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FALL IN LOVE

F eeling enraptured, Autumn dances in the wind, then undresses.
A s bright robes fall to the ground, her passion paints the twilight skies.
L ike a nymph, she beckons, tossing her fiery auburn tresses.
L ongingly she sighs - September’s bliss lingering in her eyes.

I ndian summer days come; then they go.
N ights though chill, embrace her in indigo.

L ater, in November, her sweetness wanes.
O ctober cannot stay forever loving her.
V acantly she gazes through freezing rains.
E ndearments whispered - cease - when Fall loses ardor.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Ecstasy

Exquisitely frail, a lone flute exhales, leaving this heart in a flutter 

Cascading aloft, soft violins rise, from the flow of smooth silver rivers

Swelling the throat, sending spirits afloat on a sailboat of pure ecstasy

Transforming me now, through the mist all alone, where the music can take me away

A symphony of poems, transcends me above, where folklore and hope never ends

Soaring above, and honed from the heart, from the one who knew the divine
 
Yesterday's score, sublime as it is, takes me beyond today's shore

 ______________________________________


Inspired by the music of Smetana
youtube link to music:   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3G4NKzmfC-Q



Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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THE R-O-S-E

THE ROSE


T~hirty-two steps through the yellow-green grass led me to you.
H~aving to choose which one; my heart with no doubt chose you.
E~very rose bloomed quite differently, though nothing meretricious like you.

R~ed is known to be the favorite color to man; color blinded; my soul desired you.
O~f all the roses, my senses were captivated and comely to you.
S~ome men may pick more than one rose; but, I only want you.
E~ven mother nature so pulchritudinous can't compare to you.





Pace, G
IN-U-SCRIPT

05-06-2012


Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2012

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Alien Feet

ALIEN                             -NOT-                               HUMAN


 Alien life form---                                             ---Far from human toucH
 Living among it self---                              ---In the heavens like a gurU
 Intelligence kept from civilization---      ---Scientist call it a phantoM 
 Earth remains alone---                                           ---Like a secret ninjA 
 NASA's top secret---                                           ---You are not humanN

 BY:                             .                                 BY:


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013

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FREEDOM'S CALL

Forever will I long for you 
Remembering your love each day
Enabled me to make it through  
Each time I shipped away 
Do not be afraid," I said, 
Oblige me in this task I take
Many people depend on me 
Soldier's love do not forsake

Come to me in the dark of night
And I shall know you believe 
Let me hear your silent prayer
Let your love help me achieve

6/27/15



Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2015

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CARMEN

Can a child ever forget, how deep a mother’s love abides

All those days since birth, till now I’m grown she guides

Remembering her smile, so tender, so warm as her embrace

More than soothes away my pain, my fear of failure and disgrace

Even in my dreams she comforts, her voice, her scent would stay

Never will her being mother stop, till when I’m old and gray.





26 March 2015
Contest : Acrostic on Mother's Day - 1st Place
Sponsor : TAMMY REAMS


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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MALTA

Magnificent scenery Ancient Architecture Lovely lovely people Terrific cuisine All I wish is to return again one day Jan Allison 31st October 2014


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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Silent Killer

Sugary drinks and decadent sweet desserts
indulgent chocolate and crumbling cookies
lavish ice cream - refreshing on summer days
entice my senses - craving more and more
nectarous delights of luscious nirvana
tantalize my taste buds calming my soul

Kiss of death - having a sweet tooth
ignorantly naive to the damage it causes
lusting forbidden vices that were devoured
life is never the same when diagnosed diabetic
erratic disease can be hereditary - constantly
reminded by how my mother suffers from it

22 November 2015
A Vice You Love - Poetry Contest by Rob Carmack

In diabetes, rising blood sugar acts like a poison.  The World Health Organization estimate that over 382 million people worldwide including 3.2 million people in the UK have diabetes.
Diabetes is often called the silent killer because of its easy-to-miss symptoms.
Diabetes affects 24 million people in the U.S., but only 18 million know they have it. About 90% of those people have type 2 diabetes.
Having a blood test will reveal if you have diabetes. I would highly recommend it.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words

A kind word, of course,
Can soothe the flustered soul or bring a smile
To a frowning face. That’s a given, but
In one’s troubled times, words still are
Only words.
Naked they become, for we see right through them when
Sincerity is misspoken and devoid of thoughtful deed.

Simple gestures are more meaningful than pretty words.
Persuasive poets perhaps pen verses to their beloved
Elegant and extravagant like pearls. Empty all the same
Are artful words given in pretense or with thought of recompense.
Kindness for me is found in action!

Lovers - real and honest lovers - are
Obliging, and they are more than kind!
Unabashedly they step in to defend those whom they hold dear.
During good times and bad, they will be there,
Enduring every hardship by their lover’s side,
Relinquishing their own needs for the needs of their adored.

Thank God if such a man or woman
Has ever graced your life.
Actions of their ardor
Never should be taken for granted.

Words can be loud with promises,
Overflowing also with
Romance!  But only a fool would
Deny that one's exhibition of love is
So much the sweeter!

