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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
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Collaboration between Sharon Weimer and Carrie Richards
for Debbie Guzzi's "Twining" contest
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
Never forsake me
turn my pain to a lover's shout
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*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.
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My timeless love
My heartstrings are yours
To tug on
You contain all my love
Every drop from a rose
The tenderness
You complete upon me
I feel each morning
A fire of passion
Well up within me
I want to share it
Each breath I have
Is only made for you
You surely caress
Our very soul and being
I love you
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Gail Doyle's "My Endless Love" contest
9/16/2012
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You are my best friend!!!!!!
You are my worst friend,
My naughty friend,
My best friend…….
You are my wrong friend,
My song friend,
My right friend,
My bright friend………
You are my dutiful friend,
My just friend,
My first friend,
My best friend……
You are my best friend
My naughty friend!!!
---har*****sheth..
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I started writing from the pain
Of my son’s death in Ninety-Nine.
When feelings were too hard to bear,
I’d write them all out, line by line.
Then I found out I liked to rhyme
In manner of poems I’d memorized.
I recalled them from my childhood days,
Much better than I’d realized.
Sometimes a solitary word
Will linger in my startled mind
Until it sprouts a full-blown poem
And satisfaction I can find.
Because of the Internet, my words
Have spread out for the world to see.
Only in these, my later years
Was that even a possibility.
My poems appear on my own page,
In each issue of official magazine
Of Washington State Federation of Garden Clubs
And have in The Saturday Evening Post been seen.
And of course I am often inspired
By the contests on these very pages.
I hope someday to write a sonnet
So good it’s savored throughout the ages.
But most of all I write my poems
To pass down to my progeny,
So some of me is to be found
When they search our genealogy.
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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
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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.
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A Beautiful Vampire
Clothed in Darkness
A Shadow Of The Night
He Watches Your Pearly White Neck
Your Blood Pulses Beneath
He Approaches Swiftly
Your Trapped In His Gaze
He Smiles Down At You
You See His Fangs As He Leans Down
His Cold Breath Is On Your Neck
Anticipation Quickens Your Pulse
Your No Longer Afraid
His Teeth Pierce Your Soft White Skin
Your In Ecstacy
He Drinks Your Blood
The Darkness Envelopes You
Rebecca Howard
September 27th 2012
Halloween
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Audrey Carey
#0459587 Jimmy M. Anderson
Raw energy....
Brilliant beauty rides the skies
Quick as the wink of an eye
Creating shadows, all exposed
In seconds, comes thousands of miles
Bolts like tentacles
Design patterns unique
Leaps, splits and burns indiscreet
No mercy she shows
To man, beast or plants
Smoke, and sparks left in trail
Moving forward wherever she wills
Destruction lies within her path
Man harvests her power
Like he tames a beast
An extraordinary feat
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Swimming, life carefree
Net tightens around the school
Deliverance, grace
May your hook always be cast
Where you least expect fish caught
Synergism, save
These lost fish, grateful intent
Catch and release, Life
Responsible now
Freedom, new life in warm water
Breach, spout words, joy, sing
School of life, protective school
Numbers rise with the right bait
Bait, love, nuturance
Guide... North Star...The leader Home
Reward eternal life
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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
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his are whimpers of breath,
lullabies drumming from a rising chest,
his is a soft pat on the head,
a wave of tenderness, trough to crest.
her right hand reaching back,
sensing a nape's outline with touch,
her left hand spider walking,
closing on a leg with a silky clutch.
buttery eyes in half stupor,
weightless minds near limp slumber,
swollen lips distantly throbbing,
tongues muted after flickings limber.
a cheek mere inches from the heart,
the other side kissed by the midday sun,
a moment of reprieve from beastly lust,
whose fiery roars are momentarily gone.
penile twitches against her back's contour,
drying up in its own sweet flaccid time,
reminiscing labias with a head all its own,
inside warm folds of rhythm and rhyme.
mellifluous ecstasy banishing uncertainties,
troubles held at bay by such willing surrenders,
no worries to murk flitting bright hearts,
when raptly swirling in gyres of such breathers.
jumble of sweaty limbs haphazardly entwined,
one languidly quiet and breezy afternoon,
a velvety couch and wispy rays of sunshine,
the leather’s exhales coming none too soon.
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