Romance and Spiritual Love
are not one and the same
two often flying like twin doves
this seen is only game
One carnal commences
putting up defences
other has no fences
Though both are treasure troves, unglove
Romance and Spiritual Love
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2nd Placement : Standard Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
March 26
Dream
I took your hands into mine with a gaze
You smiled and murmured,
“I will not go, and why hold so tight?”
I let you go loose with a cautious look.
Though happy and blissful jiffy
Scared was I of the evading scene.
Will the time come grabbing you from me?
But stayed you till the end with me.
Rang the alarm eclipsing my soul
Dropping me to the world without you.
Realized did I, the biome of mine,
All alone but just with your memories.
Piercing is my soul, with a sharp dagger
Driving I am in the palanquin of grieve.
Beckons me the responsibilities you bestowed
Beholds and harnesses to this secluded world.
Bewildered I am to transcend;
Elated I am to live in the old bygones
The treasure troves of memories of you and us
That heaven have endued on us
Sandhya Bijoy
In the shadow of the willow, soft winds sigh,
Where silent streams weave songs of yesteryear,
The golden leaves of autumn gently lie,
And trace the tender memories we hold dear.
Beneath the echoes of this tranquil grove,
Your laughter lingers like a gentle breeze,
The love you gave, in endless waves and troves,
Now dances in the rustle of the trees.
Oh, the stars we wished upon at night,
They shimmer still, in distant, quiet skies,
Your gentle spirit, lost to heaven's flight,
Yet here, in every tear my heart still cries.
A life too brief, yet filled with boundless grace,
Our hearts entwined, a bond that never fades,
In dreams, I find your ever-loving face,
A guiding light through sorrow's endless shades.
Till dawn embraces our eternal rest,
Your memory blooms, like roses in the snow,
For in our hearts, you'll ever be our guest,
In whispered songs and tears that softly flow.
In the shadow of the willow, soft winds sigh,
Where silent streams weave songs of yesteryear,
The golden leaves of autumn gently lie,
And trace the tender memories we hold dear.
Beneath the echoes of this tranquil grove,
Your laughter lingers like a gentle breeze,
The love you gave, in endless waves and troves,
Now dances in the rustle of the trees.
Oh, the stars we wished upon at night,
They shimmer still, in distant, quiet skies,
Your gentle spirit, lost to heaven's flight,
Yet here, in every tear my heart still cries.
A life too brief, yet filled with boundless grace,
Our hearts entwined, a bond that never fades,
In dreams, I find your ever-loving face,
A guiding light through sorrow's endless shades.
Till dawn embraces our eternal rest,
Your memory blooms, like roses in the snow,
For in our hearts, you'll ever be our guest,
In whispered songs and tears that softly flow.
Whenever someone is referred to as the nicest it is you they mean,
You are also one of the most intelligent humans ever seen,
Not acknowledging your goodness is like committing a sin
Your greatness throws the best of others into a waste bin.
Beauty in no haste pastes a taste of deliciousness on your face,
The radiance of your smiles shines from a mile to brighten a gaze,
Your body sits on a seat of curvatures enough to quench a blaze,
You have a perfect combination of brain and beauty as a grace.
Prosperity prefers your home best for its bluntest expression of love,
Success brings you happiness with peace of mind fitting you like a glove,
The past pains of failures in your life have been relieved by God's oils of cloves,
Now your life is a reflection of blessings that's why prosperity filled up your troves.
May each of your days starts and ends with divine favours,
May good health and long life be there always for you to savour,
May abundance of wealth crown all your labours,
May you and your entire households enjoy blessings with divine flavours.
Sea Glass
From Mother Nature’s jewel box
She gives us and
She reciprocates …
Over the sands of time She forms and fashions troves of jewels
Refuse, shards of glass litter discarded and strewn
Sanded and polished by briny waves magically glazed frosty verglas
Trading trash and abuse with gifts
Sea glass gems washed ashore
Stones resembling emeralds, amethyst, ruby’s,
turquoise crystals displayed on the soft carpeted shores
Wishes to have seen this newfangled beauty
She once gifted us exquisitely
A rare sight as less litter evinces Her gifts scarce
I wonder was She by us coerced?
Ample reasons for us to quit littering
if not, there are more
The birth of Springtime in ways it’s seeming,
Fresh from the hive, the bees will now fly fine.
Surges of honey drops, it’s been teeming.
Pollen from honeysuckle on the vine.
Premonitions temp the mindful senses.
Lilies perfection slides over the green.
