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Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Rises

Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.

I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.

©2013 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T.

Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Copyright © Jesse James Forster

Details | Pastoral | |

The Sun In My Face

I awoke this morning to the sun in my face ,
   Quickly I sat  up for I knew it was late .
My sleep  has been so good since we came together,
    The rest I get the peace I feel will be with me forever.
Can't remember when I have felt so good ,
    Finding you has changed my life , I knew it would .
This is not something I would ever take for granted ,
    Because I know the seeds of love have been planted .
It will grow and blossum into something so grand ,
    Always glowing brightly no matter where I stand .
Not a worry or care do I feel on this day ,
    Only joy and happiness will come our way.
I can say this from the bottom of my heart , 
    Never will I feel alone when it's cold and dark .
To be awakened by the sun in my face ,
   To be honest with you , it matters not if I am late .


Details | Personification | |


The moon acquainted the sun
after every dusk
The moon lived in the void
of the sun’s slumber
Only to die every morning
and leave the sun
 forever shining
without it

The sun is lonely 
who howls to the moon
The shadow of rain drops
clouding it’s light
as solitude devourers it
Leaving it to freeze

The hope for clear skies
was all that ignited
the fire blazing for love
in a world where it thought
it’d find none

The sun loosens the lasso
that cradled the moon
letting it depart
towards the horizon
It never knew

The sun met a mountain
that sparked a song
within her diamond chest
That set fire to the phoenix
whose wings vibrantly burst free
in a vortex of fiery color

The beat of a song
that danced gracefully
with every tune 
the wind sang
that warmed the furnace
of the empty heart
that sheltered the sun

The light gazes lazily through her window
cascading over everything precious
that the sun’s touch finds
A comfort to her soul
that only a mountain
could adventure in search for

He gently guided her 
down to the gorgeous earth
to present to her
a blossoming field of 
midnight flowers 
blooming into luminescent stars
which helped guide her
through the oceans of night

The terrors subsided
into the oblivion of light
dissipating into the past
of fallen summer leaves

The sun sat atop the roof
of her own sunrise
whistling a joyous melody
to the passing winds
of a new dawn

Copyright © Kay Ham

Details | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Tanka | |

Magical Sun

Magical Sun

Shadows cast by Sun

Stretch out long in morning glow

From the grand giraffe

To the smallest lowly ant

Sun embraces, kisses all.

Sandra M. Haight

Contest: Even The Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows
Sponsor: Scott Thirtyseven

Copyright © Sandra Haight

Details | Ballad | |

The Cyber Nymph

The Cyber Nymph
Loch David Crane
August 18, 1997

Lie back--expose your belly ring		
up unto the sky. . .
I just hope when I get down close
it won't put out my eye!

That summer I was 48 
and she pert 25;
I left Prozac in the cupboard 
and Reality went Live.

I shoulda taken time to stop
and used the vorpal rubber
But 48 he couldn't wait 
to find another lover.

So while the Sun was merciless
to sand and skin and sea
"If she swells I'm sure she'll tell,
returning then to me."

I must admit I got her drunk--
I used her just for sex:
Blue and blond with freckles,
suntanned buns and pecs.

But she revealed computer skills
That took away my breath.
Her dancing cyber fingers sang;
I soon saw who was best.

Ol' 48 could bare compute
"Not very fast" she said;
"I've practiced years not to be fast"
gasped I, collapsed in bed.

Then the Sun warmed up the honey--
it dripped twice more in a row.
Ulysses' "rosy-fingered dawn"
beheld her frown, dress, and go.

That freshly-flossed feeling
reverberates my spine
A smile wells up from deep inside
and stays there all the time.

At play I watched this cyber nymph
on Netscape and E-mail;
Her eyes flashed, fingers flying,
shaking golden ponytail.

"You're kinda slow," she grumbled,
terrifying 48;
"But I like that in a man," she grinned,
making me feel great.

My old 12 color monitor
was not enough for her;
More movies, GIFs, and videos
flew by me in a blur.

But 48 he had a trick:
while she stared at the screen
I spoke in her ear, nibbled her neck,
and adored her like a Queen.

I kissed and bit and licked and squirmed
'til wrists and spine went quiet--
The way a mouse's legs go still
when python's on his diet.

And then the honey dripped once more,
the Sun was past its rise.
I felt its rosy hug and knew
that love was in my eyes.

