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With trembling fingers I poured Merlot wine
Overflowing the rim of his chalice
Salty drops on my lips, the taste of brine
from tears spilled as he spoke words of malice
His offensive, "Cheers," I chose to decline
the sting of mockery, cold and callous
Piteous, I lingered without relief
Flooded with torment, I'm drowning in grief
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May 7th, 2017
Form "O" Contest for Broken Wings
grief, life, loneliness, tree,
The log-men cut down all signs of the trees
But the one that exists in the center
The expressive white snow on all the leaves
Carries awe about them in the weather
Glowing in the sun, the tree surely grieves
As those trees were his sisters and brothers
Powerful this lone tree sees the beauty
Of what used to be, but is now empty
anxiety, bereavement, betrayal, depression, emo, hurt, suicide,
As I hang from a cord of silken repent
No hesitation for the lives I leave you
Please quarter my faith and unwind this lament
I know not of her love and drown in the truth
We have searched for some solace in time spent
And now in the darkness you have found limbo too
She dances around the gallows as I sway
Singing songs from her demons born from the day.
death, feelings, introspection,
The autumn leaves scattered along the road
Draw the eyes to a misty foggy night
Blurred in the shadows a scary abode
Too misty for travellers in the night
Before the daybreak when the mist explodes
Just when thickness surrounds wrapping so tight
There comes forth a gallant horseman to lead
Mortality freed, immortality concede
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: Through The Mist
Poet: Sara Kendrick
beauty, bereavement, celebration,
Ruth, Orpah, Naomi. Each robbed by the grave.
Three widows, hearts breaking, now trek the unknown.
Then Orpah turns back, but Ruth vows, true and brave
That the God of Naomi, is her God alone.
A new home, a new spouse, a child He gave.
From Bethlehem's poor comes a family throne.
And now, on this globe, when the story is told.
From Moab, one "Ruth," lists in Christ's lineage bold.
death, history, war,
A couple of generations ago,
people were the victims of genocide.
Into concentration camps they would go.
By the hundreds of thousands, they all died.
The most atrocious events we would know.
With evidence, they could not be denied.
I was not around when such evil took place.
I’m glad I did not live in this time and space.
dark, death, depression, loss, poems, sad, suicide,
The willow tree wrapped you in its dark embrace.
Bark had kissed your shell like a dagger.
Emerald leaves stitched a new grace.
Rain fell that day, tearful with its stagger.
You wanted to blend, but it made a trace.
This transparency you left made my world shatter.
May the doves make your soul fly once again dear.
My dreams want you to be adorned in much cheer.
(Written on June 29th, 2017 for Janis Thompson's Ottava Rima Contest)
death of a friend,
I found her in the morning. Was she dead?
In her secret place, darn it was hard to see;
My tears were falling and I was full of dread,
I sent a prayer upwards with a wishful plea.
Through a haze of tears I decried a still head,
And I carefully brought her to my knee;
We stayed this way for a very long time,
I kissed her. Oh, she had been a cat sublime !
May 10 2017
Non Iambic Pentameter
Ottava Rima/And This Is Love
Copyright Protected, ID 899475
Written for the contest, Descry
Sponsor, Rob Carmack
death, peace, surreal,
My Otherworldly Place
Beyond those doors, an otherworldly place
presents the quietude of souls at rest;
another world, in time that I will face,
behind that marble wall, inside my nest.
So quiet and serene, this sacred space
this mausoleum, safe from earth's unrest,
where souls observe their outer emptiness
safeguarding them in otherworldliness.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Form O - Only One
Sponsor: Broken Wings
i see you there beneath moon's lambent light
blending within shadows on half lit walls
wry faces of those that are lost from sight
ascending voices heard within night's squalls
why is it you only come out at night
pretending to whisper through winded calls?
those yawls fall silent at the break of dawn
rose skies arise within its blend you're gone
june 24 2019
Rima Ottava sponsored by Charles Messina