Written March 29, 2016 for the Cliche contest of Silent One


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Fragile Heart

Flickering like a flame in the wind
reverberating songs of innocence 
addicted to empathic emotions
gallantly offering sustenance as it's
infatuated with a desire to always
love with compassionate support
especially the internal beloved 

Heed this advice my sweetheart
external devotion is no testament
actions are as important as words
recognise the one who feels your 
torment - reflecting your soul

The Silent One
27 November 2015


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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Mathematics

Mental stretching, the required sacrifice
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division
To all exercises, these four are the basics
Hell on paper but sweet in its understanding
Equations and formula, serving as raw products
Mastering the existence of numbers to gain its wisdom
Arithmetics also in a graphical representation
Then its technicalities in shapes and planes
Into life's activities, these applications silently integrate
Calculation of numbers and expressions
Sum up all problems via solutions to an answer.


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Whiteness

Winter frost on willow trees  
     Weeping tears of snow.  
Halos 'round the opal moon,
     Hopeful, humble glow.           
Ivory keys collecting dust, 
     Itching to be played.   
Tresses bleached by age and time,
     Thinning as they fade. 
Empty pages bound in cloth,
     Ernest for a word.
Naked rows of birches -
     Noble and absurd. 
Endless skies of cotton clouds 
     Eager to unfurl.
Strings of sparkling diamonds, 
     Strands of subtle pearls.
Shovel, shiver - still, it falls:
     Snow subdues the world.


Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2012

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Cross My Heart

C ome to the
R iver
O f my 
S oulful
S entiments

M eandering silently
Y earning for release

H asten
E arnestly
A s my love flows by
R ushing through the flood-gates
T o your heart.

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Contest: 100 in a row # 10
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014

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Dogs and Cats

In my life, I’ve had about five . . . . . . . . . . . DOGS

What naughty chewing little beasts they . . . ARE

Nonetheless, I still think they are . . . . . . . . .COOL;

However, I’ve had twice as many . . . . . . . .. CATS

Independent, sweet and clean they usually . . ARE

For that, I find  cats to be just a tad bit. . . .  COOLER


Written Aug. 2015 for the "End Line Word" Poetry contest of HGarvey Daniel Esquire




Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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September

Slipping      slipping     sweet summer is    slipping      away,

Ebbing into the ocean of my memories.

Palpable is my changing mood when all too soon,

The Equinox arrives to     l  e  n g  t  h  e  n     shadows.

Enticed by cooler days and nights,

My birth month acquiesces, then brilliantly begins

Bursting forth in bright beguiling hues!

Elegies evoked in me by summer’s leaving still linger in my poetry.

Resolved to all of it - at last - I turn to the revelry of fall festivities.


Written 8/9/2015 Originally For the Birth Month Acrostic Poetry Contest 
Now for Julia Ward's Your Favourite Poem From AUGUST 2015 Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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EXTINCTION

Earth is dying - doomed is human existence
xenophobic bigotry increases with persistence
totalitarian leaders rule with tyrannical power
ignorant society is blind to imminent final hour
nonchalantly fauna and flora are being ravaged
careless corporations leave little to be salvaged
towering ugly concrete buildings - not so humble
increase as animals continue to die in the jungle
obsolescence times haunt as war eliminates life
nuclear weapons usage will only continue strife

3 January 2016

Extinction contest by Anthony Slausen


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Narcissism

Narcissus fell in love with his own image 
a reflection in a pool of water
remarkably 1% suffer from Narcissistic personality disorder
consumed in the pursuit of gratification for vanity
including egotistical admiration of attributes
socially and culturally immune from empathy and compassion
sustaining satisfying relationship a major problem
ignorant in understanding another person's perspective
susceptible to delusions of grandeur - love flattery
megalomaniacs born everyday in our community 

The Silent One
29 November 2015

The term "narcissism" comes from the Greek myth of ?????ss??, or in Latin Narcissus, a handsome Greek youth who rejected according to Ovid the desperate advances of the nymph Echo. These advances eventually led Narcissus to fall in love with his own reflection in a pool of water. Unable to consummate his love, Narcissus "lay gazing enraptured into the pool, hour after hour," and finally changed into a flower that bears his name, the narcissus.

The concept of excessive selfishness has been recognized throughout history. In ancient Greece the concept was understood as hubris. It is only in recent times that it has been defined in psychological terms.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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Charmileen

C onjuring wonders with pen in hand
H olding me captive; in awe I stand.
A cceleration, slow down, restrain
R ousing emotions to grand refrain
M erging together to tempt and tease
I nserting visions with utmost ease
L ifting and rolling to rhythmic flow
E laboration that goes on show.
E xpressing virtues of mind and soul
N either is failing to reach her goal.

[To two of my friends in poetry Charmaine C. & Eileen M. G.]


