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I remember as a young boy, going out to play, I would sometimes see old Mr. Kimball, sitting on the steps of his porch, often reading the paper. World War II was in full swing so the newspapers and radios were avidly sought out for the latest news.  Mr. Kimball was a fireman, and probably not even that old, but he seemed that way to me.

Sometimes, he would invite me to sit with him and we would talk about everything and nothing.  I loved spending time with him because, he was the only grown up I knew that took the time to entertain the mind of a young boy.

In his front window hung a small flag. It had a red border surrounding a white field, upon which there were two blue stars.  I was always curious about it, so I asked him what it was.  He said “It's a Sons in Service flag.  One star for each son serving.  You remember my boys don't you?”  I did of course.  Chuck, the oldest, used to tease me, calling me a sissy to get a reaction.  Bobby was a couple of years younger, and the bike I was riding once had been his.

Mr. Kimball went on to explain how Chuck was now in the Army and fighting in France.  Bobby was in the Navy, aboard a ship somewhere in the Pacific.  He didn't say it, but I'm sure he was worried about both, communications being what they were back then.

One day, when I was walking over to see him, I noticed that the flag had changed.  It now carried one blue star, but the other one was gold.  With the innocence that comes of being a child, I asked what the gold star meant.  He quietly said “It means Chuck is coming home”, and without further comment, he turned and went in the house.

A couple of days later, I saw a hearse pull up to the Kimballs house, and four men carry a flag draped box up the porch steps.  That is the moment the meaning of war came to a small boy.  I knew Chuck was home.

Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2012

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Kirk: ‘Lt. Uhura, come to my quarters at 1800 hours’
Uhura: ‘Yes captain, might I ask what’s up?’
Kirk: ‘Nothing now but something WILL be at 1800 hours’
Bones: ‘Jim, is this a medical issue?’
Kirk: ‘You bet your boner it is, Bones’
Sulu: ‘Captain, a Klingon ship is approaching’
Kirk:  ‘Blast that sucker to smithereens, I got a date’
Chekov: ‘Captain, you’ll need protection on this mission’
Kirk: No problem Ensign, got a few here in my wallet’

Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘May the force be with you’
Kirk:’ Thanks Obi, but you’re in the wrong contest’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘This isn’t PD’s contest?’
Kirk: ‘HELL no, now SKAT will probably disqualify us’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘Well, may the force be with you anyway’
Kirk: ‘Look Kenobi, nobody’s forcing ANYBODY here’

Spock: ‘Captain, I’m receiving a message from SKATfleet Command’
Kirk: ‘What Mr. Spock? And why do you always talk like that?’
Spock: ‘To qualify for the contest, the writer has to command the ship’
Kirk: ‘Damn it all! What the…FRONT AND CENTER WRITER!’
Writer: ‘Um…All hands on deck?...Anchors away?’

Uhura: ‘Ohh Captain KIRRK, it’s 1800 hours’…
Kirk: ‘Not now Uhura, I’m not in the mood!’
Uhura: Ohh Captain WRITERRR, it’s 1800 hours’…
Writer: ‘Kirk, you have the helm. I’ll be in my quarters’ 
Spock: ‘Fascinating’
Kirk: ‘Shut-up Spock’…

