Syllable Structure: 8, 10,7,9,6,8,8
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Stars sparkle, scattering silver,
Silent skies glitter, serenely sublime,
Distant diamonds, divine dance,
Glittering globes gleam, glowing gently,
Brilliant beacons burn bright
Whispering wonders to whole world,
Fanciful fantasies flow fast.
SAGE TREES SERENELY CANVASSING
Quiet tree branches,
Lean as if in prayer;
Leaves soon to be graved:-
Indeed, Spring will soon pass on;
Leaf-falling Fall, awaiting:-
A whisper of the falling rains
Scripts a pattern etched on the panes;
The ocean's tidal ebb and flow
Carve a design that ever glow.
The gentle sway of summer grass,
As fleeting winds serenely pass,
Slices shapes with a silken art,
A tiny, intricate, true heart.
The stars above, in silent flight,
Are set in patterns of the night,
The constellations, old and grand,
A story told across the land.
The pulsing beat within our chest,
A steady pattern put to test,
The breath we draw, the air we share,
A silent promise in the air.
So let`s learn patterns from nature
To carve diverse shapes and structure;
In every moment, small or great,
We find our truth, we seal our fate.
Serenely waking up, I'm blest with vibrant ray
all the way bestowed by God each day.
Grateful for gracious peace*, filled with radiant delight
my heart aims for daily triumph of miracles' height.
Optimizing days of quietude's bliss along life's race
my faith overcomes woes while glowing with divine grace.
Basking under tranquil light toward wondrous loving acts
my gifts of care I share, distributing kindness' packs.
Brightened by hopeful calmness toward success' gain
my spirit soars with prayer upon joy's terrain.
*Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
June 13, 2026
2nd place, "2026-06-09 Serenity" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/14/2026
A tall Tree with lush-green leaves in my backyard,
standing upright like an umbrella gives me shade,
refuge to countless birds and squirrels.
Heart-wrenching tune created by a musician from the strings of a Veena,
surreal temple chimes serenading to the horizon,
soothing birdsongs at every dawn in summer,
chirping by homecoming birds at vermillion dusk,
emerald waves lapping on the amber seashore….
collecting seashells from the sand I walk on barefoot,
watching snow falling incessantly and
creating silvery laces on the roof-tops,
All these and many more,
makes my heart melt and feel serenely thankful.
I watch at the last minute
a solitary petal
cascading from the cracked bough--
through mosaic glass of my window
it trickles serenely and weaves
low along a grappled wind,
sailing over the chilly vale...
It aligns with a hundred other petals
all together waltzing in space,
and gazing at this unrehearsed dance
in glorious animation,
the miracle of serenity unfolds,
enthralling nature's live portrait
... as a tear of awe smudges my eyes.
Sun sets serenely on lakeside.
Our hearts slow to greet the pace.
A deep breath's so soothing.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Genuine contentment* is gain against greed's blight
Sans carnal cravings of selfish heart’s reign
While sufficiency bursts midst sharing delight.
Let’s chase not earthly wealth with temporal strain
Knowing that satisfaction matters most
Along kindness upon reaching-out terrain.
Grateful to God for blessings, heavenly dosed
Our spirits are filled with joy, serenely divine
As we care to give cheerfully, never to boast.
With prayer to keep our faith to shine
Bouncing from fall due to covetous heart
We now move on, fulfilling goodness-design.
Triumphantly contented to do our part
Every day is a fresh radiant start.
*1Timothy 6:6 ... Godliness with contentment is great gain. 1Timothy 6:11 ...O man of God, ...follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness.
April 22, 2026
2nd place, "2026-04-02 Write a Beautiful Terza Rima" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/2/2026
The sparkling dawn serenely veneers
my heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinge of timeless charm,
paints a golden garden on my heart’s canvas,
blooming with the lilac luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your floral face.
As the pristine patina of the radiant roses
flushes your cherubic cheeks resplendent,
glittering with seraphic grandeur of shining pearls,
rapture wraps the mesmeric meadow of my mind.
As your cadenced heart pulsates within mine,
in the ether of encompassing euphoria I float.
