In quest to find respite and solitude
I drift on the light of an amber sea
It's there I pray in words of gratitude
for a life that's blessed with serenity
Riding on waves where only peace prevails
gently lulled to sleep by swells as they crest
Tropic winds flirt with my billowing sails
I dream of feasting as Poseidon's guest
This peaceful voyage calms my heart and fears
Quiets the distress I've felt in the past
There's never a threat I will spill sad tears
while my anchor of burdens is not cast
I shall sail upon this sea in my heart
without the need for a compass or chart
August 28th, 2016
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016
I had a dream one sultry summer's eve
A vision as the sun began to wane
An angel weeping made my soul to grieve
I clearly sensed his sadness and his pain
With teary eyes I asked him what was wrong
And was there anything that I could do
His words to me were spoken in a song
I came to understand his point of view
He told me he'd been watching from on high
So many poets fighting down below
Why couldn't they make peace, he wondered why
If only they would try, true love would flow
I slept that night uneasy and in prayer
Will anyone who reads this even care
Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016
Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
of travelers. There in the golden glow
of sun where sky and land and ocean meet,
each scar is washed away by the deep reach
of blessed waves poured from the font-like sea...
here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
and leaves behind unblemished purity.
I walked along the water's edge and saw
the prints I made, which in a moment's time
were gone...the shore, agleam, without a flaw...
and I exalted in the holy clime,
as if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
was mended by the blessed sea's great hand.
Sandra M. Haight
Premiere Contest: 203 - Max 14 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: Theme #6 -THE SEA- (OLD & NEW POEMS)
Sponsor: Skat A
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
The sky prepares the sun for night
where drifting clouds are slowly steeping
in tepid pools of waning light
where soon the moon will find her sleeping
above a field of wild blooms
where evening shade is gently seeping
into the brush where sunset looms
beyond the reach of shadows creeping
along the ground where light rescinds
past silver groves of willows weeping
teardrop-leaves that ride the wind
to dusty skies where stars need sweeping.
Through the trees, the breeze is roaming
like a breath into the gloaming.
For Andrea's "One in Three" contest
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013
Inside a temple Jean sits quietly,
clothed in radiant white from head to feet,
soft pale hands and a Bible on one knee;
a smile she beams on each who take a seat.
Within the room is finest polished wood;
all is clean, and the walls reflect the light
of purity, which sought, is understood,
for here abide the honest and contrite,
and peace resides to blot the worldly strife
they’ve left outside; sweet solace eases pain.
Each soul here can reflect upon his life,
for godliness and solemness do reign.
It’s in the temple I envision her
once the Spirit does her heart bestir.
Note: Jean is my mother's name.She is a very
spiritual person who enjoys the peace of the temples.
March 4, 2015
For the Pick a Subject Contest of Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;
If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!
Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:
Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010
The wind is an easel of darkened hue
Under hanging clouds, my breath meets the sea
Where tears on night’s air linger to review
This pain once needled by love’s trickery.
Like a wing that rises on one blessed flight
Across the shores of hope trilling a dream,
Its fragrant air hums gently to rewrite
The end of sorrow wiped by a moonbeam.
And zephyr flings its stars , its promised grace
In hymnal joy for my essence, now whole;
Like a child of strength this gift I embrace
As tears become holy drops that console.
When life is pierced by rainstorms that invade
I think of wind chimes as my serenade.
Janice Thompson's Pen A Sonnet On It
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
Perhaps when the last bough has sailed away
And I stand here alone on twilight's plea,
I will remember each and every day
When gentle eyes kissed fears so tenderly.
I cherished our seasons through pain or shine
You opened love’s vessel to catch dawn’s tide ,
More than a father, a gift of lifetime
Until night cuddled wisps of your last glide.
A thankful song brings memories’ relief
Defining not what life is all about,
So sing with angels and take flight so brief
And will my wings to climb without a doubt.
This breath now calm on our hometown's lagoon
A journey far where your face lights the moon.
Shadow Hamilton's Contest:
In The Name of Love
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013
To listen to the world with my silence,
And feel the breath of life move in an out.
To search this quiet with heart's abidance,
And touch the soul, to free the dark of doubt.
To see the peaceful motion of flowers,
As they dance in soft breezes without care.
Feel warmth from sun's light that gently showers,
Kneel at the altar of my soul we share.
In green meadows of my heart I will lay.
Caress my soul in holy interlude.
Within this silent calm I will stay,
And find peace in temples of solitude.
I'll calm the restless soul, quiet its storm.