Tim Ryerson
Theme: Sexual harassment in the workplace
For SKAT’s contest

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013

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I looked up at a silver moon 
Peering through a cloud of misty gloom 
As we sailed across the Atlantic Sea 
That fateful night in June 
And as I stood upon the bow 
A furrow crossed my troubled brow 
When I saw a dying star fall from the sky 
As the wind out of the north 
Began to cry 
'Twas then with fearful heart 
I came at last to realize 
That we were sailing 
On a wave of ill-tidings 
Known as 'The Devil's Tide' 
For no omen of the sea 
Brought more fear than thee 
A fallen star -  a silver moon 
Together in the month of June 
If legend true would surely bring us doom 
So with no trace of land in sight 
We sailed onward through the night
I -  the Captain 'Louie Lou' 
With my faithful crew 
Aboard the 3 mast schooner 'Angel - of the Blue' 
On canvas wings we flew 
Upon the wailing wind that blew 
Then suddenly a hush of malaise 
Crushed the summer night
Filling all the crew with dreadful fright 
As all the stars in heaven lost their light 
And the silver moon dipped completely out of sight 
Leaving us to drift without guidance 
To our unknown plight 
An eerie sound began to roll out of the west 
Growing louder and louder as we held our breath 
Until it was upon us and the ship began rise 
As we looked in horror into the Devil's eye 
As the Angel of the Blue began to fly 
Up the Devil's breast she climbed 20 fathoms high 
One by one the Angel's wings were torn away 
As she fought to save us from the Devil's rage 
Screams of horror falling from her timber sides 
As the crew fell into the Devil's tide 
And I -  tethered to the helm -  watched them die 
As we climbed even higher into the Devil's eye 
And as the Angel's body creaked and cracked
We finally scaled the crest and rode upon the Devil's back
Just before I fainted and my world went black 
I woke up in the morning high on a mountain side 
Never knowing just how I had survived 
knowing only that my Angel and my crew had died 
Many years have come and gone since then 
And I am forever haunted by each and every one of them 
My faithful crew and my mighty 'Angel of the Blue' 
I see their faces in my dreams 
As I awaken to their screams 
Wishing, too -  that I had died 
But someone had to live 
To tell the tale of the 'Devil's Tide'.


Author:  Elaine George
Entry for contest:  Legends
Awarded:  First Place

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2007

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My cousin shared her wishes and dreams, On our star gazing night, she whispered them so sweet As a shooting star glided down from the sky, She said, I wish ….. I wish…. all I wish are these tonight Someday, I will marry a smart, rich and handsome guy And have a grandiose banquet on my nuptial rite We’ll be dancing like a lovely prince and princess , With all my wedding sponsors on their best suits and dresses All in pink ,that’s the motif I will surely request. She kept into her dreams as several years passed by, Still searching for her prince charming who’s hard to find Unconsciously going beyond the age to give birth to a child, In a hurry at age of seventy, she took a rich ninety years old guy. The wedding was held after a day or two, The guy seated on his wheelchair with rheumatism on his toe She headed slowly at the alter to accept his shaking hands, Two nurses followed, so with sponsors dressed up in printed brown. The highlight of the wedding rite started at once, They held tightly with a nebulizers on the other hands, But the words of oath, they took time to pronounce False teeth were both misplaced and nowhere to be found. Reception followed grandiosely in the guy’s mansion, I saw many old men and women still eager to dance on the floor, With hunched back, shaking knees, they twisted rock and roll Then, sweet music played and my cousin danced with her groom. But, we all wondered how did he stand alone? He’s so heavy , I knew my cousin couldn’t help him at all, With our great surprise, his nurse was at his side like his crutch Everyone thought , he’s really a smart guy! Was he not? Then, everyone followed them so happily on the spacious hall, And in trio, they held each other so tight and moved like a fool.
Written: Sept. 15, 2012 First Place Contest: My Cousin's Wedding (funny poem) Contest Judged: 9/30/2012 Poet Sponsor: Joann Grisetti

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012

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Thorns tearing as a soul cries out 
For a magic star to appear in the Heavens
Lost in the silver of the moon face 
alone inside a chandelier 
star lighting crystals a rainbow of love
In each teardrop one star falls
Within thoughts dust a trail 
falling water sparkling over jewels glistening 
in each and every wish granted
Shimmering silver treasure 
falling in love you are so beautiful 
sweetly beyond this world and the next 
Twinkling behind dazzling sparkles
jewels of everlasting happiness
bliss will be the joy it brings 
in never ending beauty sings 
Each a warm fluttering inside wings
blushing ruby red lips kissing desire 
deeply turning keys passion hotly breathes
Warm with a fire burning bright
flames openly embracing you love
softly and tenderly sighs sweetly
Touching this dream a gentle warm glow
holding the heart open 
to one stunning beauty of a queen

