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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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

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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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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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Beauty in Motion

Beauty in motion as soft as a sigh. Small luminous wings waltz with a spring breeze. A delicate creature has caught my eye - Beauty in motion as soft as a sigh. Pink and white blossoms are stirring in trees. They dance as the butterfly flutters by - Beauty in motion as soft as a sigh. Small luminous wings waltz with a spring breeze. For the Butterfly Flutters By Contest of Kelly Deschler

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The Scent of Water

If I were a willow slowly dying, the scent of water you would surely be. My limbs would reach for you, softly sighing if I were a willow slowly dying. Would you linger, close beside me lying, and would you let your sweetness nourish me if I were a willow slowly dying? The scent of water you would surely be. Written 7/15/14 For the contest of Faye Gibson

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Perhaps One Day (For Avatar)

I finally got to see Avatar and as a HUGE movie fan, I was very impressed. It could very 
well get the Oscar (although I still love "500 Days of Summer" or "Up in the Air" for an 
Oscar!)

   (a Triple Triolet)

Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.
Entranced by it, I gravitate. . . 
Where blues and purples dominate,
a way of life to celebrate
and with creation, share a bond.
Where blues and purples dominate,
Pandora beckons from beyond.

There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.
What many wonders you can see!
There stands a tall strong mother tree
inside this forest fantasy;
take hold a huge bright beast and fly!
There stands a tall strong mother tree,
and mountains float upon the sky.

Perhaps one day we’ll understand,
as did the one named Avatar,
to live in peace, stand hand in hand.
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
to say “I see you;” love our land;
no need to leave and travel far!
Perhaps one day we’ll understand
as did the one named Avatar.

 Jan. 8, 2010

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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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Sing a Song of Christmas - The Six Senses Part 2

What Makes Christmas Sweet  (Taste)

It’s taffy, chewy in my teeth,
And chocolate melting on my tongue,
The crunch of candy bars like Heath;
It’s taffy, chewy in my teeth,
Bright gumdrops from a homemade wreath,
Or candy canes from tree limbs hung!
It’s taffy, chewy in my teeth
And chocolate melting on my tongue.


I Love  (Touch)

I love to feel the fire’s warm glow
And touch your face by its soft light.
To be back home, out of the snow,
I love to feel the fire’s warm glow,
Your breath against my cheek and know
You’ll be with me through all the night.
I love to feel the fire’s warm glow
And touch your face by its soft light.


For PD's Any Poem Goes #6 Poetry Contest

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Sing a Song of Christmas - The Six Senses - Part 1

The Yule Tide Sights (Sight) It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights, The Yule Tide sights all people love: Bright yellows, reds, and greens and whites; It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights We yearn to see December nights - Delights we all never tire of! It’s tinsel, ornaments and lights, The Yule Tide sights all people love. The Gladdening (Hearing) As bells go ring-a-ling-a-ling, And old St. Nick goes, “Ho, ho, ho,” The people’s hearts are gladdening. As bells go ring-a-ling-a-ling, Its “Fa la la,” we hear folks sing. An elf joins in on piccolo As bells go ring-a-ling-a-ling And old St. Nick goes, “Ho, ho, ho!”

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Cards of Love

Just children with their homemade card
Brought so much joy when I was down.
I was so sick my heart was scarred,
Just children with their homemade card.
To show their love, it was not hard,
Their love to me a peaceful gown.
Just children with their homemade card
Brought so much joy when I was down.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
02.2014
Contest: Small Gifts

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Swell Time

SWELL TIME

It was a day of thrills and spills
The time for swells that make or break
Moments of skill that can fulfil
It was a day of thrills and spills
Adrenaline pumped stunts that chill
Body and life are put at stake
It was a day of thrills and spills
The time for swells that make or break

Penned by: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 03.11.14

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Now and Then

Is this the world that was so young and fresh and fair but yesterday? From leafy bows the robin sung Is this the world that was so young? Wild bees upon the clover swung And grove and field with bloom were gay Is this the world that was so young and fresh and fair but yesterday? Is this the world that was so young and fresh and fair but yesterday? Sere leaves beneath our feet are flung Is this the world that was so young? As if wild hands spectre wrung Hither and thither, sobbing, sway Is this the world that was so young and fresh and fair but yesterday?
+++ October 9, 2014 Form: Triolet (Iamb Tetrameter) Dr. Ram Mehta Second place win Contest: Structured Forms Iamb Verse III by Giorgio V.