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Details | Ballad | |

The Squirrel

~My Nutty Squirrel Poem~

Up in a tree, on a branch
Now you see me, now you don't!

Sneaky and fast, I'm adorable
Now, why would you hunt or shot me for fun?
Do you like, how fast I run?
I'm not just another chipmunk 
Stuffing my face with nuts,
I'm classy and beautiful, 
The  best  part  of   nature.....

Red pointed ears, I hear you drawing near.
Chuckle, chuckle, caffeine free
I saw you looking at my fine coat.
Fluffy and curious, touch me and I'm Calling PETA!
See YA---  Life Is Beautiful!!!
I'm stuffing these nuts back into my mouth 
and Jumping onto another tree :) The End
Love The Squirrel from another World.  

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative | |

The Clouds


God, can I hold your hand and follow you?

"Gods voice"
My child, it is I who will walk with you! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across earth. Your love and devotion are what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You ran to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles and tribulations. We could not speak, it was my light that kept you from going weak.

God, are you a dream of beauty? The holy book.
My preacher spoke of the afterlife, calling it paradise. 
I remember now, I felt this company once before, this light.
Many times, I forsake the light and still you never left my door.
I felt it on the day I was born, 
the day I became baptized in your holy name. 
I felt this light before, can you explain it once more? 
Lord pleases clarify the day I fell down to my knees, accepted Jesus as my savior? 
On that day, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my  failures’.  
Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

"Gods voice" 
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, 
Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. 
My child, you were not searching for the right answers.

My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray enough?

"Gods voice"
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself,  
I always answered even when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your soul's disguises.

Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? 
My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence-- 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

"Gods voice"
Getting right with me has brought you here!

One more question My Heavenly Father
Can I see My Daughter, Mothers, Sisters, family, and friends?


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

Details | Limerick | |



Jan Has no Tan

I once saw a gal called Jan
So sexy she made me ran
Straight to the vicar
Said marry us quicker
Whilst she drank her tea on the can

She is as White as pure Sand

I once met a gal in white dress
I fell straight in love I must confess
She was drinking her tea
While I stared at her knee
Surely my intentions she guessed

She Sips Her Tea Daily

I once met a gal drinking Tea
My heart was pumping in glee
From her nose to her toes
When she smiled I froze
So charming I become a devotee

While I Admire Her so Gayly

When I saw the lady in the white dress
My thoughts she I did undress
As she gazed out the window
She caught peeking Jimbo
Who was in quite the state of distress

I am a fan of the great poet Jan

There once was a gal who could fart
She refined it into an art
Her white dress in a breeze
Would lift till you sneeze
But she’ll always be my sweetheart

Notes: I just realized the title, as far as Jan is concerned , well could have a double meaning!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Carpe Diem | |

Life is Fine

This life is fine
The world is mine
Though I can’t stop
The hands of time

The birds all sing
And flowers bloom
The sun still shines
And chases gloom

And I can view
The sparkling sea
And all the stars
Just dance with me

The clouds, they hide
And I must seek
The creatures small
At me, they peek

The grass is cool
Beneath my feet
The water dew
Now wets my cheek

I have true friends
A family
And hope of an 

A place where I
Will not fear death
Where all is sweet
Upon my breath

Where tears will cease
to touch my face
And I am blessed
By Heaven’s Grace

My life is fine
The world is mine
This is my time
To truly shine

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Pretty Flower in the Deep woods

VINEYARDS of HAPPINESS          ---------------------      GARDEN of SORROW

There is no greater Happiness,-----------when-----------Pulling away  sorrow
then being in my  lover's arms,-------letting go of----Broken memories 
Kissed by his  hungry lips,-------------------------------Rejecting all hunger, of love
spoiled by his sweetest charms.-----------------------The surface spoiled look in his face

There is no greater Happiness,------------------------Holding the depth of solitary sorrow
feeling my love's warm embrace,-----------------------Feelings of cold,no emotions on Gods grace
Meeting in our secret GARDEN,-----------------------Prolonging the visit to our VINEYARD
Opening dreams' golden gates.------------------------the door you open leads into dark woods

There is no greater Happiness,-------------------------Reviving every motion of sorrow
and there 'll never be ,for me,----------------------------trapped forever inside of me
till that far promised day,------------------------------------Broken promises day by day
My Honey  love s' here with me.------------------------a wound so fresh, damaged like a twig

