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Premium Member Cradled In the Arms of Midnight

Aloft, the gem was mounted in black velvet skies
A refulgent pearl, surrounded by glistening stars
Cradled in the arms of midnight, it hung as a prize,
as exquisite as a painting, credited as one of Renoir's

Framed by arching branches of a leafless oak,
a sultry mist bowed before the majestic moon
She was partly veiled by clouds serving as a cloak
Her beauty serenaded by the somber song of a loon

Its tune a haunting trill, a funeral chant of death,
for Luna was wounded, splattered in crimson blood
like that spilled by Duncan in Act 5 of Macbeth,
or a rose pricked by its thorns, a hemorrhaging bud

A sudden stillness enshrouded the atmosphere
Swift currents of reticence flowed in a cryptic river
Pensively I gazed, transfixed on the moon in fear
Impressions of her demise gave me cause to shiver

Such nebulous notions clouded my brooding mind,
for the moon was merely blushing while in eclipse
As dusk darkens shadows of night's morrow, I'll find
a golden orb on high, without sign of an apocalypse



July 22, 2022
2022 Marathon Mile 9 Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: credited, moon,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Am a 4

President Barack Obama
Credited for getting Osama
Now along comes Isis
"Lord help me, another crisis!"


path - 12/1
Categories: credited, conflict, leadership,
Form: Clerihew

Mother Teresa and I

Mother Teresa
She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people...

Always we remember the great news
'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.'
It was one of the best moment in our life...

She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta) .
She ate our Bengali foods.
She loved us so much...

One day, I was twelve years old
I met  her at Mother House along with my parents.
I looked at her heavenly eyes.
I touched her sacred feet and hands.
I heard her divine speeches.
I love her innocent smile.

I told her only the sentences, 
'You are the mother of the world, 
Mother of my parents.
So you are my grandmother.'

My father hesitated. My mother was silent.

Mother Teresa said to me with smile, 
'GOD BLESS YOU MY SON'

Today my eyes are full of tears
Mother, I miss you. 
I love you so much....


SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA



(Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. They run hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis; soup kitchens; dispensaries and mobile clinics; children's and family counselling programmes; orphanages; and schools. Members of the institute must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor".

Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honours including the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize. In 2003, she was beatified as "Blessed Teresa of Calcutta". A second miracle credited to her intercession is required before she can be recognised as a saint by the Catholic Church.)
Categories: credited, feelings, love, mother, tribute,
Form: Prose Poetry

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry


Black Inventors

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Black Inventors
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2013

Black 
Inventors
are 
the forgotten,

There's 
no mention
of them
in 
America's
history 
books -

And 
school
goes on
as usual,

America,
is
not
telling the
truth -

Like 
the lie
they
continue
to tell
about
Christopher
 Columbus -

Did he 
really
discover
America,

when 
Native 
Americans
were
already 
here?

What 
are you
afraid 
of
America?

It's time to
re-write 
the 
 history
books;

This time,
include
black 
history,
and
all 
that we
contributed,
to this 
country -

Teach
the  children
the truth -

America,
let them
 know
that:

Dr. Charles Drew
(a black man)
Invented blood
plasma, the first
blood bank -

Dr. Daniel Hale Williams
(a black man) 
credited
for performing
the first Open
Heart surgery
on July 9, 1893

Benjamin Bannecker,
(a black man) 
successfully 
created 
the first 
clock
built in 
America -

Lewis Latimer
(1848 - 1928)
a black man,
Invented an 
important
part
of the
light bulb
the
carbon 
filament -

And
when you
re-write
the history
book,
don't leave
out:

Elijah McCoy
(1843 - 1929)
a black man,
Invented
an oil dripping
cup
for trains -

George Washington 
Carver, 
(1860 - 1943)
a black man,
Developed
peanut butter,
and
400 
plant products -

Garrett Morgan
(1877 - 1963)
a black man,
Invented the
gas mask,
and
the first
traffic signal
light -

Madam CJ Walker
(1867 - 1919)
a black woman,
Invented
a hair growing
lotion -

America,
You say
that you're
one nation
under
God,
with
liberty
and 
justice
for all -

