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A Summer's Caress - Visual 7 by Thomas, FJ
SWEATS AND SWEETS by Ward, Julia
Broken by Merryman, Kim
The Canopy by Kendrick, Sara
Summer Sea by A. Sharma, Dr. Upma
Serene Sunset - Visual 7 by Zammit, Ronald
If Secrets Keep by Harding, Lycia

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A Triolet for Linda

To those you care for, always you impart deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are! I pray you find a way to mend your heart. To those you care for, always you impart poetic gems! Return to this, your art. Grab hold of words and shine again, a star. To those you care for, always you impart deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are! Written 12/6/14 for the Fighting Depression(poems for PD) contest of shadow Hamilton

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A Christmas Snow

I wish to see the beauty of a Christmas snow and hear the songs about a holy birth. Along the streets where lights are strung aglow, I wish to see the beauty of the Christmas snow. But most of all, I wish for love to grow in every heart till there is peace on earth. I wish to see the beauty of a Christmas snow and hear the songs about a holy birth.

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Star Sugar

Oh, scattered flecks that sparkle light like crystals emptied from a bowl to dust the skies from some great height! Oh, scattered flecks that sparkle light, you sweeten up my somber night. Delight the lone and searching soul, oh, scattered flecks that sparkle light like crystals emptied from a bowl.

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Mortality's Own Friend

(Inspired by Abe Lincoln’s “Memory”) Mortality's Own Friend So sadly here, among the dead, I live - mortality's own friend. Recalling all that's lost, I tread so sadly here, among the dead. Sweet memories are as a thread which link the living to their end. So sadly here, among the dead, I live - mortality's own friend. For the "Prose vs Poetry and the Classics" Poetry Contest of Jerry T. Curtis Here is Abraham Lincoln's "Memory," which really speaks to me: Memory by Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865) My childhood’s home I see again, And sadden with the view; And still, as memory crowds my brain, There’s pleasure in it, too. O memory! thou midway world ’Twixt earth and paradise, Where things decayed and loved ones lost In dreamy shadows rise, And, freed from all that’s earthly, vile, Seem hallowed, pure and bright, Like scenes in some enchanted isle All bathed in liquid light. As dusky mountains please the eye When twilight chases day; As bugle notes that, passing by, In distance die away; As leaving some grand waterfall, We, lingering, list its roar -- So memory will hallow all We’ve known but know no more. Near twenty years have passed away Since here I bid farewell To woods and fields, and scenes of play, And playmates loved so well. The friends I left that parting day How changed, as time has sped! Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray; And half of all are dead. I hear the loved survivors tell How nought from death could save, Till every sound appears a knell And every spot a grave. I range the fields with pensive tread, And pace the hollow rooms, And feel (companion of the dead) I’m living in the tombs.

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Dandelion Dream

-Dandelion Dream-

I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 
They fade with one gush from the wind
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
Holding on tight to jagged leaves 
Sprinkles of sand fall over my needs
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 

~SKAT~

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At Winter's End

At winter’s end, sweet hope begins to swell until it fills the earth. Forlornness fades; renewal wins at winter’s end! Sweet hope begins to scatter seeds that blossom mirth as sun looks down at us and grins! At winter’s end, sweet hope begins to swell until it fills the earth.

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The Evening's Come

The evening’s come. Now close your eyes, And gently drift into the night. Release your soul from earthly ties; The evening’s come. Now close your eyes. Move on beyond the star-laced skies Until you find the Greater Light. The evening’s come. Now close your eyes, And gently drift into the night.
*See "About Poem" (Inspired by the movie, "Evening") For Brian Strand's Contest: SIX TO SIXTEEN any form ,any theme ,max of 16 lines Poetry Contest

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Watching the Shadows Grow

Dawn peeks over the hill and I.
The lemon lights stretch the shadows.
The beasts and wee birds grumble and fly,
each seeking food, and so do I.
My stomach growls at cocks reply
the cows in the pasture all low.
We sit with tea just he and  I
watching the sun grow the shadow.


*Zeugma line 1 Dawn peeks over the HILL.
                     Dawn peeks over the I.

9/2/14

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Moonbeams

The moonbeams crossed the horizon
Carrying the sun in its wake
Soft light 'pon the grass like diamonds
The moonbeams crossed the horizon 
Caressing each scrutiny wizened 
Opaque hopes and moods forsake
The moonbeams crossed the horizon
Carrying the sun in its wake

Written: September 25, 2014
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
Contest: One New Triolet

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Life Is Like A Maypole

Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,    
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May.
Bright ribbons wake my bare feet’s slumber. 
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer!
Rainbow pleats dance, no clouds encumber 
my twirling limbs, life's weaved sashay. 
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May!

Spring sighs with age come broaching summer,
blue tears, red smiles ‘round pole in May.
Life's colors flow from gold to umber.  
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer! 
And shall I join wind’s lively number
or watch bright ribbons twist and play?
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer,
blue tears, red smiles ‘round pole in May!


written 2/5/15

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3 Musketeers A collaboration with Casarah Nance and Tim Smith

I wrote a poem of despair 
My hearts been tossed up into the air 

She wrote a limerick that was taboo 
She made me laugh when I was so blue 

Entering stage left was Tim 
Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn 

It seems that we laugh or we cry 
We live, we love, or we die 

The three of us, holding poetic swords up high 
Throughout the ages we all do fly 

No subject goes unspoken 
For the freedom of words we've awoken 

No battle to long or too fierce 
Our duels are true and unrehearsed. 

Through blood, sweat and tears 
A bond so strong that sweetens the years 

All for one and one for all 
Let us carry on and have a ball!

