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Black Diamond Night

Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery) 

Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely, 
Sinister through hostile spirits only,

I stumble across these stones without a bone
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend
Only in time, our minds will mend

Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they sit alone
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough
Is what they left

Obsessed with the dead without a death
A death that impatiently awaited their last breath
Gushing, into the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill
Coal mining hearts that will never heal
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mess, we held in the blasphemous
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions
Acknowledging the soul's capacity of free
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone
Where the night takes place in the dark
The ebony rides under the diamond bark
Along with the coal miners who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”

:) pd

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Reflection of an old man

As I gaze upon a frail old man opposite me He looks at me and a smile appears on his face I decide to stop and talk to him for a while To reflect upon those years gone by Old man, where has your life gone? Time has flown by, doesn't life moves so fast Can you remember when you were younger? Handsome man with long dark hair, the ladies loved, but its all gone now, not even any grey patches A gleam in your eye just like James Dean, but your face is old and wrinkly now Your hands were so strong, but now shake and shiver Like a stallion, your strength was of legends, but through the years you became so weak and fragile Do you remember all the loves? All those hearts your broke? The one that broke your heart? I know she skips through your mind from time to time Such a beautiful woman, full of class, you thought one day you would marry, have lots of children and die happy. Funny how life works out, how it never goes to plan What you have today is never what you thought it would be Do you remember all those who hurt you? Through time you learnt to forgive, life is too short for grudges I know you miss your real beloved, your precious mother, who sacrificed her life for you Who held you so close the day you were born, sadly, you lost her so young Life was hard with so much poverty, and I know you wonder what happened to your childhood, but you got through and learnt how to spread love You didn't let the demons defeat you, because your were drawn to the angels Think about all the happiness you brought, how many tears you wiped away and how you listened But what about those dreams you had? Do you have many regrets? Or is life too short for that? Do you feel you have left behind a legacy? I see loneliness in your eyes, everyone you loved, has left in the end. Are you happy with what you will leave behind? Do you like what you see in the mirror? As, I turn away from the mirror, and tears roll down my face I think to myself, what happened to the fun and the adventure Whatever happened to all those passengers? What happened to me? But, then I remind myself, life is what it is and everything happens for a reason Some you win, some you lose Life is too short for regret It's good to reflect, but also good to be content... The Silent One 24 September 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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I'm just a man

You sat there crying with tears rolling down you face
Asked me why I didn't show you any compassion
All I could say was that 'I'm just a man'
I should have wiped away your tears and held you tight
Told you I loved you and everything will be all right
Yet, I showed no emotion, because 'I'm just a man'
All the answers to your questions, I couldn't find
I was impatient, because 'I'm just a man'
All those times you would scream and shout went unnoticed
I thought you would calm down after the silence
I never meant to hurt you, but 'I'm just a man'
I can still remember the day you said goodbye
I was so confident you would come running back
I wish I wasn't so arrogant, but 'I'm just a man'
I saw you walking the other day with another guy
I can't help but be jealous, because 'I'm just a man'
I saw you smile and you seemed so happy
Finally, you met someone who understood you
Who will show you compassion and hold you tight
You deserve a real man, not someone still a boy
But how could I understand, when I don't understand myself
I was an unloved child who lost his childhood
Nobody taught me how to become a man
Nobody told me the difference between right and wrong
Nobody taught me how to love and care for another
School didn't teach me anything about life
Now here I am again all alone dealing with the ghost of the past
Even though you don't think so, I did love you deeply
Guess I didn't say it enough, because 'I'm just a boy
I hope you have forgiven me for the times I hurt you
Because 'I'm not a man', 'I'm just a boy' Fictional The Silent One 9 September 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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my existence is of no importance

Life has become a monotonous task Still I am haunted by ghosts from the past Great pretender - you only see the mask Memories linger-how long will they last? Traumatic pain results in constant fears I show no emotion nor do I dwell Society mocks the man who sheds tears because of this, I shelter in a shell This heart of mine has mutated to stone It wont love again it cannot be cured I'm content in solitude - all alone All faith is lost, nothing can be restored Life is just an artificial substance My existence is of no importance Fictional The Silent One 7 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Love story part two

