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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


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Fog

She dances with volta do mar;
about her hips she swings and sways;
on currents of the seas for days,
she beckons sailors from afar.

Her mermaid song, it spins whirlwinds
about the deepest ocean’s gyre;
keep lit, the lanterns of desire;
of whispered lovers and trade winds.

On deck, attempts to navigate,
astern, the deadly shore and reef;
while men she would lure to their grief,
her spectral hand, did gravitate.

Her phantom tendrils now retreat;
revealed too late, their graves to meet.


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The Gem

THE GEM As precious stones are hidden and entwined In minerals of ordinary worth, They must be found, professionally mined From common, rocky layers of the earth. Extracted, polished, cut, they'll stand apart As valued gems. Neglected, they will share In earth's destructive force—erosion's art— Dissolve away with nature's wear and tear. Oh God, you are both mine and miner; strip This soul embedded in your work of clay, And let your tools of grace and fellowship Preserve the gem of Love from life's decay. Cut many facets that reflect and show— The worth of gem and miner in its glow. © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~3rd Place~ Contest: Precious Stones and Gems Sponsor: Anthony Slausen Judged 11/22/2014


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A whiter shade of blue

the magnificent autumn-sun bursts at its seams
the icy october-wind blows her soft-cold breeze
one of the most impressive and mesmerizing teams
stumbling over each other making me warm and freeze

fragrances of fresh grass mowed for the last time this year
the muted-green foliage whispers with leaves drying out
the hidden dark-red blackberries wither behind protective thorns of fear 
the last flight of geese flying over another scout

rare but visible some glorious leaves of gold
the cloudless sky colors the very rare whiter shade of blue
the bike trail I'am on  partly covered with wet leaf mold
the passing summer is now really saying adieu

while the wintery wind and summer-sun bicker for attention
I'm overwhelmed by this whiter shade of blue's  fourth dimension

©Elly Wouterse

Dutch composer&harp player Anne Vanschothorst wrote a piece for harp and recorded her version of "A whiter shade of blue" 

The link to hear HER "A whiter shade of blue" under "About this poem". 

Procol harum's "Whiter shade of pale"(I am that old- or young?) is on of the songs on my list of most played songs on my mp3-player.. when hearing this song on a sunny autumnal day I was inspired to add my color to the palet..........  I saw a new'kind of blue  and wrote  this poem.. 


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SEE-SAWS


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

© Sandra M. Haight 2014
    All Rights Reserved

Contest: Teeter-Totter: Balance the Load
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper - Judged 10/7/2014
~4th Place~


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BLOSSOMS AND BUBBLES

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES


As petals fall from blossoms long denied
the beauty of their warrantless false pride
abated as love’s bubbles slow expired
drowning in a love once so desired.

Once tickling bubbles had ignited flame
to blossom in the heart unknown to shame
caressed by mindless passions sole resolve
to tend the flame of heart fully involved.

The blossoms could not stand the lurid heat
thus did the petals fall at lovers feet
last bubbles lay atop the warm champagne
first tears the many lies that lovers feign.

The scent of blossoms long expired flame
eased by the numbing bubbles empty shame.



3/25/2015

submitted to – BLOSSOMS AND BUBBLES – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Olive Eloisa Guillermo


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About the importance of being

five lightnings coming out of the blue
more black clouds hanging in a queue
life's reality is really stretching 
loads of inner strength continuously fetching

thought for a long time I took it all
again being tackled and another fall
skydiving below former grounds
silences the cold killing sounds

inner strength the leading voice
not giving' in  again a choice
fighting every single second
the only way to go on I reckon

life's so much more than sightseeing
it's all about the intense desire of being

(c) Elly Wouterse


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To You, Crocodile

The river dragon of crimson streams
Swiftly swimming to bring my end
As I’m standing alone at the silent shore
The beast from this murk suddenly ascends.
Gripping my face in her flawless jaws
The teeth latched efficiently into flesh
Pulling me quickly into the depths
Dragging me into the shallow grave.
Surrounded in filth, drowning in the banks
The apex predator’s grip never relenting
All I can do is break, bleed and decompose
Hoping for some relief in the pending death.
I find some comfort in this prolonged pain,
Because I haven’t felt a thing in ages.    


