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I did it my way

I have no regrets, I did it my way! I know I have a few under my skin. That's life with passion I always say. Come fly with me; lets go for a spin. I know I have a few under my skin. Maybe she can fly with me to the moon. Come fly with me; lets go for a spin. I'm not afraid; we will be leaving soon. Maybe she can fly with me to the moon. We can dance like strangers in the night. I'm not afraid; we will be leaving soon. We're young at heart, our future is bright. We can dance like strangers in the night. You and the night and the music delight. We're young at heart, our future is bright. My heart has high hopes; this feels so right. You and the night and the music delight. I'm a fool to want you, but it's too late. My heart has high hopes; this feels so right. Almost like being in love - might be fate. I'm a fool to want you, but it's too late. Something about the way you looked that night. Almost like being in love - might be fate, but, said something stupid - gave her a fright. Something about the way you looked that night. Luck be a lady, stars were adorning, but, said something stupid - gave her a fright. She left in the wee small hours of the morning. Luck be a lady, stars were adorning, It was a very good year; not all in vain. She left in the wee small hours of the morning. Maybe she thinks I'll never smile again. It was a very good year; not all in vain. That's life with passion I always say. Maybe she thinks I'll never smile again. I have no regrets, I did it my way!
30 April 2016 The Silent One. A pantoum using song titles from a musician. Below are the titles I used by Frank Sinatra. My way Ive got you under my skin That's life Come fly with me Fly me to the moon Strangers in the night I'm not afraid Young at heart You and the night and the music High hopes I'm a fool to want you Almost like being in love The way you looked that night Something stupid In the wee small hours of the morning Luck be a lady I'll never smile again It was a very good year


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Changing Sky

Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed
Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
Evening shadows tiptoe to what the sun has said
And now it's time to listen,  to what the moon will say

Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
We'll watch the sun dip gently,  in the cooling twilight air
And now it's time to listen,  to what the moon will say
All the daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair

We'll watch the sun dip gently in the cooling twilight air
Let's be witness to the fire that burns in evening's sky
All the daytime weary creatures, have gone to nest and lair
While twilight paints it's crimson colors on a canvas vast and wide 

Let's be witness to the fire that burns in evening's sky
Time suspends as if one moment, in this fragile hush of time
While twilight paints it's crimson colors on a canvas vast and wide 
And then we'll see the faintest trace of stars begin to climb

Time suspends as if one moment, in this fragile hush of time
So gently, watch the dark erase the last of fading light
And then we'll see the faintest trace of stars begin to climb
Enclosing us within the change,  of shadows of the night

So gently, watch the dark erase the last of fading light
Evening shadows tiptoe to what the sun has said
Enclosing us within the change,  of shadows of the night

Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed...


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6//26/13


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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MAGICAL MOONLIGHT - A PANTOUM

I watch moonbeams dance on an inky sea Clouds drift on by, oh how the moon does shine Moonlight shadows always fascinate me This ever-changing scene is so divine Clouds drift on by, oh how the moon does shine As I stroll down to the sea late at night This ever-changing scene is so divine Stars are twinkling, giving celestial light As I stroll down to the sea late at night I’m captivated by such stunning skies Stars are twinkling, giving celestial light Until the morning sun begins to rise I’m captivated by such stunning skies Moonlight shadows always fascinate me Until the morning sun begins to rise I watch moonbeams dance on an inky sea Contest A Pantoum - A poet’s Choice. Sponsored by Eve Roper 22~03~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Sun shines on the righteous

It’s only the good that die young. I sadly have found it seems true. While evil across earth is flung, God’s purest of souls are too few. I sadly have found it seems true the wicked live long past their prime. God’s purest of souls are too few. On earth they live but a short time. The wicked live long past their prime. The goodly to heaven do go. On earth they live but a short time. The sun shines on the righteous though! The goodly to heaven do go, while evil across earth is flung. The sun shines on the righteous. . . though It’s only the good that die young! Written April 12, 2016 for The sun shines on the righteous Poetry Contest of Seren Roberts


