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Violin

.                                              She sleeps in her rose wood bed,
                                                  under a blanket of velvet red;
                                                   old and alone and forgotten,
                                           she dreams of the love she once had.
                                              Once again she recalls his caress
                                                      on the curve of her hips
                                                                and her breast
                                                         as he moved his bow
                                                      on the strings of her soul,
                                                             playing her sound
                                                    'til his passion was spent.
                                                                        ~~~
                                           They traveled the whole world over,
                                                      to every city and town;
                                              the maestro, his bow and violin,
                                                 bringing each curtain down.
                                                                        ~~~
                                               He died in a cry of sweet refrain,
                                               clutching her strings to his heart; 
                                            as he fell to the floor in a final encore,
                                                       tearing her world apart.
                                                                        ~~~ 
                                           So she sleeps in her rose wood bed,
                                                  under a blanket of velvet red;
                                                         her strings still filled 
                                                    with the song of her soul,
                                                        etched by the maestro
                                                               that loved her
                                                               so long ago!

                                                                    ~~~~~

                                                          Author:  Elaine George


Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2006

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Your Judas Like Tan

""Child's Play""

You go down like rain,
A wishing star in disguise, 
You scream bloody murder 
-the perfect two face disgrace
Your lips forever stain and reside with Benedict A 
Your eyes hide the truth, like a lost domain in space 

Darling, that will never cut what bleeds from a mother's heart
My precious doll, your feathers are mourning like a flightless dove
Is this to be love, standing there while I fall apart
Our younger years, display nothing but love,
Like the wonder years, you will remain more precious than a gem 
 
From one betrayal to another, a heart colder than winters zone
That never counts as failure, when it comes to unconditional love
Darling, the pain and secrets were never yours to absorb alone 

"My sweet darling, Let me hold you once more!"

My beautiful girl, the nights grow random like sin 
Your mind's fast at switching grapes on a vine 
Fault, from a mother to son, too much exposure from the sun
Insanity and sin remain, from a mother to her daughter 
Soaking in salt that protects me from a loaded gun
A shameful way to sunbathe your skin like a shooting star
My beautiful daughter, you put my heart behind bars

My dearest cry baby, you're all grown up these days
Sweetheart, I don't see you going home
These towels will not dry
The feeling of fresh flowers from the center core
Your man-made drama spreads through every walkway
Allowing darkness to reach the floor

-- Once again the sun, has revealed your Judas like tan
Your tears have flowed, one too many times
Here we are, covering every bruise
Raising every brow in hope everything's gone
Darling, no one will love you like I do
I whisper your name and wish life had nothing to misplace

Sweet darling, your eyes are rolling dice
A low roll of dominoes misleading everyone the wrong way
This time I can't cover your mistake with a blanket, 
My little darling, you have gone too far
Your paper dolls aren't cutting smiles from this frown
I've always known your the Iscariot, 
Selling your soul for a mere quarter

These tears were never yours to sell for at the end
Our sins will have more weight than a thousand pounds of amber
My beautiful darling, I forgive you every day, 
I want you to know, I'm Sorry about the things I had to enunciate
I don't understand how easily you trampled our bed of roses
Carrying over the moon in your treason white gown

Darling, Mommy wants you to understand
The voice of reason was for your own good
The knife in my back is rusted
The father clock continues to stand still
Sweet child, the allusion you left behind faded long ago
Contradicting your life with your infamous pretty face logo

My dearest cry baby!
Why the tan lotion, where's your sense of guilt?
Is this another game of child's play?
Darling, it's time to put them toys away

"My Sweet Darling, I need to hold you once more."

