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Dandelion Dream

-Dandelion Dream-

I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 
They fade with one gush from the wind
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
Holding on tight to jagged leaves 
Sprinkles of sand fall over my needs
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 

~SKAT~



Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013

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Ode to My Husband

Ode to My Husband
What a wonderful, magical surprise! Sometimes love arrives in disguise. I never saw this coming, Never anticipated such an awesome blessing. I was at the right place, When I spied your sweet, handsome face. It was at the right time, When you called me your goddess and I knew you were mine. Until I met you, I was like a sad, little bird with no songs to sing, With only broken wings, l had to work my way through some hurtful things.
But you came along, A real man, unselfishly offering me strong, broad shoulders to lean on. It was a long, slow process getting back on track, But you were patient and willing to take the burden off my back. When I was lost and alone, you showered me with loving attention, Tenderness, kindness, and consideration. You nurtured and cherished me each step of the way, Building my confidence and trust each day. Thank you for helping my fragile heart to mend, Thank you for helping me become whole and to love again!
Entered in contest "Best love poem #3" sponsored by Poet Destroyer A (5-26-2014)


Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

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The Long-Suffering Wife

Believing that marriage was ordained of God; 
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing, 
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope 
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope. 
That hope scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.

Time and time again, her spouse complained or failed to do small things
essential to cementing the marriage bond.
With unusual restraint, she held her tongue, forgave. . . and listened.
If matrimony were the fire in a hearth, she supplied the kindling and the logs;
then lauded him for twigs that on occasion he tossed in. 
Some nights she’d lay a weary head upon the chest 
of the one she called her husband (when he was fast asleep and didn’t know). 
In those moments, she felt the beat of that heart he never showed to her.

With humbleness she supplicated God 
that she might find connection with her mate.
She wondered and she wondered why. . .if thoughts, invisible, 
which were transmitted to the Lord, were able to be recieved by Him,
why could not her words, directly spoken to the one on earth she loved, be heard?

Daily on her knees, she telegraphed celestially with a faith most extraordinary. . . 
and wisdom came. Her love would not be broken, and she grew. 
The seed she’d planted took root too and grew until there came a time. . .
she laid a graying head upon the chest
of one that was her husband (not just in word only); 
a someone who now watched HER as she drifted off to sleep. 
With his heartbeat strong in her ear,
she heard him whisper softly, “I love you” as he kissed her cheek goodnight.


For Audrey Carey's "To Err Is Human to Forgive Divine"


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Hand-picked by God

Marrying you is my biggest dream
When it will happen now I can’t see
In anticipation I wait 
Since our first date
I know with no doubt, that you’re my soul mate

I sit and think, another fantasy
Of different ways you’d ask “will you marry me”
Our own little house, kids running around
Each aspect of our future hand-picked by God

I don’t know when my hand in marriage you’ll ask
I want it to happen with my whole heart
I love you and each little part
Out of all the guys, you were hand-picked by God

I dream about it, sometimes night and day
And I know exactly what I’m gonna say
One thing I know is I can’t wait to see
That moment when you go down on one knee

Our little garden, kitchen and park
Each little part, hand-picked by God
Will it be months, years or days?
Right now I don't know, I really can’t say

Our future and each little part
Will be perfect as it is hand-picked by God
I’ll wait patiently until the moment arrive
When you finally get to call me your wife

I’ll embrace each little part 
Right from the start
Hand-picked by God


Copyright © BE Bailey | Year Posted 2014

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Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2012

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Whispers Of Light

Melodic laughter floats on the breeze
Fire light crackles and your eyes tease
Escaping embers glow, like whispers of light
They dance and hold us, this magical night

Nothing between us, our souls exposed
Twinkling stars - a new song composed
Whispers of light, grow hot and untamed
Tonight's promise, as of yet, un-named

For years now, it's been this way
Whispers of light, between us stay

Love.......

2-9-2014
©Donna Jones


Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2014

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Winter Proposal

With my soul at peace and my thoughts at rest,
standing in this winter wilderness,
I whisper words of heartfelt bliss.

Come with me and walk this path.
Together we tread against the freeze,
and find the warmth of tender grasp.

My devoted being shall forever be,
a place of strength against chilled winds,
a brilliant light only you have seen.

Our lives have met in this quiet space.
Let sky meet land and rivers merge.
Forever, harmony I long to taste.

We have summoned light from darkest days.
Heat returns to melt still ice.
Each day length now brings stronger rays.

