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September

"September, beautiful month of my birth, is nigh, but I cannot feel glad." September, drifting in with glow of moon, you stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves. In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon. Your breath grows cool. You’ll blow and loosen leaves. The hills and woodlands will reflect new hues. You stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and she grieves. In Autumn’s chill, the colors are a ruse. For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze. The hills and woodlands then reflect new hues. Though warmth may linger through your final days, old Sun is waning, yet he still seems strong! For as you pass, the trees are set ablaze. September, you’re a melancholy song. Though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk! Old sun is waning, yet he still seems strong. October looms. . . Your ending will be brusque. September, drifting in with glow of moon, though time be short, you paint a brilliant dusk. In guise of fire, the Fall comes all too soon.
by Andrea Dietrich For the contest of Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ "A Poem, Please"

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Rising Within Your Pages

I take for granted all that I can do
Thinking that what I have has all been earned
Instead I should be so thankful to You

A spirit of pride is one that is learned
I start to believe the things that are said
Thinking that what I have has all been earned

Within my heart I begin to be led
Rising within the pages of Your Word
I start to believe the things that are said

I learn to fly on the wings of a bird
Here is where I learn the ways of Freedom
Rising within the pages of Your Word

I no longer doubt your Kingdom will come
Without your Love I will never know Peace
Here is where I learn the ways of Freedom

Within the Heavens praises never cease
Without Your Love I will never know Peace
I take for granted all that I can do
Instead I should be so thankful to you


Any poem #4 Contest.

Sponsored by Nathan A.

Written March 7th 2014

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Without Hope's Gleam

The flower that is given little light tastes not enough of joy and cannot thrive - then fades away like dusk into the night. The soul who struggles just to stay alive - much like the flower wilting in the dark - tastes not enough of joy and cannot thrive. How can a fire be lit if there’s no spark? Without hope’s gleam, the soul will waste away - much like the flower wilting in the dark. This is the plight of one whose world is grey: Though others say a paradise exists - without hopes gleam, the soul will waste away. A man upon this earth who tastes no bliss is like a soul brought low who droops his head though others say a paradise exists. How sad that someone rather would be dead! The flower that is given little light is like a soul brought low who droops his head, then fades away . . . like dusk into the night. Written 11/15/12 For the "Hope" Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish and now for the contest of Nathan A

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True Hearts Beating

Where will I be twenty years from today?
The World is moving at such a fast pace.
Will I still look at love the same way?

Will I be able to look at your face?
That is my heart's greatest desire.
The World is moving at such a fast pace.

Now when I'm with you my heart is on fire.
I wish for my soul to still burn for you.
That is my heart's greatest desire.

My eyes may grow dimmer I know that's true.
A love so beautiful will never fade.
I wish for my soul to still burn for you.

Even if my body to death is laid.
That will never stop my true heart's beating
A love so beautiful will never fade.

The world may be fast sometimes defeating.
That will never stop my true hearts beating.
Where will I be twenty years from today?
I'll still be looking at love the same way!

Valentines Contest

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Locked in a Jar

Does the one who loves you know who you are?
She needs a real man not just a facade.
Don't keep your heart locked away in a jar.

Not being open she'll think you're a fraud.
She longs to share every part of herself.
She needs a real man not just a facade.

Your heart is out of reach on that old shelf.
Where she can see it but it's out of reach.
She longs to share every part of herself.

But you hold onto her just like a leach.
In the glass jar it looks so very clear.
Where she can see it but it's out of reach.

If you open it what is there to fear?
Are there dark spots you don't want her to see?
In the glass jar it looks so very clear.

Is it that you're afraid that she will flee?
Why won't you reveal every part of you?
Are there dark spots you don't want her to see?

There are some good men, be one of the few.
It's time to reveal every part of you.
Help the one who loves you, know who you are.
Don't keep your heart locked away in a jar.

Modified Terzanelle

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A Box of Truth

I bought a box of truth from a peddler down the street,
even though he told me its veracity might sting.
I handed him a stack of bills and asked for a receipt.
 
The box was wrapped in violet silk and tied with silver string.
I gripped the lid with shaking hands and paused with bated breath,    
even though he told me its veracity might sting.
 
The truth inside the box was even uglier than death.
It slapped me with repugnance and assaulted with its stench. 
I gripped the lid with shaking hands and paused with bated breath. 
 
I closed the box in panicked shock and struggled not to blench.
Receipt in hand, I hurried to return the wretched truth.
It slapped me with repugnance and assaulted with its stench.
 
I found that lousy peddler selling boxes from his booth.
He studied me with sympathy and eyed my violet crate.
Receipt in hand, I hurried to return the wretched truth.
 
