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VintageCrayon

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  2. VintageCrayon
    Happy Halloween: Is it trick or treat?
    Candy is reserved for those who are sweet.
    If your costume barely covers your rear,
    The trick is - you get no treats my dear.
    A trick or a treat? Depends what you wear,
    So rebellious teenage girls: Beware.
  3. VintageCrayon

    Auburn Angel

    By VintageCrayon,

    Her down to earth personality



    Becomes visible for all to see:



    Terrestrial angel bedecks the land,



    In auburn foliage garishly grand.







    Nature's canvass depicts flawlessly



    Her down to earth personality,



    That silently draws an owl - wise and old,



    To her side where she stands out in gold.







    Despite the dagger worn on her waist,



    The wise old bird has good judgment and taste.



    Her down to earth personality



    Evokes trust in all life, wild and free.







    The dagger she adorns on her cincture,



    Meant for their protection to be ensured,



    But their best defense from danger would be:



    Her down to earth personality.







    -------------------------------------------------------



    Note: This was meant as an attempt at writing a Quatern (described below), however I forgot about the 8 syllable rule - and therefore failed.
    A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fouth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme.
    line 1
    line 2
    line 3
    line 4
    line 5
    line 6 (line 1)
    line 7
    line 8
    line 9
    line 10
    line 11 (line 1)
    line 12
    line 13
    line 14
    line 15
    line 16 (line 1)


  4. VintageCrayon

    The Sky

    By VintageCrayon,

    The sky is blue during the day,
    on bouncy clouds birdies play.
    Then the yellow sun turns white,
    and the blue sky turns black at night.
    Sometimes clouds get sad and cry,
    And their tears fall down from the sky.
    Note: Prompt was to write about the sky in a poem, in the eyes of a 7 year old you. This is pretty much how I figure I'd have regarded the sky when I was 7.
  5. VintageCrayon

    I'm A Tree

    By VintageCrayon,

    My youthful roots,
    firm, yet exposed,
    ground my slender trunk -
    concealed by taut bark,
    already defaced by humankind.
    My elongated, twiggy branches
    extend towards the heavens,
    not in surrender,
    but in a silent plea for healing tears
    from above.
    A cleansing shower
    of nourishment to my very essence,
    causing growth.
    Manifesting blossoms in my foliage,
    my inner beauty is exposed...
  6. VintageCrayon
    Evil ghosts of my past...
    A bitter lemon,
    once ripe and delicious -
    Once, a big part of my life -
    has dried out and rotted:
    lost it's vibrancy.
    Lost their power over me.
    Angels of my past...
    A cupcake,
    once moist and comforting -
    Once, always there for me -
    has hardened, dehydrated:
    grown bacteria.
    have grown apart from me.
    I can see these...
    ancient artifacts,
    decaying with each passing day -
    ancient memories -
    to take a bite now,
    to dwell on them now,
    undoubtedly would make me sick.
    would be nothing short of foolish.
    Memories, however positive or negative, cannot be changed:
    To reside in the past is to contaminate one's present.
  8. VintageCrayon

    Immitating Peace

    By VintageCrayon,

    Nature's warm candlelight glows and reflects
    Off her beautiful gown of solid white,
    Illuminating her dark empty space,
    Resulting in peaceful short-term delight.
    Sitting thoughtfully beside my window,
    I try to mimic this inspiration.
    Dressed in white - with a candle in my hand,
    I recreate peace by imitation...

  9. VintageCrayon
    To forgive a cruel act is kindness -
    Or is the gesture really selfish?
    To let go of hurtful feelings
    for one's own serenity,
    and not for others' sakes.
    Yet if vocalized,
    that peace is spread,
    selflessly
    sharing
    joy.

  10. VintageCrayon
    Pop! Bang! Sizzle! I startle at the noise
    That sounds like rice krispies - amped on steroids.
    Did a car backfire? A gun fight break out?
    What in the world could such noise be about?
    Once at the window, my eyes search the night
    Sizzle! Pop-Pop! I'm greeted by a sight:
    A man-made evening art show in the sky
    Red, white and blue for the fourth of July.
    Pop! Bang! Bang! I watch colors as they burst.
    Rainbows are destroyed - their remnants dispersed.
    I mourn their dying ashes as they fall,
    Camouflaged by the night, so dark and small.
    Sizzle! Bang! Pop! Another rainbow - gone
    The massacre will proceed until dawn.
  11. VintageCrayon
    The moon is spilling through the window pane
    Its tranquil beauty capturing my eyes
    Illuminating the navy blue skies
    Revealing silhouettes the world contains
    Moonlight and shadows spill across my face
    While an orchestra outside fills my ears
    Crickets' lullabies are heard loud and clear
    Their peaceful music filling empty space
    As the moon is spilling through the window
    I gaze upon its surface dimly lit
    Wond'ring if a loved one also sees it
    Such a thought sets my heart and smile aglow
    The moon is spilling through the window pane
    Inspiring hope that cannot be restrained
  13. VintageCrayon

