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Details | Free verse |

The Park Bench

The Park Bench

I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die

When we look into our mirrors
We sometimes miss
What love dumps upon all of us
We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears

I have no legs, nor any crutches
So my voyage has ended
I only observe
Sadness upended

When goodness is confused
When gestures are refused
When the kiss that could have been
When a poets tear seems obscene

The one who hears is often deaf
The deaf sometimes have nothing left
If I could give a kiss away
I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway

Drawing love on paper in may

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016



Details | Free verse |

The Blind Painter

There is a part of me missing
There is a part of me that shall never be
Inside of this dark sad brooding mind
Is the painter who will never see

So I take my pen, and vaso of wine
I contemplate
I get lost in the drunkenness of time
Stooped over my own memories on a sour palette

I had the brushes staring at the naked breast
My paints were frozen, at such beauties unrest
Erect and tall, at her feet I did fall
The blind painter, who lost it all

So now you see I am a poet of some seedy sort
Painting Braille, is poetry of my last resort
I write down words with the flourish of my pen
The Braille poet, cause painting I could not fend

I take words and wish them bountiful explosive colors
If only I had talent, a painter and not a story teller
So for me, in pain and clad in the cloth of sadness
I write words, for this painter has only Braille

I have no painting brushes
I possess no smile, wandering along on wistful miles
Of blindness, blowing in the winds of the frail
No map for the future, and yet I set sail

Hoping my words one day will be seen
By an artist who paints the soul and the serene
She takes my blindness and paints boldly my dreams
Taking my words, from Braille to bright pastel creams

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

- A Most Beautiful Symphony of Love -

 
Rhythmic tones form a most beautiful symphony of love 
A shining star as nature's splendor reflects Heaven’s light 
It’s my destiny to learn a passion and purpose to use now 
Even for a moment, I would not change for you’re my love 
And love is a blessing, an eternal gift that keeps on giving 
Take your wish, shattered dreams—leave this world behind 
And we shall seek and find a togetherness with lullabies pure 
For each new emotion my heart shall always find you dearest 
 
Sending warm golden stirring echoes dancing into your dreams 
Softly lips whispering so gently in the air as a loving tune sings 
As the warm sun lights up our footsteps treading on golden sands 
Perfect maiden you’re the siren ringing bells for midnight chimes 
True precious bride inside the heart you have keys to all the doors 
Walk with me hand in hand as the soul breathes and butterflies sigh 
Ocean waves crash—kissing salt of the earth as windows flutter free 
Safely sitting on the throne as the crown graces a fair maiden queen 
 
Our special music reflects the precious nature of our love dearest 
As we share enchanted moments with each other so real and pure  
When I take your hand in mine, I feel the magic warmth of passion 
When I gaze into your eyes, I sense the depth of our love forever 
The delight I share with you dear one defies all human description 
And so my love—enjoy the oneness we share as two souls together 
As we bask in God’s own heavenly light and music in His Universe 
Our hearts unite as one in forming a most beautiful symphony of love 




 
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman © 
A Collaborated Poem – June 22, 2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Gift of Poetry

A poet enters a private sanctuary,
A sacred place where the imagination
Dwells with a mélange of emotions
Conceived by aesthetic beauty,
Often divine and esoteric in nature;
That comprehensive longing to
Express through common language
That which is so vitally uncommon. 
Words that seek to form a bridge 
Between intellectual abstract thought
And the world of the inarticulate.

A way to express the depth of sorrow
While having it become a cathartic
Release, thereby relating to others
In commiseration and heartfelt empathy.
Poetry has the ability to help, to heal.
To reach souls enduring that same pain
May be a blessed gift poetry genuinely
Offers in a nonintrusive manner, helping
Lonely souls know they are not alone.

No-one escapes the loving light poetry sheds.
It dwells inside each of us, realized or not.
It teaches with simplicity, expands the mind,
Ingratiates itself without any effort when
Expressed with forethought and integrity.
It may stir emotions from the most stoic.
Speech itself, lives and breathes, and is poetic. 
Acquiesce to that silent voice inside which 
prevails upon the heart to be released in verse.

Poetry may elevate our spirit with such intensity 
To generate a feeling akin to euphoric bliss.
Poets, honored in past glory with the status of Kings,
Now dwell in a world often misunderstood by the
Masses too busy to take the time to regard its worth.
How fortunate for the insightful who appreciate and
Embrace the ageless, immortal soul poetry provides.
They are blessed and will give birth to future poets.