By: PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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Does your heart share this moon tonight


“For in your light I dream, as evening takes my hand” Silently I find my thoughts illumined by your beauty In soft shimmers of dancing silhouettes and patterns allowing far away breaths to sigh Eyes peer into velvet skies, visions set in motion eternally, find me stranded of this distance we share, north to south, longing for you Desperate for but a breeze, a movement of shadow, a hope of wishes made upon the early arrival of this crested view Lonely among the maples, towering soldiers lined at fielded boundaries, claiming wisdom as they too reach for your smile “And I yearn the knowledge of your distant view” Do you think, do you feel, do you dream of me from balconies high above hibiscus footpaths, candle lit in passing moments which flicker, enchant Drinking from a porcelain cup caressed by your hand, a touch my body pleads, soft fingers on smooth surroundings, ripples following moonlight sonatas, days of spring blooms and whimsical showers, flooding affections to wash over me, carry me to you This moon, suspended in charcoal heavens upon a beaded blanket of perfect pearls, beckons our dreams in simultaneous fashion “Does your heart share this moon tonight, with me”
Written for the Long Distance Love - Poetry Contest


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

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Military Tunic

~Homeless~

A lost guardian angel, sitting on the edge of everything 
I push my shopping cart along the cracks of destiny  
My house sits on the corner of every mission street
My tin coffee cup feeds on caring heartbeats
My possession is the icon of war, six missing buttons
Navy and white my grandfathers 70-yr-old military tunic.

My Jacket-  My blanket
My Jacket from which I am inseparable
My Jacket - represents the mobility of life

This Jacket is my home.





Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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NATURES WONDERFUL GARDEN

NATURE’S WONDERFUL GARDEN

Nature’s wonderful garden in display
display of autumn colours in array
array of beauty to share in delight
delight of birds in a picturesque sight.
Sight of swans as they fly above the ground
ground that is covered by leafs as if gowned
gowned by a blanket of colourful hue
hue of earth moistened by a misty dew.
Dew that reflects sunlights shimmering light
light that wakes up into a morning bright
Bright is the dawn as a new day ascends
ascends to where the earth and heaven blends.
Nature and seasons in a divine bliss
bliss of life and beauty to reminisce.

T.J Grén

March 2016
My first attempt at writing a chained sonnet.


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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Where Gladiators Fought

Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of light
The night is throbbing with the heat of our battle,
our cries, more passionate than any that have gone before

Part II

A short while earlier
A well paid bribe found us in the remains of the Ludus Magnus,
the remains of the old Gladiator School in Rome
where lies buried
a hidden entrance to an underground tunnel 
You pull me with you into dark underground world of legend
By light of a flickering torch,
we travel into the entrails of the behemoth,
coming in time upon the holding rooms
My breath catches 
I hear the sounds of man and beast
carrying through the thin layers of time:
Slaves, criminals, debtors, all awaiting their fate…
Animals pawing, grunting, starved for food
Dying to kill to stave the gnawing pain
Waiting….
Waiting to be lifted up into the arena
Waiting to fight 
Waiting to live or die

Part III

We break into the hypogeum
The crispness of the night air stings us
The vastness of it all paralyzes all thought
Rome comes ALIVE
The resurrection of history enflames us,
and as we mount those final stairs up to the arena,
I feel your excitement blazing through me
Your grasp is almost painful in jubilee
“We are here…HERE!” Your voice is laced with the sacred.
Between those famed arches…XIX and XX
We stand 
You and I all and 50,000 ghost spectators
Here at the East Entrance
The Gate of Life Looms above us
True gladiators passed through these very gates 
Here the applause coursed through their veins
And thundered to the captives below…
Here I stand
Quivering with the knowledge of all this night means to me
That thunder reverberates through MY body
I can hardly breathe
Your eyes are looking up at tiered levels
while mine look ahead
There is the walkway connecting the east to west
At the far side is the Libitinarian, the Gate of Death,
through which dead gladiators were dragged,
their bodies dumped in the Spoliarium 
to be stripped of clothes and armor
Life and death
Here, they converged
Here, they fought
On this night
I know
I will strip myself of my clothing and armor
I will let down my defenses
and give in to your onslaught of passion
Here… I will die to all but your eyes

