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Guessing Game

Death is but life and life is death, I wonder,
Where does the spirit go when it's released?
Many beliefs have a different thought,
The body is just breathing that has ceased.

We wonder how many years we have left,
We live them like there is no tomorrow,
We dance in sunshine and run from thunder,
Death is but life and life is death, I wonder.

Everyone has their own personal sins,
Hiding in a closet they built of fear,
All have free will to have them unleashed,
Where does this spirit go when it's released?

So many religions do not agree,
The true path to God is forever sought,
I choose to chase spirituality,
Many beliefs have a different thought.

We all have struggles way down deep inside,
With cracks and holes and roads that have now creased,
Believer, atheist, agnostic, all.
The body is just breathing that has ceased.

All you've done is done, no reason to cry,
There is much more as far as I can see,
Did you once try to help humanity?
Is this your blown up personality?
Death is but life.

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LOVER AND FRIEND

Relationships are precious, like lover and friend 
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care	
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end	
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? 

We are best friends, till death us part is what we swear 
Horizons shift from dark to blue on sprawling sand 
Through thick and thin, the solid bond will halt despair 
Relationships are precious, like lover and friend 

Stars and moon converge setting a happy trend	
Our dreams and goals pave one everlasting affair 
To each other's side we stand firmly to defend 
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care 

When eyes behold not just a friend but even more	
The carefree feelings change and deep emotions blend	
Will it be worth the risk that surely is in store?	
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end	

The battle rages like wild tempest right inside 
The urges unrestrained are there to give, to share 
Like burning lava hot to handle or to hide 
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? 

The jewels’ sparkle has to last and never fade	
A lasting sacrifice is one that leads the heart	
To rise above the pains from which true love is made 
Lover and friend must aim to play a lasting part	
Relationships are precious. 



Written collaboratively and hurriedly by ... :)
FIRST 3 STANZAS: OLIVE GUILLERMO
REMAINING 3 STANZAS: PAUL CALLUS

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I Dreamt

I Dreamt
“I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming…”

I dreamt I was a butterfly
Winging atop enchanted wood
O’er droopy willows shy
Like I, misunderstood

Beauty under misty sky
Entranced as only I would
As glimmering leaves fall under-hood
I dreamt I was a butterfly~

Captivated by a saddened cry
I float through trees like robin hood
I look to see, what I hear nigh
Winging atop enchanted wood~

Delighted, I am, to do some good
Young lass beneath the willows sigh
I approached her to do what I could
O’er droopy willows shy~

Alas, the nerve to flutter by
A butter-kiss she couldn’t shoo
She lifts her dimples, fascinated by I…
Like I, she’s misunderstood~

We play, our reflections
On the water still
Enraptured by immediate connection
I n’er knew such peace, until…
…I dreamt~ 
2011-07-07 (C) Miranda Lambert
Contest: "Daydreams, dreams and dreams" By: Constance La France

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GRANDDAD'S Homemade BEAN SOUP

GRANDDAD’S Homemade BEAN SOUP

Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. 
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. 
Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound. 
     His homecoming was grand, for he was good.  

If bells on grandma’s door knob jingled sound, 
     Or someone made the knocker tap on wood.  
He quickly would wake up though sleep he should. 
     Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. 

The neighbor folks came calling, gathered ‘round,
     And when they did, my granddad understood. 
That every ear would hear his tales, spellbound—
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. 

His stories, games and tricks blessed my childhood.  
     Fun memories within my heart abound.
And every one that on his shared path stood,  
    Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound. 

When he was near, I wore an invisible crown.  
     That he loved me, I clearly understood.  
Such love cannot be measured by the pound,      
     His homecoming was grand, for he was good.  

I dream that he, with heaven’s love is bound.
     Walking with God, talking…life, understood.
Smiling God says I’m glad you’re back in town.
     The angels now understand why, as they should 
                                         Bean soup was served.

Dedicated to My Granddad, David Elliott ("Ellie") Brandt Sr.
Who made my life magical even from a distance!

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 13, 2010
Poetic form: Rondeau Redouble’

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A DAVID FOR DAVID


He drifts among fireflies and splits the rain
A haze walking through Great Wall’s domain,
Twists of Copperfield’s runes whirls a relay
Under kliegs of stars, mind’s eye becomes prey.

Sweet alchemy washes real world’s strains
Where human life transcends the bleak of pain,
On enchanted tours, he eludes flames’ slay
Stuffing dreams with awe like quick pirouettes 
He drifts among fireflies.