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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Beyond the skills of escorts
and the appeal of other playthings,
smolders the need of the soul
infused to best every man.
Twelve years have taken
the scars out of the memories,
from the last time I was
up and through
just to come down and out
to find every fairy tale
extends it’s hand
to some tragedy.
The odds don’t warrant
the time of practical effort.
Too keen to the liabilities,
always calculating ends.
It is not the demands of over
or having to start something new
rather, better to remain alone
than to be let down again.
But now I see you,
and it makes me pause
so still, with the whisper --
Are you sure?
	Falls into a deafening singularity 
forbidding even a scream, it’s escape.
I sit and can only see
the touch of Heaven
reaching across the Caribbean
to color your face.
As your smile holds the songs
of every dawn’s temptress,
under the soft disposition
of your eyes 
rests a divine spirit’s symmetry, 
smoothing features
while lensing each strand
the perfect frame.
That once moved a favored King
to murder a man, only to bring
the sword into his own house.
Enabled an army to take 
a strong city with just one horse.
And enslaved the envy of Venus
to sharpen leaden arrows,
but fury slipped her hands
and bled her wrists out.
Blood clotted on the cold muck
of her grave, a suffocating cocoon.
Immersed the viewer becomes, 
and timeless the window
of the heart that is God’s craft,
denying the deceiver’s forgery
of any singed carnality.
As if proximity has been given 
within the mist of your perfume,
in just this one picture
of your face.

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2016

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Burn the night with your yellow shine, fall to my feet with a bleeding heart that begs to exist in my world of fame and fortune. You come and you used and abused my love of truth and expect forgiveness.  He who waits for such forgiveness waits in vain for at night’s end he shall fall like burnt out ash in mid December that serves to bring fourth only warmth and comfort. With tear filled eyes I shall sit and watch you fall to the ground where all murders of the heart go. Squeezing and breathing are skills I have picked up along the road side of lusted souls lost to the hands of flying crows who's one mission is to pick your eyes out at the fist chance they get. Fade assure room less homes, crack walls, broken windows and wingless planes fly high and sore like a bird of rested soul.  In memory of me who lie in her dug out grave seeing a tiny glimpse of the moon and stars fade.

Copyright © Terrica Richards | Year Posted 2015

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What is that
in our western sky
some kind of star
coming near by

it's radiance seems
as bright as the sun
but bowing to the night
it's beauty for reason

so compelling that
star in the sky
it's dazzling light
amazes my eye's

that star without words
beacons me to follow
my soul being bared
for something sacred and hollowed

Yes that is the star
our ancestors spoke of
i can see it with my eye's
that star is filled with love

quick quick hurry let's go
follow that star
where ever it goes

weather near 
or weather far
no matter what 
follow that star

for it was told
by ancient and old
that star would bring
our God and King

can't you see
this wonderful thing
Gods birth on earth
is where this star beams

there in the distance
gathered are the shepards
the lowly lowly shepards
soon to be joined by kings

"all men of the earth"
the angels did sing

to such a lowly place
this star did us bring
to a child born 
in the company cattle
but worshiped by kings
accompanied by the light
of that stars wonderful beam

a lowly lowly place
for the birth of the King of Kings
the place long for told
as the birth place of the King

we were humbled
by the mystery of this birth

this is the way 
God would visit earth

with lowly shepards
under a bright bright star
humbled to be like us
to be near not far

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2009

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my pen this night
is weak
my thoughts though
strong are meek
my dreams are dreams
and that's all that they are
but until i make them come to life
they are as far away as the stars
stars at night are so numerous
i can not count
also are my dreams 
an unset amount
the stars twinkle and move across
my sky
and my dreams they shine
and delight my mind
one star that is present
it is my sun
my dream ever present 
is the only one
the sun it warms me
on winters day
my dream warms me
in various other ways
when the world turns
and my sun appears to go away
my dream is scattered
across the milky way
i count the stars
and dreams alike
beautiful visions
of my delight
but dreams are all they are
until i bring them life
a dawning star 
and bright day light
my heart and mind 
wish with all their might
that i would bring my dream
into the light
"I wish I may, I wish I might
have this wish I make tonight."
and with the rising of the sun
dream and star become as one

