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The Book -The Quatern Style by Petersen Potter, Dorian
Cynosure by Dietrich, Andrea
He Did Not Mince Words by Haight, Sandra
Today And Forever - The Quatern Style by Petersen Potter, Dorian
A Demoralizing Good-Bye by Rollings, Phillip
He'll Give You Love Peace And Hope -The Quatern Style by Petersen Potter, Dorian
TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT by Woo, San
Heart To Heart by Lindsey, Catie

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Yesterday's Joys

Yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
In my mind they reside endlessly
like bright recollections rosy in hue
or the notes of a sweet melody.

Sorrow and pain won’t burden me, for
yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
Rich in blessings, I’ll never be poor.
Happy memories carry me through.

The “good old days” end; along comes the new,
and so much of it also is sweet!
Yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
With the new ones, my soul is replete!

Sweet recollections never will cease,
for no matter what strife may ensue,
I know in the end, I will find peace.
Yesterday’s joys are more than a few!

First posted 10/30/2014
Now for the Any Poem Contest of Broken Wings


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Beatitude Number Three

Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”
It’s better - turn the other cheek
than let yourself lose self-control.
Vengeance will rob you of your soul.

A humble person is not weak.
Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”
When we use self-discipline,
we show God’s power from within!

God implied to stand for others -
not ourselves, but for our brothers.
Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”
Be thoughtful and with kindness speak!

The world is filled too much with pride.
Submit to God; be on His side!
If peace on earth is what you seek,
Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”

“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”  Matthew 5:5

Written Jan. 15, 2016  for the contest of Olive Eloisa Guillermo

*I don't know why this scripture did not come to me sooner; above all else I value kindness and I think this is the scripture I most fondly recall from my childhood days. Also I realized as I looked up the scripture, its number is 5:5. OH MY, my favorite number times two!!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Memories on Branches

Memories on branches live on and on - multiplying since the world’s first dawn. Fresh and beautiful in spring are we - buds that blossom on our family tree. We all need a place to build upon. Memories on branches will still live on even though - like summer birds - one day we may leave our nest and fly away. Busy we may be, but in the fall, we’ll look back and tenderly recall memories on branches have still lived on - bright like leaves that decorate our lawn. Winter’s snow covers us as we grow frail. Yet through our posterity, we know well what we’ve lived through never will be gone. Memories on branches live on and on. For the Memories Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Rain over Vietnam

There is the calm before the rain
It’s almost silent all around
The clouds expectant in the sky
Foreboding birds are homeward bound.

The soldiers stare at looming clouds
There is the calm before the rain
And yet there’s tension in the air
Will all this waiting be in vain?

They know the feeling well enough
The sun gets left out in the cold 
There is the calm before the rain
They have to be prepared and bold.

The sound of planes will soon be heard
Torrential bombs will fall again
But ‘til the heavens burst in floods
There is the calm before the rain. 

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Inspired by the song “Have you ever seen the rain?”
Sung by Credence Clearwater Revival.
With underlying reference to the Vietnam War.
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Contest: Screwed (Mar 2015)
Sponsor: Rob Carmack 
Placed: 7th


Rock N' Roll Contest sponsored by Kelly Deschler. NA



Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014

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When Winter Comes, Remember Me

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When Winter comes, remember me 
beside you on lush ivory sand. 
If icy fingers beckon thee, 
arise and brush aside her hand. 

As you awake on shortening days, 
when Winter comes, remember me. 
Hoar frost just may forsake her grays 
and let wet days set colors free. 

Light snow may fall so subtly, 
pale notes on parchment sheer as sleet, 
when Winter comes. Remember me
and I shall play each shivering sheet. 

July's abundant harvest gone, 
I'm owed no Summer memory 
but hope you will, from this day on, 
when Winter comes, remember me....

