spring
kicks off
turns warmer
shoots, buds and scent
rainbow hued gardens
eye feasting sights
back to life
send off
winter
Springtime Ninette Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
Date: 20-02-2022
I take my poems, in three month spurts,
And bind them in a book.
There’s just one copy, meant for me;
They rarely get a look.
A new one came today and it
Is number twenty-six,
A fine collection of my rhymes
If someone needs a fix.
Though all my writing’s on the web,
I like the solid heft
Of what will be my legacy
When nothing else is left.
And at my funeral, I’d like
No eulogies – instead,
Assorted poems from in these books
To be succinctly read.
They capture all within my life
That makes the world make sense
And really, every writer loves
A captive audience!
Ugly are you with tearful eyes
The tears that never forded my cheeks
As did yesterday,too stubborn to stop
Perhaps the second it is that my eyes
Like a morning rose in a dewy garden
Got a burial under flowing salted water
As if, it makes me a lifeless brute
Because they hugged and pressed me hard
With tearful eyes they stared at me
To convey something hard to digest
My heart pains to see them weeping
Expressed my heart the agony slyly
Through the tears like a day rainy
Not same blood run through all
Nor are they my kith and kin
We know it all, it is a relation
With a deep feeling that grew tall
Stepped they back with a sobbing silence
After murmuring me a quivering ‘good-bye’
Now only silence speaks everywhere
In every room,every corner far and near
Unused articles left by them lay there
Empty are the rooms, I find each time
But the odd breaths of invisible occupants
Pacify for a while my perturbed brain
Only loneliness beckons me with a smile
Teaching me a hard lesson consciously
It is another part of cruel life.
Ugly are you with tearful eyes
The tears that never forded my cheeks
As did yesterday,too stubborn to stop
Perhaps the second it is that my eyes
Like a morning rose in a dewy garden
Got a burial under flowing salted water
As if, it makes me a lifeless brute
Because they hugged and pressed me hard
With tearful eyes they stared at me
To convey something hard to digest
My heart pains to see them weeping
Expressed my heart the agony slyly
Through the tears like a day rainy
Not same blood run through all
Nor are they my kith and kin
We know it all, it is a relation
With a deep feeling that grew tall
Stepped they back with a sobbing silence
After murmuring me a quivering ‘good-bye’
Now only silence speaks everywhere
In every room,every corner far and near
Unused articles left by them lay there
Empty are the rooms, I find each time
But the odd breaths of invisible occupants
Pacify for a while my perturbed brain
Only loneliness beckons me with a smile
Teaching me a hard lesson consciously
It is another part of cruel life.
Ugly are you with tearful eyes
The tears that never forded my cheeks
As did yesterday,too stubborn to stop
Perhaps the second it is that my eyes
Like a morning rose in a dewy garden
Got a burial under flowing salted water
As if, it makes me a lifeless brute
Because they hugged and pressed me hard
With tearful eyes they stared at me
To convey something hard to digest
My heart pains to see them weeping
Expressed my heart the agony slyly
Through the tears like a day rainy
Not same blood run through all
Nor are they my kith and kin
We know it all, it is a relation
With a deep feeling that grew tall
Stepped they back with a sobbing silence
After murmuring me a quivering ‘good-bye’
Now only silence speaks everywhere
In every room,every corner far and near
Unused articles left by them lay there
Empty are the rooms, I find each time
But the odd breaths of invisible occupants
Pacify for a while my perturbed brain
Only loneliness beckons me with a smile
Teaching me a hard lesson consciously
It is another part of cruel life.
Prepare for a journey and prepare well,
Because this journey will last a long time.
When done, you will have a story to tell
With a straight tongue or maybe with a rhyme.
Remember to put your best foot forward,
So you can go as far as you can get,
As you proceed to navigate toward
The goals that were originally set.
When you come to the crossroads watch for cars;
With so much relying on that first step,
You can not afford to record more scars,
Since the specialist needs more time to prep.
Whatever you do, do the best you can,
And that comes from your friend "The Sonnet Man."
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