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Closer

    The sky resembles the robin's eggshells
                                                      scattered across the ground,

a blue so seemingly infinite                     yet fragile,
cracks running between understanding and madness
 
       complementing each other

as divine truths in their own right
to conquer my mind,
to unhinge the doors,
making it unnecessary to pick rusted locks

      letting thoughts fly free,
                                       releasing love out into the horizon.

If frozen within caged snapshots of mildewed expectations,
      it will surely die,
                 but even so,
  I was willing to strangle it by holding on too tightly.

    
    Until I saw the sky and eggshells today


      Peppered clouds reflected on the water,
                                            paralleling speckles on the eggshells,
                                    remind me of the freckles on your face.

  We need to be wide-open-free,
                                                we need to fly,
         without focusing too hard on shells of yesterdays.

We need to unclench our fists,
unclench our tongues,
explore the vast blue peppered sky 
                                                 
                                                      on wings of letting go....

 so that we can once again feel with purity,       
 so that we can hold each other ever closer.







05.24.12


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012

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Magic Beans





Our first awareness
      falling through time
      through blood-rain, pure white snow, green vegetation 
      down into deep earth
      warm sunshine
      cool wind
      soaking rain

Energy flowing-up through our pod
      each day we grew bigger
      snug together with brothers and sisters
      bursting our little cozy shell
      then one day
      a father and daughter
      plucked us from the vine
      stripped – we lay bare upon a tray
      disorientated and tender but alive  
      a life force deep inside us
      our skin soft but hardening 
      then sleep . . . waiting for the one

Daddy!!  Come see the beans
They changed colors
I see brown ones with white specks
      Yellow with black dots
      Orange with blue stripes 
But wait  . . .  there are three larger beans that seem to glow and vibrate
      one is blood-red
      another . . .  brilliant white
      the last . . .  forest green
What does this mean daddy?
Is it evil?

No my sweet darling
These are special beans
Descended from an ancient garden long ago . . . 
      no longer of this world
It was a place of love and light
No death but a deep communion between mother earth and us
The three beans are:  Peace, Purity, Prosperity 

These beans will feed a starving world 
      Bring healing to the hurting
      Laughter to the downtrodden   
      Hope to the desolate 
      Love to the unloved   
      Life to the dead
These beans hold deep magic

How do they work Daddy?
      a worthy woman is chosen
      who is humble of heart
      strong in spirit
      wise in love 

Who is this lady?
      the magic beans choose
      they only appear to the one female
      you, my darling . . .  you are the one

Me?  I am only a girl
I have none of these things . . . 
      the beans see deep within a soul
      they never lie
      they have chosen you 
      together you will change the world!

Daddy, I am scared . . .
I am shaking 
I am not worthy
      breathe deeply, close your eyes 
      put the beans in your mouth

Daddy, I taste sweetness
Molasses, ginger, caramel . . . now chocolate 
I see visions upon the wind
Blood, wars, rage, yelling . . . unbearable things
      yes, darling the evil is strong here
      let the blood from the red bean flow
      let it mingle with your love
      it will defeat this evil and bring
      healing and forgiveness . . . peace

The white bean is singing with my voice – Daddy!
Sweet is her song
I see merriment, laugher, dancing . . . 
People hugging and holding hands
My tears are falling
Filling rivers with waters of light, love and purity
Joy reverberates from mountains peaks

From my open lips runs rich green sap
Deep does the earth drink
Big drafts of life and love
I see fields flowing with
Cream, honey, and wine
Trees waving to the sun
The earth is rejoicing

I see beans being planted 
In a garden
A man and a little girl
      yes, my Little One, soar now
      fill the world with your love
      fill the wind with your song
      love generously 

Such is the magic of these colored beans







David Meade
1/26/2015

Love Generously


Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2015

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Eyes That Shine

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where crystals gleam i want to lie where the scented lily opens reveals its stamen tender as babies breath as unavoidable as our sun's and moon's provocative union as desirable as a cooling whisper on a hot humid day as necessary as the blistering heat a dream yet to be dreamt in my wanting an explosion an us reality you are the joy of laughter boxed, wrapped, gifted all the gems of no monetary value - priceless moments absorbed fully womanhood sings and i respond in kind climb beyond frozen minds where pianos open radiate warmth cradle purity my will nestled in the notes where crystals gleam i want to lie
July 25 2016 Maurice Yvonne


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016

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Autobahn

Rapid Eye Movements
cruise down the Autobahn,
driving dreams of soldiers 
slaying the Beast in the East:
seeds hidden in the cuff links
that return home for the victory parade.

