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Do You Remember

Do you remember the creek you and I meandered with. . . those many years ago? Its half-forgotten end has now run dry and vanished like the ferns that used to grow along the border of the glade we two had happily discovered, claimed as ours, and even then, I guess we somehow knew that time was fleet; we picked sweet wild flowers, made friendship garlands. Sunny daffodils were blooms you liked the best. I liked the blue. And then we raced each other up small hills, lay laughing in green grass, friends ever true! Too old for running now, I spread a blanket and weave yellow rings, remembering my friend.


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HAT MAN


Playfully, I steal the Argentinian 

away from reedy palm trees and waifish
 
sandbars, then gift him to the Laurentians.

Here, winter sasses each pine, a soft lisp

that sloughs quilted hills as we glide old trails.

He sees in Precambrian rocks trompe-l'oeils,  
 
then tips his hat at mordant cardinals.

We freeze as a stag appears, the viceroy

of these woods. He is lost gentry who stows

sage verse, outlining seasons without words. 
   
I coax my friend to build a woman of snow.

Wise, his craft, for he leaves her un-girded,

and from evergreen, he weaves a lush bonnet.

I laugh; there in his grin smiles, too,  a sonnet. 


*For my friend, Ruben


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Goodbye Linda Marie

Eloquent, ethereal,
an artist through and through.
Her words alit on gossamer wings
as through our hearts they flew.

Each poem was written from the heart
and soul of our Linda Marie.
A visual portrait painted with words
for us, her audience, to see.

We thank you for your friendship.
You will be missed Sweetheart.
We thank you for the words you left us
before your sad depart.

Your beautiful soul, full of grace,
is in a far, far better place.


27/01/2014


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Southern Hospitality

(A Blank Verse Sonnet)

In June, we traveled south to Memphis town,
a public poets' fete with Southern flair.
The mid-south heart unfolded nationwide,
an open cloak of warmth spread far afield
in concert with the sound and sense of rhyme.
A graciousness so coupled with its pride
to sharpen all who came in studied hope
and reasoned well effect, to prove result.
Yet seasoned poets put their pens aside;
the books they found, devoured with eyes and minds
already voiced the thoughts mankind repeats,
our ageless chants for hearts in love or pain.
        The weather's pull to southern ports advanced
        the lure of southern charm from heart to heart.










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Paradise My Sweetest Love

My sweetest love hearest thou my advice
Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise
We will live under a rainbow with cherries
Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries;
Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight
Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight
Shower in the misting rain on our lawn
Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn;
Make fireflies’ lanterns soothing our mood
The ravens will bring us nourishing food
The sparrows will build our resting nest
Oh my love—my darling, my earnest:
Together we will wish upon a shining star,
And from each other we shall never be far!


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© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved
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5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest. 
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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For a Sad Souper

Sad boy, could anyone mend what's broken, And dry your salty tears, but with a hand? Is there anything we haven't spoken, Is there anything we don't understand? We have taken the rope, but not the pain, I hope you know that we wish that we could. We'll be here for you, through sunshine, and rain; And if we knew how to help you, we would. I know that you're angry with all involved, And especially those close to your heart. But surely, some day, all will be solved, And you will thank them for playing their part. So please read this poem, with thought and care, Remember that we will always be there. ~ For D (you know who you are)


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Sonnet 26

With pen I write to thee, Elizabeth
Whose comments I have noticed notably
No words can describe inspirations width
That thou has given unto my poetry

When writers block crippled my mental thought
Your adoration for my poems emerged
And distant from the Soup feeling distraught
Your views and kind reviews calmly converged

How could I tell, How should I know, My love
Are titles that your talents tell in rhyme
For you yourself, an author whom I love
Hath seasoned stanzas with the herb of thyme

Though distant as the lost and troubled winds
I hope to always be poetic friends


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Happy Birthday

Each day marks an earthly rotation full; The ascending sun warms, and setting cools. This day is pinnacle, hence above all; Our star’s broadening smile turns to you. Life beacons thy pleasure for things as such: The love-sick bird and sweet whispering gale. To exist is chance—yearns cherishing much; For it is rare a human knows its luck. Seize this day with vigour—it is quite yours, (‘Though the seizing of days ought be common). Search for the willing, you’ll find them in scores— The persons willing: rejoice by side you. Happy Birthday is all I wish to add, Along with the regards of a young lad!


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Andrea Dietrich

Angelic words she places in lines with care.
Never heard a discouraging word, she did share.
Deeper emotions she does write so clear.
Reality is her concern, realism so sincere.
Excitement sometimes rules her lines.
A woman of deep and emotional designs,

Deeply passionate about so many things in life,
I never met her though read her poetic rife.
Each time she visits others words she reads.
Telling others so sweetly she plants seeds,
Respectfully she instills poetic writings in another.
I saw onetime she felt like a sonnet unwritten.
Carefully I wrote this for her, an earth mother.
Having friendship in mind never was smitten.


I have a sort of gift that allows me to sense certain feelings about people without even meeting them....and usually my first intuition if you want to call it that is perfectly correct.
....no matter what it is about or who it is about I have to write it or my soul is clouded and pain grows within...Blessings..Cecil


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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.


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Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
   I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
   I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
   Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
   So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
   With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
   And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
   You've only you to blame, and no excuse.


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The Sun Will Shine On Your Face

Suspended improbably on shoulders
Hunched by years of glacial attrition
And threaded through a forest of boulders:
The path that holds the key to my mission
I speak allegorically, because
This tortured path has ne’er been seen before
And every rock is a problem that was
And every chasm is an open sore
Each footstep will demand its pound of pain
The raven keeps score of the promises
But I will endure until I unchain
The bright drops from the dark cloud’s surfaces

    And refract the light from the Sun, to send
    To the Heart of Gold at the Rainbow’s end ~


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Concerning Friends

Concerning friends, on this, we all agree.
The face of things of which delight and feed, 
the friend does most completely fill the need.
Yet, having friends, you are no longer free.
You share and share alike the things that be.
The give and take, starts as a tiny seed.
Soon trust becomes ‘your common friend in need’.
You start to think, “what has become of me”
Then you can see your choice was but to love. 
One does not lose themselves, in truth of thought.
You give your heart freely, now rise above,
to claim your place among your friends thereof
with whom bad thoughts of you are never sought,
and wrap esteem around you as a glove.


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apr 5 2012 cgh


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Champion

I am woken by your cries in the night
I mount my steed and prepare to take flight
Tell me of the dragons that I may fight
To rid you of pain and restore your sight

Let down your hair from your prison towers
That I may place you amongst the flowers
And soothe your worries in April’s showers
Restoring your strength with all my powers

I will mend your heart and banish distress
And, with love and care, will make you hurt less
Relax and be touched by my mind’s caress
And let me serve you, my precious princess

I may not ride a horse, or dress in white
But I promise I’ll always be your knight ~


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Friendship


Of all the treasures that life can lay at our feet True friendships stand among the very best To support you when living hands you defeat Of your life's ups and downs they gladly partake Taking your hand when you are hard pressed Making their own sacrifices just for your sake Comrades without whom you are not complete Those that stick by you, the years will attest A listener when there is pain and deceit To have such friends you must be one too And hold them tenderly for you are so blessed A priority as they do the same for you Of all the treasure that life can lay at our feet Comrades without whom you are not complete


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PoetrySoup Poet

I have found many friends on our site
They have helped learn how to live right
Friends encouraged me to find my way
Friends held me in the prayers they pray

During my absence away from this site
My soul and I fought a constant fight
Because deep inside these words are true
I love the time I spend with all of you

I hope you all know without any doubt
I love taking my soul and laying it out
Because when it comes to life it’s my turn
I’ve so much to give so much to learn

I’ve kept my summer free so I can show it
How much I love being a PoetrySoup Poet




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Love

Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love








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FATHER

FATHER
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.

As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA


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My Angel

Your love is like a fall’s crisp kiss
I can walk a thousand miles to get away from you
I can swim to the bottom of the ocean blue
I can fly a million feet up, way high in the air
I can pretend each day that I just don’t care
Yet I am sorry for the way I acted, the words I left unspoken
When I think of how we ended, my heart feels way too broken
Do you really feel this way, my presence do you not miss?
You made it clear your heart has no place for me anymore
I will move on and hope to find another to love like you
I will walk away, our memories in my heart I’ll store
Never allowing my mind to believe that it is true
For I loved, I lost. But as a friend I will never again tell
That you hold my heart forever, you are my Angel.




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Confirmation

The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism


Written 09172012


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Time Ticks On

Time is never on our side, they say it is when we are young
No matter what, time cannot be stopped, shot or hung…
It ticks away in tiny pieces, we never think it will catch us
Until the day it’s nearly gone, and then we start to fuss…

Ticking away, we are ok, it’s not ever going to get me…
Ticking away, each and every day, but we never really see
Time like age we cannot stop we can not wish it back
If we could what would we change- I have nearly lost track…

What would be, if only we, had met some time before
This is heard every day not only from some-but more…
Happiness is measured by time ‘remember’ we used to say
But why must we remember, why can’t happiness be every day…?

A new friend here, a new friend, there only to lose too fast
I wonder should one make new friends, or hang onto the past?
Tick- tock tick-tock tick-tock, I wonder if it will be.
That time will let us meet-my new found friend and me…

A friend is someone yet unmet a pleasure to look forward to
All I ask is that time lets me, meet my new friend that’s you…

©~GG~Oct 2012


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Long distance call


words spoken abroad
such a loving squad
landed in my soul safely
touched my heart deeply

affection from a friend
with her long-distant caring hand
inhaled easily
accepted copiously

feelings from faraway
offering a safe bay
embraced me totally
comforted insensitively 

back and forth lending a helping hand
distance in loving friendship canned 

© Elly Wouterse

PS. based on a -  to me -  truly epic experience! 


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Let it be

Let no shadow be cast in my soul
for I have seen the countenance of grace.
Let my heart not build a wall
to hide the furious compassion of Your face.

Let the rain of mercy fall
upon the dry wasteland of my memories.
Let my life answer to Your call
and my own stubbornness cease.

Let me not at the foot of the cross
resent precious blood splattered for me.
Let it cover the pain of loss
and from sin set me free.

Thank the Lord my soul can rejoice
for I am but a sinner whom You gave a choice.


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Night Owl

Switching to the night shift at work
I thought would be easy
It is harder than I thought
My mind is turning crazy

Leave at eleven back at nine
What do I do with my time
Too early to start cleaning
I need a partner in crime

Who else is home all day long
Who will help fill my day
Who would want to goof off
Who can I get to come play

My day is awfully boring, a friend I need to find
I crave that special someone to help me spend my time


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When We Were Yesterday (Nestorian Sonnet)

Ah not so long ago, when we were us, time was all ours!
We let our spirits happily sway in the great fountain
Of faith, where we etched our own history counting the stars
Fluttered in the night sky. Oh, what a passion we had then!

And I kept you in the rosy earth of my heart so glee.

That when you returned, back from a lady boot shaped country,
And seeing you one day, alone, under the glimmers of
A retreating sun, I hurried my shadow along the
Street of for old time sake to hug you, to express my love.

When I had you there was no such hunger, nor thirst in me.

But now as I embraced you, I hardly felt the warmth of
Your blood. I wonder why; is it ‘cause now a cold season,
Or maybe jet lag still eats you? Sure you’ll take yourself off 
From my reasoning, and be more fixed on your salvation.


* Nestorian Sonnet is a variant form of old sonnet and in it are three quatrains that rhyme, 
with fourteen syllables in each line. Line five rhymes with line ten and it is not necessary to 
end it with a rhyming couplet.


