I inherited from my father
a treasure trove of hope.
As I was in the twilight zone of content life
I wanted to sell the jewel
to someone who gave the highest price I wanted.
After many had walked away,
not buying at my quoted price,
a sullen man readily purchased without bargaining bout.
As he was leaving I asked him the reason
why he purchased on my terms.
He said he was under desperate pressure
within a mental rut, riding the rollercoaster of hopeless life
that he felt shatter and plummet
to a despondent dark depth of agony,
from where the gleam of the treasure,
he hoped would light up the pathway to happiness.
Hidden within sight
someone's talents calling out
look at me, look at.......
Jewelry box goodies
attic holds years of clothing
file cabinet nightmare
(Dedicated to Toni Marie Labadie.)
more than a river
more than a lake
even more than the ocean
I cherish a pond
The treasure trove’s buried, beloved
Goodness gracious, I am ready, rapacious
Dig daring, night and day, darling
There’s gems, gold to have, hold in our nest egg
You are right, Rene’. Why wait?
Truly this till’s our Honeymoon Hill
To yearly yearn for a real return
May 21, 2023
Alliterisen Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
Yesterday's tempest eroded the shore
uncovering part of a treasure trove.
For we found a ring with a crimson stone
and a few coins exposed near the mangrove.
My daughter fell in love with the prospect
of a rich harvest, and ran on ahead.
For that ring, forgotten for untold years,
held hope, and helped her enthusiasm spread.
In the misty fog, she's a mere shadow
a silhouette, moving with fluid grace.
And though I could no longer see her smile
I knew, that it was lighting up her face.
She runs to the beach with impatient feet
chasing down trinkets, given by the brine.
And hopes, to find a fabulous treasure,
while I am enjoying my time, with mine.
(Quatrain)
Apr.8, 2018
Ten Words - Poetry Contest
Joseph May
An ivory castle of delightful dreams
that holds on the memories of lost love.
A token of remembrance, a golden requiem
that is built on the wings of a mourning dove.
Taj Mahal for all lovers a quaint treasure trove.
Date: 06/13/2017
Note: For the contest (Form - Q) by Broken Wings.
*Placed Third*
The Taj Mahal meaning Crown of the Palace is an ivory-white marble mausoleum on the south bank of the Yamuna river in the Indian city of Agra. It was commissioned in 1632 by the Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan to house the tomb of his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal. It is an Embodiment of their legendary love and described by Noble Laureate - Rabindranath Tagore as "the teardrop on the cheek of time."
There is a little room in my house
one which I call my very own
it’s where I go to spend with myself
just to be quiet and have time alone
It’s such a real treasure to me
just to be there and do my thing
listen to music, write my poetry
really relaxing to feel real swing
Have PC, kindle fire all things tech
keeps me up to date so I know
all the world events going on
so everything works in my flow
That’s my place there to sit quietly
read the scriptures bow head to pray
what sweet serenity I have to ponder
all my treasure trove makes my day
Lock down the LIMPING GROVE.
PIRATES have stolen the TREASURE TROVE.
I know all about the garden shed, how you
Hide and make your bed.
Watching with a whimsical stare he replied
I know nothing of these TRAVESTIES.
HERE are SOME FACTS you MAY not know:
Tedious TEASING TUSSLES to taste the
Truth.
Merciless MUSING knows what treasures
You have stolen, then you will not
Continue to repose
Tell where you have roved lest I'll
Lance YOU WITH this BLADE, to get the JEWELS YOU have
Sought
Real, EXCEPTIONAL TREASURES
Can not be BOUGHT. Drop your sack where you stand, do
This as I demand. A search of the sack revealed
Nothing familiar. As he made a hasty EXIT a telling
Jingle was heard.
PRICELESS GOES the NINES WITH
FEARLESS YOU IN MIND.
Treasure trove
First crush,
Palpitations.....
A blush !
Passion,
Reverberates......
Ashen!
Love....
Superfluous.......
Trove.
Written November 29th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For nette's Whispers of a muse contest
The Attic Treasure Trove
By Elton Camp
A collection decades in the making
To disturb them so unthinkable
The time came when it must be done
The father could no longer live alone
Though for himself and his daughter
Sorting through them was bitter-sweet
“Your mother packed these boxes,”
He recalled, with a catch in his voice
“I could never look at them before,
But now I guess there’s no choice.”
“Dad, I’d move back home if I could.
There’s Jim and the children,” she said
“No, it’s as it should be,” he replied
“This big house is way too much for me.
Nothing can take away my memories.”
To distract her, he held out a white book
“This is your baby record,” he explained
Birth weight, a pair of socks, her first word
All and more carefully recorded on its pages
Showed a child welcomed and well loved
Other boxes brought smiles to the two
Report cards, school awards, pictures
A stash of well-loved toys they found
Fond mementos of days forever gone
Almighty my treasure trove
Kill my pride with your healing vision
Fill me Lord with your softest love
Till your words charge life into me
Will worship Almighty my treasure trove
Continuous praises to your supreme presence
Joyous worship to delight your holy heart
Courageous spirits declare your graceful glory
Gracious blessings bestowed from heaven’s cart
~(c)Sukmawati Komala~
05 April 2013
This piece is my first poem in LENTO form, which is introduced by our beloved poet Lencio Rodrigues
I would like to dedicate my first Lento to him and may he loves this piece.
I went to look for my treasure trove
I had it hidden away in a small alcove
Found a poem that was in complete
Decided to finish it and make it sweet
It was about true love and friendship
That was half done because my mind did slip
To leave it this way would make me feel hollow
With my heart full now my words would easily flow
I wrote everything down that you meant to me
There was so much to say the lines came easily
I spoke my mind of you and poured out my soul
Polished my verse and finally made my verses whole
Written by Kevin Clark for Linda Marie's contest Treasure Trove
After working day long, was relaxing mind and soul With a beautiful song.
gazing around,my eyes caught the glimpse Of a bright colored book.
It was my diary ,a vault of wonderful memories Of good and bad.
Sweet music was being played in the heart,when i saw one unfinished poem looking
Sadly at me,saying ,give me a beautiful ending.
A poem,which is treasure trove of unsaid feelings ,but still hold so strong in the heart.
The poem got its beautiful end,and feelings still linger in the heart,even when the
person goes away from us.
Its not that feelings are dead and Heart had dried up,they blossom like a flower
every time whenever they Cross our minds and make us relish those wonderful moments.
Tears rolled down my cheeks Of content and happiness.
We laughed so long and so loud
Our only witnesses were the clouds
You jumped up and shouted, Yes!
That was you, at your best
We thought you had snagged a bass
It could have been a whale
That brim was so tiny
In unison, we all fell
Thinking back on that time
Finding this beautiful treasure trove
Good thing we caught four brims today
We can now fire up the stove
Adrienne L. Gresham
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