In a moment, in a twinkling of an eye at the last trumpet:
for the trumpet shall blow, and the dead shall be raised up
incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
—1 Cor 15:52
To Friendly Face and Open Door
Spring of daffodils and time change,
of snowy Bradford pears and I,
to friendly face and open door;
ecstatic at the doctored lift.*
Of snowy Bradford pears and I,
an hour that cannot be reclaimed.
Ecstatic at the doctored lift.
Latter smile on church-countenance.
An hour that cannot be reclaimed,
and thus the gimp has no inkling.
Latter smile on church-countenance.
Pain perished in twinkling moment.
And thus the gimp has no inkling,
saved from the click clack of a clock.
Pain perished in twinkling moment,
in glory of Great Physician.**
Saved, from the click clack of a clock,
to friendly face and open door.
in glory of Great Physician,
Spring of daffodils and time change.
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*lift - elevator and metaphor
**Great Physician - Jesus Christ
***non-rhyming pantoum
March is a soft conversation
as I look out the window.
March is the front lawn
after shaking off remnants of snow.
March is a sunny day
and in the next a touch of rain.
March is a branch swaying in the wind
as it waits for the first bud.
March is a kite on a string
as it learns to dance.
March is a moment of stillness
and in the next a gust of wind.
March is the embrace of two lovers
when every day is new.
March is the moment of silence they share
and anticipation of more.
three non rhyming lines
just seventeen syllables ~
let nature inspire
Kicked away, the dead weight of a tomb.
Agape, bug-eyes; and gullet, of guards.
Dawn, with its playful bouquet, first in.
Nature resounds as power walks out.
Women and men, still mourning that morning.
Fear, great joy, alarm, trembling, astonishment.
Overwhelmed, disbelief, perplexed, terrified,
Confused, amazed, grief-stricken, doubting.
Disciples felt the weight of agony at the crucifixion
and the scope of human emotions on Resurrection Day.
Reactions abound…at a life lived a mere
2023 years ago. Jesus name known -
blessed, cursed, doubted, believed upon.
The whirling world cannot stop The Word - selah.
The Word breathed out of the grave -
a warning…a hope
3/25/2023
non-rhyming couplet
I’m running away
to unearth consolation.
My knees - my bindle,
carried to the ground.
To unearth consolation,
I’ve traveled so far, so near.
Carried to the ground -
all my trepidation and loss.
I’ve traveled, so far, so near
to the presence of Christ.
All my trepidation and loss
laid down at the foot of the cross.
To the presence of Christ -
my knees. My bindle
laid down at the foot of the cross.
Yes! I'm running away.
8/9/2022
Modern non-rhyming Pantoum
Coffee! Coffee In the Yawning.
Pour straight from the pot.
In the dawning - deep fog of brain.
Lifting of the breakfast cup.
Pour straight from the pot.
Open very wide, the eyes.
Lifting of the breakfast cup
along with a grape jelly donut.
Open very wide, the eyes -
the ebon clearing.
Along with a grape jelly donut,
have a great big gulp.
The ebon clearing
in the dawning - deep fog of brain.
Have a great big gulp.
Coffee! Coffee in the yawning.
8/8/2022
non-rhyming pantoum
Of late, I seem unable
To write a song or fable.
Perhaps it’s too much caffeine;
I seem to be unstable.
Now recently, I’m shaking;
My muscles have been aching.
I may be lacking protein,
Or maybe I’m just faking.
A certain strange malodor;
Those germs are all freeloaders.
Perhaps it is my hygiene,
My wife complained, I showed her.
Perhaps it’s too much caffeine,
I may be lacking protein.
Of late, I seem unable;
Perhaps it is my hygiene.
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Another of the 4 stanza poems where the 4th is constructed from the non-rhyming lines from first 3 and the first line from the first.
This one is 7 syllables throughout, so depending on the definition of a jueju, it fits that category, as described in "Dawn song".
It's also fairly stupid, just trying to get the hang of this 4th stanza as
a summary of the first 3...
There are so many forms poetic
at which I am sadly pathetic
The Etheree don’t set me free
The Villanelle, this poet’s hell
The Cinquain is a royal pain
I find the Acrostic absurdly caustic
Blank verse a dull non rhyming curse
Haiku like hammering a screw
Italian Sonnets, Shakespeare in a bonnet
The Ode, what a load
A Senryu, let’s laugh at you
A Triolet, I lost that bet
And yet the gauntlet that they throw
Is one that I cannot forego
And where the words all come to meet
My keyboard stroke….delete, delete.