            HAPPINESS  -------------------------to-------------------- SADNESS

Happiness to me,is as easy as can be,----------------Sadness triumphs over anything in me
a doughnut,a cup of English Tetley tea.------some nights----------A bucket of ice cream,a bottle of Jack Daniel
Lying on my beige leather sofa,------------some days-------------Slouching up against the wall
Covered by a Woolen red tartan rug,------------- tears fallen like a red river on the carpet
Hugging and Kissing,Fondling and snogging,--- some mornings ---Crying and Weeping,Wiping the Sobbing
Just watching T.V.------------------------------------------Just imaging you                                                                    

         THE  ROSE===============================WITHER

Love is a Pink Rose,--------------------------------------------A rose in the dark woods
with a crown of thick Grey thorns,--------------------------Like a cloud following you
delicate and strong.-----------------------------------------------Tilting till its gone
By ;Charma                                                        By : P.D.

inspired By : Charmaine Chircop            compose By : Poet Destroyer

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ballade | |

All Things Beautiful

Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace,
Stroking the oak by the old wooden gate,
Guided by trust to my lovers embrace,
Pouring my heart into leaves as they bate
Wind into dancing as feet hesitate,
Just long enough to find rhythm, I trace
Patterns in air as the pollen creates -
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

Sky paints a picture for moon in dark space,
Vast driven oceans of life demonstrate
Love for the mountainous deserts displaced,
Each born anew, by the wind to its fate -
Seamless infinity’s natural state,
Is seeing your eyes on another’s kind face
And Finding forgiveness for those who breed hate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace

Out in the sun as light seeks out its place,
Faith comes to breathe as it encapsulates
Bodies of men where his truth is encased,
Dreamers whose dreams become true and innate,
Their journey is hard but rewarding and great
Where love can be found but cannot be replaced
And words that when written just right captivate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

Each breath I breathe makes me appreciate
How beautiful life is, how rich and how chaste -
Nature’s perfection is light incarnate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

copyright Kristin Reynolds 2008

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme | |

Love Is

Love is a rainbow mirrored in the sky
Its free, its beautiful and tells no lies

A gleaming reflection
Upon the still of a pond
The dewy mist on a freshly cut lawn

Love is a sanctuary for our innermost fears
A tiny capsule to hold all of our tears

A symbol of beauty, rare to be found
Its strength and convictions
Knows no bounds

Love is the touch of our first newborn
So soft, so delicate, so easy to adore

An unconditional consenting of souls
An awareness, a spirit, unique to its own

Love soothes and heals though cannot be bought
An eternal commitment so widely sought

Love is a truth and blossoms for few
A necessity of life, a uniting of hearts
A palette so stunning, so beautiful and new

Love is how I feel for you.

Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? | |

"My, Beautiful *Star Light" ~

Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters; turning

Amid my spindrift Soul wherein loves tumult rages....

Crashing through this pulsing heart that knowingly craves her ~

Aneath these turquoise tides, which tear burnt pages?!

Washed upon the shore to feed the pyramids pyre

Torn from destined books carving ancient time....

Spirits chanting dreams while dancing in the fire

Captured by the flames of oranges burning; loves sublime ~

Sunrise, now gathering blue horizons to kiss the wrested nights

Waning heavens waving a million reflections left, glittering deep inside....

Astringent embers touching tranquility while as floating through the rougish sky

Seraphic, turbid waves in turgid waters still, only to subside!?

Torn from destined books carving ancient time; this 

My own Aphrodite.... 


...."My, Beautiful *Star Light" ~

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2011

Details | Verse | |

Behind Those Beautiful Eyes

Behind those beautiful eyes,
So much anger,so much mistrust,
Always expecting the worst,
Always conversing about the bad
things life has to offer,

Behind those beautiful eyes,
So much hurt,so much pain,
Bottled up bad experiences overflowing,
Crying to be unleashed,to be released,

Behind those beautiful eyes,
High expectation,countless plans,
Many things to still achieve,
So many things you still haven't done,

Behind those beautiful eyes,
Is a body,searching for comfort,
A mind,searching for peace,
And a heart searching for true love,

All behind those beautiful eyes.....

