Written: May 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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I’m neither harmonious nor a hidden hymn
Who said I'm wedded to whimsy, lilac looks?
to all those who gifted me
countless worries through the years.
Simply silhouettes in my rear—view mirror.
I sail past rhyming reefs,
of my quest faintly reflecting
Why should I let them define me anymore?
I make mistakes; so what?
my heart is full of love and ambrosian words—
it shines with rhapsody.
my hands can heal amidst the severest pain.
my mind envision cures
for sparkling vanilla—algae tears.
Tidal teals whisper tales that truly transform.
Despite doubts in glittering, grape-colored gales,
I'll face them as the north star kisses the sea.
I will rise and face them head on,
while history hisses at my heels.
I'll sustain my anxieties for what they are — illusions
with a clairvoyant cape and rivulets unraveled
what matters is now
what matters is my striving
what matters is the rise
toward rebellious rainbows
and what I require,
as a necklace of seashells
worn and stained with sepia
Categories:
teals, analogy, character,
Form: Ode
Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal great
Aussie values.' Cue labour liberals greens and the teals!
Go and study the 1980s.' Though there were still fools
In charge.' The people were more involved in actions
By and large.' Put away navel gazing. And disengage.'
From the quackery and e u foolery.' And useless tirades'
In all states and territory, can you just say g'day? Embrace
Your true heros.' Listen to what they say.' I think of Hobart
And Patterson, Bosi' Latter and Hoody.' Culleton and
Rennik and Antic; another goody.' Smit; and krystal, iyah, Claire Woodly too.' stand
With them Australia." And get back to ( true blue!)
Categories:
teals, change, character, courage,
Form: Rhyme
If I numb my feels,
It won’t bring me chills for real
My eyes are of teals
Sensitivity —
It’s kills and breaks me sorely
Tremendously so
Don’t break me or else…
I’ll tear apart at the seams
Intrusive thoughts bleed…
Kindling kindness galore
I don’t feel unmerciful anymore
Trust in me confidently
Believe in me, reflect on me
Categories:
teals, feelings,
Form: Free verse
reacclimating after the climatic gavel falls
after sunrise and sunset and flamingoes
after wood, Rembrandts and aluminum
after prodigy, prodigal and guitar strings
and chatter. after all what matters
is chroma-splash, illumination and surrender
a soundless cacophony of instruments
and muses deliciously dancing
dripping from a litany of brushes
Y O R
e r e
l a d
l n s
o g
w e
sea blues, teals, whales
swoosh…swoosh
the presence of fame
God is a fave…
time’s talent from only one of his fingers
i figure, in heaven’s palette -
won’t we forever be astonished
7/10/2022
Brian Strand’s Premiere Contest
Categories:
teals, art,
Form: Free verse
Hyacinths in a trance, bewitched by hysteria,
Amid the shadows of a mythological eclipse.
Elixir of roseate red oozing out loose progeria,
In islands where the sea weeps azure breaks.
Amid the shadows of a mythological eclipse,
Daunting me subtly with its crimson smell.
In islands where the sea weeps azure breaks,
From golden dust to smooth bristly as well.
Daunting me subtly with its crimson smell,
The fading breaths of sinister falsehood.
From golden dust to smooth bristly as well,
On black graveyards to azure seas, we stood.
The fading breaths of sinister falsehood,
In the sunken bronze halls of antique disease.
On black graveyards to azure seas, we stood,
Teals are being tormented by nightly noise.
In the sunken bronze halls of antique disease,
Elixir of roseate red oozing out loose progeria.
Teals are being tormented by nightly noise,
Hyacinths in a trance, bewitched by hysteria.
Written: May 22, 2022
Categories:
teals, analogy, appreciation, beauty, bereavement,
Form: Pantoum
slice of sun unchains
cascading blue waterfall
teals glide in deep lake
March 2, 2022
For H Forms - Traditional Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Syllables (5-7-5) checked by HMS.com
Categories:
teals, spring, sun,
Form: Haiku
"outer space
wild blue yonder the dress she wore
Awesome
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a
Blue dress
A smoken bronze woman
One of God’s daughters
Blessed
Worn a blue dress
Her dress was royal
Colors blue green blue violet cornflower aquamarine
So beautiful she flows the dress comes down to her toes
And as she twirls Prussian blue cadet blue Cerulean teals navy hues
So sky blue ultra blue tones as it wraps it drapes her body’s bones
Blizzard blue pacific blue robin's egg blue denim blue bell true’s
Colors and covers her from her neck over her chest to her the tops of her shoes
She a angel God daughter dress in a ….
