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To Forgive Or Not To Forgive

To forgive or not to forgive, that is the question.
When you are offended, whether real or imagined
by a loved one, a friend, or by someone esteemed,
do you confront the other, or resolve to be patient?

If by some stroke of luck, the offender apologized
but turns around, talks glib gobbledygook,
do you keep silent and still, looking cool as ice,
or do you tell it to his face, that he’s more than a crook?

At such time as this, or any time for that matter,
it is best to forgive whether he asks for it or not.
Do not poison your heart with cyanide blather;
Bitterness can bother like a bat’s up your butt!

Forgiveness frees the offended from the devil’s deceit;
Makes you smile at the debtor, as his debt, you forfeit.

A modern sonnet. 
06 October 2015
Poem of the Week - October 11 to 17, 2015

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez

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The Weathered Years

The weathered years passed with silent restraint
and left an impression that time stands still
I have counted sunsets without complaint
While life washed over me testing my will
I've crossed boundaries of unimportance
and found wisdom at the iron gates of age
I've laughed on the dark stage of circumstance
and know life's curtain falls on the last page
To play a fool in the turmoil life gave
and paint graffiti on its coldest walls
I've been my own master, been my own slave
I will open the aged gate when death calls

To allow my mind to cross many years
and find a mixture of beauty and tears

Copyright © Frederic Parker

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Sonnet of content

Life has many difficult trials and can be a difficult task Sometimes its better to just pretend and wear the mask It can be a challenge to achieve the state of a peaceful mind When all around is troublesome and you can't leave it behind Life is a balance of holding on and letting go, so you are in control Defeating the demons and allowing the angels to protect your soul Never give up on hope and aspire to achieve your potential Life moves very fast and to stop for a moment is essential It's never to late to achieve your dreams, so always be strong Keep the faith, so the world will know the legacy to your song Sing it loud and clear to every soul, so we know it word for word Open the door to your cage and free your wings to fly like a bird Life has its ups and down, so learn to be content
Let the world live in your heart without any rent My Favourite Forms - Haibun or Sonnet - Poetry Contest by Heather Ober 14 September 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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The Dog of my Life

Shakespearean Sonnet

I remember the day I picked you,
With your sweet little puppy dog eyes.
For my heart was searching for love too,
When I looked down and heard your soft cries.

Your brothers and sisters were running,
They were after a fallen clothes peg,
But there was a puppy so stunning 
Trying hard to get up on my leg.

Four years it has been since that moment
And I thank God daily for his gift
Each day you give me such enjoyment 
Your love has given my heart a lift.

Today I know as clear as can be,
I didn’t pick you; rather you picked me.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton 
Contest: Pets

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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Lessons learned

Life offers wisdom in its time
Some lessons only learned through pain
Like falling when you try to climb 
Or getting burned on fire's flame

Some lessons only learned by living
Sadly learned through life’s regrets
Though every dawn’s a new beginning 
Lessons learned, we won’t forget

Sometimes life brings such frustration
Should we fight against the pain?
Out of pain springs revelation
Suffering, we’ve much to gain 

When faced with trials, we have a choice: 
Let pain consume us, or rejoice 

Copyright © Becca Teagan

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His Life, His Love: Sailor's Moon

Above a cloud, in soundless, still tumescence,
a goddess rests; below her is the sea.
A strip of it is rippling luminescence,
a path of light in night’s serenity.
A solitary boat now passes through
the lane of radiance.  One man regards
the sky and ocean, both a cobalt blue,
and ponders inspiration of the bards.

For what could man want more than such as this -
-the tranquilness of dark in Luna’s glow!
At times he longs to taste a woman’s kiss
though he embraced this life so long ago. . . 

His gaze is fixed on her who shines above. 
He chose the sea. . . and moon became his love.

