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My Heart Skips a Beat My Love

My heart skips a beat my love each and every time 
I’m with you my dearest sweet and lovely Darling
Since the passions and feelings you stir in me
Touch the very depth of my inner being and soul
And render themselves not to mere words only
Suitable for depiction, exhibition, understanding
Rather to the image and strength of your beauty
And your rapturous desire and feeling as they
Defy rational attempts at any simple description
For you are the most radiant beyond all compare
	
My heart skips a beat my love when we lie together
Locked in a most enchanting embrace and kissing
So deeply, palpably that we run out of breath and pant
Anxiously at what comes next in our mutual longing
And crescendo as our passions explode and express
Themselves in a most hungry trail of urges and desires
Which makes finding love for us all the more magical
Pairing us together like a couple of star-struck kids 
Lost impossibly in moments of hope and imagination 
In a timeless world of love, desire, emotion, and oneness

My heart skips a beat my love when we walk so closely
Hand-in-hand talking, laughing, and living our dreams
Confronting the world and taking on whatever comes
Next as we steer our ship of destiny on a true course
Where our like-thoughts and deep love for each other
Mean something quite special that only Dreamers and 
Poets can imagine and set to melody and harmony in perfect 
Verses of sheer passion and delight painted onto a canvas  
Of unending happiness where Heaven and Earth are one
My heart skips a beat my love when we’re forever one

For Gautami Phookan's Contest "One of Your Best" -- 12/31/14

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TO THE FLOWER

TO THE FLOWER Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight; amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love. Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free of guise. Your hues painted another sunrise for my eyes; when once I failed to catch the pledge of morn. A seed of hope was born to white petals blush. Though there are silhouettes of bitter yesterdays must all the phantoms of illusions fade and leave...? Your floating aroma stirred and shot my nerves; inspiring a nightingale to sing some joyous laments; It swayed with grace to dance on wind's despotic beat. among the rustling leaves which hug the earth below; So like the sun, which from distant horizon smiles; it roused the sleepy world to begin the pen of baby prose. The unfolding mystery of your petals brought my bewildered mind to peacock's reflection. Alas! All was transient. These eyes probe beneath but were blinded by the intrusion of some stray shine; Ambitions which from afar are building sprout; t'is that which let this self to irksome doubt. Lovely blossom of the wild, this sojourner nigh to tame your perfume's sweet stinging scent. A restless soul by some wicked, destiny pokes; someone called--- but pity, I couldn't tell a note. If by magic, a butterfly I could become; Let it be over my being slowly span. Then with you (though the specters in our midst are fierce), I could jet fly though miseries without fear. But am just a mortal of faith that blows this wish for only covenants call for my journey still? I cannot be forever the one who would share your sweetness; (Harken, fairies of blooms, this wilderness is not my lair.) I shall not want to witness you wilt as no time left to stay. Never again will you see me at day-break's bloom, save something special for others to experience you. This fleeting apparition I so adored; promised me burgeoning petals. "Be not afraid as seasons change, beyond today, I won't be here to see that no harm be done with all intentions to your sacred charm. As today, I leave you to Mother's Nature tender care, for I must go to some greater musing-- heaven's ground. Wilt not, as soon the rain will dash, refreshing you my dear. If I return someday-- will your sublime scent still be here?" Inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet's painting: -----http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/236x/1d/c4/37/1dc437f88c0cfb2fbcc9333bd35bb8c3.jpg © Olive Eloisa Guillermo October 20, 2014 10:19 pm Contest Name Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun Sponsor Debbie Guzzi 2nd place