Part two: Outbreak of civil war

Imaani’s world is falling apart around her.  Protests against a dictatorship government go out of control as activists are brutally killed.  Rebel groups are formed and a civil war breaks out between rebels and the government.  Imaani’s life is in danger as her father is a political activist.  Her father is arrested and her mother dies after a local shopping centre is bombed. 
Oh my beloved, I must leave you now.  War has broken and I must hide myself from the world.  Be patient my beloved, if our love is true we will be together soon.  
Mathias is heartbroken and alone once again,
“Don’t tell me love hurts,
It hurts just like death.
Everyone has a love story,
But my story I can never tell.
No one ever taught me how to love,
I only learned through experience.
Loss leads to pain, sorrow and no hope for tomorrow,
If pain is temporary, then why do i feel hollow?
No one ever told the truth to me,
About growing up, and the troubles I would face.
Everything I was taught,
had not prepared me for this.
Love is like the sun,
The closer you get, the quicker you burn.
Lies and betrayal will destroy your trust,
Your mind will be at war and there will be no peace.
Maybe it was never meant to be,
especially when you feel you never tried hard enough.
So, is it better to let dreams fade away?
To break two hearts, that are meant to be?
With so many doubts and so many questions,
I guess I will never know the true answers
In a society where love can be a taboo,
A beautiful love, sometimes cannot blossom
What kind of world do we live in?
When society cannot let you be you.
So don’t tell me love hurts,
It hurts more than anything.”
As the war becomes more brutal, a refugee crisis hits the country.  Imaani is forced to leave her home,
“Society has shunned me and I feel neglected,
I am like a foreigner, so it is time to say goodbye.
There is nobody here of mine, so I will be leaving,
colourful memories have faded away, all I see is gloom.
All those I loved have been stolen from me,
taken away by the evil brutality of man.
Their voices still echo around me,
their screams continue to traumatise me.
Derelict streets and buildings are all around me,
with haunting sounds of happiness and laughter.
All around me is pain and cries of injustice,
atrocities that the world turned a blind eye to.
All has been lost, so I guess I will be leaving,
disappearing behind a trail of sadness and sorrow.
I will soon be forgotten as will my childhood memories,
forced into an unknown fate as I become part of the Diaspora.”
Mathias’s world is falling apart.  He loses his job and falls into depression at the sudden loss of his soul mate,
“Life is a poisoned chalice, full of betrayal and hypocrisy,
an evil society which breaks your heart and then mocks you.
My destiny is a deceitful one, full of deception and regret,
there is no happy ending, this is no enchanting fairy tale.
I feel no love and have been left all alone,
nobody really understands, so I hide myself from them.
I have become indulged in a dimension of deepest despair,
within an abyss, where darkness is my only loyal friend.
so many tears have been shed, I have drowned myself in sorrow,
I am drowning in what feels like the deepest ocean and I cant swim.
I am falling, but no one is there to catch me,
my emotions are out of control, my mind is betraying me.
My heart is so fragile and sensitive, it is hurt by the smallest thing,
these voices in my head are driving me insane.
I am going crazy, when will it all end,
as no longer do I have the strength to carry on.
As every sigh becomes deeper, I contemplate my fate,
is life really worth living, what do I have to live for?
Help me please, no go away, leave me alone!
I await the final betrayal, so then I can say goodbye forever,
I will leave without a trace, without an explanation.
But, please forgive me, I never meant any harm,
I can't help it, I'm falling,
and no one can catch me now.”
Months go by and there does not seem to be any end to the war.  The powers of the world stand by and look on, not intervening as they have no political gain from the conflict.  The refugee crisis increases with overflowing refugee numbers in camps around neighbouring countries.  Imaani, has not eaten for days and is a shadow of the woman, she used to be,
“Do you hear my call?
Here, I stand,
battered and bruised.
Thirsty, hungry and confused,
do you hear my call?
Look into my eyes,
they have ran dry, no more tears.
The world has become blind,
they do not see my suffering.
The world has become deaf,
they do not hear my call.
So hungry, that I cannot sleep,
so tired, that I cannot sleep.
Life is a chance of luck,
a child born into luxury,
a child born into poverty,
sadly, a definition of what is to come.
soon, I will be gone,
but my plight, must never be forgotten.”
Part three: The union
Imaani has not forgotten the love of her beloved even with her life in extreme danger and close to death she calls out,
“I was never a poet, 
but your vision became my poetry,
I had heard about love,
but only your existence turned me into a lover.
I thought romance was dead,
but, your companionship, seduced me into a romantic.
I was never a musician,
but, now I compose melodies to describe what I feel for you.
I was never a believer,
but, your beauty made me believe, now I worship you.
I have never asked for anything from God,
I enjoin my hands and pray for your return.
I search for you with every sunset,
I search for you with every sunrise.
They mock me and say you will never return,
soon you will forget and love again.
Happiness or sadness, no matter where, my love will never change,
for those whose love is true, devotion always remains.”
A voice whispers into the ear of Mathias,
“Do you think you have time? Go to her, to your beloved.”
To be continued...

