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- Valentine Jewel -

A timeless sense of joy a magical fairy dust sprinkle from the stars
My heart's flame one rhythmic and sensual warm dance

Listening to our sweet music echoes magic whispers inside the mirrors glow 
Power stands within the beauty romancing warm waves uniting flow 

In a halo of silver light shining luster deeply sparkles over wishes beam 
Each new moon embracing forever spotlighting precious silver ball in one dream   

Our love brought us together through life's destiny
Two souls have united entwined in love's single embrace
Beautiful snowflake you're one of a kind always unique falling true rings 
Softly warm melting desires lovingly touch gently finding Heaven sings  

When the gaze of my eyes meets yours
You bring me joy and happiness my dear valentine

A co write written by L. Mcdaid and A -L Andresen :) - 06.02.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen

More great poems below...

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A gypsy dance enthralls the stars into a twirl of rustling hems as women tap bare feet, guitars lift twiddling notes of lore’s anthems along a woodland’s lively fest, where beaded hair glides in thrilled zest to charm night’s romp away till wagon drifts when morning strays. My destiny number is 7, though I chose my path number 8--- jan 8 rispetto form in 8 lines ------------ Andrea Dietrich's Tell Me Your Number Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud

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The Grim Reaper Cometh

As All Hallows’ Eve approacheth my thoughts turneth to darkest dread,
Whilst in old age I harboureth a deep fear of seeing this one’s grim head;
Methinks the Grim Reaper cometh this time with his scythe in hand,
Which striketh maximum fear in me and maketh him feel quite so grand. 

Death and darkness doth pervade this spirit’s intent from that great beyond,
And bringeth one a chilling fear if one’s destiny be unending Hellspawn;
All Hallows’ Eve is the image I conjureth of my imminent departure,
But I hopeth for divine intervention and protection during this departure.

For I shan’t want to feel the fear and malediction of the Grim Reaper’s gaze,
As he eerily walketh in the deep mist to bringeth my soul into that darkest haze;
I prayeth then Oh Lord God, haveth an Angel escort me on my final trip beyond,
And spareth me the Grim Reaper’s terrifying visit and his image of Hellspawn.

I asketh thy divine power and all goodness in protecting my eternal spirit and soul,
And delivereth them to Heaven on All Hallows' Eve most sound and quite whole!

Amen!  Amen!  Amen! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - October 25, 2014
(Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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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

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

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December Magic

December Magic
Waltzing with the wind, in crocheted gowns of white lace… flurries of snowflakes sway to sweet divine music... that only angels can hear.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez

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Shades of Poe , Speaketh

Shades of Poe , Speaketh

Shades of Poe oft run in my veins
dark, dirty little splashing stains
No Raven stirs my battered heart
nor any signs on my astrology chart

Dark mysteries seep in at night
shadowed beings birthing fright
Muffled sounds sent to alarm
evil crying to scare and harm

Then my soul cries out to Poe
help me now , for you must know
Remedy for this sad affliction
a spell to give quick eviction

Reply creeps slowly back to me
close your eyes to sadly see
Darkness that drives men mad
such my heart and soul once had

No cure can by me be so gifted
you need Light to be so uplifted
My words are my aid little as is
answer you seek can only be His
Son of Light only can save you
my darkness left me only that clue!

Robert J. Lindley  10-12-2014

note:  Tis' the month the Dark spreads 
its evil mists to kids tucked in beds,
scary voices crying muffled shouts,
battles and shadowed little bouts,
goblins, ghouls and witches now abound
imagine such and they are then found!

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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- This World Appeals To Me On Many Levels -

Dear mother nature you're supposed
to make the world a good place to be in
Today the sky had hues of orange

Life begins every day when the sun arises 
Mixed with the fire's toast 
drinking of daylight 

Nature's wonderful respect for darkness
A moon shared the sky 
And you will never feel disappointed

To be born again off you
with the sun setting
Dipping down golden over mountains
Like a soul lost awaiting to be found

A slim narrow smile pearly shines 
Awaiting with anticipation
Night closing in as twilight holds a dream 
The master's at work  
the divinity of a deity 
Whispers of a breeze through fir trees 
Rusting branches sway dancing freely 
Surely created a deep impression inside me

Life begins every day 
when the sun takes center stage 
A sharp cutting breath hits home 
Diamond cutting thoughts invade 
Sailing away into another world

The moon and the stars come out in full force
Sharing a daydream as the night closes in 
Your eyes carry the sun peaking through the clouds
Destiny living and breathing the same air 
Until bliss becomes your daily drink

Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
A Collaborated Poem

Copyright © liam mcdaid

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- Every Breath You Take -

To get my heart in the right rhythm, I have to catch your inner you
Holding hands kiss colors inside sunshine warm paradise 

Together we share our dreams with a glass of pink champagne
Celebrating a living memory of eternal beauty sparkling gems glisten

We will find ourselves in an everlasting magical journey
Where the golden barley shakes silken softly whispers in our breeze

I'll walk with you through ages of time
Uniting as one shadow embraced dancing silver treasure

Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
Weightless without body floating beautiful falling inside the soul's desire 

Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  18.04.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © liam mcdaid

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Sun Dance

~Sun Dancing~         

Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose  
Warmth slinks down every step        
So--  Invigorating 
Spur like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers 
Huddle in with sunlit love
Luminous rave  

By; pd

(For contest) 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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- Natures Beauty -

Sunshine beams sparkles softly golden magic 
Breathtaking horizon of dreams spells casting

Feelings, faces and memories within
Shall follow the nature´s endless spin

Creeping higher morning glory rising perfect splendor 
Smiling warm rays inside hot radiance glows 

Dizzy with pleasure, tears a falling star rain wet drop of heaven
Total silence no vibration  pearls on leaves dried

Songbirds sing praise in a heavenly choir whistling tunes 
Enchanting dewdrops sparkling shivers, silver glistens 

Diamond shining clearly colors beauty awakening 
Rainbow riches polishing a heart to the highest luster 

Into a landscape of dreams and hope
The green grass will grow for another tomorrow

A co write written by Liam Mcdaid 
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 12.01.2015 - 
- Thank you my dear friend Liam -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen

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Omens Outlived

With a voice ornamented in ogled tension
you ask me,
like vulnerable flesh queries warm obsession,
Do you mean to love me this way...
on your mouth, a hold of hope I see
to you I say...
Does the sun choose to flare into sapphire atmosphere,
Does the moon decide who's eyes to enchant,
Does a rose ponder its tempt,
Does a man dare his heart relent,
Does a woman wonder whence came her allure and dare,

A heatwave of heartache's swelter swells over your soul
as the outcry of orgulous omens try to defy our survival,
blood drops fall lonesomely from the old body of a lark
a steeple bell broken by the thunder of sorrow in the dark,
gold found burning into rivulets reaching into graveyard rock,
you begin to weep 
because the weight of worry waylays your wishes for our eternity,
I surround you with a love shield that shames the arrows of agony
kissing you softly deep,
then I tell you that fate is not our enemy,
don't you understand my Lady...
Sultans cannot buy or sell the feelings we share,
Emperors unable to enforce the silence of our hearts,
rivals are but ridiculous in attempt to dowse our flame,
Time be trite in march against the magic in our care,
the poetry of our purpose will not be censored by cynical marks,
emotions erratic in wrath will not wrest the roots from which our passion came -


Copyright © Justin Bordner

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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)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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Monsters Fear Me

Monsters Fear Me

The evil hand of Darkland stayed my play
punishing innocence in a most cruel way
Deep were the slashes cut into my back
No charm did I have to stop this attack
when unearthly monster crossed my track

Midnight Sun lit its fierce green eyes
flames belched forth from darkened skies
Roars so deep trees trembled in dismay
This creature came to kill not to play
would I live to see another sunny day

Tall as the mighty oak trees it stood
nothing about it nice, nothing good
Slime laden scales oozing out foul odor
Chills sent up my spine so much colder
would have ran had I been much older

Nothing to do but chant my power song
pray my courage lasted out that long
A bold cry to Skylord to quickly smite
This massive monster on this dark night
then hope for a searing hot beam of light

Seconds ticked on like hours dripping by
where was the Skylord's life saving reply
As my last desperate hope started to fail
Lightning bolt blasted that monster to hell
now live I to rejoice and so happily tell

Thanks given out for my song being heard
faith in goodness, faith in his mighty word
No evil dared again to attack God's child
My heart so strong, my spirit still so wild
Monsters fear me even when I am this mild


Copyright © Robert Lindley

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A Magic Adventure Of Peter The Pan--part II

Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."

Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and Chris-- approaching by twos.
They opened the door--and who do you think--
Standing there wearing her fine Jimmy Choos,
Ms Lost Sonnet!--spoke not a word--but winked.

Wilma Wine-Corkscrew, dressed in purple hues
Gave the 'all clear', and Peter spread the news.

"We're having a party Ms Sonnet, please,
Won't you join us? It's a magic party
For Peter", said Ruben Rotisserie.
Bob Blender poured her a drink--quite hardy.

