Bouncy Brock blew bigger bubbles than his friends,
Friends whose bubbles were small, soapy bursts of suds
Brock’s bubbles were so huge they’d certainly cleanse
While his friends looked on, Brock trailed through the redbuds,
Blowing such froth, sharing his marvelous gifts
Brock’s bubbles were always stunning, never duds
Brock’s bubbles climbed much higher as the wind shifts
Followed by trails of foam where his bubbles roam
Bubbles wandered through meadows and over cliffs
Bouncy Brock kept blowing, when gone or at home
Leading friends down a path, blowing and blowing
So everyone he met knew, though not noisome…
Brock spent his time puffing so he was glowing,
Realizing his bubbles were mind-blowing!
Line of inquiry:
“We have been here a thousand times before
Memory erased, each time we begin anew
Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score
Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew
To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling
For each heart was at some point of time dear
As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing
In all forms we see God’s presence appear”
Terza Rima Sonnet
In dewy kisses, sun bursts through startled limbs,
washing dawn bold, breathing grace against tear’s flow
gentle trembling through romantic pseudonyms.
blessings linger on the hint of God’s still glow,
lighting the way through drenching rains, darkest storms,
silent as night, dusk’s mild shadow, soft and slow.
embrace of warm prayers, faded dream performs,
melodies rich as the healing He bestows,
comforts the hurting, bringing hope that transforms.
songs of wonder brought by the Son who arose,
visions, joy reflecting the soul’s eternal,
love so amazing, sings wherever He goes!
His light shines, ‘tis more than merely external.
It burns away the fear of hell’s infernal.
(Terza Rima Sonnet)
Elated illusions laugh at my reason
Creations of my mind erase dark shadows
I care I search for the joy in each season
Beauties this awesome only God can compose
His light glistens in the stars, the sun, the moon
Who floods our souls with dreams we never oppose
Life, at times, seems more like a funny cartoon
Than moments we’ve spent bringing our love to life
Time’s more crucial than a lazy afternoon
Even though we acknowledge a bit of strife
Our prayers are answered by stirrings of grace
Inspirations some don’t find until midlife
Rustling winds with dancing leaves I often face
Just when I feel like this life I can’t embrace
Looking like first flakes of new fallen snow
After the mowing, white clover is blooming
And the honeybees are beginning to show.
Spring squirrels emerge to begin grooming
Grasses to soften their sapling nests,
Business in nature's backyard is booming.
Blue jays are unfurling their stately crests,
While foraging for tasty newly-fallen seed
Competition for ranging groundhog pests.
Edge of forestland critters deftly feed
Earlier in the first light of the dawn
Carefully, watchfully fulfilling their need.
Last comes the larger doe with new fawn
Moving stealthily onto my new-mown lawn.
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Are our spirits that of the great Thunderbird
sowing their seeds within the powerful storm
are we just feathers afloat like useless words
slowly they float down landing within the form.
See the steamy breath rise from the buffalo
the majestic beast with his coat is quite warm.
Are you grasped by a mournful wolves howling woe
such lonely sadness during the bright full moon
or the growl of a grizzly rumbling off slow.
Did you hear screaming rain forests die last June
dropped by the millions and now gone forever.
most human's slept soundly the night they were hewn.
Mother Nature's anger is now our weather;
will we see forty below next September?
3/10/2021
While Mother Earth Gently Moans Poetry Content
Sponsor: D.W. Rodgers
Boots of black on an oak stump, wet by the rains
a forgotten remembrance left long ago
woodpeckers tapping on a birch by the lanes.
moss-covered granite whispers of sun and snow
deer spooked, disappear into the fern and pine
partridge drum in harmony first fast then slow
a small woodland fairy dances so divine
the pathways are covered in rusty wet leaves
the gentle winds now calm along the coastline
hearing calls of far away geese I believe
echo throughout the distant valley's and hills
peaceful surrender unto spring I so grieve.
walking through the town by the old paper mills
the old ways just memories while time stands still.
glory of morning sun on forest of trees,
the twitter of birds from many nests unseen,
what devilish mind, cruel hands would fell these?
clear stream lilting through, reflect moon’s silver sheen,
caressing pebbled shores, nurturing the seeds,
what evil creature pollutes with waste unclean?
many orchards of fruits and grains for our needs,
a host of colours with flowers, humming bees,
what heartless soul would drop a bomb to cause bleeds?
in azure blue skies fly a flock of white geese,
over snow clad tops of Himalayan peaks,
what greedy species would shoot and kill with ease?
mother nature groans as she weeps, shakes and creaks,
can we stop, listen? to her children she speaks!
written 7/ March/2021
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Terza Rima Sonnet
aba,bcb,cdc,ded, ee rhyme sequence
11 syllable each line
The valley is hushed before daybreak,
until the animals awake.
Fawns snuggle for warmth against their mothers
beneath leaves of aspen trees,
dappled in dawn's pale light.
In thicket and forest, dense with vines and shrubs,
there is a lake with cascading waterfall
where Mama Bear fishes for her hungry cubs.
