I stand at the top of my hill,
Spread my arms and fall and roll,
Over pavement, yellowing grass,
Into balls of trees of autumn.
Jasper, topaz, ruby, and orange true,
At last my windings end
At the edge of a creek reflecting these,
With ripples of gentle wind,
I pray as I see through trees to the sky,
An afternoon blue with little birds fluttering,
Fluttering to find what’s left for their tummies,
Before roosting in the first cool nights.
Welcome Fall, and please quickly pass,
Pass through red and green,
For I am one for warm days and then
The sparkle of tender spring.
Categories:
windings, imagery,
Form: Free verse
L ost deep, the woods of tender age,
I feigned to quell my prurient rage ...
C aught amidst a gleam and glower,
K ept 'tween pages, pressed a flower.
E ach new and tragic love was meant
T o supplant that passion, abhorrent,
Y et as those windings wound to you ...
S ighs and moons came far too few.
P ushed by dreams we hoped to see,
L ife pulled our wings too recklessly -
I n fragile time, we burned our stars
T o precious ashes ... and tender scars.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Acrostically I Stand Tall" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee Sr, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Lickety Split Acrostic" Poetry Contest, Debbie Guzzi, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
windings, analogy, life, love, time,
Form: Acrostic
The malicious windings of your hasty pace
That erase sweet memories and their trace
Waste things that breathes and ones mute;
Pitiless Time, you are such a ruthless brute!
If you only aged men who your dials mess,
Or only blighted the cute ignorant mistress
Who thinks that your clocks tick for naught;
Then yours would be a war honestly fought.
But in your cruel rounds of unjustified rage
You smite the harmless poet with old age,
And thus anon halt scribblings of their pen,
And dull his wits beyond their laudable ken.
Perhaps no one has rebuked your wanton brutality,
And maybe you'd grant a poet's pursuit for eternity –
But if in your undue use of force you snuff my breath,
Then at least leave this humble verse in intact health.
Categories:
windings, cute, time,
Form: Rhyme
The Craters Of Costa Rica
Welcome Moon, Mars and craters, to your cousin Costa Rica
Mountain walls rise up in orange display, in gravel and red clay
Hug the twisting narrow roads in terror
Clinging to the mountains
Brilliant birds and lizards compliment the wilds there
They scatter at the thunder sound in earthquake orchestration
Volcanoes sound the trumpet of the day
Deep holes punctuate the asphalt windings
People driving straight, inebriated, take no comfort in the hole
Craters occupy the roads
Like Venus, Moon and Mars
There, to be explored, or to avoid, if so inclined
Sober souls are also occupied
The challenge to survive is cumbersome
A friendly reminder of where you are
Ending in a ditch or off a cliff
You might miss a pot hole here and there
They come on subtle like a kiss
Sooner or later they will find you in the dark
And rock you like the craters that they are
Far from home in Costa Rica
Categories:
windings, adventure, anxiety, bird, image,
Form: Free verse
The sun fades towards the west
The loving beauty of our star in sunset is expressed
The majestic mountains expanding past horizon trees and beaches that are by sea caressed
All by the divine power behind the sun are blessed
Any time soon
Appears the blue visage of full moon
It illuminates the mysterious dune
Cool breeze carries sea and mountain fragrance in this transcendent night of June
The sea holy is just a small flower yet hand behind it puts in ecstasies
Because as much as sea holy has many copies
There is only one spirit among hollies
That is extended soul and by it formed neural tree has no boundaries
That neural flame and its version of nonlinearity
It is the testament of this spirits adaptability
And its acuity
But there is more to its dexterity
Soul of the just has many windings
Choosing the right destiny is one of spirit’s of dunes blessings
He can decipher the divine writings
And with it his soul will be as pure as one of wellsprings
Categories:
windings, nature, spiritual, sea, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Envelope life with firm arms,be for it pleasure
windings and uprisings take for measure
inevitables that are thrown down your path
sensibily minded doing the math
for you are that compass you do choose
north east south or west,upto you if you lose.
Paul Beadnall 10/9/11
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name Six Lines of Poetry, Please
Categories:
windings, life,
Form: Rhyme
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Tis yet another Moonless night...
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Within the twine shadow laced
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Cast amid the windings halls
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Of its forelorn Ravens place; these
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Crimsons walls in this, house atop a Hills
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Melancholy maze...
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...“Poetry In Motion” ~
Categories:
windings, introspection
Form: Rhyme
The long, open windings of the dusty road
Seems absurd, like the empty yearnings
Of a parched soul
Which wills to dangle haywire
And be so lackadaisical
Leading to the unseen infinity
In the timeless steps
The egos marching to and fro
Battling by the storms of life
To subside in the zero
Enveloped in the impenetrable ocean of solitude
Where all seems a singular, dark mass of fathomless despair
No beginning, no end
Just a void standstill of the 'I'
That's submerged in the dark glittering darkness.
Categories:
windings, introspectiondark, dark,
Form: Free verse
Day by day I think of him
I see him in the morning
I see him in the night
I even see him in my dreams
What can I do?
Day by day I ask this question
And every time I just sit and doing nothing
Confusing thoughts
To keep him close
Or push away
The ring upon my finger holds me close
And yet my heart is pushing away
Not sure what do
Is this the love I’ve dreamed of?
Or could this just be an illusion
A way to forget the pain
Who really knows?
Sure not me
Could there be some one, something to tell me
Is there a book on love?
No, of course not that would make life easy
If life was easy it would be boring
Who knows, the way I see it we live in trial and error
The only way it seems to work
I really don't know how I feel
I think I love him
But I'm not sure if its love or just a want to belong
Who knows?
Yet day by day my heart breaks more
The pain of the world and the hate in every day life tears it more
The world full of fear and hate
Everyone afraid to get close to someone
Windings up alone in fear of getting hurt
Categories:
windings, confusion, depression, life, day,
Form: Free verse