Short Overtures Poems
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reflects mirrored images .... off
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Joy
Onto
You
The
Orchestra
Tolls
His
Entrance
With
Overtures
Reflecting
Lasting
Devotion
12/10/22
Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Bobby May
3rd
Restful energy collecting
With moving visions that come,
Lite within easy reach,
Single purpose in mind.
Preludes and overtures,
Contatas and riffs,
Scores of passages lined
Inlaided and veneered.
Answers better come daily,
even for good-hearted individuals.
Justice keeps lives,
making noticeable overtures.
People quietly reach solitude.
Treating understandable voices
with XOXO, yielding zaniness.
P
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Orchestra blazing Mozart, overtures fill a pining heart,
F
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S
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Overwhelmed ventricles part, passive piece a le carte,
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By David Kavanagh
Kim’s Acrostic Play
Poetry Contest
09/11/2020
Absolutely beautiful
celestial diamonds
encourage flickering
galaxies heavenly invitations
joyfully kindling
lucent moonbeams
nascent overtures
perhaps quietly reflecting
spiraling tints
upon vibrant
worlds
The thrill of my lips pressing softly on yours
The scent of jasmine, Mr. Happy's making overtures
Nothing outrageous golly gee
Just innocent repartee
Perhaps grabbing handfuls of your lower coiffure
Late autumn afternoon
on the beach a broken branch
sways to the overtures
of lapping waves, contemplating
on whether to trust again after
the pain of wind’s betrayal.
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People
surround
but I’m always
alone
In naked
seclusion
fleeing
the throne
Caught in
the snarl
of their
consonant rhyme
Shunning
all
overtures
— fields still unlined
(Gardiner Montana: August, 2025)
Astoundingly bedazzling celestial diamonds
encourage flickering galaxies heavenly invitations,
joyfully kindling lucent moonbeams nascent overtures
perhaps quietly reflecting spiraling tints,
upon vibrant worlds
'xalting yonder zest
Pleasures of ones heart and mind,
Overtures that sing when read.
Experience's within life we find.
Treasured feelings that one has said,
Revelations of words written with passion,
Your life, love, heartbreaks, told with no ration.
Acknowledging Ambitious...
Blossoming Brave Bold Believers
Alluring Artists
Noticeably Noisey
Dynamically Devoted
Offering Openheartedly Overtures Obliging Ovations
Novelty Newborn Nations
Sponsor of contest: Brenda Chiri, 7/10/18
waves curling over
a shallow barrier reef
wanton overtures
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Contest: Water Themed Haiku
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Placed 3rd
14th August 2018
She lay down
among the verdant wheat
listening to swishing overtures,
supine, eyes slightly closed;
relishing the blue of a spring sky
wishing she were the white cloud
that appeared out of nowhere...
envious of the free spirit
she could have been.
Centered in a greedy world,
our egocentric minds unfurled.
rising into downward gears,
relying on our hates and fears.
upward spiral to our ends,
penitent upon them sends.
to the exit of our minds,
insanity, we finally find
overtures of hate and rage,
never see the earthly stage.
studiously sterling students
comparing, contrasting, connecting, complaining, conniving
truthfully turning tricky troublesome troubles
into intriguing innovative idealistic ideas
providing peaceful progress
magically, mystically, miraculously meeting marvelous methods
of optimistic overtures overturning oncology.
Night.
A scantily clad sky,
with unkempt clouds.
Moon was climbing.
Caved in.
I had nothing left
to say, except
soundless poems.
No regrets;
in this climactic
struggle of life. The
pain eases, when
memory fails.
The flesh engages the
spirit. End would wait
till the grass banks.
Satish Verma
The River Charles
Brackishly
she leaves, yet still remains,
motionless in movements rhapsody
timeless witness to a revolutions birthing
a tender refuge in the heart of city life.
Water to assuage new freedoms fire
esplanade, overtures
The River Charles
for Andrea Dietrich contest
Choose Your Favorite Body
Form:
Feeling how I feel
Watch how old wounds heal
Prize odd misery
Loss of ecstasy
Lyric words of rhyme
Out-of-sync with time
Missing moments gone
Edgy pulse of dawn
Lost overtures here
Sense devoid of cheer
Grime and dust and dirt
My brokenness hurts
Round and round the bush
Crazy ties odd noose
Leon Enriquez
26 August 2017
Singapore
...speak sporadically in soft sassy syllables
...open opulent overtures to appease my err
...revoke risque rashness of the adulterer
...modulate too many manic memories.
savor satiable sweetly shared sensations,
admire adored avenues divinely alone.
target toxic tones forever together,
why wholly wade, wondering where we
faithfully failed famous fortuity forever?
We exist in ourselves with multiple connections
We earthly move as, I, me, mine/ fictional
pretenses all together as a trio of one.
We enliven our ancestors in every
aspect of past life overtures.
In physical death we are surrounded
by/with every eternal loved one, as they
patiently wait in their spiritual wings, eagerly
awaiting to celebrate our ethereal homecoming.
As a giant wave rises with passion
aroused by the overtures from the moon
I surf within its folds with high tension,
As a giant wave rises with passion
racing ashore with intense emotion
I must unravel this timeless bond soon
As a giant wave rises with passion
aroused by the overtures from the moon.
Visual#1
"One Lovely Summer Triolet" contest by Andrea Diatrich
Inspirational overtures
And unexplainable woes
All I really know for sure
Is I tingle to my toes
I write to see reaction
No matter what some may think
There will be no retraction
Not even if you say I stink
And I see by your reaction
That you may think I’m cracked
I say there’s no retraction
Not even if I get smacked
Some will read and smile
Others will look and frown
I keep writing my own style
Nothing can bring me down
read you in a dewy meadow of cataclysmic ambrosia
damp feathers of grass tickling the nape of my neck,
my eyes could sense seclusion's blossomed temptation
'pon surmised landscapes of poetic otherworldly sublimity,
insomuch as sonata's perceptive celestial bodies' played on
imposing horizons and seascapes indistinguishable as
snowflakes midst commanding symphonic overtures,
meanwhilst stardust & moons simultaneously tilt galaxies
The slight was unintentional,
it was not in my heart to hurt her,
but she has not forgiven me.
I have personally apologized and
I have sent a written note.
She has met all of my overtures
with stony silence.
Her defensive wall is unbreachable but
I shall keep trying.
I have learned to guard my tongue.
Words can cause wounds that
may take a lifetime to heal.
Perhaps, just perhaps,
some day she will forgive me.
I pray it happens,
as much for her sake as for mine.
Won 3rd