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This Gypsy Soul

This gypsy soul is on the road It leaves castles far behind It abandons ghostly mist which sabotages the caravan of life It passes along the mountainside by golden hay fields where daises bloom By streams of waters which sweeps a withered rose towards the decayed lumber fume This gypsy soul is on the road from Edinburgh to Loch Lomond against high winds,against the rain,against aquatic monsters of pain This gypsy soul is on the road to the woodlands of your heart where I would camp inside your tent as our blissful thoughts impart This gypsy soul within myself and all the woman in me would wantingly await your fingertips to compose soft pastels'fantasy The smell of early coffee then fills our empty cups The song of the cicada would echo in the shrubs And as the chimney smoke drift sideways in the breeze as warm dappled light filters through purple pansy leaves The pressing of my lips would leave their crimson mark below your sun-kissed cheek My arms would cling around your once muscular physique We laze upon a hammock strung between two old oak trees I play on your guitar my hundred melodies As the incandescent half moon rises above the dusky hue and orange paper lanternes float high in cobalt blue We'd chase the opalescent glow of a million firefly You'd be able to touch me before last embers die This gypsy soul is on tne road in search to be set free Across bridges on a journey,your compass -my destiny.
This is a repost of a poem I've written the 30th of April 2014

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Yesterday's Joys

Yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
In my mind they reside endlessly
like bright recollections rosy in hue
or the notes of a sweet melody.

Sorrow and pain won’t burden me, for
yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
Rich in blessings, I’ll never be poor.
Happy memories carry me through.

The “good old days” end; along comes the new,
and so much of it also is sweet!
Yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
With the new ones, my soul is replete!

Sweet recollections never will cease,
for no matter what strife may ensue,
I know in the end, I will find peace.
Yesterday’s joys are more than a few!

For the "Pick a Title" poetry contest of  Isaiah Zerbst

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WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND

WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies, peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog attached to curve hands of green Cathedrals. A carpet of bluebells and daffodils covers the earth below. Creeping slow are mosses and vines hugging the trees. Polka dots of blood rich roses stand out. Festoons of lavanders, garlands of lilacs marched a primrose path for the queen while the fruits from cherries' hush blush; to peaches supple flair winks on mellow pear. Afloat midair are high and low golden notes trembling free upon river runs and bushes land. Snaps and bounds from strums of bumblebees; signal the nightingales to sing their anthem loud; Their thumps of dulcet-sounds shake the hours. Scents pure as Spring May cocoons the fair while all around swirls the dragonflies-- the star dancers of the sun-kissed day. Rushing wind whistles a lullaby to cast a spell of never-never-land, for there live... thumb-size flying creatures of their kind. Regal in blinding white are the fays and fairies. __________________________________________________ NEW TITLE: MY TRIP TO FAIRYLAND Rainbow-sprinkled clouds marching above the skies, Sun's golden rays peek in-between curved hands of lush green Cathedrals crashing the net of fog sleeping on the ground. A carpet of bluebells plus flashing violets exhale scents on the air. Sly-like mosses and vines hug the trunk of trees. Polka dots of blood rich roses pose, standing grand. Festoons of lavanders, garland of lilacs, swelling banana blossoms, cherries hush-rush blushes with peaches winking flair on frowning pears all prod to honor the queen. High and low golden notes tremble free upon river runs to proud bushes land. From strums of bumblebees are leaps and pounds, luring nightingales'anthem on a merry-dancing groove. Thumps of dulcet-sounds shake the passing hours, Rainbow hues cocoons the fair while all around dragonflies twirl and dive- they, the star-dancers of that sun kissed day. Impressed wind whistles the lullaby spelling never-never-land, for there... there live.. thumb-size flying creatures regal in blinding white-- are the fays and fairies. ______________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY ---April 07, 2015 ©O.E> Guillermo 9:52 pm, April 05, 2015