    In A Perfect World

    By VintageCrayon,

    Seven deadly sins won't exist
    To make the world a better place
    I'd wish away war - saving grace
    Seven deadly sins won't exist
    And illnesses would not be missed
    With perfect health being embraced
    Seven deadly sins won't exist
    To make the world a better place
  14. VintageCrayon

    Romantic Scenes

    By VintageCrayon,

    I'll paint you a scene - like street artists do
    While music plays on, romantic in tune
    Where expensive cuisine - like escargot
    Can be paired with beverages like Bordeaux
    Historic buildings are tourist hot spots
    Cameras trying to get the perfect shot
    On the Eiffel Tower, way up above
    Lonely, romantic singles vie for love
    In beautiful places filled with allure,
    Hopes are high in this city of amour
    Night beckons you to take an evening stroll
    Beautiful street lights enlighten your soul
    I caution you of one thing to beware:
    You may not want to leave once you are there.
  15. VintageCrayon

    Bitter Heart

    By VintageCrayon,

    You keep your jar locked - stored just out of reach,
    You're afraid the insides will be breached.
    But I can see what's in your jar -
    How lovely those contents are.
    Fragile feelings in need,
    Begging to be freed -
    Remove the seal,
    Let time heal
    Your tart
    Heart.

  16. VintageCrayon

    My Mother's Smile

    By VintageCrayon,

    I love how easy it becomes to smile
    Just hearing your voice across the miles
    The voice I used to ignore as a teen
    Now puts me at ease - makes me feel serene
    I love how your smile sends my heart soaring
    Leaping out of me without much warning
    Even throughout those rebellious years
    Your beautiful grin has eased many tears
    I love how your eyes light up like diamonds
    When your lips are curved - you look your finest
    Nothing in the world could ever compare
    To the way you smile, so precious and rare.
    I love how the years have only enhanced
    A smile so bright it could make the sun dance
  17. VintageCrayon
    Roses are red - they're also blue,
    Rhyme or free verse, poetry's art -
    It's a shame to pick them apart.
    Roses are red - they're also blue,
    They're beautiful in any hue,
    Seen by the eyes, felt by the heart,
    Roses are red - they're also blue,
    Rhyme or free verse, poetry's art.
  19. VintageCrayon

    Infinite Love

    By VintageCrayon,

    Love is forever, knows no end,
    Let's talk about how it begins...
    Before our time it does transcend.
    Love is forever, knows no end,
    I fell in love with my best friend
    Death can't kill the feelings within.
    Love is forever, knows no end,
    Let's talk about how it begins...
  20. VintageCrayon

    Unpretty

    By VintageCrayon,

    You can
    Say what you want,
    Compare me to others -
    I'm done trying to impress you.
    Beauty
    Is who you are - not how you look.
    Your mirrors can't reflect
    The ugly of
    Your souls...
    Note: Inspired by song -

  21. VintageCrayon

    Chicken Season

    By VintageCrayon,

    Chirpy the chicken lived on a farm
    But his friends' murders raised an alarm
    Death was not his intent
    Across the street he went
    Where he hoped he'd be safe from harm
    Note: Why did the chicken cross the road?
  22. VintageCrayon
    The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour
    In Youth I have Known One filled with flowers
    The Bells nearby rang out a Serenade
    Announcing Romance by The Lake man-made
    To My Mother it was A dream come true
    As the Bridal Ballad made its debut
    Dreams are made in The Forest Reverie
    Fairy-Land by The City In the Sea
    --------------------------------
    Author Notes:
    This was a poem I wrote based on a prompt (on allpoetry) in a contest. The prompt is this:
    Choose a poet (Famous, dead or alive).
    Write a list of 10-20 of the titles of their poems.
    Construct a poem using all of the titles you've selected (like Quilting!)
    You may link the titles together with your own words.
    Poet Chosen: Edgar Allan Poe
  24. VintageCrayon

    The Big Day

    By VintageCrayon,

    Mother
    Emotional
    Sits, patiently waiting
    Finally the music begins
    Playing
    ~*~
    Sweet girl
    Dressed up in frills
    A basket in her hand
    Decorates the path she walks with
    Petals
    ~*~
    Vision
    In her white dress
    Glides toward the altar
    The carpeted aisle decked in
    Daisies

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