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Crescent Waltz

She slants her shining, golden glance
Across desert, mountains, rivers, plants
Greets her rising, true romance
In the purpling, opposite skies

Her lunar love, her heart’s delight
Soars to ever darker height
For each, the other’s perfect, right
It’s on their wings time flies

She seems asleep within the night
Yet always, somewhere, she’s brilliant, bright
Motionless in constant flight
Each day its own surprise

They’ll never meet – there’s not a chance
These partners in eternal dance
Of darkness, light – they both enhance
The world with their long goodbyes


As their crescent waltz achieves crescendo
Sans artifice or innuendo
Young children start to play Nintendo
While adults stir and rise

Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2007

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One Love, One Life

I gazed at your beauty and your hair cascading, You glanced at me- O, he is handsome, this man; Your sensuous lips so tempting, captivating, I laughed and it was a deep rumbling laugher. And this was the beginning of our love affair, Your family would not approve of this pairing; On a ship leading you to a life of despair, So we met in secret, making love and talking. As the ship entered port you slipped me your address, I let go of fate gifted love- reluctantly; We have been corresponding, our words a caress, O the torture of distance, what of destiny. I will never forget our gifted nights of bliss, So a secret journey I have planned- a voyage; You love me with true love and I long for your kiss, And I will beseech for your hand in marriage. Last week I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter, I let go of fate gifted love- reluctantly; This time away, from your touch became harder, O the torture of distance, what of destiny. Fate gifted us, drinking passion from its chalice, Waking flames serving first to increase our ardor; Summer, your sweet roses covered our palace, This time away, from your touch became harder. I look across this wind-blown majestic ocean, Mind turns to epic sadness of our parting hour; I begged then for distance erasing potion, I tried to remain your rock hard castle tower. The desperate, longing look- your beautiful face, Informing me the dire depts that you found this clutch; I reminded you, no distance could our love erase, Or lessen my need to feel your soft, gentle touch. Last week, I sent you a love-soaked, tear-stained letter, Now, board a ship that will take me to my true love; Reading my golden love sent, you will feel better, Never my loving touch shall you be deprived of. _____________________________ December 5, 2015 Tail-Rhyme Co-write with Broken Wings and Robert Lindley

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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Come Sit by My Side

[Hymnal Measure Structure, a4,b3,c4,d3 with internal rhyme]

Come sit by my side, my sweet August bride,
	We’ll speak of the things we hold dear.
Of wind in the trees and fire in their leaves
	At our favorite time of the year.

Don’t you remember how deep in December
	We’d listen to snow softly falling?
Though faint in the ear its message was clear,
	A breeze from up north had come calling.

I wish there were more than just these twenty-four
	Hours to spend in a day.
Then we’d go far, our guide the North Star,
	And surely—at length—find our way.

But what to do until then, my dear, treasured friend,
        As hope’s often met with dismay.
Hearing all the day’s news and questionable truths,
        The will to do good goes astray.

So let’s run and hide, my wise August bride
	To a place that no one can find.
On a mist-covered shore we’ll be happy once more,
	As we leave the real world far behind.	

5th Place, Any Poem Goes, Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013

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Kate and Isobel

*There are only two damsels in this tale; all variations were simply for ease of writing.

Once Kate and Isabella went
To see the pretty fields of Gwent
And traipse through forest shade
They packed a picnic lunch for two
And skipped away in dresses blue
To find a charming glade

First tea and cakes, then off to play
They laughed and wandered all the day
'Till day was waxing faint
Then homeward faced, linked arm in arm
With never fear to cause alarm
Nor caution bring restraint

Alas! Alas! there lay a hole
With plot to swallow heart and soul
One golden-headed girl
That wretched hole may death berate
And end of being imprecate
That vile, vicious churl!

"Oh, help me, Kate!" cried Isobel
But fingers slipped and in she fell
'Mid shock and disbelief
Then Isabella, far below
Called, "Quickly, Katie! quickly go
For aid and sure relief."

Then Katie knelt beside the brim
Once sparkling eyes with tears aswim
And said, "I'll here remain."
But Isobel at once demurred
"Oh, Kate, some help must be secured
I cannot move for pain."

So off she went and searched around
But not one soul could there be found
Nor ever likely step't
She stopped awhile to sit and rest
Her folded hands to bosom pressed
And there she softly wept

A mounted knight then riding by
Beheld her tears and heard her sigh
And off his palfrey lit
Said he, "Fair damsel, golden-haired
Such doleful frame must be repaired
So speak thou whilst I sit."

