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Guessing Game

Death is but life and life is death, I wonder,
Where does the spirit go when it's released?
Many beliefs have a different thought,
The body is just breathing that has ceased.

We wonder how many years we have left,
We live them like there is no tomorrow,
We dance in sunshine and run from thunder,
Death is but life and life is death, I wonder.

Everyone has their own personal sins,
Hiding in a closet they built of fear,
All have free will to have them unleashed,
Where does this spirit go when it's released?

So many religions do not agree,
The true path to God is forever sought,
I choose to chase spirituality,
Many beliefs have a different thought.

We all have struggles way down deep inside,
With cracks and holes and roads that have now creased,
Believer, atheist, agnostic, all.
The body is just breathing that has ceased.

All you've done is done, no reason to cry,
There is much more as far as I can see,
Did you once try to help humanity?
Is this your blown up personality?
Death is but life.

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LOVER AND FRIEND

Relationships are precious, like lover and friend 
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care	
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end	
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? 

We are best friends, till death us part is what we swear 
Horizons shift from dark to blue on sprawling sand 
Through thick and thin, the solid bond will halt despair 
Relationships are precious, like lover and friend 

Stars and moon converge setting a happy trend	
Our dreams and goals pave one everlasting affair 
To each other's side we stand firmly to defend 
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care 

When eyes behold not just a friend but even more	
The carefree feelings change and deep emotions blend	
Will it be worth the risk that surely is in store?	
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end	

The battle rages like wild tempest right inside 
The urges unrestrained are there to give, to share 
Like burning lava hot to handle or to hide 
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? 

The jewels’ sparkle has to last and never fade	
A lasting sacrifice is one that leads the heart	
To rise above the pains from which true love is made 
Lover and friend must aim to play a lasting part	
Relationships are precious. 



Written collaboratively and hurriedly by ... :)
FIRST 3 STANZAS: OLIVE GUILLERMO
REMAINING 3 STANZAS: PAUL CALLUS

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I Dreamt

I Dreamt
“I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming…”

I dreamt I was a butterfly
Winging atop enchanted wood
O’er droopy willows shy
Like I, misunderstood

Beauty under misty sky
Entranced as only I would
As glimmering leaves fall under-hood
I dreamt I was a butterfly~

Captivated by a saddened cry
I float through trees like robin hood
I look to see, what I hear nigh
Winging atop enchanted wood~

Delighted, I am, to do some good
Young lass beneath the willows sigh
I approached her to do what I could
O’er droopy willows shy~

Alas, the nerve to flutter by
A butter-kiss she couldn’t shoo
She lifts her dimples, fascinated by I…
Like I, she’s misunderstood~

We play, our reflections
On the water still
Enraptured by immediate connection
I n’er knew such peace, until…
…I dreamt~ 
2011-07-07 (C) Miranda Lambert
Contest: "Daydreams, dreams and dreams" By: Constance La France

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A DAVID FOR DAVID


He drifts among fireflies and splits the rain
A haze walking through Great Wall’s domain,
Twists of Copperfield’s runes whirls a relay
Under kliegs of stars, mind’s eye becomes prey.

Sweet alchemy washes real world’s strains
Where human life transcends the bleak of pain,
On enchanted tours, he eludes flames’ slay
Stuffing dreams with awe like quick pirouettes 
He drifts among fireflies.

Like our David whose challenges reclaim
True firmness blazing amidst night’s restraints,
His magic of hope strengthens with love’s gains
Miracles nourish through divine stream’s ray
With spirit lit by heaven’s grace, time obeys
He drifts among fireflies.


Dear David, may you continue to believe in the magic
 of fulfilled wishes and endless love

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*David Copperfield—renowned illusionist and magician

Cyndi MacMillan’s Contest: Davids for David
By nette onclaud



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GRANDDAD’S Homemade BEAN SOUP

GRANDDAD’S Homemade BEAN SOUP

Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. 
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. 
Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound. 
     His homecoming was grand, for he was good.  

If bells on grandma’s door knob jingled sound, 
     Or someone made the knocker tap on wood.  
He quickly would wake up though sleep he should. 
     Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. 

The neighbor folks came calling, gathered ‘round,
     And when they did, my granddad understood. 
That every ear would hear his tales, spellbound—
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. 

His stories, games and tricks blessed my childhood.  
     Fun memories within my heart abound.
And every one that on his shared path stood,  
    Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound. 

When he was near, I wore an invisible crown.  
     That he loved me, I clearly understood.  
Such love cannot be measured by the pound,      
     His homecoming was grand, for he was good.  

