Urning Poems

Ember

Ember
Each heart has a spark
Making love fires ablaze
Burning, eagerly 
Enduring this lusty craze
Romance steams, a loving haze

Waltz

 Waves moving following the beat of the sea.
 Anxious to conquer the shores
 to claim for calm.
 Languid they touch our feet making us dancing~
 Turning in and out, the waves 
 follow the rhythm of our feet.
 Zest sea blown by our mind 
 on the life's dance

Election Day

Eligibility established
Longing for public service
Electioneering
Closing arguments
Turning out the vote
Initiating change
Opening the polls
Never acting tired and worn-out

Drive to the polling place
Awaiting in line to vote
Yes! Civic duty discharged

Written November 8, 2022

Urning the Rite To Make Sense of It All

Urnestly, I search for words
buried beneath the veneer.
The rite way to ashes and grief.
Contained in a purple jar,
her only tear— a hoarder's memory.

Death makes no sense, the
bed relied upon— a cramped space
in the dark, not at all
what I was expecting.

No marker with flowers.
Her jar’s become a place of “cheers.”
Dad’s tears plink into his afterglow martini.

10/15/2021

Autumn

A pple pickers gaily riding in wagons, sipping cider along the way, headed for orchards, on a crisp, clear sunny day.

U mbrellas turned inside out when wily north winds blow, and sheets of rain, without refrain, follow all the way home.

T urning leaves of gold and crimson hues, ignite the woodlands and city parks, a spectacular, humbling view.

U mber swathes of color, spreading over marsh and field, extinguishing summers rainbow palette, bronzing acres without yield.

M ischievious squirrels scamper, hording acorns in winter nests and wooly bear  caterpillars journey to their rest.

N ight rises, dropping a charcoal veil, a choir of crickets chirping, in the chilly autumn air.

Autumn

Autumn flew in on a jet plane
Unusually prompt and precise
Turning back the heat of summer
Under September's sky
My reminder winter is nigh
November brings snow and ice.

written September 2, 2021
entered "Autumn Acrostic" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger

Afghanistan

At the remote crossroads of Central and South Asia
Fostering pre-history vestiges as landlocked country
Gathered the dust of the famous ancient silk route
Hibernated long in the cauldron of tribal ethnicity
Assimilating deeply the Islamic culture and customs
Never compromised with personal freedom concept
In spite of the drag of poverty plunging people in abyss
Subservient spectators of numerous military campaigns
Turning the land into tormented target of geopolitics
All crusades crumbled in inhospitable hostile terrain
Not untruly it is nicknamed “graveyard of empires”.

September 2, 2021
Contest : Afghanistan 
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann

Saturn

Silence rushing through the veins
Alive with reflections of the dance
Turning the heart into a gentle space
Urging hope and faith to replace grief
Reassuring the soul that there is love
Nurturing with prayers and praise of God






Planet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
May 8, 2021

Old Photographs

Opening the dusty leather bound album
Lots of memories come flooding back
Dad had a lot more hair back then!

Proud parents when our son was born
How he’s grown into a delightful young man
Outings to the park with his little friends
Turning the pages I start to get quite teary
Old faces of loved ones no longer with us
Good friends and relations who have passed
Rich reminders of happy times in days gone by
Amazing events captured, frozen in time
Pages turned bring tears and laughter
How precious are all these moments 
Snap some pictures today for you to share 

ANY NEW ACROSTIC ABOUT NOSTALGIA Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Line Gauthier

12/21/12

Sky Shows the Beacon

J-ust let first of April
O-pen the day with light; 
Y-our birthday has come, after the dark cold night.

E-arly Saturday morning, 
S-un has begun to rise; 
C-oal clouds don't gather, 
L-ight amazes your eyes.
E-vening shadows disappear, 
T-urning into a new dawn; 
O-nce the twilight ends, sky shows the beacon.

Targeted Individual

T earing at the seams to scratch its way inside
     E mpty hollow being with the lonliness that I hide
        L istening without seeing, tortured in all of thought
           E very single thing is now whatever that it's not
              P rogrammed message beamed into the victims head
               A nswers no longer seeking, still alive but sort of dead
               T orture is the theme, Schizophrenia made by design
             H earing so silently, sounds of something that arn't mine
           E motions disappear as my feelings have passed away
        T urning into the nothing which you see in me today
      I ntels frequency wave disease, creating vegetables to remain                                                     
   C oincidence born in consequence of the ouside in all my pain


                                 bmdavey@10/27/19

Tight

What I feel is so unique 
I can’t explain, it won’t allow me to speak
It’s a sense of feeling but not to touch
Is a sense worth hearing I feel it so much
A tightness a squeezing around my heart
Breaking me down rips me apart
Rip me to shreds oh so slow
How could it be that we no longer grow
A true love seemingly frozen in time
Current state I’m out of my mind 
Always afraid of what I might find
You must understand that I am not blind
A wanting and urning to go back to what it was
Watching and waiting come back to my arms

Stand Tall Like Tree

Slender sapling sprouts slow from sub-soil seed
Trembles gently in the wake of the bracing breeze
Anastomosing branches flutter like verdant wings
Nascent leaves look up to the rising sun of promise
Drenching them with luster of new life of the future.

Turning seasons bring rain and shine to nourish
After enduring drought and chill it goes up towering
Leaves the canopy of the neighbors far down below
Lured by the thin air of heightened transient pride.

Looked after long by the nurturing gardener
Infusing love and care it needed to grow taller
Keen to reach the blue of sky with green arms
Encasing lofty dreams in the lengthening trunk.

Towering tree in life rising high if you aspire to be
Remember with strong roots on ground stand firmly 
Even if you try to catch dreams in the fleeting cloud
Else in the surge of rainstorm uprooted you will fall.

July 24, 2019

Rising Above the Horizon

R-ising above the horizon, 
O-ne sun starts to shine; 
M-orning April second warms
Y-our heart and your mind.

B-urning flame is rising
A-bove the new horizon; 
R-ays up high are glowing, 
C-oal black clouds are gone.
E-arly light is rising, 
L-etting the night cold chill end; 
L-est the warmth comes late, 
A-nother day softens the wind.
N-either dusk nor twilight hinders the break of dawn; 
O-pen your eyes to Sunday beacon, rising above the horizon.

Rise of the Early Light

R-ise of the early light
E-nds the night dark shadow;
X-factor is the sun, shining in the meadow.

B-urning beacon comes up,
R-aindrops disappear;
I-t's a sunny warm weather,
O-ffering no doubt and fear.
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-ach cloud has turned white;
S-econd of May Tuesday sees the rise of the early light.

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