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Crescent Waltz

She slants her shining, golden glance
Across desert, mountains, rivers, plants
Greets her rising, true romance
In the purpling, opposite skies

Her lunar love, her heart’s delight
Soars to ever darker height
For each, the other’s perfect, right
It’s on their wings time flies

She seems asleep within the night
Yet always, somewhere, she’s brilliant, bright
Motionless in constant flight
Each day its own surprise

They’ll never meet – there’s not a chance
These partners in eternal dance
Of darkness, light – they both enhance
The world with their long goodbyes

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As their crescent waltz achieves crescendo
Sans artifice or innuendo
Young children start to play Nintendo
While adults stir and rise


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The Tree of Life

      The tree of life,I climb today,
                  So hard 
                  to climb, 
            Try different ways
                 Life breeze
                  is blowing, 
            It swings,  it sways
                  I hold on 
                     tight,
                I climb,I pray,
                 I wont fall.
                   I have
                      to
                    stay,
          
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                       B
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                  for that,
               Victorious day.....


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Stir Of Echoes

Stir of echoes
Run through my mind
I see them there 
All the time
Where do they come from
And why are they there
Echoes all around me
I try to erase them 
Echoes out of time
They're on repeat 
 All the time
Stir of echoes
Is what I hear 
They're getting 
Closer all the time
Stir of  echoes 
Is what I hear
The closer I get 
The more I fear 
I'm losing my mind !


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Reversal

My garden work was once pure joy when shared with my girl and boy. The toil was slight. Now that I do the job alone it truly tires me to the bone, an old age plight.
By: Joyce Johnson For Dr. Mehta's "Tail Rhyme" Contest


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Come Sit by My Side

[Hymnal Measure Structure, a4,b3,c4,d3 with internal rhyme]

Come sit by my side, my sweet August bride,
	We’ll speak of the things we hold dear.
Of wind in the trees and fire in the leaves
	At our favorite time of the year.

Don’t you remember how deep in December
	We’d listen to snow softly falling?
Though faint in the ear its message was clear,
	A breeze from up north had come calling.

I wish there were more than just these twenty-four
	Hours to spend in a day.
Then we’d go far, our guide the North Star,
	And surely—at length—find our way.

But what to do until then, my dear, treasured friend,
        As hope’s often met with dismay.
Hearing all the day’s news and questionable truths,
        The will to do good goes astray.

So let’s run and hide, my wise August bride
	To a place that no one can find.
On a mist-covered shore we’ll be happy once more,
	As we leave the real world far behind.	

5th Place, Any Poem Goes, Poet Destroyer A


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A Dog's Night Prayer to God

Lord, thank you for this boy, Who fed me and gave me a nice home; Thank you for my good fate, You didn't allow me to stay With the street dogs and went on astray. I am asking you to bless me and my little master, To keep us both safe tonight, And far from mischievous chiefs and intruders, Pour upon us your Holy Spirit, That we may both have a good night sleep. As we both lay down on the cozy bed, Give us a wonderful dream, Dream........dream.......dream.. and dream, Of that biggest bone which in my life I haven't yet seen, And Lord, please save my loudest voice, For tomorrow's duty of barking and guarding.
Note: The idea was conceived from a beautiful picture of a boy with his dog praying before going to bed. The picture was taken from the internet. They are so cute! From this poem where I created a short movie in memory of my dog, Saver.


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A Love Song To A Beloved

‘‘A friend once in his youthful flight 
Had found a beauty delight
Though distance stretched them in mileage
But their love was destined to find a page’’

A lark that sings in the morning bright
Ke-ke-li, O Kekeli! My beautiful light
The hanging garden upon my sight
Hands of fate has woven a happy home
A love of current, stronger than the Law of Ohm
Invigorating, a love connected at heart
Which God designed never to part

Where there is love,they say there is a way
Our love I believe is here to stay
Kekeli, my beloved, sing me a serenade
A song of an angel’s grade
That in heaven’s clime pervade
Sing it across space and time
And make it last like a rhyme

My beloved Kekeli! You’re my light
You’re my Hephzibah, my only delight
Thou art fairer than Friedan Betty
Thou art matchless in beauty
So calm and inviting like the blue sea 
Beauty not to be told but for eyes to see

Behold my mistress of fair skin 
Eyes of diamonds, pure and pristine
O Tell me, you whom I was made to love
One, unique in your choicest apparel
Lips of zebra stipes set with a berry
The hanging petals of a blossom cherry
Chief among all my thousands buddies
O Kekeli! The only ruby my finger shall find
And wouldn’t be ashamed to be called uxorious

"For as a young man marries a virgin
so shall your sons marry you, and as
the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
so shall your God rejoice over you". Isa 62:5



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Sandalwood

                    
                            ~ Sandalwood ~ 

                      Fall days leaves of gold orange and grey
                     this scent fills my room with passion my mind with clarity
                     The senses are calmed and my inner soul strengthens 

                      As if I can visualize inner peace
                        watching the many trees fall 
                         The scent of Sandalwood reminds 
                     