The victory parade of the new millennium
is a mirage: desert sand creeps 
through the streets of Basra;
spray painted slogans of “Aryan Nation”
are left behind on pock-marked walls.

High level terror alerts
scroll across the Fear o' Dome,
breeding paranoid glances 
from commercial-class passengers
while they fly above fenced camps
where centralized secret service agents
watch the unloading of another train.

"Son, do you forget the sacrifices?
Have you lost all your respect?
Okay, it’s possible that the Feds
were influenced by the Purebreds—
a minor repercussion 
of maintaining our national security.

It isn’t even about racial purity—
you are all mixed now, anyway.
Whether female, black, jew, or gay,
we must unite together as a nation;
raise its flag with pride,
and fight against a common enemy!
This enemy is trying to disintegrate
the cornerstone of our free society!

Son, can you not see! Not see-notsee-notsea-notsi-
notzi-natzi-nazi-natzi-notzi-notsi-notsea-notsee-not see!"
_____


—cold sweat.

I awaken to remnants of nightmarish images
sifting through my mind:
flocks of carnivorous sheep
with invisible shepherds.

The dream had felt so real.

I rush out of bed,
just to make sure.
From my bedroom window,
I see the neighbour’s Iron Eagle weathervane
goose-stepping towards the west.
A lawnmower growls in the background.

Everything appears normal here
on 4th Reichstag Blvd.



2016 Neu Berlin Remix, July 13th, 2016
(original version was written on March 29th, 2010)


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2016

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It Was Her Poetry Seduced Me

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When Thor struck his hammer
upon the flat ground on Earth
it was the pieces withstood the blow we named rock,
constructs we came to know as the mountains.

Even before that time
I crossed my fingers
wished I'd one day experience
...you.

I knew you before heavenly purity  grew wings
before angels blessed hearts 
invoking what we now know as love for our brethren .

I held you in the sphere of my understanding
as the lover I'd never meet but always carry
in the most cherished of my thoughts.

When Zeus handed me his quill and inkwell I knew
I would only use his gift for my inspired notes to you.

Though I was not blessed a poets words 
like Robert Browning 
he who took Elizabeth Barrett into his heart from the first time he read her 
so I did with you.

Only laid blood on parchment
to declare the love you inspired in me.

Like a schoolboy's first kiss
was the day my eyes embraced the body of your work.

Before the first pine broke the ground, the first lark sang,
the first orchards rare enchanted the rainforests. 

Before the first chameleon blended 
into the multicoloured break of dawn.

Before infinite rows of wheat invitingly waved from the fields to greet Hera.

Before liquid rose to separate into
creeks, swamps, rivers, lakes with fish of all kinds
wasn't it me who rode the first seahorse just to make you smile.

Anything, all...
possible 
with the swirl of a letter 
the turn of a word.

I found an immense love tracking the shores of your fine poetry 
always a chill that ran up my back.

No one. 

No one! 

Only you.

Your fine talent,

gifted,

honed

perfected...flaws and all...

moulds

sculpts,

breathes life into ordinary words,

creates poetry 

owns me.


September 26 2016 MY





Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016

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The Wind

~~The Wind~~
            
           ---
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
           ---

Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning  ocean view
Embracing every word 

Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there

I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
It yearns
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech. 
Of love, 
Of purity
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles 
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light 
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night

Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine

by: PD
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Your love was my power