© Connie Marcum Wong


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

White Picket Fence

Featuring: Keith :)
----------------------
Fresh sand garments 
The Mental Colosseum floor
Self-infliction's--waging wars 
----------------------

~ AND THE POEM BEGINS ~

A mask, tiny holes
Breathing heavily
Dancing around my toes
Broad carbon steel
Safe behind my will
Equipment of revenge
Fencing the world with my eyes

I bow, with the morning dew,
 My mind a dual in its own world.
When the curtains lift,
I prepare myself with a weapon--   
Epee Crest to protect my chest
A sword sharper than  fangs
I circle my blade around the door knob 
Ready to face the world 
Practicing --in hopes today, I won't retreat

“Fencers ready!"
ATTACK!
A magical knightress
Painted in white
"Let's dance!"

~ THE SHOW BEGINS ~

Queen Amri  "VS" The Damsel 
Wishing it was over
Stainless steel echoes
“Every poke counts”
 Hoping & Taking
 
No room to disengage   ---I retreat
Peacefully I secure my stance 
On Guard!
I lean in, I disengage  ---I flee
Back again, I lunge 
The Queen is too smart to retreat
I -Amri, parry away from the argument of the lunge.
Recoil & Double tapped
In and out….. I'm struck
Boldness---
Back to the drawing board
On guard, I stand like a statue
Out of breath; feels like I'm dying
Yet I am still fighting.
The Queen knows what to do.   
TODAY~
I Yield, She Wins!

Raising our foils 
---At the on guard of another day

I move in swiftly, cutting like razor blades
Using refreshed energy
24 / 7 
I attack, She provokes!
Sand runs its course
Victorious against the queen
Touch – tied – triumph -- Touché
Standing on my own 2 feet

I am the 
-Grand Finale Show-
Conquering The Battles Inside
TODAY~
-I WIN!-

by; PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Jazz Man

JAZZ MAN

Lips of sweat,
Igniting catalyst tune as they burn, 
Crossed eyes, attention spreads
feeling the whiteness in the pure magic
Each memo confronts the other, 
Soul cord of depth, 
and for one short-lived moment.
Losing sight of reality in a stasis of oasis.
The passionate barb sticks note directly into the atmosphere
Each message is a flood of scheme, 
singing the blues, this smooth criminal
angel of birth, in your hands
luring you to a road in heaven.
The lights are all you feel; 
you can see the forgotten masterpiece.
Bathing in it, as the drums go on, 
the mob gathers, to feel the whiteness of the trumpet.
He is rotating his saxophone, 
making love to the crowd.
His horn comes with words that deepen the soul,
the crowd is mesmerized.
He extends his hands,
A standing ovation,
Slamming and whistling,
Louder than thunder,
Mr. Jazz man is done
With no condom at all……………………….

by;

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

The Flower -part one-

“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you, 
WAITING, 
Until you pick the right flawless touch.

Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,

Courtyard azure eyes, 
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left. 
A bully against arrogant threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious sky
Asters claim the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
~
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness, 
A sweet Lotus echo 
Slight yelps of agony carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.

Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity, 
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will, 
A short story, gone astray!
Tonight, we plant a tree, 

The Flower wilts
The gardener cries


03-06-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

- Life Behind The Mirror -



Enchanting chambers made of glass 
Breaking reflections shatter falling into ruin
The history behind the tears and sorrow of a heart
Fragile echoes inside truth broken always sings 
If this be loves beauty like dropping crystals splash
Speaks a language of one thousand tongues when the sparks fly
 
The soul released from thought 
Faraway shadows cover a dream
When you have found what you're looking for
And always breathe in the beauty of nature
Silver buds glisten in morning dew 

Millions of years before you or me
Weeping willow hangs heavy over us 
These things and so many more
have made you and me understand
Blossoming sunshine shades golden 
Crowned kissed by love in the summer  rain 

What a beauty to wake up to birdsong
Carried on gentle winds when they sigh
Hearing screams from the raven far up in the mountains
Secrets of the water flowing whispers 
Our lives have a meaning here on this earth
Stars circle your space in another realm 
Thoughts and dreams put together as mosaic
A moon smiles as shadows dances to a joyous tune 
The smell of pine needles tickle in the nose
As a sun lights our footsteps with golden harmony 
Commitment strong and sense of purpose is the key to life
 






13.05.2015
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

A Mother's Envy and Pride

Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in your look though you are young;
The earth made only nine revolutions 
since you came out to see the sun.

