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THE WHEEL HAS COME FULL CIRCLE

What goes up must come down. 
No colors can define who you are. 
You may own a cart or limousine. 
We'll still reach the end when it is near. 
I may be poor today and eat from trash. 
Tomorrow, you can't tell. I'll earn some cash. 
The bed where you lie is soft and wide. 
I sleep at a sidewalk and the stars are my lamp. 
You wake up each morn' with a feast on your table 
While we are scavenging to fill stomachs when we're able. 
Our destiny isn't written in the stars. 
We work for a living to thrive in this life. 
Be thankful every morning you witness the sun 
And pray tonight that no one lives same as I. 
Wheels come in full circle,rolling round and round. 
Today you'll be on top, 
I am watching from the ground. 
Let us bear in our minds that we are better than birds. 
Our loving Father ensures each mouth is fed. 
Not even the smallest details can pass by His eyes. 
So plant a seed of kindness and reap a better life. 



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DREAMER'S SECRETS

Virgin piece of paper
You lay in front of me
Bare, a sleeping beauty
Mesmerized by what I see 

In that moment, captivated
Drawn into your light
I'll cover you with passion
Long into the night
You'll give this dreamer's secrets.. sight

I gently touch your canvas
Let lover's feelings flow
You give every indication 
That tonight you'll let it go

And I am filled with wonder
Of all that we could be
Amazed that you weren't taken
Lost in this serendipity
When this night is over
Oh forever, it'll be you and me

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

And what we birth in secret
Tomorrow will be so clear
Spread across your sheet
Love's expression without fear

So remember every moment
How I mused over you
Together we created
A masterpiece to view
You've made this dreamer's secrets.. true

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

Perspective: The Poet Pen's RELATIONSHIP with Paper

Contest: Regina Riddle's "relationships" 
Date: 7-25-14

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CHARM OF POETRY

Rosette tapestries of unparalleled glamour
Embroided thoroughly by the wittiest clamor
Magnanimously amorous in grace and wonder
Bewitching and charming though so yonder

Rhetorically out bounding my frugal thoughts
To be "irresistible", my flawless pure cause
Starlight's amiss your ornate romantic spell
Driving me sweetly to madly deep to compel

Handful of metaphors and highfalutin words
Illuminating. Inspiring. Invigorating.
Incubating anyone with one unique style
Wonderful, beautiful, matchless, they foretell

Vividly inventive and bombastic with each stroke
To hardened hearts, you can surely start to stoke
Erratically tender enough to adagio break the silence
Drawing  anyone for more and more to your essence

by:
olive eloisa
2:54 pm
Revised April 24, 2014

CONTEST: ANY POEM #24
Sponsor: POET DESTROYER A
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An Imagery Of You

It’s like you’re
in a game of
love, a game I
can’t take part

I’d play the
role of Robin Hood
trying to steal
your heart

The game
you’re in it had
you trapped within 
its dungeon cell 

A barren
place, with
many guards
I rode into this hell

I aimed my
arrows at the
guards striking
them with force

Then grabbed you
in the nick of
time and rode off
on my horse

We rode
all night, made
our escape and
got back safe and
sound

A ceremony
then ensued
which brought
out all the town

At the coronation
happened what I
always dreamed

I became the
king of all the
land and You
became my queen

After all is
said and done
we’d sit side
by side

And rule 
forever King 
and Queen
together you 
and I

Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994 (Revised in Texas 2012)

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Gentle Spirit

You came when I needed an etheric friend,
though I never knew you in life.

An angelic guardian I see in dreams.
You died just before I was born yet,
it feels like we've spent a lifetime together.

Protectorate, eternal spirit, arriving when needed;
an infinite connection.

Cartoonist that you are;
in childhood, I knew you as a giant panda bear,
my invisible playmate after grandma died.

You understood just what my
child-mind needed to heal.

Others only labeled me a,
“weird child”. 
You inspired me and gave me hope.

To you I attribute my imagination and creativity;
from you I inherited my love of the arts.

Now, astral visits give birth to fresh ideas.
Being an adult should never be boring, 
grownup or set stagnant.

If “faith is believing”, then I am rich.
I believe in spirit and soul.

Yes, you came when I needed a friend
and now I believe I can truly be me;
without the condemnation and judgments of others.

You came and you gave me…
back to me.

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A Diamond In The Rough

The flower still stood in the midst of the storm;
its petals still fresh and divinely clasped together.

The winds and rains couldn't stop buds to blossom,
though being in a hostile weather.

It was a plant brought down from the heavens by divinity,
to proof the existence of manifestation of invisible invincibility.

We all have the flower deep within;
it is waiting to glow like the Sun.....