Like our David whose challenges reclaim
True firmness blazing amidst night’s restraints,
His magic of hope strengthens with love’s gains
Miracles nourish through divine stream’s ray
With spirit lit by heaven’s grace, time obeys
He drifts among fireflies.


Dear David, may you continue to believe in the magic
 of fulfilled wishes and endless love

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*David Copperfield—renowned illusionist and magician

Cyndi MacMillan’s Contest: Davids for David
By nette onclaud



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The Melt Down

As ashen storm clouds brew above his head,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe. 
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.

Heated anger joins the howl on winds misled,
a wild child of tantrum's misdirected decree,
his glacial heart disperses rocky scree.
As ashen storm clouds brew above his head.

Mother melts beneath his glare, few tears shed
for him to see, her child she's failed by degree.
Oh, all the signs of madness she'd misread,
his furrowed brow denotes catastrophe. 

His wrath unleashed, now gone his kinder creed
though she still sees his arms widespread,
perhaps, a mother's love can intercede?
The lash of his tongue like fire brings such dread.

Unless his anger's dampened it may spread
destroying the bonds of sweet felicity, 
if she can not hold on to love's thread
a broken heart is all she can foresee.

Son can't you see the sun high overhead
upon his cheek a tears falls silently,
with her arms outstretched his mother plead
and on her shoulder he rested sullenly, 
as ashen storm clouds brew.


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Their Kind

In Japan the small is much revered, 
transformed within the womb of heart and mind
to grandeur never gained by those who fear
what is unseen, unsaid, what’s left behind.

A leaf, a sheaf, a treasured grief in kind  
becomes a shrine the living must repair,   
as is the brace of kite upon the wind                                                            
in Japan the small is much revered. 

When sunk beneath the tide it disappeared 
a transitory fate a watery clime.                                 
Arise, arise, on Mother’s crust appear
transformed within the womb of heart and mind. 

Birth the beauteous butterfly in time,
unite the scattered children to those dear,                        
and each sylvan mountainside will align
to grandeur never gained by souls who fear.

Hurl all regret aside and persevere
reform what’s torn, to budding new design.
The ghosts must wait attendance, must forebear
what is unseen, unsaid, what’s left behind.

For each bold challenge met the world cheers
Japan is a nation where ties do bind
and the fate of all will be, well shared       
the youngest to the eldest of their kind
In Japan……….


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To Slam the Door

To slam the door when life becomes a chore
we hide the pain behind a vacant stare;
for gall will bring decay and wash ashore,
declare itself for one and earth to share

a ruptured vein before its path, then bare
its tender rim to skim the crust and pour
a raw and bitter truth. We must prepare
to slam the door when life becomes a chore.

Yet truth is firm and often we deplore
the yen we feel when caught beneath its snare;
we struggle, push, and seek to know the score,
then hide the pain behind a vacant stare.

With shattered shell and bloodied heart we dare
to venture over swells and strive for more
than canker-friends whose trickster-tongues declare: 
"For gall will bring decay and wash ashore

debris so deadly, you may soon abhor
the wound which sears your soul; do not despair,
accept the blame, allow the blighted bore,
declare himself for one and earth to share."

The scabs will heal if salved with velvet care,
yet slow the mile beneath our feet, before
relief is jelled with comfort sweet and rare; 
true friends await whose virtues we adore,
                                          to slam the door.



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Goodbye Johnny Walker

Goodbye Johnny Walker
Joanna Davis


I swear I’m in a nightmare
I know it’s some bad dream
this craving for the deadly juice
is nothing new it seems
Our life is one long quarrel, 
a battle no one can win
Am I paying a kind of penance,
for some past life of sin?
I won’t put up with this forever
the smell or wavering gait,
If I stay with you much longer,
I’ll surely be tempting my fate
A soul that’s soaked with liquor,
with breath to ignite a match
But your handsome looks so deceiving
I naively believed you a catch!
You’ll promise it’s the last time,
say you’re done… that it’s the end!
But in me you see a nagging wife,
while in the bottle - a comforting friend
Tell me exactly how, I can win,
or compete with something so pure?
What kind of psychological jargon,
would even up the score?
This demon is so elusive,
someone, somewhere, please advise me
What spirits will finally convince you
to seek your desired sobriety!



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Life's Seven Seas

The sails are raised upon the ship "Unknown,"
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.
I look upon such things as I am shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.

I now am sailing with a gentle breeze-
to learn of what I can until I'm grown;
so I can handle life with greater ease.
The sails are raised upon the ship Uknown."

