M-oon
A-gain
R-eveals
Y-onder's
A-ncient
N-ight's
N-ew
A-ura,
V-eiling
E-very
R-adiant
O-utlook,
N-ever
I-n
C-alm
A-byss
G-uiding
U-s
E-tenally
V-ia
A-lways
R-eflective
R-ays
A-bove
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Maryanna Veronica Guevarra)
SEPTEMBER FALLS
See autumn begin in the cooling air of September
Every year that month arrives at summer’s ending
Perhaps for some, it’s time for one to remember
That each of the seasons has a message it’s sending
Every leaf that finally turns red or gold, then falls
Making a statement that the moment has begun
Bare branches above, as they obey nature’s calls
Each with their memories of a warm summer sun
Resigned now to be scattered by cooling breezes
Following in the footsteps of each passing season
And in the cold air, hints of a time that pleases
Leaving a bounty behind as it whispers its reason
Left alone again now to tie up all the loose ends
Soon it will be over when Winter’s chill descends
Summer scintillating with blossoms of purple and gold, while beneath
Umbrella stars, the magic of an enchanting evening takes her breath away
Moon glow above waters, verdant trees that fan the expanse of the sky
Macaron sweet scented air, a chiffon scarf blows in the wind, she sits at the
Edge of the water and prays to the angels above. Please send me someone to
Revere and to love. While the gentle waves lap, curl and cover her, he arrives!
Love at first sight, that is what it was for her, when she first lay eyes on him.
Orbiting her world he smiles and suddenly two celestial bodies meet,
Veering towards each other, long forgotten echoes of the past, heard once again
Eager to conjoin they fuse like sky and ocean, by the eye of a fading sun.
They sent me on a spaceship to walk on this dusty moon
I looked back upon planet Earth which almost made me swoon
I came to meet a Clanger and I hoped I’d meet one soon
But I can’t even find a dragon with a serving spoon
I headed for a mound that looked a little like a dune
To hear their classic whistle would be something of a boon
There and then I’d settle for a smuggled in baboon
Or to find an area where Clanger hair was strewn
But then a flick of dust kicked up but with no whistled tune
I tracked it to a critter that looked like a green raccoon
I asked the creature where the Clangers spend their afternoon
The creature said, “The Clangers live on planet ‘Blue’ you goon.”
I leapt back in my spaceship which was called The Macaroon
A strange name for a spaceship but my monorhyme is oon
I jetted off to ‘Blue’ and I arrived half way through June
And then I met the Clangers and they sold me a balloon
Trudging exhausted, weary and spent
Revolving in an ennui which will not relent
Each step closer to nowhere, be it fast or slow
As days crawl by friends come and they go
Dawn ushers forth a grand gift of renewel
Moon offers solace, serene bright and cool
Inside this cage I sense the light
Lost is my soul, a Sisyphus plight
Let my spirit take flight in the grace of night
August morphs into a hot, humid sauna,
Ushering in the dog days of Summer's end.
Gladiolus, little swords, sway in the breeze,
Under the mid-day heat of a blazing sun.
Soon, the treetops will start flaunting Fall colors,
Transforming green into scarlet and orange.
Languishing within seed was a gigantic tree,
interned through genetic code by the almighty,
furtive, stay buried, to withstand time’s vagary,
ever can human tasks equal this mystery?
streams of ants, leaf flags,will not pause till job done!
Moon shines bright and white, travels over dark night sky,
year recounts seasons as earth spins around the Sun,
streaks of lights like meteors, stop! admire! firefly!
tiny pollens make fruits, invite bees with nectar!
eggs with flimsy shells! but withstand a heavy storm!
rivers hold million lives, flowing miles, mountains far,
innumerable are these wonders out us to charm!
each of us like specks of dust in this universe,
souls unseen tied to God, creation so diverse!
2nd placement
written 05/Dec/ 2020
reformatted to 12 syllables for the contest! 12/12/2020
Life’s Mysteries acrostic poetry contest
John Hamilton sponsored
14 lines with abab, cdcd, efef, gg 12 syllables each line!
Languishing within seed was a gigantic tree,
interned through genetic code by the almighty,
furtive, stay buried, to withstand time’s vagary,
ever can human tasks equal this mystery?
streams of ants, leaf flags,will not pause till job done!