"Alas, good Knight!" quoth woeful Kate
It may, I fear, be just too late
To save my friend to day
With haste, good knight, come, follow me
And see if succour yet may be
Oh, help me, knight, I pray."

The knight bestrode his lofty seat
Then set her aftward nice and neat
And off they set at trot
The knight she held with firmest hold
'Till at the pit both dark and cold
They Isabella sought

While night sped on at rapid pace
The knight set out to win the race
And save the damsel whole
A rope he from his saddle fetched
And tree to Isabella stretched
Then clambered in the hole

Right down the rope he quickly swung
And to her side he deftly sprung
He raised her from the dust
He tied a rope from waist to waist
And she her arms about him placed
In sweet, confiding trust

A span or two to hand he climbed
With Isabella right behind
'Till safety was secured
Then Kate and Isobel embraced
Said Kate, "What awful things you faced
And terrors you endured!"

Well, this was Isobel's reply
"Oh, Kate, I should not tell a lie
In word or even deed
Except to brave that curséd fall
It really was not bad at all
I knew you would succeed."

Then to the knight she turned and saith
"I thank thee, Knight, by all my faith
For saving me this night
Thus here I give my ring to wear
And trust that ye might ever fare
As well in ev'ry fight."

Then quoth the knight, "Thy ring I take
With faith that it myself will make
A nobler, better man
To fight for justice, truth, and peace
In hope that vice and evil cease
In ev'ry way I can.

"But let us neither tarry long
For hark! the cricket's evening song
Pervades the damp'ning air
So let me take thee, damsel, home
'Twould never do to leave thee roam
On halting legs to there."

Thus Isobel his palfrey rode
While Kate and he beside her strode
Right to their township sweet
"'Tis Belle and Kate!" the watchman called
And quickly down the drawbridge hauled
That they their kin might meet

The threesome turned from roads away
To streets of black and muted grey
'Till safely home at last
"Oh, praise the Lord," quoth Isobel
That though some trouble us befell
Those troubles now are past!"

"'Tis not so true," quoth Knight with grin
There yet remains to get thee in
And halting legs at that."
Then from the palfrey off she slipped
The knight her falling figure gripped
And bore her o'er the mat

His burden carried up the stairs
'Mid father's, mother's wond'ring stares
And gently placed in bed
Her father asked her why he came
She said that she was nearly lame
And dizzied in the head

At that he wished the knight to stay
But through the dark he rode away
His lamp the crescent moon
And though he had some deed to do
Those pretty maidens somehow knew
The knight would see them soon

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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A Love Song To A Beloved

‘‘A friend once in his youthful flight 
Had found a beauty delight
Though distance stretched them in mileage
But their love was destined to find a page’’

A lark that sings in the morning bright
Ke-ke-li, O Kekeli! My beautiful light
The hanging garden upon my sight
Hands of fate has woven a happy home
A love of current, stronger than the Law of Ohm
Invigorating, a love connected at heart
Which God designed never to part

Where there is love,they say there is a way
Our love I believe is here to stay
Kekeli, my beloved, sing me a serenade
A song of an angel’s grade
That in heaven’s clime pervade
Sing it across space and time
And make it last like a rhyme

My beloved Kekeli! You’re my light
You’re my Hephzibah, my only delight
Thou art fairer than Friedan Betty
Thou art matchless in beauty
So calm and inviting like the blue sea 
Beauty not to be told but for eyes to see

Behold my mistress of fair skin 
Eyes of diamonds, pure and pristine
O Tell me, you whom I was made to love
One, unique in your choicest apparel
Lips of zebra stipes set with a berry
The hanging petals of a blossom cherry
Chief among all my thousands buddies
O Kekeli! The only ruby my finger shall find
And wouldn’t be ashamed to be called uxorious

"For as a young man marries a virgin
so shall your sons marry you, and as
the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
so shall your God rejoice over you". Isa 62:5

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

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                            ~ Sandalwood ~ 

                      Fall days leaves of gold orange and grey
                     this scent fills my room with passion my mind with clarity
                     The senses are calmed and my inner soul strengthens 

                      As if I can visualize inner peace
                        watching the many trees fall 
                         The scent of Sandalwood reminds 
                             ~ of what once stood  ~
                              allowing me to accept all

