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Jesus was Turkish

A strange claim
Of a man of passion
Of kindness
He said
Let the children come to me
For what man would refuse the smile
The innocence of a child
He parted his kindness
His wisdom
His love of all tribes
Animal and man, felt the kindness of his eyes

His tears grew this world
His voice made all of us listen
He made fisherman, philosophers
He made masons run free
He sang to ladies of the night
With the wine from wells of passion
Caliphs and Abu Nuwas soon followed

Love belongs to no one tribe
No sect or religion
It’s the flower that seed's travels the globe
Like feathers floating in the wind

When you see a child with no food
A woman with no smile
A man with no home

You make a balloon or funny face
You grow a rose
You build a hut

Trust in the kindness underneath
It will kiss you on your death bed
You shall rise to the heavens
Knowing

You loved the universe




Notes: This is one poem that for sure can be peeled like an onion. First of all, I am working on a poem based on historical fact, and documents from the Vatican, that will serve no other purpose than to tell an age old story. Yes part of it takes place in current day Turkey.

Second, I have a friend who resides in Turkey, and we met over the internet, and over the years, have become friends. I know him to be kind, to all people and animals. We are simply friends that have shared stories, laughter, and hardships at times. Whether someone  lives next door or half way around the world, true friendship and honor is hard to find. You can not give it or receive it. You can only both earn it over time.

No man is perfect, we are what we are, but when you see a world in turmoil, as we do these days, maybe this small event or moment carries weight. I myself am not so nice. So then I must say this, My friend Volkan is, not to me, but to countless people. A smile and kindness costs nothing, and the world needs more of this richness. 

Everyone these days talks of how technology is ripping apart society and this may well be true, but this is a choice we all make, technology is merely a tool. One can also use it to build bridges and friendships. 

Normally I would be shy to give such praise, however events have taught me that, its better to speak good words than be silent.

Thank you, for helping building a better world!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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Spider songs

Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes  
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra 
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind 
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party 

Eyes, little iridescent stars 
Attending to each one, and look there, 
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry 
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine

Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron? 
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two 
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth 
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine

Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company 
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile 
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones 
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves 

Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels 
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall 
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark 
And they become spiders again 



Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Haunted

A hole in the head shooting pain trembles
nightshades coldly down the spine
a soul lost in the land of the living
carried away in darkness
flying inside dark clouds holding just a dream

Distant thunder roars lightening splitting cracks
sure as the crow flies crawling opens Hell's gates
dark jewels of the night
charred remains churning in a cauldron
boiling goodness tears of thoughts

Piercing screams spawning nightmares
holding a promise once made
walking in a valley amongst the dead
shadows now smile hearing animals scream
as the moon plays silver dancing light

Dreams snatched away from reality
the crow calls echoes in silence
victims of this world howling over and back
tragedy cries in their pain and suffering
eyes seeking light
whispers through the branches
a heather bleat creature of the night calls

Haunted by humans chained to the earth
awaiting shadows and sunsets 
a cursed banshee wails supernatural screams 
from everywhere and nowhere

Mind numbing winds passing through
a white silhouette shredded shroud
around a heart entombed
in agonies' twilight shades clouds darken
storms brewed stirring specters chase the wind

Cold rains become lost tears
the willow weeps in eternal sorrows
a lament for the dead
as the silver crescent moon smiles goodbye

Blends in clear as day after sunrise
forgotten in a valley of unrest
death bell's toll out from the past
onyx feathered crows call painful cries

Forever seeking heaven's gate now sealed
that promised choice was lost ages ago
only burning Hell fires
or cold earthworms await




Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Days

Days sneak up on the sleeper, Either anticipated, or scorned To the pessimist, they are dwindling, And to the bright eye—they carry on beyond our selfish minds Upon the wakened dreamer, Days draw on in a smiley haze, Keeping one buoyantly bouncing inward Outnumbered and overlooked—he is opulently occupied elsewhere To the seeker of truth, Ancient, though ageless are the days before him Crouching along the edge of tomorrow—seeking always more… As days billow like robes cooling long-trod legs gainst the Eastern sun And to the beasts and birds, Feathers, claws, snout, muscle and bone— all harmonize Instinct and passionate drive hurling precious life onward, Their days meander freely, like knowing feet on familiar ground For the contest “Days” Sponsor: Thomas Martin