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Name: Lycia Harding
Date: Oct 28, 2015
Contest: Any Sad Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings


Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Nature Sounds

The wind against the trees make a rustling A sound unlike any other around The rubbing of the limbs craft a bustling It’s a subtle music which brings this sound Even the lake near land has a ripple The wind against the trees make a rustling And the grass nearby swishes and baffles And the wind seems to give a great panting The water has another sound, bubbling Sounds permeate all throughout this calm place The wind against the trees make a rustling Mountain sits mighty with sounds on its face Even the light seems to speak of high marks The scene enlightens higher than heartstrings Sound is the number one part that embarks The wind against the trees make a rustling…
Russell Sivey Contest: 'SOUNDS' Sponsor: FRANK H. 5/11/2013


Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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A Thing of Beauty

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A thing of beauty on her wrist
is confiscated by a nurse
who looks for items soldiers missed
in places (and by means) much worse.

They brand her when she enters camp,
a thing of beauty on her wrist
replaced by Hitler's horrid stamp,
a stinging band below her fist.

They marched her mother through the mist
on to the bath that was her last,
a thing of beauty on HER wrist
gone too, she saw as Mama passed.

Now, she who bears the mark of war
lives free and wears her scar not with
remorse... it's more, at eighty-four,
a thing of beauty on her wrist...

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Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Wait for me to come home - Quatern

Wait for me to come home to you
it's hard, but we can see this through
Distance is tough, but we are strong
my heart beats lyrics to our song

Trust me, you don't need something new
wait for me to come home to you
Soon we'll be in each others arms
enlightened by those subtle charms

These words are honest and sincere
please keep the faith and have no fear
Wait for me to come home to you
being without you makes me blue

All relationships have these tests
not what the fairytale suggests
One day all our dreams will come true
wait for me to come home to you

27 January 2016
SHOW ME QUATERN POETRY! (I Like Mine Rhymed) - Poetry Contest by Andrea Dietrich

8 Syllables per line
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Quatern

A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line.







Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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As Swallows Call

The daffodils are dying now,
soft yellow silks wear hues of brown;
in weariness they rest their brow,
against the breeze, in jaded gown.

‘neath cotton clouds and powder blue
the daffodils are dying now;
as fleeting as the morning dew,
their beauty sways by shade of bough,

with trumpets dipped in muted vow
to yield their last remaining glow. 
The daffodils are dying now
as blossom reigns o’er winter snow.

And at the final curtain fall,
no encore, just a graceful bow,
as first arriving swallows call
“The daffodils are dying now”


Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

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May Lilacs Linger Everlastingly

May lilacs linger everlastingly
in dreams he dreams of me. Whenever he,
by chance, is in a pitch black room alone,
may he recall the scent of my cologne.

As long as I can write sweet poetry,
may lilacs linger everlastingly.
May he recall our love song slowly playing;
how we danced, pressed together, swaying.

And may he still remember my warm breath
against his cheek. Beyond his very death,
may lilacs linger everlastingly
the same way he stays in my memory.

Oh, may he not forget - when shadows fall -
our kisses in the dark. We had it all!
My darling man, may he remember me.
May lilacs linger everlastingly

written Dec. 31, 2015 

Now For the For the Best Love Poem #4 Poetry Contest of PD


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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We are all strippers on a stage

We are all strippers on a stage
choreographed of broken dreams.
Our materialistic schemes
drown values in whiskey bottles.


We are all strippers on a stage
who put down our pillow case veils,
dawned a garter belt, sold our souls
for the price of our panty hose.

We are all strippers on a stage
who can not keep with this life style: 
with nights too long and days too short,
where a candle burns on both ends 

a center burns out; we sell out.
We are all strippers on a stage:
vibrate and shimmer for dollars,
feed this addictive scenery.

(modified quatern)


Copyright © tara jennings | Year Posted 2010

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Adrift - A Quatern

As raindrops grace my windowpane,
My thoughts return to you again;
Beneath those cliffs of 'Evermore',
That morn along that rocky shore.