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2010

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hey there,
You have lighted up my world..
Now you're the one I am dreaming of
Dont you know,
I can sit here forever,
Just looking into your eyes?
The things I see there
Always take me by surprise
but I don't see you coming...
I see you standing there;
so close but still barely out of reach;
I want to be closer to you,
so I'm on my way...
I will be missing you
I will be missing the places we used to know..
wish i could carry you with me
I hope I make you a little happy too
I am not saying goodbye
I know I'll see you again
I would be crying in that strange city
and you wouldnt be there..
but I will carry on..

6.22.11 (my goodbye poem before I boarded the plane)

Copyright © Jeinara Odonio | Year Posted 2013

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He talks like he’s an old mannered guy,

He acts like he’s around on his twenty five.

He plays his game in a court of fame,

That rising star wearing shorts is so hard to tame.


He makes jokes and we easily get laugh,

He sometimes gets mad and he easily gets rough.

He forced me to write a poem about him,

All I can say is he is much better than a thickly rim.


I say, he is a player and sincere friend as well.

He never leaves you even if you are jumping in hell.

When he cracks his nuts, I can't stop laughing.

That player with ball is terribly so good in dancing.


He has this pink bag on his voluptuous back,

He runs crazily like he’s making his most famous act.

He sometimes gets out of his real focus,

Someday he’ll get things on his well locus.


Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015

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The Morning Star
By Nate Spears
There’s clarity in the depths on my deepest thought
I’m never blind to a world of darkness
I’m challenged by whatever in time
Defeated by my ambition in others

Close to my last day
But far from my last night
And I’m light years away
From my very last fight
The actions of the man
Creates the path of his life
The absence of the man
Restrains his rights
The mentality of a man
Saves the day he's granted 
The intent of the man
Leads him the way the earth has planned it

 So feel my rose as it fades 
Feel my pedals bring a new days
As I sprout beyond the stars
To a galaxy that stands out
The route brings the creation to light
After the day 
After the night
After the darkness
After my arrival 
The morning is tainted
The day is seen in a human’s eye 
Sight has been sinful before and after
You and I
This is the heart filled reason
For the birth Christ.

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

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If there's one thing I have a weakness for It's a restaurant that gets my vote for these ten simple reasons ONE... the ambience when you walk in TWO... a friendly greeting from a beautiful receptionist lady THREE... a cozy table in a quiet corner FOUR... a gorgeous waitress FIVE... a menu that has every dish you've ever dreamed of SIX... a gorgeous waitress SEVEN... reasonable prices EIGHT... a gorgeous waitress NINE... amazing food and presentation TEN... a gorgeous waitress BOTTOM LINE... you guessed it, a gorgeous waitress! © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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Facing the crowd where you stand alone
gleaming and making a history of your name.
As people’s whispers turn to noise shouting
priceless admiration of your fame.
All eyes are grinning watching at you.
Must be a masterpiece that I always want to do.
Then you sit on a rainbow couch speaking
the depth of color of your feat
It was a wonderful story that keeps
us kick on our bare feet.
The smiling approbation of mob infects
everybody’s mood swings,
As they start to ask how your story 
of success made its first wing.
Every word coming from a gift of gab 
making a magic that blows people’s minds.
Everything is worthwhile.
Will always live in everyone’s mind.
As I watch you grow from the day 
when we live with the innocence of youth
Till finally getting the role of being a star
Realize that your triumph takes you so far.
The scars in your eyes were hunger
of your yesterday’s ultimate dream.
I am proud that I’m part of that journey
Sailing with storms at seas and 
walking amidst of undying sting under the sun.
It was all worth seeing you grow
From nobody to someone.
Making all your dreams do come true.

Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2016

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Space Ghost

Not of your world, nor you of mine 
Your demeanor, un-human kind
A Space Ghost, floating through constellations and galactic lights 
She minds her own (coast to coast)
 “Jupiter will I make it back home?”
Crash landed, somewhere far imagined 
Had I rather not
New ground; “Ok! Small steps, catch breath, Keep steady.”
READING: Unfamiliar Species Approaching


“Or not.”
Only Silence and blank stares were shot 
Words spoken; Mission Fail We speak different tongues
Technology; We both own/know well
Communication; The UNIVERSE has its way to show and tell 
Energy; I think we’re vibing
Transmitting; Desires
Project Images; Things of similar interests 
The Gravitational pull; It’s persistent
In exchanging body language, we learn where we belong Entirely different but enough to continue on
Losing focus
Keep watching as it reveals

This view; I can’t recall what else was around before/after the crash. 
This purpose; What’s it manifesting?
Still Distracted
Hope it pays no mind
Let these eyes stay fixed and gazed 
Upon you, for the remaining time..
Celestial mysteries
 Internally I unfold
Captivated by the magnitude of this entity 
And the beauty it holds 
Such a transparent soul

Ultra Violet Rays
Its colors; how they illuminate the face frame Your presence feels like Green Earth And It’s all Venus I see in you Warmth

Oxygen: Low 
Code Blue: OUT 
Retrograde: Over
 In Direct Take off
“Farewell being.”
“Thank you for exposing your world and all that you are.”
“Collect what you’ve learned from me as hope if ever you feel apart.”
Maybe one day we’ll cross again My planet, 9th house Galaxy Explore: The Archer
Cause over the horizon, we could drift away
I could show you where Mars and Saturn sway
So don’t stray too far...

Maybe I’m just a Space Ghost Insignificant; who only passed you by 
In your eyes 
In your mind 
I might be a Twilight Zone too much 
Light years far far away 
You’ve seen fancier stars

Aside from it all
Will you promise to remember my name?
 Or how I came?
And for this Space Ghost, do you hold a place?

Copyright © gloria bueno | Year Posted 2016

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Impatiently we stand in line, tickets in our hand
At last we are ushered inside, hoping for seats up front
But people push ahead, we wiggle into row two
A tall head sits in front of me...............................................oh well, never mind.
Crowds fill the chairs, and chatter fills the air
Small children held up high for better view, mothers hold small bouquets in their laps
Fathers hold Canons or Kodaks, with extra rolls of film
Opening my program...I look for her name
Her name should stand out like neon....brighter than any other!  Oh yes! there it is!
But her name is printed like all the rest.................................oh well, never mind.
With a dimming of the lights, the first chord of music meets our ears
The show begins.  We clap politely, and watch patiently
It's not yet her turn.............................................................oh well,   never mind
Finally we realize her turn is near!  Anticipation is building!  We sit straighter in our chairs!
We crane our necks a little higher, camera is ready.....YES! THERE SHE IS!!
Oh dear...she misses a step...................................................oh well, never mind.

Her hair touched with sprinkles, her smile is glowing
A little wrinkle of concentration on her brow, ...
Taking care that she makes each move on cue
She is shining, amazing, and wonderful!!
Doesn't everyone see it?  How could they miss it? That she stands out from all the rest??!!
We clap madly...why are the others only clapping politely?
Our camera flashes brightly!  Why aren't other cameras flashing too??
Could it be that all these folks....all these other mums and dads, 
All these other grams and gramps, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles
Do they see different stars than ours?  Perhaps.
Oh well.....never mind.   We know those other stars can't possibly, no not possibly
Shine as bright as ours............................................................oh well,  never mind. 

There's a star in the heavens we'll name, 'Sweet Claire'  for don't you ever mind...   

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For Linda Marie's contest..."Shining Star"

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

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Once, he had the most brilliant light
In Heaven, he'd been the star even at night
The most favored, the most beautiful
He never thought one day he'd become a fool

He was always pure, never felt insecure
Until Heaven borne one special creature
And the angels cried, the angels wondered
What would happen if they are no longer favored?

Angels watched as Heaven gave the man a special woman
My beloved one walked away, flame in his hand
Why the special gift for a man made in soil?
That was when anger and envy started to boil

The most beautiful star sat alone in silence
Heaven's in peace, can he dare start a violence?
Yes, he would for the love of Heaven
So he called all his beloved brethren

War would never do good for anyone
He knew from the sight of blood in his hands
And stared at the ground where his brethren laid
From the bloody battle, my beloved angel turned away

His wings unfurled, made of pure Heaven and glory
They were as black as night, magnificent and lovely
He made once last glance as he begun to descend
He knew he made a mistake he could never amend

It was his nature, no other pleasure than flying
But his heart broke knowing that he's falling
He landed to the ground, broken and wounded
Tears from his eyes, he felt ashamed and abandoned

He stood alone in the middle of the night
His wings dimmed, slowly fading its light
For the first time, he felt the rain on his skin
And for the first time, he shivered from the coldness of the wind

He looked up and saw his brethren
Why did they follow him, he's a Fallen
They bowed their heads, still loving him
So he decided, He's Lucifer and no longer the Son of the Morning

Copyright © gracel almada | Year Posted 2013

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Today I am, Tomorrow I am not
What am I, the world wonders
Just like a movie, my story is cut
Gone, they think I am, where is he?, they ponder

Particles of life, particles of death
Cling all around me, parasites!
As I drift through the waves of life
Today I am here, Tomorrow I am there

A rare spectacle, the world predicts my arrival
As glorious as I come, death seems to be my rival
Friends I make not, life too short for that
Each time I fall in love, my heart is pierced with a dart
Cupids dart, I want
But today I am, tomorrow I am not.

Laws of physics broken, just like pieces of my heart
Fast I move through life, with particles all round me
I am not here to stay
Because Today I am, Tomorrow I am not.

Copyright © Somadina Chukwumerije | Year Posted 2016

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His name was John Manty,
Who hailed from a shanty
A shanty where slums; 
Were not at all scanty.

He had a big dream,
Every day he used to scream
He was singing a nice song like;
Neapolitan ice cream…!!!

He wanted to be a star,
And drive his own car
One day at the bar;
He heard of “super star”.

He went for the audition,
Of the " super star" competition
He won it and then became;
A rich and pop musician.

He earned alot of money,
And spent on things so funny
When debtors came for money;
he hid himself under the gunny!

He could not pay his rent,
And he had not even a cent
He gave the key to the owner;
And to his shanty off he went......

"How can I go back to the shanty"?,
Wondered ex-star poor John Manty
He jumped from the Great old bridge;
And that ends the story of Manty.......!!!

Copyright © Zoe Lambert | Year Posted 2009

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Maybe there's just one star in the sky.
Harbor it, keep it, you and I.
Our secret gem, our weekend retreat,
char on the path to which we sneak.

A day of rememory of the crisp night air.
12:10 in the woods; sweet speech in my ear.

Drissle turns to downpour which electrifies the dark.
A towel dabs a leak where the roof splits with bark.

I vaguely remember slipping into a taxi.
A light! Our star! Seen from the back seat.
Another! Two stars? And more, and more
lining the way to my front door.

Too many! That's enough!
They are burning my face! 
Oh no! Oh dear!
And it all went blank.

Copyright © dani wil | Year Posted 2013

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 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 Her papa was a little out of sort as he strung the Christmas lights
 Her mama was slightly tore up as she hung the cardboard reindeer just right
 Grandma was real sick and it was starting to show
 Their old "hand-me-down" house was drafty and cold

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 For years they had all avoided this place
 Yet a tear stung her eye as forgiving smiles spread across their eager faces
 Christ was born upon this day for a reason
 Come as you are being the ultimate season

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 She cares not for eggnog and mistle toe
 All she asks is that the love may show
 For Christ lives on in our open hearts 
 Let this day mend where we have drifted apart

