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Tonight I Could Paint A Moonlight

Tonight is not like other nights Tonight I could paint a moonlight with the smudged ink of my tears No its not the inexperienced arms of death which are longing to embrace my breath that fill this soul with pain and fear Nor is it the breeze of thousand needles 'neath the soft glow of my skin , What scares me most is... Not being here in a twenty years or so to tread love's kiss upon my daughter's cheek Feel my fingers running through her hair Listen to the sweet sound of her laughter Make a wish under the unnoticed starry stars and watch her dance beneath a repetitive boring sky. What scares me most is... Not being here in a twenty years or so To let the crimson of my lips bleed its rose close to your pillow and its fragrance 'pon your bed Its not being here to hold your blemished hands and say to you all words still left unsaid What scares me most is... That in a twenty years or so You will be here , still hating candles,all alone, Its missing the chance, to share those words that don't make sense yet mean that I have loved you all along. In a twenty years or so ...In a twenty years or so Will the ones I hold so dear still find a way to know ?

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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- A One Way Ticket -

Hills come alive with sweet sounds of birds whistling tunes
Filled with harmonious peace, you sail within time
Gentle whispering winds through branches of trees call

When you dare to take the first step forward
Everything feels so easy embracing such beauty 
Mixing voices of nature talk deeply flowering 

Thrown into the unknown life is truly magical
A universe inside feelings explode in one gift
The soul eclipsing delight warmed with sunshine rays

Like a virgin being on guard of the tiger claws, lions, bears and snakes
Only when your starlight kisses clouds evaporate 
Time continues and the butterfly waltzes freely once more

Crossing paths in this journey new beginnings grow
Small wild strawberries threaded upon a stem beg to taste
Opening one gateway within thoughts 

Setting sail into another world beyond 
With you salt of the ocean waves rise and fall
Upon rocks kissing pillar of strength

A cool breeze says goodbye upon your cheek
Loving spices land this boat on paradise sands where gold sparkles warm beams
When we meet at Heaven's gate batting lashes close entering a doorway into a dream 

Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  05.09.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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A Journey To The Pearly Gates And Back Again

Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright

Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night

A cold moon dressed in dark velvet 
with a pearl milky white smile beams 
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up 
stars blinking silver awakening 
warm invading darkness your light 
My life has at last found its light and its hope

Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes 
faraway over ocean waves 
carries in a wind’s  whisper sweet music dances 
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly 
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes 
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes 

Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats 
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes 
Believing in your love a dream 
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance 
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars 
and the reason earth spins around the sun

  A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and 
  Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -
  Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

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In My Place

I have been put in my place many times
Told how to talk
What to think
How I need to look a certain way
Be the way I'm suppose to be
Expectations to be met
I could never be me

That place that almost drove me insane
I kept being placed there
Over and over again
Yet I had no choice but to be true to myself
I couldn't be someone else's book 
Placed on a shelf, in a perfect row, not standing out
No one knowing what I'm about

I ripped out the pages
Inserted my own
Scribbled on the cover
Added my own colors
My pages screamed to be read
Hoping others would hear what I said

As time went on
I often changed my design
Desperately trying to know myself
Unsure what I would find
Never really fitting in
Confused by what I found within
Hard to know where I belong
Listening to notes from others songs
Was my way of thinking right
In a distance I could see a glimmer of light
I dreamed my dreams
I craved the light

Then one day
All the pieces clicked
I fell into place
Joy accompanied by a certain grace
Comfortable with me
I live in the moment
I can just be
Finally, finally 
I am free
I know my place

Dedicated to my Friend Armand who knows 
his place and helps others discover their place. 
You my friend are a true original Happy Birthday!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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The Journey Begins