I asked her for her address,	
she wrote with @ in code;
I said "I'm too old fashioned"
and asked for her telephone.

So when you dream, sweet 25,
tall cyber nymph of mine,
remember please old 48
who isn't past his prime.

And as the honey of the Sun
drips down into the sea
I'll recall my Cyber Nymph
and she will undelete me.

Copyright © Loch David Crane

Details | Free verse | |

At Sunset

How often in my life have I witnessed 
the vibrant colors of a sunset
and been moved to tears for
having to release that purifying moment
to the enigmas of darkness.

Only to retreat, ponder and sigh.
Will not tomorrow's dawn awaken
from that same 
obscure mystery?

I will dream and await the dawn!

                         At Sunset

**For my Mother who loved all

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn

Details | Free verse | |

My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013

The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter

Details | Etheree | |

The Blazing Sun

And Me
Love’s symphony
Blissful ecstasy 
A never ending song
That both of us sing along
Life’s battle are gallantly won
We merge our entities into one
A fusion outshining the blazing sun.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

PS...In an Etheree, each line is built around a syllable count starting from one syllable in line one, going to ten syllables in line ten. It has no meter and no rhyme, but I'm a rebel at heart..sue me! ;)

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

Details | I do not know? | |

The Way

Its the way the breeze whispers

across my skin

and the sun caresses


in his warmth


its the way you love me

even when you’re not here

Copyright © rachel blake

Details | Ballade | |

The Midnight Cry

As the sun smiled and fadeth behind the clouds
The yawning earth uncloak her beauty to the moon
Halfway through the night, a clock strikes ‘12’ too soon

Virgins carried a lamp and a vessel of oil
Eagerly waiting for the groom’s appearance
Abounding in devotion, patience and perseverance

Virgins grew weary and fell asleep, at midnight a cry was made
“Behold the Bridegroom cometh”
Here He comes and there the band of virgins goeth

Virgins begin to trim their lamp
But five neglected to watch and to pray
They never anticipated so long a delay

“Oh no! Our wasting lamps is dying out by day
Please give us of thy oil!
Please spare us a little of thy toil!”

“No! We have no oil to spare
Lest our lamps burn with dim flame
The groom is come already, lest He vent blame”

The unwise virgins were shut outside the banquet hall
They were left anguishing in gross darkness
In a night of eternal and unredeemed blackness

Both parties were taken unaware
But one was prepared for emergency
As their lamps continually glow with fervency

We are come to the last time
Let your lamps burn and not quenched
And be not a passive warmer on thy church-bench

The Poet Preacher © 2013
Command the Israelites to bring pure, pressed olive oil to you for the lamp, to keep a light burning constantly.-Leviticus 24:2

Copyright © Gideon Foli

Details | Lyric | |


When you come home late
i open up the door
warm your food
take off your clothes
i carry you to bed.
Wake you early in the morning
run you a hot bath
Choose and iron your clothes
Make your coffee
pack an apple and snack
make sure my man will be fresh and looking fine.
      Five years and counting,
      simple words like thank you,no more
      the doting look you used to give me,no more
      flowers and candy,no more
      you are beautiful,no more
      phone calls,diner,family vacations, no more
      am proud to be your man,no more
      i love you,no more
      thank you for loving me,no more
      the kissing,the hugging,the sex,i ain't getting none no more. 

When you said you wanted me home full time
i dropped my career to take care of the kids.
Though i love a little flesh on me
i trim every time you say am getting thick.
Baby every time you say it ain't enough
i always make it up to you
when you say jump
i never question why
i just fly all the way.
            (repeat Vs 2)
I keep my body tight
decorate the house as you like
make sure the food is divine
remind the kids what great a man you are
Oh!i even pretend that i am alright.

Baby each minute of everyday without hesitation
i do
will do whatever it takes to make you proud
i sacrifice
let you trample all over me so you shine.
      Five years and counting,
      simple words like thank you,no more
      the doting look you used to give me,no more
      flowers and candy,no more
      you are beautiful,no more
      phone calls,diner,family vacations, no more
      am proud to be your man,no more
      i love you,no more
      thank you for loving me,no more
      the kissing,the hugging,the sex,i ain't getting none no 

Day nor night do you appreciate me anymore.
You don't see me no more.

