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Long distance love

One day me and you may meet arm in arm we can be free we can fix it for the street or in a way no one can see to be one can be so sweet to eat as two is my plea we can go to buy a treat or sit and sip a cup of tea it can not end in one glance if you can tip me a chance in a new way we can dance it can be sad in distance but I'm a fan of persistence we are one in existence.
8 April 2016 THE FUNOM'S SONNET - Poetry Contest by Funom Makama Syllables checked on The Funom's Sonnet is a new style of sonnet of my own creation. The Funom's Sonnet consists of 14 lines, each line made up of 7/8 syllabic word count. The rhyme pattern is in this form a-b-a-b,a-b-a-b,c-c-c,d-d-d. The major unique feature of this new kind of sonnet is its words. Apart from the rhyming words, all other words in this poem should consist of not more than three letters. Asides the last word which is a rhyming word in this particular line, all others are three letters words or less. Ability to do all these make up the Funom's Sonnet.

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Be patient my heart

I have no words to use that can define, 
this task so tough to find my lover's name.
In hope, I wait for my soul to refine, 
before my heart becomes old with this game.

This language they call love has no restraint, 
yet, still I search for tongue which echoes mine. 
Perhaps there is no one who can acquaint, 
and yet, I yearn that love becomes my shrine. 

Upon this path, one can feel all alone,
when walking with no one to hold your hand.
Enraged with fate one may start to bemoan,
despite all your attempts, unloved you stand.

True love, like leaves in Spring, transcend in life; 
be patient heart, for growth is always rife.

28 May 2016
Pen a sonnet on it by Janis Thompson

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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my existence is of no importance

Life has become a monotonous task Still I am haunted by ghosts from the past Great pretender - you only see the mask Memories linger-how long will they last? Traumatic pain results in constant fears I show no emotion nor do I dwell Society mocks the man who sheds tears because of this, I shelter in a shell This heart of mine has mutated to stone It wont love again it cannot be cured I'm content in solitude - all alone All faith is lost, nothing can be restored Life is just an artificial substance My existence is of no importance Fictional The Silent One 7 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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The trip to church on Sunday wasn't long
Down dry dusty country roads closer roamed
Hearts did rejoice when singing love's sweet song
Precious memories now deeply intoned

A home filled to the brim with kith and kin
No evidence of the grief she suffered
When in her youth tales of such loss did spin
By age of twenty-five her life crumbled

Joys of a young bride with husband beside
Darling daughters three in tow~gone~from life
Oh, life issues such hard brazen blows inside
No longer was she a mother and wife

Her faith in a loving God never failed
She had strength of character which prevailed  

I have been doing some research about my biological family
I found that my father's mother was married in her youth
and had three daughters which all died as did her husband..
She married my grandfather and then had four sons which
all lived..She never gave up her faith through it all..What strength.

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014

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Truth, Shines Ever So Brightly

Truth, Shines Ever So Brightly

I was once wrapped it teeth and thick fur
ferocious and ghastly beast was me.
I was a bad dog, a wicked little cur
whipping and snapping at every small flea.

One day, the sun burnt my covering hide
and exposed my hideous skin to see.
Such truth, this heart could not abide
stung me ever so sharply like a bee.

Now comes time to hold less as much more
walk a different path free and alone.
Yes, light filtered through that sad door
where my greatest folly was then shown.

I was once wrapped in thick, shiny scales
Now a deep truth destroys those tall tales.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-09-2016

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Upon the pier of restless shore
she scans across the endless swell,
to end pain’s woe just like before...
her necklace breaks, in chilled farewell.

On edge of evening,clockwork races
with hope to drown in circling waves. 
No more a chance to hold stars’ graces,
a wish tangled in child’s tomb, engraved.

Big dipper heeds her whimper, faint
as dazzling light soaks in deep sea. 
Her infant harks ,” Mom, be restrained;
I'm here with you, through love’s glory.”

By questioning the bleak of days
her truth alights, as heart obeys.

Surviving after Suicide Attempts Contest
Sponsor: Anne Currin
by nette onclaud 

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013

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The Old Twisted Tree (English Sonnet 003)

The old twisted tree burrows into dreams,
more frightful here than in waking hours,
a wicked darkness pulses from harsh seams,
displaying its paralyzing powers.

Those gnarled branches are filled with sharp fingers,
clashing loudly in the wind's fervent fray;
over the whole valley this sound lingers-
is the only defense to kneel and pray?