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

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Swedish beauty

I'm a 
Swedish beauty
Born in 
poverty
With eyes 
so green
And cheek bones
so high
You wonder
at the structure
Of DNA gone by
My hair is silk
running through
the breeze
And
If you touch it
your fingers wil
slip through it
My skin is tan
with freckles
woven in
and my smile
is white
with straight teeth
to look apon
at moons delight
and my body is
purely a sight
with small beasts
upturned and
inviting
saying please
look apon me
you will be enlightened 
a tastely morsel
created by a
heavenly light
and hips curved 
just oh so right
You'll need a road map
for your hands to drive
the feeling of being with
a sensation so powerful
how can you walk by
oh.... my baby you will
not leave my side
because my
 Swedish beauty
will hold you
forever to your side
come to me baby
I'll be your guide
showing you
just what I like

Back at you baby. Dedicated to Ezell Dazh.

Calvin Harris "This is what you came for" video with Rhianna
And "How deep is your love" video.

Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2016

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A WINTER'S TALE

Biting winds and swirling flakes of snow had finally abated We surveyed the deep drifts, which lay on the fields The silvery moon peeped through the clouds and lit our way It was bitterly cold, but the pitiful sound of bleating spurred us on Some friends and neighbours had joined us – we had no time to lose! Grabbing our spades we worked tirelessly throughout the night Digging out the sheep and tiny lambs one by one Their fleeces were matted with tiny icicles As dawn broke we had rescued all but one of our precious flock Suddenly our trusty sheepdog Shep started barking We trudged to where he was frantically pawing at the snow Our hearts lifted as we pulled the final sheep out alive At last it was time for us to return to the farmhouse In the distance I could see gold and silver lights sparkling and scintillating on the Douglas fir tree in church in the village. I raised my eyes to heaven and gave thanks. A Winter Poem Sponsor Shadow Hamilton Required words silver, gold, sparkling, flakes, icicles, drifts and spades 12~02~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Lone Wolf

I am the loner, the rebel
never the leader, I go my own way.
Never trying to run with the pack,
but ahead of them.
I never go where they go,
or do what they do.
Surviving amongst the solitude
of dense forests and misty fogs.
Living for the moonlit midnight hours.
Running wild and free
with the wind in my hair
and the moon
reflecting in my golden eyes.
My kind is close to extinction.
Only a few others remain 
who are trustworthy,
only to them do I remain loyal.
I am unforgiving to those
who would dare to cross my path.
I am never afraid
to speak out into darkness.
My wail fills the night air,
a lone cry
not of sadness, or loneliness,
but of freedom,
to go my own way
and be a loner.






For Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Personify Any Animal Of Your Choosing"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Guardian Of The Environment - Indigenous Peoples

For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction 
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was 
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity

When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species

You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole

Your way of life 
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how 
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival 
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment



I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them. 

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

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If I Were An Animal What Would I Be

                             I like it cool and I like it dark.

                                  Long deep sleep makes me grrhhhhh.

                                       Wake me, I'm a nasty mother.

                             My stride is slow, and low, and mean.

                                         Piss me off, I dare you.

                                              I'll show you how cuddly I can be.


                                         Food binges turn me on, 

                                                   Bring it all, I can handle it.

                                         But watch your back,

                                  You can't walk all over me anymore.

                                                          *     *
                                                              *
                                                          

                                                   I'm waiting for you.

                                               Next time, you're dinner.


Contest
If I Were An Animal, What Would I Be?

Brenda Atry
5/12/2011

Copyright © Brenda Atry | Year Posted 2011

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A Great Blue Heron

A great Blue Heron

The park behind our house recently redone
And a Great Blue Heron has discovered fish
I saw the heron standing in tattered wings
Like a tattered skirt and tattered grass
I wonder, what scissors have cut them all?