Beautiful its world in its purest form.
contest solitary moments
music used..Once Upon A Time In The West
by Andre Rieu..violinist
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
Bright stars that shone behind the clouds
Magical fireworks lit the sky
New hopes and dreams danced round unshroud
While uncertainty tore the heart
Leaving stains 'pon the blue lined sheet
New Year can be an awesome start
Peace, joy, contentment slipped right through
An assurance no matter what
Everything good will soon breakthrough
New Year ride the light of sparklers
Dance round uncensored and uncut
Break off borders, release blinders
Bright stars that shone behind the clouds
Peace, joy, contentment slipped right through
Written: January 02, 2016
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Cornish Sonnet
Theme: New Year~~~Think outside the box!!!
8 syllables per line( If I can count to 8)
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2016
Peace Not War
We dream of peace on Earth…what is this peace
We yearn and pray for in our life? We think
Of days when wars no longer threaten, cease
Our actions to enjoy our freedom’s link
To all God-given rights of man of Earth.
To live unburdened, free as it should be,
Each person has an equal chance from birth;
Survive without the fear of 'fight or flee'.
Though many live their days in harmony
With peace and love the center of their goal,
World leaders bear the cross of keeping free
All nations from disastrous wars and toll.
We wonder will this miracle ensue…
And pray that peace on Earth someday be true.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Promote Peace Not War
Sponsor: Silent One
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
I'm a Muslim whose voice remains unheard.
Peace was the first thing I eagerly learned.
Peace, the world's main hope and ambition,
Is the ultimate goal and name of my religion.
"Peace be upon you" is my all-time greeting
To everyone I run into or see at a meeting.
Love, the world's greatest aim and ambition,
Is the be-all and end-all of my religion.
Our Prophet once said, "Shall I tell you what to do
to find love, let there be peace among you?"
Let there be peace and love will grow.
Faster and stronger than all we know.
Islam is peace that leads to love
If peace is there, so will be love.
Copyright © OMAR JABAK | Year Posted 2015
The afternoon outlined. The sunny strokes
of a samurai blade on her body
revealing things the eyes feign see.
Tempted, wounded, the virgin parchment floats
between her skin and satin cloak.
Artist; afternoon, craving company
draws her inside-out so innocently,
on purpose leaves the yolk indwelling.
The painter in the corner moans,
he jealous of the afternoons artly
Improving skin, bare olive tones
of subtle pastel, the moment partly lost
to the constellations.
Copyright © Jim Marshal | Year Posted 2010
My vision this is Freya in her house;
a pastoral tranquility the sound
surrounding pretty Freya and her spouse.
A gentle cloud, she floats around and round,
moves room to room, and drifts upstairs to down.
She has no need to fret or rush about.
A countess she can be and don a gown;
inside her ballroom dance and not go out.
And in a garden spot, when troubles mount,
perhaps she sits; for solace, writes, head bowed
or dips a brush in paint, and by her count
is showered with the all that love’s allowed.
For in the lovely manor, on its grounds,
imaginings and dreams can know no bounds.
Written 7/7/14; Freya is a real person I know; but her manor is my imagining.
For Elly's Encore - anonymous positive new sonnet contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
Let me tell you what I’ve found, my brother.
The nice guy is the one that’s the struggler,
because the ones who are not, take it for weakness,
and slyly, cowardly, go in for the jugular.
Please spare yourself and don’t try to explain it,
Those cowards court evil like a diabolical cupid.
They haven’t a clue, nor do they want to.
As the ole farmer says “ ya jest can’t fix stupid.”
Shake that well trodden dust off your feet,
Christ’s Gospel is preached by the way we act,
Let’s not get caught up in the worldly ploys.
Come back to Christ’s Kingdom. Let’s stay on track.
Better to be ill thought of with your Christian flag unfurled,
Than to lose His precious Peace, a priceless God given pearl.
