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Premium Member The Ceiling Fan

Like fallen warriors, 
we collapse side by side, 
glistening in the sweaty afterglow.  

Limbs still entangled, 
too exhausted to sing the other’s praise,
we stare at the blades of the bedroom fan 
slowly circling above.

A lone, 
satisfying sigh 
escapes in between your deep, 
cleansing breathes.

Your smile 
reflects in the brass, ball base 
of the rotating fan.
I smile in return,
unable to rescue my gaze 
from the fan 
cooling off our steaming bodies.

Slowly, 
your right hand moves; 
fingers entangle with those on my left.  
I still taste you on my lips.

I silently laugh to myself 
upon the realization that I still have one sock on;
the other dangling on the end of a fan blade.  

The remainder of our clothes 
strewn around the room 
as if the hamper had exploded.  
Your brassiere 
ruined when I removed it 
with my teeth.

Beads of sweat roll down my thigh 
where our legs remain interlocked – 
I love the smooth contrast of your skin 
against my sun dried legs.  

The ever so slight breeze 
created by the fan 
is starting to dry our exposed skin 
as we slowly regain strength.

The circling blades hypnotize.  
The subtle, 
rhythmic hum 
from the fan motor 
mixes with the recent memory 
of the rhythmic dance 
just concluded.  

Your hand, 
now lightly brushing against me, 
is re-energizing my engine.  

Slight,
involuntary movements 
near your finger tips
indicate our dance may not yet be over.

I blink 
to interrupt my transfixed, 
mesmerized relationship 
with the ceiling fan, 
so I can once again 
concentrate on you.

Energy restored – 
as if pumped back into our souls 
by the bedroom fan –
the warriors re-engage 
in battle once again.  

A battle in which 
each warrior wins.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Chunky Charlie

A Special Poem for Will Helppi




A really fat cat named Chunky Charlie

From a town called Licketysplit Corner

Was renowned for a very interesting talent

As a world famous circus performer

His extra poundage added to the spectacle

People thought it was really appealing

They giggled to see him jiggle while juggling

Six tennis balls as he was kneeling

A pretty little kitty called Cuddly Cathie

Winked at him while watching him juggle

So trying to concentrate on his performance

He found it to be quite a struggle

In fact, near the end of Charlie's performance

Balls flew off in every direction

One ended up in the lap of Cuddly Cathie

He approached her with a very red complexion

He stuttered and stammered trying to apologize

Her beauty made him literally tongue tied

Instead of an apology these words stumbled out

"Will you be my pretty kitty cat bride?"

Not a moment went by, Cuddle Cathie replied

"Yes oh yes, I'll be your blushing bride"

Dear Charlie could hardly contain his emotions

He was absolutely brimming with pride

The moral of this tale is really quite obvious

Perseverance pays off sooner or later

You should never give up when reaching for a star

The rewards will never be greater!
Form: Narrative

Sparkling Kisses

Trying my best to concentrate on what is being said
For thoughts of him kissing me are swirling in my head
An electric current connecting us refuses to be ignored
The passion igniting between us demands to be explored
His eyes lock on mine and I know he feels the same
He leans forward with the intention of my lips to claim
Soft lips sweetly entice, leaving me feeling light headed
Throaty groans escape as we further become embedded
He catches my bottom lip and gives it a gentle suck 
Flooded with desire my senses suddenly run amok
Heart rates accelerating, leaving us breathless and burning
The taste for each other now a unquenchable yearning
His tongue intertwines with mine, the jolt takes us by surprise
This is a rare occurrence, my subconscious blissfully sighs
Filled with sweet sensations, sparkling inside and out
Totally entranced, his kisses I never want to be without.


By Cecilia Macfarlane,  August 16, 2012
for PDs Kissing Game Contest
Form: Rhyme


Sweep Me Away, My Love-Solitary Moments Contest

Solitary Moments Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose


Sweep me away, my love, into the blue shores of the east,
   Seize my sorrow as you reach for my delicate heart,
      I have listened alone to the tunes that carry my release,
         you have allowed my soul searching wonder to light its spark.