Unguarded and arched, your brows 
betray high wire tension; enough 
to light up a hundred moons and warm
plump cheeks to cherry bubble gum.

Be not impatient to grow; you smell
of open grasshopper meadows
and firefly lighted lakeshore walks.
You’re a mother’s envy and pride.

Red lips! Your passion for life exists.
Scarlet, lipstick would be a surfeit -
Today as then till many summer’s been,
your spirit will always be free as the mist.



After:  Portrait of Carol Nye  Rhoades (Robinson) (1915)


For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting No. 2
Kim Patrice Nunez
08 January 2016

Poem of the Week:  January 10-16, 2016

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Why oh Why Seren Roberts and Tim Smith

Why oh Why

A Collaboration between Seren Roberts, Tim Smith and Arthur Vaso

Poem inspired by Seren Roberts

Each poem written from a different view
The Murderer
The Murdered
The Mannequins who witnesses the crime


Why of Why
Lovers Die
Mannequins Cry


Sat, with his head in his hands
Remembering how love had once been,
Now, because of his stupidity 
He was on his own, solitary again

Remembering, how love had been,
Behind the bars he now calls home
He was on his own as before and again,
Realizing, he was such a petty bitter fool

Behind the bars he now calls home
His mind, aflame with tears of regret
Realizing he was an utter fool,
To have stabbed her to death in a bloody pool

 His mind aflame, with deep regret
 Why... did he buy a knife that day...why?
 To have stabbed her to death
 Cause she had given love another try.

Oh how he wishes, its he that had died


Lovers Die

I linger with the scent of flowers
cascading over what was once spring showers

Your red hands drip   passion
long since cooled
darkness surrounding you has lifted
and only I can see the light

Why couldn't you leave
a girl clamoring to be free
dressed in a burnt orange skirt
driven to the stake with your hurt

Words were written on the wall
but all you did was erase it all
Twisted   as the knife turns
in a cell    your hell burns


Mannequins Cry

We have no faces
We have no voices
You think we have no feelings
You see us as objects in commercial spaces

We saw the hidden knife unfold
We saw the young ones stabbed so bold
Pain is the emotion that frightens us all
Mannequins crying, tears running as we see her crawl
 
When the blood flowed
When the redness of hate showed
We with no faces
Shed tears at the human disgraces

Such young love so brutally robbed
By the jealous and lonely one, made us all sob
He regrets I am sure the hate that overflowed
Life's so torn it can't be sown

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Always From The Heart



"Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes." "Le Petite Prince" Antoine De St. Exupery touch me and i'll touch you we don't do this on a whim measure twice cut once but always from the heart some use words rarely used in conversation let these wonderful poets tickle that market's fancy there are those knit you a scarf from yarns of clouds warm your day with a smile reflects the clean heat of a nineteen nineteen sun others who write you a poem you can share with a child visions painted in words cups of hot chocolate with those teeny weeny marshmallows children's grandiose proclamations of love with every sip for them the ambrosia of Gods confirmed by their laughter of joy you see hopscotch squares loosely drawn in chalk you see your daughter hear an echo for the first time some poetry does that conjures a thousand pictures of pure innocence also poetry that sings with rhymes that are natural, neatly placed in the story being told or sometimes the kind occasionally trips on the page love doesn't demand conditions sonnets neatly metered roll off the tongue or even if it twists a bit leaves you with a knot stick it out and laugh it straight easy as that we're here for each other people before words let's love each other just because we can touch me and i'll touch you we don't do this on a whim measure twice cut once but always from the heart Jan 14 2016 armand

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Pleasures of Reading

It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities

I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove her pink dress
Tiss then
I shall see she derives her pleasures
As I read her

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Poet

Poet—Your words,
Like garments of
Gold and silver thread,
Shimmering in sunlight
Or bathed by moonlit glow,
When shed—
Leave me breathless,
Caught up in their naked truth
And timeless flow—
And I become aware
Of nothing else.



