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To Touch a God

The earth is heaving its last sigh. Birds twitter in the growing chill. I wait for wind to sweep the sky. Like Icarus, though I may fail, from this green summit, I now spill myself onto blue heaven’s trail. . . I am flying higher than high! Wings carry me to that gold sphere I wish to touch before I die. Beneath - beasts cower in the grass. Soon everything will disappear and earth become like smooth cold glass. The earth is heaving its last sigh; I am flying higher than high. A Cornish Sonnet

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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If Love Does Not Live (Sonnet for Celene Crescent)

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

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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

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Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:   N/A  
Total # Words:  103

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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A Penny For Your Thoughts

 Contest entry: 
 Forms: Sonnet (a,b,a,b) (c,d,c,d) (e,f,e,f) (g,g) 
 Three stanzas and a couplet(a summary) ..
 Ten syllables per line

 You may search and find a saying to inspire you please 
 include the quote on your work..
 Please use_ A Penny For Your Thoughts as your title..

A Penny For Your Thoughts

 Father said, son listen to that church bell
 Life just may beat you into submission
 Or drag you deep into a living hell
 To avoid that seek truth as your mission

 Sound of truth rings so very loud and clear
 Let goodness be your greatest living guide
 On that path the Light casts away all fear
 Your love and deeds you will not have to hide

 Son asks, dad how can I always be sure
 Will there not be days of terrible doubt
 My son, live your life seeking to be pure
 Then his love you will never be without

 Tis' the courage to continue that counts
 In this race , best we use our finest mounts

 Robert J. Lindley, 03-14-2015
 Poem contest entry...
 Results shown:

 Poem Syllable Counter Results 
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 Total # Syllables: 140 Total 
 # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) 
 Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 
 N/A Total # Words: 115

 Nationality: English
 Type: Statesman
 Born: November 30, 1874 
 Died: January 24, 1965 

 "Success is not final, failure is 
 not fatal: it is the courage to 
 continue that counts."

 Winston Churchill

 My quote chosen comes from the famous and brilliant
 quote from the epically great Sir Winston Churchill.
 I had to slightly rephrase the quote to meet the ten syllable 
 requirement of the sonnet form used.
Strikes me that the deepest thought we can ever have is this....
Where do we go after this life ends and how do we find that path?
My poem gives the answer that so many reject...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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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 | Year Posted 2014

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We are stuff as dreams are made on

A bird in hand is worth two in the woods
Teaches us to take care not to be greedy
In the air, quite very easy to build castles
The water and the image are not a reality.

The image of sky and pool, even the wood
This material world is, philosophically, illusion.
We know the way to create imaginary world
We humans can not dispense with illusion.

Now slowly taking the hands apart or aside
The water, the image will disappear soon
It was just an illusion in one’s mind created
We live immersed in dreams and illusion.

“We are stuff as dreams are made on and
Our little life is, with a sleep, surrounded”*

Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest : Pick a line any line      
6th place win

This sonnet was written earlier by me (The Universe is Maya "Illusion") but
I revised and changed the title of the poem)

 *A quote from William Shakespeare

* Maya means illusion in Indian languages.


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2013

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Final Act and Epilogue

Here we bow down to the Lord of the flies,
making way for elegant hissing gowns,
bejeweled in glittering serpentine eyes,
balancing the luster of crooked crowns.

Alas! We have lost our morality,
so blindly do we serve this filthy swine;
this vile beast bathes in our depravity,
turning our wretched sins back into wine.

At this drunk-fest, the swine ruefully grins,
watching us bow down to our own demise.
Why sit back and watch as the evil wins,
darkness can be vanquished, please realize!

United, we can make our final stand,
and banish this beast from our rightful land.

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2010

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A Poetic Composition A Poet's Worth

I hear lonely words call, I'm a poet.
I've kept them hidden as a souvenir.
Color painted pictures without regret,
And write with meanings not always clear.
Deep within harmonic strings play a tune,
And vibrate cluttered walls to passion's heart.
Shaking shadowed spirits to last commune,
And clutching imagined words that now impart.
Oh, That this beautiful connection stay,
And fill the world with my purest thought.
To allow words of wonder to convey,
Truth from a poet's spirit always sought.

