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Eclectic Wonders in Seasonal Flowers --- A Collab by Hicks, Timothy
Eclectic wonders in seasonal flowers by Haikutwinkle, Angeline
Birds in Tuxedos - A Collaboration by Hicks, Timothy
January Jest - A Collaboration by Hicks, Timothy
A Cold Winter Remedy by McConnell, Gordon
Nurture Your Mind by chizoba vincent, john
Christmas Cheer by Davies, Ivor
Forbidden treasure by Fluker, Jenny
Silent I Am by Born, Michelle
She, Forever in Boxes by Chow, Christy

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first halloween

children's laughter... a boy and girl carve out a jack-o-lantern Deep orange pumpkin gutted The scent of roasted brown seeds gasps... the small lantern's grin and eyes are lit by flickering candle light The eerie light's shadow danced A coyote howled in tune an owl hoots... the moon emerges from clouds as bats flap across the sky Full moon reveals surprise Ghosts' wispy gown races shrieks and giggles... little fingers drop candy and point towards the sky A tiny night rider floats Little eyelids close softly
Written by Jack Horne and Sara Kendrick For Diane's collaborative poem contest Jack Horne the Haiku Sara Kendrick the couplets


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014

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first halloween

children's laughter

a boy and girl carve out

 a jack-o-lantern

 

deep orange pumpkin gutted 

the scent of roasted brown seeds




gasps - -

the small lantern's grin and eyes are lit

by flickering candle light

 

The eerie light's shadows danced

A coyote howled in tune




an owl hoots - - 

the moon emerges from clouds


as bats flap across the sky



 

Full moon reveals surprises

Ghosts' wispy gown races fast




shrieks and giggles - -

little fingers drop candy and point 

towards the sky




A tiny night rider floats

Little eyelids close softly


written by Jack Horne and Sara Kendrick for Diane's contest


Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2014

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Elemental Love

Blue evening dress
Topographical cleavage
Nurturing mother

Father Sky reigns high
Soft touch on her horizon

Her head covered with 
A wintery Arctic scarf 
With white pumps to match

He caresses her
His radiant passion flames
Heating up her womb

Encompassing her with love
Warm and cold climatic touch

His breath cools her skin
Tenderly moistening earth
Life springs from within


Copyright © Christi Kopp | Year Posted 2010

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Deciduous

Dancing breezes
Bursts of sun
Crisp apple autumn day

Leaves twirl upwards with a flourish
Spurning twigs that yearn to cling

Lovers pass by, their laughter lingers
Dark clouds obscure the sun
Colors change to shadows blurred

Gone is the beauty in the rust and gold
Longing is found in the chill as the sky surrenders
One drop of rain falls and a lonely blackbird takes wing

Windblown and cold
I breathe in your sweater's scent

Never more
Will you reach out to intercept
A falling leaf  





____________________________________________________________________________
Collaboration between Sharon Weimer and Carrie Richards
                 for Debbie Guzzi's "Twining" contest 


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

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a weathervane

a weathervane still points east 'pon gray ancient barn... fall's air rust tractors the vain weathervane speaks east and rust grows though no one knows rusty John Deere sits outside engine deep in grass... bucks face off for fight the leaves are falling revealing the trees fractures fall air thrust factors crimson, gold, and red leaves fall farm lake ~ mural of the scene John Deere the artist tractors in the grass like clouds wearing the weather
Rengay Collaboration between Poet # 1 and Poet # 2 Poet # One, 1, 3, 5 Poet # Two...2, 4, 6


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

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Awesome Faith

Awesome Faith Ask and you will maybe see, Seek an you will bloody find, Listen, you might bloody hear, Shut your eyes, and you are blind, Visualize and it appears, Comes forth, out of your mind, Close your mind, It dissapears, Faithless always comes behind, Now aint that queer :) Don Johnson


Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2013

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January Jest - A Collaboration

A collaborative poem, written in renga format, or "linked-verse", by Timothy Hicks and Jesse Whitehead.

Verses in normal font are by me.
Verses in italic are by Jesse Whitehead.



