Poetry competition CLOSED 30th May 2021 5:46pm
WINNER
slipalong
slipalong
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE!
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
#15
acappella songs
4. song for my daughters
‘tween orchid petals
and a sweet, fresh rose,
they strew love’s glow to
bless my deep repose.
compelling eyes of
virtue, peace, and mirth
dissect life clues sprung
from time’s vital earth.
my soul in them, cast
from deep ebon roots,
bones of my bone, dreams
bourn of golden shoots.
© Copyright 2021 May 06
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
#16
acappella songs
5. song for my son
unnumbered footsteps
linger where i have trod;
follow my precepts—
walk not through flames unshod.
where i have faltered,
be resolute and kind;
leave naught unaltered,
to bring sight to the blind.
look to the mountains:
be not content to drown
beneath sad fountains,
tho slain oft by fate’s frown.
© Copyright 2021 May 06
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
War and Peace
16/31
As they are tied inexorably
the bride and groom of destiny
death to glorify
a quiet stem that peace provides
As they are tied inexorably
the bride and groom of destiny
death to glorify
a quiet stem that peace provides
Written by slipalong
Go To Page
I did no make it home on time to post, so this is my May 17 entry:
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
#17
acappella songs
6. song for my sisters
sibling help nurses
ultra-modern mini-moms
who bear the surplus
flow from home’s maternal hands
guardians of deep secrets
hiders of imprudent wrongs
lifting each weight that
to the young green ones belongs
your gallop is the
horse’s regal lightning strength
your destiny is
earth’s full reach in breadth and length
© Copyright 2021 May 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
Ache
17/31
The mirage of a vision lost
digging, clearing off old friendships dust
that laid on shelves, smelled of must
breaking through dementia's crust
The mirage of a vision lost
digging, clearing off old friendships dust
that laid on shelves, smelled of must
breaking through dementia's crust
Written by slipalong
Go To Page
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
#18
acappella songs
7. song for my brothers
somewhere between
two pillars firmly stood
never unkeen
decrypting ill from good
bruises and cuts
common blood-bonds of youth
maybes and buts
inconsequential truth
they eagle-flown flown
abiding i at home
world-fame unknown
penchantless-quest to roam
our father’s name
a heritage of pride
knighted the same
how severally we ride!
© Copyright 2021 May 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
Just cruising
18 /31
I dropped the gangplank
welcomed you on board,
To gorge, hold nothing in reserve
Indulge in treats, feast like a lord
The mooring ropes that tied
but you broke free and I capsized
waterlogged, and scarred
my heart, it sank
I dropped the gangplank
welcomed you on board,
To gorge, hold nothing in reserve
Indulge in treats, feast like a lord
The mooring ropes that tied
but you broke free and I capsized
waterlogged, and scarred
my heart, it sank
Written by slipalong
Go To Page
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
#19
acappella songs
8. song for my friends
between the cracks of life
where fall unguarded faith,
the world abounds in strife
importunate to death.
there, mercy-drops like rain,
of kindliness and love
pour out their sweet refrain
where friendship cords are wove.
the world were such a faceless wilderness,
if friends did not my errant living bless.
© Copyright 2021 May 08
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
T minus 10 and counting
19/31
It speeds, breathing trails of vapour
destined into to great unknown
a dot fading in the telescope
to orbit somewhere far from home
fickle destiny with bride eloped
a wave, a kiss, a rodeo would be safer
It speeds, breathing trails of vapour
destined into to great unknown
a dot fading in the telescope
to orbit somewhere far from home
fickle destiny with bride eloped
a wave, a kiss, a rodeo would be safer
Written by slipalong
Go To Page
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
#20
acappella songs
9. song for my enemies
desiring more to be
your hopeful friend
than bidding you seek an
inglorious end,
what compromise light may
with darkness reach
is worth life-lessons times
divinely teach.
endeavoring to love,
honour, forgive,
let wisdom terminate
death; only live
as, weaponless, my hand
embraces peace,
so spirits radical
may angst release.
© Copyright 2021 May 09
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
Echoes
21/31
Concrete escarpment's, the airless city blocks
haunting like a mocking bird
screams falling from between the cracks
phased doppler, ringing, fading fast
The twang of cupid's bow erupts
zing with speeding needs
implants, fertile ground to cut
Hopes thrown out, how incomplete
repeat to fade, in that air- lock
Concrete escarpment's, the airless city blocks
haunting like a mocking bird
screams falling from between the cracks
phased doppler, ringing, fading fast
The twang of cupid's bow erupts
zing with speeding needs
implants, fertile ground to cut
Hopes thrown out, how incomplete
repeat to fade, in that air- lock
Written by slipalong
Go To Page
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
#21
i hunger
a rhymed, mirrored octet
i
h u n g e r
sorely t h i r s t
f o r righteousness
waiting to be filled
to the o v e r f l o w i n g
every soul thirsting for peace
in the d e s e r t-blast finds treasure
earthly wisdom cannot measure
o to fashion sweet release
from the pain of knowing
how life-blood is spilled
whom He shall bless
need not, cursed,
l o n g e r
d i e
© Copyright 2021 May 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
Planet earth ( pictured in you minds eye!)
22/31
Planet earth, once did calmly sit
mankind, did as he saw fit
dirt is the mud that sticks
terra firma, dig deep pits
the cracks and splits
ocean's full of plastic shit
forest razed to blackened sticks
inheritance, its credentials, spotlessness
mankind, promotes the blitz
the pristine; Blown to Bits
Planet earth, once did calmly sit
mankind, did as he saw fit
dirt is the mud that sticks
terra firma, dig deep pits
the cracks and splits
ocean's full of plastic shit
forest razed to blackened sticks
inheritance, its credentials, spotlessness
mankind, promotes the blitz
the pristine; Blown to Bits
Written by slipalong
Go To Page
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
#22
morning serenade
a rhymed, mirrored octet
when
morning
comes again
and the hills are
elegant with praise,
settle i beside you,
while fresh buttercups, abloom
with songs joyful serenade us,
reveling we in love’s surplus.
shall late-twilight hours resume
when we lose the sky-blue?
let the purple haze
of night’s radar
leash its rain-
spilling
pen.
© Copyright 2021 May 12
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
POST-NaPo21 MAY CHALLENGE
#23
into a song
a rhymed, mirrored octet
pen
i now
a n octet;
barely worthy
for a precious friend,
every word transforming
e m p t i n e s s into a song.
redefine the w o r l d f o r e v e r:
let its mood and tone d e l i v e r
where the joys of life belong,
that no f a t e alarming
may her sunshine rend,
more the p i t y
to f o r g e t
love’s vow
t h e n.
© Copyright 2021 May 15
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
W/C=50
