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A Poet's Heaven

Among the classic poets of fine rhyme - are balladeers who weave with lines a tale, the satirists and bards of the sublime, and troubadours who sing a light rondel. I close my eyes, imagining I'd dwell among them all - a poetess in bliss. Could heaven be as wonderful as this? With modern poets too I would commune; With friends I'd known on earth I'd reminisce . . . and poetry would flow - celestial boon! A Dizain with rhyme scheme: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d and done in iambic pentameter.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Sitting quietly beneath the old blue gum tree Flowers surround me lined in neat rows on the lawn White and blue, tall and short placed as if by gods’ decree My eyes mist, oh god what she had undergone Her face clouded in pain, body still as a frightened fawn The room white, Spartan white sheets drape the bed Her raven black hair no more, so much left unsaid Eyes of fierce emerald green now dull and sedate God let fall tears the day her mortal coil she did shed Soon again in each others arms, standing at heaven’s gate
Written 30/01/2015

Copyright © Shane Cooper

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Heaven to me is purely this After a long and stressful day Deep bubble bath, oh such pure bliss Just need to melt my cares away In foaming oils I love to lay Scent of lavender will arise Ease my tension and tired sore eyes Wrap in a warm fluffy towel Simple pleasures will be my prize Drift to sleep, not be a night owl 01~31~15 Contest Dizain Me – Dr Ram Mehta How many syllables used - each line is 8 syllables ~awarded 3rd place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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Into the woods, soft leaves fondle the nape * Along a walk bathed in frost of moon pail I bare myself before night goddess’ cape And lay upon the edge where grasses sail ~ ~ While sacred rite bestows a holy grail. * Now, free is my body, my life compass Where stars connect with skin on raw canvas Tracing birthmarks from navel ripe as womb • ~ In pure silence, light meets joy unsurpassed One with birth’s flesh, Soul washes covered plume ~

Copyright © nette onclaud

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Brocade lobes with silver traces creating nature's alchemy pale thread of life it embraces, against chilled dusk's pure scenery. Will wonder's eyes engage and see the beauty of a fallen leaf whose precious moment shines too swift? Or, will it, fading, simply crush this brittle lace from autumn’s gift beneath the pile of burial rush. Skeletal frame this leaf has lain through season’s winds that wore it down till only whittled bones remain, of what was fall’s glow quite renown. Laying on breast of days, its brown skin crumpled from dry crust to foam, to rest in this cycle’s white tomb. Yet some wand lifted it to air lining it in rich-colored chrome to render splendour that was there. Contest of Giorgio V: Impress Me ll by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud

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Wounded Wanderings - Picture Perfect

A gray and dreary sky was drawn this morn though love was in my heart of hearts aglow, as I called out to you, a rift was torn, and through the rift, so silent, fell the snow. Ah, you have passed my heart, my love; I know, a barefoot specter follows through the white. Once warmed by passion’s kiss and love’s delight now, only memories fill my beating heart, and I can but shiver in the dead of night awaiting the cock’s crow, I will depart.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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Creeping Naked

Wearing clothes to bed simply makes no sense I must float freely on my waterbed But when I wake in the morning, I’m tense Wrinkles from the sheets on my skin imbed Rolling out of bed, I lower my head All of my windows and blinds are open Crawling, I fear neighbors might see butt skin A snake, I slither in my birthday suit Trying to avoid boob sighting again And the tattoo that sits on my “patoot” I made a mistake reaching for my robe The rack fell down hard, landing on me Here I lay thinking my world’s out of whack I struggle but there’s no way to get free My Life Alert bracelet rang out quickly No success grabbing a sheet from the bed The rescuers arrived in warp-speed time To find a nude lady well past her prime Face down, the tattoo was now in full view Explaining what happened, I’d quite a time
*Entry for Cyndi’s “Birthday Suit” contest April 24, 2012

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire

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Moon Dance

Once upon a time so brightly
I had this compulsion to dance
Just holding you oh so tightly;
In thoughts of romantic perchance
Realistic dreams of nuance.
Your silver beam of love the lure
Bathed in splendour ever so pure
In breath upon the breeze clement;
Held here within your light the cure
I thank the lord for this moment.

by harry horsman
for nette onclaud 'let's dance' contest

Copyright © harry horsman

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Hear Heaven

Heaven has a heartbeat, it whispers sweet.
Echoes of love in every breath I breathe.
A special place where God and humans meet
Rise the soul from my body it will leave
Heaven will be my home, so please don't grieve.
Enter this paradise, promise fulfilled.
A joy fills every ounce of my being.
Voices rise on a wind that's never stilled.
Enlightenment is the light I'm seeing.
Now hear me heaven my fear is fleeing.

