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TIME by MZIYAKO, LWAZI
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Castles In The Sky by Turner, Daniel
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Down Fall

Within the warmth of home, I sit amazed
at the gentle fall of snow through window pane.
Cup of tea in hand, my layered thoughts unchain,
and tumble from the tip of tongue unfazed
to land upon a pristine page appraised,
aided by the silent fall through snowy pane.
Oh, the soft white wintry glow 'pon the lane
leaves a graceful drape, Lord be praised.

Within the warmth of home, I muse on themes 
of days to come and those gone bye and so,
I thank the Lord for all of nature's schemes,
for the gift of time, for peace, and for the snow. 
Oh, make the blanket deep, I wish to dream,
may all my days and 'morrows have this glow.





Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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Goddess of the Moon

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                                          Shine, Mediterranean Selene
                                          unique goddess of this dark life
                                          glow with pride and forget the strife
                                          all my nights are lonely and serene.
                                          I'm yours, only yours, pure and clean
                                          and although your distrust is rife
                                          soon, so soon... you'll become my wife
                                          believe these words of sacred mien.

                                          Do not let envy plant those seeds 
                                          of fear, of jealousy and spite
                                          from the demons come those breeds
                                          whose gossip and lies seek our fight
                                          They're who expect your heart concedes
                                          to steal what lives just for your light.
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Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2010

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Why I Weep

I'm named a willow tree and live in grace,
the whole of me distinctive in its shape.
My elegance well suits this lush landscape
of hillocks flung across the field I face. . . 
and gentle rills meander through this place.
In spring I don a long virescent cape
comprised of many supple arms that drape
to earth and, with Eve’s shadows, interlace.

Oh, countless times Sun’s flecked my every leaf
and Sky distilled her stars as night would creep.
Young lovers, though, have fled, their time so brief.
They used to spread a cloth to eat; then sleep
beneath me in my shade. They knew no grief. . .
Not privy to their destiny, I weep.




Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Your Look of Precious Love

Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest, 
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love 
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove, 
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!	
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above. 
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!

When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,  
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 05, 2014 
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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The Snowflake

Young love is pure - like snow when fallen new -
and always I’ll recall one wondrous day!
Through dawn, soft powder fell; clouds lingered grey
until mid-morning. Splendid sun shone through
the gloom, and sky turned periwinkle blue!
Excited, we ran laughing, out to play
in snow, which all around us brightly lay.
But never did I guess what would ensue. . .

You chased me, until breathless, we both dropped
onto a blanket of sheer white, and then
a snowflake touched my mouth. Your fingertips
began to trace its shape, until you stopped. . .
Your gaze became intense, and that is when
you bent to kiss the snowflake from my lips.
















Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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I Got a Love


I got a love that's never gonna die
Your love has breathed new life into me,
has filled my heart that was once empty
I got a love that's alive and spry
A fragrant violet voice has revived the old bones,
turning back the clock is a good thing
Gave me a pep in my step, a soul zing
Your love rekindled the flame that was long gone

How could you know that you would affect me so,
make me to rise up from my slumbering deep
Go walking to the garden of orchid waking dreams
A shower of kindness make the seeds of your love grow,
blossoms of smiles move my undressed heart to weep
My love for you will never die, for it has been redeemed


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

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Next Time

When all the lines you crossed but didn't see
Grow darker by the day upon your face
Your rosy blush of youth has been erased
And cheeks are drawn where dimples used to be

Your train of thought fueled by a memory
Runs tracks of time that don't lead anyplace
The stops along the way will be retraced
Then one day it will stop in front of me

I'd like to think the pause will bring a smile
Your heather colored eyes would brightly bloom
Your heart would beat the rhythm of a rhyme
You'd disembark and stay a little while

And when you blink I'll be back in the moon
The smile so warm it lasts until next time



         by Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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The Tides of Our Passion

The Tides of Our Passion

The tides of our passion cry out my love, 
As we seek to define who we are now.
To live this special life gives us that how,
And when and why we must seek God above!
Our souls blend one perfect constant of love, 
As we prize God’s cosmic eternal vow.
Our passion defines our life and us now;
Our love basks in Heaven’s own light above!

Our passion’s rapture is love replete,
With brilliant emotions forever bright,
As we kiss softly under God’s moonlight!
Love’s magical force makes our life complete,
As we seek happiness here on God’s Earth, 
Knowing love shall transcend our mortal birth!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 28, 2015 (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Author’s Notes:
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Soulmates

With a calm soothing look from your blue eyes
You invite me in to refresh my worth
And heal my wounds with your appealing mirth
A kiss from your lips leaves me satisfied
To desire no more, just be by your side
Tease my cheek with your feathery soft flirt
And I'll tie off my vessel at your berth
While your waves of kindness restore my pride
We'll take a walk on the beach holding hearts
Take a swim in the waters of desire
Drying our bare souls in the bright sun light
Never again will we let our paths part
Climbing love's mountain higher and higher
Then down the backside, to walk out of sight



  an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Ordinary Orange

An Acrostic Sonnet inspired by United Colours Yellow Poetry Contest of Silent One:

Orange, which is not such a favored hue,
Rarely decorates hills, streams or plains.
Does orange matter? Well, in road work lanes,
It paints the bright cones guiding cars on through!
Not very much else does that color do!
As a terrorist alert, it’s made gains.
Really bright, it highlights, but makes bad stains.
Yet I love Cheetos, which are orange too!

