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A letter arrived in my mail - two lines -
From someone in a very distant past,
Like a faded dream in my existence,
Like an aching happiness,
always remained in the heart,
A friend, I didn’t see for decades,
but felt the presence, no matter what.
Those two lines brought everlasting memories,
Like the resounding waves from the immense ocean,
Reminiscences of amazing days,
recollections of unforgettable moments.
Minutes passed, hours, and an entire day,
My mind was occupied with one thought -
of an unconditional Love.
My past, a different era,
surrounded by illusions,
restrictions blocking judgement,
I let go the ultimate truth of my life,
my oasis,
Blinded by unexpressed emotions,
Following a mirage,
Life stopped.
Years and years of separation,
Now those two lines made all the sense,
From the depth of my heart,
A creeper-like craving emanated ~
a yearning I could not deny ~
And so I wrote ...in reply,
A Poem.
October 11, 2020
For "and so I wrote a poem" Premiere Poetry Contest (Placed 6th)
Sponsor: John Lawless
OVERTURE
Overture is an opening and in music, it can be an
independent orchestral composition in one movement
or an introduction to an opera, extended musical
composition or oratorio, like Bach’s Christmas Oratorio.
Overture is a prelude that I added in my poem “Music”
every time I recite it in Poetry Open or Poetry Reading.
I sing the first two lines of the song “With A Little Help
From My Friends” and the next two lines for my intro.
The lines I rewrote and sing as “Lend me your ears
and I’ll read you a poem I wrote to share with you”.
My overture for my poem “Music” is not written as
part of the poem as it is meant to be sung for fun.
It is an opening move to warm up the audience
or draw in their attention and get them engaged.
And why not, they get two in one, a little song and
a poem, so dare to add an overture to your poems.
9/22/21 ''O" Contest, New Poems Poetry
Constance La France
Theme #4
(Inspired by Joe Bonamassa's "Midnight Hours")
Oh, how I hate
when sunlight has fled,
Misery visits
as I lie in bed.
I simply can’t sleep.
I just feel so bad.
By midnight’s hour
I’m sadder than sad.
The clock keeps on ticking
and louder it seems
as I keep wishing
to fall into dreams
Chorus:
Thoughts of you swirling and swirling around.
Where can the sweetness of comfort be found?
I need to forget you. I’m coming undone.
I beg and I beg
for Oblivion.
Oh to just dream
this sadness away.
Instead with moroseness
the whole night I stay.
If I could only
get some shut-eye.
I’m feeling so blue
I just want to die.
This dirge in the darkness
keeps coming to me.
Please let me escape
my reality.
Chorus:
Thoughts of you swirling and swirling around.
Where can the sweetness of comfort be found?
I need to forget you. I’m coming undone.
I beg and I beg
for Oblivion.
Oblivion take me, take me away.
Oh, for oblivion
each night I pray
(repeat last two lines till end of song)
May 18, 2023
For Joe Bonamassa Inspiration 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
i am posting this in hopes that those who entered my contest with more than one line of poety will correct their line to read as only ONE line.
One of my examples was this:
Accepting, diligent, and alert, I am dedicated and almost always amiably deliver.
The idea was to create something similar to a monoku. Right now I have received only eight entries done correctly in the contest, so you have until the end of February to revise your one line if you entered my contest. I made a blog,but I fear not many people will see my blog. MAybe more people will see this now. The title I would give my line is simply A D.
I had given a second example, but i guess I confused a few poets who believed I wanted two poems from them.
Please test your lines by posting them to see if they come out as only one line. If it does, I will give your too-long line an HM. Those who do more than two lines will get N/A. I guess i am someone who makes my contests too particular? So sorry.
That really was not my intention. I don't know how much clearer I could have been with my instructions . Hope people see this. Tell your friends in case they do not read nor my blog. Happy Monday!!
"life goes on...even though our hopes are crushed...
leave their dreams to the dream catchers" (By Poet)
inhaled alluring fragrance floating around me ~
imbibed radiance of the gleaming red roses
gradually those roses losing their enchanting sheen,
their unique lustre and hue diminishing, some dried,
parched petals already hopelessly crumbled on the hard floor,
fading, shrivelling, drooping, descending.
my heart aching mournfully to see them decline and fall,
who can stop the inevitable...one by one...those flowers
will lose their shimmering petals, painfully reminiscent
of the decay of a sublime beauty - cruelly discarded.
life goes on...even though our hopes are crushed,
even though a few flowers, which could have fully bloomed
and enchanted the world... fall and perish.
they leave their dreams to the dream catchers
to be cherished…
October 10, 2021
Inspired by "Let's Mix It Up" Poetry Contest
Two lines Of Unrhymed Couplet (12 syllables each)
Eight lines of Unrhymed Free Verse (Imagism)
One Stanza Of Unrhymed Free Verse
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
For Strand - 1059 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
O barren one, sing out, break forth in song!
Prepare a room, no, add a wing to host
the children that you’ve waited for so long!
Your offspring will inhabit every coast!
Lift your sweet face, o spurned, deserted, scorned!
Let go your indiscretions of the past.
For I, the Lord of Hosts, have you adorned,
and tightly, with compassion, hold you fast!
O city, desolate in smoldering waste,
your rebuild has commenced this very hour!
Your enemies are routed, flee in haste,
for I, the Lord will stand watch in the tower!
Recline, put off your burdens and abide;
come all who thirst, drink deep, be satisfied!
