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God's Kind Of Poetry

I see God in nature, surrounded in the beauty of our earth.
As God may speak with his spark of life dwelling in me,
Expressed though HIS thoughts in my poetic word’s birth. 

“Now all of my children born and reborn in this world,
I will be your parent, grand teacher, and protector.
Know you are part of me as your earthly body is unfurled.

Fragrant flowers should be known as your sister and brother.
Breathe in deeply of the varied glorious tree’s blessed breath;
A gift from me, your omnipotent father and mother.

Each season praises that divine dominion of poetry.
With each season new life emerges with the beginning of spring
Into the warmth of summer across verdant fields and forestry.

Do not fear as I cause autumn season’s winds to blow
In seeming wrath, set upon colorful trees, leaves are freed
To invite winter and the blessings of new fallen snow.

Receive my blessing of light that opens a direct path to me.
Let it shine bright in your life, in all that you say and do.
Share your delight of this blessing through inspired poetry.

Be aware of your words for they embrace the real you.
Others may be hurt by careless words spoken.
Remember, words mean as much as your actions do.

Any kindness you display by reaching out to those in need
Is always a welcome gift and returned to you in kind,
Only in much more abundance to help YOU succeed.

As you question the heavenly stars in their distant galaxies
The answers lie within yourself, if you will be still and meditate.
You may seek the truth in your own mind for life’s realities.

I am near you always, within and without, have no doubt.
I only wish you love and happiness, even though I know
You must experience difficult times to learn what life’s about.

For you are my child and I rejoice in lessons you’ve learned of.
Teach your children to revere and love me, not fear me,
I’m here to guide and protect them, for you see, I am LOVE!”

Please put your trust in me both below and above
For my divine power and glory is centered in love.

© Connie Marcum Wong

For Brian Johnston’s contest: “God’s Kind of Poetry”

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It's over

You have no idea how much you'll be missed
We've seen each other every day for years
Though you've touched my lips, we never once kissed

Picking me up when I was brought to tears
Calming my nerves before something new
Bringing strength to get over my fears

It seems so scary, not sure what I'll do
Good times and bad, exciting or lame
You were always there to help me get through

Life without you just won't be the same
But it had to end, something I've always known
It's finally time to put out that flame
Our love I can no longer condone
This relationship which I now regret
I need to learn to get by on my own

All that you have done I'll never forget
As I butt you out, my last cigarette

John Early
Written for TERZA RIMA about anything you like - poetry contest

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Dreaming of Nature's Love So Rare

Standing looking across sweeping thoughts and hopes 
alone crying into distant faraway hills and valleys  
dreaming I saw before me a big white puff of smoke 

Drifting low circling from out of chimneys pots high 
slowly moving creeps inner vision dancing with me 
candy floss happily towards the glen sweet aroma scent

Scenting turf fires the nostrils with wild scent upon air as
a sun melting her warm fingers into one's back soothing 
pure in a baby blue clear sky setting, rising high feelings 

Upon a cool caressing Autumn breeze Mother Nature
arrives with songbirds singing sweet clearly with echoes 
and most beautiful tunes carried ever so gently in the air 

Within a quite stillness silently whispers gasp and cry
splitting down the middle a teardrop falls always slowly
in love with this forever dream, and to the end sighs

Standing on the edge of a pretty crystal cool blue pond
while watching the presence of beautiful fairy elves
and their most wonderful laughs and smiles so ever true

Smelling the wonderful aroma of pure mountain air
with that assured feeling the all is fresh, crisp, real
and flowers, plants, and grass talking to one another

Dreaming many perfect dreams of mermaids sitting
grouped in a green water pool at the waterfall’s edge
and sensing their joy, beauty, laughter, and smiles

This is what dreams are made of as we sense and see
most wondrous things and objects of perfect symmetry
as we feel mountain rain and a most delicious soft wind

Mother Nature and her magical world of treasures and
such beauty indeed make all gods of centuries past and
present stand up and applaud graciously our Dreaming One 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 20, 2014) 
(Terza Rima in Unrhymed Tercet poetic format)