January jest
drawing mustaches
in the newspaper

coffee to warm the hands
walking the railroad

refusing
to stay put
a child's balloon

spring in her step
red moon overhead

has dusk come already?
the field of tulips
seem to say

unwavering and gentle
strong as stone

mountain peaks
wind through summer meadows
a tender caress

lying there still
a heart-shaped mark

steady rhythm
ebb of the tide
broken shells

spiraling earthward
the last golden leaf

fading in and out
memories sweetly touched
a dancing flame

burning through pages
another x on the calendar



NOTE: This was my first attempt at a Renga poem, written in collaboration, with one of my best friends from Idaho, Jesse Whitehead. He's one of the few friends of mine whom I could discuss writing with. Though he typically writes fiction and stories, rather than poetry, he was willing to give this poetry format a go; and to my knowledge this was his first time writing poetry. It's a fun little challenge that I hope you all will give a try!


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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Birds in Tuxedos - A Collaboration

Verses in italics by Jesse Whitehead
Verses in normal font by Timothy Hicks



birds in tuxedos
marching through snow
stifled laughter
 
a pair of short legs
behind the coats
 
patient as molasses
a surprise in waiting
tiny curled toes
 
it slipped through the claws
of a brown pelican
 
sharp as eggshells
words on deaf ears
nary a shrug
 
the stillness of earth
before receiving the rain
 
howling wolf
warm tears in the sky
silent moon
 
atop the pine-wood mantel
the treasured baseball
 
smoldering campfire
toasted marshmallows
precious longing
 
she pulls a Jurassic Park
turning on the gramophone
 
September sun
the wheels on the bus
through leaves and leaves
 
last stop
says the cattle driver
 
despite the breadth of these plains
my heart doesn't stray
chilly breath
 
beating drums
penny tossed to the curve
 
change of scenery
branches replacing winter
with wisteria
 
ladybugs gliding
through purple haze
 
hitting
the teacher's back instead
paper airplane
 
vapor trails
across the pale fields
 
did you see that one?
catching only the coattails
of a summer star
 
but alas
penguins cannot fly


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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She, Forever in Boxes

So confined to the boxes is she who
Tries to free herself from them
Breaking down barriers of all political and cultural design
Constructing opportunities and 
Imagining their trite and expected 
Downfalls
She, who reigns supreme in the art
Of lability 
The morning being the promise
The afternoon, the despair
The night, a restless dance to 
Hopeful unknowing 
So that it may all begin anew
And she may float with ambition,
Flirt with lofty goals
(Which are so very tangible once realized to a more substantial degree)
All through which comes the 
Bitter devastation
The cerebral revelation

For her mind and the World work in harmoniously demonizing tandem to erase the sketches of a life 
Of her own craft



Copyright © Christy Chow | Year Posted 2015

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Eclectic Wonders in Seasonal Flowers --- A Collab

Words in italic by Angeline Lim
Words in regular font by Timothy Hicks



Hydrangea blues
blooming in seven colors
versatile at heart
 
Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet
the rainbow
 
Gently wipes away a facade
reveals a layer
hidden within
 
Pretty just like yesterday
red-hot pokers
 
Playing fireworks 
on lovers' palates 
scintillating senses
 
The shared spaghetti noodle
growing shorter
 
Sunlight fading
into a sweet dream
aromatic  Osmanthus
 
'tween the slits of enclosed fingers
flashes of a firefly
 
Smolders of passion
unfolding within
Chrysanthemum  mysteries
 
Instead of the bee
her tender touch
 
Frozen fixture
all the yellow once in the field
now in the moon
 
Aesthetic display
of a crystallized Rose quartz
 
The snowy hills
at this time a strange warmth
morning blush
 
Purplish Crocuses
pop their cheerful heads up kisses blown
 
Thinking himself
to be King Arthur
startled butterflies
 
Surprised Tulips
opening lips with an exclamation
 
August heat!
there goes the evidence
of the snail
 
Spiraling down a Corkscrew vine
into a time portal



P.S. Haven't been on lately ... hope all is well with everyone :)


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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Dirty Old Man

Wotcha doin alookin at me dat way?
I can see you old enough an you wanna play.
Well let me tell ya sistah I may be a senior mistah
But I still know how to play.

Baby.     I'ma dirty old man.
A Dirty old man. 
I'm a Dirty old man you mama warned you about.

Dirty old man.

Wotcha doin alookin at me dat way?

Wotcha doin alickin on you lip at me?
I can tell you hot enough an want me t'see.
Well let me tell ya sistah I may be a senior mistah
But I still know what I see.

Baby.     I'ma dirty old man.
A Dirty old man. 
I'ma Dirty old man you mama warned you about.

