Hey Valentine, where are you?
Are you hiding amid the peaks of a mountain
or in the depths of an ocean?
Are you in the sweltering heat of summer
Or in the torrential flood of the monsoon?
You are lost between winter’s chill
and the verdure of spring.
You make me shiver and sweat in turn.
You are at once the soft touch of a feather
and the sting of a speeding arrow!
Love is now stagnant without flow
like the duck weed that float
over the greasy surface of still waters.
You are crushed between the petals
of a rose and its thorns.
You are thrown hither and tither,
by fevered minds.
Oh, where are you?
You hide between darkness and dawn,
at the intersection of dreams and nightmares
where love and heartache copulate.
Where are you, Valentine?
Better you be in your hide out.
I don’t want to see your bloody face,
a n y m o r e…..
Categories:
tither, hilarious, love, valentines day,
Form: Free verse
I have mirrored the whole of my life
On this mercurial surface
I have painted myself on this glossy canvas
My pen has bled words in red
You can look straight into me
As you see my reflection on a mirror
I have sketched me as I am
Honest and truthful,
Sans distortion or contortion
I don’t want to be a sham
Here have I laid bare my life
Fraught with aches, dotted with smiles
My longings and my heart aches
My expectations, my disappointments
My triumphs, my defeats
My search through every nook n’ cranny for success
My plunge into the nadir of despair on defeat
My moments of escalating joy
My dark hours of crippling distress
Everything I wanted to be
Everything I failed to be
Please have a peek into my porous heart
Assess this candid chronicle of my life
And tell me if my soul is black or white
Sometimes I feel I am a life boat without oars
Floating aimless hither and tither
But I see light houses of joy in between
To pilot my way over shoals and breakers!
May. 5.2022
Placed Third
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
tither, emotions, life, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Joy Unspeakable
Culminate since birth, sprung opened trials,
hither, somewhat tither, consequence waits,
opportune knock as an opened door smiles,
means of one's worth misery, rapture rates.
Character, their drawn portion brings about,
steadfastness accrued, witnessed by others,
contentment approves summation per clout,
worries cringe test, gladness is my druthers.
Cheerfulness wholehearted, sure of oneself,
planned groundwork correspond accurately,
prevailing arrangement fills some bookshelf,
groundbreaking moments burst rapturously.
Enchanting anecdotes, proving their ground,
recurrence linked praising is the best sound.
2021 February 25
*3rd Place*
CONTEST: Joy continuum
JUDGED: 2021 February 26
'NA Poem From a February 2021 Judged Contest -'
~~Constance La France
Categories:
tither, joy,
Form: Sonnet
Hail, the vale aches from retraced tattered feet going hither and tither the rambunctious brood, as dawn's golden sleigh race into a sanguine morn, of languishing warmth to sheath from the fleecing errant breeze, of yonder mountaintop, amidst a blanketed respite snow made heavy from the weight of the gods, who sit eyeing the mere mortals workloads that wanes into clear desks and cold seats. Traffic slows in the late afternoon and speeds when loosened while the dusk undresses the night, whose yawns of wearisomeness is inhibited by their backsides while bustling and hustling end, lain ontop of unkept beds.
2020 January 14
Categories:
tither, character,
Form: Narrative
Firstly, I killed a man,
Hatred mated with pride,
Guts as conception leapt off the span,
then will nurtured the twain.
Hatred mated with pride,
Made me await the media,
then will nurtured the twain,
And the cops came thither.
What made me await the media
Pruned the courage in me,
And the cops came tither,
While I admitted what I did.
The courage pruned in me
Made the cops disbelieve me.
While I admitted what I did,
They said I to merry lost my wit.
What made the cops disbelieve me,
Would be responsible for more evils.
They said I to merry lost my wit.
That's enough to keep me guiltless of more evils.
Date: 03/10/2019
Contest Name: Poets' October Pantoum
Sponsor : William Kekaula
Categories:
tither, evil, humanity,
Form: Pantoum
I heard the squelch of death again,
It had reached the gate of Heaven,
Conceived that pain, war midst the Host,
Of Angels, a Crown, Holy Ghost,
Shred into a scaled blazing red,
Merely produce the dying dead,
As they cannot hold their mouths closed,
Doom to grief, forever exposed,
Let them come hither, tither, ne'er,
The Heavenly host, I don't care,
He gave me this realm, my, own place,
He has Heaven, Hell be my base,
So let them squelch, sounds of beauty,
Squelching heard He knows my duty,
Still, I'm at my guard, Hell is mine,
For dying still comes, stands in line.
(***Sight still under construction)
2019 September 12
howmanysyllables
16 lines x 8 syllables = a perfect 128
Categories:
tither, analogy, death, fear, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
When does Chloris Arrive
The marigolds were a twitter
The tea roses were entranced
The faerie princess doing cartwheels
The lambs ears were brushing sweetly against each other
The brownies rapidly helping the ladybugs get onto their mushrooms
Chloris was to arrive in the afternoon
The sun was ready, waving hello.
The garden radishes were inspiring their carrot friends to grow
Everyone was in a tither, a dithering tizzy.
Yard had not been this excited since the dandelions popped up
The first day of Spring
The Goddess was coming!
There was exuberant joy, as the grasses
and gardens and flowers began their happiness dance.