Dare a poet share his sanctuary.
If his purest words are imaginary.


Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

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

Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock | Year Posted 2006

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No Principle Stands Alone

No Principle Stands Alone

Stand tall with blade worn openly for all to see
give kindness when its richly due
The true worth is not in the height of a tree
rather it is in the fruits it bears that we use.

Never yield to complacency or fear of condemnation
instead act in a way that shows honor rightly obeyed
Seek not false and ever so hollow admiration
rather pursue a righteous foundation firmly laid.

Do that and hope will hold you to a true course
despite the stony path you must then tread
Fear not the troubles the fools heartily endorse
Life will reward your honor greatly instead. 

Two things a man should never dare to lose.
Precious Hope and the Courage to fight to choose!

Robert J. Lindley, 05-16-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

   For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on wheel
Free verse range’s for marksmen trained on rondolet*
Dipodic foot pantun villanelle dactyl

Cut their teeth on the slippery run-on-line
Roll their anaepest tongue round limerick rhyme
Do not a ballad begin with aubade fine
Nor drive straight past end-stopped line’s feminine rhyme

Such as painters’ coprophilia canvasses
Hide chance ironic hidden ghostly faces
Cubist abstract surrealist morasses
Whose apprenticeships lead to trumping aces

Far too many poets love the sound of words
Yet shirk bardic tasks speeding on twisted roads

     * Nunez: Sorry, no tilde over the “n” on my Mac. 	
•	rondolet: French pronunciation rhymes with “way”.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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I Was An Artist

I Was An Artist

I was an artist before this world was old
painting in colors, splashing and bold
Scenes from Nature, God's painted scenes
inspiration seized by any artistic means.

Green meadows blowing in the wind
stars shining, in Heavens with no end
A dreamer painting in the deep blue sky
a seeker, never wondering exactly why.

I'll be an artist, when this world is no more
a drifter splashing colors , shore to shore!
Moving from magical realm to realm
in a flying chariot, unicorns at the helm.

I was an artist before this sad world was old.
A good and noble act or so I have been told.

R.J. Lindley
July 17th, 1979

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Untitled Sonnet

Untitled Sonnet

I sat lost in deep thought to write today,
memories flooding an old poet's mind.
So little time, so important words to say
hoping to be hopeful, helpful and kind!

My muse, she went sailing around the world,
often for me that is a pure delight.
In my tired old mind words are now swirled,
yet my inner spirit longs to fight.

Do I write of past loves and desperate lies,
heartache eating away cold hard stone?
Or perhaps better, of brightest sunny skies,
that warm this surging heart to the bone!

Ah, too many words invade this weary mind.
Off to sleep and write in dreams I often rewind.

Robert J. Lindley, written in 91'

Note today , an untitled sonnet written back in '91..
perhaps placed aside for later editing, however
the older me now boldly says it is ok as is.. 
citing author's privilege.. Also thinking title 
should reflect past and present case..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Beauty always lies, 
where fixed are our eyes.
It is with the world outside.
It is with our thoughts inside.
For the hungry, it's in bread.
Great thinkers see it in head.

For the lonely, it's in someone's company.
All the wealthy feel it in money.
Blooming lovers weigh their beauties in lovely cards and flowers.
And every Child all the day, 
sees beauty only in his play.
How wonderfully GOD has created beauty!

Some treasure it as possession,
Others take it as obsession.

Copyright © William Fernandes | Year Posted 2012

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Shall I Remember Father's Longing Soul

Shall I Remember Father's Longing Soul

I'm tired of living in this ancient dark hell,
With evil, sins and smells of eating hate.
Shall I journey to much better wastelands afar
An escape before death proves me too late?

I'll race into the forests of pain and gloom,
Seeker of Life's longings and great treasures.
No fear of the unknown hand and waiting doom,
An adventurer chasing deep love and pleasures!

