Contemplative bliss communes with the serene,
into the spirit of the placid marine crystalized in my mind.
As the sun’s reflection spreads glitter upon its open sea,
throngs milling to the melodious tunes of the guitar.
Strumming troubadour, slim and rangy toe headed youth
grins modestly as his tip jar fills welcoming spared bills
And to the sounds of the seagulls
gleeful squawk, soaring through the azure.
Beyond the pier the magician plies his trade,
tricks which awe and stun
the enthusiastic crowds gathered about.
And what lovely crowds willing, mellifluous, madrigal,
thoughtful, kind, and respectful.
Smiles abound as though the world conspires for a pleasant mood.
I inhale the familiar primordial sea air’s briny scent.
I take pause to ponder gazing out onto the vast ocean’s expanse.
How much longer can I bare this aching fulfillment
as I anxiously transpose these images and feelings
into meriting words.
Categories:
meriting, appreciation, beach, day, deep,
Form: Free verse
The stars are lighting up dusk’s aftermath
With a million Christmases’ twinkling light
Tiny dots to be connected in a serigraph
Covering the earth with a dome of white
To show us the Milky Way’s chalky path.
A full moon rises bursting with reflection
To illuminate the scene on a muslin scrim
Together nuanced in a perfect confection
Horizon to horizon, spilling over the rim
Meriting telescopic exploratory inspection.
Mysteries hide in these kaleidoscopic universes
Only dimly glimpsed by earth’s passersby
Golden coins in a cosmos of satin purses
Collectibles in the Creator’s successful try
Light of the heavens far beyond disburses.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written November 16, 2022
Submitted to "Beauty of Night" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
Categories:
meriting, light, night, sky, universe,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
The Dog – My Lion!
The strong like Iron
Meriting Zion
From-The-Brave Scion
Now crushed by Tires
From who engines fires …
Just killed My Lion!
And melted Iron
And just wronged Zion
From-The-Strong Scion
That Brave Rogues panicked
And with Saints picnicked:
Tires that my heart bled
And with sorrow fed …
I shall Revenge feed
And attackers breed
And Death hatch with speed;
To the same cruel dust
I shall killer entrust
Pin-pricking my lust
To this do like must
Who killed My Good Dog
Does me really bog.
Categories:
meriting, animal, care, cry, death,
Form: Rhyme
I really believe poetry contests are beneficial
But I find myself writing lines so artificial
Trying to win a fleeting notice or score a trophy
That I lose sight of writing good, quality poetry.
Various requirements sometimes put me off
I think I’d rather be on the links playing golf
Instead of spending hours cramping my style
Writing a poem that might only bring a smile.
I desire to write some memorable, quality lines
Not limited to theme, or odd-prompt, confines
And think I’ve written something that will last
Even coveting a rare place with greats of the past.
Of course, I know the best wrote some apologies
That only a few of their poems made anthologies
Many never read until the poet was long gone
We never saw those poems meriting only a yawn.
So, I’m going to turn over a new leaf and see
If writing poems I like makes for a happier me
Entering only contests accepting the poems I write
Instead of writing poems a “sponsor” will cite.
written October 29, 2021
Categories:
meriting, how i feel, poems,
Form: Light Verse
Gardeners and farmers know better
than to feed and water the weeds.
Psychologists and sociologists agree,
best way to manage an unrepentant narcissist
is to ignore him
and his ego-privileged run-away lose/lose habits,
addictions,
ranting paranoia.
Political scientists might learn from their experience,
we need not further inflame nationalistic cynicism about remaining hope
for global health
through actively impeaching already soiled
and transparently corrupted nationalistic
supremacist behaviors.
Sins meriting excommunication are most likely to implode
from within when not fed
or watered,
when the cameras and microphones simply aren't turned on anymore,
when actively ignored
and shunned by all victims,
prey of encroaching,
marching militaristic weeds.
Categories:
meriting, garden, health, integrity, mental
Form: Political Verse
A false perspective from the drug
adversity confirm the slug
to cover my lost space, a plug
the prior years seem lost to tug!