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

There Lies Art

The easel beholds a half finishing painting
The paints beside have all hardened
Pain reflected in the partial emptiness
Staring back at that gathered crowd

The sun melts on the canvas page
Creation explained in elapsed rage
Notions and pleas from dried paintbrushes
Strewn across the almost barren floor

One to the other in whispered voice
I wonder if this would have been his choice?
Empty wine bottles twirling in light
Beside the dead body, a painting just right

There lies Art
In repose
His final painting
His last prose

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Butterfly Dreams

I look through my prism
Still I can not see
All of your vibrant colours

I wish for the beauty of a sunrise
To see the brilliance of flowers blooming
Bright blue sky and emerald waters
The colours of fall leaves
I want a rainbow symphony
To hear and see your complete majesty
For my eyes to dance with your flitting wings

The magnificence of you 
is isolated behind a wall of dark grey
A protective layer of granite
Cold to the touch
Unyielding 

I chip
searching for cracks
I tap out a cryptic message
Hoping you will understand
You guide me to the entry way
past the sentinels
Down the corridors
To your banquet hall
Where now I celebrate
Marvel at the brilliance of you
I see
I hear
I feel
Each colourful note

My prism 
had been inadequate to the task
Your wings spread across my imagination
Oh so many vivid colours
Colours a rainbow can't possibly articulate 
Other butterflies would look anemic next to your splendour
Diamonds would lack clarity and brilliance
As I gaze at your form
I try to comprehend
the magnificence of you
I marvel at perfection
You light upon my shoulder
and give me butterfly kisses
My heart is overjoyed 
for in that moment I have 
a glimpse of paradise!




SKAT's butterfly Contest.


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Cemetery Was

The cemetery was
Before my very eyes, stillness
Autumn leaves a blanket on the dead

The cemetery was
There, as it always was there
From childhood till now

The cemetery was
For me, my escape, comfort and refuge
Among the strangers and the dead

The cemetery was
My pathway to the heavens
The gateway to my dreams

The cemetery was
Until that one fateful day
My sanctuary

The bullet wasn’t even meant for you my love
You are dead none the less, beneath me
I, who weeps at your grave, lifeless too

Now the cemetery is my hell
Tormented by what ifs
I breathe the autumn frost only

That one day
Our daughter will become
You

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

How Do I See You

How Do I See You

People often wonder
How they are perceived
Some think they're kind and nice
When really they are filled with greed

Some are selfish and self-righteous fools
A few think their beauty is mascara in blue
Some feel that de meaning others makes them upright
They usually run, when challenged to the fight

So now the question comes down to this
How do I see you Sir or do you wish to stay in bliss
You are not normal, that’s for sure
You may suffer from emotions’ scares

Your pain may be physical and intense as a hot star
So no you’re not normal, you can’t fly away
Too many look up to you
For your noble and kind ways

You give comfort and solace to those in need
Your kindness exceeds even a Rich kings largest decree
You are an engineer and builder of dreams
Reaching out to people with compassion, sometimes unseen

You belong in the kingdom of heaven
I do believe they have an all Irish bar section!
Its there we can share a brew or maybe a few
Laughing at those who live downstairs in hotter pews

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

I Am Broken

Legs that can’t fly
Heart that can’t love
Lips dry
Kisses under go a rye

I am blind
Only seeing within the past lens
Only holding on to memories
That wont last
Your sweet smile fades away
As I whispered in my deepest of dreams

Now I live inside insane mad thoughts
You have moved on
I am not longer in your way
My love lingered
No more can I sway

Your beauty
My dreams
I have lost directions
Flowers never come in May

Waves’ roll to shore
Angels play in the tempest sea
They know not love was not for me
Blankets keep the royal lovers warm

I left to winters charm
Coldness is my home
Chilled thoughts haunt my very bones
Broken and all alone

Forlorn
Battles yet fought
Over me grave
Besot, tears still drop
Underneath

Poetic flowers bloom

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Lost forever in a portrait of love

~

“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure” 

Canvas on easel waits patiently,
naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes

“White on white destined pleadings”

Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
blending passion’s tints…
Seductive bristled breaths fall

“Soft curves fill unframed desires”

Orchid skin seeps semi-gloss wishes, 
hues of fire fed glazing 
Smooth along tender tan lines

“Valleys of bliss penetrate oiled needs”

Mahogany eyes captivate,
portals shimmering silently, 
beckoning in secretive glances

“Seductive palettes draw on my sight”

Crimson lips in a whimpered pout,
satin pillowed arching designs
whisper me my dreams 

“Their touch breaks my will”

As I paint you, I linger in lust
Overwhelmed by your beauty, 
falling helplessly into this masterpiece

“And we become one via art”

Saturated in drop cloth drippings,
sighs of fevered temptations rise
releasing abstract movements

“Acrylic serenity, vibrant achings”

Melting in chromatic motion,
collapsing among over-sprayed delirium,   
embracing flowing iridescent endings

