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To My Guardian Poet II

There is not a poem that you fail to read
Or time that I’m away you don’t ask, “Why”?
There is not a time when you don’t plant a seed
Of joy into my heart when tears I cry

You’ve helped me to believe in what I give
Seen beauty in the silly lines I rhyme
You’ve helped me want a better life to live
And shown me Godly love time after time

You will not leave my writes without a thought
Oh what things need to change for smoother flow
A friendship true like yours cannot be bought
You’ve helped my heart to breathe, expand, and grow

A Guardian poet you have been to me
Accept my thanks and loyal constancy

Jade (Eileen to you, Richard Lamoureux)

This is my second poem by this title. Richard Lamoureux has been a constant friend, mentor, and guide. I so appreciate his integrity, honesty, and spirituality. He's encouraged me over the years I've been here.....to keep writing, to enter contests...and to believe in my self-worth, a precious gift. When I'm gone...he'll visit my older writes and leave a note. :) I've gained so much by reading his book- Dummy: Hurtful and Healing words which is so full of precious insights on the power of words to heal or destroy. Well I know this power. Well have I suffered because of it. 

People come and go...It's good to know some are there for the long haul. Some are there simply because they care...nothing more...nothing less. Thanks, Richard.


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Sonnet to a Fine Poetess

I know a very fine poet, a dear colleague, who’s so exquisitely talented and bright,
And has a superb facility with words and themes making all fit perfect and right;
She has an unrivaled mastery of the poetic art and writes with the best approach,  
And has an unparalleled ability to write the finest verse beyond any reproach. 

This poet’s sense of depth, empathy, and poetic variety is quite splendid to behold,
And she brings such compassion and power to her work worth its weight in gold;
With well-conceived themes and images she invites readers to her special dimension,
While enchanting them magically with sublime verses and holding their attention.

This poet communes with Our Poetry Muse, seeking her scope and enchanted vision,
And shares amply all with her readers with enraptured intent and a perfect precision.
Our friend’s poetry reflects always the human dynamic with such power and grace, 
And she finds the right tone, tenor, pitch and rhyme—putting them in proper place.
 
I must say I’m very proud of our colleague’s work and appreciate so her fine poetry,
And I’m so glad she’s with us and gives us such beauty and elegance in her poetry!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(November 9, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet in a Rhyme poetic format) 

*****Written for the “It’s All About Me Contest,” December 4, 2014*****


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My Angel in Disguise

She saw my pain and gifted me a crown
She named me Queen when I felt like a clown
She sent her gift cross the many miles
And wreathed my teary face in rainbow smiles

She knew what words and rhymes all mean to me
And so she gifted joy to poetry
A chance to add an image to my rhyme
And write of life and what makes it sublime

She left this place for she could not abide
Discrimination’s sneer, it touched her pride
And though I miss her here I still can trace
Her loving heartbeat in another place

An angel in disguise she is to me
She let me bask in light of poetry

Eileen Manassian

F J (Flo) Thompson is a woman I admire with my whole heart. Some of you may know the story of how she named me Queen and wrote a poem about my kingdom here on the Soup. Knowing the sensitivity of my heart, she sent me a tiara and hair decorations in the mail all the way here to Lebanon to lift my spirits.  She gifted me my first Premium Membership and now….a year later, she gifted me the second one. I discovered that she anonymously gifted others Premium Memberships as well.  Friends like this are so rare to find. I’m overwhelmed as I write. I love being able to add photos to my poems and being able to blog. People don’t know what joy I find in writing. FJ knows. She’s my angel in disguise. I’m forever grateful. Though she is no longer here, she and I are still in touch. I will not lose the joy of her words or smile. 