Courage must face this tree with sharpened axe,
cutting through the thick bark, once and for all,
felling this fright, so the town can relax,
relishing in that evil monster's fall.

Please brave 'cutter, unleash those mighty blows,
and make sure that no new offspring there grows!

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2010

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Murder on My Mind

Could I take love and push it out the door
Make it to die and breathe of life no more
Could I take love and with a spear impale
To make it breathe it’s last, I would not fail

Could passion be a personified I’d try
To beat and torment, then I’d make it die
Desire would be next my wrathe to taste
I'd murder it for what it’s laid to waste

I would inflict the cruelest agony
For what imposters these have done to me
I’d close my ears to cries of mercy made
Until I bury them and turn the spade

For they have only gifted grief and pain
And clothed my heart in shrouds of the insane


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Modern Marketing, A sonnet

Oh heavy heart these PR men in power
Yellow waxen masks reciting lies
Discovered by research in college towers
Who watch flashing brains in MRIs
Recording as fear lightens lobes
Word and images recorded and sold by drones
For use by corporate men round the globe
Control both CEOs and worker clones
Yet life's free forces flow in city and town
For through the dark. forces strive to transcend
As ever bruised and bloodied onward bound
Through a jumble of fears passes the path of men

Copyright © linda milgate | Year Posted 2010

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A Penny for Your Thoughts

Inspired by the following quote:  "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." — Helen Keller

Why am I crying now; there must be a reason Is there something my conscious mind’s trying to hide Or could it simply be this humid, warm season The torment of seeking answers can’t be denied There are days when I wake with a smile on my face Grateful for many blessings that have been bestowed But after nightmares, I feel I’ve fallen from grace Anomalies exist in my genetic code Like my Mom, I struggle to break from depression Never understanding why feelings overwhelm Perhaps I pay for a forgotten transgression Is it a smile or a frown today at the helm Sometimes I have tendencies to internalize But the causes of these I cannot analyze
*Written March 14, 2015, for Sara’s “A Penny for your Thoughts” contest.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015

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Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes

Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes

I ate from your welcoming glitter plate
touches easing my restless soul.
Desperate, in love praying, not too late
never saw two eyes black as coal.

There were sweet drugs in your soft words
and dancing steps in your walk.
I flew with you, flew with soaring birds
heaven closer each time we talk.

Now, I hang my sad head in deepest shame
as friends point out how you used.
Seeing contempt at how you played the game
that left me so miserable and bruised.

Now your dirty plate sits in a closet still.
Force myself, to lock it there against my will!

Robert J. Lindley , 09-26 -2015

Note- Sonnet on deep betrayal and blindness that
love brings. 
Based on a sad reality for me many decades ago..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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He Meant All To Me-

When I was young, I use to talk to God,
in secret conversations in my head.
And I never thought that these talks were odd,
no more than when I knelt beside my bed.

I would speak to Him mostly every day,
asking for His help, for the umpteenth time.
And I would beg Him to take me away,
anywhere but home, would have been sublime.

I lived in fear of my father's beatings,
from early on, God was my only friend.
And in my heart I cherished our meetings,
yet, the beatings and nightmares didn't end.

Now, I'm as cynical, as one can be,
for where was God, when He meant all to me?

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Dark Angel

How intricate your mind. How it can vex! A labyrinth that offers no escape, its walls are glazed with patterns that perplex. I glimpse inside. At times I stop and gape at murals which reveal an iridescence. But shallow are the joys you sometimes feel. I turn to find I’m facing evanescence. Intense emotions swell; become surreal. They swirl with thought; descending, they exude through dark partitions winding through your head. The maze becomes a spiral to seclude you from the world and me. I feel your dread. Dark angel, trapped in strange and endless gloom, to stay with you would mean to share your doom. For Nathan's ......."INSANITY or DEATH"......Poetry Contest Theme: Insanity to Darkness

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Stepping from the darkness of alone

I must carry this torch down to the cave
To shed light upon the walls of my heart
For, if not, I will take it to my grave
And on that path may make an early start

I cannot think of love, when love is what
Consumes my every thought in every hour
I gambled all I have and took my shot
Chanced my wretched life to fate’s cruel power

But love is what I deeply need to give
My life is not my own unless it’s shared
This aching heart with which I have to live
Must find his mate if he’s to be repaired

But first I must let go the one I crave
And leave this burning torch within the cave ~

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008

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Death, A Mystery So Dreaded

Death, A Mystery So Dreaded

What light will shine upon my demise
  perhaps a lone candle burning low
Penny for your thoughts sounds so wise
  will that light burn truly to glow!

