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The Bewitching Call of the Siren

The Bewitching Call of the Siren

She ululates a forlorn desire for a human love;
She’s pure evil, not from God’s Heaven above.
This siren’s seductive melody is heard on all seas,
And even on the largest lakes and flowing rivers;
Bringing even seafarers near Die Lorelei to shivers! 
Beguiling young sailors to such a ghastly death;
This vile creature’s venom is felt with each breath!
Her visage is one of true love and blessed pulchritude,
Yet Lucifer’s mask is dark with great evil certitude!
Her perfumed scent enlivens her victims’ senses,
While her dark green eyes and deep wet kisses;
Mesmerize her prey, oblivious now to all consequences;
Now feeling her fatal bites and hearing her hideous hisses! 
She taketh all pleasure in her world of this evil measure,
Enthralling all her sad victims to a most horrible death;
Now Lucifer counts with joy the lost souls’ treasure!
Always sans merci this siren be to those in her grot,
As her victims find their souls lost to Hell’s dark rot!
Beware say I to all good seafarers, do heed this tale well;
Be deaf to this siren’s call or your life shall end in Hell! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 4, 2016 (Canzone)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

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God's Holy Whisper of Love

God’s Holy Whisper of Love

I long to hear now God’s holy whisper of love,
For its sacrosanct sound abounds most high above.
This subtle soft tone mirrors forever God’s grace;
It maketh our souls one in His heavenly place.
God’s whisper reflects his love and passion in kind;
It’s His wish for poets to set them in true rhyme.
God’s whisper is our music on this mortal Earth;
It sustains our love spirit for holy rebirth.
Warm tears symbolize always our human passion,
As we seeketh God’s plan for His divine action. 
God’s whisper sustains us true in all times of need;
He teaches that love conquers all, and we must heed.
God’s love shall be with us until the end of time;
He knoweth that poets shall set His words to rhyme!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 15, 2016 (Canzone)

Author’s Notes:
One Stanza
14 Verses
Meter: Iambic Hexameter
Total Syllables: 168
Rhyme Scheme: aabbccddeeffcc

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

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Hello, I'm Invisible

I am the invisible girl behind the words,
Known in every land for my bleeding ink;
Behind self-imposed walls I find a place to think,
Each sad brick is sorrow and betrayal.
Within my strong walls my poems are free birds,
Invisible- I surround myself with beauty;
Music playing in the background, oh so moody,
My writing desk ever loyal,
Lovely, although invisible my portrayal.
I dine with a view of flowers swaying,
On a shady porch my cats are sleeping;
Books on many shelves are my friends truly.
And art on walls are my dearest companions,
I am invisible- this is not delusions.

So invisible-
Afraid to leave my haven.
I am a red rose hidden,
You must be willing,
To peel back each soft petal,
To reveal this girl of words.

April 24, 2016

Canzone (Rhyme scheme ABBCAEECCFFEGG)
and Choka (5/7/7/5/7/7)

Inspiration - Image #1

Entered in the contest, Being Invisible
sponsor, Skat

Fourth Place

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016

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Sister, Sister, Beloved Sister

Sister, sister, life would be awful without my sister,
She is my rock, the voice of reason, my safe harbour;
Not an older sibling but younger, always my anchor,
Oh, she was born with an incredible inner strength.
She possesses all the beautiful qualities of my mother,
When I am ill, it is my sister who holds my hand;
By my side she will always and forever stand,
For me she goes the distance, no matter the length.
She is my soul's deepest love and greatest strength,
I will always listen and depend on her advice;
It is full of wisdom and is usually quite concise,
Mother must be smiling down from her heavenly land.
Through all life's twists and turns we are one,
Oh, those days of childhood play until the sun was done.