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Adorable QuiQui

Adorable QuiQui
A green-feathered, yellow head beauty, that’s my prized pet parakeet, QuiQui. Even when she’s often crabby and snappy, she succeeds in making me extremely happy.
QuiQui loves dipping and diving into her bird bath, and hanging from a perch in her cage, like an expert acrobat. She also enjoys shaking water from her wet wings, gazing impishly into her toy mirror wildly shrieking.
Relishing her seeds and red strawberry millet treats, nonchalantly she ignores my sweet endearments and tweets. But she shows off her long, elegant, tapered blue tail, Sitting silently and contentedly unloading quite a poop trail.
And even though QuiQui never utters a single word, I know she secretly loves me too, my little prima donna bird.
11-11-2014


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DEAR ANDREA DIETRICH



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                                  Hi..  Dear Andrea..!!

                               I too suffer from Insomnia
                   
                          For ur poems are read by me n Riya

                            They remove many a phobia

                      Inspire us to verse at night with trivia

                          It is possible your inspiration via

                              Ur tone tinkles in Arabia

                             It will affect the millennia

                             Ur contests are a mania

                       Poets partake even from Russia

                     They're a diet rich cookies Britannia

                        Trust me dear Dietrich Andrea

                       This is the tribute from Asia

                    Of course it's me-the taste of India..!!


                                       ***



                      *Riya=my imaginary friend
                       *They=poems


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Harmony Through Love

We haven’t been formally acquainted 
Though your words now travel in me
A picture of harmony you’ve painted
Love truest, in the very highest degree

Trouble in the midst, but don’t stress
Look into the windows of the soul
Therein you’ll find your happiness
Where two parts become a whole

Partake of this newfound pleasure
Two rivers now flowing into one
The joy contained has no measure
Warmth radiating like rays of sun

On this road of destiny or now call it fate
To encounter true love, it’s never too late



Based on In Deepened Harmony by Nette Onclaud

I do not know you, but your friends desire you back. You must truly be a light and inspiration to them.


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Angel of Paradise- Artist Andrea Bocelli

Oh, angel, how you flutter 'bout my heart
The joy of love and living you impart
Your voice my soul does carry into flight
Illuminates with incandescent light

Your eyes are blind to wonders of this world
Yet, when you sing, its beauties are unfurled
I live a dream unmarred by pain and strife
Where passion, joy, and love are verdant, rife

You sing my heart into that special place
Where naught resides but beauty touched by grace
Angelic face when lit up by a smile
Invites my heart to dream a little while

Bocelli, angel sweet of paradise 
In blinded eyes, the light of heaven lies

March 30, 2014
Artist Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen


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A SKAT, DESTROYER


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                                      Always this duo

                                     Welcomes the neo

                                  Their purpose is noble

                                To encourage the 'novel'

                                  The words they use

                                     Make one muse
           
                                    Only a sweet bun

                                 Relished by everyone

                                 "Congrats!" they say

                                    Like a  sun ray

                           Poet Destroyer makes us happy

                         Visiting comment box  in snappy..!!

                             Skat A scatters many a ray

                         To illuminate our nights and day..!!

                                               
                                              ***


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The Choices We Make

Walking down the hallway,
Seeing all the doorways,
And all the choices in life,
Making it difficult to choose,
The right room from all the other rooms,
Bringing you the wisdom and truth,
For the imperfection is within us all,
Which makes us all crawl at times,
On our hands and knees in the dark,
To discover what is right and survive,
In life as long as we can accept,
What life brings to us in our hearts,
Which we patiently accept the pleasures,
And push away the sacrifices much in our lives,
Yet, to correct our flaws we have,
Which causes most our struggles,
Till we open our eyes,
And see what we have and must believe,
That our lives are greater than we ever know,
Cause God created it all for us,
But the choices are ours to make,
To find the happiness,
Which is ours to be found and kept.


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Dressage Rider

Dressage Rider

O for the skills to calm a flighty horse.
Compact its trombone limbs with reins and legs.
Exact perfection without noticeable force,
all trouble and delight that beauty begs.

One horse, one rider, indivisible;
sky-born with earth-bound duty to endorse.
Control from legs and seat must be invisible,
obeying smooth transitions on the course.