She has not been seen in Elysian Fields for a whole year!
Categories:
tither, spring,
Form: Imagism
Ominous Skies.
Dark clouds gather
In an ominous foreboding grey Sky
White feathered gulls
Break the tension against the inclement bleakness
Blown hither and tither
On spread open wings
As the wiry trees bend and quiver
At the mercy of the bellowing gusts
Leaves shake
And tendril twigs break
Strewen to the ground
As crystal goblets flop
Upon the landscape awash
On yonder green field vegetation
And red-tiled rooftop
Boisterous rebellious wind unforgiving
Batters and shatters
Relentless power
To destroy and devour
An otherwise bright
promising day
The Bashful sun
Hides away
Behind cushions of clouds
for the day.
Peter Dome. Copyright2019.
Categories:
tither, weather, wind,
Form: Free verse
Stance like the rock,graced
with rigidity and pride,
Indifferent Moist: Faith.
Faith is a substance of Proof,
Actions hidden by hearts rule.
Innate fluid flowing in the vein,
Traversing the heart,fueling the rein.
Health of dying hope.
Faith is that strong stampede rope,
Attracting with force,unseen promises.
Inversing worry,deleting Vices.
The joy in mocking rages of waves,
Halting deceit,rekindling fire of grace.
For so long had it been talked off:
All soul were once or twice lost.
In the switch of time came faith to explore,
That he should have to himself many stores.
Hearts tiptoe-ing,to see what future holds!
Say to mountain,
Hence from hither to tither:
Faith is the bearer.
18:01:13:21:13
Categories:
tither, allegory,
Form: Acrostic
A speck drifts in the wind blown hither and tither,
Briefly settling then takes to the air once more.
Now a charged particle thanks to the storm,
It flitters around like a beautiful butterfly.
Travelling the world at the whim of winds
visiting Australia, Asia and Africa on its way.
The frozen plains of Europe weigh it down
As it mixes with ice that freezes it hard.
Drifting aimlessly northwards, it, then
picks up the gulf stream still heading north.
Finally over the Shetland Isles it comes
to rest, Oh the tales that it could tell us.
Now it adds richness to the thin soil
here spring plants will take a grip
and burst into wondrous blooms
all due to a small mote of dust.
Categories:
tither, earth, imagery, life,
Form: Verse
Light raft floating
drifting for a breeze
Sailing aimlessly
Going into nothingness
Yet drifting on a bed of certainty
Am I a harbouring passenger
OR a willing vessel
bobbing hither and tither
with the confidence of the waves
Whether willing or by direction
I steeped the ocean's floor
Whether I was cleaning or just sweeping
I traversed the carpets shore
Where was my comfort to be sought
OR my intimacy to be dreamt
For where have you seen a twig with dreams
OR the blazing glory of a shoot
There's no compass for relief
Only certitude was certainty,
The assured conviction
That truth is fact!
Categories:
tither, imagery, introspection, life,
Form: Classicism
A mote A mote
Floating on air Floating
Tossed hither Tossed
And tither, Hither
Going where it's toss'd. Whereever...
Perhaps Singular claim
Its only claim To fame
To fame Irritation
Is irritation In the eye!
In one's eyes.
Scintilla! Scintilla!
A fire Fire in reflected light
On reflected light Part of the dust of ages!
A mite of the dust
Of Ages.
Categories:
tither, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Who knows what the future holds?
Fate laughs loudly in our faces.
Scientists say our sun will die
becoming firstly a red star.
Its final stage they predict
will be a black hole.
Do the moon, stars and planets
affect our destiny in life?
Or is it our own choices
that set us on our path.
Will we one day return
maybe in another form?
Are we blown hither and tither
like a leaf blown by wind's will?
Will we again see our loved ones?
That lies in the hand of destiny.
Categories:
tither, destiny,
Form: Verse
As I walk around my garden, I note
that my daphnia is in full flower
it is always my first bush to show
and fill my garden with tantalising scent.
My Yucca always gives me colour
in the bleak month of December
standing there so stately
each year another head appears.
The trellis will soon be awash
with its orange trumpets
that brighten up an otherwise dull wall
and makes me smile as they reach up high.
While my various rose bushes
gleefully soon will cover my pergola
mingling with the honeysuckle
filling garden with most delightful scent.
Ah everywhere the promise of Spring abounds
How I long for the warm days to come
when I can sit out by my ponds
and watch fish darting hither and tither.
Dragonflies some enormous and so pretty
visit my lilles and briefly settle there
Spring the month of my birth
will at last soon be here.
Categories:
tither, color, spring,
Form: Verse
To live is to take a chance
each day we have many choices
is our life preordained?
the paths already written?
Or are we just balsam
blown hither and tither
when you stop and think
how much free choice is there?
Our discipline starts early
from the day we first attend
kindergarten or school lessons
after school we go out to work
Again we are at the whims of bosses
if you do not toe the line out you go
appearances are important to neighbours
so we keep our houses and gardens nice
If one drops out of every day life
and goes totally their own way
we are called odd and often far worse
just for daring to be different
Man is such a herd animal
like sheep we follow blindly
not wanting to seem unusual
needing the approval of peers
So in this game of life
we roll the dice of chance
choosing to follow fate
no real free choice for us
Categories:
tither, life,
Form: Verse
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