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FALL IN LOVE

F eeling enraptured, Autumn dances in the wind, then undresses.
A s bright robes fall to the ground, her passion paints the twilight skies.
L ike a nymph, she beckons, tossing her fiery auburn tresses.
L ongingly she sighs - September’s bliss lingering in her eyes.

I ndian summer days come; then they go.
N ights though chill, embrace her in indigo.

L ater, in November, her sweetness wanes.
O ctober cannot stay forever loving her.
V acantly she gazes through freezing rains.
E ndearments whispered - cease - when Fall loses ardor.


for the Romantic Acrostic Poetry Contest of Regina Riddle

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THE R-O-S-E

THE ROSE


T~hirty-two steps through the yellow-green grass led me to you.
H~aving to choose which one; my heart with no doubt chose you.
E~very rose bloomed quite differently, though nothing meretricious like you.

R~ed is known to be the favorite color to man; color blinded; my soul desired you.
O~f all the roses, my senses were captivated and comely to you.
S~ome men may pick more than one rose; but, I only want you.
E~ven mother nature so pulchritudinous can't compare to you.





Pace, G
IN-U-SCRIPT

05-06-2012

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In The Eyes Of Age

Inside your eyes, I feel a world.
Night and day, eyes of a world.

Time has healed wounds, or forgotten them.
Heaven is closer with each breath you take.
Emotions wax and wain like the motions of the moon.

Early to bed, early to rise, life continues.
Your hopes and dreams have came and went.
Every hour ticks by, tick, tock, it reminds you.
Some memories will not fade away, for this you are glad.

Open the doors the last days of life.
Fear not the other side, for it comes.

Age has brought you wisdom, stories and bred new life.
Gifts now to be given are those of your stories.
Entrust me with your stories, your legacies, your memories.

In the eyes of age I see time is but a grain of sand on an endless beach. We are one with the spirit of time let memories of your lifetime teach. I will listen.
08-23-2014

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Breast Cancer Awareness-by casarah nance

October is breast cancer awareness month, if you don't check them, I will.

Bodies, presented to the world with love and affection,
Revealing to others a person's hope and attention.
Every once in a while the body must put up a fight,
A war within itself when something is just not right.
Silent it comes, this battle, winner takes it all.
To know there is a war, makes the hero not fall

Cancer, a term so vague yet causes so much pain.
Alarm bells ring when the terminology causes stain.
Normal lives change in the drop of word,
Cancer, even unsaid, the truth gets heard.
Embrace the now and knowing of how your body talks,
Remember the steps, stride as your pride walks.

Awareness, that is what is needed to survive.
We must stick together to heal and stay alive.
Arm yourself with these tools needed to slay
Raise the challenge against the dragons, keep them at bay
Everyone has the power to be the best they can be.
Never let a sickness take over the soul we see.
Empower the warrior inside, knowledge is the answer.
Save your sadness and stretch for the cure.
So many hands when held together, get us through any weather.

By Casarah Nance
Date 10-14-2014

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Autumn

A mong the ash, the beech, the birch they fall,
U nder the boles of white, beige and gray,
T hickening piles, a golden cabal; 
U nvarnished leaves all in disarray. 
M audlin, they lack the rouge kissed spark of red
N earby, oaks brown, await the children's tread. 


* an acrostic done as an English Sestet

9-29-14

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MALTA

Magnificent scenery Ancient Architecture Lovely lovely people Terrific cuisine All I wish is to return again one day Jan Allison 31st October 2014

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Cross My Heart

C ome to the
R iver
O f my 
S oulful
S entiments

M eandering silently
Y earning for release

H asten
E arnestly
A s my love flows by
R ushing through the flood-gates
T o your heart.


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Eyes

Enraptured - swept into the pools of your soul.
Your depths lure me deeper ... until I am blissfully lost.
Enticed and entranced, I surrender to you;
Slowly slipping into scintillating shivers.

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Happy Birthday Tim,Timmy,Timothy Smith

Terrific charmer,blessed and gifted Invincible love fulfills his heart Modesty is a reflection of his beliefs Super dad and souper spice Master of words and muses Incredibly kind to all others Trustworthy and truthful friend Heartwarming!His sweet gentility reaches our soul.
Dedicated to Tim Smith Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen : ) on the 3rd of December 2014!