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Flower Or Weed


FLOWER OR WEED?

We seek out special flowers in the field,
That stand among the weeds in scarce array…
Quick pluck them from the thorns, a tiny yield,
Arrange them, stem by stem for our display.
Then serving on a table, shelf or sill,
Their fragrant beauty eases stress and strife,
While in the field the crowded weeds will still
Meander on in wild pursuit of life.

The weeds grow dense and tangled in their clime,
Drink deep of soil and live for sun and rain,
While full, rich flowers, giving of their prime,
Will sooner wilt, their goodness spent for gain.

What's best to be—a carefree, rambling weed,
Or special flower, plucked to serve a need?


© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved


~10th Place~
Contest: Encounters With Flowers
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged 11/28/2014


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Legs Are My Wings

At some point, my legs begin to converse                
of time spent on the trail, rest now needed,             
For like a horse's labors exceeded,                     
the strength mere food and water can't traverse        
Beyond exhaustion, repose will reverse               
Thus respite, backpack set down and relieved          
of duties, containing my home achieved,
until such time as rested legs endorse                 
my return to trails, and onward I go;                              
Traveling far Appalachia’s way,                                     
witness to wonders and all living things,                      
in far towns and altitude, well below,                             
where nature’s flora and colors bouquet;                          
To motivate legs that have become wings.

Written: April 25, 2014
for Craig Cornish's Miltonic Sonnet Contest


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Lonely sky

I look to the skies hoping to see a sign
A sign of a stars shining like diamonds
I toss the thoughts of you to the heap of stars
All the happiness dressed with flowers
I took time to remember you singing
A voice so sweet it turned roses yellow
I yelled to the gloomy mountains for you
And light shone like twilight in heaven
Through demons and angels my plea recognized
And I finally feast on your beauty like a vulture
Thou thoughts mingle in space and time
I remembered your dancing eyes with adventure
So keen to let the desires leave the dust
I saw you in the sky strolling like a queen towards eternity


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When the rain comes down

it flows unrestrained
translucent colorless 
flavorless if rained
from clouds' overarching dress 

it adapts to landing spots
surrounding colors mirrored
coincidence draws lots
rising and falling scents of its Spirit

between cold and cool
beyond warm or hot
water's curse or jewel
dried up or a too wet shot

fragrances of worldly water message
transparent presages about future's usage

(c) Elly Wouterse


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Time

I want to say good night
But its night as yet to you
I can see darkness now
If maybe you never left

I have to say good night
Darkness has defeated me
Only your love can resurrect me
I am afraid to go now
But I have to go and live under the shads
Love me to my silent place

Good night when you see the moon
Flower me with roses from abandon garden 
Cover me with what i was and be now
Good night sleep with elevated power


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Last Breath

You were a shining Star.
Few of many in the sky.
Looking up so very high,
Not knowing why you are.

Close and set you are far.
Spinning flames  knot a tie,
I note a pattern just like pi.
Colliding with me you spar.

So burn it up and burn away,
Sow your heart upon a plane.
Chart your distance in the clay.
Burn it all up then call it sane.

The explosion in the sky is His death.
All burned up He has no last breath.

(R) Registered:  2013  Ann Rich


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Circles of life

the reflections of a surface
noticing what I missed without disturbance
focusing for a third look
not counting the silent moments it took

greenest duckweed curls around
darkest black circles crowned
with a mirrored picture
of a faraway sky and trees' tincture

particles of green parade
the space in between a shade
times frames of the place above
lightening gestures shove 

a little pond in the park
a simple view life's  spark 

© Elly Wouterse.

© Elly Wouterse.