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Triumph of the Soul

As I wandered alone without a task
All around me wild flowers sprang forth
My face a sad contorted mask

Of emotionless strife since birth
My eyelids closed against the day
Enjoying the fall of darkness on my Earth

The sun tried to spread its ray
The sweet smelling fruit kissed my head
As beneath the mighty mango tree I lay

The deep red scars on my heart fled
When a strange melody on my fancy grew
And the balm of stillness on my limbs spread

An unknown peace I soon knew
When the leaves danced with the breeze
The shadows of my life I threw

The butterflies and the bees
On me did comfort heap
That amazingly I found under this tree

My shallow life and forgotten sleep
This wilderness made new
With pleasure my heart started to weep

The grave cares now seemed so few
My life found a new definition
And into the azure sky my soul flew

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Pearl Dreams of Rare Love

Break these chains that bind
holding in the deep ovens
blazing a fire for love. 

Smiling midday moon
dressed in a baby blue sky
with sparsely scattered clouds dot.

White mother of pearl
their silver lining treasure
held soft beautiful warm babe.

In her finger beams 
a light touching inside thoughts
sitting posed at three o’clock.

The moon just pops out
in kissing a golden sun  
white ivory pearls smiling.

Within daylight thoughts 
sweetly I pray in sunlight
shining warm all over you. 

Deep ocean salted
with the bluest warmest waves
luster smiles sunshine color.

The magic tear drop
forms the silver lining bright
and cries for ivory pearls.

Alchemic water 
wondrous most blue, dark and rare
lies love in Salt of the Earth.

Mermaids caress hope
encouraging happiness
makes all the more magical.

Pearl chain links in place
Neptune commands do it now 
with finest gold most smiling.

Bathed best and brightest
white ivory pearls ready
for their concatenation.

Neptune’s grandeur finds
all sea creatures in awe now
abounds pearl dreams of rare love.

Pearl Dreams of Rare Love
14 linked all so precious
from the ocean’s heart and soul. 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 16, 2014) 
(Terza Rima in Unrhymed Tercet poetic format)

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Comin' Hame - Coming Home -Scottish Dialect

A angry sky, as cauld as Loch Lomon'
fair drew me out from cot o' peat, an' bed.
The wolves wus wailin', an' thund'r respond'd
Ah gather'd tam, me tartan, an' dug Red.
To  'orse ah took an' found the 'erd sam 'urt. 
The 'ungry wolves 'ad already fed. 
Inta the bi'er blaw, the rill ah skirt 
thro braes a white, t'ward ham an' fire burnin'
the bleatin' sheep, the 'orse an' ah alert.
We wud mak it hame, stomaches churnin'
O smell the peat fire on the wild wind now,
'ear the cows faint distant ca', a lowin'
'erself wud know, we'r near ta the brow.
Noo, we 'ad beat the storm hame, an' kep' me vow.

Dedicated to Jimbo Goff & James Fraser
and the spirit of Robin Burns

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  Along resplendent lanes in groves of green 	
  In sundown’s mellow tinge aglow, we cruise  
  To grasp unto moon’s fingers so serene,

  Where we are charmed by lovebirds that amuse
  Who hum a rhapsody with lilting beats;
  Through gentle drones that seem to render blues 

  Like first theme song we wish breaths could repeat--
  Should we but fix past warmth beyond the sands 
  The way a glossy mist embraces heat.

  A constant vow that ever understands
  Our mild and fragrant chiming of daybreak,
  As spirits abide on Aurora's hands.

  When birds flutter a trill, then ignite
  This dulcet paradise we leave to night!

 Alfredo Vassallo's Terza Rima
 by nette onclaud

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Flowers Fill Her Universe

Beyond the valley mottled clouds and blue
Invite all strangers into quiet peace.
There sunlight sparkles with the morning dew.

The river hears the loudly honking geese. 
And fragrance from spring flowers fills the air.
Each anxious soul can feel his qualms release.

A quiet stillness floods the valley fair.
Magnolia blossoms show their shining white.
A virgin giggles adding her sweet flare.