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Without You

Define your lovely, soulless heart in death
 To take my heart would be a risk; a storm
 You licked your lips to taste what i had left
 And jumped from cliff to rocks, i was forlorn.
 Upon my lover; roses wilt in pain
 For I’ve lost the one whom has no soul, and
 Was all this give and take with us in vain?
 I loved your soul and heart, we joined by hand.
 The brewing storm that took a life, took two
 For deep within your heart was love,
 And deep within my heart was you
 I’ll see you soon, i promise; heart above.
 For without you I cannot survive
 For without you I will not strive


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The Deprived Love

When the sun refused to give in to season
Where were you?
Why did you eat poisonous food?
When the wind blew crisis around us
What step did you take?
When religion, race, politics and personality 
Gave in to instrument of deprivation
Acceptance was not obscure to view
When relatives, friends, colleagues and neighbours
Stood on the fence
Denial was inevitable
Go l say again go forever
For the vacuum is now filled with unquenchable fire
The seed we share must timely long to see me


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Boyfriend

Baby, you remind me of a bunny, 
sweet loyal and trustworthy
you always make life funny
when we're not together, i miss you badly,

you notice things no other man bothers to notice,
when i look into your blue eyes i see the true me,
my exes made me feel worthless
that's why i believe in our family,

when we speak i feel the love 
when you smile at me i could swim in your dimples
our hands fit together as snug as gloves
and one hug from you makes life seem simple

I'm so happy you are my boyfriend
i never want this relationship to end. 


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Love's Empathy

The narrow bridge I crossed, was to your heart
Fighting like a sparrow small through a storm
To rescue you before desires depart
Drifting through your endless days as they form
A broken heart brings a cold winter's wind
Chilling a fragile soul down to its core
Release darkest demons, you must exscind
Or be chained in dungeon black, a captor
Weaken this iron darkness where light is kept
Locked away tightly and quietly fed
To visit briefly as memories wept
Opening the bridge where your heart has bled

         So I may find you, before love's light fades
         And allow your heart to trust, never afraid



For the contest Heart Felt Poem
Sponsored by Royal Trevino
written by Frederic Parker


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Time of Need

With welling eyes we'll trod this broken day
Still the rumbling heart with a hand in mine
And speak of precious dreams that always stay
When love is true and sweet the world's sublime
To share and comfort when a heart is blind
Raise a spirit's light from its darkest shroud
And free the weeping shadows in the mind
From a humbled pain where pride has bowed
No Sherpa guide needed when love is found
To lead a weary heart from its despair
Empathy is the medicine I've ground
To heal your broken soul because I care

To hold your hands before your heart's abyss
And be a friend, there is no better gift


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'A female friend of gorgeous pulchritude'

A female friend of gorgeous pulchritude
presents a boy with an experience
of erotic, nervous, elated mood,--
to him, it's a most welcomed "hinderance."
A male friend of chiseled, sexy, good looks
makes a big girl self-conscious and confused
when reading "Fifty Shades of Grey" love books
as she's turned on by him, fully aroused.
They each may think of the possibilities
and wonder: "What can it hurt...if I cross 
that line?" Is it worth the realities
and risks and the potential chance of loss?
     A sexy friend's hot bod may be real fine,
     but is it worth a cheap roll on cloud nine?


1.) poembender; 2.) Philosophical motif; 3.) for "Impress me with a small poem III" Contest 



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On A Summer's Aftermoon

       ON A SUMMERS AFTERNOON
Come sit a spell--we'll take a little time--
from out of life, forgetting what we know;
and talk upon some things I guess that I'm
much closer to--than things life's had to show.

Do you know love? It's funny how it goes
to almost anyone, who needs it not,
but be there need--and love--it never shows
like finer things of life, to those who've got!

Now does that seem to be a fitting thing
to talk about, as passing time away?
Or would you choose what weather has to bring
as here we sit--with nothing more to say?

I guess your life's been blessed--and filled with love
or you'd know what my heart is speaking of.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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Sunken Tears

                                   He stood bravely before me 
                           with a medal of honor in his right hand
                        and a bandage of agony around his left knee
                           It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
                             his crutches lay useless on the ground
                                 I found it hard to understand why,
                                 a soldier in pain didn't even frown
                                      With a voice firm but dry
                                 his words shook me like thunder
                                "You're now the man of this house"
                                 he uttered like a worn-out hunter
                            quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
                                 Drowning my mind through cold ears
                        he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears


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Autumn

Another walking among seasons and holy beads
As our thoughts moves clouds in a grey sky,
And paint the leaves above our heads; 
With a priori color of serenity, your eyes try
To open the white gates of transparent joyous morning;
The air got the scent of hot apple pies, the smile -a meaning 
Of what the fingers are touching and what they are dreaming;
Are those our guardian-angels who silently walk by?

The rain of the morning tea falling from heights;
A new painted bench seemed to be almost dry;
White statues sit on the grass near the brave knights;
Two angels with glass wings have just learnt to fly.

But, leaves` procession under the kiss of the wind;
Buds of faith and hope live in philosophical mind.


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The Doc.'s Order

The Doc.'s Order

Removing all my garments
I sit on his examination table.
Setting my legs to where they go
I lay back letting my mind flow.
As the Doc., walks in 
He starts examining me below.
His touch is giving me a thought of sin.
As I relax I start to imagine my x-husband.
And the fight we had before he left.
Suddenly I feel his hands upon my chest.
I started mumbling words that sound like this.

Come here under the covers.
In a moment 
We can be lovers.

Permission granted to touch me.
Come here kiss my lips

Passion exceeding inside of me.
Emerging all my wetness

Mission to invade me gently.
Nibbling my inner knees

Limiting nothing to you my love.
The heat - the flames - no shame
Knowing we both feel the same.

Stimulating my self with your vibes
Caress me - please me - tease me
Take me beyond ecstasy

The Lie - The Lie
When I say no

The Cry - The Cry
When I send you away

No more - no more
I want you to stay

The Door - The door        __close it__
lets continue our foreplay

As I awake with the doctor in my face.
He says "Here I got another prescription for you." 
A Doctors visit once a week for a whole year.

By: P.D.


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Friend

The most you have done for me was to simply be my friend,
Someone whom I can trust and on whom I can depend.
Friends like you are hard to come by but not hard to choose,
A real good friendship can never die because good friends you'll never lose.
You're a loyal friend who listens and tries to understand,
A friend who's always willing to lend a helping hand.
Someone who shares their time for a talk and a smile,
And never minds a good laugh for a while.
Telling your deep dark secrets not worrying about them saying a word,
Wiping away your tears when you've been hurt.
Your right hand who is always dependable,
With a heart that is so loveable.
A friend you do find their understanding shouldn't lack,
Make sure they treat you kind and will always have your back.
Their compassion would never end because they are real and true,
That's what it takes to be a good friend if this world had more nicer people like you.

 November 24, 2007                                                                       
  ~The One and Only~


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FONDER OUR WALTZ



Our giggles trill swirling on paths divine
Music of widened years carousing sweetly,
Where every joy ride is a drink of time
From which we both sip, like nights of coffee.

Secrets we keep under river's deep floor
Like mirrored glass where we color the dew,
Buddy guy, an accomplice, I adore
When dusk gushes tears; he's my first rescue.

Tempers sting, yet friendship echoes rebirth
My partner in this endless waltz called life
Listening to our dreams, fonder this earth,
As bridesmaid lifting veil of his housewife

       The music still dances within our eyes
       A treasure of love, bonding as allies.


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For Howie, my best male buddy... 
I also became the godmother of his daughter.

Contest: Appreciate Platonic Relationship
Sponsor: Poet Undertaker
Poet: nette onclaud


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lol submitted this for my writer's craft class

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou can buy drinks at McD’s for a buck,
Wait, that means thou never want to pay,
Thou went to see a psychic for good luck.

Sometime too hot thou think thou are at clubs,
The ways you act embarrass all thy friends ;
And when we need to drag thou out of pubs,
We hope thy hot behaviour will soon end.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Especially in winter when thou wear;
Shorts too short with legs far too displayed,
“Oh my god, I can see her underwear,”

Thy “summer’s” kind of ratchet after all
Thy friends will wait until you turn to fall.


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Burning On

My ache licks like a furnace, Silent Spark
For you have further prolonged my patience;
Building on the weak to perturb the dark, 
To surrender selfish sense of silence;
Your silence, an incision to the heart, 
Angers that which disappears out of sight,
That mocks life, to its desolate ill part;
Cowers me out, so far-sight may ignite.
Bright am I now, lost into void and woe,
A panic fire orb which hath poured;
My speech and my prudence still lacketh flow,
Blackened from all heat sorely abhorred
Oh, I do light thee well as I may try
For you I burn on, till the day I die


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THE BIRTH OF WE

       THE BIRTH OF WE
So now I see the end, the blinding light,
that part of life we seek from our first breath,
and knowing my own end is in plain sight,
I still look far beyond what's known as death.

I'll see you from the stars, where I have gone,
out from the sunlight, I will reach your mind,
and everything I've been, will carry on,
in everything you seek, or ever find.

Each morning you awake, each drop of rain;
my closeness is each thought you realize;
and as your life goes on, through joy and pain,
I'll be the flashing of your endless eyes.

I've no time for the looking back on me,
when everything we are, is yet to be.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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My Gratitude For Your virtue

I would be standing alone with a plea
Like a frail structure in solitude,
If had not you helped me so nicely.
My heart is filled with humble gratitude.

When no one did appear to be mine
I was really alone among crowd,
Then you appeared as a silver line
Being so friendly, in the deep dark cloud.

Your sweet words, filled with real sympathy,
Soothed my heart and saved my sinking hope.
You helped me forgetting the tragedy 
And encouraged me with strength to cope.

All these support made me obliged to you 
And  I can never forget your virtue.


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THE SONG OF DEBORAH

A soul so complete was born of division, yet chin defied wind, she was no paper doll, the girl was honed through minefield precision, and the woman’s growth could not be forestalled. The wisdom in those hands, a tender strength that lifts away thick masks which inter hearts, love is an action and goes to great lengths, it meets violence then mercy imparts. Oh, how she quests and how she questions herself most of all in a sonnet called life, her verse refuses shallow reflection, No! Those lines disturb depths as words jackknife. As giving as stars on a moonless night, My sister ever heeds her yoke of light.
;-) Still pouting? Love from Dee PS--when I grow up I want to be just like you.


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Greed Wins


                                                         Greed Wins


                       Fate fetched them crushed in a crash, faint in hopes  
                                broken limbs, sober spirit, side by side
                                One by the window, the other beside .
                              They lay in room pale blue, chlorine chores.
                       Months together, movements knelled, they lay forth,
                        new found friends , out ‘a window small, one pried, 
                      Mouthed beauties there, to keep his pal’s smile bright
                             Other but heard, prayed, at this fortune swore,

                                His pal be slain, he be blessed with sights 
                          outside. Lo! Next dark day snatched the good soul
                            The lone peer blessed. Soon, he sent his eyes
                             Outdoors, on an old bleak wall, nothing more
                                Drained in spirit he cursed his greed wry 
                                   “Beautifully lied ...he kept me alive”


Italian Sonnet, pentameter,rhyme scheme  abbaabba  cdcd bb

Mehnaz Veetil


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Bless it be Thee!

May 27, 2010

Bless it be Thee!

Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!

Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.

You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.

Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010


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Eternal

My love, what shall you leave me with tonight? What words are there to mend my broken heart? Will our love be repaired with morning light, Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart? My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this, My eternal promise of love to you How could you pull apart this final kiss? Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue So, before you give your final goodbye, And your anger and hate bury your love Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die And the future that we had spoken of So, I'll remind you with my final breath, My eternal love is as strong as death


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Dear Friend

We had only recently met
 It seems I've known you more
 Your mark already set
 Your presence reaching my core
 
The time we share always a joy
 My faith in friendship renewed
 I covet like a child with a toy
 Or money to the shrewd
 
Each absence gives time to reflect
 What direction will this take
 A bond of understanding and respect
 Kindness for the very sake
 
Way too soon to know what will pass
 But I enjoy all sand in the hour-glass


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To A Child Who Has A Disorder

Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from  you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.


