Florence has warm blood
and cowrie teeth that seldom clatter,
even in the chilled, fluttering dance of July rain.
She’s an element of Shiloh
in weeping quest of a promising Samuel,
and for this,
walks through long and clammy paths in July rain.
July, a month of sacred yams,
with breast tubers and milk tendrils,
befriends Florence,
an eloquent lamenter,
the quintessence of languor,
this day of streaming showers.
I have often had her tears
on my palms —
tears that sob gently, lest the temple yonder
hears her and pronounces them FAITHLESS.
Florence, battered in the rain,
frazzled by extreme caution,
with ambiance of July
and naivete of the grey ewe,
has prayed for her breasts, for her milk
and for the growth of her stunted soul.
I, too, have prayed —
for the rebirth of the seventh moon,
for Florence and her bedraggled sorrows,
and for strength on behalf of our weakened village.
Categories:
pronounces, fate, heartbroken, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
The name pronounces in a Chinese mind
Sounds similar to onomatopoeia words made
When hearts felt phonologically bored
By a misthought on linguistically decaying
Or a loss of ordered hilarious carouse
Anyway, I have been quietly with it for years,
With countless eyesight over my shoulders
It is a famous existence contrasting to mine
A neighbor to whom needless to talk to
But we are a collective name to represent
For a belonging of the people living around
A lake of water that is so clean and quiet
We've been staying as such for years
Having a short meeting with each other
Such as young men and women on blind dates
Full filled with shyness, reluctance, and desires
but we are so different from them by degrees
Both of the acceptance and of the integration
Included with people by their homes and lands
By ways of simple, obvious, and unconditional
I stay with this lake alike the pines on shore
With the algae in water, the birds overhead
While fish swim, shrimp jumps, and jellyfish dance
All between us are inclusive and simple
They are obvious no need to be garrulous
For apprehension by persons used to flaunt
Categories:
pronounces, 2nd grade, engagement, environment,
Form: Free verse
The smoldering sun shines incessantly
Until the earth’s humidity hastens
The forming of cinereal clouds calmly covers
The spacious skies above and suddenly
Gentle rain soft but steady
Begins to fall, splattering and wetting the soil.
The pitter-patter pronounces a petrifying tune
Upon the roofs, amorous rondel tunes.
Oh, how I love the fresh feeling of the rain.
I feel like singing in the heavenly showers
I get dishevelled and drenched.
Yet I will sing a symphony of love,
For I am happy even more.
Love is in the air.
Thank God, no lightning spoils the sky.
Yet it rains even more.
The grass is even greener now.
It sparkles with dewy drops,
And sheds its pleasant petrichor,
A harmonious and happy fragrance
In our vast verdurous vale.
Meantime my Mary joined us in the melee`,
We dance a Dougie under the deluge,
Until tired we went in for a warm shower…….
Placed 2nd
Categories:
pronounces, rain, summer,
Form: Free verse
Our precocious President pronounces,
in patent ad hominem attack,
that those deplorable disagreeables
are notably Neanderthal.
He might be technically correct;
nasty Neanderthals existentially exist
in DNA models of most modern hominid incarnations~
even in the Commander-in-Chief!
And [God] has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth...Acts 17:26 NKJV
Categories:
pronounces, bullying,
Form: Alliteration
In the last hours of a sunset rendezvous
By the sacred ponds of mabweadziva…
Sunset peaks out after rain
Wonders around, the pond reflects
of colors bursting forth anew
to fight the fading spirit of the day
in the horizon forms a bright hue
to mask the sodden day of endless rain
slowly, the colors turn and fad into darkness
masking the glory of the day
Sleep well all souls and God keep you till a new dawn arise.
The red blaze has tapered into gray
As whiskers of light caress an inviting night
What whispers it pronounces… no one to know
Sleep well angel
At each corner of the room a guardian angel is positioned
Sweet dreams… another time… another place…!
As silver shadows lick across the closing vision
Heavy eyebrows softly draw curtains across weary eyes
…another dream…. Another wish
Good night sunset
cowritten from two lands by
MMM/SSS
Categories:
pronounces, art, beauty, sunset,
Form: Free verse
My vocabulary is scooting up like a weed
in a as-fault jungle
I mean, it's so incredulous how many
unhackneyed words I've cognized
lately... So I'm going to give me a standing ovulation
and throw it up for me, mice elf, and aye ~
my pronounces, jic* you haven't guessed yet ~
Can I take my leaf now and do the splitsvilles?
____________________________________________
* 'jic' = just in case
Categories:
pronounces, giggle, growth, language, word
Form: Free verse
Recipice Precipice
Carolyn Child would be
Mortified watching me
Cooking with joy and glee
Random ingredients
Thrown in a pot!
Hardly comestible
Near-indigestible
Never repeatable
Undefatigable
Principal requisite
Just make it hot!
————-
Not a pure double dactyl, but in the spirit of one…
Julia Carolyn Child is the person, I pronounce Ju-li-a,
but the syllable counter pronounces Jul-ya,
so I went with her middle name.