                             ~ of what once stood  ~
                              allowing me to accept all

                          bringing solace to my soul 
                             filling the air of past and present 
                      one of natures gifts holds a musky oil passionate 
                        
                      enlightens all senses reminding me 
                     of Native American ways fires blazing 
                      children dance and listen to old ways
                        
                     Thunder and rain in the misty Canyons 
                        dessert Sage and Sandalwood 
                       close my eyes yet seeing the truth 


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How can people want rights

How can people want rights but they aren't right
While working in the daylight with souls bright as night
The creator shall judge the judges, 
The evil shall deserves evil as much as
Good people will get what is equal to their actions
And immoral skin passions have fatal lessons 
God has a scale where He weighs & sits 
Because everything has equal opposite
We selfish to others but hold our nose when they sell theirs
And not giving pardons while expecting God’s cares
And blessings while leaving others with our bee stings
Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire

To be right you have to do no wrong 
To be righteous you have to be morally strong
You need more than calcium to be the back bone of society
While society breaks you, to makes you. Surprisingly,
The abled are ignorant and unstable 
Unable to add-up in the moral table
Telling fables of multiplication while being divided
Trying to add reasoning in facts provided
Their individualism is subtracting from the fold
Being percentages of a percentage, losing the strong hold
False foundation told about a “Doomed Youth”
While the witty wise horde the fake truth
As the truly righteous shake their head and sings
“Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire”


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Kate and Isobel

*There are only two damsels in this tale; all variations were simply for ease of writing.

Once Kate and Isabella went
To see the pretty fields of Gwent
And traipse through forest shade
They packed a picnic lunch for two
And skipped away in dresses blue
To find a charming glade

First tea and cakes, then off to play
They laughed and wandered all the day
'Till day was waxing faint
Then homeward faced, linked arm in arm
With never fear to cause alarm
Nor caution bring restraint

Alas! Alas! there lay a hole
With plot to swallow heart and soul
One golden-headed girl
That wretched hole may death berate
And end of being imprecate
That vile, vicious churl!

"Oh, help me, Kate!" cried Isobel
But fingers slipped and in she fell
'Mid shock and disbelief
Then Isabella, far below
Called, "Quickly, Katie! quickly go
For aid and sure relief."

Then Katie knelt beside the brim
Once sparkling eyes with tears aswim
And said, "I'll here remain."
But Isobel at once demurred
"Oh, Kate, some help must be secured
I cannot move for pain."

So off she went and searched around
But not one soul could there be found
Nor ever likely step't
She stopped awhile to sit and rest
Her folded hands to bosom pressed
And there she softly wept

A mounted knight then riding by
Beheld her tears and heard her sigh
And off his palfrey lit
Said he, "Fair damsel, golden-haired
Such doleful frame must be repaired
So speak thou whilst I sit."

"Alas, good Knight!" quoth woeful Kate
It may, I fear, be just too late
To save my friend to day
With haste, good knight, come, follow me
And see if succour yet may be
Oh, help me, knight, I pray."

The knight bestrode his lofty seat
Then set her aftward nice and neat
And off they set at trot
The knight she held with firmest hold
'Till at the pit both dark and cold
They Isabella sought

While night sped on at rapid pace
The knight set out to win the race
And save the damsel whole
A rope he from his saddle fetched
And tree to Isabella stretched
Then clambered in the hole

Right down the rope he quickly swung
And to her side he deftly sprung
He raised her from the dust
He tied a rope from waist to waist
And she her arms about him placed
In sweet, confiding trust

A span or two to hand he climbed
With Isabella right behind
'Till safety was secured
Then Kate and Isobel embraced
Said Kate, "What awful things you faced
And terrors you endured!"

Well, this was Isobel's reply
"Oh, Kate, I should not tell a lie
In word or even deed
Except to brave that curséd fall
It really was not bad at all
I knew you would succeed."

Then to the knight she turned and saith
"I thank thee, Knight, by all my faith
For saving me this night
Thus here I give my ring to wear
And trust that ye might ever fare
As well in ev'ry fight."

Then quoth the knight, "Thy ring I take
With faith that it myself will make
A nobler, better man
To fight for justice, truth, and peace
In hope that vice and evil cease
In ev'ry way I can.

"But let us neither tarry long
For hark! the cricket's evening song
Pervades the damp'ning air
So let me take thee, damsel, home
'Twould never do to leave thee roam
On halting legs to there."

Thus Isobel his palfrey rode
While Kate and he beside her strode
Right to their township sweet
"'Tis Belle and Kate!" the watchman called
And quickly down the drawbridge hauled
That they their kin might meet

The threesome turned from roads away
To streets of black and muted grey
'Till safely home at last
"Oh, praise the Lord," quoth Isobel
That though some trouble us befell
Those troubles now are past!"

"'Tis not so true," quoth Knight with grin
There yet remains to get thee in
And halting legs at that."
Then from the palfrey off she slipped
The knight her falling figure gripped
And bore her o'er the mat

His burden carried up the stairs
'Mid father's, mother's wond'ring stares
And gently placed in bed
Her father asked her why he came
She said that she was nearly lame
And dizzied in the head

At that he wished the knight to stay
But through the dark he rode away
His lamp the crescent moon
And though he had some deed to do
Those pretty maidens somehow knew
The knight would see them soon



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