A little boy wanted to meet God.  He knew it was a long trip
so he packed a suitcase with chips and root beer and began 
his journey.
He walked 3 blocks and met an old man sitting on a park bench
staring at pigeons.The boy sat next to him opened his suitcase 
and took a sip of root beer.  He noticed the old man was hungry
so he offered him chips. He took one and smiled at the boy. 
His smile was so wide the boy wanted to see it again, so he 
offered him root beer.  Again he smiled.  The boy was happy!
They sat all afternoon eating, smiling, and sharing silence   
Twilight approached & the boy found he was tired so he got up
to leave.  On afterthought he turned ran back, gave him a hug.
The elder gave him the biggest smile he had.
As he opened the door to his house a short time later, his mom
was  surprised by the look of joy on his face.  Son, "What did you 
do today, that made you so happy?"
He replied, "I had lunch with God." He added, "You know what? 
He's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"
The old man radiant with joy returned to his home. His son was
stunned to see peace on his face and asked,
"Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"
"I ate potato chips in the park with God." he said 
"You know, he's much younger than I expected."
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a
kind word, a listening ear,  an honest compliment, or
the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential
to turn a life around.  People come into our lives for a reason
a season,  or a lifetime! Embrace all equally!
Have lunch with God, bring chips, invite him home for diner...

Love & Light, 
Mystic Rose 
December 18, 2015

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015

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She Hulk

When I was a child I only ever wanted to be strong.
I wanted to be able to compete with the boys
and when I foot raced them at recess I won every time.
They called me ‘She Hulk’ because of my muscular frame
and from the way I only ever wore soccer t-shirts and sweat pants.
After that nickname was implanted into my brain like a growing weed,
I’ve only ever wanted to be feminine.
I started wearing skirts and dresses 
and in middle school they shrieked at the site of my makeup and done up hair.
But that weed inside of my mind only grew, and grew, and grew
until I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part anorexic and two parts lonely,
because I thought that the definition of feminine began with the word frail.
No one ever realizes how greatly words affect us,
how a simple nickname can turn a pretty girl into a skeleton.
I stood at five foot two weighing seventy nine pounds,
so cold and frozen,
yet I still considered myself a ‘She Hulk.’
You could see my ribcage through my t-shirt
and my spinal cord protruded loudly through my weathered skin,
as if somehow my bones were dirty knives
just trying to cut through the flesh of judgment.
As I grew older I became the girl that was never enough.
Not good enough to speak poetry.
Not good enough to lay paint on a canvas.
Not good enough.
Not tall enough.
Not big enough boobs for them.
Not primped to perfection.
Not undeniably straight.
Not smart enough.
Not dumb enough.
Not ditsy enough.
Not cool enough or fun enough.
And I began to believe, too, that I wasn’t enough.
I never told my mother that I had been in madly in love with a girl.
I never told anyone about the night we first kissed 
because I was too vulnerable for the judgment.
And parents always justify saying that ‘kids will be kids’
But when we are kids our brains are still growing
and the smallest of seeds that get planted will one day bloom
into one giant regret,
will one day affect the choices that we make,
will one day influence us about the clothes that we wear,
will one day shape us into the person who we thought we would never be.
I only ever wanted to be strong,
and as a child I thought strength was only about being able
to lift a bar stool above your head.
I thought that strength was only about being able
to beat the boys in bare foot running races.
I was told that strength was something only
a man could have.
But as I’ve grown older I’ve realized that strength
isn’t about muscle at all,
but it’s about weakness,
and the ability to overcome the social anxiousness.
It’s about carrying around a lifetime of baggage
on your broken back
because the ones that kicked you when you were down
are going to be the ones that were  ultimately wrong.
I thought that the definition of woman 
began with the word disappointment.
And I became a mixed drink cocktail
with one part freedom
and two parts Sailor Jerry
because every girl needs a stiff drink once and awhile.
We are not disappointments.
We will never be the ones who gave up on hope.
We will never be the ones who gave up on each other,
or god,
or our mothers.
We will always be enough;
enough for the ones who shunned us 
enough for the ones that cursed us
enough for the ones the hurt us
and destroyed us
and beat us when we were covered in bruises.
But you see, bruises fade
and the scars of our flesh are only stories
things we have overcame
and there are things out there that we will overcome.
When I was a child, I only ever wanted to be strong.
I hid my vulnerability.
I hid the parts of me that were true.
I never told my mother about my girlfriend
because I was afraid she wouldn’t understand,
kind of like all those people who never understood 
just how much words effect us. 
I can’t say that I can beat the boys at foot races anymore,
because, well, I smoke cigarettes now.
And I can’t say that the nickname of my childhood didn’t affect me.
But I take that name now and embrace it.
Because I am strong.
I am the ‘she hulk’.
I am a mixed drink cocktail
with three parts greatful.

