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POETRY ALWAYS
There was poetry since language evolved.
Poetry blooms as flower on tree of literature.
Poetry to escape from burden of mundane monotony.
Poetry to lighten pain.
Poetry to brighten joy
Poetry to enlighten soul.
Emotive urge surges through poetry
Ardent amour flows through poetry
Dormant dream awakes through poetry.
Pearly passion of a poet oozes from chasms of heart
cascading in opulence forming verse whelming readers.
Poetry was, Poetry is, Poetry will proceed onward for ever.
Poetry always, ‘If there was no poetry’ never occurred.
01/22/20
Third Place
'If There Was No Poetry' Contest by Silent One
Oh! My Love
Oh! My Love, I swim and sink
in deep dense glance
of your unblinking dreamy eyes
piercing my heart!
Oh! My love, I rejoice
on your mellifluous voice
as you speak, I listen.
Your charming eyes to glisten
swaying my heart.
Oh! My love, I soar up high
on your grace and majesty
reflecting my ardent ardour
of my wobbled amour
glorifying my heart.
Oh! My love, you are my pride!
I can't hide my pearly passion
but to honor your emerald emotion
whelming my heart.
08/02/22
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Gymnopedie No.1
Contest by Craig cornish
Clothed in Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness-
Autumn-Naked in translucent clouding dusk;
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”
Your illusionist premises grandeur;
Fallen autumn, calm leaves me;
Brisk equinox clothed in breeze;
Over whelming weathers your view
Spring-Lavender spirit smells your soul;
Misted aire fallen dew;
Season of mist spring may I kiss you;
Midnight comes covers you;
Black clothed in dark;
Still a silken view;
Season change your wardrobe to;
Mist of autumn destitute;
Winter-Now falls winter time briskly shines;
The dew now snow, white you’re wearing;
Falling hanging down to your ankles;
Your illusionist premises grandeur;
Darling beautiful environmental dresses you wear;
Skies/sky-blue and white the color of your hair;
O’ as mine eyes witness…your;
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”
Summer-Naked in ablaze in heated glare ;
Smoking people stare it’s so hot skin vapors liken a mirror;
Humid wears you the silken fabrics;
O’ as mine eyes witness…your;
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”
1/29/20
For Famous poetic lines that inspire Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” Line By John Keats
POLARITIES AND PARADOXES IN NATURE
Rose allures in beauty and fragrance,
yet fair chance
of getting hurt by thorns pricking.
Charm and pain claiming parallel.
Paradoxical.
Lotus blooms in muddy pond.
Admirer to respond.
Clay dirty and petal pretty with whelming beauty;
Opposite polarity.
Swarm of frolic fish swimming vibrant,
quite ignorant.
Any time turning victim: An anomaly
Prey and predator running parallel
Paradoxical.
Jovial life ends in morose death.
Beauty and beast simultaneous breath.
Greed and need: Sacrifice and malice
Love and hatred: Loyalty and betrayal
cycling parallel:
Paradoxical.
02/04/20
Second Place
Polarities and Paradoxes' Contest by Line Gauthier.
'Completely Your Choice (4)' Contest by Brian Strand
FIRST DATE
I chose my boy -friend just perfect,
Not outspoken, slight introvert,
Yet quite expert to steal my heart.
In each step he would hesitate.
On usual interaction,
slowly developed attraction.
He forwarded one mild request
‘Can you see me alone? He told.
Looking sober but smart and bold.
On quiet stream strand we both met.
His deep dense glance to bathe my face,
on book of love to write preface.
My tangling passion made me wait
for first syllable to listen,
whelming my desire to glisten.
At eve Sun was about to set
scattering scarlet rays on sky.
My fairy wings were keen to fly.
He spoke nothing, remained silent.
With skipped heart beats I had to stand
He came close, held my shivered hand.
Then? Haply Heaven stepped down next.
He kissed me deeply, I was thrilled.
That very moment love was sealed.
That was my first love: My first date
Wonder of love to spin in whirlpool.
Life bloomed beautiful, cheerful.
I chose my boy-friend, just perfect.
In each step he would hesitate.
He forwarded one mild request.
On quiet stream strand we both met.
My tangling passion made me wait.
At eve, Sun was about to set.
He spoke nothing remained silent.
Then? Haply Heaven stepped down next.
That was my first love: My first date.
07/07/18
'New Constanza Poems' Contest by Emile Pinet
Charming Patterns
Pretty patterns drawn, painted, woven, or built
by Artist Nature in Environ.