Moon shines bright and white, travels over dark night sky,
year recounts seasons, as earth spins around the Sun,
streaks of lights like meteors, stop! admire! firefly!
tiny pollens make fruits, invite bees with nectar!
eggs with flimsy shells! but withstand a heavy storm!
rivers hold million lives, flowing miles, mountains far,
innumerable are these wonders out us to charm!
each of us like specks of dust in this universe,
souls unseen tied to God, creation so diverse!
2nd placement
written 05/Dec/ 2020
reformatted to 12 syllables per line for the contest! 12/12/2020
Life’s Mysteries acrostic poetry contest
John Hamilton sponsored
14 lines with abab, cdcd, efef, gg 12 syllables each line!
S-un
A-nd
M-oon
U-se
E-ndless
L-ight
T-o
A-maze
Y-our
L-ife
O-nce
R-adiant
C-ircles
O-f
L-ovely
E-agerness
R-ightfully
I-llumine
D-ark
G-ray
E-arth
Topic: Poet (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Fating are the warm days, introducing most
Appetizing cool refreshing reception. Most
Rewarding scent of autumn wood spice.
Entrancing grace of fluttering amber leaves and faint
Waft murmur hum.
Engaging novice playful breeze
Lifting upon the ebbing wave of
Languid pulse to a far-off place.
Traces of summer unmoving,
Obliging fruitful meadows needing to be gleaned.
Scents of ripen gardens and drumming rain on
Umber earth, and bird’s poetic utterance. The Harvest Blue
Moon lighting up the evening sky with
Melancholy hint of shorter days, but the closing
End of Summer
Run and early-evening sunsets.
10/3/2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - ' Contest Info
Sponsored By: Edward Ibeh
1. Farewell To Summer
J-ust let your true faith win
O-ver the woes within,
Y-our hope makes you stay strong,
L-ike an ageless sweet song,
Y-our deep love lets your life
N-egate anger and strife.
S-oon the fresh dawn will break
E-arly to sweep the ache,
R-emain in the warm light,
M-orn has replaced the night,
A-s the shadows are gone,
N-ew horizon is won.
Topic: Birthday of Joylyn Serman (May 05)
Form: Acrosticouplet
SOo
oo
oon
Bre
ak line whe
re i wan'tFo
llo
low slo wly
Have sum f
un finished
miss ing
L....os............................ ................................... ..
In the rabbit hole
i seam to
Bee Imp pressed
Impression never given
Respect strippened
Dragon head clouds fade to tails
as blue blissed moon
cuts the summer haze face
“Even though our time together soon ends, I have a question.
Consider, my Sun, why must we drift apart?
Love is why. Love is what makes us come together, and fall apart.
In the end, you have lives to brighten and I have tides to pull
Perhaps it is better this way, for us to be miles and miles away
Soon enough, Earth will destine us to meet again.”
Eluding me again, you smile and drift away.
~ 5/26/2020
Soon after the prayer with the workers, a debrief
The bare facts stood out: Only one of my five were left!
Only if that person had asked, I might have shared a few
Later, as in nine hours after the act, "given to ailing moms"
Eager to forgive - for I have been favored much - I said so
Nevertheless, that U asked not, confessed not, till found out
Reduces your "brotherhood" as a fellow-preacher Kenny
Obviously I know the SHUTDOWN affects purchasing roses
Surely you knew you wanted to give roses to two mothers
Everyone plans for Mothers Day, not to take other folks' roses
Showcasing your generosity by giving away what is not your's!
NOTE: I have a video of the last ROSE standing ... and I may learn how to post it from my cellphone to www.PoetrySoup.com. Meantime, you have my WORD for this being a true story about my friend, Pastor Kenny, who coveted my roses (Gorgeous Wide Whorls, I must research the exact variety we have in the Eastern Cape of South Africa).
I have walked on the narrow path searching
I have walked on the narrow path singing
I have walked on the narrow path sarching for the truth
that will unite me and you.A truth that is not known
A truth that is absent from the town
A truth that is buried under the ground
No one can unearth it, no one can reveal it
The dust is wrapped up into the snow and
They don't know which way to go,
I have traveled this path before, and I have watched
You walked through the door, my heart was strong
And I waited patiently to sing a new song
And when the time was right I did not put up a fight
You return with a perfect smile, that almost made me cry
You did not say a word but everything was unnerved
The path is clear, and the heavens have much to share
And when the day is done and the sun is on the run
I will relax and enjoy the cool breeze,
and my spirit will be at ease.
The path is clear lets go .
oon to give me another start, a path that
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