I laid my back on the soft sofa bed
To draw myself out from stress and sadness
But inklings with regrets whirled in my head.
Was dreaming to become a deaconess
For a full-time worker in God’s service
What if I’d pursued, workloads bring lightness?
Less kids at Sunday schools, I’m more at ease
No lesson plans… just teach bible verses
Play the hymns on church organs without cease.
What if I’d become one of the nurses
Taking care of patient and not grader
Lots of patience, but no hugs and kisses?
What if I would be a teacher forever
Rejuvenation comes once in a while
To play with kids as friend, sis and mother?
As my thoughts swirled, I gave myself a smile
I laid my back on the soft sofa bed
Rejuvenation comes once in a while
But inklings with regrets whirled in my head.
May 20, 2023 8.03am
10 syll/line
Categories:
syll, dream,
Form: Terzanelle
In the garden bed falls moondust.
Rose lust - tall and fluorescent.
Lullaby scent, rapt and florid.
Deep scent - torrid, quiescent.
10/4/2022
Bitesize Poem
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
With thanks to Jeff Kyser for introducing us to this form:
Séadna Mòr
https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/seadna-mor/
8 (2 syll end word) x x x x x x (x a)
7 (3 syll end word) x a x x (x x b)
8 (2 syll end word) x x x b x x (x c)
7 (3 syll end word) x b x c (x x b)
Categories:
syll, flower, imagery,
Form: Other
One hundred years of solitude
As solitude of rich sunset
embraces my intense pain
and takes me onto glory,
Freedom comes as prized beget,
intoxicates into gain
self searches turn Ivory,
logic consumes my deep anguish!
Written June 10th, 2016
Rhyme - abcabcd- syll- 8/7/7/8/7/7/8
For "Titles of novels" poetry contest
Sponsor- nette onclaud
Novel chosen- One hundred years of solitude
Categories:
syll, beauty, solitude,
Form: Rhyme
I
Speak
To
You
I
Am
An-
Gry
At
You
Could
We
Talk
La-
Ter
Be-
Cause
You
Hurt
Me
With
Words
I
Cuss
And
I
Am
So...
so...
So-
Rry...
I
Am
Ig-
Nor-
Ant
and
Sel-
fish
I
Love
You,
Dad...
I
Love
You,
Mom...
But
I
Am
One
With
Me.
I
Feel
Ha-
Ppy...
No
Lo-
Nger
Su-
i-
ci-
dal
or
Sad
As
I
Was
Be-
fore
You
Are
My
Par-
ents
And
I
Should
Have
Ho-
Nored
You
Be-
tter
Than
This...
I
Am
The
Mo-
Nster
I
Am
Un-
Loved
But,
I
Am
Be-
lo-
ved...
which
means
Day_
Vid_
Will_
I-
Am_
One
Syll-
A-
Ble
Seems
Too
Li-
ttle
for
I...
See...
The...
Light...
So...
Bright...
so......
Me-smer-i-zing....
I a-pol-o-gize...
For be-ing rude...
My a-tti-tude...
Stunk like dung...
Some-thing went wrong...
I
Am
One
With
Me.
I
Am
One
With
All.
But. I. Must. Stand. Tall.
Hard-ships...
Harm me or help me...
GET A GRIP...
Day_vid_....
You will ne-ver see...
The real me...
Be-cause the real me...
Is far from my reach
I be-seech
A
Be-
Tter
ME.
Categories:
syll, anger, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
9:11 PM on 9/11
(1st line: 9 syllables
2nd line: 11 syll.'s
1st line: 9 syllables
2nd line: 11 syll.'s
etc.)
I give honor to those heroic
Individuals who have sacrificed their lives
Thanks, everyone, who viewed this day with
Reverence, consideration and meekness
For all who passed away on this day –
I’m sorry to hear of the destruction you
Saw with terror and grief…soon, there will
Be peace on Earth…Rest in Peace and rise in Mirth
Ev’ry year, when this day comes, sorrow
Sweeps over me…at nine eleven PM
Chaos will keep on brewing…grab the
Rope of hope…We need the Divine Savior soon…
For all who are grieving on this day,
I’d like to hand you a handkerchief…don’t weep!
