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Soul Mates....

A familiar ambiance…she had known this air….
This sand she had felt on her feet before
Ripe red strawberries grew wild somewhere
For, they’d shared them on a quiet shore
Her soul felt stripped…..naked…left bare
A man once whispered love ever more

    These eyes of hers had never seen this place
         Yet her soul sang of his hands on her face

His fingers once kissed a gentle caress
On her starving mouth that craved his touch
His lips made her an angelic mess
Wild eyed passion…a brush fire crutch
His hands reminisced her summer dress
Love and fear that she could feel so much

      Yes, in a sometime, somehow she’d been here
            How she missed those distant eyes....so near....

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Morning's Veil

September morning hung her misty veil,
a shroud upon the coming of the dawn,
to hide the bold bright sun and its details
and silhouette a slowly swimming swan
that seemed to almost vanish in the pale.
Then like a drifting skirt of silk chiffon
it lifted on the breeze and blew away
and birthed the sun to light the rest of day.


Craig Cornish, Written August 21, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's Mist Contest

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TURNER TIDES

Rampage rumbling water roars dig the shores
Heavy hard they grapple trees and humans
Tumbling turner tides glide no one adore
Frightened humans, they run! Run and run fast!
As they desire to survive ever more
From angry nimbus clouds darkening span
To merry-go-round waves muddy wet skirt
Gnawing so hungry to launch damage pert

Beeping screams a reigning train of terror
Rattling man's safety in viral bellow
The ground shut bullet rush without error
All will see an avalanche fresh fresco
the scathe and cries a full furor mirror
Waiting for hope - the sun's chrome of yellow
Abrupt sea assault bridge to sudden death
Taking all weak and anyone with breath

© O. E. Guillermo
9:48pm
September 28, 2009

*** FROM A DOCUMENTARY I watch about killer tsunami
Sponsor	Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name	Top Gun Poetry - Structured forms - Iambic verse II 
placed 2nd

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The Morning Mist

The morning's mists
mix with the
woodland's scent
To fill me with such
wondrous happiness;
I see her wet but
gentle hands are
bent
And reaching out to
touch with
loveliness
The trees, and fills
my heart with
wonderment
At how her fingers
curl with
curiousness
To stroke the ragged
faces of the rocks,
Or run her dewy
fingers through the
phlox. 



{Written by Isaiah
Zerbst for the
poetry contest
"Through the Mist"
on the 20th of
August, 2014.}

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Through the Mist

I grope through forest misted by my pain
Unearthly feel of gloom enshrouding me
Like wispy ghosts the memories a bane
Their hazy fingers keep from breaking free
Beclouded are my thoughts with foggy stain
Obscured is reason; gone is sanity
Unclear my way, for mist is laden thick
Your insubstantial love has left me sick

Eileen Manassian
For Nette’s Through the Mist Contest
August 24, 2014

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Mist Rise

Ah, disperse, dissolve, deploy, aqua vitae, 
all through the depth of primal forest rise,
turn the shades of green toward blue-gray.
Soften shades of purple shadows, disguise,
and bath the chill of night with damp display. 
Ah yes, rise to treetops and tors, comply, 
and hide the prey from predators this night,
blanket the woods in opalescent white.





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Blue Rose

BLUE ROSE

Each day your vision tantalizes me
Yet all the efforts cannot pin you down
To unravel your fabric would be glee
To fathom your mystery makes me frown
An adored royal to a high degree
Seen in every colour but a blue gown
Revered as an unrealizable dream
A gene break through will make botanists beam

Written by: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 16.12.2014
Contest: Roses, Roses, Roses
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Ranked: 1st

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Brume

BRUME

Your blue cloak sprawled across the village greens	
As you seduce my cheeks with your wet kiss			
Soon your cold damp limbs reach inside my jeans		
Alluring me beyond your veiled abyss				
I thrust ahead to peer behind your screens			
Revealing secrets brim with joyous bliss			
As pale yellow light turns on its brightness			
Your skirt lifts baring earth’s tender lightness		

Penned by: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 19.09.14
Ranked First
Best of 2014
Carol Eastman

