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Below are the all-time best Wendy Watson poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Another Day Safe From the Harvester's Jaws

Out of the burrows and hedges and dreys
Heads came a bobbing in frantic relays.
Rumours were twittered and grunted and squealed:
‘The Harvester’s coming to furrow the field!’
The moles and the voles and the rabbits and hares
All hurried and scurried and scattered in pairs.
The hedgehogs and ladybirds, pheasants and shrews
Did all that they could to distribute the news.
Then all made a dash for old wise badger’s sett;
The only safe refuge in face of the threat.
There, in the deep hollow they felt the vibration
They shivered and shuddered in great trepidation.
The thrumming and thundering monster machine
Soon passed overhead and then all was serene.
And out of the hollow came heads, tails and paws
Another day safe from the harvester’s jaws!


 Most recently entered into 'Your Best Rhyme Poem That Is Trophy Worthy Contest 3 Poetry Contest' sponsored by Tania Kitchin - 05.10.19

I chose this poem because not only is it one of my personal favourites, but to this day, I've no idea where all these little creatures came from! Written early on in my poetic endeavours, it made me appreciate fully the amazing powers of the imagination!


'A rattling rhyme contest' sponsored by Nina Parmenter
12/08/18

04/12/18
'I cannot believe I wrote that Poetry contest' : sponsored by Nina Parmenter

Your Choice,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest : sponsored by Brian Strand

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The Cross

How can it be that He who knew no sin
Should suffer searing pain upon the cross
And crowned with mocking thorns which pierced his skin
Exchange love’s purity for mankind’s dross?

Why did deep darkness cloak the trembling land
As, crucified He gasped His final breath?
And was it cruel fate or ever planned
That thus the Prince of peace should meet His death?

No accident, but God’s amazing grace
Allowed this act of sacrificial pain.
For Jesus bore God’s judgement in our place
That everlasting life might be our gain.

The cross is where the wounds of sin were healed
And through Christ’s anguish man's salvation sealed.

Date Written : 27.02.19
The cross	N/A 	A Meaningful Poem - 	Constance La France	4/24/2021

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The Wounds of War

Dear Mother, should my footsteps never tread
The pathway which would lead to your embrace,
Know this, though many words were left unsaid,
Your love has pierced the darkness of this place.

I cannot lie and least of all to you,
My mind is frail, and body's wracked with pain.
I tremble as destruction sounds anew
And blinding terror strikes this bleak terrain.

Incessant haunting screams assault the mind,
And sights I've witnessed which I'll ne'er forget.
Scarred men lie bleeding, rendered lame and blind
Their troubled souls with thoughts of death beset.

And how my weary spirit yearns to roam
Through country meadows leading me back home.



07/01/19

'War sonnet poetry contest' : Sponsored by: Mark Massey

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The Red Wheelbarrow

The old red wheelbarrow is still standing there
right next to my Grandfather’s fixed rocking chair.
Though neither has moved in a good many years
their presence revives former  laughter and tears.

As children, my Grandfather placed us inside
the bright red wheelbarrow and off we would ride.
Down rough country tracks to the orchard we’d go
returning with plentiful apples in tow.

I once asked my Grandfather why it was red,
‘That was your Gran's favourite colour’ he said.
And red were the roses he laid by the side
of the grave where he mourned for his beautiful bride.

When Grandfather died, I just hadn't the heart
to cast on the scrap heap his rusty red cart.
And so by his rocking chair it shall remain
to take me on journeys down memory lane.




06/08/18

For Your Poetry Journal 	Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings

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Shell Shock

She held a seashell to her ear
But heard no soothing sea,
Just choking gasps of life caught in
An ocean of debris.

05.11.19


Bite Size Poem No.38 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier

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Linger Awhile, Sweet Summer

Why should one wish the days to pass
Of lush and verdant meadow grass
And butterflies with stained glass wings
Which autumn's burnished hues outclass? 