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Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
 
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 




©  2011  ~JSLaM    

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* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011

* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011 

* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011
                 
   

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Alien Feet

ALIEN                             -NOT-                               HUMAN


Alien life form---                               ---Far from human toucH
Living among it self---                  ---In the heavens like a gurU
Intelligence kept from civilization------Scientist call it a phantoM 
Earth remains alone---                            ---Like a secret ninjA 
NASA's top secret---                           ---You are not humanN

BY:SKAT                              .                                   BY;PD

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Whiteness

Winter frost on willow trees  
     Weeping tears of snow.  
Halos 'round the opal moon,
     Hopeful, humble glow.           
Ivory keys collecting dust, 
     Itching to be played.   
Tresses bleached by age and time,
     Thinning as they fade. 
Empty pages bound in cloth,
     Ernest for a word.
Naked rows of birches -
     Noble and absurd. 
Endless skies of cotton clouds 
     Eager to unfurl.
Strings of sparkling diamonds, 
     Strands of subtle pearls.
Shovel, shiver - still, it falls:
     Snow subdues the world.

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An Acrostic Reflection

r andomly I stare into
e ach reflective surface
f orever pondering the
l ines of age, pain and joy
e ach one a splendid testament
c ulled from a full life
t eased endlessly, eternally
i nto distorted images
o f the soul of me
n ever quite
s eeing..I

s urely, I am 
n ot this shallow
o nly time can plane my cheek
i nsight my eyes to fade
t urn the plumpness of lip to
c rinkles of mirth
e nlivening the gray
l anguishing in silver
f orever seeing but parts of the
e cstasy I
r eflect

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Names on PoetrySoup

(Please don't anybody feel bad if you are not named. I was simply 
using names of Premium members here and only first names that
began with any of the letters that spell out the word Poetry Soup!) 

P D, Paula and Phyllis: each have "P" in their name.
O' s , though, I see none of! Now isn't that a shame?
Emilia, sweetie, gets third spot for her "E."
T im, Thvia, Tirzah, & Timothy (where the heck IS he?)
R ueben, Ravindra, Rhonda, Robert. . . R has a LOT!
Y OU who are reading this, I give you THIS spot!

S ara, two Sharons, great "S" ladies those!
O odles of names, but where are the O's?
U again. Yes, double mention to U !!
P remium poets sure spice up the SOUP.


For Adeleke's Acrostic Contest:
Poetic Picture of Poetry Soup

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ASHES TO ASHES

Aware of existence, this body breathes and bleeds.
Savoring the life it is given, memories it feeds.
Heart and home, love and life, experience it needs.
Educate, illuminate, deserving through actions and deeds.
Soil rich, harvesting good from well nourished seeds.

Time does not stop, does not stand still.
Over the valleys, climbing over the hill.

Age begins to show on depths of sunken skin.
Silenced the heart that once beating, life cannot win.
Heavy the tears that fall out from deep within.
Emptiness follows, decay will soon begin.
Soil become the resting place of my brotherly kin.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, every life sees how the world passes.
You will be, as I will be, to the wind we are blown, ashes to ashes.



For Contest Funeral/Death
Sponsor: Gautomi Phookan
Date: 09-22-2014
Casarah Nance

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Charmileen

C onjuring wonders with pen in hand
H olding me captive; in awe I stand.
A cceleration, slow down, restrain
R ousing emotions to grand refrain
M erging together to tempt and tease
I nserting visions with utmost ease
L ifting and rolling to rhythmic flow
E laboration that goes on show.
E xpressing virtues of mind and soul
N either is failing to reach her goal.

[To two of my friends in poetry Charmaine C. & Eileen M. G.]


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Author: Paul Callus
Contest: Acrostic Time #1 
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A  
Placing: 3rd


 




 

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Reach For The Stars

Rising before me, are your eyes,.. like the stars
Embracing the light, while reflecting the moon
A room filled with people, ...yet it seems we're alone
Closer you've pulled me, as we dance to one song
Hearing old music, that we knew long ago

For, you and the night, have been here all along
Over the moon, where we wanted to be
Reaching for stars, in our own magic way

The questions I’ve asked, I know you have heard
Here and hereafter are just steps apart
Each step brings me nearer....be still, gentle heart!

Some things are intended, that we never part
The place I belong, is always with you
All things I have longed for, I've had from the start
Reaching for stars,  .... I climbed over the moon
Stars shine in your eyes, as we dance to old tunes

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10/7/14
For the Romantic Contest
Sponsored By Regina Riddle

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Wise Men Still Seek Him Today

W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
 
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him.  It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day. 
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
 
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today! 
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
 
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.

