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Details | Rondeau Redouble |


A PLACE IN THE SUN A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . . Orange and yellow palette brush my face, they dry my wells of fears and so I won, I-- slowly flower from God's skirt of grace. Unfailing is His love shown sweet to His face, I eagerly crave to behold in million tons as to entwine in His warmth: My Master race. A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . . Rainbow peeping after some raging storm spun; His reminder that we: His people must chase infant days to grow better with our love ones. Orange and yellow palette brush my face for God so kind. My pains, He soothes and erase. Tender are His words as I read them one by one helping me be fearless yet humble with my pace. They dry my wells of fears and so I won-- then my heart soar high, I have some fun. Evil always haunts but with Him, all I can evade, hence, troubles are little but close to none. I slowly flower from God's skirt of grace. . . God crashes darkness with love not by gun. Must we go elsewhere when He is the best hiding place? God is everything before even life began God our undefeatable fortress-- His base a place in the sun. __________________________________________________ Sponsor Gail Angel Doyle Contest Name A Place In The Sun Placed 1st ©O>E. Guillermo 10:20 pm. January 12, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

The Dark Green Conifers

another day in the woods. on Strawberry ridge
looking out over undulating green hills to
the next great wall ridge of mountains. the last
morning clouds left from last night's storm
hanging in the valley mistily. the sun eventually
burns them away.

the respect between old Paul Karlsen and I continues
to exist. even though he's a Mormon and I'm a fallen
New Yorker. the work is comparatively easy, lifting
hundred pound bags, so you can just imagine what
we do other days. in fact, it's fun, especially for
young Bates. we get all white (and our lungs dusty).

on the way to and from the work site I read
in Silent Spring, the chapter against herbicides, gathering
inspiration for the upcoming controversy. in the end
perhaps I'll be fired for refusing to lay down Tordon
beads. realizing this, as I drive with Bates,
I see the dark green conifers and begin to miss them.

                              Rocks and rattlesnakes, bluebells
and mountain daisies, grasses and cactuses, mahogany
bush, lodgepole pine and quaking aspen, lush forest
and dry sun-tortured mountainside, wind and seed
carried by wind, ants, streams, hummingbird
and hawk, deer, badger, ground squirrel, wolverine.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Sun of Earth

Sun of Earth

God’s Sun of Earth, you've caught us in your gravity,
Like tethered on a string, we’re pulled around your glow,
Your light and energy support all living things—  
You are the center of our Galaxy, we know.

Our Sun, God’s beacon shinning down on us each day
Embraces us in warmth and knowledge that His gift
Holds answer to the way our Galaxy exists
With Sun, the center of all life, in space adrift.

We look for you at break of dawn each brand new morn
And feel the surge of hope you bring for our new start;
Your brilliant rays above the clouds take breath away…
We feel the reign of God behind your beating heart.

At sunset in the soothing glow of earthly dusk,
We feel the calmness that flows through our quiet soul…
Our God of glory reigns within your dimming light
To grant the peace of night and wake refreshed and whole.

Oh Sun of Earth, you've caught us in your gravity,
But hand of God created life for us through you…
The miracles of life sustained by Sun’s great force
Were planned and shaped by our Creator’s imaged view.

© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~3rd Place~
Contest: Show But Don’t Tell
Sponsor: Thomas Martin
Judged: 05/21/2015

Iambic Hexameter


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Never giving up (Revised)

(Verse 1)
There’s an aching in my back
An my knees are buckling in
My body’s hurt n bruised
friends r’ say ‘n take a step back ‘n relax

got so much on my mind  
faster and faster I here myself say
I cant give up when I’m half way through
pure determination drives me hard and true

Never giving up
I can see it now the sun is shine ‘n on me
Never giving up
I’m almost there the inspiration I need

(Verse 2
The devil can try to slow me down
Putting all those boundaries road blocks round
But without a flinch in my face
I’ll jump up move and around 
My destiny is calling to me 
Got lots to accomplish no time to tire
There’s a sunrise coming up in my face
My dreams are right there I’m following through

(Hook x 2) 
Never giving up
been a long time but the sun is shine ‘n on me
Never giving up
I never looked back now I see inspiration in front of me

Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2007

Details | Light Poetry |

Wherefrom Enlightenment Dwells

To define innocence in the
countenance of a child's smile
and love's eminence in wildflowers,
conceive infinity in exalted ocean's roar
whilst summer breezes glance splendor
flourishing jasmine and hummingbirds
amidst evermore expansive sunrises,
whence space and time ceases to exist 
thereupon shall enlightenment dwell

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lay |

The Sun

  I wait for your warm embrace

  It pierces the harden shell were I dwell

  The brilliance of your beauty draws me in

  A vision of  magnificence

  My eyes long to hold your gaze

  I wait with a heavy heart for your arrival 

  Never disappointed

  I am Captured
  My Eyes
  My Skin
  My Soul

  At Peace Once More That You Are Here~

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Sound of Colors

I woke up to the sound of colors
from a misty dream 

heard the blue bells ringing
and a trombone playing the cream

a pink rhapsody kissed my lips 
as the sun climbed into our bed

whispering a love song 
in yellow, orange, and red.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic |

Wonderful - Our Sun

W - Wondrous are the golden rays of each dawn's morning bliss.
O - Outstanding is its brilliant setting after day's dismissed.
N - Notable in how it sinks behind a mountain crest.
D - Divine the sight when light peeps thru fluffy clouds compressed.
E - Eye-opening when rays reflect off sparkling waterfalls.
R - Rare times when sunset colors paint those huge red-orange balls.
F - Fabulous when sinking 'neath horizons out at sea.
U - Unbelievable eclipses with earth's moon for us to see.
L - Lovely are the days it shines with hope for you and me.

Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Wonderful Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 01/12/2016

The first word of each line is a synonym for 'wonderful'
Iambic Heptameter (7 feet per line)

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 

And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 

If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 

If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
Just for something this grand. 

The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.

Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Above the clouds

golden sun rays flow
above the clouds - and below
silver linings glow

Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |


fall, the trickiest of them all, 
is pretending
to have fallen in love with summer

taking her to dinner each evening,
giving her the room 
to play during the day

summer, the purest of them all,  
has fallen for all that
surrendering slowly her joyful soul

little does she know 
perhaps sooner than before
she'll fall out of favor
once winter, the eternal lover of fall,
makes that call.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic monologue |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day

Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 


Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sijo |


Clear eyes stargaze on sun-kissed days ~ Barley autumn, bosoms ablaze. Warm breeze brush bathing heavens, rainbow hues fusing chase and tease Whispers ~ touch spirit lips, rising heat cocoons blushing nymph. Kites sky flight tickling blue clouds, surfing glides breathtaking stunts. Nonstop beats, hormones flush, spiraling awesome thrilling release! Old boy, ebbing energy, please bounce back accompany me... Birds playing sweet symphonic tune, cunning beau shows sultry actions. Running torrid wild lustful tokens caress peaks fast and vast Tonic willpower, how will I have golden sunbeams hopes? Heart, listen, you fire in rush ~ don't you hurry, stay low and calm. As torments waves each passing year, eases control for you and me. Oh, if I took your lead, heart, I would hate many men now.
(c) Olive Eloisa 12:31 am June 09, 2014 CONTEST: SIJO STRINGS SPONSOR: DEBBIE GUZZI Placed 1st.. :) to God be the glory.. :D

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Imagism |

Sun kissed and Star Dusted Air Castles

She is whimsical midst-escaping blackness & beige stagnation, reverberant betwixt musicality & fictitious paisley fabrications, recognizes the actuality of her enigmatic spirit's frivolity, well-defined by her quirky quintessence serving her far beyond periods of reflective flourishes, has never been a slave to social expectations nor gravitas of worldly-minded undertakings, materialism is not her cuppa tang nor an applicable proposition, heartfelt inclination is e'er creation and the freedoms it relishes, you may catch glimpses midway seascapes & ocean's roar or summits of splendiferous mountain's sumptuous loftiness, swaggers 'bout configurations and milky way's artsy effulgence, plays amidst wistful forests with nymphets and poisonous toadstools sashays 'round wildflower meadows blanketed yonder moon blushes, sun-kissed & star dusted she's collectively nightfall 'pon daylight, envisages building soaring air castles amidst macrocosms high-rise skies' timelessness whence humankind shall humbly recognize enlightened ceremony of incommensurate resoluteness & obsessive commitment furthermost nature's conceptualizations
Building Castles in the Sky Contest -Steven Henderson

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


It's a November
when I find myself walking 
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I think it shows on your little sun-tanned face.
I feel it myself from deep within.
Slowly welling up like a spring of water
From a dry ground, long athirst.
I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us
Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs.
Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know.
Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky 
Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment.
Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter.
Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds
like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them, 
cease 'em before away they fly.
A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should.
A many of this I pray to come,
A joyful carefree walk with my little boy;
Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.

Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


As I wake up in morning,
I see sun shining,
That there's a saying,
''Hope you will be enjoying''.

Copyright © Elmer Candol | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Shine On, Radiant Sun

Shine on, radiant sun
Shine beyond 
The threshold of twilight 

Stay just as you are, sheen unchanged
By all four seasons. Add a bit more 
Color to gloomy rainy days. If possible 
Add in flavor to mask the bitter aftertaste
Left by today's rain

And just like yesterday
Color the cityscape lemon yellow 
Make future parades devoid of rain
Catapult any raindrop that might fall up
Like a fallen star flung back 
To the blackboard sky

Retain your warmth and sheen
And dry up all puddles 
Splattering unsightly mud
Swing your magic wand side to side. 
To tumble back the inverted pyramid 
Piercing into a garden 
Of beautiful flowers

Shine on, radiant sun
Beautifully bright as always
And keep today 
Sunnier than the day before

Date written: 04/19/2015
Date posted: 04/07/2016

Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

A Sunrise Randomling

                The sky lightens, as in
          His Presence, I stand and watch
           the morning unfold its colors,
                while the breath of God
                    inflates a large, 
            luminous orange balloon.