The Silent One. 20 August 2015.

Copyright © Silent One

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Till death do us part

I still remember those words; To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. We both said yes and your eyes closed when our lips met I will never forget the melody of your voice, I still hear it The look on your face when you awoke next to me, I still see it The walks in the park that made your smile The romantic meals that lead to passionate love making I will never forget and I miss you.. The coffee cup that last touched your lips, has still not been washed. It lies before my eyes and I can still taste your mouth The bed that you last laid upon, I’ve not changed the sheets It’s still untouched, the memories of our love are too much to wash away Your clothes are still neatly placed in the wardrobe Sometimes I will hold them close and pretend I am holding you Your dressing table with your photo and all your make up, is still the same It’s become my shrine, everyday I sit there looking into the mirror Wishing it was you, looking back at me Sometime I spray your perfume to feel you in the room I'm sorry I broke your promises, not to be sad nor to cry The tears haven’t stopped rolling, as the years have gone by You told me to move on and to be happy and to love again How can there be another, when there is nobody like you How could I do such a thing when I miss you so much They told me to sell you car, but it’s still parked in the garage I sit in there every day, your aroma lingers and still intoxicates me I put on your favourite CD and each song reminds me of your love Many memories drift through my mind, especially that final day I remember your last breath as I held on to your hand When your heart stopped I didn't want to let go My heart never let you go and has never been the same Nothing in life lasts forever, but I will never stop loving you The Silent One Fictional poem 17 September 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Jealous of your love

I've been jealous,
ever since that day you decided to walk away
Now I'm jealous of the sun, 
for it does not keep me warm in this storm
All I see is the rain and gloomy days
I'm jealous of the angels,
because it's only demons that keep me company
Saints have left me in my jealous state of mind
I'm so jealous of the moon and stars,
as every night I spend without you, has no light
I'm so jealous of being alone,
always thought my beloved would return
Yet there is no sign, not even a glimpse
I'm jealous of that man,
Who is holding you right now
Guess, I didn't hold you strong enough
I'm jealous how happy you are without me
I'm so jealous, of how you make me so jealous,
moving on so easily, leaving me behind..