Part IV

I walk, quietly, with purpose
Here….in this place...
my virgin blood will be spilt
Halfway between life and death, I stop
I turn towards you
My voice reaches you on the night wind
“Come to me!”
I see you move towards me
My mighty gladiator
You who have fought my demons
You who have slain my nightmares
You who have held in check
A savage desire for possession
As you stand before me
I wonder if you know
Tonight is the night
You will plunder and ravage
to your heart's delight
your just reward

Part V

You find a place to keep the torch upright
You see the blanket I’ve spread on the ground
I answer the question in your eyes
With the curve of my lips
I steady my hands as they work to undress me
I feel my body burn in the warmth of your presence
Your eyes undress me faster than my hands can,
and yet... you are....immovable
You stand transfixed
You wait until my only covering
Is my flowing hair
"Make love to me
Here, now...be my gladiator
Come...claim your prize."
I reach out my hand to you
and in a moment
before my next intake of breath
you've come to life and crush me in your arms
Your mouth claims mine
like never before
seeking more
your tongue explores
demanding, commanding
it takes what it will
You pull me in to you 
Your hand in my hair,
my breath is raptured by your sheer strength
Your mouth travels along my neck
Hungry….like a famished animal finally set free to feast
You devour as you reach my cleavage 
I lean back to let you savor my breasts
For the first time
to taste 
You’re down on your knees
your tongue encircling my navel
going round and round and dipping inside
This prophetic dance of what is to come
washes over me
as you lower me to the ground
In a moment, I’m looking at the stars
The two brightest ones being your eyes
You are above me
You are everywhere
Kissing tasting touching feeling pleasing
Finding my voice, I pant...
“Don't...be gentle
not...now!"
I’m gasping with the effort
of all I need to say...
of the weight of feelings...
raging within me
"Don't...hold back anymore
Take me...
Take me...now."

Your hands reach for mine and pin them down
My breasts heave, my body rocks
as I feel you plunging into the moistness 
that your very presence always creates in me
But never...to this luxuriant degree
Pain mixes with pleasure again and again
As I hear your grunt and groan
Your ecstasy comes in manish moan
And I close my eyes to the Roman night sky

I sigh
I die
To the world
I am reborn in you
I hear your victory cry
And feel your jubilant release inside

Part VI

They fought for life
We fought for love
My fingers run through your hair
Your head is pillowed on my breast
My heart beat a reminder
Of what you have won
A gladiator’s reward...

LIFE
found
in the arms
of the woman
you
LOVE


For Justin Bordner’s Contest
Make Love to Me in that Ancient Place
November 16, 2014



Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Snow -a Sleep

Snow - a sleep descending on the twilight streets; Snow, in silent fields you lie pristine beneath moon’s glow, a blanket shimmering. Oblivion serene! Tranquilly envelop me in Sleep - a snow; the more you fall, the deeper that I go under. Oh, sweet Slumber, suffocate with pearly flakes those of us the weary that repose, long time having waited like the windrows. As Boreas does blow, lull and bury all in drifting, dreamy snow. July 11, 2015 For Skat's poem you are proud of #2


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns By gazing over hills to where old country church bells and crickets play harmonious sounds These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows pouring moonlight zest across the rose plum of my cheek By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand By tides washing out corals to a distant land These eyes have often been solaced by your return to this vacant room inside my heart By the hush hushed whisper of your voice By the embrace of your arms By the way you love me By the way you need me By the way you want me Like an autumn bonfire before next sunrise'dew fall By the way you lean on me