Categories:
pronounces, humorous,
Form: Double Dactyl
A mousy light filters a tracery of sunset,
dappled beams succumb to gloaming.
Evening stretches moments
for the rescue of wreckages,
to calm the upheavals of disheveled hours.
Dusk softly pronounces its adieus,
carries the bruised upon ebbing tides
as children, they are brought out
from burning houses.
Upon a twilight cradle
eventide glides each baffled breath
along a dwindling shore,
a Moses basket
that dreams us unto dawn.
Categories:
pronounces, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I have a song that I want to sing to you God
I know all its vocals, its pitch for they are written in my heart
Yet my mouth is jealous, of this achievement
My heart, do not stop your heartbeat to punish the mouth
As doing so, you will bury your beautiful rhymes in death
Pump the air my nose, for you have life
God is the gift that you cannot deny
Watch the towers of the rich and the strong:
They speak much than listening
Why were they given two ears instead of two mouths?
The same purpose people argue to sin: yet they close their eyes to the truth
The hands are two yet the mouth pronounces judgment even to the legs
The best time for an invention is while under call of duty comes calling
Praise God for he ensured that is common
My heart please dwells in the service of the LORD forever
My heart, praise the LORD for he his kindness towards you
You have saved me
Your prayers are answered
Thank you my heart for finding favor with GOD
AMEN
#chui munga the poet
#madefrom Africa
#2010
Categories:
pronounces, adventure, anxiety, blessing, god,
Form: Free verse
It's quite pitiful what these People must go through. Recklessly they run to Their death as if running to Their primary prize . Seriously who does that . Just Ask the one who made Russian roulette . Sinisterly The man pronounces it's Game like a job being posted at a front place . The man says ladies and Gentlemen take your guns,And take your bullets grow Some sacks and click click Pow oh i guess your not The winner this could be you ,you can stop this circle And change your course of Self destruction Make A Difference .
Categories:
pronounces, encouraging, motivation,
Form: Free verse
trijan refrain
Some reject God; some shun the Christ;
some will spurn the Spirit.
Humanism entices men
endorsing self-merit.
Who condemns us with profane awe
vainly hoping we'll break God's law?
Who condemns us?
Who condemns us?
Who makes the dare, hopes we'll withdraw?
There is no such condemnation
for those who walk with God.
His Spirit within - salvation's
protection, proof and prod.
God's on our side, He glorified
Christ, the one who was crucified.
God's on our side
God's on our side
predestined, called and justified.
The Spirit checks our heart for zeal
to be Christ's fellow heir.
He secures our mind with God's seal,
and pleads for us in prayer.
Spirit of life when faith is weak,
the breath of Christians so unique.
Spirit of life
Spirit of life
pronounces life when God we seek.
November 28, 2019
contest: The Holy Spirit
hostess: Chantelle Cook
Categories:
pronounces, 11th grade,
Form: Verse
MORNING! OH, DAY!
The skies open their eyes
The colors of flowers sing
and dew of morning licks
nature's tender head
a hawk pronounces
command of air
and the silent Queen
of Earth the ground
enjoys her breakfast
at any of the locations
she wishes.
Within their suits the
Sparrows sing their best
to audiences in meadows
and forest edges.
Morning! Oh Day!
:: 04-27-2019 ::
Categories:
pronounces, anxiety, nature,
Form: Free verse
New Day
Written: by Tom Wright
1/29/03
As each new day welcomes me,
and I've had more than just a few.
I think at length how it will be,
and in it, things that I might do.
God, pronounces softly in my ear,
calming words, that I need know.
Dispelling doubt, casting away fear,
my courier in step, both to and fro.
I've felt His spirit embrace my cheek,
saying, cry for the day, but never whine.
Things, in life, can't be too bleak,
as long as you are mine and I am thine.
Categories:
pronounces, christian, fear, god,
Form: Lyric
Lovely girl, will you be my trampolina?
one, two or three bounces will
make me ever so happy
Please don't let the air hold me
instead let me hop to the bliss
of the wind and fall into your
arms, that make my heart jump
Lovely girl, will you be my trampolina?
one, two or three bounces will
make me ever so happy
bless me with smiles as my
head touches the sky
grace me with joy
of sitting on the play stratosphere
Lovely girl, will you be my trampolina?
Let your hug be the bounce mat
that pronounces me superman,
lord of the skies
By Kakraba Afful
Categories:
pronounces, first love,
Form: Free verse
Lovely girl, will you be my trampolina?
one, two or three bounces will
make me ever so happy
Please don't let the air hold me
instead let me hop to the bliss
of the wind and fall into your
arms, that make my heart jump
Lovely girl, will you be my trampolina?
one, two or three bounces will
make me ever so happy
bless me with smiles as my
head touches the sky
grace me with joy
of sitting on the play stratosphere
Lovely girl, will you be my trampolina?
Let your hug be the bounce mat
that pronounces me superman,
lord of the skies
By Kakraba Afful
Categories:
pronounces, first love,
Form: Free verse
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