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A Single Red Rose by Koomoa , Cheryl
We Are The Brightest Stars Among All Gods Creations:Answer Me by JOHRI, BIHU
Actions Speak Louder Than Words by Poteet, Reason A.
Misunderstood by Sassy, Miss
THE AFRICAN MAN by Richards, Suzette
Desire by Zammit, Ronald
Summer Breeze by Canerdy, Janice
FESTIVAL IN MAY by onclaud, nette
Crowned May Queen by Roper, Eve

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The Tiger In His Glory

A stealthy tiger stalks his prey
His eyes alight with cunning gleam;
And tho' the world may peaceful seem
The lissome springboks graze and play --
The danger lurks, not far away

He crouches low, his muscles taught
While calculations fill his mind
The perfect arc of force to find;
His quarry, still without a thought
Of what design the tiger sought

The tiger springs, the creatures flee
His mighty limbs with awesome force 
Perform their planned and deadly course;
Now lies the springbok piteously
Forever torn from things that be

And o'er his corpse presides the prince
His solid jowls bespecked with blood
His razor claws in crimson flood;
He glories in these trickling glints
That show his skill in ruby tints

And when the prince has et his fill
The birds descend to eat the rest
To feed the young ones in the nest;
But on the tiger roams at will
He's free to wander, hunt, and kill

Written on the twenty-eighth of July, 2013

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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Caught in the Sun

Where dawn is born and clouds are spun
To clothe the sky in golden lace,
The sea ignites as currents chase
Soft morning light that's just begun  
To wake our love, caught in the sun. 

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2012

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The Beach

It’s nice to get away
for a few hours or a day
As soft breezes stir night air
And salty mist clings to your hair
Stirring memories of Adolescence at play.

It’s nice to have the chance 
to hear the song, to do the dance
And though we far exceed our prime
We light our path with love, stopping time
stopping space, and fuel the flame of our romance.

It’s nice in morning rain
to find that spot on  memory lane
To look at who, what, where we are from.
While waves and breeze and the noonday sun
Sooth and calm, tan, bleach and burn away our pain.

It’s nice to turn away
From the things old and gray;
And we miss those times at the shore.
But truth is, we like our life now lots  more
And we won’t trade tomorrow for all of yesterday

Feb 21 2010      Charles Henderson

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010

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Encased in earthen form, I rise,
held chest-tight with fear my eyes belie.
Tumbled stone and ancient steps so steep,
lead to a mound and valley deep
where I let loose my song to sky.

The song resounds from crag to peak
a lonely echo blue on green. 
The soulful song from quartz careens
and shames the hillside cold cheek
returning brazen, seldom meek.

For once sent forth, it must return,
its formless flight, a brief sojourn, 
A repetition not unique,  
a hollow copy which respeaks
of lovers lost and trust unearned. 

Boomerrang Contest

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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I Fell in Love With a Tree Stump

I fell in love with a tree stump.
A quite curious stump was he.
No branches to thump.
No fall leaves to see.
But a very special stump was he.

There in the woods, other trees grew tall.
Swaying their limbs and leaves in the breeze.
But one special tree stump won my awe.
Once, tall and stately was he, before the freeze.
Now, short and sad hearted because of the saw.

I was weary, downhearted, and lonely.
When, I spotted that stump beside a pile of wood.
A perfect place to rest, it seemed to me.
I rushed right over as quickly as I could. 
Then, sat right there, relaxed, and feeling so good.

While trees all around made their showy stance,
I sat and enjoyed from my comfortable stump.
He had no limbs nor leaves to wind-dance.
He had no branches to thump.
He was there for me to rest myself…by chance.

Pining alone, I fell in love with that tree stump.
A quiet refuge was he.
No longer sad, life became plump.
And my soul soared higher than one can see.
For he was there when I needed him…and he needed me.

© October 28, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

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Tasting Bliss

"Tasting Bliss" a tender touch ignites romance fluttering flames create love dance gentle caresses, tasting bliss, intoxicates juice of sweet kiss as hearts entwine, hypnotic trance. *For Andrea's Catch Phrase, Dazzle Me Contest. *Dec. 22, 2012.

Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012

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The mild Cape Town winter weather triggers blooming of the Heather. The Erica shines their lanterns among the Foxtail Ferns. The white clouds overhead feather. The Silver Trees create a foil against which the flora toil. The King Proteas are gearing up to supply a feast for birds to sup. The Cape Cobras in slumber coil. The Aloes have many a use and can withstand much abuse. The fiery red Cape Honeysuckle led the cultivated hedges to buckle. Mountain fires lit by the obtuse. Our proud heritage was in full bloom - a rambling pathway the only room. Scorched earth, naked and black; sustenance of the soil now sadly lack. The canon on Signal Hill booms.
Official New7Wonders Inauguration of Table Mountain in Cape Town: 2 December 2012 Picture of the King Protea, the national flower of South Africa:

Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2013

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A poem is more than words that rhyme; it's not some gum sold for a dime A poem should speak with heart and soul, it tickles minds and can console. Verse with no aim is like a crime. 25 June 2015 Five Lines / Metaphors and Simile Contest Sponsor: Sara Kendrick

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Wet colors blended into one
New creations beheld in awe
Artistic beauties without flaw
Eyes behold glory as the sun
Textures combined into such fun!

quintella 8 syllables each line

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2011

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The season’s fest imbues a bliss As the grove blooms in morning’s kiss; Where dainty festoons are aglow Through springtime’s reign, young couples flow Along bright paths, they reminisce. The wind blows with scent of flowers A lyre's music thrilling the hours When gents kindle bold courtship's fire, And lilies flaunt their gold attire To charm pairs dancing in wonder. Sweet talk and laughter fill the air Oh gaiety rises everywhere, Heady as tulips and wreaths unfurl While ladies tiptoe like bough's curl; On the first day of May’s affair. Dusk slowly wafts to end the sighs From misty lanes, dewdrops arise; Hands on petals begin to rest Enshrining time’s grace at its behest, Till morrow comes for a new surprise! On The First Of May Contest-- posted5/4/2015 Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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Sweet Valentine

I wish you love my valentine

  I wish once more that you were mine

    Gone are the days when you did care

        Gone is the love that we once shared

            For you I pine sweet Valentine...

Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2011

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Anvil Dreams

The anvil wallows on his heart 
His dreams, trodden, alas depart
Pride triggers a cursory front
The fierce justification hunt
He steps to nowhere from the start

Copyright © Natalie The Rogue Rhymer | Year Posted 2012

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Gladdened Heart

The day cannot turn gray
though it may be cloudy
though the storm may be rowdy
but when I walk Your way
the day is not gray.

The night is not frightening
though the moon may not be serenading
though clouds may obstruct star gazing
but when in Your light I am gazing
the night is not frightening.

The wind does not turn me cold
though it may blow strongly
though it may shout loudly
but when it is You I behold
the wind does not turn me cold.

The music of my heart's never dead
though the violins may stop their fiddling
though the drums may stop their beating
but when I feel Your heart turned glad
my song becomes a sonnet.

By CarolineCecile

Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2011

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Crowned May Queen

                                                Crowned May Queen

                           As the music flows in my mind and soul in cheer
                     I dance around on my toes in the sun kissed fragrant fields
                          of wildflowers and tall emerald green grass yields
                            With  a breath of life that dwells the day is near
                            For I’m favored to be the prettiest maiden here

       All eyes will be on me in my white lace dress and closed shoes I will astound
            with  my hair in curls and a crown of  blossoms and leaves of green
                            when I'm honored with the crown of May Queen
                              a symbol of the stillness of nature surrounds
                                    In which everything revolves  around

                            Early bright is here with a clear blue unclouded sky
                   My friends and neighbors are all excited to their utmost ability
                       Townships and villages celebrating springtime fertility
                  Handsome couples gathering bouquets of flowers from nearby
                decorating the whole town with springtime greenery and mystify

                         I lead the celebration up to the heart of town singing
  Old buildings and tables are adorned with scented blooms that leave you breathless
                            Populace displays all the elegance of their dress
                  Dressed in white, carrying garlands of flowers and beaming
                                    children follow giggling and dancing

         They place a crown of blossoms on my head, I say a speech from my soul
              and set off the festivities, with dance and overwhelming merriment
                       Musicians play their musical instruments with talent
 with eating, drinking, jubilant music, and courtly lovers dancing around the Maypole
     A feast fit for a King, everyone enjoys crafts, games, and carousel to console

                               With a breath of life at the age of sixteen
                                As the music flows in my mind and soul
                                       I dance around the maypole
                             Favored for being the prettiest maiden seen
                                Honored with being crowned May Queen

By: Eve Roper 4/18/2015   Quintella Form
Contest Name: On the First of May
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

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Don't worry about me 
I'm just playing my scripted 
Be not unforgiving or hurt
Let me live without your 
endless blurt.