In school we met, you were nine, and I was ten
you let me sit with you, as no one knew me then.
As the new kid, you ensured I felt welcomed,
so pretty and popular, I never felt threatened.
Gradually our friendship, like flowers flourished
every moment I spent with you, was cherished.
When we were fourteen we went on our first date,
we shared our first kiss, you called me your soul mate.
Our love blossomed like roses nourishing on rain
when you were apart, I would dehydrate with pain.
You were so ambitious and studied for university,
so, I joined the army, whilst you earned your degree.
At twenty one, I asked your father, if we could marry,
he said no, but you rebelled, said yes, with no tarry.
We had little support, but remained by each others side,
times were hard, but we never drowned with the tide.
At twenty three, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl,
such a precious child, more than diamonds and pearls.
Sadly, God took her away and you fell into depression,
solitude became your friend and darkness your obsession.
We tried for more children, but it was not meant to be,
doctors informed you that it was no longer a possibility.
Years of sadness followed, until at thirty, something changed,
you found the light and became strong, no longer deranged. 
We decided to follow our dreams and travel world wide,
we climbed mountains, swam with dolphins, side by side.
Laughed, smiled, danced, lived with happiness and joy,
until, we were forty and cancer arrived trying to destroy.
I battled hard and fought this evil disease with your love,
every night we sat together watching the stars above.
Together we were strong, your love was my power,
we shared so many memories, but life is a fragile flower.
At fifty one we celebrated 30 years of marriage unity,
survived so many tests and lived a life of divine purity.
At seventy one, we lost so many family and friends,
life is temporary, but no one can predict when life ends.
At ninety one, I sit here, reminiscing our memories,
from when we first met - laughter and life's miseries.
No longer are you here and the world feels so cold,
after seventy years of marriage, I have no one to hold.
I call out to God, please reunite me with my wife,
as there is not need for me to continue in this life.


19 February 2016




Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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John F Kennedy - Martin Luther King Jr - Robert F Kennedy and Donald Duck

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it was the sixties
we were young
we were going to change the world
spin it like a basketball on our finger
take the three point shot 
win the game
we had great leaders 
john, robert, martin...

the planet was singing 
with the purity of a four year old
...
The ants go marching two by two;
The little one stops to tie his shoe,
...
then 
it started raining bullets
our optimism soured
slightly at first

and the grassy knoll
and the sniper
and the magic bullet

john was shot 
jackie squirmed
we sat on the edge of our seats

The ants go marching four by four;
The little one stops to shut the door,

John F. Kennedy was assassinated 

The ants go marching five by five;
The little one stops to take a dive,

years had passed, five
look before you dive

the civil rights movement gathered 
to fight for their God given rights
the right to be treated as humans 
exactly that...humans...no more no less.
to listen to the man who had said
"Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon 
which cuts without wounding and ennobles 
the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals."


the man who stood on the hill speaking
"I have a dream today!"

The ants go marching seven by seven;
The little one stops to pray to heaven,

Boom, boom, boom, boom! 

Martin Luther King Jr. was shot 
died

and my God it rained 
it rained salt
as a nation black and white cried

The ants go marching nine by nine;
The little one stops to check the time,

time for the rise of Bobby
Hoorah! Hoorah!

Boom, boom, boom, boom! 

i wish he could have ran faster than the bullets
they murdered John's brother
Robert F. Kennedy was dead

the sixties where almost finished
and i wondered 
if the world would ever be the same
again

I marched away buried my face into the ground
To get out of my pain.

great leaders lost
words that radiated 
radiate hope

America was
the envy of the world

it's two thousand sixteen 
and we have sunk so deep into the dirt

i know we can't Trump this disaster 
have you ever heard of fools gold
we have a choice
our lives count

remember the ants
nature's banner is blowing in the wind

don't make
the little one shout
"THE END!!" 




March 16 2016
armand 





Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016

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~ Destiny II ~

Smiling, as our glances would glimpse, knowing, as our souls would meet

Upon this plane of sphere, where time, it did not ever exist

These curtains, no longer drawn, exposing thresholds

That we both had crossed, wishful, and wantingly 

Into my arms, she then now waltzed, within her velvet, and silkened touch

Melting, into my depths her love, deep, inside of me

Silently, as I gazed into her eyes, kaleidoscopes, of cascading colors, reflecting

The endlessness, of these vast expanses of desires, longings, that we both could see

Much more than flesh, much more than barriers, much more, than life itself

Was the warmth, of her cherished breath, the essence, of her purity

Reaching, resurrecting a pulse, that I, we, should finally be

As the world stood still, and the skies became frozen

When our lips first brushed, an impassioned kiss, that would follow

The galaxies, exploding, from beneath the waters, of this now, washing sea

For no longer was she just a picture, and no longer, was she just a dream

Entwined forever, was this our spirits, as one, she became real to me

These souls that danced, amid the starlit heavens, unto the endless, of all eternity

She and I, and we alone, immersed within a light, a love

That no time, no life, no eyes, have they ever seen....

