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January
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Tear of Joy or Sorrow
How could you distinguish between a tear of joy and sorrow~~
blank page of a diary with dry teardrops asked me this question,
the answer was not known to me,so I tore that page out.
Date: 14th January 2013
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Placement: 4th; January 2013
Contest:Sijo
Sponsor:Rick Parise
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JFK January 20, 1961 - November 22, 1963
A handsome man, a valiant son,
John Kennedy was he.
A man who rose to President
with civil rights the key.
Who can forget the many days
like Camelot they seemed,
when all eyes were on Washington,
they passed just like a dream.
Ah, we remember Jacqueline
a Vassar deb was she,
who walked with grace on his right side
through fame and infamy.
One thousand days was all we had
of this great President
before a gunshot took his life
for all the world to see.
We mourn him still, we miss his smile
his knowledge and his grit
for he and Martin dreamed a dream,
we reaped the best of it.
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Nos Ferrato: We, the Ironclad
Ashes in lashes,
Dust becomes rust
Enter this Temple,
in You I trust
Three stones at the altar
Five moors to the creek
Seven days for hunting
Nine chains that peak
Ironclad crosses
the blood that seeps,
red through this armour,
wounds what weeps
Sweep, bright bunting,
sweep, now sweep. . .
The Clouds cry, a-wanting
the belfries be steep.
Bring lilies to my chamber,
rest roses at my feet.
Milk for the thistle,
blue moon for the heath.
Sweet are the meadows,
Don Ironclad sheath
Chained to Her crown,
The Dag Dei will breathe
But I hold the Sun
when You call out my name
I feel Your kisses
in the warm spring rain
Enter this Temple,
enter it full,
From the grove, the forest --
my Lord, my Rule
07 January 2013 (11 January 2013)
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Sea of Dreams
She drifted on black starlit glass
beneath the full moon bright
captivated by the beauty of
the tranquil, lovely light
floating on the gentle waves
the stars kissed her goodnight
and rocked into her deepest dreams
she floated out of sight
By Morgan Mise
Written January 6, 2013
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January
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Saturday Fight Night
Battered and bruised mommy cries as she tries to cover her black eyes.
But mommy doesn't see daddy as her demise.
One January 25 mommy and daddy awaited as baby arrived.
Smiles of comfort and tears of joy came as so did the baby boy.
Mommy and daddy weren't ready to take care of the child for daddy was still a child.
At heart mommy took all those foul mouth liquor jeers from daddy's mouth but baby didn't
know what that was about.
Mommy stays with daddy for the child, not realizing that it is doing more harm than
anything...comes from daddy's mouth and baby takes it in not realizing.
Flashing lights and sirens ring incredulously one slumber-some December night as baby was
tucked in tight...while mommy and daddy was going on like it was Saturday fight night.
Baby cries but whose there to hear for mommy and daddy curse and de fouls the baby's ear.
Baby's heart is broken and shattered as mommy is shaken and battered.
Sweet kisses to mend her wounds internal and external but are they sincere from daddy's
heart.
They will never part even though in mommy's heart she wishes daddy would leave forever.
One grief-some January 25 mommy rested never to return for her and daddy went on a
walk.
"Where is mommy", said baby but daddy couldn't talk.
What could he say "I beat mommy till I killed her leaving her internally bruised and brain
dead."
He couldn't say that any way for he was talking to Tiny in cell block five that day.
And baby has no other choice than to realize that his family was nothing more than a mere
disguise.
Sirens ring
Sirens ring
Battered and bruised mommy cries for help as she fights for her life.
Because daddy has beat her till her eyes turned dark as night.
It's ironic because baby has become a fighter in Saturday fight night.
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January
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NEW BEGINNINGS
The eve of beginnings, of new hope and belief
As the January month awakens from sleep
Creeping her way the new year unfolds
With optimistic magic for what she will hold
The pen has fresh ink, the paper is white
As the author creates a new passionate write.
From January forward
To December the end
Poets all gather to share, love and befriend.
So with winter breaking and Spring waiting to start
I blow out the cobwebs and open my heart.
Anticipating, the words ebb and flow
From what secrets I'm keeping and the secrets I'll show
Gathered together we write with desire
About the sun and the moonlight, the rain and the fire
To the last line we celebrate as a new verse is born
Whilst the muses still whisper from dusk till dawn.
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January
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I Will Be Gone
I used to get lost behind the clouds
soaking my palms in little raindrops.
How gracefully the January sun
enwrapped me with its warmth;
while I walked and whistled barefoot.
The songs came out from a joyous heart;
so small and pure, I had wings
to fly high with the birds…carefree!
The blue sky bestowed upon me freedom
and I escaped from my realm to feel the heaven!
How priceless it was
when I laid upon tender grass.
The grasshoppers waltzed over my chest
as I listened to lullabies of westward wind;
calming my breath
shutting my eyes…with no sorrow.
Now I have erased the colors
My growth, abandoned many years ago.
Spinning wheel never halted
as I traveled through the sand like a storm!
Each particle slipped through the corridor;
stealing all the joy away.
Just like the kites, that I had once flown,
floated afar leaving only the strings on my hand.
Nothing can be changed
for I’m powerless against my will.
So I learn to accept and begin to wonder
How sublime it would be
to lie again beneath the January sun,
and letting the lullabies of past wind
slowly calming my breath
and shutting my eyes… with peace everlasting.
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January
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Thick And Heavy
The fog lies like a thick blanket over my city
It is gray, damp and heavy to breathe in
Grey and wet ..... gives me a headache
Morning turns to night, without any difference
I have to get the light and the sun back
Neither cat or dog will go out
I've heard about rain dance
Now I would like to take a sun dance
Will you join with me in my dance
09.01.2013
A-L Andresen :)
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An Ode To A Friend
We met in 8th grade...We became great friends and
Years later,
She Dared Me To Write my First Poem January 21, 1948...we were both 16...I on January 9th and she on January 20th same year.
"I bet you can't write the second verse to this poem!" she said to me in sassy manner...
She shoves a note book page to me with a scribble in her handwriting.
The title was "I Love To Dance!"
How absurd I thought, after all, I was a "singer!"
Without hesitation I took the paper and began to write..."I'd love to be held close in your arms where only I could share all your charms..."
I followed with a few more line of "poetic bliss", to my thinking, and her respone was..."How did you do that?"
I replied, hands on hips, "Well you wrote the first so I wrote the second!"
Eloise replied in evident astonishment, "Girl, mine was from a song sheet!"
We fell out laughing as any 16 year olds would do.
Of course, I've written thousands of poems since then and I often say, "It's like breathing to me!".
My friend Eloise will be laid to rest tomorrow, March 16, 2013...Such a sad song for me. We stayed in touch over the years and often still laughed about that dare for me to write a second verse...Who knew?!
Cynthia
My heart is filled with the sorrow of Eloise's demise
Yet I sing still
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January
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The Non-Resolver
I’ve been watching my weight since 14,
but with all of the diets I’ve seen,
they’ve become a big no-no.
This here dieting yo-yo
has stopped trying to be super lean!
Other problems I’ll change as I go.
I don’t need a New Year to say so!
Said a wise sailor man:
I yam what I yam!
Why improve on a good thing - ya know?
So the cause of the most bellyaching
at this time of the year I’m forsaking.
When you know yourself well. . .
why then go through such hell!
Resolutions I’ll never be making.
For Gwendolen R.'s "A Limerick in My Pocket Contest"
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