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Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



--------- 8-29-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Lady of the Stream

Oh lovely lady of the poetic stream
Such beautiful verses we have seen
Your flowers more vibrant than heavens tone
Your mountains more majestic than ever known 

Your pen full ways are filled with grace
As you take us to a wondrous place
When you dip inside your wishing well
We are transfixed from your magic spell

Oh Lovely lady of the shimmering stream
Enchant us now so we may dream
A volcanic resonance within your soul
Gushes out versus that make us whole

I stand yonder as I look and glean
Toward the lovely lady of the poetic stream.


March.03.2016   ^WW^

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016

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Shadow Puppets


Shadow Puppets

Once, side by side, they walked the moonlit beach
in silence, each alone and incomplete
in detached worlds, joined only by the reach
of tiny, lapping waves upon their feet.
As silver beams of moonlight iced the ground
and blotted out the warmth of sandy gold,
the warmth of humanness was hidden, bound
beneath blind souls, that shivered in the cold.

Yet on the sand, their shadows danced along—
a silhouetted couple synchronized
in motion…forms united, clear and strong
against the blankness which the moon devised.

Dark, shadow puppets sparked romantic light—
gave living souls new vision in their night.

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Romance In The Night
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 08/01/2016

~1st Place~
Contest: Pen A Sonnet On It
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Judged: 05/30/2016

~3rd Place~
Contest: Puppets
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged 12/27/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine

Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine
(by Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley)

Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine that morning,
I held you so close and the world was mine,
we shared our love as the day was dawning,
I drank from your goblet, our love divine.

Sunlit echoes played to our beating hearts,
precious, very precious our love-held Time.
We had it all and all that bliss imparts,
our days and nights joyous, dreams so sublime.

Our song it was sung our hearts love displayed,
love was our journey a heaven divine,
now in our hearts memories we replay,
Love in our summer that ever did shine.

May forever, dawns wake us together.
In true depths of love, bid us fair weather.

Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley collaboration.


Truly was an honor and great pleasure to collaborate with my very talented friend, Micheal P. Clark on this sonnet..
Such inspiring verses Michael presented for me to write to .. 
Any time my friend...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Where Hard Rocky Crags Meet White Foamy Sea

Where Hard Rocky Crags Meet White Foamy Sea

Where hard rocky crags meet white foamy sea
rip-roaring splashes, sing softly to me.
Under starlit heavens, big yellow moon
Our fleeting lives vanish far, far too soon!

Where waiting sands absorb bold, mighty waves
further out lay, lost ships and lone sea graves.
Yet sadness can not diminish this view
Or hide the spot where I proposed to you!

I see again, star glow in your bright eyes
and hear that quick yes and your happy cries.
My darling, in this, our sweet tale lays bound
unbreakable vows, true love we both found!

Where hard rocky crags meet white foamy sea
rip-roaring splashes, remind me of thee!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-26-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Sonnet to a Fine Poetess

I know a very fine poet, a dear colleague, who’s so exquisitely talented and bright,
And has a superb facility with words and themes making all fit perfect and right;
She has an unrivaled mastery of the poetic art and writes with the best approach,  
And has an unparalleled ability to write the finest verse beyond any reproach. 

This poet’s sense of depth, empathy, and poetic variety is quite splendid to behold,
And she brings such compassion and power to her work worth its weight in gold;
With well-conceived themes and images she invites readers to her special dimension,
While enchanting them magically with sublime verses and holding their attention.

This poet communes with Our Poetry Muse, seeking her scope and enchanted vision,
And shares amply all with her readers with enraptured intent and a perfect precision.
Our friend’s poetry reflects always the human dynamic with such power and grace, 
And she finds the right tone, tenor, pitch and rhyme—putting them in proper place.
 
I must say I’m very proud of our colleague’s work and appreciate so her fine poetry,
And I’m so glad she’s with us and gives us such beauty and elegance in her poetry!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(November 9, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet in a Rhyme poetic format) 

*****Written for the “It’s All About Me Contest,” December 4, 2014*****

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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Thunder within the Silence

Their pen is mightier then their sword
As they walk and ponder the lonely mile
The slings and arrows that they have stored
Are hidden within their silent smile

I’m only beginning to know your name
For your whispers do move mountains
Perhaps are solitude's may be the same
As we throw our words into the fountains

Soul traveler that you have become
A silent warrior with a rhythmic mind
Poetic visionary who beats to their own drum
A mystic healer who is one of a kind

Whose words of wisdom do stun
Creator of verses—O Silent One.