December 19, 2015

Poetry/Canzone/Sister, Sister, Beloved Sister
Copyright Protected, ID-15-736-602-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

For the contest, When Older or Younger
SiblingsStep In, sponsor, Eve Roper

First Place

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2015

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Blood Dripping

Let me remove the sword from my back dear friend,
The blood is dripping and I am full of sadness;
Seems that loyalty is just a thing of madness,
Oh, the pain in my heart is shattering.
I must learn to never ever trust you again,
You say one thing but you do another;
It is raining on my soul, I thought we were forever,
Your words are just senseless dribble scattering.  
My disappointment is sadly staggering,  
So I must add more bricks to my high wall;  
And should you try to climb it you will surely fall,  
I know the Lord up above makes me always stronger.
But I must thank you for your cruel deception,  
As sorrow always gives my writing direction.

December 3, 2015

Canzone/Blood Dripping
Copyright Protected, ID 731766

For the contest, A Poem Written on a Rainy Day
sponsor, Poet Destroyer and Skat

Fifth Place

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2015

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Why I Am Here

I found poetry soup several years ago,
And it has been a wonderful journey;
Sharing poems of sadness and eternity,
Only here, can I let go of all my emotion.
But treat me with respect so I can grow,
Reponses to my sad writes are wonderful;
But, there are two sides here, one beautiful,
The side where we share poems and words.
With lovely comments like musical cords,
I want support not rules from administration;
And instead of demands give me direction,
And the blog side- well is quite dreadful.
Oh, the beautiful side is where I wish to dwell,
Administration, be fair so I never say farewell.

December 21, 2015


For the contest, Why Are You On Poetry Soup
Sponsor, Jerry T. Curtis

First Place

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2015

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Without Anabel's smile,
I am a forest without a tree,
a universe without its golden sun;
and with a loner's heart,
I'll forever search for my lovely and unseen star!
Without Anabel's smile,
I'm tossed by the be thrown into the sea!
and with little hope,I easily lose heart!   

Some women are easy to love,
and Anabel's name fits these tender words;
a real woman stands by her adored man, 
and gives him all she can...
Anabel...lovely Anabel,
everything turned awfully sad...
when our beautiful star fell
from the August sky to the silent earth!

Without Anabel's smile,
life becomes a flower without spring,
an empty hand that holds nothing;
and mine waits for her distant hands
to touch me and make me come alive...
and if destiny is kind, we will dance!

Anabel...untrue Anabel, prettier than an unreal goddess:
have you found another sweet-heart...and settled for less?

Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2008

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For My Muse

The gryphon guards Scythian gold

The phoenix guards with riddled clues

But the powerful love and light of God

Will protect us from the likes of you.  

Carpe Diem 

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2016

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When The Heart Wants

When we met-  I knew it would be forever,
Those dark fathomless eyes and that deep voice;
We shared many magic moments so nice,
Such lovely walks along the beach hand in hand.
We would walk slow talking about whatever,
Oh, that special place we lay beneath a tree;
That perfect blue azure sky and gentle breeze,
And those rolling waves that caressed the sand.
This special memory is beautiful and grand,
You kissed my ruby lips, whispering sweet words;
And we were lost in our love-  lulled by singing birds,
I wish, I had the power to have time freeze.
Like vines twining, growing together, so did our love,
Now, I weep at your tomb- " forever and ever my love."
June 7, 2016

(Rhyme Scheme- abbcaeeccffegg)

For the contest, The Color Of Love
sponsor, Casarah Nance

Sixth Place

Poem of the Day, June 9, 2016

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016

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Godly Men


I speak thy name so often, you’d think I’d know the spell; but so help me, I swear I do; I
saw it this sullen
Mourning standing in the cue – the gaunt brother of commerce’s inclusion aching with
regret; I could smell it on his breath – Lord, the world devoid of love drains my brothers
blue – they seek you in such vacant places – they see you where they are, not: a subtle
telling sub-plot of longing and regret; oh how they adorn such phases: the raincoat, the
cup of coffee, the last great event of yearning; the wrong turn not taken; for all is
gone, forsaken – in the void that seeks consume them one, two or three. 
This is the last remark that can be spoken on the subject, for to lend it power is to doom
those brothers bold who beat thy rhythm true – those saints who ply a trade unique – to
stare at Godly men’s best intentions and render them oblique.

