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In The Light

~In The Light~ (Villanelle ) There was something not right this dark night It came creeping slowly by Passing through before it was light It filled the forest with a glow bright She grew so frightened she did cry There was something not right this dark night And as she ran all the while in fright She quickly gazed at the dark sky high Passing through before it was light In the dark she closed her eyes tight Praying in her mind to God she didn't die There was something not right this dark night Of sudden she stopped as she saw an sprite Star like did gleam in those very tiny eyes Passing swiftly before it was light Now she had something about she could write As more sprites fairies flew 'round oh my! There was something not right this dark night Passing through before it was light. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.26.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Fluttering Leaves

Fluttering Leaves   






Listen to the wind fluttering the leaves 
and tickling the canopy for a lark,
laughter applauding every playful breeze.		

Lyrical notes that instinctively please
as patches of light play tag with the dark,
listen to the wind fluttering the leaves. 

Sunbeams flicker through the branches of trees 
alighting briefly upon gilded bark,
laughter applauding every playful breeze.

Sending weeping willows swaying with ease
to the delight of children in the park,
listen to the wind fluttering the leaves. 

The venerable old oak groans and heaves
standing there all alone noble and stark, 
laughter applauding every playful breeze.

Fairies do exist if one but believes,
their elfin magic giving spring its spark.
Listen to the wind fluttering the leaves, 
laughter applauding every playful breeze.




(A villanelle poem)

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Wait

"Wait"


“Wait”
 
Why do I wait?
 I’m so breakable, and fragile
 But it’s ok to cry
 
I wish they would stay
 They let me go
 Why do I wait?
 
I’m not pretty, I say
 Maybe that’s why they go away
 But it’s ok to cry
 
What can I do, what can I say?
 I want to be held
 Why do I wait?
 
When I think they love me, they break me
 Alone everyday
 But it’s ok to cry
 
Maybe I should run away
 Always alone
 Why do I wait?
 But it’s ok to cry
 

Copyright © Courtney Vinch | Year Posted 2014

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Dreaming Of Spring

Dreaming Of Spring

Myth is the breath of memory
Fables of spring's awakening
Things are watching we cannot see

Here in the garden’s  treasury
The magic of spring is hastening
Myth is the breath of memory

Colors  to spark a rainbow’s envy 
Every meadow and glade adorning
Things are watching we cannot see

Flowers  dancing in reverie
Bluebirds and butterflies on the wing 
Myth is the breath of memory

Spring is  transforming dormancy
Now as days  are brightening
Things are watching we cannot see

Painting  a picture of harmony
At last a result for all our dreaming
Myth is the breath of memory
Things are watching we cannot see

Suzanne Delaney


Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

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Drifting Clouds

Drifting Clouds ( Villanelle) When all the clouds have drifted by A beautiful day shall be on it’s way Sunshine always lights the blue sky One can almost hear the flowers sigh After a warm and gentle rainy day When all the clouds have drifted by The beautiful sunset one can’t deny And the romantic moon smiling so gay Sunshine always lights the blue sky Often wonder what it feels to fly Up and up to the stars far away When all the clouds have drifted by Rainbow magic is beautiful to the eye Changing cloud colors, dark, white, gray Sunshine always lights the blue sky Fast endless winds blowing up high Thunder and lightning are at play When all the clouds have drifted by Sunshine always lights the blue sky Erich J.Goller Copyright 11.25.2011

Copyright © Erich Goller | Year Posted 2012

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Thoughts on a Medaeval Castle

'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire
Comfortably warm, at their tables they dine
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

In the great hall, under the castle spire
Enjoying immensely their vittles and wine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire

Chatting with ease as the torches burn higher
Bathed in the scent of the burning of pine
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Their laughter is ready, and wit does not tire
It only grows greater at hours after nine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire

Flick and the dart of the shadows inspire
Tales, ere the dawn of the even's decline
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Their thoughts and their words, do we dare to inquire?
Perhaps if we could there were riches to mine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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BELIEVE

Believe

You told me you loved me.
I foolishly believed you.
I fell for you, like never before

I believed you loved me.
I shouldn’t have, because you
Left me forever, all alone.

You left me,
Broken without you.
Feeing like I was not enough, for anyone.

You wanted more,
Than I could give you.
My affection was all I could give.

I wouldn’t give it to someone
Who wouldn’t care, like you.
Love is all I can give.

One day, I will believe in love.
It won’t be someone like you.
I will wait for the man who will love
Me no matter what I chose to give.

