Poetry competition CLOSED 14th May 2022 2:30pm
WINNER
Anonymous
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RUNNERS-UP:
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ART SERIES Andrew Gonzales
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The Dear of Delta
Gentle thoughts ground me down
nature and peace
does she remind me
kindness and compassion
she does invoke
The Dear of Delta reminds me
As I walk through the wood
I think of thoughts of peace
As I hear the dangerous sounds
I know I am unguarded
yet I am protected
The Dear of Delta reminds me
With softness and grace
I can survive and thrive
in this world of mine
The Dear of Delta reminds me
If you get mad
don't get harsh or rood
don't lash out
or get in a bad mood
think of peace and positive thoughts
The Dear of Delta reminds me
So as you go out into the world
remember what she tells us
her message is as clear as day
and her peace is all around us
nature and peace
does she remind me
kindness and compassion
she does invoke
The Dear of Delta reminds me
As I walk through the wood
I think of thoughts of peace
As I hear the dangerous sounds
I know I am unguarded
yet I am protected
The Dear of Delta reminds me
With softness and grace
I can survive and thrive
in this world of mine
The Dear of Delta reminds me
If you get mad
don't get harsh or rood
don't lash out
or get in a bad mood
think of peace and positive thoughts
The Dear of Delta reminds me
So as you go out into the world
remember what she tells us
her message is as clear as day
and her peace is all around us
Written by SunFox
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Dear Deer
Dear deer
Pale morning comes upon each face
the countenance of ceramics lined with glaze
suns hidden lantern reveal a pair at rest
transfigured by the artist’s mind
who reached with tip and stroke celeste?
muted pastel shades of gold and cream
are they the outward paths of dreams?
When sleep will have its mystic reach
Wend like streams without a source
A pair that compliment and rest sublime
Muzzled together the mother and the foal
Birthed from her womb to cherish as they sleep
The branches of the delta merge and meet
Protected and protector in their rest’s cool streams
Convergence holds the ties so deep
Omnipotence, natures need to just extol
The doe into the foal
Pale morning comes upon each face
the countenance of ceramics lined with glaze
suns hidden lantern reveal a pair at rest
transfigured by the artist’s mind
who reached with tip and stroke celeste?
muted pastel shades of gold and cream
are they the outward paths of dreams?
When sleep will have its mystic reach
Wend like streams without a source
A pair that compliment and rest sublime
Muzzled together the mother and the foal
Birthed from her womb to cherish as they sleep
The branches of the delta merge and meet
Protected and protector in their rest’s cool streams
Convergence holds the ties so deep
Omnipotence, natures need to just extol
The doe into the foal
Written by slipalong
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Re-Re
Sometimes the body and mind may need to shut down
In order for the psyche to recover and regenerate
And this phenomenon of being restored and refreshed
Is a much needed physiological process to rejuvenate
This may resonate with those who have reinvented themselves
Those who found their purpose, their reason and resolve
This resurgence is a secondary wave of revival and revisal
A renaissance of the spirit that allows them to evolve
It’s a real revolutionary step replete in intellectual renovation
A resurgence of life filled with promise and prominence
Reigniting passionate fires through remarkable inspiration
That reestablishes a true sense of confidence and cognizance
Rebirth only comes to those who seek truth and enlightenment
When taking stock and reviewing their lives in retrospection
And once refocused on goals with reassurance in their souls
They rise from the ashes like a phoenix in glorious resurrection
Written by wallyroo92
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The Silver Forest
In the tender heart
where vulnerable peace exists
innocuous
and of silver strands
its daylight and twilight
promise sovereignty
as the forest glitters --
Its creatures all love me.
She is the raven, the one
whom I never fear, the dark
blackness of her
is within the deepest recess
of matron soul.
Paternal is not the air
here but gone
in fear of serpent's lair.
I am what lies and rules beneath
and devours fear in moving
rippling it away
I hide within her silver hair;
the unafraid are already here.
.....
where vulnerable peace exists
innocuous
and of silver strands
its daylight and twilight
promise sovereignty
as the forest glitters --
Its creatures all love me.
She is the raven, the one
whom I never fear, the dark
blackness of her
is within the deepest recess
of matron soul.
Paternal is not the air
here but gone
in fear of serpent's lair.
I am what lies and rules beneath
and devours fear in moving
rippling it away
I hide within her silver hair;
the unafraid are already here.
.....
Written by PoetsRevenge
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photo: Lorelei (nymph of the woods in mythology)
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