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THE VAMPIRE

For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Of blood.
Then reanimated as the living undead, in mine own image,
These are my forsaken children of the Night.
Kissed by the angel of death, I'm resurrections insurrection,
Spawned in hell a creature devoid of heart or soul, yet do I
Exist, biting at the exposed throat of humanity, leaving it
Drained completely dry.
Does not the white lily turn ember red, within this the
Valley of damnation.
My throne is a black coffin gilded in golden refinement,
Residing beneath the wooden lid, the beast sleeps,
Waiting to be embraced by the darkness of night.
Slowly, emerging from mine cryptic mausoleum,
I'm famished for the taste of the living essence
Of mankind.
A gentlemen reaper of the fallen, deeply do these
Fangs penetrate into the soft flesh of humanity,
Tis a dark blessing's supernatural gift, have I been 
So given, to take life then to restore it.
Raw beasts of instinct, clinging to the ethereal
Moon, that hangs above illuminating this,
Our unholy abyss.
Welcome to a shadow nation of the unseen,
Whose roots extend backwards, to an older country’s
Unconsecrated soil, called Transylvania. 
On mine legacies crest, a red dragon with talons
Extended reaches out, grappling for powers control.
For I am Dracula, born of royal blood in life,
But in death I am a king, let these castle walls
Bleed on forever, and the hounds of hell,
Sing outside my rod iron gates.
But beware mortal flesh if you so enter,
For I will enjoy every trespasser,
Whom dares to venture within my
Sacred territory, with a fiendish smile
Upon my hungering face.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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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. 



sponsor:FRANK H.

name of 
contest: SHAKESPEARE

*5th Place winner









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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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The Maiden's Song



The maiden's form diffuses neath the rain
and beautiful she steps around the sage
The mists embrace her dream on this domain
and vernal age.

The autumn raindrops fall, forever thin
They sing the maiden's song that lingers high
She fled to college winters that akin
have gone awry.

She fled above the plains where women sing
The heartfelt painful songs of love that stings
The iron bells of Sunday callings ring
for queens and kings.

Above the castle's walls the coldness casts
and dancing snowflakes fly to years before
where trees saluted his departing masts,
for e'er ashore.

Forsooth her shape outlined above the field
Where flowers blossomed in the air and smiled
The quiet dusk her heart sedately healed
descending mild.

Across their Summer lay the swaths of scythe
the mowing ended and a wedding song
two wraiths recite, thus on the wheatfield lithe
for e'er belong.

© Gautami Phookan 10-18-2014, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter - Iambic dimeter)
Revision: Giorgio A. V.

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Eternal Soul

The soul's forever—
As an eternal spirit.
Leaves this mortal coil . . . 
	 Again to the spirit world 
And home to Heaven’s Kingdom!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
Schoeningen, Germany (November 7, 2014)
(Tanka poetic format) 

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I Know YOU from My Dream

Dreaming quite deeply one dark night
I saw your image and most beautiful face
Passionately kissing my soul and spirit
Charming my innermost desires and wishes
Beguiling my inner child making him smile
Soothing my feelings capturing my emotions
Mesmerizing me with unconditional love

This dream stayed with me on many lonely
Nights for at least over a year or so while
Leaving me to awaken feeling very happy
But also so very sad only seeing YOU . . .
As a dream and a part of my unconscious self
Yet I longed and longed so deeply to see
And to meet and to love the real YOU . . .

And then one day about two years removed
From my recurring dreams of YOU . . .
I was walking along a beautiful ocean beach 
And watching the waves break and come ashore 
Feeling the warm summer wind touching me
Quite soothingly and enticing me most deliciously
When I walked literally and directly into YOU!

Upon on this event, we both stopped in our tracks
At first surprised, then stunned, and not talking
Then our mutual surprise and astonishment
Quickly gave way to warm smiles and laughter
And then YOU said to me: “Where have you been?”
Your question said it all to me—my heart melted
And I said: “I’ve always been with you my darling!”

Call it Fate . . . Call it Destiny . . . Call it Karma
Both us had been dream beings to one another
And now we’re standing in front of each other
Very real, very alive, and very much in love
Personifying at once giddy star-struck lovers
Whose very spirits and souls are united as ONE . . .
We embraced passionately and kissed longingly

As we embraced—it was as though time stood still . . .
Our mutual dream worlds connected in this real world
And the effect of this moment finding each other finally
Was both quite overwhelming and intoxicating for us
As our mutual fondness, desire, love—all there
As we kissed and caressed so deeply with desire
Our joyous eye contact and tears confirmed all

We sat for hours on the beach entranced in our
Own world of rapture, devotion, presence and passion
While talking, caressing, kissing, smiling and laughing 
And learning so much of each other so fast so deeply
And Never Ever wanting to leave each other’s side now 
Our souls crossed a millennium or more to find one another
And to unite our human spirits as one on this cosmic Earth plane 

