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Sea of Dreams

She drifted on black starlit glass
beneath the full moon bright
captivated by the beauty of
the tranquil, lovely light
floating on the gentle waves
the stars kissed her goodnight
and rocked into her deepest dreams
she floated out of sight

By Morgan Mise
Written January 6, 2013

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Their reflection in my eyes

For all the stars that shined their light
And found their reflection in my eyes
Not one could illuminate this cavernous sky
For their vision was constrained by sight

You peer into the depths of my galaxies
Without a word my heart falls to knee
So loving, piercing, so all consuming
Are your eyes when beholding me

Your touch like brilliant colors tracing the sky
You wrap me in your light while my old skin takes flight
Peculiar the way without you for hours or a day
My body feels naked my world in dismay 

A word with more power than loves been explained 
Is thee expression I seek yet fail to attain
It resides in the sound I hear in your voice
Or how it feels on my lips to say your name

No lyric or poem nor work of art
No celestial body that lingers on high
No beauty that lies where ocean waters hide
Describe how you search me with your eyes

You exhume a surrender I once buried so deep
From that first time my heart skinned its knee
Which taught me give only your soul to this point
Relinquish not your own needs... Quickly wish them Godspeed 

Yet you say without words in those sapphire pools
That you'll honor the treasure of my trust
My surrender is your prize the apple of your eye
Your bride and the love of your life 

Our dreams and our needs no longer be carried alone
For infinities love ever winds
My joy is your smile your crown is my throne
Your happiness is mine intertwined

Yes so many stars have shined their light
And found their reflection in my eyes
But only yours has shined so bright
it begs a loving surrender... known as a wife

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Beauty In Imperfection

The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts

We know that a star-shaped flower 
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder

A hand-crafted ceramic bowl
because of its asymmetry
is a wonderful artefact
that is valued very highly

An old-time cobblestone street
has a unique charm and quaintness
due to its imprecise pattern
that gives it its loveliness

Perfection is not easy to attain
and even more difficult to sustain
Beauty lies in Imperfection
and they are a natural combination

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The Star Spangle Banner

History of the Star Spangle Banner
 Maybe idea of Major George Armistead
  The glory of Americans who scan her
   Of Mary Pickersgill she was begat

   The creation of the original flag
  Be still a subject highly debated
 Mary Pickersgill was not one to brag
Old Glory she made, beauty wind inflated

Armistead first requested it to be
 A large garrison flag for reason
  So the British have no trouble to see
   Good to see our flag has flown in season 

   Fifteen colonies equal fifteen stars
  Having eight red stripes and seven white stripes
 Red and white stripes run in parallel bars
She flows in glory apart from other types

Rumor has it two glories were first made
 For a small and a large Mary did charge
  A document exists a bill was paid
   Though small one be lost or is still at large

   The  varied small Star Spangled Banner
  Never made it home to the Smithsonian
 Would be nice to see displayed in some manner
In national museum the large is on loan!

For Contest Dazzle us with History
 For Carolyn Devonshire and James Frazer

The History of the Real Star Spangled Banner

The creation of the original flag is still a debated subject. 
However, the general story accepted by most historians is that Mary
Pickersgill was commissioned to make the flag by Major George Armistead
for $405.90. Following the victory at Fort McHenry, the flag was preserved
by Col. Armistead and it remained in the Armistead family. A smaller one
which was flown during the actual battle, and a larger one that was
flown as a replacement immediately after the British retreat. 
This was a common wartime practice of the period.While no one
can say for sure what really happened, documents exist that show that
Mary Pickersgill was paid for two separate flags, a small one and
a larger one. If the smaller flag exists, its whereabouts are unknown.
In 1907, George Armistead’s grandson, Eben Appleton, expressed
interest in donating the flag to the state of Maryland or to the city of
Baltimore. After discussions with Maryland’s governor and the Mayor of
Baltimore, Appleton eventually placed the flag on loan to Smithsonian Institution
and it was displayed in the Hall of History at the National Museum of American
History. The loan was converted to a gift in 1912 and can still be
seen at the National Museum in Washington, D.C.

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"Hope" - A Star For Me

When parents don't have a choice and die
And all alone survive the loss
As I lie down to sleep at night 
They send in dreams... A Star For Me...

When Motherhood gets disappointing
And all alone survive the loss
I borrow scissors from my heart
With trembling hands I cut... A Star For Me

When trains don't stop and soul mate's gone
And all alone survive the loss
I row my boat on lakes with moons,
I jump and catch reflections of... A Star For Me

When I am old, and years fly by
And all alone survive the loss
I won't be sad, would even smile
As I lie down, a final sight... 
                                  ...A Star For Me...               

For John Heck's Contest "Blink"         

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Black Diamond Night

                      Black Diamond Night

The rapier of light cut through the black velvet night
Two lovers looked up at the first star tonight
Look see, that star light above
But she could not see, the star was her love…

Bodies lying spent under the warm black sky
The rapier of light like a javelin poised high
His body glistening in the extending glare
Her eyes blocked by her lovers breath to share.

He stands and looks up to the gods above
You thought you could take me from this woman I love.
Thor looking down at his son now a mortal
Power he would give to his grandsons  through his portal.

His son once a demi,-god, now a mortal man
He vowed he would help, in any way he can
The light strikes his son from the black velvet sky
His back arched in pain his thoughts wondered why!

His lover lay replete on the damp flattened ground
Unaware of the pain and the light all around
Her lover stands his beauty abounds
In his hand a weight his fingers surround.

His heart is heavy, his father has cast him
As he opens his hand, his breath he does gasp in.
There in the palm of his hand he held tight
The most beautiful diamond from the black velvet night.