“Lost forever in a portrait of love”
 

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Daydream Dancing

Clair de Lune filters 
with wings
through graceful waves of air
in every raindrop ping
creating our symphony

      spin me a room
      weave me a rainbow
      be my shining diamond
      always holding me near
      play me, persuade me

Emerge in the window to my heart
holding strong same beliefs
pulling pirouetted dreams
a duet of two 
roses blooming

      spin me a picture
      paint me a vivid view
      raise me from rags to riches
      never throw me away
      lift me, kiss me

Come dance with me
 


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

PERCEPTION

   PERCEPTION

Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure me out
Randomly it comes your way
Underneath a never known chemistry
Ask me to stay and I may
Grinding your teeth into my way
Cut out my eyes, and store them up
A tongueless mouth, nothing to say

Maybe by tomorrow you will forget
Losing myself in my own conversation
Hiding behind my one big regret
Don't know, Don't care
You had me open up
A book I closed, knowledge lost

No need to see 
A mystery called deception
What I am cannot be seen with the naked eye
Along came you using your *ucked* up perception
The ability you miss use
making sense of this connection
A process you carry with your own  patterns
You asked, you listened,  without making assumptions
A taste to take off my shoulders, 
To release an error locked in my Asylum
I myself am enjoying the insights about him
He's got me convince, using his perception
               
  :)
SKAT

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

- Haunted Beauty -

 

The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland; 
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply. 
Emmie was only 12 years old, and so innocent and beautiful. 
One night, she was woken up by a dripping sound; 
an echoing sound of water drops in a sink; 
rhythmic and terrifying. 
She sat on her bed, and suddenly appeared a free floating arc of strange light. 
It's that time of year again: Halloween night. 
Doors flew open and shut; strange voices and footsteps started. 
She was so frightened, that she almost threw up. 
Emmie made the sign of the cross, and plunged into a thicket of thorny wild roses. 
Terrified, excited and ready to run out of the house in 20 seconds, 
she overheard whispering words: "All beauty must die." 
The voice was so deathly, that it sent chills through her spine. 
It did not make it any better that it sounded too close to her ears. 
Her nightdress being torn by rose thorns like papers in a paper shredder, 
she ran as fast as she could; not back to the old castle, 
but away from the creepy voice, and strange events 
in the old castle. 
Exhausted, she searched for a place she could find rest 
"All beauty must die" the voice visited 
her unceremoniously once more. "What do you want from me? 
Is it wrong to be born beautiful? " 
she asked, wondering where she got her courage from. 
The energy to scream or run departed her, 
the moment she saw a woman dressed in white, 
levitating in the air, and moving towards her; 
a horrid face that carried the night's darkness, 
looked decayed, with worms crawling out from it. 
Remember this is a true story about Emmie; 
she gets chills just remembering the events of that night…… 





Contest: Halloween Co-Writes, By Diane Locksley

Poem Written by: Teddy Kimathi and Anne-Lise Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

- Sparkling Oceans Apart -


You're a maiden so hot burning thoughts 
whom melts ice inside deep waves salted 
unfolding ocean swells kissing your feet 
For once spoke those hot lips the truth shining 

Sunshine pleasing warm beholding to 
one's eye golden crowned jewel beauty 
rainbow luster coloring pearl treasure 

It's giving off their beauty pure free 
that does not require something in return 

A lady whom pleases the heart warm 
Princess cut with deep class sparkling pure 
utopia's adorable sun rise 

How the body is heated and hear 
her echoing heart beat in the chambers 

Shining a future path dreaming ore 
every single moment precious links 
each one spent with you falling under spell 

Love is like pure sparkling magic gem 
unpredictable true and marvelous 


Magic silk covers batting eyelids 
enchanting soft lovingly flowers 
beautiful petals held within the shell 
Let the rose live forever and the sun 
shines always endless times glistening gold 





Written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne- Lise Andresen 
a co write in a 9/10 syllable count
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 



 - Thank you my friend Liam !
 