31 August 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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I just want to go home

This incalescent environment lacks in incandescence My cold blood struggles to breathe within this inferno Every day becomes a struggle and I just want to go home I do not belong here and am incongruous to this society An ignorant stranger to their beliefs and their customs They are oblivious to my being and care not to understand I want to go to a place where it rains and the fields are green Where every stranger smiles and everyone knows my name Where my loved ones patiently wait with open arms I long to feel loved again and feel a warm embrace I do not belong here, I just want to go home I long for, my beloved's kiss the eyes of my child my mother's food my fathers strength banter with my friends I count the days to when I will be homeward bound
Return to a place where I belong, a place I can call my home The Silent One 16 September 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Nescient of my love

You will never kill the poet in me My words express what you repress These poems are my liberation from your emotional philistinism What happened to that frog I kissed? Thirty years and still no prince When tears fall, your words are harsh Don't you know a lady does not choose to cry You turn away cursing my feelings Insensitive and ignorant to my needs Decades pass, still nescient of my love What happened to those I love you's? Do you stay because of the vows you made? Or is it the fruits I bore for you? Fledglings will always leave the nest, but it saddens me when ours flew from you Why do you mock the fruits that fall from my tree Slowly, I preserve them and protect them in a jar Maybe, these too are like my fledglings, but I don't want them to fly away... The Silent One 1 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Tonight. Keyboard and coffee, that is all that is left of me. Spoon full of sugar and misery, Blurry eyes cannot see, A way to break free. Tonight. Darkness. Drifting down in snowflakes, Lingering in my mind my mistakes, Soreness in my bones, body aches, These happiness smiles, all fakes, I give when everyone else takes. Darkness. Infected. This lonely heart as it beat. Empty from my head to my feet, In lies, a battle lost, and I retreat. If only a moment that we would meet, I wouldn't be dust on the street. Infected. Loneliness. This poetess, I must confess, I am a mess, Slaved, I am less, Loneliness.
Date: 11-17-2014 For Contest: Loneliness

Copyright © Casarah Nance

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Fight for the one you love collaboration with Eileen Manassian

Sometimes you can love with all you have. 
Yet it is never enough to capture a heart. 
Sometimes the love fades away over the years. 
Hearts are broken without words even spoken. 

How can it be that what you have is not enough? 
When all you ever want to do is love and adore 
What goes wrong when emotions so deep, so strong, 
Can’t find expressions to reach the other heart 

Yesterday's beautiful memories slowly fade away, 
as the love in your eyes gradually dies. 
What happened to the promises? Why has the love died? 
I begin to dread the day you finally say goodbye. 

Goodbye will never touch my lips while they yet draw breath 
My heart still beats there, there in your hands, it feels, it bleeds 
Though voiceless are the words it thunders, yet its memories speak 
Louder than the doubts in your mind; will you listen, will you hear? 

I hardly recognize this person lying next to me. 
Is it that someone else has your heart, so you shun me. 
What do I need to do to make you love me? 
Or is this the end? Is my love not enough? 

If you wander away, unable to stay, tired of delay... 
Know this: my love is feeling and commitment entwined 
My love is constancy and ecstasy reignited, redefined 
My love is all you'll ever need, when tired, when you bleed 

Do you recall the vows you made, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish. 
Till death do us part, means you love me until death, not wish it sooner. 
Life is a balance of holding on and letting go, so make up your mind. 
My heart will bleed, but how can I live with a love that is not true. 

Still the doubts that shout; still everything else but this.... 
Lay your head on my chest, and hear the thunder that prevails 
This voiceless beating of words that courses through my veins 
While this testament of life remains, my love for you will live. 

Oh beloved sweetheart of mine, rest assured, I will fight for our love.
I will reignite that fire in your soul and awaken the ghost of passion.
I will become the object of your affection, the one you carnally desire.
You are my destiny and I, your fate, we merge as one, together and forever.

Silent One and Eileen Manassian collaboration
25 August 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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The distinguished gentleman

His simple presence lights up the darkest room
A man of calm demeanour and smoothness are his ways
All the ladies turn and stare wishing he would be their groom
Such class he oozes, so many offer him an abundance of appraise
Desperately trying to get his attention and to enter his gaze.