Copyright © Richard Palmer | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ghazal | |


IN THE MEADOWS IS MY DREAM Strolling, strolling we are in the meadow: airy and green where asters, dahlias, nod and wink passing their green With him by my side, the hours of dread and fear are gone His blue eyes speak: "we're a match in heaven, always green" Dandelion heads float like little parachutes while we walk, he spinning me round and round in the carpet of golds and green Eyes to eyes meet, no more words from A to Z, we need not speak for our heartbeats duet in vibrato of love so evergreen Afar we hear thumps of small feet and some thunder laughs, He and I turn round we behold our kids innocent and green Father God-- the author of love along blue feathers and yellow smile is watching over us in that vast green... _________________________________________________________________ 8:40 pm , April 24, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |


STARS LIGHT, THEY SHINE BRIGHT Glowing gems that dress the night, I yearn to know your brightness art blinking quick, blinking slow my running thoughts you make them go... From arid desert to distant worlds, stars white shimmer a wordless speech: their wink--a gift of hope to travelers who dare tread the darkest steep. In my arms, I have one little star so mild, so child, my antidote to fear twinkle in her eyes, my happiest tear years ebb my star bloom to a big star I clap loud for my star scintillates from afar Amidst terrors strike, she, standing still her Venus light shining in the flight of years. She soft-hearted despite some limiting steel My star swim, swim to life's stream 'til pass a tide, she found her hearts' star One day he said: "she is his dearest" so eighth of February, they breath their vows Soon, after a year, my before little star now cradles her own baby star. Her eyes so deep, her grin so sweet, our little star add a touch of treats. Twinkle, twinkle little stars-- gleam silver above the skies let your light boogie near or far on each fair fields that before us lie. ______________________________________________ Sponsor Kelly Deschler Contest Name Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Placed 5th... O.E. Guillermo 2:12 pm, April 24, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

The Forest Green....

As early dawns sunlight, of golden glass....

Now drips from the ambient forest of green

Showers of light reflected, from across the pond

Gazing amid the cabins threshold; these love laced thoughts

A nightingale lingering; singing atop the windows ledge
Faraway whispers, from the preludings winds of time....

Ushering these images, beyond the corridores of ones soul

Still waters resurgent; resplendent, upon the silverish blue

Alluvions resillence, painted in criterion before my eyes

Lavishly renewed colours, brushed gently this heart of mine....

Fireflies and butterflies, floating through the turquoise sky

Melodies atop this brilliant canvas', carousels of life ~

But, as the pendulums gravities of truth sway inside my mind

I find myself within a fortitude of ponder; fortified
By the realization that not all is fairytales and or, ice cream rides....

Pestilence of plights befalling millions and who's wrong or right?

Thus in the referendum of self, one must choose and decide

The ways of justice, balanced upon the scales of conscious

Betwixt the pabulums dividing lines of love and hate?

And a poet writes....

Peering across the pond unto the other side

Beautiful faces beautiful eyes, beautiful hearts and beautiful lives

Red Robins sing and White Swans they fly ~

Embracing them all; this knowing; these treasures inside!?


The forest green....

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

Oh Those Eyes

All those that I have loved before and the ones that will come after would never have those eyes Oh those eyes the moon of night those smiling eyes that do not shine yet glow with comfort in my life His unforgotten cheeks a musky scent of blown gardenias treaded softly in my sleep His Spring-kissed skin The fresh sweet taste of last aquatic dew which poured and reached my soul within Without demand I think of him And whoever said that men can never smell like flowers and whoever said that men can never taste like rain Those are the ones who never stretched their arms as far as to behold the one and whisper out his name.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Where Roses Never Die

I remember the first roses I received.
I was going on my first official date,
and my beau brought me a beautiful 
bouquet of red roses. At the time I was 
so embarrassed when I had to bring them 
into the house and put them in a vase 
with all my siblings grinning at me.

Our relationship lasted a little longer then 
the roses, but eventually they both died.

I remember the roses I picked out for
my wedding day. I insisted they be yellow 
because that happened to be my
favourite colour of roses at the time.
After the wedding I put them in the freezer 
where they lived in a frozen state for many 
years among the steaks and rouladen.

Although I treasured them dearly I eventually 
had to throw them out and they died.

I remember the single red rose my seven
month old son, with the help of his father
 brought me on my very first Mothers Day.
It was one of the proudest days of my 
life actually holding the title of all 
titles, Mother. I had held that dream 
in my heart since I was a young girl.

Time past before my son said the word Mother,
And long before he did, that rose had also died.

In the years to come I received many roses.
Red roses, yellow ones, white roses, blue,
orange roses, pink roses, rainbow roses too.
For Mothers day, wedding day, birthdays,
holidays, date days, Sundays and just for fun days.
Roses were always there from the day of marriage 
until they filled my husbands grave.