For PD's 
the moon- old/new poemsPoetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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A Painter's Pine

The void calls through gossamer veils and widow's peak. Shifty-eyed now of necessity I lie, bone-wrapped in rosaries black as my rheumy eyes, death speaks. Uncomforted by down or velvet, role trapped corseted, board stiff with age like calf skin vellum peeled and bloodied by the dual edged knife of man. The scene is set and I shall not whimper, as do some, or call to God, or blame the fates of those whose clans remain earth-bound, when I have left this mortal glade. Pigment on canvass, linseed loosed, stretchers taut, displayed, all of this, I've had a plenty, and been royally paid. My life was art, and it was art that fanned my life's flame. So, stretch me on the pine boards and lay my edges down; monochrome me in umber, drench me in shades of brown.
Self Portrait See About the Poem

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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White Lace

Winter cloaked in the whitest lace
Spreads its folds across the land
Transforming the earth's tired face
In beauty she makes her quiet stand

For those who weep for summer lost
And long for days of idle breath
Those days come at winter's cost 
She sings the songs of living death

For naught we argue with the wind
And rail at ice that will not weep
Hoping these days will soon rescind
And her buried promises  keep

Winter dances with solemn grace
Dressed in her white gown of lace

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick

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Sonnet of Space and Time

I savor my precious, quantum bliss; the vibration of the strings, echo Heaven’s kiss. In parallel worlds, are parallel lives; With them, I can identify. I’ve passed through, many walls of stone; through countless lives, I have roamed. I’ve tasted every experience, I found, that some, I still lament. A molecular epiphany, I have received. My life’s frustration, is appeased. Pure energy, is what we are and we can visit, every star. Quantum souls are limitless; join me and pursue your bliss.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser

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The Writer

The candle burns down long into the night
Its life waning in a flickering flame
As I etch these ink stains of black on white
On pages that will never be the same

For I will fill this empty space with gold
Treasures - my soul now feels the need to share
Before the embers in this fire grow cold 
I give to you these precious gems so rare

And when this candle dies and darkness falls
My pen will finally rest without regret
Left with the knowledge that I gave it all
My life in words until my dying breath
And in death I will live forevermore
For the pen is mightier than the sword


Written:  April 15, 2011
Elaine Cecelia Geroge, of Canada

The Famous quotation 'The pen is mightier than the sword' was written by:
Edward Buliver-Lytton in 1839.  Those words still live on today, proving that the pen truly is, mightier than the sword.

First place: Brian Strand's 14 line contest
First place:  Razzle Dazzle Contest sponsored by Linda-Marie


Copyright © Elaine George

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Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Glistening of gentle morning dew
soft breeze flowing sweetly along
Thoughts again of life and you
melodies that play a mental song

Trees wrapping this beautiful morn
joyful thoughts now so newly born
Sky filters down its sunlit rays
birds chirp all about on such days

My joy lost has now been found
as the natural world spins  around
Life takes on a sheen of the new
Again my happy thoughts turn to you

Our lives joined, paths forever hold
this deep love that makes us both so bold! 

Robert J. Lindley  09-24-2014

note: Took a Nature hike today. Saw God's beauty all around. 
Very soon I found myself thinking ,yes, that my life came around 
when my wife married me. As if a Spring shower had soothed the 
parched ground. Giving nourishment for the seeds of bliss
to sprout on up and grow.
God, Nature's glow, my wife's love and beauty , our son's 
smiles today made this world turn from bleak and cold to
sunshine and a slice Of heaven. Thank God for Nature's 
beauty and its sweet inspirations.
My brother-in-law David was sent home to die tonight. They can do no more , the cancer will end his life, most likely in the next few days...
I couldn't go there tonight. The helpless feeling slays me so!
I hope to have the courage to go tomorrow morn...