Struck by awe, crowds watch, as in a trance
a pleasure trip controlled by aids precise.
Such liveliness contained in equine dance,
by what divine device - this Paradise?

Each discipline involved must scarce be seen.
Before our eyes must seem a floating dream.

Suzanne Delaney


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Hidden Beauty

Hidden Beauty



poets write of hidden beauty in places
poets write of hidden beauty in faces
poets write of hidden beauty in flowers
poets will write of them till interest sours

beauty exists where only chosen be
beauty so dark with your heart you must see
beauty of memories and honor’s part
beauty only shared by a kindred heart

soldiers of honor will answer the call
soldiers courage tested as brothers fall
soldiers of strength stand before enemy
soldiers duty ensures freedom to be

honor, courage, strength, duty, not a sin
honor soldiers hidden beauty within



Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
1/19/15


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Sonnet 7: Garbage bin poem

Good people will place me where I serve best
And charge me with a most noble duty
Regardless of the weather I won’t rest
Bearing the task of preserving beauty
And though some may sneer and say I’m smelly
Greater peace of mind breathes where I am seen
Everyone needs me to keep their home clean

But if I should not be found standing there
In the place I was left, alone and bare, 
Not many would notice or even care

Public places are cleaner when I’m there
Offices, beaches, streets, shops and kitchens
Everywhere people live I should be found
My hope is that people want me around.


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Sunken Tears

                                   He stood bravely before me 
                           with a medal of honor in his right hand
                        and a bandage of agony around his left knee
                           It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
                             his crutches lay useless on the ground
                                 I found it hard to understand why,
                                 a soldier in pain didn't even frown
                                      With a voice firm but dry
                                 his words shook me like thunder
                                "You're now the man of this house"
                                 he uttered like a worn-out hunter
                            quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
                                 Drowning my mind through cold ears
                        he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears


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Owls, Silent Magic In Flight

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight


Owls in flight glide so deadly silent
 prey dies so quickly and violent
Claws just as sharp as a razor knife
 nightime is the owl's hooting life!

Resting in tall trees in the hollow
 the night's moon they have to follow
No shrieks as they swoop down on prey
 owl's eating demands business not play!

A beauty shines with feathers and eyes
 smooth flight in dark forested skies
Owls are held to be old and very wise
 to love and admire if one simply tries!

A treasure to love and attempt to protect
Tragic if we fail due to ignorance and neglect!

07/27/2014

Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Kelly Deschler


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GREEN



                                            ***

                        Trees give us rubber besides honey

                      So we need them in millions and many



                     To remove from our lives many an agony

                          Let's plant several trees of ebony



                        Since they bring air even to a cony

                          Thus making all blithe and bonny



                        We rejoice moments of fully funny

                       For green colour cures many a puny



                     Water them in a manner sweet-melony

                        For it's never termed as a felony



                     We've to make homes greenish stunny

                    Plant and pamper them in each balcony



                        Be it rainy or days of very sunny

                  Care for them o my dear sweet sonny..!!



                 .......They are not only our TREE friends,

                 But also the one and only TRUE friends..!!




                   **(Hope all become ecofriendly...)**




For contest  GREEN..03/22/2015





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To The Niece That Never Was

Sweet little girl who snuck upon her mom
without plans already in place to meet,
you’re a tiny hero, a bitter balm
for the wound that left an empty car seat.
A routine visit that ended in tears,
and an operation for the next week.
My sister’s truth was a mother’s worst fear,
never to hold her babe, to stroke her cheek.

After the grim appointment, her eyes glazed
her heart rate jumped high, and her fever raised.
Illness would have stolen her, but for fate.
You had asked a favor at heaven’s gate.
Thank you for saving my sister, sweet one.
I wish though, it didn’t mean your life was done.