Take heart, you cold-blooded Terrorists
Who p-planned on taking down the Twin Towers
Rest in peace…when you all awaken,
Be in High Spirits, you splendid sunrises
Written by me ~
This poem is dedicated wholeheartedly to the 9/11 event ~
Categories:
syll, death, deep, encouraging, grief,
Form: Free verse
This verse has syllables: 4, 5, 1
(Pattern of syll.’s: 4, 5, 1, 4, 5, 1, etc.)
Firemen burning
Books without a care
Hmm…
Four fifty one
Degrees burn its proof! –
Naught!
The books, priceless
With knowledge and words
Typed,
But left unread,
In a creative…
Way
Guy Montag is
A unique fireman…
He
Worked for ten years –
WATCHED
The pages scorch
Aflame with pleasure –
He’s
Bad to the bone…
But, he will be a
Grand
Hero soon…Hence,
He meets a weird girl
Who
Teaches him lessons
She’s age seven-
Teen
What is her name?
Oh! It is Clarisse!
She…
Influenced him
To reflect upon
Life
Guy Montag sees
His role differently
Hmm…
He sees his life
In another light –
Good!
He played with fire
He explores the world –
Burned!
Categories:
syll, beauty, change, confusion, freedom,
Form: I do not know?
edgy ink*lings
starlight *singers
un-*ring the moon
herald of *dark
disem*bark coal
breed *sparks gem stones...
cover our *wounds
with sleep *sound's tick
mon*soon midnights
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Than-Bauk a Twilight
*indicates the word or syllable
of the word which rhymes
[4th syll.,3th syll.,2nd syll.]
Categories:
syll, nature,
Form: Than-Bauk
ALBERT EINTEIN
The great soul who changed
The way we looked at ‘Nature’
With strange, mind-boggling concepts.
Space, time and even science
Never looked the same, after him.
Earth-shaking results followed.
He was not a mere maverick, but a maverick of mavericks
S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 23rd Feb 12
For: Cyndi MacMillan’s Mavericks contest.
Ps: Written in Sedoka form(5-7-7-5-7-7 syll). Increased syllables in the 4th line to 7 and 5th line to 8. One more line with 17 syllables added at the end.
Categories:
syll, science,
Form: Sedoka
The brooding lips of night, her frown
when puffs of smoke dot blue sky's crown,
stars bleed in ink as all blooms yield
for the temptress of darkened field.
Then howling breeze dressed in gray shawl,
droops longingly to trace slow crawl
a twilight tear from clouds is peeled
for the temptress of darkened field.
Dark goddess of time, shade of pale
weariness bears like lost bird's wail,
How chilled can silence grit eve's shield
for the temptress of darkened field.
The fond eyes of dawn, her close view
shows night’s long shroud and crypt of blue,
She snuffs each star, yet love’s revealed
by the angel of brightened field.
So harsh the role to kill with light,
Shame shades her blush, first soft and slight,
‘Til full mercy shines, then all’s healed
by the angel of brightened field.
Day’s duty is to moonlight reap,
Yet morning glows, can never sleep,
Cascading dreams are kissed and sealed
by the angel of brightened field.
(c) rhyme
8 syll count
Brenda Chiri's Contest: 'Your Very Best Rhyme Of All Time'
~ A Collab Poem
Categories:
syll, angel, time,
Form: Rhyme
ababbccdcd 8or10 syll.
Autumnal Coolness
Poetry and life come close to relief
Cool delicate breeze wisp away my cares
Autumn processes dormancy upon leafs
Crisp crackles under foot reminds me, pears!
Juicy sweet tart pears enough to share
Wind in the fair willow billows and shakes
Leaves fall like raindrops pick up the stiff rakes
Tomorrow we sweat wonder where's the cool
Today is mild and pleasant grey on lake
Tomorrow maybe rough like firstclass fool
Contest: Dizain
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Categories:
syll, adventure, on writing and
Form: Dizain