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Gone Forever

Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.

The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.

Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both 
versions of the poem.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Lonely Leaf in the Water

I watched it fall In spiralling flight This browned yellow leaf A saddened sight For not long ago It was alive and so green In a canopy of cover Above the stream I watched it meander Around rocks and through eddy's On the stream it continued Becoming more unsteady It's protective coating Now a shadow of it's past As the water moistens It's out on it's last It came to rest Between two rocks As the water cascaded To the bottom it dropped The end of it's life But it's journey goes on For nature will use This leaf that roamed .

Copyright © James Fraser

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Pass the Light House


Odyssey of the open ocean 
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight 
A beautiful name whispered along the night 
Calypso, enhanced with enchanted lullabies 
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to;
--Sunsets of the secret sea. 
Mysterious-- many precious places to go, 
Calypso -free flowing, floating legend! 
Ride the beastliness breeze above the sea 
Whisper, Calypso come for me! 
Beautiful Comforting, Calypso Carry me! 

Reflections easily deliquesce into thin air
Sedating the open waters -Voyage- view 
Visionary Vessel above liquid level, 
as divine in spirits she sails. 
CA-LYP-SOO-- Nymph Nature Name 
Aquatic of belief-----------------------
CALYPSO, the journey of all journey's 
For all eternity-------------------------


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Niagara Falls

                                 loudly inside my head,
                   roaring thunder rushing through my veins.

                                       Powers are
                              chaining me mesmerized,
                         hypnotizing with a mighty force.

                                thoughts are racing blindly
                             spilling into open nothingness.

                                     Crashing down,
                                   only to rise again
                             as an eternal magical mist.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Nette Onclaud’s Contest:
Some form of Crystalline 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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Water Falls

staring back seemingly motionless in her thunder she froths at the mouth  whips away at the serene background exposes her dominant nature the tears flow against a cheek bone hard that slowly erodes its stoic mask leaves its mark a vividly engraved  memory of many summers past Maurice Yvonne 27~10~2014 Sponsor: nette onclaud Contest Name: SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne

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The Narwhal Song

~The Narwhal Beckons Before Dawn~

   If I could sing a song,
   It wouldn't be just any song.
   I would sing a song about a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

This night I'll sing a short song of a whale
Dancing under the moonlight dusk
Swimming with ivory tusk, underwater musk
Rising to the morning glory in the sky
Communicating with the waves
Squealing around, 
Trilling and clicking supersonic sounds

   If I could tell you a tale
   It wouldn't be just any tale
   I would tell you a tale of a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

Grayish brown, 
White freckled belly crown
Elusive and mysterious
Without the Arctic water, I'll get delirious
A rare whale, with a tooth for a hoot
Enjoying shrimp, squid and fish food
Taking care of the young, 
I swim in pods all day long
I' stay away from what consumes my cod
Polar bears, orca whales and native spear
My greatest fear and nightmares.

   If I could share some words
   It wouldn't be just any words.
   I would share some words about a fish
   A fish who is not a fish, but a whale
   Not just any whale, A Narwhal

Deep, down the ocean odyssey
My beliefs and skin peel easily 
With a tear, I drown
When called "The Underwater Unicorn"
My words are naught more than a sad song I sing
A tale of a whale not just any whale, A Narwhal
The next time you go out to sea
Looking for blubber and ivory
Please don't look at me!
For I am just a Narwhal 
And, I belong to the sea!


Copyright © SKAT A

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Water gushed over parched land fractures are slowly filled left by drought terrain humidified by cold water pouring down replacing warmth everything ice-covered Water set in ice form fluffy and breathtaking an impish sting to its beauty arctic my clothes are drenched twirl around with outstretched arms tears are forgotten By: Wilma Neels Contest Name: Nature, Four In One
1st Place

Copyright © Wilma Neels

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The leaf

Among the long grass of the land and reed,
there is a lonely place where thoughts are freed,
Saint Martin's summer spreads upon the lake
in warm conditions all domains partake.