                          bringing solace to my soul 
                             filling the air of past and present 
                      one of natures gifts holds a musky oil passionate 
                      enlightens all senses reminding me 
                     of Native American ways fires blazing 
                      children dance and listen to old ways
                     Thunder and rain in the misty Canyons 
                        dessert Sage and Sandalwood 
                       close my eyes yet seeing the truth 

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Stir Of Echoes

Stir of echoes
Run through my mind
I see them there 
All the time
Where do they come from
And why are they there
Echoes all around me
I try to erase them 
Echoes out of time
They're on repeat 
 All the time
Stir of echoes
Is what I hear 
They're getting 
Closer all the time
Stir of  echoes 
Is what I hear
The closer I get 
The more I fear 
I'm losing my mind !

Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2010

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Devils favorite things

How can people want rights but they aren't right
While working in the daylight with souls bright as night
The creator shall judge the judges, The evil deserves evil
Good people will get what is equal to their actions
And immoral skin passions have fatal lessons 
God has a scale where He weighs & sits 
Because everything has equal opposite
We selfish to others but hold our nose when they sell theirs
And not giving pardons while expecting God’s cares
And blessings while leaving others with our bee stings
Now turn to your devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

To be right there's no wrong, the righteous are morally strong
You need more than calcium to be the backbone of society
While society breaks you, to makes you. Surprisingly,
The -able are ignorant and unstable 
Unable to add-up in the moral table
Telling fables of multiplication while being divided
Trying to add reasoning in facts provided
Their individualism is subtracting from the fold
Being percentages of a percentage, losing the stronghold
False foundation told about a “Doomed Youth”
While the witty wise horde the fake truth
As the truly righteous shake their head and sings
Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

The battle of truth lies in the beheading of lies
The Righteous must write us 
For justice to be just to us and right us
Bleeding thoughts to think, words to ink
Carving insight to push sanity to the brink
Punching Intel, in mind, for knowledge to sink
Unfold stories consoled foretell tails told
Today's prophets profit profits with souls they forfeit
Crumbling towers with warped foundations
Ripping families but cursed lives they’re facin’
Losing the troubleshooting; uprooting with a booting
Bearing false fruits flawed brings
Now play with your devil’s favorite things 
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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Poseidon's Realm

Be warned! Who goes there at his helm,
this corner of Poseidon's realm
belongs to ME.

From shiny crest to briny floor,
horizons ledge to edge of shore, 
I OWN this sea.

As such, each vessel, by design,
that ventures here, is also mine. 
...As is its bank.

But fear ye not! When come one's dues
a Debtor, in tolls stead may choose
to walk the plank.

Ah yes - my sea's a lovely one
but devils work is never done
so I set sail...

And soon I am sixteen again,
keen for the next adventure in
this pirates tale.


Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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A Dog's Night Prayer to God

Lord, thank you for this boy, Who fed me and gave me a nice home; Thank you for my good fate, You didn't allow me to stay With the street dogs and went on astray. I am asking you to bless me and my little master, To keep us both safe tonight, And far from mischievous chiefs and intruders, Pour upon us your Holy Spirit, That we may both have a good night sleep. As we both lay down on the cozy bed, Give us a wonderful dream, Dream........dream.......dream.. and dream, Of that biggest bone which in my life I haven't yet seen, And Lord, please save my loudest voice, For tomorrow's duty of barking and guarding.
Note: The idea was conceived from a beautiful picture of a boy with his dog praying before going to bed. The picture was taken from the internet. They are so cute! From this poem where I created a short movie in memory of my dog, Saver.

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012

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My garden work was once pure joy when shared with my girl and boy. The toil was slight. Now that I do the job alone it truly tires me to the bone, an old age plight.
By: Joyce Johnson For Dr. Mehta's "Tail Rhyme" Contest

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

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Each Spangle From Your Tree


When you have fallen fast asleep,
I'll crawl toward your hall and creep
out through your door...

Advancing quickly through the gloom,
I'll prance into your living room
and as you snore,

I'll pulverize your rug and purr,
while sizing up your Douglas Fir.
Then, I will leap!

And dangle ever frantically,
until each spangle from your tree
is in a heap.

I'll slash your floppy socks's toes
and gnash your boxes tops's bows
in savage bites!

Then lift, at last, my pretty tail
and spritz a blast of 'Kitty Male"
to wreck your lights!


Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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My Words are Safe

I know my words are safe with you
They flow from my heart tried and true
I have nothing to fear
You will protect and not harm me
For my beauty is what you see
To my heart you are near

I’m free to expose how I feel
You cherish what you know is real
I flourish with your praise
I’m not careful of what I write
I know the truth you’ll bring to light
My thanks to you I raise.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Seagulls bob at rest on the ocean waves.
A tired fisherman the predawn chill braves,
disgorging his catch on quay.

Gutting knives of vendors clicking like claves,
staining blood red and sliming the cask staves.
A twist of the wrist the key.

Sponsor:	Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name:	Your favorite tail rhyme, past or present

[This is a truncated poem of an original 4 verse Tail Rhyme written by me some time ago, incorporating Rich Rhyme: "quay"/"key".]

Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2012

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Casting Couch


May I please say before we start
that I am PERFECT for this part?
It's in my SOUL.

You might as well go lock the door,
cuz right here's what you're looking for.
I AM this role!

But why take chances? Just in case,
I've put plans B and C in place.
(So I'm not not stiffed)

Lets just say I have money, dear.
Who couldn't use a twenny here?
 *wink*.... catch my drift?

Need more to prove that I'm no slouch?
Just show me to the casting couch.
THAT talent's free...


No -  thank YOU, Sir!!    When's best to call?
I just KNEW once you'd seen it all...

Oh...............     You'll call ME...?


Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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During the rainy season,under the tree,
I was sitting on the stone near the sea.
With opened hair and glittering eye,
I looked at the moon,up high in the sky.
Just then the tear flowed down my cheek,
Aah!my life has become a damn freak.
I closed my eyes n saw u,
I wanted to say I want to hear something from u.
But I realized…
During the rainy season,under the tree,
I was sitting on the stone near the sea.
Just then a cold breeze blewed,
I smiled and turned back,thought It would b u..
But Alas!
Green bushes and tall trees were all that I cud see,
Days and night I kept waiting for Thee…

Copyright © Zainab Rasool | Year Posted 2015

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Security of My Homeland

Sitting on the boundary, defending Pakistani border, 
Not feeling alone as its Almighty Order, 
Security the way I take Almighty Pleasure, 
Face all troubles Don’t matter how Harder, 

You the sword of nation, and country pride, 
Chest you up brave heart, don’t sit aside, 
Strive for success in the battle field, 
Chase your enemy, don’t you Hide, 

Protection of country lead You earn the Heaven Above, 
Vaporize your passion like blazing stove, 
Nothing is important then the worth of Homeland, 
Give your best as you do in Love, 

The honor, dignity and delight of Martyr, 
Takes your soul so Higher, 
As the pleasure of real success is Eternal, 
So! Don’t  evade, never give up, Not be Tire.
(Feel it alright as The Best Man do a Best Job as You! ! !)

Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry | Year Posted 2013

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Half To Share

Books half opened Lines half written A bridge half built is halfway there. Bones half broken Lives half hidden A heart in half has half to share.

Copyright © Annie Brittle | Year Posted 2012

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The gamecock is fit for the fight,
its strength conditioned for the night,
nothing drowns the fears.

The lector’s whip has left its sting
They turn deaf ears as lashes ring,
mirth amid the sneers.

The matador has done his job,
no one can hear the bull heart’s sob,
the selfish crowd cheer.

A beach full of dead jelly fish,
Ever ponder ‘bout their last wish?
no one sheds a tear.

The Son of man hung on the cross.
We shamed His Kingdom, it’s our loss.
The mob came to jeer.