written for the real contest of Life and Love
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011
I'd like to spend my Christmas by the sea
Where ocean foam piles up like drifting snow
Green coconuts were ornaments on trees
And eggnog is a very old Bordeaux
The ocean would come caroling each night
Waves shimmer just like tinsel in the moon
I'd swing on ev'ry star 'til they left sight
Absorbing all the peace one could consume
And if old Santa happened to drop by
We'd talk a little treason by the fire
I'd ask if he could tell the reason why
Peace all around the world would not transpire
But what I'd like is not what I will get
I'll stay home and have Christmas with my pet
by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
There’s a path of flowers I glide across
Such a beautiful color made of gloss
Orange pieces of delight made to pass
Within this meadow that is long to last
The blades of grass are surely tall with pride
Turning colors from green to brown inside
There’s a lone tree in the sight of the field
Where orange and red leaves become its build
Flowers impact this field in retrospect
Looking at it from my past with respect
Power of the flower is prominent
Secure in my heart which is dominant
Orange is the color of the plant’s choice
Field is glad of their presence, they rejoice
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
The choice is mine, to spend my time where seagulls sing for me
A day to play beneath the sun, have fun and feel no shame
My chores undone, but my heart is won by everything I see
Not often have I felt so sure, or found a cure to claim
I'll leave behind the pace the grind that keeps me on the run
Without a doubt, I want to shout, and thank the sun above
I'll hide away, and have a day, perhaps if only one
We are meant to have a miracle, a moment's breath to love
To pull down shades, on a sunny day, and grieve of life's demands
are not for me, I'll smile instead, assured of something more
Beneath the sky, I'll watch the waves roll in to wash the sand
and put on hold the old routine, that bores me to the core
To find myself, a sense of peace, a second step begins
All by myself, I will release, the breath I've held within
Battle of the Honorable Mentions Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
One Senior’s Sonnet
The feelings are frozen, fetid in time,
Decisions denied to the dwindling mind;
Possibilities piling like lengths of twine;
Acceptance of aging cannot be blind.
Duties demean while trying to hold on;
Where hides the help while faculties dim?
Will compassion kindle the fire now gone?
Can joints jump for joy in arthritic limbs?
The sun is sinking in a twilight red rest.
Peace being pursued is allowed conquest.
And tasks like talisman line up in rows
In order opting one by one were chose.
The frightening fear of morning’s trembly dawn,
With prayer and persistence is dead and gone.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
As Lightning Fills The sky
As river flows, I sit here on its shore
I’m here each day. I could not ask for more
The rain comes down, and thunder it does roar
Such mystery it seeps into my core
It feels so great, as lightning fills the sky
I hear screeching parrots as they fly by
That I love nature, this I can’t deny
Overhead a pelican he does fly
Such drama all around gives me such bliss
It is a sight I’d never like to miss
The sweetness of this day, my soul does kiss
It fills my heart with joy, I tell you this
Each morn to me is such a magic thing
Sitting here alone it makes my heart sing
8 January 2017
Sonnet. Ten syllables each line
Each stanza in Mono rhyme
Copyright © Lazy dog Smith | Year Posted 2017
When all our tomorrows have faded away
And memories gather around
When shadows are long and the shades hide decay
When stillness is swallowing sound
Still we’ll have no idea where we are bound
And still we won’t know what to say
As we ready ourselves to go into the ground
All worry let go and resolved
All misdemeanours and onus absolved
At the top of the circle the end of the line
Seeing the face of the moon has revolved
And altered the measure of time
Thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory
Mine is a twist and a line in a story
Copyright © Tony Devers | Year Posted 2016
It`s peace in the forest, this night…
All stars gathered in the same breath;
The frost`s wolf chatters his white teeth;
Mourning old trees are all covered by light;
The wind increased his obsessive white;
Neighbors: the snowmen and a glass stag
When night is finally waving its white flag,
Dreams are hanged by luminous white of the height.
Winter buried its face in frozen white lands,
Long Snow drifts grew like glass clouds above
And covered the village and half of the church;
Sun seems a squeezed lemon by white hands.
Milk dawns, glass blower speaks slowly of love;
White field sounds with crows near one silver birch.
Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012
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
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
Let the evils of the day suffice to themselves,
And the dark not descend to deeper depths.
Let our better angels draw their subtle breaths,
To softly sing of virtue 'round our souls' deep wells
As the nightfrost bears the spectral knells
From distant, dreaming, timeworn towers
Slowly marking magical hours,
Casting secret shadowspells.
Let slip our barqes upon the sea of dreams,
Above those deeps where memory sleeps.
Unloose the furrowed, careworn brow
As our ship above soft wavelets streams,
Unheedful of the kelpy deeps
Beneath the brightness we call Now.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2013
The volatile excerpt reads “The behead-
ings that were carried out by the Isla-
mic State of Iraq and Syria, the
rage of hate is a control factor for
the power of the leader to be sup-
reme. Is this the measure of mankind?
The rigor-mortis that lay before us
is a terrorist creed dogma time clock.
