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In the Sun's Last Glow

On her terrace where she once had viewed a crimson field, she stands recalling heroes who were battling their foe. She still can feel the terror! How her poor heart reeled thinking of her lover fighting on the field below, with others on that plain bathed red as the sun dipped low. The brave men lie in caskets which now are concealed beneath a plain that ran with blood, where bright irises now grow. She thinks of her own strong brave man, draped in white and sealed forever in a casket too. He was her Romeo. The sorrow flooding her she had never thought to know. She looks down from her terrace with a heart that won’t be healed. The mighty dead now lie in grassy fields. . . and lo! Around the graves are swords, which are green blades revealed with *purple flags that softly wave as a May wind starts to blow and she is bathed in red again, there in the sun’s last glow. * Purple flags refer to the name of the purple iris that resembles a flag

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Wonders of Winter

Look up!  Snowflakes appear in streetlights
   Hear children cheer as snow days are announced
Watch the powder fly during snowball fights
   Listen as faith through joyful hymns is pronounced
   Join snow angel brigades while on wintery landscapes we pounce

Walk briskly with me through the winter woods
   Where boughs of evergreens droop with white frost
Don your boots and pull up your jacket hood
   Let’s slide on the lake until our energies exhaust
   Then trudge back home as snow drifts are crossed

Place damp clothes on a chair by the fireside
   Pour a glass of wine and snuggle with me
Whispers of passion, ‘neath a blanket confide
   Lights from the fir tree fill our hearts with glee
   As you offer me your ring on bended knee

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"In the heat of Pasion" (to Angela wih love)

     The first time I saw you, there was a glow about you
      that baffle me.  I-I just could not find the right word,
     "you had that certain glow about you".  Not the way you walk
       nor the way you move, "but I believe in miracle's", yes
      I do - yes I do.  So finally I step to you and ask, would you,
       could you smile ? just for the camara in my mind so that the
      image of an Angel would be on my mind just in case the world
      ended (today) much to soon, much before time.  The first time
     I saw you naked Angela, my mouth got lost for words-but the one
      that slip through my lip's were (mmmunn) "what a gorcious women,
      breast like lucious melons", and a voice (sweet) like that of the ocean
     and wave's of heat and my idea of nerviousness brings trembeling to
     my feet's.
    "I do believe in miracle's", "I do not believe in love".  Miracle's that it
       take to sustain a relationship that the odd's of longivity are against us.
      And we do become desponded, most of our day is spent fussing and cussing.
     Never to see true love at its best.  The first time our lip's did touch, I remem-
     ber this Angel who I call Angela, she had my name tattoe across her chest.
      Love, became the missing attraction, and you comfort me in my desire to ex
    press myself, for I thought I was so macho, never in a thousand years, "will I
      meet such a someone (?) that's such a women".  A women (aaaah) such a
    women, "from her head to her shoe".  
       Now Angela just in case the world ends tomorrow.  Don't denie that there's an
       "attraction".  O'Angela.....kiss me quickly, "In the heat of Passion".

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Undaunted

"Anyone there?" says Magenta Madness
A tremulous knock and wicked pink grin
Insidious.....with sly silver badness
Lethal leather and his ebony sin

        Dark expectations of a soul stealing win

Uninvited, his stark entrance grand
Painted pretty, his lavender Lies...
Slides her thoughts with a daring hand
Muffles her lips and mutes all her cries

        He giggles, thinking her sanity dies...

"Victory!" He shouts, as white lilies fall
Precious petals careen to glass floor
He drapes his win in a purple shawl
Turning his back, not accounting for

       Her dash to sane, through a splintered door

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In a Winter Cabin

Couched upon the mountain tops,
Winter bleeds white on stone.
The blinding haze of a million spots
Speckles the morning air,
Vaporous through crystalline glass.

Words woven like tapestry
Spark a fire from within.
Seeking answers to intrigue
That fill one with wonder --
An explosion of words to the heart.

Warmth from fire and leather
Fills flesh and bone with life.
Though seated within this cabin,
Ink and paper give respite
From a harsh landscape
Beyond the oak and nail.

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The Curious Moon

A young man leads his girlfriend to a tree
one sultry summer eve as night is looming.
the branches of the old oak form a canopy
under which he leans in for a kiss, assuming
his new love also feels their romance blooming.

The pretty girl is innocent and shy,
but from the boy’s sweet kiss she feels that he
might be her one true love; more kisses make a sigh
escape her lips. Her inhibitions flee,
and touching him arouses her curiosity.

Aglow, they feel a passion all-consuming,
undressing one another as fingers fly.
The curious moon, with incandescence blooming,
peeks down from a star-bedazzled sky.
Young love with moon above shall never die.


