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Petal


Pink and perfect mystery 
to which I ply my finger, 
she ripens so exquisitely
the longer that I linger

and fluff the modest blossom
with my gentle loving hand,
teasing, ever pleasing
so that now I understand

how beautiful the flower
that yields without duress,
blooming now so fully
in the warmth of my caress.

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Missing Mother

Bits of me are missing mother,
the bits of me which you placed.
Bits of me are missing Mother ah..
I see you in my face.
Trying to remember Mother’s days
of wine and roses..Sinatra songs and beaches,
pipe curls and crinolines, days so far gone, so long ago,
replaced by bitter brew, by tears, by fears,
by little pills, I remember you.

I see you in my face, Mother.
Years gone by and still I try,
no easy thing to do, try to remember,
just a few... memories of happy days with you? 

Was it when I learned to read, when you baked your pies?
Ah, Mother, mother memories ... only come in sighs.

Still, in all, it’s very true, 
          I spend each day missing,
                           missing all of you.





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Within Reason- Maurice Yvonne and Seren Roberts




                        Within reason
lies a house full of ordinary
a chest of bland memories. 
 
                              You end up with
a pocketful of might have beens.
 
Within reason is five square feet of grass 
and the proverbial white picket fence,
nothing else.
 
                 The word 'important'
never makes it onto the page.

Nothing"within reason" was ever found
             that didn't already have its place. 
 
When u abandon
                   Reason
you also abandon
        Impossibilities. 
                the brother of reason
The one needs the other
                   two heads of the same dragon.
One breathing fire and brimstone
                  the other living without hope.
They never live separately
                         they are siamese twins.
The ying and yang of yesteryears.

They had a reason with a hint of possibility

They had something,
                  something maybe,
 at best something insignificant.

             But imagine what waits 
when you eliminate 'impossible.'

In the darkest dark
                                  within the scream of 'don’t',
       inside the insanity of abandoning reason 
                                                  it is there you'll find  
          that decaying flesh infested with worms
   it is there  where the round wheel was found. 
 
You use a black shovel 
             through the bone 
into the skull 
            through the brain 
along the heart 
                       into the gut. 
 
There  lies that fine line between insanity and genius
                                 but THERE is where you have to go. 
 
          To get there you abandon reason. 

 Abandon the dogma shoved down your 
                                 throats all these years.
 
Glide on the wild side.
                Show your body hair.
Expose your fangs.
                  Lights, camera, DANCE!
 

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Smoke - Dust From the Past -

Smoke (Charades)

Abaft the weather bent the time
around the ship, transmitting yore
its smoke that rose on airy climb,
to ebonize the air and shore.

The fume was rising from the two
tall funnels covering its shape
with darkened soot, while dead its crew
was calling us behind its drape.

The smoke was dancing back and forth
persuading us to move and sway;
Ironic shined the star of North
reluctant breeze slid down the brae.

We thought it was the ship's horn or
three sailor ghosts that danced charades,
behind the smoke, our nightly chore
performed the mimes, outside of Hades.

As smoke was covering the land,
some scattered lights that blink'd and cried,
diffused away at its demand
until forgotten, sank and died.

We followed thence, the engines' chug
to dance around two skyward lines
where hung the ship's torn island flag
and our charades that drowned in brines.

© 10-14-2013, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Tetrameter)

This poem was first posted in the past under the title "Smoke (Charades)".

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Loneliness

People milling around I  do not notice them, 
my face is turned to hide my loneliness,
Am walking in my own despair
No one else intrudes on my thoughts of 
"How they were"
 

Days, months, years when  love mattered
Loneliness was just a word
One word amongst many not used, thought absurd
Now I live this word

My heart is broken Feelings are numb
Trying to be the person I once was
People see my dimpled smile
Cannot see the ripped up emotions
Of reality.

Loneliness is an illness
Medication cannot cure
Non viral yet can spread easily
Prolific between young people
The elderly also.

Symptoms
Eyes are looking dead
Face looking down
Shutting out interference
A hug helps but non returnable .
Responses non existent
Living dead.

To be lonely is more than being alone
Loneliness can kill your soul

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SILHOUETTE OF THE NIGHT

Witching hour is upon us Dusky clouds, falling, swirling Obscuring the crescent moon Skeleton fingered branches Beckoning me in the wind As I creep past the grave stones To my final resting place Jan Allison 10th November 2014 Contest: Silhouette of a Heptagonet Sponsor: Nette Onclaud ~awarded 5th place~ Syllable Counter Used - 'How Many Syllables' 7,7,7,7,7,7,7

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Creature In The Night

Where cold stars exist in the dark,
serene winds whisper to trees
and scarce human ears can listen,
lone songs wail in the distance
in frozen moon's silver spotlight,
a mark left where paws had paused.






