Across the wandering life’s changing dynamic landscape,
I traversed following the footprints of destiny
the tortuous pathway in the undulating topography,
that winded for me, tracking the trail of racing time
to the amorphous future, taking the ordained shape,
Many streams in spate I had swam with passion
across the waves of somber squall.
With the buds of nascent hope clutched close to heart.
I chased butterflies in the blooming valley of flowers,
with dreams flying through the rainbow archway.
Drifting with the whistling wind in the forest,
the radiant rays from the sunburst sky
seeped in to enwrap me with ecstasy.
Navigating the wasteland at night I found your arms,
I saw love glow on dew in my meadow at dawn.
The spent sun sinks at the edge of the twilight zone,
across the disappearing trail of the time past,
marked by the fading footprints of fulfillment.
Walking the last mile, I’ve reached the point of no return,
the weary footsteps can’t take me back.
Written May 6, 2025, For Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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Red on green traffic run,
hasty flags of pink shun
one hour before high sun.
Feel the surge of spate wind,
icy kiss grooms the rind
tiptoe through rush hour, timed.
Hexaline Form Created by Nette Onclaud: 6 lines with 6 syllables, Rhyming or not
In your eyes I see anger reign,
you splutter words like acid rain.
Sane sense turns to ash in my view,
as I discover myself new
I don’t drag you in pit of hate,
don’t blaze in revenge fire in spate.
The wrath in my soul you can’t spew,
as I discover myself new.
I drown you in forgiveness flow,
shower of pity wets you slow.
You rise from ash of remorse true,
as I discover myself new.
I pray to God, give strength of mind,
to wrongdoers I can be kind.
Show my soul right course to pursue,
as I discover myself new.
There is poet in PS called MC,
who sponsors witty contests, I fancy.
His recent 3 min contest,
I think was one of his best,
although some found the theme a bit teasy.
Holding clock hands poets wrote in a spate.
For result a long time they had to wait.
3 min poems spent ages,
judged in myriad stages.
For great job he’s forgiven, I must state.
Across life’s topography
I follow fate’s footprints.
Many streams in spate
I swim in storm
with hopes held close to heart,
lest they drown.
Chase beguiled butterflies
in the verdant valley.
Dreams fly through rainbow arc,
streaks of the setting sun
wrap me with rapture,
in my meadow I see
dewdrops dazzle like love.
As the spent sun sinks
with lingering trace of twilight,
I walk the last mile,
until the time is up.
Those who deserve in return , more ,
Often are betrayed playfully by Fate ;
The turmoil and the hardships in spate ,
Leave the invincible contender sore ;
One might as well lose the pursued track ,
Or the path that to triumph doth lead ;
Cruel Destiny and her goon squad heed
But to the whims and pre-ordained crack ;
Thus bringing down the well built stand ,
And even the earnestly seasoned soul ;
Yet even the righteous Divinity cries 'foul' !
If the honest struggler ever fails to land ;
Every pursuit just , fair and nobly done
Surely fetches blessed success from heaven .
river in full spate
yoke of oxen wade calmly
confident farmer
Only a demon looks at children and feels hate.
Only a monster looks at innocence with a spate
of envious rancour, then mercilessly shoots
to kill, and laughs. They are nothing but brutes!
These murdered children go straight to Paradise.
Do their killers even feel any remorse, or realise
that they blacken their souls with every child
they slay? Nay, for their evil runs far too wild.
Angels of Gaza, pray for your homeland to be freed,
for Mercy, Kindness, Love and Peace to be its creed.
Small souls soaring on heavenly wings of wonder,
refuse to curse those who your country does plunder.
Spread instead your feathery wings wide, cover the pain,
lift your little hands in supplication for those who remain
to resist the heartless beasts who revel in the madness.
Ask the Almighty to intervene, to dispel all the sadness.
Your laughter, sweet smiles, bright eyes and dreams,
these merciless ogres gleefully turned into screams.
