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That Night We Kissed

That night we kissed, my heart became a butterfly.
It sprouted wings and danced across the velvet sky,
then leapt across the multitude of stars there strewn
along its happy way to touch the crescent moon.
You held me close, but did you know my heart could fly?

And in its pounding, did you hear it testify
that you, and you alone, could ever satisfy
the woman that emerged from her secure cocoon
that night we kissed?

It onward soared with constellations yet to try. . .
my yearning heart, once captive, was no longer shy.
How can hearts set free be ever more immune
to sweet caresses in a night that all too soon
must have an end? I couldn't bear to say goodbye
that night we kissed.


For Joe Flach's Contest "First Time"
and now a very old oldie for PD's 
the May the best descriptive poem win~~~ ((old poems only))Poetry Contest

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To Feel

I want to feel my whole world burst, see scintillating stars dispersed across a vast unsullied sky the sapphire blue of my mind’s eye when life was fresh and untraversed. I want to jump again. . . headfirst into the ocean, be immersed as passion’s billows multiply. I want to feel! I want once more to WANT that thirst, expect the best and not the worst, to have my breath be stopped - to cry for heartbreak’s sake - not stop to sigh with rue that Fate can’t be reversed. . . . I want to feel. I saw a very interesting poem today called "To Feel Again" by a poet named "Little Known Nothing." I hope you will check it out and I hope I have written one that shares the "heart" of that poem. Coincidentally, I saw another poem with a very similar theme, which I also hope to have emulated: Wayland Bunch's "When I Ruled the World." For Catie Lindsey's 'The Heart of the Matter' Contest

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This Heavy Guilt

This heavy guilt weighing on me,
Like too many leaves on a little tree
Covered in rain from a sky that poured
I hurt a person who I adored
If I could have just let things be,
Then maybe he could now run free
Instead he stands numb with a silent plea
My actions, once sweet, are now deplored
This heavy guilt
He and I, once we
Now like locks without a key
The distance so great we could never ford
But his name still on my heart is scored
I wonder if the world can see
This heavy guilt

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I Dreamed a Butterfly

I dreamed a butterfly in golden days when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze. It fluttered to my cheek, sweet love to bring. My heart was wont to burst and wont to sing. In breath of morn was scent of bluebell sprays. On blossomed blankets of the fields we’d laze, and into one another’s eyes we’d gaze, my love and I, as April had her fling. I dreamed a butterfly. Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase, and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze. As cruelly as a wasp, he left a sting - and all the lovely plans we made took wing, leaving mere memories of golden days. I dreamed a butterfly. 2/21/13 For Francine Roberts' Spring is in the air Poetry Contest

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Heartthrob

Upon her thorny heart I bleed;
My rose I nurtured from a seed,
With blazing bloom and perfume sweet,
Who pricked me with her warm deceit,
To where I gladly bade her leave.

Her eyes and smile they did precede,
A witchly soul that did deceive,
My love to stumble with conceit;
Upon her thorny heart.

If I could pluck her to be freed,
And rip her from my soul, indeed,
My lesson thus would be complete,
Sough not a love in lusty heat.
To this my penance I accede, 
Upon her thorny heart.

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A Blazing Fire

A blazing fire is crackling its refrain as I recall a love, perhaps not sane. Beside this hearth you tenderly caressed my body and we simmered; then we pressed against each other. Heat was our domain! My heart now pulses rhythm with a rain which beats staccato on my window pane. Torrential is the longing in my breast - a blazing fire. The warmth of your embraces soon would wane. You left, but images have seared my brain. . . like you in glow of dancing flames, undressed. I wish with all my soul that I were blessed to have you here again, for I remain a blazing fire May 2, 2014, for the Irritate Me Poetry Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot

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Wearied Wanderlust

"Wearied Wanderlust" upon a gilded meadow glows a bottle of tender tears scattered ashes burnt and laden carpeting of stone ravished emotions turbulent feasting on flesh and bone filtering through fibers as escalating fears harbor broken dreams evaporating in waning years as visions petrified reside in somber tone upon a gilded meadow glows Life's chilling chant of haunted love still stalks a tattered heart is wandering, wearied and all alone swallowed a bittersweet taste of vacant cone in endless patterns of desolate walks upon a gilded meadow glows..

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The Darkness at Noon

The darkness at noon -  We’ve been led
to walk with a blossoming dread
through streets, as if we have no will,
and all the world is strangely still.
We walk - no word among us said.

We all had seen the sky grow red
before our sun, which warmed us, fled!
It only stayed with us until
                                   the darkness at noon.

Our lungs can breathe. We have not bled,
but we are now the living dead,
for all around us grows a chill
upon the earth. Gone is the thrill
of light and life!  We see instead
                                   the darkness at noon!

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The Priest with Spirited Eyes

The Priest with Spirited Eyes


Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes,-
  Shared love given to those with great need!
   Comforting hearts that hurt but don't bleed,
 With love spent in helping as precious time flies

Your healing gently washes away so many lies,
   Mercy prevails as you plant that seed;-
Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes,
   Shared love given to those with great need!

As welcomed as are rain clouds in desert skies
   Healing those victims with kindness and speed!
   Hearts mended, imprisoned Souls quickly freed,
With tender mercies prevailing and joy in the cries,
Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes.

Robert J. Lindley, 07/13/2014

Sponsor Debbie Guzzi 
Contest Name - Random Acts of Kindness 

Rondel
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet,
 rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the 
refrains, or repeats.

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Life Is a Dance

Life is a dance we were all born to do. The styles to choose from are more than a few! Some choose simple two-step; some move with flair. Some slow dance; some break dance, devil-may-care! Some free style, while others just dance on cue. Some tango with zest; some shuffle soft-shoe. Others glide easily, waltzing on through. Some change their partners; some stay one pair. Life is a dance. You start with the styles in your own milieu, then grow as you add on new moves you view. You’ll stumble, but sometimes dance on sweet air! Just keep the beat; try new steps if you dare, for where you end up is all up to you. . . Life is a dance! For Kim Merryman's Life Is... Poetry Contest

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Rebuild Anew

“Rebuild anew”, he said to me,
the one of stillness ‘neath the sea.
“Rise to the shore; as one we’ll stand.
These hardened castles made of sand 
protect your darkest memory.”

The lone wolf blows with certainty.
He shatters hollow masonry.
Destruction steadied by still hand.
Rebuild anew.

I only want tranquility, 
to end these tortures mindlessly.
My heart be still, my life be grand.
Upon the rock I claim this land
to reinvent my destiny.
Rebuild anew.

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Carousel

I hear their laughter and see their bright smiles, Going round and round with joy together, Their rhapsody reaches far beyond miles, I hear their laughter. I believe their dreams make this world brighter, Rich childhood experiences in wee while Will teach the love to make them grow better, A hold of their hands, a care that's tactile. Carousel, a cradle of young dreamer, Children galloping up and down in style I hear their laughter.
©2013by Leonora Galinta Aug. 17, 2013 12.50am Form: Roundel Second Place Contest: Carousel in Roundel Judged: 8/19/2013 Sponsor: Poet Nette Onclaud

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A Surprise Gift

A summer kiss on winter night precious gift enough to ignite my teenage mind with burning flame a neighbouring dame with sweet name a cage-free bird on its first flight. Many years ago but still bright in my mind like day's first sunlight and how I enjoyed when it came a summer kiss. Like molten wax of candle light lips melted as she held me tight passion's fire was hard to be tamed a surprise gift from that sweet dame taste of manhood on winter night a summer kiss. © kashinath karmakar (19th December 2011) ===============000================= Placement:7th (Dec.2011) Contest:Gifts Given,Gifts Received a Rondeau Sponsor:Cyndi Macmillan

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Autumn's Breath

The breath of autumn, from behind a veil of days lit golden, comes! The sun will fail to keep its fiery hold on us, and soon the trees will softly hum nostalgia’s tune as flutter-leaves reveal the season’s tale. Before fall’s glorious leaves begin to sail off limb of dying trees when chill winds wail, more welcome is (in nights beneath the moon) the breath of autumn! The bright hues of the season - never stale - stay warmly for awhile before they pale and winter brings to us its cold and gloom. Enjoy the harvest days; they are a boon! Release your soul to nature and inhale the breath of autumn. For Gail Angel Doyle's Autumn's Breath Contest

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I lay my head

I lay my head  upon the softness of its mane
My white charger, no knight for a swain
as I am the gallant rider looking for love.
Riding the green valleys with mountains above,
looking for hope in natures  fertile plain

A dream, a carousel  of  tears  and  pain
With bobbing horses making  a colourful train
Flying above a sure sign of hope, a dove
I lay my head 

Imagination in play as I search in vain
Why from happiness  must I abstain
My empty heart crying out to those above 
Praying each night, please bring me love 
Grabbing a handful of the silky white mane
I lay my head

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I See Beyond

I see beyond the clothes you wear, The color of your eyes and hair, The things you both love and deplore, Your status, education, or All other worldly things. I swear. . . My love for you cannot compare To any other’s. I’m aware Of what you need that you might soar! I see beyond. You are my child; when in despair, You need to know how much I care. I understood your soul before Your earthly sojourn! Evermore I’ll guide you. Come to me in prayer; I see beyond!
For Paula Swanson's Poetry Contest: I See Beyond

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Inside My Aqua Dream

Inside my aqua dream, a man, bright-eyed, stood beckoning to me in ocean’s tide. I saw him from the shoreline of a bay. His eyes, reflecting blue of water’s spray, were tinged with green, and I was mystified. A wave came crashing, and it multiplied. The man’s eyes shone like sea in sun of day, and then I knew. . .on land I could not stay inside my aqua dream. The mesmerizing stranger spoke; I spied a dolphin that appeared and gave a ride to both of us. We clung to silver-gray, and jumping on the ocean waves, away we traveled. How I longed to ever glide inside my aqua dream! Written 7/29/12 for Francine Roberts' "On the Ocean Waves" Poetry Contest

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COMES NOW THE HUSH



*rondaine form: rhyme scheme 
of a.b.b.a.a.b.R. a.b.b.a.R. ( similar to rondeau)


comes now the hush of white flowers as borealis crawls into the night my spirit enfolding light of incandescent earthly bowers clayed marbles tint the hours dazzling me with budding sprite comes now the hush and to feel sand and breeze in a weave the unwrapping of moon is bright knitting bone and flesh to swoon in flight dear inner god, grant me reprieve comes now the hush

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BEATLE MANIA


Look at us, all lonely people
Tasting your words as seasons roll
For dreams are reborn glazed by fire;
When strings explode, plucked to inspire
As lines croon, throbbing sighs kindle.

Notes of vision unchain time’s riddle
Let it be, verse rocks in vigil
Guitars strumming peace on live wire,
Look at us.

To all you say, make life flicker
While long and winding roads still dwell
Teaching the world love’s not for hire.
As fused pair, lyrics reach hearts’ spire
To cuddle hope, feeding desire,
Look at us.



~Lenon-Mc Cartney Team, inspiration
from the songs Eleanor Rigby, Let It Be,
and The Long and Winding Road

~To my uncles for their Beatles passion

~Beatle Mania Contest: Rhonda J. Saunders

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Moonlight on the Seine


We watched the moonlight on La Seine Glissading down in gold refrains But then, it seemed, the silence crept with old cliché's, we can't forget ... The moon's façade disguised the pain... C'est la vie, what would be gained to wish for things which can't remain ... But goodbye tears, are sometimes wept We watched the moon The same old songs are sung again Where lyrics speak in whispers, kept A déjà vu, that lingers yet Of love that left just sweet regrets We watched the moon
______________________________________ For the Contest: "C'est la vie"

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a satin veneer


                         ~the satin doll~
               had voluptuous curves, grandeur, 
                        ~the satin doll~
                  with sultry voice and a sweet smile,
                  moved a president, it is clear,
                   Marilyn was childlike veneer,    
                         ~the satin doll.~

                      Weave a RONDOLET 
                              For Nette
                    By John Moses Freeman

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This Most Auspicious Day

This most auspicious day, in any given year,
comes with blushing hue of dawn when that brilliant sphere
which sets a trenchant course so earth won’t go astray
shows us its abounding span of light, for midway
through our planet’s cycle, June’s Solstice time is near. . . 

Winter left me feeling hollow, but I now can hear
trills of birds, smell lilac, and see the sky more clear.
And it’s in the warmth of sun that I wish to stay
this most auspicious day!

Blooming like a sunflower, radiating cheer,
I’m in my element when summer months appear.
The sun beneath my skin ignites desire to play.
Who can think of labor when lust for life gains sway?
Time to shine in Zenith sun is time I hold dear. . .
this most auspicious day.

For PD's any poem goes (any topic , any form)Poetry Contest

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Where Two Once Stood

Where two once stood, now one alone Left to journey on their own Gone the love they chose to share Dashed in the ashes of despair A heart now turned to stone How for this loss will I atone Survive without the love I've known One broken heart beyond repair Where two once stood The petals of our love have flown Upon deaths winds loves seedlings sown The remnants of a life stripped bare One lonely soul still standing there Where two once stood

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CASTING HIS LINE


Casting his line, a love affair,
despite charcoal clouds and damp air,
my father would patiently wait
and trust in his favorite bait
for sweet solitude was rare.

Heaven, to him, was a low chair
by water, mouthing a prayer,
mom would gripe he’d stayed out too late
          casting his line.

Dad’s tall tales were beyond compare,
one pike was no match for a bear,
I miss how he’d ruminate...  
now, his rod I appreciate, 
so I take the greatest of care
          casting his line.




*written Dec 6, 2012

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Oh, Make My Christmas Bright

Oh, make my Christmas bright with gaiety, with scents of cookies baking and the tree, a fir bejeweled and lovely in its trim of silver tinsel sparkling from each limb. Oh, make the Yuletide shine with harmony. Yes, make it ring with laughter and with glee as crowded round the organ, family sing “Jingle Bells” and “Deck the Halls” with vim! Oh, make my Christmas bright. And make it ever gleam that I might see those glistening faces smiling back at me around the fireplace as day grows dim and all recall the miracle of Him we’re reverencing. How fond my memory! Oh, make my Christmas bright.
For Nathan a's Christmas Joy Poem (new or old)Poetry contest