Copyright © Katie Pukash | Year Posted 2013

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~ JOURNEY to the center of me!~

Yield upon this blissful moment!
In, a cutting-edge welcoming,
This minute can only maintain-

Yesterday’s journey~ Desire~

The world inside my head, can think,
Deeper than a dream;
Up till now, anticipation has hovered my present thoughts
Day becomes night,
Night becomes day,
In a cave, I call my insanity.
Hallucination, raveling inside my head, 
I sit where my thoughts entwine with my elusive slumber.
Everything inside of me is lucid and lost in madness. 
I perceive the proper perception; 
to think is only a thought.

Today’s journey~ Sensation~

Barren thoughts never exit the aggression in my mind.
I stand among the crying thunder locked within my head.	
Of sweet flower they arise and bloom, above all shores,
I embrace the beauty of my deepest emotion.
Sands of time litter within my walls!
My thoughts sit and wait! 
Minimizing themselves down to a speckled dot.
They are a few, sweet and creepy,
Those grab my attention,

Tomorrow’s journey~ Pleasure~

Passion wilting upon yesterday’s memory.
Concentrating and unraveling every single knot.
And, still I go back and give that one look.
A hot steamy want, judged by my brainwaves.
Notions, follow a path and indulge with no escape.
Danger escapades into a naughty reflection, "I am my own diversion!"
My thoughts are thoughtless as they can be.
Brittle and little like you and me!
Still my journey continues to emerge with all the thoughts found in the center of me.

Everyday's journey~ Begins with………Determination……


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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I Sail This Ship Alone

As the last opalescent glow of sunset fades away I sail this ship alone towards a crimson horizon over a starlit sea to the soft lapping of waves which lullaby my destiny I sail this ship alone far from the coral sand far from the pebbled beach far from my sun-kissed land Tonight there is no moon but there's a sparkle in the sky a starry night so still filled with beacons of bright light Tomorrow births a new dawn a song within a dream meadows of yellow buttercups and fields of evergreen Tomorrow I'll be greeted by a pink-winged butterfly a host of daffodils, and golden dandelions a rose within a smile Tomorrow I stroll along a new shore feel fresh salt spray on my cheek dance bare-foot in the wind as Spring whispers on the breeze.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

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Grief is Grief is not

Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
But Grief is… a companion we “move forward with”,
learning from and growing, with each agonizing step.
Grief is… a heart-wrenching process, not bound by time,
But sets us on a “lifelong journey” of finding truth and meaning…
Grief is not a crutch we hold onto for pity
It is not a lack in character
It is not a weakness that needs to be strengthened
Or a problem that needs fixing
It is not an enemy to be slain
Or like a wild animal, to be caged
YES! that needs “time”… “A LIFETIME”
Grief is… an acknowledgement of true love shared
and true love lost
Grief is… a love we hold so deep within our souls
That our tears fall to caress the pain…
“God given tears”, full of purpose and meaning
For each one carries with it a piece of our heart
grief hugs us and holds us close
to a great love we can no longer touch…
grief is… our friend for without it
our lives would have been a lie.