Feb.27.2016   ^WW^

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016

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BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with JA Fraser

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile, spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air, their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair; suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style, the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare. Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile... Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare-- they blow their dreams to root in land fertile. They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak though trials, struggles may round and round peep for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak ____________________________________________________ J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo 9:37 pm, March 03, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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See-Saws


See-Saws

What playground does not hold the magic lure
Of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
In ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
And surging thrill of bouncing up again—
To know that when he's hit that lowest low,
It's followed by a swing to new heights when
He'll know once more the joy of that plateau?

In contrast of the see-saw truth is found,
For truly, were it stable, it would bore
The simplest mind; for only from the ground
Does grandeur of the heavens make its score.

For only in imbalances we feel
The balance that keeps life on even keel.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Celebrating My Faves
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 04/27/2016

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~2nd Place~
Contest: My Favourite Forms – Haibun or Sonnet
Sponsor: Heather Ober
Judged: 10/09/2015

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~4th Place~
Contest: Teeter-Totter: Balance the Load
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Judged: 10/07/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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INSPIRATION BLOOMS


Flushed hands spill passion, softly wild
In languid explosion words rise
With heaves of angst and rapture piled,
Spewing phrases... untamed, unwise.
 
As rhymes burst, whirls form in my chest
From twilight laced ...hours rile again,
Down fingertips my soul’s unrest
To bathe on verses from dripped pen.
 
A language of fire scents my mood
That aches when love and rage entwine;
Till inspiration blooms, renewed             
Beneath stars, veiled words lift my spine.
 
In the marrow, blot of ink clears
Offering a page new frontiers.


...............
Regina Riddle's Writing Contest
8/11/2014

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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Islam is Peace

I'm a Muslim whose voice remains unheard.
Peace was the first thing I eagerly learned.
Peace, the world's main hope and ambition,
 Is the ultimate goal and name of my religion. 
"Peace be upon you" is my all-time greeting
To everyone I run into or see at a meeting.
Love, the world's greatest aim and ambition,
Is the be-all and end-all of my religion.
Our Prophet once said, "Shall I tell you what to do
to find love, let there be peace among you?"
Let there be peace and love will grow.
Faster and stronger than all we know.
Islam is peace that leads to love
If peace is there, so will be love. 

15/12/2015

Copyright © OMAR JABAK | Year Posted 2015

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O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek

O' The Deep Wisdom That Man Fails To Seek

Dark world's scar, sad clown in dancing despair,
Lively in sewers of forbidden thought,
Gambling in darkness for a wasted share,
Content with errors so easily bought.

What of the world's sweeter admirations?
Or family's great clear and glowing praise?
Shall one thus live for selfish sensations,
With no need for truth that spirit will raise?

Yet life may still gift other shining gold,
As one walks its great mysterious paths.
In adventure one must be bravely bold,
without fear of Fate's many fickle wraths!

O' the deep wisdom that man fails to seek.
Such loves and treasures, he gets not a peek.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-20-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Ars Poetica


Ars Poetica


It burns within the heart beyond control
and sears the mind with overwhelming heat,
yet finds no salve in seeking there the goal.
To soothe the pain it must obey the feet
0f memory and walk the inward road
where Paradise still sings the purest note,
and pausing there, transform the fiery load
to spirit-sound which fills the throbbing throat.

The road is there, though hidden by the pall
of ashen leaves—once Springtime green—now long
since withered by the crippling chill of Fall.
There deep beneath still swells the primal song
with which the fire must mingle to be heard,
and with its Source unite in spoken word.


© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~2nd Place~
Contest: Ars Poetica
Sponsor: Thomas Martin
Judged: 06/08/2015

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Note: I feel that poetic creativity is an art that comes from within our soul, ingrained there by God in the days of Paradise, or the Garden of Eden.  But even with the Fall of Man, this primal song is buried deep within us to be found again through the kindling of creative inspiration, “and with its Source unite in spoken word.”