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Breath of Love

In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky. How sweet the breath of love upon my face! In rustling leaves, I hear you softly sigh; in autumns wind, I look up to the sky and see what time and death cannot erase. . . In guise of sun’s bright rays, you are nearby! In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky. How sweet the breath of love upon my face! Written 2/7/2015 for the Contest of Gail Angel Doyle

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Blindfolded

Into the mirror, blindfolded, Denying the sight of my sins. Upon my flesh lies are molded, Into the mirror, blindfolded. From my mind to heart is scolded, Suffocate the light, darkness wins Into the mirror, blindfolded, Denying the sight of my sins.
For Contest: New Triolet Date: 09-26-2014

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DO YOU LOVE ME

You told me simply we were friends But you conceal your aching heart My love for you it never ends You told me simply we were friends Dreaming of you my heart ascends Forbidden love keeps us apart You told me simply we were friends But you conceal your aching heart 09~26~14 Written for One New Triolet Contest Sponsored By Alfred Vassallo

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Trust

I think I'll start this poem on trust
by speaking of the blatantly obvious;
honesty, of course is a must.

Honesty does not seek to be cruel
haphazard are the blows delivered from a fool
when kindness and compassion should be the rule.

Honesty does not hold a grudge
and cannot thrive where fear dares to trudge
tenderly given the windows of the soul bear no smudge.

Only second to honesty is respect;
being the butt of the joke is reason to suspect
you've been the topic of a conversation you'd object.

Respect, like trust, encompasses many aspects,
from responsibility to equality to keeping secrets,
advancing in the ways that normalcy expects.

And yet, when I say I trust you...
I trust that you will do and believe only the best,
trust is composed of many various things,
like a lovely melody played upon heartstrings.

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Florida Nature

Where settlers came in search of gold, they found instead a golden grove. Trees burst with fruit, for sun is bold where settlers came in search of gold. No precious ore, but wealth untold; rich landscape is the treasure trove! Where settlers came in search of gold, they found instead a golden grove. Inspired by Robert Butler's "Golden Grove" Written March 5, 2015, for the Florida Nature Contest of Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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Zeugma

You made me wait for love and a cab ride. 
You refused to return keys and kisses. 
You left me broken hearted and outside. 
You made me wait for love and a cab ride. 
I felt cold tears as I cried and I died. 
Leaving me against my wants and wishes. 
You made me wait for love and a cab ride. 
You refused to return my keys and kisses.








Zeugma Contest
08/10/2014

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Every Time I Have You Close- Triolet Sonnet

 



Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home The sound of your voice reaches the clouds so far Every time I have you close my dear My lips are stilled to me you're like a star In my heart I evoke your name and just roam Every time I have you close my dear... This remarkable yearning of you brings me home And I am so happy to have your love so far Every time I have you close my dear I know that losing you would leave me a scar And rhymes like before no more would flow Every time I have you close my dear This remarkable yearning of you brings me home. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 October.2.2014 My triolet sonnet here is free style ...that means, I didn't write it with 8 or 10 syllables or any steady number of syllable pattern at all. That's simple!

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Glisten

Before the river melds itself with sea, it glistens as a rippling mountain stream and starts its course with purest quality. Before the river melds itself with sea, it runs along, fulfilling destiny. Our course is also brief; give forth your beam! Before the river melds itself with sea, it glistens as a rippling mountain stream.
By Andrea Dietrich for "Write Me a Rippling Stream" Contest sponsored by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Written June 2, 2011

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I Leave You a Kiss

I love to see you snuggled up in bed.
Beneath your pillow I leave you a kiss.
It’s maternal instinct by which I’m led!
I love to see you snuggled up in bed.
Then before I go, I kiss your forehead,
leaving chocolate for my sweetest miss!
I love to see you snuggled up in bed.
Beneath your pillow I leave you a kiss.


Theme: Leave you a kiss
Written 9/9/14 by Andrea Dietrich
For the Poet II Poetry Contest of gautami phookan

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When All That's Left Is To Love

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You are the temple, I worship within,
living prayers of merging love and lust,
breath writes holy scriptures upon our skin.
You are the temple, I worship within,
a sacred place for me to enter in,
my priesthood's vows renewed by ev'ry thrust.
You are the temple, I worship within,
living prayers of merging love and lust. 














*This is an adaptation of French Triolet, a form which is officially written
in lines of 8 syllables, incorporating Iambic Tetrameter. Instead of French Iambic T, 
I am in the mood for a more rambling Colonial English flavour :P



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Moon

               
Low hanging moon with softened gleam; As stars peek down, I take my rest. I lie beneath a sheen of cream. Low hanging moon with softened gleam, Your essence wraps around my dream, Then flees beyond your sleepy crest. Low hanging moon with softened gleam; As stars peek down, I take my rest.

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Once Pocketed

(Inspired by the movie "the Rabbit Hole," starring Nicole Kidman as a 
woman, along with her husband, dealing with the grief of losing a child.)

The weight of it becomes that of a stone;
once pocketed, it’s something you can bear.
This boulder on your shoulder now your own -
the weight of it becomes that of a stone.
Time goes. . . You won’t feel always so alone.
Although the pain is hidden, it's still there;
the weight of it becomes that of a stone!
Once pocketed, it’s something you can bear.


For Brian Strand's Contest of poems 2, 4, 6 or 8 lines long.

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How Softly, Deeply

In silence, undisturbed tonight,
how softly, deeply Winter creeps,
imparting token mounds of white.
In silence, undisturbed tonight,
Full Moon, who casts pearlescent light,
is keeper of a world that sleeps
in silence undisturbed tonight.
How softly, deeply Winter creeps.

Posted 12/30/09, my 8th post after
 I joined right before Christmas of that year!

For Brian Strand's 
ANY POEM FROM YOUR FIRST 100 ON PS 
any form/any theme max 15 lines Poetry Contest