Now all those roses, every single one, all gifts
of love, have died. Every last one.

The most amazing thing occurred over all
those years, although the roses died
memories of each and every one of them
live on till this day. I still see them in their 
original beauty, smell their sweet scents. 
If it wasn’t for those roses, would I still
remember those special days? 

My eyes have taken the pictures of each rose
and filed them in my heart, where roses never die.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Roses, Roses, Roses

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

- New Life Awakens -

With a loving heart,
filled with peace and harmony
In the afterbirth new life emerges
An eternal optimist in Spite of living

Starlight sparkles in this globe softly glistens
Everything seems to be perfectly normal
Gentle spirit refines where the thought is good
Dream you shine a warm sunbeam gift

We live for truth and justice sake
The numbered days and duration of happy feelings
A glimpses of human life takes shape
Golden delicious fruit of Eden

Happiness can not be conquered, 
it must be openly received
A sun melting inside warm thoughts
Staring across the horizon clouds pearl white

My desires, my needs, my happiness
As fallen people with meaningless deeds
Dreamy cotton skies echo into one song
The ability to grasp facts of nature around us

Faraway mountains sailing yearns
Over the hills a warm thought in breeze blows 
Starlight twinkles in the eyes of a dream 
Coasting along on a deep blue sea wave kiss

Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  25.08.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet | |

Have You Looked up at The Sky Today

Have you looked up at the sky today and watched the birds that flew pass?                                     Did you notice the white fluffy clouds and a beautiful rising sun so vast?

Have you looked at the trees around and noticed the fruits and flowers that bares?                           A variety of beautiful colours that it displays.  Do me a favour, just stop and stare.

Have you looked around your home today and saw all that you achieved?                                         or did you rush out as normal again and forget the office keys?

Have you looked around work today and noticed every one stressed?                                               Most of them in such a bad mood and some of them in a complete mess.

Have you listened to the radio today and sang along to some of the songs?                                       Even though you might sing out of tune or sometimes get the words wrong.

Have you looked up at the sky tonight and saw the beauty that it holds?                                           Or where you afraid to go outside that late in case you caught a cold?

Down the road could be a man who was born without sight.                                                           Yet thee most humble being and “hears” everything in delight.

On the other side could be a woman who will never be able to hear.                                                 But full of love to everyone cause she sees their love so clear.

Someone out there has no family or friends and someone will never be able to walk                           Someone out there has no job or home and someone will never be able to talk.

I guess that the problem with society today is not appreciating what’s already been given.               
Simple yet priceless gifts from above, that’s always in front of us, never hidden.

Look around, appreciate and see how you have been blessed.                                                         Family and friends surround you, yes even though your life could be a mess.

A home, a job, a car to drive, clothes and food to eat.                                                                     Remind me once again why you are never upbeat?

So have you looked up at the sky today and noticed the beauty that surrounds?                                 And thanked God for all you have or did you rush out and started the day with a frown?

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum | |

The Golden Hour

Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.
Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's 
dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside each ear
A bare-chested Apollo cycles in low-slung shorts.

Waves of your jet-black hair, short-cropped like Caesar's, 
my ardeur imagines eyes a molten sapphire blue.
A bare-chested Apollo cycles in low-slung shorts,
calves taunt, thigh muscles pumping, a true stallion.

My ardeur imagines eyes a molten sapphire blue.
surely, the night sky is less beautiful than your eyes,
Legs with calves taunt, thigh muscles pumping, a stallion,
lovely man-child, whose dreams will you soon make true?

Surely, the night sky is less beautiful than your eyes.
Dripping tendrils on a chiseled brow, wisps beside each ear,
lovely man-child, whose dreams will you soon make true?
Gorgeous boy, your skin shines in the sun’s golden hour.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

The WORD-Heroic Crown of Sonnets


The WORD was there before the dawn of time
the Trinity communed in sacred tongue
with sounds unheard, unspeakable, sublime
they uttered words of their unending Love.
With power in God's WORD the world was formed
and from His mouth the universe was placed
His voice so strong, like clapping thunderstorms
God's crowning glory was the human race.
With flaming tongues, God set the sun on high
by His commands, He placed the sea and land
made creatures on the earth and in the sky
and with His breath, God breathed life into man.
Tis mystery, God's ways we'll never know
His Voice, unheard by any living soul.