Will light shadows dance upon the wall
  a lively jig, complete with shouts
Will I still hear my beloved ones call
  or even know to have such doubts?

Can I wander back, check on my friends 
  just a quick glimpse just to see
Shall death have twists, turns and bends
  or deep blackness merely engulf me?

My love, my life- will it not be missed?
If so, I await our sweet eternal tryst?

R.J. Lindley
Oct. 17th 1979  

Note-- 	Eileen Manassian mentioned in a 
blog comment that she thought my sonnets 
quite good. So I now break out this sonnet
from my private journal written 36 years ago 
when I was 25 years old(wild as a mustang).
I dedicate its public showing to her, my friend.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Will liberty ring out again,
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies;
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory,
is respect just a word,
spoken,but never heard:
How long,how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when ,when, will ego bend the knee,
the victim is not me
my friend,my friend,it's we.

Who rings this bell of liberty
truly sounds,our culture's death knell.

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010

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Epitaph On Embraced Denial

Epitaph On Embraced Denial 

Rocks falling from so many dark night skies
Rotten fruit baked into newly prized pies
Evil racing in disguised as fine new light
For we not blind by this enlightened sight!

Storms now called lovely soothing breeze
Glory and praise heaped upon broken trees
The new thought given out as purest gems
Broken vows pretending to be faithful hymns!

Stars shining on man on sad earthly ground
Fail to expose decrees so wickedly unsound
Life now races on a long deeply false path
Lies told on why we now reap God's holy wrath!

O' man! Why not seek what you absolutely deny
That without God, our souls shall never fly!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-22- 2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Dead Stones

Dead Stones

In a graveyard well beyond our view
lay traces of past deeds in stone
If seen the horror reveals its true
death allows no way to ever atone!

Beneath sod and dirt lay deep rot
in dark the remains waste away
Found no way to keep what they got
never again to see the light of day!

Beating hearts embraced the greed
evil set the darkest racing tone
All given up to steal as they need
rot turning hearts to solid stone!

A dead stone below, paid headstone above
Too late, never found ,life is about Love!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-09-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Fading Memory, Remembered But Soon Will Be Gone

Fading Memory, Remembered But Soon Gone

Where once your eyes saw my saddest light
Where once your heart begged for my kiss 
Where once you loved me deeply at night
All of that and much more I dearly miss.

Your love you gave so very well for a time
Your touch, you were so generous and free
Your laughter when I would repeat my rhyme
Your request for another poem about a tree.

All of that and so much more I dearly miss
Now time has taken you from my soft touch
Now time denies me your memories, my bliss
Now time sets to justly punish me this much.

I fall into this deep, dark and massive abyss
Where I shall forget all of our secret trysts!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-28-2016

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Aphrodite Night

Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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The feeble heart

You wish to reach the deepest parts of me
To lure the abandoned child from her eternal sleep
To protect my shrouded frailty and soothe the storm within
But through no fault of my own, I could never truly let you in
You will underestimate my devotion, and burden my heart
Shatter my delicate trust, and at your hands, I'll surely fall apart
It would be wise for me to forget
Your eyes, your arms, your lips upon my neck
The heart knows no rationale, unlike the mind
But it holds the answers that logic unceasingly struggles to find
It's in my nature, it has always been my way
To seek comfort in solitary darkness, I find no refuge in the light of day
In my earliest years I discovered that no matter which love I chose
Far too many thorns mar a single rose

Copyright © Briana Collard | Year Posted 2007

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As certain as the rains do fall in spring,
will be my love, for you to have and hold,
and know you now--my rain of love will bring
to you, all joy of which all love is told.

No one could ever count the drops that fall,
and so is put together, love for you,
numbers cannot be given them at all,
though put together, one is what will do.

And every single drop adds beauty there
to something we can call a rainy day,
to fill with love, made up, from everywhere,
the drops of life that make love what we say.

Our midnight place, your front porch, dreaming of
each drop of rain that's filled with so much love.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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I've just some things I thought your heart should hear,
since they've been weighing heav'ly on my mind,
so list' and I shall whisper to thine ear
with all compassion my poor heart can find.

You've touched me deeply with the way you smile;
such lips could sooth the beast of anyone;
and spreading love with looks must be your style
for every time our eyes meet, love comes on.

Now I'm about to kiss the lips of you
for this first time, I pray the memory
shall linger on through years life takes us through,
together, as I'm certain this will be.

