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In a moon landscape, aloof night sprays of light.
A child's eyes well up! Beams of luminescence cling.
Angel marvels and ponders the modern World's blight.
The wispy style of savvy trees boldly veils the evening.
Your parents may not live forever, as they will a day!
The rusted river bangs to the noise of mist plunging,
Meanwhile, re-mixing with the planet's existing vitality!
Sadness, the force of my cynicism, greets me with sorrow.
And if it hadn't been for my injuries sustained sensitivity,
Perhaps the delight I've found in myself will also grow!
Devils haunt the night's fading interior atmosphere.
My gullible mind swings in twirl froths while I bestow.
My sad, strong face wipes the nervous laughter severe.
When will the Universe's beaming embraces adjure?
Written: January 2, 2022
' How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood'
-Samuel Wordsworth ( 1785 -1842 )
FEW CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
As kid enjoyed with cousins-siblings
So many remembrances to collide.
Play-fun-games! Spent childhood caring, sharing.
Being first child, my feelings not to hide.
Till sis not born, walked holding hand of Mom.
When love of Mom was not to divide.
Stealing pickles to irritate Grand Mom
As consequence came up funny events,
though she was liberal to give at random.
Remembered those memorable moments:
Plucked fragrant flowers of sweet aroma
to offer on photos of Great Grand Parents.
So many myths narrated by Grandma!
We siblings to float in illusive mood.
As if all of us to watch cinema.
How sweet to heart are scenes of my childhood.
Loving memory tuned in interlude.
11/23/20
Third Place
'Terza-Rima' Contest by Constance La France
'All Yours (April 2)
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
How bittersweet my young days were indeed,
without a thought or care how life's begun.
My parents would give all I’d ever need.
I’d skip along the sidewalk in the sun
and played with friends that now are oh so dear
with Summertime the height of all the fun.
The Wintertime was just as great when here
with piles of snow to roll in for to play.
In time the sun would make it disappear.
It was so nice to go to school each day
with mind and heart set free to something new,
to learn to work and live another way.
This one thing of my youth alone is true.
Each year by grace of God I grew and grew.
11/22/20
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
Our journeys in Life are memorable
by sweet memories that we dearly hold
of childhood days that are adorable
those Life incidents when recalled and told
relish more - I have always wondered why
stolen guavas from neighbor's tree was gold
catch, to share with pals with no shame or shy
made me a hero who was bold and brave;
seeing a cricket ball break glass pane high
and scampering when the land lady gave
us a chase was sheer joy that made our day,
parents reprimand was taken as grave
till the next day, back again we were gay
with our old ways, time in the company
of mischief makers flew, all I can say
with no phones, telly or today's many
we were too ready to play with any.
21-Nov-2020
Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest
10 syllables per line, Poetry Soups Syllable Counter
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Dear Mr Corona
Allow me remind you how we were
Before you visited us here
I really have to let you know this!
We were happy and never this distressed
Our children sang because we were highly blest
Our hopes were devoid of your presence.
We were happy and never this defiled
Our parents’ hustles, so mild
We would sleep with smiles assured of a sweet morning.
You came upon us like Iscariot
Ready to eat us up like carrot
Sharing in our handshakes and kisses
Now see what you have caused
We run to Lord of all joy
Who has promised us all fears to destroy
Oh! See what you have caused
We visit our Lord of all faith
In holy oil, our bodies He will bathe
Just see what you started
We now run to our Lord of all grace
In whose arms, the safest embrace
You got wrong by coming to our nation
Yes, you will run in desolation
We don’t joke here
Our world shall respond with love
For our help comes from above
Leave as soon as you can
You should have thought this through
O! How our hearts and might renew
Behold, we’ll leave you no mercy
By:Androvish Berrian
Alias Poetic Philosopher
Weight is held in the balance found wanting
Heresy thought unorthodox behaviour
drops the pearls under a great price
A river of lies flows one after another devaluing family values
Filled with the impurities of sin under an idiotic phase
Resilient is the word
Where modern day modesty sinks below par into hell's furnace
We turn now and see branding irons casting lots
Truth and chastity becomes tested
in time entering through closed doors a one way ticket
Modern day virtues are on their knees lead heavy and weak of the spirit
Richeous is a way of dialogue that forces issues relating to fascists behaviour
Unholy tongues sharpened with hostility
Split scourges with venomous petition
A war against equality begins
With the bitterness craving acceptance
Where there is no moral ground draws a battlefield
under nature's existence
The right of such education stands denied to parents
whom remain without choice
Violated beneath freedom of speech
To speak openly
on concerns and welfare
in their soul's undervalued identity
A Search for Love’s Companion Terza Rhyma
If treach’rous men detain you in climes hot—
I’d battle sandstorms in the zenith noon,
Outwit the kidnapers –despoil their plot.
If you be lost at sea in dread typhoon,
Tho’ rescue ships may falter –all a ’shred--
I’d plunge shark-depths –prepared with my harpoon.
I knew my parents slept in true love’s bed--
Tho’ sought I substitutes—they’re empty shells--
(Refuse to think of lonely tears I’ve shed.)
Like Dante, I have glimpsed my share of hells,
But know that light exists in lover’s eyes--
In voice abides the intricacy of bells.
With diligence my search will carry on--
When our souls meet-- twill signify love’s dawn
V Anderson-Throop 29 July 2013 ©