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You Know

Yes, my dear, you know, You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope I need your emotion spread onto my life, I need your heart to sing among the darkness surrounding Do not let our words run dry Together, in strength, we will always know And now you know, So smile, be joyous, and kiss these candid truths For they proclaim your greatness to the universe In shouts of glory, in loving whispers, On every shine of ocean shivers, You know You will always know I love you for you
To all my poetic friends, this poem is dedicated to you! This includes: David Breidenthal, Sharon Breidenthal, Rebecca Larkin, Justin A. Bordner, Just That Archaic Poet(Chan), HGarvey Daniel Esquire, James Peranteau, Guillermo Soto, Mystic Rose(Vienna), Dan Kearley, Liam Mcdaid, Kim Patrice Nunez, Rob S, Jack Ellison, Duke Beaufort, Drake Eszes(Gabriel), Davina Browne, Gary Bateman , Kyle Carlson, John Fleming, Peter Walsh, Sarah Kendrick, Jade Celeste(Eileen), Mikey Scribner, Bindu Vijayan, Don Johnson, Jake Ponce, FJ Thomas, Jan Allison, Emile Pinet, Honestly J.T, Stephen Kilmer, SKAT A, Tim Ryerson, Richard Lamoureaux, Maurice Yvonne, Giorgio A.V, Lyric Man, Mustapha Mohammed, Justin Connor, Tim Smith, Poet Destroyer A (Linda), Olive Eloisa Guillermo, James Marshall Goff, Hannington Mumo, scott thirtyseven, Judy Kronos, Eve Roper, Sandra Haight, Gautami Phookan, Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, Connie Marcum Wong,Rightly Jennings Nathan Fehr, Devin Irving, Robert L. Hinshaw, Ralph Taylor,Tanja Vermaak,Nicole Viernes,Neva Romaine, Anne Lise Andreson, Nandita Das, Funom Makama, Kevin Leake, Tammy Reams, Dean Marais, David Meade, Debbie Guzzi, Peter Holmes, Sunflower Poetess, Dr.Upma A. Sharma, William Gray, Rajat Kanti Chakraba Rty, Courtney Courtney, Cherl Dunn, David Brown, Casarah Nance, Paul Callus, Ronald Zammit, Jiril Clemons, Carl Fraser, Afolabi Muideen, Dr. Ram Mehta, Shadow Hamilton, Donovan Willis, Cynthia Ferguson, Ed Ebbs, Nette Onclaud, Cindy Cayton, Wayne Riley, Muhammad Safa Thajudeen, Sheri Fresonke Harper, Yeisiel Rios, Chelsea Chords, David Mohn, Gerald Moise, Verlena S. Walker, Kelly Deschler, Ettie Christian, Arild Andresen Ertsland, Malik Yaseen, Kurdt Cohen, Arlene Smith, Karl Marszalowicz, Pace INK-U-SCRIPT, Elly D. A. Wouterse, Pandita Sanchez, Elisabeth Wesley, Carrie Richards, John Loving iii, Andrea Dietrich, Chris D. Aechtner, Robert Petitt, Jay Loveless, KJ Force, Vicky Tsiluma, Craig Cornish, Johnney Rhinem, Keith Bickerstaffe, David Scott, The Situation, Red Fiery, Painted Hunter, Harry Horseman, Edward Orozco, Wayland Bunch, Wally Flint ,James Horn...and so many more!!!

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- We Light Our Candles -

    
      


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                           XXXJOYXXXXXXXJOYXXX
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The First Candle
The first purple candle, on the first Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of HOPE

The Second Candle
The second purple candle, on the second Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of LOVE

The Third Candle
The third purpel candle lit on the third Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of JOY

The Fourth Candle
The fourth purple candle is lit on the fourth Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of PEACE
                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                        
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A white candle - It symbolizes Purity and Hope                                                
The Christ candle is lit on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day





28.11.2014
A-L Andresen :) 
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Without Hope's Gleam

The flower that is given little light tastes not enough of joy and cannot thrive - then fades away like dusk into the night. The soul who struggles just to stay alive - much like the flower wilting in the dark - tastes not enough of joy and cannot thrive. How can a fire be lit if there’s no spark? Without hope’s gleam, the soul will waste away - much like the flower wilting in the dark. This is the plight of one whose world is grey: Though others say a paradise exists - without hopes gleam, the soul will waste away. A man upon this earth who tastes no bliss is like a soul brought low who droops his head though others say a paradise exists. How sad that someone rather would be dead! The flower that is given little light is like a soul brought low who droops his head, then fades away . . . like dusk into the night. Written 11/15/12 For the "Hope" Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish and now for the contest of Nathan A

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SPRING AND JOY






Smiling seeds sprout fast

Giggling ground welcomes their roots 
 
Spring, burst out laughing!






