Short Resubmitted Poems

JUNGLE

What does it matter
Bushy, gnarled,  prickly or old
Green is all matter.


S.Jagathsimhan Nair

Written some time back, now resubmitted  on 18 Feb 13 for PD's 'Favorite haiku' contest...

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long after midnight

he points out the big dipper...

grass for our pillows






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for Charles Henderson's Contest: "No Contest Contest"
/resubmitted for PD's Contest "Any haiku will do"...

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There was violinist
He was old and grey
Loved by all but could not stay
He played the violin to the grave
And there the old violinist spends his days
With his love shed in lights of golden rays


For Gean Isenberg, grandfather and friend you will be missed....

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I swam in a river of uncertainties,
as Mr moon gave me his back.
Somber dreams caress my skin,
the light within my eyes is dark.
On my last trip to the milky way,
I was sad, because it had melted.














2-20-19
Resubmitted:12/09/2021
Alexis Y....

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The earth is brittle under heel

in quiet little ways

But leaves are bragging

bright with flame

as we watch the seasons change        




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"Season.....Gogyoka"
11/3/12
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest:207...

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I swam in a river of uncertainties,
as Mr moon gave me his back.
Somber dreams caress my skin,
the light within my eyes is dark.
On my last trip to the milky way,
I was sad, because it had melted.




2-20-19
Resubmitted:5/28/2021
Contest: Bite Size Poetry
Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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When favored by sun

raindrops scattered through the trees

form candles of light…

Withered leaves are christened new

with lucent rainbows streaming


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8/2/16
Inspired by 
Contest:  One Tanka


Resubmitted for this contest: Sponsored by Rick Parise...

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One more chemo left. 
Two more full moon I will see
Three kids still in school. 

last three months, life will cut short.
one heart, two eyes, I pledge, to support. 


resubmitted to May Premiere contest of Brian Strand 
Dated 4th March 2019
Charlekucoup contest of Charles Messina
PLACED THIRD IN CONTEST...

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Pictures interred

deep into gray matter 

shatters delusion

except from time

no moorings holding them in place

to past or future

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6/12/15  For the "Through Your Eyes" Contest

(Requirement using 21 words)
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest #221...

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Death
Soft feet
You came by
In hard blow to
Wipe so many lives
Not a second did they
Have to make but a last wish
Which for sure would be “GOD SAVE ME."
Though god would not have listened or come
To stop time or reverse your action, rash!



Resubmitted 10/10/16
Written on 23/07/16
55 syllables (HowManySyllables.com)...

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I have briefly caught sight of the other side of yesterday,
blinded by the sun, while running barefoot across a field of thorns
I'll carve a path through weeds and stones, to reach a childhood memory.



Inspired by Andrea's Contest: Glorious Sijo Fields
1/31/15
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest: # 201...

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Much like this ride, I'll walk the endless course

As seen among wayfarers’ eyes dark gold

where swallows reel above to reinforce

the edge of night, far fair, I do behold.



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Rithimus Divisa 6 Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Originally posted 10/ 25/ 2018
Resubmitted 9/ 22/ 2020
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Despite June’s tempest, I relish life’s grace

         My eyes marking the stencil of ripped trees

     A yesterday which draws me to embrace ;

The comfort of kin amidst storm’s reprise.



For Gregory R Barden's Rithimus Divisa 5 Contest
Excerpt  from  the poem Woodland of My Youth 
Dated 4/04,2018
Resubmitted 9/5/2020...

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Scattered patterns made by rain
cascade down my window pane 
Over glass a teardrop trail
navigates without a sail

I must stand by, helplessly
as they glisten in the light
keeping vigil through the night
in fear they're lost at sea


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6/2/18
8 Lines Poetry Contest
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's August Premiere Contest #480...

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Ruthless is the wind
It trifles without care
That hearts have grown so fond
Of the maple's scarlet flair~

For with the morning's dew
No leaf was to be spared

Each scarlet leaf has spun away
Not left to bask beneath the sun
No color left to stifle breaths
In autumn's brilliant dawn~


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Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest: #229...

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afternoon shadows

   to the morning soon creep close

      ~ autumn is stalking




                           N/A
    Originally Submitted September 14, 2020
   Completely Your Choice (9) Poetry Contest
               Sponsor: Brian Strand

      
             Resubmitted September 29, 2020
Second Chances for N/A in any Contest in September 2020
               Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke...

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wooden sea- rafts float
  
     as the hardest beads

        the mildest prayers

offer layered dahlias

   for Holy Queen's regatta




~ Dedicated to Our Lady of Fatima's 90th Anniversary
 POTD/POTW
~ For Richard Lamoreaux's Poem of the Day Contest
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I was pleasantly glad to receive both awards for this
short form. It may have touched the spirit of those
who celebrate Mary's devotion as a Mother.  Resubmitted 4/11/2019...

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Listen
to the silence
adrift in the brittle sky...
I behold pointed fingers
of mute admiration

My hand
belongs to yours
in this solitude of night...
Then you show me without words
the miracle of stars

We glimpse 
her bare shoulders,
as Venus brushes her hair
It tumbles in the darkness
like a quiet snowfall



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 "Pen a Pensee" 
Resubmitted For Contest: #216
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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We watched the colors change the sky,
and stretched our backs against the grass
Each cloud became a butterfly.
as twilight's crimson came to pass.
The heavens turned to splendid glass.

There, beyond the dying sun,
a wish was waiting to be free.
The curtains spread, a star was hung,
so, you pointed to the galaxy,
to give my wish to me.


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7/12/16
Crimson Contest: 
Resubmitted for Brian's Contest: #227...

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NEW BEGINNINGS
Shyly the tender shoots
.       Aspired to reach the skies
.       Each leaflet uncurling  slowly
        To hum its unsaid fondest story;

Some brought smiles all around
A few left us with moist eyes...

Date Sept 3, 2016
contest
Any poem of max 8 lines
Resubmitted for Brian Strands contest
 any theme any form max eight lines
Dated Dec13, 2016

Footnote
This short poem was written for budding writers and poets taking baby steps into this creative world....

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