A scholar is known for his scholarly output
A minister’s renowned for good deeds
God sits back and judges them both
~ based on what His creations need
Categories:
renowned, christian, god, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
A man, quite renowned, came into our town;
He tried to expound on matters profound.
He frowned when he found as he tried to expound:
drowned by the sound of a hound in the town.
This was indeed a hound most renowned!
The sound from this hound, when on a rebound,
knocks a man down in a mound on the ground.
He looked all 'round: northbound, southbound, eastbound, westbound.
Nowhere he looked could that loud sound be found:
the fairground, the playground, the foreground, the background.
Finally he found himself down at the pound.
A foxhound, a coonhound, a bloodhound, a greyhound:
all of these hounds could be found at the pound,
but none of the hounds made that kind of sound.
A boy came around and said while he frowned,
his puppy was wound up, would not settle down.
"Your little dog too! Ha, ha," he clowned.
A little chihuahua made all of that sound?
Well, he dropped his jaw when he heard the chihuahua.
Now, he expounds on this hound most renowned.
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For the Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Written on 04/14/2022
Categories:
renowned, children, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
I was lying down in a platform;
And was dreaming about the unwritten.
Not to end the renowned act;
But to continue it on your souls.
I can work harder on it;
To finish the realistic on time.
Even it is harder to remove thorns;
I want to replace it with joy.
I can make it worser atlast;
But gave up this time.
Not to make her perfect;
But to radiate her courage.
I was about to fall asleep;
Like a leaf going to grass.
But i saw something glazing;
That was the gaze of her eyes.
I thought unpleasant clouds are crying;
And they didn't let her shine.
But i realized ;it's not the destiny;
It's the way of outbreak in history.
Categories:
renowned, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Violette Poem
Violets Renowned
Wild violets renowned
Prayers with grace astound
One flower would spellbound
Hundreds granted
Yard covered with flowers
Showing God's great powers
God's love gives them hours
Gift not planted
Violets in beauty
Whisper of God's duty
To teach His tutee
A song chanted
Will we learn in session
That is my one question
Would our soul freshen
Or be scanted
Man can easily remain
In this life lost inane
Never reach or attain
Stance as mantid
Written: 4-2-2018
Categories:
renowned, faith,
Form: I do not know?
He was born to be good looking and have a mouth like no other
Tenacity was his strategy he was a technician in the ring,
So he’d float like a butterfly and sting, sting, sting
While his opponents thought it was amazing
I know who is the greatest but Ali was certainly a humanist
On earth he’s now vacant but there will never be an Ali replacement
A hero he’ll be remembered as because he was admired for his courage,
Outstanding achievements and noble qualities
He wasn’t known for his modesty but he spoke out against inequality
There’s no denying, he had a prodigious personality
So I’ll end with one of his quotes
“Live everyday as if it were your last because someday you’re going to be right”
Categories:
renowned, technology,
Form: Bio
Inner self renowned free; owned only by me in the thicket of the woods which is ticket to the
goods. Lovely dew drop, tear drop worries obliterated by the sun. Rings true that I don't
know what I've won but myself-- tiny, big, larger than life- Not! Famous to none; infamous to
one-- maybe! That old tree that never moves but to stalemate then check. Mark it off-- I'm
done! Approval, Approval, Approval! Stamp me authentically me. Nature calls no one as we
call it often. Rings true, I believe. Natural self looks like Apollo and Daphne in the minds eye
of keen perception. Distorted fragments of soapstone in my artist's mind recalls and carves
and older self. Rewind now, back to babyhood; not yet out of the woods of my sheltered life.
Sheltered life, comfortable; Sheltered strife, uncomfortable; Shelters galore, displaced
woman. Never to become morbidly serious about reality-- I'm an Aspen now in a darkened
mood detached adhered to my silverish, thirtyish leaves, leaving one silver-gray split hair on
the memory of the past which is still not true to self-- now in present life is hopeful and not
reproachful!
Categories:
renowned, healthself, me, self,
Form: Free verse