Written by: Kelly Deschler. January 16th, 2015

Inspired by creature #3 Coyote

nette onclaud's contest - NIGHT CREATURES


This poem was also inspired by actual events. A few weeks ago, I discovered 
some large animal paw prints that were left in the snow, near my home. I later
found out that the tracks were made by a wolf.


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Waterfall

cascading sheets of silver water spill incessantly into the lake thundering beauty before our eyes beckons us to bathe in radiance lost in froth we find ourselves engulfed by nature’s pulse, shimmering delight lost in love my heart is pounding too falling with the water - into you Written Oct. 30, 2014 for the SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE Contest of nette onclaud

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INNER PEACE

Unspoken word Nothing is heard Thoughts now deferred Float in my mind Safe from all harm Peaceful and calm Soothing with balm Time to unwind Jan Allison 7th December 2014 Contest: Desiderata Sponsor:- Nette Onclaud Syllable Counter: How Many Syllables Theme 1 - Remember what peace there may be in silence

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No Not Me - penned by Maurice Yvonne and Seren


No Not Me 


Did you think when I left 
I'd never answer my phone, 
ignore your messages, 
never speak to you again? 

Did you think I was that guy? 
I thought you knew me 
but it wasn't about me was it? 
How often have others disappeared? 
You were judging me as if I was them. 
I guess I can't blame you, 
life is not always kind. 
But not me, no not me. 
I'm not him, 
It's my actions represent me, 
define the man I am. 

Words lie and eyes aren't always 
an insight to every man. 
You can't always trust their smile. 
I bet the devil is an attractive male 
with an inert charm and not a horn in sight. 
You can't beat the sky in your own skin. 
If your a demon you groom flawlessly, 
dress like a king, with a look that's soft. 
The wolf doesn't tell the sheep "I'm here!" 
It's the guy with nothing to hide who is often 
misconstrued. Honesty has it's price. 

I don't blow dry my hair in the mirror. 
practice my reactions. 
I don't kiss up, 
my nose is clean. 
I don't always talk in a quiet melodic voice 
or hide my tears. When I say it's alright 
It just is. 

I didn't walk away, I had to leave 
but you can find me. 
For you I am always here! 
Did you think when I left I would disappear? 
Never! 
I hold you dear. 
I'm always here. 


No not you

You would never just walk away
Away from people or things you love
You don't always say what you feel in spoken
words,  
yet you shout out your feelings in written words, 
no lies are here, you write from the heart.

Your love holds no bounds, you love for life,
You say that your eyes are not an insight to your soul,
Yet when the light goes out, I know your dying inside
To walk away, no not you, to hide for a time, 
Maybe,
.

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My Dreams

                                Close your eyes and forget the rain
                                   Dream about the sun and heat
                                          a sunny summer day
                                       Dream of waves who sigh
                                          so quiet on the beach
                              Swimming naked with the one you love


                                       The dream of happiness
                                       is more than the dream
                           A dream about strawberries with cream on
                                Do not forget the roses and violets
                                          that smells so good
                            Running barefoot in the freshly cut grass


                            Close your eyes and dream your dreams
                                 Daydreaming as sweet and good
                      they are secret, I will not share them with anyone
                                  Imagine if life was a dream .....
                                         A wonderful dream
                                 and the world was full of love
                      and intimacy between all the people on earth
                                     My dreams are made of 
                                       hope, faith and love






31.July 2012
Anne-Lise Andresen

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AM I

AM  I ?

Am I Just Standing Here, or Am I Just Dead?
Am I So Full Of Fear, I Lost Myself Instead?

Am I A Nobody, that you can't defend me?
OR
Am I Just Invisible, and you really don't pretend.

Am I Blind, Or I Just Don't Wish To See?
The Love I Cannot Find Is Right In Front Of Me!

Am I Hearing the Truth,
Or Have I Just Been Deceived?
Who Can I Trust?
Who Can I Believe?

Am I So Mad I Just Can't Understand,
Or Am I So Sad I Need A Shoulder And A friend?

Is It Just Me, 
Or Am I All Alone?