The story behind this poem @  "About this poem"


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Survivor

Life's waves washed me upon your Island shore
Tossed by rolling seas, a torn heart maroon
You found me, the sea and sand no more
Gave caring love in your sheltered lagoon
I had nothing, no jeweled treasure to share
No diamonds bright, rubies red, fragile heart
You clothed me in reason, a coat I wear
For this gift, a promise, we'll never part
My love though humble, is forever free
I place it well without reserve or fear
On your heart's altar, I leave a plea
And only ask, you keep it well my dear

Life had cast me from its brigantine deck
Now found, survivor of my heart's shipwreck



For the contest Islands
sponsored by Anthony Slausen




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Puzzle

A piece of ocean next to trees and sand
Scattered across treated mahogany. 
Across a face, and a ship now unmanned,
And rolling waves, fingers trip sloppily.
Splitting the pile into organized stacks
Here end pieces, there yellow, and here blue.
Out of nowhere a playful cat attacks!
Ocean falls like rain, every piece but two 
The cat bounds away leaving destruction.
Scattered pieces, mangled ship thrown on beach
Nothing but a picture for instruction.
Marching forth, I took the puzzle by siege
Gradually the pieces come together
And are ready for your viewing pleasure


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Suck It Up

How does one know, they're on the right path?
We all take our chances, let fate do the math.
Understanding is key, when things don't seem right.
I know I will see, someday see the light.
Positive I am, no matter what happens.
Sometimes I still cry, could you pass me a napkin?
Nothing is perfect, no, it never will be.
Life is unpredictable, compare life to the sea.
Sometimes it is calm, and other times so rough.
Stay afloat, get over it, swim under it, suck it up!


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Red Blossoms

Down where the Camelia blossoms blood red
In the heart of winter, when others rest
Poverty is stamped out and all are fed
And red-breasted Robin has flown the nest

Few left to struggle with a cold winter
And family farms have disappeared from view
None left to tend the fires' dying embers
No inheritance left for children to accrue

Will the Robins reappear bringing spring
A rebirth of values and  self-esteem
Planted fields whose great harvest brings
A wealth of values, wisdom that beams

Poverty still planted where blossoms red
Values disappeared, disrespect bred

Sonnet: With 10 syllable count and rhyme
scheme: abab, cdcd, efef, gg
Called an English sonnet....


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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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CHANGES

CHANGES

The day begins with promises, 
from the east as the sun rises, 
it has hope that to all it carries, 
lighting our way from bitterness, 
that we wish to leave with yesterday.
The promise to shine away the pain, 
bring smiles and joy to its prey 
that it feeds from everyday.
Then the wind changes its direction, 
twisting smiles into smirks, 
clouds try to get each other’s attention, 
light shines from the grey sky,
threatening to take life by a flash.
Then the blue hides under grey, 
then small drops of tears of the sky.
That is how love passes by.
			The loving OW-JAY 


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Arise

Arise, you song birds sing in morning dew;
The flow’ry host to colour fields and furrows,
And sap of Spring runs gold in willows veins; 
As tender leaves unfold to speak of birth,
Fresh mountain ranges iced give life anew—
While waters melt and stream through cricks and borrows
The gleams of light will melt the winter strains
Though spills of oil have quenched the songs of earth.
The corporate sting of greedful revenue,  
Has bankrupt natural wonders—greedy farrows
The eagle has no pow’r to save her eggs,
Tall forests fall and crush the robin’s hue
When flow’ry petals change to black on yellow—
The spotted fawns arise with warbled legs


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ZOMBIE DAWNING

-- James Ph. Kotsybar

The zombies are coming; no one knows why –
no time to ponder such things anyhow.
Apocalypse gives us no time to cry.
Survival is all we can think of now.

They hunt for us in slow, relentless mobs
and push past all our barricades by force.
We stifle our screams and swallow our sobs
to realize we are just their food source.

There may exist a ruling, safe elite –
the privileged who caused our current woes
and watch us as we’re torn apart like meat –
but likely they’re no better off.  Who knows?

For us, they won’t sweep in to save the day.
To them, we never mattered anyway.


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Crystals

CRYSTALS

Each time she wears her Emerald necklace,
reminds me of our eternal embrace.
On her wrist sits a Serpentine bracelet,
giving her inner peace without regret

Round your ankle you wear Yellow Jasper,
a sign of happiness that will prosper.
Those purple blue gemstones of Tanzanite,
calling your Guardian Angel to unite.

She loves her Rubies and her black Opal,
for Crystals she will take her search global.
Best is the Sapphire eternity
ring that flashes truth and sincerity.

They say that Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,
from knowledge, ladies this notion transcend.

Written By: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 16.03.2014
Contest precious stones and gems


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Where have all our flowers gone

I wasn't able  to cross oceans
too much not available
with explanation incapable
because of halting motions

I'd chosen every single flower
my bouquet  with  emotion
crossed  the  immense Atlantic ocean
didn't reach your happy hour

nobody kept his or her eye on
despite the asking once more 
complains sent  as unwanted encore
where have all our flowers gone

since everything withers in total muteness
I long for renewed daydreams and healing bless

(C) Elly Wouterse
05/20/2014

About the RE-POST:
Posted  yesterday the wrong version :-( - apologizing for bothering readers earlier on  with and posting the (very) wrong (today updated) third stanza........... 


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A so called captain of a Costa Concordia

The Captain of the vast cruiser
handed out his inconvertible crip
This Captain a self declared  only end user
for the first rescue boat of his ship

The Captain of the vast cruiser 
sent all passengers  a brief letter
This Captain a self-declared bruiser
not offering anything more or better

The Captain of the vast cruiser
had such a hard time watching the disaster
This Captain a self declared non-looser
speeding up his rescue boat leaving even faster

This Captain in his private cabin cruiser
sang a selfish song while abandoning his ship

(c) Elly Wouterse

Note:
This poem is based on  
* a documentary  about the tragedy with the "Costa Concordia".
The vast cruise ship "Costa Concordia", with Captain Francesco Schettino at the 
controls, .grounded into the rocky shore of the Italian island of Giglio on Jan. 13, 
2012, 32 people lost their lives. 
* there are Captains of ship and planes, Captains of industry, Captains of small or large companies.....and people who t h i n k or pretend they are a Captain... I do hope you haven't met "your" colleague' of the Captain of the Costa Concordia in your life...  


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Please Place Patience Upon My Palms

Why can’t you just be evil? Like my mind
wants you to be: Unfaithful, shameful.
I want to hate you! But you’re too kind
and no matter you are always thankful
of me and my song of desperation
for pain and its un-winnable future.
I know! A heart’s betrayal may come
disguised as death bringing this return 
to memory of past regret, unyielding
regret, this plan of me my only way out.
Understand unending and what may be.
Believe in the certainty of two hearts.
Trust in the flesh and the way it feels
on fingertips, lips... Trust love—it is real.

Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp! 
JustThatArchaicPoet Contest
Poem chose “Knock, Knock” 


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Like The Finest Of Wines

You say I'm old enough to know better;
But I am still young enough not to care--
So I'll compose another love letter
To shake up your world, my dear lady-fair.
Your kiss still goes to my head like champagne.
(I should have built a tolerance by now!)
They send me spinning around and again...
I can't get enough of them anyhow.
I may not chase as fast as I used to,
Nor do my passions carry me away,
But my heart's embers still smolder for you-
And they prob'ly will 'til my dying day.
Our love matures like the finest of wine,
Whose bouquet piquant endures for all time.


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Healing Achilles 'heel

during recent days frustrated. 
done the math beyond all doubt
facts and fiction separated
Achilles' flogged soul felt  the knout

showed self-imposed artificial tranquility 
the unknown an insignificant mystery
driving on the road of inability
the past declared ancient history

ignorance drowned in absurdness 
pouring pain fed wild frantic grounds
virgin era in balanced roundness
replaced stellar silenced sounds

Achilles' pained heel cured
future's solid foundation secured


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Dreamworld

barefooted on the beach
listen to the sea's preach
water waves softly caress
from toe to top wiping stress

wind offers a cool breeze
sun and clouds gently tease
in blue and dots off white
heaven shows her arc-light

evening sky paints dreams
sunset's cooling down beams
waves whispered their song
while dreaming I could walk along

disrupted lifetimes are out of hand
dreamed steps not longer printed in sand

(c) Elly Wouterse