My mind ablaze, in that old flame,
As raindrops grace my windowpane;
Beneath those veils of silver mist,
Drenched in the bliss, of that first kiss.

Lost lover to that ocean's roar,
Cannon, the one that I adore;
As raindrops grace my windowpane,
I am consumed by you again.

A soul on fire, now set adrift,
I sail beneath those purple cliffs;
Upon a sea of joy and pain,
As raindrops grace my windowpane. 

Written:  January 29th, 2016



 




Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016

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Butterfly Memories

Butterfly memories never can die. They shine, so I don’t even have to try to search for them, for easily I find them in a small gold box inside my mind. When I’m melancholy, they make me sigh. Butterfly memories never can die. I give my treasure box a tiny tap, and memories awaken from their nap. How beautiful are my jeweled butterflies. They softly flutter as I watch them rise. Butterfly memories never can die. I take them out sometimes to let them fly. They settle on my muse from time to time, then sparkle forth with words of rhyme sublime! Though my soul will leave this realm by and by, butterfly memories never can die. written May 19, 2016 for the ___________ memories contest of PD


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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The Loss of Wisdom

They mourn wisdom not yet learned It flounces from their grasp, withers Away in the solar wind it burns Itself in the remnants of What once was a beautiful mind, They mourn wisdom not yet learned In this instanced reality Parallel our own treasured find Whisked away on the breeze it yearns Awhile for its past then thinks, as They mourn wisdom not yet learned These creatures of habit turn to Only what they knew, will never know The truth in starlight again nor the Real beauty of the sun's glow They mourn wisdom not yet learned
"Nolite umquam oblivisci" *Took 5th place in the February 2012 International Poetry Soup contest.


Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011

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A Bicycle in the Wind


On a bicycle, freedom's flight Pedaling 'cross the horizon Reflections of blue in my sight With dreams of lassoing the sun A girl's spinning wheels leave the ground On a bicycle, freedom's flight O'er the treetops without a sound Veils of darkness fall out of sight Wishing in the morning star's light Bright tomorrows, I wait to greet On a bicycle, freedom's flight My pink beauty with flowered seat Dark days return and tides do rise Still, memories soothe in the night Two wheels like wings of butterflies On a bicycle, freedom's flight


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

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Circles

Circles, circles always circles
time turning round and round
seasons come and seasons go
and the sky flows endlessly on.

From birth to death turning
circles, circles always circles
spiralling in blaze of colour
the pretty flowers live their cycle.

Relentless is mother nature
as all things she controls in
circles, circles always circles
just keep up with the flow.

A life starts while another ends
as the planets daily keep their cycle
and moon and sun bow to each other
circles, circles always circles.


Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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A Brittle Rose





I was wrong to think that roses would last forever You brought them to me that day so long ago My heart was captured by your boyish smile You were not yet a man and that I didn't know We made promises and our hearts were glad But you were gone when life began to show its face Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses And memories of that time that I can not erase


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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A matter of Truth

In ponderings of wanderings Of contemplations incomplete In one’s life are found blunderings All human concepts have conceit Bound of the precept of the truth In ponderings of wanderings Serpent slithers, always aloof Nary a proof of his spawning Many lives he is squandering His power is in his disguise In ponderings of wanderings By pretentious love, his devise Lifting the voices of trumpet Of truth never the plundering The love of truth is triumphant In ponderings of wanderings ================= In honor of Dr Ram And contest


Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011

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Today And Forever

~Today And Forever~ 
(Quatern) 



Without God don't know where I'd be 
He sends blessings that's clear to see 
He gives love today forever 
Grants forgiveness and leaves never

No matter what He sees thru all 
Without God don't know where I'd be 
There are days it's hard to stand tall 
He sends blessings that's clear to see

No matter what He sees thru all 
With Jesus thru things I can go 
Without God don't know where I'd be 
With his divine love each day grow 

He gives love today forever 
He sends blessings that's clear to see 
Grants forgiveness and leaves never 
Without God don't know where I'd be. 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2011


September.15.2015 


Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Silver Strands

Her dark hair, laced with silver strands,
cascaded once with sable glint,
then lost (with drifting of the sands
of time) the chasteness of its tint.