A summer breeze revives the mind
As worldly cares are left behind
And gentle waves of lapping seas
Coax weary bodies to unwind.

Await the golden harvest grain
But may lips linger once again
On luscious strawberries' sweet delight;
Resplendent fruit of summer's reign.

Life's hourglass is finely planned
Why hasten on the grains of sand?
Let scented roses fill the air
And summer's splendour take its stand.


03/10/18

The dog days endure contest : Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden

N/A 	Second Chances N-A Poems From My Contests Only Part I 	Chantelle Anne Cooke September 2020

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The Lonely Plobawobby

In a pond beside a meadow
Where the slime and algae gurgle
Dwells a lonely Plobawobby
Lurking deep in murky waters.
There in sludgy weedication
All day long alone he shroudles
While the crested newts and leeches
Dragonflies and slimy slaters,
Wigglies, damselflies and skaters
Cresticate the water's riches.
But at night when all is silent
And no living thing is stirring
You may glimpse a Plobawobby
Slowly rise up to the surface
And upon a waterlily
Contemplate the sylphry moon.


27.03.20

Inky Dinky Parlay Voo Poetry Contest - sponsored by Caren Krutsinger N/A
(1 original, poem on the theme of anything you want but you have to make up some silly words and throw them in without explanation of what they mean)

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A Grateful Heart

From heaven's splendid throne above
You show the world abundant love.
For daily breath and length of days
Oh Lord, I bring you thanks and praise.

You fill my senses with delight
I thank you for the gift of sight.
For wonders which enthrall my gaze
Oh Lord, I bring you thanks and praise.

For music which in me abounds
And life's melodic, joyful sounds
Your love continues to amaze
Oh Lord, I bring you thanks and praise.

You sent your Son to die for me
And set my burdened spirit free.
To you my grateful prayers I raise
Oh Lord, I bring you thanks and praise.

13.01.20

In Praise Of God Poetry Contest - sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
N/A Favourite Poem from January 2020  3/11/2020 
N/A Rerun 5 Poetry Contest -sponsored by John Hamilton

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Dutiful Dawn

Dutiful dawn awaits the radiant sun
Clothed in her mantle daubed with streaks of light.
And faithful to the course which life must run,
Receives the baton from retreating night.

Remote yet not alone, for down below
Creation is preparing to rejoice.
Faint silhouettes of trees begin to show,
And birdsong swells to greet her in full voice.

The precious golden orb will soon arise
And dawn prepares to slowly slip away.
A blush of pink expands across the skies;
The sun cuts through at last - a brand new day.

This gift of new beginnings should impart
A sense of awe in every human heart.


'2019 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement': sponsored by Mark Toney
submitted on April 1st 2019

 April 2019 Premier 6,Any Form ,Any Theme ,Upto A Max Of 14( F O U R T E E N) Lines Poetry Contest : sponsored by Brian Strand

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Titanic

They hailed her as the empress of the waves
Supreme upon the ocean’s vast domain,
Yet those who watched her launch, and bid ‘Godspeed’,
Could never have foreseen her fleeting reign.

She left Southampton heading for New York;
The sky above was somewhat overcast.
Such hopes and dreams were riding on her bow,
But this first voyage proved to be her last.

The pinnacle of luxury and ease
Awaited wealthy passengers on board,
Whilst crystal chandeliers to music swayed,
A toast to life was raised and champagne poured.

On lower decks the entertainment lacked
Yet children made the most of little space.
Locked heavy gates were purposed to divide
And keep the third-class steerage in their place.

But when disaster struck the glacial path
And frozen waters threatened souls of men,
Proud opulence and rank would count as naught;
Humanity was equal once again.

25/03/19

 Titanic - Fare Thee Well Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Tom Woody
'2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 27' : sponsored by Mark Toney

A Noteworthy Ship Poetry Contest : sponsored by Robert James Liguori