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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A Unique Job

It was very hard for me growing up As had to raise my two months old cousin. Me! An adult at the age of six, yup. After three years, my aunt gave birth to twins. Then, three years more and their sister was born To get trained after getting a degree In the populated house, was forlorn. Thought for a job to have my own life’s spree. Then, the uncle and aunt died suddenly Leaving my four cousins under my care. And my dream to have my own died wholly Though my head said, “No, It’s not fair, not fair”. But my heart won over my head duly Now the four cousins are my life only
+++ Based on a true story December 8, 2014 Form: Sonnet: (Tetrameter) Second Place Win Counted on (Total 140)

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta

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The Memoir

Here in the final pages of her life			
She stops to rest a spell on empty lines		
Reflecting on the chapters left behind		
In valleys of a mind deep in contrite		
Where shadows battle with a blinding light		
Conflicting egos fighting on through time		
Their argument life’s reason and life’s rhyme	
They battle for the end that she must write	  	
Two equal pens held tightly in her hand		
Tears mingle with the ink spots on the page			
One pen telling truth one pen telling lies		
Her bleeding words like footprints in the sand		
On lines between a novice and a sage					
One pen she puts to death before she dies

Author:  Elaine George
Written: April 20th, 2014
For Miltonic Sonnet Contest sponsored by: Craig Cornish	

Awarded:  First Place

Copyright © Elaine George

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A Penny For Your Thoughts

(The Relativity of Beyond)

Bacteria, too small for human eyes
Engage their fight for life within our midst,
So unaware of Earth's gigantic spies
With microscopes and slides, who co-exist.

And tiny fish contained by walls of glass,
Oblivious to all that thrives outside,
In world of colored sand and plastic grass
Know not of ocean's roar or rhythmic tide.

And we, the wisest brothers of life's sea,
Who travel well the wonders of our home,
Are blinded by the endless mystery
Of space and time--horizons we can't roam.

What great dimension of the vast beyond
Makes Earth a microscopic vagabond?

© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~2nd Place~
Contest: A Penney For Your Thoughts
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Judged: 03/22/2015

“If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size,
then the one thing it cannot afford to have is 
a sense of proportion.” 
Douglas Adams, Author: 1952-2001


Copyright © Sandra Haight

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The Planting

The Planting

Seeds of sorrow lay scattered along our path
 so oft intertwined with Nature's wrath
Yet till the fields of dreams we simply must
for soon , so very soon we turn to dust

Green is the color of majestic newborn fields
as man enjoys fruits of earthen harvested yields
The sweat and pain given is the simple cost
thus we survive so ALL humanity is not lost

Life requires our own ground be rightly prepared
ignorance is the calamity so many are ensnared
We eat the dust long before we bake the bread
when we seek ease oft great sorrow we get instead

We plant our own seeds to dream to reap anew
yet we all pay, life is not free, tis so very true!

Robert Lindley, 10-01- 2014

note: Inspired by this morn's reading of Debbie Guzzi's 
super fine poem , a great sonnet -- The Sowing
I give thanks for this inspiration and the joy in reading 
both her sonnets this great morn. Certainly brought me
out of a slump and crazy haze these last few days..
Amazing how sometimes another poet can blow one away and change
 another's  entire attitude.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Your Love, My Every Thought

Your Love, My Every Thought

Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green
 nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks
In sight of placid shimmering lake scene
 never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes

There I may soon see the wonderous sky
 feel the breeze settle my tormented mind
All about feathered creatures sing and fly
 embrace all woodland glory I may find

Beauty brings soft memories of you
 flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair
Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new
 my mind soon rested and without a care

I wonder how the hell all came to nought!
When your love races in my every thought

Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014

Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:   N/A  
Total # Words:  103

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Above the Clouds

Love lifted me into the clouds so high I could not see the world beneath my feet. We sailed away into a sunset sky. I felt so sure my life was then complete! We soared through galaxies, collecting dust from shining stars that made our faces glow. Life felt so sweet; the earth beneath us must have been illusion. . . . but what did I know? Reality, I learned, was not above those fluffs of clouds, for passion dies so soon, you’re pulled down to the ground. And what of love? It’s just a glimmer up there on the moon. Yet mortals can’t stop wishing for that flight above the clouds into the star-filled night. For the Both Sides Now Poetry Contest of Alfred Vassallo