It still grows long, but she has kept
her dark hair laced with silver strands
pulled back, attractively upswept,
at times enwrapped in stylish bands.

She misses days of few demands,
the ragtop down, her locks wind-tossed.
Her dark hair laced with silver strands
reminds her now of all she's lost. . .

She combs it out in dying light
of dusk and dreams a lover's hands
touch something soft as moon-streaked night,
her dark hair, laced with silver strands.




Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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I am a Narcissus White

I am a Narcissus (White)

Once, I stole a glance
Upon my petalled like
Saw, they stood no chance
Of matching my delight

I turned from seeking beauty
In natures glory field
The bright, the gaudy, sultry
To none I’d ever yield

Standing by this pond
Reflection I do see
Of the one I’m fond
Me, admiring me

I’ll stand here till I die
Ignore those which I’m kinned
Obsessed with being I
Till perish with the wind.


I chose Narcissus (White)
Its meaning =Selfishness

For Picture Yourself as a Flower Contest
Sponsor; Andrea Dietrich


Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2015

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Snowflake


A crystal lattice so Devine
Slowly falling on earth supine
Surely we now must redefine
Our place in nature so sublime

Such elegant beauty a shrine
A crystal lattice so Devine
Each delicate flake is a sign
Slivers of heaven gods design

Ephemeral glory is thine
Fragile resplendence so benign
A crystal lattice so Devine
Fleeting splendour to death consign

Complex simplicity combine
Enchantment one cannot decline
Nor Michelangelo refine
A crystal lattice so Devine 


Dedicated to my friend Mary Jo who so loves the snow.
Written 04/05/2015








Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015

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The Soft Songs Sung By Bread

I liked the soft songs sung by Bread, a group whose lyrics filled my head, for each day from my radio I’d hear their music sweetly flow.
At night, relaxing on my bed, I liked the soft songs sung by Bread. I’d sing along while listening to songs like “If” and “Make It With You.” To “Baby I’m a Want You” I would think of one I loved and sigh. When by romance my heart was led, I liked the soft songs sung by Bread. Who wrote those lovely lyrics sung? I didn’t care, for I was young with many years before me spread. I liked the soft songs sung by Bread! Inspired by Michael J. Falotico's Contest: What Songwriter or writers Inspire you????
*David Gates is the songwriter and the originator of the group called Bread, most famous for its soft romantic songs of the early 70's. To know more about him, please click on "About Poem."


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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WISHING ON A SHOOTING STAR

Just wishing on a shooting star Shimmery streak in the night sky Wistful eyes, clasped palms, mouth ajar Countless desires piling up high Mesmerized heart has stopped beating Just wishing on a shooting star Timeless moment, am savoring Fly me away to dreamland far Realms of real life drift afar Stack of suppressed dreams form towers Just wishing on a shooting star Let there be meteor showers! One silver strand for each sweet wish Sprinkling glitter from God's gold jar Soaking in the heavenly bliss Just wishing on a shooting star 10/8/2012


Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012

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BIRDSONG


When velvet robins dive below to herald new spring’s premier show, a chorus lilts along the quay inviting waters to sashay. How music tweets in deepened glow when velvet robins dive below; their wings flitting before my eyes as senses thrill in beamed surprise. And by the coast, the jasmines hop through fancy tunes of birds, non-stop when velvet robins dive below reflecting season’s brightest flow. Timbre of notes brush like wind-chimes along the trails of night sublime; I feel my heart aching to row when velvet robins dive below. Regina Riddle's Animal Contest


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014