A graceful neck, curved at crest
Ready to catch and strike when hungry
Strolling around the pool to snatch a fish
And sup on the fine supply.
Oh, what riches, thinks the Heron
What a delectable dinner
Among the tall grass, a stop to dine.

Oh, Heron, teach me to stand alone
Without hunchback’s coat on one feet
Show me how to bend my legs
Teach me how to swallow without chewing
Show me how to puff down into a secret
So that only those who know me can find me.
Teach me how to open wings of six feet span
Unexpected and perfect, a crone in the sky.

                         +++
September 29, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Seventh Place win
Contest : Animal by Regina

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014

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The Cowboy Life I Love

I squint my eyes from the glaring sun
As I drive cattle across the open range.
I am the youngest hand, so I ride drag
Covered by the dust stirred into the wind.

This is the life I have chosen
To hear the steady creaking of my saddle
The songs of the cowboys as they lead the herd
The lowing cattle as they smell water.

This is the life I live
To see the endless stretches of prairie
The hens and rabbits scuttling away
The ponderous beasts flowing in a living stream.

This is the life I love
Watching the horses graze peacefully at night
The cattle milling about during my night ride
My horse's gentle breathing as I circle them.

May this be my lot while here I remain
May I drink from the freely flowing streams
And breathe the pairie air until I die.

Whether life be short or long
May I ever onward toil, and be content
With the satisfaction of honest work
With the steady pounding of hooves
Biscuits and chili by a wavering fire
And sleeping under the sky on the open range.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

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SHE-TIGER

SHE-TIGER

She-Tiger patiently watches,
 In shadows,
Dark concealing realm,
Green eyes pierce nights,
 Blackening shroud.
Ever weary, seeking motions,
 Movements,
Beware the bush itself seems,
 To come alive,
Beneath moonlights twilight mists,
Heavy foot steps cautiously,
 Tread.
Traveling along a carnalistic path,
Deaths servant stalks it's prey.
Revealing raw natures twisted fate,
In her flashing gaze, ageless,
 Wisdom lies,
This huntress most majestic.
Sleek jungle mistress, fearlessly,
Striding.
Forgotten trails cutting,
 Edges unyielding,
Patrolling vast wilderness.
Drink deeply clear waters purity,
No other creature dares,
 Come near thee.
Forests chameleon, hidden,
Amongst bamboo thickets.
Camouflages golden blends,
 Are parted,
By divisions striped bands.
Feeding legacies future brood.
Crowns glorious jewels,
 Young cubs at play,
Learning life’s lessons to be,
Remembered someday.
Rough dull stones at first,
Finely polished y age,
One day they'll sparkle,
Under sunshine's rays.
Royalties queen, stands tall,
Upon prides rock,
Surveying an evergreen,
 Kingdom.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

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THE DOLPHIN

Beneath the illumination of the elliptical moon,
Within the cove of diamond bay, waves gently sway
Back and forth, under the oceans clarity of the big blue,
As the surfs foam and spray roll against the white sandy
Beaches beyond.
Hush the breeze whispers to the gulls above, hush, hush now,
Be still, for soon they will come, but these chatter snappers.
Refuse to yield in their battering’s scrawling, until the ocean
Itself-lashes out at them to be quiet.
In the silence of the timeless, in the paused hush of the
Aquatic wilderness, something stirs.
Behold the leaping lords of the blue abyss,
Breaching upwards, as if to tenderly kiss the moon above,
Thanking it for another day of life, to live wild and free,
Beneath the waves of infinity, of the big blue.
Dancers on fins of grace, seemingly toe stepping on the
Waves in a delicate balance, just for a second of brilliance
Display, while others incline in a somersault acrobatic
Air assault, to pay homages respect to the magnificent
Ocean for its eternal beauty, and salvation's refuge.
These gray phantoms of the divine ethereal realm,
Born with purity’s heart of innocence, true creatures
Of light and love, shine in the diamond star dust of twilight.
Birthed within the quaking wake of the lords divining hands,
At the moments his voice rose, in the beginning of time itself,
Dividing the light from the darkness, the dolphin took its first
Air breath of life, and the Lord Almighty,
Smiled down upon his aquatic creation with warmth and love.
Perfections free falling divers, enchanting the human heart
With their graceful swiftness, stealth and intelligence.
The sailor’s guardians at sea, these vigilant sentinels of the
Briny depth, follows the surging storms hailing, and await
To assist in the deist hour of humanities greatest need.
Within their loving pod, the young are nurtured by devotions
Breasts of giving, no tender a mother can ever be found
Then she the dolphin, born from the grace of God himself.
In the silence of the timeless, in the paused hush of the
Aquatic wilderness, something stirs beneath the waves
Of clarity.
Behold the leaping lords of the blue abyss,
Breaching upwards, as if to tenderly kiss the moon above,
Thanking it for another day of life, to live wild and free,
Beneath the waves of infinity, of the big blue.