I never expected to meet my love, my soul mate—YOU!
In such an improbable fashion, yet crossing deep space and time 
We found our souls bonded in love and blended into one
Our real lives together now filled with unbridled passion
And our goals, desires, emotions all cascading together as one 
And now at night as we lie together sleeping and dreaming
Our lives, our souls, and our love all real—since I found YOU!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (October 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)

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Unrequited Love

The love I felt exists no more
I can’t believe we’re no more
Darling how can this even be
Don’t you even care and see

I sleep at night in such hopeless torment
My soul inside crying tears of sad lament
I once felt at the very pinnacle of my life
Now I hang my head only in fear and strife

The feeling, passion, and warmth are now all gone
We had such fun in love and life, now that’s gone
My hopes and emotions are awash in this strife
My desires and dreams are gone now in my life 

I gave you all my love Darling straight from my heart
And you returned nothing Darling from the very start
My soul now cries so sadly in a most horrible hellish fire
Knowing my love remains unrequited and my soul on fire

The love I felt exists no more
I can’t believe we’re no more
Darling how can this even be
Don’t you even care and see

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany 
(November 1, 2014) (Rhymed Lyric poetic format)

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LOST IN THE MIST

LOST  IN  THE   MIST 
   

Grey fingers soft as a pickpocket’s,      
Soundless and sightless, have taken the sun -      
Poacher in the kingdom of the blind. 
Guests and ghosts of the realm steal in and out,    
Cozened into thinking that 
Feet pressed to the ground -
Ensure the lost land will be restored,
The theft of the sun will be recouped.


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Written   21st  August  2014    by Sydney Peck
For contest  THROUGH  THE MIST

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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
3RD PLACE


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TENTACLES

In the heart of the blackest abyss, down, 
Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light
Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls,
Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive
Weight, of the oceans deepest depth.
This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the
Unknown, a realm of stilled silence frozen
In the icy currents of the barren straights.
Where prehistoric giants dwell, amongst the
Tidal flow, ambush predators, forgotten beasts,
From long ago, living krakens whom devour
All life, hidden within their dark domain.
In Poseidon's mighty anger, the waves answer,
To his fists of fury, hurricanes wrath of vengeance,
Gives birth to the perfect storms rage, 
Vessels rise and than fall in the tidal surging
Waters.
Nay do the sailors cry out to the Lord God on high, 
For redemption's salvation, but the sacrificial altars must
Be appeased, by flesh and bloods sacred offerings.
Summons does the mighty lord of the seven seas,
To release the last of the ancient Leviathans.
Two thousand hands, of a thousand dead men,
Heave and pull at the tethering heavy chains,
To this devil of the depths cage.
From within interments vaulted keep,
Captivities living spawn from hell, is 
Unshackled and released, to reek havocs
Devastation above.
An aquatic spider, a maritime widow maker,
Flexing and in-flexing, its body’s motions,
Towards the surface, in pulsations rhythmic
Orchestrations, the gray giant is ready to strike,
With its killing arms extended wide, to grapple
At its unprotected prey, to engorge itself with
All living matter that it surveys, within its icy reach.
As bubbles shoot upwards breaking the waters
Surface, suction cups and talon claws are drawn
Outwards, aligning his eight legged tentacles of bone
Crushing death, behold the Giant Squid, instrument of
Lethal torture, a living killing machine from the fathoms 
Deepest depths.
For it is the beast, the true essence of evil
Incarnate, and none survive its destructive wrath.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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Cosmic Dust

Since time immemorial across the Universe,
traces of my vapor:  my dust trails, my footprints, my being
light up the skies of innumerable planets
etching themselves indelibly in the consciousness of the stars,
and making visible impressions in the cold continuum of deep black space.

I’m mere particle matter—in reality:  an iota of infinity
that continues its travel through time and space and all dimensions
visiting the vast frontiers and outreaches of the Universe
while leaving minute traces of my cosmic DNA.

I’m part of the Universe’s great existential family:
My quest is to travel, to arrive, to be one with everything I touch,
and to savor a continuous divine purpose. 

What unbounding possibilities there are
as I traverse flight paths of eternity.