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Brave like you

 I find myself not , eating, thinking, and sleeping
Sometimes , not doing things right in my life
The many obstacles , Im going threw
Just to reach one goal
The many blocks, I walk
Day or Night

Sometimes confuse on time
Wishing it was a dream
The moment , I heard 
You went to sleep
All, I keep saying is 
Who , understood me like you
For the many reasons 
I love you

I appreciated everything, you did
From the braveness, you gave my soul
The gentleness, in your words
For each teardrop, you wiped off my face
Now, my teardrops seem to reach the ground
While , I look in (Heaven)
Praying your looking down

Showering this fear off my skin
Feel my feet
They're so weak
But , for you 

I get on my knees
Singing and crying, to God
That my angel is you
So , I can whisper in your ear
Mama, make me brave
Brave like you

June 8th 2012


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The Ghost Of Ole Blue

Old Jim Hasselgrove lived out by the river bank
where you'd see him sometimes cookin 
viddles on a small wood stove
now Jim's best friend was a dog named Blue
cause no matter where Jim went Blue was sure to be there too 
like soft butter spread on bread those two were meant to be
so it was that the years passed by
yet that dog Blue never left Old Jim's side
then one day somethin mighty awful happened
seems Old Jim had gone up and passed away
everyone in town thought  Jim should've had a church grave
but loyal Blue stayed by old Jim's shack
which in the end is where they buried Old Jim 
and where some swear the ghost of ole Blue still remains today


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Festering Rose

All that gain comfort from sight, and claim not ache,
Those that smile and wait for that plant to grow, 
Who, craving pleasure, are merely to take,
Staring blankly with self-proclaiming flow;
They surely do integrate falsehood’s patience;
With a cunning glamour toward their jewels;
They claim to be kings within maiden's graces;
Others are liars, and the rest sheer fools;
The stemming delight seems to be weeping still,
Though to many she shimmers in her glee;
So that rose festers in wake of man’s cruel will,
As the bluest one demands to break free;
So by heaven leave the festering rose
Find a constant maiden—a gem that glows 


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A Sonnet for Jack

It’s in those moments when I feel most torn apart That I find your email; you see what’s in my heart Each day I look forward to reading words of hope From the moment we met, you have helped me to cope Although you are far across the Atlantic “pond” I can’t imagine two friends with a stronger bond When sadness fills my heart, it’s you who makes me smile Always so witty with your remarkable style I only hope to be as good a friend to you And resurrect your spirits when you’re feeling blue Many gifts you send, but our friendship is the best I thank our Lord each day for making me feel blessed By the way you bestow joy to a lonely girl Who has found in you, sanity in this harsh world
*Dedicated to my dear friend Jack Horne. Written September 1, 2014


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DAVIDS FOR DAVID

DAVID FOSTER, CANADIAN COMPOSER/SONG WRITER


The melody can not be denied, pulled

from dreams and a lifetime of heartbeats.

First, come long notes that the piano mulls

while fingers linger. He returns to his sheets.

The tune reveals itself in black on white,

echoing warm ivories. A full moon prowls

several clouds that seem to skirt its light, 

like words that evade him. So, he scowls

at the window, takes the stillness inside

then sighs as everything falls into place.

There it is. The chorus no longer hides.

David knows the night, how it encases
 
a song. Lines love keys, those ebonies,

for the dark unlocks perfect symphonies. 





*David, I know you prefer the new minimalist sonnets, something which you showed us and I do plan to explore those as well. Thank you for what you bring to Soup. 

Thinking of you and the Mrs! Blessings sent to both of you!



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Women only

me and my girlfriend more than excited
no husband or male friend invited
not even their shadows in sight
we're off during daytime and the night

talking and listening all day
being ourselves in our own way
sisterhood without words
when we giggle again we're both nerds

having dinner with a glass of wine
two elderly girlfriends happy and fine
watching once more  the saddest movie in town
endless heartfelt tears make them drown

for the first time no possibility to go
planes from heaven the impossible bestow

(c) Elly Wouterse


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A Fellow Sonneteer - the Linton Lassie

Here’s to Margaret - the Linton lassie.
She hails from the lovely land down under.
She’s a sweetie, and I bet she’s classy,
since she pens her poems like a wonder.

I met awesome poets when I came here,
but none like Marge, for she is much like me.
She’s both a poetess and sonneteer
who writes in forms of classic poetry.

One day dear Margaret just disappeared.
I sent her notes, but she did not reply.
And then some time ago she reappeared
just to leave again! I’m not sure why.

Marge says she’s coming back, so I’ll not fret.
More sonneteers I‘ve happily since met!

For  Cyndi MacMillan's "Missing Soupers - We Love You"


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'Which is better--To love or not to love--'

Which is better? To love or not to love
(a woman)? To love--and love well--is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
and count the other as their heart's pet dove.
To befriend (her) is better; never shove
a lady-friend into a lover, should 
her virtuous friendship and womanhood 
belie an injury that rob her love. 
However, to love God is best. Not I,
but the claims of this life--O Destiny!--
make it so that men like us must decry
love, and sin, for a life of poverty.
     Although, if God wills it, love will find me
     in heaven's field,--in heaven's golden lea!



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SPILLINGWILLIE: Two heads indeed better than one

I flipped through the pages of my brain
Hoping the words would spill out from the notes.
Although I didn’t know the letters to play
But once it pops up, I would surely know.

Ideas started dropping in dribs and drabs
But none could wet the ground of my desire.
Its sound I should know with a few playbacks.
 All I heard shocked me, till I was tired

So I sought an extra head which I found
Full and small hence so light for my neck
Ideas now flowed ceaselessly as we ploughed
We came so close but could not get there yet

Finally out the blue now appeared
Spillingwillie, the name my blog now bears


A poem dedicated to my friend Onuh Dorcas without whom the name wouldn’t exist.. Hope you love it


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Eritrean Softball Game - 1959

     ERITREAN SOFTBALL GAME - 1959
One painful hot, and  Eritrean day,
More happenstance, than anything we'd planned,
Our softball field, was moulded in the clay
Of Africa, the time forgotten land.

Behind a chain link fence, they came to see,
We sailors of the Ocean having fun.
While they, ten hundred, maybe more, than we,
black faced and wringing sweat, laughed at the sun.

Anticipation we'd not heard before,
Rose to their high, just when the ball was hit,
And made us give our best, of ship and shore,
Because we knew they were enjoying it.

How sad to know, we've lost the friends we'd made,
Down through the years, for lack of any shade.
© Ron Wilson


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GURO, MAHAL KITA


Guro, your innovation has potency, Oceans reform between coupled words, Here, life shares its language, its coherency, where quills lift the wings of Flaming Sunbirds. Lines travel with intent, a gentle verve, touching the past before tapping tomorrow, truth lays down straight lines, but images curve, a geography built by shades of sorrow. Each verse becomes a world unexplored, night softens its crush, day nurses old scars, for joy never stays; Gone, those we’ve adored, though not so far, Friend, not so very far. Poetry has left the page, no longer alone, breaching the soul, wizening even bone.
Inspired by Nette's LANGUAGE OF NERUDA'S HEART, It seemed to fit that the way she feels about Neruda's heart is the way I feel about hers. *Filopino translation of Guro, Mahal Kita is: Teacher, I love you The Flaming Sunbird is only found in the Phillipines... Nette, just drop a word to anyone, anyone at all to say you are well. I am so very worried. You are missed. Tremendously. xoxox


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the best i ever had

THE BEST I EVER HAD
The smile that brightens my days
The hands that wipe off my tears
Brown eyes that create happiness
Dimples that hide the pain inside.
The heart that loves deep inside,
You the friend always on my side,
The love that lives in my mind.
only saying your name creates a smile,
That does not fade in our minds,
Always here though there are miles
Keeping us apart and in each other’s minds.
You the best I ever had,
The one I will never hurt,
But tease just to remind her of pain,
That brought us together in the same grain
Flushed all of it remained fully sane,
Cared of each other, 
And faced the world together.
To see her smile makes all better,
Which is why I would never hurt her.
			/THE LOVING OW-JAY
			Odwa Mdeyide/


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Learning with Age

as a boy I busted my chin open
and I needed to get myself stitches
once they were in place didn’t reopen
soon I was back playing in the ditches

I never knew what stiches was back then
I heard of stitches I was really scared
years later something else happen again
going with Rob for chemo unprepared

I heard of chemo without knowing it
after it was done he was in so much pain
heating pad on his back when he did sit
Cancer ate him away he was so drain

best friend for a few years helped me a lot
for many his life not a passing thought


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Tiara Tears

With trembling hands I tore into my gift
My heart a flutter at what I would find
Out of the box, tiara I did lift
Sent with love from subjects, loyal kind

And nestled there, what else did I espy?
Bejeweled combs to place in raven hair
My eyes filled up with sparkling tears of joy
From sweet and loving words so filled with care

My soul has struggled long to find some peace
At times bereft of strength to carry on
These poet friends have helped to bring release
My heart with tender kindness they have won

So tell me not, my kingdom is not real
Tiara tears proclaim just how I feel

Eileen Manssian Ghali

At times people insinuate that my poetry community is not real. How little they know. I want to thank FJ THOMAS for the poem she posted a while back, “The Kingdom of Ghali,” in which she graciously gave me the title of QUEEN! This was the first step in a process of restoring my faith and confidence in myself.  The next came in the mail a few days ago. What can I tell you? THIS GESTURE MOVED ME BEYOND WHAT WORDS CAN EXPRESS. FJ THOMAS sent me a tiara…and hair combs, to sparkle in my hair and remind me, that though I am going through difficult times, I am a “QUEEN”. In there were greetings from my loyal “subjects”…..Drake Eszes, Richard Lamoureux, Becca Lucas, and Jack Ellison. There were also three letters. My mother on the soup, DONNA JONES wrote a poem that squeezed my heart in the most loving ways ever imaginable. I LOVE YOU, DONNA! Charmaine Chircope send me her love and hugs which just made me glow, and of course, FJ Thomas…the woman behind it all……wrote me  lovely words that will have my heart singing for a long long time. I’m wearing my crown…there…in my photo, but most importantly…I’m wearing it in my heart…FOREVER. It’s good to have REAL friends! HUGS








	


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To Moses a very special friend

  
A child of the sun, coldness she knew 
not.
But the heat of the moment, 
dependent
always uneasy but of passion, 
resplendent.
The sun in setting, a lady she was 
not.

A flower to compare but a rose inapt.
More an orchid, a beauty of the 
tropics.
Or a frangipani, a temptation in her 
frolics.
Chimera of the sun, at night a 
woman entrap.

Loving, generous but of men she had 
flaws.
Our rock in troubles, our source of 
muscles.
Joy and laughter in her weird world 
of tussles.
But hurt her friends, a tigress with 
claws.

Rest in peace beautiful Rina, our 
handsome Moses.
A beloved child of the sun, who loved 
roses.


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Not In Quiet Slumber

Not in quiet slumber spend time alone
Or in rich places with societies'
Cream of the crop, but in reading tone
Upon tone of richness; varieties

Poetry penned for fun among poet friends
That soupy mixture of different beans,
Peas, corn, carrots, onions; those soupers tend
To bless, nourish, mend by gleans

Gleaning of rich blessings from their humor
Political astuteness, knowledge, love
Those that describe like gifted costumer
Whose costumes they talentedly wove

Poetry soup gathering place to uplift
Like minds, rich with societies' gifts


In honor of Carol Brown's contest

Written by: Sara Kendrick
Date written and posted: January 14, 2012





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Familial Bonds

A fellow stranger's doubt will surely sense  
Judgmental indiscretion of defect.  
'Tween enemies pure hatred circumvents  
The moral obligation to respect.  
 