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

                                       ~ Destiny ~


Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2008

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TO SHE: DRAWN TO THY BEAUTY {quatrain}

Drawn to thy beauty, grace rains down;
     I choose this drowning than a drought – 
Where ten thousand are called mine own;
     Yet, deny thee and live without.

Skilled not enough to understand;
     Words unheard, find their voice through thee;
As I reach out then find thy hand;
     I see light take darkness from me.

Chaos knits together unity:
     Thoughts run free, once captive in chains;
Cleansed from fear in thy purity;
     Would I leave, canceling such gains?


Copyright © Larry Smith | Year Posted 2006

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- Sparkling Blossoms In One Star -


My dearest orchid 
Eastern flower of divine beauty
You whisper my name raising the spirit high

Jasmine sweetly kissing air 
In one breath of your aroma 
Drifting thoughts sail over the moon

Wrapped in your passion calling me yours
No matter what may come our way
You own this heart skipping beat 

Dreaming in your starlight
Touched by the dew teardrops of night
Destiny leaves footprints

Purity of truths heart
Sweet miracle of love
I know there is an angel watching over us

Daydreams walking into the clouds 
Hold eve to the late kiss 
This soulful sanctuary sings enchanting heartbeats 

Embracing this Heavenly dream  
Discovering a newborn Kingdom
Always drying your tears reborn beautiful beams







(unrhymed tercets) 
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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Majesty of your love

Uncontrollable words are flowing, please let me write about you my beloved, the one who brings me delight When lost in darkness, you guided me towards the light now my desire is to forever be in the path of your sight Chambers of my heart were closed with stubborn complexity I was not broken, but with compassion you unlocked the key The aroma of my elegant rose defines purity now horizons seem optimistic with pristine clarity Oh my sweetheart your tears are more precious to me than gold my hands will catch every single one, even when you get old I always knew behind your smile there was a story not told my heart felt your pain as every chapter began to unfold Many search for that exclusive love, that makes a soul dance connecting two hearts within the realms of a divine romance God created you for me, my eyes knew from our first glance the majesty of your love has left me in an intoxicated trance 26 January 2016


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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God is Love

Love is an authority.
It dictates choice and consequence
and joins together all the wayward lamenters
who grieve at their loss of purity.

Love is an actuality.
It breathes new life into masochists
who wished to die a thousand times over
and prey upon the weak and fragile.

When you let love in at first, it may seem out of place,
like a foreign object lodged in your chest, a parasite
feeding on the brains of its host, thriving in darkness,
blood-letting leeches drain this swollen heart...

But love does not enforce kindness; only offers a gentle reminder
for anyone who's forgotten how great it feels
to give for the sake of giving
and not be afraid of his own shadow.


Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2009

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God Gave You a Second Chance

God Gave You a Second Chance
 Not ready to leave this world with unfinished business determining the souls color; you’re on borrowed time! Prayers to heaven and words spoken from the heart brought perspective to what time remained. Fear and regret knowing this may be the end brought us closer than before. Always by your side loving, giving freely would now perhaps help spare your life adding color to your heart and soul.
The soul colored with Hope, Faith, and Love, the greatest being Love! I wonder have you given God what was expected for a second chance at life to color your heart and soul. Color determines the hearts purity and the soul’s condition. 
Souls are empty without love in the purest form; if you do not receive and give without fear, shame, or doubt!  From the outside looking in many colors of love surround your soul. I pray the love I give you understand the colors surrounding my heart and soul.
Love was holding you when death looked you in the face and love put death on hold! God and I give you Love. How do you face life and death now, with a heart and soul of vivid colors nourished by our love? God blessed us and we know what matters most. You now live your bucket list, God’s too.
Your list will end, mine too. Sharing with a loved one brings special meaning, understanding, and allows comfort taking away fear, pain, and panic. With unconditional love all’s shared. Colors of the soul glow, angels gather, and God gently lifts one unto himself. The guardian angels exit; slowly colors fade, a feeling passes the one left behind as the end has come. I imagine the colors of love in the heart and soul.
                                                                                                                                                             Debbie Knapp
		


Copyright © Debbie Knapp | Year Posted 2011

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- We Light Our Candles -

    
      


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                    XHOPEXXXXHOPEXXXHOPEXX
                      XXXXLOVEXXXXXXLOVEXXX
                         XXXJOYXXXXXXXJOYXXX
                            XXXPEACEXXPEACEX
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The First Candle
The first purple candle, on the first Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of HOPE

The Second Candle
The second purple candle, on the second Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of LOVE

The Third Candle
The third purpel candle lit on the third Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of JOY

The Fourth Candle
The fourth purple candle is lit on the fourth Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of PEACE
                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                        
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A Fifth light                                                                                                       
A white candle - It symbolizes Purity and Hope                                                
The Christ candle is lit on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day









28.11.2014
Sun:) - A-L Andresen :) 
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

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Let The Rain Fall

I could smell and sense 
the showers coming in the air
with an approaching storm.
I inhale this 
light little scent of heaven.
The rain will never dampen my spirits.
No umbrella for me tonight.
But, I don't mind, 
I'll walk in the rain.

I savor this 
sweet little taste of heaven.
The flavor is cool and refreshing,
with a purity 
that is almost indescribable.
It is cleansing to my soul,
I can feel it 
washing away my cares,
and making it okay to smile, again.

I experience this 
gentle little caress of heaven.
When it soaks through 
my jacket and my jeans.
My shoes splash
in the rain 
with every step that I take.
I can hear it 
tap dancing on the rooftops, 
with invisible feet.

The streetlights 
reflect on the wet pavement,
in pools of gold and silver.
The neon signs blink, 
red and yellow, 
blue and green.
Like drips of paint, 
it puddles on the street.
Bringing color 
to where there was none before,
only a flood of gray.
Now there is a palette
of fragrances to absorb.
Creating almost a rainbow 
in the nighttime.





Written by: Kelly Deschler
November 11th, 2013
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "Fragrance Of Rain"


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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A Divine Cascade

Glist'ing drops
Splashing into fine mist—
I become one with the waterfall.

Feeling joy
As droplets kiss my face
And enter my soul’s most sacred place.

Crystalline,
Anointing me with love,
Sustaining all life forms on the Earth.

Gratitude
For each divine droplet;
A cascading veil of purity.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Contest: Some Form of Crystalline sponsored by Nette Onclaud
November 3, 2014


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

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I WILL REMEMBER YOU

On a day
when words of wonder fail to come
to describe the beauty in what I see
when I am simply overcome
and my quill is kept still;
I will remember you -
that you believed in  me
and were kind enough to express
that belief  in such a beautiful way.

At a time
when the right words would not come
to give voice to a moment, a  feeling
when uncertainty knocks 
at the door of my heart;
I will remember you -
that you had faith in me
and were generous to provide
the warm wind for my soaring flight.

For now,
know of my sincerity
when I want to simply  tell you
the words that  won’t be kept inside.
From the warmth of my heart
to the purity of yours;
Thank You.






Poem of the Day - June 06, 2015
Kim Patrice Nunez
June 04, 2015







Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Would you marry me smiling

Your words has made love to me under a spell
I feel just so alive inside your love sweetheart
flying echoes within beautiful songbirds singing in the valley 
Magic  whispers you're a dream stirring silver waves silently 
enchanting warmly upon a November breeze
Oh baby over and over honey in the mind golden turns 
crystal drops splashes of happiness
Sweetest child of eternal beauty shining brightly 
on one treasure sparkling jeweled gem everlasting memory complete
Looking across the mountains searching destiny I call your name 
haunting wolf howls alighting our souls unite as one body 
Our hearts marry together sparking ignites purity
Then looking out towards the ocean hills crumbling
they begin unfolding out this vision towards the sea
I fall crashing into your space thousands of miles away
in this nutshell smiling a Renoir dream classic
your an attractive intelligent  lady kiss me quick
Who is now holding high position of royalty inside four chambers
A picture hangs sweet kissing a diamond among'st maidens
desiring  hot one rose blushing red each petal crowning
emotions of passion pure in white forever burning flames
blue inside touching you softly in a feathered touch
 In gentle soft warm flickers each a beat
gently in the wildest dreams softly sings our song
Take my heart and join it with your's darling
walk with me upon golden sands 
dancing with joy finding such a queen
I sweetly surrender to you this soul
my pact true our lovers path 
forever and always holding hands 
our destiny divine and beautiful sings


this is something I spent quite some time alone writing just finished it today 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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The Baptism


The Baptism


Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
of travelers. There in the golden glow
of sun where sky and land and ocean meet,
each scar is washed away by the deep reach
of blessed waves poured from the font-like sea...
here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
and leaves behind unblemished purity.