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Night Silence

Twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night, with my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars, the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright, I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar. With my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars, there is a symphony shining through the constellations, I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar, between sundown and nightfall there is a correlation. There is a symphony shining through the constellations, I feel a tune so vibrant with echoes of a midnight chorus, between sundown and nightfall there is a correlation, I see the paragon moon reflect equanimity before us. I feel a tune so vibrant with echoes of a midnight chorus, the stillness exclaims compassion for the world to see, I see the paragon moon reflect equanimity before us, Mother Nature has created nocturnal brilliance, so free. The stillness exclaims compassion for the world to see, for some the silence of nightfall seems so hard to find, Mother Nature has created nocturnal brilliance, so free, as the halcyon dusk sets, ready for the destiny of mankind. For some the silence of nightfall seems so hard to find, the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright, as the halcyon dusk sets, ready for the destiny of mankind, twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night. New or Old 5-Poetry Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper Date Written: June 14, 2016


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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White Cane

He walked down Goverment Road West
With a white cane, in shaking hand
Wearing Stevie wonder glasses
People called him the pop bottle man

With a white cane, in shaking hand
At the time he seemed old to me
People called him the pop bottle man
Searching the alleys for his treasures

At the time he seemed old to me
Frail in a menacing sorta way
Searching the alleys for his treasures
Bottles he spotted a mile away

Frail in a menacing sorta way
Us kids all stayed away from him
Bottles he spotted a mile away
I wondered why he carried a white cane

Us kids all stayed away from him
Until that day I took a chance
I wondered why he carried a white cane
Curiosity got the best of me

Until that day I took a chance
That man had been a mystery
Curiosity got the best of me
When I asked him why he smiled at me

That man had been a mystery
A lonely guy wandering the street
When I asked him why, he smiled at me
I handed him my bottle, he said thanks

A lonely guy wandering the street
Wearing Stevie wonder glasses
I handed him my bottle, he said thanks
He walked down Goverment Road West

I watch

Pop Bottle Man
Doing his blind man shuffle
When he sees a bottle 
he moves towards it with ease
Dancing with glee 
a spring in his step
More fluid than a summer breeze

He can see at twenty paces
Eyesight crystal clear
Through dark glasses 
I watch him peer
Collecting his bottles
In plastic bags
The treasure that he holds so dear

Pop Bottle Man
His cane for protection
Illusion is the game he plays
What some see as crazy
May not be the case
If you take time to study his ways

For Gautami's Sketch a  Character Contest.

I was inspired to write more after the Pantoum because of Drakes Comment.
written by Richard Lamoureux on October 23, 2014.





Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Winter's Garden

High shadows loom on garden walls.
They tremble in the winter’s breeze.
As from the heavens powder falls,
they mimic naked limbs of trees.

They tremble in the winter’s breeze;
forlorn, they sway as low winds moan.
They mimic naked limbs of trees.
Frail shadows now have thicker grown.

Forlorn, they sway as low winds moan.
The winds surcease, no more to blow.
Frail shadows now have thicker grown.
On arms of trees are coats of snow!

The winds surcease, no more to blow.
As from the heavens powder falls,
on arms of trees are coats of snow.
High shadows loom on garden walls.


3/16/15 For the Repeat After Me contest of Rachael Firmin



Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Night - A Pantoum Lullaby

Night spreads its magic cloak of midnight blue across the sky. Serenity slips down. I sing this pantoum lullaby for you as stars, like sequins, sparkle all around. Across the sky, serenity slips down beneath moon’s watchful gaze and steady glow. As stars like sequins sparkle all around, drift into Dreamland with my lyrics’ flow. Beneath moon’s watchful gaze and steady glow, I sing each line and then a second time! Drift into Dreamland with my lyrics’ flow. How restful is sweet rhythm and its rhyme. I sing each line and then a second time at end of day when sky holds poetry. How restful is sweet rhythm and its rhyme. In repetition lies security. At end of day when sky holds poetry, I sing this pantoum lullaby for you. In repetition lies security. Night spreads its magic cloak of midnight blue. For the Night Silence Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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He Was My Sun

He was my sun, my one and only son,
and dressed up as a cowboy for the day.
And so I handed him a little gun
of fastened random sticks, for him to shoot and play.

And dressed up as a cowboy for the day
he found some foes (with bows and arrows made
of fastened random sticks for them) to shoot, and play
the part of injuns in a mock charade.

He found some foes (with bows and arrows made)
in his story books before he left for school.
The parts of injuns, in a mock charade,
were tainted with a crimson war paint, oh so cruel.

In history books, before he left from school -
the tales retold, of victories that we’d won,
were tainted with a crimson war paint, oh so cruel -
the flow of paint was not to staunch when once begun.

From tales retold, of victories that we’d won,
he learned to fight for god and country glory, though
the flow of pain, ’twas not to staunch when once begun
and cruel to both sides (as he’d later come to know).