His subtle politeness is a rarity in the fast paced society of  today
A distinguish gentleman as him, is one of a kind
Surrounded by jealousy, yet he keeps the vultures at bay,
as his enemies struggle to belittle his tenacious mind
He has no serious competition, as they all get left behind

Distinguished he is, but in no means is he complete,
for he longs for a beloved who will be his one and only
To show him loyalty, love and admiration, to never cheat
Someone he could be with forever and never feel lonely
He just wants to be loved, before he becomes an old crony!

30 August 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Insanity or Death

Insanity or Death

Life begins with insanity~~
~Your soul is kicking and screaming, 

Ready to exit with the touch of human hands.
Insanity rides on a gallant stallion ready to pant.
Hides in the mind, mourning its captive soul. 
Ready to breach over holding its breath.
Projecting in and out without a guide.
Bites away at the feast, enchants for freedom.  
From the lips……….....
Taking length against a world of dilemmas, 
Contrasting to a never happy end.
The epidermis cover every wall of insanity.

To live, to eat, and to suffocate it determination without air.
Dramatically hallucination against its will of no wells.
Until it realizes it can drink without water.

No further needs a slumber.
The mind-bends and unfolds to ordinary jolts, 
When left to human consummation.
Insincerely bidding and cutting to die in the sleep.
Is how it pleads!

Graves where dreams have no meaning.
Caves where goodness can be redeemed.
A temple of misguided fortune.
All respect lost to this infection,
The patients’ weight distracted from an antidote.

The madness begins too finds admiration-
That makes catastrophe go on and on.
The psychosis of the mind and mockeries of them will never be gone
Dictating in everything wrong,
Layers of cramped bricks, level the isolation.

Death drags its feet off into this infinite helix world.
A source of light breeding out of darkness.

"Sanity is no friend of mine!"
Insanity is earth herself, 

Where there is life, there is a reason, 
Where there is reason, there is madness,
Where there is madness, there you are,   
Feeling nothing………………...
Lost in darkness................ 

~Your soul is kicking and screaming
Life ends with death~~


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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The Special Rose

She sits and rocks, so gently back and forth
Her chin leaning heavily on her chest.
In her hands she cradles, one flat waxed rose
And sighs as pain is swelling in her breast.

Her long grey hair, now tied up in a bun
Is what I see when entering the room.
I helplessly watch, her tear drops flowing,
They look like dew, upon the lonely bloom.

Slowly she looks at a picture nearby,
A glimpse of a smile creases her face.
Granddad with her, stand on their wedding day
With red roses, and a dress of white lace.

After the wedding, she said with a smile,
I took this one rose and waxed it back then.
Granddad had laughed at me wondering why.
I said, for the special memories when…….

And now this old rose, I hold in my hand,
Precious memories kept in my drawer
I pull it out remembering the day
When granddad loved me, and I loved him more.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Encounters with Flowers 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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The Malkavian part 1 perfect version

His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented
Drained and defeated, his family finally retreated 
Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming 
The doctors sent in spoke of hope and healing 
The drugs they administered only made him more demented 
Cemented is the feeling that his life is just an echo 
Of an endless, timeless, all-consuming screaming 

His best friend is a disproportioned bird, appropriately named buddy 
Whose monotonous motion in drinking is somewhat soothing to his being 
Though not potent enough to stop, the persistent pounding of the screaming
Often he stares into the emptiness of nothingness, contemplating the beauty 
of its existence 
Only to find his mind is drowning in a confounding conundrum he can’t quite 
It’s hard to be philosophical when your mental testicles have fallen to the proper 
So sometimes he whispers tongue twisters until his brain blisters
Madmen mask madness in the meticulous mastery of mindless tasks

Buddy was telling a troubling tale, of a dragon drunk off of some dwarven ale 
Who through two days, threw up flames and burnt down the tavern and town 
When the door to his room opened with a plume of plum perfume 
In stepped an inept and unkempt nurse named Nancy
Her green eyes and fiery red hair caused his heart to flutter and flair with fancy
She had quite the quiet voice and was quick to trip over her own two feet 
A bit naïve, she would easily believe anything she had heard or seen
He knew he would make her his, no matter the time nor energy 