The various consistencies as friend,  
Distill from swollen hearts this lonely ache,  
With passion starts yet may abruptly end  
So rarely people risk their hearts to break.  
 
A lover's walk is not fatality,  
Creating life two intimately share.  
If nurtured, loved, and taught respectfully  
Prosperity so gratefully will care.  
 
Of all relations listed here above  
Why is it people suffer feeling love?


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Unreal

Like roses on a thorn I never knew
 What I thought was beneath and what was there
 I look inside and all I see is you
 And there I found I actually do care
 More than I deserve, you make me feel
 Am I awake? Or is this just a dream?
 Heart Beats, with a tear and my thoughts unreal
 Perhaps this world is more that what it seems;
 I hope someday you'll see what I see
 Away with your pity and no more sighs
 You'll look inside and tomorrow we will fly
 You'll change and the sky will darken its hue
 Whatever you become I will still love you


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Friendship's Rest

When I think of being blue and cry
I remember the joy within
I hear your sunny voice and try
to bring a smile, a laugh, a grin.

You call from distant shores now
to see if I am feeling well,
freeing me from my lonely vow
just by your ring, an anthem bell.

I tell you tall tales and short
and hear your giggles down the line 
You tell me yours, as if at court,
these truly are the best of times.

Reassured, valued, loved and blessed
your friendship and care bring me rest.


*Poet: Debbie Guzzi


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Intimate Friendship

Intimate Friendship


An appetite for a soulful intimate bond,
A craving every moment to talk and meet,
But still groping deep in a worldly pond,
And constant gaze at the door wanting to greet,

Can it be just crazy love and romance?
And not an intimate relationship to treasure,
Leaving into leftist stance by any chance ?
How could the intensity one ever measure?

When my every breath inhales his scent,
Every murmur and beat says his name,
How can he ask me to be prudent ?
And hang on to later put off the game ?

Intimate friendship is ethereal, would ever last,
No escape, no excuses, perpetually aghast !



Written August 30th, 2014
For contest 'Sonnet on an Intimate relationship' by Regina Riddle



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Understanding Poets

I could say the name of one.
I could say the name of two.
But in the name of being fair.
Singleling out simply won't do.

I can say this, that I've been graced.
When one's away, one takes their place.
I've come to have respect for both.
But this club don't require an oath.

I'm not too concerned with contest rules.
It's not that I think they're for fools.
But when restrictions bind what ties.
I have to think they're not so wise.

The bottom line for me is this.
If no one commented, I'd surely miss.


I've written this for the kindness of all poets. While a site like this should inspire one to elevate their craft. It's just very nice to have a place where we can share. Kind of like Norm when he walks into Cheers. Where everybody knows your name.


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A Web of Lies


Your cloying tales of days gone by,
memories of sugar crystals.
Saccharide words of poisoned lies
shot me point blank from your pistol.

You spin a web of golden beams,
flashing starlight, a laughing face.
With secrets shared and rainbow dreams,
you weave deceit in threads of lace.

Dark clouds of broken promises
cast in the shadows of your smile.
Forgotten deeds and air kisses,
forgiveness tainted with denial.

In time, I know I'll come to forgive.
Though, I only have one heart to give.



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My Solemn Vow

I think I shall take this very day and make you my solemn vow.
And when I do I shall pass it onto you to follow the just of me.
I vow to open your blinded eyes to show you all that I can see.
I vow to open your deafened ears to hear why I am me and how.
 
I think I shall take this night and raise up your brow.
And when I do I shall pass it to you with an only key.
I vow to open your locked doors down on a bent knee
I vow to close the wounds from those I did not allow.
 
I vow to gather my group up into my fruitful field.
I vow to cover you and dress you to simply adorn.
I vow to create a world in which we as one build.
I vow to remove every single painful prickly thorn.
 
I vow to you that I am your God given Grace.
I vow to you that I am able to create or erase!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008


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Yasmin the Fair

Across the sea she waits unfree and writes
of her friendships and of true harmony. 
Her children and loyalty keep her from flight
a poet matron married for her great beauty.

Her mind soars and eyes devour old tomes.
learning to write odes and etherees
she leaves her shell for foreign homes
delighting in words of camaraderie.

The heat of Saudi, the thrill of Mumbai 
the feel of silk saris under gray skies
all of these does she gift to such as I
and from her captive perch we hear her cry.

May the written word always be the key
which brings our fairest Yasmin here to me.


*A tribute verse to the budding skill of Yasmin Khan


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so cold and withdrawn

So cold and withdrawn,
A way to preserve,
From misery and pain 
No man could deserve. 

Her beauty with charm,
Shed light on a crack,
With love and persistance 
Her way of attack.

A good year of company,
A long year of friendship,
A bond now has formed,
No force to break or to bend it. 

Yet comes one fatal day,
Her mind how its changed,
Now with pain and with misery 
Is this man now deranged. 

For so long a heart can bleed,
All battered and torn,
Now this day again,
So cold and withdrawn.


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Wags

Alas, I am still here but you are gone,
  Verily so all things must pass old friend:
True the proud breast filled and white his coat shone
  From beginning to inglorious end.
Rover of lane, hill, creek, wood, dale, and cave -
  The car chasing fool in outrageous youth!
Yet in his lazy dotage I forgave
  Endeared contrivance too long in the tooth.
That you bettered me I do freely boast,
  And made less joyless this world unto me:
A kindness of heart I'll remember most,
  And wagging tail known eponymously!
Shall always think of you well and not ailed,
And my love for you in this...a dog's tale.


                  ---------------

"Wags" was the name of my English Setter/
Springer Spaniel cross when I was growing up.


May 1990


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Dearest Friend

Dearest Friend

My heart is so full of love 
I can hardly restrain myself
My heart bleeds upon the shelf
My dreams fly like the dove
White and pure from above
inside this dream I delve
And find no way to help myself
I will sacrifice my dreams
Our love was never meant to be
Your heart was never free
 
 
Our music cannot trenscend
She ever sings her song
Go to her my Dearest Friend
For this is where love belongs


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ROSES FOR PD

Upon your days, tedium has imposed, Dull shades have tinted your point of view, And each woman yearns the hues of a rose, A palette that blossoms solely for you. We, too, were buds once, so tender and small, The world had its thorns, but petals unfurled, A trellis we found, so stable and tall, ‘Til autumn came with its frosty upwhirl. My friend, we both know the strength of one bloom, When clipped to the quick it grows all the more, The charm of your words fills hundreds of rooms, I bestow a bouquet and shout “ENCORE!” ~ Lush Romanticas in rouged ivory ~ Gifted to you for your sweet poetry.
By Cyndi MacMillan, February 7, 2012 P.D., I really enjoyed bumping into you in the chat rooms. Your exuberance is needed here at Soup. Kooky, vibrant, honest and fierce. Yup! That’s you! PS- the Romantica Rose is the French version of the English rose, a ‘hardy’, beautiful rose that comes back again and again… ;-) If you can, click on the about this poem link for a photo of the Romantica.


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Christmas Mass

      CHRISTMAS MASS
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.

Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.

You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
Amen...
       ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


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Berlin 1948-1952

        Was Ist Los?  Oh, Nothing, Just the Berlin Airlift...
         Berlin 1948-1952
You came into my life one summer's day
the beatnik of a Frauline, caring less
of what society might have to say
than seeking out your inner happiness;

those were the days! Berlin was in a bind
you still had all your tan from South of France
and in your hair, what flowers you could find
but not dressed out for love, it came by chance.

"What's going on?" you said, as our eyes met,
suggesting I might think the same as you,
you seemed just as surprised as I, and yet,
it seemed so natural, the bonding grew.

       As freedom roared down from uncertain skies
        love came into our world, from where love flies.
        
The roar of engines fell from overhead
as pilots dropped into that world of yours,
delivering your life--your daily bread,
to show you when it rains, it surely pours;

all your emotions mixed, I caught the feel
you had, that maybe life was fit to live,
you pinched yourself to see if it was real
and still the sky gave out all it could give.

The ships were ev'rywhere--hope made it's call
as my faint heart fell to the will of you,
der Kempf, 'twas ended then, once and for all,
and now you'd see what only love can do.

       your question--was ist los--what's going on?
        was answered in that break of early dawn.


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Captivated

She captivated my spirit long ago upon day we met.
Long golden hair that captivated my eyes in midday,
Her eyes of blue, gave me a vision upon eves set.
Lips that would whisper words, in a sweet way,

We became friends at first, talking, playing for hours.
Pledged we were to be married, when older we knew.
What of youths understanding of love, upon powers,
No expectations, innocence, buried without a clue.

Our first kiss, between the trees of our secret place,
Soft wind floating down from sky, our affection,
Clouds racing above, watching, hearts begin to race,
Time, both stood still and sped, in each direction,

Separation our destiny, never to allow our grace,
Torn away, now, captivated in recall of her face.




Written for contest by Laura Mckenzie


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SUMMER FUN WITH MARLENE, 1977


Heads close, one brunette and one tawny blonde, 

Prepubescent girls build a flannel sheet tent,

Towels and dreams pile on a crisping lawn,

Soon, loud giggles become luminescent.

Two peas in a pod and somewhat alike,

Wearing bright halter tops with cut off jeans,

Making waves in my pool, riding twin bikes,

Then diving between Teen Beat magazines.

Before boys and bands and our womanhood,

There were days of Kool Aid and flip flop feet,

We ruled yellow fields, tamed enchanted woods,

Neighbours staying cool, toying with the heat.

Measured weeks free from control or pretence,

Treasured, one summer of shared innocence.



* Written Aug 24, 2012


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Eucharist


Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...

If anyone eats this bread

He will live forever

Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"

Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine

Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union 
with the Lord God.

Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ

It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ

The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.

Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar

He is to be honored with the worship adoration

To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude

Expression of love

Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord


Written 09182012


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Remember My Mercy

It’s all out there and in here too.
The pain, confusion, and anxiety.
What is a person to do,
who lags in the virtue of piety.

It must be given to One 
much more powerful than I,
And so I have done,
But not quite, so that’s a lie…

I take back what I have given,
And suffer it all over again,
Though I’ve been forgiven,
Such is the haunting of sin.

How could I have ever done these things; 
Is what the too proud conscience sings.



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Tender Hearts 2K10

Thereof individual tender beats  
Pulsating so via lively beats per;  
Ever caring hearts so tenderly beats...  
Detering not the least, glowing beats per.  

Tender hearts which cannot forego others,  
Tender hearts which never stop their loving,  
Tender hearts which will not forsake others;  
Such tender hearts undyingly loving.  

Tender hearts erasing sadest of tears,  
Tender hearts lost at sea; See devotion?  
Tender hearts bringing about joyful tears;  
Countless sweetheart's submersed of love's ocean.  

Tender hearts pleading of mankind to peer;  
Peer beyond lenses of quartz, touch hearts sheer. 


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I CAME TO PARIS TO BE UN HOMME DU MONDE

Living in Paris as un homme du monde*
searching for la belle dame* strolling
by the Seine dreaming of stars gliding...
when she starts her swift danse macabre*,
to forget she was a famous femme savante.*
In autres temps,* Marie was a beauty:
who conquered wealthy men in France and Italy...
her soprano's voice stunned them in each scene!
Ma belle Marie,* tout le monde*: from New York to Paris,
went wild applauding you in elegant Opera Houses!
Ma belle Marie,* you savored success and riches, hating the baby in your womb;
and not being satisfied, you attempted to mercilessly destroy two lives! 
Ma belle Marie,* get rid of that vile thought...replace it with thankful payers!
I came to Paris to be un homme du monde,* not to put flowers on your tomb!