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

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Hot cider dreams



Fall glides in on the wings of migrating monarchs, stained glass visions seeking respite from a tedious journey signaling a change in our surroundings Blushing, the complexion of November slips from swimsuit informalities to fawn layered outfits of earth tone lace Singing of cool breeze melodies on chrysanthemum dance steps Sweetly autumn reaches, filling every part of my heart collecting at my feet like fallen leaves Swirling about me on winds of fleece lined affection tickling fancies and coaxing smiles Maple syrup hues cling to pumpkin seed desires, painting pathways in tinted curves, outlined in kaleidoscope siftings, champagne ribbons winding to stroll with the one you adore Fireside encounters warm of passion’s enduring flame a’ glow on shade drawn windows and pine needle temptations floating of chilled evening whispers Wrapped in my arms, hot cider dreams gather amidst comforting aromas, weaving scented shadows neath wool blanket motions and as the season changes, so do I… I fall more in love with you


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

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The Library of Trust and Hope

The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope

(Cant decide on title, so feel free to pick or suggest one)

She was all but four years of age
Birthdays were such magical moments
The cake was filled with candles
The balloons still in their package twelve on the table

Daddy daddy, I can not fill these balloons!!
They are not magic like you said!!!!!
Do not fret Maria, its daddy who is magical
I shall help you little one, let me see those balloons

Sure enough daddy blew up twelve white and pink balloons
Maria was in awe at daddy’s magical powers
She knew her daddy would fight dragons to bring her but a smile
Maria knew she was safe in daddy's arms, oh what a birthday this will be

Maria was now ten years older
Fourteen years old and already filled with so many happy memories
On this fall day, home from school
There was grandpa in the back yard as usual

He was tending his garden of roses
When she was younger, he told her they were magical roses
Grandma would speak to him in his magical garden
From the heavens above


Now at eighteen, daydreaming in a coffee shop
A stranger picks up a rose from an empty table
A smile oozing in charm, stares into her eyes
This is for you, beauty for beauty


She was swept off her feet, in a whirlwind romance
They danced and dined, it seemed all on her dime
Until the morning she awoke, completely alone
Both lover and credit cards did abscond


Now twenty one, and wise to the world
Absorbed in her studies, somewhat colder than one should be for that age
A chilly fall day in an empty library
A stranger comes, giving her a drawing of a red rose

Hello he says! I drew this for you!
Oh no she thinks to herself, not another one!
Politely she smiles and replies thank-you, but I am taken
This stranger smiles right back and says, the drawing is for you no matter

The next week, and the weeks after, the same routine
He comes to her with a drawing of another beautiful rose
She politely declines his advances
Maria knows that a rose, has a stem, and that comes with pricks

The twelfth week and here he is again
What is the poor girl to do?
She is curious, and she can not quite help herself
She asks, from what do you draw such beautiful flowers?

He smiles kindly and replies
How about next week, I show you?
We can have a coffee, and discuss art
Hesitating she just can not say no to this simple gesture of kindness

They are walking along, and surprisingly she finds herself
Quite intrigued with the ease of their conversation
He takes hold of her hand, and says I live over there, the house in red
She has no time to object as he pulls her forward to the backyard

She stares in absolute shock and awe at what appears before her
Why its the most beautiful, wonderful, enchanting English garden she ever saw
You? she stammers, you made this?
He smiles shyly and says; well now you know what inspires my drawings

Now Maria is eighty and filled with both happiness and sadness
Her husband of all these years has passed on
To be with all his precious roses in the heavens waiting
She sits in their garden, remembering a life time of memories

She picks a single rose, and inhales its fragrance
Contemplating the wisdom's of life
I miss you so much my love
You taught me trust is earned and not given
	Your love was my blanket of happiness, wait for me my love, 
		I am yours eternally





Dear Reader

I was lucky in life to have had a good upbringing. My daddy, showered me with love, but most of all he taught me that gifts were not objects, balloons were not magical, nor was he. I learned that what was magical is the time and effort he took to love me, and protect me and those memories I so cherish, but they also he showed me the values I hold dear in myself and those around me. 

