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By the Sea

"By the sea, all worries wash away" (Saw this quote on a sign in my doctor office and I loved it.) Since by the sea, all worries wash away, I think I’ll go down to the beach today, where palm trees in warm summer breezes sway, before the sun peeks out above the bay. Fair weather is expected. Clouds of grey are not expected. I think that I may jump waves as if I were a child at play! Yes, by the sea I’ll go without delay. From morn till twilight's crimson glow I'll stay.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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The Older I Get

I once heard the whisper of falling snow,
saw a spark in the eye of a coal-black crow,
felt the power and awe of a swift river's flow,
the older I get, the less I know.

My hair was once braided in golden cornrows,
by Jamaican friends in an island below,
a psychic once asked me about Jericho,
the older I get, the less I know.

The hot southern asphalt that scalded my toe,
the rope swing that swung us, to and fro,
Christmas Eve and the tree in the firelight's glow,
the older I get, the less I know.

Everyone's gone, but where did they go?
Why is my spirit sinking so low?
Is it true we reap only what we sow?
the older I get, the less I know.


©2010 DanielleWhite


Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2010

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Shadow Poets

As night grows short, yet moon and stars are still aglow, some sleep with dreams which to the world they’ll never show, and others sleep with dreams that cover up great woe. But there are some whose minds are dancing to-and-fro, who find that slumber is a thing they must forego. They rise from bed; then creeping down the hall they go where they can put their thoughts to verse because they know that fleeting are those thoughts which fall like flakes of snow across their minds. To capture them they must, and so, the shadow poets pour their hearts out! Even though they long for sleep, they let their dreams on paper flow! Written Jan. 16, 2017 for John Hamilton's 12 by 12 Monorhyme Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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Una and the Lion

This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass

This cord of present time shall break
And hate and fear shall flee and quake
Oh, may all vice this earth forsake!
And love awake! And love awake!

Oh, see him walk 'neath mighty trees!
The king of beasts; what strength and ease!
Yet now content this lass to please
Her hand to tease, her hand to tease

Behold! A pleasant form and face!
The child of beauty crowned with grace!
Fair Una treads at even pace
A better place, a better place


~ The form is Monotetra~
~Based on the painting 'Una and the Lion' by Briton Riviere. 


Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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Malimar

My mind deforms in Malimar
    Where people bathe in caviar,
        Inhaling hash from her cigar -
            I bow to Runt, the three eyed Tsar

The captive kiss of Princess Mars,
    Who speaks in tongues at seminars,
        Burns red within her Blue Boudoir -
            I writhe beneath her pale peignoir.

Her Maids tint lips with cinnabar,
    Brew tea within a samovar
        Secrete their heat within a jar -
            I’m thirsting at the reservoir.

Her Genies play with gold dinars,
    Disguise themselves in suits of tar,
        Bedizen me in stares that mar  -
            I plea before the commissar.

At Princess’ neighbourhood bazaar,
    Shades drape their dreams in wooden char
        While shadows kneel at doors, ajar -
            I’m waiting for the Avatar.

Her Merchants, panting pale Hussars,
    Paint screens of broken VCR’s,
        While strumming strings on warped sitars -
            I’m sailing ships to Zanzibar.

Her Prophets sometimes cruise in cars,
    Or while at each and every bar,
        To talk of time and things bizarre -
            I pass my pride for small pourboire.

Her Necromancers sprint and spar,
    With tales of wisdom flung afar,
        They’re numbered by the registrar -
            I’m dangling from her handlebars.

While Princess conjures crude memoirs,
    In never ending repertoires,
        I always seem to think they’re ours -
             That ‘hers’ and ‘mine’ are on a par

My Princess sometimes cuts and scars
    While weaving webs of au revoirs -
        I often wake to ask ‘who are
            These Gods that sail the distant stars?’


Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2013

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On Our Friendship For Jan Allison



You were eyes for the man I was - blind 
And always without strain you were kind 
Love from the heart with no edit of mind 
What a day it was I met you - what a find 
In awe of your aura - to mesh I was inclined
Our souls with ease from day one intertwined 
Faith insisted on our meeting, solid, underlined  
There were no keys on backs one had to wind 
To say that I am thankful would be misdefined 
A new word I would create for us for all mankind  
For our story must be familiar one predefined  
From up above written in stone and preassigned 
I am writing this in monorhyme perfectly designed 
Like our friendship it is one, neat and consigned  
For you now - delivered, dated and proudly signed 



01~11~2015 
With Love Armand 
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Contest: Write A Poem





Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

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Shadow to Shadow

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In youth the Eden where you played
was left bereft, destroyed, decayed,
by trusts malignant masquerade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Sweet crops die in your fallow glade
as opportunist needs invade
and bleed the life from every blade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
First, victims surging song is brayed,
but dirges of the wronged soon fade
as urges pant their serenade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Agendas you've arranged cascade
to keep your motives undisplayed
and cover cracks in your charade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
You've planted with your soiled spade
these rancid seeds in hopes that they'd
conceal the putrid plots you've laid

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Your blighted past will be replayed
and every bloom on whom you've preyed
must lie now in the beds you've made



Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Pierced

Imperfect as we are, how can we
begin to grasp the intensity
of His pain, that immense agony
of suffering for humanity?

To be unblemished, yet have to be
the one to bear such cruel mockery,
body nailed to a cross unjustly,
His heart and soul pierced for you and me.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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THROUGH GLOWING INTERLUDES



~ ~ through eyes that glow ruffling your hair we warm the room with luminous stares a gentle ambrosia drapes the fragrant air with wine from your lips --- and just there this need to melt in immortal surrender kindles as rows of candlelight declare kept promise of twenty years deeply shared and while laugh lines crease slight wear and tear the charm of life’s interludes makes me aware ~ how we glide together still burning and bare ~ Russel Sivey’s Candlelight Contest By nette onclaud


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012

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Fight Against The Passing Rain



Fight Against The Passing Rain Darkness falls in the middle of the day Tears from heaven rage this way. The storm comes fast, the wind blows gray She’s come to take your love away. The sun was blinding not moments ago Smiles galore and hearts aglow. You’d quickly stretched your Babygro Now all is still, as time moves slow. Time becomes a barricade, Soon enough the rains will fade. We’re with you, son, don’t be afraid To rest if you cannot evade. Our pools of love will not refrain, My love for you, always remain. Whilst apparatuses sustain, Please fight against the passing rain. 20th August 2016


Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

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Be Free, My Brothers

Penned like cattle, as if chattel,
     cages rattle, sounds of brattle,
          no more tattle, keen for battle.
Be free, my brothers!

The cause is great, our rights innate,
     not fuelled by hate, we’ll change our fate,
          we won’t be freight, not long to wait.
Be free, my brothers!

Marched out on deck, end of the trek,
     each one they check, from toes to neck,
          the merest speck, is cause for heck.
Be free, my brothers!

As we make land, I rub my brand,
     the time’s at hand, to make a stand,
          with me my band, just as we planned.
Be free, my brothers!

No longer sane, we share the strain,
     endure the pain, it’s not in vain,
          it’s all to gain, I break the chain.
Be free, my brothers!

Accursed whip, my clothes do rip,
     he splits my lip, I smash his hip,
          he’s lost his grip, knocked off the ship.
Be free, my brothers!

We're in the dirt, the words are curt,
     I wield the quirt, then shred his shirt,
          his blood does spurt, he's badly hurt.
Be free, my brothers!

The dock we shun, just feel that sun,
     we’re on the run, but not yet won,
          all said and done, it’s just begun.
Be free, my brothers!

Free of the snare, the wear and tear,
     the vacant stare, the matted hair,
          because we dare, to breathe the air.
Be free, my brothers!

So they give chase, don’t see the face,
     our fall from grace, because of race,
          their motives base, traded for lace.
Be free, my brothers!

More men appear, they mock and jeer,
     the end draws near, that much is clear,
          we hold life dear, so fight your fear.
Be free, my brothers!

At last we’re caught, not been for nought,
     got what we sought, for what we fought,
          to them we’ve taught, will not be bought.
Be free, my brothers!

Out in the field, wounds haven't healed,
     blood not congealed, our fates are sealed,
          their guns they wield, we will not yield.
Die free, my brothers!

--------------------------------------------------

Originally composed in 2013, this is one of my longer poems. I was unsure about letting it see the light of day due to the sensitive nature of the subject, but this was my take on a particularly dark part of man's history.

Submitted to the "Go Ahead... I Dare Ya!!" contest sponsored by John Lawless - First Place.

Poem of the Day: 10th April 2017


Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017

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Ashes in Gray

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on final day
truth in display:
growth and decay

going astray
cure fades away
too late to pray

without delay
under its sway
the worms buffet

vain D.N.A.
from our null clay
ashes in gray


Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2010

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Make It Count

line count and word number are equal in this selection....

"Make It Count"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

A
Man may
Come to play
But if you say
Oh no baby, not today
Do you think he would stay
Or would he go so far away
In search of another lover he could lay
Doing everything associated with rolling in that infamous hay
And if push came to shove, maybe he would pay
To relieve all the stress stemming from your hips' distant sway
Because something must give, there are more than fifty shades of gray
That's common knowledge to the freaks and all those upon which they prey
And once you learn them all, I promise your lover will never ever stray
But if you miss just a single one, then you may experience that dreadful day
Where you lose it all so try to find True Love and remember to always Pray


Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015

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Let it be

'



                                            World of Insanity
                                          Cold war,main destiny,
                                          Death is the symphony,
                                         Blood shed and heroes be
                                           Great men in history.
                                         Mourn's drums in melody,
                                         No peace for you and me.
                                     
                                             If only it could be
                                              not just a fantasy
                                             lit candles by the sea
                                             White  flags of Victory
                                             Nations in Harmony
                                             One world,One family
                                              the voice of let it be.

                                         
             I was inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's  last contest,a Monorhyme with a message,
I don't know if this poem passes as a Monorhyme.. I tried.. and the message is for peace..
Inspired by the BEATLES  song too..Let it be... One of my favourite songs.. Charma


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2010

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Sweeter Than Wine


He pops the cork from vintage vine, then bubbles dance in scarlet wine I look his way, his eyes find mine The stars align, the stars align! He pours the glass, and as it tips one drop remains there, as I sip I leave for him upon my lips My heartbeat skips, my heartbeat skips! The wine my lips had not yet met becomes a bliss, I'll not forget A kiss that tastes of sweet claret Not one regret, not one regret
________________________________ Inspired by the Contest: Monetetra Sponsored by Kim Merryman 6/26/13


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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Luna's Eclipse

Luna, to the depths 
     of my fondest delight,
You are regally dressed 
     this beautiful night.
Your beaming full face, 
     frosted splendidly bright,
Causes Venus to become 
     pale in your sight.
Your reflection shining down 
     from your lofty height
Dances on the swaying sea 
     in bejeweled light.
Known as the `beaver' 
     full moon eclipse tonight,
In awe still am l as your
     shadow takes flight.
I rejoice in the return 
     of your graceful might.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Note:
**Why is the full moon known as the "beaver" full moon?
The U.S. Naval Observatory's Geoff Chester offers the reasoning behind the name:
"[The] name comes from Native American skylore reminding trappers to set their
final traps for the season before the beaver ponds freeze up for the winter,"
Chester writes. He also notes this moon is sometimes also referred to as the "Frosty Moon."




Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

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Color Me Blue

Color me blue
As I think of you
A love once true
Has lost its radiant hue

Tomorrow I begin anew
How?  I haven't a clue
A love once true
Has now faded blue

Where is the joy we knew
Happiness that grew
A love once true
It's gone; it flew

I know we're through
All around I see blue
A love once true
Leaves me longing for you

Wondering what I can do
No more to pursue
A love once true
Has left me so blue

I eat my words, I chew
Taste like a worn shoe
A love once true
Has gone askew

Did I misconstrue
I strove to continue
A love once true
Until you withdrew

Color me blue


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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Cleaning Solution

Sticky smears on the table top.
on the couch spilled soda pop
one chewed up shoe and one flip-flop
I’m doomed to clean this mess non-stop
            
Greasy dog bones gone astray
found buried in the rug today
the hamster made a getaway
where he’s gone it’s hard to say.

The shower drain is plugged, I swear
the tub has grout and needs repair
dirty laundry everywhere.
it really is a mess out there.

Under beds dust bunnies show
all closets are on overflow
the fridge is packed with things that grow
dishes clog  the sink, I know.

Spaghetti sauce dumped on the floor
12 eggs broke, need I say more
fingerprints on every door
this place,  a never-ending chore

Just when I think things can’t get worse
the leaking fish tank cracked and burst
40 gallons was dispersed
I think this house is cursed.

In every corner, ledge and groove
dirt and grim must be removed
there’s one solution I approve
pack your things, we’re going to move!



Liz Relly – 3/06/2012
“Cobwebs and Dust”  Contest (new start)


Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2012

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Greatest Transport

I like to be somewhere were I can't be traced
I world of magic or stuck in the replay of my outtakes
A thousand pictures saved and phrases enjoyed take place
I could be a mystical being or an animal having race
I could be a goddess, or remembering when I ate Daddy's plate
Pretending I'm kissing a movie star or the kisses of my love; can't replace
O yes, my funnest and greatest transportation, are the ones that my mind would make.


Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010

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A Southern Snow

In the dark of night, moon hidden from sight
Large snowflakes in flight and transcending white
Come morning's twilight, ice crystals ignite
They sparkle so bright as sun rays excite
The song birds unite, and softly invite
On the heart it writes , a poet's delight


   January 6 2017
Monorhyme- 6 lines 10 syllables per line
          by Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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Nature Prayer

Above the grass, a-buzz with bees upon a mellow summer breeze, the morning sun warms by degrees and from my sleepy memory flees the smother of the night’s unease which led me broken, to my knees. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Might I accept that what one sees in humble moments such as these by skyward visions through the trees entranced by warbling ancient seas these secret, sacred reveries piercing, piercing, my soul appease. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thus, when swallowed by disease or trapped between realities oh might I grasp, and ever seize my God, I beg, I beg it please; the healing warmth of summer breeze to guide me whole, back from my knees.
5/13/16 *Inspired by (but not entered in) the Nature Monorhyme contest hosted by Shadow Hamilton. -Great Contest Idea!


Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2016

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Springtime - Nature Says

Nature says create and rejuvenate. Beasts cooperate and repopulate. Sun’s rays dominate; showers saturate! Blooms that fascinate soon accumulate. Bees don’t hesitate to participate as they pollinate. Isn’t springtime great! Written April 28, 2017 for John Hamilton's Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2 Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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The Reason For Our Vitality


God is the Lord of all humanity,
And the reason for our vitality;
When we ignore Him, there's insanity,
Volcanity, lack of morality,
Senseless brutality, profanity,
That leads mankind towards fatality;

Today, we're lacking in urbanity,
Because of no open mentality.
To trust in riches is inanity.
Believing Christ needs no formality,
He's the Way to heav'n, not mundanity,
Accept it or not, that's reality.


01-24-17



Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017

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Sense and Sensibility Speak

He was debonair, full of flare
charm exuded here and there
but she was so unaware
and she let her heart to dare
poured out love and all her care
But he another love did share

There he stood, there he bled
he knew that she longed to wed
all this filled his heart with dread
for she loved the youth instead
This young rival he must shred
Take her to his heart and bed

Walked in rain then took a spill
Jilted, wilted soon fell ill
to live life she lost the will
Passion gone, there was no thrill
but her heart he longed to fill
His love was the magic pill

The she knew love has no age
his hand turned a brand new page
Now that in love she was sage
Rescued from falsehood's cage
Passion danced upon their stage
No one could their joy to gauge

Jade Celeste

This is the story of Marianne and Colonel Brandon from Sense and Sensibility. You should watch the version that has Kate Winslet play the part of Marianne. Emma Thompson is her sister. Marianne is in love with the young John Willoughbye, who is dashing and charming. She is passionately in love with him, but her heart is broken when he gets engaged to someone else. Colonel Brandon, played by Alan Rickman, is an older man who is passionately in love with her but doesn't express it to her in ways she expects. However, when she falls ill, he is the one by her side. He nurses her slowly back to health and wins her love. :) This story is written by Jane Austen. Oh how I love the classics. Sometimes it is the steady, deep, unassuming love that is truly lasting. 

I've written a poem on this theme with a different twist: Scent and Sensuality. ;) I http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/scent_and_sensuality_474084




Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Stardom

Those who live in the bright spotlight of fame

Soon grow weary of critical acclaim

As targets for media seeking to shame

Their stardom goes nova in a burnt out flame




*Entry for Brian Strand’s contest


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011