Connie Candellabra was flaming bright
As Ms Sonnet swept past to the soft couch.
Carolyn Cookie Jar screamed with such fright,
"Quick! She's on fire!" Then Lost cried, "Ouch!"

"I'll save her", said Catie Collander. "Here!"
But the water leaked through her like a sieve.
Susan Spatula yelled, "Have no fear, dear!"
Yet, the fire held on and would not give--

Others tried, but could not stop the fire.
Then Peter said, "I wuw twy! I can do it!
With 'Awwy, I can fwy! Way up highya!
Togethwa, we can save Ms Wost Sonnet!

Awwy is my fwend. He tawks funny, too!
He's aw the way fwom Engwand and he is
My Supwa Cape! So I can fwy! It's twue!
No H's wive theaw--his name is wike this:
'Awwy--not Hawwy." So now, they all knew.

"Did I 'ear some bloke colling my name?"
"Yes! 'Awwy, me! We've Ms Sonnet to save!"
Harry Handtowel--AKA, Super Cape--fame
Was now on the neck of Peter the Brave!

With no hesitation quickly they flew,
Smothered the fire and saved just one shoe.
Brittle and weak, Lost needed more than glue...
"She needs magic! Oh! Paweeze! What can we do?"

"Peter...we only made enough for you".
Said Carol Crock-pot. They all cried, "Boo Hoo..."
"Then give huw my magic! That's what you do!"
So quickly they sprinkled the magic brew.
Ms Sonnet was greatful--then said, "Adieu".

"Peter, you've done well," said Anne Assam Tea,
"Let's all have a cup'a tea and you'll see...
"'Magic's believing in yourself, --frankly,
Do that--and you can do--anything!"

~©deborah burch

*Special appearance by "Lost Sonnet", courtesey of David Williams...with much gratitude, thank you all for appearing ;)...Peter has many adventures to come...big hugs, love you all, cap'n deb

Copyright © Deborah Burch

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August wind, glass moon,serendipity... two chairs gazing at each other in tender flow. Hundred miles away, clouds gather to fondle the opening and closing of after- midnight refrains, both trespassing a continental divide to awaken upon scrolls of ramblings united by the sorcery of mystic spaces between humid lenses. On such lit evenings, I will surrender to the maleness of a trembling heart ; your cheeks swollen like yeast…a shaven head, the blue of your shirt buried in my cellar unbuttoning the heaving pauses between the nearness of our skin… Chairs grind in wanton anticipation of palms touching my hair… you whisper, “ I adore you beyond words.”... and I; I falter while a glint climbs into the almond of my Oreo eyes… The scent of hours lingers as we wrap our fingers into morn, owning a body language in play of charades… Your mouth hushed, searching the curves of my spine glazed by soft bites of an August wind brushing our lips…until the slide screen fades off, and we are dissolved into a paradise inhabiting unborn stars. In raw enchantment, our warmed glances wait for a next time, as if a tarot of angels had known about serendipity.
PD's Best Love Poem # 3

Copyright © nette onclaud

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Elicit Illicit Lucid Dreams -contains nudity-

~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission drains. Lifted poetic wing clipping. This 
party only makes sense to those encrypted with unconsciousness. Scalpel in 
hand, methodical break and entering, break dancing meninges remove 
portions of brain doin' the bitchin'. Ah, this immaculate incision! 

    Lucid dreams vacating turnstile vibrations, deteriorating horrific screams 
douching eardrums. Ultraviolet eyes fortified by THREES---Mind-Body-Soul, 
rolled up into one huge trinity. 
    I'm moving asses fantastic. Call me the "Proctologist of Poetry". 

    Electrify words, regurgitate, choke and vomit the crock of crap-ola. Venture 
down butter slides until the sky goes red. 

    Still too uptight to listen? (don't pretend in comments that you read this 
entire poem if ya' didn't) glisten, be kind, rewind, let liquid swords chop away 
fat weighing upon your forces. Once doors of perception swing eyes wide 
open. Devour the false to magnify hate. I love you the same. I love you, never 
in vain. Hearing your verse lifts a heavy curse carried in shame. 
    As a child, I had no fear of apocalypse, or world hunger. No, phobia meant 
running out of words to give, to receive, from lips. It haunts me to this day. 
Tho' the bliss of poetic language's kiss, soothes the cries. Altruistic sighs! Now 
we dance! Dancing Harmony times three equals harmonize! Tour your Third 
Eye, yir' Karma-eyes!