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time. 
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand. 
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand. 
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine. 
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep. 
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire. 
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in. 
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming. 
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark. 
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire. 
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife. 
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Best Poem I've Ever Read



I learnt a long time ago.....art depends on how the person
experiencing your work perceives it...........so please don't
get upset...........how someone............judges your poetry
it is but the perception of one person..........a singular look
how one person looks at what you wrote....... .....when my
daughter...when my daughter was five........only five years
old...she built me....... .......a poem..........that is what she
told me.."daddy I built you a pome".....I can tell you it is to
this day the best poem I have ever read.....better than any
of the masters...........better than any famous modern poet
even Shakespeare....could not compete...... ....with a poem
written......by a five year old girl.............I will share it with
you now...you may or may not agree with me........that it is
the best poem you ever read......the poem my five year old
daughter built for me is this..."daddy i love you so so much"
...she even included an internal rhyme..."so"with "so"and to
this very day...........it is the best poem.....I have ever read
so you see....art is subjective....it lives based on perception

01~22~2015
With My Love
    Armand


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Autumn Colours

i am surrounded by a blaze of  flaming colors in God's garden.
autumn happily creating with her palette in hand the September scape.

a thousand shades of reds, yellows, browns, earth tones spread,
blended perfectly by the artist's loving hand, a sensual delight.
a masterpiece, sketched against a bark colored scrim of nature's flesh.

with my eyes opened wide and my body clothed in autumns light 
quenched but still wanting, unwillingly i stagger away, drunk from exposure.







Maurice Yvonne
September 2 2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

THIS, MY INK'S DESIRE



Alphabets gather as words unravel
the passing and returning of moans;
lines of phrases inflame the arteries 
of beauty, angst, love woven 
by imagination's pining.
Sound of words… taste of vowels… 
touch of verses enter the soul, as if to dive
into the very basin of layered expressions.
On a fresh scroll baring my bones and raw mood,
I enter a daring challenge
with a theme that reels my senses
as poetry makes the eyes hungry.

Yes…feel me, temper my insanity, 
hold my fleshed  passion as I connect
with an audience to share how a night
devours monsters at the seams.
And yet, this refrain loses as the final poll
excludes my name. Why so? My lenses 
run up and down the fourth time; my breath
skips : but the multitude of acclaim
from my readers inhabit my soul,
allowing me to shower my ink 
with deeper hues as my inner congas 
beat for another round of adventure;
this time more assured that by nourishing
my own desire to regard the heart's compass
first and foremost is what matters..

as always.


     ...............  
Jerry T Curtis' Contest
12/30/2014







Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

EULOGY FOR THE ELDON GALLERY, WATERLOO


Once, it sold cultivated 
pigment, before it became 
a catacomb of cardboard drapes.
Makeshift out-of-business signs
made me wonder if the gallery owner 
intended his display,
subtitle: irony frames rage. 

Gone, the watercolour 
weeping chartreuse, a harsh backdrop 
of morose blues; Gone,  the oil 
on wood, knife strokes applied 
so thickly, it almost moved; Gone, 
charcoal sketches of thunderstorms 
greying the shores of Port Elgin.

Dark, now, halls that sheltered 
dreamscapes, art undisciplined, squeezed 
into corners, elbowing for attention. 
I ache 
                                for one dove 

that clung to an azure sky, 
the coo of my name, 
but I'd been unable to take him home 
to my cube cage. He deserved 
a rectory or a view that would provide 
sanctuary. His wings had beat against 
pulse points; one feather
tickled a memory 

of a robin that aimed 
for a cloudless sky but
collided with a picture window —  
its point of contact left a scarlet smear.
Grandmother carefully wrapped 
the corpse in yesterday’s news.

I trudged to the garbage can, 
unseen, found D-E-A-D
in its shroud, snuck to the garden 
and buried it under tall phlox, 
florid snap dragons; a child sobbing, 
wrenched by a world 
where beauty is fragile, 

                                disposable.

Today, people walk along the street, 
hold devices that fail to signal
that something living slowly
starves to death, atrophies; I watch
a happy girl point to a puddle, 
but her mother fails to see 
the large coin it holds.

There had been a portrait, 
like a sun shower, its perfect fault lines 
of light and rain, a woman shoed in waves, 
almost overtaken, her footsteps 
stolen by unnatural foam…
I am so sorry, artist unmet, 
do you even know 

                                you've flown 

into a shut window. 






Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Point Of View

Barefoot in a field of daisies hair blowing in the breeze smile beaming ear to ear babbling brook streaming nearby A picture, no words A story, unheard Sunrays shining down from the cerulean morning sky a parasol twirling in her hand shading those beamish eyes The cottage of stone hidden in a bed of spruce trees ashen smoke flowing from the ancient chimney A picture, no words A story, unheard The picture won't change It's what you construe Each story may vary based on a point of view Pictures, paintings, natural beauty drawings, photos, or sculptures A picture, no words A story, unheard

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015