Baby i wanna know
why,when and how did i stop being your woman
your best friend and sweetness in life.
why,when and how
did i stop being your wife?
because baby its been
      Five years and counting,
      simple words like thank you,no more
      the doting look you used to give me,no more
      flowers and candy,no more
      you are beautiful,no more
      phone calls,diner,family vacations, no more
      am proud to be your man,no more
      i love you,no more
      thank you for loving me,no more
      the kissing,the hugging,the sex,i ain't getting none no 


Details | Light Poetry | |


Sun is  in sex with the young flowers,

Waiting at the door,Bees,

To collect the sperm!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen

Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye Sun

Dedicated to the Officers and crew of
USS Columbia (SSN 771)

Goodbye Sun

We are welcomed by men in 
immaculate whites
Through a hatch
we descend a steep ladder
into "The Last Slider"

From a narrow corridor we enter
into the brain and nerves
of this vessel- 
To my untrained eye the confusion
of cables overhead is bewildering
This black ship of stealth
tracks the world outside,
silently invisible itself

Rows of monitors, sonar devices
high powered periscopes
all with a myriad of buttons to push-
A marvel of technology -
yet men are the heart and soul
of this great ship

They are Submariners

They say goodbye to the sun
for months on end
Week after harrowing week they spend
day after day on grinding drills
where the only thrill is their daily meals
Systematic, methodical
They are human- in a ship of war
but a ship that exists for freedom

The Officers guide us through each section
The ship at rest has released them
from an endless commitment but
with a practiced eye
they are still attuned to every detail

Commanders almost prescient
so in step with every procedure
they can sense malfunction in their sleep
I notice the commitment to excellence
I note the pride behind the
preparations for our inspection
Blue curtains with the ships insignia
are drawn on bunk beds
Shiny copper engine parts, clean bright paint
reflects the values of those who
keep their vessel, ship-shape

Now I stand in the nose where the
weapons rest
The metal tubes look benign
for all the power they contain
Ironically in rows, directly above,
the crew's bunks are located-
in tiers of three -even sleep
 is regimented
Photos of family are the only
human touch in
this dark, black, whale 
of a vessel

The sense of duty for each individual
seems overwhelming
There is a spirit of complete trust
between them
This is a world for honorable men

"Victory is Silence"
I try to imagine daily living
the self-containment
the steely discipline
the choosing to go forward in the face of
Precision and man - morphing
The pact between Submariners is
They move as one.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney

Details | Acrostic | |


As the sun shines so brightly 
    I am always playing cheerfully 

Makes me realize that I have grown into 
    An energetic personality I can call my own; 

Excited about being close to Mommy & Daddy 
    They're so special! 
        Playing with my sister 
            And even looking for a seashell. 

Listening to my heart and soul 
    When expressing my feelings in art 
         Or whatever I like to do; 

I live in a world of happiness and joy, 
    Of confidence & determination 
        That special glow; 

Always surrounded by the love 
    That I have come to know. 

Copyright © Valerie Ann Thomas

Details | Dodoitsu | |

Double Red Sun Dodoitsu- NOT FOR CONTEST

Red Sun

Option 1

He exudes pulsating heat
Red Sun comes into glory
He pales when compared to you
YOUR flare makes me melt

Option 2

With veiled eyes I look at him
I lie back in surrender
Fiery hands under skin
Love making at best

Eileen Manassian Ghali

I was just wondering if you would be nice enough to say which of these two you prefer. You can also check the one I wrote for the contest. These are my first at this form and well.....It's always good to try! :)

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

Details | Light Poetry | |


Sun Bank is lending light loans,

To it's Moon borrower,

Moon is not repaying,

Sun is not demanding,


Issuing fresh loans in grace!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen

Details | Sonnet | |

Sun Rose Merely To Reflect Her Glow

Sun Rose Merely To Reflect Her Glow

As her hair flew about, so did my heart,
unknown to me but a vision then loved.
So very strange, way our time got its start,
how she later became my beloved.

Glittering sparkles in her bright blue eyes,
as sun rose merely to reflect her glow
She that merely touched to fill my skies
always smiling as if time she could slow.

Her memory, shall I ever forget,
grace in her walking, sweetness in her voice
I first spoke to her on a friendly bet
now she would be my only loving choice.

Such glowing warmth in her big, bright blue eyes
Her being gone, left me asking the whys?

R.J. Lindley
May 25th 1974

Poem Syllable Counter Results

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:	111

Copyright © Robert Lindley