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

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THE ICE FAWN

Rarest of beauty is she the ice fawn, 
Grazing within the ice meadows in crystal
Fields of frozen cloves, as the star lights
Flicker in brilliance shinning, all about her.
A shy creature of gentleness, made of ice
And snow, unique amongst the polarized canvas,
Alone in perfections glittering diamond dust, 
Of winter’s mystical enchantments.
Drinking from the pools of the moon,
Warmed by the twinkling shades of the rays,
Casted in the Aurora Borealis of the northern 
Pastures, beyond mankind’s encroachment.
Creations gathering of angel tears shed 
In tender moments of truest grace, was 
She this miracle thus was so made,
The ice fawn.
Chamber lights living Kalightoscope, a prism of
Dear shine, walking in splendors white ice.
A mystical being of opulence’s elegance, splashed
By the divine plate array, and brushed by the wings
Of the ethereal angelic.
A sparkling gem, a jewel of winter, with the
Soft brown eyes of clarity, behold the ice fawn
In all her glittering glory, walking in freedoms
Sacred Valley of the human imagination.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

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LEGACY OF A SHELL


He paces steadily in the ash of evening while a neck cranes to watch the darkness fall: an armor on his back hardens amidst the chatter of leaves at the far end of a sea where danger waits. Through a haze, a fearless turtle stands guard against the rage of winds; his beaded eyes cautiously scanning predators as flowers bend for comfort of night’s droning hum. Displaying an ancient legacy, he traverses the mossy dune with shell and flippers kneading stealthily in cunning motion… oh, bearer of water and earth evolves like a mystical ninja turtle carrying the load to find a jeweled star. Cyndi MacMillan's Free Verse- Turtle Contest by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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THE COUGAR

Lady liberty, hold your flame light high, 
Beware the path thy cross, in the wild undiscovered
Wilderness of the U.S.A.
For it is here a fierce native predator,  
Stalks the rocky ranges bad lands,
Behold the American mountain lion.
Known as the cougar.
Nature's solitary soldier, walks with
Silences stealth and predatory cunning.
Beneath the thickets underbrush,
The beast does savor, upon his preys weakness,
And relishes the hunt of engagement.
Secretive creature, an apex hunter,
Wearily observing, his natural habitats
Surroundings, this king
Survives by tooth and claw alone.
Once hunted to the brink of extinction,
At the hands of mankind, and greed's bounty.
Nobility's instinctual majesty, has reclaimed
His mighty throne, on the cliff tops high.
The cougar, represents a come backs promise,
We as American's shall leave none of our
Own behind, has recovered and announces
His arrival with a mighty roar.
In the heights forbidden realm, the big horn sheep,
Smacks his antlers against his reveling foe, 
It's soundings echo is heard for miles,
Abreast the whitening fallen snow,
But the great feline lord, has now returned,
To his ancestral territory, a shadow flash,
Of golden brown, a royal phantom to 
The art of war, clashing with basic instincts
Desire to survive.
Behold the pride stands tall, upon the
Red bands of freedom, nay liberation’s
Symbol soars above the lion's den,
Beneath the night's sky shines with
Old glory's stars hanging in beauty's favor,
We honor him, this the great American lion,
The Cougar.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

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MOOSE IN HEADLIGHTS

 
King and keep, serene majesty.