The deepest snows cannot hide the facts.
Beneath these layers life holds fast.
Newfound joys spring from bleakest past.

Let's rebuild life from broken dreams,
Where life restarts with each new spring,
the snows will melt to feed fresh streams.

Like this land, my passion runs free.
Walls have come down with earnest words.
My unblinded eyes now see.

I ask for your hand without ounce of gold,
or shiny stones dug from filthy earth.
My eternal love cannot be bought or sold.

Under peaks reborn of volcanic scars,
In night's serene and  starkest silence,
I pledge love to outlast the multitude of stars.

Solitude I turn from on this ride.
Today and tomorrow let's walk in stride.
Promise to be my utopian bride.



Copyright © Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013

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Love Orchestrated by God

Abed this angelic night bound by quiescent beauty,
yearned thoughts of whence the birth
of our yester-years proclaiming
loves first scene waltzes
through thy interior
monologue. In great
measure is our
immediate
kiss miles away
on the outskirts of
different land. Persuading
life on end to amble
midst ninth cloud holding
hands. Oh how this 
instant she
remained
taking form
as treasures in
favor of thy last name.
Enraptured at moment is
her warmth skin embraced
with mine...(SIGH) Fingers extend,
tracing single by single the tears about thy face...knowing that love at last
came upon its indissoluble place. Thank you God for orchestrating our lives this way.


Pace, INK-U-SCRIPT
11-04-2014

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Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2014

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Timeless Love

They met at first around sixteen,while they were in their teens.
A young man tall and handsome, a girl with many dreams.
Years later they did meet again this time he was smitten.
It took some time to hook this girl, eventually their history written.

He had a plan to marry her and move her from her home.
She'd have to leave her roots, the only thing she'd known.
Leave her home and family was what she had to do,
The love they shared was eternal even though it 'twas brand new.

This love they shared was a gift,their faith was also strong
They both loved many similar things like fishing, books and song.
Seven children blessed their lives, they started their own tree
So strong this love they shared, became one large family. 

Both worked hard to raise them, devoted to each one,
They shared their love equally to each daughter and each son.
Education and faith were important, practiced with daily prayer
They fed and clothed this family with love and tremendous care

Each child was very different and different paths they took.
Educators, artists, builders, Lawyers and even cooks.
Each child found their partners, some added children to each branch.
All love music, all loved to read, a few even like to dance.

Their children had more children and the two were greatly blessed,
With lovely grandchildren with many traits that both these two possessed
What remained from the love they shared twas passed down through the line
A love this strong must be shared and it surpassed all time

Four generations have now developed from these two whose love began
So many years before when both had shared a plan.
Each twig shares a piece and resembles one or the other
For this love story that's been described was about a Father and Mother

I'd love to say they share a life together here today
But God had different plans in mind, for one he took away
The void he left was devastating to everyone you see
Hardest on the one for which he shared atop the tree

The plan these two created at the time they were entwined
Continues on by one so strong , who giveth all of her time
To the tree these two created which grows branches to this day
The love created by these two shall never go


Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013

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The Prostitution of Her Love

“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily 
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
Tantalizing him
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
His treat
And leans back and sighs 
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy

Later, he wonders
About his insatiable wife
Wondering if he can keep up
With her little bedroom games
And trips into fantasy

Another day
He lies back in the
Exhaustion of fulfillment
About to close his eyes
When he hears her weeping
Trying to stifle her sobs

Should he pretend he doesn’t hear?
He is so tired
She quiets down
And before sleep claims him
He hears her whisper
“When you make love to me
That’s the only time
The only time….
You really SEE me
For those few moments
I feel that your world revolves around me
That you NEED me
To be fulfilled
The only time
You're the man you used to be
The one dying to possess me
And so I prostitute my love for you…
Hoping in these moments
To feel…..alive”

Before he can respond
She's gone
And he looks up at the ceiling and wonders
How life has changed him
His other friends complain
About their frigid wives and dull lives
So unlike his
He is fortunate
And yet…
He remains in bed
Staring at the ceiling

She cries softly on the couch
Feeling broken, used
Just a receptacle for his need
While she remains empty
She fingers her phone
Thinking of the invitation there
Very casual
A shared cup of coffee
Nothing more, and yet
She reads the real invitation
In the depth of his eyes
When he looks at her
She wipes her tears as she thinks of fidelity and promises…