Sweep me away, my love, let us sail to our own island,
   Let me concentrate on taking your height to pleasure,
      I don't need any gold and wouldn't accept any diamonds,
         but the core of your chest shall be my greatest treasure.

Sweep me away, my love, as we share delicate moments,
   A gentle kiss on my forehead will set off my desire,
      Creating sweet sounds of love with a euphony of instruments,
         For only you, my sweet man, know how to light my fire.

Sweep me away, my love, up our mountain in the sky,
   Feel my body yearn for you as we climb up to the peak,
      My body tingling with anticipation on a natural high,
         Shhhhh...let's be quiet tonight, there's no need to speak.

Sweep me away, my love, towards our life of forever,
   For you are my radiance of light, my greatest endeavor.

~I was listening to the song "Absence of Fear" by Jewel while writing this poem~

~Date Written: February 3, 2016~

2nd Place Winner
Form: Rhyme

Three Years Ago Today

three years ago today
i still regret you went away
though tears have dried
and crying stoped
you seemed to live within each drop
the words i use everyday
three years ago from today
i cry for you this very way
today's no different from anyday
i mintioned you on many days
and touch the things with death
you gave
i wish the wish i always have
to be with you as i once had
i haunt the places you use to be
how i got there is a mystery to me
not by my power but maybe Gods
these three years have been real hard
beggining with you my greatest loss
what could i gain that you it cost
today is the day i could go mad
and tell them all that i was sad
today a day to destroy myself
but concentrate on something else
today's a day for me to use
to show the world my bitter blues
but prove a fool for love sake
as if three years it did'nt take
Form: Bio

Premium Member Magnetic Attraction of Love

In the serene solitude of your slumbers,
You’ll dream of me forever and ever.
For there, with my enigmatical looks,
I’ve been haunting you 
From the first day you’ve seen me.
You have so often wondered at that look 
that draws you to look so intently in my eyes. 

I see you watching in the shade
Of that lovely gazebo in the garden.
You try to focus on my soulful eyes,
I notice your intense use
Of your make-ups of your black dark eyelashes,
Yet it is that exquisite pearl necklace that I love.
It draws all your wanton attention.
You look at a large diamond ring
Flashing it in the filtering sunbeams.

Oh stop looking at these gaudy trifles
Nor must you concern yourself about me.
Just look into my mesmerizing eyes.
Concentrate on my face all lit up,
Admire the light on my sweet kissing lips,
And don’t dare compare them 
To that aloof Mona Lisa’s smile.
One day, when I’ll come to you
In the serene solitude of your slumbers,
And I’ll show you how a kiss should be.


Self Love

Concentrate on being enough for yourself, connect with you as your own person, and learn to develop yourself, become the most beautiful version of you, one that you are comfortable with, do not worry what others are believing, do whatever it takes to make yourself happy. Go out, and be happy, go and spread your relentless love, each and every time mean a little more, say a bit more than the last time, attempt to reach out to have a positive impact on many hearts, and minds.
Form: Narrative

What Is White

Are times really getting better with race and nationality?
Is there ignorance in color with unwarranted rationality?

My hope is that yes, we have tried to come to understand, 
just because you’re white doesn’t mean you have the upper hand.

Attacks on personal preference of what music you enjoy, 
or choosing based on race who you wish to employ.

We are all created out of love and should live in harmony, 
living in a world where there is complete equality. 

I don’t think there is a dominant color of more importance, 
and we should concentrate on whether we live in competence. 

Some fear other races due to crudeness and ineptitude, 
or just plain being unfamiliar with culture and being rude. 

To me the color white is just a skin color that is worn, 
we should all show compassion for the race that we were born.



January 16th, 2018
Form: Couplet

Premium Member The Sad Nocturnal Song of Frogs

The night is young
And enticing
Still, a lump weighs heavily on my heart
As I sit by the window
And reflect on the cause of life!

Pray, it would seem that, somehow
People get so engrossed in life
That they forget about its illusory power
Or,
Is it that they simply choose
To pretend to forget about it
And to concentrate on its joys!