Translation
un homme du monde: a sophisticated man
la belle dame: the beautiful lady
danse macabre: dance of death
femme savante: learned and cultured woman
autres temps: other times
ma belle Marie: my beautiful Marie
tout le monde: everybody



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FAIR OBSSESSION

Unprecedented this obsessed attention
First a wish, awaken in fantasy’s mansion
Unraveling the beauty of her intention
Over the will of her emotion
Mutating through memory’s streets to future’s attraction
And still, fair is the underlying fascination

Offering her smile, time, and participation
Knowing he was hers by intuition
Obsessed? Yes, but wonder in expectation
Rest now, sweet wishes of sorrowful conclusion
Off he goes, not minding her conviction
Days, months and years passed like ration
Destined however, to be joyful amidst this fixation
Uplifting, as an imitation walks her dream to realization


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Friend and Healer

To wander in your eyes where nothing lives
And find the pain you keep so close to you
The heart you have has emptiness to give
The color of the world your in is blue
I'll keep my thoughts and offer you a hand
And never cross the line that does divide
To be a healer you can understand
I'll be within your reach and by your side
And never fear the length of coming days
The time within will wash away the pain
Regrets will come and go but always stay
If you conceal what's left of love's remains

To wander in your eyes as you relive
And finally heal the heart you will forgive


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Centurion

 Friends, Romans, Countrymen, gathered in awe
  To watch The Master and his name exhort:
 And at the crease blazoned a century score
   With thunderbolts of fire in fierce onslaught!
 Cut, hook, pull, and drive - each ball thunderstruck
   As I took my guard at the City End:
 Cover and square leg would scurry and duck
   When Excalibur blade threatened...Amen!
"Bravo centurion!" They shouted. "More!"
   Dapper in his zinc and red bandana:
 Into martyrdom and Leopard folklore
   Walked he off that great urban savannah.
 I should have stayed my crease - instead I ran:
 But cometh the legend! Cometh the man!


                   --------------

I should probably explain...

A century is when a batsman scores a hundred runs in cricket.
On this occasion I scored my one and only century. 111 to be exact.
Cut, hook, pull, and drive are all cricket shots.
Cover and square leg are fielding positions.
Excalibur is a heavy cricket bat.
Zinc is sunscreen.
The Leopards was the name of (what I loosely call) my cricket team.
The urban savannah is The Domain in Auckland, New Zealand.
The crease is the area on the pitch where the batsman stands to face
The bowler. If you leave the crease or get stranded running to the other
End you can be "run out".

That's what happened to me!


November 1996


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Reality or Dreams?

You think there´s no reality in dreams
Hark! I had my cup and taste Fantasy
Contrary to me you follow schemes
so being abstract, my eyes get hazy

There´s a prize for my Hallucination
And prize I mean: lost or lasting glory
And lost is lost in Mankind´s short Eon
Myth to me is bigger than a story

Had I sweeter words for you – Capricorn?
Here is my dreadful promise in a wink
If I win my glory you get your scorn
Then back to bluish vision I shall sink

Take my friendship, I like you very much!
Reality for you? In dreams I catch!


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LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER BEAUTIFUL SISTER DEDICATED TO MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS LOVE

LETTER TO A SORE BROTHER, BEAUTIFUL SISTER (DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER’S AND SISTER’S LOVE)
 Early jungle makes me a desire
To be alone in the belly of our dear beautiful mother
Because our growing up is such and irony
Which made me rejoiced each moment this time
That wishes were never allowed to be rose
For men of wrong mind to buy
There in my childhood irony moment
We fought as if it is created share hatred
We wish for all except one that pays a little pain
For i held back from all
As all held back from me and other all
Indeed, people taught that our life is a share pain
A sore injury to the world of love
Because i loved each moment my brother bleed from our father’s hell
I went behind the scene to celebrate my goal
kindly, the moment is always become
As i happily shun and damn the future
... who did you think you are with my future
I sometimes ignorantly murmur as a child
In my little kingdom emptiness, i rejoice in the brothers pain
A little hatred of thee, a more love of me
I love each time i am loved alone
To hate thee by my blood and cause sheepishly i became and honour
As this irony grows into something still ironic
I wish my pain could allow my pen speak plain
To cry such an awesome deep and sore blood
At each moment the rain of thee bath me thoroughly
To see thee share all to have me clothed
To borrow from the enemy to have me homed
even to lose all from the gods to make sure that i have all from the goddess
The brother even stole to have me meal
More like the blood and doing of the mother, it shared abroad
As brothers all lie to have me protected
 Much illiterate to make me the literate king
Oh bleed me death less i say this pain of love
Sisters risk of the night, the horror evil men to see a smile in this lips of mine
That i wish never remember the selfish boyhoodness
Ay! How i see my brother’s cry in his desolation
Not for him or for his little joy
But for the pain of a dear brother
To save all only to loose all to life a brother
Its pain of the ugly moment in a close death
It was determined and death paid of thee
But the brother and sister’s coming death
Woke brothers will up, sisters ghost down
I need to save my brother
Leave my life to save my brother
And take it once his breath is back
There the sacrifice of a dear brother made me desire
Never a child as this in my next world
Because you are a brother, a beautiful brother
A sister, very handsome sister that i hold dearest to my breath
And love dearest to my heart beat


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My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	


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Comment of the verses commenting mine

I have happily walked through your poems`s spring:
And many times,a sensible heart sounded
Like a queen-violin;and many times,a king
Among the newest impetuous verse surely was crowned:
In the place with stalactites and stalagmites,the dreams` voice resounded;
And certainly yours keeps its face in the sunshine ready to be beyond the praise.
With air hands ,I touch the season white,with your name rebounded.
Unforgettable one in the lasting generous  heaven lays 
And the poets` realm with much honor you raise.
You know: the bits of heart ,the life`s syllogism disobeys;
Tender is the night in which,the candles are brought
For more light.To each I tell the same and especially to thee:
No sweetest rest,no pleasure work can be. 

(Especially to my first reader ,Peggy Bertrand this spontaneous attempt to fill 
these empty moments with myself and my gratitude.)


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Coldly Alone

It's when the night gets cold
I miss you the most
With no ones there to cover or care
It's when the night gets cold
My thoughts flood my brain
Your image takes such a strong hold
I have no control
It's when the night gets cold
I ache for you the most
Wanting to be so close
But no one near to see nor hear
It's when the night gets cold
I miss you the most


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MEGAN'S SONNET

     MEGAN'S SONNET
Of all the wonders in the world to share
the moment you awaken, with your sighs,
speaks to my heart that you have been somewhere
agathering the love there in your eyes.

I think you wake to spread this happiness
to those in need of you, and I am one,
see how it warms my heart, as if, I guess,
you feel our need your love depends upon.

I know what you've been saying's very clear
for have we all not said these very things?
each sound of baby talk, the heart can hear
and understand for all the love it sings.

Our wonder is in all your love can do
each time your eyes awake, revealing you.
....© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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Dear Beloved

Sometimes we wish for someone rear
Material things we hold so dear
We tend to miss the sight of care
Allowing sincerity to disappear

Thinking about it I'd rather you near
What matters the most is you truly care
The things you do makes me amazed,
Material things you've totally replaced

The thought of your touch runs through my mind,
And gives me chills throughout my spine
The thought of your kiss is oh so divine
Each bite each nibble is one of a kind

So many have searched for one so refine
The truth is I'm just glad you're all mine



©RashanaKing2010


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Love 2K11

There's beating castles thereof much Loyal's Whence where we whom are loved linger longest, Love renders we feeling as though Royal's; Witnessed often our souls glowing strongest. Yes - love thereof all its divinity, For love is the host enchanting we all Therein our hearts - love enthroned entity Renders we feeling so giantly tall. Entitlements: Baby - Darling - Honey, Sometimes we knock - sometimes answer the door, Love more meaningful than material money; Oh - so knocks love in the form of splendor! Effortlessly how love erases our frowns; Sometimes we display our hearts as though crowns.


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Where are you now

Dont come to far to save me
Dont make anything feel right
I am stopping you now
Before I change my mind

I want you to go
Dont leave me here
Why did you pick now, darling
to dissapear

I needed you the most
Where are you now
Why can I feel you close
Are you listening now

Are you waiting on change
Are you waiting on time
Is it up to me
to change your mind


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Another Scene

A black small bird
With her head held high
And long ‘V’- shaped tail,
Balancing on a grazing cow;
The solitary one
Leisurely mowing on
Upon a field of tiny
Green gleaming grass.
They are mutually proud
And delighted at realizing
Unconditional obligations of 
Nature’s unwritten decree!
Man with the best of contracts
Often gets humiliatingly snared.


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YOUR FAIR WEATHER FRIEND

     YOUR FAIR WEATHER FRIEND
Together we should sail uncharted sea
so if our ship is dashed on rocky slate,
we have no fear, but know that one of we
remains afloat, to save us from our fate!

And I would have you tredging at my side
if where I go is dark, through jungles deep,
so I'll be confident, although implied,
and not to worry much, when I should sleep;

But when I'm home, my fond and greatest need
is just to not be bothered by your kind
if you are diff'rent than what's from my seed,
then I'd not have you there, for me to find.

So if my sails are set where charts have shown
you sail your way, and I will sail my own!


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Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.

“Sweetheart of P. S.” I am, she proclaimed.
And this she stated when her membership was new.
“Who is this poet that to us had exclaimed?” 
It was time to check her profile without adieu.

This self-declared sweetheart had credential.
Could she?  Would she?  Shall she really be?
The “Sweetheart of P. S.” became quintessential.
She captured poet's hearts with friendships spree.

She took us on vacations and adventures.
Commented on our work flamboyantly.
Encouraged and loved us each without censures.
Can you guess who she became, subsequently?

Yes!  Linda-Marie Barriana, “The Sweetheart of P.S.”
A Poetess extraordinaire as she proclaimed…Success!

©  Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 15, 2010


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APPLE PIE

    APPLE PIE
The morning light, that's blinding to the sight,
breaks through the clouds into the forest deep,
and wakens life from out of darkened night,
into the dawn of one more date to keep.

While life, the puzzle, opens to the dawn,
and makes a challenge of their daily bread,
my wonder is if they're depending on
the grace of God, or on mere chance, instead.

This raises thanks from my observing heart,
that we've the fare to set our table right,
and make a feast of what is just a part
of bounty that's come from our nations might.

       And from belief that Jesus is the way,
          the light and truth that leads the U.S.A.


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the mare and I

The Mare and I

Georgia on my mind, I remember a song the sweetness of America, 
I have never been there but once I was in Huston, Texas, my ship 
was there for repairs. I rented a car and drove deep into 
the countryside which was hot and dry Just like in a western movie,  
I stopped at a dud farm and they gave an old mare to ride.
When tired of riding the mare and I walked side by side along dusty
tracks and tumbleweeds and I thought of Indians who lived here
and left no history behind other than baddies in western movies.
 
Both the mare and I knew while there might be historic changes and 
upheaval, human nature remains the same; it is about war and peace,
love, hate and jealousy...and finally death. But not quite that, above
all there is dignity and respect for life.  Texas has a big sun and it was
setting. “Home on the ranch” a song remembered. Time to get back
to the ocean and admire the dolphins and listen to their song. 



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Leaving

When I think about the fact that you are leaving,
It leaves me with a painful feeling in my chest,
Not even this high can get rid of that feeling,
Why did it have to happen so fast?

You told me to stay strong,
And you wont be gone for long.
I’ll just have to get used to not seeing your face every morning,
To me, it just feels too wrong.

Could you reassure me again?
That this is not it for us.
Just writing this is making my head spin,
And it makes my chest ache.

I just wish I could say another goodbye,
Just one more hug before we say bye. 


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From the Beginning

Since we met, 
Our hearts have been,
Through a lot,
And I have always hoped,
That you would be the one,
To capture my heart,
But times have changed,
And caused us not to be,
   The people we once were.

