a line drawn in the sand of time
plucked from the depths of my mind’s eye
curled edge of what’s real what’s not
that line that never should be crossed
plucked from the depths of my mind’s eye
things we’ll forgive but not forget
built an imaginary fence
washed away by tides yet lingers
curled edge of what’s real what’s not
distinguishing what’s right from wrong
what’s acceptable from what’s not
comes to a full and sudden stop
that line that never should be crossed
willing to turn and start anew
choosing sides for worse or better
a line drawn in the sand of time
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Form: Retourne (8 syl)
S tars o’er spiritual sanctuary
I ndulgence in inward infinity
L et us linger lush lengths of latitude
E ndorsement of envied entitlement
N omads in the night negotiating
C alibrating their carefree carapace
E ons seek their earthly enlightenment
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on March 23, 2021 for contest SAVOURING SOLITUDE IN SEVEN LINES sponsored by JCB BRUL (HMS.com : 10 syl) - RANKED 1ST
On the edge of soft twilight
Before all else greet morn's dew...
I wrap you 'round my bosom
And allow this gift of hours
To savor love-coos, just mine;
Drinking deeply your fresh songs
A pleasure newborn babe grants.
*
Constance La France's Contest
HM's and NA's October 2020 Poetry
Submitted 11/2/2020
Written 10/29/2020 Judged 11/1/2020
For 49ER Contest ~ N/A
~edited syl count via how manysyllabes
Program Sonnet
Integer, Parameter:: L=14, S=10
!L number of lines, S number of syllables per line
Character (Len=6):: Syl(L, S)
Character (Len=80):: Line (L)
Do I=1,L
Do J=1,S
Syl(I,J)=
! here is where you insert
! the poetic thought the computer
!cannot produce
Enddo
Enddo
Do I=1,L
Line(I)=Syl(I,1)
Do J=2,S
Line(I)=trim(Line(I))//trim(Syl(I,J))
Enddo
Enddo
! If you want a rhyming sonnet, start subroutine rhyme
If (line.eq.good) then
Keep
Else
Revise
Endif
Do I=1,L
Write (*,*) Line(I)
Enddo
End Program Sonnet
! October 16, 2018
! For contest all 'dim ones and zeros- A programming contest
! Sponsored by Brahn Bailey
I close my eyes and soon drift to another world,
and I find myself in a lush garden;
I hear ocean waves crashing on a shore,
a quiet voice is talking and I say, "pardon?"
Soon, I hear a lot of chatter and muttering,
and sweet music- Symphony 5, by Beethoven;
there is a great assemblage of many creatures,
the notes swirl far into the ocean.
The flowers sway and I find my dream self dancing,
and I am laughing and talking to each creature;
even each beautiful flower has a voice,
then I fall, fall- falling wrapped in nature.
And in my soft bed I am talking in my sleep,
I am creating words with syllables;
saying, "I must write a Haiku or a Quatrain."
Waking, I find myself talking in syl-la-bles !
________________________
January 14, 2017
Poetry/Quatrain/In My Sleep
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9584-42-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Dainty as a maiden embellished in deep violet,
She flutters through grassland, emitting a tangy perfume
And her bodice, luscious, drifts on an organza garment
That reflects queenly admiration from a sunlight blessed:
How butterflies wheel around this goddess’s appointed space
Cruising, parading to endow their dear noblest regard,
Till she blushes in a dance to a crowd gasping aloud
To applaud her womanly entrance, her spring's majesty!
Personification Of A Plant Contest by Kim Rodrigues
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*A purple iris symbolizes wisdom and compliments
* words ' goddess's' and 'luscious' have 2 syl count
via howmanysyllables.com 9/20/2017
Midnight in droplet puddles
murky cobble stone
after a crisp whiz of rain,
men sound left alone.
Portal kept silence
into a magical dew
of faint world's absence.
9/14/2017
Contest: 'SEGUIDILLA' Contest
Sponsored By: nette onclaud
1. Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.