Why, life bothers me
It moves me
It pains me
It is like a trap
A wonderful scene painted
Made of a most luscious clear watered pond
But, the moment you approach it
Creatures of darkness jump out
And pull you in,
In their cage where you become
Like laboratory rats spinning on wheels
Going faster and faster
Going nowhere
Yet, having to keep on moving
For such is what is expected!

Pray, the night is still young
Frogs croak tirelessly
Engaged in their own symphony
Leaves rattle by carelessly
Propelled by the winds
Rain drizzles over from the sky
And I can only think of that which life has taken from me
As well as that which I secretly desire
But which I may never get!

Pray, the lump weighing over my heart is growing
Almost as if it were a carnivorous plant
Existing there, in my inner garden
Ready to destroy everything that I treasure
From my memories
To my romantic aspirations!

Why, life is such
Made to be a mere game
Enacted by you and me
But being ruled by the powerful will of Fate
And Death!

Why, on this cold night
I can only sit and reflect
Saddened and burdened!

For Contest: 
Sad Free Verse 2017
Sponsored by Laura Loo
Written on 28 July 2017

Shattered Girl

You shattered my world
I was a sweet innocent girl
Thought my future was solid gold
Then you flushed my heart bitter cold
Went from a flow chart to a volcanic eruption
Minutes, days, weeks, it'll eventually even out. 
One mans laziness caused another mans corruption

When foundation crumbles
You constantly stumble
Balancing on floating ice
Pray for a solid double on those dice
Teased a lot by a half roll, 
There's just so much I can't control

There's nothing more powerful than not being scared
Skepticism I've grown close to, a friendship hard to bear
Think of a million possibilities with each choice
There's always going to be that internal voice
Why make it so hard?
One mans laziness is another mans corruption
That someone else will take care of me,
I'll never jump to that assumption

Gets harder and harder, 
Then easier and easier 
Harder and harder
Then easier and easier

All that matters is how I spend my time now
What I do now will help my future somehow
Where will I be in five years?
Have no idea
Asked me that a lot when I was younger, 
Always had an answer
But back then
I was just a kid

Love, what's love your asked?
You lectured so many times
I'll put it on repeat along side a laugh track
Love is opposite you
It's opposite everything you do
Trying to deal with real love
That's truly far and above
Anything you can comprehend.

You taught me the greatest in life
Concentrate on the good, 
Keep your head up with pride
Conquer the madness by ignoring it
Do positive things to destroy it
© Lynn Dolly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Seventh Day

God took his time to make the world and we are truly blessed, 
He worked so hard for six long days but then He took His rest. 
A whole day off from His creation so what’s a deity to do? 
He slept late then got Himself some premium coffee to brew. 
Then He made himself some cinnamon buns and ate them on the deck, 
He wondered how things were back on Earth but resisted the urge to check. 
They’ll be fine for just one day. How much trouble could they find? 
I left them alone in a paradise and now it’s My turn to unwind. 
Then He remembered the serpent and the tree of wrong and right, 
And He began to worry that they’d never make it to the morning light. 
So He put on a robe and grabbed His keys and headed for the door, 
Then He stopped himself before He left and He paced across the floor. 
If He couldn’t trust them for even one day then what good would they be? 
So He decided to make a mutton sandwich and go and watch TV. 
But He couldn’t concentrate on the game and He was running out of chips, 
And taking a little walk in the garden would be much better for His hips. 
He went to check up on the kids in Eden and what do you suppose?
Sure enough He found the two of them running around in clothes.
They pointed fingers at each other and at the snake and at the tree,
And all the while He thought to Himself, they really do need Me.
That’s why God keeps Himself available no matter what the time or day,
So when we are in need of his strength we only have to pray.
Who knows? Maybe someday we’ll realize what there is at stake,
We’ll be able to take care of ourselves and then God can take a break.
But not yet.
© Tony Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Nightmare

I'm working through the night
so I won't fall asleep
for every time I do,
into my dreams you seep
the one that broke my heart
the one that saw me feel
the only one I love
the one that was too real.
I'll concentrate on life
without it's summer days,
the winter in my heart,
beats sunburn on my face.
The cold wont reach my skin,
the sunny smile prevails,
it hides from all the world
my blackend, charred remains.
You'll never see me hurt,
I'm much too proud for pain,
I'd rather die inside,
Then let you know you've maimed.