Copyright © Joe DINKI | Year Posted 2008

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be smart stay in school

see spot see spot run, wow mom i can read
yes but you must go to school to get all you need
at home i can teach you how to tie your shoes
but they can teach you why one and one makes two

back then getting an education was so clear 
and we didn't bother to question why 
as we learned the different between hear and here 
and of course how to multiply

but now it seems school is not what we pictured
no more recess where we run and laugh
they have brought in American literature
a when will i use all this math

then you must combind all you know and more
just to try and get a deceit S.A.T. score
which they say is based solely on your knowledge
and it's very important when choosing a college

this is why we must focus on our priority's
in order to get into a good university
and in these times you need a college degree
that's the only way to make it in today's society

you'll have plenty of time to have fun 
so don't be anybody fool
it time you start looking out for number one 
be smart ! stay in school

Copyright © Robert Walker | Year Posted 2012

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Knowledge is power

Listen to me I a wisdom spreading the message to grown ups and children Mentality philosophy sycologicoly educationaly given My brains spinning working 7 days a week thinking My thoughts are high beonyed the sky it's like an angel blinking Thoughts of determination I will spread knowledge to the nation So all that negative in the world I am replacing With lyrical penatration only spoken by a consealer I can never be the same never follow I'm a leader This world is going down if I keep this to myself I would die a 1000 deaths to help everyone else This life is so amazing while hell's fire keeps blazing Billionars keep getting money and prices are still raising Homeless people craving 3 pennies they are saving I'm getting so pissed I'm about to paint the white house black Uplifting my community and bringing it all back Apply all this wisdom because every word is a fact

Copyright © ikhlas moosa | Year Posted 2014

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Put A Ring On Your Finger

When you kiss me
I get high like I could 
touch the sky.

When you touch me
I get them butterflies.

Something about you 
really turns me on.

Might be your looks,
or the way that you 

But one thing's for sure,
I can't get enough of you.

I can see myself spending
the rest of my life with you.

You're driving me crazy,
I'm in need of you daily.

I'm hoping that you feel 
the same, so we can make 
things official between us.

Put a ring on your finger,
and become husband & 

Then live our lives 
in paradise.

Written by: Poet Shi

Copyright © Poet Shi | Year Posted 2014

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the Sun is shining brightly.

when the sun is about to rise above, one can see and admire the beauty of the light coming
out the sun which is like gold colour which is covered all whoever it comes on. all the
birds meet on the trees nearby singing with perfect cordination with each other, saluting
the sun, one can also feel the heat of the sun  on those who shining on them. some
passerbys drinking water to quinch their thirst because the heat is going very high as soon
the sun goes up little by little, and when the sun goes down in the evening, one can feel
the light heat and the light that seems to be very golden  yellowish on the fields and where it
passes leaving a spectular beauty looking at it, by going up little by little till it vanishes behind the sea for good

Copyright © kenneth mahoney | Year Posted 2010

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If tomorrow I’ll be late for a coffee to "The Greek"
Do not wait
Above Olympus of pain I make portrait of Mother
In the loneliness I knit nostalgic mosaic of Father's
To the Children we build together the statue of longing
Let we kiss a lot Grandmother but not let us kill the exile

If after tomorrow I will be absent for cappuccino to "The Italian"
Wait me a bit
To save desperation about homeland
I will ride crazy within Dante’s circles
While daughter of Tyro’s King wound words from haven
Kills me every day and Kosovo in daylight

If today again I’ll not come to “The new club”
Don’t think that I don’t want
But there are gossips, rumors and fog
And I pray for everyone, even for those who only speak Albanian
Wait me to the field of the church where our childhood suffering
To make toast of tears; why we haven’t had the beautiful youth age

Copyright © bekim tocani | Year Posted 2012

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A lot of us,
forgot to live,
knowing that we must,
do whatever we can,
all to give.