Ordinary yes, but it's the new black!
Red and yellow birthed it; that‘s quite grand.
Autumn and Halloween gives it glory days.
Not to mention also this: we can’t lack
Getting its one vitamin named C, and
Evenings are best when it sets skies ablaze!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Summer Lover

Oh, summer sun, all winter I have missed
your stale hot breath upon my upturned face;
your tongue that seers my flesh as I unlace
the strings on my bikini. I am kissed
by sultry lips that burn. I can’t resist!
I bask in light of day, and I embrace
Your penetrating rays that find each space
of skin exposed. I wait and plan my tryst.
And when you come, I’ll reverence you once more,
supine, as you would have me, to receive
your torrid touch as token of your lust.
In June we’ll meet as always by the lakeshore.
I should not go.  So well you can deceive.
Some lovers you have killed! Yet still I trust. . .

*For A Rambling Poet's Scavenger Hunt Contest
This poem emulates the lovely haiku called
"dappled sun," (6/9) and also it is a love poem 
for summer much like Constance's Senryu 
"Winter Love" is her love affair with winter.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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How Do I Love Thee Contest - Response

Here is the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

My Response (for the challenge of Mystic Rose)

You love me quite profoundly. That I know
From this sweet poetry I now have read.
So many things are running through my head,
Like how I might with equal measure show
My love for thee as splendidly, but oh!
I stumble with my meager words instead.
My quill runs dry; all eloquence has fled.
I call upon my muse that verse might flow.
My love for thee is beautiful and strong.
With trepidation I confess to thee
Although I never want to do thee wrong,
Can I love as well and as steadfastly?
Please bear with me; one day my words a song
Will be to echo words thou wrote for me!


Written Feb. 20, 2016


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Inside This Little Room

It's to the corner kids must sometimes go,
or to their room they're sent and kept alone.
Their freedom gone, they stare at walls and groan.
When time is up, they've not one thing to show!

Of poets, there are some who undergo
a similar reaction. They bemoan
their ever being sentenced to the "zone"
of writing in a form that stifles flow.

Like embryos enclosed within the womb
and sucking on their toes, they wait to be
thus freed from "Mother" Poetry (Oh, doom!)

In contrast, I implore you: Keep that key
and leave me here - restricted. I shall bloom
inside this little room. Do punish me!



Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Castles In The Sky

The sandman will take pause and say a prayer
Then reach in to his special bag of sand
And with a sweeping motion of his hand
Bright glitter colored stardust fills the air

It falls to bring a dream beyond compare
Where castles in the sky are gold and grand
A momentary glimpse of "Beulah Land"
As we envision life beyond death's stare

And with that thought we'll take a rattled breath
The last tear of this life will find release
We'll see our shooting star, a passing flash
Exhale our soul and welcome life in death
Then build our castles on white clouds of peace
The sandman will sweep up our sparkling ash



   Building castles in the sky contest
     November 8 2016


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Endless Love


In my soul, I shall never find 
another who completes me like you.
Our endless love, for strength 'tis true,
I rely to face those days of resign.
But always does my heart remind
of blessings from heavenly blue.
The ties of eternity like glue
shall always endure, bridge and bind.

My heart renewed was once threadbare
worn and ragged under bitter tears.
Oh, the first dance of love as a pair!
Tears of joy displace the trembling fears.
A love entwines two hearts aware
as endless bands of gold appear.





Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

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Dear Juliet

Dear Juliet is on her balcony - awash in moonlight. Do you see her there? Her form - how graceful, and her face - how fair! She is a pearl which night stole from the sea and placed beneath the stars to spellbind me! Behold the luster of her auburn hair. The sun has set, bright red, and yet I’d swear it lingers in her long locks so fiery! How fortunate am I in that the Fates have given me the love of Juliet, for she’s a gem while I am but a stone. And see how patiently this goddess waits. She has her pick of any suitor. . . yet she’s chosen me and waits for me alone!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Gracious Damsel

I wonder whether this is love or lust,
If rain reigns in the day or dark night,
Confused as I lay low without foresight,
My soul sails through the sea of metal rust,
Clean my lens and brush my hair just to adjust, 
Hoping to see my diamond shine so bright,
This passion can`t be hidden but brought to light,
as I look at the sky to know who to trust.

Heaven smiles at me as my joy abound,
This reminds one that shinning stars are few,
Knowing that goodness and bliss will be found,
I walk towards my pearl for the time is due,
Her beauty and traits spin many heads around,
For her benevolence you have to take a queue.