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Revelation Or Implantation

Like the speed of light a revelation
came; knowledge entered portals of the brain 
Then the thoughts disappeared what deflation 
A seed planted with light wisdom a gain

Darkness a seed of Satan's devices
Slipped into the brain's portals quietly
When darkness floats in, sits, all pay the price
The body, soul, and spirit dies nightly

An implantation of evil that grows
A darkness that spreads with thick evil wings
The web spreading out 'til emotions enclose
Blackness covers the brain, heart, feelings

At the speed of light, wisdom opens doors
Darkness settles into a being's stores

Name: Giorgio V
Contest:Relate Poem To Quote
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Written over several days in December 2013
Quote:"Everybody talks about the speed of light,
but what is the speed of darkness?" Anonymous

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

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Wisdom Found In Looking Back

Wisdom Found In Looking Back

Ages ago, what fish might one have dared caught,
with bright rainbow nets and stronger bone hooks.
Adventure found , was such too highly bought
living so wild- rips more than shown in books!

Casting nets to gather more the huge blasts,
nights of love and mornings with deep remorse.
Nothing-not a damn loved thing ever lasts
yet one never knows Fate's wide, hurling course.

And such fine fish, spread in such glowing pools,
each always ripe to be plucked in due time.
Love lost, bitter pain for romantic fools
always searching for new land, better clime.

What of the deeper pools one never finds
saddest regrets, eat old and lonely minds.

 6-09-2016


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Sonnet For The Souls Of Saints

Remarkable people, leave their mark, on this forlorn world.
The name for them, we hold quite dear, they are known as saints.
We so revere, these folks of love; though they were poor and worn.
These martyrs, we remember, by casting them in stone and paint.

Sacred iconography cannot show respect.
Respect is earned, only by its giving; remember saints with love.
Remember, saints watch from above; to mock them, is to reject.
The saints, they gave a precious gift; they gave their life and love.

These saint have made their mark on earth; passing life’s tough tests.
Respect them well, for they watch over, all souls upon this earth.
They’ll help you, get through tough times; teaching what is best.
For they have learned, hard survival, since the day of their birth.

Every country, creed and race, have their own loved saints.
They’ve lived and loved; cared and suffered; all without complaint.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

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Oh Ye Poets, Weep Not



Oh Ye Poets, Weep Not!
(Apropos When Silence Is Betrayal)

To write of peace, love and beauty,
Would be what others think should be
The poets’ only duty;
Albeit, what we write, is like that of the dove;
Peace and love rendered from up high—Soaring
Within the oneness from God above—
Within the winds of truth blowing—
Let us not heed to the silencing ones trying to hold us in check;
Let not need of their approval make us a nervous wreck.
Let us write no lies we’ll later cringe and seek to deny;
Let no one cause us to question truth—asking why;
Let us remember the lamb of truth that chose to die!
Let’s always chose to pen and scream the truth of the heart!
Let’s always remember who chose us to echo words of a new start!

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016

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Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me

Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me

My panacea, vision shining forth, wee hours of morn
Her chatoyant hair, flowed in my all consuming dreams
Her demure gaze, always smiling, never a look of scorn
In paradise, ingénue bathing in moonlit magical streams.

Ineffable appearance, stardust in hair healed heart so torn
Something intangible, mellifluous echoed with her words
Tasting of honey, her kiss removed my heart so forlorn
Her lissome dance was as easy as mere flight to birds.

Cynosure born, her beauty sent me into a trance
Such glamor, Hollywood starlets would die to possess
In love, I boldly begged for her sempiternal dance
For that affront, my princess gave me her last caress.

Never again, did mornings glow with her grace and soft kiss.
Beauty's perfection, my grieving soul will forever miss.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-12-2016

Sonnet- Mixed Syllable count , 13/14/15

Syllables Per Line: 14 13 14 15 0 15 15 14 13 0 13 13 14 13 0 14 14
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Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
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My answer to Silent One's challenge to write a poem using the ten words below.  

Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest 
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes

Frozen On Mountaintops Snowy White Slopes

Fast fading shades of beautiful new morn
angelic rays melt silver frost away;
promising life in each new day when born,
flow even if mortal man fails to pray.

Angels weep from heavenly perches high,
gifting tears refreshing mankind's lost hopes;
Life and love applauded with angel sighs,
frozen on mountaintops snowy white slopes.

At sunset , when we fail to wave goodbye
angels say a prayer for our lost souls;
standing guard within each new night skies,
despite even dark thunder's mighty rolls.