Re-write
the
history
book;

include
black
history -

Teach
the children
the
truth -

The whole
truth -
© Ken Jordan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: credited,
Form: Light Verse

Premium Member Blood Diamonds

A stone so beautiful
The gem of gems
This carbon icon
A girls best friend
 
In many a place mined
All legal and right
To be marketable
To be pretty in sight
 
On our Jewellery do we wonder
Where ours come from
Is this splendid stone
From a war torn wrong
 
Most are credited
From a reliable source
But when it comes to money
Many mined by force
 
The Kimberley Process was put in place
To audit diamonds, and to trace
As for the many souls, who lose their lives
What a price to pay, for Blood Diamonds
Categories: credited, black african american, business,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ode To My Alma Mater-F

I had hoped there would be a 50th class reunion for my class of 67.
Instead, I got word the other day that Aggie High is closing its doors.

For four years, I was taught by some of the finest teachers in America.
For four long years, I filled your library, classrooms, and walked your hallways.                                                     
I was challenged and succeeded in math and was greatly inspired by my Biology Classes. I was arrested and captured,  moved and mesmerized, by my charismatic History teacher.  I even listed on your honor roll and sang in your very respected and talented choir.

I moved away 50 years ago and unfortunately, I have visited you only two or three times since.  Just a few months ago, I was privileged to dialogue via telephone with my Art teacher's wife.  Perhaps he knew of your coming closure, but he wasn't home to inform me.

O Aggie, I am sadden by the news, but I have come to understand such matters. O Aggie, it's interesting that you have joined a long list of changes and closures in my life.  It's also interesting that things I once thought would be history, instead are now current events.  Furthermore, it's interesting that, like many of my past acquaintances, I always get little warning.

O Aggie, all things have beginnings and endings, but know this: you have been a launching pad and a gallant educator, rocketing many of us to the stars.  What you have instilled in us is forever credited to your account. You have fought a good fight, and your course is near the finish.           

My eyes are getting watery Now.  So I must cease and desist, lest my proud and tender memories of you get the best of me. 
04082017 PS Contest, Paschal Premier, Brian Strand
Categories: credited, education, emotions, memory, sad,
Form: Ode


The Psychopomp's Embrace

"The Psychopomp’s Embrace" 

No judgement 
from the fallen 

unseen angels 
credited 
with scores to 
safely harbour 
lost passing ships 
that crush souls 
in dark night
ferrying love 
the precious token
of graces sorely paid, 
the return, a prayer
for the wild at heart
kept in cages 
delivered 
by the 
sublime
in misty 
stages

rushing across
deep reflective pools 
like hushed mirrors
echo tears 
that drop
like pearls 
embroidered
on the satin lips 
warmth like 
watered ink
slowly seeping, 
the coolness
softly touched
by a burning kiss 
drinking recompense
in, forever in, 
across a blank unlit canvas
then, without warning,
upward motion the 
darkness kisses closed 
the windows
on those sleepwalking
suede convincing eyelids,
no time to speak 
no more talking 

crushed violets
and silver ultra
messages marked
by unseen fingers
walking along the 
cool satin plains
of a throat that 
no longer sings
nor breathes
but allows 
escape for 
revenant  
soul to live,
to spark

an aura turns 
inward 
to embrace
the dark 
Psychopomp’s Grace

and through the 
mirrors lost 
knights come 
riding through 
two and two 

the higher self,
shatters the mirror

leaves the web
leaves the loom


(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)


“Psychopomp” / The Tea Party
https://youtu.be/qX860oJo6Yc




“Distant singing is heard. 
Ghostly voices become audible: 
fragments of lectures remembered, 
the finely distilled wisdom and passion
of seers and poets 
with which the modern young mind 
is tempered for the world that blows it to pieces.”
Tennessee Williams, Stairs to the Roof







Psychopomp 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychopomp





"The Lady of Shalott"
Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1832
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45359/the-lady-of-shalott-1832




"A Prayer for the Wild at Heart"
Tennessee Williams 
https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/691414-stairs-to-the-roof




"Month Through"/ XavieRinato, 15 Dec 2010
Silver Grass Perfume 
https://youtu.be/ZJ65vWmHDRU
Categories: credited, muse,
Form: Free verse

The Vulture

Sparkling with precious stones,
 Credited for its aboriginal tone
 Carpeted with flat grassland and lion-like mountains
 Is the land where the vulture reigns.
 Celebrated for his greed,
 He deprieved all his relations of their needs.
 He dances to the rhythmic melody of bribery
 And lend the land to ultimate misery.
 With his delusion shrouded in cosmetic words
 He appoints humiliation and frustration to be his lords.
 Relatives fortunate to labour in Winter and Summer
 Strives to oblige helping hands to the beggar
 But to no avail.
 As vandalism fueled with violence prevails.
 This evident atmosphere of injustice,
 Nursed an intense spirit of malice
 Which when at its peak
 Permits commotion to speak.
 The pack up! Pack up! sound of the gun
 Hints that another catastrophe has begun.
 Villages were ravaged.
 In every town there is carnage.
"Oh, my people are being taken to the cross
 I will uproot my lords with a force," 
Flattered the psychopath
 As he plans another of his unbearable wrath.
 Yet he has "Pledge" his "Love and Loyalty"
 To bring to our land, "Peace, Freedom and Prosperity."
 I dont have to fight to eradicate this anguish plight,
 With the pen's might I will amplify his callous deeds in broad daylight
© Ivan Cole  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: credited, depression, loss, war,
Form: Rhyme

The Thing That Defines You

Which is the most powerfull thing that the universe has till date??
For answering my question you will be using the answer, I bet!!
I know you got the answer but you have to listen more so just wait!!
Let me recite my words of appreciation for it which I had to create..

Let us begin from the pre-historic civilization - the begining of human era
From discovering the fire, the invention of wheel to the torpedos and radar
Or let it be the concorde, the submarines, the satellites or a simple almirah
This ultimate piece of perfection has been in use for all possible bizzare.

This thing which i define as masterpiece has billions of terabytes as capacity
Yet it weighs a kg or two but less than the regular work bag you carry
It is the only tool you have till end which will help you jude your life with great density
So my friends try using it well to have your life's ledger taste like a sweet berry.

From training a child, taming an animal, to participating in buisness negotiations
And promoting your agenda in public speeches this thing always finds the top hand.
It is also about your way of dealing with your relatives which require exchange of emotions
In different conditions and its use certainly helps you in finding yourself in safe land.

Its immense capacity to digest various books on literature and science
And visualize them with apt use of maths and proportions in daily life
Proves its rigid capabilities which helps us in strengthening our conscience
And finally helps its own self to become sharper like a knife.

What is this thing for which Einstein was being credited to have 8%usage
And why is it that a normal human being uses it for only 2 percent.
Actually the more you use it in uniquely the more you unlock the mind stage
And more you unlock the stages of mind the more you get yourself to invent.

If you are using this thing creativily and judiciously you will find yourself in heaven
And using it the negative way will curse you with your life ending up in a hell.
So my dear friends use it well to enjoy the life in cloud eleven
And make this Earth a happy place to dwell........
© Arnov Sett  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: credited, how i feel, imagination,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Romulus & Remus

There is a city in Europe where Romans do dwell
The beginning of which must have been hell

Founded by twins once sentenced to die
And nursed by a she-wolf. They came to defy

The horrible uncle that tried to destroy
The peace that would come from the twin boys

Afraid they would one day steal his thrown
He sentenced their deaths, but they lived on unknown

Till one day they learned who they truly were
And marched an army to kill the cur

After his death the twins disagreed
They decided on a contest-The winner succeeds-

Romulus started a city of his own
But Remus was angered at being alone

He hopped right over his brother’s moat
And was slain on the spot, or so it was wrote

Romulus became King of the Lands
And built many things with his two hands

The Senate and Rome can be credited to him
Quite a lot from someone whose life was so grim
Categories: credited, historycity, day,
Form: Classicism

Premium Member Impression Sunrise Footle

sun rays
     soft glaze

               tawny
              shiny

       Monet's 
           art ways

            airtouch
            light -touch

               teal hue
             sea view

    shadow
    warm glow

          spells hope
            'gainst hope

     of morn
        reborn


26 April 2022

For Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest

Notes: Impression, Sunrise is a painting by Claude Monet first shown at what would become known as the "Exhibition of the Impressionists" in Paris in April, 1874. The painting is credited with inspiring the name of the Impressionist movement. Impression, Sunrise depicts the port of Le Havre, Monet's hometown.(Wikipedia)
© JCB Brul  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: credited, appreciation, art,
Form: Footle

Premium Member Our Heavenly Account

No good deed,

Ever credited would be 

To 

Our heavenly account,

Unless

The signature of pure intention

It bears!




© Demetrios Trifiatis
 20 FEBRUARY 2015
Categories: credited, inspirational, judgement,
Form: Epigram

Premium Member Eye On the Universal Consciousness

near-death experiences enhanced psychic powers

hypnotic readings, memories dissolving when he woke

“Sleeping Prophet’s” two eyes fluttered to a close

spirit eye probing universal consciousness

Edgar Cayce credited with medical breakthroughs

deemed the “Father of Holistic Healing”

out-of-body journeys to afterlife realms

history uncovered, tapping into Akashic Records

astonishing accounts of every life born

fourteen-thousand other world journeys

Atlantis, Lemuria, lost civilizations

third-eye concepts know no time/space parameters




Note:  Dedicated to Edgar Cayce (1877-1945)
*Entry for Rick’s “Spirit Eye” contest
Categories: credited, mystery, people
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Erin Go Bragh

Erin go Bragh

We celebrate Saint Patrick.
He brought Christianity.
The patron saint of Ireland.
Bake soda bread and wear green today.

3-17-22 

~Tenth Place Premiere Contest~
LIND30SU Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day Everyone! 


*Saint Patrick, who lived during the fifth century, is the patron saint of Ireland and its national apostle. Born in Roman Britain, he was kidnapped and brought to Ireland as a slave at the age of 16. He later escaped, but returned to Ireland and was credited with bringing Christianity to its people.

*Erin go Bragh sometimes Erin go Braugh, is the anglicisation of an Irish language phrase, Éirinn go Brách, and is used to express allegiance to Ireland. It is most often translated as "Ireland Forever."[

*The St. Patrick's Day tradition was popularized by Irish immigrants in the United States, who believed that wearing green made them invisible to leprechauns—the classic fairy creatures who pinch anyone they can see.
Categories: credited, celebration, green, holiday, march,
Form: Verse

Premium Member Heather Honey

Do you remember a song from not too long ago
by a popular singer of the name Tommy Roe?
This man had many hit songs credited to his name.
Some were certified gold records that brought him much fame.
From all music by this man of popularity,
one song became stuck with unfamiliarity
Not going too high on the charts, unfortunately;
this was a selection from his album called “Dizzy”.
Apparently not making him very much money,
the one I am referring to named “Heather Honey”.

At a fast food restaurant where I would often go,
there was a girl working there that I wanted to know.
Not too pretty, but I was interested in her.
She worked almost everyday at a cash register.
Never noticing me when I gave her my order.
this young lady considered me just a customer.

One day, another co-worker was sweeping the floor.
While I was seated at a table near the front door,
she said, “I know you’ve been watching that girl over there.
I will bet you like her by the way I am seeing you stare.
You are here almost every day in all kinds of weather.
If you’d like to know her name, I’ll tell you, it’s Heather.”

I was frustrated thinking to know her would be nice.
If maybe, there is a subtle way I could break the ice.
Then I remembered the song by Mr. Tommy Roe.
So to the nearby record store is where I would go.

Getting this bright idea while thinking to myself,
going to the forty-five RPMs on the shelf,
there was one copy of Tommy Roe’s song remaining.
I bought the record with three bucks I was retaining.

I returned to the fast food restaurant the next day:
“I have something to give Heather” is what I would say.
While I sat at a table, a manager then said:
“She’s busy now, so could I give it to her instead?”
So I gave the record and said: “say it’s from me”.
From the back, I heard conversation very faintly:
“That guy gave Heather a record called “Heather Honey”.
In the time I was there, she never came to see me.
Categories: credited, life, social, song, food,
Form: Rhyme
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