It's liquid love
A favourite glug
A bowl, a cup
Perhaps a mug
When Winter calls
With icy breath
Some steamy joy
Puts cold to death
With hands enclosed
Around this pot
Enticing fluid
Nice and hot
Tomato, mushroom
Hard to choose
Or leafy green
Asparagoos
A steamy broth
Like joyous sea
Soft stilton paired
With broccoli
A swirl of cream
With pepper grounds
Bobbing crouton's
Crunchy sounds
Assault the senses
From all sides
In super soup
My heart resides x
Jinjagoliath
31st August 2023
*Premiere Contest winner*
Contest: No 1240 UNPLACED
Sponsored by : Brian Strand
~o’ so laid before me cut jilted "4" maiden yellow hulled sunflowers~
No# 1250 UNPLACED Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Originally entered in--Van Gogh Monoku Poetry Contest
Monoku poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Di11y Da11y
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 17
Total # Syllables: 17
Total # Lines: 1 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 12
Neglecting spouse
on tempting lover
lavished
champagne and roses
luxury car... caviars
blue pearls on satin
perfumed embracing
on burning sands
of passion
on meadows bed
asleep in arms
of vices
deadness hidden
by green
of wrapping vines
like tree
when dead twice
night of heat
turned ice
from corpse
in horror
running
weightless will
untrained to resist
sucked in by vacuum
despairing in
God's mercy
immersed in pride
to pay unpaid bill
Love required
on its descent to fire
looked up to see
resplendent more
than sun
The Spouse
springtime of ages
reflecting in her gaze
opening gate
of Paradise
her smile
divine
then shutting.
Sixth Place Winner: Brian Strand-No 1240 Unplaced-9/2/23
I wake and you are beside me sleeping
Breathing heavily, labouring with each breath.
Your illness masking your fragility.
I pause to gently kiss your forehead.
Your garden is overgrown with unplaced
Flowers. Dreams unfulfilled are but weeds
Covering the daffodils and crocuses.
An early breeze blowing the long grass.
The wind dissolves gently amongst your
Early morning dreams as you gently wake
Looking like the first daffodil in spring.
The veil of night shattered as light drifts
In through the blinds creating shadows.
You are inside my head now, calculating
The tablets you need to keep you alive
Keeping the garden in good order until
Summer brightens your sky.
Mar 2012
I've never talked about
When we caught you out
You were spotted in the car
Though the distance was quite far
In your mouth, a roll of paper?
Yes, we saw that little caper
When I dropped down to the club
Saw you hide that half burnt stub
Secret smoker I saw you
and the lengths that you went to
But I thank you father dear
For abstaining when we're near
All these years remained unmentioned
these quiet thoughts I left them shunned
I'm so glad now you've stopped smoking
lost the cough, ditched the whole thing
You've gone years with out a puff
So I'm ending here, that's quite enough
I'm in trouble, now you see
'cos dad reads my poetry
Contest : Unmentionables
Unplaced
I once had a boss called Mister Reviere
Each lunchtime for ages he'd disappear
What he was found wearing
Kept everyone staring
Oh my, the padlock was stuck by his ear
Contest : Single Limerick Contest: Horrible Bosses (and more)
Unplaced
Blackberries ripen
Fat field mice feast upon them
Leaner times ahead
Contest : One Haiku Contest
Unplaced
Spur the moment flashes the motivation for most of the human race. Having fun but leaving
no trace, death occurs at a rapid pace.
Cover your ass and save your face, seems to be the motto of our American taste.
Living with out shame or guilt has kept most warm under their quilt, walking high on stilts.
Sweeping under the rug all of our silt, with a closet full of bones sheltering a host of many
wrongs. We all know that song.
Our country has lied to all from every side; there are some things we shouldn’t digest from
the inside, without causing panic of a riotous riptide.
This place will devour itself in a matter of time; the ravenous mass that is without esteemed
class shall run over all say the last.
Make haste that we don’t waste what we have worked so hard to taste, forsaken are those
unplaced.
The story is old and always foretold, buried bones haunt the mind till one is old.
James C Bryant Jr.
January 8, 2002
One great betrayal, always destined to be
One fated man, who never will be free
Thirty silver coins, lying on the ground
Bought the field of blood, where strangers may be found
One lonely outcast, who was too blind to see
One final act, left him hanging from a tree
No salvation, for this man, who has sinned
Body and soul forever, twisting in the wind
Contest : POEM OF FAITH
Unplaced
Contest : 2nd Chance~!
Unplaced