You are now free of the shackles and undistilled terror,
at peace, enfolded in a loving embrace that lasts forever…
wholly state
gentrified
holey spate
sanctified
holy stake
genocide
Tableau Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
Written: August 15, 2023
Picture number: 3
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Moon shines—white jade plate.
Swish as broad sky mime.
Two palm tree twigs spate.
Toads and moon rays chime.
Where flickers share gate
Poised shore smells sublime.
“Collecting life’s treasure from the moments of bliss I walk the last mile” - Quote by Poet
In the vibrant life’s changing dynamic landscape,
the pathway across the undulating topography
meandered to the nebulous future beyond escape.
I configured desire in the template of transient time,
and the designed footprints of the dormant destiny
I followed ardently in beguiled mental state sublime.
Many surging streams in spate I swam in the storm
with the unfurling buds of nascent dreams held close
to the adoring heart, lest they wither and deform.
Through the rainbow arch in the chromatic sky
as I chased in the floral valley the passion butterfly,
my ardent yearning on its wings soared high.
As the spent sun sinks in the horizon’s fading color pile,
on the faint trail of time covered by twilight dust,
with the cornucopia of fulfilled life I walk the last mile.
Traversing content the unpaced pathway out of abyss,
lighted by the benevolent glow of God’s grace,
I look back to see the snapshots of the moments of bliss.
In the dynamic landscape of many promises,
my vibrant life has persevered to pave
the pathway that meanders on the time’s trail,
traces the wheels’ imprints fading into the mist of future,
as I traverse at a desired pace destiny decides.
Many streams in spate I’ve crossed in surging squalls
with the budding desires sheltered in my heart.
My dreams slowly wither like the autumn flowers,
and find all the enticed butterflies drift away to nowhere
from my fawn meadow once so verdant .
The fallen leaves dance the last dance in my garden,
their rustling cadence resonates in my pensive heart.
As the setting sun wraps me with melancholic hue,
I seek the warmth of niche in your evasive embrace
in the chilly night that falls with flakes of broken dreams.
Far from the twilight zone into the desolate night,
I search wandering for the remaining path to travel,
while in uncertain frail steps I walk the last mile
through the spent life’s debris of fulfillment,
where I find stardust sprinkled sequins of beauty.
HEART-BROKE
Somebody help me.
I’ve already felled me,
So no one can tell me
Words which will help me.
Yet still I grasp at the hope
Like a token broken spoke,
Wish my heart wasn’t broke,
Crushed by a nobody bloke.
I can’t find no peace,
Can’t find no relief,
Since he won’t release
Any peace to me;
Just this abject misery
That envelops me.
If my heart would heal,
I just might feel
My former zeal
To laugh and squeal,
But I can’t deal,
Can’t squeak my spiel.
I’m so alone
And on my own,
Cut to the bone,
And Too well-honed
To use the phone,
Call those I know.
And SO…
I’ve written tomes
To explain the pain
I can’t escape.
I can’t get away
From the indelible stain
Of too great a spate
Of much too humiliate,
Birthed into self-hate.
A stem sprouts leaves two
Holding cute bud new
Grows free
Unfurls charming hue
Makes a flower blue
Blooms glee
Unframed scene sticks to
Pleased plant, shines with dew
Silky.
Bridge the two banks see
Standing on strong knee
Crossbow
Structure so crafty
Makes closeness lovely
Somehow
Bonding seems to be
River’s sole trustee
To show.
Longing two hearts grow
Desires in spate flow
Find clue
To bloom life nouveau
Paired love’s floral glow
Debut
Dear link two lives know
Living brings rainbow
In view.
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March 18, 2023
Syllable count checked at HMS
Contest : Write Me A Virelai
Sponsored by : Kim Rodrigues
a cloud bursts
the dyke breaks
again
plaited weeds
stream forth
'neath the spate
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