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Kestrel

Sailing up and down the sky
Hovering over the moist heathers
Soaring and sliding high
Dawning grey and brown feathers.

Spreading her wings with expertise
Unfurling her stripped tail,
She glides through the wind with ease
Looking as light as the dancing gale.

A descendant of voracious predators 
She dives sharp down to her prey,
She possesses the vitality of deadly raptors
There is no chance of her catch getting away. 

She nests in aspens at the edge of a meadow
You can find her in the marshlands,
She may also be at the swamp out your window
But it is the open wild that she demands. 


12th March 2023

Contest: Writing Challenge K words 
Sponsored by Constance La France
Form: Verse


An Ode To Amaro

A father figure, worth his guarantee,
His name, Amaro, (like tomorrow), here you see,
a Latin name which means a bitter tree.
His name, Amaro, spurned with faith as master key;	
when duty called, he, Gramps, was nominee.
His name, Amaro, he would harbor family.

His son had died by accident, a cop,
three tiny tots were blessed to live by neighbor Pops.
When Mommy left, wound tighter than a top,
three youngsters found their rest and did not drop.
Pops took them on and raised them in his shop;
three teenage boys who loved him best, love would not stop.

They’d learned his trade with expertise, he knew.
In auto skills, he’d taught them well. He’d trained his crew
to understand when customers are few
in people skills, we need to take an open view.
He soon found out when bills are overdue
in business skills, the three could teach him something new.

You’ve read right here, of how to climb the ropes,
Amaro understood. His faith has raised my scope;
he made mistakes, I never heard him mope.
Amaro saw that raising boys takes more than hope.
Three lively guys who pushed his envelope,
Amaro understood, a pop who learned to cope.

January 9, 2015

for Richard Lamoureux,  Bring My Character to Life Contest.
Form: Ode

Rajaram Ramachandran, You Will Be Missed Forever

RAJARAM RAMACHANDRAN, YOU WILL BE MISSED FOREVER

You’ve left a legacy, a treasure to cherish,
The words of wisdom, the priceless pearls,
Each letter embedded with love and care,
For all the fellow beings, the loving souls!

Spreading cheer abound, filling hearts with joy,
The depth of the ocean delving deep in purity, wisdom,
A seeker of truth, a philosopher, a thinker,
The highest realms of the consciousness, pinnacles reached!


The scriptures enlivened, the epics mastered,
The Ramayana, The Mahabharata, The Holy Bible, The Krishna Leela,
Blessings showered from the Divine, the Grace,
Offering the poetry at the Lotus feet of the Lord!

The greatest humans, the purest souls,
Revered, honoured in your words galore,
Gautama Buddha, Harichandra, Adi Sankara, Saint Thyagaraja,
Swami Vivekananda, Mother Teresa, Saint Bernadette Sobirous!

A master of letters with expertise, finesse,
A devotee of Krishna, the mellifluous tunes that you sung,
From the depth of your heart, from the core of your soul,
Shedding off all darkness, dissipating ignorance!

You taught me to live the life to the fullest,
With the brightest smiles sparkling on the way,
The life lessons learnt, the messages spread,
The guidance, the compassion illuminating all!

As a shimmering candle, your aura shines,
A sudden bliss, a gleaming hope,
A modest, humble self-effacing guide,
Enlightening the path, unfurling tranquil peace!

My heart refutes, the mind repels,
The cruel death snatches the mortal being,
Your memories I treasure to reminisce and cherish,
Your words my companion in the journey of life!
© Giti Tyagi  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Girls' Grit

"I should not go to school today,"
Says every girl who feels this way.
"I've got the monthlies and the cramps,
A flood, a flush, and uterine camps.

My mood swings low, my temper is high.
Nature's tide flows, I can't deny.
My abdomen's as hard as rocks,
I've counted twenty bathroom stops.

Yet still I rise and face the day,
Pack necessities, and make my way.
My back is sore, my clothes are tight,
But I'll push through with all my might.

I ache and moan but still, I go,
To learn and grow, despite the flow.
My head throbs when I slightly bend,
But assignments I'll still attend.

My muscles protest, my patience wanes,
I fear those unexpected stains.
My feet are swollen, my chest is sore,
But I'll keep striving, that's for sure.

Concentration's hard to keep,
When cramps make me want to weep.
Emotions flood, but I stay strong,
In class, I know I still belong.

My stomach churns like stormy seas,
But I'll raise my hand with expertise.
Skin broke out, but the mind stayed clear,
I'm more than just the pain I bear.

I have cramps, but my heart is steady,
For challenges, I'm always ready.
What's that? You say you understand?
With support, I'll make my stand!

At home, I'll help and do my share,
Though my body screams, 'It's not fair!'
In school, I'll learn and participate,
My potential, I'll cultivate.

For I'm a girl with dreams so vast,
This monthly trial will soon be past.
Through pain and flood, I'll persevere,
My strength and spirit are crystal clear!”

Colder

She is colder than
Most with emotions.
   With her it's  just going
Through the motions.

  Her womanly ways and 
Perfect figure.
  No hesitation when she
Pulls the trigger.

  Her tan skin and
Dark eyes.
  BEWARE! A word
To the wise.

  Her full lips, 
Her long fingernails.
  She is 100% 
Bone-a-fide female.

  You smile when you
See her look.
  You're guessing, she is
A closed book.

  Her radiant smile sets
You at ease.
  The way she moves, 
With expertise.

  She is at her weakest
In the morning.
  She never prepares when
She hears the warning.