His heart is softened, he know it does mean
His father’s not forsaken him, his love he has seen
He takes his lover in arms, holds her tight
As they make sweet love under the black diamond night. 
© ~GG~ 18/08/2012

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The Stars Reflection

He sat there on the edge
of the rocks above the shore
lost there in his thoughts
like many times before
he noticed how the water
seemed to glow with life
and for a couple moments he
forgot about his strife
the light came from the moon
high up in the sky
and he longed to be among the stars
but had no wings to fly
so he climbed down from the rocks
and waded past the shore
he drifted away on the stars reflection
with a heavy heart no more

By Morgan Mise
Written January 6, 2013

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Capture Time

Can we capture time
in a crystal hour glass
because these precious moments
all seem to quickly pass
Can we touch the stars
before they fade away
keep them in a little box 
and hide them from the day
Can we remain here sleeping
and hold on to these dreams
so they won't be forgotten and
unravel at the seams?

By Morgan Mise
Written December 5, 2012

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Where would I be had I never met you?
I suppose it would be in yet another bar
now I love you and everything you do
and to me you've become an newly discoved star

you shine as brightly as any star in the sky
be it the north star or any other you can name
now everyday I pray to never hear your goodbye
and if you do leave I will be the one to blame

you suffered so much when I went off the wagon
yet never dismissed me out of your days and nights
too often i'd become mean as a fire breathing dragon
yet you suffered through my unjust fights

you keep me tethered to the ground
and pull the string to bring me back to earth
I feel safe and secure whenever you're around
and I can't compute how much to me you are worth

you are worth all the money i'll ever own
and my devotion and love will never even the score
what I fear most is that you'll leave me all alone
because I couldn't love you any more
           © 2012...PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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free cee FOR BLANKET OF STARDUST CONTEST a star took her afar


I am a star tripper
skipping from star to star
but then a lady stole the Big Dipper
and now I search from near to far

we used to sit upon the handle
each speaking of our past
we spoke of a travesty and a scandal
and both whispered “your union will never last”

so now I look up to a sorrowful sky
alas the starlight used to seem so bright
but now each star is heard and seen to cry
as they weep for my fruitless plight

the moon was a lamp unto our feet
until she left with the Big Dipper in her pocket
sometimes even stars can be indiscreet
so I still wear her picture in a golden locket
           © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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Poetry Soup Is Like Oscar Night

Poetry Soup is like Oscar Night
With the stars and adulation
Poets need this constant praise
From folks of every nation!

All a bunch of star performers
Each in our own little way
Presenting a different slant on life
With little or lots to say!

There's never discrimination here
Just joined to have some fun
We post a bunch of our latest gems
And see what others have done!

Most times we get glowing words
Of praise for our masterpiece
Of course we surely return the favour
With a five star rating at least!

It gives us sensitive older people
A reason to greet every day
To go straight to our li'l ole computer
Read what people got to say!

Almost nine times out of every ten
The reviews you get will be fives
You'll walk around the rest of the day
Feeling invigorated and alive!

Poetry Soup is like Oscar Night
With all the stars and adulation
Poets need this constant praise
From folks of every nation!

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This morning the sky revealed blood from the sun
and a bandage on the moon
peter the pacifist picked up a gun
and all hell broke loose in the afternoon

this morning a raccoon raced a deer to the trash
the raccoon wily, the deer delicate as a dance
this morning the sky woke up with a rash
and one stubborn star decided to take a chance

it tried to outshine the sun and shine past ten
that obstinate star just wouldn't surrender
it had to dim but no one knew where or when
while a rhododendron had a revelation to render

the bush told of war and how it could end
it knew because it was of a special breed
all the seeds became a beautiful blend
and every human being found out the sun really can bleed
      © 2012......copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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a sTaR LosT LoVEr


Swear I to you the following be true
Akin to a year there are many seasons
Well if the truth be made known to you
I love you for a litany of reasons

The way you play this little game
Perhaps just to keep me on my toes
The very first time I saw you I knew your name
And no matter what I dubbed thee “Rose”

For none so grand as red amongst green
And a bud I wish had bloomed only for me by name
I beheld you Rose but would not disturb the scene
Because you are glorious and I would not chance the blame

I’ve never held your hand because fate is fickle indeed
nor have I ever been wrapped by the warmth and comfort of  you
For thee my royal Rose I would weep and/or bleed
And as all star crossed lovers I’d do that which they are forced to do

I’d stand afar yet observe and grin at your grace
With your loveliness and the graceful way you grow upon the vine
I feel blessed when I place a smile on your face
And believe me Rose, I weep because you’ll never be mine
           © 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~

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Light King

Through the mist I sense the dawn
Struggling to appear
Sun wants only to be shown
Fog erased and cleared

Floats so proudly overhead
Great majestic King
Crown of photons being shed
Powers living things

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Star Horizon

a star on the horizon:
a guide for the poor
to richness of life
that shows heaven's door.

a star on the horizon:
in her own little way,
shall find her life's dream
by loving every minute of the day.

my star on the horizon
forever will be,
closer yet further...
from being with me...

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The star sharpened, quietly bright,
as shadows darkened into night,
a point of shining light that guides
three kings to where the child abides.

They visited, arrayed with treasure,
gold and incense for his pleasure;
poor tokens for a life of trial 
exemplifying self-denial.

A man above, a man apart, beloved of
God with hardly time to steel his heart;
a man who sacrificed his soul
to make the unrepentant whole.

He took Mary for his lover, 
she was caring, and sought cover 
to conceal his dissolution,
(a passion pure, no need of absolution.)

The star that consecrated birth
no longer smiles upon the earth;
he wept for us upon the cross
and every day we mourn his loss.