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SKIN IN BLOOM



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 ~

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FADING LEAF


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

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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.

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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

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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

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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.





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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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


5/8-5/9/12
For "Your Birthday Suit" Contest

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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)

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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)!

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THE LAST DANCE

Her feet fly, skirts billow skimming night hours; The world is dimmed, his heart skims in a trance. Struck by her beauty, down sparkling showers, Beckon'd her to his arms for his last dance. Fingertips scarce touch, her his soft eyes glance. Then swirling on wings divine love is born; Bedew'd feet dance till the night is worn. Her teasing toes imprinting tiny charms On heart aflutter, riding with the morn; As desire swarms folded in circled arms. .. For the Contest :"Incurable Romantic" Sponsored by Kim Morrison

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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

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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.

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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

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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"

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Stripped


Stripped bare, my garments fall to the ground...free, 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)

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I Am Autumn

"this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written..."

My smile brings shores of shadows in the sky
A smile unsure of happiness and bliss
I touch the trees and watch their branches cry
A tear itself leaves from my face amiss
As tears and leaves descend into abyss

I come descending from the grey above
To bring a quarter of my seasons love
A love compared to death, natures demise
And with my lips I kiss the things you love
Secretly keeping Summer's butterflies!

Johnny Sumler
The Unwritten
7-2-11

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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.




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Nude is Crude

I think I shall never see the beauty
In absurdity of human bareness.
The aide in whom God entrusted duty
Of our design was quite inept, I’d guess.
The feline form was designed to impress,
With fur coats adapting to the weather.
No bird is pretty without a feather.
God saw the bad results in time to say,
We should give to man a coat of leather.
We’ll hire fashion designers right away.

I don’t go to the beach just for the sight
Of man or woman in bare essentials.
They may be young enough to look all right.
Others should wear clothing and credentials.
Parts of us should stay as confidentials.
Ruben’s nudes are ridiculed as fatter
Than savory pork served on a platter.
In public keep your clothes on if you don’t
Want to be dubbed crazy as mad hatter.
Stay safely home if nudity’s your wont.

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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

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***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.**** 


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MY MIRACLE, MY ANSWERED PRAYER

 UNSUPPORTED CODE 

Miracles are as real as bone and flesh, Our small world is full of the unexplained, In waters cold and with each hopeful breath, I prayed for a child with words unrestrained, Kneeling to waves till their tows were ingrained. The sky sympathized with burdened, dark clouds, My longings were told to rough winds, out loud, Your will be done, God, but I’ve love to give, This servant bows low, no longer too proud, To humbly ask that my dream at last live.
ABOUT THIS POEM This is completely true. After sixteen years of infertility, I ‘heard’ a voice deep inside say, “It is time.” I immediately booked a vacation for myself and my husband to Port Elgin, Ontario. It was September, and Lake Huron was cold. People no longer swam. It was a week of rain and storms. Each day I would get up, walk to the beach and swim, as locals wearing raingear would walk their dogs on the boardwalk and shake their heads at me. Each morning, I’d swim and talk to God. I’d pray to Him, tell Him I had heard Him, and that I was ready to be a mom and that if it was His will, I would be the best mother I could be. I returned home and when I took my pregnancy test two weeks later, it said positive. The picture above is NOT mine, but mirrors what greeted me each day and where I rolled with the waves and felt God’s presence. I told my husband, even before we got there, we would be making a baby. I was that certain. After sixteen years, I still believed. This truth I must speak. I am beholden to my Maker who gifted me with a precious girl. AMEN!

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Halloween

A time for werewolves, zombies, bones,
For spiders, vampires, ghosts and bats,
Blood curdling shrieks and chilling moans,
Of walking corpses, witches’ cats,
See scuttling beetles, ghouls and rats.

Old warlocks chant and banshees cry,
The carved out pumpkins light the way,
And broomsticks soar across the sky,
As shrivelled mummies flaunt decay:
It’s Halloween or All Souls’ Day.