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Whispers of Your Soul

Born without knowledge, seeking its course clear
Whether to search with the external eye,
or turn inward towards darkness, to hear
To find each minuscule need must comply
I'll question the soul, as though we are two
and seek answers from its soft voice within
To listen in silence for wisdom that's new
A guiding line, where my thoughts begin
To be in awe of life's visual scene
A universe illusions often thwart
A world unknown to all but me, between
I'll find serenity in my soul's comfort

To release my breath, free my soul that's bound
and listen to soft inner peace I've found

Copyright © Frederic Parker

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The Morning Sun Speaks

The Morning Sun Speaks

Vainly,  I smile at a fine morning sun
ponder today's tasks waiting to be done
Embrace and savor this very sweet morn
enjoy life, that is why we were first born

Sparrow drinking at my lone bird fountain
clouds soaring into another mountain 
I see the carefree bird fly far away
consider the high price I dearly pay

Happily my soul spoke to the red sun
life races onward as I freely run
My toils are but life tokens to be spent
spirit lives with our love paying no rent

The morning sun spoke yet again to me
live, love and grab hold of life yet to be!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-27-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Last of My Kind

The dust from life clings to me as I move,
to free myself from the voices of sin
The travels I've made left nothing to prove
As I acknowledge the emptiness within
The flow of time passes by my shore
While I watch as my skin turns to gray
Speed of a lifetime leaves time to explore
No where is it written anyone will stay
I'll wave to the memories, a last goodby
And follow the sun to horizon's line
I'll seek no pity, any eye to cry
Give thanks for the wine, it was fine

'Till the moment comes I'm glad I'm aboard
I'll open my arms as I am moving toward

In Memory

Copyright © Frederic Parker

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What playground does not hold the magic lure
Of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
In ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
And surging thrill of bouncing up again—
To know that when he's hit that lowest low,
It's followed by a swing to new heights when
He'll know once more the joy of that plateau?

In contrast of the see-saw truth is found,
For truly, were it stable, it would bore
The simplest mind; for only from the ground
Does grandeur of the heavens make its score.

For only in imbalances we feel
The balance that keeps life on even keel.

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: My Favourite Forms – Haibun or Sonnet
Sponsor: Heather Ober
Judged: 10/09/2015

~4th Place~
Contest: Teeter-Totter: Balance the Load
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Judged: 10/07/2014


Copyright © Sandra Haight

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Paper Eyes

Transparent smiles and fragile paper eyes
adorn a tender beauty, as a tear
of dew upon a rose in cool sunrise.
A sweet yet clear disguise of yearnings near,
secreted 'neath so tenuous a veil
that slight of breeze would surely discompose
and tear and crinkle. Milky shades of pale,
diaphanous, untrue (as truth’s cast shows),
serve only as a means of self deny,
a flimsy shield against a whispered voice
that sighs a threat to air life as a lie
and deliquesce remaining threads of choice...

except the choice to live, as such a breeze
undresses faintly covered dreams with ease.

Copyright © Sharon Tideswell

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Memento mori

The bells call forth from mighty tower keeps 
To herald passing souls from here to there 
The orange sun upon the hilltop creeps 
It crucifies night's cold and blind despair

And light of day itself may also bluff  
The flower blooms and will too soon dissolve 
There is no virtue virtuous enough 
To ban the steady tide of death's resolve 

If permanence is just a fleeting dream, 
Why burden every man and child fair? 
To ask is chasing shadows down a stream 
Fall not into the well of when or where 

These words are written clear for all to see: 
What I am now you too shall one day be

Copyright © Jeremy Martin

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Birthing Loving Merciful Trees

Birthing Loving Merciful Trees

Seeking any mercy, found greater peace
every step gifted so very much more 
Quest gave my lonely life another lease
ever a pleasure never a sad chore 

Every dawn brought another super gift
happy nights, flying in with joyous ease
Birds in flight forever , ever so swift
love springing up, as pretty as you please

Giving thanks for serenity and all 
journey concluded, racing quest sent back
Joy answered each and every crying call
acceptance for all that this life did lack

Peace then birthed those loving merciful trees
Joyous fruits answering desperate pleas

Robert J. Lindley (edited 04-05-2015)

Poem Syllable Counter Results 
Syllables Per Line:	10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 
Total # Syllables:	140 
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
 Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words:	95

Note: A quest I finished long ago.
A poem of the now, looking back at the then.
Love heals all,  even a broken hearted man..

This write was inspired by my reading just today ,
 Peter Duggan's great poem titled --   Sincerely...
Thank you my friend, you give so much....

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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Scroll Of Life


Although the light long ago faded from my youth
Clarity of my memories tell one; go home,
If only to find the innocence and the truth
From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam.

When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night
Unprepared for the dawning the golden sunrise,
Horizon awakened one of emerald bright
Freeways of poetry and words woven without guise.

The misunderstanding of the unrolling scroll
Gave one measure to digest the loss; the delay,
In sands of time ribald an everlasting toll
The scroll we have a new understanding this day.

The gypsy has finally found himself a home
Through emerald eyes seeing his sunrise; not alone.

© Harry J Horsman & Mandy M Tams 2014

Copyright © harry horsman

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On Avenue of Aimless End

In pre-ghost era of my sowing days,
and long before my crumbling had begun,
my feeble goals sparked insufficient blaze;
the avenue I chose was not hard-won.

I packed a suitcase but misunderstood
the purpose of my journey from the start.
And though I tried to do the things I should,
I needed more to listen with my heart.

Now feeling unfulfilled is what I’ve earned
by carving fate from means with aimless end.
In contrast, some with fervent dreams have burned.
Their minds are set; their time they don’t misspend.

I took the first broad road that I was shown,
so paths I sacrificed remain unknown.

For the choices we make in life Poetry contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Shadows Past Cont

Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity

Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember

I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give - 
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove

For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE

Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire

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Those Glory Days, Long Gone

Those Glory Days, Long Gone

Those glory days resting so far bygone
I trek ahead, sad and so all alone
Treasures left upon lofty mountain tops
Rushing ever foward, no time for stops

Days, we resting under a shading oak
loving in vows that we forever spoke
Coolest mornings, breezing days easing minds
days of joy in all the many new finds

Those views of life sing forever above
crystal dreams set in our undying love
Nights of magic in epic love unbound
blisses in every kiss our wet lips found

Memories of days and nights now alone
holding memories of life so long gone!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-07-2014

Poem Syllable Counter Results

Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  100 

Did it , hit exactly one hundred words + ten syllables
 per line and great rhyme.. A solid sonnet according to 
my own personal standards. Wrote it and had to minor 
correct only three lines..

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with JA Fraser

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile, spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air, their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair; suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style, the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare. Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile... Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare-- they blow their dreams to root in land fertile. They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak though trials, struggles may round and round peep for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak ____________________________________________________ J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo 9:37 pm, March 03, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Painted Echoes

A wash of gold adorns the westward sky
as waning light departs a summer’s eve;
in readiness to roost, crows cease to fly
and seek their resting place among the leaves.

Past toasted rooftops, twilight bids the sun
must softly slip away to realms afar,
with liquid grace, sun-kisses fall undone            
and drench the dusk in honey-toned memoir.

Time lengthened shadows whisper to the moon,
enticing her to wear her slender smile.
With reticence, she answers to their tune,
enriching night’s black canvass for a while…

still wearing notes of summer-sweet bouquet,
recalled from painted echoes of the day.

Copyright © Sharon Tideswell