Softly heighten most wildly defences.
White forget-me-nots blossoms will be seen
On coloured wings, in sweet violet groves.
Sun flowers blooming with yellow desires.
Thoughts wonder, mid softly, plentiful troves.
Poetry flowed while the poet conspires.
With trickling gold frost symphonies explored,
The onset of Spring beauty has restored.
History, treasure troves, tales about gold
If I were a pirate a 100 years ago
The pilot of a ship
I would make my enemies walk the plank!
In the water they would take a dip!
Once in a while, my crew and I,
Will have a party
In which we will dance
I will also own a talking parrot
Who tells stories,
From his time in France!
On earthen shores are treasures
Of love, of joy, of life
A family's forever bond
The children, Husband, Wife
Treasure troves of memories
Within' these earthen treasuries
The blessed earthly life of years
And yet, can break, and rush to tears
The tears like diamonds fall like the sands
Lift them Father, within Your hands,
The broken hearts in sorrows weep
And in Your love, please. Father, keep
Those washed in tears sweet memories
Flows from earthen treasuries
Comfort the broken, draw close and near
Drying, every diamond tear
Amen
SHENANIGANS
Shenanigans and hullabaloos of the Westerners worsens our sins in this societal ruins,
washing-in it's wastes and wildness with unrest
just like Amazon delivering parcels with its crest.
The thief with the aim to survive hunger got an arrest
but corrupt wealthy well paid politicians goes for free,
Others hoard or pilfer treasure troves from every tree.
Neither envy unknown affluence of any type
nor thrive in the glory of other people's hype.
Don't live in the prison of other people's opinion.
Or meddle in their false esteemed & established union.
In all fairness, let the world handle it's business;
And despite life's shenanigans, show finesse.
You're one man army just as the people to the world.
The unpredictability of life got the world enamored.
Let the world face and stifle it's own thorn,
Don't be the bunch, but in your own sphere be the one.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December2022.
Shenanigans and poppycock -
the wild wood with unrest.
Will amazon deliver the chest
of acorns and walnuts before Winter sets?
On their “I” phones, those with bushy tails
don’t want to work for nibbles. Kips,
after a long, long, long day of texting,
waiting, shopping. Others hoard or steal
those treasure troves from every tree.
Collectibles, particularly nasty -
why would a little squirrel want a Barbie,
when a grownup can buy out and store
each box, in perfect shape, for a decade?
“Play with your phone, little kitten.”
Shenanigans and poppycock,
finger-licking goodness of ‘rents,
loving the kits with abominable gifts.
11/15/2022
Contest: THE CRAP SHOOT #2
Sponsor: John Lawless
Goodbye sun, hello moon, it is time
All Hallow's Evening has now arrived,
Pumpkins lit until dawn, wink sublime
Lest all flame, wax and wick be deprived
Sheeted ghosts hand in hand with witches
Go skipping in their own happy way,
The stranger, the better enriches
For it is the order of the day
Ghouls and goblins begging for a treat
Come knocking about the door in droves,
Tricking in exchange for something sweet
A thank you kindly said for sugar troves
Good olde traditions, may they never die
Halloween haunts the soul, all for fun,
A night to relive our October's gone-by
A night when happiness is yet won!
Iambic Sighs
David J Walker
What a cruel damn thing
Life can seem
Before you fly
I know
What where goes
And when goes
And there goes
With treasure troves
of why
I know
Which wind blows
On down lows
And in flows
On outflows
And iambic sighs
I know
Of back hoes
And bulldoze
And fast slows
And good pose
And bad prose
And a second-place prize
What a cruel damn thing
Life can seem
And then we say
Our goodbyes
Sail through the veil,
Chasing a mermaid’s tail,
Along waves through troves
And rocky coves.
Sail through the veil,
Chasing a fairytale.
Seems I found the world of my dreams,
As my ship is sunken by oceanic seams.
No straight laced thoughts exist here ever
in this campus of wild imagination,
magic is weaved in every shade of pink
with a blush rose sky resembling finest art
its a coral hued Kingdom of peace and quiet
inhabited by love fairies and elves
infinitesimal tiny ones, what else ?
dragons and deer and little fuchsia ferns
rose colored glasses are always in vogue
and cashmere reveries are kept in troves
Terra cotta bark, salmon colored trees
with pastel leaves and roseate shimmers;
I walk through the avenue of her wizardry
exploring each and every lovely flower
no straight laced thought exists here,
no, not ever !
Sept 12, 2021
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest Name The Avenue
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