Although angels watch and often they weep,
we may sometimes feel such tears in our sleep

R.J. Lindley,
June 27th, 1975

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Our mother, 88 years old, is in the hospital with life threatening 
illness, heart and hip surgery(she fell-broke her hip Friday) scheduled for Monday.
Requesting anybody so inclined to offer a prayer for her recovery.
We've been told chances for success are not that good.....
Praying that she even makes it to have the surgery..
I combed my old poems to find something fitting today as I simply can not
write now. Thanks...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Great Inspiration:

It's hard to do an absolute classic,
First finding the words to create your piece,
Then compiling them is another trick,
The formula you will have to increase.

With so many forms one has to master,
Many poets simply stick to just one form,
Like a bird perched up high on a rafter,
Poetry comes in like a flood and storm.

The poet's life is lived as surreal,
A great many have a need to explain,
What it is exactly that makes them feel,
Some are extravagant, some are quite plain.

There is one thing they all have in common,
They all give others great inspiration.
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Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016

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When a Man Loves A Woman When A Woman Loves A Man

WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN

He knows not why or how the reason left 
nor why the whisper of each night brought heat 
He knows not when the time of hour past  
but this he knows, she's awfully nice and sweet 

He sings her praise with song then does his part 
bringing  flowers dressed in green and solid gold 
He woos with song and music from the heart 
then clothes her with a kiss both new and old 

He brings her flowers of the rarest kind 
with genuine affection of the mind 
a rarely thing is love when found anew 
he will solidify then stick like glue 

He brings her love and the most precious kind 
She brings him truth and that, is never blind. 

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WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN  

She knows not why they struggled for so long  
nor why their eyes refused to greet    
She knows not when the first kiss turned to song     
but this she knows, he swept her off her feet!  

She dresses just for him in black lace style   
then draws her liner carefully sublime  
She drinks the elixir of his sweet smile  
and runs into his arms a hundreth time  

She brings him little gifts and cards with hearts   
with little I love yous, consigned in red and blue  
She listens carefully and always does her part 
to make him understand, she loves him too  

She brings him love, the most precious of kind, 
he brings her truth and that, is never ever blind. 

The End. 


Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2017

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DREAM ISLAND



~Fragrance of clear mist swathes the bouncing air,
Dizzy where jasmines and blossoms unfurl
That serenity ripples everywhere,
And gulls hover above a wavelet's curl:

Through morning sail into pastoral bliss
Orchards flaunt their Riviera  attire, 
While an islet lies warm as sunset's kiss
Till birdsong drools in rhythm of a choir.

Glow of evening sparks its luminous eyes--
When bathing of pasture ends, to rest 
Afloat my  dream island   how this breath sighs
For her verdant  trees, her water dance fest.

Lovely isle  beneath a tropical moon
Enticing my roam   like a ballad’s tune ~



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3/14/2017 Where I Want To Go 
Contest of Nicola Byrne
Rhymes checked at ryhmezone.com
Syllables verified at howmanysyllables.com





Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2017

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As You Share Your Life Thru Poetry

How does your mind and soul blossom thru life?
It begins in childhood with churches and schools.
Thru your adolescence it’s tinged with strife,
But all of these are the greatest of tools.

Circumstances dictate how you will be raised,
How other people’s words will color you.
Parents may be faulted or may be praised, 
But as you grow you will form your own view.

When, as you mature, and wisdom arrives,
It’s clear your words, either written or said,
May live on to influence, mold others’ lives,
And thru their poems, and yours, you’ll be led.

Write your words wisely for others to see
As you share your life through poetry!

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

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O' Dear Poets, Let True Pens Dance

O' Dear Poets, Let True Pens Dance

O' dear poets, hold sweet and true to thy calls
Let not rejection's dark, lead hearts astray
Not into realms of drought stricken pitfalls
Nor in shallow vessels of weakened clay!

Stay dear poets, with kindness sent this sad world
Keen unto love, hope and mercy's great gifts
Pen to let magnificent words be hurled
In soul's fine music that cheers and uplifts!

O' dear poets, grace us with joyful heart's glee
Dance below moon's gleam cast lights thus given
For these gifts setting us apart and free
Bring us to gates of paradise liven'!