11/3/12


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Home to the Ocean

sonnet

While dreaming of my childhood ocean ties, mem'ry's chandelier sheds light, somewhat eclipsed. The essence of the salt still stings my eyes; the rusty taste of iron hangs on my lips. The ocean’s fragrant spray not quite so fair as I recall; it makes me think of death. Many a moon has set since I was there; destiny speaks to me - my own last breath. The ocean’s soft waves bring dulcet mem’ries, my mama’s silk scarf brushing ‘gainst my face. Turbulent storms always left me on my knees under safe precipice back of our place. It is there my dreams rest as I stand by; it’s there I shall be buried when I die.
3 inspired by nette onclaud's poem from 6/12/11, Even After Twilight Loves We miss you, nette, and long for inspirations from your pen as you have time and energy. Meanwhile we read your poetry and pray for whatever keeps you away from us to end.


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In Memoriam

In Memoriam

Black tulips adorn her favourite vase
At this dinner table set up for one.
Her face distorted as if hit by mace
As she displays the medals he had won.

A clowder of black cats wail on the wall,
Emulating Chopin’s funeral march.
His parents just lie there and their eyes bawl
At the cenotaphs under the tall larch.

The thunderclaps join in the gun salute
For treasured sons returned in body sacks.
These are cold facts that one cannot refute 
Unless on haunting stats we turn our backs.

With their memories embossed on a plaque
Those stars and stripes are all now painted black.


Contest: I love rock and roll
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
19.11.2014

Upon hearing of Peter Kassig’s beheading
Paint it Black
The Rolling Stones are touring Sydney


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FURIES

Who shall dare to die or to love among the Furies?
Not carry us by lustiness rather by the purpose, wisdom
Whose radiant rage welcomes you and the ambiguities?
And if that unfair, dropsy with pain, then none creates martyrdom;
To recall part of our age, oh bone! The hide prize
From our own mistake in front of the angers and crimes
Aside what left, for in the bloody world that appear to allegorize
And the hate melt cannot freeze from the above cleomes;
Remember we pass through, seal by a target unseen
From a God to subserve in massive, superlove, with such thing
Longingly upon the unforgiving hills from that delirious tween 
Of the idea, screaming from every angles the abjuring
Horizon in red; and throw into inflammation,
A day end, nothing to reconcile, a caste of passion.



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Honor Befalls Me

A squad of cavalries turns up at first
their flag flutters at every angle
proud and their poor fate stubbornly reversed
the youngest one of them blows the bugle

Next, day strips itself of night, boisterous
the survivors step over the fallen
to the summit, wounded but victorious
the bravest one sags all of a sudden

That happens and will do, when justice is sliced
it was worth it and it will since God pleads
It's a cause for which our lives are sacrificed
as blooded swords are put back into sheaths

Honor befalls me, who made it public
in a lonely sonnet, epic and lyric


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Freedom Regained

Thirteen years ago today
The world stood still
We could not turn away
Our eyes with tears did fill 

For many lost so much that day
Lives of loved ones gone
The things those crimes took away
What happenened was beyond wrong

Targeted for living free
My country paid the price
Hated by foreign countries
Wanting justice must suffice

So years have come
Time has gone by
Rebuilding towers has begun
Free planes can never fly

Restrictions,laws, privacy
Will never be the same
We lost our freedom can't you see
Security is its name

Freedom was lost that day 
Our choices not the same 
We had to all change the way
That we had played the game

Long lines, mistrust, everyone suspect
We shuffle along, like cattle 
It seems we lost respect
Its time we start to battle

I want back what they took from me
My freedom, my right to privacy
I don't want to be microchipped
Accepting all,complacency

This country was built on principles
With pride and revelry
We used to be invincible
Strong for all to see

Its time to stand tall again
Just like the twin towers stood
Trust, believe and defend 
In the power of the good. 




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NOT ENOUGH TIME

~Not Enough Time~ (Sonnet) They say she had everything to live for Did she? Perhaps, if she would had time more But in the end that wasn't just meant to be She was beautiful, like a rose, alone. Her mere presence like a star always shone Yet, like star from heaven one night was gone She fell. Her beauty 'mong mortals was lost Still, she walks this earth with gracefulness most Death! O Death! With his fatal kiss took her 'way Death had his way when for her came that day She seemed had it all, but, time she had not That ,still she had everything to live for Perhaps she did, wonder if just had more Time, but that was something she had more not. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 December,20,2014


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The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.