While smitten by the golden sun’s daylight,
She challenges desires in her mind.
Beneath the yellow trees her heart takes flight.

Idyllic beauty with God’s hand entwined,
Resounds His message through nature’s converse.
Departing there, good virtue still aligned.

Delightful flowers fill her universe.

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Punching Preachers

two bible-blabbering, prattling pastors

   from two denominational sectors

      ended up in stitches and bloody plasters;

those around said it actually began

   when one yelled, "faith alone can save a man!",

      the other screamed, "only charitable acts can!";

swinging bulky bibles, shouting curses,

   they whacked each other's eardrums and noses,

      bludgeoned and bloodied their righteous faces;

so ironic, how they maimed each other

   for faith, for charity and didn't bother

      to heed the Lord's words: "Love one another."

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The Lighthouse

The lighthouse stands, the lighthouse stands
Above the foaming wave,
Above the sands.

He stands so brave, he stands so brave,
As winds against him blow;
The ships to save.

He sends below, he sends below
His fiery, gleaming light,
The way to show.

All through the night, all through the night
He guards the lonely point
With torches bright.

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As Night Grows Colder

As summer sheds the autumn clamours her decree  
And fig discarded leaves are left to flutter fast away  
Beneath a barren tree of old, where anyone can see 

That seasons come and go, for it is nature’s way 
To dress the crocus blest, in vivid purple shade 
Behind the cool façade of fall, a snowdrop day 

We don our coats and scarves, to meet our fate      
And take our feet to onward walk, to where a bear 
Can catch a few lethargic winks, and hibernate 

As evening falls upon us, too swift without a care  
The sapient moon sends tell tale signs of closure  
And soon, the night will be pitch dark, one flare 

Can light the sky a thousand fold and lose composure 
Or bring us to the close of day, as night grows colder 

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Canto XXVI Hell translation part2

After the flame had come here for news
When to my duke right seemed time and too place,
In such a way I heard him to diffuse:

“You two who are in the same fire space,
If with you in my life had merit some,
If my merit left you more or less trace

When in world I wrote verses high to come,
Do not move now, but one of you should say
Where, for him, lost and dead had to become”.

The larger horn of ancient flame array
Started then to shake himself while grumbling,
Like just as the one which wind hits away;

Then the summit back and forth was fumbling,
Like had its tongue just moving as to speak,
“When”, it loudly threw out his voice rumbling, 

“From Circe I left, who held me for freak 
More than one year there Gaeta just near,
Before Aeneas so named it, antique,

Neither the son’s sweetness, nor pity mere
Of ancient father, nor even love due
Which ought to Penelope give good cheer,

Could win in me the ardor hitherto
Which I had of world expert to become
And of human vices and value true;

But I put myself  in open sea come
With only a boat and those friend mates
Not many but who with me remained, some.

I saw then many shores and the Spain’s gates
Down to Morocco, and Sardi’s isle,
And others that sea wet around creates.

Me and companions were then old a while
When that narrow outlet we reached just close
There where Hercules put his true end pile

And hinder men go beyond to impose;
I left Sibilia on my right hand ,
On other left already Setta’s coasts.

“Brothers”, I told, “who for thousands of grand
Hazards now have just reached the extreme west,
To this so short time of life which is spanned

To our senses which then remains at best
You should not the experience deny,
Of back sun, world by no people possessed.

Consider now of your seed pearls the why:
You were made not just much as brutes to live,
But to follow virtue and knowledge high”.

My companions I made so keen to strive,
With this small oration, for the way start,
That then stop them hardly I might contrive;

And turned our stern at morning to depart,
Of oars we made then wings to our mad flight,
Always were gaining on the left hand part.

Already on the other pole stars’ light 
Saw night, and our sun too was so much low,
That did not rise above the marine site.

Five times was lighted up, as many no,
The light under the journey of the moon,
After start the arduous pass to go,

When far appeared a mountain, color brune
Due to the distance, and it looked so tall
That never I saw before and saw noone.