***

I wrote this poem 22 years ago
I was pregnant, scared and alone:-( 

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We Are

” You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars.” We put down roots and bear our fruits. With dear offshoots, we are like trees. Stars wink their eye, burn bright and die. No asking why - we are like these! Written Dec. 7, 2014 by Andrea Dietrich for theme #2 for the Desiderata Poetry Contest of nette onclaud

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The Pathway I Will Lay For You

The pathway I will lay for you with seeds that I will scatter round will soon have blooms come into view so you can tread on fragrant ground and feel your spirit fill with song when we can meet among the blue of blooms that will have sprung along the pathway I will lay for you! for the 8 Lines 7 Words Enjambment Poetry Contest of Rick Parise

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HEARTBREAK FALLS

Cascading Emotions exploding A deluge of tears flowing freely Waterfall From gushing streaming eyes Diamond dew drops glistening glinting Plummeting Churning, deeply plunging Vertical drop; my heart is breaking Angel falls Rainbow clears misty eyes Sunshine smiles, drying torrent of tears Jan Allison 3rd November 2014 Contest:- Some form of Crystalline Sponsor: Nette Onclaud

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Loved and lost -

To love
Is to remember
The touch of your hand
Your voice
When you called me cariad

My mouth remembers your kiss
The feel of your lips 
Sensual touch of your tongue on mine
The closeness this brings

To love
Is to want to be with
Man woman or child
To love them
to want them near
To take in their being

When you love
It tugs at your heart
Making your chest swell
With unknown pleasure
Spreading to a smile
your eyes lighting up
face aglow

The feeling of love
Keeps you young at heart
Helps you want to face another day


Yet no more
That love has lost its way
Floundering in the brink of destruction
Searching, for the exit of depression.

Needs to see the light once more
Yet all there is, is the heat of hells fire
The internal hell, that goes around and around the brain
Looking for answers, for the reason.

Memories try to flood the senses
Memories of the hope that once flourished
Now is smouldering in the no mans land of waste
Is there love ever after?



This is the third writing with letter L.  As suggested by Jan..

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Gods of Winds


Notus comes creeping furtively from the south
hot and bothered from the blazing summer sun.
The wind of change...concealed it launches sudden storms
as clouds pile up across the sky, dark and towering,
lightning flashes, thunder drawls, torrential rain descends;
rivers swell to bursting point; fields are swamped, crops destroyed. 
Then once again he sneaks away, planning his next move.

His neighbour, Eurus, wants to show he’s no less able.
Bearing his inverted earthen vase he goes along
clumsy in gait and spilling water on dry soil.
His forays from the east tend to be unlucky.

Autumn fades with a sigh on Aura’s gentle wings
as ice-cold winter rushes in impatiently 
from northern frozen lands to take its place 
goaded by the domineering force of Boreas
who moves ahead with strong, intense authority, 
his violent temper uncontrolled. Despite his age
he pushes his galloping stallion to the limit 
riding forth relentlessly, cloak billowing behind,
his white beard curled; shaggy hair spiked and frosted.
Roaring, across the land he speeds with utmost haste, 
a sacred conch shell grasped firmly in steely hand;
tremendous power he exerts and blows aloud
while humans cower in dark caverns, shivering.
They know his moods and fear his devastating wrath. 
In their minds, princess Oreithyia’s forced abduction,
rape, and carnal satisfaction are still fresh.

They yearn for winter’s bitter ally to move on
so that the gentle Zephyr enters from the west 
bringing with him rainbows and showers of spring,
calm serenity, greenery, flowers, shades and hues, 
romantic feelings, fiery passion and intense love.

Ultimately, all four have to heed and appease 
King Aeolus, firm ruler and keeper of the winds.

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*Aura = breeze goddess
*Oreithyia = mountain Nymph
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18th December 2014
Contest: Gods of Winds
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placed: 2nd


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- FEELINGS -


                                                                        ))
                                               ((     Depression
                                                        Afraid          ))
                                           Anxiety             Panic
                                   ((    Depression              Anxiety
                                                Tired            Panic  ))
                                                     ((   Afraid
                                                                      ))


                                            Words that we do not like
                                     Everyone has known these feelings
                                        They are not a sign of weakness
                         We struggle with feelings and will always  be so strong
                               Strong ..... do we always need to be so strong
                                Say it loud ....Today I have really a bad day
               The heart beat a little faster ..... You might have a little panic or anxiety
                        Depression comes like a creeping dark carpet - You are afraid
               You are not a weak human - you are a normal human being with feelings





04.05.2013
A-L  Andresen :)



(Second place in contest)

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Show Me Your Face


                                           Do not hide your face
                                    Let me see your beautiful eyes
                                          Do not hide your tears
                                          Let me wipe them away
                                         Do not hide your wounds
                                             Let me comfort you
                                            You should know that
                                             you are not alone 
                                    Do not be subdued by falsehood
                                          jealousy and backstabbed
                                       Raise your head and be proud
                                       Show me your face your grief
                                   No one has the right to judge others
                                   They must sweep for their own door




15.04.2013
A-L  Andresen :)

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Oh Goddess Moon

Oh Goddess Moon, you induce painters to paint,
the crazed to rave and poets to praise your grace.
How many love affairs have you helped to consummate?
With a woman’s many wiles, you change your shape.
How you beguile, yet never do you vacillate.
You stay your course and never stray!