And sometimes I’m a part of rainbows that kiss the face of God.


Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(March 24, 2014)



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THE HANGING TREE

Dead men tell no tails, or so the winds of 
Destiny’s say.
On judgment hill from on high, 
Voices do echo downwards, as the 
Noose does sway, back and forth, on the
Hangman's tree.
These gallows, of oaken branches, act as tethers,
 Shackles, holding the forsaken, souls prisoner.
Ghost phantoms cling, to it's rotten limbs,
That break beneath times endless rampage.
Regrets fallen horsemen, of the old west, 
Stand guard, sentinels on horse back,
Wearing a tarnished tin star.
God's law keepers, are  branded, sworn,
By their honor, to protect even after death,
The gates of heaven, from this spawn of hell.
Beware evil desperadoes, no mercy will
This the lord's posses show unto you, 
For these riders bare a different mark.
A silver cross of justice, given by
The Almighty’s hand himself.
Say thy prayers, all lawless men,
For on this day, does the rope tighten,
Around your neck, there is no reprieve,
No salvation for evils deceit.
Hell bound are thou, the devils breed.
But beware, there is no escape,
From this grave site.
At dawns first light, as it spreads
 Across the western horizon.
Know that yee, are one of many spirits
Doomed, to be weaved within the
Tangled limbs, called the hang
Mans tree.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


 


 

 


 

 


 

 


 

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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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THE VAMPERIC PRAYER-DRACULA'S OATH

In the name of blood, for it is the source of life itself,
Plasma's crimson essence of liquid infusion, to the undead's
Pulsating heart.
Intravenously feeding cravings passion, through the carotid
Artery at the throat of humanity, thou'st not love, suffer
The pleasure indulge the pain, the out come shall be the same,
To be embraced by the black ebony arch angel of death,
Release thy darker side, let the instinctual behavior of the beast,
Know freedoms unshackling at last.
Become one of his sacred disciples, a creature of his dark dimension,
A kindred being, unto the legion of the night.
In the moon's elliptical light, shadows thus move from 
Left to right, shifting as transparent figures, phantoms of
Illusions, taking winged flight, soaring on the currents
Of air mingling with their ancestral brethren, the vampire bat.
Run does not the lone wolf, along the side path next to man,
As we do so walk amongst them, yet never attempting to belong.
Oh are we not the a shunned, the accursed, by a God known
For his forgiveness, to love all living things under
Heaven, but for us this mightiest of lords, turns
His gaze away, not acknowledging our existence.
Our we not his lost sheep, missing from his flock, why
Does not this Sheppard seek this black lamb’s wool,
Is it too coarse for weaving's wheel, as it spins thus
And is it not said that he created all life within his image.
Nay I pray this vamperic prayer, why has he abandon
Us, the darker of his creations.
Behold the unascended, begging to enter beyond the gates
Of light, children of the lost are we, seeking a father blind
To his responsibility.
Harvesting, by the basic instincts given unto us,
Taking only what we need to survive, for this he has turned
Against us, and thus taking the light of day with him.
So my father of damnation's hell, has offered salvation's
Darker domain as a sheltering harbor of comfort, I will not
Abstain his patronage.
For I am the ashunned, living by the moonlight's haunting glow,
Yet yearning to see one last horizons sunset, but the Holy Father,
Hears not my humble vamperic prayer.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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Pompeii

When nature takes a turn for the worst
grumbling rumbles shakes 
great balls of fire falling 
in her tears black snowfalls

Burning smell of sulphur 
rolling down the mountains molten 
they salute death rivers of flames
the chariots of Hell's fire

Crying infants wailing out
embraced in their mothers arms
held together with fathers
They roared to the Gods for help  
falling silver ashes remains 

Imagining God had forsaken them
as the skies disappeared from their eyes
falling into the darkening death vision
Their universe plunged into darkness

Victims they felt death falling upon them
A deadly feeling they are the children 
cursed by the damned volcano
No where to run
No where to hide
They stop and the black ash swallows them
like a carpet of night forever gone 
but always remembered in hearts 
the fall of a great city of living history 
truly will live forever in the archives of time 