@Ronald Zammit - All rights reserved

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2015

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The Power

The Power Love,,,,,,the ,,,,,power,,,,,Of,,,,Something, It’s,,,,,,,opposition,,,,,,,is,,,,,,Nothing,!,,had,,,,, humanity,,,,,,,,,,,,rather ,,,,,be,,,,,,,,nothing,,,,zit,,,,nada,,,,,? The,,,,,,,Power,,,,,,,had,,,,,,,to ,,,,,start,,,,,,,somewhere,,,,, rather,,,,,,,we,,,,,it,,,,, not ,,,,,,started,,,,, will,,,,,we,,,,,,cut,,,,,,off,,,,,our noses,,,,,, to,,,,,spite,,,,our ,,,,faces,,,? Will,,,humanity,,,cut,,,off,,,it’s,,,,own,,,,nose,, the,,,,, thing,,,,,love,,,,,,created,,,,to,,,,,spite,, God,,,,,our,,,,,,face,,,,,? Some,,,where,,,,,before,,,,time,,,,,began,,,,faith,,,,,God,,,,love,,,,, had,,,,,to,,,,,be,,,,,,interjected,,,,,for,,,,,,humanity,,,, to,,,,,,become,,,,,the,,,,,,reflected,,,,,! Can,,,,,,,,,we,,,,,,,not,,,,,,all,,,,,call,,,,,the,,,,nature,,,of,,,,it,,,all,,,, love,,,,the power,,,,God,,, Faith,,,,,,in,,,,,power,,,,,, Created,,,,,,us,,,,the,,,tower,, of,,,,,God’s,,,,power...? Or,,,,,will,,,,,the,,,,,derivative,,,,mind,,,,,intertwine,,,,,, into,,,,,,reflective,,,,,,,,,world,,,,,continue,,,,,,the whine,,,,,,,,without,,,,,the,,,,,,power,,, we,,,,continue,,,,,to,,,,sour,, by,,,the,,hour,,, in denial,,of, God’s,, Face, The, Power, by Faith!!

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2009

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Fibrolicious - Fib Contest Entry

It was birds Yes Ducks !, Mallards no less
Flown down from Alberta that made this great mess !
I tried to stop them though I shivered in fear
They flew right on past me and landed right here.

They surrounded your cupcakes like an army brigade
and attacked them they did not a one could be saved !
Frosting was flying from the mauls of their beaks
cupcake crumbs scattered all around their webbed feet !

And when they were done and finally flew out
the leader duck threw the last cupcake in my mouth !
I tried not to eat it but it was stuck to my lips
I guess they were just hungry after their long trip ?

Copyright © Randall Conklin | Year Posted 2016

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As Always, Too Late

to ask to be forgiven 
and to truly forgive, 
to make amends, 
to soothe hurts with a vow,
the most opportune time,
my friend, is now;

             instantly we hate, 
             cautiously we love,
             belatedly we miss 
             and long for the one
             who has been unloved 
             now dead and gone;

                          postponing kindness, 
                          hesitantly, we wait,
                          tomorrow, as always, 
                          comes too late,
                          the undertaker knows 
                          the tears, the date.

Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2007

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Implicit Consent


                          I'll be the last to see your guise
                          a reason to love and be wise
                          slow on the uptake... slow

                          I'll ignore excuses, delays
                          your lost smile and your silent gaze
                          I'll never know, never know


Copyright © Usual Suspect | Year Posted 2012

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"Moonbound" golden Moon tempts lovers to taste fruits of sweet nectar 'neath glows baste lips part to kiss ... passion ignites flesh to make haste inhaling fragrance without waste ecstasy's bliss ... *For Black-Eyed Susan's Favorite Tail-Rhyme Contest. *Nov. 14, 2012.

Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012

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Caffeine High by Carolyn Devonshire

Caffeine High
He works like a well-oiled machine
But only when filled with caffeine
No power within

The caffeine is just a smoke screen
He won’t even stop for cuisine
So he’s string-bean thin

Phenomenal  woman, Carolyn Devonshire illustrates her uniqueness as poetess in this clever and witty poem “Caffeine High.” After looking over all her list of poems on this site, I failed to come up with any particular poem that I liked better than the others, I like them all, therefore, I chose this particular one. Though “Caffeine High” demonstrates only two of her many skills, passions and unique abilities as a writer, her poems are those that I would expect to see survive the trials of the changing times, and be among the uniqueness of the greats. I have been privileged to know Carolyn for some three years, and have co-written at least one poem with her. Her faith in equality and dislike for bigotry flavors the notion of emphasis in each piece of her work, and never is there any dismissal of another’s ideals. 

The poetic endeavors of Carolyn flavor an impression upon myself that I will carry with me as being outstanding as long as I walk through this earthly valley of the shadow of death until reaching the portals of the absolute and beyond. Her type of writing, it’s passionate quality, will definitely be viewed as one that made the current state of humanistic evolvement more tolerable. She has been and her poetry, a great source of encouragement for my own lack in ability in expressions of my own passions in what inwardly I knew were facts of truths that needed written. To a dear friend a personal salute, Agape, John Moses Freeman.    

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2012