With fingers clenched in fury and a heart awash with hate,
I bought a box of lies from that peddler down the street.
He studied me with sympathy and eyed my yellow crate.
I handed him a stack of bills and asked for no receipt.

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In Moon's Glow

I’m sailing on a blue sea in moon’s glow. Beyond the horizon my days are kissed with magic; far into the past I go. Walks along a cherry lane! An autumn mist! Reality or just a fantasy? Beyond the horizon my days are kissed. I think I can recall a Hanah Lee. . . on wisps of memory to which I cling. Reality or just a fantasy? What birds of splendor did I once hear sing? I yearn to know again; I slowly drift on wisps of memory to which I cling. Upon a dragon’s tail I wish to lift! Dreams ripple on the waves, and to a land I yearn to know again I slowly drift. To run again with bare feet in white sand! I’m sailing on a blue sea in moon’s glow. Dreams ripple on the waves, and to a land with magic - far into the past I go! the magic moon . . . in moonlight’s absence could fantasy survive? Inspired by the Peter, Paul and Mary song "Puff the Magic Dragon" and the "Terzanelle Fantasy with a Questionku Chaser Poetry Contest" for Skat's Fantasy Poetry Contest

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Cassiopeia

She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.
 
Wrists raw with redness of eternal scars,
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea,
Chained to the heavens by ropes of bright stars.
 
Cursed by Poseidon, she'll never be free.
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods,  
Her silver tears drop like gems to the sea.

She wallows in shame, so lovely and flawed.
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns,
Punished for claiming the beauty of gods.

Jailed by nighttime, her weary soul mourns,
Weeping for freedom that will never be. 
Regrets bloom like roses with crimson thorns.

Pinned there forever, unable to flee,
She hangs upside down in her night sky chair,
Weeping for freedom that will never be, 
With rubescent cheeks and moonlight-soaked hair.

Five little stars
Represent her fate
Can she see us staring?

*Based on the mythological story of Queen Cassiopeia and her constellation


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She Dreams of Him

Your mind has designed the perfect lover
That sensitive man of your special dreams
You wait for him to rip off the covers

Late night dinning with kisses and moon beams
You are awake and still dreaming of him
That sensitive man of your special dreams

Alone in the night the lights grow dim
Thinking about love and what it all means
You are awake and still dreaming of him

Real life may not always be filled with steam
You try to be thankful but it seems hard
Thinking about love and what it all means

With imagination you play the card
Even though you're aware it isn't real
You try to be thankful but it seems hard

In the end you can't help how you feel
Even though you're aware it isn't real
Your mind has designed the perfect lover
You wait for him to rip off the covers

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Copper Trees

Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed in backlight, where the tender grass had grown

A monumental moment, as she stood before my eyes
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise 

Caressed in beauty, and sun embraced, revealed for me alone
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down

A white tailed doe, was grazing there, aware and keen of eye
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet, still she had not flown
Dare I break the silent calm, with breath or just a sigh?

Or take a step, in chance my foot could rustle twig or loam?
This stance of wills...intense and poised, a fleeting chance to flee
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet still she had not flown

Eyes made of glass, as windows are, in which the iris tongue
We made no move...each one transfixed, no air in lungs to breathe
So inter-laced, with life force crossed, in universal one
Our spirits twined against the sky, beneath the copper trees


                     
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Goodbye Moon Hello Sunshine

Adoring the night skies, tried to reach the moon
Within my universe I spread my thoughts
The inspiration floating through your beautiful noon

My days may be soon gone like a fading fogs 
But not for my night which always lingered by your magical motion
Within my universe I spread my thoughts

The colors of those verses are the rainbow of your creation
Even night might lullaby you too fast by its tender grace
But not for my night which always lingered  by your magical motion

Day is your strength which I borrowed to enlighten my moon in  phrase
Your day may be lingered for greeting my beautiful night
Even night might lullaby you too fast by its tender grace

You may say  bye to your sunshine and hello to my moonlight
Night now begin to caress through your sweet wonderful dream
Your day may be lingered for greeting my beautiful night

Day now is opening my window towards to the memory of your sweet sunbeam
Night now begin to caress through your sweet wonderful dream
Adoring the night skies, tried to reach the moon
The inspiration floating through your beautiful noon

January 11, 2013
Dedicated to sweet Richard Lamoureux who shines my moon through his warmth reflection and wishing him a gorgeous day for his beautiful sunshines

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Warrior Woes

You sit there in your castle all alone
Surrounded by the trinkets of the past
Sometimes a King is shackled to his throne

Sadly the days of glory did not last
You feel the heart of a warrior beat
Surrounded by the trinkets of the past

It seemed the world had been laid at your feet
Now it is your men that go to battle
You feel the heart of a warrior beat

You long once again to feel the saddle
The coursing of blood going through your veins
Now it is your men that go to battle

You are King so they say you hold the reins
You long for the adventure and the speed
The coursing of blood going through your veins

The sound of snorting from your mighty steed
You long for the adventure and the speed
You sit there in your castle all alone
Sometimes a King is shackled to his throne

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Cracking as Broken Toys

Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while
Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries

Trapped within our history, now we play the role of our guile 
The way you speak is like negating the past
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while

Hurting each other became the story of our last
The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost
The way you speak is like negating the past

We tired in our drama, we trapped in our anger loft
Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?
The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost

Standing limp on the ruin of us
Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you
Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?

