves with the color plum cooler weather I can sit out with a coffee and rum
Nature is in love for the winter is near when I go out I will need to cover each ear snowy days will make me read old man Shakespeare Christmas sleigh bells do I hear
Nature is in love for the spring is anew flowers coming up all in blue the morning grass is covered in a shiny dew feeling under the weather I hope it is not the flu
Date Written: 8/5/2020
Honorable Mention STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (20), any form, any theme Contest Judged: 8/11/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand