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Love Poem 29

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while maintaining the love I have already found.

I fall in love with scars, wrinkles,
clichés, and repetition; I fall in love 
with items that people throw to the wind,
kick around, and step upon.

I fall in love with my enemies,
one of life's hardest lessons to learn;
I find haters to be marvelous motivators.

The old man who sits in a rain-gorged gutter,
his fist raised to the sky in fury
as he talks to an invisible audience
about how Apollo stole his dearly, beloved wife—

I fall in love with him too.

I fall in love with things that some people deem 
as ugly, dirty, morose, and immoral.
The more I fall in love,
the more I love each moment,
including the pain, torture, and misery 
that may unfold along the way.

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while reinforcing the love I have already found.

If I write down treasonously teetering words,
the reader could assume such words 
to be rooted in rage, or a cynical outlook,  
when the words are actually birthed from love—
I love every word in existence.

I fall in love with the woman 
who is too shy to have a sincere conversation with anyone,
because she believes herself to be grotesque,
when in fact, she is exquisitely gorgeous.

I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies,
a shattered seashell, the sweet stench of seaweed 
rotting on the shore, and the way her hair smells 
baking in the sun.
I fall in love with black and white photographs,
mesmerized by the essence that the dead have left behind.
I fall in love with marbles, the feathers of mourning doves,
and with the stray cat, who, after she watched the moving truck 
drive away, slunk around the alley in search of scraps—
over the years, she has proven to be a respectful 
and loyal companion (so easy to fall in love with, again and again,
while maintaining the love I already have).
I fall in love with saints, villains, rusted watering cans,
the way sunlight bends into prisms
when it shines through the cracked, antique windowpane
that I simply don't want to replace.


And as for the people who believe that it's impossible 
for someone such as myself
to fall in love with something new, every, single day,

well, I love them too.



2016 Pulse Remix, July 18th, 2016
(original version was written on April 6th, 2012)


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012


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A Place

I have seen fair lady April
Dance with daffodils;
I have seen the misty dawn
Light moors and windy hills.
Painted in dark shadows
Of a sunlit afternoon
I have smelled the heady scent
Where blue hyacinths commune.

I have heard the curlew's call
As she sailed the wild dark sea;
And seen the sailor guide his ship
In the dream that used to be.
I have known precious moments
In the echoes of a song;
But I never knew the comfort of
A place where I belong.


Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2012


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STUNNING SPRING

Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green Where birds are nesting in branches up high Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen Until they can spread their new wings and fly Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers Yellow pollen doesn't make the bees sneeze! They will pollinate blooms for many hours Young lambs gamboling around in the fields Birds fly high in the sky of azure blue I love the spring season where nature yields Our earth’s a stunning place for me and you Spring brings rejuvenation to our land The vibrant countryside looks very grand 14 lines 10 syllables per line Checked with how many syllables* Doesn't counted as 2 syllables Best sonnet contest Sponsored by Laura loo 08~19~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


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WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND

WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies, peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog attached to curve hands of green Cathedrals. A carpet of bluebells and daffodils covers the earth below. Creeping slow are mosses and vines hugging the trees. Polka dots of blood rich roses stand out. Festoons of lavanders, garlands of lilacs marched a primrose path for the queen while the fruits from cherries' hush blush; to peaches supple flair winks on mellow pear. Afloat midair are high and low golden notes trembling free upon river runs and bushes land. Snaps and bounds from strums of bumblebees; signal the nightingales to sing their anthem loud; Their thumps of dulcet-sounds shake the hours. Scents pure as Spring May cocoons the fair while all around swirls the dragonflies-- the star dancers of the sun-kissed day. Rushing wind whistles a lullaby to cast a spell of never-never-land, for there live... thumb-size flying creatures of their kind. Regal in blinding white are the fays and fairies. __________________________________________________ NEW TITLE: MY TRIP TO FAIRYLAND Rainbow-sprinkled clouds marching above the skies, Sun's golden rays peek in-between curved hands of lush green Cathedrals crashing the net of fog sleeping on the ground. A carpet of bluebells plus flashing violets exhale scents on the air. Sly-like mosses and vines hug the trunk of trees. Polka dots of blood rich roses pose, standing grand. Festoons of lavanders, garland of lilacs, swelling banana blossoms, cherries hush-rush blushes with peaches winking flair on frowning pears all prod to honor the queen. High and low golden notes tremble free upon river runs to proud bushes land. From strums of bumblebees are leaps and pounds, luring nightingales'anthem on a merry-dancing groove. Thumps of dulcet-sounds shake the passing hours, Rainbow hues cocoons the fair while all around dragonflies twirl and dive- they, the star-dancers of that sun kissed day. Impressed wind whistles the lullaby spelling never-never-land, for there... there live.. thumb-size flying creatures regal in blinding white-- are the fays and fairies. ______________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY ---April 07, 2015 ©O.E> Guillermo 9:52 pm, April 05, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015


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A glimpse in the garden

      My garden lies between the trees
 Where lilies dance in gentle breeze
      And lilacs whisper pretty please
 To  a butterfly's caressing tease

         Nearby glows the  buttercups
   Where  honeybees come to sup
        While  hummingbirds on branches squint
  To catch a glimpse of hyacinths
      And daffodils in yellow coats
 Sway to songbirds dulcet notes

 Queen Anne's lace is also grown
 With Forget-me-nots and anemones
     But the rose in beauty stands alone
 And smiles demurely from her throne
                             ----
         © 5/2/14
   


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014


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An Abecedarian for Spring Flowers

Apple blossoms in abundance; sweet aroma in the air.
Begonias burst with brilliance. Blue bells pop up everywhere.
Cherry blossoms cheer with pink; corn flowers cluster blue.
Dandelions dance with wind; Dutch Spring flowers (Daffodils) dance too.
Easter Lily, always early, blooms exquisite white.
Forget-me-nots, fresh-picked by tots, are a Mom’s delight.
Geraniums, garden-fresh, are growing graciously.
Hollyhocks I plucked when young my heart is blessed to see.
Irises with leaves like swords paint rainbows on the lawn.
Johnny-jump-ups have their purple yellow clothing on!
Kangaroo paws, so exotic - come to us sun-kissed.
Lilac bushes, lush with lovely flowers can’t be missed!
Marigold, like its friend the Sun, is glowing too.
Narcissus, so many types of it, now bloom anew.
Orchids of the warmer climes, one-of-a-kind are they!
Peonies, so pretty, and perky poppies are at play.
Queen-of-lace with gracious face, how elegant is she!
Ranunculus, a Buttercup, greets us radiantly.
Sweet pea, looking precious, up the trellis climbs
Tansies, yellow buttons, also love the temperate times.
Uva-Ursi, on long stems, in late spring's breeze will sway.
Violet’s vibrant color gives its name away!
Wax flowers help fill up bouquets on spring wedding days.
Xeranthemum, a sunflower, flaunts her sunny ways.
Yellow wood anemone starts flowering in May.
Zinnia comes later. For Zinnia and others, the sun just has to stay!


Written April 20, 2016 For the Contest of Shadow Hamilton. All flowers checked for growth in springtime. a Few exceptions with permission by Shadow. 


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016


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ELEMENTS WIND

Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree Its naked branches shiver silently all around me Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face I’m out on the moors; it’s such a desolate place I yearn for spring where dainty daffodils dance on zephyr breeze, it’s such a sweet romance Sultry summer skies bring warm winds to enthrall Beautiful blossoms pirouette perfectly as they fall Autumn brings blustery gales swirling all around Rich russet leaves tumble, carpeting the ground Terrifying tornadoes wreak havoc across some lands In wake of its destruction not a building still stands Cooling summer breezes or a blustery gale is blowing We can’t see wind but its effect in the trees is showing 2nd place in Elements Part 2 Wind. Sponsored by Brian Davey judged 3/29/16 Submitted to second place contest sponsored by Laura Loo 03~19~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016


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Comes a Wind

Thirsting, thirsting. . . shriveled earth suffocates in summer’s dearth, yearns for rain clouds’ forthwith bursting: Shriveled earth. . . thirsting, thirsting. Browning, browning in their beds, flowers parched hang low their heads. Daffodils once bright are frowning in their beds, browning, browning. Dying, dying – every field, withering, to fate must yield. All the world is sadly crying, every field – dying, dying. . Whirling, whirling, comes a wind arid and undisciplined. Stagnant heat, pent-up – unfurling, comes a wind, whirling, whirling. Whipping, whipping through each plain (while ignored are prayers for rain), final blows come swiftly ripping through each plain, whipping, whipping. Burning, burning. . . August’s lust leaves us nothing but the dust, and soon to dust we’ll be returning: August’s lust – burning. . . . burning. (Swap Quatrain form, not listed at Soup)


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011


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The Wealth of Spring

Assorted spring flowers, naked, rise in morning sun
Breaking through a thin blanket of snow, earth spun.
Cascades of dainty Narcissus smile with golden faces
Drinking up the sun as morning warmth embraces.
Enjoy the heavenly floral scent that gardens bring.
Fledglings high in tree nests sense that it is spring. 
Growing fast they will soon gain courage to take flight,
Hovering low over canopies, it is their birthright!
Irises spring forth in hopes to match the sky
Just as daffodils claim the colors of sun’s eye.
Keep the cherry blossom's imprint in your mind
Leaving memories of pink poetic petals that you find.
Moments spent in this season’s refreshing rain 
Nurture and inspire a poet’s muse again.
Only spring can coax the lovely lilac’s bloom
Perfuming breezes, singing springtime’s tune.
Quaint bird houses dot the country lanes 
Rewarding visions viewed through window panes.
Spring reclaims our joyful mood as winter ends,
Treating us to vivid colors this season sends.
Uncloaking animals in snowy hibernation,
Verdant becomes the blessings of vegetation.
Wealth is seen in all the colors of sweet spring
Xylogenous creatures in forests are welcoming.
Yellowthroat warblers singing in trees greet melting snow.
Zephyr’s enchant, as they scatter blossoms down below.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Contest A Poem You Are proud of
Sponsor SKAT
April 13, 2016

February 21, 2015
Abecedarian - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015


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SPRING

Stunning spring is my favourite season She swirls her skirts and drapes the garden in her finest clothes Dressing the naked winter trees and bushes with bright brilliant foliage Spring showers us with confetti of pink cherry blossom petals in the warm breeze Gently opening the eyes of the snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils They crane their necks from the melting snow and smile sweetly Creating colour and scent in our glorious gardens Written by Jan Allison 01-02-15


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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The Glory of Green

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

The Glory of Green

Green hues denote the healing of our earth,
That special season of springtime’s rebirth.

Green grasses growing o’er the hillside's face,
Embracing greening trees in leafy lace.

While amber fields engage in heaven’s kiss
As raindrops splash into emerald bliss,

I watch amazed as tender shoots abound
With daffodils and tulips breaking ground.

A floral scent begins to fill March air.
St. Patty’s I’ll wear flowers in my hair.

So many varied hues that can be seen,
This Irish lass loves every shade of green!

© Connie Marcum Wong

Contest: Go Green
Sponsor Poet Destroyer
3-16-2016




Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015


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Long Distance Dreamer

Call me evil
Call me names
Call me 

Kiss me on the lips
Kiss my heart
Kiss me

Wrap me in your arms
Hold me within your breasts
Whisper your longings

Touch me with your voice
Touch me with your caress
Touch me

Fondle the thought of forever
Fondle the thought of longing
Fondle me

Dance for the happiness inside of you
Dance to wash away your tears
Dance into my arms

Walk the path of wisdom
Run towards my heart
Kiss contentment

The sword of lust is shining
A dozen daffodils to undress your heart
Flower me with kisses

Call me


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014


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A Sweet Song

 In skies of blue or stormy seas
I am awed by nature's beauty
 In fragrant rose where beauty grows
 I praise the Lord who made all these 
 Daffodils that sway in the breeze
 While willows  grow where rivers flow
  In skies of blue or stormy seas
 I am awed by nature's beauty

 When I hear the nightingale sing
 So much joy  to my heart it brings
 In fragrant rose where beauty grows
 While willows  grow where rivers flow
 In skies of blue or stormy seas
 I am awed by nature's beauty



Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2014


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I Am Broken

Legs that can’t fly
Heart that can’t love
Lips dry
Kisses under go a rye

I am blind
Only seeing within the past lens
Only holding on to memories
That wont last
Your sweet smile fades away
As I whispered in my deepest of dreams

Now I live inside insane mad thoughts
You have moved on
I am not longer in your way
My love lingered
No more can I sway

Your beauty
My dreams
I have lost directions
Flowers never come in May

Waves’ roll to shore
Angels play in the tempest sea
They know not love was not for me
Blankets keep the royal lovers warm

I left to winters charm
Coldness is my home
Chilled thoughts haunt my very bones
Broken and all alone

Forlorn
Battles yet fought
Over me grave
Besot, tears still drop
Underneath

Poetic flowers bloom


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017


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Hope and Mushrooms

This world needs more hope
Mushrooms that fly 
And swings with no rope
Under bright stars and night sky

Mushrooms sprout in the black forest of lore
Under which live dancing elves 
Who give hope by the score
Magical is laughter that fills young hearts

Hope and mushrooms
Now that's what we need
Hope gives happiness
And mushrooms our dreams


Note:
Inspired by Seren Roberts and her tablet! :)



Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018


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Eternity in Sunrise

  Spring awakens to remnant snow
  As winter meets his quietus, he has to go
  Soon daffodils will lithely sway
 And spring's rhapsody will rule the day

 Cherry blossoms put on a show
 Telling their story in a beautiful way
 Butterflies will come out to play
 As spring offers her sweet bouquet

 Under fathomless blue skies
 Spring transforms the landscape
 I see eternity in dawn's sunrise
 As the season of blooms takes shape
                     -
 3-17-18
 Contest - Five Words Please
 Sponsor- Broken Wings
 
 


Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2018


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I Sail This Ship Alone

As the last opalescent glow of sunset fades away I sail this ship alone towards a crimson horizon over a starlit sea to the soft lapping of waves which lullaby my destiny I sail this ship alone far from the coral sand far from the pebbled beach far from my sun-kissed land Tonight there is no moon but there's a sparkle in the sky a starry night so still filled with beacons of bright light Tomorrow births a new dawn a song within a dream meadows of yellow buttercups and fields of evergreen Tomorrow I'll be greeted by a pink-winged butterfly a host of daffodils, and golden dandelions a rose within a smile Tomorrow I stroll along a new shore feel fresh salt spray on my cheek dance bare-foot in the wind as Spring whispers on the breeze.


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014


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Do You Remember

Do you remember the creek you and I meandered with. . . those many years ago? Its half-forgotten end has now run dry and vanished like the ferns that used to grow along the border of the glade we two had happily discovered, claimed as ours, and even then, I guess we somehow knew that time was fleet; we picked sweet wild flowers, made friendship garlands. Sunny daffodils were blooms you liked the best. I liked the blue. And then we raced each other up small hills, lay laughing in green grass, friends ever true! I don't run now! I spread a blanket and weave yellow rings, remembering my friend. 1/11/2013


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013


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Haiku- my abiding memory


      january cold
pure white snowflakes are falling-
            write winter poems

      february ice
hangs from the bare tree branches-
            walks in still nature

      march is a lion
harsh cold winds and ice warnings-
             planning my garden

      april and melting
rivers of snow on the street-
            dreaming of sweet spring

      may is a whisper
gentle breezes caress hair-
            I buy daffodils

      june and loud thunder
nature is washing my world-
             touch buds in garden

      july and the sun
my world is full of color-
            write flower verses

      august is lazy
oh the flowers are fading-
            I pen of decay

      september and rain
that is dripping from green leaves-
            walks in the deep woods

      october falling
descending orange beauty-
            poems of autumn

      november chills come
cold crisp winds and blowing storms-
            thinking of summer

      december stillness
waiting for snow to show up-
            I write christmas words

________________________
December 22, 2015


Poetry/Haiku/my abiding memory
Copyright Protected, ID-15-7376-59-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.


For the contest, My abiding memory,
sponsor, Viv Wigley

Second Place


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015


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SPRINGTIME

Springtime paints such a delightful scene Cute lambs gambol in the fields so green Warm winds whisper through the leafy trees Blossoms float down on a swirling breeze Daffodils daintily dance and shake their heads Bringing bright yellow sunshine to our flowerbeds 3rd February 2015


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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SPRING HAS SPRUNG

All around our hedgerows and gardens
Buds are forming bringing brilliant
Colour into our lives where previously
Dreary winter darkness lurked.
Everywhere new life is forming
Fields are bouncing with spring lambs
Gamboling about with their friends.
Hyacinths sensational scent fills the air
I simply love this time of year
Just bursting with new life
Knowing that spring is finally here
Lightens my spirits and
Makes me smile
Nesting birds collect food for fledglings
Only pausing for tiny breaks. They are
Perfect parents who work tirelessly
Quietly and lovingly
Raising their beautiful brood who are
Soon to leave the nest
Trees become dressed in gorgeous green
Until they are fully clothed
Verdant vegetation covers the land
With new crops growing
Xanthic coloured daffodils
Yearn for spring sunshine and merrily they
Zigzag in the warm winds

02~14~15
Contest Abecedarian - Shadow Hamilton
~awarded 3rd place~


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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A Willow Tree

Someday I'd like to wander free
like butterfly, like bumblebee,
perhaps to plant a willow tree
beside the silent solemn sea…

before these things exist no more,
from mountain top to shifting shore,
when eagles, bald, soon cease to soar
and build their aeries nevermore,

and fish forsake polluted streams
(where sulfur swims and typhoid teems),
to die beyond the river's screams,
while ice caps melt and iron steams,

and all the air surrounding reeks
while children cough and no one speaks
(big brother's silenced all critiques!)
of fracking wells with oily leaks,

and rancid rains acidify
so woods no longer multiply
(for god so wills, we can't deny…
which is, of course, our alibi),

and as the deepest ocean fills
with plastic bags, and garbage spills
upon the plains, across the hills
and turns to poison dust that kills
lone dingo dogs and daffodils
immersed in swamps' forsaken swills,

the mocking bird makes light and trills
(midst dying breaths of whippoorwills)
"Behold the seething scene that chills
and greet the dread that death instills!
You've had your day with all the frills
that brought the flood and final ills
that can't be cured with bitter pills 
or yet undone with further thrills
of profit gained that grinds and fills
the desert sands with dollar bills."

The final questions seem to be:
'Is doom our fate, our destiny?'
and 'Should we plant a willow tree
to, one day, weep for you and me?'


Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2015


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30th JANUARY 2016

fearless daffodils
awake to a brand new day
thrush hastens with nest

© Harry J Horsman 2016


Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2016


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A Wild Awakening

Springtime rain brings fresh array 
of flowers east to west.
The Rockies’ red and purple tufts
of mountain pride are best. 
And mats of foliage named moss pink face south to get the sun
while buttercups put forth large blooms
so not to be outdone.

Then comes the rain to bleak terrain 
where gloriously unfolds
alongside barren roads - in patches -
desert marigolds.
Mojave yucca, blue lupines, 
and sego lily whites
with Indian prairie fire flowers 
paint the deserts bright.

And common flowers of the fields 
in every place abound.
Sweet Joe-Pye weed; Black-eyed Susan 
push up from the ground.
The California poppy makes 
a  patchwork orange and blue
while dandelions most unloved
will countless seedlings spew.

In southern marshes blossom too 
the water hyacinths,
making of the waterways 
pesky labyrinths.
In northern streams grow pussy willows
naked with no petals,
and somewhere on a touch-me-not 
a bumblebee now settles.

Blossoming in woodlands now 
are flowers in the shade,
but most prefer the sunlight of  
an open forest glade.
The wild columbine dressed blue 
and handsome in the breeze,
fragrant like the violet, 
gives nectar to the bees

All across the country 
there awaken everywhere,
each in their appointed region, 
wild flowers fair.
Daisies, clover, daffodils 
and lovely Queen Anne’s lace.
They briefly stay, but we can see 
more fully nature’s grace!

(now for PD's Contest on Best Flower Poem)
For Constance La France's mini-contest: Wild Flowers


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010


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A Poet's Spring


Winter’s snowy mantel is quietly disappearing
Slowly he abdicates  his reign until next year
This year’s queen is putting on her freshest dress
Every day its tender colors blushingly appear …

The heart of every hungry poet gladdens now
The joy of renewal must now be put to pen
What was a dream becoming reality once again
And words flow from that hidden place within….. 

Frantically we write of fields of yellow daffodils
The lamb’s bleat, the new bud upon the branch
Emotions twist and turn about in springtime breezes
And happily we explore the flavors of this year’s romance…


3/16/16


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2016