The Poetry Contest
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- Joined
- Feb 4, 2005
- Posts
- 23
Please read all poems and vote on your favorite (one) in the poll.
9.Sweet innocence
Such sweet innocence
Pure
Untouched
An ice crystal
A flower
Still in bud
To taste
Such innocence
To touch it
To melt the crystal
With the heat from my fingers
Feed the blossom
Until it blooms
If only I could
Stay
In that moment forever
Where heat meets ice
Where bud trembles
Shivering
As life
Is pumped into its veins
And it unfolds
Its beautiful leaves
A lush
Sweet smelling flower
The melted crystal falls
Hitting the fragile petals
Wet
Like a tear
10. Empty Hands
For empty hands once flowers grew
To paint small fingers in pastels
As chalk dust prints appeared on veils
And watercolor stained a robe
It washes out, yet still remains
A hint of sun that fades at night.
As petals tumble to hillsides
Small artist on their palettes nod
And dream of blossom’s fleeting hues
As they trickle though empty hands.
11. Restoration
Pale pieces of me faded
into an empty landscape
until I closed my eyes.
Over black his voice painted
fresh vision from a palette
of shared memories. Blue eyes
blended with green to see
the sunberry smear juicy
kisses across the sky, sticking
the clouds to the horizon.
Our fingers filtered dripping
rays that dyed my dress
a deeper red. And in the mossy
damp we bathed our feet
in blossom bubbles that floated
on the breeze. The wind is blue
today he whispered and placed
a flower in my hand.
Open your eyes and see.
12. Mable Sue
"Abner get over here,"
Daisy May shrilled a snear.
Tap slide tap slide tap slide
"What is it?"
"This."
"What is it?"
"That!"
"WHAT?" Abner yells.
"Shhh ..."
jest a security officer
'not so kind'
while pointing to the
'please be quiet' sign.
"That ... ain't that Mary Ann's neice,
Mable Sue, who married the priest?"
"Where?"
"There!" Pointing her bent with age finger.
"That?"
"Yes!"
Abner pulls his bifocals up and leans in for a
better look. "Hell, I don't know," Abner replys,
steadys his cane and adjusts his eyes.
"Well, I say it is."
"Okay Daisy May, you say so."
Abner patronizes.
"Well you remember
she went on that Church retreat
over there in those Black Hills
something or another creek,
got them there sticker burs on her feet?'
"Yep," Abner agreed.
"She told us about how those blue flowers
were scattered
like blue soggy M & Ms everywhere."
"Yep"
"Looks like a storm was a comin'
that's why the sky is
a yellow and orange."
"Yep"
"She wore that red dress last Christmas,
remember?"
"Yep"
"I'd recognize that pale complexion
black hair and dimple indention,
anywhere."
Daisy May snared.
"It could be her twin sister, Sue Mable,"
Abner grinned.
"Nope, Sue Mable didn't make that trip,
she was working that summer
as a waitress for tips."
"Yep, your right,"
Abner replied.
"Wait till I get home
and call Mary Ann on the phone
and tell her that her
neice has got a picture
hanging in the
Fine Art Museum."
"Oh No, she'll be up here demanding
the Paintings negative or something,"
Abner barked.
"Oh your right Abner, she'll cause a fuss for sure.
Spect' we best keep this to ourselves."
"Yep."
click clop tap slide click clop tap slide
"It would be nice to tell folks
we got some body famous
in our family though,
don't you think Abner?"
"What ever you think Dear."
click clop tap slide click clop tap slide
"Well, look'y there Daisy May,
a picture of you,"
Abner spew.
"Oh, then why does it say,
Mona Lisa's Smile?"
"Well it looks like you,"
Abner looks confussed.
"That ain't no smile,
wonder why she don't smile bigger?"
Daisy May barks her verbal trigger.
"Well dear, if she's like you
maybe her dentures don't stay in straight."
"Oh quite right Abner,
you always were a quick thinker."
click clop
tap slide
click clop
tap slide
13. Maiden Haiku
Musing wintered maid
Dew licked toes tango darkly
Pregnant dreams within
14.Belonging
Too long I linger
in the lovely
Lit erotic garden
is it any wonder, though?
when my heavy handed pen
bleeds me
exposing my deficiencies,
self-imposed inadequacies
and maims my spirit
until worthless
and deformed
a flawless flower lifts me
needs me
complements my poetry,
inspires creativity
names my beauty
until hope
is restored
no longer am I
just another
ordinary blue flower
transcendent moment
soul redemption
15.Katrina's Song
You know it is true, the afternoon shadow
and unique, because fleeting, the alliance
of light, of your body, of the slender hope.
Life does not repeat through empty space
nor will a breath retaken taste the same
rain that rains once won't ever rain again.
Don't fear the pain evermore and its rhythm
nor wish for blue sequins laid on your mantle
truth burns differently when it comes to view.
Don't fear, above all, the parallel, the abyssal planes
stand before the tear dropped before the web woven
words don't reverberate, nor the song fades from you.
16. Lucky Charm
In a field of flowers blue
pretty as a sunrise
orange and yellow air
a tango breeze danced
through long, jet black hair.
A stop sign in an ocean
of black bladed grass
heart beats excited
pitter patter pondering
through a field
with no paths.
Rolling hills of night shade
playground and teacher
tossing a blue flower
a lucky charm
that makes your soul richer.
Faith in beauty
for magical things
overwhelming feelings
a little blue flower brings.
