A Fun or Humorous Clerihew about a famous person Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
My favorite musician is Taylor Swift
You see, she's fast becoming a gift
Her music leaves the audience spellbind
Where her presents are open to mankind
What lesson this, God's gift to humankind,
this nitid imago sent to spellbind?
Should I see through His eyes a thousandfold,
the dazzling blue flitting of love untold.
A grace. A gift from Heaven, angels sing.
This unspoken Truth of Hope on the wing.
When Nature pops, kicks off her socks
Her dancing through the woodland rocks
Falling leaves on autumn breeze
Grateful pleas on bended knees
Clocks unwind, time falls behind
leaf-peeping pastimes spellbind
When Nature pops, kicks off her socks
Her dancing through the woodland rocks
The heart bled into being,
Of an ordinary king;
'Twas the feelings for his queen,
Whom he loved most:
More than anything;
His love grew into a space,
That he rather not replace;
Inward, it matters,
And reintroduced:
This one love,
Can't be removed –
How beautiful you were
Your love flourished and did transfer
To us upon with ambitious dreams
And love for each did stir.
You flitted about, to each one nourishing
Not in discouraging but, encouraging.
To say, “It’s going to be all right.”
And the future is in your sight.”
With God's grace and never His absence.
You climbed the stairs into the arms with guidance.
And in His favor manifest love spellbind
Comfort to those you had left behind.
I'm an emerald
echo of earth's
caterpillar, a
camouflaging
hiatus of muse
midst karmic rainstorms.
Enslaved to jealous
stars flaming within
infernal wings,
I yearn to spellbind
sacred heaven's throne,
chasing subconscious
liberty in crowned
soul of marine eyes.
Tracing saffron
fingertips in
silent smokes of
Venus, willingly,
I've scarred tuscan shine
of Aphrodite
with pearl's thermal ache.
So now, when new year's
first sunflower sings ~
breathing ambrosia
in gemstones of
bejeweled healing,
a poet shall be
reborn as a
ruby-amethyst,
snowtail butterfly.
When December stills souls with its quiver,
Erasing shadows who make life bitter.
Warm hearths silence the heart’s crispy shiver,
Stardust blesses with joy like soft glitter,
Wonders who December will deliver.
Frost’s quickening is no counterfeiter.
Where Winter hastens are soft glowing skies.
Home to cardinals praising with their cries.
When December whispers on graying nights,
Promising its secrets shall grow inside,
Where the soul will remember sweet insights,
Gentle lights unfading can’t be denied.
Singing to lithe Autumn – her last rites.
Writing poetry of faith who’ll abide.
In a sweet voice, her splendor will remind…
December welcomes peace who can spellbind.
When December stirs the moon to glowing,
Stars play across the night, dazzling desires,
Leaving the heart with love overflowing,
Twilight drifts across dreams, troubling wildfires
Calming words of hope from an all knowing,
He cast the stars on skies, never tiring,
December brings Christmas, the birth of love,
Sent to our spirits from heaven above!
I care I search, and always I come to find
All is fair in love and war, but love is blind
Who dares to besmirch another is unkind
It is an insult when a person is maligned
I care I search but it remains undefined
how some lurch from shadows to spellbind
Who sits on a perch and is often inclined
to mock others? A caged parrot who's confined
I care I search but I will never be aligned
with racists whose hearts should be colorblind
Some attend church, hoping to be enshrined
but there they will find no peace of mind
I care I search but nothing can make me resigned
to spare the birch branch. I would spank a behind
Outside the wide window by the meadow,
hang seven steel rods with metallic glow.
You bind them in a row, get them designed
as wind chimes, ringing the rhymes that spellbind.
The southern wind blows across pleasantly,
you listen joyfully its melody,
that wafts merrily in the scented air,
the chimes shares the ripples of gleeful flair.
In the gleam of twilight, the nests in sight,
the birds flap the tired wings in their last flight.
For them the chimes sings the enticing song,
the tunes cascading from its swing prolong.
Melted cloud drains the mist from the sky pane,
the chimes echoes the music of the rain,
creates the aura of fine symphony,
the concert entrances you instantly.
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March 26, 2023
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Contest : Children Sing To Rhyme
Sponsored by : Eve Roper
With incubus and succubus entwined
Coitus tactic - keep up the spellbind!
The product of deep slumber - once matured,
Zombie, encumbered on us! Rest assured.
March 7, 2023
What you picked up at the junction
Will end up serving no function,
Mine; The Bold Voice of Lord God’s seer,
Though the message might stab like spear…
Tears for the buyer of fake good,
Who’d seen it and forgot to brood;
Our markets they infiltrate,
More items we adulterate
The products whose cost is dear:
Because they spellbind, no fear!
But not for who questions ask,
Sellers taking to a task
For fake goods we keep longing
And bought: a sense of belonging,
As it radiates fine texture…
Why need I instinct’s lecture?
Full luminescent Moon wears a rainbow crown,
of red, orange, yellow, green, and blue.
Reflecting the dancing stars of wonder
in the middle of an ocean, a gown of panes gray.
As the fast moving, bending white fluffy clouds drown.
Pass by veiling it for moments breaking down
to spellbind bright puffs of clouds conforming
to different shapes that drape the night sky.
Extending my arms, I arise and stand,
reaching on my tiptoes to grasp the brightest star.
In the distance afar magical rainbow transposes.
Mystifying and strange happening developing wings,
rising excitement that astound I spread my arms,
spellbound, embracing the star that is sparkling.
Magnificent glow in the night skies nearer the star
I have to close my eyes, the brighter it became.
I overcome the flame grasping a peace in my heart that defies.
2/25/2022
The Night Sky Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anna Marie Kaianah
Who's is that sweet female face?
A beauty like that does not exist in my world.
There, women are less perfect, yet more comely,
they spellbind with their imperfections.
Yet, if I were a painter I would attempt to capture
that ideal. Something to strive for,
without which, we are towers of conceit,
laying waste to ourselves.
The sculptor prays to his hands
that he might translate her from his mind,
but try as he might
something crumbles between his reach
and the clay he touches.
The same for the female sculptor
who tries to capture her inner vision.
What is that sweet face?
Only God knows, and She only tells you
when you fail and fail yet again.
Light whispers through the shadows of my mind
Reflecting all the wonders inspired there
Hues of joy, inspirations to spellbind
Hopes so alive within psalms and prayer
Stardust dreams flow across beautiful praise
Coming from a heart who knows only me
Kindness singing through feelings that amaze
Silencing all worries so I’m carefree
Brilliant passions blaze to life in my heart
And I know no one knows silence so right
Grace from above grows so that I impart
Wisdom beyond my musings which excite
The reason I’m just me never puzzled
Still, some might find they’re rather bumfuzzled
Why Am I Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shreya LN
August 23, 2021
L- Life overflows with awesome mysteries;
I- I list a few of them that spellbind me.
F- For one, the hidden gift of Memories-
E- Etched deep within to find again and see.
S- So too, emotions that spring from my heart-
M- Meant to enhance the very way I live.
Y- Yes, best is Love which fills the deepest part;
S- So mystical this gift- I take and give.
T- To bind with love, another awe is Hope,
E- Enabling me to conquer special goals.
R- Restored with Faith that firms my will to cope-
I- I'm thankful for their unifying roles.
E- Epic is weaves of mind with heart, and soul;
S- Some of life's mysteries- that make me whole.
December 2, 2020
For The Contest, "Life's Mysteries"
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Form, Acrostic-Sonnet Hybrid
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