The sun has reached its zenith as a fireball.
Flora are blooming; fauna sleep in the shade
of clouds that will soon bring an afternoon squall.
Crawlers on forest floor, scurry in parade,
as squirrels nibble acorns to their heart's content.
It's a normal day in this timberland glade.
As dusk hurries daylight to make its descent,
weeping willows shed tears of wistful lament.
amber horizon
sun submerges in the sea ~
wolves howl in the night
September 6, 2020
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~Hope For A Brand-New Day~
(Terza Rima Sonnet)
Hope for a very brand new day tomorrow
And dont give in to all your hurt, you'll be fine
Just believe that one day things for you will glow
Pay attention way you live,walk straight the line
Your heart, mine, has already been hurt so much
But joys wait and with others you can share fine
My eyes and yours shed so many tears and such
When it comes to love be always nice and kind
Show with heart that you care just reach and touch
Don't let bad day put a frown,leave bad behind
Remember that most things dont happen in vain
They say that if you keep just looking you'll find
So don't stay long under bad weather and rain
Smile! enjoy sunshine when you see it again.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December,30,2014
A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly lands
Upon Purple Wild Petunia's blossom
Sipped a drink of nectar, flew; life unplanned
Soon the sunny morn turns into eve; clouds come
Thunder and lightning off in distance sound
Cool air floats, peace overtakes, all succumb
Morning brings solid clouds, will these confound
Like the cloud that filled the Holy Temple
All that Holy area did surround
A cloud that lead Israel's children gentle
All the way from Egypt to Canaan land
His appearing will be transcendental
A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly leaves
His soon coming to this my spirit cleaves
Finis'...
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Contest: Terza Rima Sonnet Contest
Transcendental means here not in accordance with nature
"Sway to the rhythm of summer snow fields. . ."
(From Tim Ryerson’s Cotton Pickin’ Paradise)
We came upon a cotton field one day
near twilight when the sun was sinking low,
then stopped the car, deciding we would stay.
We reveled in that field of summer snow
and how sun’s radiance upon it shone.
No cares had we, no other place to go!
Parked off the road, we listened to the drone
of gloaming’s insect symphony. You said
the night, like us, was young, and ours alone!
You touched my face as sky lit up with red.
We kissed as darkness fell. Full was the moon
and soft the grass that was our loving bed!
For brilliant Alabama dusks I pine
and nights of moon glow - knowing you were mine.
For the Terza Rima Sonnet Contest of Craig Cornish
a kyrielle sonnet
Voices are low, and the pages unfold
Dusty worn jackets, on paper-back shores
Classics of old, or a best-seller's gold
Renaissance store, with a bent spinal core
Latitude shelves, heavy with multitudes
Autographed copies, fiction and lore
Chapters reread, opened with gratitude
Mouldy with knowledge, slumbering fiction
Sung once again, birthing new attitudes
Language and diction, viewed with conviction
I find new adventure, swimming through waves
Love's old persuation, claims my addiction
A place to spend time and stroll down a maze
find some conclusion, and leave in a daze
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Terza Rima Sonnet #4 Philosophical
Carrie Richards
When love becomes a masochistic moth
That yearns to feel the heat of passion's flame,
It chews a hole through sheets of ardour's cloth.
Its wings ignite, too close to blazing shame;
They glow at first with fervour as they feign
A beauty that becomes a painful game.
The tears can't quell the heat or halt the pain.
They fall to feed the weeds of sprouting dread
And drench the heart with beads of acid rain.
But rest assured that time will smooth and spread
The memories into the shrouded past
And stitch the lesions with a healing thread.
The day will come when joy will blink awake
To leach the sorrow from that phantom ache.
For Craig's "Terza Rima Sonnet" contest
I have fallen in deep with pride tonight
My good intention used against me
I’m beguiled by ego’s pompous might
Dismissed was true grace; now I see
When clouded judgment led me onto
The reefs below and turbulent sea
‘Take a moment... maybe turn and run!
From false pride, you must disengage
Heed your conscience or come undone
Hear my words, do not become enraged
Endless is haunting of conscience, near dead
In this I implore you, with me, engage!'
What you choose this night determines tomorrow..
Turn about my friend; turn away from sorrow'.
~*~
7/18/13
For Craig's "Terza Rima Sonnet Contest"
(My first attempt at this and I'm afraid it's far from perfect)
Thanks to the friends who gave me much needed help...still revising.
Knock wolf, I want you to lend me an ear.
I know, you are right there watching my side.
My temper you want, but it, I won’t tear.
Unlike you, I have learnt more than a slide.
All of which are not meant to ambush you,
But to strengthen me swims against the tide.
I am real, and I live on what is true.
The why, I can’t call black, purple or white.
And don't stand, thinking I haven’t a clue.
I am among souls begot by the Light.
Soul, when climb and fall, would double and rise.
Soul, that in the dark, would summon and bright.
Have you any hands with this soul, the bricks,
To build a wall, void of falsehoods and tricks.
For: Craig Cornish's Terza Rima Sonnet Contest
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