Two other separate poems:

Randomling: TV Weather Forecast

I listened to the weather man:
Dark clouds are gathering...
Rain before noon.
Take your umbrella.

I listened to my heart:
The sun is shining in here
You won't need your umbrella. 

Randomling: Relationships

IF broken in places
IF in need of repair
IF the stubborn boulder won't budge
IF love has dried up like a rocky stream.
Start digging. Then shovel deeper.
Find a well
Overflowing love.  

Note: What are Randomlings?
To me, they are short poems,
sometimes with a creative twist ending.
They are expanded thoughts that
hopefully others will identify with.
They are like messages in a bottle.
They are whatever you want them to be. 


Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Sun Shines -Haiku-

Sun comes out to play tomorrow it will be back but, snow for Monday. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

I Want The Sun

On I say. On we must go
The time is right, I feel it  head to toe
I've never seen the sea, I do not know it's waves
I want to walk to Africa, it is the sun I crave
On I say. We must go now
Another day of dormancy I cannot allow
The happiest days of my life were when I ran away
Farther and farther I went it did not matter which way
I had never seen such long and colored days
I wanted the sun in my eyes ablaze
We have to leave. Let us set out
I want to know what life outside this town is about
Let us cross the desert, we'll go as far as we can
Then we'll go back to Africa and thus begin again
I want the sun I say, I want the sun in my face
I want the sun at my back, I want the sun every place
I want you to be with me I don't want to go alone
Please say you'll come with me, or don't, either way I'm gone

This poem is inspired by Leonardo DiCaprio's portrayal of the French poet Arthur Rimbaud in Total Eclipse. It's one of my favorites and I wanted to pay it proper homage.

Copyright © April Gabriella | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Falling Rain -Window - Sun - Rain-

I look out the window and see the falling rain, the sun blinks through the clouds but, the rain, will be back again. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Nov.11/2012

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |

When Will Clouds Part, the Sun Again Shine Bright

Long after the storms of the violent night
They wait in the dark, braced for the bad news
When will clouds part, the sun again shine bright?

First the shock arrives with coming daylight
How much will they save, how much will they lose
Long after the storms of the violent night.

A cold rainy day floods down on the blight
Some lost their lives, others with just a bruise
When will clouds part, the sun again shine bright?

Those who survived hold each other so tight
Knowing there’s not much that they can reuse
Long after the storms of the violent night.

It may take some time to make things just right
Through the days ahead they will often muse
When will clouds part, the sun again shine bright?

With hope and strength they face their plight
With the love and help their neighbors infuse
Long after the storms of the violent night
When will clouds part, the sun again shine bright?

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Beyond Words

shines through our eyes
makes us light
as the dawn rises;
shades of all colors
running through us
into the sacred rainbow
where we live and die
transformed beyond suns
into music and light
holy breath and nectar
beyond words
and the peace
that surpasses

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

How to Think Like a Poet

A poet finds delight
In the empty sky at night
The stars don’t shine they glitter
The birds don’t sing they twitter 

The sun don’t beam it radiates
The rain don’t rain it contemplates
The worms that wriggle
When bluebells giggle
And rinses out our yesterdays
To make room for tomorrow

The city’s a hive of activity
Of multicultural intensity
And humans contain astounding extremes
Of venomous lies and heavenly dreams 

These are fractions of fiction and things still unwritten
And writings a bug that has to be bitten
If you can never completely describe it, you know it
You know you are thinking a bit like a poet!

Copyright © Peggy Melmoth | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |


What inward sight illuminates our way -
Whose lucid eye can all the ages span -
To see the Mystic Law that holds its sway
Beyond the endless birth and death of Man?
The luminary moon, when night is done,
Still rules the tides, though the daylight hides it.
The lotus always turns to face the sun
And yet what blossom eye ever guides it?
The cross-eyed men with intellect adorn
Their intuitions - blind who lead the blind -
The common mortals - blind when they were born -
With doubtful eyes that Truth could never find.
   We look - we stare - we gaze and gaze - but we,
   With sightless eyes, forever fail to see.

 – Harley White  

< October 6, 1999 >

Copyright © Harley White | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Sun shines on the righteous

No grudges befall people who seek
       peace and harmony at all cost.

       Stores are always full for those
who have cultivated a spirit of giving.

Wealth follows people who work for bliss,
       rather than working for money.

      A good name is immortalized for those
who have left a reason to be remembered.

      Generosity always bounces back
to those who show kindness.

Sun shines on the righteous.

Date: 11/04/2016

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016