(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
     12 MARCH 2012

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How Poetry Began

0ne Sunny day the angels sat, assembled on the clouds,
Some played harps, others sang, they all looked very proud.
A few were showing new wings, they’d just received that morn,
Others cuddled angel babies that had just been born.

Children jumping through the clouds, half flying they would run
A day like this in heaven, was made for having fun
Everywhere I seemed to look the clouds rang out for joy
Until I seen one little cloud with just one lonely boy.
 
The boy he held a paper and his feather was pure white
He sat there very serious as he would think, then write.
Dear child I asked what is it here that keeps you from the rest
He answered I am writing poems and want to do my best.

Poems I wondered, what is this? I knew not what he meant
The little man then read to me, he was such a little gent.
These words he read were different, yet somehow still the same
They rang out more like music, which seem to be his aim.

I wanted to help God out, when people are feeling sad
If they had poems they just might, read them and be glad.
The angel folded his paper, to earth he watched it glide
And made it float and gently land at a Wiseman side.

Now I asked, why did you send that paper down to earth?
He winked and said this is the day of poetry’s great birth.
That’s why we are all gathered here and celebrate this day
When humans discover poetry, to help them on their way.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.13.2014
For contest: How Poetry Began
Justin Bordner

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Second to None

A is for Amazing we all wish to be
B is for Blessings that help us to see

C is for Caring which humbles our world
D is for Dancing where joy is unfurled

E is for Empathy that makes a great friend
F is for Friendships we hope never end

G is for Goodness that makes our light shine
H is for Hope in a world so sublime

I is for Incredible, which stands out in a crowd
J is for Joy that smiles so loud 

K is for Kisses that make our hearts sing
L is for Love that trumps everything

M is for Memories that highlight our life
N is for “Never” that causes us strife

O is for Open that closes out hate
P is for Persistence in following fate

Q is for Questioning, cause wisdom it brings
R is for Ressurection and the Hope that it springs

S is for Sensational which all love should be
T is for Thankfulness for what God gave to me

U is for Unconditional love that is treasured
V is for Volumes that cannot be measured

W is for Wondrous, Joy to extremes
X is for Xanadu that resides in our dreams

Y is for Yearning as it helps us find bliss
Z is for Zealous Love, that made me write this

So if all these words were bound up in one
Ahhh! There’s a life that’s second to none!

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A Christmas Snow

It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.

I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.

Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.

Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.

My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.






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WORD MADE FLESH



My broken- hearted complex dream Upon a rush of mist, downstream Endures the taint along parched sky, Without a sign from night’s reply... Without the need to touch the heart That bruises me as smiles depart, When all I had were dim farewells On far off tinkling chapel bells. The shortened glint of joyful days That cheers me so in many ways, When warm hands reach, as shadows fall Before the morning birds enthrall... When solace is a faithful song That lifts me back where I belong, Before stars' luster marks their claim And reach out with their gleam, aflame. Somehow the hint of doubts untold Unburdens every thorn I hold; And His word made flesh pours a grace To ease my thoughts with fond embrace Until one last surrendering... I raise my cheeks and start to sing, And from this moment’s jubilee Life endows a day meant for me. Verlena Walker's Contest This Is The Day The Lord Gave By nette onclaud / 1/22/2015

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Butterfly Kisses

To touch someone’s eyelashes with your own up close to their face, now isn’t that silly? I can just hear all the virile men groan. . . Butterfly kisses with one’s date? Really? To tell you the truth, I’d not even heard of butterfly kisses until one fine day, and I might even have found it absurd had someone most special not kissed me that way! But there was a boy one night that I chose to go on a date with - a flirtatious tease. He said, “Let’s rub noses and be Eskimos” and playfully put my young self at ease. And then he said, “Kiss me like a butterfly.” I giggled when he drew his face close to mine. Both our lashes were long, and on our first try our lashes were kissing; was it divine? I won’t lie and tell you it was complete bliss, but soon in my stomach there strongly fluttered new butterflies from our first full-mouth kiss, and I sighed with every sweet word he uttered. He said, “Close your eyes” and then kissed both of my eyelids so tenderly how could I know if it were anything other than love and, madly, I wished he never would go. With eyes now wide open, I mirrored the touch of his hands like butterflies, wanting to trace my every feature. His eyes said so much as my hands caressed his own beautiful face! His mouth on my neck, his breath at my ear, his lips on my lips; I’d now tasted bliss! What a boy from Quebec had taught me was clear: Romance can take flight from a butterfly kiss. For Gail Angel Doyle's Butterfly Kisses Poetry Contest

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Making You Happy My Precious Love

Upon the winds whispering so gently a love story unfolds
Under soft beautiful clouds with rainfalls splashing love
With two lovers holding, caressing, and kissing one another

The radiant azure sky fresh with recent rain and a rainbow
Gives way toward evening to a cold moon face wishing to 
Take the two lovers to a faraway special place full of sunshine

This magical place is where the sun shines forever beautiful
And the feelings, desires, passions, and emotions of love are 
Always together true as ONE of a much bigger love portrait

This young man and woman walk hand-in-hand very much in 
Love while listening to the far distant echoes thundering from 
Surrounding cliffs while near the ocean dream seagulls cry aloud

As the man opens the gates of this paradise with his special lady
They both experience at once blinding tears of warm joy, and he 
Just wants to fulfill immediately her every wish to be happy in love

The young man tells his sweetheart with a most earnest passion: 
 “Dearest One, I want so much to make you happy my precious love!”
Our love My Sweet unites our bodies and souls so complete and whole

These two lovers have found their paradise fulfilling their dream of being
Together always walking under a wonderful star-filled sky dazzling pure
Sharing their love and seizing their very destiny now—Two now as ONE  

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © 
All Rights Reserved (January 11, 2015) (Unrhymed Tercet)

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Blossoms and Bubbles

Effervescent laughter blows over vales
then falls soft to glaze new blooms posed genteel.
Gracious stems lift smiles to foamed skies surreal,
riding on sunrays of shimmery sails.

Splendid dreams bubble up from blossoms bright,
a sparkling scene as petals parade ‘round.
Cushioned on spring breeze, love waits to be found;
warm thoughts of you fly then burst in midflight.

Light bubbles join hands to soar through puffed clouds
winking at flowers in latest spring styles.
Their joy christens lands once silent for miles;
orbs popping with flair in breath’s blooming shrouds.

Laughter lifts skyward, an aerated tale,
of bubbles blown high above blooming vale.

3/25/15 for Olive's Blossoms and Bubbles Contest      

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Belle of the Ball

my new peach dress so fastidiously pressed in hope that a man will seek to caress Strauss’s Blue Danube calls reverberates through halls streaming from Michelangelo walls coy ladies smile bright eyes beguile captivating men’s attention for a while as gentlemen twirl them I, a lone femme feel humbled, an unwanted gem but wait a princely man approaches with rapid gait pounding of my heart will not abate laughter replaces loneliness this night he leads me to the floor beneath candlelight this welcome twist of fate feels so right liberated, we dance our prelude to romance my heart receives another chance swaying, he inhales my perfume scent of gardenias in full bloom with passion, we are both consumed gaiety undulates in each step we take if this is a dream, I dare not wake such precious bliss I could never remake
*Written November 16, 2014

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Tender Conversation

She curled up with me on the bed, and laughed insanely
I looked at her in marvel, wondering what on earth had gotten into her
“Why are you laughing?” I asked my eyes wide in surprise.
She giggled, and wrapped her arm around me playfully…
“You and I…we’re just so different…how can you be so preserved? 
How can you be so calm, when the world begs for your bite?
How can you not wriggle your toes when he teases your heart?
Do you not see he has fallen so in love with you?
How can you not tell him? Relish him? Hold him? 
You’re so coy…so thoughtful….talented….so beautiful, 
And yet you do not see you can have it all,
You can have him as your own, 
You can kiss him, feel him, and melt in his embrace,
Knowing that you are worth everything to him…
Yet, here you are, with me, 
Sitting so, in your dark contemplations…rattling for life’s pumping purpose
With this silly, simple, raunchy, cackling little thing…
Rooting you on….griping for your successes…” 

I looked at her lovingly, leaning into her sudden strange hold
“We are different…and that is what I love about us,” I said softly,
Looking up at the ceiling, then out the window for no particular reason…
I guess in my silence, being me I wanted to look mysterious, 
Wanted to wrestle with her brain a little
“I am never calm…for in our world, we feed on not exactly knowing,
He surrounds my mind and soul with seductive kisses, 
Not from those heavenly lips of his, but from his very soul…
I talk to him him in riddles, not from my tongue, but with my life
I hold him high, not with my hands, but with my affectionate gaze…
In those moments, everything is neither his nor mine…
We need nothing but that reassurance….that acceptance….it is so rare it makes me rattle….
Because…that is life’s purpose, right there, in that ecstasy of soaring psyche…
In that spark of fondness, where our very hearts pump permission to ascend…” 

She smiled, almost sadly, gazing where I now gazed…
“I love the words you speak, 
I only wish I can see it through your eyes,
I am so simple…so dull….
If only I can feel the way you feel,
Write the way you write…
Would I be happier, as I seize life,
Or if I allowed life to seize me?”