Grief is…purely and simply a journey of love
It is a friend, to those of us who mourn
A friend who sees what we need and allows us to be us
Grief is a release of unimaginable pain…
a release of a great indescribable loss…
Grief is… the bridge that crosses repentant oceans,
spans desolate canyons, and fear filled mountain tops.
that we may cross over this tragedy to a renewed heart 
by means of the love we shared and continue to share
through the love of our Almighty God
Grief is…
A pain we can use, to broaden our hearts
and the hearts of all those around us
it is… a road we must travel to gain wisdom.
A level of wisdom you will never achieve by playing strong.
For only when we sink to the bottomless pit of grief
Will we be awakened by the light of truth.
Do not judge it… for it contains Gods secrets
Secrets you can only hear by listening
through the blare of the pain.
It is a sacred contract to be in awe of and inspired by
To learn from and grow from
To gain compassion and understanding from
It is a journey that holds a sacred contract
That will be signed by each and every one of us
Who has the strength… and the courage…
to love with all your heart and all your soul.
It is not a journey I would wish on anyone
But now that I am here I will walk it with honor
And purpose, with my head held high and my feet in stride
For at the end of this road there you’ll be,
waiting to take me home.

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2013

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The Heart's Journey

Should there be such pain in 
passion of the heart?
Or does the heart, 
simply by beating, 
know the boundaries of pain 
when it can no longer absorb any more joy?
The two seem intertwined at times, 
each exalted unto itself.
From euphoria to melancholia, 
the heart is on an endless journey 
seeking harmony and balance, 
yet finding anything but.
We torture our souls 
for the sake of love,
enduring countless curves,
on the road to the steep summit 
where a plateau cannot survive
the weathered storms for long, 
but for the season’s summers 
we exist.

Make Me Feel it Poetry Contest
Sponsor Becca Teagan
July 9, 2016

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

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A Journey To The Pearly Gates And Back Again

Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright

Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night

A cold moon dressed in dark velvet 
with a pearl milky white smile beams 
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up 
stars blinking silver awakening 
warm invading darkness your light 
My life has at last found its light and its hope

Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes 
faraway over ocean waves 
carries in a wind’s  whisper sweet music dances 
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly 
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes 
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes 

Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats 
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes 
Believing in your love a dream 
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance 
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars 
and the reason earth spins around the sun

  A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and 
  Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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Welcome to life the journey begins

A child is born crying his eyes out wanting to return to the warmth of his mother's womb Once held a sense of security is felt with his head resting upon his mother's chest Welcome to life - prepare for a bumpy ride this won't be the last time you want to cry Life is an unpredictable journey as a traveller, many passengers will pass you by Dreams will be crushed, but also achieved hearts will be broken but also healed After every storm a rainbow will appear but this too is only temporary - as is life Life is also spectacular and wonderful a platform to achieve the ultimate goal Life is a balance of being fortuitous combining the right formula to succeed No one can tell you what will happen tomorrow nor predict your final destination People say destiny is written - maybe it is my advice is to always smile in the face of adversity set a legacy to be remembered for who you are always strive to be better than yesterday and finally to enjoy the journey The Silent One 15 November 2015 Trashed 4 contest by Broken Wings

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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View From The Top of the Trail

It’s an unknown journey, but I see a trail
heading to the light of tomorrow
There will often be times I'll be afraid, to go
I may stumble a bit, with an eager heart
And may tremble climbing cliffs of old sorrows

There are deep, black chasms I will not forget,
where slopes slick, with pitfalls, are waiting to trip 
But I've gone too far, and I can't turn around,
Just as the sun can't turn its back on the day 

The trees speak in tongues, so foreign to my ears
using parched, old voices, and tears from the sky
Scraps of brittle leaves litter, with dust all around
Mixed with words left unsaid, that I've left behind

There’s a sharp mist of hope, at the bend of the river
yet,sun on my face seems to lend, 
the slope of the rain, but the warmth of the sun
      with an open blue sky at the end


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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Compass Of Our Destiny

On the road to your gypsy soul in the vastness of my world chasing heartbeats and fireflies across wooden covered bridges navigating deep and arid canyons beneath a sweltering summer sun. I'll trace the compass of our destiny leading me to a foreign land I'll find you roaming in flowering fields of daisies where I will finally take your hand I'll be in awe of your effervescent half-moon glowing brightly in the night I'll gaze longingly at your thousand stars shining downward ever bright I'll feel the breeze that you feel blowing softly over the cobalt sea together we'll be one with nature setting all our spirits free Not surrendering to temptation because you are everything I need I'll listen to your heart beat for on your love I soon will feed

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

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Afghan Journey

I want to wear a djellabas. Blackness engulfing me in its tentlike refuge veiled in gauze. Or a burkha of blue with a screen over my face to hide my eyes. I want to wear rope sandals down a dusty Afghan road on the warmest of days with the wind whistling through the Khyber Pass. I want to know the language, taste the food, gaze at the bearded men I pass who will not know I am looking at them. They are handsome and brave in Kabul. I want to hear the children reciting the Koran in their Pushtu cadence and play upon a tabir with a beat of peace.

Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007

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The Seeker

My life is at a crossroads. I search for ultimate wisdom.
Truth has been elusive for me. I search for absolute truth!
The Fountain of Youth, the rivers of Shangri-la,
Atlantis, Eden, Xanadu - myths? Or legends with a basis in fact?
I set out on my quest alone with only the stars as my guide.
The wilderness of Mesopotamia - I must follow the Great River
to her source.  I search for answers.  Is immortality within my grasp?
Death is upon me, the enemy nears!  The answer is here, in this place!
I feel so small, yet I am mighty, determined.  I have the strength
of a thousand men!  Yet I hunger and thirst like a weak one. 
Days spent in this godforsaken desert, nothing but sand.
Sand and wind and heat.  I must trudge on.  The River will lead
me to my destination, I feel it!  Euphrates is my friend, my solace.
Tigris is my helper, my inspiration.  And whence the twain shall have met
I shall be... in paradise!  The very garden of God.  It is here. 
I feel it just as surely as I feel the scorching heat of the sun
upon my brow.  The wind, it shall lead me.  The River shall guide me.
The sun, moon and stars - my friends.  

Eden, are you here, my lover, my apple?  I smell the fragrance of
your floral abundance.  I hear the sound of your babbling brooks.
It is for you that I pine.  My soul within me cries out.  I hunger 
for your fruit.  Or are you just a dream, an unreality?  I see no
garden, only dunes of endless sand.  Wisdom, wisdom is what I seek.
Absolute truth!  I will settle for nothing less than the sacred waters 
of hidden knowledge.  Oh, that I might sleep in your garden for a night.
The grass as my blanket and the trees for my shelter.  But for now,
the chill of desert nights, a cave for my den, the scorpion as my
tormentor.  Yet I press on.  I have the strength of thousands, 
(thousands).  Wha... what is this?  The Great River has reached her end?
Dried up and sun-baked into mere nothingness?  How can this be?
Is the desert playing tricks on me?  A mirage, yes - a mirage!
An untruth, unreality.  For surely my quest has not been in vain.
Truly Eden is just beyond the bend.  I must keep going.  My body -
wracked with pain.  Hunger, thirst - unbearable!  Yet if it must
be I will crawl on my knees eat the dust of the earth and suck
nectar from the cactus.  Wait!  There ahead.  One more mile.  

Just... one... more... (fade to black)

Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016

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I need it to rain

I need to hide
to drown my sorrow
to not feel obligated to stay a secret
the darkness to blanket my self inflicted pain
the thunder to stifle my screams
the lightening to set me on fire
I need it to rain...

I need to be revitalized and invigorated
to feel serene and tranquil
to be calm and collected
the darkness to bring me peace
the thunder to direct my mind
the lightening to guide my heart
I need it to rain...