In the vivacious valley of my verdant heart,
configured by the contours of your charm,
as I carve a conduit of earnest yearning to reach you,
fervent cloud floats away with my captivated craving,
melts in an endless torrent of expired emotion,
you disappear with the waning waves of desire.
Wandering destined in the desiccated wasteland
with the conciliated memory of divested longing,
my teardrops deviate from melancholic course to dry,
silhouetting the leitmotif of our past I need to forget.
When we let our path diverge at love’s blind end,
time would reveal for us the truth it is for the best.
My heart longs for you serenely
When the quiet dawn breathes its pale hue,
And the faraway stars fade one by one from the sky;
When the daystar sinks beyond the town
And, for a while, the earth gets ready to slumber down,
I feel you again.
My heart longs for you serenely
When I listen to a melody—your eyes hover before mine;
When I read a book, your face emerges from this.
When I unfold your old letters, your voice seems so near,
And my eyes quietly fill with tears.
I feel you again.
Find the ambiance enshrouded by sunset
serenely embrace its majesty with your heart
Engage your dreams from this evening's glow
So the colors of the sky may bring you peace
Watch the birds glide in soft silhouettes
where they spiral on unseen winds over the sea
while you rest your soul from their peaceful gliding
and feel a sense of calmness with every breath
Journey through the wilderness of your thoughts
drown in the wonder of rapturous beauty
declared by the last dying rays of the sun
that turns twilight dark at the end of this day
Now the morning whispers quiet to a hush,
among the memories you’ve left behind.
Word-tangled no more, the heart-song will rush
along love’s veins and avenues to find
a speechless island in infinity.
Uncaptured at last, your selves’ affinity
with quicksilver and evening and change
will sit serenely apart from portraits
and mirrors. And so I depart from the form
and frame, leave behind the artful tapestry,
however classical and apt,
because it cannot contain,
nor can it impart
no words I write
can sing or tell
the sweetest
song of
you
Christopher M. Swan, "Song of Susan," 2008
Forgotten faces
We only get one summer to remember,
The rest blurs into a haze.
This one had lasted long, and the girl
I lived across the river, a beautiful little stream
that serenely floated down to meet its doom.
September, still summer though I knocked, a neighbour came, said she had gone abroad, a Dane.
Unseemly haste! I smiled, shrugged my shoulders,
women! And I suffered the longest night.
Daybreak brought a chill; dark clouds congregated it rained.
Years later, I was in a bar in Copenhagen, an older woman with
too much makeup
on her haggard face, but those eyes, a memory stirred.
Her hands shook when pouring beer into my glass,
long nights, she said, and swiftly left, and a younger woman
took her place.
I left too,
outside, I looked up and saw
the curtain on the first-floor move;
those eyes.
I had seen them before but refused to remember.
"Winter`s beauty lies in its quietness and peace,
Offering the chance to halt time`s flight for a while,
Peer down the depth of oneself to feel real bliss
And, despite all odds of life, preserve a smile." by Poet
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When snowflakes fall, faltering on the slumbering world
When trees stand bare, with their branches etched against a grey sky
When chirps of birds, flown to warmer lands, are dead silent
When wild winds waffle savvy secrets through empty streets
When the air is crisp and bites with its sharpened teeth
When houses glow warm, inviting light in long evenings
When the hills roll frosted, like ocean waves
When nature is softly sleeping beneath a white blanket
When ghostly quietness invades the snow-flaked land
It`s in such quietude that I yearn to peer down myself
Serenely scan the very depth of my inner self
Try to know the real stuff I am made of.
Silver-fog-screen tries to prevent the sun.
Peeping through fogs, the sun enjoys the fun.
Grass blades and blossoms glitter with dewdrops.
With rat-a-tats, dew drops fall from rooftops.
Motley migratory birds fly in flocks.
Flamingos try to overtake the hawks.
Doves descend from the skies as though fairies.
Robins dig out the snow-laced blueberries.
Foxes flee full of prey-less frustration.
Young sheep bleat at their wool operation.
Dogs and cats shiver in their master's quilt.
Stray apes leave the countryside feeling guilt.
Twilights seem to be serenely waiting.
The rich enjoy skiing and ice-skating.
While bonfires and campfires fill every street
Impoverished kids beg around bare feet.
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