Best 3 Poems

A reflection of the coloured pencil drawn sky
skates on the glass smooth surface below it.
While a rebellious group of shades take their positions 
on a glorious stage to express themselves artistically and
I...

i think of you

Wisps of clouds shaped like a palm leaf
fan the winds that...

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"May I?" she asked motioning to my dog-eared notepad as a child might
asking for a cookie expecting to be told it would spoil her dinner
I took another swallow, my hand instinctively moved to the book 
to protect it or keep her from disappointment, maybe both

"It’s...

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MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
          ...

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Always Prepared

Ready 
Freddy

The Untamed

Feral
Ferril

What’s in Frankie’s Pockets?

Frankie’s
hankies

Patriotic Guy

Yankee
Frankie

Of the highest Quality

Fraser’s
razors

Small Eater

Grazer
Frazer

The Warlock

Pagan
Fagin

The Brilliant One

Star Glow
Fargo

Something’s About to Happen to Him

Herald
Gerald

Poet

The bard
Gerard

The Mimic

Parrot
Garret

Who Needs Pudding and Pie

Georgie 
Porgie

Good Grief!

Lordy,
Gordy!

Best Things in his Garden

Gerrett’s
carrots

The Stoic

Steely
Greeley

What People Always Say to Him

Really,
Greeley?

The Generous One

Sharin’
Garen

Thrill Seeker

Gnarly
Harley

So Angry

Snarly
Harley

Embittered

Soured
Howard

Not Brave at...

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Part 3:          AT HEAVEN’S GATES

To set Her free from destiny was far from my design,
but, though unplanned, I touched Her hand to give Her peace of mind.
She told me then, and then again, that providence Divine
had...

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Continued from Part 2
Ah Consuela! I’m watching as lightning at midnight in green Spanish eyes
kindles cracks within crystals like flashes from pistols
                 residing inside of the gloom
as it hovers above us betraying a dove as
                 she flees from the fountain of doom.

Ah Consuela! I’m watching,...

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Sister World

Oh sister world that can’t be seen
You dwell beside our haunting moon.
Are you like Earth, are your fields green?

by Connie Marcum Wong

3 BY 8 IMAGE - Poetry Contest
December 30, 2014
visual 2...

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Splashes of scarlet and violet blend into blue heavens
While soft, white, feathery clouds rise like angels taking flight
Over memories of Monet’s Artist's Garden at Giverny.


© Connie Marcum Wong

Sponsor Andrea Dietrich 
Contest Name Glorious Sijo Fields 
February 7, 2015...

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I wrote a poem of despair 
My hearts been tossed up into the air 

She wrote a limerick that was taboo 
She made me laugh when I was so blue 

Entering stage left was Tim 
Writing of past lovers sins in a hymn 

It seems...

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Persian Haiku 3

Persian Haiku 3


Two wings are enough!
To go further than too far,
What about this cage?


God is everywhere.
There are too many crimes here,
Where the hell are you?


My soul is dusty.
My body is too rusty.
Maybe I'm buried.


You heard me crying.
You wanted to heal my wound.
My heart...

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his first day of school
classroom door is open wide
new beginnings

she peers in the mirror
how the years have flown by


03~26~15
Tanka 3 Contest Andrea Dietrich
based on modern tanka 
short long short long long syllables
~awarded 6th place~...

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While prose is read
and poetry spoken
silence is silence until it is broken.........

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Concluded

A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 3  concluded.
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My mother Late Rajrani Kapoor devoted her whole life,
for the love and care of her husband, 
My most wonderful father (Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor) 
Who had given her more pains of separations, 
then...

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The will of God can be hard to know
God tells us to come upon our knees
telling Him our innermost desires
to plead for His action crying, please

But sometimes He seems silent
and we wonder asking just why?
His purposes are past finding out
for God knows everything before we...

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And yet the Sun did rise again to warm a broken scene
It peered through ruined window frames where coloured glass had been
Inside, beneath a vanquished roof, before an alter, smashed
She waits in grubby gown and veil in want of dreams un-dashed

Dust that swirls upon a...

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