We were happy but we had to appall;
Since from the novel land a whirl was born
And then hard stroke of boat the first side wall.

Three times it made to swirl us with no warn;
At fourth it made the poop to be bent up
And too the bow go down, to give us mourn,

Until sea closed us to a final drop”.

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December Sky

I sit, with deep contentment, by the window 
And watching the young evergreen out-shadowed
The oak tree, where love once etched on it, I sowed 

My time quietly slipped into the picture
Between my only son and his firstborn son
Between the past, the present, and the future

I have the feelings, but no words are spoken
When the words are spoken, my own feelings gone
Hidden for life, in my sagging rocking chair

I felt the late afternoon cold breeze, touching 
White-bearded face, with the autumn scent tingling 
While the golden sun has faded, into gray

I saw the charmed naked ladies, still smiling
In a bright purplish pink, for there are no snows
Soon, the land will be white, when tomorrow bows

As I eagerly wait for December sky
To glow, with sensational firecrackers’ lights
In my arms, my grandson awaken from sleep

No words spoken, but, has the smile on his face
In him I saw myself, in my father’s arm
Now I know, December’s coming, to give grace

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Together at last

They are laughing like naughty children calling out
As they run through the sweet smelling heather
Watching for a gnarled tree trunk to sit and rest about

Looking up into the sky they're wondering whether
The clouds will break and fine rain will fall
Nothing could  mar this moment of joy of being together

They sit close arms entwined shining eyes showing all
The love they have kept hidden all this while
Life has been tough apart as they waited for this  call

No more do they need a watch, time is no longer a trial
Together for always, kisses exchanged, love songs sung
Touching her sweet smelling hair he whispers with a smile

The years have not aged us as we waited for this moment we are forever young

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Picture Perfect

Gracefully gliding, reaching you in sky,
Chasing all notes on air in sublime rhyme,
With shining leotard, my wish is to fly.

I feel every rhythm from time to time,
The sweet smiles lift every spirit so high, 
My magic fingers draw a paradigm.

Tiptoeing on the ice, so cold and dry,
Most chilled pirouette, impressive in sight,
Everyone wishes me for one more try.

“My picture”, I look wistfully in sigh,
I stand with shaking knees, my dance is wry.

Aug. 17,2013 11.05pm
by Leonora Galinta

Terza rima is a verse form composed of iambic tercets (three-line groupings). The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is "aba bcb cdc, etc." The second line of each tercet sets the rhyme for the following tercet, and thus supplying the verse with a common thread, a way to link the stanzas.

My first terza rima poem. This poem was late for the contest with the theme, "Picture Perfect" so I entered it in the other contest.

Third Place
Contest: Metrical Verse
Judged: 9/20/2013
Sponsor: Poet Giorgio Veneto

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The Misfit

The forest's morning sunlight tip-toes through the trees
casting puzzle pieces round, oh so, carelessly;
hiding all the corner bits scattered by the breeze.

The slighter boles of ash whisper endlessly
as their upright slash of gray teases 'tween the green
while their larger cousins stand, oh so, stoically.

And, the sky far over head blues the in between
back lighting, spruce and pine, as far as the eye can see.
Man intrudes like a child, man and his machines.  

Knocking down the squirrel's nest, disturbing the bee 
leaving waste along the path, muddying the stream
misplaced is his disregard in that we all agree. 

Oh so brashly, mankind walks through nature's domain 
a misfit son, a terror, crippling while he reigns.

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The Loner

Odd bird stands out among the seaside flocks
Taller, leaner with red stripes round one eye
Squats in the sand, oblivious to mocks

Opens his beak, emitting a strange cry
Gulls spread their wings, rise high and relocate
Odd bird remains, doesn’t take to the sky

Acceptance by others is not his fate
Solitude is all he has ever known
Feathers unruffled, he lives without hate

One of a kind, this bird has no clone
Staying true to himself, his strength is shown

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Perfect Water Lair

The air is wet, the sky is very grey A buoy works its shift down near the shore Light is quite scarce in these clouds by the bay Might be a little rain, clouds to implore The waves are more brisk down on the surface There might be a flash of lightning no more There’s nothing between the water and grace A constant wind exists out in the air There’s a tender, calm feeling in this place Never will one find terror or despair On this ocean a perfect water lair
Russell Sivey