The living wood detained from free wandering.
See, there, he grows root, trunk, a crown of branch,
darker than bark      felted, black ash.

More, a constellation un-starred
though there legend stands, unflinching,
with eyes of Polaris. 

Less, grace and strength displaced, 
regal giant with no miles to go,
hunted by deforestation 

and crossing paths of high speed apathy.





Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2015

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MUSTANGS

MUSTANGS

The ground shudders, and shakes,
 Under pounding hooves.
 Echoing against canyon walls.
Fast and furious wild hearts beat,
Keeping equal pace, with the prairies,
 Wide divide.
From within hell's fiery furnace,
Tempered muscle drives motions sinew.
Behold evolution's die hard breed,
Built for no other purpose except,
Excessive Speed.
Racing along at razors edge,
Accelerating testing endurance's,
Brute strength.
Mustangs roam god's vast expanse,
 Deserts devils burning blazing trails.
Encounters ghostly figures, dwelling amongst,
 Forbidden territories reservations.
Dust clouds shadow creatures alluding,
 Humanities intensive detection.
Harnessing destiny's forgotten beasts,
 Freedom's native horses challenging,
 Limitless domain.
Blackened pitch melting seamlessly,
 Mixing with hewed grays.
 Heaven's canvas erupts.
Storms rage splits lightening’s,
 Aftershock,
 Herding horse flesh towards,
Maximum Resolution.
Divine specters haunting thunders,
boarder lands, slick footed range warriors.
 Traveling hidden roads ancient paths.
Natures raw power hardens brutalities
 Magnificence.
 Rival Arabians fight to prove dominates.
One lone stallion stands, dark bristling mane,
 Brushed by evenings cooling breeze.
The leader takes cliffs highest plateau.
As silences experienced guardian,
 He watches cautiously.
Resting at sunsets twilight hour,
 Quenching thirsts, unyielding desires.
Next to waters crystal streams they ease.
Gently relieving tension's strains
 Beside one another.
Comforts unity beneath reflective,
 Moonlight's softness.
Mares and colts whinny in graduates,
 Thanks.
Soon it shall come upon them,
Once more.
Dawn's rays cross horizons palette,
 Under universal skies.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

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A BUCK'S WORTH

A BUCK’S WORTH

Does the buck know his beauty?
(some would argue yes)
No matter
Unlike men, he is one with nature
Close to the earth
And using the teeming woods to advantage
Few men can know his freedom, his non-violent
      spirit
He breathes a fresher, more uplifting air
If he knows and loves, is charged by beauty
Then it is a different kind of love, a more 
      pristine beauty
Does he dream?
Are his dreams of mountain, forest and stream?
Who can know
The visible wild is so uncomplicated
Methinks he dreams only of what fond nature
      offers
With no wish for change and free of fear

Dave Austin 
            

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015

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Extinction Is Forever

He wakes as sun surrenders to nightfall; emitting a haunting howl, he rises to prowl. Bright amber eyes fixate on sources of nourishment. Leaving his protected den in Yellowstone, gray predator becomes the prey. Just feet beyond the National Park farmers shoot to protect livestock. Defenders of Wildlife beg of Congress “Stop the shooting! Ensure the future of once-endangered wolves!” Regal kings of the mountains and prairies, nearly extinct in the ‘30s, rebounded but are still vulnerable. Their future rests in the hands of man, a species that exterminates thoughtlessly, posing threats to many of nature’s gifts. Wild one, remain in protected areas. Survive and thrive; extinction is forever. Mankind’s death knell tolls for too many.
* Information on the gray wolf is provided by “Defenders of Wildlife,” a U.S. group that works to protect many endangered species. Each day we lose 25 to 150 animal species. Worldwide animal species extinction figures can be found at: http://www.columbiatribune.com/editorial_archive/q-how-many-animals-go-extinct-every-day/article_47bd1390-867e-11e2-8447-10604b9f6eda.html *Written March 15, 2015