Forgot about,
what was important to us,
always doubt,
what we think of,
we knew it,
wasn't love.

It's time we change,
find a way,
to arrange,
what has lay,
in our past,
needs to go away.

I say we start,
what is there to lose,
we can all,
be a part,
of what we choose. 

Copyright © aya darwish | Year Posted 2014

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Love Spell

A love so zealous
Can defy a thousand men

But to whom shall I give my love
If no one wants, what I have to offer him

I lay awake at night
And cry a million tears
My pillow cries back at me
Because it hears my fears

At daybreak, I lay awake
Heartbroken, yet I persevere
For I will never give up on finding him
Not for a hundred years

Today, I passed a man, who gave me a wink
I think …

Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2010

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Ready for Love

I've loved you for awhile.
I know now I can share my heart with you.
You have proved to me that I can trust you with it.
Can you help me put it back together again?
All i ask is for you to handle it with care because it is fragile.
So here it is my heart open but broken.
Ready for you love.

Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2012

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The Unwanted Visitor


He is slow and fast and always comes so sudden
If he pays you a visit, he will be an inevitable burden
He visits everybody he wants to, there is never exclusion
There is no age-bound; the old, young and the unborn are an inclusion
Everybody knows this visitor and why he visits and never wishes he visits
Death; the punctual visitor that leaves his host and hostess late when he visits.

If this visitor visits you, how will you welcome him?
He comes always to take not to give, what will you give him?
He is the time-keeper that doesn’t state the time and season he visits
If you happen to be the unlucky host, what time will you wish he visits?
The august visitor that visits every month unannounced to his timed hosts
Death; the wicked visitor that causes sorrow to all who relates to his timed hosts.

He does not just make things seem bad, he makes it worse
He is always the necessity that leaves every choice a curse
There may be but haven’t seen anyone who wants him around
In a twinkle of an eye, he can make a noisy hall absence of sound
For every suicide; seconds to go, anybody on suicide will wish to be alive
Death; the unwanted inconsiderate visitor that never leaves his hosts alive.


Copyright © Victor Alexander | Year Posted 2013

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The WORLD beyond WORDS

WHY she doesn’t understand? I want to speak something, Unfortunately she gets something. Why is there a gap, between our thoughts? I went for a nap, Hoping everything will be fine afterwards But…nothing has changed As if I am cursed, I am back to hell. Why I am like that? Why can't I make anyone happy? Why my life has become so sad? Where are those joyful berries? I am so scared From all the directions I am so dumb That I can't believe on my own self When will the light of glory, Come to my life For which I have always thrived. When will I be able to convey my feelings Of love & care for her? When will I be able to share? She behaves as if I don't exist Like I am out of her life. This makes me feel , As if my heart is cut with a knife. Talking is far... She doesn’t even give a glance How can everything be alright? I can't even see a trace of chance. My eyes are swollen because of tears. They have become red But I don't think she cares Which makes me tremble with fear.. I never wanted to hurt you I am sorry if I did I know it was my mistake to some extent I am sorry.... I am rude But I don't pretend I will try to be polite As per your delight Please please please don't walk away I am ignorant Instead help me to find a way Help me to rise, Take me to paradise!!! ~~~~~@!<@!\!!<$!-!@ Priy@

Copyright © Akanksha Priya | Year Posted 2010

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In My Dreamy Dream

In my dreamy dream, a white horse is approaching,  
The rider, an Indian, muscled, brown, handsome;
Flowing long hair with feathers entwined- a phantom,
He beckons to me to come and I drift to him,  
Then, I am an Indian girl and all is dim.
O, soft beaded doe skin dress and waist long hair floating! 
All the night we embrace and fly from falling stars,
As dawn is rising-  he takes me to his tepee;  
We undress and I trace his many battle scars, 
Laying tangled on a bear skin- just he and me.  
He kisses my hair, my lips, whispering his sweet love,
Then, the sun comes and I fly away a white dove.