Then there was dear old grandpa. His garden was his passion, and I suspect that if I could have had more time to spend with him, it was really grandma’s passion, and after her passing, this was the activity that kept him close to her soul. In that respect, I guess it was truly a magical garden. Whenever he saw me, his eyes would light up, he would pour lemonades and he told me such wonderful stories. Unlike many though, he listened to all my troubles and told me, that in life I had to learn some things the hard way, but that he himself knew for a certainty that I would find the love and happiness, that as a young women, I felt would be lost to me forever.

I re-tell my story for all the people out there that have lost trust in others, or have lost hope in humanity. You may have your heart stolen for awhile, someone can bring you sadness, but never let them steal your soul. Learn that trust is earned, not given, and never punish the rest of the world, for your bad experience, for ultimately it is you who suffers most. Be giving, kind and generous, with a strong will and mind. If someone does not respect you, then they shall never earn your trust, and that’s how it should be. Be wise, be prudent, be safe, but most of all be open to love and kindness

God bless
Maria Sefue


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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Stardust Road

“Stardust Road.”

"Soft defense is driven by my thoughts,
I vanish away into yesterday’s scenic road,
Set the mood among the dark clouds,
Wish I could go back to the night, of fourteen and cold.
Tell me not to look up and cover myself with the world.

Sorry I could not stay, 
One too many excuses & lies,
To where they never fixed themselves;
I could not handle the air,
I had to breathe right the cold nights that followed. 
I stood as one in love, under the starry sky…
Young and alone, I left the never-ending vindictive feeling.
The dust slept every reason inside my soul.
I travel the world, snoozing with the magic of the sand.
Stars that echo and drop twinkles to my walking toes.
The horizon was my blanket and shield
Where the light and night I wore, 
Accelerating, escaping no more justification! 
"Oceans of excuses sailed through my soul, 
Heartbroken, but in love with defiance toward the stardust novelty. 

With a sigh!
I hesitate not to look back,
Somewhere the ages turn to rust: 
Old and grey, all alone,

The leaves I stepped on then are trample and gone.
One day I shall return for the proper goodbye.
For now, I must travel down this lonely road silently.
Slowly my heart will heal itself, nurturing the frozen sleet away.
Releasing the 14-year old girl at last,
In a body a mind and soul, 
Confronting her with an, I BELONG HELLO!”

By;PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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When He Forgets The Sweetness Of Her Name

When time comes for him to sail like wind-blown leaves and cherry blossoms falling in the lake When He drifts away like a moon too far to reach When He forgets the fragrance of her hair and how She tasted 'neath blue-washed linen sheets When He forgets the sweetness of her name and the thousand ways She loved him through each breaking day Its then,She will remember each promise they concealed. Its then where She would whisper 'Come back and lay with me Come here and tread your solitude beneath your tired feet Look deep into my eyes and tell me what you see. Tell me, are your nights long,are they vacant and cold Or does the candle burning still glows to keep you warm' Its then when She would whisper 'Come back and lay with me Enclosed within my arms is where you ought to be' But whispers will fade slowly like ripples of fresh rain that once flooded his heart ,then dried like ash of grey. Her whispers go unanswered,His silence will prevail His cheeks will not hold teardrops,His heart would bury pain His mind will block the memory,each moment they have shared But thoughts keep spreading freely like wings of soaring birds Thoughts will keep returning years after He forgets Recalling green fields memories and a lady with a hat A lady on a blanket, arms wrapped around her knees His shoes right there beside her , a fondled kiss in breeze.
Inspired by the song' The One' , by Elton John. Not a bio-Just in case : )


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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WINTER

thick blanket of snow snuggling the flowerbeds with a winter wrap Entered in My Best poem contest sponsored by Skat 6th October 2014


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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Down Fall

Within the warmth of home, I sit amazed
at the gentle fall of snow through window pane.
Cup of tea in hand, my layered thoughts unchain,
and tumble from the tip of tongue unfazed
to land upon a pristine page appraised,
aided by the silent fall through snowy pane.
Oh, the soft white wintry glow 'pon the lane
leaves a graceful drape, Lord be praised.