The blazing, orange skies, on earth reflect
perfection's lingering details connect
a red, still hanging leaf has caught my gaze
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

This leaf, upon the branch, began to wave,
(it's ending, little life I could not save),
and swept away by Autumn's windy rake,
imprinted ripples on the peaceful lake.

The leaf was carried, as my eyes complied,
then drowned inside the lake's blue waves that shied,
the sweeping northern gust, the leaf discerped,
that neath the surface is forever kept.

Written by Kelly Deschler   September 19th, 2014

Revised by Giorgio A. V.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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dazzling whites they cascade on green heights spectacular curtains that inspire as I go down with flow of life’s musical lyre I’ll sing the lullabies of dreams which never tire refreshing the plaintive minds and souls listen to summer calls waterfalls
June 14, 2014 11.15pm Note: Form of Poem: “Trois-Par-Huit Poem” First Place Contest: A poem you've not entered in a contest#10 Judged:8/1/2014 Sponsor: Poet PD

Copyright © Leonora Galinta

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Water Love

             shining water flows cold . . .

                             life blood of our ancestors . . . 

                                                        gift to our children . . . 

dedicated to Harsh Wind, Grandmother of fellow Souper  - Cona Adams

David Meade
Live Generously

Copyright © David Meade

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WATER FINGERS CARESS Crystal water fingers caress stony marsh-grassy lands its waves cajoles leaving fine pearls of sea gifts: the bed sands Above... still azure clouds look out, running waves draw and probe shoreless gleam of reeds or fields ebbing on earthly globe... ___________________________________ Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Contest Name: LET ME FEEL YOUR LINES! ...Shoreline... O.E. Guillermo 10:44 pm, March 31, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Waterfall Escaping from far confined spaces longing for freedom over the rim Highlighted flowing wavy tresses cascading over rocky shoulders Rushing sounds of an endless stampede racing and galloping through the air Frothy fluffs of white bubbly splendor splashing, glistening in the sunlight Sandra M. Haight October 27, 2014 ~7th Place~ Contest: Some Form of Crystalline Sponsor: Nette Onclaud

Copyright © Sandra Haight

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I Am the Waters

I am a flake of winter snow
on cold and driven wind.
I've been the drops of rain so slow
from darkened clouds unpinned.

I am the sting of frigid sleet
that makes one's skin so raw.
I've been the course of waters fleet
as winter yields to thaw.

I am the face of ice-bound lake
which hides its life beneath.
I've been the tossing waves that break
and tides which time bequeath.

I am the snow in drifted row
piled deep before your door.
I've been a river wide and slow
to live on and explore.

I am the waters flowing still,
through ageless, rolling time.
I've been the earth's unbroken will
still granting life, sublime.

                     I am the Waters

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn

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Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

The water rushed by with a glow
its journey's end few may know
Just a long creek flowing west
deep into wetlands I knew best

Sunny morns I visit to renew
stir heart, wipe away the blue
Sounds so pleasing to my ears
comforting sights easing fears

Fish flopping all about in play
soul stirring sight this day
Kingfisher diving for a feast
Sun rising swifting in the East

Trees wrapping its gentle banks
my heart and soul giving thanks
Another dream I hold in my mind
of Nature and this scenic find!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-12-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Milford Sound

(Manassian Quintain)

The scow cuts through the clear water, sailing slowly through Milford sound	
I watch dolphins jumping nearby while south-west wind ruffles my hair		
on the rocks furry seals lazing where harmony and calm abound 		
my camera cocked and ready, every moment I want to snare			
Sailing slowly through Milford Sound, while south west wind ruffles my hair

The fiord’s cliffs rise from dark waters, where yellow crested penguins flock
And mountain peaks scrape the grey clouds, as heaven’s deluge thunders down
New waterfalls are now forming, lush rainforest cling to sheer rock,		
By this splendor I’m surrounded, cannot picture a finer crown			
lush rainforest cling to sheer rock, as heaven’s deluge thunders down		

It’s as pretty as a greenstone, eighth wonder of the world it’s said				
Beneath the fresh water surface the black coral is turning white				
I can see the lion crouching, I can spot the elephant’s head					
Hear the waterfall cascading, makes for one spectacular sight			
Eighth wonder of the world it’s said, makes for one spectacular sight	