  No matter what,
A smile on her face.
  It's like she has
Fallen from grace.

  You can envy her
Lack of attention.
  Easy going, calm,
No sign of tension.

  No emotions show
In her eyes.
  No hint of confusion,
Or look of surprise.

  She is not stuck-up
Doesn't brag or boast.
  Be careful,
She is colder than most.

      Turbo1904 ?
Form: Rhyme


Vocations In Verse

VOCATIONS IN VERSE

In labs, clever Chemists concoct & create,
Crafting cures calculatively & combating fate.
Meanwhile, skilled Engineers erect and design,
Building bridges & making systems align.4 

Artistic Architects envision and draft,
Constructing castles & crafting craft.
Talented Teachers train & inspire young minds,
Shaping futures & leaving lasting finds.8 

Commercial Consultants counsel and guide,
Helping businesses thrive, side by side.
Dedicated Doctors diagnose and heal,
Saving lives & making hearts reveal.¹² 

Innovative IT Specialists code and compute,
Solving problems & proving tech acute.
Creative Cartoonists conjure, create & draw,
Bringing broad imaginations to life's law.¹6 

Skilled Scientists scan & scrutinize with care,
Artistic Authors articulate thoughts to share.
Resourceful Researchers seek and discover,
Uncovering truths, throwbacks & restoring order,²° 

Clever Coders craft and compute with ease,
Dedicated Diplomats negotiate with expertise.²² 

Marinating moves & making the unknown cover.
Ambitious Accountants analyze and balance,
Keeping finances fine & perfecting plans.²5

VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes 
Copyright ©?11th November 2024.

Between Me and My Mirror

quatrains

Mirror, mirror, your answer please
sound it with your kindest voice.
     I deal, dear Face, with expertise;
     ask, I fear you’ll not rejoice.

Mirror, are there gray hairs dancing 
there among my blackest blacks?
     Face, I see your foes advancing
     waving little silver plaques 

     in boldest print and voices loud:
     "Gray hairs never, ever quit."
     "Gray is stylish; gray can be proud."
     "Lie not, dye not, give, submit."

Mirror, mirror, your answer please
what are my alternatives?
     Face, your gray is no disease
     cease, desist preventatives.

     Glaring roots and ghastly color
     leave you sickened with regret
     Let gray come, life could be duller
     thank the Lord, you're not bald, yet.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Gift of Winter

The Gift Of Winter


When Winter brings old seasons to their ends
      and plans a rest for Spring and Summer trends,
we're eased by lovely scenes that Autumn sends,
     while Winter puts to sleep those retirees 

of brittle vines and leafless, naked trees,
     exhausted roots and bulbs, with expertise.
The drab gray scenes will brighten in degrees
     when layered white with spread of pristine snow

that purifies and moistens ground below,
     where life, like 'sleeping beauty', waits to grow. 
When Winter has achieved her last plateau,
     she nudges Spring to wake and take the stage.

But while the sleeping ground does not engage
     in life-filled days, our Winter does upstage
with beauty of her wonderland onstage;
     snow-covered limbs and hills of velvet white 

that leaves us breathless at their very sight,
     as sunbeams glisten and reflect the light. 
This gift she offers as her own delight,
     when Winter brings old seasons to their ends.


Sandra M. Haight

~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Impress Me With A New Poem
Sponsor: SKAT A
Judged: 01/17/2018

~1st Place~
Contest: Rhyme Time III
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 12/25/2017

Rules of Previous Contest: FIVE stanzas using this rhyme scheme:
STANZA 1: A-A-A-B  STANZA   2: B-B-B-C STANZA   3: C-C-C-D
STANZA 4: D-D-D-E   STANZA  5: E-E-E-A 
5th Stanza: Last line must be the exact same sentence as first line in 1st Stanza
Form: Rhyme

On the Straight

On the Straight

A stealthy mover on this silent passage
Parting the calm with rippled arrow
And purring rhythmic chug as friend
A distant bird sings a capella

Its painted wooden structure fore to aft
Sails the straight with house on back
As slow as a snail carving watery track
And loyal path beside

Fresh paint adorns its windowed side 
By painter’s hand with expertise
Of floral motif and patterned line
Like oils to canvas

With stern to guide it on its way
At graceful pace to watch awhile
The passing scene to scrutinize
Of country and of town

Ahead the gates of sturdy lock
where calm meets turbulence
As the aqueous straight must even up
To different level

No longer impelled by equine power
And rarely used for mainstay trade
Just aggregate and people pleasure
But highly prized by one and all

Dr Goo Goo

Dr. Goo Goo lives in the clouds with God
Follow his instructions to the T when sick
Take two aspirin and call him in the morning
Right now is good.  Never is even better

Fevers come with a cough and a quack
Not all doctors are created equal
Some live under rocks or bridges
Deliver babies when not playing golf

Goo Goo wears a mask at Sunday services
Performs surgery on high wires at circuses
Sports the letter G on white pajamas
As a reminder; Who is God and who is not  

Surgery on tightropes, scalpel between the teeth
Comes easy with his degrees of certain certainty
With expertise he keeps patients in stitches
But do not laugh when asphyxiated

When the doctor falls do not applaud
Audiences should stay in their seats            
For no particular reason
Safety nets and parachutes get lost

Dr. Goo Goo fixes us before we go wrong
Before we return back to ash and dust
From that stuff, primordial goo called humans
Who come with medical and dental plans included
Form: Quatrain

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