 

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THE GIFT

It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world
Of man.
Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes of rhythm,
Melt downwards from the silver lining of graces everlasting meadows
Of inspiration.
Separations clouds expose the here ever afters, sparks of the divinities
Fame burning as a torch lighting up the skies white powder showering
The earth with sweet melodic undertones, a thundering vibrating beat felt
Throughout the pulsating heart of nature itself.
Music lives within all things, it binds a connecting link, a 
Symphony a blending element, a melting promise between heaven and
Earth, a harmonious balance, light equaling dark.
In the vaults of the skies, the heavenly chorus joins with
The voices of humanity singing a song of complete
Harmony.
What a true wonder is this gift given unto mankind,
To write and sing, to share such expressionism with
One another, music is honestly a universal language
Understood by every nation, or age group beneath
The heavens themselves.
A heritages legacy passed down from grandfathers,
To fathers, and than to sons, and daughters,
Is this the love and wonder of these arts there in
So shared by all members of the human race for
Generations of inspiration to come.
I listen to the songs sang by the morning doves,
To the charming voices of our youthful young,
Than those jolly fellows from days gone by,
You know the old barber shop quorate.
So many variations and depths of degrees,
Harmony, rock-n-roll, to golden oldies country,
Music is a wonderment all to it's own glory.
So we thank you those powers on high,
For this miracle of a gift called music.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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THE AURORA

It is the blazing light show, crossing the northern skies,
Flickering rainbows shining, in radiance's degrees of texture,
Of multi-colored extremes, behold God's palate array, bursting 
Forth on the horizons canvas. 
A shimmering brilliance in motions eloquence, a vaporous mist,
Infused with variations shifting hues of color.
It is the true imagery of magnificence, flashing amongst the heavens
Vast divides, an ever changing masterpiece, created by the hands
Of a divine craftsman. whom lives on the heights beyond our mortal
Experience.
In awe's amazement I sit in wonders after glow, bathed in such
Inspirational emotions, I'm at a loss for words of expression,
What can one say, I'm quite, a hushed to splendors silence.
On the freshly fallen white snow, it's reflective surface
 Illuminates the beauty as rays of waves, that dance in
A waltz of rhythm with nature in tune, so soft a melody
That only angels can truly comprehend it's meaning.
Blessed am I so to witness, God's light show of the eternal
Flame, a woven miracle displayed admist the stars above,
How small do I feel here, in this place so remote,
But would I trade this experience, never will I.
I'll treasure this memory for a life time to come,
And ponder forever the treasure of this moment,
As long as I live.
In this cold enlivenment no shivers of cold can
Touch my soul, for the Lords warmth of inspiration.
Has ignited the poetic heart within me.
Radiant wings from which I pluck the feather's
Quilted pen from, striking the blank page before me,
The black ink, I shall drip, to write this poem
But the words will never capture the beautiful
Images I've seen this night, yet I shall try.
With imaginations help, but mortal am I.
A simple earth bound creature, inspired by
A deities mightier hand.
Humbled before this miracle called the
Aurora.






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THE WEEPING WILLOW

Why does the weeping willow cry so,
Under her bark of hollows evergreen,
Within each sorrows rings of age, time remains still.
A silent heart, full of emotional feelings concealed,
In thus her bands of oaken circles, a prisoner of her
Own inner cores, chamber of confinement.
Seasonal change does rearrange so, the
Scenery's surroundings contrasting about her.
But the tree she still stands, stout and strong,
Through storms, and galling winds rushing against her.
Inside the pains agony never ceases,
Bitter blossoms of beauty, natures
Camouflage, of deceptions abandonment,
She receives no mercy or comfort.
It so turns leaves once olive green, to brown, than
Are ushered away, torn asunder by breezes
Icy winds of winter.
Let this tree of woe, speak in silence
Alone.
Limbs, creak, breaking apart, piece by
Piece,  resistance to time itself, is a futile struggle.
To the ground she'll return, thy essence
Nurturing the futures survival of her species.
Yet No answers reply, to why she did it weep so.
But one must remember after all she
Was a weeping willow.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN












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Child of Circumstance

Her sad eyes and tear stained face evoking such ambivolant feelings.
Hardly, could I stand to look upon the half-naked child in front of me.
Yet maternal feelings arose within for this poor tangled haired child,
That looked up at me with pleading eyes that begged for help now.

Quickly I turned my gaze away when noticing her frail arms wrapped 
Tenaciously around and held close to her dirty body, a dead rat.
I sensed this sewer 'pet rat' had been her only bit of comfort in life,
The one thing she had turned to for pleasure would never again be.

While resisting the urge to gather her up in my arms and dry her tears,
I whispered softly and empathetically, don't cry honey, it will be alright.
Of course that was a lie because in my own eyes I knew it wasn't likely.
I turned and walked away not wanting my growing sadness to continue.
 
Awakening  with a start,  my pillow wet from tears, I lay musing over
The singularity of the experience, still fresh, asking why such a dream.
I would have to ponder it tomorrow, as for now I was just too tired.
If I'm supposed to remember the dream it will be there for me then.

A word floated through my memory.  Wretched came clearly to mind.
"Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and
Have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and
Miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked:"  Could she have been me?

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