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While walking amongst an angry crowd,
trying to escape the turmoil surrounding me,
Hope appeared. I took her arm;
She guided me through the chaos.
In the sea of mayhem, we were separated, I lost sight of her.
Frantic and overwhelmed; dizzy with the shifting of the crowd,
a small opening appeared; I maneuvered my way towards it.
As I stumbled, the opening changed direction;
an exit pattern laid out before me.
Focusing on the exit, I realized I had not lost Hope,
she was clearing the way for me.
With the roar of the crowd behind me,
Hope and Peace stood before me.
Originally written: June 2016 for Paula Dyer after the tragic loss of her husband, John Dyer.
Date: Jan. 7, 2022 entered in Brian Strand Poetry Contest
Placed 1st in contest
Date: Feb. 3, 2022 entered in Hope Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani
Placed 3rd in contest
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In the silence; haunting echoes I can hear
A choir of angels soft and sweet,
Gently, I wipe your mournful tears.
Eternity beckons, drawing you near,
Strains of harmonious refrains that repeat,
In the silence; haunting echoes I can hear.
Worries and regrets no longer will appear,
Heaven has prepared an eternal royal seat,
Gently, I wipe your mournful tears.
Rest my dear, put aside your doubt and fear,
Though shadows fall, you rise and claim your feat,
In the silence; haunting echoes I can hear.
Regret no more, the lonely years,
You will be home, an eternal place, replete,
Gently, I wipe your mournful tears.
A vision shrouds the room and it appears
There is a table being prepared, a blessed fete,
In the silence; haunting echoes I can hear,
Gently, I wipe your mournful tears.
Date: March 1, 2022
For: Original Villanelle Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L. Milton Hankins
Placed 10th in contest
Was the Poem of the Day (POTD)on March 3rd, 2022
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My thoughts like wafts of vapors,
surround me in my dreams,
shifting like the tide,
the ebb and flow along shores seams.
Awakened by a hazy dawn, drifting
in clouds of sleep,
images appear like ethereal vestiges;
emerge, tease, fade, and seep.
Like a poetic puzzle, scattered pieces
lie in wait, for their place in the whole,
a vision that words express;
images from the depth of a passionate soul.
Date: July 30, 2022
For: Brian Strand Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Placed 8th in contest
POTD on Aug. 1st, 2022
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The sun breaks through the grey morning mist,
Winter boughs glazed in shimmering light,
Dew drops glisten, caress and kiss,
Birds chirp in the thicket, before they take flight,
Quietly the sun slips into repose, arousing the portal of night
For: Winter Quintain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
Placed 3rd in contest
December 29th, 2021
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Horses wearing woolen coats
of red, green and grey,
Gather round their daily bale of early morning hay.
Nodding, blissful heads, musing as they munch;
The earth beneath their steady hooves feel the snowy crunch.
Corralled behind sprawling, mended, wooden fences,
Curious they gaze with acute and focused senses.
Nostrils wide, clouds of breath, circling in rings,
Listen closely, hear them softly neigh and sing.
February 4, 2017
March 14, 2024 6th place win in Brian Strands #1294 Poetry Contest
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Undulating veils, gray and gauzy
Seducing hills and valleys,
Whispering secrets in the morning mist.
Received POTW!
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Hear the soft coo-cooing that faithful love imparts,
mourning doves, sharing their beating hearts.
On lofty eaves, build nests of winter pine and twigs,
Keeping their eggs close to their breasts.
Oval shaped, snowy white, they hatch and come alive;
A brood grows and will survive.
Plump bodies speckled in gray and black;
Take flight with fanned out tails that reveal a fringe of white.
The warm summer is nearing its’ end, Mourning Doves and fledglings
Together, will ascend; blue skies headed for the border of Mexico.
March 6, 2022
For: Form-I-Imagism – New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placed 3rd in contest
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reflections of life
sanctified with God's glory
the price of freedom
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There is a great hole in my heart where you fell through.
I can see you still falling deeper and deeper, wondering where
the bottom is, or if there is a bottom.
They say you have to hit bottom before you can rise again,
I pray for the bottom.
I pray for your assent, yet you continue to fall, deeper and deeper
into the dark chasm, clutching onto torment, agony and despair,
which you have mistaken for happiness.
My love for you is not enough to raise you from this hopelessness;
My love must not only be strong, it must be tough.
January 4, 2017
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A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light,
revealing the face of a blushing coquette.
Stepping through time in voluminous dress, bustled and bowed,
a petite silhouette.
She offers her hand to the handsome uniformed, callow cadet.
She moves with eloquence, poise and grace;
He, smitten by her charming demeanor, peaceful, porcelain, angelic face.
Flustered at first, heart pounding accepting his advances,
a gentle kiss and lingering embraces.
The afternoon brought festivities of equestrian competition.
Young cadets, eager to advance, entered to raise their rank and position;
His prowess boasted by the charm of his lady admirer's recognition.
She arrives in a brimmed bonnet, settling in her seat, vying for clear view;
Awaiting her chivalrous cavalier,
preparing, taking position, for the race to ensue.
A shot is fired, she sees him from afar,
waving his silk flag of gold, green and blue.
Gallant and proud, spurring his steady steed without yield.
Thunderous hooves in a cloud of dust, neck and neck as he rounds the field;
Pursing only, the love of his lady, and winning the coveted, golden shield.
February 6, 2017 For Stepping Through Time Contest, February 22, 2017
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