    To the heads that said, "NO CAN DO!"- We've weaved advice for you. File 
illicit deeds away, for in dreams we are connected, Siamese twins, at the 
wrist, spellbound paradise! Let go of doubt, negativity= below zero. Work it 
out! Crash whiplash angles 'till friggin' rectangles dangle through 
kaleidoscopes of style. Poet trees smear the cosmos. Let go! THREE will never 
be alone. Bestow the glow, thorazine vapors escape secret tombs where 
peroxide cleans wounds. Fusing two Toots in common with Nefertiti. THREES. 
    Elicit illicit lucid dreams gushing ejaculatory melodic screams. Orgasmic 
spasms...vas deferens between actual sacks and Staff of Ra polluted sticky 
streams. Peddle the bicycle high, annihilate attrition, like motivated Mormons, 
door to door men, on a worldwide mission. I love you, I miss you...witness the 
vision...alive in the schism!

*credit A.Horovitz, A.Yauch, M.Diamond, Billy Corgan

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO

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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout

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Loving sprinkles

Tears rolling down the cheeks
mournfully sighs 
falling in a deep lingering thought 
Whispering inside silently 
I lay a sheepskin rug of purest white
upon the ground for you  

love me not ,want me not 
cause your heart I don't deserve 
The dripping honey from your moon 
cannot preserve the smile 
behind my pale pearled tears

If I could reach up 
grabbing the moon smiling
confetti stars sprinkling them 
all over you sweetly
If only by magic

Nor the diamond dust 
from your confetti stars 
can bring a twinkle to these eyes 
These eyes were baptised 
with too many holy lies 
to ever be disguised 

A soulful howl 
yearning salted lips
cherishing you babe 
within every single teardrop
that falls in your honor 
enchanting rising waves kissing 
each curl embracing fragrant beauty

I'd rather let my spirit free 
to roam in fabled wonders 
that always end ' let not love be' 
I'd rather gaze in a nocturnal sky 
with no one holding me 

Cause I have loved with all I am and be 
To be betrayed,to be deceived 
to be the clown of gaia's destiny 
and now not you or any other,no one my dear 
No one will set me free

written by Liam and Charmaine 

Copyright © liam mcdaid

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Wood Fairies There Often Play

Wood Fairies There Often Play

Deep in that far wooded glen
was a place made for men
Was not so easily found
complete with Nature sound

Comfort for man and beast
just a mile northeast
Great to rest my soul there
peacefulness makes me aware

Wood fairies there often play
stacking rocks in my way
A test to see me step aside
watching from where they hide

Daring to find resting sleep
my soul they try to keep
No malice,just a loving desire
to share their eternal fire

Each visit I must bid adieu
with a, "so sad to leave you"
My friends of the wooded glen
thanks for allowing me in

Always this is the sweet reply
see you in the by and by
You are most welcomed any time
our uniting is most sublime

Each Spring my trek begins
to again see my little friends
As I slowly walk my way in
I marvel at this far wooded glen

Robert J. Lindley, 05-23-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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The Moon, The Swan, The Rose

The Moon, The Swan, The Rose

I see an enchanted image that you’ve never dreamed of
With reflections twinkling while dancing on wave drops
Of a dreamy blue lake that is a mirror of one white swan

A dancing beauty with a pureness that blesses this water
She floats like a princess with such an elegance and grace
As splendor ripples through a lens of her divine existence
A canvas painting as one masterpiece beyond compare
As the moonlight manifests a sweet rose in my dreams
Beautiful to desire now that nothing shall be disturbed

Within a frozen memory a brilliant diamond illuminates
As the full moon’s image enters the depths of her soul
And a sad, certain loneliness leaves her spirit exhausted

Arising before my eyes on the wings of angels I see all 
Clearly now with an excited, fluttering magical heartbeat 
Believe me—that this eternal blue sky is incredibly real

With a golden orb of light colors reflecting so exquisitely
Now as majestic images of God’s Heaven appear above
I see His very image of the Moon, the Swan, and the Rose

Anne-Lise Andresen, Gary Bateman, and Liam McDaid
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 2, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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                         I catch my breath as your beauty surrounds me
                         Your breeze gently caresses my weathered skin
                         My eyes will drink of you ...that you to me...offer
                         Tears of such serenity , such a joyous occasion
                         summer's first song, serenades springs departure
                         We live again to breathe the warmth freely offered 
                         Our flowers will pay homage to the month of May

Copyright © Ian Guyler

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Horse From Mars


It came from the sky, a gray silver stallion.
I looked up high, and I have also seen a dragon.

With so many things in this universe.
I'm on stand-by with a camera in my purse. 

Who would have known I'd be the first to spot a PEGASUS.
The town folks wave hi every time I walk my hippopotamus.

