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Night Stalker

Within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright
shadows twist obsidian trees torment,
the cypress writhe in blood moon’s bright delight.

The hunter hides his nascent lust for might 
and so the doe flees by man’s bow unbent,  
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.
	
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight,
bedevil not the finer soul, repent,
the destined deed, must feed, man’s plight.

With deadly skill, fletched shaft sheers frosty night.
The horned hart does fall in wonderment, 		
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright.

And torment flows in drops of crimson sight,
distorting right and light with man’s intent.
The cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight

Into the holy water blood rings light
for life is all and death is but dissent, 
within the forest’s dream of night’s true fright,
the cypress writhes in blood moon’s bright delight.




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My Heart Decided Long Ago

My heart decided long ago
   That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Though people told me what to know,
   I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.

I fought false rhetoric, and so
   Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
   I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.

I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
   The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;

And on Life's river now I row,
   My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
   That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.


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Our Liberty Blazing Soldiers

"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence...” --John F. Kennedy ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Soldiers of our armed forces, Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores, Light the way like liberty blazing torches They fight heat, bugs, sand, tough faces, urban warfare, darkness, crashed doors, Soldiers of our armed forces Now Send home change of addresses, stories, photos, emails, strange places, Light the way like iron cut by torches Camouflage faces, wet bloody bruises, brows sweating, under helmet gushes, Soldiers of our armed forces Sleep in sandy humid desert trenches, thunder blast, bombs dropped, fire fights, Light the way like laser torches Loved ones wear yellow broaches, anxiety, praise, tears, vague smiles, Soldiers of our armed forces, Light the way like liberty blazing torches.


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Heart of ice

A fire burned deep within his soul
 for her,  but she was  aloof  and cold as ice
As his  desire blazed out of control

Her frosty emotions  became  her purposed   role
the flames of warmth could not make her nice
A fire burned deep within  his soul

No spark of love could make her whole
the embers of passion were a roll of the dice
As his desire blazed out of control

The  fire blazed from his head to his soles
her icy demeanor was her only vice
A fire burned deep within his soul

Her   frosty heart  like an avalanche rolled
a   frigid  smile would have to suffice
As his desire blazed out of control

 But her heart of ice he could not cajole
With  tears and despair  she paid the price
A fire burned deep within his soul
As his desire blazed out of control


Joseph May
For  Fire and Ice contest









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Halloween Night II - Re-write

Halloween Night II

I swear, those warlocks haven't a clue;
they set their sights on Halloween night.
It's then, they'll sample the witches brew.

Inside the circle's, a different view;
some will think it's a beautiful sight.
I swear, those warlocks haven't a clue.

Flowers in our hair, and eyes so blue;
gold on our wrists will shine in the light.
It's then, they'll sample the witches brew.

Scarves on our hips and toes painted, too;
we'll be dancing around the firelight.
I swear, those warlocks haven't a clue.

Jasmine in the air sets minds askew,
as they step into the light, so white.
It's then, they'll sample the witches brew.

Our skin is covered with morning dew,
we'll take them, then, to a frenzied height.
I swear, those warlocks haven't a clue,
it's then, they'll sample the witches brew.

By: Catie LIndsey
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Halloween Night II- RE-Write

 Wizards  and warlocks have no notion
As witches begin brewing on Halloween night
Soon they'll taste the witches  potion

Inside the  cauldron  of their emotions
Many succumb to vampire  bites
Wizards  and warlocks have no notion

Bat eating Zombies  spring into motion
as the winged creature fly into the light
Soon they'll taste the witches potion

Ghouls and goblins  start a commotion
as we dance around the fire bright
Wizards  and warlocks have no notion

Witches add jasmine to their  magic concoction
As wizards and warlocks  come into sight
Soon  they'll taste the witches potion

As  moonlight glimmers upon the ocean
We'll give them  all  a bit of a fright
Wizards  and warlocks have no notion
Soon they'll taste the witches potion

By: Joseph May

contest name:  Re-write one of my poems
sponsor: Catie Lindsey






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Honey I Am Home

My journey complete kneeling at your feet
Honey I'm home and kneeling before your throne 
Such a glorious feat, finding the proper seat 

On arrival day will be my final tweet 
Knowing that I have laid the cornerstone 
My journey complete kneeling at your feet 

A sip of dew never tasted so sweet 
Knowing that I will never be alone 
My journey complete kneeling at your feet 