Youth explores
a great big world
a young mind molding
unshielded from harm
a little girl
has her magical
lucky charm
9.Sweet innocence
Such sweet innocence
Pure
Untouched
An ice crystal
A flower
Still in bud
To taste
Such innocence
To touch it
To melt the crystal
With the heat from my fingers
Feed the blossom
Until it blooms
If only I could
Stay
In that moment forever
Where heat meets ice
Where bud trembles
Shivering
As life
Is pumped into its veins
And it unfolds
Its beautiful leaves
A lush
Sweet smelling flower
The melted crystal falls
Hitting the fragile petals
Wet
Like a tear
10. Empty Hands
For empty hands once flowers grew
To paint small fingers in pastels
As chalk dust prints appeared on veils
And watercolor stained a robe
It washes out, yet still remains
A hint of sun that fades at night.
As petals tumble to hillsides
Small artist on their palettes nod
And dream of blossom’s fleeting hues
As they trickle though empty hands.
11. Restoration
Pale pieces of me faded
into an empty landscape
until I closed my eyes.
Over black his voice painted
fresh vision from a palette
of shared memories. Blue eyes
blended with green to see
the sunberry smear juicy
kisses across the sky, sticking
the clouds to the horizon.
Our fingers filtered dripping
rays that dyed my dress
a deeper red. And in the mossy
damp we bathed our feet
in blossom bubbles that floated
on the breeze. The wind is blue
today he whispered and placed
a flower in my hand.
Open your eyes and see.
12. Mable Sue
"Abner get over here,"
Daisy May shrilled a snear.
Tap slide tap slide tap slide
"What is it?"
"This."
"What is it?"
"That!"
"WHAT?" Abner yells.
"Shhh ..."
jest a security officer
'not so kind'
while pointing to the
'please be quiet' sign.
"That ... ain't that Mary Ann's neice,
Mable Sue, who married the priest?"
"Where?"
"There!" Pointing her bent with age finger.
"That?"
"Yes!"
Abner pulls his bifocals up and leans in for a
better look. "Hell, I don't know," Abner replys,
steadys his cane and adjusts his eyes.
"Well, I say it is."
"Okay Daisy May, you say so."
Abner patronizes.
"Well you remember
she went on that Church retreat
over there in those Black Hills
something or another creek,
got them there sticker burs on her feet?'
"Yep," Abner agreed.
"She told us about how those blue flowers
were scattered
like blue soggy M & Ms everywhere."
"Yep"
"Looks like a storm was a comin'
that's why the sky is
a yellow and orange."
"Yep"
"She wore that red dress last Christmas,
remember?"
"Yep"
"I'd recognize that pale complexion
black hair and dimple indention,
anywhere."
Daisy May snared.
"It could be her twin sister, Sue Mable,"
Abner grinned.
"Nope, Sue Mable didn't make that trip,
she was working that summer
as a waitress for tips."
"Yep, your right,"
Abner replied.
"Wait till I get home
and call Mary Ann on the phone
and tell her that her
neice has got a picture
hanging in the
Fine Art Museum."
"Oh No, she'll be up here demanding
the Paintings negative or something,"
Abner barked.
"Oh your right Abner, she'll cause a fuss for sure.
Spect' we best keep this to ourselves."
"Yep."
click clop tap slide click clop tap slide
"It would be nice to tell folks
we got some body famous
in our family though,
don't you think Abner?"
"What ever you think Dear."
click clop tap slide click clop tap slide
"Well, look'y there Daisy May,
a picture of you,"
Abner spew.
"Oh, then why does it say,
Mona Lisa's Smile?"
"Well it looks like you,"
Abner looks confussed.
"That ain't no smile,
wonder why she don't smile bigger?"
Daisy May barks her verbal trigger.
"Well dear, if she's like you
maybe her dentures don't stay in straight."
"Oh quite right Abner,
you always were a quick thinker."
click clop
tap slide
click clop
tap slide
13. Maiden Haiku
Musing wintered maid
Dew licked toes tango darkly
Pregnant dreams within
14.Belonging
Too long I linger
in the lovely
Lit erotic garden
is it any wonder, though?
when my heavy handed pen
bleeds me
exposing my deficiencies,
self-imposed inadequacies
and maims my spirit
until worthless
and deformed
a flawless flower lifts me
needs me
complements my poetry,
inspires creativity
names my beauty
until hope
is restored
no longer am I
just another
ordinary blue flower
transcendent moment
soul redemption
15.Katrina's Song
You know it is true, the afternoon shadow
and unique, because fleeting, the alliance
of light, of your body, of the slender hope.
Life does not repeat through empty space
nor will a breath retaken taste the same
rain that rains once won't ever rain again.
Don't fear the pain evermore and its rhythm
nor wish for blue sequins laid on your mantle
truth burns differently when it comes to view.
Don't fear, above all, the parallel, the abyssal planes
stand before the tear dropped before the web woven
words don't reverberate, nor the song fades from you.
16. Lucky Charm
In a field of flowers blue
pretty as a sunrise
orange and yellow air
a tango breeze danced
through long, jet black hair.
A stop sign in an ocean
of black bladed grass
heart beats excited
pitter patter pondering
through a field
with no paths.
Rolling hills of night shade
playground and teacher
tossing a blue flower
a lucky charm
that makes your soul richer.
Faith in beauty
for magical things
overwhelming feelings
a little blue flower brings.
Youth explores
a great big world
a young mind molding
unshielded from harm
a little girl
has her magical
lucky charm