For Contest: Heaven
Date: January 26, 2015

Copyright © Casarah Nance

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Spider's Purse

a dizain

Admire her casting, lines of silky floss;
survey as artist drafts her masterpiece.
Enclosing space invisibly across,
then single-handedly, she will increase
the center parts to form unseen valise.
A purse of unsuspected, vicious taint -
its straps in hand, she naps - a wily feint.
Artistic beauty flows, but will soon ebb,
when tender insects clutter her restraint.
Artiste awakes to wealth within her web.

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet

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Your Support I Need

The physician offered no hope, But why did you push me away? You only said you couldn’t cope To watch me decline, fade away. As I approach my final day, I long for a place in your heart. I wish some support you’d impart. This path is not one I had planned And it’s not my choice to depart. Please offer me a loving hand.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire

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TWO FACED HEAVEN I walk slow in a globe of puffy clouds Dancing midair, a concerto, harp plucks From right to left are angels in white shrouds their velvet pulling psalms, my heart they struck Amazed! I stopped. Behold. Entwine and stuck! Has my one weary soul found its best home? Roads I pass below, wobble and some foam, all sprays a peacock of sadness and cheers. I thank our God for all my harvest homes as they remind me too: heaven is here! :) _____________________________________________________________ Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta Contest Name Dizain Me Placed 1st ©O.E. Guillermo 07:55 pm, January 28, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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Feeling Golden

Unhooking my bikini, I fall in to Utah Lake; it’s thirteen years ago! I’m naked, and the sun - incarnadine - like me, has also slipped itself down low, (though into dusk), while, I -in water -glow! My arms are freckle-speckled, lightly tanned. Beneath my skin I’m feeling golden, and my breasts are buoys, round and pearly white. My legs kick strongly; they are lean and grand; I’m sturdy - yes - but now I’m sweetly light! For Cyndi MacMillan's YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Prolonged Exposure

I’ve covered the mirrors in our house
With colored sheets, while choking on grief
Black, blue, and green, to my bewildered spouse
Who has wondered what has become of me
And why suddenly I’ve begun mourning

He thinks that I’m a reflection of him
So he doesn’t notice the wounds within
The marring of my spirit’s complexion
Permanent, from his reoccurring sins
That have shaped me into his perfection

My face is clear so you would never guess
That person staring back isn’t me
Mirrors can’t show underlying distress
Only the lie he wants others to see
Not the despair slowly growing, steeping

Don’t look bewildered at my draping sheets
If you look, the nude is there, underneath
Reflecting the lie that it has become
Prolonged exposure to fisting complete
Now mourning the death of someone it loved

For "Your Birthday Suit" Contest

Copyright © Black Eyed Susan

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Winter's Return

November blew in: dark, dream-mystical;
voids of loneliness ached in us each night.
But love shone from shadow, transcendental,
comforting us with empathy's insight,
pressed close in a dazzling spill of starlight.

Cold winds of loss blew both our worlds apart.
Yet hope plants evergreen seeds in lost hearts;
leaves turn, the season's colours churn and burn.
Solace sparks from dark as the year departs,
and time waits for love with winter's return.

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

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Skinny Dipping With My Darlin'

The waves are lapping,do I dare to say
that they are tickling my bare bottom so.
And I am laughing out loud as we play.
My sweet darlin' and I go toe-to-toe
as into the deep blue yonder we go.
He traces all the freckles on my back;
it seems he nearly has a heart attack!
As I start to shake out my long,wet hair
he finds he's face to face with my clothes rack.
You see,I'm standing up now,proud and bare!

There was a time when I was very shy;
you wouldn't catch me undressed in the light.
But then one day I met my special guy
who let me know that my curves were just right.
My naked form was a beautiful sight.
So we swim around this ocean like fish.
I'll whisper in his ear and grant each wish.
When we reach the shore we'll roll in the sand
like sugared doughnuts stacked up on a dish.
I feel wild and free as I take his hand.

for contest"Your Birthday Suit"
sponsored by Cyndi Macmillan

Copyright © Deb Wilson

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Will you Join me

Today I will enjoy the sun drink every drop of golden light sing the nursery rhymes for fun and spread my wings again for flight I'll soar above to gain new height rainbows will kiss on the forehead as twilight paints my wings bright red a flight above the deep blue sea. But all the above joys will fade if you do not smile and join me. *iambic tetrameter ========================= Placement:3rd (Feb 2012) Contest:Change the Meters Sponsor:Debi Guzzie By:kashinath karmakar

