I thought I was in disguise
Once saw you in black
I just realized
Energy in your beauty is one pack
Even though I forgot my breakfast
My face started to crack
Smile and refresh
To the moon and back
Remembering your face
Convince me to shake
Categories:
summoned, beauty, happiness, love,
Form: Free verse
Oh, poetry! Once summoned from the hell,
your ghost refused to leave. I can’t expel
the sweetest demon who possessed my mind,
my heart, my soul, my daily things, my rhymed
insomnia, my quill and my inkwell.
In time, I put up with the mademoiselle
who settled in my brainpan, but, to tell
the truth, I miss the times I left behind,
oh, poetry.
Nor charm, no chant, no hex, no magic spell,
a grocery, a loyal clientele,
everyday words for which I must not find
a rhyme, a rhythm, a form and all this kind
of things… And no qualms, if I misspell.
Oh, poetry!
7/19/2019
Rondeau Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
P.S.: I know it's not a tetrameter, required by the contest, but let it be my tribute to a such devilishly difficult genre like rondeau)
Categories:
summoned, poetry,
Form: Rondeau
Once the sun blows its warmth
I stood on its breeze
Gazing back all the moment
Drifting silence in a seek
None would bother
None be bothered
Remain silent should I prefer
With persevered steps won't I remorse
Most hatred which embedded
Spell the bliss to be created
Call out all the hopes
Revealed the untold
Every pieces which has left
Each part which has last
Be hold in my skin
Be history of my win
Below my wisdom in the valley of my journey
Yet I step ahead
Nor reverse to back
I stand precisely instead
Categories:
summoned, forgiveness, introspection, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
My Callie was a queen, chocolate with caramel swirled.
The inside of our house was all of her little world.
With her tummy feeling empty, she’d come by dawn’s first light,
and delicately creep on small feet like socks of white.
She’d get up very close to me, to summon me from bed
If I were slow to feed her, her white paws would bat my head!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Tribute for out calico, who died from cancer at age 18 several years ago.
For the Contest of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Six Lines of Poetry, Please
Categories:
summoned, pets, cancer,
Form: Couplet
I hear a plaintive
Call: cooOOoo-woo-woo-woooo
That evokes in me
Extraordinary sadness
Yet the sun unyielding shines.
Categories:
summoned, sad
Form: Tanka
If you ask for him long enough
The devil will come
Beneath your feet
I’ll lie and I’ll reek
Think of me and remember
The consequences
Of not turning thy right cheek
On and on, in search of a home I seek
Orphan grounded beneath your feet
Ask for the devil long enough
And I will come
Foster home to foster home
Trying to match my teeth
With marks from a pre-bitten wall
Clustered and alone
Never mind my posture, I’m grown
Beneath thy ark these journalist have rewritten my fall
This day today, this day yesterday
This day tomorrow, I will await your call
If you ask for him long enough
The devil will come
My peace is death
I’ll come again
I’ll come for your sins
Summoned by everyman
I give to you,
Your every materialistic wish
For there is nothing in all that I demand
Categories:
summoned, life, music, song-day, for
Form: Lyric
My darkened dungeon beckons forth
a light has filtered, spewed
Casting shadows evermore
my thoughts have now ensued
Mingled haste has now become
engrossed with weightless hope
Tangled words on bitter tongue
still sing a soured note
Shall I linger but for more
than all the world can give?
Or shall I wish for you to love
and me, to simply live?
In darkness, still my heart remained
in rhythm and in rhyme
Longing wish and baited breath
have stood the test of time
Never more to walk diffused
eyes veiled now clearly see
My darkened dungeon is no more
your passion summoned me
Categories:
summoned, angst, hope, love,
Form: I do not know?