Winter has such a blues effect
it's cold winds and frosty ice
even snow showers fill the air
daily forecast is a throw of the dice
This picture paints cold as blue
the colour scheme is icy cold
describes many a heart without feeling
been broken often, as has been told
Remember, summer will come
take these winter blues far away
let the sun shine u[on your face
sing these blues down the road way
Winter cold stops you from thinking
bringing a chilling sound to you inside
wisdom comes in that special moment
learn to win well against the tide
No matter the chill inside
outside is seemingly peculiarly warm
show your metal moving to gain
be inspired to climb your storm
Your index is still in grip than your appendix.
Your words are still in repulsion of mirror, consciously.
It does kill, I think, both ways. indecision as a pill cutter and anti-cutter
Three subjects wide ruled lines, even though
the very first one did not melt, so far.
Yet, these days, they do come again, as long-lost sun lights.
Once a study table with a glass top, used to believe that.
there was a student.
sweating to study,
harder and harder in watching lives, passing by, finetuning and fines and dues.
and tuning in the farthest try than in nearer sigh,
happening democracy in the pressing opposite
cramming the fine paper space in an obscure awkward offset
Where words fall short to heed or hide
or make a duo in understanding altogether.
Looking inwardly, I am too
Or else, it is better to let go
Truly it is far better to let go
than to hold back a strenuous good bye
That should end at least half an hour ago
Peculiarly, blossoming at the doorstep, once again!
VITALITY
encapsulates
celebrates
innovation
hurtling
pell-mell
straight towards
an encounter
with
the viewer
veering
en route
in
movement
one to another
between
wrong turns
a restlessness
some haste
is
detected
& is
understandable
part
of this
zest
underwhelming
feels peculiarly
unfamiliar
in
an encounter
so brief
an
excursion
disjointedly
underplayed
PORTRAITURE
an inviting
presence
hovering
mysterious
freed
from
the past
peculiarly
alive
with
a nearness
beginning
gently
to emerge
the
unfamiliar
at a crossroads
on the outskirts
arriving
this counterpart
ever changing
without
knowing
evidently
recognisable
sonorous
&relaxed
Whispering word
Silent in sound
Hushed as a valley
Forest surrounds
Peculiarly present
Once realized
Emblazoning silence
Wandering by
Making a statement
Barely unheard
Leaves in the summer
Faintly astir
Softly it flutters
Gently it lures
“Come”, is the call
Of the whispering word
How would you feel now? It's brutal to leave.
It's challenging to view tears bestow to the grieve.
Cogency has peculiarly drowned my life.
Peace and harmony are solved by vying and strife.
O, Love's Pathos! You sparkle akin to a jewel.
In the realm of angels, all spirits dwell.
A breeze blew over the garden of destiny.
O, Love's Pathos! There is yet any dainty.
I was the person who owned your inward mood.
I was the person who adjusted your cooed.
I had no goal of resisting your insight.
Before meeting me, life would be a plight.
Allow sadness to induce his happiness.
Until sadness no longer finds jolliness.
2nd Place Contest Winner
Written: September 25, 2021
''P'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
It's early, as I enjoy my coffee this morning
Birds are chirping, as I hear a blue jays warning
I look outside and see a young red breasted robin
He's Jumping and dancing, his head’s busy bobbin
Goldfinches appear in their bright spring yellow
Chirping, singing their songs sweet and mellow
A pair of red cardinals land and take the show
They’re always together no matter where they go
I decide to take my coffee and go outside
Watching all the songbirds soon scatter and hide
I relax in my chair, smelling sweet lilac blooms
One of my favorite scented spring perfumes
A Baltimore oriole appears on the fence
His black and orange feathers are still and tense
A blue Jay swoops down and lands on the ground
He looks at me, then peculiarly looks around
He takes off quickly, lands in a nearby tree
The oriole is now feeding, chirping with glee
I need to go in now, and get ready for my day
I enjoyed my morning watching spring birds play
4/25/2020
Contest: Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
(Syllables checked on Howmanysyllables.com and rhymes checked with rhymezone)
As the fox knocked persistently at the gate,
To save his hide ‘fore it’s too late,
The chicken guarding, stood his ground,
For the fox was sneaky he had found.