Or take the next fork to lands far and unknown,
A risk worthy of all my hot, flowing blood.
Each path another clue my mind blessedly shown.
Into my searching heart each a river in flood.

This valley holds deep my father's longing soul.
This farm won, he paid in sweet blood its high toll!

R.J. Lindley
May 20th 1983

Note-  Old sonnet, written age 29...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Let Fate Render A Verdict So Fair

Let Fate Render A Verdict So Fair

Let God judge such past wicked ways
 cast stale food from dirty trays
So much molded bread happily ate
 a leper in a rich famishing fate

Let this Soul eat out of its heart
 pray love and spirit never part
To many deeds born of living hell
 some so bad one shall never tell

Let this Life venture a fine course
 consider deep regrets and source
To little care embraced in youth
 memories steeped in wishful truth

Let Fate render a verdict so fair
Pray love gifts a verdict to share

Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Calm Sea Tumbling With Contentment

Calm Sea Tumbling With Contentment

 Beyond the time of bitter complaining
 into fearful fogs of future regret
 Dreaming about shorter days remaining
 and ever greater loving not known yet

 Crossing the higher land of wonderment
 could one so desperately in love find
 The comforting of dearest soul's placement
 or the ease of gentle romantic mind

 Yet deeper in that sweeter enchantment
 what could ever be greater than true love
 Sea tumbling with fantastic contentment
 heavenly blessing sent from far above

 With no resentment, love warms up the heart
 In our calm sea, surely we shall not part

Robert J. Lindley, 10-13-2015

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:	92

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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If Memories Are Sifted When One Refines

If Memories Are Sifted When One Refines

Whenever you feel life is all vanity and doom
consider the deepest depths of true love.
Stop and consider, glorious flowers in bloom
matching epic beauty of the skies above.

For life shall always have troubles and woes
complete with sad miseries and dark days.
Remember, those great blessings life bestows
and treasures delivered in so many ways.

As years flow by and joy often comes around
be thankful for goodness that so shines.
A silver lining can almost always be found
if memories are sifted when one refines.

Darkness forever yields to greatness of light
Truth eternally supports what is always right.

Robert J. Lindley, 01-01-2015
Note: Sonnet, mixed syllable count.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Theater of the absurd

All of us are born ignorant and some
Of us remain that way I'm sad to say.
The knowledgeable flourish and become
The shepherds, the dumb just piddle away
Their lives like sheep in a grassy pasture.
The ignorance in our society
Exists through our own design I am sure
To guarantee an apt propriety.
Without the sheep there can be no shepherds.
Therefore a symbiotic relation
Plays in the theater of the absurd.
There is no suitable explanation 
Don't even attempt to state a notion.
Our roles are predetermined one by one.

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009

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The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

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

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

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

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

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

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

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism

Written 09172012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012

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

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

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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Sonnet written in Optimist Park-w

I met a pessimist walker in Optimist Park,
She walked with a walker and a co-walker
Swaying on either side, not in her mark.
Crippled, stressed, depressed, a fatuous talker.
Troubled by blood sucking winged insects.
‘mosi-ki-toss’ many, many, ‘mosi-ki-toss’
Shouted she in her Serbian accents,
Waving her palm to drive away foes & woes.

Immigrants of different nations & cultures,
Come in search of shades of optimism,
Culminating in the Old Testament adage,
‘HE hath made all things good in their times’
Indulging in the mirage of meliorism,
Things are bad but can be of better advantage.

Eighth Place win in

Contest: First poem on the soup by P.D>

I wrote this sonnet visiting Optimist Park in Windsor-Ont-Canada. It is " thoughts recollected in tranquility" 

The poem was posted on 16-6-2005.

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2005

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The Death of Socrates

    The Death Of Socrates
What reasoning has brought you to this place
where death destroys your gift of sanctity?
Before the fall of night, and in disgrace
yes, all those hating you, shall make it be;

they'll label you confused right to your end
corrupter of all teachers of the truth
convincing all the world, you have no friend,
and die for untold sins against our youth.

