moon-spirit mettles
sun and earth orientate ~
sun kissed and moonstruck
Categories:
mettles, moon, sun,
Form: Haiku
A child’s fabulous place on the earth
Mustering energy, lovely kids rush to the ground.
With sublime skills each moves with a lot of mirth
Granted license to break the solemn silence around
The ground enjoys the pounding of their little feet
Some gentle; some naughty and behave harshly
Relishes their heavy breaths as backdrop drumbeat
Hugs and cuddles with a loving heart cheerfully
Little angles budge as the swaying blossoms
Sparkling faces with the glow of breaking petals
All are champions and there are no bosses
Immense joy makes them stride with all mettles
No sorrows, tensions and narrow impressions
Chuckling, squealing, climbing with infinite bliss
Next to a mother’s lap, teaches life lessons
The heaven of joy one should never miss.
PLAYGROUND Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shreya LN
Date: 19-06-2021
Categories:
mettles, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
Morose morn, but sun’s a catalyst, warm
On the eave, the pigeon’s contumely coo,
rids a night’s cumbersome, cold, smother
New day, dearth of dew on concrete lawn
Its dull gray lightened by that eloquent hi
nodding chesty chary iridescence of dawn
Glamor understated or colors long-fading?
Sipping tea by the roost, the bobbing struts
tread decrepit life under roofs, like a caveat
as nearby, shining freeway cars rush, at sea...
roaring mettles endure, seeking 'the' flower
(4/22/2021)
Categories:
mettles, allusion,
Form: Metrical Tale
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Patterns has lent the scope neath the petals,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices,
Heightens an ochered sun amidst voices,
Looms about a faint trace of pink mettles,
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Tattered remnants of coral sprays joyous,
Whilst they'd be assets in blossom vessels,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices,
Grooves a pass graced with nectarous noises,
Virtuous domain sprung through laced specials,
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Noble claims dotes a wishing well deploys,
Nigh, not far they'd be for all our revels,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices,
Submit the crush much, us the true toilers,
Sparkled dusk fades long lives of their fettles,
Verd meadow yon shadowed sequoias,
Pixies wake on the tips of true choices.
Date: 06/10/2019
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Categories:
mettles, allegory, crush, endurance, fantasy,
Form: Villanelle
Challenges keep visiting us all
Whether we want them to or not
They're perennial guests to our doorstep
Some, unwelcome; some we invite in
Some, easy to tackle; some, hard
Challenges are those cold, sticky mud
Beneath rows of barbed wire
We have to crawl through day by day
The high roof we all have to jump to touch
The incessantly churning sea...
We all have to sail across to reach terra firma
They're the ultimate tester of mettles
But they shouldn't be roadblocks in our paths
To glory. We never journey through them
By our lonesome, for God leads the way
So we mustn't be fearful of challenges
That confront us. They teach us who we are
And what we are truly made of
So whatever challenge YOU face, my friend
Let it be what nectar is to a bee!
FEBRUARY 2019,any form,any theme,upto a max of 20 lines
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 02/02/2019
Categories:
mettles, encouraging, inspirational, perspective,
Form: Lyric
We struggle and can hurt sometimes
But, this is where we gain our strength
Withered and in a state of uproar
Our mettles are being put to the test
We as people continue to push harder
And try to make a brighter scenery
We go through that hazardous fire
In order to reach for the victory
Categories:
mettles, courage, encouraging, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
More things can happen or could have happened,
From a cold metal,
Sharpened in fine fettle,
Making skin nettled,
Damaging the mettles,
To keep minds unsettled,
Provoking to ask, if this is or if this was real or mental?
Blade on arms,
Skin might be harmed;
Skin was gashed,
Blade grinding and gnashed,
Red colors coming in a flash...
Blade on gut,
Feeling a sudden jut,
Provoked as a rut,
But, this was a guff...
Blade on neck,
Thinking about a sudden sweep,
Discord trying to overcome conviction and peace,
Even though, the blade failed again,
Failing to provoke the red gushes and streams...
Blade on heart,
Might be the last battle so far,
Trying to not give in, being so hard,
Though in the past, there could have been to many cuts,
And more deadly slashes,
Creating red splashes and plashes,
As I slowly might have fought, winning or losing,
Against the sleeping and life flashing feeling,
As I bleeded out..
Categories:
mettles, bullying, conflict, cry, depression,
Form: Free verse