‘I’m sorry’ the chicken said out loud,
‘I guard this pen to which I’m vowed,
To keep predators like you at bay
No matter what you do or say!’
‘But I will die’ the fox replied,
Though I understand you must abide.
The hounds will maul me, kill me dead
Yet it could easily be you instead.’
‘For the hounds might break down this door,
In a rush to see me on the floor,
Rip you apart limb by limb,
A prospect that is pretty grim.’
The bugle sound was nearing fast,
The fox not having long to last.
But the chicken feared his comrades hide
So the foxes wish he did abide.
With several chickens in his mouth,
The fox left swiftly heading south.
Peculiarly towards the sound
Of the bugle now becoming loud.
The bugler played the hunt cry theme,
As the fox arrived at the scene.
Yet he was not in the least afraid
For the chickens trust he had betrayed.
A bugle placed upon the ground
Saw a vixen happy to be found.
She’d played the horn with all her might
In the silence of that evening night.
I will perfectly, peculiarly praise Him;
I will pleasing, powerfully praise Him;
I will passionately, and prettily, praise Him;
proudly, pop, rock and jump praise Him;
just purple, and pale praise Him;
I will pleasantly praise Him;;
While whole-heartedly praise Him
Alleluia in my heart.. and I will just praise Him!!!
9/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Oh, rare as you, another gem can't be,
First found in Dublin, quite by accident -
There sold as cut Spinel to Count Taaffe,
Quite curious of how its light was bent ...
Adept was he at how spinels appeared,
The ones he'd bought peculiarly NOT so,
For they reflected light so subtly weird,
In varied hues of pale mauve afterglow ...
So, hoping he had not been victimized,
He shipped them off for broad analysis,
Results as he could ne'er have realized -
A gem named after him of sparkly bliss ...
And that is how bright Taaffeite became ...
The rarest gem to EVER ... hold a name!
Written and submitted on May 15, 2019
For the "Tribute To A Precious Or Semi-Precious Gem" Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Vanishing vestige of dank cavernous lobes
My lonesome forsaken heart adrift
Under the most alluring midnight crescent moon
Towards a horizon yonder daubed with
A loaded paintbrush of golden luminescence
While levitating melodic whispers
Of charm and sorcery perchance connive
Mingling heavenward to set the stage
For a divine encounter with a goddess
Her wafting cloud ever so sublimely hovers
Peculiarly fine exotic spicy fragrance
Ensnaring my compliant heart
By glorious happenstance
Spellbound and mesmerized
Flutters on the wings of dusk
Reawakening a drowsing lust
Rekindling and resuscitating the passion
To a sublime apogee of celestial folly
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 18, 2019 for contest EIGHT WORD CHALLENGE-BARDENESQUE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 1ST
Definitely dealing delicately in dense danger.
Peculiarly perplexing poking pioneers of pride.
And catching coding cautions
When windy weather was wasted warming
Worries with a whistle when we were
Watching winter whizzing by.
Then there's the spring of things when it comes.
Every floral pattern that exist you're thinking
Pastels, every lavender laughs hilariously
After me
Every yellow yelling yes, yippi!! That's the
Thought. Twist thrice, then twice. Toward
Thursday thirsting for more.
Be at ease. Winter's worries warning
Wound and wounded ready to be astounded.
You have found it.
My wounded heart made of art.
The cause is in store, instead forge ahead.
There once was a man called Boris
Who loved a wee deoch an' doris
Whether his tipple was whisky or brandy
Foreign affairs made him peculiarly randy
When he indulged in extra-marital coitus
By a stone near Saqqara
Sand blown from the Sahara
Mixes with dust from Ankara
Particularly near a pyramid
it peculiarly disappears amid
Two ascetics on a pilgrimage
They observe the strange vanishing
With great verve while brandishing
A saber at a passing Saracen
They wondered if this was transcendence
And blundered towards repentance
Hearts thundered in this Presence
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