He learned to fight for god and country glory, though
the wounds of war were still unseen (though nigh)
and cruel to both sides (as we’d later come to know);
and soon he stuffed his bag with several things of youth and said goodbye.

The wounds of war were still unseen. Though nigh,
the hours boomed, the clock struck 12, before his time to leave,
and soon he stuffed his bag with several things of youth and said goodbye
to those who’d stay and even those who didn’t grieve.

The hours boomed, the clock struck 12, before his time to leave -
they brought back bags they’d stuffed with severed things of those who’d died
to those who’d stayed. And even those who didn’t grieve
with tears were stiff and masked like wooden boxes meant to hide.

They brought back bags they’d stuffed with severed things of those who’d died.
They brought his boots back, camouflaged with mud.
With tears, the stiff were masked in wooden boxes meant to hide
our children from the spilling of their blood.

They brought his boots back, camouflaged with mud.
They said they’d needed him to help defend
our children from the spilling of their blood.
But can they ever see or really comprehend?

They said they’d needed him to help defend,
and so they handed him a little gun.
But can they ever see or really comprehend?
He was my sun, my one and only son...



Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2012

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Love is more powerful than hate

Ignore those who make you fearful and sad. (Rumi) Love is always more powerful than hate. It's simple to tell who is good and bad. Those who spread rumours are playing with fate. Love is always more powerful than hate, freedom of speech is your God given right. Those who spread rumours are playing with fate, never back down, always stand up and fight. Freedom of speech is your God given right, don't be afraid;, if they can't hear you - SHOUT! Never back down, always stand up and fight, with a strong stance no one can push you out. Don't be afraid; if they can't hear you - SHOUT! The intelligent ones will know the truth. With a strong stance no one can push you out, you'll be hitting home runs, just like Babe Ruth. The intelligent ones will know the truth, with a smile, be true to what you believe. You'll be hitting home runs, just like Babe Ruth, let them know there is much more up your sleeve. With a smile, be true to what you believe, life is full of obstacles in your way. Let them know there is much more up your sleeve, nothing they can do will ruin your day. Life is full of obstacles in your way. It's simple to tell who is good and bad. Nothing they can do will ruin your day. Ignore those who make you fearful and sad.
23 May 2016 10 syllables per line. Pantoum poem A rare form of poetry. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Too much love will kill you

My heart is breaking, but the show must go on. Too much love will kill you, if you try too hard. Love of my life, don't leave me; where have you gone? You're my best friend, but you have left me scarred. Too much love will kill you, if you try too hard. I feel hurt, but still you take my breath away. You're my best friend, but you have left me scarred. "You'll find somebody to love," is all you can say. I feel hurt, but you still take my breath away. You walk through the door, and say "Don't stop me now." "You'll find somebody to love," is all you can say. You want to break free? It does raise an eyebrow. You walk through the door, and say "Don't stop me now." Crazy little thing called love has turned to rust. You want to break free? It does raise an eyebrow. What do you care - another one bites the dust Crazy little thing called love has turned to rust. Without you it seems I'm going slightly mad. What do you care - another one bites the dust. Who wants to live forever - I feel so sad. Without you it seems I'm going slightly mad. I need your loving tonight, but you're not here. Who wants to live forever - I feel so sad. I was born to love you, but now live in fear. I need your loving tonight, but you're not here. These are supposed to be the days of our lives. I was born to love you, but now live in fear, as I listen to Queen's musical archives. These are supposed to be the days of our lives. Love of my life, don't leave me; where have you gone? As I listen to Queen's musical archives, my heart is breaking, but the show must go on!
29 April 2016 The Silent One Wanted to experiment doing a pantoum using music titles. This poem has used 15 of Queen's titles as below. I could not get in my favourite song Bohemian Rhapsody! The Show Must Go On Too Much Love Will Kill You Love Of My Life You're My Best Friend You Take My Breath Away Somebody To Love Don't Stop Me Now I Want To Break Free Crazy Little Thing Called Love Another One Bites The Dust I'm Going Slightly Mad Who Wants To Live Forever Need Your Loving Tonight I Was Born To Love You These Are The Days Of Our Lives Pantoum poem A rare form of poetry. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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A time to say goodbye

