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A Penny For Your Thoughts

“The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, and in
It are enshrined the precious keepsakes, into which is
Wrought the giver’s loving thought.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Dear Treasure Chest

Invaluable is tender love’s domain,
that ruby red that lies beneath the breast.
But just as precious is the treasure chest
which houses our intelligence - the brain.
With memories exquisite to retain,
this coffer is the one that serves us best.
And likely we’ll not know how well we’re blessed
till luster of our keepsakes starts to wane.
The ruby oft is lost; we pay a toll.
Yet time and time again, that gem we find.
Not so within the storehouse of our soul
when strands of fond remembrances unwind.
Dear treasure chest of which we’ve no control,
what good the heart when pearls fade from the mind?

For the contest of Sara Kendrick



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Leaf

Floating down with grace and ease
Carried off by the Autumn breeze
Rich in hues of orange and red
Landing in the flower bed

What once was buzzing full of life
Now succumbs to the pruning knife
Staring up at the wilted rose
Another season comes to close

Looking for memories of this day
Not forgetting her fun filled stay
Lying amongst the rocks and sticks
I'm the one the little girl picks

Hurries home with the one she took
Placing it in her poetry book



8/05/2014


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Yesterday's Joys

The Old Refrain

Where have they gone, the simple days of old?
Though filled with toil, their melody was sweet—
A blending of the common joys that hold
That special place in memory's retreat:
Warm home fires burning, families gathered close,
The day chores done, the evening shared with zest,
That tranquil peace that hovered to disclose
Life's humble ways and means were surely best.

But now the complex song of modern man
So filled with discord drowning out the good
Of basic joys inherent in life's plan,
Makes happiness a gift misunderstood.

And why must progress hush the old refrain
To play this frantic tune we so disdain?

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~4th Place~
Contest: Pick a Title: Yesterday’s Joys
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst


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A Penny For Your Thoughts

"The best things in life come in threes . . . friends, dreams and memories" Author unknown _____________________ Old and new friends are gems to cherish in my heart, In my darkest hours friends have held me close; Although in time we may be miles and miles apart They have listened with tears to my sad grieving prose. All my days are reverie and my nights lost in dreams, And with my dripping pen I create my poetry; With dream inspired words, lines, emotions and themes, Sorrow has made me the poet I was meant to be. Ah, memories, memories so bittersweet, In my mind I see our old house amongst the trees; I have memories of mom's tangled garden seat, Of bright, heavenly flowers waving in the breeze. And through the years I have learned life is deep, Entangled with friends, dreams and memories to keep. ______________________________ March 14, 2015 Sonnet For the contest, A Penny For Your Thoughts, sponsor, Sara Kendrick Theme - Deep thoughts Third Place


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Memories of good old days

Memories of good old days


When memories give you tears, 
you sit, there is nowhere to go,
and you have the worst of fears,
Can you ever retain your glow ?

Those nostalgic evening walks,
drives in the dark that made crazy,
stuck in mind like stubborn plaques,
Can those pictures ever go hazy ?

Engraved in marble you can't erase,
Successive thoughts bound to depress,
Echoing in ears stays every phrase,
Alive are memories you must confess,

Emotions flow with good old memories,
as souls dance serene in mind galleries!




Written October 28th, 2014
Poet- Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Entered for contest 'Whatever' by PD A on Oct 29th

Awarded 10th place

Now for contest "Any old poem#8" by SKAT A




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In Loving Memory of Lucilla Carillo

My lovely Lucy, you’re no longer here
He called your name; you left without a fear
Your heart was tired and more so your soul 
God let you rest for soon he’d make you whole

There is sadness deep inside my heart
To know that in our group you’ll have no part
I’ll look for you by name, but I won’t find
That face that was so loving, sweet and kind

I don’t blame God, for He knows what is best
You were His loved one, so he gave you rest
A woman of great faith, you had no doubt
You wrote of Him and all that life's about

I’ll miss your poems, and your friendship, too
One day we’re sure to meet in earth made new


Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15 According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18 Therefore encourage one another with these words.

I Thessalonians 4: 13 - 18









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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

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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 
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Alone with his memories


Alone with his memories
 


He sits and wonders all alone, thinking
where has his life gone, not fun being old.
Had many friends with whom he sat drinking
boasting of love many secrets were told

Some who like himself can no longer walk
Need someone to push him when they have time
To sit on this bench, reminisce their thought
 a wheelchair replaces these legs of mine 

I wonder what is going through his mind
The laughter of friendship, honest and true
Putting the world to right, helped them unwind
A Penny for your  thoughts, please share them, do


So raise those eyes, look to the skies above
Smile at your friends, who are watching with love


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Ardour's Cloth

When love becomes a masochistic moth
That yearns to feel the heat of passion's flame,
It chews a hole through sheets of ardour's cloth.