Some remnant, some impersonal shrug
has cast me down to this exchange
my livelihood must rearrange
to manifest this new derange!
A blob of entity enhanced
to fill the cabinet of chance,
prescriptions meriting advance
now solemn to emotions stance!
Racked up by fetishes, now dance
to fool's charade, this modern lure
the note, addiction is the slur
while I the victim hide the stir!
Oh courage, grant me not impure
conditioning that I lose concur,
as time becomes enslavement's bear
free gracefully my lost fight's share.
To modify this pagan scare
inducement is the rub, beware
concern my choices ~ my up there
INHERITOR, claim your own self-care!
Categories:
meriting, culture, how i feel,
Form: Monorhyme
If very hard read,
take the log from your eye -
or perhaps it's the wrong creed
meriting such custard pie.
Language archaic?
Well so what if it scans
Neither Norse nor Aramaic,
I'm certain most understand.
A trifle obscure?
My due consternation!
Still … are you certain 'it's ... sure ...
not poor imagination?
Leave critical muck.
Produce own Odyssey
Rather than to be stuck
In morass of jealousy.
Categories:
meriting, allusion, anger, encouraging, feelings,
Form: Carpe Diem
Endear my soul
I pled for quest
Your fortune lo and behold
I pored for adore abreast
Lacked in notion by the unspoken magna cum laude
I searched for hope, peacefully at rest.
Love thirst for lust
I longed for my desire
Your fortune lo and behold
I last for a threshold to admire
Belie by the vile magna cum laude
I held down so that my mien aspire.
Unholy my pilgrim
I tossed for my solitaire
Your fortune lo and behold
I graced for a mighty meriting layer
Avowed by the chromatic symbiosis magna cum laude
I breathed to my valentine, preached for an eonian prayer.
Categories:
meriting, life, love, nostalgia, passion
Form: Englyn
Fillip not my ear even just once,
it looks juvenile and it is not nice;
don’t even think of taking a chance
by, heaven forbid, doing it twice.
A thing like that I will not take kindly,
it is childish and looks kind of silly,
the sort meriting direct retaliation
like say, a quick facial demolition.
Categories:
meriting, funny, people,
Form: Verse
Awaiting, like the stillness breath of fate ~
complying with my solitude's bereave,
I chanced your heart, and then did look in grief
at all the risks construed, the moment's thief.
And it were always, someone else, some kind
some ignorance of path, some meriting refined,
it were . . . not us, not using, not defined
but in my sentence, in my dreaming's line.
It were my faith, it then became resign
but by trust's hiding, I am thereby . . . find!
Categories:
meriting, faith,
Form: Rhyme
A root transcending through a hope perceiving
that I am one of Godly calling's pleading,
so filled with thy trust's heart ~
an opening, I am your boundaries feeling.
Soft spokenly, your care and love ensuing,
confirm your presence, still I am lost to knowing
why I see you in everything, revealing
assurance in God's promise brings a healing.
I fear more, it not so, than it is being
reminding of some vagueness and not freeing.
God's message intertwines, my faith receiving
a confidence He'll claim righteous believing.
And you and I will win, our love conceiving
a fullness, meriting His will and healing.
Beginning's plan, more gracious than our dealing
is God's command, commencing with exceeding ~
As prophecy, our love was always needing
the root of time to furbish in completing!
Categories:
meriting, inspirational, love, uplifting, love,
Form: Rhyme Royal
I love thee more today as all be spent
to look away in wretched discontent.
As whence all hope, is but to circumvent -
I love thee more by chancing no extent.
Writhing with some validation's meant
I love thee further as my heart's intent
is flying, always out and toward advent.
I love thee giving up possession's lent.
And asking God for quietude to vent,
my passions undercurrent of resent.
I love thee more by vying or by bent
conditions, underlying for convent!
As in some risk no rules are duly kempt -
contingencies not meriting thy rent.
I love thee fully, loft and wholly went -
Now rough, then soft, ..so soulfully am spent!
Categories:
meriting, love, love,
Form: Rhyme