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Among the classic poets of fine rhyme -
are balladeers who weave with lines a tale,
the satirists and bards of the sublime,
and troubadours who sing a light rondel.
I close my eyes, imagining I'd dwell
among them all - a poetess in bliss.
Could heaven be as wonderful as this?
With modern poets too I would commune;
With friends I'd known on earth I'd reminisce . . .
and poetry would flow - celestial boon!
A Dizain with rhyme scheme: a. b. a. b. b. c. c. d. c. d
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
Sitting quietly beneath the old blue gum tree
Flowers surround me lined in neat rows on the lawn
White and blue, tall and short placed as if by gods’ decree
My eyes mist, oh god what she had undergone
Her face clouded in pain, body still as a frightened fawn
The room white, Spartan white sheets drape the bed
Her raven black hair no more, so much left unsaid
Eyes of fierce emerald green now dull and sedate
God let fall tears the day her mortal coil she did shed
Soon again in each others arms, standing at heaven’s gate
Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015
Heaven to me is purely this
After a long and stressful day
Deep bubble bath, oh such pure bliss
Just need to melt my cares away
In foaming oils I love to lay
Scent of lavender will arise
Ease my tension and tired sore eyes
Wrap in a warm fluffy towel
Simple pleasures will be my prize
Drift to sleep, not be a night owl
Contest Dizain Me – Dr Ram Mehta
How many syllables used - each line is 8 syllables
~awarded 3rd place~
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Once upon a time so brightly
I had this compulsion to dance
Just holding you oh so tightly;
In thoughts of romantic perchance
Realistic dreams of nuance.
Your silver beam of love the lure
Bathed in splendour ever so pure
In breath upon the breeze clement;
Held here within your light the cure
I thank the lord for this moment.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2012
Wearing clothes to bed simply makes no sense
I must float freely on my waterbed
But when I wake in the morning, I’m tense
Wrinkles from the sheets on my skin imbed
Rolling out of bed, I lower my head
All of my windows and blinds are open
Crawling, I fear neighbors might see butt skin
A snake, I slither in my birthday suit
Trying to avoid boob sighting again
And the tattoo that sits on my “patoot”
I made a mistake reaching for my robe
The rack fell down hard, landing on me
Here I lay thinking my world’s out of whack
I struggle but there’s no way to get free
My Life Alert bracelet rang out quickly
No success grabbing a sheet from the bed
The rescuers arrived in warp-speed time
To find a nude lady well past her prime
Face down, the tattoo was now in full view
Explaining what happened, I’d quite a time
*Entry for Cyndi’s “Birthday Suit” contest
April 24, 2012
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
Brocade lobes with silver traces
creating nature's alchemy
pale thread of life it embraces,
against chilled dusk's pure scenery.
Will wonder's eyes engage and see
the beauty of a fallen leaf
whose precious moment shines too swift?
Or, will it, fading, simply crush
this brittle lace from autumn’s gift
beneath the pile of burial rush.
Contest of Giorgio V: Impress Me ll
by nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013
Oh, she is quite frail now and very old,
When she walks you can tell she is in pain;
Loves a nap in the sun and hates the cold,
Beautiful, I whisper- my tears like rain.
Oh, please time stop clicking, I scream in vain,
All she gives is unconditional love,
Its hard to think of her dwelling above;
She is an old cat and is my best friend,
Oh, her death- sorrow hard to let go of.
I held her to my heart until the end . . . .
May 15, 2016
Copyright Protected, ID 16-790-683-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Sad Poem-Dizain
sponsor, Laura Loo
Copyright © Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
Into the woods, soft leaves fondle the nape
Along a walk bathed in frost of moon pail
I bare myself before night goddess’ cape
And lay upon the edge where grasses sail ~ ~
While sacred rite bestows a holy grail.
Now, free is my body, my life compass
Where stars connect with skin on raw canvas
Tracing birthmarks from navel ripe as womb
In pure silence, light meets joy unsurpassed
One with birth’s flesh, Soul washes covered plume
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012
Admire her casting, lines of silky floss;
survey as artist drafts her masterpiece.
Enclosing space invisibly across,
then single-handedly, she will increase
the center parts to form unseen valise.
A purse of unsuspected, vicious taint -
its straps in hand, she naps - a wily feint.
Artistic beauty flows, but will soon ebb,
when tender insects clutter her restraint.
Artiste awakes to wealth within her web.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2010
TWO FACED HEAVEN
I walk slow in a globe of puffy clouds
Dancing midair, a concerto, harp plucks
From right to left are angels in white shrouds
their velvet pulling psalms, my heart they struck
Amazed! I stopped. Behold. Entwine and stuck!
Has my one weary soul found its best home?
Roads I pass below, wobble and some foam,
all sprays a peacock of sadness and cheers.
I thank our God for all my harvest homes
as they remind me too: heaven is here! :)
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name Dizain Me
07:55 pm, January 28, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
Delight and laughter are your stock and trade,
With rhyme you carry our worries away,
You’re much more fun than a penny arcade.
Words sparkle like an egg by Faberge,
Dancing across poems like a cabaret.
A footle on poop, you’re back in the loop,
With words tastier than alphabet soup.
The limericks you write are out of sight,
Leaving us soupers no time to regroup,
Before the next poem gives pure delight.
Written 07/07/2015 for my dear friend Jan.
"When you smile all Soupers smile with you"
Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015
The physician offered no hope,
But why did you push me away?
You only said you couldn’t cope
To watch me decline, fade away.
As I approach my final day,
I long for a place in your heart.
I wish some support you’d impart.
This path is not one I had planned
And it’s not my choice to depart.
Please offer me a loving hand.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
Today I will enjoy the sun
drink every drop of golden light
sing the nursery rhymes for fun
and spread my wings again for flight
I'll soar above to gain new height
rainbows will kiss on the forehead
as twilight paints my wings bright red
a flight above the deep blue sea.
But all the above joys will fade
if you do not smile and join me.
Placement:3rd (Feb 2012)
Contest:Change the Meters
Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2011
I’ve covered the mirrors in our house
With colored sheets, while choking on grief
Black, blue, and green, to my bewildered spouse
Who has wondered what has become of me
And why suddenly I’ve begun mourning
He thinks that I’m a reflection of him
So he doesn’t notice the wounds within
The marring of my spirit’s complexion
Permanent, from his reoccurring sins
That have shaped me into his perfection
My face is clear so you would never guess
That person staring back isn’t me
Mirrors can’t show underlying distress
Only the lie he wants others to see
Not the despair slowly growing, steeping
Don’t look bewildered at my draping sheets
If you look, the nude is there, underneath
Reflecting the lie that it has become
Prolonged exposure to fisting complete
Now mourning the death of someone it loved
For "Your Birthday Suit" Contest
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2012
Unhooking my bikini, I fall in
to Utah Lake; it’s thirteen years ago!
I’m naked, and the sun - incarnadine -
like me, has also slipped itself down low,
(though into dusk), while, I -in water -glow!
My arms are freckle-speckled, lightly tanned.
Beneath my skin I’m feeling golden, and
my breasts are buoys, round and pearly white.
My legs kick strongly; they are lean and grand;
I’m sturdy - yes - but now I’m sweetly light!
For Cyndi MacMillan's YOUR BIRTHDAY SUIT Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
His lips inviting
The moment so exciting
He caught me and pressed his face to mine
A moment of savage intertwined
I will never forget he soft supple touch
I remembering wanting it so much
The flood of fever in a seconds kiss
The smiles the childish laugh the endless wish
And I won’t forget the pure bliss
All from the minds fabulous reminisce
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2013
Felt faint, yearning, in front of the man's home,
I had not found a piece of bread this week,
All shunned poor me as I had Down’s syndrome,
I searched high and low, I trully felt weak.
From open windows I smelt the food's reek,
A man came out, throwing his food away,
A cat came in to eat from a fish tray,
I tried to enter and to help myself,
The man saw, shooed me away as a stray
"That is all we need here, an ugly elf!"
14 May 2016
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016
Time to rest,
laying sound and ponder,
my mind will race and wander,
blinkers on, blinkers off,
time to turn my emotions off.
Mind, body and soul,
to each district my mind roll,
soul to soul as I go,
uplifting and peace,
but that districts a no no.
Oblivious to the carnage,
my good name may now be tarnished,
time for mind, body and soul to resolve,
the many reasons,
that make me want to evolve.
