A Spanish Lullaby

Your champagne-colored hair
was veiled from the red brewing sun
under a ribbons-plaited bonnet white
you looked sidelong about the garden green
crooning then a Spanish lullaby,

fair curls spilled on bent shoulders loose
as rich turns of laughter dimpled your cheeks aglow
while swiftly stirred the pleated skirt a gushing breeze
raised up the tulle-laced panels with cream-stitched petals high,

into such brightness of air your rhythms rose
beyond the jutting boughs where scarlet flowers dwelt
its smoky chords scoured the listening groves
for some songbird who’d chime along with your throaty peals,

you skipped bare feet upon the tall grass cambered low
and seven and six and five and four and three and two
the soaring notes from lips bare of varnished rouge
trickled down like iced-sugar leafs strewed on blossoms’ skin.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Lana Bella.

 

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Beauty

An evalasting beauty presents a joyful wail.
A wail in its essence a farewell gesture.
For the occasion presented such strict and solemn formation
The loneliness felt passed into nothingness
A sleep filled with sweet dreams and melodies
She is a beauty to behold in her tamarind gown
Her skin polished and mirror-like and a crimson view
Loved ones paid their last respects as she lay there
Motionless and still like her usual self in her sleep
In the dusk of the setting eyes of heaven we laid her to rest
An astonishment so incredible was something new to behold
A smile daunting on her face as if to say
Cry no more!
Cry no more!
New peace you shall find!
New hopes you shall find!
Family was stored and thought of no better way to bid farewell
For saying goodbye was never our intention
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Destiny.

 

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She Stood Before Me

Mesmeric are the tangled hues of bronzen light
that, like a scimitar of golden flax,
does winter’s sun reflect an orb of beauty
around such a youthful form.
Move not, but linger in that mellow haze,
so that I may gaze upon this aura
that only Mother Nature could create.

Let me never to forget this entwined wonderment
of time and colour, which majestically displays
that richness of womanhood in finest praise.

No adornment of precious metals do you need
to enhance all that is nature’s finest mold,
for if there is a God, then you are God’s will indeed,
and with metamorphic form, as petals on a summer rose
you show a greater depth of beauty as time unfolds.

Yet, when comes Winter’s age and memories
of former youth head the casting play
and disconnects the bearings of fresh beauty,
then governed knowledge yields to the wanderings
of your past,
requiring not to venture from that distance far away.

Gentle Spirits haste our lustrous sunset as
remnant sands spill into our hourglass of time,
and in their speed, a vacuum will so soon extinguish
those dying embers of a soulless vessel, to leave only
darkness ringing life’s last chime.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by C.Schelle.

 

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I Hear The Music Play

I hear the music
The music is slow and soft
Like a whisper
I hear the strings play
I could picture Mozart playing the piano
My tiny heart beeps
The melody roars like the waves
The melody splashes in the sand
The music fades
It stops
The next track plays
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Mary Lopez.

 

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What Cannot Be

Roses red pink cream and orange splashed against a snow bunched fence.
Mazzeratti sports car red and chrome roaring into a slum home for a deep
dark night of parked rest.
Couture silks and jackets and jeans and the finest rare hide boots in perfumed
elegance on the beautiful girl’s walks through the farmyard she lives and works
on.
A man without education imparting wisdom to the classroom of scholars, and
they hang on every word.
Hordes of shoppers content to enter the mall, listen to the Xmas music, and
buy nothing.
Pink and rosy and cream coloured spotted clouds of sunsets imparting a fading
warning of blood red before the end of the light.

The gift of prophecy loosed like a fury in this age of colours of sand molding
into the molten glass of terror…

We are wise but alone, and must bear the weight of cut trees, limbs and fragrant
cedars, molded into printed news on paper, and revelations of love.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Joan.

 

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Monsoon

I listen to the raindrops, fall from the second floor.
Her cries are getting louder, it’s not raining anymore.
Still the raindrops fall, with no end in sight.
I lie in bed and listen, as morning breaks the night.
I try to wear her shoes, only in my mind.
Life can be so fulfilling, yet brutally unkind.
I can’t feel her pain, to say I can is cold.
I have never lost a child, hers was four years old.
I lie in bed tonight, sheltered from the storm.
And listen to the raindrops, fall from the second floor.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Ted Mouck.

 

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A Brothers Love

Into the storm I will find you
As a brother I am never far behind you
A brother with you until the end
My close and best ever friend

As big as you may be
I would cross the Retched sea
I would stand and fight
With all my might
Forever if need be

Because you are so special
A caring soul to keep
A person who I’m proud of
Who I want my child to meet

Know that I am there for you
You can always count on me
In my heart you have a home
And you will never be alone
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Dewdows.

 

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