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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
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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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
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2014
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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
Copyright © Christi Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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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
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
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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
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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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
Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2013
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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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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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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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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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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 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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*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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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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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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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
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
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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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
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 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
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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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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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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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
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