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When I Died

When i died, hush bequeathed the Scrabble Board
The once weighty tomes floated off cramped shelves
Whilst married letters argued midst themselves
Phonics quivered sans the vowel adored

O' warm vowel with the prominent dot
Disarrayed lost words bowed their heads and cried
On that sonant solemn day when i died
Shrouding the dot with a forget-me-not

Ill-fated, O' How could i bear such strain
Replaced without heart in a scrabble game
From die to dye, opponents scored higher
Of y's bold encroachment on i's domain

And when i died in Craig, one must exclaim
Replaced by a y, does it create Ire?


Date: 11/04/23
I died poetry contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish

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Art and Prosecco

Nude draped across *Chaise Longue like a pharaoh,
Stained with cheap coffee from the expresso,
Take-outs growing mould beside my cello,
It reads ‘Buyer’s Dream’ on the sale memo,
Landlord shrieks for rent in high *falsetto,
“Maybe next week”, I sing back in *mezzo,
I pour a long-cracked mug of prosecco,
Next doors jazz flows, Nina Simone’s echo,
That paints the canvas bright gold and yellow.


* Chaise Longue – A long chair
* Falsetto – high-range singing voice
* Mezzo – ‘middle” in Italian (middle range for female singers)

07/11/22

Monomixorhyme and Poetry Contest

Sponsor: Hilo Poet

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Floating Above Waves

Floating above waves wept his child
Her arms flailing to sustain life
As fierce currents engulfed and smiled
Tormenting the souls fleeing strife

Frenzied escape from plunged nonlife
On that makeshift vessel they piled
Giving up home, life for a life 
Floating above waves wept his child

Seeking a land of peace, beguiled
He sought hope for daughter and wife
“Your house, safe passage,” was reviled
Her arms flailing to sustain life

Deceit cut his core like a knife
Overloaded goods, pride defiled
No shores for the sound of the Fife
As fierce currents engulfed and smiled

Her sweet voice called, so meek, so mild
Her child innocence drowned in rife 
Touching fingertips, weakness riled
Tormenting the souls fleeing strife

At home, a doctor and mid-wife
Now loud voices and waves reign wild
He was rescued, no afterlife 
Watching her pink scarf undefiled
Floating above waves



In memory of all those who have lost their lives on perilous sea journeys in hope of a better life. 


Date: 02/04/23
Sponsor: Joseph May
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A Parody of Homophones

Come sale with me my suite suite rows,
Wheel flea together in corn rose,
I am your mussel soleful night,
Who byes you flours every knight.

Let’s sing suite melodies til’ horse,
Astride our whether beaten hoarse,
O’ my deerest blew eyed made,
Wee perfect pear, weave got it maid.

Come sale with me to the rivers and veils,
Enjoy the frill of wearing won scent vales,
We will say “May bee’ down buy the key,
Sew, as thyme goes fourth, love is our quay.

The son will shine as we ‘tie the not’,
Eye will sip fine whine, four ewe, may bee knot,
Tide, we hold quays that keep love in cheque,
Hoe deer! Forgot my lute, kindly pay the check!


28/10/22

Homophone Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hat Bueckert

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The Elegance of the Night

When the Moon fell in love with the night,
Her luminous knight held her ebony hand,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight

She wears a crown of constellations, a breath-taking sight,
And as mere mortals sleep, the nocturnal take stand,
When the Moon fell in love with the night

Uncomplaining, never ceasing, then at twilight;
She prepares the blanket of eventide for another land,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight

Infinite awe of wonder, Sylph of boundless flight,
The slumber of sleep waited for majestic command,
When the Moon fell in love with the night

Hypnotic plethora of aura, an observers delight,
A silent phenomenon only her realm can understand,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight

Her regal stillness exulted by the stars and her moonlight,
The allures of our universe, as they came forth to expand,
When the Moon fell in love with the night,
And the Earth twirled with the day out of sight


15/11/22

The Beauty of the Night poem contest

Sponsor: Sotto Poet

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The Making of a Bard

In our times, Shakespeare is finding it hard,
His poised quill and nerves constantly on guard,
The Alehouses serve no mead,*
He can't drive a metal steed,
But, Starbucks Mocha doth maketh the Bard


Date: 26/02/23

Contest: Limerick Poetry Contest

Sponsor: Andrea Deitrich

*Medieval drink comprising of honey

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Ponderings of An Old Bard

Upon my bare bent boughs, the blossoms itch,
‘Tis the high season when pollen count rises, 
So much better when I wore not a stitch, 
Now one's nerve jumps at nasal surprises 

Humans emerge from their winter abode, 
In awe of the plush panoramic rush, 
Foregoing instinctual rambling code, 
Flora slowly chokes below feet that crush 

A summit of Bards I steadfast embark, 
Beneath acrid acidic fall of rain, 
Mini Beasts vie to bite deep through my bark, 
As strained soil struggles to feed its gaunt grain

We ponder, Is Spring not all it may seem? 
Spring with wise Sapiens would be a dream. 

Date: 19 February 2023

Spring is not all Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner

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The Vein of the Quill

Inkwells,
vein of the Quills,
scribing upon parchments,
heavy laden with dark secrets,
blotted


Date: 23/04/23
Traditional Cinquain poetry contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet

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Turkey Jitters

At Christmastide the family felt dread,
As they sat around a fantastic spread,
As dad carved the turkey,
It spoke up quite quirky,
“Do you fancy swopping places instead?”

17/11/22

A Fun Holiday Limerick competition

Tania Kitchin

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A Soft Bitter Slur

Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur, 
As the movie spool ends, silver lights begin to fade,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur

‘The sheer backless organza’ – a red-carpet stir,
The true benefits of fame, featuring a chauffeur and maid,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur

In ‘Wuthering Heights’, the Protagonist connoisseur,
Violated when the ‘Sirs’ want favours repaid, 
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur

Her fluffy companion gives a discontented purr,
Along with diamond wedding rings, her only accolade,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur

Missed out on an award – an offering greater than myrrh,
Behind a painted smile, a cut-throat tool of the trade,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur

Then the dreaded moment, as quick as a blur,
At thirty-five, replaced by youth, promises betrayed,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur.

 
13/11/22

Third Person Villanelle Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins

Third Person Villanelle Contest
Judged: 23/11/22
Writing challenge - X'd poems second chance poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France