Within the warmth of home, I muse on themes 
of days to come and those gone bye and so,
I thank the Lord for all of nature's schemes,
for the gift of time, for peace, and for the snow. 
Oh, make the blanket deep, I wish to dream,
may all my days and 'morrows have this glow.





Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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Internal Interview

Living amid the blurred lines of my reflections
Stark cold fears snow me blanket my resolve
Nestled my leafless core begging for rebirth

Patches of life clumped to the reality of what is what was
Soul penetrating every doubt of self worth 
Raw exposure of glory days forgone

Dreams engulf the rapture of greener pastures
Revealed in roots embedded firmly in my foundation 
Seeds flourish branches extend and trunks stand firm


Copyright © Carol B. | Year Posted 2016

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Hush The Stars

“Look up at the stars,” you say
Its just another night up on the old water tank
Our blanket is spread and here we sit with the universe our theater
Another night of showing me the constellations 
Astronomy…your love
You…my love
The stars….your hobby
You….my idolatry

I try to follow your pointing finger
I try so hard to see them, those legends in your night sky
Hercules and Orion
You breathe out the names in sacred tones of awe
The constellations come alive, thundering across the sky
Celestial history of time

But the only stars I see shine in your eyes
your masculine grace
the beauty of your face
your inner glow that shames this night star show
you take my breath away...

And all I know on this night
is that I want to slide down the handle of the Big Dipper with you
And splash into the waters of passion
Drenched in the liquid light of your love
My universe

“You’re not listening…” you reprimand gently
as you look at me
I can’t speak
You touch my cheek
“What is it?”
And my voice is still
as I struggle to find the will
to make you see
all that you mean to me
I rise to my feet
Trembling, I speak...

“I will not let ….the stars outshine MY love for you
That’s…all you see
I’m here
now taste my jealousy"...
Your upturned face moves me beyond inhibitions..
My hands overcome the shyness
my stuttering voice belies 
They start to undress me

“I am…your earth bound Virgo
Here….I’m here…
But I will no longer be your virgin...
Not tonight" 
My blouse flutters to the ground
and my hands move to my skirt
"Make me your Andromeda, your chained lady
Yes….wrap yourself around me
Bind me with your love
Be my hungry Leo, thirsty with desire
And I will play the part of Aquarius… a water bearer of love”
And my undergarments….along with my skirt, fall all around me
Naked, I lower myself onto your lap
I straddle you
as the Milky Way straddles the night sky

And now….I am all you see
Your star struck eyes now focus on me
Wonder fills them as they take in my breasts
Full and taut with desire
for the first time revealed
I feel your fire
I speak…

“Yes, you cannot touch celestial orbs, but touch these...
Touch me...taste me....I'm here
And let my throbbing full moon
Covered now with a mantle chaste 
Reveal itself to your touch
I want you so much...
Yes, I'm here"...

And you fondle and taste 
and you fiercely embrace 
In my virgin blush
the stars hush
they hush to the sound of your name
that comes from my lips in bursts of new pleasure
time stands still to in the wake of this thrill
and my universe comes to be
birthed within your release

Trembling in my arms you speak 
In a voice awed and weak

"My universe...is you
The stars fall silent...their voice is hushed
every time....
every time...
you say my name.