Dress of Blue
Sweet beauty herself was royal she dazzled me
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a such a beautiful
Blue dress"
12/28/19
Blue Dress Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Categories:
teals, analogy, appreciation, beauty, clothes,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Amber is my color
It's a color of ember
Remember December…
How cold it was - I remember
It is now November…
No longer October…
Amber is my color
It's a color of ember
My mind is such a blur
I can hardly remember
The times we spent last November
Yellows and oranges are falling from the sky
Reds and blues are seen too, I cannot deny
Greens and purples are almost gone out of sight
Tans and pinks are twinkling like stars tonight
Grays and browns are also roaming away for quite a little while
Turquoises and lilacs float away like a feather for a marvelous mile
Violets and teals are fluttering away like a butterfly out of a captivity-bound cage
Emeralds and roses collide with each other and they are never, ever on the same page
However, amber is my color…
It's the color of burning ember
Categories:
teals, blue, color, green, october,
Form: Lyric
Mediums of Winter parse
translucent runes on the tines
of sloping firs basking like mallards
in March's brusk sunshine.
Arctic oracles echo on the lake's hard sapphire
with pearl crests punctuating
Spring's arrival while cat tails exclaim
nascent umber banks. As teals float
in a tarot of amulets tanagers preen,
imbuing remnant frost with scarlet omens.
Categories:
teals, nature, spring, winter,
Form: Free verse
COLOR FORMS
The movers and shakers of art delight.
In the shadowbox-brain they regain sight.
Dear Dorothy clicks her sarcoline heels.
Her striped boat sailing on sea-hued teals.
Zenith dawn blazes in coquelicot hue.
The artist’s tipsy trees blushed pink and blue.
Majestic Oz - smaragdine-jeweled city.
Ponies prance romantic colors - witty.
Brush brush brush then fill the scarecrow with straw.
His prideful chest overloaded and raw.
The movers and shakers of art transform
Fairy tales into surreal color forms.
10/12/2018
Anthony Slausen’s The Paint Movers Contest
sarcoline - flesh colored
coquelicot - (kohk-li-coh) - red like wild poppy
smaragdine (sma-rag-din) - emerald
Categories:
teals, art,
Form: Rhyme
I float in an aquamarine idyll;
a bird soaring in shallows
while hearing translucent echoes,
hovering pastel ripples
reminiscent of cobalt depths
carried on shy currents
to an alabaster beach.
Sun's shimmer tiptoes
on serpentine waves,
pirouettes like star bursts
among the soupcon
of fuchsias and teals
that tease the surface
like a coy lover.
Categories:
teals, beach, color, imagery, sea,
Form: Ekphrasis
With the river finally free
the birders in their migration
collect along the shore
lost loves and memories
as not a duck is to be seen
not knowing better it would seem
that spring is missing something
MISSING:
Hooded Mergansers
Common mergansers
Red-Breasted Mergansers
Buffleheads
Common Goldeneyes
Barrow's Goldeneyes
Ringneck Ducks
Blue Winged Teals
Northern Shovelers
American Black Ducks
Wood Ducks
Pied Billed Grebes...
Please call if seen
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Categories:
teals, bird, loss, sad, spring,
Form: Free verse
Elaborate me through your fields
Thorny planks of melting teals
Grey as a thunder under blue
Dry me upon the full moons
Quench me at the brink fulls
Then cast me down again
Crawly I move reaching you
Throughly I hinder your muse
Reinvoke your coats under pink
Recall every gesture of my drink
And I drink again
Every step I take alone
I witness your tear
At every prone I fade
At every whim I struggle to retake
Pitting me by whole at the stake
And I recall my every whim
By glows and sparks when I deem
A reform of a new position feather fall
Every crunch of bittersweet bugly hole
Every fiend by their maze they growl
Stealing stones by their bridge from every troll
I reinvoke your gust under my cloud
Beds of justice as spikey as a spark
Tens of justice as a tinder stark
Pens of clumsiness
Darey dears of a mandate
Neary flows a drop so sweet
Feary tons of tonal just
Dreary dear at my side
So the pink fumes a new side
I flow to form at the opposite fight
I glow to source to recompensing light
To reuse by your drops
With the infinite crops
Categories:
teals, adventure, creation, death, destiny,
Form: Free verse
A-ffair in fifteenth September is held beginning at dawn;
L-ife's loneliness once felt is now really over and gone.
M-oments in fifteenth September
A-re truly rapture-filled;
N-ew dawn lights the meadow
A-s well as the nearby greenfield.
L-eaves in fifteenth September
A-re swaying in pure delight;
N-ice dance across the floor
S-teals the chill of the night.
A-nother great eventful day gets more and more brighter;
N-ever ignore to enjoy the affair in fifteenth September.
Categories:
teals, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Oh midnight of spring; a lustrous parade,
In azure twirls enticing moonglow's array
The bolder blues, the lighter teals that spark;
While violets hum their notes of rhapsody.
Dusk arrives with turquoise rays soon to vanish
Mirroring quietude which gently floats;
Till cerulean clouds lays on the fold of eve's dress
After stardust pours its beads, cobalt its hue .
How this moment is lost in the nip of dawn
When indigo fire fades gently, the sun will rise
As the hours end quickly, I dare not forget,
One midnight calm of blue...never the same as this one.!
Janis Thompson's Contet:
The Color Blue - Revised, Old poems Too
Entered 1/27/2017 /A re-post
Categories:
teals, blue, eve,
Form: Free verse
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