Copyright © Jessie Melanson | Year Posted 2015

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So Beautiful

Villanelle

So Beautiful

How very beautiful, this life It be
Oh, I have everything I’ll ever need
Such precious joy, it always is in me

I feel it in the air this mystery
I live my life without envy and greed
How very beautiful, this life, it be

How very beautiful, this life it be
As sun shines down, the birds, they sing their song
Sometimes my soul is filled with ecstasy

My life is always free from misery
Oh in this wondrous world I do belong
How very beautiful, this life it be

How very beautiful this world it be
A dark black raven over me he flies
As honey eater sings in yonder tree

The trees they dance so very gracefully
As I let out a deep contented sigh
Oh how each day it fills me up with glee
How very beautiful, this life it be

9 February 2016

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

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A Beautiful Song Takes Face

A beautiful song he heard in the air
Music in the distance approaching near
He succumbed to the music without  care

He didn’t question it no he wouldn’t dare
It sounded as though soon it would be here
A beautiful song he heard in the air

So nice was it that it gave him a scare
 Getting closer and closer waiting in fear
He succumbed to the music without a care

The score was very beautiful to be fair
But nothing compared to what did appear
A beautiful song he heard in the air

The beauty  he witnessed  now could ensnare
To him it became oh so very clear
He succumbed to the music without care

He could spend hours in a single stare
Probably more than hours, maybe a year
A beautiful song he heard in the air
He succumbed to the music without care

Copyright © wayland bunch | Year Posted 2013

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One Art

The art of loving isn’t hard to master
So many things seem filled with love.
To be lost in a love forever.

Love more everyday. Accept the disaster
Of a lost mind hours thinking of your love.
The art of loving isn’t hard to master.

Then practice loving farther, loving faster
People, and places, and who it is you have to love. 
All of these will bring us together.

I lost my heart, And look! My forever
Next-to-last, of my love went.
To be lost in a love forever.

I gained hope, a lovely one. And faster
Some realms I owned, I will always have hope
I love them, and it will be a forever.

Even loving you, a great gesture
I shant have lied. For I hope
The art of loving isn’t hard to master
Though it may look like a great disaster.

(Based on the poem One Art by Elizabeth Bishop, this was a project in creative writing)

Copyright © Jessie Melanson | Year Posted 2015

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Oh Vulnerable Woman

What a beauty you are!
In this very life, my life!
Oh vulnerable woman!

In your fertile womb,
Precious little life,
What a beauty you are!

Lovely soul takes life bids,
Without hesitation,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Without your weakness,
You would not offer love,
What a beauty you are!

Selfless is your existence;
Yielding self to a small one,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Your delicate body gifted life,
And life gives peace as price,
What a beauty you are!
Oh vulnerable woman!


8/11/14

** This is dedicated to my wonderful mother who took the risk of giving us all 
her children - LIFE. My salute to all mothers whose vulnerability is a true 
beauty!!

Copyright © hija de la luna | Year Posted 2014

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Masquerade

Masquerade 
Hide your emotions in a clever disguise,
Hang above like an angel of protection,
Save those exuberant kaleidoscope eyes,

Words of joy prevent a treacherous demise,
Of a soul once tortured filled with infection,
Hide your emotions in a clever disguise,

Jokes with laughter that will light up the dark skies,
Music that’s sweeter than any confection,
Save those exuberant kaleidoscope eyes,

Ravish in time together with constant surprise,
Hoping no one can sense a predilection,
Hide your emotions in a clever disguise,

Wash out all the sadness with smiles is wise,
The one in the mirror, a nice reflection,
Save those exuberant kaleidoscope eyes,

In the silence there is inaudible cries,
Push away those thoughts of deep complexion,
Hide your emotions in a clever disguise,
Save those exuberant kaleidoscope eyes

Copyright © Laura Trachtenberg | Year Posted 2015

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A Pawn of the Devil's Deals

Poem is © Dana

A Pawn of the Devil’s Deals

He kills, he gives life, he injures, he heals;
there are none who escape from his hands.
Surrender to him, learn from him, obey him.

The foolish traitor, a pawn of the devil’s deals.
To carry out his sinister and evil master plans, 
he kills, he gives life, he injures, he heals.

It is only unto him that the defeated kneels,
but it is never the victorious that he withstands.
Surrender to him, learn from him, obey him.

The evidence of his murders is what he conceals,
but the darkness of his sins is what he expands.
He kills, he gives life, he injures, he heals.

It is only his twisted desires that he appeals,
but it is never the righteous that he commands.
Surrender to him, learn from him, obey him.

The tranquility of his victims he invariably steals,
but it is never their morality that he understands.
He kills, he gives life, he injures, he heals.
Surrender to him, learn from him, obey him.

Copyright © Art Worx | Year Posted 2015

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Song of Green Rebirth

Tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth
new moment of soil floods his open, seeking face
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

He beckons to the willow; wonders at her girth
I carry him close--we grace willow with embrace
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.

He speaks with the daffodil, sharing her mirth
and sighs, contented in his own cosmic place
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

I watch as he contemplates the wind chime's verse
while his fingers explore clover woven like lace;
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth.

Wholly in love with the world in which he's immersed,
drawing from each aspect of the wild rose's grace,
this way, the child learns a song of green rebirth.

To him, every moment so tastily diverse
and our garden, mystical as far reaches of space
tiny crabapple feet ply the soft, fertile earth--
each day the child learns a song of green rebirth.

Copyright © Jessamyn Duckwall | Year Posted 2015

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My two sides

My positive side will love no sorrow
I could be what you want tonight
my negative side can be, just not right.

I'm likely not the one turning you on tomorrow
I could be turning you on tonight
my positive side will love no sorrow.

I wont be your definition of beautiful tomorrow
allow me to be beautiful tonight
my negative side can be ,just not right.