You hush the stars with my name"

Eileen Manassian
February 24, 2015


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Wonders of Winter

Look up!  Snowflakes appear in streetlights
   Hear children cheer as snow days are announced
Watch the powder fly during snowball fights
   Listen as faith through joyful hymns is pronounced
   Join snow angel brigades while on wintery landscapes we pounce

Walk briskly with me through the winter woods
   Where boughs of evergreens droop with white frost
Don your boots and pull up your jacket hood
   Let’s slide on the lake until our energies exhaust
   Then trudge back home as snow drifts are crossed

Place damp clothes on a chair by the fireside
   Pour a glass of wine and snuggle with me
Whispers of passion, ‘neath a blanket confide
   Lights from the fir tree fill our hearts with glee
   As you offer me your ring on bended knee


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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Suncatcher --recited

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A visitor— icicle fingers tapping on my windows' pain— white blanket in tow Hurting enough, I paid him no mind so he kept tap, tap, tapping ‘til cobweb-like cracks appeared: a final, gentle tap shatters my windows My rainbow world now smothered, pallid, forced into boredom and slumber, sunlight chased away and I am never the same again… Soul gets plunged deep in the cold blinded by whiteness, numbed with simplicity there is an eerie stillness, almost as if no one dared to breathe, even the barren trees refused to quiver brittle dendrites seem to claw the sky futile though, for they are frozen, grasping at nothingness, clouds stubborn and stoic, brooding in silent grayness …and then from within, a filigreed whisper escapes palpable and brave~ it weaves its way through the branches, gathering strength wherever it went it beckons to the sky, which in turn gives in and celebrates ~ letting dainty confetti fall white, yet amazingly graceful each flake falls softly on the ground— a fashionable brocade trees softly sway now, and dance to a winter song the sky weeps with happiness for seeing a glimpse of life— diamond teardrops they catch a bit of evasive sunlight, of which I thought I’ve lost and give birth to miniature rainbows… all this time, Sunlight was there I just never knew how to catch it.
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Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2011

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Kiss the Wind

I lay down
A lazy Sunday afternoon
The first winds from the north
Blowing snow like a blanket upon our souls

I fall asleep, in a haze of dreams
Where there she appears and forgive the obvious
The woman of my dreams
Never undressed, mind nor body

Here, in my delusion I beg for her heart
Tears roll down upon her chest
I whisper softly, tell me, tell me
You are my twin, in coldness and the dark

Entwined, we breathe slowly in silence
Words have flowed like the tears of the past
I hold on, in love, in desperation, in ecstasy
I caress her hair, and whisper be mine

Forever

Then I awoke, another sad day


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

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Causalities of War

.                                                     Beneath a blanket of earth
                                                     With a pillow made of stone
                                                       Her child eternally sleeps
                                                                    
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.                                                     While at the foot of his bed
                                                           She stands alone
                                               And weeps! And weeps! And weeps!


.                                                  Written:  November 20th, 2009
                                                    Author:  Elaine George


Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2009

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The Snowflake

Young love is pure - like snow when fallen new -
and always I’ll recall one wondrous day!
Through dawn, soft powder fell; clouds lingered grey
until mid-morning. Splendid sun shone through
the gloom, and sky turned periwinkle blue!
Excited, we ran laughing, out to play
in snow, which all around us brightly lay.
But never did I guess what would ensue. . .

You chased me, until breathless, we both dropped
onto a blanket of sheer white, and then
a snowflake touched my mouth. Your fingertips
began to trace its shape, until you stopped. . .
Your gaze became intense, and that is when
you bent to kiss the snowflake from my lips.
















Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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It is Written in a Star

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                                                                   I
                                                                  am
                                                                  the
                                                                 star
                                                                 that 
                                                                shone
                                                               brightly
                                                             in the East
                                                             that night
                                                            so long ago
                                                         A heavenly light
                                                     that guided wise men
                                                  to the place where He lie
                                             In a manger on a blanket of hay
              *  *  *  *  *Christ -Immanuel - a radiant child - a gift from God*  *  *  *  *
                                           His only son who died on a cross                                        
                                                 for teaching us to love and
                                                           help one another
                                                                for this is
                                                                 the only
                                                                   way
                                                                  there
                                                                    Will
                                                                    ever
                                                                     be
                                                                  peace
                                                                     on
                                                                  Earth
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Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2009