December 6, 2015


Entered in the contest. One OF Your Best, 
sponsor Rob Carmack

Sixth Place

Entered in the contest, Nighttime Musing

Did not place in contest. 

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2015

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Food Poisoning

My God, i cant stay quiet,
for i took the wrong diet,

maybe i should have cooked it,
but impatience made me eat,

could not wait for lunch,
for i was hungry that much,

the dished passed across my nose,
waking up my hunger dose.

pass me the dish please,
i said with ease,

for i am hungry,
and when am hungry i get angry.

A thrust into the plate,
with great ecstasy i ate,

feeling happy,
each spoon had a different story.

Things later went sour,
felt bad at the wrong hour,

vomiting, my stomach broken,
whats the cause: food poison.

EzyFabanatu All Rights Reserved © 28th
March, 2014

Copyright © Ezekiel Adodo | Year Posted 2014

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Lord Valentine's Heart

To thee, my love, I send a well worn heart
though wrapped in crimson satin and unbeating
I fill it with sweet meats and love's entreating's
Oh please return, we've been too long apart.

I brood at break of dawn and setting sun
behind the velvet cloth of our bower.
I stare from arched turrets in our tower
and strain to hear the homeward hoof beats start.

Hear me now return, I'm left with but a part
of a life not worth living without my dove.
Your Valentine is but a token love,
for needs be, I've much more to impart.

To thee, my better half, my sweetest bride
will you return to me, will you homeward ride.

*A Canzone is a pre-curser to the sonnet
and has 10-11 mixed metered lines, I have used
Dante's end rhyme pattern [abbcdeeccffcgg]

Contest: Your Best Rhyme
Poet: Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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City of the Dead

The  p o r t a l  to the PAST exists beyond an  O L D  gate,
          in the city of the  D E A D  the beloved wait;
   on her elaborate  t o m b  is an ancient date,
              his LOVE  so great that he built her a monument.
The entry is  s e r p e n t i n e  iron, quite ~ ORNATE ~,
         and her tomb-   HIS  architectural excellence;
   in time her l o v e r  also took up residence,
               it is WRITTEN ~ he was a man quite prominent.
My research found the  s t o r y  in a document,
          the man built his wife a grand RESTING place mansion;
    even after her young  D E A T H  he held his passion,
              the man would come EACH day with flowers opulent.

Written- he became a recluse after her death,
On the ancient ornate door, I left baby's breath.

February 17, 2016

Poetry/Canzone/CITY OF THE DEAD
Copyright Protected, ID 16-758-542-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to the contest, Screwed XII,
sponsor, Rob Carmack

Fourth Place

Entered in the contest, A Tomb of Ancient Bloom,
sponsor, Justin Bordner

Honorable Mention

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016

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Time pass by

A crazy gloomy highway,
Whacky streets of birmingham,
Catostrophe like winter bloated in winds
Tremble like passion cursed to flow,
Sounds where i heard the first smirk,
Her eyelashes twinkled like whisky sky,
An irish coffee mocked me to look,
Her raindroping hair wrinkled my eyes,
An smothering  truth or a soothing lie,
Sip on sip coffee hanged me high,
It was a rainy day,no one to say ,no one for bay,
It was her tranquilizer which made me die,
on the very moment which now pass by
That love on sight like a first pie bite
I hinder this road to look for her,
Which now looks like a labyrinth masscara that she floss on,
Roads came narrow, i glazed on to follow,
She moved to a door,that went inside lamped on floor
It was lazy  me ,sure she was nice and it could have been a night
but now its better begin for my Redbricks lane,
My days are bad and luck is hard, let it be let time 
pass by
coz her eyes are still in my eyes,
and its still a long winter and coffe shop is just two blocks aside.

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Copyright © vaibhav zawar | Year Posted 2013