I met a beautiful song today
The melody was outstanding
The lyrics were commanding
I was compelled to pay attention
I was drawn to this musical connection
So that I began to hum
I encountered an awesome rendition
The arrangement was unbelievable
The composition was unachievable
Except by an angel’s finger
Except by a moment that lingered
So that my feet were carried along
Today I was kissed by the music
The harmony was distracting
The chords were exacting
I was unable to be restrained
My heart has forever changed
My world was altered by a song
Categories:
rendition, emotions, imagery, inspirational, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
The declaration of intent
whereas the I do's
and what have you.
"then as wife"
she spoke her voice trembling,
she looked to the ceiling and smiled
and her whole demeaner changed
this time after clearing her voice she said
"my intent is to be your
wife< two people
on the same page,
a perfect alignment an adjustment
to make perfect the day of our new beginning!"
Her husband to be than spoke with a clear voice,
his voice sounded as if it transcended the
ages; saying" with
every fiber of my being
I shall love you!" We sat in awe
watching there transformation
and knew we were in the presences of
lovers: true lover
She got up off the couch and asked him
for his hand and leaned on him
in a awe inspiring silence.
A tear of joy came to my companions eye<
as I watched her watch them
and I then cried as well.
those who wished to be together!
Categories:
rendition, celebration, culture, encouraging, love,
Form: Ballade
The limerick enjoys longevity
Through wit, innuendo and brevity.
An Irish tradition,
A bawdy rendition,
Its length and girth engorged with levity.
————-
for the Funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 06/01/2022
Categories:
rendition, appreciation, humorous,
Form: Limerick
The Lord’s my shepherd, my soul He doth keep,
I shall not want, for I’m His well-fed sheep,
In green pastures, He makes me to lie down,
Leads me beside still waters of renown,
My soul He restores, protects and feeds me,
In the paths of righteousness, He leads me,
Yea, though I walk through the valley of death,
I’ll fear no evil, for You hold my breath,
You’re ever with me, Your love makes me whole
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort my soul,
You set a table for me midst my foes,
You anoint my head, my cup overflows,
Goodness and mercy will sure follow me,
I’ll dwell in God’s house for eternity.
06.08.2021
Categories:
rendition, bible, inspirational,
Form: Couplet
By Parizo Van Thulare
It keeps me writing
I'm not scared of rhyming
On that blank page is where I'm deriving
In Between love and life is where I'm sailing
I catch joy when this pen starts dancing
I feel the warmth of life when this paper is beeping
I climb mountains when my fingers are shivering
I smell the healing breeze when My feelings are echoing
That is then that i know the train of words is coming
That sooner this palace will be raining
Those that are sad will start smiling
Those who are broken will reclaim what was taken and stop weeping
They will find what is missing
Forever they will keep on thriving
Categories:
rendition, adventure,
Form: Sonnet
A Modern Rendition
At Poetry Soup poets have been here again
Seems like they always love letting us in
Which is a perfect for our poems to enter
Of our attention is constantly the center.
Many poetry services there they provide
Of course if by all the rules we will abide
All of our comments are correctly made
Even if old and into past may one day fade.
To write many more poems we should try
As all of our youthful years go flying by
Poetry Soup is excited and perfectly delighted
When poetry friend of yours you have invited.
To write poems all of us have an appetite
Which is way far better than flying a kite
While poems from our minds start to flow
Temptation to write more will grow and grow.
Poems we write improve and are better by far
May be here at home or wherever you are
Poets are promoting petition for new tradition
To make old poems into a modern rendition.
Now who would actually believe I
was talking about me, myself and I.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
rendition, humor, poetry,
Form: Couplet
A very special date to me Is the 30th
of September.
It's the birthday of someone special,
one I always will remember.
A date that changed many lives not to
be compared to any other.
It was the day the world received a
gift,a gift that was my mother.
She changed the life of nearly
everyone and every life that she
would touch.
So I feel I can speak for everyone
when I say we miss her very much.
I often think of what I might do If we
still had her here today.
I think I would do things just the same in
every single way.
Probably keep it sweet and simple
with nothing special planned.
Quietly sit with her and talk, and
gently hold her hand.
She once said what matters most Is
love without condition.
And I find life goes more smoothly by
when I follow her rendition.
Categories:
rendition, deep, emotions, family, mom,
Form: Lyric
I look pleadingly
into their apathetic eyes
as they pull out
the last of my fingernails -
The pain is excruciating
and I pass out amid my
heartrending screams.
When I come to
I am engulfed
in total darkness.
I find myself lying
it appears in my own
blood, sweat and filth.
I try looking around
but could see nothing;
I touch gingerly
and find my eyes
swollen shut,
My nose punched
into a bloody pulp,
My lips torn open and
all my teeth knocked out.
Jesus, where am I,
What have they done to me,
What do they want of me,
I know nothing
I am just a regular Joe
struggling to raise a family,
Hoping to live the American dream;
What would I know of the
Jihadi cell or the terrorist network?
I begin to quiver in sheer fright -
Oh God, did they bring me here
just because my name is
M U H A M M A D?!
Categories:
rendition, confusion, depression, loss, political,
Form: Free verse
it was not until barren plains
made a home in me,
lips were chewed
from the search for something
I didn’t and could never possess
(I thought)
endlessly, I felt awash,
chiseling new geography
my dusty visage changed posture,
carving numbers into my spine
I found an answer
(but was it too little too late?
pink lines marked a path
but still, I hadn’t wanted to see,
I clenched my hands
and strange visions of whiteness
lined every road I traveled …
I never looked,
choosing instead
with a single embrace
to seduce the dark,
always thinking,
I could have whatever
end of beginning I sought)
all it would have taken
was one step into light,
and my agony
would have eased
my truth was finding
that nothing is ever over,
in the living of a life
is the morning of death
perpetually
I now see threads of ourselves
wind around the hand of mother-time,
remembrance being her art
but now, I forgive without thought
sliding between her fingers,
unclenching mine
Categories:
rendition, introspection, life
Form: Blank verse
I am Julie
How are you,
I like sex what about you?
Oh but,
You can get pregnant in a house
You can get pregnant on the couch
You can get pregnant in a chair
You can get pregnant on the stairs
You can get pregnant in a car
You can get pregnant on the farm
One thing is true use protection all the time
and you'll be happy
and have no worries on your mind.
Categories:
rendition, family, imagination, love,
Form: Free verse
Submit my amateur thirst
For urban slaves
With nothing else on my mind
But food for the plague.
It's not the armed that harm the harmless
But this honeyed tongued prince
With his hands on his head.
Damn those blaspheming template lovers
Wrought of inbreed prostitution and
Finger licking good tax rendition.
Divorce Lawyers.
Death penalties.
Lovers triangle.
Break it off and the bad luck is done.
After all,
I assume it was my mother who used to say,
Filthy luck spawns from a filthy conscience.
Filthy she'd say.
As if filthy were just the word for it.
As if it justified a thought or place.
But I don't need justification.
I just need these two diverged in one.
Urban sex crossed lovers,
Plague eating rotten toothed librarians
Hungry from another long day at work.
Categories:
rendition, adventure, allegory, angst,
Form: Free verse