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Endless Love


In my soul, I shall never find 
another who completes me like you.
Our endless love, for strength 'tis true,
I rely to face those days of resign.
But always does my heart remind
of blessings from heavenly blue.
The ties of eternity like glue
shall always endure, bridge and bind.

My heart renewed was once threadbare
worn and ragged under bitter tears.
Oh, the first dance of love as a pair!
Tears of joy displace the trembling fears.
A love entwines two hearts aware
as endless bands of gold appear.




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A Failed Marriage

My shallow waters have failed to hide the deeper agony pulsating inside. I could forgive your lies but not forget. Do you have remorse, do you feel regret? Feelings were buried in a shallow grave as we failed to mend the love God gave. You failed to speak and I failed to listen, Fingers are pale where golden bands once glistened. Broken hearts called to each other refusing to bend. Not so long ago, I called you my best friend. Now, I'm left to grieve my failed marriage. The love we shared, your words disparaged. I could forgive your lies but not forget. Where is your remorse or display of regret? I can no longer burden myself with this shame. Standing tall, I have given my sorrow a name. I struggled to save our once happy home, but you chipped it away when you decided to roam. So goodbye I shout to you and to failure! Moving forward, your love is no longer my cure. My life is becoming a new adventure, and memories of your face are becoming a blur. Yes, I could have forgiven your lies, tried to forget, if your heart felt remorse or just a little regret. * a work of fiction For Nailed or Failed Contest (Black Eyed Susan)


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A Bicycle in the Wind


On a bicycle, freedom's flight Pedaling 'cross the horizon Reflections of blue in my sight With dreams of lassoing the sun A girl's spinning wheels leave the ground On a bicycle, freedom's flight O'er the treetops without a sound Veils of darkness fall out of sight Wishing in the morning star's light Bright tomorrows, I wait to greet On a bicycle, freedom's flight My pink beauty with flowered seat Dark days return and tides do rise Still, memories soothe in the night Two wheels like wings of butterflies On a bicycle, freedom's flight


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A Tightrope Walk


I balance on a tightrope. Surrounded by 
lovers and dreamers, I teeter above a raging sea.
I admire their glossy smiles and envy
their bright-eyed confidence; envy is a sin, I know.
Please forgive me; a lie would carry more guilt.
The waves crash in dark shades of gray, still they smile.
Their laughter from all around pierces the thin air.
I teeter alone; I may or may not fall.
My fate is undetermined, in my own hands;
the tragedy today may be tomorrow's comedy.
Their laughter echoes...
On a day like today, the fresh tears sting. 
If only I could wake from the nightmare,
pry open the windows of my tortured soul.
If only I could charm the feral...if only.
Oh, the skeletal monsters we are bequeathed!
Yes, I understand the meaning of loyalty.
A fool believes the wicked will fall.
A fool believes the merciless will change.
Can a hollow chest develop a beating heart?
I chisel stone walls, searching for a glimmer of hope,
a flicker of humanity behind steel beams.
Could you spare a token of remorse?
I dare to drop a coin in a fountain of wishes.
A pocketful of coins jingle as my wishes sink
to the bottom of the venomous waters. 
I am patient as I teeter on the tightrope.
The audience cheers taking pleasure in my pain.
Blood pulsates through my veins, yet I feel cold winds
penetrate my soul. I refuse to cower or
live in contention... 
Blood is thicker than ink. 
I find my balance in the written word, a gift of life! 
Words sometimes spill from a bleeding heart.
I beseech the ghosts of the past to end their haunting.
Their breath is the frigid wind. I find shelter...
Tempered is the skin of the wounded. Who knows
what may lie beneath the flesh. In the mirror,
you may find a frightened child in need of love.
Most find the strength to balance and stand.
Every step brings me closer to solid ground...
I am reaching for you. Please take my hand.


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An Eagle's Prayer


An eagle rose up to the light, soaring above the land.
The suffering it saw below, it struggled to understand.
A man cried near a river bank, wings dived to catch the tears.
The eagle prayed, "Lord, help me cast every sorrow, every fear
straight to your care at Heaven's door, no soul should feel this pain.
Lord, I will be your eyes, your wings; please, guide me through the rain.
I'll soar above each lonely heart creating an image of grace.
Then, I'll fly to earth from blue skies lifting the eyes of every face.
For if they feel your love for them, all may forget their grief,
and some will get a glimpse of Heaven, though it might be brief.
I pray each one receives this gift to carry in their hearts.
You are the Father. They, your children, cannot exist apart
from You, oh Lord, though I'll never know why so many try...
I pray Lord, my majestic flight will bring hope to all who cry."


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On the Ocean Waves


Echoing seas rise, 
I settle in for the eve
on a boat of memories.
I float parallel 
to the perilous breaking
of tides, crashing near the shore.
Unaware of risk,
I dream under starlit sky,
reflections of yesteryear. 
Joyful days of youth
sparkle on the ocean waves
embracing me with their glow.  
Rocked by endless sea,
each wave is a mystery
bearing life and aged secrets.
Divulging desires
and nature's rhythm of truth
into the depths of my soul.
Ev'ry starlit night,  
you will find me here.
I am free, one with the sea.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 29, 2012
for On the Ocean Waves Contest (Francine Roberts) 


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His Eyes

In my husband's eyes,
shining light beams from his soul
like sirius bright 
behind those eyes, pure love glows
the love of family bonds

In my husband's eyes,
years of memories twinkle
and dreams of 'morrows
his eyes are portals to us
his eyes are sexy to me!


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 3, 2012
for nette onclaud's sexy poetry contest

Sixth place finish


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A Wedding Day Rose



A wedding day rose pale in dress 
'twas as fair as the maiden bride.
Vanity’s breath in two hands caressed;
tendrils warily pruned, implied.
Quiet beauty bequeathed filled with pride. 

Budding flower in light cascading, 
veiled imitation none could foresee.                                                     
Blushing petals fall, brittle and fading. 
Sunset bore weeping groom’s last decree.
Then into darkest night, he did flee. 

A wedding day rose in graceful frock
shall charm all attendees eternal.
Apart from the bud with thorny stalk, 
head silently rotting internal.
Dewdrops cloud o’er the earth infernal.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/11/13
for Giorgio Veneto's The rose (Allegory) Contest


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The Bluest Sky


Searching for sparrrows in the bluest sky, I tossed my heartache into the wind. Then, from the blue, to my dismay, the cold wind blew it back again. On Heaven's breath, my wide eyes saw a sparrow and a friend, and a voice called from bluest sky forgive and make amends.


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A Woman's Only Friend


Middle-aged woman puffs a cigarette right outside the grocery store entrance. Her dark eyes fall from mine while beads of sweat trench above furrowed brow. “Spare a few cents?” she asks under her breath. My muscles tense. Annoyed, I shake my head; no words are spoken. I toss a coin in her pail. Still smoking, She gestures with a nod. The hazy air hangs, weighted with her stench. As stone eyes glare, my son begins to cough nearly choking. Hard days have come to my family; life has knocked us down. Humiliated, I beg to survive, you see; even through strife, we had love but no home. So forgive my intrusion today as you hurry by. It’s a nasty habit. You don’t approve. My kids are gone; last week, the state removed them. Now, this smoke seems like my only friend. God took my spouse last year. I can’t pretend life’s good. Forgive me. I, too, disapprove. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 27, 2012 for You Don't Understand Contest (Cyndi MacMillan)


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