Verify syl count www.howmanysyllables.com
In french Québec, they put the em-PHASIS on the wrong syl-LABLE
At least they make an effort, it's better than the French to speak I'm able
I heartily applaud them
Left in '76 that was when
There was a mini revolution and things became unstable
As mauve of autumn waves her velvet cloak
Each treetop, each leaf upturns a glazed hue:
That between dusk and morn, the winds evoke
A heartbeat tempo of evening’s debut--
Oblivious to chills with beams on oak
Parading their grandeur , regal in view,
Then once again through October – brushed sky
Where Northern lights mindlessly fail to die !
Broken Wings’ Form O- Only One Contest
Theme: Oblivious ( 4-syl count) 5/10/2017
Kindness at home breeds love
Keeping family warm…
Kids, parents join hearts to
Knit times with gaiety;
Knowing sweet acts open
Keys of faith…and household
Kneels in worship as one.
Contest: Pleiades K 3/11/2017
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Verified by syllablecount.com: 'gaiety'
considered as 3-syl word
I close my eyes and soon drift to another world,
and I find myself in a lush garden;
I hear ocean waves crashing on a shore,
a quiet voice is talking and I say, "pardon?"
Soon, I hear a lot of chatter and muttering,
and sweet music- Symphony 5, by Beethoven;
there is a great assemblage of many creatures,
the notes swirl far into the ocean.
The flowers sway and I find my dream self dancing,
and I am laughing and talking to each creature;
even each beautiful flower has a voice,
then I fall, fall- falling wrapped in nature.
And in my soft bed I am talking in my sleep,
I am creating words with syllables;
saying, "I must write a Haiku or a Quatrain."
Waking, I find myself talking in syl-la-bles !
________________________
January 14, 2017
Poetry/Quatrain x4/"In My Sleep"
Copyright Protected, ID 17-865-964-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
In that stillness of a meadow
Quite uncanny yet deep,
When birds were mute and every tree
Gasped feebly… all asleep,
Throughout one hazy evening mist
Along my grief’s replay;
The tempo of the air echoed
From crackled weeds that day.
For in the hush so absolute
Which murmured soft…unclear
I heard a drawl of fog wafting
Only my soul could hear :
A rustle through the pewter leaves
A quiver on the knoll…
Eyes paused for just ahead of me ,
This vision seemed to stroll.
O form of my late love emerged
Consoling time’s ordeal ;
He was the very spirit of
That gentle meadow feel.
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Five Rhyming Stanzas - 5 only
Broken Wing’s Contest 8.26.2016
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Rhyme scheme: XaXa, 8/6/8/6 syl count
Checked through www.how manysyllables.com
While pensive is silver moon
calm and tender is the night
I immerse in memories
with tears in my eyes.
June 23, 2016.
PART 2, FULLY BOOKED - Poetry Contest
Title of the novel : Tender Is The Night
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
dodoitsu: 7, 7, 7,5 syl count: 4 lines
In sentient shades of silence
The heart endures from tyrants
Love lives lachrymosely long
My heart shows its prong.
June.22.2016
PART 2, FULLY BOOKED - Poetry Contest
By nette onclaud
~compose ONE dodoitsu: 7, 7, 7,5 syl count: 4 lines
*The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter ( Carson Mc Culler)
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay,
Peonies, roses, and lilies delight
With hints of peach, of gold in fine array!
Their rich fragrance wafts on a summer day
Adorning the lane with dewed petals bright;
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay.
How these florets dance beneath morning’s ray
Like embroidered sheaths that waltz through the night,
With tints of peach, of gold in fine array!
I cuddle each one gently while bird-songs play
Of starlit tunes on a heavenly flight,
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay.
O peonies, lilies, roses so gay
This heart chooses you in a most blest rite;
With tints of peach, of gold in fine array!
Such joy you give, now my wedding bouquet
Through one lustrous moment, vows I recite
As clusters of blooms rustle to sashay;
With tints of peach, of gold in fine array!
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6/20/2016
Broken Wings' Villanelle Me a Flower or Flowers
Syl count checked at howmanysyllables.com
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