Dirty old man.

Wotcha doin alickin on you lip at me?

Dirty old man. Dirty old man. Dirty old man.

I'ma dirty old man.
A Dirty old man. 
I'ma Dirty old man you mama warned you about.


Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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The Bulldog Gets Married

                                    The Bulldog Gets Married

The day is perfect:
  Sunlight gold
    Sapphire blue
                 The skies smile down upon us
                 And the silence rings with joy.

She too, stands perfect:
  Her Beauty pure
    Her dress like snow
          Swirls about her flawless youth; 
          The quiet music starts.

Together we walk
  Hand in hand,
    Stone by stone
             Her future waits before us,
             Shining in the sun.

She who won my heart
  Rules his today;
    There he stands,
             Ablaze with love and honor
             Watching our approach.

The final end of Childhood comes
  As with one kiss
    All is sealed
         With public vows and rings
         All who witness much approve.

And the photographs 
 Are duly taken
  And the friends all laugh in love
        As my daughter rules her Day
        With not the slightest show of effort

And the Past enfolds the Present
 As we lift each glass and toast
   And we all accept our Futures
         As the sun smiles on us all,
         Enfolding us in light

Shared memories fill
  The festive air
    The dying Summer
          Yet stretches out in languid Peace
          And makes this Day Eternal

Yet even Eternities end,
  Making way for others;
    The Forever light of Childhood
          Yields to Infinite Adulthood, and that to Age,
          And on into the starry Night approaching with the shadows...

Pair by Pair
  The guests depart
    The Couple leaves to start their Life.
          The silent Wheel turns ever on,
          Bearing us upon its rim.

So she who owns my heart
  Leaves holding his
    And All is as such things should Be.
          A Summer dies, a Fall begins;
          The Quiet rains around us.

A Forever Day, this Day;
  A piece of What Will Ever Be:
    Love and Laughter
           Wrapped in gold and sapphire,
            In a Silence that rings with Joy.


Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2014

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Calendar Caviar

*For Deborah Guzzi's The Twining Contest... 
*Co written with Linda-Marie Bariana

"Calendar Caviar"

Windy Winter,
Snowy, chilling cold,
Shivering frosty flakes blow.

Winter runs from Spring peeking back
With childlike eyes, seasons hide and seek.

Showery Spring rains,
Thunder, lightening on window panes,
With patriotic claims to so inflame.

Summer beckons breezes wave,
Vacations in deep warmth enslave,
Autumn delights with changing leaves.

Trees must answer with colors of
Yellow, orange and red; Fall daze.

Nature's Royal Flush, 
a potpourri of season's flair,
The shining star, of calendar caviar.


Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2010

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Different hearts

How to consider a house that’s not a home
How to consider a heart that stands alone
How to consider bee without its hives
This is me as you move on with your lives

I am the girl that is covered in sin
Proud and reckless but ashamed within
Broken, alone, I hide from it all
Hoping to hurt less when I finish the fall

Will you doubt when I tell you my lie?
Will you come back when I tell you goodbye?
Can you recover when I blow you apart?
Together, forever into different hearts.


Copyright © Crystal Wilkins | Year Posted 2011

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Holi

The trees smile for its been a while
To see the sprinkle of colours
Bewildering shades in blues and reds
Celebrate the coming of Holi

The canvas of earth with tints of mirth
And happiness, peace and delight
Splashes of vibrant flashy hues
Spring colours abound in flowers

A full moon and people swoon
Lighting the holy fire
The crimson blaze and Holika in lace
Is devoured year after year

Holi-An Indian festival of colours
Holika- An effigy burnt in the purifying fire, an end of evil


Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011

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FANGS OF TRICKERY



Under ghostly moon--
Bloody skeletons hang
Opening coffins

witches brew maggots in cauldrons
at the end of hooded dance

Shrieks from bleak alleys
Ruffle cobweb  hairs
Medusa hunts for flesh

a shortening  of pulses
mingles with children’s sweats

Pumpkin lanterns
expand knifed fangs
Loot bags ripping

from cracked windows of  trickery
Halloween’s beat mounting,  run!


*alternating 3- and 2-lines, traditional rengay

For Rusell Sivey's The Ultimate Halloween Contest
by nette onclaud


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012

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Soul Mates

Soul Mates

Loving life –
Magical music
Serenades two hearts.