John G. Lawless
©2/7/2022
On a Sunday in July
The meadow will sing of sage,
And laurel will rise purple
When I am strolling through the woodland.
written January 12, 2022
[a Lind30 7/7/7/9 poem
non-rhyming]
autumn promises embrace the silence, melting away bitterness, awakening the brilliance of peace in the shadows of His grace - Quote by Poet
Syllable based – 5-3-5
harvest heals the heart
leaves dancing
hues of faith and hope
Word based 3-5-3
orange and gold
breath love upon the soul
prayers and psalms
Lune (Mixed Pair) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
October 17, 2021
Two mixed originals of a new form of haiku known as 'Lune'. There are two different versions of this non-rhyming form, each follows a strict structured format that is not interchangeable.
First, there is the syllable-based, 5-3-5 version, second, is the word-based, 3-5-3 version. Create Lunes of each version, one-time-only, bearing a shared theme of your choice.
The mystery of my birthday has been solved
Seems it was a Friday, two days before Pearl Harbor
Twenty-six days remaining in the year evolved
Into the most momentous for both my mother
and the United States of America.
The year was 1941, December 5, to be exact.
Most people, I am told, were simply unaware
That two days later our country would be attacked
Father would go off to war which seemed unfair
To fight for the United States of America.
The year is now 2021, and soon I will be eighty
My life is enriched when I relive this fond memory
But it could have been so much better, maybe,
If war had not tainted earliest years of my infancy
Growing up in the United States of America.
(modified Quintain with non-rhyming refrain)
Written June 14, 2021
Virtue
of Loyalty:
dependability
sincerity, devotedness
fidelity, credence-
noble to be
Loyal.
Virtue
of Honesty:
respectability
transparency, morality
accountability-
noble to be
Honest.
Virtue
of Eagerness:
vim, determination
committedness, vitality
exhilaration, flare-
noble to be
Eager.
Virtue
of Cleverness:
acuity, quickness
inventiveness, sagacity
artistry, intellect-
noble to be
Clever.
May 18, 2021
Heptastich is a non-rhyming verse poem of 7 lines;
Syllables are; 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
Perched atop the vaulted arches of Notre Dame
Exquisitely carved spouts are not angelic hosts
To receive the embattled, sinful souls seeking
Entrance to the cathedral, Paris's most holy,
Close inspection reveals grotesque, ugly creatures,
Medieval gargoyles spout, appeasing the gods
Ere sinners enter the sanctuary of grace,
Souls unbaptized with holy water gushing down.
Irony-laden solace from chimera* lips
With nefarious grin they draw upward the eye
And guard the Apostles gathered in the facade
One passes 'neath to enter the sanctuary
The solemn midday mass has already commenced
Elaborately-robed priests offer bread and wine.
[* "Chimera" - According to the Oxford American Dictionary
"a grotesque monster" or "a thing of mixed character or
fanciful origin."]
Written on March 30, 2021
[Sonnet of Fourteen 12-Syllable Non-Rhyming Lines]
Submitted to "This or That, Vol I" Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Received a N/A
Submitted to "Your 2021 N-A Choice" Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
SURVEYOR OF THE STORM
Today’s early afternoon is somber-gray.
Red, white, blue, cherry willow, stars.
A single lightning bolt, in downward zigzag,
striking, alongside the bark of a crépe myrtle.*
Loose leaves sliding down oil-slicked street.
Goodnight skies rise into the light.
Verve-quake of thunder. I saw clouds rise and fall,
flutter by. Chimes and metallic owls, mirrors and bells
keep those pesky ‘peckers at bay, but will they survive
if the wind takes them away? (They did)
Yesterday’s moonlight
will be drenched behind midnight-clouds.
Spectacular sun-days orchestrate Spring hues
as wings splish-splosh in flooding bath tubs.
Well, I imagine so…
as faith remains.
3/25/2021
Non-rhyming couplets
*striking used as adj. here
I stepped off Sunday ready to get roaring with the week
though still isolated in flesh from the rest of the world.
The sun is shining, leaking its profound and hopeful ink
into my genie jar and I wonder when I will be able to escape.
What power will polish with a diamond-rough sleeve. I’ll blink
since it's been so long, suddenly rushing toward the waterfall.
The network of eyes will be disconcerting like a long off dream
where my body floated, counting, as I drifted into tonsillectomy.
Of fashion sense, we kindly compliment the pageantry of masks.
Our hair pulled back, stacked, or sized up with unpretentiousness.
After a week, we will do our due diligence, curbside, to bring smiles
to our patrons, though left unseen behind the automotive curtain.
Dreams back intact for those hungry for the feel and scent of pages.
Story upon story fed, the long-handled baby spoon comes with bib.
5/4/2020
Non-rhyming couplets
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