Are you convinced you want to say goodbye? Trust me darling you're making a mistake. If you do not care, then why do you cry? You can't hide your feelings; behaving fake. Trust me darling you're making a mistake. As fire turns to ash your words disintegrate. You can't hide your feelings; behaving fake. I'll shine like a diamond, you'll know your fate. As fire turns to ash your words disintegrate. Destiny guides towards an unknown path. I'll shine like a diamond, you'll know your fate. Be careful my love, world has too much wrath. Destiny guides towards an unknown path. Shadows disappear, washed away in rain. Be careful my love, world has too much wrath. My heart will heal, it does not live in pain. Shadows disappear, washed away in rain. I will not blame you for starless night skies. My heart will heal, it does not live in pain. No tears shed, you shall never hear my cries. I will not blame you for starless night skies. I know it is clouds that disguise the moon. No tears shed, you shall never hear my cries. Nothing lasts forever, some leave too soon. I know it is clouds that disguise the moon. Like weather, memories drift in the air. Nothing lasts forever, some leave too soon. Fragile blossoms perish without good care. Like weather, memories drift in the air. What we believed, died a premature death. Fragile blossoms perish without good care. Like promises to love, until last breath. What we believed, died a premature death. Sandman declined to bring dreams, we hoped for, like promises to love, until last breath. Don't look back when you walk through that door. Sandman declined to bring dreams, we hoped for. Lovers cannot continue to be friends. Don't look back when you walk through that door, broken hearted, hoping the torment ends. Lovers cannot continue to be friends. If you do not care, then why do you cry? Broken hearted, hoping the torment ends, Are you convinced you want to say goodbye?
25 April 2016 The Silent One 10 syllables per line. I was challenged by a Malaysian friend to do 10 stanza, so I did 11! Pantoum poem A rare form of poetry. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It odes not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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A Marriage of Seasons

November’s sitting at her loom.
For gown of lace, a wrap she weaves,
And when she meets her dauntless groom,
They’ll dance among the fallen leaves.

For gown of lace, a wrap she weaves.
Her groom shall wear a silver suit.
They’ll dance among the fallen leaves,
Their special song, a lone owl’s hoot.

Her groom shall wear a silver suit.
She’ll don the woven pearl-gray shawl.
Their special song, a lone owl’s hoot,
They’ll waltz at Autumn’s farewell ball.

She’ll don the woven pearl-gray shawl,
And when she meets her dauntless groom,
They’ll waltz at Autumn’s farewell ball.
November’s sitting at her loom.

By Andrea Dietrich

For SandyIvy's Good Enough Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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City of Joy,Kolkata,6 PM

Gradually she changes her dress at the end of this winter day like a beautiful stage actress preparing herself for a play. At the end of this winter day City of Joy as she is called preparing herself for a play diamond petals slowly unfurled. City of Joy as she is called wearing her glittering ornaments diamond petals slowly unfurled blooming like a rose God sent. Wearing her glittering ornaments anklet to bracelet of lights blooming like a rose God sent waiting for visitors of night. Anklet to bracelet of lights Howrah Bridge is her necklace waiting for visitors of night checks her face on the Ganges. Howrah Bridge is her necklace like a beautiful stage actress checks her face on the Ganges gradually she changes her dress. © kash poet 2012 **Click on "About this poem" to see her necklace,The Howrah Bridge ========================000======================== Placement:5th ;(January 2012) Contest:City Lights Sponsor:Debi Guzzie


Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012

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For Only A Moment

Did it have to last for only a moment,
our love withered before the flowers you sent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a relationship so newfound and innocent.

Our love withered before the flowers you sent,
your early departure I could not prevent,
a relationship so newfound and innocent,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent.

Your early departure I could not prevent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent,
did it have to last for only a moment.





Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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Heavenly Kiss

You flew to me from beyond the clouds
Sent to soothe my troubled heart
I felt the warmth of your kiss on my forehead 
In that moment my sadness blew away

Sent to soothe my troubled heart
You looked deep within my very soul
In that moment my sadness blew away
With your help I escaped the gray

You looked deep within my very soul
A breath of light into the darkness
With your help I escaped the gray
Your angel eyes looked into mine

A breath of light into the darkness
So much comfort yet no words spoken
Your angel eyes looked into mine
For me a glimpse of heaven's glory

So much comfort yet no words spoken
I felt the warmth of your kiss on my forehead
For me a glimpse of heaven's glory
You flew to me from beyond the clouds


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Wayward Child

Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now, alone bereft.

Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left:
beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide;
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now alone, bereft.
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside.

Beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide,
we conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief.

We conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
In cold or torrid waves, spent passion now abides,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief,
ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide.





Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Wonderful tonight

Layla, you look so wonderful tonight. Beautiful eyes like diamonds made from rain. After midnight lets dance in the moonlight. I'm your forever man, king of the swain. Beautiful eyes like diamonds made from rain. Before you accuse me, I had to look. I'm your forever man, king of the swain. You're no bad love, you're perfect in my book. Before you accuse me, I had to look, as I can't stand it when you turn away You're no bad love, you're perfect in my book, I will be there and not lead you astray As I can't stand it when you turn away, please stop pretending and ask me to stay. I will be there and not lead you astray, our love, let it grow in every way. Please stop pretending and ask me to stay. No Alibis, this time it is for real. Our love, let it grow in every way, spiral like that old love we used to feel No Alibis, this time it is for real, to believe in life our love must flourish. Spiral like that old love we used to feel, blessings fall like rain so we can nourish. To believe in life our love must flourish the core of my love is 24/7. Blessings fall like rain so we can nourish let it rain, so there's no tears in heaven. The core of my love is 24/7, one glimpse and I'm like superman inside. Let it rain, so there's no tears in heaven. Accept this golden ring to be my bride. One glimpse and I'm like superman inside. After midnight lets dance in the moonlight. Accept this golden ring to be my bride. Layla, you look so wonderful tonight.
27 June 2016 Musical pantoum using song titles by Eric Clapton, listed below. Layla Wonderful Tonight Diamonds Made from Rain After Midnight Forever Man Before You Accuse Me Bad Love I Can't Stand It I Will Be There Pretending Let It Grow Old Love No Alibis Spiral Believe In Life Fall Like Rain The Core Let It Rain Tears In Heaven Superman Inside Golden Ring 10 syllables per line. Pantoum poem A rare form of poetry. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Take Me Back

Faded photographs; a sentimental knick knack; a much loved movie from so many years ago. The times I chance on things like these, it takes me back. The person that I used to be, I hardly know. A much loved movie from so many years ago - so out of style today, not like it used to seem. The person that I used to be, I hardly know. Time brought me swiftly to the Now. It seems a dream. So out of style today, not like it used to seem - that saved old pair of jeans; that certain special song. Time brought me swiftly to the Now. It seems a dream, I grow unsure if in this new world I belong. That saved old pair of jeans; that certain special song; the times I chance on things like these, they take me back. I grow unsure if in this new world I belong. Faded photographs; a sentimental knick knack!
Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Back to Back" Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Life on Mars

This is Major Tom to Ground Control; do you hear me? Its been almost a year now I've been stranded on Mars. I'm closer to God, but he don't seem to hear my plea. In the clear Martian night, my only friends are the stars. Its been almost a year now I've been stranded on Mars, sitting in a tin can feeling lonely, sad and blue. In the clear Martian night, my only friends are the stars, silently splashing the morning in bitter cold dew. Sitting in a tin can feeling lonely, sad and blue, missing my beloved, wondering if she still waits. Silently splashing the morning in bitter cold dew, the Star-man is near, but is too afraid to be mates. Missing my beloved, wondering if she still waits, I take my protein pills, hoping to go home soon. The star-man is near, but is too afraid to be mates. The topography is an abundance of red dunes. I take my protein pills, hoping to go home soon. Olympus Mons and Valles Marineris, become a bore. The topography is an abundance of red dunes. I'm getting tired of bouncing up and down on the floor. Olympus Mons and Valles Marineris, become a bore. I'm closer to God, but he don't seem to hear my plea. I'm getting tired of bouncing up and down on the floor. This is Major Tom to Ground Control; do you hear me?
In memory of David Bowie R.I.P 10 May 2016 Life On Mars - Poetry Contest by Brian Davey Footnote: Olympus Mons is the tallest volcano in the solar system, reaching 16 miles (25 kilometers) above its surrounding plains. Valles Marineris, on the other hand, is a giant system of valleys about the distance from Los Angeles to New York. Pantoum poem A rare form of poetry. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing. It does not have to rhyme nor have a syllable restriction.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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''Beautiful Scars''


      These scars on my soul are beautiful and painful,
Deep gashes that cannot be seen except in my eyes;
           The sorrow I keep within me is dreadful,
My short life has been full of death and whys.

      Deep gashes that cannot be seen except in my eyes,
I thought the passage of time would heal the scars;
            My short life has been full of death and whys,
At night all my beloved are the sparkling stars.