O' dear poets, buckle belts, greet all as friend
We are waves splashing hope until the end!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-05-2017

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Total # Words: 112

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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SLAVES BUT BRAVE ENOUGH

Oh, slaves of the nation who works and sweat!
Tired and restless--but still flee overseas
to support a hungry future that frets.
With  barks and claws gained from descent degrees,
if we must succeed-- oh, let us nobly work
so our blood and sweat may not fall to scrap,
veins swollen yet act by act we don't fall to smirk.
Freeing a flood of effort through thorns of gaps
though greedy compatriots act like monsters,
their eyes open wide but gone blindfolded by lies
some struggles and shout, aiming to conquer
bracing away from forms of guns and bribes.
Slaves are we but we're brave enough to replace
those crashing obstacles with lace of grace!
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***Sponsor	Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name	Your Favourite Old Poem #3
++Placed 5th++
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***Sponsor	Cyndi MacMillan
Contest Name	I CAN'T BREATHE: A peaceful Protest, An Anthology of Powerful Poems 
++Placed 1st++

O.E. Guillermo
4:29 pm; December 12, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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THE SCENT OF WATER

THE SCENT OF WATER Forlorn, distance roots between you and I; Carve 'neath fire silhouettes buried grief; Burn then blurred by irrational mischief; Has crimson love gone pale and soon may die? Trampled with reasons leaving us tongue tie; Falling, slowly falling, is marriage leaf... Amor ebbing , ebbing, like a thief. Divorce papers rocketing quite, quick high! Heaven knows, flaws, deaden raw I want fix; Reckon blows, glow, freshen love flow essence; Leaden float the scent of water,redden snow mater. Lessons learned bestow order resins of brighter hello; Father God, bless aglow each corners in progression... (c)olive eloisa 4:52pm July 14, 2014 Sponsor Poet Destroyer A Contest Name one sad poem 5th place, to God be the glory.. :) ***Inspired with the verse theme: John 14: 7-9 and the movie "FIREPROOF"...

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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The Choices We Make

Walking down the hallway,
Seeing all the doorways,
And all the choices in life,
Making it difficult to choose,
The right room from all the other rooms,
Bringing you the wisdom and truth,
For the imperfection is within us all,
Which makes us all crawl at times,
On our hands and knees in the dark,
To discover what is right and survive,
In life as long as we can accept,
What life brings to us in our hearts,
Which we patiently accept the pleasures,
And push away the sacrifices much in our lives,
Yet, to correct our flaws we have,
Which causes most our struggles,
Till we open our eyes,
And see what we have and must believe,
That our lives are greater than we ever know,
Cause God created it all for us,
But the choices are ours to make,
To find the happiness,
Which is ours to be found and kept.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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When Retirement Comes

At first you’re free to spend your days
To roam the earth, if wealth obeys.
Choose not to do those daily tasks
Instead, out in the sun to bask.

Each day as new adventure’s sought
Regret seeps in, you really ought…
To do something more with each year
To waste time is your greatest fear.

As you slow down thoughts will unfurl
What mark did you make on this world?
A new path lays before you now
To make life matter, you must vow…

“I will not stop. I’ll carry on
Until my final breath is drawn”

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

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Butterflies

 
 (my mind hath looked 
upon the speaking face of earth and heaven
as her prime teacher......[Wordsworth])  

I saw two butterflies wrapped in silent passion,
Her heart-shaped wings splayed flat against the sill
Her torso throbbing in anticipation...
Himself, hovering gently to hold her still.
I saw their sleek brown bodies tightly pressed,
His feet clinging to her lest the wind 
Tear him away.  I saw the shadows rest
Around them and the midday sun descend,
And still they lay outside my window pane...
I wondered why it is that we must rush
And why my timid touches are but vain
And useless gestures, why he must always crush
The urgings. Nature’s children seem to know
That love is best when cherished soft and slow

Copyright © Karen Ruff | Year Posted 2014

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Eye of the Beholder

A child's beauty contest I watched in such awe;
  young girl in a wheelchair to her father, his all.
Escorting her on stage with such grace and pride;
 each so blessed to be at the others' side.

A fragile princess in a purple pageant dress;
 twirling her first in her chair then lifting her to his chest.
Their dance so inspiring; such an enchanting sight;
 so gently he lifted her high up to the sky.

Sparkling, bright eyes and the most beautiful smile;
 none deserving of a crown more than this precious child.
An imperfect body, viewed as a gift from above;
 her beauty matched only by a father's boundless love.

Beauty in my eyes is not found in perfection;
 but in acceptance, uniqueness, love and dedication.



June 29, 2014
Contest: Encore-anonymous positive new sonnet
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse
 

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