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015

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SHALL WE DANCE

SHALL WE DANCE

Shall we dance, as two snakes encircling one another,
A bite to the strike, whom draws the first blood of 
Passions bitter poison.
Venomous vipers, engaged in a twisted game of hidden desires,
Shielded by golden bands of confinements vows of promise, 
Yet yielding under the guise of the serpent’s folk tongue.
Reptilian lovers Intertwining, beneath the light rays of the 
Elliptical moons illumination, deceiver’s side slithering,
The truth of reality’s harsh dawning to come.
Desert tempest creatures, crushed under the swelling
Sand storms of destiny, rising in the winds rip tidal shift
Of exotic’s throngs of passion, then dashed upon the
Rocks of calamity’s destructive force.
Behold the skins of shame, we’ve shed in this our lost
Garden of paradise called Eden, as we descend limb
By limb, unraveling, retanggling, in a mutual enticement’s
Partaking of the unripen fruit, in this the harvested
Orchard of deceit, and lies of pleasure spoils.
Rattling’s bad to the bone species, are these
Deceiver’s dwelling under the moonlight, 
Loves vanquished, by passions burnt embers
Of lusts cold blooded flame.
Veracity’s fiercest retile's in mortal combat
With their human hearts, or their raw physical
Basic instincts, the animal within themselves,
The beast of desire, exposing the coiling in raptures
After glow of the exotic.
In the emerald eyes of the snakes flashing, these
Are the transfixed, paralyzed prisoners of loves
Passionate vipers, the cursed of the forbidden.
Poisons intoxicated figures, silhouetted in the red
Moons seduction zone, he the hooded king cobra,
And I his empress taipan of the orient.
Glittering do our scales of temptation, damnation,
Oh but to die in this incoilment’s display of eternal
Abandonment, a climatic apex of poisonous predators,
Ripping, tarring at their bare exposed fleshes
Atonement, unsheived are these carnivores
Of passion.
Shall we dance, as two snakes encircling one another,
A bite to the strike, whom draws the first blood
Of passions bitter poison.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

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THE GRINNING CHESHIRE CAT

What lies behind that grimacing catty coy smile, it’s upside down
Thinking perplexes me mentally, topsy-turvy confusions beastly
Kitty, popping off riddles to confound all humanity’s realistic
Way of thinking!
 Swishing his feline tail with utter cat flatting happiness, a word to the
Wise my dearest sweet Alice beware, for no kitty cat alive is truly a bundle of
Purring innocence, nay instead he’s a beguiling master of deceptions
Mischievous intentions gone aria!
Maybe this tabby cats stripped pajamas are simply pulled to tight, 
Or he’s lost his tension strength that should attach its head down
Firmly to reality’s base structure, I’ve got no clue to solve this
Feline mystery!
One hundred mysterious questions does this none domesticated
Breed pose, with its contortioned clenched jaw drawn upwards, in a
Silly twisted expression of catus curiosity, by the hairballs finest thread,
What a complexity’s marvel of frustration is this creature, known as
The common housecat, lost in this distorted world of wonderland.
In illusions contrasting existence silvery whiskers fade in and out,
Leaving a smirking smiles reflection, as some delusionary remnant 
Leavenings left behind him, as a giggling’s echo rings within the chilling
Nights air, causing a shivers quivering through your humanistic bones
Inward core!
Oh Alice in the queen’s court company, let caution’s judgement be your guide,
For within your mists lies a fury coated cat jester, whom simply wishes to
Cause total chaos, making her majesty to scream off with her head, 
Obviously this is one cunning cat, whose missing a few cards short of a 
Full deck stack!
Twinkle, twinkle cat eyed star, one has to ponder just ware mentally
Thou’est are, broken tea cups tossed upwards into mid-air, at a mad
Hatters tea party beware, for in the woods lies the Cheshire Cat
Grinning by moonlight’s tricky illumination, kneading at the twilight’s
Fading hour, spouting riddles at innocence golden locks child!
Joker’s wild this cat’s meow, the wonderland river card placed
Wrong side up, sneaky felis disguised in adorability’s fur-lined 
Mockery of loving perplexity!
In the rabbits whole chase the hands of time do spin out of control,
As the swishing tail flicks three positions off-set to puzzle the ridders
Quest at solutions resolution, in the night hear the giggling echoes
Ringing, as the Cheshire Cat fades away, leaving last of all his grimacing
Smile behind, as a tautening reminders final haunting clue,
Does he really exist at all, guess!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
As my thanks to my sister POET DESTROYER 
For the loving blog she did on my behalf thank you sis!