His Voice, unheard by any living soul
and yet in heaven angels heard His Voice
while gathered round God's throne they would behold
His majesty, and with their songs rejoice.
Angelic messengers went to and fro
to carry out the bidding of the Lord
and Lucifer, so beautiful and bold
was chosen to receive a grand reward.
To him was given power o're the earth
a prince to oversee, protect his realm
yet with great pride, he viewed his greater worth
than God Almighty, and from heaven fell.
Allowing freedom, even angels find
most Holy God proclaimed His grand design.


Most Holy God proclaimed His grand design
the master artist, architect of life
made rivers, trees, and mountains so divine
a stunning monument of paradise.
Alluring sweet aromas filled the air
from Eden's garden, wafting round about
young lambs could lay inside a lion's lair
peace reigned, the world was innocent throughout.
While in the Garden, Adam walked with God
it was not good for man to walk alone
the Lord made woman from his side to love
in unity their bond with God did grow.
Conversed with God, their conversation flowed
with sounds so pure, it made the angels glow.


With sounds so pure, it made the angels glow
while birds sang out sweet, melodious songs
round sacred pathways man and God would stroll
midst lavish realms of life the whole day long.
For Love's sake, God placed man above the rest
He gave him choice, would man remain steadfast?
Since God knew man, He put him through a test
to see if freedom in their love would last.
So stood two trees, of knowledge and of life
forbidden fruit, a taste of death and fate
to disobey would bring men sin and strife
would hurl them to death's tomb, from love to hate.
A choice to make, would man yield to God's plan?
Creator God, who knew the heart of man.


Creator God, who knew the heart of man
infused a spark of His own being to
his handiwork, so man could understand
a love so deep, it transforms souls anew.
To demonstrate the cherished love they shared
the Lord put stunning brilliance in the skies
sunrise, sunsets, the moon and stars shone there
to mark days passing, evidence of time.
To Adam, God assigned to name the beasts
spent time with them, observing how they lived
a daunting task, yet he could truly see
the benefits sweet innocence could give.
God's costly risk, man's free will was at stake
desired faithfulness, a choice to make.


Desired faithfulness, a choice to make
the WORD most High ordained to bring about
knew Satan would be crouched at Garden's gate
would enter in and cause great harm throughout.
The darkness slowly slithered to the light
and sweetly masked its hate with lying tongue
approached the woman, Eve, made wrong seem right
and tempted her to sin, that wicked one!
When Eve found out that she could be like God
her spirit lit with passion in her eyes
she ate the cursed fruit, too late to stop
then Adam joined her folly in his pride.
The devil came to tempt the heart of man
the enemy was near to thwart God's plan.


The enemy was near to thwart God's plan
entangled man, ensnared him with deceit
from perfect paradise mankind was banned
it caused great sorrow, making angels weep.
For it appeared that Satan had his way
had shattered lives so intimate with God
the Lord who Sees foresaw this fateful day
yet undeterred, a plan anew was wrought.
Though banished from the Garden, God remained
with Eve and Adam and their vast offspring
descendants came, too numerous to name
along with wickedness to God, their King.
Chaotic sin and death ruled Adam's race
yet sacrifice would cover for Love's sake.


Submitted on 5/9/2016
Heroic Crown Of Sonnets contest

Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

My Beautiful Pocahontus ~

Red Cloud....

These reminiscing waters have grown somewhat stagnant now; mirthless repose

It seems as the shimmering simile river begins its, millennials requiem

Canines still echoing somewhere beyond the sunlit sparkling of her eyes ~

While as their hunters now gather amid the densely diluted cannabis woods

In search of this lone gray wolf; Calaxial, their long sought after prize....

Sine qua nons aurora borealis' zenith from afar, his guide; apsis

Her fragrant scent beyond the wildflower clusters afore this linden twilights

Reflections of resplendencies graceful contours within, her beauties silkened coat ~


{Amid Renaissonic Refurb}

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? | |

On A Train To "Dreamendon"

Fingers tapping....

Upon the windows pane

To a certain rhythm inside

Inside, as the colors and the sights

Out of concious mind

Quickly pass me by

Contemplating deeply, I suppose

Heaven knows....

While out of the corner of my eye

Suddenly, I break this course of thought

As I see her sitting there

A cup of coffee held warmly

Within her soft and lovely hands

Her beautiful smile

As she notices my glance

Upon a train....

Bound for someones somewhere?