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Author: Paul Callus
Contest: Acrostic Time #1 
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A  
Placing: 3rd


 




 


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014

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The Middle Line

                                 Be patien T ear down your neighbor
                                  Have fait H ate God
                             Don’t tell a li E schew the truth

         Your reward is God’s kingdo M ake money your God
                   Be wise like the Mag I gnorance is bliss
                     Be a good shepher D ishonor your parents
                      Be meek like a chil D efy God’s laws
                        Live a life tranqui L ive in the fast lane
                             Practice virtu E vil rules you

                 Treat your spouse wel L ust after another's mate
          God’s traits begin with Omn I dolatry is Satan’s way
                        Slothfulness is si N eglect your duties
              Don’t walk the middle lin E mbrace tempation


Written Oct. 20, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich for the Creative Layout Contest of Broken Wings


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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December - A Time to Remember

December – A Time to Remember

Deep into Fall, as brown wrinkly-faced leaves wave adieu
Ebony evening sky twinkles with rhinestone-studded stars
Chilly winds blow … a sign that winter’s just next door
Erubescent sunsets flaunt their majestic golden crowns
Mingling with gray and white patches of layered cotton-white clouds
Beautiful, ruling planet Jupiter aligns with Venus and Mars
Ever the auspicious harbinger of wisdom, prosperity, and power…
Reminding my mother of the day I, her first child, was born.


Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

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JUMPING FOR JOY - JADAZZLE ARE FINALLY REUNITED

Jan and Daz are so so happy 
United are Jadazzle 
Many months have passed
Poetry writing has been put on hold
It's been over a year... but we 
Never gave up believing we would write together 
Good times are just around the corner

Friendship oh so strong
Overt faith in each other
Radiating from united hearts

Joyous in our reunion
Optimism will be our byword
Yesterday is but a memory

12th August 2015

This is our first poem in about 14 months - writing together again was a dream that has finally come true - Jadazzle are well and truly reunited.

Written by Jan Allison and Darren Watson


Copyright © JADAZZLE UNITED | Year Posted 2015

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Leaves Talking

Lovely golden red-tinged leaves seem lost in conversation,
Eloquently rustling as they flutter to the ground.
Autumn’s breeze is whispering to them a revelation.
Vanquished they are soon to be.  Vanished – they will have no sound.
Eerily the evening creeps, its shadows enveloping the trees.
Stirring in the wind, the leaves now hiss as November’s grieves.

Trembling are the leaves that on lush boughs once brightly swayed.
Ashen is their world; murmuring with fear, crestfallen they lie,
Longing for the green of summer,
Knowing they soon will fade. . . .
Inglorious is our end!  Can you hear their forlorn cry?
Now the wind is quiet, and the leaves have all grown still.
Gone is Harvest Moon. First snow falls with a silent chill.

Sept. 17, 2016 
For Janice Canerdy's Any Poem that got N/A'd in September 2016 Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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I Held The Cloth Of Secret Mysteries



(THE TITLE OF THIS POEM WAS GIFTED BY OUR DEAR ARTHUR VASO )

I held the cloth of secret mysteries to my bosom  
 
Hoping to cleave the harsheties of this world.  Sitting on the         
Edge of time I slow down to take in this natural world by storm, 
Loving it to pieces, I submit to all it's sense and sensibilities, and   
Drink from the deeds of meditation quietly, aside a river's gulp; 

The answers to my questions never quite run dry for I find a million  
Hellion more in my weed filled garden , and that is why in    
Eagerness to quiet my storms, I abandon my heart to the God within.    

Calmer than the deep blue sea is he, he is the light of all secret mysteries.  He      
Loves me just as I am, and that is why he is the master of my eyes and mouth  
Offering up my life journey I throw away my road map and my crystal ball  
The only thing I need is his finger on the wheel, and a bless of Fatherhood  
Heaven is right here beside me and I got  angels round my girth.  I am 

Open to his miracles, and to the things that I can't view, 
Fear becomes a grain of sand, and courage nothing new;  

LOVE           Such is his mission              "LOVE"     must do it's part  
LOVE           Ecumenical by nature,          "LOVE"     always imparts      
LOVE           Christianity at large             "LOVE"     is an art 
LOVE           Religiosity/spirituality           "LOVE"     twin hearts 
LOVE           Esprit  de corps                  "LOVE"      is soul  
LOVE           Truth revealed, no secret,     "LOVE"     gives us a fresh start   

Mysteries are                                             indecipherable
Yoked to the heart and soul of                                 God,  
Satan doesn't own a leg                                    to stand on;    
Teach your children well                                   about "LOVE" 
Enrich their lives                         with         a good mystery
Reach out to those                                            in need 
I held the cloth of secret mysteries       with              God's face  in it                   
Every inch of his cloth is adored          with              reverence            
Such is God's mission                      'LOVE'            is his all  

I held the cloth of secret mysteries, 
and it contained, 
my Father's sense and sensibilities...

The End..

Mystic Rose 
July 30,2016




Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016

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Andrea

A sweet ray of sun on an autumn breeze
Nestled amongst arms in nature's way
Dreaming dreams and living scenes 
Right in front of our very eyes
Etching out lasting memories
And uncovering endless possibilities

Happy birthday Andrea!!
You are truly a gift to us.


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

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Wise Men Still Seek Him Today

W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
 
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him.  It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day. 
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
 
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today! 
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
 
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.

H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
 
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You.  Will You accept this love?

For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.


Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2009