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When does an outcome thoroughly blossom
through snow falls and brokenhearted sunsets?
Life provides inspiration of awesome
born adventures to sing with no regrets.
Hope, faith, love nonstop of acknowledgement
great seductive beauty and temptation;
recall religious impoverishment
always fearing committed relation.
God step back , applaud His created world,
an endless space unfurl a breathtaking
beauty nature's hands as energy whorled.
No fractured mirrored surface myth-making.
In the brightest bright of the heaven stars;
brokenhearted sunsets are waning scars.
1-24-2018
Poetry Contest:'Best Sonnet'
Sponsored By: Laura Loo
that will neither revolutionize whorled wide web,
nor pollinate like fecund human loam
viz - it mine neurological nuances here
within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
my present home,
town pulsating with
so called "butterfly effect" ineluctably
fluttering microscopically
like dust motes or invisible foam
(bell leave me) metamorphosed
mental whim, within cranial dome
(in valise case body electric)
covered in 50 + nine slim shades
of gray streaked brown dread fully medium
length lockets i rarely comb,
boot food for thought to set literary stage
before affixing my poetic missive -
from this word wrangler,
hoof hinds himself dumbfounded
at whiz bang of years cuz - just yesterday
aye remembered being a boy,
now i yam more than
half a century since birth didst age.
without further ado
i offer literary missives enclosed
within this body politic spooked
me playful teenage inner child goes "boo"
fur ye to ponder and brew
of his small bread box sized lil motley crue
two daughters due
tee flapped wings, and flew the coop
whereby aye resemble offspring hybrid
ostrich crossed with an emu,
whose deux progeny sired from personal
super reproductive goo
swimming swiftly in
harried styled, swiftly taylor made
viscous tailored tulle lord hue
carrying miniature bin - laden
genetic heritage predominantly Jew
wish with one late uncle Sam,
who preferred to be called cra debt lou
who himself happened to be,
a milch cow frequent moo
wing for bare naked lady gaga friend
winnie mandy della pooh,
which induced inxs doth rue
what comprises Darwinian
Origin of Species to be true
evolutionary biologists versus
Bible thumping creationists claim
with tangible proof as their view
perchance includes you
this chimp bull leaves humans
originated from primate zoo.
NOW WHIZ THE MOMENT TO PREPARE TO SCRUTINIZE
MY WRITTEN ATTEMPT AND HOPE MY OFFERTORY
DISTINCT FROM OTHER GALS N GUYS.
thankful to enjoy genesis of thoughts
from whence doth spring germ
of an idea, that either takes root
(exhibiting potential to live with
arms strong) when just a tender
vulnerable shoot (ephemeral as notes
issuing from a magic flute)
within fifty plus shades of gray matter
per this fifty plus year ole coot?
This need dull in haste tack
search for source that gave rise
per process to enable *****sapiens
to think doth nag horse sense
of this poet as he initially digs shallow,
yet sometimes forced to spelunk
into crawl space narrow and shallow,
or shine laser focus into a chasm
teetering on brink (hunting down
gamesome elusive dodging catlike whims)
out pace readied whorled wide net
to capture alive agile rat fink unseen
quiet as a mouse notion gives hardy fellow
(quite a chase) scurrying thru micro
cosmic burrow of Manhattan skyscrapers
at a blink, said quarry vanishes
without a trace just as quick mental cogs
and wheels generated riveting link
connecting bot sized tinker toys pinging
within cerebral cortex appearing random
as nonsequiturs conscious kinks via
distracting ability to latch onto awesome
fleeting mindspace inducing minor frustration
at lack of ability to nab (albeit painlessly)
zinc shimmering insight cognizant ability
likened to ode to Grecian urn vase frieze
depicting ever closely captured thought
process, cuz lifespan shorter than a wink
king third eye blind comfortably numb beatle browser.
The sky staggers
in s
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s of sleepless blue,
a celestial storm stitched from sapphire and sorrow,
where stars swell, simmering seeds of unstable light
trembling like thoughts too vast to be contained.
Above the village, night kneels in restless reverence.
Roofs rest in rigid resignation,
windows dim as quiet witnesses to cosmic unrest,
while the steeple stretches upward like a hesitant prayer
that never quite reaches its answer.
A cypress rises, black, brooding, blade-like
a funereal flame fixed in the soil of silence,
cutting through the composition like grief given form,
binding earth to the fevered heavens above.
The wind is unseen yet insinuated,
a wandering whisper weaving through the whorled sky,
stirring stars into spinning, shimmering syntax,
as though the night itself has lost grammatical control.
Nothing here is still.
Everything leans light lurches, darkness deepens, distance dissolves.
The world holds together on tension alone,
as though the painter captured not a landscape,
but the moment reality began to tremble.