Like yin to yang, you are to sun a cool and pallid pool,
changing, yet constant in your rule 
as you steadfastly move from New to Quarter To Gibbous to Full, 
and then you wane . . . 
till in Crescent Balsamic you reign -
there to shortly contemplate the wisdom you have gained.
Your fortnight ended, you journey back again.

We all beneath you are an ocean mystically pulled,
heirs to the gifts you weave at the time we are born.
Like our predecessors who learned to heed
your rhythmic sounds as they planted seed,
it would behoove us, with our vast technology,
to stop and study the sky, your teachings there to see!

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Shadows

I’m leaning out my window gazing at a silhouette against the full yellow moon. “Come to Never-never Land,” calls a voice from my childhood. I reach out to touch the dream - but am left holding shadows. Written by Andrea Dietrich on Nov, 9, 2014/ Theme: Silhouette of Night for the SILHOUETTE OF A HEPTAGONET Contest of nette onclaud

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Poetry Soup Kitchen

-Poetry Soup Kitchen-

Grab your aprons and spoon
Today we will not think of the stars and the moon,

Open your eyes, be grateful for all we have
Together we can paint the world
In any which way we desire

Let's give, live and celebrate the New Year
Poetry Soup Style
Happy New Year 
2015


By:PD

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Beneath the shattered

Test me
I am willing
To fail

Failure
Is not fatal
At all

All things
Are born to be
Broken

Break free
From the outer
Hard shell

Shells can
Hide the beauty
Within

With love
Flowing freely
We glow

Glowing
For all the world
To see

Seeing
All the beauty
They smile

Smiling
Brings them pleasure
As well

Welling
Up from their soul
A gift

Gifted
To all who are
Shattered


I decided to call this a  "Mussetle Train" try one out it is fun.
2 4 2 non rhyming take a word from the end of each stanza(car)
and use a derivative of it to form the premise of the next car in the train.


I am playing with a non rhyming vesion of the Musette form.
The last word of each stanza forms the premise of the next.

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One Christmas Morn

We awoke to a bleak Christmas day. Fog had stolen the magic away. Dawn was broken and could not rise up to greet us. Still we sang out joyfully with gratitude to the heavens. Our song was heard, the fog lifted, and morning’s enchantment poured down golden. (Theme #1: Cat Steven's "Morning Has Broken") Written Dec. 20, 2014 by Andrea Dietrich For the Enchantment Through Prism Poetry Contest of nette onclaud

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High Bred Reality

     Soul progress
     back field in motion
The guff
     Chose, chose, live grow leave!  GO!

Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump started into a human mold

    White clapboard poverty with tiger lily blooms,
blueberry rake poverty woolen looms.

Riffs of Emerson, Whitman, Longfellow dawns,
mothers’ hazel eyes, father Davidesque form,
chosen to drive twixt a Jew and a screw.
          Magnet of lunacy...
Tumbled like an agate into the stream of life
part of the dream lesson
scream      lesson

Abuser of power, one who had once roared,
 Eve shaped now, weak and mewling
                 between the weeds of woe.
Care taken by lovers torn.
          Watched over by pedophile uncles.
Befriended by lewd Father of sons.
Adult child, searching amongst the Word
for the Word is God           and GOD …
       There are so many   words
    
Root ripped scenes from beauty to horror
Shiksa* taunts seep in with the smell of borsch. 
 A pumpkinseed amongst the pricks of Brooklyn
A wild rose planted in the asphalt soil 
     Doo-wop      ditty
Jew’s bop to a Dago harmony,
bagels, bialys and the French twisted strands 
of great grandma’s hair.
          Clipped, stripped of family shoved whole 
into yet another new mold.
      True believers,  ah yes,      fanatics all.
The struggle to survive whole healthy
dipped in, dripped in, a bath of acid and  thorazine. 
Polish priests pedal platitudes to the sisters of St. Joseph 
behind the gilded glory of the Church.

Raped by trust and betrayed by lovers,
a rose married to a prickles thorn,
so empathy is gained, and a healer born.
              Metal must be formed in a crucible of fire 
A healer can not be born without tasting the pyre.