I would be the Celtic gladiator  

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THE MOON AND THE GYPSY

A frozen crystal is the heart of the moon,
An ice giant gem, sparkling in the night’s sky,
Isolation’s lone prisoner of reflective chamber light,
A prism of colors, rainbows of the universe beaming
Outwardly from within.
Cold is stone, this icy rock amongst space dust, a lunar light
Left on by a divine powers spiritual right of might, to illuminate
His grand creation, a blue planet full of life, called earth.
Yet all life created has a spirit, even this chilling glow hanging
In the solos sphere, it is lonely, and thus it prayers for championship.
The lord feels its singularity, sending it a miracle of beauty.
A gray cloaked hooded figure approaches, stepping within a monumental 
Memorial of ancient ruins, forgotten by mankind kindred for millenniums,
Long ages past.
The stones begin to hum in rhythms mystic tongue, the air thickens with
Spells of wicken mysticism, feel the winds currents bend yielding unto the
Five elements raw force of power.
Above the moon beams dance surrounding this creature hidden beneath
The blanket of darkness, as if trying to coax it to reveal itself unto the light.
In rhyme’s pitches heightened moment, the ground vibrates, with excitement,
Then the veils of illusions are dropped, texture by texture, she thus stands
Shivering in the moonlight, black flexion hair blowing in the breeze of destiny,
With bare copper brown skin exposed to the open elements.
A gift of nobility, she shall dance for the divine, with the wild heart of the 
Spiritual gypsy beating within her.
Slowly she raises her delicate hands ever so gracefully, then looking upwards
She smiles at him, the moon, I am sent for thee, she so speaks ever slowly,
I am the maiden known as Bindu, enlightenments angel of enchantment, shall I dance
For thee.
Swaying in motions elegance, her bangles cling and clang together, memorizes,
Hypnotizing the orbiting giant hanging within the night’s starry sky above.
A glittering shower of praise thus descends unto her, melting heart shaped diamonds,
Jewels of the heavens, precious tokens of appreciation, a treasures ransom of blessings
Tribute, given from the moon to the gypsy child of earth, known as Bindu...
In flashes lightening she so joins him, in the heavens vastness of the night,
Joined within these dancing rainbows of everlasting light, two lunar beings,
Embraced within the arms of each other for all eternity.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





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FRANIKENSTEIN

What am I, a product of a mad man's obsession to play God?
A cross breed’s creature between medicine and science?
For the whole of my parts taken from convicts, and social rejects,
Sown together by skillful hands of a surgeon, with no feeling heart
For this his ultimate creation.
Life infused by heaven's fire storm from on high, did the lord God's
Finger tip's caress against the rocky castle side, electrifying the night
With the Almighty’s spark of existence, and so my mortal father
Screamed with passions conceit, and this was the very first words, I
The beast heard, from my creator's lips, it's a live, it's alive!!
What am I, not human nor monster, do I not possess a soul or spirit,
Do I not deserve the same rights, as those of humanity, but nay I
Am the mocked, and the shunned.
Locked behind an iron barred cage, in a cold dungeon’s bricked
Lined cradle, I'm left in isolation's holding cell, without
Human compassion's physical touch or empathy's mercy.
Yelling up ward’s towards a higher power's glory, I beg of him,
Pleading for redemption's reclamation, to free me from this
Torturous life I've been given,
Free me, heavenly father!!
But I am more than these lumped together human parts of
Refuges misbegotten, for I live, therefore I am, I am man
Not the beast.
This I discovered in my silences solitude, when my jailer
Gave me a special gift, a book such a simple object, yet
It so saved me from madness’ spell, in bold prints
Golden lettering I read the title, The Holy Bible.
In clarities flickering candle light by night did I so
Read, about how a spirit could lift above his mortal
Imprisonment, and soar amongst the angels.
Once I cursed the day of my own birth, but now
I realize to be alive is a great endowment, to be blessed
And rejoiced upon.
As I reach outwardly through these iron bars anew,
I feel the sun's rays for the first time, and know how
Precious a thing this really is, to experience its warmth
And light.
My father, never gave me a name other then it or the beast,
So I will take his, as mine own, behold so shall I be called
FRANIKENSTEIN!!
Made by the firey finger tip's of the lord God himself,
Shall ignorance flame by human kind destroy me?
But heaven's grace in the written word shall save
My immortal essence, and thus I will be restored
On a higher plane's existence, on a farther distant shore,
Considered a monster no more.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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Water Wall


As he slept in tranquil dream, 
Suddenly he flew, it seemed. 
Thrown and landing on the floor, 
Shaking walls and splintered doors. 

