Xanadu may exude such percussive bliss
Youthful romps and a coy stolen kiss
Lightly tapping in jaunty melifulous splendor
Orpheus muse prances playfully tender
Pounding with swift light jazzy flourishes
Heart and soul the xylophone nourishes
Oblivious to troubles I cannot stop my feet
Notions of love brightly swing to the beat
Each crisply chimed note a gift beyond sweet
Categories:
ounding, music,
Form: Acrostic
Life’s a river; reading riddles it flows.
In morn, he crawls, tiptoeing like a leech,
Falling - kneeling, crawling in fours, he goes,
Enters he second stage, all love to reach,
Swiftly rising, in twos he walks, cooing
Mysteries of life and gaily, dancing;
Yet seeing only scenes that do wooing,
Steadily he runs, glancing and prancing;
Thereby, not seeing the tragic down fall,
Enters he his third stage and walks on threes,
Rising sky high but beginning to crawl
In vast pool of sea, being lulled by breeze.
Every step he keeps, mysteries he meets,
Sounding, silent; merrily all he greets.
ALL YOURS (Jan 29) Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
*A 4th Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 31, 2020)
Syllable count: 10 syllables in each line (Ref: https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter
Rhyming scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
Dec. 5, 2020
Lifes mysteries Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: John Hamilton
Inspiration from Sophocles' King Oedipus and my own poem “Life is a River” (published in 2016)
Categories:
ounding, life, mystery, river,
Form: Acrostic
T he
y ears of
p ounding words
e ndlessly through
w ee hours of the
r esounding nightfall are
i ntertwined in an era of
t inged smokey rooms where creative
e ntrepreneurs like Hemmingway took
r ecesses for caffeine and stronger brews.
4/24/13
Categories:
ounding, nostalgia,
Form: Etheree
Pounding hearts pumping out rivers of love, in the beginning, those
Anointing streams of sweet passion which nourished our souls
Soon began to shrink, then were slowly abandoned. They
Simply seemed to disappear. Those long forgotten
Invigorating waters that washed away our troubles.
Onward now we go, lost and bewildered,
Not knowing how to reclaim what we lost along the way.
TLH © 07-30-2012
Categories:
ounding, passion, lost, lost,
Form: Acrostic
BEDTIME MAGIC
Sprawled under nightscape of galaxy bright
Tiny sequins pulse on blaze of luster,
A beaded stars nova bursts on flight
Into a full-blown montage, the lawns flicker
Reams of tales climb on visions lit by dappled view
While children’s breaths gleam of fantasy hayrides,
And fairies jut out from chapters to touch the hue
Yearning to blend into a ladder that divides
The seashore from a skyline blushing streams;
On one unmentionable lightness of firework glory
Tinseled rhinestones kindle hopes of angelic dreams,
Holding a cachet of flowered moon for bedtime story
Enchanted, their mother blows a peppermint kiss
Staring at gems waltzing high up on glittered air,
Threads of her locks meshed by twinkles of lullaby bliss
As graceful nebulae cuddle sweetened hours, ever fair
Rounding her infants, wonders of night magic sigh
Stars radiant dip into eyes; winking good night, goodbye!
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For Gautami Phookan's Sweetest Touches Of Verse
By nette onclaud
Categories:
ounding, fantasy, happiness, magic, uplifting,
Form: Acrostic