OCEAN BOTTOM VIEWED-
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusians underscored treasures;
Act all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
~
I heard domestic, marine oiling;
My smallmouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broke dead floating silken;
~
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bite, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
Above and below ocean mangrove trees;
Also threw my whiting on the shore of seas;
Was a standout, breakout stout watery breeze?
~
When thinking of underwater ocean
Acts seaweed in liquid torrent motion?
6/4/19
Your Choice, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusian's underscored treasures;
Take all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
I heard a domestic, marine oiling;
My small mouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broken dead floating silken;
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bate, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
above and below ocean mangrove trees;
also threw my whiting on shore of seas;
Was standout, breakout stout watery breeze;
When thinking of underwater ocean
Think seaweed in liquid torrent motion ?
3/30/19
Urban Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sonnet poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
whiting in the sea
avoiding the fishermen
the nets come in close
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nature
8/23/15
Contest - Its time for a little haiku
Sponsor - Jamie Pan
4th place win in Premiere Contest
When the music stopped
I could hear you breathing
I could hear us snoring
I could hear the cry of coyotes in the distance
I could hear the whispering trees in the dark
I could hear every pulse beat of your heart
As you slept
When the music stopped
I could hear our giggles
I could hear the singing birds in the waking dawn
I could hear our stories, happy times
I could hear the humming flow of your blood as you stayed close to me
I could hear our dreams, more vividly than ever
As you loved
When the music stopped
Sometimes our lives seemed so slim
And our time felt so limited
Other times, our errors were erasable
Whiting out all the pain, to only love
Escaping the Clouds
by Odin Roark
Entering one's Now…
How long the traverse.
Mountainous obstacles
Seem not of our creation,
Yet rock hard impasses appear
Where clear path seemed obvious,
Now impassible.
The best laid plans
Swirl amidst the winds of challenge,
Icing our tenacity,
Whiting-out our vision,
Deafening our ears to resolve.
Made to stop,
We seek refuge.
Cower we must,
Time's weather independent
Unaware love's thermal core
Knows but limited defense.
Suffering assumes the time.
We fearfully give it,
Granting indecision
Until we satiate.
Sentience abides.
Patience its virtue.
The conscious
Somehow realize a clearing,
Both path and atmosphere
Reveal survival routes.
Bad weather lifts.
We often know not why.
A path reveals itself,
Accompanied by fixed ropes of trust.
Having exited the overcast,
We embrace our trailhead,
Willingly remove extra weight
No longer needed upon our shoulders.
Stripping to our nakedness
We ready the entering of one's Now,
That place where past and future
Are but interference to being with the moment.
Escape from clouds,
The engulfment we mostly create within.
Exiting the Clouds
Entering one's Now
How long the traverse
Mountainous obstacles
Seem not of our creation
Yet rock hard impasses appear
Where clear path seemed obvious
Now impassible
The best laid plans...
Swirl amidst the winds of challenge
Icing our tenacity
Whiting-out our vision
Deafening our ears to resolve
Made to stop
We seek refuge
Cower we must
Time's weather independent
Unaware love's thermal core
Knows but limited challenge
Suffering assumes the time
We fearfully give it
Granting indecision
Until we satiate
Sentience abides
Patience its virtue
The conscious
Somehow realize a clearing
Both path and atmosphere
Reveal survival routes
Ill weather lifts
We often know not why
A path reveals itself
Accompanied by fixed ropes of trust
Having exited the clouds
We embrace our trailhead
Willingly remove extra weight
No longer needed upon our shoulders
Stripping to our nakedness
We ready the entering of one's Now
I dreamed
of snow...glistening
lacing the air,
falling without pattern,
whiting out
a dreary day of
gray trees and
forlorn brown grass.
The snow rested on my face,
raised to the sky.
The snow tickled my eye lids,
reminding me again
of you,
and the last snow-fall we shared.
You brush away my tears, smiling
from the heavens.
*SNOW WHITE*
ANOTHER
BURRRR! BLIZZARD
COMING
DECEMBER
ESKIMO
FREEZING FORECAST
GHOST-GROUNDS'
HEAVY
ICICLES
JITTERS
KIMONO
LOW-HEAT
MAKING-COCA
NAPPING
OASIS
POWDERY
QUILTS
RESTING
SHIVERING
TURNING TO LOVER
UNDER-COVER
VIXEN-HEAT
WINTER-WINDOWS
XOXOXO's
YAWNING
ZZzzzzz!
*COLD AS ICE*
Zambonice-ing Your X-winter Whiting-rinks, Visible & Unusual Tough Snow-flurry, Racing Quietly Precipitation, Overflows, Nightfall, Mocking Like-little Keys Jiggling, Inside Hailstorm, Getting Frigid, Every-second, Drifting Clouds, Building ANGER!
by;PD
for: ABC contest
EASY CHEESY AND EASY AS PIE are not really so easy
Peach, pumpkin, plum perfection-Pie
Always Alliteration and Anchovies
Wouldn't work in a good Pie
Banana, coconut, and blueberry cream Pie
Works well, while whiting and wax won't work well in Pie
Poetry and alphabet soup should work well---
In theory, then time to text talk turns
Telephone talking tedious
SAFE TEXTING while driving turns out to
be an oxymoron, Along With Safe Text Sexing
While intoxicated and driving....
***The guilty do not need to testify, unless you have a really funny story associated with the texting?!!
For the Alliteration contest with Oxymorons -- Let me know if this fits the pattern.
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