It was easy for him to pretend to be prim and proper 
Just a mask to don in order to dupe his doctor
Circumventing the system that couldn’t save him 
He was as he always had been and would be
In constant pain and agony with no desire for sympathy
Just in need of some freedom from his prison and medication
Meditation and mantras had given him the sentiment of a design
On how to inhibit the screaming, and maybe even end it

Four years plotting and planning the perfect moment of promise
A fire formed from a single flamed fueled from an accelerant 
It raced through the halls, up the walls, over the ceiling, killing all the residents
Eighty-eight inmates and staff burned alive in what felt like an instant 
Such little time to search through the bodies, looking for a single person
He found her on the fourth clinging to the bathroom faucet 
He lost his virginity to the burnt corpse of Nurse Nancy 
To his amazed mind, he was astonished to find, the screaming was silenced

just a note I cannot reduce the font so the lines fit without overlapping as they 
do in stanza two

Copyright © Nathan D.

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A Heart Lay Broken

A spirit flies alone there's no love true without saying goodbye 
soul searching deeply without sacrifice your gone 
walking golden sands inside the heart all wars are won 

Hand in hand slowly strolls on golden sands footprints left
as you're daylight played warm tricks our destiny ties us beyond
put under one spell lost in lonely you one beautiful memory

Drowning inside your Heaven drifting faraway tears
to hear the winds breathless whisper softly howls out your name
holding you dream magic as your voice enters feelings flow 

An aura of beauty appeared within reality coloring a rainbow
or was it just a figment of imagination never existing
strung along believing in something real 

Salted from the deep ocean waves crashing currents 
rising emotions turning tides weeping is it wrong for me in the scrapyard 
among'st twisted metal to want to hold you love one last time

(Terza Rima in unrhymed Tercet poetic format)

Copyright © liam mcdaid

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Alone Together

A "collaboration" with Edgar Allan Poe's poem titled, "Alone"

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.

     Where years of mingled adolescent voices
     Denied a heart and it's choices
     My quiet self could not speak
     Another outcast - a soul unique.

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.

     Pages of art, the written word
     An interest each one found absurd
     A solemn love that I must hide
     To keep when I and time can abide.

Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:

     How - in melancholy youth - I found
     The companion to whom I remain bound,
     I do not know precisely the day when
     Though I knew I had gained a friend.

From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold -

     The years dragged on without relent
     As months of solitude were spent,
     Down a new road I traveled then
     Meeting destiny, though I knew not when.

From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by-
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

     Undeterred by any supernatural power
     Or life's occasional teardrop shower
     My soul kept tight hold of passion
     Let me fulfill it in my own fashion
     This outcast "demon" found in me a friend
     Alone together, now and beyond the end.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Cloud 5

Falling from cloud 10 (a self rejection collaboration) 

King Mandalay!

Poet Destroyer, I want to tell you this 
My heart is not ready to sing
I will always seal my love to you with a final kiss
So you can always feel you were once my everything 
I am sorry I was too much for you on your lonely night
My ego is too strong for you to be with someone like me 
Sorry, my heart beat will set you on cloud five away from the light 
It's not you my love I need more dots to see
PD, It is not easy to feel overzealous
I became paranoid with this system that  glistens
A friendship I destroyed by the thought that made me jealous
P.D., I don't think we could ever be friends I never did listens 

My ways ruined the perfect expression of a perfect emotion 
Once again what could have been a nurtured affection I ended
You will never again see the moon to my ocean
I will leave you now on cloud 5 hoping you don't feel offended