People chance through time,
And their true person shows,
And no matter how things turn out,
We can always be friends,
Because love never dies,
It just breaks off, 
But true foundations will last,
Throughout the years,
     And makes love last throughout the friendship.

However, I never give up on love,
Because I know it is out there,
And there is someone for me,
I just wonder who it is,
And where they are,
However, if it is meant to be,
We will be together again,
In the future,
For if you love someone and let them go,
     And they come back it's meant to be.

So, always take your time,
And never rush into things,
Because rushing into things is a disaster,
And both parties will get hurt,
Then there is hard feelings among you,
Which will cause the end all together.

Always search your heart and mind,
And know what you want before you leap,
Because if you don't,
Everyone will get hurt in the situation,
Because it is more than,
Just you and me.


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Hope is More than a Word

Hope is wonderful, it's a word I have come to appreciate
It appears in my life presently, hope knows I can wait
For in the coming months freedom will open my door
To a new life I'll lead and rid my past of sores

Music will be my capture, whilst my art will re-awake
To be more free in years to come, I need to for my sake
Whether I'll be alone in life, only time can tell
Inside my soul I'm reborn again to rid my saddened hell

To concerts I will go, many bands I have still to see
Buggles, Asia & Bryan Ferry, thrall their sounds in me
Maybe Queen will tour again, pasts efforts I should have made
Fingers crossed I won't be alone to share my Gigs cascade

Hope is a wonderful word it can open up future doors
To cross that threshold with open eyes, new horizons to explore








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me-2.php


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Heavenly dream made a reality

Upon the spoken word, upon silver wings,
There was a message written to me, sent by my king.
A love song so sweet, my heart could not resist,
I fell for the one; I was made for but missed.
He sang of great redemption, of mercy, of grace,
A foreign language it was to me, I felt uneasy, out of place.
The wrongs I held on to, the sadness the pain,
Simple things really, trying to keep me from my way.
The emotions overwhelming, I collapsed to my knees,
The only feeling I could muster, was the one to appease.
For knowing I was better than the life I was leading,
I had to exceed every expectation, I knew I was fleeing.
He always held me close, through the disappointment and extreme,
Knowing that one day, I’d look back and it’d seem such a dream.
For he always held a plan for me, that I had failed to recognize,
My Lord showed me my world, as it seems through unseen eyes.
Forever I’ll feel in debt to him, although he’ll never hold me to it,
Because he always loved me for who I was, he always held me through it.
-micaiah Price


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THE CYBERLOVE

........THE CYBERLOVE
Through time and space, you've come and found me here,
at first I guessed that you were only dreams,
that come and go, so far away, yet near,
and in a time where nothings as it seems.

Too much of you fell on me from the start,
from out of night, where winds of love are blown,
deep in another time, as if a part,
of all I've ever been and ever known.

Deep in a candle flame, that burning sight,
I feel you near, across the universe,
and touch your love, bounced from a satellite,
and make of you my blessing and my curse.

No matter--you've become my love again,
from out of cyberspace, where you have been.
..............© ron wilson


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You so love me

In the sudden hotness of the day
The bench beside the roses seemed set right.
We sat and talked about the flowers so gay,
and whether Love is visible to sight,

The flowers seemed more beautiful and rare
Than any flower I've dared my eyes rest on.
I welcomed them with bold yet merry stare.
Ah,all too soon bright summer will be gone.

The sun was at the apex of the sky.
We caught the moment like a netted fish.
And as we looked the broad white clouds blew by.
All we can do is wish and wish and wish,

Now back to dishes,socks and "what's for tea?"
I live so well because you so love me.


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Sarah Kendricks

Sarah a name that means a princess in noble birth,
Along with biblical experiences of religious worth,
Reading her work one can tell of her tenderness.
A real poetess that has such natural cleverness,
Here and now I dedicate this for her gentleness.

Kindness she has shared with all so generous.
Each word I write without ever meeting her.
Never speaking to her, I know many concur.
Dedicating a sonnet is more then she expects.
Reality is, this will never show what she reflects.
I saw her sonnet was waiting to be written true.
Carefully I read her words, to get honest clue.
Kindness, blessed imagination her poetry thru,
Sincerely, I hope she enjoys this poetry I do.


written for
Sponsor Brian Strand 
Contest Name 1-14 any theme /form max 14 LINES  


Dedicated to Sara Kendrick

sorry somehow my writing software changed your name and I did not notice until after I wrote it in an Acrostic Sonnet poem as well....


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To a Lost Friend

My friend, why have you left me all behind
And all alone? I thought that you and I
Could be forever one but now my mind
Is searching for an explanation why.
The times that could have been; are they to be
Forgotten? Have you really gone away
With no intent to ever come back to me?
Or are you simply running, now, astray?
I want to tell you something; tell you why
This, here, afflicts me and won't go away…
But now the poet's hand is running dry;
My words will fail and I will only say:
I do not know what happened to cause this flight
But only when you return shall I be alright.


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Se Promener

       SE PROMENER
Down by the River Seine, where light abounds
come take a walk with me, a sheer delight,
just listen to the distant flowing sounds
of Paris coming to another night;

to hear a distant concertina play
is magic to mine ears, c'est magnifique,
and only Paris lives, in such a way
that brings the love of which the poets speak;

to see this city shroud itself in glow
from all the love, of which we are a part,
is seeing birth that few in life can know
and all this love of Paris, is its' heart.

  Je vais me promener--come join my walk 
  forgetting life a while, let's idle talk.


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FOREVER FREE

        FOREVER FREE
I stand before you, judged, a sinner be
relinquishing all rights, I might have had,
but pray thee quick, to judge the soul of me
then lay to rest--the sins that drive me mad.

I seek forgiveness, that's all of my plea,
for all I've been in life, as having fun,
and all the hurt--that's been--because of me
I pray put in the past, as if there's none.

I ask your guidance, on my bended knee
protect my days ahead, if there are some
and never let mine eyes again to see
the lust of life from where all sin has come.

   And Jesus, give me wisdom, now to be
   your servant who's been saved--forever free!
© ron wilson


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The Heart Breaker

There was once a time when you told me 

I promise I love you forever

Love is blind and so was I 

but now i see who you really are

I promise to love you forever

you said so much, and i thought it meant something

but now i see who you really are

she told me how she felt but, but I didn't listen

you said so much, I thought it meant something

All because the way you said it

she told me how she really felt but I didn't listen

I know what to do from now on

all because the way you said it

I fell deeper and deeper

I know what to do from now on

So next time you see me "blame my dead body on your words"

 By: Stormi Skaggs


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Death, His Friend He Must Embrace

Back bent,
Spine protruding from withered figure,
His face a creeping shadow,
Scattering, revealing pale ghost beneath,
Breathing eerier croaks from dark fathoms within,
Lips parched,
A bumpy mess of scales,
His eyes dug deep within the shrivels of his face,
Reflecting with joy his distant youth,
Quivering lost paper in wind,
As those lips part one final time,
No one listens to his great last words,
Expecting him to quietly slip away with grace,
Death his friend he must embrace. 


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Ode to Nancy

In precious moments that I am with you
together sitting side by side we talk
my heart is glad to spend this time with you
as down the paths of memory we walk.

The little girls we were have long since grown
there is so much we've shared along the way
through joys and sorrows that we both have known
our laughter and our tears have paved the way.

Now we both have reached our middle years
as days unfold our future we will see
together we will face our joys and fears
our friendship will endure eternally.

I'm blessed to have this friendship dear and true
with all my heart you know that I love you.




This is dedicated to my dearest and closest friend
who I met when we were 8 years old.  For 38 years
this friendship has grown strong and beautiful.  
I love you, Nancy!


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For Heidi, Estrella, and Gypsy

Far off in the festival land of sun
  I chanced upon the motherhood of three:
Uncommon daughters of uncommon fun
  With best of hearts and eccentricity!
Madame Estrella - a tongue like a sword,
  And Miss Heidi glamour puss in turn rolled
The tumbling dice upon Ludo's game board,
  Till rum and waters "liming" took its toll!
And sweet shy Gypsy up on Cotton Hill 
  Wise beyond early years on me impress:
Little barmaids my glass and heart did fill -
  I miss your good grace, love, and youthfulness.
Remember our time in no maudlin fuss
And I will drink again a glass to us.


March 1993


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Sonnet to Yrainse

Year after year, each year's like a white veil --
Green days were tarnished and made a white cast.
Sometimes amazing scenes are like a gale --
Blows off the veils, relives the far, bare past.

Warm winds hailed my ship in the boundless Nile.
Beneath the diamond sky I laid down:
Once 'bove the beach, the stars gave us a smile,
When we thought that "Youth" was our proper noun.

The lamplight's gold foil buoyed by Cam's dark stream.
Eyes closed -- breeze, grass scent -- just my every sense:
I saw Xu Zhi-mo punt towards his dream,
I saw us punt towards our future tense.

The last veil drops: at the O'camp you danced.
Years fled; skin wrinkled but the bond's enhanced.


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HOURGLASS

.......HOURGLASS
When all the sand's run out for yesterday
and here you stand reflecting on it all,
no matter what you do, or what you say
you'll never change the way time has to fall;

the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor,
announcing time's run out, as you can see,
all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more,
as if the way it's piled is meant to be;

all Heaven knows you've done the best you could
to shape tomorrow as you'd want today,
but somehow things don't go just as they should
and sands of time don't always fall your way.

The best we'll ever do is turn the stand
and hope again our time goes as we've planned.
.................© ron wilson


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Changes

              CHANGES
You've changed your song again and sing it through
I hear it in the night it clings to me
just as the song before, the same old you,
yet different are the words and melody.

Though you've re-done your hair, and beautif'ly
and how you walk and talk is all brand new
you've changed the way you whisper things to me
so different, yet it's still the same old you.

In all my life I feel the you in me
and changes you have made in all you do
though different in your way, you'll always be
lifes tragedy and still the same old you.

Though changes that you make seem fresh and new
I see you in your light the same old you.


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Your Face Behind The Glass

In a dream last night I was in a city under the stars
I was walking down the street and you were driving in your car
You were on your way to somewhere and I was looking for a bar

You hit me as I was walking down the road
I threw my hands down on the hood to lessen the load
Then I saw that it was your face behind the glass
As I maneuvered around the car and passed

You never once looked up or acknowledged me
I could only assume that you never even saw me


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Faces

There was a time when people fought due to the color of skin.
In this war, none could ever win.
Blood was spilled and fields turned red
All kinds of people were lying dead.
Looking back on these horrific wars,
We learn that we need to see people at their cores.
Judging someone at first sight
Will only provoke another fight.
Differences will rip our world apart
If we can’t erase the past and get a new start.
A person shouldn’t be ashamed of who they are
Because someone kicked dirt and dulled their star.
We should raise up others and help them feel strong,
It will push everyone towards getting along.
If our world breaks because we were fools,
Nothing could fix it except the strongest tools.
Show love for all and stand tall side-by-side
And no one will have to be prepared far a destructive ride.
We should have friends of all religions and races
And not judge people just by their faces.


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THAT DECEIVING VOICE

I should have resisted that deceiving voice
that entrapped me and made me quickly fall...
when silence dominated to conceal noise;
and however sorry I am, I felt tall. 
Devil, why did you choose someone so meak...
to do horrible deeds unthought by this mind?
Devil, you hide in dense shadows and peak,
hiding in caves more afraid than a child.
As beautiful things so charming and grand...
temptation led all to wrongdoing,
but without real compassion and feeling,
thoughts clustered together to offend.

That deceiving voice kept on coming back...
alienating friends who looked to me for help.
  
 


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Ares

Our valor you reward with scars and dread.
The honors you bestow leave good men maimed.
Though back from battle, lauded with loud cheer,
the din of combat rings on in the head
of each who’s seen things better left unnamed
that slaughtered friends and comrades they held dear.
 
