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WHAT SHOULD I WRITE

How must I script MAGIC upon this page?  I don't know what to write about.
Maybe it's writer's BLOCK. 
What should I write? INK BLOTS? 
TIME? Tick tick tick. Said Tock the melodious clock. 
There I go. I amuse myself.  HA!

I'm a SOLDIER brave and strong to withstand writers block 
All years long. 
What should I write haven't got a clue.  Words were once 
Plentiful now are few. What's a poet to do? Pen on cue?

What should I write about today? I know i'll say, in 1966 I was
Born with a quiet cry.  NOT GOOD ENOUGH. 
But I........am a DREAMER, the CONSEQUENCES of being a 
dreamer is at times I'm unable to dream a word.
Looking towards gray and rainy DAYS. I haven't a thing to say.

What should I write today must be writer's block that has me
In a stew. My mind confused shadows DANCING on the walls 
Lightly chanting, time is fleeing fast.

I haven't any words to furnish this pristine page. I'm in a 
Panic.  A POET without a word Is a poet without his pen 
Encaged.
Still at the end I don't know what to write.  Should I begin 
Again.

WARNING: One thing. Beware of the BLOCK

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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Halloween Night II - Re-write

Halloween Night II

I swear, those warlocks haven't a clue;
they set their sights on Halloween night.
It's then, they'll sample the witches brew.

Inside the circle's, a different view;
some will think it's a beautiful sight.
I swear, those warlocks haven't a clue.

Flowers in our hair, and eyes so blue;
gold on our wrists will shine in the light.
It's then, they'll sample the witches brew.

Scarves on our hips and toes painted, too;
we'll be dancing around the firelight.
I swear, those warlocks haven't a clue.

Jasmine in the air sets minds askew,
as they step into the light, so white.
It's then, they'll sample the witches brew.

Our skin is covered with morning dew,
we'll take them, then, to a frenzied height.
I swear, those warlocks haven't a clue,
it's then, they'll sample the witches brew.

By: Catie LIndsey
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Halloween Night II- RE-Write

 Wizards  and warlocks have no notion
As witches begin brewing on Halloween night
Soon they'll taste the witches  potion

Inside the  cauldron  of their emotions
Many succumb to vampire  bites
Wizards  and warlocks have no notion

Bat eating Zombies  spring into motion
as the winged creature fly into the light
Soon they'll taste the witches potion

Ghouls and goblins  start a commotion
as we dance around the fire bright
Wizards  and warlocks have no notion

Witches add jasmine to their  magic concoction
As wizards and warlocks  come into sight
Soon  they'll taste the witches potion

As  moonlight glimmers upon the ocean
We'll give them  all  a bit of a fright
Wizards  and warlocks have no notion
Soon they'll taste the witches potion

By: Joseph May

contest name:  Re-write one of my poems
sponsor: Catie Lindsey





Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

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Pursuit of the Impossible that Leads to Discovery

Why do I visit here, it’s mostly for self-reflection
First through my reading , that I’m able to explore
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

This not possible, but I still do tedious inspection
Over time I do notice that I am better than before
Why do I visit here, it's mostly for self-reflection

This pursuit does require the very finest selection
Time passes, less and less never more and more
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

Although not attainable there are many a detection
New truths revealed, I’m a kind in a candy store
Why do I visit here, it's mostly for self-reflection

What I read, what I write, in me it causes reaction
Patience I didn’t have before, allows me to endure
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

Many reading this might react with some rejection
What does your soul and mind ask you to implore
Why do I visit here, mostly it’s for self-reflection
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

penned 2/3/2013 by Wayland Bunch

Copyright © wayland bunch | Year Posted 2013

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When The Sea Is Angry

When the sea is angry
 Waves, like knives, penetrate deeply
Secrets are revealed
                                                     
Stingrays uncovered, at risk
 Burrow deep
When the sea is angry 
                                                                            
Shells buried for time unknown
 Surface in brilliant majesty
Secrets are revealed

The coral braces, mortality guaranteed
 Death and destruction inevitable
When the sea is angry

Sand scattered, settles again
 History buried, rears its head
Secrets are revealed

What is exposed, covered again
 Nothing left for man
When the sea is angry

An explosion born of fury
 Brings forth, then takes away again
When the sea is angry
Secrets are revealed

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

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Villanelle: Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day

Villanelle: Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day

Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day
As if those words gouged out paper or tape
Words distilled from a lifetime’s work and play

Write only what you think is what you say
And what you think never other lives rape
Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day

Write not to beg for praise or prize or pay
What you write must not want to prate agape
Words distilled from a lifetime’s work and play

Write like wordsmiths who worked for Old Vic play
El Manco of Lepanto fate escape
Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day

Write Dostoevsky’s death on pardoned day
To sink Underground swoon writhe out of shape
Words distilled from a lifetime’s work and play

Ugly Beauty makes Art loudly pray
For poets who blindly abuse Muse’s shape
Write only as if this were your last deathbreath day
Words distilled from a lifetime’s work and play

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2016 



 	 








Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

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Write me poems of love




My Valentine gave me roses – aglow
I took them in my hand - kissed them with love
Write me poems of love - ten in a row

I have words only - with love to bestow
I have written those on the wings of dove
My Valentine gave me roses – aglow

People like material things although
I find peace in the aroma of clove
Write me poems of love - ten in a row

My love is like snail – hides – behind the show
I search within your heart – my treasure trove
My Valentine gave me roses – aglow

We roamed the world together – sea to snow
To find it among the beauty – truelove
Write me poems of love - ten in a row

Your love – I can see in your roses – flow
Poems – I hope – with, you will fall in love
My Valentine gave me roses – aglow
Write me poems of love - ten in a row

12.03.16

10 syllables per line

Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016