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My Thirteen-Toed Lover

When you stuck your paw out from that shelter cage,
Did you have any idea whose sleeve you clawed?
Did you see a heart you needed to engage?
Was there a sense that I’d see you and applaud?
Was it your intent other pets to upstage?
How could you know I’d love a critter so flawed?
Six toes on one paw, seven on another
For some reason you knew I’d be your mother

I was not searching for a small, gray tabby
But love springs forth when we least expect it to
Born in a barn, scruffy looking, so shabby
My ferile heart you were able to subdue
It mattered not that I was tired and crabby
My feigned, rough exterior you could see through
I wanted a guard dog, surely you knew that
But I ended up with a thirteen-toed cat

One who came to know my lap as her pillow
And oddly had discriminatory taste
I’d have had more use for an armadillo
Possums on a half shell of earthworms make waste
But Katy won my heart with a tail that billowed
While eying tuna with a smirk of distaste
A fur ball she was, but I’ll not forget her
I’ve never known a more devoted lover


*Ottava Rima for Jared's contest on "New Love"

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Changing Sky

My weeping eyes behold the changing sky
O'erspread with clouds of grey where once was blue
With gaze upturned, I heave a burdened sigh
At all the world now changed to leaden hue
Yet still they onward, ever onward fly
And more appear to change the sky anew
And now, as troubled hearts their sorrows spill
These maudlin clouds the heavy rain distill

The sun obscured in shame, he hides his face
And lightning lights instead the cheerless gloom
While thunder follows swift in furious chase
As if to herald thoughts of coming doom
And still, the rain descends at hurried pace
As if the earth in water to entomb
It seems belike this storm would rage for aye
And all the earth would never chance to dry

But lo! The setting sun that once was veiled!
Draws nigh to show his grandeur forth below
He shines his beams abroad the clouds to gild
And sparks the drops as diamonds all aglow
Mid pools of sapphire blue the sky is filled
With vibrant coloured shades of heaven's bow
What eye could see and not revive its fire?
Nor mind behold and not its thoughts inspire?

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PICTURE PERFECT



FATE DOES NOT FORGET She cherished him long after nights had crept Tracing his shape on byways, on footfalls Like dangle of lint she could not forget; Breezes waved a quick adieu, winter drawled Amidst the rancid trees bared, and yet Her faraway lover tracked her stroll. Entranced, they climbed into each other’s eyes Prompting the moon to act as fate’s ally. Contest: Picture Perfect, Andrea Dietrich

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Road to Redemption

What I would give to have lived during Your time,
it makes me wonder...would I have believed?
Water into wine, what a moment sublime,
touching your garments, would healing I receive?

Up that sycamore fig, I would also climb
heed Your parables; be at Mt. Olives.
Would I be like Peter, and falter at sea?
Would I fall asleep at Gethsemane?

With each step You took towards Calvary,
after the mocks, scourges and crown of thorns,
under the heat of that sun, where would I be?
I wonder, would I have walked with You, or scorn?

My soul aches, as my heart answers honestly...
I fall on my knees, and ask to be reborn.
Keeping vigil by the Cross, with candles lit,
thankful for Easter—redemption for spirit.








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--nikko palmario

** trying to hit two birds with one (poetic?) stone here, I hope it’s ok :)

** for  Linda’s Easter Inspirations contest  :) and 
          nette’s Moment in Another time contest :)

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Kanhapatra - WIN

Once upon a time there lived a dancer 
Shyama, a concubine of a feudal baron
Had a pretty girl Kanha, also a dancer
Quite excelled in playing of the Veena”s tune
Was mortified being Courtesan’s daughter
Sobbing, came to her mother with a question
Calming her down she pointed to God’s statue
HE is your soul-mate will take you away astute

She took to Lord Pandurangam thus advised
As her lover, owner of body, mind and soul
As the classical musician her she was praised
People came with offers, mother turned down all.
Sultan of Vidarbh by her beauty was charmed
Sent order to send Kanha to his serial
She left town at dawn as she had intimation
Went to Pandharpur temple for inspiration.