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 She awakes from her dream and runs to sit beside the tree
 Her eyes gleam and this is all she can see
 Old Saint Nick has spread the story of Christ
 She smiles as as Christmas light shines on the tree of life

Copyright © Sara Beaderstadt | Year Posted 2010

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The coppers alive in time to tame star
Cobra-cobrae and the eagle screeches
The silver eagle screeches once more
As the star falls on his feet -then flees
Then flees from the hand of the law..
They pursue not for he was on duty
The eagle screeched just two times
For the star is on the eagles shadow..
The puma squad has been activated
The silverstar now the silver sentinel

code 254
private command center

Copyright © LEWIS NYAGA | Year Posted 2015

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I want to share a few, Fond memories of my dad, With an experience or two, Of the times together we had. He was a carpenter by trade, Just like Jesus used to be, But the full time job with mom he made, Was taking care of me. I remember things we did together, When I was five years old, My first fishing trip, buying my first heifer, And letting me ride a steer in a rodeo. Fixing a racecar up together was fun, It was for me to race someday, Even though it was work that was done, It seemed more like play. It was in April of 2001, When my dad helped me find a steer, I named him Blazer and he was the one, That I thought would bring a winning year. I looked forward to the pick up day to be, When my dad would be breaking in the steer, And it would be just dad and me, Because my mom, of that, she had a fear. Before he had a chance to break her in, He had a heart attack and had to rest, He told me that I’d have to step in, And just try to do my best. I was a little worried and not so sure, If I could even really do this stuff, And since it had always been my dad before, I waited for my dad to guide me when he had strength enough. My dad wanted to help me more but he was too sick, So I tried even harder this time around, And Blazer sure didn’t like the show stick, But I finally got him to walk with me on the ground. And the time came that I knew then, Blazer would be ready for the Auction show, But my dad had another heart attack again, And I realized there was life lesson for me to know. The lesson that I have learned here, Is that sometimes we really do, Take for granted our family will always be there, But you never know when they won’t be able to help you. As the brightest star in the sky, Reminds me of Nana, my dad’s mother, There is now another bright star near by, For dad and the love we shared with each other. Written for Dustin 5/27/2003 Florence McMillian (Flo)

Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2011

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It's a beggar's repentance... Two swans dance between the mist and the stars. A sapphire oblivion rages from the moon. ...with a pocket full of apologies.

Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015

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She lies on the plush, green grass,
Gazing up at the starry sky.
It would rain today said the weather forecast
But the sky was clear and the ground was dry.

The wind whooshed past her,
And tousled her hair,
An owl called nearby but she did not fear
When she stared at the night sky, away went her despairs.

The stars smiled and beckoned 
At her to come up and join them.
For she too was a star,
Shining brightly in the darkness.

She stood and pranced around in the meadow,
Her skirt twirling behind her as bunnies peeked behind trees.
She laughs into the darkness but the only sound that followed was he echo.
She inhaled the sweet scent of flowers as she danced with the breeze

Before she headed home
She took out a jar and filled it with silver stardust.
And every night she would remind herself
That she too was a gleaming, shining star.

Copyright © Emily Berger | Year Posted 2017

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Upon the setting of the days bright sun
A new sun arises in the dark of the night
With silver lights that shine and dazzle
like your beautiful eyes

The darkness reminds me of the calmity of your voice
 Oh yes that voice that has saved me so many times
And the moon Yes the moon
reminds me of the soft pale glow of your fragile skin

But then you left...
I was so cold and alone
It took my will to live
Please just let me die alone
Because its already over for me now

Just as i thought I was going to die alone 
Someone who reminded me of you 
Came and picked me up
Healed my wounds but i am still scared by you
I will never forget those nights and days at the brink of suicide

I will live on to love the person that reminds me of you.