Cycles of Life

Times such as these test body soul and mind
So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined
Or loosed to concentrate on brighter things
Like furry puppies, flowers and girls on swings

In this bright morning sun as I roved out
Past village houses waking to their day
With little gardens, blossoms all about
As all across this England’s pleasant brae

In scepticism native to my heart
With self restraint on humour that’s sardonic
Ever seeking inspiration to my art
I crossed heath margin gloomy and achromic

Then onward later passing black swamp marsh
Of putrid mud and roots round dead stumps curled
As sunlight penetrated tree top arch
I found myself in new and magic world

Tread higher then, along the wooded track
The earth grew ever brighter to my eye
The canopy now thin, then folded back
Til nothing seemed above me, only sky

A single buzzard circled in the blue
Then as my eye adjusted, were revealed
Another, then Red Kites made patterns
new
With searching eyes they scanned the sunlit field

In echelon of helix high then higher
More birds soared in great three dimensioned bowl
In choreographed flight dance; did they require
Direction by divine traffic control?

All Carnivores! life based upon life cycle
Thus nature’s way is seen in rhythm born
Seasons and the land each follow pattern tidal
(These barrows once stood bare in sand dune form)

In crisis deep we face a time of trial
Could nature’s message give a way to vow 
Whether raged against or treating with denial
All cycles shall complete; as then - so now

25 March 2020
Form: Verse

Premium Member Raven's Roost

That life is a struggle, there's no denying
when the distance between light and dark 
is just one misstep across the boundary line
Problematic for mankind since time began
Prompted by the reminder of crows flying

I have need to heed his words in the great book
There's truth there to find courage and strength 
Armor and shield to prepare me for the fight
In chapter and verse I found it when I searched 
for the way out, a way to escape the sea of madness
I pray not to get lost in the dark swells I abhor
It's the only way to assure my soul's salvation

Ravens roost there, in a forest of leafless trees
where damnation spills its virulent seeds 
There, in the shadows of the valley of death— 
like carrion for the picking, is how they see me
Blackguard avians wanting to spread their disease
Beady eyes following me as I walk through the mist
Waiting like vultures for me to take my last breath

To save myself from plight of battle and eternal death
I pray to defeat the demons crying out for me,
concentrate on the consciousness of mind over matter
and denounce the thought of "What will be, will be."
I must avoid the darkness for in its shadows, sings
the ruthless caws of ravens, fluttering their black wings
I've come to despise the sound of their beastly cries

Behind me the sound arises again, that baleful cawing 
and ominous sight; the murder of crows taking flight
Overhead, they squawk a challenge with talons clawing
but I will face the soulless demons that tyrannise me
To their offers of temptation, I vow never to succumb
for a sin it would be to forsake my will to remain free
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Dear Dan

Dear Dan, I sit here every day in class
behind you at this desk, but barely can
I concentrate on what the teacher says,
for you are such a wonderful young man.

Since Junior high, I’ve liked you very much.
I felt entranced the first time that I saw
your sweet cute face and hair blonde like the sun.
But there’s a deeper reason I’m in awe.

It’s obvious your mind is very sharp.
I think you see I am studious too.
I bet we have a lot of things in common.
I want to know so much more about you.

And so I’m asking you out on a date.
I think you like to roller skate like me.
Can we meet at the rink on Saturday?
Your answer I’m awaiting eagerly.

*Dedicated to one of my several school crushes, Dan Olsen.
He never did talk to me and I was a bit too shy in those days
to initiate a conversation with him.

Written Feb. 2, 2019 for Faraz Ajmal's School Time Crush Poetry Contest
Form: Rhyme

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