My heart sings a song pumping a new beat 
Forgotten it has how to groan and moan 
Such a glorious feat, kneeling at your feet

Feel I do the fires of loving heat 
Forever burnng from seeds you have sown
Such a glorious feat, kneeling at your seat
 
Shorten the days until that final greet 
Honey I'm home cause my love and heart you own 
My journey made complete kneeling at your feet
Such a glorious feat, kneeling at your seat



****** Dr. Rahm Metha's Honey I'm Home Poetry Contest ******


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Make No Mistake

There will be no mercy, make no mistake
Creating zombies is what has been done
It is mankind whom shall burn at the stake

Humanity has failed to hit the brake
They will choke on the words that they spun
There will be no mercy, make no mistake

The earth continues to rumble and quake
Knowing that the end of things has begun
It is mankind whom shall burn at the stake

The world is not meant for men to remake
Words have been given from Father to son
There will be no mercy, make no mistake

While it is the freedom of men they take
As they pry from your cold dead hands the gun
It is mankind whom shall burn at the stake

Calling on the Creator you forsake
May these words to you do more than just stun
There will be no mercy, make no mistake
It is mankind whom shall burn at the stake


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Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance

Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance, 
the impossible dream with lance in hand.
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance.

Knight, Don Quixote, rose in allegiance
The man from La Mancha, felt in demand
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance.

His squire Sancho Panza, flaunted the stance
From old Rocinante, slain windmills at hand.  
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance.

His make believe love, a one way advance.
Dulcinea, ……………..gets no wedding band.
Hail to the Knight of Woeful Countenance.

Castles and mules and a loser’s penance.
Bound  by the rules only Knights understand
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance

Retiring, a dream brings him assurance
New found sanity, he swears with raised hand
Hail to the Knight of Woeful countenance
Alonzo had dreamed, dreams of ambiance

Sept 15, 2012 © cghjr


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Will you hold my hand-inspired by a title written by Denise Narayadu

She only wanted a kind soul to hold her hand
Remembering what life is, but forgetting why
Just wanting a guide in a now strange land

A solitary desert footprints lost in the sand
The journey impossible but still she'll try
She only wants a kind soul to hold her hand

She feels lost in this vast and lonely land 
So much despair still her eyes remain dry
Just wanting a guide in a now strange land

Confused asking what will happiness demand
She continues steadfast and she will not cry
She only wanted a kind soul to hold her hand 

Looking for the strength to make her stand 
Always some truths that she cannot deny 
Just wanting a guide in a now strange land

Time reveals two paths one bland one grand
A single star luminates in a pitch black sky
She only wanted a kind soul to hold her hand
Just wanting a guide in a now strange land


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The Flames Of Love

I feel the flames of love ignite, Burning me to my very core, As it blazes on into the night; Deep in my heart I know it’s right, I’ve never felt like this before; I feel the flames of love ignite; Sweat glistens in the fire light, And my senses tingle for what’s in store, As it blazes on into the night; Your kisses on my skin, alight; It leaves me begging for more and more, I feel the flames of love ignite; My passion drives me to my height, And in fervor we explore, As it blazes on into the night; We can’t hold back now anymore, In unison our bodies soar; I feel the flames of love ignite, As it blazes on into the night.
~ For Catie's Villanelle Me Contest~


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Go Not Whence, Go On

The raven cries; the sparrow sings the dawn.
Sadness reigns afore, hope hence.
Go not whence, go on.

Tear not at love, a tender mist soon gone.
Nor weigh our burdened hearts, immense.
The raven cries; the sparrow sings the dawn.

Though fear the wolf, does bearer of the fawn.
To life she stands in vigilant defence.
Go not whence, go on.

In wonder, humble larva look upon.
Our blessed fall gifts riveting suspense.
The raven cries; the sparrow sings the dawn.

The fabled duckling cast, esteemed as swan.
Enigma! Laugh at nature's merry sense.
Go not whence, go on.

In rainbow strokes tomorrow's dream is drawn
To pundits past, to poets future tense.
The raven cries; the sparrow sings the dawn.
Go not whence...go on.


*Inspired by Dr.Ram Mehta's "Villanelle me" members contest


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Goodbye

With hasty steps you led yourself astray;
You rant and rave, convinced that you're still right;
Confused a quest for imminent decay.

Though all you claimed to want to do was stay;
The brave facade was meant to hide your fright;
With hasty steps you led yourself astray.