      I thought the passage of time would heal the scars,
I take two white roses to the tomb of my babies;
            At night my beloved are the sparkling stars,
My forever grief is full of long past sweet reveries.

      I take two white roses to the tomb of my babies,
Weeping I touch all the names engraved in stone;
           My forever grief is full of long past reveries,
Within my soul the forever sorrow still moans.

      Weeping I touch all the names engraved in stone,
Yet from this pain something beautiful was to be;
            Within my soul the forever sorrows still moan,
And I write from a scarred soul my sad poetry.

      Yet from this pain something beautiful was to be,
The sorrow I keep within me is dreadful;
            And I write from a scarred soul my poetry,
These scars on my soul are beautiful and painful.

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Written, November 2015

Pantoum

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Submitted to the contest, A Poem You Are Proud OF, Skat, Forth Place

Submitted to the contest, Favorite, sponsor, Casarah Nance, First Place 

Submitted to the contest, Best Old Poem, sponsor, Judy Konos, First Place

Submitted to the contest, Beautiful Scars, sponsor, Laura Loo, Second Place

Featured poem on Arthur Vaso's poetry site, 2016

Put to music, 2015

Poem Of The Day, December 17, 2015


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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Your Touch Means So Much

Your Touch Means So Much
 
Your touch means so much to me my love,
As we hold each other with intense passion.
We know our love has God’s blessing above;
Our bond for eternity shall always be in fashion.   

As we hold each other with intense passion,
We dazzle with emotion pure on this Earth.
Our bond for eternity shall always be in fashion,
As we approach our souls’ nexus of rebirth.

We dazzle with emotion pure on this Earth.
We know our love has God’s blessing above,
As we approach our souls’ nexus of rebirth.
Your touch means so much to me my love.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
July 31, 2015 (Pantoum)



Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Leather Jacket

Leather jacket draped over her shoulders
My feeble attempt at gallantry
Protecting sweet maiden from the cold
A small smile spreads over her face

My feeble attempt at gallantry
Still I longed for the rain to reveal her breasts
A small smile spreads over her face
The rain would have soaked her blouse

Still I longed for the rain to reveal her breasts
The fabric clinging to those lovely curves
The rain would have soaked her blouse
We ran together my hand around her waist

The fabric clinging to those lovely curves
I could feel her softness my heart pounding
We ran together my hand around her waist
Coming to rest under an old oak tree

I could feel her softness my heart pounding
She allowed my hands to explore
Coming to rest under an old oak tree
Lips joined as my jacket fell to the ground

She allowed my hands to explore
My feeble attempt at Gallantry
Created the moment that brought me here
A small smile spreads over her face


I broke the Pantoum form with the very last line but
I prefer it this way. Besides, my hands were already engaged.

Leather Jacket on Shoulders Contest
 


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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The Fairest of All the Roses

The fairest of all the roses in the walled garden’s afternoon hush, this blossom delicately poses, making the other blooms blush, In the walled garden’s afternoon hush, while standing enticingly making the other blooms blush, is a beauty gazing at me. While standing enticingly, with her soft upswept auburn hair, is a beauty gazing at me. She answers this lonely man’s prayer! With soft upswept auburn hair; in her long flowing gown of white, she answers this lonely man’s prayer, making the garden grow bright. In her long flowing gown of white, this blossom delicately poses, making the garden grow bright - the fairest of all the roses! For the George Dunlop Leslie Poetry Contest of Isaiah Zerbst
The Picture is called "In Walled Garden" See at this link: http://www.ebay.com/itm/GEORGE-DUNLOP-LESLIE-In-Walled-Garden-print-NEW-/190409030838


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Summer Wind of Sea

Bless me with the magic you possess,
wafting balm of coolness through the air.
Summer wind of sea, erase my stress
as I languish beachside in this chair.

Wafting balm of coolness through the air,
soothe my mind and breathe sweet peace to me.
As I languish beachside in this chair,
whisper in my ear . . . tranquility.

Soothe my mind and breathe sweet peace to me.
Fan my sun-drenched face, oh, gentle breeze.
Whisper in my ear. . . tranquility.
Do refresh! I’m feeling so at ease.

Fan my sun-drenched face, oh, gentle breeze.
Summer wind of sea, erase my stress.
Do refresh! I’m feeling so at ease.
Bless me with the magic you possess!


By Andrea Dietrich
Motif:  Nature



Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010