Milford Sound: a 22 kilometer fjord on the southern western edge of New Zealand’s south island off the Tasman Sea.  It is famous for its sheer cliffs, steep peaks and waterfalls.  Rudyard Kipling described it as the eighth wonder of the world.	
The Elephant and the Lion are two mountains resembling those two animals			

Copyright © Ronald Zammit

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Those Were Golden Days of Splendor

Those Were Golden Days of Splendor

Rushing clear water splattered over the rocks
melding into a huge spraying white foam
The sounds made sent heavenly tastes to my ears
the sight pierced my heart with love's stab

Stab that melds heart to a gentle Soul
a sweet pain born again and again so happily
Fast running stream in my mind's eye endures
stamps images with a clear splash of life

Just a swift stream from my youthful forays
days spent exploring Nature, the world anew
Memories time stamped , precious cargo aboard
faces of family waiting home for my return

Rushing water, a life in a bubbling brook
A memory, a love , a mental picture I took!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-26-2014 

note:  Looking back at the greatest time of my life. 
I was ten years old, rambling the fields and woods
like a roaming gypsy on the prowl. My father was still alive,
my mother young and in good health and best of all my 
baby brother was two years old, destined to live 12 more years.
A happy family of 11 children and two parents. Life was good!

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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One Autumn Night

We sit on the dock in the chilly autumn air
Wrapped in a blanket we just sit and stare.
The shores of our Lake are glowing with trees,
With all their bright colors our eyes do appease.
The moon seems to be on fire this night
And we watch as the geese arise and take flight,
Knowing we're blessed by this magical sight.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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Human Nature

The Computer Screen Light

Splints off The Fluid in His

Eyes, And Cascades The 

Twinkling Against the Wall.

              -She Curls up in a ball-
        -He Takes up The Fetal position-

The Headset Poses Security

Against the Deafening Sounds

of Reality. The Light Outside,

Fades to A Deep Blue...

               - She Cries To Pass The Time -                  
            - He's Done Crying, No Liquid Left -

He Lies Back on his Chair, in

Sheer Agony. Stems Covered

With Leaves Burst From His

Veins. His legs Root to the carpet.

               - Sleep Grants her little solace -
           - He Hasn't Slept in Over Two Weeks -

Mimicking Womb Protocol, She

Folds. Clutching her Stomach

She Heaves Forward a Lunguful 

Of Bark. Shes Changing

               - She Smiles across the Water -
       - The Water Ripples Following his Response -

Intertwined in Friendship, 

They Grow Towards The Sun...

Copyright © Conor Jordan

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Voluptuous Paintings And Nature's Brush

Voluptuous Paintings And Nature's Brush

Nature has imbued my soul with searching airs
great fogs seeking clarity in deep thought.
Like a child so wanting to see circuses and fairs
time alone in Nature is preciously bought.

Wishing darkness of this sad world to disappear
traversing happily over bright wooded hills.
Seeking out wild animals just to be very near
all touches my heart bringing such thrills.

Autumn, its shedding magnificent colors brings
searching eyes a panorama of glowing hues.
So much truth in Nature, a reunion that sings
of bright rainbows, hope and hidden clues.

Feelings of dewy mornings and flowers at noon
sky cries out, Mother Nature look at me!
Hark! Such glory heard in songbirds that croon
Nature shouts, no charge men, it is free!

Trees bending to speak of beauty, life and soul
daring bright colors that cry, enchantment.
There mother deer nurses her speckled new foal
harmony, all existing in perfect placement.

Water racing along in rushing, bubbling streams
sunny blue sky reflections tagging alone.
Beauty so real, not images seen in false dreams
Hear! Thudding sound from falling pine cone.

Flowing meadows wrapped in soft, flowery mazes
all cluttered up with dancing honey bees.
Seasons inspiring hearts with different phases
as colorful leaves leap from painted trees.

Nature has imbued my soul with searching airs
great fogs seeking clarity in deep thought.
Like a child wanting to see circuses and fairs
time alone in Nature is preciously bought.