So fast you ran and ran and ran away,
All along you knew you'd lose this useless fight;
Confused a quest for imminent decay.

For years I dreamed of times long past, how gay,
The days when happiness made darkness bright;
With hasty steps you led yourself astray.

The times of wishing hard,  with such dismay,
Have vanished now that I have learned your plight;
Confused a quest with imminent decay.

And though you try to claim that I betray,
Your words fall short and I cannot hold tight,
With hasty steps you led yourself astray,
Confused a quest with imminent decay.


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Here You Are At Home

Waking spirit free to roam,
Wander in this heart;
Here you are at home.

Here you are at home
To to paint a waking art;
You do not rise alone.

Deep, the stars of night are sown--
Truth is but a start;
Whispered words unknown.

See, the morning light has grown!
Shadows fall apart;
Dear, my heart is known.

What the breath of night has shown,
I breathe with all my heart.
Hope is all I've known.

Now we speak, so un-alone;
Here we raise the start.
Waking spirit free to roam,
Here you are at home.





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Two roads of a twisted fate

I see two roads of a twisted fate
Lying before me like hell's gate
What sins have I done to be forced paths
To suffer such torments of opposing wraths
Down one lies pain in pouring rain
Trying in vain to cleanse the earth's stain
With no notion or idea it's not all in vain
The other lies sin and self gain
Demonic laughter clang with chain as nature rides its lane
With pleasures of flesh and blood flowing on a corrupting plane
So with disdain I pound my brain
As time keeps dripping from my vein
Is it the sins and lust that cover the crust
That I must make meeting before my head bust
Or must I refrain because it's truly insane
For what value can debauchery really contain
Why must I suffer and strain if I can't be vain
How humble can I feign to those who let life drain

I can't take this, it's just not fair
No one lends a hand or care
Not even when I help them
Does a seed of ardor stem

It hurts less and less... so strange
How much less til my thoughts derange

When will the falling water remove pride and fear
When will I see worth when those rainy skies clear
When will restraint and reverence leave
How can I dance with flesh if I must grieve

These paths, they are so twisted
Yet choosing one my mind's insisted
Do I swim upstream against the grain
Or reap the rewards of the slain

Do I fight, or all confide?
To unite, or to divide?


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The Far Blue Mountains

The far Blue Mountains call to me
Begging me to take flight
Desert below, hear my plea

It is my wish to fly to thee
I see them in the dying light
The far Blue Mountains call to me

I will make it there, this my decree
I would go this very night
Desert below, hear my plea

They are as far of as I can see
And truly a glorious sight
The far Blue Mountains call to me

It is my wish to fly to thee
Desert below, hear my plight
Desert below, hear my plea

When I’m there I will be free
Flying to their magnificent heights
The far Blue Mountains call to me
Desert below, hear my plea.


~9th Place in the "Villanelle Me" Contest by Dr. Ram Mehta~


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Unsounded Depths

Uncanny as the truth may often be, 
A sailor worth his salt will quickly cede; 
There's more than godly made beneath the sea.

Alow, where neither fish nor man can see,
Obscured, the worst of Hell and Fury breed, 
Uncanny as the truth may often be.

And whilst in foggy doldrums dire esprit, 
A shadowed splash the bravest heart will heed; 
There's more than godly made beneath the sea.

Aloft, a barrelman cries the Kraken free, 
As beads of fear into the fathoms bleed, 
Uncanny as the truth may often be.

And doubt belike a superstitious flea, 
An itch in faith, where lay a baleful seed; 
There's more than godly made beneath the sea

Beware unsounded depths, I say to thee; 
At full and by with guns to bear proceed; 
Uncanny as the truth may often be; 
There's more than godly made beneath the sea


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Plans

Why is it so difficult to get away?
The lists, the luggage from last summer’s trip....
The sun’s above the trees, and still we stay.

A highway beckons like a right-of-way;
a destination holds us in its grip.
Why is it so difficult to get away?

The beach, a skyline, theme park, and a play:
the planned vacation launches like a ship.
But sunlight sweeps the drive, and still we stay.

A single task yet unresolved; we lay
aside the silken sleeve with a tiny rip.
Why is it so difficult to get away?

And now the cat curls about your ankle, gray
as grief at being left. A fingertip
of sun has touched the glass, and still we stay.

Our shadows on familiar walks may prey
on lengthened absence. An eyelid’s slip.
Why is it so difficult to get away
as sun nods into afternoon? And still we stay.