Copyright © Amanda Sullivan | Year Posted 2012
If life is death, do live Elizabeth,
And read my words although I'm far away
Your soul is light beside my dying breath,
With metaphors I'll die to live today
I love you more than sun-light loves the day
Elizabeth, thou art a Queen of mine,
And Angels touch you with poetic rhyme,
With words you whirl a wind I never knew
You write with beauty and you are divine
So wear this ring and kiss my rhyme to you
(written for my dearest friend elizbeth wesley.
everyone has a fan and friend on the soup, and
elizabeth is my heart! thankyou my love for all
of your dedicated compliments)!
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2011
Middle-aged woman puffs a cigarette
right outside the grocery store entrance.
Her dark eyes fall from mine while beads of sweat
trench above furrowed brow. “Spare a few cents?”
she asks under her breath. My muscles tense.
Annoyed, I shake my head; no words are spoken.
I toss a coin in her pail. Still smoking,
She gestures with a nod. The hazy air
hangs, weighted with her stench. As stone eyes glare,
my son begins to cough nearly choking.
Hard days have come to my family; life
has knocked us down. Humiliated, I
beg to survive, you see; even through strife,
we had love but no home. So forgive my
intrusion today as you hurry by.
It’s a nasty habit. You don’t approve.
My kids are gone; last week, the state removed
them. Now, this smoke seems like my only friend.
God took my spouse last year. I can’t pretend
life’s good. Forgive me. I, too, disapprove.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 27, 2012
for You Don't Understand Contest (Cyndi MacMillan)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
A gray and dreary sky was drawn this morn
though love was in my heart of hearts aglow,
as I called out to you, a rift was torn,
and through the rift, so silent, fell the snow.
Ah, you have passed my heart, my love; I know,
a barefoot specter follows through the white.
Once warmed by passion’s kiss and love’s delight
now, only memories fill my beating heart,
and I can but shiver in the dead of night
awaiting the ****’s crow, I will depart.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
My Dad, a pretty ordinary man,
Suddenly taken by a heart attack.
People are offering all that they can,
Cakes and hot casseroles we do not lack,
Hard to believe the whole town has our back.
Their kindness seems to be never ending
The new normal of mine just keeps bending,
Focus seems to be on us completely,
Thoughtfulness and support, all are sending,
Comments of sympathy made so sweetly.
Sorry for your loss, just how old was he,
Using this information did matter.
I reply he was almost eighty-three,
The mood changes, I hear idle chatter.
Suddenly I feel a great deal sadder,
Death is simply another part of life,
You should be grateful and not feel such strife.
He was old, did not suffer, I was told,
My heart bleeds after the cut by this knife.
Judging approval of death by age --- cold.
Written July 27, 2012
For Cyndi MacMillan’s contest
“Do You Understand”
Won 3rd place
Copyright © Lee Ramage | Year Posted 2012
BB guns and boyhood, hunter soon to be,
fair forest to green field in search of prey,
small birds and chipmunks soon knew well to flee.
The guns got bigger as years grew by day,
so did the wild game I stalked in my play.
I left my teens and my home in the draft,
sent to the Army to learn a new craft.
In war torn lands the hunt held sharp rigor,
life found new value, needless death seen daft.
Now if I hunt; I can’t pull the trigger.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2016
The flowers stand firm within the cool wind
The stems don’t break in two by the quick breeze
They’re lovely looking, a fragrance they send
The sun shines down on the flowers with ease
Their beauty glows high, kind-of brings a tease
These browns and yellows are sure delightful
The rains make the flowers grow quite prideful
They are Marigolds, a real lovely sight
The life of these flowers are meaningful
Someday they’ll surely stay in the sunlight
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
My strength weakens, I stroll the cold shore
To find a peaceful place to lay my head
A restful sleep to awake to no more
Upon shadows floating over my bed
Beckoning me to follow with tears shed
Sweet-scented roses and poses content
A brief thought, is this my sister, descent
With lament and turning it into hope
So long I’ve grieved to just spend a moment
With an Angel I so adore to cope
Dizain Poem II - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
One new dizain poem on any theme you wish
Ten lines of 10 syllables each line rhyme scheme:
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016