She wrote, composed and sang as blessed poet
Data was leaked when a man saw her singing
The Sultan besieged the town and held the priest
Quite engrossed she kept on Veena –playing
Chord broke, song disrupted, the statue split
God came out, carried her, the statue joining
Merged with God, piece of scarf stuck in a gap
Kanha got herself in her eternal lover wrap.

                        **********
Once upon a time in the fourteen century, at Mangalwedhe ,Maharashtra State, 
India, the story has taken place. A temple was built later, in Kanhapatra’s name. 
The lucky visitors, who strongly believe in Lord Vithal and his miracles, can see or 
assume the tiny piece of cloth, stuck (at the place near the heart) on the Lord’s statue.
                                                
Contest: Any poem # 3              6th place win
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*Name of a woman
** Kanha means a belle
*** Veena, an Indian musical instrument
****Pandurangam, a name of the Indian God
*****A feudal Lord of Ancient state Vidarbh of India
******Pandharpur name of the town where there is famous temple of the Lord 
Pandurangam
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Honorable mention
Contest: The ottowa Rima by Jared Pickett

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WHISPERS OF LIGHT





I count my trails along a field of woe herein, a night rambles on tiers of doom. Boughs curling their arms; my eyes cast below upon dull marble stones where sighs are entombed. I clutch for the moon that guides a wind’s flow; My dwindling hands brushing leaves uncombed. Yet prayers for life unmoved from above As shoulders freeze to find one precious dove. I enter an arch of disarranged hill Blinded by darkness; thick the skin of air. My lips quiver into whispers, until Feathers so lucent appear from nowhere. Sweet voice of cherub awakens a thrill Listening to her psalm of light, sincere. While fragrance of comfort wafts on flowered breast Angel of dove wheels far, granting me rest. Gail Doyle's Whispers Of Light nette onclaud---2/14/2014

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Fall brings New Love

Welcome in the Fall of life Spring enters

Loves emptied heart replenished with his touch

I become his Muse and he is my center

Lips burning passion captured in his clutch

Shared breath nothing compares to this splendor

Two bodies align in time they are flush

Worn hearts beating young with exhilaration

Once again falling into loves temptation









Contest: New Love
Sponsored by, Jarred Pickett 
Ottava rima

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A Highland Stream

A Highland Stream

She rises high above the glen, and flows
beneath a rustic bridge that man has made.
She passes stately pines in serried rows
all standing straight, like soldiers on parade
Then winding on through banks where heather grows
and purple mountain thyme abounds in shade
She meets her fate, a river running free
And joins its tumbling rush to greet the sea.

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Twilight Song

Long shaded walks neath gilded canopies,
as Autumn’s twilight song proclaimed the cold
with words from lips of russet, aired with ease,
entwined with brittle leaves of bronze and gold
in muted tones; a whisper on a breeze,
that breathed of sun-kissed hands she used to hold;
of how an arctic moon upon her crept,
dissolving thoughts of Summer as she slept.

The wind did paint in pearl encrusted hue,
o’er fading hint of fragrant amber glow
with jewelled tears of frosty morning dew; 
the pale sun all but chilled the earth below.
Of ashen light, a season born anew
brought wilderness and unrelenting snow
to smother hibernating Autumn spice;
entombed, with just her dreams, in lands of ice.

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Alleviated

Broken, shattered, you splatter it all
Sky blue crystals of a bled dry heart
Beating fiercely from a precipice fall
Of love (false) whispers find a start
Festering with a tattered shawl
Ballooning out to shred apart
            
             A blushing dream of sweetest hue
             Unrequited..... (be it) the clue

Multi colors bleed from hands
You splash the canvas painting pain
A bleeding story unfolds and lands
with swirls of red, an angry rain
Blue and black intermingle and brand
Arrayed in light, this brilliant stain
      
        Heart breaks tempest found its cease
        Formed in its wake, a masterpiece.....

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Born

All wrapped up like a newborn perfect and new
I look at you with a blank slate, I'm in love
Is there anything that I can give you
Please handle me with the softest kid gloves.
When I start to unwrap and you can see
My imperfections like the moon lit with love
Do not run, do not hide, just sing  out loud
Then reach out to consume me and hold proud

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The Covering Mist

The moon gave silent shadows to our form
As we lay beneath its splayed softer light
The time spent is instinctual and warm
As mist from the lake engulfs us from sight
The depth of suspended droplets transform
And roll across us in sheltered delight
To be covered by moisture's misty air
Leaves a mystery,no trace of us there


Contest Through The Mist
Frederic Parker
8/19/14

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Alaska

What icy wind has brought this darkened day
it hearkens to the depth of it's bowel
from this day hence,until the month of May
like the lonely wolf mates, deep throaty howl
to breathe is almost like a winter fray
as so dost the Arctic Polar Bear scowl
My heart yearns for the budding in April
Thus will quell this winters foreboding shrill



Tough style!

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Song For My Love, My Sweet

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

At last you’ve come for me, my love, my sweet! You’ve come through tranquil woodland, with the breeze, along that path where once we used to meet and with the sunlight streaming through the trees! With passion in your eyes and wings for feet, you’ve come for me, and all my anguish flees. You are so near, I hear your wild heart beat. You’ve come for me, my own wild heart to seize. Alas! The woods have vanished with the gleam of my waking dawn. It was but a dream.
Written June 9, 2011 by Andrea Dietrich Inspired by the Contest "A Woodland Path" sponsored by Constance la France ~ A Rambling Poet ~

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The Endless War

(not to take too seriously; I think I am immune 
to my "enemies" by now!)

How near to us are foes we can’t resist
when cells, like terrorists that we can’t see
accumulate!  What parasites exist
within our very homes!  We can’t be free
of them, and even the perfectionist
can’t rid his castle of the enemy.
They have no need of camouflage.  They breed, 
for on those cells sloughed off our skin they feed!

Though microscopic, they are numberless.
For those with allergies, the “mighty” mite
can wreak some damage. Nasty, they possess
the air we breathe, the beds we use at night!
And they will never simply evanesce. . . 
To kill them off requires a constant fight,
but no one, sadly, perfectly defeats
them, even vacuuming and changing sheets!

Inside the fridge, on counters, in the sink
lurk others. Do not be too much at ease.
The very sponge you’re using, which you think
is helping, could be spreading a disease!
Who knows what swarms in water that we drink,
on spinach leaves or just a piece of cheese?
How fleet is time; how bleak to have to spend
it on a war  we know will never end!

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Ottava Rima
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lines of 10 or 11 syllables


For the longest time you were just a dream,
A fantasy cast while deep in REM sleep.
I watch as you rest, my new found beauty.
The perfect match, so much more than a creep.
Lone wolf on the prowl till you stepped on the scene,
it's been so long since being swept off my feet.
I cannot tell you that I've fallen in love,
But girl we fit like an Isotoner glove.

So incomplete before you stepped in my life,
no longer the lone wolf, I have found my mate.
Tossing and turning alone late at night,
not sprung yet boo, but I know this is fate.
I'll compromise, to this love I'll comply.
My heart belongs to you, there is no debate.
Only time will tell if we are meant to be,
I am devoted to you with honesty..

I am not that man you have had in the past
I am true to you boo, a faithful man.
The affections I give will forever last.
Our new love has blossomed and I feel grand,
let it develop and not move to fast.
Through tribulation we can both withstand.
Take my hand boo so we can live as one 
because I need you, like the earth needs the sun....

Dedicated to Kim....
The one with whom has taken my heart.....

Jared Pickett
12/10/2010
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BORROW MY FINGERS' VOICE

                                                    BORROW MY FINGERS’ VOICE
                                                          . . . . .` ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ . . . . .



could you, Monet...borrow my fingers’ voice as my desire runs through your pastel bones? and in your artist’s blood i mix...by choice the oiled smudge of me in these dusking tones through joys and moans, is there time to rejoice, to sketch love’s hand, though inks plummet as stones? on canvas, a trace of me will remain i am the sky, the elements, the crane
ottava rima all rights reserved © --for Brian Strand’s Any 2,4,6 or 8line form— -- by nette onclaud