Your vultures spread their wings in sun to dry
the stench of carrion from bloody death
picked over, after ravaged by your dogs,
while armies, trained to never ask you why,
rush on until they huff-in Hades’ breath
to join him in his misty world of fogs.
 
Heroic soldiers, these who are now gone,
will never know whose side you’re really on.


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That Certain Glow

...for my pal, Mikki


Two sweethearts in the sunset of their years
share a bench, a pleasant disposition,
big smiles for passers-by, no time for tears,
days are spent in happy contemplation.
Two children with a bushel full of schemes,
imaginations ripe and fit to burst!
fairy tales and fancies mark their dreams,
carefree, they never contemplate the worst.
What keeps them close, and nestled in His arms,
the answer, the need for this connection?
love and friends alleviate your qualms,
compassion is a source for calm reflection.
     A gentle word to counter grief and pain,
     a hug, and love will flourish once again!


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YOUR LOVE

       YOUR LOVE
If all I'd had for you was just one kiss,
...then surely love would not have come our way.
But holding on, and wanting more than this,
...we found a dream had come around to stay.
Now, all I am, is what you've made of me,
...throughout the years in ev'rything we dare;
whatever comes--comes much more easily;
...because I know you're with me ev'rywhere.
And as the finest wine, our love has yet
...to know perfection--I keep this in mind,
as passing time has brought me no regret,
...and old is something I may never find,
...........so long as I've still got one memory,
.............of all the things your love has meant to me.
                   ©  ron wilson


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CAUGHT UP IN LOVELESS THOUGHTS

The younger I was, the quicker and kinder 
I responded to love, and believing in sharing,
I spread that kindness to anyone fonder
of my perception that all were deserving.
I gave all and kept nothing to shelter me from fear;
everybody thought I didn't need up-lifting words,
and being left without the courage to ask, I sank deeper
into loneliness being caught up in loveless thoughts.
I yearned for their friendship, but none came...
and by putting on an alluding smile, it didn't help indeed,
because they assumed I wasn't in need;
if only they had known me better, I wouldn't bear this blame!

Even now, being lonely and caught up in loveless thoughts,
desire for happiness doesn't seem stronger than it was!



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The Score Year Traitor

Feeding me some ludicrous bait
Of incident out on staff ‘do’
Red-headed bitch sealed my fate
By simple act of rifling through
My private papers to discover
If I’d ribbed her like another.

You see, I’d written poem for stress
So that I could work with scum:
To endure their endless cess
That imbued rage be overcome.
But she, whom I had trained from scratch,
Thought I’d at her discomfort snatch.

Not one deemed it worth their while
To tell me of this treachery:
Of misplaced distrust and guile
Which hurt me, though accidentally.
The Morlock found her reading it…
Why do I place my faith in unpleasant people?


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ROCK THE CASBAH

     ROCK THE CASBAH
What mystery of life runs through  the mind,
exchanged, such glances, never meant to share,
to raise our heartbeats, if one's there to find,
and if we have the will to take the dare.

To rock the Casbah, is this sin a crime?
Or just beginnings for the world in need
Of change to Westernize all life and time,
to bury burqas where there is no seed?

To see and fall in love through satin thin,
how many have there been to die alone,
and how much beauty seen becomes a sin,
to men who have a heart of solid stone?

Tunisian girl, the world is now ... for you,
So Rock the Casbah, like it's coming true!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


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Rhoda's Twin Moons Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Two moons shine in the morning sky
Join each other as time goes by
Providing light to guide the night
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

From a place so nice it’s named twice
Like birthday cake with blending spice   
The Big Apple has sparkling lights
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

Happy birthday to you Rhoda
Drink lemonade and not soda
Celebrate your day as you write
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright

Two moons shine in the morning sky
Like Rhoda’s birthday shining bright


© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved

This is for our New York Poetess, Rhoda.

The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three 
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase 
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza.  Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet 
has eight syllables.  There are times when a French poem links back to the 
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of 
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the 
poem.


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My Rose

Shall I compare her beauty to a rose,
Her smooth petals, long stem, and luring scent,
Such a verse would be so ill if I compose,
And no more a wasteful time to be spent,
Woven ropes of a coarse twine from her head,
With lips over-glossed and sensual flesh,
Caress her in the bounds of lovers bed,
As two souls as one intimately mesh,
Upon the threshold of wanton pleasure,
I bring present adornments to her hand,
Though all beauty fails before this treasure,
To fade yet hers shall forever withstand,
The rose won’t last; it dims in her presence
Beauty is only known in her essence


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The Love You Give

You are not like those other boys who hurt me;
I think I love you, but I’m scared to love…
If only pain left here would leave me be;
The heart inside me is tender like dove…

I can feel your love knocking at the door!
I see what you show and yes, that I know,
And yes I know it’s so much more in store…
The love shown is soft and tender like snow…

I’m scared of love because of its past life,
But I seem to think of you every night…
You treat me like I’m your future wife…
This whole relationship just feels so right!

The love I get from you is so clever;
I wish I could make it last forever…


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FOR SUSANNE

FOR SUSANNE 

I came in search of skill and I found virtue
In your climb up the stairs you were neat and clear
Making no excuse for the way he hurt you
But you cling to reality with a straight and peer-

Less eye.  On lined paper you have set your mark
What could you deviate from, if not from right
And knowing you is quite enough to park
Truth on the lines, the tine your birthright.

In this dark house Jews lived and hoped and dreamed
Of a land where their strangeness was a claim
To universal justice.  How in the dark they teemed
Until hope ran like melted butter on the name

They must excise.  Born in a country that did them wrong
You forbid yourself the luxury of song.


(c) Rosemarie Rowley

From IN MEMORY OF HER 
(2008)


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ON A SUMMER AFTERNOON

       ON A SUMMER AFTERNOON
Come sit a spell--we'll take a little time--
from out of life, forgetting what we know;
and talk upon some things I guess that I'm
much closer to--than things life's had to show.

Do you know love? It's funny how it goes
to almost anyone, who needs it not,
but be there need--and love--it never shows
like finer things of life, to those who've got!

Now does that seem to be a fitting thing
to talk about, as passing time away?
Or would you choose what weather has to bring
as here we sit--with nothing more to say?

I guess your life's been blessed--and filled with love
or you'd know what my heart is speaking of.


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IRENE WAS THE AMERICAN GIRL

Irene was the American girl,
the only pretty one I should have based my romantic story on;
and that story is still unwritten...
not having been able to forget the rejection that turned into pain. 
Two bright and respectful kids we were,
growing up with Bob Dylan's intellectual poetry,
but mine was the waltz of a beautiful song...
with the words of the truest love I had ever written.
Brown and blue eyes would have made green eyes,
blonde and brown hair would have made auburn hair;
nothing but the handsomest boy or even the prettiest girl...
for us to love and proudly share for many happy years ahead. 

But who has been your darling since then?
Have you found tenderness in that man? 



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Never forget we're sisters

I will carry you forever in my heart
From the day we met till the day we part
Thoughts of you leaving me now make me ache
I know the day the plane pulls away my heart will brake-

But I know I can’t hold you hostage 
Even though we’re sisters, 
I now must do my best to encourage; 
For I cannot expect you to live your life discouraged 

So go reach your dreams 
You spent your life making others happy to extreme 
Feel the sun on your back where it gleams
Aqua blue seawaters run like streams 

Take with you the other half of me, 
When you arrive there at the beautiful sea 


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A place to grow

Deep in the forest, in an airy glade
Majestic in form, away from the shade
And hidden from view by a holly cloak
Maybe still stands a solitary oak

A childhood haven that I used to know
A place for dreaming and a place to grow
With pencil and notebook I’d sit and write
From early morn ‘til the night stole the light

Those were the days when my friends were the trees
Where I learned to climb and to skin my knees
It was there that I formed my bond with words
Wrote poems of mountains and lakes and birds

Now I’m a man, and my words have grown too
I write about love and friendship and you ~


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Alchemy

What play of nature, gods, or fickle fate
Enacted to place you there and me here?
What are these omnipotent forces' plans
As across this yawning chasm we peer?

Do you feel the touch of my reaching heart?
The warmth as I embrace you with my thoughts?
As each day dawns I hope to comprehend
The purpose of this carnival that thwarts

The sense of you I feel with every nerve
Your spirit inundates my every pore
I curse these chains of distance that we face
As every day I grow to love you more

But trusting in the strong bond that we share
One day shall blend the water with the air ~


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EXAMINATION

On your coming scholars run helter-skelter
How powerful thy stings permeate
Some got sick before the date
Naughty good scholars escape thy stings.

On your coming candles melt, die and part.
Like mosquitoes they become to stand
Browsing and researching into papers not blood.
Your bark far worse than, I think your bite.

On your coming tears run out of the intelligence
Why didn’t I meditate before you start
When mouth crows or whistles start
Pen writes and rulers measure

On your coming, scholars play with caution
On your coming, scholars embrace tension.


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OUR JOURNEY

We were three, though unequal but warriors
Like the herdsmen we were
A glance tells of Our Genesis
All bound in one future

On our way came ghosts white
Scepter they posed  
Extorting and painting us white
Suddenly we woke, we the warriors

In extricate we intricate
Till they went as they came
Our dreams climaxed in one faith
Far not from there, one said to another

Thou are a ghost
What I heard was groans, our fate I know not. 


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One With Thee

Tis I who pen these words for thee
Upon parchment with my quill
For I do wish my maiden to see
The depth of my love and will

T’was a blessing on that day
His lance did pierce my side
Thy stole every word I had to say
With beauty thou cannot hide

As thou nursed me back to health
With thy tender loving way
A lonely man gained true wealth
As thy knelt with me to pray

On this day I so proudly decree
Tis my honor to be one with thee




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Alone Against the Cold

Your warming vigor faded long ago,
as did the thread you sewed into my chest.
I lost your pulse within the ruthless snow,
but still I search without a wink of rest.

I pray your heart holds out beneath the frost,
for life is grueling when one lives alone.
To be forgotten is a hefty cost,
so help me mend the strand that you had sewn.

Please think of me wherever you may be,
so that our woven hearts may resonate,
rekindling your astray tenacity
and cleaving you from this abysmal fate.

Remember me; I'll free you from the cold,
and melt the shackles of its numbing hold!


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Consoling arm recovered dignity

 Villa  tapestries  gave  the  space a hushed quality
Baskets of bread fruit cold chicken  and some wine
Books some paper  some quills and a  bottle of ink
White horse fair haired rider in crispy  white uniform
The leaping deer almost invisible in the far distance
Dozens of lithe  greyhounds darted in the dark glade
Fair pretty delicate her even gaze tinged with sorrow
Series of quick sketches A finished study A painting 
Of a renaissance angel Liquid shining ceramic dish
Air rich  with the scent baking roasting  pastymaking
Beautiful  silver gown long  lace veil  spring  flowers
Immense  old  oaks  and chestnuts  branch canopy
Enjoy helping hunt and  collect  plants of  the forest
Taking  his arm  affectionately  gathered  her  cloak


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Thanks PoetrySoup Family (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Thanks my PoetrySoup family
You have shown great humility
By lifting up Epulaeryu
May God always bless each of you

Your endeavors are very strong
Sticking with you I was not wrong
Your bond of friendship is so true
May God always bless each of you

You’ve demonstrated fortitude
Like Christ feeding the multitude
With your kindness I feel brand new
May God always bless each of you

Thanks my PoetrySoup family
May God always bless each of you!

© Joseph 11/6/07
© All Rights Reserved

Dedicated to the Knights in shining armor and ladies standing up for the 
Epulaeryu poetic form, may God bless each of you always.  All of you are 
ambassadors of poetic goodwill.  Continue to lead on with your angelic host and 
my God expand your blessings.  Thank you for not asking can God, and for 
affirming God can.  Thank you always for standing up and winning the victory! 

The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three 
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase 
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza.  Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet 
has eight syllables.  There are times when a French poem links back to the 
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of 
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the 
poem.



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Something About You...

I don't know how to explain it,
If only you could truly see,
How much I really care for you,
How much you mean to me.

I look forward to seeing you every day,
The grin that belongs only to you,
When I see you I can't help but smile,
There is just something about you.

When you put your hand in mine,
My heart suddenly beats faster,
I wish I could tell you right then and there,
That my life could never be better.

When you wrap your arms around me,
For a simple, gentle hug,
I want to stay in that moment forever,
And tell you how much you really are loved.

When we gradually come close enough together,
Our lips touch, a kiss,
Nothing around us seems to matter,
Because there is nothing sweeter than this.

No words could ever express how much you mean to me,
I hope you have these feelings for me, too;
I can't figure out just what it is,
But there is definitely something very special about you.


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New Year Tag - Spenserian Sonnet

T’is the season of jolly and such fun
Ending a year and starting out brand new
Others will be looking to the long run
Uplifting many with words from a few
Celebrating the new binding like glue
Moving together with tag poetry
Pot on the stove with Epulaeryu brew
This stew is filled with great artistry
T’is is just like cosmetic dentistry
Brings a smile to celebrating faces
The time is now for a royal entry
Like playing cards with faces of aces
Hello Lynn Marie go put on your clogs
Look out the window you have just been tagged!



Comment:  I was tagged by Katherine Stella.  Hello Lynn, this is especially for 
you.  Happy New Year!  Now you will have to find someone whose poetry you 
enjoy to tag.  NOTE: The Spenserian sonnet rhymes as follows: 
ABABBCBCCDCDEE.  The second four lines are linked by rhymes to the first four 
and the follow four, and a couplet concludes the poem by reemphasizing the 
main idea or proposing an alternative view.  Isn’t this fun!!!



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About Me

Well you have picked a subject; I do not like to talk about anytime.
However, here goes what I think about and try to live by, in my days.
I was not liked well and I was shy, a real loner in my prime.
I know I think way to much, all the time, every minute, in many ways.
I am quiet, except when I get to know you, my secrets I never tell.
My feelings I keep to myself, only letting them out in poetry accounts.
My life mostly, made up of work, whether on the job, or home as well.
I am a complicated man; so deep, my split personality mounts.
I feel my heart is pure, though I know I am a sinner, I try my best.
I have had many friends, but never any best friends, that have been forever.
However if you are a close friend to me, I will give you all my total zest.
All my poetic words I recognize, they flow from my muse, who is clever.
I love the simple things in life, and live to love my mate with all my might.
I hate laziness, deceitful people; I believe the New Testament is the only right.


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Collections

I’ll add you to my safe keeps.
And put you with my collections.
I’ll sit back with my own reflections.
After, I’ve taken hundreds of peeps.
 
I’ll put you under my pillow where I sleep.
And then there will be no exceptions.
It’s where delusion versus deceptions.
You and I will never weep.
 
Until your heart is free to run,
I’ll be collecting ashes and dust.
I’ll never be done!
And I’ll never rust.
 
My collections of restorations appeal.
Piece by piece many of you will heal.
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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Young Love

June 17, 2006
 
How sweet, how serene,
Delicate inside a core,
A flower I have bore.
Such a magnificent scene!
 
Blossoms in bloom are what you bring.
I couldn’t ask of you for much more,
I even find you shining on the Seashore.
You make my heart dance and sing!
 
The Sun shines down on me,
And the Moon leads my way.
The Stars shine and I can see,
A beautiful Sun shiny day!
 
You come from somewhere up above,
Tender in my heart is a Young Love!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 


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BACK TO YOUR SUMMERLAND

BACK TO YOUR SUMMERLAND
What matters not, now past and put away,
your welcoming brings on another scheme
and here you make your plan, you can not stay
much longer than it takes to build a dream.

In this, the place where beauty binds all things,
forgotten is each pain, you've ever known,
and here, the Green of life, it always sings,
of life to be, from where all love is grown.

Until you get it right, you shall return,
back to your Summerland, where you can grow,
into a life from which we never learn,
because of learning things we never know.

Your understanding is your final breath
And life begins in what we think is death.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


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Hey Coke Wake up

Icicles in my snow white curls
And forming in my beard
As jets massage my back and neck
And bubbles tickle toes
Soon I’ll get out and don my robe
And step into my shoes
Old go-aheads a crunch in ice
While closing up the heat
Then cross the deck and into house
To rinse then rest my feet
Then time is took to pen a friend
Who lives in constant heat
To tell him that the lawn is white
And I’m halfway round the bend


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For Susan

Lady, whose heart warms
As does the sun,
You mirror the best of us
Back upon ourselves.
Lady of cats and crowded shelves
Your home is sweet haven
When the day is run;
Reviving the souls of wearied ones.
A heat in your smile
A mind that delves
Within emotion's turbulent swells
Gifts given and witheld from none.
Dreams and desires grow like flowers
From the care you show for all.
A brightness fills the passing hours
Spent within your welcoming walls.
The spirit soars 'round its highest towers
When the fortunate guest upon you calls.


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LOOKING FOR LIGEIA

 LOOKING FOR LIGEIA
 The last of feigning death, love now abides,
 tuberculin, infectious, inside her breast.
 She breaths emotion where your hope now hides,
 and clings to what Melpomene knows best.
 
 Dear tragedy of love, deep in her eyes,
 to love we die, or never love one bit.
Your soul--once doomed to Hell--see now it flies
 renouncing every hope of ending it.
 
 Consuming as is love, the hate must flow,
 each seething, creeping, loathing will to fly,
 amongst what hope is left, one thought will show;
 to know the deep of someone, one must die.
 
 All of your will, which dieth, less for cause,
 has ended short of knowing who she was.
 ©  ron wilson


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Birth of a Sonnet

Alas and alack, my fellow poets
For 't seems I hath not writ a sonnet yet
Unbeknownst, too short were such lines I penned
'twas said my syllables were not well met

Advice, I take thee well, accepting that
True knowledge is a path we all must seek
Applying wit, the ink doth flow again
To write these words my soul demands to speak

For, there is one, whose inspiration finds
A warm place in my heart in which to dwell
Though blossoming and yet within its youth
In knowing her, I long to know her well

This humble scribe will go to any length
To write such words as give her inner strength ~


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Sonnet: The Secret of Success: Love

(English Sonnet)


You can’t really succeed without love
Love or its lack will make you weak or strong
Love is the key to success from God above
And its power is a victorious song!

With love we can overcome all kind of evil
God give us all a heart and soul to love
With an option to be kind forgive ill
And we can do it walking in His love.

Sometimes you may think that you can’t do this
But let me tell you in Jesus name you will
Cause walking in His Word/ Light is the key
Think hard, you decide! God’s way or your will.

Just keep in mind that God/Love never, ever fails!
Do everything with love, heart with joy will fill!



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008



December,9,2008


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Sonnet To Joanna Zagrobelny

How art thou too beauteous to my muse?
Thou breath is tamed like those of thy dreary seam
As thy eyes art to themselves pilgrims of mine abuse
From the heavenly seas drowning deep into my dreams.
Thy arms that reach to the levels of sincerity 
Hath sent mine tears into the soils of Fortune.
Since I left thee, my mind disguised eye in diversity
Brung me thy care with affectionate emotion;
Thy form singeth to bird’s stunned brains
For what I care for thee silences my heart,
You are so strongly in my pulsed veins
That thy muse art so believed in me depart.
	O, never say thou art so true as this
	Fed by heaven’s gold thy eyes art godly kissed.


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Philosophy

Philosophy, ancient grandfather of Grand Knowledge!
Who changes all minds with lashing tongues?
Why bury desire with learned garbage,
Preacher, with sick, scorched lungs
He would not speak the truth, when lies sound poetic,
Who would understand the naked soul?
To discover the pearls within the rhetoric,
He followed false dreams to a false goal.
Have you not stolen the Muse from creativity,
And transformed her into the star of Hollywood
To insure an illusion of eternity?
Have you not rescued Aristotle from the poisonous flood?
The ferry from frothy oceans and from me
The Golden Image drowned in a lost sea?


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Precocious Infatuation

Red forever stays on my rose pedal
Your image forever stays on my mind
If love were contest I’d win heart’s medal
This love fluctuates throughout course of time
A child can’t deny infatuation
A mind of youth most innocent of Earth
Our love exceeds art’s imagination
Take heed towards the importance of its worth
Most admirable affection is most pure
What could be more authentic then my love?
Young victim of something that has no cure
You are the young Romeo I dream of
We fall in love young, shall grow old in bliss,
If God takes you first, mind & soul I’d miss


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A Precious Stone

Nothing can be used
To unveil a stone that is pure 
A loving golden diamond
Dressed with care only in wealth

My stone, raw and pure
Of truth and tolerance
A fella indeed
Forsaketh me not in a time
Of tribulation and trouble

Even in the whirlwind
My stone is in the yonder 
Bringing down the mountain in wonder
A rare gem of a stone
In the midst of sandy stones.


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Songstress

She's out there singing verse
Against a backdrop of surrender
Baking in wasted desert dry
Fathomless well of wondrous wording
Silent under ceiling fan cool
Thoughts in random redness
run wetly down cold feeling cheeks
Out in swelter seeking shelter
A mocking bird stands
One legged on a cactus shaded stick
Words form from inner longing
loosely linger inked and dry
Soar sweet siren
green eyed flight light
Spreading angel wings
Shedding shredded sadness
to fly so finely  free


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Sonnet:To a friend

It's sad that your love couldn't be true to you
And I know you struggled so hard and long.
But life sometimes in the end can turn blue
And there are times when some things can go wrong.

But don't blame yourself for all of this mess
For you it wasn't just written in the stars.
And some things are not meant to be for us
But don't lose hope for your dreams can't be far.

Today you cry for lost dreams and their cost
But I hope your tears are gone by tomorrow.
You'll see that not all is completely lost
Pray you find in the night the light that glows.

Be strong and keep your chin high all the while
Smile and never stop dreaming thru your struggle.



Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008



November,6,2008


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Some Days

   Some days I feel all fine and great, but some days there are just too many 
decisions to make.
   Some days we’re sad when we would rather be glad.  Other days we fight 
everyone even the ones we like.  
    Some days are quiet and our hate just can’t fight it.  Most days we’re just tired 
and we’re afraid we could get fired!
    Some days we’re scared when we should be getting prepared.  Some days 
we’re spacy like we have been tripping daises. 
    Some days we’re confused when we would rather be amused.  Some days we 
lack concentration and everything we heard was mistaken.
     Some days we’re full of joy, but by the end of the day this feeling soon 
becomes destroyed.  Some days we act like a baby crying when everything gets 
crazy.  
      Some days your friends just aren’t enough and you don’t know who you can 
trust.  In other words SOME DAYS are better than others.


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gone

Sitting here all alone I reach for you
But then I remember yoou are gone
Never will I see your face again
Missing my best friend

Why I wonder late at night
How can I make this right
Inside my head I replay the since
It feels like a bad dream

I had just said goodbye to you
I knew what you planed to do
You was going home to see your kids
You never saw him where he was hid

I heard about the body found the next day on the news
Than I got the call telling me it had been you
He raped and beat you as you screamed and cryied
Than he cut you up and lft you to die

The news man was cold and heartless with the story he told
What about her children and her soul of gold
What of her family and ones left behind
How do we deal with no leds to the crime

The officers say their doing the best that they can
But sometime I wonder do they understand
What it like to have someone you loved just took away
And noone have answers when their babies say

What do you do when a ten year old aks you what to do
Because they are sceard to walk to school
My best friend is gone and will never return
While her killer is out enjoying the sun

I wish I could find him before the law dose
because then he would learn how it felt to lose something you love
I wouldn't kill him I would let him live and stand trail
But i would give him a loss he could think on a while