Your good and bad has brought you to despair;
all indecisiveness in what you think,
the crown upon your head, where once was hair
outshines the goblet from which you now drink.

     How can you bear the hemlock in such style,
      almost as if the world can see you smile?    
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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On Conspiracy Theories

Does technology give society
Unlimited sources of expertise
As though possessing advanced degrees
Or does it feed irrationality
Confirming only what we wish to see
And accepting the wildest hypotheses
While ignoring the facts that will displease
Our unquestioned conceits of certainty?
Complex explanations are suspicious
To filter the truth from the baloney
Unneeded entities are best cut out
Simpler answers are more auspicious
They call it the law of parsimony
Occam's Razor is what it's all about

* "The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is most likely to be correct."

May 1, 2014

Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2014

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Life's Sonnet

Life's Sonnet Sometimes the road gets weary Sometimes the road seems long. Sometimes the steps are righteous. Sometimes, I’m sure, they’re wrong. Sometimes my steps are hastened By actions meant to slow. Other times they seem to be Aimed higher….. From below. So, every time I take a step Toward destiny or fate, I try my best to guarantee It’s love I seek, not hate. This is not meant to be a creed It comes from some inherent need.

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2014

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'God's Good Earth': a condensed sonnet

The fierce, graceful tiger
(a fearsome, wild beast)
is not meant as dinner
for someone's lavish feast.
The giant, harmless whale
(a great, ocean mammal)
won't survive or prevail
against ruthless people.
All Earth's feral creatures,
of land, the sky, and sea,
are here as our teachers
and life's diversity.
   Save man's endangered worth
   and restore God's good Earth.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013

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A Look Into Forever

A Look Into Forever I look upon the face of one Whose beauty defies aging And feel the anxious moment Like a wild beast before caging. The things I feel about The one who stands before me Will last a thousand lifetimes – As long as she adores me. And who can count the moments Or add one single day To a lifetime spent in praising The One who leads the way. This bond we cannot sever Unless we gaze into forever. Written by John Posey

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2014

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What motivation drives her infant feet
to push back at the ground she knows so well?
What causes her to suddenly rebel
and with the savage walking world compete?
To pull herself upright on virgin legs - 
were years of crawling all too much to bear?
Or was she quite abruptly made aware
that dirty floors are but for she who begs?

How quickly in adulthood we profess
our hatred of the view from there below,
but from the crawl we learn to live with grace:
In knowing well its grave submissiveness,
in wanting to allow ourselves to grow,
we teach our legs to stand firm in their place.

Copyright © Tracy Decker | Year Posted 2006

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The End (atypical English sonnet with abba rhyme scheme)

For months our sun has hovered overhead
To crack the barren earth across its land.
The streams run dry, no summer buds expand,
No desert death has ever been so dead.

No haven safe as place where souls can run
Since truth, in brutal slumber, woke and found
A final fury tightly wound around
Each ember edifice of dying sun.

Malignant flaws turn light on human fears
and consequential truth replaces lies
as man forms memories with last goodbyes
remorseful eyes pour out torrential tears.

The final surge of heat falls harsh upon
The raw reflection of an amber dawn.

Copyright © tom mcmurray | Year Posted 2010

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A lowly blossom, striving to sustain 
her beauty in the early morning mist, 
the crocus, craving moisture to maintain 
her stoic fight 'gainst winter's iron fist. 
A lowly mollusc slithers 'neath his shell, 
he slowly weaves, and leaves a silver trail, 
antennae primed and ready for the knell, 
when sparrows poke and peck his coat of mail. 
Creatures and plants in the midst of the fray, 
searching for sustenance, dying of thirst, 
staving off hunger, say, is there a way 
to count ourselves blessed, not feeble and cursed? 
   Predator, prey, both the fittest, the weakest; 
   who will prevail? I would bet on the shrewdest! 

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2013