A poetry contest, for those fellow readers who maybe interested.
Are you a poet? Do you enjoy writing poems until your heart is sore or until it soars?
Well, I happen to LOVE reading poetry so I would like to hold a poetry contest! Read the rules and prizes below!
- To be eligible for this competition you must be subscribed to my page (i.e. following and receiving emails.) Not subscribed yet? No worries! Go to my home screen and click FOLLOW (I’ll receive a notification when you do :D)
- Leave your poem or a link to your chosen poem in the comments below.
- I will be using a point system to chose the winner:
- You will receive 5 points automatically for subscribing (everyone must subscribe to be eligible)
- You will receive another 2 points for sharing the contest on your your own blog and linking back
- Your poem will be rated on a 1-10 scale based on creativity…
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Good morning dear Readers, this is an experiment of mine, not sure if the above link will open for all of you, or worse still any of you. A dear friend of mine Terry Fielding, has written a song to the words of a section of my recent poem “An Answer Follows”… I so hope this works and you’re able to enjoy the tune. Also, please feel free to look up my friend on Youtube, under, Terry Fielding, “The Whale”.
He was an old school man.
Strong and tough
Big and rough
Kind and gentle
He was as soft as Teddy Bear
Hard and loyal
Friendly and fair
Generous and loving
He was a working class man..
Carole’s Dad’s funeral today, and it was truly a fitting tribute to a community minded man
One Day Follows
The abyss is bigger, not less.
On these days of darkness.
The owls are singing sad tunes.
On these days of bad moons.
The brain is harpooned again
On these days of constant pain.
The sunshine has gone, I confess.
On these days of over stress.
The mind has little attitude.
On these days of sleepy solitude.
An Answer Follows
You’ve all walked into my heart.
And you’ve ran into my past.
You’ve all flooded into my soul.
And you’ve soared into my dreams.
I crave for that….. one day soon.
Tomorrow, or another day too.
That all your hearts.
Will be bathing themselves,
In the soothing oils
Of your glorious souls.
I’d like to thank my dear friends Mel and Jane, for being the inspiration behind the words of “An Answer Follows”.
Sorry, I wasn’t always there for you.
I’m sorry for your life of misery.
I’m so sorry, for writing this unhappy story.
And I couldn’t find your holy grail.
That sacred cup of water to cure the frail.
Sorry I couldn’t help or heal you.
I’m sorry for your life being wrong.
I’m so sorry, for playing this wordless song.
And I couldn’t find your holy grail.
That sacred cup of wine to cure the frail.
Sorry I didn’t travel every path for you.
I’m sorry for your life’s that’s lost.
I’m so sorry, for holding this worthless cross.
And I couldn’t find your golden grail.
That sacred cup of blood to cure the frail.
Sorry I couldn’t be stronger for you.
I’m sorry, for your lonely life with me.
I’m very sorry, for walking on an empty sea.
And I couldn’t find your silver grail.
The angel’s vessel of purity, to no avail.
An old poem I wrote, when I was feeling guilty about my capabilities as a carer. I’m posting here, and thinking someone in a similar situation may read these words. Please do not feel guilty or inadequate, you’re not failing, and there’s really only so much that is possible. You’re not alone in having these insecure feelings, and please understand, us carer’s all go through these self doubts and confusing thoughts.
You hid behind your veil,
Your Athena’s shield.
I sought a way in,
The doorway was sealed.
Your thighs were closed,
Love was asleep.
I left you my heart,
It was yours to keep.
You buried our past,
That was a crying shame,
I soothed with words,
You weren’t to blame.
Those secret wounds,
So mysterious to view.
You’d years of pain,
So plain to see.
I knew your regrets,
You were as humble as could be.
Clamping your thoughts,
Ensuring you were secure.
I levered the latches,
So hidden and obscure.
You’d closed every avenue.
Now, you’re not so sure of this,
As you return my glances,
Silently wishing for a kiss.
You hid behind your veil
Your Athena’s shield
I sought a way in
The doorway was sealed
Your thighs were closed
Love was asleep
I left you my heart
It was yours to keep
You buried our past
That was a crying shame
I soothed with words
You weren’t to blame
Those secret wounds
So mysterious to view
You’d years of pain
So plain to see
I knew your regrets
You were as humble as could be
Clamping your thoughts
Ensuring you were secure
I levered the latches
So hidden and obscure
You’d closed every avenue
Now, you’re not so sure of this
As you return my glances
Silently wishing for a kiss
I’m frightened, and I’m too scared to wait. And knowingly, I’m arriving late. The ghouls are spying from the hill. And lower fools are poisoning her will. Underneath her, a wicker complete. Above, she’s suspended from a stake. The bonfire’s started, against the rules. And the crowd’s rejoicing, as the fire drools. […]
Tonight life is different
I can still smell her scent
They’re all gone