(from Isaiah 54)
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I originally wrote this as a sonnet, but entered it into a contest with the last two lines expanded to a quatrain and classified it as a lyric. Trying to collect all my sonnets together, so I'm adding the original...
“Geometry takes for granted Euclid’s axioms and deduces its theorems.” ~ Bertrand Russell
“The reason I am a success as a lawyer is because I studied Euclid. I learned how to demonstrate.” ~ Abraham Lincoln
Are you having trouble with your spouse,
with whom you share a wedding bed?
Well, you're in luck. I have advice, you louse.
Listen, or you'll sleep with the dog instead.
Ah, the geometry of the shared bed -
I'm afraid we must begin at the start,
and get Euclid's postulates in your head.
Before you know it, you'll be smart.
Let's go through them one through five,
if you want to return to wedded bliss.
From these, the rest you can derive,
and once more, you'll earn a hug and kiss.
"A straight line segment can be drawn joining any two points." ~ Euclid's first postulate
Your sweetheart seems a mile away?
Any two points can meet.
You know you love her. Please be sweet.
You know what you have to say.
"Any straight line segment can be extended indefinitely in a straight line". ~ Euclid's second postulate
She said, "Hit the door, and just keep going"?
You must change the way the wind is blowing.
What is it you didn't get?
You forgot the first postulate.
"Given any straight line segment, a circle can be drawn having the segment as radius and one endpoint as center." ~ Euclid's third postulate
She won't touch you with a ten-foot pole?
You're in the doghouse without parole?
That doesn't seem like too much fun.
Go back to postulate one.
"All Right Angles are congruent." ~ Euclid's fourth postulate
All right angles are congruent, that's true,
but, until you get the first postulate in your head,
all wrong angles are congruent - that's you,
and with good ol' Fido, you'll share a bed.
"If two lines are drawn which intersect a third in such a way that the sum of the inner angles on one side is less than two Right Angles, then the two lines inevitably must intersect each other on that side if extended far enough." ~ Euclid's fifth postulate
Your excuses sound like postulate five
and the other nonsense you contrive.
You know you were wrong, and you blew it.
Go to postulate 1. Say you're sorry! Now, get to it!
There's certainly a wide-ranging variety of different cars
From the Model T to the Tesla -- no longer wildly popular
People want choices to match their lifestyles and moods
Manufacturers want trustworthy cars that can 'deliver the goods'
Reliable rides -- solid, unspectacular engines under their hoods
Rich sports stars tend to go for muscle cars and speed
Jaguars, Porsches, Ferraris; Dodges, Pontiacs, and AMCs
Famous celebrities, of course, crave the ultimate in luxury
Rolls Royces, Mercedes, Lincoln Town Cars, and Bentleys
Nerds and computer geeks worship the ways of the Japanese
They drool over Hondas, Toyotas, Mazdas, even Mitsubishis
Which brings us to the environmentalists, willing to pay a bit more
For hybrids, electric cars, even ones that run on cooking oil and Indian lore
But I've saved the final two lines for a new car so incredibly smart
That without any driver, it appeals to cutting-edge intellectuals
~ and fearless hearts
Bard of Soups Hearts
Brings joy to our days in so many ways
All types of poetry penned that amaze
Reading is pleasure one has to agree
Distinctly good are tales from history.
One who is well read, knowing a lot too
Fables that teach some what they never knew.
Side splitting poems, laughing till we cry
One’s never bored when this poet stops by
Uplifting, inspiring, motivating
Pleasing, delighting and captivating
Some sensual that sets hearts pulsating.
Here’s to the bard, may your poems live on
Every one an epic, second to none
Anyone with heart would love every write
Raising heartbeats like music of the night
There’s one further thing I should mention
Sums you up so surely - ‘tis perfection.
8th February 2021
Last two lines are the Bard’s own, from two separate poems.
A good poetry emanates from the heart of the poet, vibrates in its rhythm that resonates in the mind of the reader. The form of poetry has evolved over the years with literary experiments on poetic expressions where the muse weaves tapestry of words. The traditional forms of verse use some kind of rhythmic pattern called meter (meaning ‘measure’ in Greek), a scheme of stressed and unstressed syllables. Each set of such syllables comprises a foot, the building block of meter. The lines of most of English poetry are like garlands that string together the foot, the individual rhythmic unit, the flower. The arrangement of syllables (stressed, unstressed) in these units in lines of a poem may vary, deciding its meter, such as, Iamb (a stressed syllable followed by an unstressed syllable), Pyrrhic (2 unstressed syllables), Spondee (2 stressed syllables), Trochee (a stressed syllable followed by an unstressed syllable), Anapest (2 unstressed syllables followed by a stressed syllable), and Dactyl (a stressed syllable followed by 2 unstressed syllables). The length of the line is controlled by the number of feet, giving the metric pattern to the poem, such as, monometer (1 foot), dimeter (2 feet), trimeter (3 feet), tetrameter (4 feet), pentameter (5 feet), hexameter (6 feet) etc. In this basic pattern the rhythm is how the words flow with the meter. Rhythm can be created by repetition of words that flow in metric pattern or by breaking up the flow with longer or shorter lines. A poem is indeed like a river that flows with words in lines rippling in rhythmic pattern.
In the mountains cascades the brook in glee,
water of the foothill river is free,
the feet of banks dancing ripples embrace,
the rhythm of flow wraps the river in grace.
Ripples may come, ripples may go, it flows
to the ocean, placid ocean it goes.
July 19, 2018
(The poem is set in iambic pentameter with rhythmic repetition of words in the last two lines.)