*Valentine Poem* 


Copyright © olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2014

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Santa's Favorite - Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer

Santa Claus has travel worries at the North Pole,
With terrible winter storms brewing there afoot,
He knows Christmas is so close and so he must put
His children first now whom he loves deeply and whole! 
And so he must find red-nosed Rudolph to cajole
Him into guid’n his sleigh on Christmas Eve to boot,
For this would bring his kids so much joy—what a hoot!   
Rudolph’s red nose bright guiding them from the North Pole! 

Rudolph leads Santa’s reindeer on Christmas Eve Night,
While all shout out with joy on this blessed holy night!
Santa’s reindeer love Rudolph in equal measure,
For with him they won’t be lost—oh what a pleasure!
Rudolph’s glowing red nose shines now ever so bright,
As we all with Santa celebrate the Lord’s night!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, (December 12, 2014) 
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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The Modern Poets' Society

How different was the world of long ago
when writing was a special skill to hone,
and masters of this art were so well known
with names like Wordsworth, Shelley, Frost or Poe.
The realm of poetry began to grow
exceedingly as newer forms were sown
though now there are so few of world renown
while poetry itself sees endless flow!
The techno world allows us to be seen
on countless websites and we all can claim
to be a poet, but the irony
is that there barely is a thing to glean
from this, for often just to show one's name,
the poet pays the publisher a fee!

(A Miltonic Sonnet - I hope!) Written 4/30/14


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Praise God With Me

We praise You for the mysterious sea
We fear Your glorious Name above all Names
More than the sharpness of shark fangs
We will forever sing of Your glory.
Oh, Architect of all Earth’s beauty,
King above all kings that reign, 
Deliverer from our every chain,
You are so ever praiseworthy!

Your Son died and rose again,
He holds the keys to Your kingdom,
His blood washes clean our every sin.
Behold the Spirit He said You would send, 
No one surpasses Him in wisdom,
He is our ever-present friend.


Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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A Modern Woman's Plight

She wakens to the most ungodly ring tone- her husband's cell phone left there by her bed. And next, her damn alarm clock's blare is fed by noise of the neighbor’s lawn mower’s drone. At work, suppressing groans, she is a clone who answers e-mails, and with silent dread, takes clients' calls. Guff fills her pounding head; again and then again that ringing phone! Then finally she’s home. Ahhhh. . . . time to dine - except the children cannot break away from Face book - and the oldest starts to whine. Her hungry spouse then walks into the fray. Amidst it all, as if to underline her plight, that neighbor’s dog begins to bay! For Cyndi MacMillan's TIMELESS YET CONTEMPORARY, A SONNET THANG


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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A Blue Rose Sings

Upon a deep blue rose, a scented song,
so delicate of harmony and sweet;
a melody, whose strains of love replete
I mused upon. To whom could it belong?
To claim such ballad ought have felt so wrong,
but I could ne’er its memory delete;
each note an echo in my own heart’s beat,
alluring me to drift and sing along.

Though how I wish I’d never found the rose
whose music stirred a restlessness in me;
where love once blossomed only sorrow grows
from searching for a love that cannot be,
and timelessly a tear-blue river flows
through heartache’s vale to discontentment’s sea.



Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

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White Christmas

Father Christmas carries a sack
Filled with 420 kilos of crack
Father Christmas, give us a hit
Roll up a joint of your dankest sh*t
Father Spliffmas sing us a song
Get out your matches and light up the bong


Copyright © Casper Daccary | Year Posted 2014

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Death Watches

A vision through the haze of time and rhyme
a mirrored beauty, Helen sits and waits.
I see her through the window for it's late,
at dawn, I'll bring her death, for she's not mine.
As yet, the key's not turned in lock sublime,
and I will stand and wait as fear dictates.
The Master's carriage leaves at half past eight
then I approach the shrouded outer gate.

Through the door and to Helen's room, I run,
and grasp her tightly to my beating chest.
I tear the cloth from her and she's undone.
Helen prays for her Paris dispossessed, 
as on the satin sheets my stanchion drums
out of fight and breath, she acquiesced.




Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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I'VE GOT A BEE IN MY BONNET SONNET

I never enter every contest on soup Sometimes sponsors can be very hard to please Achieving first place is not always a breeze Some don’t like me writing poems about poop Yet every person is unique in our group Some wonderful poets with great expertise Writing different forms with consummate ease To be skilled like them then I’d be cock a hoop Yet people moan when they don’t get a high place Think their poetry is much better than 'mine' Tell the sponsors their judgment is a disgrace It saddens me their feelings are so malign Criticise until they are blue in the face For each of us thinks our poems are divine Written after reading Tommy Boy's recent blog Jan Allison N/A in contest judged on 20th November Submitted to trashed #4 sponsored by Broken Wings 10~17~15 Italian Sonnet - Rhyme Scheme - abbaabba cdcdcd


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015