Its wings ignite, too close to blazing shame;
They glow at first with fervour as they feign
A beauty that becomes a painful game.

The tears can't quell the heat or halt the pain.
They fall to feed the weeds of sprouting dread
And drench the heart with beads of acid rain.

But rest assured that time will smooth and spread
The memories into the shrouded past
And stitch the lesions with a healing thread.

The day will come when joy will blink awake
To leach the sorrow from that phantom ache.


For Craig's "Terza Rima Sonnet" contest


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Bagpipe Memories

I can hear them in the distance when the air is bright and clear They bring back bitter memories of a long ago yesteryear The whining of the pipes I can remember well, As they set the cadence for the men, who marched into pure hell. They were preceded by their banner - A Royal Scot Brigade – These tartan clad musicians were never known to fade. They always kept on playing as to battle they did go; The weather did not matter - blazing sand or bitter snow. When heroes of the clan are called and laid to rest, A single piper can be heard filling a last request. The one, who paid the piper, in our hearts, will ever be – His place will forever be a part of bagpipe memories. The whining still is heard and the wars continue on And will be with us forever until the pipes are done. Written by John Posey 12/22/14


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When Winter Comes

When winter comes there's wind, rain, bitter cold
There's white everywhere from frost, ice, and snow
Bare tree limbs are tossed by strong winds that blowww
Close to the hearth tales of yore oft are told
'Twas not so in the spring when all is fresh_ new
When love is on the wing; trees' young leaves green
All is simple at those times of sixteen
So much so now that life is in review

Then summer came crops were ripe for harvest
Young limas were gathered by the bushel
The corn's tassels were now filled with full ears
Then ends that part of life a busy quest
Fall's panty filled now; plans made for bethel
Winter by the fire remembering years

finis'
First attempt at Italian Sonnet
Favored by Emily Dickinson

Contest:A Sonnet In The Wind
Sponsor:Poetess Darkly
Written: September 13-14, 2013


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SUNDAY DINNER A hillbilly sonnet

        SUNDAY DINNER  (Hillbilly sonnet)
Ma's cookin now, so come and set a spell
and you can bet we'll have her Sunday best
before the settin sun, and who can tell
what's on her stove--but it will meet the test.

Can't you just smell that fryin chicken now?
And you must know the gravie's fresh and hot
for pourin on them taters--I allow
a little more than I should have--so what?!?

The butter it just melts on bread so light
to compliment the vegetables we grow,
now if you know a life that's half as right
as this, you'd better make it yours to know.

   And I will say the grace, to thank God for
   what He has give--so He will give us more.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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A Garden of Memories

She so lovingly remembers her grandfather here.
Tho many years gone; his memories kept near.
This book he read to her while she sat in his lap.
Taking her on great adventures; imaginations tapped.

Inhaling the aroma of orange blossoms, sweet.
Hungry after each journey, this fruit they would eat.
Filled with such nostalgia it's his scent she misses;
cherry pipe tobacco, also tasted on his kisses.

This has become a tradition for her each year;
happy memories filling her with joy, never tears.
For he is on an adventure in paradise now;
another for her to join him, when she is laid in the ground.

She will read to her grandchildren from this old book one day.
Where precious memories of her in this garden will be made.



July17, 2014
Contest: A poem in Paradise
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst


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NOSTALGIA MEMORIES

NOSTALGIA/MEMORIES

Ah quanta nostalgia
Ah what memories

Mentre tutto va
When everything’s going

Oltre I limiti della mia fantasia
Beyond your wildest dreams

Dove tutto e paradise se 
Where all is paradise

Giorni di liberta di festa
A day of freedom and celebration

La musica dolce suorna 
The sweet music plays 

Io pensavo e stato giusto
I thought it was right

Questa melodia
What melody

Passione 
Passion

Voli e brividi
Thrills and dreams

Tranquillita
Peace 


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Memory Lane

Take a walk today down memories lane
what is it that you remember the most
is it the childhood memories of Spain
maybe the first time you went to the coast

into the waves you ran without a care
dancing and tumbling you played carelessly
drifting out to sea you had a big scare
when saved your mother grasped you tightly

or could it be the day you fell in love
all starry eyed remembering that kiss
like a shooting star falling from above
never had experienced such bliss

memories last a lifetime don't fade
reminiscences can not be remade

  written 05/19/2013


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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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Fair Memory

   I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode 
   ‘tis truly there with you I long to be 
   To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode 
   Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee 
 
   In passion do I feel the tempest rise 
   Rise to meet the moonlight’s sweet caress 
   To see myself in love there in your eyes 
   And in thy garden dare to find me rest 
 
   O damn the world that holds this body bound 
   N’er content, my spirit yearns to search the wind 
   ‘tis there in sweet repose my love is found 
   And there I long to be with you again 
 
   For in fair memory’s eye no care there be 
   And to thy heart, mine own, I’d give to thee


Christopher Thor Britt
(Motif: Romantic)


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My Saturday Morning Job

Saturday mornings my list was quite clear,
Pull out the comet and toilet bowl brush.
Windex, perfect to polish the mirror,
Finish the toilet with one final flush.

Scrubbing the sink till faucets do glisten,
Empty the countertop, free from clutter.
Scour the bathtub, with so much ambition,
While under my breath, complaints I utter.

Our shower the biggest job of them all,
With its showerhead and sliding glass doors.
Standing inside to scrub ceramic walls,
Finally finished by washing the floors.

Child labor I’d cry when I was not paid,
When I grow up, I am getting a maid.


Shakespearian Sonnet
10 syllables per line
www.howmanysyllables.com

11.27.2014
Contest: Jobs
7th


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Remember When

Remember when we acted so sly,
Going to lunch and getting high?
Remember when we camped and drank all night,
All of us glowing in the fires light?

Remember the girls we used to date,
how they never used to make us wait?
Remember the time we all skipped school?
Always together, forever, free and cool.

Remember how we all dressed the same,
and thought those over 20 were lame?
Remember that awesome party we had,
and you got busted by your mom and dad?

Remember when you went away?
I have not seen you since that day.




For the "Do You Remember" contest


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Sycamore Memories

Window covered by a sycamore tree Constant friend of my snowy Maple days. Memories spring as insects on a tree Turn my gloomy days in glorious days Hippocrates got his inspiration for search in medicine he began. Buddh sat under it for meditation and enlightenment of mind to attain. Desdemona sat sighing under it in agony to hear willow song treat. Flying to Egypt Mary stopped a bit. Crann ban “Money tree” in Irish spirit. To demystify health, to personalize, To me sycamore is to poetize.
+++ December 2, 2014 Form : Sonnet {Iambic Pentameter) Dr. Ram Mehta Sixth Place Win Contest: Structured Forms by Georgio V. Venetto


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Mindmapping

never forgotten events and objects of the  past  
all  together their future's foundation
times and memories individually  glassed
with the experiences and wisdom of earlier  narration

items of a bygone youth birthing familiar rear views
stored and boxed yellowed dusty old stuff so beautiful 
through the front screen all looked  exiting and new 
including the impression of all still being mutable 

mirrors and screens always in need for upkeep 
thorough cleaning for a more specific and clearer picture 
or sun protection avoiding a light- blinded  peep 
balanced procedures achieving the perfect mixture

holding on to what really belongs to valuable few
getting rid of what feels outdated, wrong or too brand  new 

(c) Elly Wouterse


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Fog Of Sunshine

Upon arriving in a cold dawn breeze
Whilst hands might be full, demanding to lift
Eagle eyed on such a shadow at ease
Extends a welcome, still I became stiff.
Aura’s on edge to this fragile posture 
Dismal charade coats his inner bearing
As river of moonshine does not torture
The eight, deep-seated ‘til rays are glaring.
Gathered for indulgence at fresh midday 
The fragile has a mouth for his wise tongue
Sharing trivia that carried me away
And yet bluffs as a flat poker-faced young.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
That is quite an open-and-shut draw line.

Skin fires up along waters in motion
A query comes in, hailed to modern dame
The rant of the fragile spurs his notion
Though excuse me, could not join your game.
Flushed and away from taking the crisp pledge
I sway to the tune of compelling tracks
Heretofore, an act that I must not hedge
Straight outside where the dazed fragile relaxed.
From pedals and licks to favored genre
The familiarity is round-the-clock
Surplus existence is not a contra
Evanescence of the soul comes to knock.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Drop out of sight; I think I will be fine.

First shot - a lustrous rust from ripe wonder
The seven, battled the craft of reason
Second shot - a mind’s eye leads to blunder
The two, tempted for the sake of season.
Allured to the voice of inviting mischief
A seal that is all but butterfly kiss
Dries the dearest out beyond disbelief
Enough of it calls the shots of mere bliss.
Gasp of steamy air echoes out of range
Lingering for the deep touch of desire
Vague urge gives in to an enticing change
Tender strokes spring from the poise we aspire.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
The fragile climbed the capstone; likewise, mine.