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Underneath It All

Dark clouds crowd the sky, diminishing light
Eternally, the Flower, Death covers it
Not a Soul is left to shiver, Death is night

Death controls the life of Man, all Lovers
Known as the Dark Angel he comes and goes
All fear him, for that he gives no do-overs

He steals life as the wind quietly blows
There is no remedy, not even time
Only God knows that the soul truly owes

The Soul lasts until the last, final chime
No hope, No desire, time to feed the Fire
You go to Hell, with Satan you will dine

You can’t be saved with your Lover’s desire
Your Heart, Body, and Soul are now Fire

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Pain Drips

It seems at times we play sad parts.
Dancing on the edge of obscurity.
Music played on broken harps.

One step away from insanity.
We cling with a fervored grip.
How we hold on is a mystery.

We try not to drink yet take a sip.
The flavor of remorse intoxicates.
From our minds the liquid drips.

The judge and jury exonerates.
They cry this guilt was never yours
Still this knowledge doesn't satiate.
For the demons aren't trapped behind locked doors
Their power is infused within our pores

For Freddie's Terza Rima contest.

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Beaucoup Blooms


Beginning a new spring with bitter sweet 
memories of the past of romps in rye
of thimble sized strawberry perfect treats...

children dripping with bountiful surprise 
with sugary tart rhubarb pies and cream.
oh, they were and are, honeyed dreams of springtime.

When our cheeks were pink and blossoms redeemed
The garden, ours, or the farmer's near bye
gave us mystery as we planted each seed. 

Ah, sunflowers as high as the blue sky!
What joy, what a gift each spring anew
with children young and old blooming beaucoup!

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Through The Year

The garden bursting with the green of spring
Each bud and  leaf have promises to keep
New life this emerging season brings

In summer the warmth soaks elbow deep
The fish jump high and living is sweet
 Full of summer love we drift  to sleep

Now fall colors go dancing round our feet
Days of harvest before we watch geese fly
With some regret the waning days we greet

Winter arrives, with frosty breath it sighs
Thoughts turn inward, days pass one by one
WE hear music of the north wind's lonesome cry

Then at last another year is closed and done
and we greet the rise of a springtime sun

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In The Clouds

A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly lands
Upon Purple Wild Petunia's blossom
Sipped a drink of nectar, flew; life unplanned

Soon the sunny morn turns into eve; clouds come
Thunder and lightning off in distance sound
Cool air floats, peace overtakes, all succumb 

Morning brings solid clouds, will these confound
Like the cloud that filled the Holy Temple
All that Holy area did surround

A cloud that lead Israel's children gentle
All the way from Egypt to Canaan land
His appearing will be transcendental

A Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly leaves
His soon coming to this my spirit cleaves 

Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Terza Rima Sonnet Contest
Transcendental means here not in accordance with nature

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Failed Effort

My mama said to get a man,
I first must prove myself a cook.
I could not feed him from a can.

I tried to learn how from a book
And sought to make a chocolate cake.
I didn't care how long it took.

I set the oven high to bake
Then sat to watch my favorite soap
And to plan the menu I would make.

The cake was burned without a hope.
It was a cheerless sight to see,
The smoke so thick I had to grope.

Since it seems a chef I'll never be,
I'll find a man to who cooks for me.

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Mourning Night

At dusk the amber eye begins to close
Our dusty anthills fading from its sight
The midnight moonfright black-lit aura grows

Entrenching us in hollow, fiend-filled night
We lose ourselves and lose all sense of sense
We lose the light and then lose sight of sight

The baying wolves with daytime’s sun dispense
Their basest instincts echo through the sky 
The praying men seek divine vigilance

And nighttime’s hooded chaos leads to sin
And hide the compass from humanity
And so the fearful seek the light within

Yet know they need the sun at reveille 
The light and dark in order intertwine
Just like a rosary, a rosary