Flora and fauna of birds, beasts, microbes, soils, atmospheres,
Should only these contribute to the forest components?
Height and densities of trees and plants, and their thriving years...
Aren't silver, gold, diamonds, and gems woodland endowments?
Who cares much for herbs and shrubs where tiny insects abide?
Flies, bees, frogs, rodents, bats, and rats playfully hide and seek.
Ants, crickets, grasshoppers, centipedes, and millipedes hide
Behind grass, leaves, and mud to escape threats as they are weak.
With animals, vegetation, and evergreen landscapes
Air to breathe, food, medicines, wood, and fodder they provide
Forests reduce pollutants in air, water, sound, and space.
Protect humans from floods, droughts, soil erosion, and landslides.
Though like a student in primary school, I might recite
Abiding midst a forest is a venturous delight.
There was a venturous gent
Who travelled the earth’s extent
But at the North Pole
It took quite a toll
Deciphering their accent
It started when he heard elves
Discussing amongst themselves
Saying: ‘le’s make oys
For he girls and boys
And pu all his suff on shelves’
Then said: ‘beer wear warm bandannas
Visiing Monreal and Monana
Because we’re old
Is exra cold
So bring exra blankes for Sana’
Now this gent was truly confused
With the kind of language elves used
Yet he feared missing
So kept on listening
And flipped from anguished to amused
The elves resumed: ‘Is ime o sing
Followed by hiry bells o ring’
Well that sent the gent
Closer to the scent
Of the kind of slang they did sling
He then met the elves finally
With a hey, hello, and howdy
Then said the words right
Singing Silent Night
As: ‘Silen nigh’; with a silent T
Translation if wanted:
Let's make toys
For the girls and boys
And put all this stuff on shelves
Beter wear warm pajamas
Visiting Montreal and Montana
Because we're told
It's extra cold
So bring extra blankets for Santa
It's time to sing
Followed by thirty bells to ring.
On the crossing of life
all looked desert adverse
Until I invented the verse
I maintain some names badly annoy,
Whichever way one might them employ:
In just minutes turn one into flame
like hands and feet one's self esteem maim.
I never prayed for Dragon as name.
Charles had at me flung it as a game,
And for days I was not the same;
In the end venturous tongue to blame...
Already violent who was tame;
A vengeful impulse and what to claim:
Clear make it that I had lost prized fame
In image much worse than an old dame.
Men there are one dare not call a name
Or one might soon join The Lame:
With limps and hops back to where one came...
Such won't a good picture make nor frame.
In the Chilly Month of December
And so comes winter, after late fall,
When from ashen skies of low-lying clouds,
Snowflakes fall, enshrouding the town
And piling on people tramping around
Who are out and about, embracing nature
In the chilly month of December.
Snow fills footprints, extinguishing traces
Of icy stares glinting on smiling faces
From people uttering steamy graces
When encroaching upon each other’s spaces,
Expressed gaily with warmth of timbre
In the chilly month of December.
And this I say to those venturous kind
Who are enjoying the wintry weather:
“Beautiful is the sight that enthralls my eye”
In the chilly month of December.
Waves keep cycling around
ebbing in turquoise blue seas
its ripples are teasing me
Waves do swim fathoms deep,
then return to navy blue crisp tips:
pearls of white foam are smiling back at me
Ships are daily passing on and by the seas;
of blue watery blue roads which are like fluid land bridges
All to countries sought; then at ports are delightful scenes
A different world is in and upon the wavy seas
A fate of water, winds and variances are seen
Onboard ship's decks are drinks of a salty rum mix
Tales of exaggerated pirate legends are often told of old;
of independent bands and various venturous clans
Ships sailing on wave fuel; of air breezes and manned oar tools
The Chilly Month of December
And so comes winter, after late fall,
When from ashen skies of low-lying clouds,
Snowflakes fall, enshrouding the town
And piling on people tramping around.
Snow fills footprints, extinguishing traces
Of icy stares glinting on smiling faces
From people uttering steamy greetings
Who are out and about in the wintry season.
And this I say to these venturous kind
Who are enjoying the snowy weather:
“Beautiful is the sight that enthralls my eye”
In the chilly month of December.
What Befalls At A Brook
Delight I, midst a babbling brook,
Touching its banks, hugging its rocks,
The child in me that I mistook,
Stills on, hearing to water talks.
Ere am awash toward concord,
Delight I, midst a babbling brook,
Be at its whim a righteous chord,
Smoothly drifting a dream unhook.
Sail on my words versed in a book,
Venturous soul towards each turn,
Delight I, midst a babbling brook,
Parts anew my memory yearn.
Dabble against the wayward flow,
Pictured on banks and rocks a look,
A lake arise brook mouths must go,
Delight I, midst a babbling brook.
2020 March 18
*3rd Place*
STRAND CHOICE K,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
But The Bow That Bridges Heaven And Overtops The Trees
But the bow that bridges heaven and overtops the trees,
Colorful beams stretch yon Heaven's gate to paradise shores,
Midst dreamt fantasies and outrageous fortunes brung light breeze,
Tickling feathers that twirl effortlessly in noiseless scores.
Is one of the countless wonders that grace the eyes that sees,
Always against days beheld capriciously all are yours,
Because from one arc of splendid hues a day that did seize,
As miracles spread beyond one's keep, remedies with cures.
