Poetry competition CLOSED 4th June 2013 4:49pm
WINNER
BlackVelvetRose (Ragdoll Raven)
BlackVelvetRose (Ragdoll Raven)
Nature
Niagara Falls
Amazing!
Mesmerizing!!
Awesome!!!
Those were the words
I often hear
to describe your beauty,
but when I came close to you
I was speechless!
You simply took my breath away
on that very special day
the moment you touched my head;
my whole body was electrified.
When you kissed my face,
my weary soul was rejuvenated
exactly at that enchanting moment;
you and I…
became as ONE!
Ah, the mighty Niagara Falls
how can I forget you?
On that day that we first met
it was something special,
for it was my birthday!
But, how can you be so cruel?
You took my lady’s attention,
as she vanished into the mist;
drifting away until out of sight!
I frantically looked all over
the Cave-of-the-Winds--
that’s where I last saw her,
as she got lost in the sea
of yellow raincoats;
I climbed up and down the stairway
to the base of the American Falls
hoping we might ran into each other.
My worry slowly turned into fear -
Fear… I was going to lose her forever,
I was almost close to tears…then
out from the mist the rainbow appeared,
as she showed from under the veils
of the mighty American Falls;
Thank goodness, she was safe
just wet and cold, and shaken!
Amazing!
Mesmerizing!!
Awesome!!!
Those were the words
I often hear
to describe your beauty,
but when I came close to you
I was speechless!
You simply took my breath away
on that very special day
the moment you touched my head;
my whole body was electrified.
When you kissed my face,
my weary soul was rejuvenated
exactly at that enchanting moment;
you and I…
became as ONE!
Ah, the mighty Niagara Falls
how can I forget you?
On that day that we first met
it was something special,
for it was my birthday!
But, how can you be so cruel?
You took my lady’s attention,
as she vanished into the mist;
drifting away until out of sight!
I frantically looked all over
the Cave-of-the-Winds--
that’s where I last saw her,
as she got lost in the sea
of yellow raincoats;
I climbed up and down the stairway
to the base of the American Falls
hoping we might ran into each other.
My worry slowly turned into fear -
Fear… I was going to lose her forever,
I was almost close to tears…then
out from the mist the rainbow appeared,
as she showed from under the veils
of the mighty American Falls;
Thank goodness, she was safe
just wet and cold, and shaken!
Fall in the Capitol (Renga form)
bursting of colors
along washington parkway
soothing to my soul
wondering what would it be
if there are no living trees
the call of the wild
along potomac river
music to my ears
if its old banks overflowed
my world would be sad and doomed
beauty of nature
dancing with the passing wind
whispering good-bye
her whispers become louder
yet, no one pays attention
if now, we don't care
future generations die
robbed of nature's best
the rolling hills and green fields
become their graveyards instead
we owe to our youth
what our forefathers had left
conserve and protect
stop denuding forests
to preserve ecosystems
join me in my plea
send e-mails to the capitol
preserve nature's wealth
influence decision makers
in writing new policies
it's never too late
listen to the weeping tree
my heart bleeds for you
every time you cut my trunk
gloomy days not far behind
you choose to ignore
biblical signs and warnings
becomes deaf and blind
to scientific studies
went on your own care-free way
my spirit roams
in my own niche of the woods
tears mix with flash floods
mourning the loss of loved ones
price you paid for being deaf!
Note: Renga is a series of tanka poems.
bursting of colors
along washington parkway
soothing to my soul
wondering what would it be
if there are no living trees
the call of the wild
along potomac river
music to my ears
if its old banks overflowed
my world would be sad and doomed
beauty of nature
dancing with the passing wind
whispering good-bye
her whispers become louder
yet, no one pays attention
if now, we don't care
future generations die
robbed of nature's best
the rolling hills and green fields
become their graveyards instead
we owe to our youth
what our forefathers had left
conserve and protect
stop denuding forests
to preserve ecosystems
join me in my plea
send e-mails to the capitol
preserve nature's wealth
influence decision makers
in writing new policies
it's never too late
listen to the weeping tree
my heart bleeds for you
every time you cut my trunk
gloomy days not far behind
you choose to ignore
biblical signs and warnings
becomes deaf and blind
to scientific studies
went on your own care-free way
my spirit roams
in my own niche of the woods
tears mix with flash floods
mourning the loss of loved ones
price you paid for being deaf!
Note: Renga is a series of tanka poems.
Anonymous
Another morning
blues the sky through
the flying curtains of
my window,
I can see the sun
wants to wake up
just as I’m about to sleep.
I can hear 40 birds talking
in trees as cliques
clicking and pecking
the sounds of the morning.
When they chirp
I know should be asleep.
blues the sky through
the flying curtains of
my window,
I can see the sun
wants to wake up
just as I’m about to sleep.
I can hear 40 birds talking
in trees as cliques
clicking and pecking
the sounds of the morning.
When they chirp
I know should be asleep.
Nature:
I saw you; a double you
Colors arching across the sky
Sunset beaming; extending this view
Your layers captivating, counting more than I could keep
In amazement I stood absorbing the connection in this nature
Appreciation for the profound mystery of creation
Wishing to keep this moment for all of time
A reminder with beauty; peace
Of serenity for all to see
Rainbow
I saw you; a double you
Colors arching across the sky
Sunset beaming; extending this view
Your layers captivating, counting more than I could keep
In amazement I stood absorbing the connection in this nature
Appreciation for the profound mystery of creation
Wishing to keep this moment for all of time
A reminder with beauty; peace
Of serenity for all to see
Rainbow
The language of storms (Sandyspeak)
A vile and retching
noise as cough and wheeze
from the lungs of hell.
Bestial breath borne
of cantankerous clouds
bombastic tossing boats
about the marina
like a toddler's tantrum
in a tub full of toys.
Ripping stilted
structures of leisure
from their footings,
banishing them to the gut
of Neptune's ire.
Tentacles of water
wrath reaching inland
felling great trees,
tangling their broken
bodies in live wires
sparking wild fires
even in a blizzard
of black rain.
A sea
spurned and churned
sings her own shanty
of pilfered promise
and revenge.
A death knell
to avenge the maiming
of her maidens
at the money clutching
hand of the rapist.
What would any mother
right of mind do ?
SEE VIDEO HERE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=rnAEBBo1TaE
A vile and retching
noise as cough and wheeze
from the lungs of hell.
Bestial breath borne
of cantankerous clouds
bombastic tossing boats
about the marina
like a toddler's tantrum
in a tub full of toys.
Ripping stilted
structures of leisure
from their footings,
banishing them to the gut
of Neptune's ire.
Tentacles of water
wrath reaching inland
felling great trees,
tangling their broken
bodies in live wires
sparking wild fires
even in a blizzard
of black rain.
A sea
spurned and churned
sings her own shanty
of pilfered promise
and revenge.
A death knell
to avenge the maiming
of her maidens
at the money clutching
hand of the rapist.
What would any mother
right of mind do ?
SEE VIDEO HERE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=rnAEBBo1TaE