And I think unto myself

While staring back out

Quickly across the ambient skies

Unto a world, far beyond this place....

Tapping my fingers gently

As I turn to see her again

Thinking of forever, thoughts

And how, I have never believed

In chance....

Touching the windows frame

Wondering about her life, her story, herself

My eyes, beyond these color marked skies, now

Turning, with a cup of coffee

Still, within her perfect and precious hands

Smiling as I amber

Slowly to where she sits

Tapping her fingers, and tilting her head

"Hello my dear, have not I met you before?"

A gleam of acknowledgment 

As she smiles and says, "Yes"

Upon a train....

Going to someones somewhere?

I take a seat, and I boldly take her hand

Knowing, as the conductor calls out

"Tickets please; " as she reaches into her purse

And I, within the pocket of my shirt

As I gaze into her eyes

Deeply, as she gazes into mine

Next stop; tapping upon the table top

To a rhythm, of beautiful thoughts

Eyes turning unto the ambier skies

Her hand, now gently clutching mine

"I have never believed in chance," she said

As I slowly leaned forward

And then, softly kissed her parting lips

"Here we are," she quietly whispered 

Into my now, enraptured ears

Upon a train....

Unto someones somewhere?

As the conductor called out, "Welcome"



         ~ "Dreamendon" ~

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2008

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Yet to Come

a small old woman
sat in the field
in the most sturdy chair
face upturned
to fireworks
and she said over and over to her son's wife
"in all my life i never saw that before"
again and again
the colors exploded
into stars and galaxies of different sparks
and her tiny face turned up in wonder
"i've never seen anything so beautiful before"
and there you could see
her face as a girl
her life to come
her love ahead
and all the beautiful things she'd never seen before
and turning
I could see again
the same in her granddaughter's eyes.

Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009

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The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Nothing To Fear

Way before the sunrise is when I start my day
I offer thankfulness in the prayer that I pray

I do love the morning with its beautiful sunrise
Especially when reflecting off clouds in the sky

My life is a journey with my soul as the guide
What makes it beautiful is my wife at my side

My children are my strength; encouraging me
I make sure that everyday is truly all it can be

My friends are many though old-friends are few
For I no longer agree with the things that they do

I still hold them all in my prayers and my heart
Nothing in this life could ever pry them apart

So what is the story the meaning of this rhyme?
The blessing is there if we just follow the sign

To accept the blessings the place we must start
Just be as a child and look through your heart

Be as a child; cherish every one of your dreams
If you wish to feed the river than become a stream

Everything will happen in its own time and place
You will truly find peace once you’ve found grace

Since love is the place where we all need to start
Remember, be kind and gentle to your own heart

One day, “Old Saint Peter,” will open up the gate
There is nothing to fear for heaven will be great

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2010

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The Opening

--The opening of a new life--

Airborne smiles under a pessimistic cloud
Peaceful living memories, wiping every frown 
Vibrant beams throughout the night 
The outflow shadows cloud nine;

Scoot away from the pain,
Enjoy all eyes towards the gateway
An endless fate awaits 

Maybe not today
Perhaps not tomorrow
Be Free * Live Happily
And just Believe--
--The Beginning of everything--

By; PD

A Sweet Merry Christmas   From: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |


DREAMS OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY Leaves falling during autumns years they bless my ribbon memories of how it was childhood shadows brown like withered grass for now am old and soon shall breathe my last.. I sit quiet to travel on bygone days, on the streets before, I have ropes to play blend of dolls and bubbles also made me gay but the child in me still yearns to pass these ways. From curves of mountains to nations across the sea, to journey more, I ask God to direct where I'll be... I passed a plant its leaves swaying with the breeze, years fold, the same plant is now a fruit-bearing tree. I view the puffy-feathered skies and its blue, I smile each breaking dawn for it's silvery new. I tackle each task fast and through but before I knew, hours gone and done, I finished some-- I missed a few. When evenings globes of wordless speech shine allowing me to run, run into garden of dreams, of childhood once supreme but they shoot away in flutter flash on life's fluctuating stream. I hugged my knees to stop my tears a while remembering decades when my body is still a child. I keep the tears to my chest as I go by, if only, good times replay... I want them again. Each bulging grin that rise unto east horizon, Each satellite, modelling slow on her turning points in stellar of green, and her clouds of powder white, I quench my thirst drinking the beaming tides. Down earth, I linger to verdure adorned of rosy blush even from the arch where the gentle winds is seen to dwarf liquid curls that roll near the shore, I dreamt yesterday and still am dreaming today... Twenty years ago, blooms and fruits hang on vines so fragrant, so fragrant were those days of mine Now no more; their traces I could not find; Today, I need to make more golden memories etched to time as later, I'll be leaving them behind And if someday, one wanders in my lifes forest despite blowing winds and thunderstorms, like the tiny plant, may I be that fruit-bearing tree. ___________________________________________________________ Open Poetry Contest - Poetry Contest Sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot ~~~3rd place~~~ OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO 9:15 pm, July 11, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Flowers,,,Beautiful Flowers

Flowers...beautiful flowers.