This first kiss of our love will never end
and changes whom you guessed was just your friend.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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Just Not Meant To Be

Just Not Meant To Be

Stars glaring down on a hot summer night
pain and heartache eating into her soul
He had stormed off after a bitter fight
Dark of this night now taking a huge toll!

Memories, other nights and blissful days
Echoes of kisses tasting long and deep
Why could he not deny his savage ways
A jump he was just too afraid to leap?

Did she demand his changing too damn much
placing a huge chain on his freedoms then
All dark , she was clueless about such
denying savage ways of boys and men!

Haunting voice from the distant past replied
He said he always loved you but he lied!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-01-2015

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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No Reprieve For The Lost, Battered Soul

No Reprieve For The Lost, Battered Soul

Night comes on, like a wolf after sheep
dark and ravenous, at a rapid pace,
horrific shadow prevents peaceful sleep
grim echoes bounce all over the place.

Midnight hour, signals its coming call
evil whispers sing a death chant,
Candles burning low in the castle hall
gloom rises up to blackness enhance.

No retreat, this battle always rages
stabs and cuts both victims endure,
Shields fallen, damnation then engages
bruised heart, this life remains impure.

No reprieve for the lost, battered soul
past sins, eat in deep, take their toll

Robert J. Lindley, 09-03-2015
Note- Could not sleep, this sonnet started 
and gnawed at me to finish it. 
Past memories cry out to be satisfied...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Shadows Resting Upon Stones

Shadows Resting On Stones

I follow the birds of night seeking a roost,
place to rest my old, weary head on high.
Looking down below for my heart's big boost,
as the lonely eerie darkness drifts on by!

I follow red racing lines of my future fate,
on paths strewn with big jagged boulders.
Seeking deeper knowledge of life not too late,
fill this head resting upon my shoulders!

I follow a ghost of her soft,sweetest caress,
thin mystical veil of gently mercy sent.
Behind the wail of all that I dare confess,
sins, pains and past life so ill spent!

I follow the shadow of a fleeing old man.
From the boiling pot into the frying pan!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-08-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Like An Old And Worn Battleship Hard And Fast Ran Aground

Like An Old And Worn Battleship Hard And Fast Ran Aground

Walking wearisome road, dollar in pocket, my knife in right hand
nothing in sight but wicked are the many alluring sounds
Hard are long nights rest in this dangerous raging land
for now nothing, nothing seems to be out of bounds.

Like an old and worn battleship hard and fast ran aground
with no celebration , no parade, no marching bands
Just the hammer blows on and on they wickedly pound
at each winching pain, crowd cheers in the upper stands

Fork ahead, promises mysteries, be they for good or bad
ah but that is the dear spice in life our spirit seeks.
Many are the joys, pains and sad regrets I have had
yet nothing beats kisses laid on my darling's rosy cheeks.

Like an old and worn battleship hard and fast ran aground
Off beyond the horizon, again comes that fast flowing sound!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2016

Note-- Sonnet written to remind me life holds future surprises , hope and
blessings but one must still remember the hard lessons of the past.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Sad Past That Haunts These Halls

Sad Past That Haunts These Halls

Where fled that glowing ghost of such lost art,
flame that glowed so brightly- then raced away
No bright stars on an astronomy chart
word-masters storming so far from the fray.

And what of the newer machine set up,
a lighter, rapid but far weaker beast
Should poetry have kept its golden cup
and hungered far more for its epic feast?

Where fled the glowing ghost of such lost art?
Ah pity, that some never dare to say-
In that vast space keeping souls far apart
They that know of epic past in its day.

Some few kneel, searching again for glory-
For new ending for this sad, sad story!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-12-2015

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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        February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;

and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.

They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!

       And when the fire consumed all that it could
        the winter of their lives was understood.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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Oh, slaves of the nation who works and sweat!
Tired and restless--but still flee overseas
to support a hungry future that frets.
With  barks and claws gained from descent degrees,
if we must succeed-- oh, let us nobly work
so our blood and sweat may not fall to scrap,
veins swollen yet act by act we don't fall to smirk.
Freeing a flood of effort through thorns of gaps
though greedy compatriots act like monsters,
their eyes open wide but gone blindfolded by lies
some struggles and shout, aiming to conquer
bracing away from forms of guns and bribes.
Slaves are we but we're brave enough to replace
those crashing obstacles with lace of grace!
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O.E. Guillermo
4:29 pm; December 12, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014