Written 10/17/12 for Francine Robert's
Romance me with English Quintains Poetry Contest
and now for A true love -poem #2 - Poetry Contest of poet destroyer A

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Vitrine-mannequin on a Winter night I

Mannequin

Dependent was and amorous obsession 5.5
in burning desert, fresh canteen 4
his sidewalk's fantasy and thoughts' digression, 5.5
the strongest coffee's roasted bean 4
(their phantasms met beyond projectors' light). 5

Exquisite stood upfront, unmoving posture,
distressing emptiness of soul,
unreachable resort her sightly stature,
(- expending skies and ozone hole),
prêt à porter vitrine, on Winter's night.

Behind the glass, a still and standing shadow
abates his hopes (gray sky suspends),
( he takes his foolish stance of wooden scarecrow,
- that through odd sprawls the fields attends ),
was she the blessing of the Gods or else?...

His allegorical, but lonely feeling,
instilled inside, without defect,
while speechless phantoms crossed sky's ceiling,
the downpour soaked, warmth to reject,
(ersatz their wedlock's knolling, fast dispels).

Her uppish, elegant of stance, adjacent,
within arm's reach, kind of abstruse,
albeit abstained, of secular indulgence,
(his head acquired a tilt obtuse),
invited him through faultless, charming lies.

A brass trumpet dispersed its jazzy spieling,
he, thoughtless, leaned on some red booth,
adored her raised one hand's refined appealing,
(- that altruistic, smiling tooth!),
and gazing to the stars but vacant eyes!...

© G.V. 11-16-2013, All Rights Reserved

(Iambic Quintain following 5.5, 4, 5.5, 4, 5 feet on each stanza. 
The rhyme scheme follows this pattern: 
ABABC DEDEC, FGFGH, IJIJH ... and so on.)
(Allegory, Humor)


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Skin

The whisper of your skin dissolving into mine - the weight of it is kin to that of wings of butterflies - divine deliciousness I can’t define! My precious love - We meld into a sky of night that’s never been so breathlessly partaken of nor ever will again. Exquisitely you paint my sweetest sin. For PD's Any Poem # 28 Free Poetry Contest

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Unzipped Lips

As I was busy “being” just who I am, I didn’t care what others were seeing. To be as they wish, would be a sham and I will not be part of a scam. People are really the sum of everything that has touched their lives. When others take issue with what you’ve become, don’t expect to receive high fives. If you stay true, your uniqueness survives. No one can tell you what to feel, when to laugh or how to pray. The very act of being real will find you rising above the fray, dispelling regrets each day. For if you submit to playing a role that doesn’t fit your personality, you’ll dig yourself deep into a hole. Don’t succumb to others’ mentality; maintain your individuality.
*English Quintain by Carolyn Devonshire for Nancy's "Unzipped Lips" contest

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Spring Sleep

Sighing softly, a gentle breeze, dances amid my clothes line. Sweet the scent, refreshing tease, as sheets, its hug entwines. This night, on Spring, I shall recline.
2/8/12 For the contest: English Quintain, A Spring Day Sponsored by Francine Roberts

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Spring Lasses

March is the first to arrive on the scene. She sees Winter leaving and blows him a kiss, And then she starts in to paint the world green. Even though March has brought us such bliss, Spring will get even better than this! April comes next, summoning showers. That rain falls refreshingly from skies above. Soon we hear birds and smell fragrant flowers. Nature's rebirth we are witnesses of When April surrounds us with signs of God’s love. Butterflies flutter and baby chicks hatch. Sun gives more strength day by day. Our next lovely lass has nary a match, For she is the merriest, with the name May. Be happy when she’s on her way! June is the fourth and the last girl of spring, Distinctive because she’s the one To finish the season that makes our hearts sing. Even then, her work in not done. She ushers in Summer and welcomes new fun! *Written 4/11/14 For the Contest of Francine Roberts. I remembered this as a spring contest and forgot it was Spring DAY. I worked so hard on it, I just can't start again, so I hope you forgive it being about all of the spring days. In any event, thanks for the inspiration.

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Happiness

Quintain

Happiness

When sunset comes it makes me smile
A mystic silence greets me then
The birds they sing in grandest style
I am the happiest of men
When I do spot a fairy wren.

When morning comes it gives me joy
As darkness fades, and sun shines bright
This feeling, nothing could destroy
The dawn it gives me such delight
As magpie bids the day ‘goodnight’.