He walks into the living room
Suddenly shy
She tries to cover her body
With her red see through lingerie
Her black hair covering her mascara streaked eyes

He kneels down in front of her
Pushing away her hair
His eyes searching hers
And holding them for a moment
Tilting her chin up, his lips cover hers
With a gentle longing
She gasps for breath
Shocked at the tears gathering in his eyes
His voice barely reaches her ears…
“Will you be my wife?”
She tries to draw him to her
But he takes a hold of her outstretched hand
And helps her to her feet
Gently leading her to the bedroom

And night turns to day
As he makes love to his wife
Satiating her soul
Realizing her every fantasy
He says all the things he’s felt, but never said
As he ravishes her…
His woman, his bride, his wife

The mid-morning sun
Caresses her face
And she awakens
To find herself
Where she’s always longed to be…
Nestled safely
In her husband's arms

E Ghali
05/20/03


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Afloat On a Lavender Sea

Decades stretched a cord, across years, up the stairs, and around chairs coiling beyond the door of one small room, groomed by the sun, of a Saturday afternoon... I am floating on a sea of a hardwood floor Prone, on my back, upon a lavender rug Examining the nail of my left hand thumb with a phone at my ear, a smile on my face while you've glady expressed, how you've aced an exam I confess how I've missed holding your hand only linked to your kiss, by a small ivory phone With a ring on my finger, to bind young love Blinded in the eyes, from an innocent throne Invitations in the mail, and a church on hold There was a cake on order, and a brand new world You were glued to my ear, I was wrapped by a cord that tugged on the wall, with long-distance words Light from the yard is scored by the blinds but, there on the floor, prone on my back, I'm bound by the cord that tethered our lives Linked to your voice, where a future was wound Hovering over the sea of cold hardwood, I had a pillow of shag, of that lavender rug The days would stretch shorter and our vows, on hold till the cord became stronger, watching years unfold
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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ABORTED VOW



Today’s wind shifts too fast like a tangle of invisible lint…perhaps dust, quivering unto fissure of grass where my heart scrapes, as if the air denies unanswered questions so blatantly howling about a litany's crushed promise. Wired thoughts rip my tulip bouquet now strewn on the wayside of angst: how mute hymns from an aborted vow silences a decorated aisle on this day, this fateful day. I turn celibate much like a virgin nun, in front of an altar… half-empty now, that my pain grates the most benevolent of flowers, chafed by a drooping night that has no syllable for me…for on this day, a deserted betrothal leaves me hanging , hanging on a church loft. i’ll never know the why of an insidious choice; except in his runaway scheme,my eyes grow blank…tweezed iodized entombed. Somehow, it is freezing now; a candle in prayer burns an espousal gown; i have never heard a more immense cold than this. ---------------- 4/27/2016 Free Verse Contest for Charlotte Puddifoot


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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Jesse's Girl

Rick Springfield's Jesse's Girl was playing on the radio, we were all partying guys and girls out on my patio. I prayed no one or you would catch me looking your way, noticing what I was doing for the better part of the day. The music?, just irony, go ahead give it a whirl, here I am awestruck by you my best friends girl I just know this is so wrong all the thoughts I have about you. You always look like you smell like soap taste like morning dew. You always look like you just came out of the dryer. I really have to ignore this urge or end up in the fryer. There's a girl just to my left I know it's me she's talking to. She might as well be talking to the wall all I can see is you. It's my party, my house but I grab my jacket and leave. Suddenly I hear someone running behind me, it's Steve " You ok guy, you're white as a sheet, are you ill?" he says, worry on his face. I reply "I'm fine, chill." "Good. Mind if I join you?" he counters and he's all in. Guilty is my middle name but I don't tell him of my sin. "I've been staring at your girlfriend all night" I think! "Is that what I should tell him?" I am on the brink. I change my mind and I decide not to tell him anything. We walk for a while before he shows me a wedding ring. He explains he is ready to take the leap. I listen quietly I don't make a peep. What is wrong with me? This is my childhood friend, I might as well be Judas look at me...as if I wish his end. He is Caesar and I am Brutus with a knife in my hand. How did I get here what am I thinking this was unplanned. I congratulate him, his hug says it all. He suspects nothing, nothing at all. I know I will be selling my eternal soul when we finish, at the end of this stroll. I haven't told you the other side until now, she looks at me too. She can't take this vow. I know I will lose a lifelong relationship. I don't care. I'm going for it. Let it rip I 'm going to move in on her this very night or in the morning in the bright of the light, share my feelings. I am sure she feels the same way too I am sure she will, if she didn't I wouldn't know what to do. Steve must of left, but when? He was just with me. Two men lead me to a room. Lock the door for me. Everyone must of left. I hear screams in the hall. I think they injected something in me, the gall. The dream the dream I am having...again. Rape...murder...bodies, Steve, her, me, insane. What did I do?...what did I do?...wet I'm wet. Sleep. I have to sleep. That's it you bet. I bolt up. She's in bed with me. She's with me. A nightmare. I was having...it was all make believe. These nightmares have to stop...these bad dreams. Go back to sleep. Yes. In the hall, what are those screams? 03/10/2014