None the less than government formed through doc-
trine of Qu’ran and Sunni stated to
be the divine order of all the land.
al-Baghdadi caliphate is mercen-
ary to the faith of the Middle East.
The rage of hate must be depleted now."
R oused was the first leader and destroyed.
a l-Baghdadi came on board.
G ruesome guerilla killed woman, man, and child for his caliphate.
E quality must be palpability today.
F ear that is caste by ISIS.
O ften is not considered by the people as a terrorist.
R egards are to the governess.
P opulations are nations
E volved to roam.
A spirations are not known.
C aliphate has formed.
E quity and identity is commercial paper shown.
Penned February 27, 2015!
This poem is a sonnet that is emphasized via an
acrostic for the desired effect on the stated form.
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
Thought of the once busy café gone dull
Brings me ideas that at once I’ll mull
Not knowing the reason for the escape
I strongly desire to join the landscape
The lonely feeling is what I soon want
Semblance of a café is what does taunt
I enjoy empty seats, I love the peace
Do they make enough cash to pay the lease
How long can this sentimental time last
Will it take me beyond and to the past
Not a soul is coming, I’ll enjoy this
The enlightenment brings me total bliss
I don’t know why this café is empty
I enjoy the calm and real harmony
Contest: CAFE MUSINGS
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
South Africa xenophobic insanity
I have a shame to say I am South African now,
Look how barbaric is our fellow citizen are,
What a damage they have caused to our country’s image,
Image that one man spent 24 years in prison to create it,
They call it democracy, how it came they forget,
Dozens of our freedom fighters spent their life in exile,
What is exile we don’t even asked ourselves,
They spent their lives in outside countries illegally,
Fighting for this freedom,
They were treated with respect,
Treated with dignity,
And received any assistance in their endeavor ,
Endeavor to fight for this called SA,
Assisted by them we now call foreigners,
It takes foreign country for us to deliver the export,
It takes the foreign country for us to receive the import,
It takes the foreign country to boost our economy,
Whoever is a refuge must be treated with respect and dignity,
If you know how it feels like to starve, sleeping in cold, killed, suffrage and etc
For once put yourself in their stand,
They are people regardless of their status, legal or illegal,
Help them and love them the way you can,
If you are a human being in right mind,
Listen to their story how they landed in South Africa, their trip,
We are not sure if this democracy will last forever,
What if we starve in future and forced to become foreigners in their countries,
Or we need their assistance, financially or materially,
What about our businesses in their countries?
I believe anyone who is xenophobic is insane and need urgent mental evaluation.
Love your country and other countries as well,
Love foreigners, help foreigners like you will like to help your neighbor or relative,
I repeat the above lines a million times. Human must feel for human.
Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015
The trees expand right over the water
Bringing awe, perfect brightness to the sound
The free-flowing brook moves swiftly over
Eyes can capture the young feelings abound
I enjoy the emotion that’s around
Loving of nature is proudly encased
Moisture by the emanating fog's sound
Towards a peaceful life that’s interlaced
I will always go cherish this day here
No other time nor place can sure compare
And my heart will always exist right here
Forever I will swim these fields and lairs
Tenderly open your eyes towards me
So when I come near, you can surely see
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
The moon doth appear in that dark horizon
And glistens with a beam of drifting light.
Let thy passions stroll with the companion
Of forlorn hovering clouds in moonlit night.
O Nature, sing not thy lonesome songs again
For I doth find a friend in each of thy cells.
I rejoice in thy touch even in wrecked pain
And my life hath mend its stuttering wheels.
Dazed weariness once mocked my forlorn being
Ere it came unto thy shelter, Mother Nature!
Whilst my morale dips in bosom, come and sing
A song of Love that warmeth every creature.
Nature hath a bliss that drenches our dry mind,
Pouring tender showers amidst the roughest wind.
(This is the first time I have tried to write a Sonnet, so, please pardon my shortcomings)
Copyright © Osman Gani | Year Posted 2011
As if the words beg to float from my throat,
But only spill with the ink of my pen;
Only with nature's embrace and sweet coat
Do I feel truth form in words and begin.
Solitary confinement- I'll find peace;
Only within, I can feel the soft hum . .
With each stroke, and spill, a gentle release
To nature's sweet music, pluck, and soft strum.
Nature shall comfort, wherever I go;
No matter the warm breeze, or the cold bite. .
Caressed by nature, rocking to and fro'
While I admire each beautiful sight.
So now that no one's here to inspire love,
I'll find it around, within, and above.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012