Sunrise at dawn on promise to display
colorful sketches adorning sky
on spectacular surprise.
Sea-waves thrash on beach
carving curves on wet sand producing wonderful maps.
Light fluffy cotton clouds
or massy grey cumulous cloud
creates, conforms sculpture in whimsical structure
whelming me.
Nature is a skilled sculptor.
On lazy noon at weekend
Me accustomed to watch chandelier
hanging in my central hall to reflect
spectrum of sunrays entering through glasses
flashing dazzling designs on walls and ceiling
not mere decent but magnificent.
On starry night I gaze at amazing tapestry woven with
twinkling periwinkle polka dots.
Peerless pristine charming patterns being spread
by Nature all around.
Garden Party at Noon
Fragrance of jasmine alluring butterfly in spree.
Sweet scent of gardenia whelming bumble bee.
Party people got alarmed on shrill cry of parrot.
Flocks of sparrows chirping, rabbit biting carrot.
Kitten licking milk, bees sucking, sipping honey.
Me watching leisurely feeling frolic funny.
Foliage shivered on kiss of mild gentle breeze.
Touch of zephyr ignites memories gone to freeze.
Strong smelling liquor Feni irritated nostril
Lavender perfume from dress of sweetheart to thrill.
Rhythmic music of Jazz exciting my eardrum.
Voices of noisy populace had also charm.
Dainty tasty starters: barbecue fries and sausage
Sizzling salmon, chicken, sumptuous beverage.
Counted hugs and handshakes crossing forty- seven.
Soft touch of lips of my fiancé reached me heaven.
11/30/19
'Smell, Sound, Taste , Touch Repeat Sense' Contest by Sheri Fresonke Harper
Glories to My Mother
Today is our day of glory
Our brothers have achieved in space
We sent our cart to Mars to research
Our kids will live there as royal citizens
My mother is shedding tears in over whelming joy
She is proud to say that we are her sons
Mangalyan had added one more diamond on Her Crown
It hoisted her flag of fame in the midst of Mars
As a son of My Mother I am sharing my joy with you all my friends
Our next peace meet may takes place there
All planets may say Her name to welcome Her
We will go to sun for a picnic and
We will relax in Sundays in the Moon
Our factories will be in Saturn and
Our movie theaters may be in Neptune
Earth will become our farm house
Come on friends let us enjoy this victory
Happy Halloween Everyone
I don't look down in the cellar
especially at night
I know there's nothing there
at least, to cause me fright
But I double check the latch
and I sit far from the door
'cause I've heard the strangest things
from the cellar times before
It is difficult to sleep
as I'm twisting in this chair
and my eyes now open wide
with every creaking of a stair
My heart is pounding faster
to escape my captive chest
as my fear seems over whelming
to receive unwanted guess
Then the morning light intrudes
in the room I call my cell
and I think that I am spared
for a fate that worse than Hell
But people ask me why
I stay here as a dweller
I simply say--- it's Ok
If I don't look in the cellar
MUD LARKING
Since a kid having a habit of treasure hunt,
whenever got a chance to go on riverside
picking pebbles slimed with pale mud,
scavenging for precious something submerged in alluvial deposit
of holy majestic River Ganges flowing beside my hometown.
During my childhood I accompanied my Grand Mom off and on
when she went to bathe in the river.
Once Grand Mom took me to watch a mini flood.
The tide became violent whelming, perplexing me.
My heart was swollen observing aqua opulence thrashing on bank.
Long staircase of the bathing spot leading to river on gradual immersion.
Strong tide lasted for forty minutes or so.
High rise of water level diminished leaving the usual clay and sludge.
I rejoiced starting my venture of search.
Got startled to find a golden locket
though later it turned a trinket,
yet it was preserved as gem in my vault, a toffee-box.
Next year on vacation, went to Great Grand Mom’s place
Close by flowing a slender stream running giggling with little brittle ripples
I collected two stones: one regular octagonal shaped
sparkling shining glistening.
In frolic mood I showed that to all,
where Mom’s Cousin brother was present
He insisted Mom to give him the stone.
Mom took it away and gifted to her cousin.
An innocent helpless child was cheated.
Second one opaque irregular prismoid with a sharp pointed tip.
It could cut glass perfect precise, a typical property of diamond.
I preserved it for many years but later lost.
As per my medical declaration, remnants of my bone and ash
to be put on River Ganges to blend with clay.
May be on rebirth, me as child to go for mud larking
on edges of River Ganges.
04/06/20