Still in the past memory I flew
Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you
Picking  up my phone, the voice recalls my memories
Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries

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Stone Keepsakes

Love lingers on, in the stone objects left behind
holding pleasant memories of welcome footfalls
the painful memories, almost lost; love declined.

Those last few months of harbor-less shores, the squalls 
fade, as I gaze on the jade guardian left bed side,
holding pleasant memories of welcome footfalls.

The blade of horn, carved with love's protection, bides.
The owl of jade-my guide-makes nightmares
fade, as I gaze upon the guardian left bed side.

I have the keys given me in trust, your love declared.
The trust given never was withdrawn, never died,
The owl of jade-my guide-makes nightmares

fade, yet, over gold-amber earrings; I still cry.
Yes, you are goodly gone, and that I truly know;
the trust given never was withdrawn, never died.

The happy times of kisses warm, of love bestowed
have not faded from my foolish heart, my mind confined.
Yes, you are goodly gone and that I truly know.
Love lingers on, in the stone objects left behind.



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Behind Castle Walls

I thought I was safe behind Castle walls
Within my Kingdom I made the rules
There outside the gate I heard her calls

Why did I choose to listen to fools
I opened the drawbridge, let her in
Within my Kingdom I made the rules

I had not known where she had been
Her ideas corrupted my mind
I opened the drawbridge, let her in

In the beginning she seemed so kind
At my table together we ate
Her ideas corrupted my mind

Completly unaware of my fate
She beguiled me, with that lovely smile
At my table together we ate

I became subdued after a while
She beguiled me, with that lovely smile
I thought I was safe behind castle walls
There outside the gate her lover calls


Written February 3rd for Shadow's Castle Contest.


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An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?

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I reach Towards Her Hand

She walks along the shores of my mind.
Her scent fills me with anticipation.
All of the night clouds are silver lined.

She is far beyond any expectation!
I reach out to take her hand in mine.
Her scent fills me with anticipation.

I look to the heavens for a sign.
Praying she is only meant for me.
I reach out to take her hand in mine.

She looks towards me I feel free.
Together to ecstasy we will fly.
Praying she is only meant for me.

Wrapped in a love that lifts me high.
She is proof that dreams come true.
Together to ecstasy we will fly.

There was a time when I was blue.
She is proof that dreams come true.
She walks along the shores of my mind.
All the night clouds are silver lined.

Nette's Softly Sensual Contest

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LIKE CHASTE EYES



Chaste eyes stroke my limbs, in the deep of woods
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass,
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.

From shadow of lines fondled like curved brass,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind
swerving like a breeze moist on fields of grass

Although he’s played my shore in many chimes
I still pulsate where musk scent trails; just here,
the call of moaning sprawls into full grind

Gentle navel opens a wilder croon
holding breaths captive in a mesh; a glide
of movement’s tempo sing to rising moon

Caressing now our chaste eyes, they abide
love’s virtue wafts from wings of night;
holding breaths captive in tight mesh, a glide!

Inhabiting one space where gazes meet
Chaste eyes stroke my limbs, in deep of woods.
Love’s virtue blazes skin from wraps of sheets
His Latin fire, on edge of twilight moods.


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 Inspiration from Nobel Prize poet, 
Pablo Neruda from Chile. Excerpts from 
his poem 'Ode to Naked Beauty' follows:

Ode To A Naked Beauty

With chaste heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate you, my beauty,
restraining my blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself in my verse,
as in woodland, or wave-spume:
earth's perfume,
sea's music.