R.J. Lindley
Sept.18th, 1973

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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An Ancient Oak

An oak tree stood beside a narrow stream
All bent and twisted like an agéd man
So gently flowed the stream through ancient roots
While laughing with the innocence of youth

In summertime the children came to play
Within the cooling water of the stream
Or rest beneath the gnarled oak tree's limbs
Spread, father-like, to shade them from the sun

In autumntime, when gusts and breezes blow
The leaves would float like dancers through the air
First here, then there, they softly tripped, until
They lit at last to grace the frozen ground

In wintertime, the sprightly youths would skate
Along the crystal surface of the stream
Above, the windswept branches firmly stood
Like blacksmiths' limbs are hardened from the forge 

In springtime burst the oak leaves forth anew
As kingly robes they grace the ancient tree
Inside its keep the squirrels and thrushes chirp
Secure from danger's threat and free from care

Time sped, its unrelenting chimes yet tolled
The youths that loved its shade have passed away
Yet still he laughs and seems to mock at time
He stands as stout and tall as ages past

But time, its current flows at even pace
And now the oak is bent with cruel decay
Though doubled at the back like aging man
He stands there yet, a monument of strength

~ Written for "Personification" Contest. Second Place.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst

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Walking by the ocean

The ocean

I used to live beside the sea
It was not long ago
A footpath went along the beach
One could walk, and watch the show
As the ocean played its song of love
And the seagulls made much din
It was a lovely place to go
As each day, it did begin.

I loved it in the morning times
When the moon was big and round
It seemed to rest upon horizon
Such joy I often found
Admiring me, this yellow orb
That seemed so very huge
And as I’d walk, within my dreams
I’d often take refuge.

Sometimes I'd walk there, evenings too
And watch the sun go down
As the sky would turn to marmalade
And it seemed this Sphere would drown
As the ocean swallowed it all up
And the night came creeping in
And seagulls sang there evening songs
How I loved their noisy din.

There’s something about the mighty ocean
That makes me want to write
The seaweed and the salty breeze
Give me such sweet delight
I love the rivers, love the lakes
And yet the wild, wild sea
It has a treasure of it’s own
That just calls out to me.

5 November 2013 @ 0950hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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I AM A WATER LILY When blue skies kiss whisper and queer ripples quiver... I drink on sun rays and bathe from falling rain, I stand there afloat: graceful and reserve. From pink petals shimmer, I flush also a moonlit snow, honeyed aroma I puff and puff chasing wind curves thrilling some senses, awakening some nerves! Upon gush and waves of bursting rainbow colors, I lay atop, my rhizomes rise, they waft.... Around my roots are croaking frogs and slimy eels, they thrive for I supply their daily meals. Day by day in my life, I live to be pure, my heart beckons heaven yet my roots down here... Even if currents trample me and storms blow me, upon seas and oceans, I trip like a sailing ship but upon force, upon wonders I shall abide giving my everything-- my best white shots! _____________________________________________________ Note: Rhizomes - a horizontal plant stem with shoots above and roots below serving as a reproductive structure ~~WATER LILY ---purity of heart ~~ Sponsor Andrea Dietrich Contest Name Picture Yourself as a Flower! Placed 5th... O.E. GUILLERMO 10:29 am, May 05, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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The Cost of Water

Flight of stillness;

Ladders point up
but they say the ground is greater;
sunlight knitting to their brown feet green socks.
They crestfall and
buckle at the knee.

Hear guts clap thunder off somewhere else
but no storm in sight to maitre d' this mesa;

got to rot the mud lest 
an urge to ripen ripens.

But hear now
the locusts flood this rut,
hunt for want,
         impelled to eat each lunch of your decay.

         Earth uncorks her pores.
you drift upon the grass, lift the damp from the sod
like a pillow of cloud sopping Earth's steam-
         to be made the steward of this land;
flash! ladders
Pay in full the cost of water,
less labors not yet lost.

Copyright © Andrew Gallagher

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This lake so beautiful

This Lake so beautiful.

The lake so very beautiful
Paints pictures in my mind
Ducks, Ibis, and Pelicans
And birds of every kind
Mix with the shades of many greens
And the clouds that ride the sky
All these things added together
Make me one happy guy

A Kookaburra in a tree
Gives out his ghostly laugh
Giving a sense of solitude
On the silent morns behalf.
And all around that lake there lies
Islands green and tiny
As morning sun shines on the lake
It looks so sheeny, shiny. 

The other shore holds many homes
Their roofs of reddish brown
Appear to me like in a movie
Of a little lakeside town
White egrets wade in the water
Their world all harmony
As two black swans come floating by
With all their mystery.

A flock of seagulls fly above
There whiteness oh, so pure
As the sun shines down on them
I’m filled with such allure
Oh, all the beauty of this lake
 Gives to me so much joy
And fills my mind with memories
That nothing could destroy.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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A Breakaway

22 June 2010

A Breakaway

For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them in the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the sea to exploit oil on its frontier

Oil wells at the deepest sea-bed formed million years ago
Also a marine habitat that proliferate at the cold bottom
Rendezvous for waterfowl and aquatic mammals arrived apropos
To add spectacle to the blue water, as accustomed

The fresh water flowing in a cascade of sparks
The sea free access to an ocean while some in landlocked
Life on Earth comes in the seas and we proceed to embark
As ocean currents supply the heat energy round the clock

Many ritually unclean substances are passing into oceans
Adulterating the purity of water in its freshness
Oil spills from off-shore and tanker spread discoloration
Suffocating marine life and ingesting illness

Chronicling ecological cycle literally affect food chain
Stripping resistant from their organic structure and suffer
From the toxins of oil spill prevents water replenishment
Coating aquatic surface with stain holding tougher

A closer look are dying birds and aquatic mammals
Leaving a baleful mark on the waterways
Cleaning up the breakdown oil is costly and fatal
That I may see no more escalating sense of bad omen into the ocean’s forays

13th place winner to:
7/4/2010 Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup

Copyright © Noel Villarosa

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Nature Portraits - Mountain, Sequoia, Sunset, Thunderstorm, Waterfall

The grandeur of a majestic mountain standing proud against the horizon with its snow-capped peak enveloped in fleecy white clouds against a clear azure blue sky The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia towering above the surrounding vegetation being the largest living thing on earth its massive trunk over thirty feet wide with its gnarled rugged beauty The wondrous artistry of the setting sun edging the darkened clouds with silver linings and painting the evening sky in brilliant colours of the rainbow mirrored on the ocean's surface below The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night with jagged bolts of lightning that split the darkness and light up the surroundings with blinding dazzling intensity The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury smashing into the water below creating mists of water droplets that transform the sunlight into a rainbow

Copyright © john beharry

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Daytime's Demeanor

Free verse to Rhyme Royal

Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the water is,
glass still, an indigo mirror.
Shyly it reflects each hill, each lofty palm,
a soft collage of orange clouds.

Time now, to summon thoughts, delineate them,
confess faults, spill forth, a profusion
of memories, immersed in reverie.

Slowly, as clouds disperse, the day begins to pulse.
As ripples, eventually distort the river
I stir, myself.

Time now, for me to assume, day-time’s demeanor.
Like any cloud or tree, be buffered
by whatever comes along.

 Suzanne Delaney

Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the river is glassy-still.
Its surface a collage of orange clouds,
of lofty palms, and every nearby hill.
And I, immersed in reverie away from crowds
Summon thoughts, confessing faults, to spill
a profusion of reflected memories
Mirrored to de-lineate in reverie.

As day begins to pulse and clouds disperse
Ripples from unruly winds distort the river
I stir myself, day’s journey to traverse
Preparing for what day's events are likely to deliver
Like any cloud or tree that Nature buffers
No longer to remain a simple  dreamer
Time now to wrap myself in Daytime’s Demeanor.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney

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Uplifting morn by the lake

Uplifting morn by the lake

As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.

A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day

The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.

As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.

30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.

For Elly's Sonnet contest.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless

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Forgotten Tide

The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.

It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.

It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.

It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.

It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier. 

It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.

It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...

The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!

Copyright © Lycia Harding