A new chapter opens ere one close, read on bended knees,
Time is found and time is gone, in seconds, minutes or years,
Tis be a venturous moment to scope out ranges ease,
Delve in a program and purge the media, opened ears.
Grand be the end of the bow where nature and we appease,
By and by, we'll dress in colors, bathing beyond the trees.
2020 March 06
Howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 14 syllables per = 196 syllables total
Pabulum Of Nature
Let thy countenance befallen upon thee, thy cornfields threshold be thine golden horde, that thou flash amidst thine rows thy thread of sunlight, and that thou laboring heart be thine whole of thee and that thy spread of thee stretch, beyond thine sight and into silence, excelling trees boundary whose hair of leaves lengthen in ample splendorous braids, thee hues whereto, exceeds neath a beautiful arched bridge that traipsed a virgin trail and that this, thine rainbow wanderer during its dark passage ere a clear vapourous rain ran the green flourish lea during its phantom floe whilst its flights of venturous winged birds that make a memory of this, albeit, tis naught a fathomless art and that thine Heavens didst expose a breathless wonder letting thy farm fields cast into all thine glory, a cornucopia of harvest.
2020 February 21
*2nd Place*
Writing Prompt - Ten Words
~~Dear Heart
If music be the food of love, play on
Claim the streets of London be filled, and its revelry be still,
Purged the households, and bay at their homes window sills,
Let tender labyrinths yield their cleared halls be an open song,
Spilled venturous notes befall upon unscripted pages, play on,
The summer breeze aloft butterflies to mingle the redolent mirth,
To give it counsel, make talent its sheets filled a righteous worth,
Of length aches a theme a songstress indulge let it solicit a tune,
Nay, cease, the mood of sour faces, a mark that killed-joyous June,
Silence, and put a march to thy step for the mundane that disturbs,
The grimaces invade the room and the deafening silence perturbs.
2020 February 03
Famous poetic lines 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
"If music be the food of love, play on" - Shakespeare
A gust of wind with a chill on its tail
rushes through the trees in gray and pale,
high up in the naked branch
tiny spectral lights begin to twinkle and dance;
a shiver and a blink ties us to hazy unseen high jinx
where hard shell insect hide their flashing winks,
each seeks warmth, some hiding shelter in place
while in the house they entwine in curtained lace.
The stink bug with magic transparent wings abuzz
hide in the pleated drapes warmed and well gloved
and on their pumpkin seedlike backs,
the mottled brown antenna stacks
are tiny fairies, garden nymphs unambiguous
venturous, charming, winged, naughty, mischievous
slipping in and out the backdoor screens,
secret, safe, secure in imaginary November dreams;
it's just a tiny magical bug, burrowed in the rug
and it teases my dog to lay down and roll around
captive to their scent and sound.
for Caren Krytsinger;s November Twinkle Fairy
11/17/19
The Bowman's Shaft
Solo archer gathers mist of amour clouds, dipping venturous arrow tips in a veiled concocted potion, drowning its mettle in a whimsical bliss of a dreamt liquefied mirage that defines the elixir,
Cupids errant arrow is liberated openly o'er the arc of a rainbow, exuberantly hunting its e'er sought Terra, whereto, it scarcely flutters passed feathered twain turtledoves,
Trifle off-track as projected, titillating a canine whose tail waggles unceasingly as its tongue laps remarkable welcoming faces,
Then piercingly redefines a right-angle course, that mids passionately, a well-managed bramble with shoots flowering in vivid red velvets,
Calculably sailing o'er gray-haired couple, whose one hand hugging canes and their free hands locking each other,
Promised target a fused-kissed envelope proffering treasured eloquence of, Missing You, in numerous expressions, introducing assorted confidences perceived by yearning intrepid bluish eyes whose heart grows e'er fonder.
2019 November 04
*2nd Place*
Metaphor of Love
~~Bobby May
Rainbow
stains me
violet, yellow, blue, green
orange, red
It rains
the eyes rain here
it's a tattered heart
dripping the tears
it rains
between
two gilded mountain
a rising dawn
with a dancing peacock
Fountain
sheds the drop
from the unknown heart
through the winding rhythm
I’m hearing
the reciting elegiac poem
o it's rainbow on the mountain
it’s colors on the fountain
it’s rendering heartache
it’s not venturous dancing
it's not playful rising
it's a heart beating in drowning rainy-vow
-July 01, 2019 Chattogram
Teardrops born from
inflamed elated eyes.
Fetuses of euphoria
slips and slide down
thy cheeks for they
are genuine touch
that emblazon the
trail upon the abyss
of thy bosoms bare.
Come o thee, thy
desirous flames
and quench the
ardor of my thirst
that wanes in an
ancient domain of
soulless wanderers
tarrying for release
into a realm that is
yet unclaimed and
hail me beyond the
clutches of myself,
virgining an instilled
wonder. Venturous
being to be sprung
into the glory of the
true light, and then
stretch yonder from
this firmament hold
and embolden upon
a righteous climb to
heights unknown so
at the appointed tryst
with destiny, burst at
first, a tight existence
of brevity, ere I then
explode my essence
as an unfurling verse
of a red florentine for
eyes to behold and
breaths to yield into
submission, captives
that toys with their
emotions. Preying
upon fickle souls that
meanders yon my
presence, for I am a
simple soulless oddity
in their life.
Date: 06/16/2019
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