----

Copycat Contest of Joann Grisetti
by nette onclaud






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I Was Wrong

You looked at me and told me I was wrong
Everything I did was not good enough
Over and over I heard that same song

Hearing that message can be really tough
I started to believe the words you said
Everything I did was not good enough

Things changed when to the bible I was led
It helped me see myself in a new light
I no longer believed the words you said

God loves me I'm not a child of the night
I now see myself through my Savior's eyes
It helped me see myself in a new light 

You have your own problems I realize
Possibly one day you will understand
I now see myself through my Savior's eyes

Thankfully no longer under your command
Possibly one day you will understand
You looked at me and told me I was wrong
Over and over I heard that same song






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Seasons promise

 Trees  in silent strength stand  bare
Yet in their silence dwells  the hope of spring
Though  winter keeps  them in  its  icy glare

Desolate landscapes  bare the scars of winter's sting
 And hardly a creature utters  a sound
 Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring

Days are  bleak with gray skies all around
While icicles  hang from window sills
 And hardly  a creature utters a sound

As life stands  still in winter's chill
Those sunny days  are hard to find
While  icicles hang from window sills

Cold winds blow with storms that blind
But the hope of spring does not decline
Those sunny days are  hard to find

As weary creatures look for a sign
Trees  in silent strength stand bare
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
                                 ~~








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Queen of the Romantic Pen

Romantic dreams flowing from her pen.
From her imagination to the page.
Choose your lover, re-live the dream again.

Perhaps she is a warrior or a sage.
Her creativity has no end.
From her imagination to the page.

Be prepared to have your mind bend.
You'll experience both pleasure and pain.
Her creativity has no end.

She'll show you sunshine soak you in rain.
Let you drink from a lovers fountain.
You'll experience both pleasure and pain.

She will lead you to the highest mountain.
Romantic dreams flowing from her pen.
Drink deep from her magical fountain.
Choose your lover, re-live the dream again.

Dedicated to Eileen Ghali, the true Queen of the Romantic Pen.

Entry for the Homage Contest! Sponsored by Tracie Edwards.

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An Enchanted Voyage

"An Enchanted Voyage" love reflects emotion embraced by motivating force a visual crystal ball evokes journey through endless Time upon a magic carpet floating guided by heartfelt course. stars whisper in midnight canopy twinkling soft chime toward destination to reunite with lost lovers' soul a visual crystal ball evokes journey through endless Time. in Fantasy, a tender heart pursues ultimate goal as love's adventure strives to capture essence known toward destination to reunite with lost lovers' soul. the sting of Death refuses to separate powerful feelings sown an incantation from a mythical book of charms as love's adventure strives to capture essence known. thoughts of caressing sweet desire within silky arms ignite sheer wings absorbing strong love potion spell an incantation from mythical book of charms. an enchanted voyage fascinates realm with golden wishing well love reflects emotion embraced by motivating force ignite sheer wings absorbing strong love potion spell upon a magic carpet floating guided by heartfelt course. "Fantasy Chant" love power wills beyond cold grave lives cast potent magic spell? *For Terzanelle Fantasy with Questionku Chaser.

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Warrior Princess

Warrior princess the weaver of words.
She wields the septre of the night.
Commands the heavens and the birds.

Watch her face bathed in moonlight.
He has no will power to resist her charms.
She wields the septre of the night.

A strong man like a baby in her arms.
She writes each move that he makes.
He has no willpower to resist her charms.

He knows he has made his mistakes.
Why did he walk through Fantasies door?
She writes each move that he makes.

He bows before her head on the floor.
"forgive me for invading your dreams"
Why did he walk through fantasies door?

All the power is not hers it seems.
Warrior princess the weaver of words.
"forgive me for invading your dreams"
He commands the heavens she is the bird!

Eileen wrote a poem about a man invading her dreams
I wrote this one for her, the stranger flips the tables.
I hope you enjoy Eileen!

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FOR AMADEUS



Stray with flamed music along bay’s shoreline Give in to notes playing among the sand As fingers dart symphony’s rush, I pine Caress your tinted strokes written longhand As I feel allegros bursting moon’s shine Give in to notes playing among the sand How can frail youth’s light steal your brightened face Although your bones lie in common man’s grave World slain by Requiem, time can’t erase Smile gently now from brief life lost and craved Embrace the thought, your name carries blessed praise Although your bones lie in common man’s grave Your depth, Amadeus, keeps breath ablaze Heart touching keys, your passion beyond reach Embrace the thought, your name carries blessed praise While centuries resound what you beseech Stray with flamed music along bay’s shoreline Heart touching keys,your passion beyond reach As fingers dart symphony’s rush, I pine. -------- Debbie's Dying Young Contest *Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (27 January 1756 – 5 December 1791), age 35 by nette onclaud

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Smoldering

She feels the need rising up from her core
Ever waiting to burst into fire
Insatiable, always in need for more

Smoldering ember of her desire 
Orange heat pulsating from deep within
Ever waiting to burst into fire

No breeze can cool this, her hot searing skin
Savage her need to combust into flame
Orange heat pulsating from deep within 

Her galloping passion wild and not tame
She rides fiery flares all through the night
Savage her need to combust into flame

The hunger in her eyes makes him ignite
She pulls him into her internal blaze
She rides fiery flares all through the night

His body kindling that lights in her gaze
She feels the need rising up from her core
She pulls him into the internal blaze
Insatiable, always in need of more

Eileen Manassian Ghali