I need to escape
to feel the ground at my feet
to feel the wind in my hair
the darkness to blind my captor
the thunder to clap in approval
the lightening to sever my shackles 
I need it to rain...

I need to grow
to heighten my potential
to cultivate and thrive
the darkness to shelter my fraility
the thunder to ward off any imminent danger
the lightening to strike as my weapon
I need it to rain...

I need to be laid to rest
for someone to cry for me
for someone to long for me
the darkness to resemble my abscence
the thunder to echo my voice through your ears
the lightening to flash visions of me before your eyes
I need it to rain...

Copyright © VALERIE THE HEAVY HEARTED POET | Year Posted 2013

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The Journey of a Tear

It often trickles slowly, timid and shy
From the inner eyelid of a song
Or down the cheek of a distant mountain
A sunset rising beyond the hill, or moonlight on the window sill
A rose in bloom…a drop of dew…so tiny, sweet and beautiful
It fills a cup with voiceless wonder, and deep affection
It languishes softly…with wild abandonment
And will not be tamed 

But, another kind is rooted deep
Buried where the light can’t reach
The anguish of the world falls on it’s cheek
It dwells beside the hopeless shore
Until thundering waves can't be ignored
The first single tear drifts down the walls
Into the shadowy tide of a river, longing
Bleeding old wounds, through all the old hurts
Looking for a place to hide
The sky above the earth will darken
Behind a leaden, lumpy cloud bank
Now the day has puckered up a bottom lip
Round spattering tears are warm
Prelude to the storm
The day will weep
Until it falls asleep

For the One Silver Tear Contest: 7/26/12

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012

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Orient Express: Collaboration Poem By JaDazzle Jan Allison and Darren Watson

We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a dream 
We didn't think we had a chance of winning 
Entering just for fun I guess 
but thanks to simple poem we are grinning 
As we board the Orient express.
London to Paris, what a dream come true
I never dreamed the sparks would fly between us two
The fireman stokes the boiler; and releases a jet of steam
The guard collects our tickets and we begin our dream
Days and nights together on this magnificent train
Travel through beautiful places, seeing new terrain
Enthralled at the elegance and beauty of the carriage
Will our trip together end up with our marriage
Looking so handsome in your new dinner jacket
Glad you won this holiday; it must have cost a packet
The ambiance of the surroundings is utter bliss
We seal our relationship with a tender kiss
Holding hands so gently we share a vintage wine
Sitting in the Pullman coach you rest your head on mine
Velvet blue sky and shining stars start to cast their spell 
The romantic seine has such stories to tell.

In Paris we visit the galleries of fine art
Holding your hand I realise you have captured my heart
We pass through the Arc De Triomphe and climb the Eiffel Tower 
Now I surrender to your feminine power
Retire with me to the Napoleon suite 
Sharing in the splendour of this romantic treat
Promise to be my Mam'selle Josephine 
Or expose my heart to Madame Guillotine  

You look so beautiful and smell divine 
I kiss your lips, They taste of fine wine
We are lost in the flames of passions fire 
As we quench the thirst of true loves desire
Our bodies rise and fall as we entwine
Oh I’m so glad that you are mine
All those feelings denied and for so long suppressed 
Come to the fore aboard the Orient express.

Passion abates we are wrapped in each others arms
Darren wants more so I succumb to his great charms
Our fire ignites with desire and great passion
Hour upon hour – this man I can’t ration
Finally we reach the end of the line
Our love making session has been so divine
Arm in arm we head out of the carriage door
So hopelessly in love – who could ask for more

15th April 2014
Jan Allison and Darren Watson - 'JaDazzle'

Please also read my Blog about our collaboration

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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Leaves talking

As long as I can remember
I have been green and on this branch.
They tell me soon I will become tinged,
Glow bright red,
Burn orange,
Or shine like gold.
I can hardly wait!