Copyright © kash poet

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A Woman's Only Friend

Middle-aged woman puffs a cigarette right outside the grocery store entrance. Her dark eyes fall from mine while beads of sweat trench above furrowed brow. “Spare a few cents?” she asks under her breath. My muscles tense. Annoyed, I shake my head; no words are spoken. I toss a coin in her pail. Still smoking, She gestures with a nod. The hazy air hangs, weighted with her stench. As stone eyes glare, my son begins to cough nearly choking. Hard days have come to my family; life has knocked us down. Humiliated, I beg to survive, you see; even through strife, we had love but no home. So forgive my intrusion today as you hurry by. It’s a nasty habit. You don’t approve. My kids are gone; last week, the state removed them. Now, this smoke seems like my only friend. God took my spouse last year. I can’t pretend life’s good. Forgive me. I, too, disapprove. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 27, 2012 for You Don't Understand Contest (Cyndi MacMillan)

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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His kiss

His lips inviting
The moment so exciting
He caught me and pressed his face to mine
A moment of savage intertwined
I will never forget he soft supple touch

I remembering wanting it so much
The flood of fever in a seconds kiss
The smiles the childish laugh the endless wish
And I won’t forget the pure bliss
All from the minds fabulous reminisce

Copyright © Laura Mckenzie

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To Her, With Love

If life is death, do live Elizabeth,
And read my words although I'm far away
Your soul is light beside my dying breath,
With metaphors I'll die to live today
I love you more than sun-light loves the day

Elizabeth, thou art a Queen of mine,
And Angels touch you with poetic rhyme,
With words you whirl a wind I never knew
You write with beauty and you are divine
So wear this ring and kiss my rhyme to you

(written for my dearest friend elizbeth wesley. 
everyone has a fan and friend on the soup, and 
elizabeth is my heart! thankyou my love for all
of your dedicated compliments)!

Copyright © Johnny Sumler

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Era to evolve

Time to rest,
laying sound and ponder,
my mind will race and wander,
blinkers on, blinkers off,
time to turn my emotions off.

Mind, body and soul,
to each district my mind roll,
soul to soul as I go,
uplifting and peace,
but that districts a no no.

Oblivious to the carnage,
my good name may now be tarnished,
time for mind, body and soul to resolve,
the many reasons,
that make me want to evolve.

Copyright © Amanda Sullivan

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Bereavement Support

My Dad, a pretty ordinary man, Suddenly taken by a heart attack. People are offering all that they can, Cakes and hot casseroles we do not lack, Hard to believe the whole town has our back. Their kindness seems to be never ending The new normal of mine just keeps bending, Focus seems to be on us completely, Thoughtfulness and support, all are sending, Comments of sympathy made so sweetly. Sorry for your loss, just how old was he, Using this information did matter. I reply he was almost eighty-three, The mood changes, I hear idle chatter. Suddenly I feel a great deal sadder, Death is simply another part of life, You should be grateful and not feel such strife. He was old, did not suffer, I was told, My heart bleeds after the cut by this knife. Judging approval of death by age --- cold.
Written July 27, 2012 For Cyndi MacMillan’s contest “Do You Understand” Won 3rd place

Copyright © Lee Ramage

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Not Too Bad, Considering

I bare myself, to take a better view
I wonder if I can recall her name     
Is she the girl that yesterday once knew?    
Familiar face, I see, but what remains    
Of silken slender curves, is not the same...    
And while I take a deeper look at you,   
I frown and recognize  a scar or two   
Then sigh, and long to see a flickering
Of tender years within the mirror's hue
But then, I'm not too bad, considering...

I stare at her, and see beneath her brow    
The child-like girl who fought against the tide     
Would I go back in time, again, somehow?    
Erase each  wound, along with all the pride?    
I think it best to see the brighter side 
My years have earned the badges of my scars   
I know much more of beauty, now by far,
I come with life's experience and quest 
I smile, again, to see the girl you are
Well,.... not so bad, considering what's left

Inspired by Cyndi's Contest: "Birthday Suit"

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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A Poet's Flight of Freedom

To fly free is what a poet wants to do
It’s possible that it is different
Probably not to the taste of a few
Quite different and many may dissent.
But the poet should continue his ascent.
But the battle should be won by the poet
People may expect this road to arrive at
But his guts and his muse find his own road
Flight is freedom in its pure form to poets
May dance with clouds and storm, it is his mode 


Dr. Ram Mehta

For the  Contest: Metrical Verse by Giorgio Veneto

8th Place win


***Dizain is Ten lines rhymed a b a b b c c d c d poem; usually (though not by definition) iambic pentameter. This is a Dizain chain. This is originally a French form and initially would have been made up of eight syllablelines, but later ten syllable lines were also used.**** 

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta

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Stripped bare, my garments fall to the, I expose my scars like medals gleaming. In the moon's glow, I rediscover me. The crowning moon lights my path. Then, soaring, nature exhorts...the fertile earth bearing fruit like a mother awaiting. I pray for a stellar reception, an array of constellations dancing on bare skin. Stripped of mores below, I long to allay my burdens by exposing scars within. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 17, 2012 for YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT Contest (Cyndi MacMillan)

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders