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Mesopotamia

Iraq is civilization's cradle -
a casket is being built
with the cradle's worn planks.



August 7th, 2014





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DANCING ON AIR

Freedom! Sensuously she spreads her wings, Floating in glorious glens Now at one with nature 16th February 2015 Jan Allison Syllables checked with how many syllables Contest In Praise of Kimo – Nette Onclaud Visual 1

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- Queen Of The Forest -

   

   True grace I hear the songs within her heart 
   Her hidden life, the secret 
   Glow from butterfly wings 





   visual #1

   Sponsor:Nette Onclaud 
   Contest Name:IN PRAISE OF A KIMO
   Deadline: 16.03.2015



   - My first Kimo  :) .... 16.02.2015
     A-L Andresen :)

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A Pink Crystal Dawn

beneath the silence of ice-encased trees the sky’s pink dawn lies captured in the pond’s crystal depths/center>

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Cosmetic Critique-Part 2

Pinned beauties.
Drilled customs.
Feminist wrote"Complex Formatting"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Inspiration :- My University Reader

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Terror's Blackness

Terror's blackness engulfs us as we flee. Knowing not what fate awaits - you've let go of my hand. Visual #3 Written 2/18/15 by Andrea Dietrich For the "In Praise of a Kimo" Poetry contest of nette onclaud

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My Number Is Three

 
Father does not see the mournful sad tears, that fall on his mossy tomb . . . Just three glistening tears. _________________________ September 16, 2014 Kimo Path Number 3 - February 1 Entered into the contest, What is My Number, sponsor Andrea Dietrich 7th Place

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Serenity's Semblance

Serenity’s semblance on her lined face as I stoop at the casket to kiss her pallid cheek For Debbie Guzzi's Three Lines Are Fine Poetry Contest Form chosen: Kimo

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Through my window

Through My Window

Lorikeets forage for a honey feed
Essence of a starving earth
Through the window I hope

A greedy beak digs deep down for a worm
The weak, seek to last the week
Through my window I pray

Written by: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 27.01.2014

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Butterflies

Butterflies are a symbol of freedom
They should never be captured
But left to bring us joy 

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No Obstacle

Brushed timeless in youth's inner light, dreams flow
like ruffles on dress stitched blue - 
no fence long legs can't climb. 


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 2/15/15
For Nette's In Praise of A Kimo Contest
Visual #2


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FEAR



                            A storm afield monsters roam in the woods
                                 Home sweet home we run for home
                                          A gale of fear follows









IN PRAISE OF A KIMO - Poetry Contest
Sponsor	nette onclaud
visual #3
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Composed on 17th February, 2015

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Her Memories


Standing at the gates of onyx memory 
Disclosures tell her story 
And it’s all in good time

 
Contest Name: In praise of a Kimo 
Date: February 18, 2015
By: Mystic Rose 
Visual # 2



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Pacing Seasons

Burnished copper leaves pace butterfly’s wings as young maiden, pink dressed, leans dreading harsh winter’s bark © Debra Squyres 2/16/15 Written for: In Praise of Kimo –Using visual 1 Sponsor: Nette Onclaude

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The Last Poet

You'll know when you have destroyed a culture,

                
                                         When you have slain their last poet....

 
                                                                                  And forgotten his words!

 

                                                                                  Timothy I. Brumley

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'Two Rings'

mutual care that started out of nothing
  now it means everything
our love and devotion

a blessed union now sealed with two rings
   our nurtured care developed 
we are forever one 

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Evil

Evil is a spiritual maggot,

                             That devours the heart and mind...

                                                                       Leaving the soul to rot.



                                                                        Timothy I. Brumley

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Doing Time in Kimo

Thirty days hath September, April, June
November and anyone...
over the speed limit.  

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Elm 2

branches unfurl a silent cry to sky distressed rustling of drained leaves sapped by a dark disease

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Anticipating this moment

stockings on the mantle spilling over
with toys from Santa's red sack
proof he got my letter


12/6/11

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Framed in Glass

Framed in Glass Starburst crystals cling to the window pane Lavish mounting for a frame Cardinals in the snow All rights reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013 Form is Kimo: 3 lines wih10-7-6 syllable count

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The Inside Girl

plinks like the mallet on my xylophone
watch the rain fall, hear the sound 
splatter in the puddles

just licking the damp from the window pane
tears fall, there'll be no outside
wet cheeks and runny nose


Contest: Through My Window
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Date: 1/17/14

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Seven Pigeons

~*~ Seven pigeons, sitting in the snow Upon a street sign, trembling And the snow is falling As if, on cue they fly on snowy wings Circling the city buildings Till a safe ledge is found Beautiful, they smooth their heavy feathers Sitting quiet in the cold As snowflakes drift below I wish, my own weary heart could fly And as winter blows and roars I could but fold my wings O, could I fly, like seven pigeons And close my eyes to winter And the snow is falling ~*~ February 16, 2013 Kimo x 5

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tangled vines

tangled vines and shasta daisies embrace long forgotten wagon wheels - the whisper of a breeze

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Kimo one

mighty waves crash against the rocky shore
water splashes to the sky
salty mist touches lips