just my cup of tea
is kobayashi issa
a haiku master
with vital language
his personality
so unorthodox
haiku poetry
a diary of his heart
untraditional
"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork." Psalm 19:1 of King James Bible
Nature of God’s handiwork
poised with divine artistry
such is firmament at night
marked by celestial grandeur.
With heavenly treasure glow
stars radiate hopeful bliss
midst dreams of prayerful wish
whispered along fervent faith.
Then during dawn, sky looks blest
showcasing vibrant daybreak
as great sovereign handiwork
presents light of diverse hues.
Delighting with grateful heart
I am serenely enthralled
by vast canvas up above
made alive through source of life.
October 9, 2024
2nd place, "Form J - Jueju (untraditional)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 10/11/2024
nothing moves,
silence!
echos of voices,past
awake!
faces appear,then
depart!
a tear trickles,
slowly!
the music plays,
faintly!
emotion erupts,
again!
regret whispers,
in pain!
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love."
Sophocles, Greek Poet
Radiating joyous thanksgiving glow
Love from the heart shows heaven’s blessing-flow
Triumphant in surmounting pain and woe
Sharing goodness to heal wounds of sorrow
Reaching-out, allowing kindness to grow
Midst care, igniting hope of tomorrow.
Gladly constraining forgiveness delight
Love divine offers haven from guilt’s blight
Vanquishing grief toward faith-soaring flight
That warms fellowship around prayer plight
Toward service height and worship aright
Inspiring trust to bloom, devoid of fright.
Thankful for love of God* brought to my soul
I’m cheerfully spreading it---that’s my goal.
*I John 4:7-8 Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. He who does not love does not know God, for God is love.
May 6, 2024
2nd place, "Sonnet - Untraditional" Sonnet Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/11/2024
I planted
flowers
so that each spring
pink
will bloom ...
in a place of tears
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April 14, 2022
Poetry/Untraditional Senryu/Flowers of Love
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1447-825-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/18/2022
Seventh Place
It reveals itself freely without rationale,
a natural inheritance, untraditional.
Shown to strangers, yet hidden from friends.
Revealed in dangers, concealed in amends.
The softer the approach, the easier it leaves,
but when given reproach, it's worn on the sleeves.
There is no fear to show this to most,
but it's withheld from those who are close.
How would someone write an “urban” sonnet,
When the formation of the poem is lame.
Some poets will stray away from old bonnets,
And some rather keep the good lines the same.
Across this sonnet contest, so I came,
So here I write as it brings me much shame…
This poem is about the struggle I face,
As I attempt to write out all these lines.
Surely this poems is not full of grace,
But my aggravation, oh, how it shines.
Even if one is steeped in the same brine,
No other prose will compare as a twine.
Lines have ten syllables, just as you asked,
And each stanza has the correct rhyming.
Is not the best but I hope I have passed,
And this poem is found in good timing.
For my skills, I am molding and priming,
For good work I and pushing and climbing.
Did not get all, but my ass you got half,
Now, I hope this poem has brought a good laugh.
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May 2, 2019
Urban Sonnet Contest
Sponser: Emile Pinet
Poem Type: Urban Sonnet (10 syllables/line, ABABBB- CDCDDD- EFEFFF- GG)
Everyone's palette is unique and individual
Some like crappy stuff like food untraditional
Such as rabbit balls
Or things that crawl
Even stuff that most think is unthinkable
Limericks as stanzas.. is that a thing?
In a little corner, by the window
A tiny, potted, plant does grow
Odd and unconventional
Awfully untraditional
But this is where I tend to go
Something that feels so out of place
Rejected, awkward, filler space
An offbeat
Few square feet
In my mind, along the lines, I trace
We share a moment every single day
When our time is up, I want to stay
Feet hit floor
Out the door
The world around looks beige and grey
EVERMORE AWAY:
Sorry I have made a repetitive effort
To hurt you’re helping everybody.
I longing for you, to really see you,
Look intently withering
With be you while I can.
But, you push evermore away
Despond. What do you feel
When daydreaming, my skin, aroma, spices,
Sweet creams. Your finest hour has
Always been within mine.
Picking up my side. _(stride)
So when your in your solitude
Know that I’m through
Your most darkly,
Yes the sweet, could be soul woo.
Darkling, damp and in a fervor
I just dry, wants to die within.
But, revel do I, do I live for
My family their untraditional more
Than been today.
Women's liberation
Bras burned
Girls were confused…excited!
Gloria Steinem central figure,
Speaks out.
Women shout.
Politicians doubt.
Equal Rights!
New thinking. New songs. New vocabulary.
Debating: Equal jobs for equal pay.
Strong women.
Many followers.
Surprisingly, numerous men quit opening doors.
Woodstock proclaims, “Make love, not war!”
Many soldiers die; "Vietnam Conflict" rages.
Soldiers come home, their world, changed.
War heroes were ignored.
Women worked untraditional jobs.
Many prayed.
Many died.
© May 25, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: MAGIC OF DECADE'S MOOD
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
Top of Form 1
DEAD OF THE FAMILY
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I don’t know very much at all
I know red means stop and green means go
I don’t live in the deep south yet I have a southern drawl
And I also know the things that I don’t know
At first it was difficult admitting that fact
To tell people that I’m not so wise
Then I’d explain all the things which I’ve lacked
Such as an untraditional upbringing I still despise
Perhaps it’s the fact that everyone in the family has bruises
Yet no one goes to the emergency clinic for aid
And in this family there are no winners nor f*****g loses
Everyone beats every one just for a miniscule mess he may have made
Two ostensibly ordinary people are bringing their kids up with military rules
There was a lawyer down the street but we could never nerve up and go
We may be mistreated, mishandled but we’re no damn fools
And as I said, the only thing I know is what I don’t know
© (2011)….Phreepoetree
Though I've begged and I've pleaded,
Not wanted, but needed
A little help, a little hope,
Not this endless, mindless choke
Untraditional love at it's best
And I fear I know the rest
The butterflies long gone, the kisses so few
This goodbye seems almost so long overdo
Though it hurts, though I'm scared
I'm missing what's so rare
I'm really missing you
Or the one that I knew
We have lost and I can't try
To finish making it all right
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