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The Wealth of Spring

Assorted spring flowers, naked, rise in morning sun
Breaking through a thin blanket of snow, earth spun.
Cascades of dainty Narcissus smile with golden faces
Drinking up the sun as morning warmth embraces.
Enjoy the heavenly floral scent that gardens bring.
Fledglings high in tree nests sense that it is spring. 
Growing fast they will soon gain courage to take flight,
Hovering low over canopies, it is their birthright!
Irises spring forth in hopes to match the sky
Just as daffodils claim the colors of sun’s eye.
Keep the cherry blossom's imprint in your mind
Leaving memories of pink poetic petals that you find.
Moments spent in this season’s refreshing rain 
Nurture and inspire a poet’s muse again.
Only spring can coax the lovely lilac’s bloom
Perfuming breezes, singing springtime’s tune.
Quaint bird houses dot the country lanes 
Rewarding visions viewed through window panes.
Spring reclaims our joyful mood as winter ends,
Treating us to vivid colors this season sends.
Uncloaking animals in snowy hibernation,
Verdant becomes the blessings of vegetation.
Wealth is seen in all the colors of sweet spring
Xylogenous creatures in forests are welcoming.
Yellowthroat warblers singing in trees greet melting snow.
Zephyr’s enchant, as they scatter blossoms down below.

© Connie Marcum Wong

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Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

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THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS

Sparkling snowflakes were falling around Making a thick blanket on the ground The lights on the Christmas trees Twinkling brightly in the breeze Carol singers sang a Christmas song People around joined in the throng Their lanterns casting a golden glow Their shadows dancing in the snow Two excited children were ready for bed Having left food for the reindeer's and Santa to be fed They’d left their stocking by the tree Their eager eyes sparkled with glee Hoping the stockings would be filled with gifts and toys They put in their letter they’d been good girls and boys Tommy had asked Santa for a shiny new bike The red one in the shop was the one he would like Ella asked for a new doll and a pram that was white The thought of it made her eyes shine with delight They sleepily climbed the stairs to their room Through the curtains they saw the light of the moon Soon they both were fast asleep They slept so soundly there was not a peep In the morning they bounced out of bed Wondering if Santa and the reindeer's had been fed Bits of straw and carrot peel lay on the hall floor Their mouths dropped open in wonder and awe The living room door was slightly ajar Santa has visited on his trip from afar Their stockings bulged with gifts and toys Santa had kept his promise to these good girls and boys 11~23~14


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

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Isle of Bast

Memories of the North Sea
sift in like sand kernels 
on a fast, frigid tide:
events that transpired outside 
the confines of rhyme,
unfolding exactly 
as they were meant to.

Never before had I seen
so many shades of gray;
the overcast, monochromatic splendor
was awe-inspiring,
instead of being bleak and bleary.
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The smell of salt and seaweed
awakes something dormant and eternal,
deep within me. 
I have a surging desire 
to flush stagnancy from my blood—

salty blood and water
come together in a communion
of distant relations and movements.

Beside me, a flash of bright red 
digs in the sand; my child 
is wearing the only vibrant colour 
to be seen for many kilometres.
The colour matches her 
enthusiasm and energy, 
as she moves from one spot to the next
like a dancing flame;
reflected, a fire glows from my eyes.

Unknowingly, I had dressed
in the same colours of the sky and sea,
blending into the scenery
like a chameleon:
an illusion thicker than the clouds;
an illusion of stone
for me to melt and reinvent
at the spinning speed of thought.

I watch my daughter
drink the seascape with a smile of wonder;
it's her first time visiting an ocean.
With our pants rolled up to the knee,
we wade through waves,
and collect stones and shells.
She knows the chameleon
who walks alongside her in the frothy surf.

Observing seabirds cover the steep cliffs
of the island located further out,
in a blanket of black and white feathers,
I wonder if people onshore
only see a solitary dash of red out here,
or if the chameleon 
is more noticeable than I had thought.



2012 North Sea Remix
December 17th, 2012






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Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012