Ink, the black water,
The necessity for life
Purified by blotters
Contained in clouds in rife
Ink!
Yes, the purest of hydration!
...But what if conflagration
Attempts its dissipation,
Tossing burning embers
Like a pen with ink,
On seas across the nation
Well,
The ink evaporates
And flows into the air
Until it condensates
And pours upon the flares
So...
There is ink they will suppress
Hoping thoughts will evanescence
But writers can't quiesce
Hence:
The ink shall pour down nonetheless
Categories:
quiesce, analogy, corruption, fire, water,
Form: Rhyme
I am living a life of Zen,
that flows to pen;
poems of peace,
in quiesce ...
and in daily meditation,
seek creation;
of boundless thoughts,
~ parade of ought's ...
I embrace my beginners mind,
for I was blind;
to calm feelings,
... and life's ceilings_
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July 19, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/A Life of Zen
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1374-294-19
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, 12 lines in Rhyme
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 07/25/2021
First Place
Categories:
quiesce, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Incessant wailing and slamming doors,
Horrid trudging on the floors,
You think this phases me in the least?
No more, for I get no peace.
Messing about with jangling locks
Proceeded by rapid knocks,
Though the noises usually do quiesce
Quiet can’t contain this beast.
Still, no matter what I say
Not all noise will rue the day,
For when the melody fails to cease
I do not feel any need for peace.
Categories:
quiesce, anger, angst, feelings, language,
Form: Rhyme
The daytime radiation changed the forenoon breeze
And the windows were kept close
Flames hemmed in my room from the furnace terrasse
Brought my afternoon snooze at dispose.
Abounded myself from my brazier bed and stepped on the het up floor
And outcried mutedly against the cataclysm
Pelted along to take a bath, water pour out perceived to be boiled more
Brought all my desires against summer’s pragmatism.
The awaited evening was bored by the midday coercion
And the fun fancied by the birds those choir
Slowly by the virtues of lyricism, windows were open
Versed the liaison where the vanity fluxed by the twilight zephyr.
Eased myself from my midday muted hollers and trod on the stairs to the terrace
And felt the birds nested as the breeze became soother
Prostrated along to feel the charm, stars twinkled by their self-reliance
Brought all my desires worthy at 8pm with summer’s be after.
The quiesce voice of the leisurely leaves by the solacing breeze
And the dim rays that softened the ambiance
Noetically by the oath of imagery shadows that molded by my ease
Comeuped with this summer rhyme at 8pm by my essence.
Categories:
quiesce, happiness, imagination, nature, seasons
Form: Rhyme
Honied ardor basked from my hermit heart –
A sweet flavor of candy sensed by her aura, as she went past
I stood by my bumped dopey abstractness, Alas!!
She turned back by her benignity, killing my reveries, Aghast.
Palavered into my daydreams, embellished by spare chance
A lovesome zeal of bond aflame by her glint eyes, felt at her glance
I trusted my dazed bust heart, so soon filled by so much emotions
She neared towards me by her benignity, killing my last breathe, quiesce.
Perplexed at the acquaintance so arrested, only a smile share apart
A whisper unspoken heard by my ears, she stole my heart at long last
I realized the moment so idyllic, and insisted it to be forever
She woke me up by her majestic paroles, killing my nap, Drat!
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Categories:
quiesce, funny, hope, imagination, loveheart,
Form: Rhyme Royal