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''Does life restrain me from thoughts on your mind''

(Dedicated to Fellow Poet and Kindred Friend, Anya Jaenicke, to whom I am indebted for being my "poetic compass" and source of direction)



Does life restrain me from thoughts on your mind;
does it impede my mind's-eye picture of you?
Alas, with my circumscribed point of view 
I know this,--that you're of a gracious kind!
A poet and a mentor, you remind
me of a lost faith in what's pure and true,
ideals once held by me and by the few
that all the innocents have left behind.
So, Anya, I extol you as a brother
with these well-chosen lines from this sonnet;
please esteem them (as you would your Mother)
as if your Muse wholly depends on it.
      A guide and lodestar, you have earned my love
      like the poets whose works come from above.


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''That the brilliance of your majestic ways--''

That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size 
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy He gives to him that stays
from wicked ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give His Word renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted of Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!


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The Poetry of Yeats


His words calm me when I'm restless
bringing beauty to my world.
I get shivers, I must confess 
when his passionate verse is unfurled.

I once threw a penny of brown
to see if love, I might find.
Like a princess with jewelled crown,
my dreams of starry nights shined.

Soft words of romance, he brings to life
with every stroke from his gifted pen.
Of sunlight, moon shadows, peace and strife,
I read his poems time and again.

His words bring smiles and move me to tears.
He inspires me to write of feelings, sincere.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders,  June 20, 2012
Tribute to WB Yeats



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Skunk Line

 (A Blank Verse Sonnet)

Her bell rings out with blast of horn, her wheels
scrape iron, her engines groan, her cars hold back,
caboose hangs on and baggage shifts 'round loop
to loop and up to mountain peak. Her trail

snakes past Alpine and Pudding Creek to wind
thru pasture and deep woods. Her lonesome wail
sounds forth across a land of yesteryear. 
They could have named her Tin Lizzie or Goose

Yet dubbed her Skunk because, as one has said,
Her smell precedes your view. And still today
she claims the name. We gaze at deer who drink

at river's edge and scrape the bark from trees.
We cringe and gasp in tunnels long and dark.
The vintage train gives all, chugs up and up.


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Maestro

The silence you note does not represent 
drought. It is frozen words under his pen.
Witness his Greatness tapping thoughts
surfing the sea, sailing on heights that us mere
mortals imagine unreal.  The ceaseless tapping 
goes on and on.

The tap-tapping goes on into silence
broken by a pause – Saturday calls
Maestro, it is time to play.  Words don’t play;
note the form, a line must be perfect. 
Is this a sonnet?  No no! This is an elegy.
That look.  Stare death in his face,
Damn him and write.  A line must be true

To the form.  Those words won't die.   


(For Wayne Brown, Caribbean poet)


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A Hayride Through Time

Tonight we sit upon these bales of hay
and visit characters who've long been dead.
The research brought them life, allowed a say
in how their history would then be said.

Tonight, you came to hear their story told.
A hayride through the graves, you say, how odd,
but actors popped up here and there, so bold
and brought them back as by an act of God.

So come, and lend your ear to how they fared
upon the earth when younger days were here,
the struggles and the joys they must have shared,
and how they dealt with death and conquered fear.

Perhaps tonight, we catch a glimpse of worth
from tales of those who lie beneath this earth.


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Verses to the protector of man

To be one among the brave To walk and live among the blood Is to be, in your own right, as free as a slave To each stranger's glance, you give a bold nod! Yet, your own heart is sick and lonely You wish for your loved one's company Even if your eyes try to remain empty As your mission remains your sole duty! With an empty soul, you use your gun While forgetting God, your enemy you stun Such was your chosen call The one known as Fate decided it all! Ode to you brave soldier, in my own way Be strong and may Mother Courage lead you on her alley!
28th June 2012