“These words, they are yours, my friend…
As long as you exist in the divine luck of living, you will feel such reverie
Beyond the wistful want of touch, taste, and smell…
Beyond the grand grip of what brings you most joy…
Life will flow brazenly in your grasp, without need of seizing
Without a squeeze or a forceful grab for more…
He will be yours….and this will make you glow so beautifully…
You are much more than you give yourself credit for….
And, by the way, no simpleton cackles like a maniac…
And no maniac is ever dull…”

She chortled, smacking my arm, as we lay back against the single bed
And she fell asleep right there, with a smile on her face
Drifting into dreams… the tender conversation that leads to discovery

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My Poetry Friends

I carry our friendship in my mind
And like a “Welcome Home” banner
It warms my heart. 
When I see flowers in bloom
I think of your poetry;
How your words paint such colorful, 
Vivid tapestries.
Even on the greyest of days
They brighten my world,
Shed light on my emotions,
Lift my spirits, and give comfort to my soul.
We are kindred spirits in our love of nature,
The gift of children and the wonder of the
Animal kingdom, how it nurtures us in love,
Inspires us to want to share through
Poetry the beauty of this planet.
When you write of waterfalls
I feel the cool mist on my face.
When you write of trees
I see their lovely trunks and limbs
And how closely they resemble people.
When you write about the wayward wind
An awesome chill cloaks my body.
As you relate the power of the moon
I feel her tug at my emotions and
Her authority as she reigns over the seas.
The contrast of serenity and excitement
Abound when you speak of the sparkling 
Stars, their soft glow or burst of beauty as they 
Burn a bright light through a cobalt sky.
Tears of joy stream down my smiling face
As you describe the sunrise and sunset
In a rainbow of hues from silver to scarlet.
It leaves me breathless in awed elation.
Each season offers a new delight in what you write
And our friendship grows deeper and more
Meaningful with each creation.
When you write of love, I feel loved.
You are a blessing and a joy in my life.
I carry our friendship in my mind.

© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong

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Sonnet to a Fine Poetess

I know a very fine poet, a dear colleague, who’s so exquisitely talented and bright,
And has a superb facility with words and themes making all fit perfect and right;
She has an unrivaled mastery of the poetic art and writes with the best approach,  
And has an unparalleled ability to write the finest verse beyond any reproach. 

This poet’s sense of depth, empathy, and poetic variety is quite splendid to behold,
And she brings such compassion and power to her work worth its weight in gold;
With well-conceived themes and images she invites readers to her special dimension,
While enchanting them magically with sublime verses and holding their attention.

This poet communes with Our Poetry Muse, seeking her scope and enchanted vision,
And shares amply all with her readers with enraptured intent and a perfect precision.
Our friend’s poetry reflects always the human dynamic with such power and grace, 
And she finds the right tone, tenor, pitch and rhyme—putting them in proper place.
 
I must say I’m very proud of our colleague’s work and appreciate so her fine poetry,
And I’m so glad she’s with us and gives us such beauty and elegance in her poetry!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(November 9, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet in a Rhyme poetic format) 

*****Written for the “It’s All About Me Contest,” December 4, 2014*****

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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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DECEMBER MAGIC


luminescent snow

    dressed in pewter, tulle, moonshine

          chilling the rooftop

    as December magic warms

          ... long shivers of twilight's kiss




Andrea Dietrich’s A Quintain Christmas Contest
12/28/2014


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City of Joy,Kolkata,6 PM

Gradually she changes her dress at the end of this winter day like a beautiful stage actress preparing herself for a play. At the end of this winter day City of Joy as she is called preparing herself for a play diamond petals slowly unfurled. City of Joy as she is called wearing her glittering ornaments diamond petals slowly unfurled blooming like a rose God sent. Wearing her glittering ornaments anklet to bracelet of lights blooming like a rose God sent waiting for visitors of night. Anklet to bracelet of lights Howrah Bridge is her necklace waiting for visitors of night checks her face on the Ganges. Howrah Bridge is her necklace like a beautiful stage actress checks her face on the Ganges gradually she changes her dress. © kash poet 2012 **Click on "About this poem" to see her necklace,The Howrah Bridge ========================000======================== Placement:5th ;(January 2012) Contest:City Lights Sponsor:Debi Guzzie

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Finding Joy This Season


To find the greatest joy,
give selflessly.
Share your gifts, your time, your love -
be the smile others long to see!