For I walk no paved way to 
I stand out seeming much to 
Yet no less a man I'm than 
If what I am won't overcome
The pits of hell then so it be!
To hide behind religious zeal
A license to kill, rape and 
Is cowardly deceit to me
I'd best boycott your 
heaven gate
And bravely face the 
dreaded fate.

Copyright © Esson Alumbugu | Year Posted 2011

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Such is the road of mystery
Hard to accept these things I see
Unexpected these sights I find 
See spirits near though I am blind
A world I’ve never known to be

Leaving behind truths I’ve been shown
Watching them go broken and blown
My haunted heart scared to believe
Worlds within worlds I can’t conceive
This is knowing, in the unknown

Copyright © Seline Elaina | Year Posted 2010

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They are circling my house rooftop.
From vantage point to wall they hop.
Irritating noise filling the air,
becoming just too much to bear.
But I ‘m too much of a milksop. 

Poisoning them, out of the question.
I’m for green peaceful rendition
to rid myself of this black pest,
so that I can get morning rest
from this unwelcome infestation.

Their natural habitat destroyed
when new building schemes deployed.
Trees and feeding grounds lie barren – 
Not a trace of rabbit warren.
I’m unreasonably annoyed.

Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2012

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Nanny 002

Apple, grape, prune juice galore.
They drink it down then ask for more.
With all due respect, they drink more and then,
It obviously comes out in the end.
And I’m the one who cleans up the floor.

© Mar 30 2010      Charles Henderson

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010

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Caught in the sun

Meet me where  winding rivers  run
A  rising sun kisses  the hills
Where misty mornings are a thrill
And humming birds stop by for fun
Sipping nectar, caught in the sun

For:  Andrea's  Catch phrase dazzler  contest

Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012

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When a vulture bald and 
Dares to laugh aloud and 
Know your son is gone oh 
Shave the heads of one 
Pay my fare with goat and 
Let me roam our forest 
Lest my soul remain in exile
Where the stars and moon 
dare not smile.

These souls they force my 
hands to 
Do they not know a mother's 
Are not some eyes dismal 
with frown
Praying for these men 
Do they despise tomorrow's 
Or find pleasure before this 

When the vulture bald and 
Dares to sing aloud and 
Know I drown in this blood 
Not to kill again or shiver.

Copyright © Esson Alumbugu | Year Posted 2011

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She stood there on the balcony
watching him riding off to war
her heart was full of mutiny
crushed she held onto the bar
there would be no matrimony

Juliet was full of acrimony
hating the powerful Tsar
far away the cacophony
the sound of the battle of war
drifting up to the balcony

Juliet waited for his pony
hearing distantly his sitar
his voice singing songs so corny
she ran to him down the sandbar
now there could be matrimony

written 02/13/2014
contest: Juliet

my first Quintella I hope I got the form right

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

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Give it all you got Reach pass the known Dive into the unknown stretching yourself for the top spot

Copyright © cory long | Year Posted 2011

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Nanny 001

Get those shoes off my floor
Put in the closet and shut the door
Close my eyes and count one, two, three
Open them I better not see
Twenty shoes any more

© Mar 30 2010      Charles Henderson

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010

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You said your, heart and love, was mine.
I know now, that was just a line.
Since you stole my adorations,
Along with all my possessions,
From now on, you are known as swine.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010

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The Day That Music Died

Lament The day that music died, singing wept. Into the sea of melancholy voice crept. Each word spoken reeked with pain. When could we ever be whole again Under the rug good lyrics were swept. Praise Singing is really a magical thing. Everyone agrees music has a ring It sates all involved, fills to the top. Once you begin, you hesitate to stop. Your imagine yourself to be the king. Consolation There are none too old to learn, they say. Never again we give our song away. We’ll sing, we’ll sing never quiet. We will sing, until we start a riot. Music for ever and ever and a day. © Aug 11 For Dr. Ram's elegy contest

Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010