There's waves I find in life that have been blown,
upon my ship by other ones decrees.
My skills at sailing these rough waves have grown-
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.

The shores I look upon are laced with trees,
their colors looking like they have been sewn
by angels with embroidery degrees.
I look upon such things that I am shown.

The work I do sometimes I will bemoan,
but with it I have gained such victories!
I seek a light that never has been shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.

Sometimes these oceans seem like they will freeze,
still other nights it seems I sail alone.
It's then I get down on my hands and knees,
To pray to God because He's on the throne.
The sails are raised.

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Yin Yang

Yin Yang
Joanna Davis


We make our own demons
create our own gods
our lives are a series of evens and odds
In the ebb and flow of the rockiest tide,
truth is a pearl, we all seek to hide
Success, just failure turned on its head,
The path to victory, is littered with dread
Desire and fear a fraternal twin,
thoughts control if you lose or you win!
A need, a plan, action and grace,
will shield you from all arrows you’ll face
You cannot win, without playing the game,
if nothing is changed, the results are the same
The life you make is all in your mind,
to have tomorrow you must leave yesterday behind.


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Friendly Freeformmmm

'Baby, you taste like chocolate,
 
You and me we'd make a great rhyming couplet.
 
A.K.A a grinding couplet.'
 
 
 
'You can get on top of me like enjambment.'
 
 
 
'I can show you some wild imagery,
 
Me on you, you on me.'
 
 
 
'Metaphor stands for meet-at-four,
 
We'll get it on till the break of dawn.'
 
 
 
'Damn, could you BE anymore sexual?' -an example of a rhetorical question you could include...
 
 
 
'S-s-s-s-s-SEX!'- an example of sibilance you could use (and probably will).
 
 
 
'Annotate me honey, and together we can achieve a deeper meaning.'
 

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Faith

Don’t worry about the future,
what will be, will be
Take some time to look around
a beautiful world, you’ll see

Why worry about tomorrow?
It’ll come whatever we do
Be kind to yourself, you’ll find,
courage will see you through 

Have you ever had a dream, 
a plan, idea or invention?
Yet, never bothered to stay the course,
or given it a mention?

Now’s the time to follow your dream,
release all your tension and stress
You hold the power to change your life,
don’t settle for anything less!

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Lover and Friend

Relationships are precious, like lover and friend 
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care	
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end	
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? 

We are best friends, till death us part is what we swear 
Horizons shift from dark to blue on sprawling sand 
Through thick and thin, the solid bond will halt despair 
Relationships are precious, like lover and friend 

Stars and moon converge setting a happy trend	
Our dreams and goals pave one everlasting affair 
To each other's side we stand firmly to defend 
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care 

When eyes behold not just a friend but even more	
The carefree feelings change and deep emotions blend	
Will it be worth the risk that surely is in store?	
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end	

The battle rages like wild tempest right inside 
The urges unrestrained are there to give, to share 
Like burning lava hot to handle or to hide 
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? 

The jewels’ sparkle has to last and never fade	
A lasting sacrifice is one that leads the heart	
To rise above the pains from which true love is made 
Lover and friend must aim to play a lasting part	
Relationships are precious. 

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Contest: Collaboration
First 3 stanzas: Olive_eloi Guillermo
Next 3 stanzas: Paul Callus
April 15, 2014
Form: Rondeau Redouble
Sponsor: Jared Pickett
  


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When Crystal Breaks

I like to cuss sometimes
ok, more like many times
when seems the hooty-toots
need bringin' down.

I'm not scared of you
and I'll trump your charm in that
I'll ride your yacht and eat
all your peanut butter, too.

Wiggle my teeth atcha
your kindness I'll never forget.

It's just me, you know
the one you love so

is livin' it as if
I'd never met you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Samaritans

Joanna Davis

How much are you… willing to give?
Lay down your life so they may live.
In this cold world when passions flame
burns so bight beneath your name.

I still believe in what your said…
that time will come in days ahead
when love and hope will rule the day
Hate is forced to run away.

I look for your face, you hold my hand
Give me the grace to understand
Tell me now, what I should do?
Strength of will to see it through

Justice cowers, forced to hide
Too afraid to step outside
Could you stand firm of foot and say
I'll not let fear get in my way?

When a cold white world freezes the truth
Stillborn’s the child and stunts the youth?
Justice is blind, for if she saw, 
She’d cry her eyes till they were raw. 

I know you not; you know me less 
With broken bone do I confess
Sightless eyes feel the pain,
of ruptured heats and punctured vain.

Sole less; heatless, skeletal, carcass. 
Statue standing, arms erect
Belches out the crown’s reject. 
Justice tight shuts her sight from view
With all that blood...well wouldn’t you?


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Love In Perpetuity

Joanna Davis You can pass it on with Just a touch It really doesn’t take Too much A wink, a smile Unspoken look There’s no end to love’s Great book Your heart will feel Soul can tell Passions rise to form A spell Once it’s cast none Can break All earthly riches You’ll forsake To feel its heat Breathe it in Love’s not a game you play To win Cost to give, free To take Price you pay Heart the stake Some will accept Others berate A single kiss will seal Your fate If lovers knew They’d never win This game of love Would not begin They’d be no children On this earth If women shied At pain of birth For as long as life They’ll lovers be Love’s here to stay In Perpetuity

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Brave Heart

What do you do 
when it becomes clear
the ones that you loved,
have been less than sincere?

That they plotted and watched 
for your demise,
while you constantly wished for them
clear blue skies
When the love you offered
was for granted taken;
All your hopes and plans,
seem now forsaken

Do you crawl back in
that shredded skin?
Or now take time to 
search deep within...
For the courage that’s been there
right from the start,
as you embark on life’s journey
with a brave new heart! 


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Smile

Joanna davis 

A smile can bring a breath of fresh air
to a heart that’s been broken
or a soul in despair

A smile needs no sound
‘NO YOU DON’T HAVE TO SHOUT’
Sometimes your mouth will open
and you teeth shine out

A smile is infectious
just look and see...
I think you’ve just caught
that crater from me!


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I Could Be A Whore

I could be a whore
if I had the chance
if I couldn’t write, or I couldn’t dance

I could be a whore,
if I were in your shoes
if I had more to gain, and far, far less to lose

I could be a whore
if I had mouths to feed
if they were sick and dying, had a greater need

I could be a whore
if I knew nothing more
if my life was blood let, behind a polished door

I could be a whore
but I’m glad I have a choice
to speak for those, who haven’t yet the voice

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Soul Food

Bagels and baguettes
Bap or fried bake,
The fruits of the flour
are easy to make

Chollah, chapatti  
Cinnamon bun
These global delights
make eating such fun

Filled with Caribbean sweet meat
like Guava jam,
Scottish smoked salmon; 
Or Danish roast ham

Add a fresh fruit salad,
 some sparkling wine
A candle, red roses and  
you’re ready to dine.



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Repose

Jo Davis


When your heart’s been broken
Or your spirit’s feeling low
And you’re looking for direction
a place where you can go
Remember that~ although the pace
may at often time seem slow 
Your faith will be your shelter
a place where you can grow
Don’t hide behind the shadow
of another’s dream,
for while you seek the river
they may be searching for a stream
So if the day looks cloudy,
the sun, not in your sight
What may seem your darkest hour,
is just a still and restful night.

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Love Like A Rose

A rose should be given to a mother, For a special kind of woman she could make. A good mother is a hard somebody to be; Such a hard task only she would undertake. Love has its wilts and blooms Like between child and mother. Love will continually blossom If given the chance to one another. In life's times of drought The flower will fall, But then the rain comes to mend, And again it blooms after all. If roses are red And violets are blue, Then that special woman As I feel, would be you. I send you this poem With showers of the love That comes from your child On the wings of a dove.

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A Silent Prayer

Joanna Davis

Politician pity me
My pent-view tenement sanctuary
These panoramic views you see
Only serve to tether me,
The putrid stair a bloody
And decaying maze
Of putrid souls
In a morphine daze.

Please doctor, in my
Minute’s appointment
Don’t dismiss my pain with
The usual ointment
The scars that you
Refuse to see,
Have made me doubt 
My sanity.

And preacher, when you gave
Your blessing
Did you ever wonder why
I was missing?
Condemning my absence
as a lack of faith,
My soul to the suffering
Of purgatory’s state.


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Rhythm Of Life

Joanna Davis

The' jingle, jangle', of life’s bustling pace
is filled with concords of the human race.
Towards and ending that’s yet to unfold, 
for the next generation our story is old

The tour we embark on, each step we take,
is forever deciding the choices we make
The limbo, two-step, waltz or the jive 
Will all play a part in how well we survive.

If you listen carefully to every sound,
you’ll flow with the music, not stumble around
When in tune with beat, each step you take,
Becomes part of life’s rhythm, make no mistake