 




















 




Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Dragon Holiday

            Dragon Holiday
      (Be careful what you eat)

Dad and I went hunting on giant’s mountain
They sleep for hours at a time so we climb kinda sneaky
Crawl real slow over their big arms and limbs
And noses that snore louder than the wind
Our hunger grew as we entered dragon valley
We had our sights set on a baby one
They are easy to catch and put in a bundle bag
We charm them with a cookie and a smile
I had dragon burgers on my mind
They say the tail is tender and delicious 
We love it with cranberries on the table with side dishes
A young blue dragon galloped up to us and spoke
He said his name was Teddy
I said, my name is Dave.  This is my dad
And what a coincidence!  I have a bear at home called Teddy
Would you like to join us for Thanksgiving Dinner?
Another coincidence popped up
They too have a holiday the same as us
And call it, The Celebration of Breathing Fire
His mom and dad said yes to dinner
But we couldn't put him in a bundle bag
As dragons don’t like to suffocate
We were so happy to find our talking friend called Teddy
That we could no longer think of serving him as food
Next to the turkey or even as a side dish
Because he was so polite and oh so civil
We simply had him as our guest for dinner
The moral to my story is
Eat your dinner but don’t eat your friends
The end

Created on 10/18/14 for- Fable to the Rescue – Poetry Contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Shell of a Nomad

I wanted to be alone tonight,
to shuffle my thoughts in the ocean's breeze,
when the sun sets sail, with the lights going out
While I search the sky, in my solitude 
and ponder my  place in the scheme of things...

I wonder again, how I fit within...
How the dreams I dream, and my many wiles,
fit into the human chain

In my lone meditation, there rises a sigh
with a windswept aria, reaching my ears......
while one turtle I had noticed, is unmooring itself, 
heading back to the ocean, without hesitation
not asking for much, not even for reason why

I watch him slowly swagger along,  no rush to marry a shell with the sea 
And envy how strong the urge can be, knowing his place in the throng
His cares are so few, and with years to go, such tenacity captures me

I wanted tonight,  to be alone with thoughts, alone to doubt
alone with my questions, and alone with my fears
To hover in the shell, in the cave of my tears 
To ponder my place here among the stars.....
Of time and space,  the archaic shores

Unmooring myself, across the sands
If the turtle can see it, then I'm not alone
in this span of a life, there is a journey long...
a destiny that the nomad just knows



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7/28/14  For Cyndi's Contest: "Turtles"

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Rata rats rats

Rats rats rats
I’m scared of creepy crawly rats
Thay have beedy eyes and a long slivering tail
And the ones around here are as big as cats.

Rats rats rats
There’s countless millions everywhere
Nesting in your knicker draw
And crawling trough your hair

Rats rats rats
I was staggering home pickled from the pub last night
When I saw the whole ground move like a giant carpet
It gave me such a fright
They can crawl from the sewer into your toilet bowl
And bite you on your bum
So always check you haven’t one.

Rats rats rats
Their dirty and have fleas
They breed and multiply so fast
And they say they spread disease
When I'm in my bed at night
i get under the covers
Holding my pillow tight
Just in case one crawls through the window
What a fright..