I wont drive you crazy tomorrow
I could drive you crazy tonight
my positive side will love no sorrow.

You wont be the ideal woman for me tomorrow
you could be my ideal woman tonight
my negative side can be, just not right.

I will be the last thing you need tomorrow
allow me to be the only thing you need tonight
my positive side will love no sorrow
my negative side can be , just not right.

Elizabeth alexander             21/3/2016

Copyright © elizabeth alexander | Year Posted 2016

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Villanelle: If only the World were such as to be just - 1

Villanelle: If only the World were such as to be just – 1

If only the World were such as to be just
Then all girls would be born all all beautiful
And men would be the lame laid sex without lust

If only the girls were all all free as dust
And men could pick and choose and ditch them sackful
If only the World were such as to be just

If only in test-tubes girls their eggs entrust
Then men would much work find their clawing hands full
Would then men be the lame laid sex without lust

If only lifelong hour-glass shape girls love must
Through whirls twists and twirls be not at all bashful
If only the World were such as to be just

If only the girls in their joints did not rust
While men could lay themselves down just wonderful
Would then men be the lame laid sex without lust

Would men then cheat on spouses neglect thwart trust
And at every swaying dame steal an eyeful
If only the World were such as to be just
Would men then be the lame laid sex without lust

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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To My Love

To whisper these words on valentines 
I wrote this from my purest side 
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

I did struggle to write these lines 
It would take me on a happy joyride 
To whisper these words on valentines 

I love to watch how the hair shines 
As the sun sends rays from outside   
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

Pages are made from the fibers of Pines 
Quill weaves as my fingers guide 
To whisper these words on valentines 

Let me buy the richest wines 
Lit up some candles on the bedside 
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

You are beautiful more than my poem defines 
My inner butterflies have been multiplied 
To whisper these words on valentines 
To the lady whom dressed to the nines 

Copyright © Victor Maasilamani | Year Posted 2016

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Villanelle for Beauty

Beauty chortles forth a frabjous,
interrupting static sanity,
Misheard through ears abstruse.

Boojums guised as proper
Cast labels fathoming blind vanity --
Yet, beauty chortles forth a frabjous.

They are the true Doctor
Jekyll’s -- hiding the reality
Misheard through ears abstruse.

Bolt nothing into the locker
Of recycled, rusted normality;
For within beauty lies a frabjous.

Wear robes of bold laughter,
Sing out of men's obscurity
Misheard through ears abstruse. 

Disregard these pyrite-crusted beggars,
To true ordinary, simply fools & jesters.
In beauty there lies a frabjous
Misheard through ears most abstruse.

Copyright © Rick Rupinski | Year Posted 2016

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He holds me as flavor to make me his savor

He holds me as  flavor to make me  his savor

He holds me as flavor to make me his savor
what makes him take me is what makes me wake him,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.

Life goes high to make us haler 
when our walk of love goes out so dim,
he holds me as flavor to make me his savor.

He takes me with his love and leads me to the river
for me to behold the beauty in the calmness of our dream,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.

In the dream of our brim there lies our favor 
when our sight is filled with trouble there we rest for a trim ,
he holds me as flavor to make me his savor.

Wherever life takes us till the end we aver
to make our true love the best as we aim,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.

Forever we flow and row to be the engraver,
with the beauty of our art though we skim
when things go wrong in each love layer,
forever in love to thus far is what make him my sailor .
by Esther J

Copyright © SHEREEEN ESTHER J | Year Posted 2015

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Sweet Smells Of Spring

Sweet smells of spring rejuvenate the air 
when winter’s cold breath can no longer freeze,
and a friendly sun melts away despair.

Gazing to heaven, in silent prayer,
surrounded by budding flowers and trees,
sweet smells of spring rejuvenate the air. 

Life starts to blossom with color and flare,
aromas riding on a perfumed breeze,
and a friendly sun melts away despair.

Patches of green are sprouting everywhere, 
and as saplings start to unfold their leaves,
sweet smells of spring rejuvenate the air.

Tulips emerge from the cold ground with care, 
gambling this early warmth's not nature’s tease, 
and a friendly sun melts away despair.

A treat for the senses, fragrant and rare, 
just one whiff and your tensions slowly ease,
sweet smells of spring rejuvenate the air
and a friendly sun melts away despair.
			

(A “villanelle” poem.)

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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He holds me as flavor to make me his savor

He holds me as  flavor to make me  his savor

He holds me as flavor to make me his savor
what makes him take me is what makes me wake him,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.

Life goes high to make us haler 
when our walk of love goes out so dim,
he holds me as flavor to make me his savor.

He takes me with his love and leads me to the river
for me to behold the beauty in the calmness of our dream,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.

In the dream of our brim there lies our favor 
when our sight is filled with trouble there we rest for a trim ,
he holds me as flavor to make me his savor.

Wherever life takes us till the end we aver
to make our true love the best as we aim,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.

Forever we flow and row to be the engraver,
with the beauty of our art though we skim
when things go wrong in each love layer,
forever in love to thus far is what make him my sailor .
by Esther J

Copyright © SHEREEEN ESTHER J | Year Posted 2015