Copyright © Christian Head | Year Posted 2010

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The foreman and his missus
Had invited me to share
Their supper on this Christmas Eve
And to join their evening prayer.
Their little ones with shining eyes
Gazed at the Christmas tree,
Excited about their Christmas socks
And the presents they would see.
I walked back to the bunkhouse
Beneath a cloudless sky,
Searching to find the Christmas star
Still shining there on high.
The bunkhouse was warm, but lonesome
With no other cowpokes there.
They'd all gone home for Christmas.
I pretended not to care.
Christmas carols on the radio
Brought back thoughts of the star
That had shone down on those pastures
In that Eastern land so far.
Taking off my vest and Sunday shirt,
I threw them on the trunk.
I stripped down to my underwear
And crawled into my bunk.
My day had started early.
I had worked hard with the crew
So they could start their Christmas fun
When all the chores were through.
With no wife nor kids to need me
I had told the rest I'd stay
And watch out for the cattle.
They could have their Christmas Day.
The warm room made me sleepy
And I started in to doze.
Right there before my bugging eyes
The Christmas Star arose.
I was a lonely shepherd
In that land so far away,
Who had been left to guard the sheep
Until the break of day.
I heard the angels singing
And saw the moving star.
I marveled at the wonder
And glory from afar.
The bright star beckoned to me
And angels led the way
To where the future King of All
Lay in the mound of hay.
I wanted so to follow them
But I had pledged my word.
I had to turn a deaf ear to
The messages I heard.
I knew my solemn duty lay
In guarding helpless sheep.
I prayed the Lord's forgiveness but
The vigil I must keep.
The star reflected in the eyes
Of creatures all around,
Waiting for the lonely stray
Or any sheep they found.
I could not shirk my duty,
To seek Him out that night,
But I knew I never would forget
That glorious, wondrous sight.
I had this dream some years ago,
But should that star reappear
Ive hung up my rope and saddle.
I can follow with no fear.

Buy: Joyce  Johnson (Posted in Cowboy Poetry. Com Dec. 2007)

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009

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There, did you see the falling star
How dumb of you to have missed it
It was a sight so lovely
A star, falling, falling to its own death

Pray, open your mind
Let it be free
And dream, like me, do dream
Of those beings I would call 'The Star People'

Pray, forget about science
Forget about the Nasa
Just dream and let your mind roll
See, somewhere does be a world, different from ours

Inhabited it is, by completely different people
Called the Star People
They are all made of sparkling skins
Skins colored like crystals

They live, peaceful and content with what they have
They work not
They just indulge in play for a whole day
And mind you, one day of theirs is equal to a thousand of ours

They are able to do many things at the same time
Looking at them, one would think they have ten arms
They even can talk through telepathy
No need for mobile phones or any other gadget

They are not magicians but they have awesome powers
They can make food appear
They can bring a television in front of them any time
They can even fly, and appear and disappear at any time

But why, did you ask me, 
Why did such beings not conquer Earth
But, silly, said I
They are content with what they have

They have not the slightest interest in Earth
Besides we depend on them
Why, they are our Gods
See, they do thrive on our Faith

If we, humanity, ceases to be
Why, they would create another world
For they are content with the fact that we do love them
Say, don't you love them, the star people

Dream you, yes, please do, dream
Of someday being with them
Of someday, enjoying the eternal life
There, where living does be so fair!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2015

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Holding his long mane and strong reins

my powerful pure white horse

let me ride bare back

my hair and his mane blowing behind us

we rode like the wind

almost flying

to the store and safely back home

determined to weather all storms~

with his help I was unafraid.


This horse was invented by a friend's imagination to get him to work at age 10 
after he got a gun put in his face and there was no one to tell.

Copyright © Deborah Zambo | Year Posted 2008

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He considered the others dim wits
At best he thought of them as lazy
Was he not a celebrity of many hits

On stage they screamed his name
The frenzy was ecstatically craved
He was hooked on to their worship

He walked the slippery path of drugs
A frequent guest of the rehab center
He was eventually staring at insanity

He slit his wrist with a sharp razor
His life webbed away with regrets
The papers wrote the king is dead

#luis 2017

Copyright © LEWIS NYAGA | Year Posted 2017