The immortal wind wakens, blows and whispers
to the wynd of trees as they are wickedly uprooted
and move in confusion across the countryside in complete chaos.
Their roots scornful and unbelieving uplifted from unrest
and upheaval from their unyielding ground.
The water spans and stand, bend, and rise as Poseidon,
the god who watches with wild wonder the sea;
lift up its waves and waver and waives a forcing force
hold in mighty waves against the sand.
Then, all comes to a calm as the land sits silent from its fear
by the water's edge.
4/4/2019
Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems)' Contest Info
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Wynd - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wynd
A wynd is typically a narrow lane between houses
Categories:
wynd, mythology, water,
Form: Alliteration
English is a widely used language
wherever you travel, it's found
So isn't it just a little ironic
that we English go mess it around.
The alley between rows of houses round here
is commonly known as a 'gitty'
but elsewhere a 'snicket', 'twitchel' or 'wynd'
and yet they're all the same, mores the pity.
A bread roll's a' bap' or a 'stottie'
a 'bun' or a 'nudger' or 'barm'
so why can't they call it a 'cob' like we do
surely that will not cause any harm.
The toilet's a 'Netty' or 'throne room',
a 'cludgie' or down here, 'the bog'
so to save any further confusion why not
just go do it outside like a dog.
To learn different words and new cultures
they say that you must travel far,
but if you live here in the United Kingdom
don't panic- just stay right where you are.
Categories:
wynd, humor, words,
Form: Rhyme
Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see;
here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear,
whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail-
tale upp inn the ayre! This should make gneiss tail
two tel wen eye get holm. Butt now theirs too
blew wales inn wiaves- there water spouts just blue!
Whether getting worse, kneed two sea weather
it's my thyme too lieve since wynd now blows it’s
grate, whiled sounds awl across the see, witch great
allowed and shriek. Could bee, I’m knot aloud
write hear two stay- dew knot want gnus too right,
“Sum man fell inn the see and payed the some
witch cost his life from storms angry whiled which.”
Week legs mite make mi sync and fall; eh weak
wood pass before they fined mi with eh would
bored inn my grippe from roe boat beet and board
bye waives and whild wynds that kame and flue buy.
Eye no, its thyme too lieve, cum back wen aye
cee com, and eye can stay eh wile two sea
wails jump inn waives without the wynd’s whiled whales.
April 7, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: Only Homo’s Allowed
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Judged: 04/30/2015
(Homophones)
Categories:
wynd, imagery, nonsense, word play,
Form: Free verse
am lonely
over 35
and beginning to extract
something from the inner
core pertaining to wisdom
rebirth
and true vision of peaceful blueness.
I too
am in the process of breathing
through this apparatus that We
call reality,
the blue bird's song,
the rain on windows,
the wynd,
the willows...the bland white - ness
of fresh starched pillows.
...I blow and billow with the birds,
the rain,
It All...
then, I peer behind...
and all I feel, is You...
Categories:
wynd, introspection
Form: Light Verse
Thir montins that stooid beffoir me
Ma lassie milk soumes breasts
Ah leid upoun heir ballye ye sei
Fir the displey uv heir peaks are the best
Ma lassie ballye moves up and doon
As the watters on the occeane
Bwte thir fyrmeness if ma lassie’s mounds
And ma lassie’s nosthrils blaw betwixt them a coul wynd
Ah knou theer ayre seevan wondirs
Thir warld is prude tae shaw
Bwte thir onis thit ah laye undyr
Na oni ells wull evir knou
Original poem:
The mountains that stood before me
Her creamy white breasts
I lay upon a belly you see
For the view of her summits are the best
Her belly moves up and down
As the waters on the seas
But the stillness of her mounds
And her nostrils blow between them a cool breeze
I know there are seven wonders
The world it proud to show
But the ones that I lay under
No one else will ever know
(Sista's Bloody Sista's/ England, Scotland, Wales & Ireland. Deborah Guzzi contest)
Categories:
wynd, love
Form: Rhyme
I dream in arcane blue
As stars, begin to shine
In sleep, I feel your love
As hearts, entwine in grace
I touch the night above.
I dream in arcane blue
Of days that fled the moon
In hope that I will find
The one to stand my side
And walk the same long wynd.
I dream in arcane blue
Then skip to clouds on high
Embrace the lights that shine
Within the pulse of night
And know my hand is thine.
I dream in arcane blue
Oh Goddess queen of all
Thy love has made me one
A torch upon my path
A life now free and done.
Form: Monchielle
Categories:
wynd, faithdream, dream,
Form: I do not know?