To find your heart’s content,
show gratitude. 
Open your eyes and give thanks for life -
walk with a hopeful attitude! 

To find desired love,
Love others with God’s eyes.
Search beyond the surface seen –
you may be quite surprised!  

To find your Christmas spirit,
return to innocence.
Slow down, have fun, believe again –
remember the Lord’s presence!


for Regina Riddle's Didactic poem contest, 12/7/14 

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Meeting The Soupers

"Your first poem was an 
excellent poem....you are 
welcome...." Commented 
skat on my first poem.
"Wonderful and deep 
poem....you are welcome 
to poetry soup..." That 
was Poet Destroyer.
"Wow you have touched 
my heart in a special way 
with your poem.....your 
new friend Leonora 
Galinta" said Galinta.
"Well penned" said 
kithinji and so many 
special poets.
Hearty words from these 
unique poets spurred me 
to write better poems.
Which they appreciate.
Poetry soup is safe haven 
where feelings and 
emotions are expressed 
in tangible forms.
An educational enclave 
where different forms of 
knowledge are 
exchanged like two 
hands washing eachother.
Am most humbled to 
meet these dazzling 
gems radiating warmth 
like the sun-a privilege it 
is connect to parts of the 
planet.
I believe we all will meet 
someday,not in the after 
life.
Leonora Galinta is an 
angel to meet,whom I 
admire amongst others.
Love to set my eyes on 
her delicate and graceful 
nature. See her graceful 
carriage, feel her gentle 
hands and smiles as she 
exudes sweetness. I pray 
hand of time will 
backwards when that 
day appears as we walk 
in the woods leading to 
silent deep blue sea with 
gentle breeze 
whispering...... A prolific 
writer as well.
PD will I meet 
someday,love her 
amiable nature,full of 
grace and charm. A 
prolific poetess.
Skat is lovely with her 
immeasurable words of 
encouragement.
Kithinji will I love to 
behold,to learn from him.
Have drink with Robin,
Alian, shake akinyemi, 
stroll with Joe, hv a hike 
with
Sibanda, dine with Ralph 
and you.
Saying hi and hugs to 
Paz Samelo.
Meeting the soupers is 
making a happy family.
   Am gliding like the 
eagle,soaring higher as 
the day pass by.          
you soupers are my 
strength.








Name:Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
(Baron Of Ebullion)

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The Joy of Knowing Jesus

The Joy of Knowing Jesus…

The joy of knowing Jesus is a blessing to know.
He brings peace and nourishment to my soul!

The joy of knowing Jesus brings a peace within.
Knowing that HE has removed my every sin!

The pleasure of serving Jesus is an honor indeed.
Knowing that he’s supplied and met my every need!

The pleasure of living each day, in honor to my king…
Helps me to realize that Christ is my everything!

This opportunity I have, is a special moment.
I know that I’ve been cleansed by HIS atonement!

This same Jesus can bring salvation to you today!
He’s waiting for you!  And loves you in a beautiful way!

Won’t you take the time and receive him too?
See the marvelous work that he can do through you!

There’s a joy of knowing this Lord!  He loves you so much!
He bless and restore your life by his special touch!

This can be the time, for you to come and accept him!
He wants to change your life!  Won’t you let him?

Behold the king of glory!  Hallelujah to the lamb!
He reaches out to all…  With his loving hands!

Let’s thank Jesus for the joy that he’s given!
By his shed blood…  We can all be forgiven!

He offers true love to all!  And is what life is about!
He can change us now!  And bring hope throughout!

The joy of knowing Christ is a pleasure to obtain!
We can find all we need!  In his precious name!

By Jim Pemberton   11/02/14

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Carried Away

Lost in old tears, I found myself....
      carried away by weightless joys....
              to lose myself in what I found....










December, 31st 2014

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