Poet Destroyer
King Mandalay, you’re my love and will always be my desire 
With an endless world of possibilities you will forever own my heart 
My heart for you will always burn with an eternal fire
I place my hand on my broken heart to another lonely street
Never will my heart beat feel complete
You were such a gift I did not want to live without 
Without you I will go back to my cloud 5 the abyss of delete
I gave you my heart to the fullest, now why so much doubt? 
King Mandalay, you spin my head round and round
Like a kaleidoscope ever color will crash above
You dropped my heart from cloud 10 right into the  ground
Our friendship connected our fate into a promise of broken love
The gravity between me and you was really true in my heart 
My lost emotions will break my unity to survive
You are the devil who ripped out my best body part
My energy will dive back into cloud 5 where life in no longer alive

             CLOUD 5

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Mirror Ball

I'm sure this hill is where it stood.
Amazing shapes of stuccoed wood.
A glass-brick, neon stream-lined place.
As if it flew from outer space,

A swing band auditorium,
An Art Deco emporium,
When romance, innocent in pace,
From dancing to a teasing chase.

The town grew west in modern haste
And down it came, without a trace.
The war and culture's change in taste,
Predestined doom, the past erased.

The future sighs, with solemn face
The wrecking ball, the glittered waste
No plaque to read "Historic Sight".
The swirling dust, a dance goodnight.

Gene Bourne

Copyright © Gene Bourne

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The Dead Of Winter

Here under the cold winter sun,
Beneath the old, lifeless tree,
My winter mourning has begun,
When no one comes to visit me.

Left out here on the edge of town,
Underneath the gray and gloomy sky,
In a lonely cemetery, with not a soul around,
Where every lone wintertime, I cry.

As I lay here, frozen and numb,
Crystal snowflakes are falling down,
The dead of winter has finally come,
Like icy teardrops upon the ground.

The wind howls like a lonely, lost spirit,
Through grass overgrown this December,
And it still hurts me to hear it,
That nobody even came here to remember.

Icicles have formed on the iron gate,
And the days now become dark so soon,
Forever sealing in my forgotten fate,
My only friend is the bright, shining moon.

And so I'll just lie here all alone,
No one will come until the spring,
And while you are staying, warm at home,
No one has left me flowers or anything.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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You Know I Love You

Winds may howl,
Wild animals growl,
The forest grows cold, 
For I am lonesome and old
As the sun peaks through the clouds, 
I hear your soft, young voice so loud!
And though you speak dead man's lines,
You speak them with majesty divine
As I am wrapped in  my woe,
I only want you to know...
...that roses die black and violets lose blue,
But I will never die
And you know I love you!

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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God named me a straying cloud,
and by His perpetual wish I abide...
as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze.
I glance below and discover the yellow daffodils pride, 
and fluttering they dance beneath the apple trees;
and as a sparrow I feel the bond. 

My night visitation is more exciting than broad daylight,
I encounter many stars and make them my friends,
and they love shining on the Milky Way...
looking down on the lonely bay so bright;
and tossing their luminous heads, they brightly dance:
so happy they have come my way!

Even the ocean's waves join them in their play,
but their dance is better than theirs,
and at such wondrous sight I make verse...
being offered their warm company;
I am amazed by how they roll and still gazing away,
I do admire the spectacle that gladdens me.

So often, on my couch I gladly lie to rest,
but overwhelmed by empty or moody thoughts,
that splendid image flashes in the glow of the sunset;
my daffodils still wave and invite me to dance,
and I dance with them, making a happy sound...
not to feel the loneliness of a lost cloud. 

Entered in Brian Strand's Adaption poetry contest
This is an adaption of Williams Wordsworth's poem,
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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Poe and I

Poe's darkness calls to such as I, an ember,
a velvet covered wing chair's grasp on dark nights.
I seek the maudlin moan of his December
to nurse an aging form and love's lost delights.
As Poe has said, "distinctly I remember..."
his sweetest kiss and the wound he left in flight.
So, by the hearth sit such as I in shadow,  
Raven in hand by the firelight's ruddy glow.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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wooed by the comfort
of others and worldly things
ideals stall change
they visit but never stay
leaving us tired and alone

Contest:  One New Tanka
Sponsor: Rick Parise

Copyright © rob carmack