I love to walk down to the lake
And watch the ducks swim lazily
Sometimes a mist is in the air
Then sun shines through so hazily
As parrots screech from yonder tree

Some folk would say that I’m insane
Because I’m filled with happiness
From laughing, me I can’t refrain
I love to feel life’s sweet caress
The God of love my heart does bless

22 November 2014

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A Knight

Shining armor clad 'pon a white horse
Eternally strong knight my love, my guide
Reign in, hold, steer my feeble course
Encircle with loving arms, shelter, hide
Now let it be known I'm your pride

Delighted in you, you're love constant source
Intriguing the very thought of you implied
Passionate moments spent no remorse
Incomparable joy rapture when by side
Touched, tasted of  tranquility yearningly tied

Year: 2012

Sponsor: Francine Roberts 
Contest: Romance Me With English Quintain
Written: November 5 and 6, 2012

The first letter of each line read downward
spells another word plus the first letter of year.


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Autumn Colours , Death So Bold

Autumn Colors (Death So Bold)

Resting upon cold , hard ground
leaves depleted Autumn's gold 
Solid vapors soon are found
in rested spirits of old
colors so bright, death so bold

09-02-2014

English Quintain  Rhyme Scheme a. b. a. b. b. 
No specified measure 


Note:  Not required but given as reference only...
Syllables Per Line:  7 7 7 7 7  
Total # Syllables:  35  
Total # Lines:  5

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Rain on the Scarecrow

We ask God’s blessings for food we eat;
those who toil to grow it deserve our prayers too.
In 1985, Farm Aid musicians took their beat,
rocking in donations for those who grew
in debt, not just crops, as mortgages came due.

Mellencamp cried out, “97 families lost 97 farms!”
Just the local tally of the Reagan years' unprecedented foreclosures
that threatened the nation’s bread baskets, sending out alarms.
Farmers’ financial disclosures
were bloodied by high-risk exposures.

We ate the fruit, but cursed the price.
Bounty still filled the market’s produce section,
even as running a farm became a roll of the dice.
A Kansas tornado would have had less convection
than growers who were denied debt protection.

Bailout money was tossed to the auto maker,
where corporate jet vacations sparked ire.
But farmer suicides climbed, blood on each acre.
A national famine might have transpired
if to save farmers, rock musicians had not conspired.



Inspired by John Mellencamp’s Farm Aid song “Rain on the Scarecrow.”  An Indiana farm boy, Mellencamp recruited Neil Young and Willie Nelson to organize the first Farm Aid concert in 1985, raising awareness about the loss of family farms.  The Farm Aid concerts have remained an annual event over the past 29 years, and as of 2014, the organization has raised over $45 million to help farmers.  I chose this song because it demonstrates the social consciousness of rock musicians.

Song is at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joNzRzZhR2Y

*Poem written November 8, 2014 for Kelly's "I Love Rock and Roll Contest.


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Springtime with Gramps

The death of winter carries varied sights.
In April, when dandelions roar, “It’s Spring!”
green yards transform by magic overnight.
Gramps had sprayed his lawn, but in ours weeds bring
an old game for kids as they dance and swing.

Small windmills in disguise, children spread seeds
giving Grandpa a cause for some dismay.
He is no grouch,  fence conversation leads
to friendly talk of butterflies at play -
riddles about what nature does in May.

The kids amazed, watch squirrels building nests,
questions evolve about the birds and bees.
Gramps calls them varmints - Mother's Nature’s pests.
“Ask your folks”, he replies with cough and wheeze.
In naptime dreams, he aims a gun at trees.

Gramps takes a walk, golf umbrella hovers
for spring rains do not announce their coming.
A neighbor lady hobbles to cover.
Listen, his cane on her sidewalk - drumming,
sweet songs of spring love, two voices humming.


written May 7, 2014, edited on May 25, 2014

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From Awe to Indignation

Faint yellow is the first to appear
Leaves march forth in harmonic progression
To autumn’s clock all must adhere
Amber, scarlet and purple in procession
Bring gasps of wonder till winter’s colorless indignation




*Written September 1, 2014
For Francine’s contest

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The Army Beret

The Army Beret

My favourite hat is an army beret
That still holds the shape of his head
Woven with wool that has seen better days
Rim hanging from tattered threads
Stained with the tears I have shed.


~~~~

Author: Elaine George
For: Carol‘s contest:  My favorite hat
Awarded:  First Place


Author's note: 

This poem is about my Father's Army baret.
 (A Beret is  a french name for a round flat hat with a tight rim and is  pronounced 
beray)

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A Hug for the Bug

Many insects creep upon this earth, and hardly anyone refers to them as “nice” or writes a poem reflecting on their worth! Spiders sometimes make me jump as if they were small mice, and how repulsed I feel to see cockroaches or lice! How many cute soft cuddly insects can we find? Worms are soft, but cuddly? I don’t think so! Which bug both cute and sweet comes to your mind? Well, Butterflies are lovely; fireflies have a nice soft glow. But the one that comes to MY mind I bet you know! She is a lady beetle, and when she lands on me, I do not flinch or swat at her or gasp out “Ugh!” People like to count her spots. A lucky one is she. Protecting crops, she is well liked by farmers. What a bug! If she were but my size, I’d give her a big hug. Written 4/16/13 for Francine Roberts' Whimsy in English Quintain Free Poetry Contest

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Temper Tantrum

During the night the heavy storm came.
Lashing rain and winds that were wild.
By morning, gone, and now weather tame.
The skies, bright and clear, wind now mild.
Nature's temper tantrum, like that of a child.

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Sometimes We Just Know

A sensation I’d never had before
Overcome by helplessness when he touched my hand
Attraction ignited as he first entered the door
Warmth filled me as we sauntered ‘cross the sand
Giggling ‘neath starlight, so happy to find my man

His dark, wavy hair I brushed my fingers through
The first time we kissed, my heart raced fast
I melted in his strong arms, passion grew
He was so brilliant, had integrity and class
What he saw in me, I just couldn’t grasp

He was older than I, but it didn’t matter
I’d never loved before and never did again
He was mature, my heart he wouldn’t shatter
As a virgin danced on the beach; fate had a plan
Deep in my heart, I knew he’d be my husband




*First love entry for Frank's contest

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WHEN SUNSET BLEEDS




Behold lucent splendor of an arcade

that bleeds her copper shawl, its final glow

awaiting dusk to grasp last flares of blade,

when decimal of time changes the flow

and in repose, glazed orb succumbs to row.


The hour arrives when earth and stars unfold

as prelude between day and eve awakes;

till hand of sunset bids goodbye, consoled

with minted hope upon rise of dawn break,

bestowing tranquil pause, to mend toil’s ache.



,         ,,      ,


Sunset Contest of Francine Roberts
17 Jul 2012




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Her Ghost Speaks

For love of you, against my God I sinned, for I was wed
to him who was your friend! I loved him too. This was our plight!
We suffered when alive, and even now that we are dead
our passion - like my restless spirit -  lingers! Wrong or right,
always I will love you truly, Lancelot, my knight!


Entry: One English Quintain
Sponsor: Francine Roberts

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One of the Wonders

by just looking at it from the distance a picturesque view captures right away our hearts a stair like going up to heaven on its magnificent appearance a cogent power beckoning every tourist to visit and become a part of this historical place and one of our world’s beauty spots the People’s Republic of China stands tall with pride and glory in possession of this gigantic dragon-formed and walled stair a product of their ancestors’ concerted effort to protect their country from heartless invaders who want to ruin without care so, they’d built it with masonry and rocks strong enough and fair let’s all go and experience this great and wonderful place anytime of the year but winter is still the best, I bet climbing on every step of the walled stair with nuance pace so lofty but a gentle breeze will extricate ourselves from sweat more power and energy will be saved and it’s a challenge a bit Great Wall of China has been built and renovated until Ming’s Dynasty a creative work of art by the Chinese and their great masterpiece along the mountain sides to the top winding up with majesty so impressively built as if trying to reach an endless place a breathtaking beauty inviting us to capture tenacious memories climbing on Great Wall is so much fun and enjoyable a stop on each pillar shows a full view of the scenery giving us a great tour a part along our way up is a long chain of padlocks for lovers and couples an everlasting love, peace, bliss and everything they’ll wish for believing that leaving a padlock and key there, wishes will be granted for sure the most challenging and rewarding part is the incentive we’ll get if we climb and reach the peak, a certificate for us to remember so, to make our experiences with travel expenses commensurate let’s all gather our strength and be determined as great explorers for us to get one of the most precious moments in life to cherish forever
April 8, 2013 Note: The composition of this poem was also inspired by my wonderful experience in this place when we’d our school tour last March 7-10, 2011 at Beijing. Both great happiness and terrible sadness I’ve felt that time. My happiness to see the beauty of the place but terrible sadness was deep inside of me because I was thinking of my father who was already at his critical health condition and, I went back home to visit him just after coming back from our joyful tour. First Place Contest: Seven Wonders Judged: 4/25/2013 Sponsor: Greatest Poet Poet Destroyer

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In the Snowy Brightness of that Moonless Night

It was the Eve of a brand new year,
so I’d gone out on my porch to say goodbye
to the prior year, having heard a blue moon should appear.
As I was looking all around me up into the sky,
no sign of a moon at all was I to spy!

Farther out from my front porch, I looked up at each slope
of mountains to the east, and it seemed as though
my spirit was now filling with new hope,
for the mountains shone so brightly, graced by day’s new snow
as Christmas lights still blinked in all the valley below.

All future things to come, which I had yet to rue,
were, in that one moment, completely out of sight.
And though I never saw a moon of blue
in the snowy brightness of that moonless night,
I reveled in the beauty of such peaceful white!