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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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December Magic

Frost crisped, the lawn remained
beneath the frozen dew.
Water dripped to ice as gutters drained.
The cardinal bids the day adieu;
the winter storm has left a gelid view.


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December Magic

 She   arrives with a mystic charm
 Gliding in on silver moon
 With a peaceful vibe that oft disarms
 As words of praise in yuletide tunes
 Echo  where the stars are strewn

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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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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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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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"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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Unnoticed

The world wants a torch
but I only wished to be a candlelight.
It gives dim light but will never scorch
Though it will never be a highlight
but it can be your hope tonight.

The world think highly of leader
but my eyes admire those who serve
Leaders may seems stronger
It is all because those who are willing to serve
Even if it will lead them to their grave


The world wants a raging water
But I only want to be in still
Does it even matter?
There is nothing more for me to fulfill
To become greater is what the world wants to instill.



By: Doris Jamoner - 01/28/2015

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The Hermit

In great rolling hills 
Above grey, barren plains
Lived a long-whiskered hermit alone. 
No matter the weather, whether shining or rain
He kept himself hidden in stone. 

Distance and danger 
Kept everyone out
Meditating for decades in peace. 
In solitude no one can hear you shout,
But neither can you speak your piece. 

Never leaving for friendship, 
He stayed unconcerned.
Sadly, he died isolated. 
He never could practice or teach what he learned 
While keeping himself alienated.

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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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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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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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Passionate Storm

The rain cascaded, those tiny tear drops.
Leaving a small path, on her smooth plump lips.
It was like nature pulled out all the stops.
I drank from her bounty, with thirsty sips.
Those tiny teardrops, on her smooth plump lips!

Drifting on passion, rising with the swell.
Paradise fullfilled, love's secret revealed.
As a gentleman, I can never tell.
So those details, in my heart have been sealed.
I can never tell, love's secret revealed.

We parted ways, after the morning storm.
Our tsunami, was a wonderful kind
She walked away, I admired her form.
I'll remember her, she'll stay on my mind.
After the morning storm, she'll stay on my mind!


Second attempt for Craig Cornish's contest.

Form: Manassian Quintain

I hope I got it right this time Craig and Eileen!

My first attempt was "Crashing on The Shore", thanks
Seren for letting me know I messed up the form.;0)

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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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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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Crashing on the shore

Oh how I enjoyed the Ocean's soft mist.
When the dark waves came crashing to the shore!
That powerful moment when we first kissed.
My heart opened up and I wanted more.
I felt the stirring of love on that shore.

Like the Ocean I was drawn to you.
A lovely Siren's song you sung to me.
Our moments together they seemed so few
Were you afraid I wouldn't set you free?
I had hoped you would be happy with me.

So now I dive into the Oceans waves.
Not wanting to hear any other sound.
Remembering how we explored those caves.
That place where I thought true love had been found.
Hear waves crashing, that's my heart's breaking sound! 


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River Song

On the bank of the river, I watch the brown leaves drifting,
and let the current lift me, to where the sun resides
Rock rimmed, and cold,  the waters ever shifting,
without a hesitation, with no reason to abide
I watch the brown leaves drifting, to where the sun resides

Somewhere down the river,  the thrushes and the swallows,
fly high above the rushes, with bright, satin wings 
Reeds grow in shadowed shallows, there are ducks in all the hollows
Moss is green, and willows lean, and the haloed twilight clings
There are ducks in all the hollows, with bright, satin wings

As I watch the streams meander, I can hear the seasons call
Water soothes the jagged stones, and shadowed day is done
The moon arrives, and sun declines, as if from earth, it falls
Does it melt into the river's flow, as the seams blend into one?
I can hear the seasons call, as the seams blend into one

_____________________________________________________
1/15/15  For the Contest: Manassian Quintain
Sponsored By Craig Cornish

