The jig was up
and the seller got the shaft
as the fletcher (all a-quiver)
pricing feathers (more arrows for to craft)
saw the target total cost (legal tender)
as sky-high (yet altho' not immoral)
let fly and shot his bolt (at the vender)
which started quite the quirky quarrel
Irish accents quake my female southland.
Males 'neath Newsboy Caps stimulate dreamland.
Irish yearns may want touch,
Did not seek to feel such.
Ireland trips could stimulate mate's backhand.
Who dreams of inspiration ~
his flesh quivers with trepidation
How much time will you be in room?
Please come, play with us and bloom
Behind the bars, there's a chirping bird,
Sleeping still, have you not heard?
The gentle air through the breeze,
Occuring from moving of trees
Forests looking beautiful by its blow
"Hey You, focus it's showing its glow".
Everybody likes the rain,
And go for a dance on the plain
It fills the ponds and rivers with cheer
Making the weather a little quiver.
So let's go and break the boundary,
Leaving behind each doubt and quandary
With courage and fears and spirit wild,
Will face each challenge calm and mild.
poetry
goes beyond
a mere rhythmic flow of words
like a poultice, it draws out feelings and emotions
hidden between the lines, on a personal level
poetry is to be felt more so than read
when the reader identifies with the poet's words
poetry is a way of
sharing an experience
by linking the words with the reader's feelings
joy, sadness, love, fear, anger, and hope are all
arrows in a poet's quiver
aimed to strike the reader's heart
a poem is not meant to be read like a novel
it's to be savored
and enjoyed like a fine wine
poetry
is the catalyst
that evokes self-reflection
and elicits further thoughts
A dusty quiver lay on my back
Its arrows clean and sharp
I wade with purpose through itchy reeds
My boots dragging in the muck
I hear you before I see you
Your laugh collapsing the virgin marsh between us
A fistful of whites and yellows
My dear whites and yellows
Ready, steady
It’s no use!
For if I lose an arrow
My quiver will lighten
And my shoulders will slouch
A thought
Of dreed
A primal fear
Sends a shiver
A quiver
Down the spine
And through
The soul
That makes
The body shake
And quake
A quick glance around
To see
If anyone noticed
The impromptu
Involuntary dance
Of the soul
In your body
That held
It down
That thought
That dreed
Those tortures
Of your
Soul
Now that you walk the earth,
we await your story dear child
Were you sometimes seated in there
in a floating dream curving a path
like our favorite flower, baby's breath,
glistening in morning rain that makes
every drizzle even more beautiful?
With fire in each milestone,
like so much a stamen under sun
You carry the promise of bloom
Gratified you've touched our hearts
and imagination with the gift of life
bestowed upon you.
We'll never forget
the first time we
saw you here
From mum and dad,
two candles dear son
and joyeux anniversaire!
“Quiver”--how soft it glides ‘tween lips and teeth,
It almost feels like breathing in a wreath;
I can’t find words that can sound as tender
Except, possibly, “flower” and “whisper.”
“Quiver”--how opposite the image it brings:
Both unpleasant and delightful feelings;
Like a sore bee sting that gives the shudder,
Or a lover’s touch that makes one shiver.
A pretty thing makes one quiver with joy,
Another quivers in anger at a ploy.
One quivers, too, on witnessing horror,
But others quiver at a good humor.
“Quiver”--what a contradictory term!
It may draw a smile or may make one squirm:
A gentle breeze that does shake the flowers,
Or raging winds that come with rain showers.
A harp’s, or guitar’s, or violin’s strings
Must quiver before music can take wings;
But when the earth quivers, how great the fright
As walls come falling no matter the height.
April 1, 2023
Among 2nd Place
Writing Challenge - ‘Q’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
you touch my skin,
and I quiver,
not from the cold wind outdoors.
oh, the warmth
of your healing fingertips!
it's all-consuming.
it soothes me
body and soul.
in your soft hands,
rumbling thunder of fever
in the climax of winter;
a sudden jolt of electricity...
that sets ablaze
neurons coursing
through my brain
inexplicable,
the strange yet divine feeling
that takes hold of me.
each touch,
a sublime sensation,
cap-a-pie; as if comfortably
wrapped in velvet.
you touch my skin,
and I quiver.
Lift my soul to the farthest height
and let it fall into your eyes
so you may protect my love
like a precious jewel, that glitters and glows
on the landscape of your heart
let it be a guiding light in your darkest needs
feel my heart quiver
from your kiss of warmest rapture
feel its scented petals drifting on the wind of dreams
where two cross the sacred stream of love
beneath soft flickering glows of star-lit skies
and find the moonlight splayed upon our silhouette
in a welcomed understanding of quiet wonder and beauty
as we travel through the tender tethered region of love
3/30/23
contest Writing Challenge "Q" words
sponsor Constance La France
“Have ye not yet by Holy Spirit been grazed ~
Caress divine sublime; may the Lord be praised”
~ quote by poet
Recognising God alone as the giver,
from time to time, sounds of silence we embrace,
whereupon our spine soon begins to quiver,
enlivened by magnetism, bestowed by grace,
bliss drenched in flow of soma nectar river,
that bursts forth from within, yet leaving no trace.
Oh hermit, know this as stark truth, not fiction;
rapture without end borne by bliss beat friction.
30-March-2023
____________
Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Gramnar
Ashen dove fades in vines ripple zephyr~mist met by sun sequoia.
Checked by: howmanysyllables.com: 17 syllables
Written: February 15, 2023
A Ripple To Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
winter winds quiver
winter winds quiver
when ice mists ride on torrents ~
cloudy vesper veils
solstice zephyrs glaze
meadows with crystal glitter ~
vanilla moons rise
raw breath of evening
bare boughs wear rough coats of bark ~
lavender twilights
flurries of wild gales
whistle through silent hollows ~
blue plaintive paeans
boreal shadows
fly on brumaled errant wings ~
tangled berry canes
12-12-22
Syllables check with www.howmany syllables
autumn approaches
episodic exhaling ~
quassative quakies
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