Written: January 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Regina Mcintosh
"There are twilight times when only the moon will muse on my misery." By POET.
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Shadowy stillness does embrace
Showing the town such a showplace
People are fully dressed for sleep
Love aching is a wound so deep
The trees that line the waterway
In morning softness, gentle sway
She has no will but pain and weep
Love aching is a wound so deep
A painter shares his scene with care
Each moment bears a love affair
Regain some bliss others keep
Love aching is a wound so deep
The river's voice is full of pain
Gorged in tremulous skeins of rain
With love, its beauty holds a heap
As it flows onward to the sweep
Love casts a moon hush in the gloom
Seraph love time starts to assume
The moon shone down a hillock steep
Love aching is a wound so deep
Categories:
showplace, analogy, love, moon,
Form: Kyrielle
He bought it at an estate sale, it had never been used
placed it upon the mantle to himself it did amuse
When company came over he loved to show it best
the urn upon his mantle his home of eternal rest
Never married thus childless a request he made to kin
after his death which one the urn could belong to them
Just place it on a shelf and dust it now and then
and if you spill the ashes don't throw them in the bin
Vacuum me up and empty back into the urn
and let me rest in your home as the seasons turn
Dear old Uncle Elmer more than in your hearts
resting peacefully within your home and hearth
You can chat with me I will always have an ear
even your darkest secrets I will never share
And you can will me to a favorite child
the urn to be a heirloom to showplace in style
Better than to be forgotten deep in a cold grave
the Urn with family I cherished being saved.
Categories:
showplace, humor, poems,
Form: Rhyme
Take Me There
Take me to the place where it’s broadly known
In meadows and woods famous poets roamed
Where hosts of blithe yellow daffodils dance
In expectation of budding romance.
To view magnificent mountains and lakes
And spectacular countryside landscapes
In hopefulness that it all will inspire
My muse to explode alike a drumfire.
The Lake District I will visit one day
There’s so much to view and do on a stay
Such serenity and astounding grace
Is found in Cumbria’s stunning showplace.
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9th January 2023
Take Me There Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Categories:
showplace, desire, dream, eulogy,
Form: Rhyme
interlocking rubaiyat
Vain reason enters our showplace
as gender switches some embrace.
Disclosing distorted incline,
our sexuality they debase.
Serving a selfish bottom line
has our culture begun its decline?
God gave up on the Romans for such;
He left them alone by design.
Looking around my world I see
a grand display of majesty.
Seasons, changes of temperature,
prove a power greater than me.
Creation speaks to this creature
convincing me of God's stature.
He provides us wisdom with grace,
hope that redeems our flawed nature.
November 9, 2021
Categories:
showplace, 11th grade, change, desire,
Form: Rubaiyat
Eerie parlor music squeaks out over the musty floral rug
No human people have been in here for a long time
The organ has lost some keys; which gives a weird sound
The ghosts in the attic cringe, remembering better days.
Once a showplace, the house is overrun by vermin now.
Skittering and scampering across the floor is commonplace.
Mice have nests in the rug, and in the long-forgotten divan.
Tiny streams of light come through the holes in the paper blinds.
Owners of this house have allowed it to die an unnatural death.
Urine smells keep the riffraff out; including a mother opossum.
It is the place where halfhearted spiders go to die.
Not haunted, yet, full of unhappy memories.
Why the organ plays herself, none of us know.
We wait in the shadows, willing a human to come forth.
Hoping they will somehow fix her up, making her fresh and new.
A man attempts to peek into the windows.
The organ ceases its dirge-like play.
We animals skitter into the darkest shadows.
A surprise for a realtor on this holiest of days.
Halloween, a day for crazed visitors.
Seems appropriate that he wears a mask.
Categories:
showplace, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Narrative
Poland’s shopping center in crooked house,
Showplace of Sopot, fairytale, right Klaus?
A crazy look.
Shop with books.
Where I bought my favorite blue blouse.
Categories:
showplace, travel,
Form: Limerick
Lovely lodging for cheetah, squirrel and birds of all colors.
Enthusiastically loving and giving, sacrificing self in all ways.
Autumn is their showplace season, they dazzle as they turn and twirl.
Verdant in an emerald city kind of way in April and May, shining with pretty.
Eclectic, individualistic, each unique in color and consistency.
Sacrificing themselves as kamikaze pilots to announce onset of winter.
Categories:
showplace, autumn, tree,
Form: Acrostic
oh, oft' times did I watch her in the sand
trace sweeping loops with ballerina toes
a cursive language only meant for those
with knowledge of ballet, to understand
her tiny feet were powerful, yet showed
the brutal admonitions toe shoes teach
but, rollicking in bare feet on the beach
the sand forgave, so dynamism flowed
her movements, as the tide, did ebb and flow
sand pipers dancing 'round her in a troupe
the flawless shape of every arc and loop
stead witness to the balance of her toe
now tho' I saw her dance upon the stage
enthralled within my state of dazzled awe
she didn't show the flawless grace I saw
as when she spun beside an ocean rage
performance is the showplace of the art
and I applaud the skills of that demand
yet I would rather watch her in the sand
alighting on the toe shoes of her heart.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Enclosed Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
showplace, appreciation, dance, heart, ocean,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme