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Tranquility

Oh little one, how soon you'll be
In turbulence of puberty.

I will hold tight your days of youth 
And share with you my honest truth 

That innocence ingrained at birth,
Precious childhood days filled with mirth,

Will be so fleeting... you will see
The need for God's tranquility.

How grandma's age is redefined
When your teen years become aligned

With thoughts of struggles, I go through,
The many shades in every hue,

That colors life for me today.
In these sweet days, I watch you play

As I instill the grains of hope,
An inner strength to help you cope

With all the changes life will bring.
The ups and downs from early spring

Throughout your life in winter years
When you, like me, through joys and tears

Have lived a life you feel has worth;
Have given back to better earth.

When you have children of your own
And you too, see how they have grown,

My hope is that you let them know
That through their life where e'er they go

They carry with them bits of me,
Please share with them, tranquility.

© Connie Marcum Wong   

~Poem of the Day May 11, 2017~

Note:
The teenage years and the golden years are 
the most difficult to endure. Both are fraught 
with emotions...of facing life...of facing death.

Enter your own competition - Poetry Contest-Tranquility N/A
Form I have chosen is Couplet
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer

One criterion I am striving to achieve: Spirituality

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KING ARTHUR - A collaboration with Darren White

He is the king of words and poets alike
Assay as you may, this man you won’t smite
His armour sparkles in night or day
Defending those too meek to say

His table is round, there's room for all
There are chairs with wheels so no one will fall
He hands out bronze goblets with sparkling wine
This king of lush gardens has spine

Renowned through the kingdom, for deeds he’s done
There is no battle, he has not won
His knights are loyal to a fault
So you better beware who you assault

Lancelot and Guinevere are by his side
Uniting followers far and wide
So sit and drink with us in harmony
And enjoy food presented artfully

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Poetry Soap

It’s almost time and I must run
to watch/read Poetry Soap for fun.
It comes on every day at this time
and I don’t want to miss a single rhyme.
Some are about a long-lost lover
written by a secret poet undercover.
Some are about jealousy and some about trust
with rhyming lines filled with lust.
Competition is part of their game
with bards and musicians hiding their name.
They covet a prize and praise galore
laid at their feet and virtual door.
But when Poet A falls in love with Poet B
you can bet there’ll be flaming words from Poet C.
Or when Poet D gets Poem of the Day
Poet E will have something to say.
Sometimes it’s fun to read the rhymes of hate
whenever I can’t sleep and stay up late.
Battles of wits,
Poets who have fits,
Some who sing,
Some who sting.
Magical flights to lands of old
written with passion and pens of gold.
But it’s the humble ones I adore
whose words are pure, their egos left at the door.
Each episode an unending story 
with poets and their pets seeking glory.
It’s addicting like dope.
I don’t want to miss today’s episode of Poetry Soap.

By:  Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright:  9/26/2017
“All Rights Reserved”

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POOR PETER PUMPKIN

Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.

The farmer said that he was going to keep him warm with hay.
And there the itty bitty pumpkin stayed for many a day.

Finally, the farmer came to check upon poor Peter,
measured him and then exclaimed, “You’ve grown an extra meter!

I think it’s time for you to finally go and face the world.”
Peter got up from his bed. He twirled and twirled and twirled!

“My,” the farmer shouted, “You’ve grown two legs with feet!
You’re a special pumpkin. My daughters you must meet!”

Poor Peter heaved his hefty bulk, waddling away,
following behind the farmer so he would not stray.

They traveled rather quickly, and soon they reached the house.
The daughters saw the pumpkin and grew quiet as a mouse.

The silence lasted just until at last one daughter spoke,
“A pumpkin with two legs? Is this some kind of joke?”

Her father knelt beside her and whispered in her ear,
“Do not be afraid, my child. You’ve not a thing to fear.

We can carve a lantern. It will be your Halloween treat.
Then we can make lots of pumpkin pies for us to eat."

Peter trembled with a chill to hear their horrid plan.
Jumping out the door, he yelled, “Catch me if you can!”

He ran into the pastures. Then he tumbled down a hill.
As  he rolled he bumped into the couple, Jack and Jill!

“Oh dear me,” cried Peter, “I do not wish to be
a lantern for this Halloween. Please, can you guys help me!”

Jack and Jill then led him to the land of Nursery Rhymes.
His sad fate has now been told to children many times.

For he ran across a man named Peter Pumpkin EATER.
Maybe you can guess now what became of our poor Peter!

10~12~14
Contest: Halloween Co-Writes
Sponsor: Diane Locksley
Written By Jan Allison & Andrea Dietrich
~awarded 1st place~

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Love of Nature

Listen to poem:

Whether ocean or mountain with valley green
or every deep forest in between

My love for Nature fills my eyes
With every creature of Earth and sky

The changing hues on quiet display
From dawn's red light to twilight's gray

With moon that splays its beams so far
A match lit night from a shooting star

The sound heard from a wolf at night
An eagle's glide from feathered flight

The deepest footprints held in snow
And richest colors from a rainbow

Brilliant fire from Autumn leaves
Birth of Spring where nothing grieves

These wondrous things your eyes can see
As you sit below a bending tree

My inlaid heart from Nature's design
I'm another life on her fruited vine

3/13/17 Contest The Love of Nature

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The Old Painter

 
sublime my paintings, memory be
lost in time, I now must see

where once the gale winds trembled chill
wrapped in blankets, remember still

a touch, a kiss, the summer sun
from deep within, must now be spun

I frolic to and fro in time
my brush, alas..... can only mime

I still can hear cicadas' whine
but yearn for yellow celandine

tho memories fade, my spirit thrives
aflush! my paintings will survive!

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Revelation in the Rain

She briskly walks in January’s rain,
which drums the endless rhythm of her pain,
pulling closer round her shoulder in the downpour
the leather jacket he so often wore.

Another day like this she can remember
when he had worn the jacket, and against her
he’d pressed as they stood kissing in the rainfall.
The world could wash away; he was her all!

No storm could stop their loving as they raced
with great anticipation to his place.
Before they’d even reached the bedroom door,
they’d flung their rain-soaked clothes along the floor.

Underneath the sheets, though cold and wet,
they madly kissed. He was as passionate
as winter’s storm away from which they’d run,
and yet he warmed her like sweet summer’s sun!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She‘s almost home; the rain has nearly died.
She thinks of all the nights she lay and cried.
While thinking how the rainstorm’s cold still lingers,
inside the jacket’s pockets she moves her fingers.

In the lining of one pocket, her fingers meet
a crumpled piece of paper - an old receipt -
its date from when, without a word, he’d left their town
and in the city, by a drunk had got run down.

The piece of paper gives her now a revelation-
A high class jewelry store had been his destination.
He’d planned to ask her very soon to be his wife.
and  bought a ring there on that last day of his life!

His parents gave his jacket to her, yet
she’d always guessed the worst for why he’d left.
What happened to the ring? She cannot know.
But now her tears with bitter sweetness flow.

For Silent One's 'Love for movie screens' Poetry Contest

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Wishful Thinking

If one can see beauty everywhere
If one can find light in their despair

If one can find strength when one is weak
If at one's lowest still find a peak

If one with many losses can still see a gain
If one feels a love through all of their pain

If one can find calm in a life of distress
If one can see splendor in all their mess

If one can find happiness in their grief
If one can fill the void simply with a belief

If one can slow down in a life of rush
If one can find in chaos a certain hush

If one can find mobility within restrain
If one can find sanity in what is insane

If one can be humble and take a seat
If one can be kind to all that they meet

If one can find life when not wanting to live
If one can be giving with nothing to give

If one can after a slap still reach out
If one can still whisper when all others shout

If one can still trust after all have lied
If one can keep trying after they tried


If one can find a softness after all disregard
If one can find promise in all that's hard

If one can see hope when all hope is gone
If one can see themselves in their kids to live on

If one can be modest even at their best
If one can be willing to retake life's test

In darkness see the moon's glow is from the sun......
No wait; is this wishful thinking, am I the only one?

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BUTTERFLY KISS

*BUTTERFLY KISS*

I'm still alive and I don't know why?
My heart survived falling from the butterfly sky

Caught by the hands of destiny
With visions only I can see!

My love I heard your call
Wings of a butterfly broke my fall

Love motion is in the air, a love no one can compare
Indulging a look-a-stare- that we both share

Reminiscing our love made out of stolen hope
Awe~:*! To  them butterfly kisses that felt so real

Flowing like Amazing Grace, 
A shining light upon my face.

I traveled fast and far, longing to be in your arms
I desire, the warm sensation of your charms

Your safe love will help me carry on,
With the strength and bond~the love you set upon

Nothing is better than a sensual butterfly kiss
Beyond the sensation of heaven's pure bliss

Fluttering in the clouds aiming for the moon
A dream of reality, out of my cocoon I bloom!

Valued by the art of true beauty and its rarity
True love flapping in the midst of clarity

I entwine that I am yours and you are mine
Bonded together till the end of time

With the vision, my heart is no longer blind
Two broken hearts at last combined

I glide below to touch your lip.
Our lashes touch from tip to tip.

Caressing each other as our wings expand
Two hearts- kisses collide and land

Holding your hand reaching to the rainbow sky.
Kisses:*kisses:* like the butterfly!


Dedicated to *My Babe*

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Grandpa

 


The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there”.

He gazed upon a little boy while waking from his nap
Then reached down with a sweeping move and placed him in his lap

The child was carrying a book that he wanted him to see
He held it up and  asked him “Grandpa, will you read to me”?

The old man cleaned his glasses then opened up the book
And suddenly the two of them a wonderous journey took

They ventured lands so far away, sailed seas not sailed before
Met knights and kings and wizards on every distant shore.

Together they fought dragons, saved damsels in distress
Freeing lands of monsters and the treasures they possess

When the old man closed the cover to end their magic ride
He told the boy “We're much like books, what's important is inside”.

But one day when the boy arrived and rushed to Grandpas chair
Much to his disappointment, his Grandpa was not there

He ran to find his mother for surely she would know
Why the chair was empty, where did his Grandpa go

She sat him down and asked him if he remembered in each book
The adventures and the journeys that he and Grandpa took

He took you there to show you the things that you can find
The wonders that are yours to see if you open up your mind.

But he still walks beside you in the stories you have read
You're not left to go alone, he’s just gone on ahead

The child then went and chose a book and climbed up in the chair
And opening up the cover whispered “Grandpa, are you there”?

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- Young Divine Happiness -



She is young and free, and most of her love lies in front of her
As the dawning twilight holds one breathless air under misted whispers 

A sight she often looks beyond the vast land that always ends in the ocean
Upon the rocks driven by a seabreeze salted fragrance lingers 

Waves and natural forces full of power draws upon sound and rhythm
Mixed echoes crying gulls rise and fall as they crash ringing home 

To walk along the beach barefoot, she has time to be young  
Reflecting back on each step forward petals of a sunbeam enters 

Feeling divine happiness every second heartbeat without a special reason
Time begins to challenge the labours of the trodden path 

Live it is to dare, nobody has gone in her step before
Standing upon the apex captivated by thought spiralling 

Form a sculpture of wet sand, without being critical
Leaving an imprint under the shell where holds precious pearls 

A way to expose oneself to something unfamiliar and unsafe
Petals of a flower dancing to a winds melody rings midnight bells 

She dreams of love, with expectations and hope to be a queen 
Under the starlight where a moon's cradle swoons her with a smile 

A hand to hold, the first kiss ... a puzzling thought
Where memories are born a fire always burns regally sealed 








A collaborated poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
08.06. 2017
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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Southern Beauty

https://soundcloud.com/kentucky-gal/2014-09-27-09-15-43717a

How sweet is the southern beauty of a country rose blossom today.
Soft scents that float gently on the breeze through trees that sway.

With bare feet I wander country roads through heavenly display.
Across the emerald meadows on hills where butterflies play.

Skirt held high above knees in crystal waters of the creek I wade.
Sun kissed cheeks, rosy red as I lay 'neath the big oak trees shade.

I gaze up into the great cathedral of blue high above me.
In awe as downy white clouds float lazily along for me to see.

Like tiny feathers from heaven cherry blossoms fall to the ground.
Whilst off in the distance I hear the lonesome train whistle sound.

Quietly I watch a family of deer so shy as the tree line they grace.
Whilst the lonesome sound of the whippoorwill puts a smile on my face.

So thankful am I that these brown eyes can see.
This heavenly picture God has painted for me.

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Desire LOVE Romance

All lovely words
when understood

All so misconstrued
silence envelopes our delusions

Desire, we lust the attention
at the forfeit of philosophy

Love, we crave at Kings expense
	at times
		Sacrificing those whom love us true
			spilling blood at humanities alter

Romance, we desire for loves embrace
knowing serpents sell snake oil remedies

Beware the soft spoken 
cringe when you hear words only a token

Seeking the truth, not platitude
discover love, in those that.........

Breathe actions, not poetic verse

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No Poet, Am I


A poet, you say? Oh no, not am I,
               There's only ONE poet, He writes on the sky ...

Of sunsets and stars, of space without end,
               A dazzling bright ink, an ethereal pen ...

Rainbows and sun dogs, anvils and rains,
               Mists from the moors, breeze-tickled plains.

Haze-shrouded hills, cloud-crusted peaks,
               Sunrise horizons with blush on their cheeks.

Green flash, auroras, comets, and moon,
               Fair constellations that rollick and swoon.

Bright, stabbing bolts that pierce the dark skies,
               Spiraling storms with the sun in their eyes.

All that He writes is authentic and true,
               Far beyond what MY words can construe.

But every-so-often, He blesses this fool,
               Imparts me the mercy to make me His tool.

I'd love to take credit, but I must keep in sight,
               That I'm just a pen with which He may write.

So, I may seem a bard, with the verses I've spun,
               But regarding TRUE poets, there's really ... just ...

ONE.




* Submitted on January 30, 2018, for the "Premiere Contest Number 16" Poetry Contest, SKAT A, Sponsor. *

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Your Best Poem In The Last Year" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor.

~ 3rd Place ~  in the "What Inspires You To Write Poetry" Poetry Contest, Julie Rodeheaver, Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Any Poem That Got NA'd June - July 2017 Poetry Contest", Janice Canerdy, Sponsor.

~ 4th Place ~  in the "Creative Collective Anthology Series" Poetry Contest, Geraldine Taylor, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Best Rhyming Poem 3 Poetry Contest", John Hamilton, Sponsor.

* Recently featured in "The Creative Collective Anthology Series 2", published by Geraldine Taylor, available for purchase. *

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A Ripple In Time

A new borns cry
Tearful last good bye

Swaying waves of golden prairie grass
Shifting desert dunes - an hour glass

An acorn dropping among forest leaves
To mighty oak - a lifetime of dreams

The changing moon - to full again
Each morn' the sun - new skies begin

Eagles soar high - our hearts go there
These ripples in time - we all share

©Donna Jones

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Humanity

If we don’t feel with our hearts, we don’t belong
If we don’t see as one, the world is wrong
Beyond the wars and the hate and the insanity
We are all connected as humanity
We are the child with cancer who still wears a smile
We are the kid from the projects facing trial
We are the pregnant teen feeling lost and used
We are the elderly man in a home abused
We are the young couple, marriage on the rocks
We are the homeless one in a cardboard box
We are the cold and hungry, sad and depressed
We are the lonely child who never felt blessed
We are the woman whose life was filled with pain
We are the man standing alone in the pouring rain
We are the child who struggles day to day
We are the teenage girl who ran away
We are the soldier killed in an unjust war
We are the young man who can dream no more
We are the inmate locked away for life
We are the old man who has lost his wife
We would be better off without our vanity
And have a sense of belonging to humanity.

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The Universe of You


I have never seen a flower blush when I took it's hue
and held it there a prisoner captive to my view.

I have always heard the song that's in the autumn breeze
playing taps in harmony with the forest leaves.

I love the smell of rain that brings the springtime into bud
and swells my love of nature into a teeming flood.

I celebrate the cycle of the daytime into night
and find an equal blessing in the shadow and the light.

I've always felt affinity for all created things
and surrender to the pleasure that their beauty brings.

And though I could spent a lifetime sailing drops of dew
I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.


I've often sat myself by gentle mountain streams
and overflowed the dams that were holding back my dreams.

I've breathed the scented forest on the mountainside
and washed away my sorrows in an evening ocean tide.

I've laid down in a meadow and debated with the moon
and spent some quiet moments on the surface of Neptune.

I got married to a zodiac with one of Saturn's rings
then spied a super nova and went on a cosmic fling.

I've run away to nebulae in galaxy brochures
and bathed in scenes of wonders on distant planet shores.

Every cosmos in creation could parade before my view
but I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.


I've never seen a tree once withdraw it's shade
and deny a creature the comfort of its aid.

I've never seen any anger in the sun at noon
when it burns relentlessly on the desert dune.

At sunrise I take an oath to live with all my might
and reinforce my gratitude each and every night.

I could spend some hours riding on a crystal flake
drifting wildly in a gale mindless of my fate.

Many times I've been through trials of wind and rain and snow
then sentenced to the splendors that the seasons show.

And though I've searched throughout creation, I must say this is true
I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.

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Under the Same Moon -3-Way-Collaboration-

 ~Under the Same Moon~

P.D.
Our days are different, living under the same moon
Down here in TEXAS, life carries a different tune
This world spins on its lovely axis
Listening to our Tex-Mex of our English lexis
We share a world made with the trust of God's hand
Revealing the beauty that life continue to expand
Don't underestimate our football image of our Cow Boy land
A mysterious Mockingbird only we Texans understand
Surrounded by the sweetest Pecan trees
The Northern Winters come in like a breeze and a tease
We also have them Blue Bonnet fields that come and go
Tell me about CANADA, what makes its motion flow?
Branded like a Long Horn, with my Lone Star State pride
How about you, CHRIS A. What's up on your side?

Chris D.Aechtner
Different lives, different lands, living under the same moon,
waking up to the ghostly calls of the wild loon.
Look upon mountains and forests stretching into infinity-
mighty Sequoias and tall Douglas firs stand majestically.
I could offer stereo-typical images of hockey, snow and moose,
or sockeye salmon, maple syrup and the great Canadian goose,
but we Canucks are becoming tired of idly standing by
as the rest of the world dips its fingers into our Northern pie.
We are a nation of peaceful, open-minded hospitality,
shying away from brutality by offering liberal neutrality.
Before I blow my top as my strong emotions collide,
I should definitely step away from my nationalistic pride,
and ask about the Philippines and its tropical flair-
how about you Nikko, what is happening over there?

NIKKO P.
Oceans away, here I am, living under the same moon
Sun’s rising over there; here, dish runs away with the spoon
My sleep is whacked, so I’m wide awake when you are,
amazing how we can all be in one place even if we’re all very far
Where islands form the shape of an old man, waters hug our shores
Tropical Paradise here, when you explore the great outdoors
Awesome sunsets, bountiful fiestas, the warmest smiles to greet you...
We here just love to eat when there’s nothing else to do!
Colorful rice cakes, freshest seafood, the most succulent mangoes~
Sunny days or rainy days, the creativity here just flows.
Resilient. This is a word that pops to mind when I think of us Filipinos-
We bend and bounce back, no matter how hard the wind blows.
This is just a sneak peek, but I’d love to know more about Utah
Care to share what’s on your side, my dear friend Andrea?

      ( 3 Way Collaboration )

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The Awakening

POTD 5th Feb 18

Dedicated to Ken, a good friend of mine who had to give up a brilliant ballet, ballroom dancing and stage career when he was injured after a fall while performing a complicated dance routine maneuver on stage. I hope you will enjoy the video too!

Awakened by the sighs of the whispering trees
Looking across the vast empty space he sees

His winged companion pondering in wisdom
Visiting frequently knowing the significance of Freedom

Waltzing through his mind she invades once more
Intruding reflections oppress thoughts that soar

Imprisoned dreams midst fields of unpicked seams
Endless chasms of regrets in which no sunlight beams

Broken chords strumming tunelessly in solitude
Of songs of praises by an adoring multitude

Time when they were darlings of virtuosic impression
Dancing in wild abandon to a public adoration

Truly enamoured in each other their love did blossom
Though in Life’s carousel sadly far too often

Pursuing perfection whatever may befall
One gets absorbed in the fluster of a fall

Adorning false crowns in high esteem
Ego soars and plummets and shatters the dream

Negative energy interrupts Life’s Grand Scheme

The fall

In the drop of a pin - displeasure he perceives
Their past idolising could not now appease

The icy cold rejection she projects as she flees
Leaving a broken man - who has failed to please

For many long years he lays wishing Death’s end
Dwelling on memories of his so called friend

Friends he thought solid who chose to ignore
Even in his whispered words ‘forgive me I implore’

Shunned he was before his knees hit the floor

Long years of solitude one day he awakens
To find that his dark soulless days have forsaken

Terrors of the night have been released - set free
False security dismissed by a Heavenly decree

From an unsuspecting sky all dark clouds flee

Dark night of the soul heralds White light of the self
Perceptions of enlightenment an awakening of himself

From the corner of his eye a movement he detects
A woman of the White Light he strongly suspects

In her iridescent persona to her task she ascends
His vulnerability she sees and her hand she extends

And in a confetti of star showers his heart she mends

POTD 5th Feb 18

Video : 
Dark Night of the Soul - White Light of the Self
Arbre Solaire: Music : Ludovico Einaudi - Nuvole Bianche Video : " Haoma " - ESMA Movies (Mathieu, Melissa, Elodie & Yann) Jan 2018

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We Rulers Of The Earth


We Rulers Of This Earth

Homo-Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
   Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?

We're working hard to conquer space—we landed on our Moon.
   We better solve our problems here, or soon we will face doom.

New industries and factories constructed every day,
   And poisoning the air we breathe—is this the price to pay?

Energy sources are shrinking now—what happens when there's none?
   Will Man of Earth ever learn to work with Nature as one?

Some in this world are starving still while others hoard their gold.
   Intelligent and civilized; at least, that's what we're told.

We cure disease with drugs that may cause sickness as result—
   How many dearly paid for this ‘experimental cult’?

We have become a plastic world where everything is fake,
   From the foods we eat to how we look—when will we awake?.

We're civilized we tell ourselves, but fight our fellow man,
   If only we could solve world stresses through a better plan.

With government corruption and morality sinking low…
   The price of progress we may say—is this the way to grow?

We have upset Earth’s balanced ways, destroying Nature’s scheme—
   We’re intelligent and civilized—is it all a dream?

Will we ever walk on Nature's path, take her by the hand,
   Restore the beauty meant to be on Earth, our dying land?

Homo-Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
   Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?


Sandra M. Haight

~4th  Place~
Contest: People
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Judged: 12/11/2017

~1st Place~
Contest: Best Old Poem
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged: 12/17/2015

~2nd Place~
Contest: Let're Rip – Shoot from the Hip
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 04/06/2015

I actually composed this poem 30 years ago…but it is still appropriate today for venting because nothing has changed.  *****Sapiens means “man of wisdom” in Latin.

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Your Child's Eyes

The innocence lost so long ago
The undying faith we used to know
The gentle rain of a summer's skies
You can find it all in your child's eyes.

The world was right one time it seems
And we could reach beyond our dreams
To meet a challenge of any size
That fire still burns in your child's eyes.

In a world of anger and miscontent
And the frustrations of a life misspent
And you wait in fear as the storms arise
You can still find peace in your child's eyes.

Take the time for all those things
Hear his words: feel the joy he brings
There is no hate; there are no lies
There is only love in your child's eyes.

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- Valentine Jewel -


A timeless sense of joy a magical fairy dust sprinkle from the stars
My heart's flame one rhythmic and sensual warm dance

Listening to our sweet music echoes magic whispers inside the mirrors glow 
Power stands within the beauty romancing warm waves uniting flow 

In a halo of silver light shining luster deeply sparkles over wishes beam 
Each new moon embracing forever spotlighting precious silver ball in one dream   

Our love brought us together through life's destiny
Two souls have united entwined in love's single embrace
 
Beautiful snowflake you're one of a kind always unique falling true rings 
Softly warm melting desires lovingly touch gently finding Heaven sings  

When the gaze of my eyes meets yours
You bring me joy and happiness my dear valentine






A co write written by L. Mcdaid and A -L Andresen :) - 06.02.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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The Fiddler's Cat

An ebon sky, darkness to light
Diamond stars, mosaic night
Bright lunar sphere of brilliant white
Floodlights a scene of will and might.
The Fiddler’s Cat, sips warm Bordeaux
Fiddle to chin, strong paw to bow
Rosin to bow on amber ice
Wide upward swing, long downward slice.
A rotund dish, the restless spoon
Race through the night below the moon.

Ah, Fiddler’s cat empties Bordeaux
Strikes violin strings, with Dante’s bow
He plays of sorrow, he plays for chance
As spirits soar, he plays to dance.
He plays of peace, he plays for hope
To love and trust, he plays the most.
Fading ebon screen, pale ginger sky
An exhausted shrug, a weary sigh.

A new ordinance decreed by spoon and dish
Keep catnip away when serving fish.

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- Trapped In The Past -





Escape from a world of unhappiness and sorrow
Days and weeks pass and I realize that I despise this cold hole

Let me be ...

Trapped not only within those four dark walls,
but with the elements in time and place

Let me be ...

Tears that makes you feel completely empty and useless plastic
Stop thinking, collaborating with false emotion

Let me be ...

When will you understand, you do not own my thoughts
I know I should be strong, but it is so painful

Let me be ...

Slowly draining my throat, I scream for water and air
While the morning sun lazily crawling along the purple river

Let me be here forever ...














13.03.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
(unrhymed couplets)
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Painting with Words

Painting with Words

If I were an artist instead of a poet
I’d paint what I knew as others would know it.

I’d be a Renoir and never a Klee
I’d paint what I saw as others would see.

If I were a painting instead of a poem
I’d use vivid colors on flowers or crone.

It’s the texture that matters , the curl of the line
Not the meter or syntax or even the rhyme.

I’d paint up a heaven, bright stars in the sky.
My colors would dazzle and make people cry.

I’d paint with abandon but nothing too styled.
I’d paint a dog barking, the cry of a child.

The blush of the morning, awash with the dew,
The eyes of a lover I’d capture for you.

But I’m just a poem, a small little rhyme
So I’ll paint with my words while you paint with your mind.