I walked along the water's edge and saw
the prints I made, which in a moment's time
were gone...the shore, agleam, without a flaw...
and I exalted in the holy clime,

as if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
was mended by the blessed sea's great hand. 


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: 203 - Max 14 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/16/2016

~5th Place~
Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 05/15/2015

~9th Place~
Contest: Theme #6 -THE SEA- (OLD & NEW POEMS)
Sponsor: Skat A
Judged: 01/18/2016



Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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SHADOW OF JEALOUSY

SONNET – SHADOW OF JEALOUSY

Oh, those woeful shadows of jealous ways
precarious villain for reasons dazed,
poisoning the longing love‘s lasting days,
without confidence to chase love hazed.
The shadow of jealousy dimmed the light,
darkened every dawn and day with anguish,
torment with false accusations incite,
suffering distress ruling to languish.
Jealousy! That mortal weakness of mood,
destroying virtuous dawning passion,
love’s purity with innocence pursued,
led astray from feelings of compassion.

Why? Why was my trust in you forsaken,
the trust in myself, my self-worth shaken.

T.J Grén


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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- A Vision Through Snow Crystals -


A snowflake always spells unique in words 
Frozen songs from heaven 
Melting into the heart 

Stunning winter kisses warm
My passion is deep,rooted
flowing through the heart

Rolling out a carpet of divine purity 
What better way to rest easy 
Soft white footprints remain

In the snow you’ve made
Where an angel dances
In a vision of beauty

Warmly upon the breath
Floating on the wave of love
Silver dancing ice breaks 

This soul can now reach Heaven
I melt into your snowflake 
A winter rose is born

Blown forever silken sparkles kiss
Into one beauty of a starlight vision
On me so deeply inside purity and happiness blooms 





26.12.2015
(unrhymed tercets) 
A Collaborated write by
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid



Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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Pastor Jack

A.W. Nutter

Pounding the pulpit with his fist
Sweat dripping from his brow
Preaching about Gods top ten list
The sinful Jews with their golden cow

Same old messages still in place
Pastor Jack’s patterns haven’t changed
Fear written on the altar boy’s face
A secret meeting has been arranged

Prayers end, the congregation stands
The pastor and boy move outside
Warmly shaking everyone’s hand
Wolf in sheep clothing able to hide

I casually walk across the street
Viewing the church pews now empty
The pedophile has made a quick retreat
Concealed in Satan’s, den of iniquity

Quietly, I traverse the wooden stairs
Listening at the door to the crying child 
Pastor doing damage only God can repair
How many children has this demon defiled

Stepping through his unlocked door
A look of surprise from Pastor Jack
Dropping the naked child to the floor
Realizing his first sin, had come back

Quickly helping the boy get dressed
Time to end his night frights and screams
To Pastor Jack’s head my gun is pressed
The child pulls the trigger ending his dreams

His face aglow with the purity of light
From sending his tormentor to hell
Walking out of the church into the night
Brothers with a secret that we'll never tell





Copyright © Anthony Nutter | Year Posted 2010

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- The Naked Truth -

We are all brothers and sisters born without hate 
Naked we were born to earth with purity and innocence as Lily 

Love has no barriers beyond our earthly grasp 
Right actions coming from the right setting, it starts from within 

Sometimes we feel we are living inside a bubble 
To live a good life, we must think, speak and act correctly 

Destiny paints our divine promise colors a rainbow 
Everything's really just small adjustments in your life 

The search for the true love with joy and confidence in this world 
Let your light shine bright, love inside the heart last forever 

Of life our guiding angels a choir heavenly glamor 
Angels over flowing universe with its clean and deep strength 


Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen 
11.03.2015 Copyright © All Rights Reserved 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Love

Love is like a fire
It often expires
A comfort that revives
Your tender soul alive.

A blind joy soaring
The loveless signs ignoring
It rises high with freedom's grace
To spring a blush upon your face.

Love is sweet like antique wine  
It breaks the fetters of loveless mind.
Love is loving all the time
Love is a spirit unconfined.

Love is a constant kindness
A joyful untamed madness.
Love jealous not
Or is a selfish glut.


Love is a divine quality
Expressed in purity!



Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013