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THIS YEAR

I ponder deeply on this coming year For I know what the future holds for me I face it with trepidation and great fear Awaiting the passing of a member of my family Other life events I‘m glad I cannot foresee I will face each new day as it comes Will cherish each moment of time Until to God my father succumbs For when the mourning bell doth chime He is with his Lord God so divine 01~13~2015 Contest- This Year In English Quintain Sponsor Francine Roberts

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This Year

This Year A brand new year began today…a new page, First sheet of twelve to see upon the wall… It pristinely hangs, no scribbles, signs of age, Fresh new start…a slate wiped clean of scrawl… Time to breathe, set new plans both big and small. One whole year, so many days to get things done, Lots of time, do not rush, haste does make waste… Surely, days will pass unused and one by one, The pages fly right off the wall replaced By some regrets no challenges were faced. Yet, I will see Earth’s seasons come and go And feel the surge of Spring’s rebirthing rite, The Summer sun and flowers, the Autumn glow, Then Winter wonderland of snow so white… This year will be another gift of life’s delight. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~1st Place~ Contest: This Year in English Quintain Sponsor: Francine Roberts Judged: 02/16/2015

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This Year

There is no way that anyone can know how each new year will be: how our jobs or our relationships might go. What great new things might we live to see? Might we have to endure some tragedy? I can only hope the good will far outweigh the bad and that our every tear might be cried for joy instead of something sad. May peace abide with those whom we hold dear as all of us press onward through this year! For the "This Year in English Quintain" - Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts

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This Year In English Quintain

Someone is knocking at my door The night’s cold, my world’s dying and drear It’s Good Joy. Cheers! No more, no more Oh dear, I cannot open the door for her Sorry Joy, glide by, I’m sick and not in my gear. Someone is knocking at my door The night’s cold, my world’s dying and drear It’s Good Hope but I can’t be lured. In dark shadows I grope, what makes you come here? I know you mock the life, glide by, I desire. Someone is knocking at my door The night’s cold, my world’s dying and drear Oh, It’s Good Health. This year you won’t be ignored Welcome, I dart my doors open for you, dear. I do need nothing but your blessings this year.
+++ January 15, 2015 Form: Quintain (English-ABABB)

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This Year


Eve of the New Year, eyes strain to see pale depths of yonder anticipating a fresh sky to gleam golden this year. With said goodbyes, I awaken, reborn in wonder of innocence held in sunlit smiles of those I hold dear and hope to value lessons learned ‘neath gracious skies swept clear. Happiness renews in a freckle faced sky of twinkling stars as I slow my pace to laze below her beauty and gaze in awe of infinity, searching for miracles beyond my many scars, and I shall live free to dance and sing, honoring God’s law, humbly glorifying Him, seeing His reflection through each flaw. Standing tall in this new year, I resolve to be more grateful, finding joy in each day and confidence to breathe life genuine. The sky will change above, the earth will spin below, and faithful, I’ll take my place amid with these ideals circling within. This year, I’ll reach for sky that never falls and dream of heaven. Written for Francine Robert's This Year in English Quintain Contest, 1/6/15

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December Magic


December eve wakes for me. Enamored by
a million stars in a widening sky, it shines down
on a frigid desert floor, and I, in wonder, spy
beauty of a  Joshua tree. The fire, sparkling like a gown, 
dances on branches lifted in prayer of silver crown.



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A Sea Of Love



Swimming in tears of glee
birth from water - my child I hold.
Gently, carefully I cut her free.
The skies open, rain streams of gold.
In tears of glee my child I hold.

Her mother immersed snugly 
displays a glow. She flows, radiates.
I hand her our daughter our baby.
A sea of love opens the flood gates.
Our daughter our baby she flows, radiates.

Fluid are the feelings now fill me,
rushes through me like a lifeline.
We three, are now a family,
like rivers to the ocean, we combine.
Feelings now fill me, we combine.



01~22~2015
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Manassian Quintain