H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
 
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You.  Will You accept this love?

For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.

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Frog

Forever
Rely
On
God

Faith is serving the lambs
Righteousness, right in God's eyes
Order and obedience to His commands
Grace and goodness shall lead to salvation

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The Love of "Fall"

F alling in love with Winter; she’s ice cold dressed in snow white lace 
A ll the while dating Summer, who’s still sizzling hot
L ove affairs bruised with revengeful reds, oppressed oranges, and yelling yellows
L eaving Summer with a promise to one day rekindle their love

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My PoetrySoup

M y eyes see what your heart is feeling
Y our feelings you write out as poetry

P ain, love, joy, wonder, inspiration
O nly you can help me see, hear,and feel you
E ven though only words you have written they
T ouch my heart and mind deeply from within
R equiring me to write a poem so full of feeling as
Y ou become my poetry I write from my heart
S mile, laugh, cry, whisper, or shout
O pen your heart, mind, and soul
U tter your words on paper or screen
P oetry is where I see and feel your soul

Tons of comma fun!
contest of Russell Sivey

Written by: Carol Brown
01/31/2012
3rd Place Winner

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Poetry Palace

 
Poetically poised on a dainty hill
Overlooking ever blue seas
Eagerly awaiting this surreal ILLUSION
Turrets made of imaginative calligraphy 
Ruins that echo CREATIVITY 
Yearning to belong in this poetic home

Paddle your toes in the moat of letters 
Allowing the INFUSION of words to make a sentence 
Listen to beautiful melodic lyrics in the great hall
Attic of ancient and famous sonnets ghostly sing 
Carrying you EVENTUALLY to high emotional state
Ending up, it's INEVITABLE that you live forever on the dainty hill


By Emma Buckeridge
For contest "Poetry Palace"
2nd place win

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Backward

D  ining is fast-food
R  eading is extinct
A  ging is ugly
W alking is inefficient   
K  nitting is unfashionable
C  onversation is abbreviated
A  rt is dying
B  ackward is society

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Lily Of The Valley

Light searches softly for me down here in the loamy dark;
I offer my awakening self to the vast blue canvas of sky.
Leaves filter a soft sigh of air through trees
yielding their branches to the balmy, blossom-swirling breeze.

Open me gently to promises that still pulse in me, let me
feel the sweet green unfurling of hope and possibility.

Turquoise murmurings of water seep into my scented skin.
Hear me as my floral notes begin to sing of a happy return of spring;
efflorescing in sun-gold streams and trembling sunbeams.

Valleys sling their green hammocks between the hills
and pale fingers of light slide softly under my lucent skin.
Lucid memory will return again: how the sun's rays reached for me,
luminous upon my white fragrant frailty; how the vast expanse of blue
entranced me, as I awakened to ascend the ladder of light,
yearning for my perfumed release from the earth's cold clamp.

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Overcoming Sandstorms

                                                   
O~n occasion, the mind accretes to, "the hurt," when facing
V~icissitudes; blinded by, "the better nature," causing to
E~fface the focus from the Architect while simultaneously
R~aising questions why. Impatience encourages the 
C~ollaboration of misery to consult with those of the same mind.
O~nly then to find temporary pleasure due to humanly clocks power.
M~entally drained by dint of attacks upon attacks; seemingly to be
I~nsufferable and impregnable. Though the Architect, 
N~ever vanishes and will never vanish from the scene. So,
G~ive and release all apprehension with entire trust.

S~torms will arise from daybreak to nightfall. It must be remembered the
A~rchitect of whom in total control oversees misery so 
N~ever question the authority. Become courageous and 
D~etermined that, "This Too Shall Pass." Be conscious of
S~trength, wisdom and knowledge evolving afterwards.
T~oday, focus on the size of the Architect and Not
O~n what the mind can't do. Always
R~emain prayerful and faith filled.
M~ust never ignore the Architect of whom created life's puzzle
S~hifting all elements of sand in place from day to day.



(To those who will receive)


Architect-God
Vicissitudes- Ups and Downs
Insufferable-Unbearable
Impregnable-Unconquerable
Dint-Force
Efface-Wipe Away


Pace, INK-U-SCRIPT
Contest Title: Build Your Own Sand
9/16/2013