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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THREE SONNETS OF LOVE

THREE SONNETS OF LOVE

I
CHILDHOOD

Innocent sweet child, so blessed with love.
Smile of a little girl, behold and seek
the joy of life’s pearl, to feel her mother‘s love.
Stroke of her hair, a soft kiss on her cheek.
So lively is she, playful, cheerful, appease,
dancing through a field of meadow flowers,
Like a butterfly fluttering in the light breeze
Laughter, joy of happiness, love of ours.
Teardrop of a child, care of her mother,
her tenderness brushing the sadness away.
The soothing voice, comfort, love from none other,
so true to feel it through her life, day to day.
For it is the tender magical feeling,
to fathom the depth of love’s endless blessing.

II
YEARNING

A single teardrop, shed for the dream of you,
followed by another, a cheek so pure.
A lonely soul searching to find love that‘s true,
the pain of yearning love so hard to endure.
A dream that every lonely heart will find,
love as soft as velvet, deep as oceans,
for the aching wounded heart to find its kind,
hearts sole desire to fill her emotions.
Lonely passion, distant stars, deep feeling,
for the lonely heart to reach it’s ripeness.
Dream of loving, empty hearts pain of yearning,
to give love more depth to reach its wholeness.
A dream to hold onto for the coming years
and fill an empty heart with love that endears.

III
ETERNITY

Two lonely hearts ached, two hearts yearned,
heal‘d together to fulfill their passion,
of love come true, to see it being returned,
heartbeat as one to feel love’s devotion
Holding each other in a soft caress
forever, through the times of eternity,
joined together, with a dream they possess,
all so true, feeling their love’s intensity
The love so deep, for them to know, to feel,
the solemn promise to live in wedded bliss.
Loving look, eyes that glow, to reveal
the feelings of  joy; now it has come to this.
To wed on this fine day in September,
for two dear hearts forever to remember.


T.J Grén
September, 2012



Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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My Only Flame

My Only Flame

Love, like fire, is all-consuming,
And forever should be blooming.
Endless courtship is not a game.
As we watch each year’s seasons turn,
My torch for you will ever burn.
No regrets giving you my name.
You always will my soul inspire,
Forever be my one desire--
My first and last and only flame.

Originally posted in June 2014


Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Reach For The Stars

Rising before me, are your eyes,.. like the stars
Embracing the light, while reflecting the moon
A room filled with people, ...yet it seems we're alone
Closer you've pulled me, as we dance to one song
Hearing old music, that we knew long ago

For, you and the night, have been here all along
Over the moon, where we wanted to be
Reaching for stars, in our own magic way

The questions I’ve asked, I know you have heard
Here and hereafter are just steps apart
Each step brings me nearer....be still, gentle heart!

Some things are intended, that we never part
The place I belong, is always with you
All things I have longed for, I've had from the start
Reaching for stars,  .... I climbed over the moon
Stars shine in your eyes, as we dance to old tunes

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10/7/14
For the Romantic Contest
Sponsored By Regina Riddle


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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Her Sense of Humor

A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She laughed, but I kinda felt like a bum.

Hell.  It was just a joke.

One evening, she asked, “Will you love me if I get chubby?”
I responded, “Of course I still love you.
It would take much more than pounds and cellulite
To make me fall out of love…it’s true.”

Hell.  It was just a joke.

“Would you remarry if I die before you?” she asked.
I said, “No…probably not…I’ve been spoiled by you.”
“But you’ve been a great husband. I think you should.”
“Whatever happens, happens is the best I can do.”

“If you remarried, would you play golf with your new wife?
And would you let her use my clubs?” she demanded.  
I calmly smiled and said, “Your clubs are safe.
You see, my Dear…she’s left handed.”

Hell.  It was just a joke.

Then, she whined and whined about her butt.
I responded, “Want to knock some inches off that ass?
It may sound strange, but I heard it works….
Rinse all your panties in Slim Fast.”

Hell. It was just a joke.


The next day, I readied for work, took ‘undies’ from my drawer.
They were engulfed in a fog of white, why I didn’t know.
So, I asked, “Honey! Why did you put talcum powder on my shorts?”
She slyly smiled, “That’s not talcum powder.  That’s Miracle Gro.”

Hell.  It was just a joke....I guess.

So, what is my wife’s most endearing feature?
Her sense of humor.... there’s no doubt.
Always a smile where angst or anger might have been,
A smile I never want to be without.




Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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Love Will Triumph


**V** \ / \ / v He is her knight in shining armor in all angles and sight… He has all the courage to go and ask her hand, From the woman’s father who’s well-known as a noble man; Words of humiliations, he swallows them all, He is a commoner but his love for her is so true and pure. Despite their opprobrium, he keeps fighting for his great love, In a humble way, he begs for her parents’ blessings knocking their wooden heart; Bowing before her father… he implores… Making faithful promises to keep forevermore. His heart of gold and few hectares of land enough dowries he can give, all for his dearest one. For she’s their only daughter, their lovely princess very precious, and so pretty-she really is. The suitor’s words are passionate, fervent and firm, The man is so adamant, he still refuses him, His words continue…spewing cogent powers… Finally melts her mother’s heart--- His struggles to win her and be both blessed will soon be over, He’ll surely conquer for his love is so great proven to last forever.
Sept. 17, 2013 9.25 pm ©2013by Leonora Galinta First Place Contest: Epic Only Judged: 9/24/2013 Sponsor: Greatest Poet PD Ninth Place Contest: In Honor of Painter Charles Haigh Wood & His Painting Judged: 10/1/2013 Sponsor: Poet Isaiah Zerbst


Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013

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Tomorrow's Signature

Yesterday sent its regards in a farewell
letter, 
A gesture of fate intact, sealed for the 
departed,
Or better yet, the progressive harmonies
of God, such as we are. 

It was perhaps the plot of the universe, 
When we slept in yesterday’s hands, 
And I asked you the question of 
continuation, 
In hopes of fading away mutually, after one
last bloom. 

Heaven must have spied on my everlasting 
request, 
Because with your pearl vision directed 
towards me, 
And your soft veil of ebony near me, 
You agreed, with no hold of hesitation. 

So under the chapel’s protection is where 
we coast now, 
And a road less traveled is scattered with 
our footprints;
While I did lead with company, along this aisle 
of anticipation, 
The stares of 1000 miles did not present themselves, 
Until your walk was introduced, thereby polishing 
this floor into glory. 

As I stood in the patience of joy, a distance was 
illustrated between us, 
You pressed forward and this negative space lost
its existence; 
As you approached with the tranquil touch of 
summer, 
My nerves fell sober, and I knew that which was 
parallel before me was art, 
The speechless beauty, I favored in sight. 

The preacher spoke a traditional verse, as our 
eyes locked in perfect reflection; 
Declared through spoken word, was the 
confirmation of our ribbon in the sky, 
Crowned upon your precious finger was the 
weight of symbolism, 
Silently glowing through the everglades; 
With no restriction, we explored the middle 
ground in unison.

We exited through the heart of the sun, cherishing
the unfamiliar heat; 
It appears that life’s divine notary has signed off 
on the greatest equation ever solved, 
May our souls forever write in this blessed ink.  


Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2013

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The Woman and the Fisherman

There was a young woman living by the sea.
Her house was on the shore owned by her family.
The house of a fisherman that was tall and slender,
Was built on an island opposite to hers.

It was a starry night when they met.
Fisherman was on water preying fishes with net.
He saw a woman drowning in the sea,
She was caught by his baits accidentally.

The fisherman came to save her;
Brought her home and offered food and water.
Under the moon,they laughed and talked,
Footprints marked the sand as they walked.

The moonlight flashed in both eyes,
Hidden feelings suddenly arise.
Hearts were pierced by Cupid's dart
Filled the place with love and art.

Came the sun rise and ended their night,
Woman needs to go home and leave his sight.
Poor young fisherman can’t defy;
Hugged her and kissed goodbye.

Days have passed but memories still in mind.
On the balcony she sits, staring on the opposite side.
So she went to the opposite island to see him,
But found fisherman and his wife and child with him.

The woman stepped back and went to the shore;
She drowned herself for life’s not good anymore,
But someone stopped her and grabbed her.
It was fisherman who gladly said “You came back” and pulled her out of the water.

Out spoke the woman, --”You’re now married, so let me die!”
“What? I’m not married, you’re telling a lie!”
“I went to your house and saw you with your wife and child!”
“That’s my twin brother”, the fisherman smiled.

Now, it’s the fisherman and the woman living by the sea,
In an island where they both dwell happily.
With the moon above, they exchanged their vows so quiet,
On a lovely night where the stars are bright.


Copyright © Flora Mae Gudez | Year Posted 2014

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Come Sit by My Side

[Hymnal Measure Structure, a4,b3,c4,d3 with internal rhyme]

Come sit by my side, my sweet August bride,
	We’ll speak of the things we hold dear.
Of wind in the trees and fire in their leaves
	At our favorite time of the year.

Don’t you remember how deep in December
	We’d listen to snow softly falling?
Though faint in the ear its message was clear,
	A breeze from up north had come calling.

I wish there were more than just these twenty-four
	Hours to spend in a day.
Then we’d go far, our guide the North Star,
	And surely—at length—find our way.

But what to do until then, my dear, treasured friend,
        As hope’s often met with dismay.
Hearing all the day’s news and questionable truths,
        The will to do good goes astray.

So let’s run and hide, my wise August bride
	To a place that no one can find.
On a mist-covered shore we’ll be happy once more,
	As we leave the real world far behind.	

5th Place, Any Poem Goes, Poet Destroyer A


Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013

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Faith In God Makes A Difference


                                            Commitments are hard
                                        Time is swift and life is short
                                              Misfortunes happen
                                      Faith in God makes a difference
                                         Times will pass much easier

                                           By Eve Roper 11/14/2014


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014

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Kiss of Forgiveness

I have been bruised, a wounded love,
trampled by uncaring wrong;
a joke, he laughs and turns away; his disgust
blatantly displayed. I offer God's shalom.
Neglected, a young wife disowned;
he the undisputed ruler of his realm.
His harsh commands hurled from his throne,
cutting and cruel. God grant him calm.
I dare not hate the bitter rod
he wields upon my shattered soul, nor react,
for it has hastened me toward God,
a mystery only experience can dissect.
I yield to providence, a jeweled grace,
that bids me kiss my persecutor's face.


Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015

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Walking Alone

I used to wish I made a difference in his ife, 
I thought it possible, since I was labeled his wife. 

But it is sad to admit that I'm just being used, 
I'm constantly treated poorly and verbally abused. 

I have lost the joy of waking everyday, 
Now in my spare time I quietly pray. 

I ask for strength to be strong and make it stop,
But when comes home from work, my heart will drop.

Nervousness and feeling constant fear is all I know, 
He always hurts me emotionally,  it feels like a hard blow. 

At his feet I beg to have that life I deserve and need, 
But he tells me I'm selfish and full of greed. 

Why does he see me in such a bad light, 
I began to pray that my soul is taken during the night. 

But the morning comes and I deal with another day, 
Of sadness and listening to the harsh words that he'll say. 

I walk alone in this world of sadness and misery,
No one knows what I deal with because I'll never let them see.


Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2015

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Wednesday August 25th, 1971

I awoke early that morning as Venus is fading from dawn's sky.
Watching sun rays skate upon the mirror of ripples,gently flowing by.
On the deck of a Princess ship, suspended between the Heaven and the sea.
The mirage of a double Sunrise,as the sun shone upon itself and me.
Today is the day I say "I DO", take thee as my Wife: for the Eons of Eternity.
Bible in hand, the captain stands in Dress Whites, as does his loyal crew.
Arm and arm with daddy,as he gives her unto me; to start a life of Love anew.
Her emerald eyes try hiding behind a transparent Pure White vail; only to fail
Her auburn hair is dancing below her shapely hips: I long to kiss her Rosa lips
Do YOU take this woman"Lenore Ellen Adams" as Your Always and Forever Wife.
I Do echos across the Caribbean Sea. I Do reverberates in the bright Blue sky. "I DO"

Inspired by Dan Kearley's Contest :"One Of Your Greatest Days

Dedicated in Loving Memory of "My LIFE, My LOVE, My FOREVER, MY WIFE
"Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson - Nov. 4, 1951 - August 25, 1971


Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2013