And soon after I shall
Embark on that journey
They have been talking about,
And I am a bit scared.
A wind will come, they say,
And rip me away,
Fling me wildly into the air,
Whirl me around in mad dance,
Toss me, smash me,
Lash me
With rain
Before I crash
To the ground
All wet and ripped.

But maybe, some say,
On a quiet sunny day,
A tiny breeze, almost unnoticed,
Will gently pluck me off,
And I shall sail on the air,
Swaying to and fro,
And descend softly
Onto a rustling pile.

September 14, 2016
For contest: Leaves Talking
Sponsor: John lawless
1st place

Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Phantom Slippers of Thoughts

Without soul nourishment our spirits shall wither and die.
Words are a mere instrument, but can reflect truth to power. 
Of our faith within love and understanding—truth begs mercy, 
Whilst melting honey-sweet crystals kiss thy soft warm cheeks. 
We dream and bathe inside the sun’s most radiant gift of desire. 
Cool waters of divine creation lovingly quench this desert fire, 
And the haunting spectre of death shall never be an end to us!
Winds of such deep-thoughts softly and sweetly sting at once, 
When I show you a mirror-image of what our destiny can be. 
Adrift in storms of fervid emotions I give in now to your love. 
I see a temple of beauty I once bowed down to under your gaze, 
As your red-hot daggers strike deepest cords in this coldest breeze.  
Now holding hands sunlight-sparkled with you inside this dream,
This heartfelt satisfaction’s worth more than all the world’s gold!

Riches fall from Heaven now in shining jewels of misted pearls,
Whilst I walk alone in deepest thoughts in my blue suede shoes.
Living-loving inside a sole-soul of dreams—true and unbounded,
I hear songbirds whistle and whisper in such joy by God’s grace.
Our souls may nourish themselves on the eternal power of our love.
With God as our witness—we fear not what death shall bring to us,
For our love and true destiny exist far beyond this mortal world!  

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 15, 2016
(Free Verse)       

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

ABC Love Poem

                            ~My Trip With Love~

A arrival from Montreal to San Francisco seeing my son and his children.
B beautiful red roses on my approach expressing their love towards me. 

C for caring to have an eye contact honoring my motherly devotion & fidelity.
D for dreams come true when i sleep at night in my own studio. 

E for enjoy having our breakfast first day while exchanging our life time stories.
F for faithfulness towards one another was so important since his childhood.

G good friends who invites me to their homes to meet their families.
H for happiness when I run to the restaurant help greett his customers at work.

I interfering with my sons life is a long forgotten issue, a perpetual respect . 
J for jokes we exchange together through evenings laughing endlessly.

K kissing me good night when the night is over for me to retire.
L for love that I get from both of them when I cook an oriental dish.

M morning ride on a tour with family & soft music while driving.
N for never do I complain about any subject when shared together. 

O older, but I don't let them feel my arthritis pains when I am visiting. 
P for pictures are taken as souvenirs from this fabulous journey once a year 

Q quite evenings when I leave my son and wife to have an intimate night.
R for roll up my sleeves to clean their home to amaze them out of love.

S surprise when home from work to a house clean & table set for dinner. 
T transport for me is the subway my independence not to bother him.

U unique love between a son and mother, he is my rock. Best friends.
V variable outings touring the city while discussing his children's future.

W wanting those happy days to last forever. But will return next year. 
X xylophone for enjoying the music of our last dinner together.

Y yearning from my depth to have wanted my stay to last longer.
Z zone when we said farewell at the end of the visitors area. Tears of joy.
Visiting my sons once a year is my dream come true forever. The love for my children has always been, "The Endless Love Of A Child".