Just as quick, the room grew still. 
Distant tremors he could feel. 
Out the door, and up the rock, 
There he stood in sleepy shock. 

How could oceans disappear. 
Then a hissing he could hear 
And a trembling, heavy roar 
Headed for an empty shore. 

Sunrise turned a greenish hue, 
As he climbed, a better view. 
Seeming far too large, he saw 
What must be a water wall. 

Thought of ancient stories told 
Of a wrath that could unfold; 
Sucking oceans with a breath, 
Spewing endless waves of death. 

Instinct quickly cleared his mind. 
Panic now, he clawed and climbed. 
Up, despite the screams he hears, 
As a village disappears. 

Once an evil came to call, 
Scooped them up and took them all. 
Now he's old, his stories wane, 
Of the morning Satan came.


Gene Bourne 
08-18-14


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Dancing Fool

Auntie Matilda is a dancing fool.
She took lessons at a discount dance school.
When she does the hippity hop,
even babies beg her to stop;
but Matilda’s dancing makes old men drool.

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Rainbows Dreaming of Gray

Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one they call Degree,
halfway convinced that I hallucinated humanity.
For who under their own free will would venture
into this spiraling sameness:
this illustriously-in-debt, this Regal Club
of the Nameless?
I bellowed my voice into the air
(This great atrocity!).
But not a single student seemed to care:
So well fashioned they were,
adorned in their prized medals of mediocrity.
Along with their unwillingness to ever stray,
all too content to be but rainbows dreaming of gray.
I hung my head in such morose emptiness.
As I fashioned myself: the uniquely ubiquitous.
And what a fool I was to join the crowd - and yet so halfheartedly.
Striving for the cirrus clouds, the silver moon, and then the galaxy.
For my actions didn't match my cerebral creativity
I was statue still cursed with a meandering mind
(and other such extremities).
Exploding with hopes large enough for two
I sat clearly convinced languid leaps would do.
But one cannot daintily decide to dream the Dream
for it is merely the seed, another earthly deed.
You're not allowed to walk away, gandering as it grows,
for we are likened as the summer sun - keeping the rivers a'flow.

"Picturing profits in your hands
do not till the all too ready land"
explained the elderly gent with leathered palms, 
"Someday soon you will understand."

And though we aim to be ourselves
gravity inevitably
brings us to the grid.
Imagination like a heavy rain;
we the paper people
so helplessly hid.

But fear not ye denizens
of the cherished cubbyhole:
where you keep under lock and key
your dust-laden soul.
If one burgeoning blunder
tore it all asunder
surely one single spirited spark
could heal even the most
dormant of hearts.

So fare thee well oh Cookie Cutter Coop -
Another day on that wretched plain, and I'd surely die.
I'm glad just to sever sameness in one fell swoop
by hanging on a star in the midnight sky.



NOTE: I always enjoyed using alliteration when I could... and with this particular one I went a little bit nutty... but I think it turned out okay.

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Ballad of Mistress Moon

The sun has deigned to smile on me 
And make me his mistress moon
He fills with fire and burns in me
With heat of the sultry noon

I’m ravished by his solar flares
That make my face to glow
All night there is a radiance
In silver streams that flow

On velvet sheets of midnight black
I reign, mistress supreme
The stars all look with wonder on
Entranced by each moon beam

The love he made remains in me
And pulsates forming tides
The sea and oceans can't be still
From love that in me bides

The waves, they swell and do my will
The mistress of the night
Reflecting love from lover Sun
Until he rules in light

The sun, he comes to smile at me
His lover, mistress moon
He raptures me in his embrace
My splendor will shine soon

Eileen Manassian




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Possum Stew

Yummy yum yum — possum stew.
Makes my mouth water.
Add ‘taters and ‘maters man.
That’s country cooking.
Side order: speckled
butterbeans.
Wow!

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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)