These flowers will not replace my friend.
Their beauty will soon go the way of life-
Fade and wither and then take flight.

Piled upon this mound of dirt to mark our sorrow,
Offered as a sacrifice to soothe our souls.
Petal nor thorn could save this rose.

Like flowers cut down in height of beauty,
This face that bloomed and wore big smiles,
Is covered here to rest awhile.

Then beyond the markers numbered many,
Placed in rows to make order of death,
I saw something that took my breath.

Flowers...colorful flowers...that filled
The field yet fallow...waiting for the day
When friends and family gather...and pray.

Flowers...beautiful flowers.

Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2011

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An Act Of Birth, Is An Act OF Dying

Blackness moving slowly into light!

becoming one existance

The stars gather like flocks of birds.

See the colors mix and mingle

Creating the perfect shades of colors, the

most beautiful blue and yellow.

Funny how words could form such a savage thing.


These islands come apart

Gods fingers pulling them into various directions

By his very words they are released.

Morning and nights wed, but they are never

essembled as one.


Out of some experiment called love?

To see us form into flesh and blood

And obeying of water slowly, a piece of dirt


Spreading as far as the eyes can see

Its water circled the new dirt, and calm and 

sometimes sea's prevail!

Birth of nations!


The beautiful green, red, yellow, orange and

other shades of our humanity, vibrant fields I seek

and found before the eyes of the almighty.

New species arise, what perfection...


The heavens speak of many moods, and speaks

to us to know the time, are signs and marks of seasons.

Our days and years combined to reason. Two emotions.

One to sleep and the other to wake, His return on earth cometh

as lightening

And will cease the same by partened clouds and running

horseman, out of the clouds into earth.

And then the ocean filled with the wild and tamed

 A whisper into their hearts and souls to multiply

and above the sea which holds the sky, movements of

graceful wings sour the clouds freely, and glide beneath

a wise space

Below a newly born star.....




Atlas!  the earth has formed to paint these?

and soon our hands which once held silence

and our hearts held peace! this is good

The earth is spinning, the oceans flowing, our blood passing

the woman exist, our beast wondering, the friut so bright!

This is good!  Out of the garden. The murder of innosence

Into our ever lasting taste for flesh, obsession and power

Our need for greed and death! The birth of sin!



Atlas! the setting and rising, our beating hearts

and pulse which slows its rythem by the generations

Generations fade.. nearly rythemless life beats as the dying rose

Entering winter.


Copyright © derrick burton | Year Posted 2010

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Do The Math

On the banks of a river under the nest of a dove
He looked into the eyes of the girl that he loved

She was simply as beautiful as beautiful could be
He was bitter as the salt, which came from the sea

But something about him she could not resist
Perhaps it was the tender way that he kissed

They were truly as happy as two kids could be
Sitting there on bank under the shade of the tree

Sharing all of their dreams and all of their hearts
Not knowing their parents would soon tear them apart

She told him if I can’t have you no man will have me
Those words that she spoke were true as could be

She turned to God and he turned to dope
I guess each of them needed something to cope

She became a Nun a beautiful heavenly flower
He became a convict with a shot callers power

Throughout their lives as the story is told
Each held the other more valuable then gold

Friends to the end regardless of the path
Its all very simple if you just do the math

Written for Elaine's contest

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

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- Your Beautiful Heart -

                                    A fragile element in our body
                                               It teaches you
                                                   To love
                                                Endure pain
                                    Courage is required to use heart
                                       The people are so vulnerable
                                               Dreams of love
                                           can easily be broken
                                        Dare you use your heart
                                       Learn to feel the pleasure
                                         small and large events
                                        Unaided mind completely
                                      Wrapped in a sheath of love
                                                  Love is pure
                                      cleaner than the purest gold

A-L  Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013