"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
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Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights,
nightstand shelved as bed post warming invites,
facade postpones ceiling beams gold strike streaks,
soleless soul flits swarming countenance cheeks,
dance preps off-Broadway show and a bit more,
mirror laughs hushed, smiles aloud, assured score.
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Hogwarts seedbed on windows, one attends,
self-mocked reflect face, sees the village ends,
pressed off, Hogwarts seedbed--windows, returns,
swings, tick, chime, digital, sands, time-take-turns,
midday passes, pinks-whites-brown creamy melts,
boredom still on, chips and pops up, rain pelts.
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Ain't an, Acro..., Aero..., Aquaphobic,
Where is love? Heal this ... Agoraphobic.
Categories:
seedbed, allusion, analogy, angst, anxiety,
Form: Sonnet
my precious, my love
when will we know that our love
will continue forever?
keep the seedbed moist
sprout, take root, ready to grow …
caring relationships thrive
10/22/2022
Poetry form: Sedoka - My Sedoka poem is one lover's sincere question, followed by the other lover's discerning answer. The Sedoka is a two-stanza poem, each stanza having three lines, with five syllables on the first line and seven syllables on the second and third lines.
Categories:
seedbed, love, metaphor, relationship,
Form: Sedoka
Am I god's breath
Dawn's first breath caresses dew-wet glade,
yellow catkins quiver in spring's tender breeze,
eastern sunrise fuels passerine serenade.
Sulphur-yellow butterflies, black and golden bees
time for birth, new life, our earthly sphere decrees
of Erebus and Nyx
Impish flames dance in noontime light
morph to ghastly pirouetting demons leaping
everywhere, undisciplined they grave alight
red-hot searing daggers all-consuming.
Summer's purifying salamander breathing.
or earthly shibboleth?
Jewel blue; no longer skipping over rocks
the river, now near the end, is older, wiser,
gently drifting west towards the busy docks.
Autumn leaves of gold, like gentle boats, stir,
floating towards sunset's end of chapter.
Caught between the twixt;
The winter forest seems to our eyes dead.
Midnights new moon; the mother of the sky
mystic dewgleam-silver lights the seedbed
of decomposing earth, where fresh shoots testify
new life once more this land will occupy.
I'm Aether, or maybe six sixty-six.
Categories:
seedbed, meaningful, nature, spring, sunset,
Form: Quintain (English)
mulberry gloaming
ceaseless murmur of water
still latent seedbed
9/24/2020
Categories:
seedbed, environment, growth, nature,
Form: Haiku
Oh, living, breathing star
how beautiful you are.
You pulsate from afar-
our cosmic avatar.
Life beats inside your heart
that rends dust-rays apart
so elements- impart
the gifts of which we're part.
Life's building blocks you spread-
earth creatures- your seedbed;
your precious prize, widespread
from richest dust- inbred,
with sulfur, nitrogen,
mixed well with oxygen;
and carbon, hydrogen-
add phosphorus- life's spun.
Oh, living, breathing star-
your heartbeat is bizarre.
Dear God did raise the bar-
has made you what you are.
March 21, 2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Pick 6
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 04/09/2020
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: A Star's Heartbeat
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Judged: 03/22/2020
"The crucial elements for life on Earth, often called the
building blocks of life can be abbreviated as CHNOPS:
carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus, and
sulfur. For the first time, astronomers have cataloged the
abundance of these elements in a huge sample of stars."
www.space.com
Categories:
seedbed, star,
Form: Rhyme
In autumn when the woods are shades of red,
wind scatters the reddish leaves overhead.
Falling seeds fain to heaven's moist rain spreads
to swell the earth, and plump latent seedbed.
Wind scatters the reddish leaves overhead;
sweet kernels longing; to set budding more
to swell the earth, and plump latent seedbed.
Its fruitfulness with ripeness to the core.
Sweet kernels longing, to set budding more;
squirrels bound across trees, hedge-crickets sing.
Its fruitfulness with ripeness to the core,
finches, redpolls, crossbills cache seeds that spring.
Squirrels bound across trees, hedge-crickets sing,
scamper away not seeing where they stir.
Finches, redpolls, crossbills cache seeds that spring
in beauty of nature that comfort her.
Scamper away not seeing where they stir,
falling seeds fain to heaven's moist rain spreads;
in beauty of nature that comfort her,
in autumn when the woods are shades of red.
10/2/2017
For The Poetry Contest: 'WRITE ME A PANTOUM'
Sponsored By: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
seedbed, autumn, nature,
Form: Pantoum
“Bring back our girls”: a silent whisper now the global anthem,
Re-echoing the opposing bells to our corrupt system
Is this the prospect sought-after by our patriotic gem?
Nigeria! Listen to the loud tears of your future stem,
Give joy to daughter-hood; salvage them.
But wait! Bombing at first now abducting,
And our tomorrow, they take liberty in destroying:
Creeping into our streets with arsenals uninviting;
Kai! Things are falling apart swiftly, as a mountain erupting.
Oh! Once upon a time in Chibok
Unraveling the serene puzzles gazing from our books;
Reading and playing to pass examination’s hook
Girls in tender uniforms with big dreams,
Insuring their future on the seedbed of academic teams,
Rain-date indeed! Absent from our schemes;
Little wonder you were abducted; as in Nollywood films,
Shai! Where is God in this scenario? It seems.
Categories:
seedbed, abuse, africa, daughter, depression,
Form: ABC
My body is made from fire
fire, flesh and blood
just like my mother who holds me
clay and earth and mud
My body is made from water
who flows and carries through
protecting, healing, easing
with ocean force and gentle dew
My spirit is made of sunshine
vision, heart and light
rising from rich, dark rootedness
into the world of sight
My spirit is made of ether
emerging from within
to reach the breath of consciousness
the connectedness of kin
When I lay my body down
in sacrifice, in birth
I offer myself to Creation
I return myself to Earth
But my spirit joins the many
moving freely through storm and dreams
to flow like balm, like smiles, like solace
to all earthborn beings
For now I am a seedbed
for all that spins and comes to be
as all that came before me
was for me when born a seed
Categories:
seedbed, birth, body, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
I wish I could tell you that
On the eve you are born;
The needles are just everywhere,
And they would prick you hard.
I see you are fading,
Looming motionless in a pool, Parting water
And hacking your way through 'watery desert'.
I see your tears beaming like beadles --
Droplets of which, soaked in bloody love.
You care just a fig at times,
Give a damn to what people call -- institution;
Anxious at times, fearing of 'ground lost', in home and abroad.
Who then, instilled a germ into the seedbed
And you nourish it in perfect serenity?
You will feed it and let it grow,
Because, the pigmy cells come with a burst of life.
This is how you were born sometime,
Giving your ship a direction;
I wish I could see that joy in your parents' face.
Yet in every cyclic year, you come round and round
To remember that Day;
And afterward, in the timeline, you do stay;
And I wish, I could tell you
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Categories:
seedbed, inspirational
Form: Heroic Couplet