I enjoy showing everyone, my pictures of a flying horse.
I don't see why they call a DOCTOR every time I call the TASK FORCE

I think they are jealous over all the things I've seen.
They act all crazy since I sighted a LEPRECHAUN when I was fourteen.

No one ever believed me when I saw an army of dragonflies.
They have a name for me "the boy who See's too much in the skies!"

I don't know why they can't see what I see.
For all I know they are all experiments under Alien Technology.

They don't believe me how I got this magic MEDALLION.
It was a friendly gift from the silver stallion.

I also have many pictures of a  UNICORN.
We became best-friends when he gave me a piece of its magic horn.

We sat together while he drank from the lake.
We enjoyed talking, --talking about how U.F.O.'s are fake.

Why can't they see? The day I fell off a boat, I got rescued by a MERMAID!
Who would have known a mermaid swim around with first-aid.

I also remember the day I followed a LEPRECHAUNS.
We were playing under the rainbow having so much fun.

When I told my doctor about all the things I've seen.
He locked me in a DUNGEON, thinking I was the ALIEN QUEEN.

I begged and I told him I don't believe in any type of alien.
Too bad the master of this dungeon came from another region.

In a way he looks like that one SILVER STALLION from Mars.
The first creature I'd seen the day I fell off the monkey bars.

I have this picture of this horse of course.
JUST help me out of this white-jacket!!! ;-)
If you want to see the coolest picture of a flying horse. 

(A small collaboration with: B-Boy)

re-post for ~FUNNY CONTEST

Copyright © SKAT A

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Christmas Magic

The magic came to Christmas Day when shepherds first were told, When wise men brought their frankincense, their myrrh and gifts of gold, When heaven opened wide its gates and angels came to sing; For in a manger on the hay, lay Christ, the newborn king. I found it first at Grandma's house, so many years ago, When she prepared her Christmas treats and Grandpa seemed to glow. The house was full of warmth and love, so sweet, so pure and real; And what I cherish most of all, that Christmas magic feel. It's in the music, on the air; just turn the dial to find Inspiring songs that sing of peace, goodwill to all mankind. They sing their praises unto God and spread their Christmas cheer, And everywhere the songs are sung, they find an opened ear. Its clamor, sparkle, warmth and hope, of which we try to write In pretty lines of words and rhymes that never sound just right, Can best be seen in children's eyes when they awake to see What Santa Claus has brought and placed beneath the lighted tree. The magic feel returns each year with warmth on coolish nights, With memories steeped in seasons passed, in songs and blinking lights, At Grandma's house, her Christmas treats, aromas rich and spiced; To recognize the best in man, and honor Jesus Christ.

Copyright © Jim Fish

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Mantle of summer, cloaked so bright Where flowers pose lending their grace. Along red vines as sun ignites My carefree limbs to twirl, retrace The gleam of breezes dappling through On painted strokes with finest hue. How then can I resist The gush of wildness’ flow When come nightfall, hands lift To reach flamed moon aglow, Like vignette of night’s show... And tasting summer’s blaze Heated sighs I release, As blossoms now amaze With flavors that tease... One more dance While hips fling Of sweet romance; While bringing A dizzying Trance! Andrea Dietrich's The I Do Not Know Poetry Form 10/20/2014

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Magic Beans

Summer returns, reigning in glory tempting my beanstalk to climb and tiny fairies to faithfully fly, laughing out loud all the while. With lush trees twirling in full skirts, and tulips trumpeting their joyful greetings, sunrays parade in triumphant procession of season’s enchanting magic. I planted seeds of magic beans in the garden and waited, restless through spring’s fateful days of warming soil and nurturing rain, blushing with excitement in thoughts of summer’s storybook adventures vividly coming to life, hoping to wake to the surprise of a beanstalk climbing miles high. Then, May turned to June, June to a steamy July, and I one morning dressed in the smiles of a carefree little girl who could charm the bees and listen closely to the melodies of songbirds, knowing somehow this would be the day to frolic free in the laughter of a forever sky and bathe in my rippling mirage above white, drifting clouds…where heavenly breezes would cool my body and soul. Summer magic created my climbing vine while I slept dreamily through a stormy night, cupping her hands to catch every drop of rain, and she grew with the beanstalk from a lazy day’s warm embrace to a magical kiss amongst the brightest sun and sparkling stars. My fairytale came to life until July turned to a feverish day in August, and I, burning from within, woke to the end of my storybook dream… Then, as quickly as she came, summer’s magic was gone with one strong gust of arctic air. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for PD's Magic Beans Contest, 1/5/15

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders