sturdy foundations shake
mountains look down on the storm ~
silent grace blooms bright
As an emerald, ruby, and sapphire,
You are most meticulously adorned.
Beyond boundless sacred zeniths higher
With Him, you are gloriously enthroned.
You, in His sight, are a mystic treasure.
You're more precious than the most precious gem.
His love for you is beyond all measure.
Aren't you above the creational helm?
There's merged in you His image and likeness.
It's this that makes you a unique jewel.
You're made to partake in His holiness.
In Him, like pure pearl in a shell, you dwell.
The not so joyful day
a blessful coming day evening faithful going heretic in joylessness kind lamps mimicked nuansence openly parts ***** rest subtly timely upon value watery xeroxing your zeniths
Now aubade has gone
and the day has spun its spun
A jolt of twilight wakens
the nothingness to come
No more rises or zeniths
no future for the sun
only the shocking truth of knowing
When life’s done it’s done
For death can never be destroyed or undone
Hollowed out inside, oblivion’s rotten void
Permanence beset with no upside
But the twilight jolts again
A curve appears across night’s end
a qualm of uncertainty, another bend
If not the sun
If not the son
None becomes more than the sum
A doubt has arisen through death’s prism
I feel… I feel…
Damn I feel so close
Just like in life… I’m somewhere… almost!
How bewitchingly does the night-time lie...!
Stars, like thousand glowworms glow in a stream
Golden moon shines gorgeous on zeniths high
Times, sweet secrets within, sleepily dream
Stars, like thousand glowworms glow in a stream
Clouds, as though lost their identity, hide
Times, sweet secrets within, sleepily dream
Breeze, gentle, betwixt sleeping buds does slide
Clouds, as though lost their identity, hide
Golden moon shines gorgeous on zeniths high
Breeze, gentle, betwixt sleeping buds does slide
How bewitchingly does the night-time lie...!
27 August 2022
Pantoum - Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Anecdotes all arousing my head
breathless begging to be your best
carefully caressing your caramel skin
ditching the deep ditches of dolor
enveloping the ever-present eerie aura
faithfully faking the smile on my face
glamorizing the greatness of giving
helping the halos of doubt in my head
idolizing your individuality and independence
joking about jumbled thoughts creating a jittery feeling
kites of your kindness kindling a wind
loving every little thing you do
memorizing the many lines on your memorable face
not caring about nefarious nettles that pierce me
ornating odysseys of our past
picturing a perfect picture of us play
questioning why I ever had quixotic questions
rising ricochets of rampant tears
setting sails of the ship of our love
touching thoughts twisting in the air
utilizing every unexpected moment we have together
vacillating the value of valor
wandering eyes over the warm waters of your eyes
xenial relationships and the feel of your xilinous skin
yearning for the youngblood of yesterday
zoning into zeniths of zeal
Marches in the month of March,
Mud fertile; does water parch?
Grass green; moss grows immodest,
Spring harbingers great gladness august...!
Lustrous sun climbs zeniths high!
Modestly nude flowers shy!
Buds that shut questions beget,
Springing of Spring philosophies set...!
Winter's weights winningly gone,
Prickles of summer unknown;
Saint Patrick's Day now at hand,
We join hands with the march of Ireland...!
Plants, trees, flowers, fruits rejoice,
Each soul, in March, has its choice;
Before month May mar its joys,
Make March to march in with total poise...!
05 March 2022
snow-topped zeniths rise
iced water softly shuffles…
sky a grumpy shade
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written: March 3rd, 2022
H Forms - Traditional Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Alternating with awe and amazement
Belief breathes blessings, brilliant and bright
Calming, creative and colorful – so calm
Dreaming of dainty, delicate delights
Endlessly eager to eliminate evil
Friendly and full of feelings so faithful
Graceful, giving, glorifying God
Hopeful, heartening, a happy heart
Inspiring imaginations and insights
Joyfully jabbering with jaded jests
Keeping kindness with a keener kaleidoscope
Loving, living, laughing, lighting lives
Making music, melodies to make merry
Noels, nativities and needs being nurtured
Open odes and olive branches offered
Promises of peace, prosperity and praise
Quiet and quaint quotes on queries
Reflections and reminders of rare rhymes
Silent sounds, silvery and soft
Truths and talents tempting all to be thankful
Ultimately, using those in unbelievable unions
Visiting vibrant thoughts on velvety vistas
Wise and warm, welcoming worthy souls
Xerically xenogeny brought to xerophilous
Younger in years than in yawning yarns
Zestful zealots who live in heart zeniths
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
POEM TYPE: Abecedarian
2. angel
December 8, 2021
The bullfrog leads to a croaking sound.
Haunting the summertime downpour.
It's once entirely stumped in an emerald.
Streams with a distorted side outdoor.
My angling bar is imploring for my name.
Across the short zeniths and into a valley.
Squirrels adore a fabulous time romping tame.
Mother swamp frog lives in this vicinity.
The ground uncovers tardy deer tracks.
Thither they made a hilt break for breakfast.
Day Lily embraces me with a hello clack.
Orange toned sprinkled across the floor crust.
Crown spurs are conveyed by a blackberry.
Repeating calves cry someplace in the distance.
Falcons are swooping in to catch prey in the sea.
Spurring of the mountain's life excellence
Written: November 18, 2021
Beware of the Brain-eaters, the Logic-disbelievers, the Beat-clippers.
They come on Halloween to thumb their noses at the sky dippers.
Big Dipper sends eighteen master witches to give them a star.
Little Dipper distances himself, hiding his end rays in Zeniths black jar.
Brain-eaters will go after your dendrite fields and steal the connectors.
Logic-disbelievers will annihilate red cells and change them to vectors.
Beat-clippers will hunt you, jump on your head and take you down.
You will laugh yourself into oblivion and maybe even soil your gown.
So, beware children, beware I tell you now.
The weird ones are out there, and I tell you good and how.
They will catch you and stomp you and take bites out of your skin.
So, run while you can; to stand still would be a real sin.
Can a god build walls on the horizon
Hang chandeliers from zeniths above
Let the ocean drain into the nadir
Turn platitudes of doubt into love
Can a god look west, to watch sunrise
Go back in time, see humanity evolve
Walk barefoot across the suns corona
Make reason, meaningless to resolve
Can a god bring order to happenstance
See through charades of pantomime
Grow vaccines on earths magnetic field
With a mere thought, distinguish design
Can a god travel faster than light speed
Cross our galaxy, in the blink of an eye
Throw caution to the winds of tomorrow
Leave us dumbstruck for pondering why
Can a god see through endless darkness
Bring a smile to a heartbroken face
Take delusion, and banish it forever
Whisper in a dying ear, your soul is safe
Can a god truly answer all questions
Is it meaningless to pen poems of trial
If a god comforts through your prayers
Who am I, to cast doubt or denial
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Prompt word No7 Zenith 05/12/21
conjure cumulus frost bitten clouds
blinding billows sculptured shrouds
zeniths growing burgeoning flowers
amplified pulsing pastel towers
cotton confections mountainous might
splendiferous altars vestal white
veiled vapors frosty smoke
cumulus canvas draws cloud gazing folk
consider cumulus frost-bitten clouds
curious billows sporting fluffy shrouds
zeniths growing, burgeoning powers
forming glorious looming towers
hyperboles design brief distortions
comic sketches of monstrous proportions
colliding cotton, silvery might
enormous collections, wondrous white
cryptic constructions, icy smoke
cumulus clouds lure sky-eyeing folk
hewn works mimic stunning sculpture
structures wrought from counterculture
conjure cumulus frost-bitten clouds
curious billows sporting fluffy shrouds
zeniths growing, burgeoning powers
forming glorious looming towers
hyperboles design brief distortions
comic sketches of monstrous proportions
cotton confections silvery might
splendiferous altars vestal white
cryptic vaporized icy smoke
cumulus clouds lure sky-gazing folk
hewn works mimic stunning sculpture
structures wrought by a counterculture
collaborations of Monet and Mozart
celestial etchings artisan art
secular symphonies marked by the measure
concertos performed with style at leisure
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