I dream that he, with heaven’s love is bound.
     Walking with God, talking…life, understood.
Smiling God says I’m glad you’re back in town.
     The angels now understand why, as they should 
                                         Bean soup was served.

Dedicated to My Granddad, David Elliott ("Ellie") Brandt Sr.
Who made my life magical even from a distance!

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 13, 2010
Poetic form: Rondeau Redouble’

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The Melt Down

As ashen storm clouds brew above his head,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe. 
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.

Heated anger joins the howl on winds misled,
a wild child of tantrum's misdirected decree,
his glacial heart disperses rocky scree.
As ashen storm clouds brew above his head.

Mother melts beneath his glare, few tears shed
for him to see, her child she's failed by degree.
Oh, all the signs of madness she'd misread,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe. 

His wrath unleashed, now gone his kinder creed
though she still sees his arms widespread,
perhaps, a mother's love can intercede?
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread.

Unless his anger's dampened it may spread
destroying the bonds of sweet felicity, 
if she can not hold on to love's thread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.

Son can't you see the sun high overhead
upon his cheek a tears falls silently,
with her arms outstretched his mother plead
and on her shoulder he rested sullenly, 
as ashen storm clouds brew.


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Their Kind

In Japan the small is much revered, 
transformed within the womb of heart and mind
to grandeur never gained by those who fear
what is unseen, unsaid, what’s left behind.

A leaf, a sheaf, a treasured grief in kind  
becomes a shrine the living must repair,   
as is the brace of kite upon the wind                                                            
in Japan the small is much revered. 

When sunk beneath the tide it disappeared 
a transitory fate a watery clime.                                 
Arise, arise, on Mother’s crust appear
transformed within the womb of heart and mind. 

Birth the beauteous butterfly in time,
unite the scattered children to those dear,                        
and each sylvan mountainside will align
to grandeur never gained by souls who fear.

Hurl all regret aside and persevere
reform what’s torn, to budding new design.
The ghosts must wait attendance, must forebear
what is unseen, unsaid, what’s left behind.

For each bold challenge met the world cheers
Japan is a nation where ties do bind
and the fate of all will be, well shared       
the youngest to the eldest of their kind
In Japan……….


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Goodbye Johnny Walker

Goodbye Johnny Walker
Joanna Davis


I swear I’m in a nightmare
I know it’s some bad dream
this craving for the deadly juice
is nothing new it seems
Our life is one long quarrel, 
a battle no one can win
Am I paying a kind of penance,
for some past life of sin?
I won’t put up with this forever
the smell or wavering gait,
If I stay with you much longer,
I’ll surely be tempting my fate
A soul that’s soaked with liquor,
with breath to ignite a match
But your handsome looks so deceiving
I naively believed you a catch!
You’ll promise it’s the last time,
say you’re done… that it’s the end!
But in me you see a nagging wife,
while in the bottle - a comforting friend
Tell me exactly how, I can win,
or compete with something so pure?
What kind of psychological jargon,
would even up the score?
This demon is so elusive,
someone, somewhere, please advise me
What spirits will finally convince you
to seek your desired sobriety!



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Life's Seven Seas

The sails are raised
upon the ship
"Unknown,"
to travel slowly on
life's seven seas.
I look upon such
things as I am
shown,
in hopes to solve
life's little
mysteries.

I now am sailing
with a gentle
breeze-
to learn of what I
can until I'm grown;
so I can handle life
with greater ease.
The sails are raised
upon the ship
"Uknown."

There's waves I find
in life that have
been blown,
upon my ship by
other ones decrees.
My skills at sailing
these rough waves
have grown-
to travel slowly on
life's seven seas.

The shores I look
upon are laced with
trees,
their colors looking
like they have been
sewn
by angels with
embroidery degrees.
I look upon such
things that I am
shown.

The work I do
sometimes I will
bemoan,
but with it I have
gained such
victories!
I seek a light that
never has been
shown,
in hopes to solve
life's little
mysteries.

Sometimes these
oceans seem like
they will freeze,
still other nights
it seems I sail
alone.
It's then I get down
on my hands and
knees,
To pray to God
because He's on the
throne.
The sails are
raised.

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Yin Yang

Yin Yang
Joanna Davis


We make our own demons
create our own gods
our lives are a series of evens and odds
In the ebb and flow of the rockiest tide,
truth is a pearl, we all seek to hide
Success, just failure turned on its head,
The path to victory, is littered with dread
Desire and fear a fraternal twin,
thoughts control if you lose or you win!
A need, a plan, action and grace,
will shield you from all arrows you’ll face
You cannot win, without playing the game,
if nothing is changed, the results are the same
The life you make is all in your mind,
to have tomorrow you must leave yesterday behind.


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