Dancing in the moonlight.
Waltzing through fairy woods

Floating high
Suspended amid dreams 
Kissing heaven

Remembering
That special day
When lovers first met…

Hope touches.
Souls united.

Youthful hearts
Not so long ago
Sun setting—


Part 1:  Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Part 2:  Ingrid Smith-Johnsen
©  March 11, 2010

Poetic form: Rengay

Note:  My spouse, Ingrid, also writes poetry.  Because we have the same IP address, Ingrid 
is unable to post on Poetry Soup.  (One IP address per family I guess???)  So, we decided to 
take this opportunity to write together.  Thank you for the Rengay contest, Deborah.  Smiles, 
Dane Ann


Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

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Grape Squeeze

Grape Squeeze
By
Ingrid Showalter Swift

Shake me 
Take me 
Turn me inside out
Rake me 
Make me
Turn my life about 
Fake me
Partake of me
till ya turn the tide of doubt
Quake me
Don't forsake me
turn me into... a lover's shout


Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2013

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None read my Poem

Writing a Poem of Love
Not much to cheer
Guess not my love
No one is my dear

Everything is virtual
Nothing is real
None write for me
None bother to read mine

Can’t lead my life
This way in strife
I write for myself
The Poem is for me


Copyright © Suresh Iyer | Year Posted 2010

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Waterfall Trickles

waterfall trickles thawing ice releases drops.. moss 'pon rocks turns green The frozen giant towers Great mighty melting water waterfall's moisture seeps as spring awakes nature... deer sups deep from stream rain from mountain top turns to mist as it comes down.. rainbow in my eyes The bridal veil waterfall Seen through Azaleas' blossoms The morning day scents Come blooming into my life Melting waterfall
Russell Sivey & Sara Kendrick This is a collaboration between Sara and myself. She did lines 1,3,5 I did lines 2,4,6


Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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Christmas Cheer

Christmas day, two thousand years on,
what happened to peace and goodwill among men.
Nothing has changed since the day it began
when Herod tried hard to get rid of that man.

A lifetime spent fighting to rid man of sin
by spreading God’s word (though it never sunk in).
To finally die, nailed up high on a cross,
that proved to the world those with power are boss.

We celebrate Christmas to show that we care
for the goodwill of mankind that we’ll never share.
For two thousand years has been ravaged with war
there’s no living in peace, too much to fight for.

But Christmas, I’m sure, is just part of the game
to give us a break from a world full of pain.
So when once again it is that time of year
lets join in the charade and share Christmas Cheer.

Ivor G Davies


Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

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Dirty Hands

Dirty hands Caress the evil pumpkin Light shines bright The candle burns from within Attracting the lost souls near The air dissolves Where the ghosts reside They come swiftly Speaking a tongue Foreign to our lives Fear swells inside The darkness harbors my soul And kidnaps my lost being The whirlwind Of the deep dark night Allows fear to thrive
Russell Sivey


Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012

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old grist mill

the old grist mill stands nestled in the rocky bank red fall leaves surreal Vibrant blue sky glows stronger Shadowing my dim life's light red stained swift water rushes onward to the sea... slow decaying mill vibrant life vacant emotions rush, rapids flow heart and zest soggy The once spinning wheel silent Red Birds watch an era leave rocks wear smoothly slick as time ticks a new way starts cycling ways and days
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Contest: New Contest Team Work Sara Kendrick 1, 3, 5 Doris Culverhouse 2, 4, 6 Written September 19, 20, 21 Written from a picture of an Old Grist Mill Themes Red, Water, Grist Mill, Fall


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

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Magic Mirror Pieces

The magic mirror Many years of vicious use Lays shattered The evil witch of Hollow Street Cries now like a little baby The magic lost The power of the ages Now in pieces She picks them up One at a time as tears drop Then power ensues An ancient power comes to life Where a single piece carries spells With the single piece She now continues her terror Hope is now lost
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Picking Up The Broken Pieces" contest 10/20/2012


Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012

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Endless Cycle of Rain

A rumble of thunder
roars throughout
the dark furious clouds.

At dusk, grey sheets pour from
the overly moistened southern sky.

From the mount's tip
to the green valley below
humid thirst is quenched.

The bolts' jagged streaks
of energized light
momentarily deny any shadows.

Dawn breaks to overflowing pools
of varying bluish hues.

An orange solar heat
extracts a gift of brew
from the soaked wet land.


Copyright © Debra Mundine | Year Posted 2012