Rats rats rats
Their intelligent creatures so they say
I’d never hurt a tame one
Just keep them rats away.





peter dome. Copyright.2015.Dec.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Wolf And Owl Take Shape

            Wolf And Owl Take Shape

Smoke and red cinders rise together in retrograde simplicity
On counter rotation, winds sing through birch and oak 
Marbled moon remains sour yellow through the ecliptic edge
Cryptic night, where owl and wolf find warmth and cover
Nestled in the coarse blanket warn by Tabitha, the young one 
Her tribe sleeps through winter
She holds them in her mystic spell, mild heart and smile
They breathe cold mist together in history hallows
Unfolding cold reveals their open eyes
Reaching out into the distance as wolf howls
Unknown mysteries of life feel their kinship
Heaven opens up to them crisp on the fire light   
Wolf moves his wool but only slightly in a twitch
Owl takes flight, returns alarmed
Back to the blanket and young girls arms
It rests with comfort feathers by her heart
Wolf and owl take shape, Tabitha smiles
They all take one long last breath and hold it in
Wait till spring to release it again below the mystic stars


10/17/14 Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun – Poetry Contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

The Hunt

Form = Free Range Verse

The Hunt

Mans desire to hunt
Testing skills from the beginning of time
I had outfitted myself the day before
With camouflage, and all the tools of the trade
The excitement of catching my prey
Outwitting my fellow hunter a plenty
Tracking for hours and hours on end
Off I went in search of the trophy
In my jeep and down the hunters path
Being not so familiar with the terrain
I often backtracked, here and there
Moving from one place to the other
Silently and with anticipation
Looking forward to bringing home my kills
I had already a few scores to my name
Now for the final
The pièce de résistance
That made the hunt all the worth while
Bang! I got it
Hunts Tomato sauce in Isle seven

Oh how good the spaghetti dinner will be
Hope she appreciates all the fine hunting you see
I have done at Wal-Mart to make this evening show
Candles and guitar in the shimmering moonlight
The hunter so proud for being her shopping Knight!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Open Handed Thief

The birdfeeder hung on a narrow limb,
away from deck rails, discouraging squirrels.

No problem for the little robber 
who raided the feeder day by day.
Repeatedly, he climbed onto a tender branch, 
inching forward until it bent, riding it down. 

Each trip, he leaned off and dropped freestyle, 
disappearing inside with only a furry tail visible.
He emerged with both cheeks bulging , 
and sunflower seeds scattering  below.
 
On a continuous march of palm-less thievery,
the brassy chipmunk mouthed his loot home, 
adding to his cache.    

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Color Surety

Canvas, calm, grinning. . .blank
Had words screamed, scarecrows trapped on the poles of their creators,
Had words formed psalms that barricaded the strongholds of the heart,
Divine despair would desperately take hold again,
Embellishing the muse
To smile, the impassive smile. . .confuse

Enraptured by your tail,
Coiling, boiling in the hot and hungry sun
The eyes, clouded, caught in a moment of inexorable suffering 

Death glistening in the confirmation of tears and groans,
Shading the dialogue that never surfaces
Justice in pale focus. . .constant, still held in out-of-the-blue faith

Please, 
Do not allow your perspectives to dull
Waiting so long, I deafened the cries
The very cries I so blindly expressed. . .
Words etching existences imagined

I want you to take the hand of uncertainty
For as I have, I forever feel the tremors that have given me shape
Those very hands create what you dream,
And not what you fear

Take that hand,
Squeeze it tightly
I promise you, once you touch. . .I will never let you go

For I love you, 
Oh, unexplained hold. . .
Help me escape the newborn deaths of today
Teach me how to step over the carcasses of calamity
Where the innocent die to inspire the remaining
Learn how to lead me into the lights of your eyes

Please,
Give me your beautiful hand,
I will take you to places you will never understand
And it will be okay

Because where I go,
The scarecrows roam with the roaring ravens
Making music with the pulse of their wings
With the sharp click of their beaks

Where I go,
Psalms of serenity's back way make love with impending day,
Spinning despair into the golden hairs of suspended May 

Where I go,
innocent flowers freely giggle arrays of life
And his tail whips mightily,
His black velvet purrs arousing breaths of caramel verisimilitude

Where we stay,
In the forever grip of the trust you and I made,
Justice is pure water,
Cool and refreshing. . .ever smiling

Please,
My love, please
Hold onto this world with me
Give me your needs that I need. . .
And I promise perspective will prosper
The canvas, one blank, filled with detailed destiny of Color Surety

October 19th, 2014

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014