Therese Bacha
. 28/5/2013

 An ABC poem :For Alfred Vassello

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Flickered Candle - A collaboration with Eileen Ghali

A huge shout out to my dear friend, Eileen, for creating a wonderful memory with this collaboration. There is a vital lesson when moments like this are created: The cure to uncertainty is togetherness. May we all make more memories like this. Friendships, real ones, are a commodity.

Surrounded by impenetrable marble

A stained glass perception
Milks dignity from dilapidated pores

I stare unto retribution’s flame
Gliding softly on waxy façade

Holding the hand of a friend

I hold on, 

Distorted view of reality
Piercing inner sanctum

Veil of peace

Torn asunder
Set aflame

Melancholic facades
Dripping in hardened tears
Waxy build-up

Inner core of existence


Licked by burning infernos,

I hold on…

Holding the hand of a friend

We raise eagle’s wing
Banishing oppressive lips

Venomous soliloquies
Tasting alliterated misdirection
Uninvited to solace’s peak

Our time is now
Our time is now!

Our time
Turning hourglass sands
Into horizontal awakenings

This eloquent candle will never wane. 

Our strength faces resurgence
Your hands to mine

My soul awakened, revived

Our orange-hued sands of time
Reversing ravages of melting tears

Candle light, incandescent,
But not melting
On this night

But no hesitant flickers,
On this night

Generating heat of bonded hands
Bonded minds

Burning flame of mystery

I hold on to your hand.

This is our time


Words set to eternal flame

Oh, yes. 

This eloquent candle shall never wane.

©Drake J. Eszes & Eileen Ghali

Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last

For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 

Copyright © Shiraz Iqbal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

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

Details | Free verse | |

The Same

You used to look at me.

You glanced upon my ripened, caramel skin
With palpitated affirmations
Of your smile



Your titanium pupils
Illuminating across Merlot filled chalices

Another umbrella drop
Another hungry thrust
Unto solemn choruses

Another choir of sonatas
Filling our bells
Turning the tides
Against full moon deceptions

Yet, the sun rose.

We would lie on park benches’ lap
As I covered my thorns
To avoid your judgments
Drawing your attention to cresting waves
By our lakeside

Yet, the clouds rolled in.

As vehement rainfall
Caused my roots to blossom
My thorns to strengthen

You were poked by my errors.

Another angel cries.

These wingless flaws I shed
Within retinal waterfalls

As I hold onto empty, rickety barrel
For dear tomorrows

Am I
Not good enough for you

Has your pulse’s arrhythmia from yesterday

Will you still take my hand
In whimsical slow dance
Through God’s uncertainty

Because, tomorrow,
I will still be the same.

©Drake J. Eszes

Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

My Last Wish

If only I can ask the world
To gather all the love
Each person has.

If only I can feel the love
Free of inhibitions in some extent 
And share it with everyone.

If only I can be 
With the love of yours
So that I can have my last wish.

If you permits me to  live and die 
Unconditionally with and without you
Oneness reflected indeed.

Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

A Room Full of Butterflies

Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.

A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
an oasis
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
painted Ladies
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A country walk

A babbling stream, a peaceful lane
These are the things that I enjoy
As I walk on a summers day
With a warm gentle breeze upon my face

A cottage in a field, with swirling smoke
A family sitting round ready to eat
Rich chicken soup and freshly baked bread
Then five little children all snug in their bed

A flitting bird upon the nest
Protecting her brood from unknown harm
A cow chewing cud all gentle and calm
Then sheep and one dog in one accord

Oh what a beautiful land we have
If we would take the time to see
Instead of rushing through the day
Let’s sit for a while and take it all in

Copyright © julie clark | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

A Journey of Souls

To touch another soul on this journey
To affirm the value of your fellowman
To walk in the shoes of a man that’s broken
Is to walk this earth with God

To wade through murky waters 
To be at peace amidst the storm
To believe that you are truly free                                             
Is to trust in the word of God

To love in spite of animosity
To fear no one, but to do wrong 
To rise up and walk each time you fall  
Is to be the apple of God’s eye

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013