The first blush rises above horizon
As the three sheets to the wind tiptoed well
Being caught in a fly-by-night zion
Upstairs is under one’s wing from the spell.
Scruffy yet born with bewitching feature
Voice endowed with suavity sweeps off feet
Mesmeric eyes that can cause mild seizure
Dear me now, could not stare or even greet. 
The four, smoothed the way back to how things charm
Others remained; clueless of what took shape
Swan song by the fragile got my cheek warm
Treated this breathing space as sweet escape.
The fog of sin from a bag of sunshine
Still and all, an open-and-shut draw line.


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Recalled Memories

Tenderly she picked the pink flower
day dreaming of the first flower given
wandering over to the bedecked bower
she dreamily looked at the garden

Memories of happy times came flooding in
the places they had visited together
Roma where they bathed in Turkish basins
Athens, they were victims of a flasher

Paris is the city of love and romance
here they had dallied playing some love games
time they spent alone in a loving trance
their love for each other fueled by flames

Love had bound them for all eternity
memories founded on a dynasty


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Childhood

There is a world of endless exploration,
The whole of life yet at its blissful berm,
A place of wonder and vast imagination,
With views of this world in its purest form.
A world that all have paid a passing visit,
And drove men mad with longing for another,
Its greatness, not realized whilst they were in it,
For years was cause of unsatisfied hunger. 
For alas, only once can this grand place be seen,
Its innocence can never be regained,
Its borders crushed by an aging world obscene,
And not but precious memories remain.
	From this world there is much that can be learned,
	Though, sadly, there’s no hope of our return.


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Near Twilight

"Sway to the rhythm of summer snow fields. . ." 
(From Tim Ryerson’s Cotton Pickin’ Paradise)


We came upon a cotton field one day
near twilight when the sun was sinking low,
then stopped the car, deciding we would stay.

We reveled in that field of summer snow
and how sun’s radiance upon it shone.
No cares had we, no other place to go!

Parked off the road, we listened to the drone
of gloaming’s insect symphony. You said
the night, like us, was young, and ours alone!

You touched my face as sky lit up with red.
We kissed as darkness fell. Full was the moon
and soft the grass that was our loving bed!

For brilliant Alabama dusks I pine
and nights of moon glow - knowing you were mine.


For the Terza Rima Sonnet Contest of Craig Cornish




a kyrielle sonnet


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Lancaster Bomber

You were standing on a museum floor
Calm and peaceful to fly no more
Lancaster bomber once you spread your wings
Your bomb bay doors open your pay load to fling

You helped us to win in world war two
As part of the Dam Buster's you proudly flew
Barnes Wallace's bouncing bombs you threw
Brave English airmen were your crew

So many were lost of your unique kind
As we look back through history that's what we find
Yet to save so many you were literally few
Yet we a thankful for what you did do

Risking all so that we could be be
Free to live in a world which you helped rid of tyranny



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An Autumn Sonnet

In poems, I keep all the things
That I should not, ever, forget-
The robin preening as she sings
The sharp scent of autumn's breath

Pumpkins fast growing ripe and round
Fields turning to a golden brown
Frosty dawns make a crunching sound
Laughter rises as pale white clouds

Sunlight pours in through a window
The clear blue of the sky above
Trees painted in red and yellow
And the feeling of being loved

These are the things that autumn mark
Cold to the touch, warm to the heart


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The Old World

You don’t know the old world,
But you would have liked it.
In that world, when I was young,
Like you, hungry to eat the roots
Full of fuel, I dreamed I could fly.
Flap my arms and fly, freely
I was a helium balloon,
Rising up into the blue sky.

When I think of you, it is like
A portal into that old world,
Where all my lost years unwind
A chance to find those butterflies
I left behind.  You, who don’t know 
But you would have liked it. 


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Sonnet Poem: Remembering a Father

A pair of shoes that walked many tests
Skipping and hurdling the hardest
Shock proof to the condition around
Halt to prepare for what tomorrow's abound

A distinctive scent of sweat for a living
Upbringing of children is not failing
Many sails and flights brought them away
A love message to sustain each longing day

Hiding tears to withstand the test of time
Strong grip of every chance is sublime
Man of few words but a cherished action
Unload your worries, now at peace with God without distraction

In my most solitary moments
I will live to the image you represent


15 June 2013


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Birthday Sonnet For My Wife

Close your eyes and bring back sweet memories
Try to remember at your early age
No recollection of your first few years
At age 6 was that far you could engaged

Wiping your face full of cake, dress like a princess
Friends and relatives joyfully singing
Greetings and gifts are the way to express
That day is still worth remembering

Open your eyes now and see what has changed
Childish fun is over, now settled down
Much meaningful life along the open range
Learned basics of life, now you have outgrown

Today is your birthday, another year to share
This special time with us, we really care


Noel N. Villarosa
21 April 2014



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