Long Theme contest Poems
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Truth - Justice - Trust
Three players around a bridge table
move their pieces on the game board,
all the Squares are Red
from blood spilled by making the wrong move,
for believing the lies of a worthy opponent called Truth
eyes that lie - lies of a spy - all rolling the same die -
power struggle to control the outcome of the game
first over the wall and across the bridge wins.
Roll the dice if you dare take the chance of making the wrong move.
What is the risk if the rules of the game keep changing?
Justice cheats but Justice is blind; not to the strategy of opponents.
Truth lies and Trust can't be trusted to tell the truth.
Pretense and subterfuge
Three players around the bridge table. Who holds the winning piece?
Will Trust be the loser if he's caught in the middle?
If he believes Truth and Justice he should be called Gullible.
Blowing up the bridge table would put an end to Trust
an end to the game - of the world? Liberty does have a price.
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2/24/16 Pick a Theme Contest: Craig Cornish
Among the phantom of hillsides and trees,
She hovers quietly, fragrant as a ripened jasmine
Beneath the stark new moonlight peeping
Harsh to a disguised tryst, a forbidden desire
As her lover appears near the appointed cave--
His musky whisper gasping across the sky, hushed
To imbue love forbidden within those emerald eyes;
O perilous enough to claim her... owned by another.
Warm, warmer like one torrid August, they caress
On a night's full steam, knowing in the darkness
This rendezvous must be their last, final liaison--
For a thousand concealed ramblings spread
Around a small locale: But quivers of hunger
Render them untamed --fondling seeking waking
The openness of an ovule and bold pistil...
Till an old eagle owl shrieks while woman and man
Endure the rise of morning's call--- unbridled.
Free Verse Only- Pick a Theme Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo 6/8/2018
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
People amaze me every day. Some for the good and some for the bad. Does it seem we are getting dumber with each passing sunset?
Can it be we are on overload?
Can we not see how we are hurting others all around us? I see and find good from time to time.
Why is the good not there all of the time. Where are we headed to heaven or hell? One's words and actions do tell.
Date: 1/10/2020 Written
Honorable Mention 1/10/2020 STRAND SELECT 8, any form, any theme Contest Judged: 1/10/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Autumn winds chant a soulful tune
Elusive songs they choose to play
as maple branches bend and sway
Aspen trees drop their leaves too soon
Hues of umber, amber and gold
as seasonal changes unfold
Across forest floors they are strewn
Russet carpets to lie upon
when in repose a sigh is drawn
Then comes the sad cries of a loon
Haunting sounds foreshadowing death
She calls her mate with one last breath
Like withered leaves, a life was hewn
Taken from loved ones in the night
A cherished soul risen in flight
Pale light spills from a sallow moon
Beneath its glow we weep and mourn
Grief pierces like a sharpened thorn
Autumn winds chant a soulful tune
Aspen trees drop their leaves too soon
Across forest floors they are strewn
Then comes the sad cries of a loon
Like withered leaves, a life was hewn
Pale light spills from a sallow moon
September 19, 2022
In Remembrance of Connie - Autumn Theme Contest
Sponsored by Suzanne Delaney
Circuitous
their journey to love.
Their eyes
first met
half a lifetime ago.
They were young.
Buds yet to bloom;
much too young then!
Neither knew
what love was
or meant,
but they felt
a certain magnetism,
an undeniable spark.
Alas! It caught no fire.
They were pulled asunder
by destiny,
force of circumstance.
But a chance encounter
ignited the spark
of attraction
in their eyes
many moons later.
It was sheer predestination!
They were meant
to reach the same
destination.
A circle...
completes itself.
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (5)any form any theme contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 09/07/2020
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
Wherefore wanders my soul
Hither and yonder wanders my heart
All around wander my eyes
Relentlessly wanders my mind.
Bestowed with a heart
Fate has given me longing
for the love yet unknown,
My thoughts reach for the realm yonder…
How many dreams must I squander?
My eyes await divine manifestation…
Gray clouds obscure my trail,
How did my soul fall astray
craving for the blessed abode?
Wonder why I am made to wander
from the mountains high
down to the low grassy plains
forever through eternity
roam I, the solitary wanderer.
~08/16/18
~"Pick a Theme" contest
by Viv Wigley
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.
(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