#10 on top 100 recent poems as of June 30, 2025
I see a dark cypress
towering in front of me
and behind it is a village
The tiny town
is wrapped in blue -
the blue of a night
that captures my imagination
a saffron crescent moon
and stars like balls
of miniature suns citrine-spiraled
wink at me
through yellow curly cues
I want to swirl with them
through the sky
which is water-color whorled
a steeple church
and houses sapphire-hued
sit ensconced beneath
undulating hills
fed by comfort -
I wish to snuggle
inside this scene
with Vincent’s stars
dancing in the vortex
of my slumbering mind
Traveled long
I come afar
Guided by a star
Hear echoes of voice within
I am aching
from blues and bruise
Yet, I languish to cruise
Nothing to lose
This I choose
Afire you came
Bold brave but tame
You spun great change
Breaking me from woos
Melting winter, heralding spring
An oasis to my arid life
To each ounce of hunger
You're there my brave hunter
Basking into leaflets of wild
Invincible... Fearless...
Yet, love innocence mild
Like a growing child
Unto you I curled
No shrives I dive
Top of the world,
I wholly whorled
Visions revived
Missions survived
You and me, Me and you
Perfect Combination
Aren't we?
Weeps forgotten
Cries of joy aglow
Begotten bestow
(c) Olive Eloisa
1:26pm
June 09, 2014
Contest Name a poem you have not entered in a contest # 7
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Inspired by the poem of Tim Smith: "Cravings".... :D Thanks Tim.. hugs.. :D
I took your oath seriously as you had been my friend,
I never could imagine that you would cheat at the end;
You touched the Bible, took an oath, on the day of trial,
Was your backsliding mere innocence or well-pondered guile...?
You knew well, as clear as the daylight, the genuine truth,
Could I, hence, consider your action, loud-mouthed and uncouth?
I did not kill. I did not have an intention as well,
Was it, for truth and righteousness, a calculated knell...?
You knew the incident, wherein, the brawl between us both,
Was out of my concern over the little boy whose growth,
Had turned an absolute question mark as his foes around,
For cumulation of his wealth, stood as though duty-bound...!
Neither I wanted to kill him, nor did he want to die,
I frightened him, true, just to get my way, while his foe nigh,
Took advantage of the circumstance and triggered his gun,
And, thus, as though the heavens had fallen, the deed was done...!
You knew it very well, and that's why you had promised me,
As though with a heart of innocence, true justice to see;
There entered within you, like any greedy of the world,
Owing your passion for the mammon your conscience got whorled...!
I know, yet, my friend, the truth cannot be buried for long,
I do not know, why your conscience, had gone really wrong;
My time in prison, though long, sure, will ultimately end,
Though late, the goddesses of justice will, her justice, send...!!!
24 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'O' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Oath
Rhyme Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Invisible to the naked eye
traumatization (courtesy
chastising and reproaching -
by fellow classmates
and later in life
birth parents and inlaws
dealt hefty figurative jab)
tremendously impacted yours truly
analogous to him moving bajillion miles away
compounded by his withdrawn demeanor
diagnosed when he reached middle adulthood
as schizoid personality disorder,
thus exhibiting obvious developmental delay
bullied courtesy nasty brutes,
who scapegoated and rejoiced
with hip hip hurray,
meanwhile I experienced
terrible psychological melee
escaping to safe confines of bedroom,
where I wanted to stay
for mine remaining years of life.
Retrospective review
now approaching my doddering old age
constituted more'n one cruel (cheap) trick
played on super tramping urchin,
who traipes across virtual global stage
ensnared within whorled webbed wide
spending his hard earned itty bitty wage
spinning one strand after another.
Oh dreamy lass of fragrant wiles,
a parasol of white unfurled..
your bloom beguiles her moonlight miles,
a mirror pale in petals whorled.
Her face in phases does allure
and casts enchantment not demure,
yet bud’s flirtation just as sure;
a flower-moon on long stem’s dance
with wind in sweep and sway romance,
vanilla toffee scent does prance
beyond the buxom moon all smiles
as incense wafts from airstream’s world
and paramours does damsel lure —
enkindled moths in nectar trance.
Susan Ashley
February 18, 2023
(Fragmented Rhyme)
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Fragmented Rhyme
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Rhymes confirmed with: rhymezone.com
Syllables (8 per line) confirmed with: howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme Scheme: A B A B C C C D D D A B C D
against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with
eyepiece gazing offers viewer eye-
opening, mind boggling instantaneously
birthing then vanishing resplendent
myriad colorful geometric awesome
shifting shapes hypnotizing sight
seer whirling gigolo where multi
faceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely with
proportionate arcs astounding with blind faith
on microscopic scale analogous to cosmic big bang
spell-binding mankind from time immemorial when
her/his gaze turned heavenward peering into
azure vault – one macrocosmic hint per origin
from when on-looking proto-humans ruminated
inscrutably enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe evolution
in shroud of secret continually mystifying
one generation after another until twenty first
century astro-physicists begin to unravel evolutionary
tale writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions enabling
birth of cosmos honed with more fine tuned precision
to zero in on precise second whence explosion filled void
with nebulous material coalescing into rudimentary
galactic masses generating vast surfeit of globular
structures evincing
conically swirling
millennially futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens reveling
in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into eternal wonderment that perchance
intelligent deity willfully rotates planet
some plaything synonymous mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope.