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Never Shame a Woman

Never ever shame a woman for the fire in her soul still your fear that you're unable to give that which makes her whole Never ever shame a woman for the fierceness of her love when she wants to subjugate you she's an eagle, not your dove Never ever shame a woman for her raging burning need to take in that which inflames her bond and let her soul be freed Never ever shame a woman for insatiable desire use your all to give and please her be a man and stoke her fire Never ever shame a woman for her sensual appetite primal cravings that possess her give her reign at day or night Never ever shame a woman when she moans in ecstasy do not force her into silence let her voice her fantasy Never ever shame a woman for her wanton sultry way thank the heavens that she's able to bring passion into play Never ever shame a woman for the pleasure that she craves be a man and strive to sate her for this act her honor saves Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017

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Your Judas Like Tan

""Child's Play""

You go down like rain,
A wishing star in disguise, 
You scream bloody murder 
-the perfect two face disgrace
Your lips forever stain and reside with Benedict A 
Your eyes hide the truth, like a lost domain in space 

Darling, that will never cut what bleeds from a mother's heart
My precious doll, your feathers are mourning like a flightless dove
Is this to be love, standing there while I fall apart
Our younger years, display nothing but love,
Like the wonder years, you will remain more precious than a gem 
From one betrayal to another, a heart colder than winters zone
That never counts as failure, when it comes to unconditional love
Darling, the pain and secrets were never yours to absorb alone 

"My sweet darling, Let me hold you once more!"

My beautiful girl, the nights grow random like sin 
Your mind's fast at switching grapes on a vine 
Fault, from a mother to son, too much exposure from the sun
Insanity and sin remain, from a mother to her daughter 
Soaking in salt that protects me from a loaded gun
A shameful way to sunbathe your skin like a shooting star
My beautiful daughter, you put my heart behind bars

My dearest cry baby, you're all grown up these days
Sweetheart, I don't see you going home
These towels will not dry
The feeling of fresh flowers from the center core
Your man-made drama spreads through every walkway
Allowing darkness to reach the floor

-- Once again the sun, has revealed your Judas like tan
Your tears have flowed, one too many times
Here we are, covering every bruise
Raising every brow in hope everything's gone
Darling, no one will love you like I do
I whisper your name and wish life had nothing to misplace

Sweet darling, your eyes are rolling dice
A low roll of dominoes misleading everyone the wrong way
This time I can't cover your mistake with a blanket, 
My little darling, you have gone too far
Your paper dolls aren't cutting smiles from this frown
I've always known your the Iscariot, 
Selling your soul for a mere quarter

These tears were never yours to sell for at the end
Our sins will have more weight than a thousand pounds of amber
My beautiful darling, I forgive you every day, 
I want you to know, I'm Sorry about the things I had to enunciate
I don't understand how easily you trampled our bed of roses
Carrying over the moon in your treason white gown

Darling, Mommy wants you to understand
The voice of reason was for your own good
The knife in my back is rusted
The father clock continues to stand still
Sweet child, the allusion you left behind faded long ago
Contradicting your life with your infamous pretty face logo

My dearest cry baby!
Why the tan lotion, where's your sense of guilt?
Is this another game of child's play?
Darling, it's time to put them toys away

"My Sweet Darling, I need to hold you once more."

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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As Flowers Crumble Collaboration with Silent One

Lullabies through tear filled eyes
It's truly, love at first sight
The bond is forged and galvanized
To hold forever tight

Each time you needed a hand
She always had one free
From then on, when in demand
As soft as she needed to be

No sacrifice was too great
A patient answer to every, "why?"
That look when you came home late
When you didn't come home, she'd cry

As flowers begin to crumble
your eyes look tired and hands so frail
Breaks my heart to see you stumble
as tears fall with your skin so pale

No one can ever take your place
nor replace your angelic love 
Your life is full of prestige grace
precious beauty like a white dove

Mum's sweet words flow like a fountain
such wisdom will always live on
Her love conquers the highest mountain
fills me with pride to be her son

    July 4 2017 
 Collaboration By Daniel Turner and Silent One

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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In a world where hearts ignore compassionate cries. Acts of kindness become rare, so empathy dies. As human nature loses the skill to listen, his mission is to help every smile to glisten. He needs no theme song to introduce his name, nor has a desire to reach Hollywood fame. No x-ray vision nor bionic power, he can't read minds nor move the Eiffel tower. His tongue is an olive branch forming peaceful words, most beautiful soul whose heart can conquer swords. When sorrow calls and heartache leaves the mind in knots, his sincere voice will calm those tormented thoughts. The tenderness of his fingertips will soothe dark scars, as the heart heals, it will illuminate like stars. He sees no difference between a dove or pigeon, his humble heart spreads love like a religion. He is not the sandman, but he can help bring dreams, he has no halo, but his love flows like streams. His life is like a cherry blossom bud full of grace, a butterfly who doesn't belong in this place. In his quest he sacrifices his own pain, aware his emotions are like sandcastles in rain. He knows death awaits, but his empathy bleeds, continuing to inspire, ignoring his own needs. The Silent One 18 November 2017
Example for HERO contest

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017

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Melting sorrows drift toward tomorrow when sounds dance in hushed irrelevance. Sacred seconds are held in creation's tawny yolk as crystal waves of wind bid farewell to this day's fate. A single dove darts through cinnamon plumes in one last dance through heavens gate. With ageless dreams bathed in honey gold it wings its way in graceful sway. How fleeting life might slip from sight when passion yearns for its beholder. Reminders linger in the dusk of mysteries lost and treasures plundered. I stand this post as infinity spills across the sky and wonder fills the trueness of my heart... 07/20/2018 Dusk or Dawn Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet First Place 08/02/2018

Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2018

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The Guise Of The Blue Jay Skies

F l y i n g a sailing tailwind in cerulean streams through beams colored creamsicle - are wings reflective of turquoise truth and the white purity of Autumn’s ether - he aviates a clear troposphere riding an unbridled capricious and combative boreas on the cusp of a new season ~ with a plumage infusion of shifting Cape Cod skies the blue jay mixes hues with the Northern azure - that fades to shades of turmoil to the South and East - becoming lost in its milky breadth its lilting light its dimming depths where the edge of rustic rural meets the ridge of conifers crooked twisted and back-bent from gales of salt-sprayed sorcery bold bluster - leading the charge of a cold sapphire crest - is bedeviled by the raw tongue-lashing spin of a brooding onshore flow twirling a brewing brawl whirling in slate pearlescent space s w i r l i n g with the dusky feistiness of stormy petrels - mobs of darkening fog fatten on summer’s fainty surrender ...leftover tints of tender cornflower and hints of dainty dove.. there’s a sparkle in the eye of the storm - as his mischievous black gaze mirrors the harsh harbinger of commotion clash and change - his piercing ‘jay-jays’ jab at the maddening mayhem of menacing air with the emerald-needled sharpness of wind-weary pitch pines anchoring the beige of coastal dunes - - where his refractive blues take cover in colorful contrast ahead of the bruising October nor’easter Susan Ashley November 2, 2018 _________________________ Poem Of The Day November 4, 2018

Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018

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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer.

Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air,
A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer.
A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play,
Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day.

This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged,
An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged.
In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled,
Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old.

The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men,
The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when…
They all had come from yesterday to help me understand
Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land.

A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear,
But as the morning went along the reason got real clear.
They rode along with me that day to show me things I’ve missed,
The things I’ve seen a thousand times an’ some I’d just dismissed.

Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today,
Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away.
They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by;
An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh.

The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays,
When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways.
We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone,
An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone.

At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind,
The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind.
The Earth He made’s been feedin' us a half-a-million years,
An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers.

I do not know if they'll return or if they’ll feel the need,
But I’m prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead.
We all are spirits ridin’ time with bodies of the Earth,
Whose time has come to take the reins an’ offer up our worth.

The land has been the legacy we cultivate an’ reap,
The life has been the heritage our father’s fought to keep,
An’ we are bound throughout our time with those who came before,
To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.

Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009

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Kiss Loneliness Goodbye written by Tim Smith and Seren

I sit here and ponder the days that have past
The many loves that I had, that just didn’t last.
One really sticks out, wish I had another chance
Treating her so differently, I’d show her romance.

I loved once a man, who just wanted to play
At being romantic .life was just foreplay.
Thought a kiss would be enough for his turtle dove
Not thinking about feelings, whether I wanted love.	

We would start a family, having a baby or two
We’d live on the hillside, with a beautiful view,
We’d grow old together in the home that we build
Giving my life meaning, I’d be so fulfilled.

He now thinks that he wants me, I am the one
to fill up his heart to make me his own.
Promising me a home on a hillside with a view
Yet he hasn’t vowed that he would be true.

I’d hold her and cherish her til the day we depart
I’d profess to her my love and give her my heart
Romantic nights on that hill gazing up at the moon
Our days filled with laughter, frolicking in the lagoon

Sure he now promises me love for ever after
A life of joy, happiness and full of laughter
On that hillside we’d sit, watching the world go by,
A family, two dogs at our feet, kissing loneliness goodbye.

Penned by Tim Smith and Seren

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014

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Where the Wind Blows

I followed one day a spring breeze at play. It seemed not to know where to go. And aimlessly, I - like a butterfly - meandered with it to and fro. Among bright blue bells, it tired a spell. Recovering, it picked up speed. Alongside a rill, I ran with a thrill just to know where the breeze might lead. My heart filled with song as I danced along, careening through meadows of green. And then the breeze dove into a large grove, the loveliest I’d ever seen. No longer a breeze, it whipped around trees. It whistled while beckoning me, and as it passed through where tall redwoods grew, I was following, wild and free. In that beautiful place, it changed its pace and got stronger, for the breeze goes where sturdy trees thrive. I felt so alive! I have been to where the wind blows.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Endless chorus of tears - Diana Ross tribute

Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears, jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love. What was once endless love was now songs full of fears. Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove. Jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love, pleaded you are my everything, remember me. Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove, suffering from crushed love hangover agony. Pleaded you are my everything, remember me, will a time come when you tell me that you love me?. Suffering from crushed love hangover agony, cried out it's my turn now to drift into the sea. Will a time come when you tell me that you love me?. asked do you know where your going to with my heart? Cried out it's my turn now to drift into the sea, hoping for this good morning heartache to depart. Asked do you know where your going to with my heart? Who will touch me in the morning so tenderly? Hoping for this good morning heartache to depart, wished one shining moment would save her destiny. Who will touch me in the morning so tenderly? Told him I'm still waiting and will all of my life. Wished one shining moment would save her destiny, but his reflections only caused her further strife. Told him I'm still waiting and will all of my life, ain't no mountain high enough for love's surrender, but his reflections only caused her further strife, said I'm coming out, tired of being a pretender. Ain't no mountain high enough for love's surrender. Chain reaction of truth hurts, increasing the strain. Said I'm coming out, tired of being a pretender, she burnt her old piano, to stop bleeding pain. Chain reaction of truth hurts, increasing the strain. What was once endless love was now songs full of fears. She burnt her old piano, to stop bleeding pain. Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears. Silent One 31 March 2018
Challenged by Mike Gentile to write a pantoum with song titles by Diana Ross. This is a pantoum uses 21 song titles by Diana Ross. Song titles are listed below and highlighted in bold in the poem. The poem has 12 syllables and rhymes, which are not pantoum requirements, but increases the challenge. Ain't no mountain high enough Endless love Baby love stop in the name of love I'm still waiting Do you know where you're going to I'm coming out Touch me in the morning My old piano It's my turn When you tell me that you love me good morning heartache chain reaction reflections remember me surrender all of my life you are everything love hangover upside down one shining moment The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018

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Your Look of Precious Love

Your Look of Precious Love

Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest, 
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love 
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove, 
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!	
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above. 
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!

When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,  
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 05, 2014 (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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Mother is Dove

Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.

Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.

Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu 
For my heart.

I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.

I remember the wood from the wood 
The water from the water 
And manifold items from jungle alleys 
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.

I remember the constant match 
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with 
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.

I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls 
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?

Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.

Oh, mother loving woman 
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.

Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2009

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I Look To the Moon

I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.

Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,       
I share no love with anyone.

The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.

While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.

Copyright © Mike Ruff | Year Posted 2006

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My Heart and Soul Cry Justice

Love Justice made me wrest you from her bed
It’s right for you to lie with me instead
For you were mine before she came to be
A prowling threat to our felicity

My broken heart cries…JUSTICE!

It’s meant for me to ravish you tonight
To give you pain as well as sheer delight
I love you still and yet your heart must pay
For shameless way you gave my love away

My wounded pride cries...JUSTICE

And here you are inside my bed of love
I’ve bound you up, no more a gentle dove
I take revenge on body and your soul
Enslaved, you yield to dominatrix role

My passion mad cries…JUSTICE

I take from you: I take, I take, I take
Each pleasure filled, I writhe and make you quake
I kiss, caress, and taste in wanton might
Your eyes ablaze, your fervor I ignite

My vengeful soul cries…JUSTICE

And all the while I hear you gasp MY name
In ecstasy my spoils of war I claim
You beg forgiveness as you helpless lie
I satiate my needs; fulfilled I sigh

My hungry need cries…JUSTICE

This tryst was meant to teach you lover's pain
You bear the marks of love that is insane
I slash your bonds and fall in your embrace
For I have seen the wonder in your face

Relieved am I, for I have tasted JUSTICE!

For Justin Bordner’s Love Justice Contest
January 18, 2015

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Eye Power- A Collab with Justin

You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss ravishing, harnessing my hysteria,
plumed with lashes lent from love's wings, curling wet wishing
brows preened sexy mean, fur strip stiring me,
hypnotized by your hot umber rings
I learn how suspense stings
circles of crave unbuckling my brazen brandishing, 
deep set on my desire I'm unraveling for the vixen fire, heart sweating,
born from the brown of beauty's sweetest warmth
eyes that bite and suck the stress
right out of my soul's duress,
for you I go forth...


You possess me with those eyes of eagle blue
you use a single glance my hesitancy to unglue
soaring in the sky of my sweetened fantasy
these blue crystal orbs foretell of ecstasy

But first...the hunt...looking for prey - it's true
it's you - the Eagle
brutally brave and fiercely famished
you glide on the wind of my desire
your wings ablaze with fire
your eyes fierce, Oh, how they pierce
again and again
my inner sanctum deep
their hue puts the sky to shame
demanding passion and cravings untame
they bore deep into me
slashing bonds of inhibition free
Our eyes speak
Brown and Blue
Me and You...
in your eyes the need to seize
in mine, the need to please
yours dominate
mine capitulate
yours subjugate
mine consummate,
your eyes speak...
mine respond...Bonded, we belong
Eagle and Dove
poetry love
Our eyes speak...

A Collaboration Made From The Quills Of Justin & Eileen 

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Come and See Jesus

Come and see the tiny baby, sleeping on a bed of straw. The angels came and sang His praises, and shepherds watched in silent awe. Come and see who's in the temple, listening to the rabbis teach; a twelve year old who asks them questions, His wisdom is beyond their reach. "Come and see," said John The Baptist, "The Lamb of God sent from above. On Him the Father sent His Spirit, it came down on Him like a dove." "Come and see," insisted Andrew, when he found Simon by the sea. "I believe we've found Messiah. Drop your nets and come with me." "Come and see", cried out the woman, "The man who told me all I'd done. He said He'd give me living water. Could He be the Holy One?" Come and see this man called Jesus. He heals the sick, the blind, the lame. Even demons are subject to Him. Those He touches are never the same. Come and see this Jewish Rabbi, as He teaches on the hill. The crowds are spellbound by His message, He teaches them about God's will. Come and see the righteous anger, of the man from Galilee. See Him cleanse the crowded temple, of the merchants and their greed. Come and see the Lord at prayer, in the garden on His knees. Sweating drops of blood in anguish, God's will be done is what He pleads. Come and see the man betrayed, by His own disciple's kiss. Sold for thirty silver coins, by a traitor in His midst. Come and see the suffering servant, hands and feet nailed to the cross. Hear Him say, "Father, forgive them," as His friends weep for their loss. Come and see, His tomb is empty. See, the stone has been rolled away. The Son of God has conquered death, He has risen from the grave. Come and see the risen Savior, See and touch His nail-pierced hands. Hear Him say, "Go preach the gospel, to every nation, every land." Come and see, men, women, children, Jesus is the Life, the Truth, the Way, to peace and joy and life everlasting. Believe in Him without delay. Entered in Richard Lamoureux's Battle of the Honorable Mentions Contest written 2008 entered in Anthony Slausen's "Jesus" contest Honorable Mention

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016

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Starstruck in your deep Beauty

In your beauty, striking jewels within your light 
If I where to go into another world 
Searching behind each and every fold 
Wrapped up inside my mind 
There is a never ending vision, of thought 
Over half of it one forgets 
in a short space me not 

Flowering time one stands out striking 
It draws from the gentle wishing well 
inside the rainbow colors her 
all shades of a promise 
sprinkling softly in her mist 

The heart began singing music to me 
as the soul saw your guiding light 
I would never break your heart love 
one silent promise, made into oneself 
at that very moment in time 

I felt it 
so very special 
remembering the sweet pretty birds in song 
Magic capturing that very moment 
our souls inside out sharing 
When the heart fell at your feet 
it was truly amazing 

You're my dove wings 
sweetly touching 
Flying this heart deeply in love 
with your peace the drunken spirit is floating 
intoxicated in your space 
falling softy emotions swoon 
Savoring feelings explode outside reality 
your amazing beautiful in my eyes 
dazzling the mirrors of dream

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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The nature renders its divine allure
with summers warmth and beauty to adore.
Enclosed reflections of the sky so pure
to feel the past, and times of calm restore.
The gentle breeze caresses aspen trees
with trembling rustle of its tender leaves,
the soothing sound of silent sighs appease,
release from tempest thoughts as calmness heaves.
Afar in the distance a cooing dove,
beyond a lake that sparkles with a gleam,
With wagtails and robins flying above
A haven to cherish a scenic dream.

My minds at rest from thoughts of hectic plight
my cabin’s freedom, my place of delight.

July 2nd, 2018
T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2018

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In The Name Of Dove -With Ram R V



                  little Rock
               Doves at my feet
             Imploring eyes watch
  as I eat and I    will share my 
                lunch with you not
                   shoo you away
                 like others do
              for I recognize
           your tam'ed nature
        Am greatly pained by your
       fallen stature Dovecotes kept since
        Ancient times Now you're persecuted 
    for our crimes Considered dirty flying vermin  
Might I suggest a different sermon  Giving  Praise
To Thee Dear Dove our oldest symbol of Peace and Love
 in times of war you have served us well For our men you flew 
    and fell Honored couriers meritorious saving lives on wings glorious 
           not just for your flight to flourish   But  by your  eggs and meat to       
                    nourish Been kept for sport and even pet Pigeons are Doves we do
                                 forget sporting the same flute like coo            and 
                                       head bobbing meet-cute "How do you            do?"
************************ One and    The same as famed in fable ********
                                                          Ordained therein by King Eagle
                                                    "...your name shall be used, dear Dove
                                                   as long as the world shall last, for Love" Of
                                                course of course we are all mortal yet you are 
                                              birds above and moral Models of monogamy and
                                           doting parents Bonded family and lucky for us City 
                                        dwellers amid the chaos you little fellers happily our
                                         Birds of Peace break bread with us on our streets
                                                        In The Name Of Dove!

Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017

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old fashioned writing

there is a path leading to a journal of time, it reveals beauty within verses of fine rhyme- it shields her pain when she desires her lost love, and releases her sorrow like an ivory turtle dove. her quill meets her parchment and it lingers, creating beauty with her right hand fingers- no keyboard is what she longed to use, when writing with passion, following her muse. old fashioned writing was just her lovely style, for she knew not of contemporary saved files- she knew she desired to express with a pen, and she used a colored pencil every now and then. she was just eleven when she began to journal, and she knew from then on writing would be eternal- her hobby became her passion in her youth, as she quills on parchment...all these verses of truth. August 6, 2017

Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017

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Thoughts Race

The heavy fog slowly lifts in places
Open patches of spring delight and resounds
The look-out crow caws, joyous news abounds
As rooster's crows lands in hollow spaces
The rising sun warms pale skin with graces
Awareness of a stillness settles around
Coo of the dove seems to calm and propounds
Thoughts surface above the calm, one races

Wildlife has no idea of what's ahead
They know not that storms could come and flood nests
Dens, wreck havoc, seal their fate, end life's joy
Humans bounce singing there's nothing to dread
Weak, untested in the fire, growths arrest
One incident will probably destroy


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2018

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On A Ballroom Of Stars

When I feel alone a gypsy soul without a home When nobody 's there with warmth to share When rattling rains are all I hear I close my eyes and take a ride On sugar-coated clouds I travel far to where you are. Far from a frosty afternoon One step closer to the moon. I fly up high to a blue -black sky Removing Her with all my might. I push away the lady in today To seek and find a happy child A happy girl that's trapped in me Still wanting to break free. A girl who lives inside Still struggling to survive. I close my eyes and take a ride One step closer to the music that's playing on my mind. Closer to late- fireworks burning in the night. An orchestra in concerto and a piano by my side. I fly up high to a blue black sky I dance above with the prince of love With wide-spread wings just like a dove. These waiting cheeks These open arms Young Ballerina waltzing On a Ballroom of spumed stars.
Just a fantasy song inspired by the movie Lalaland.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017

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Thought changer

Catching sight of unwanted reflection 
through my eyes I observe my murky mind
lifeless, inactive, defying action
just a blank canvas, raw, pure, unrefined,

desire to inject substantial color 
inspired pastels to brighten the darkness
eyes opaque though restrict light, much duller
impulses, brain requesting less Starkness,

my poor mind is without shape or structure 
until my thoughts turn to the one I love
blissful images, colorful picture
changing this abyss, no more mourning dove,

she changes my thinking without restraints 
such beautiful colors my mind she paints.

Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2018

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The Last Gold Leaf

The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
summer is just a memory now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
our summer days came to an end.

We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
How I will miss you no one knows.
On eagle wings you split the skies;
your spirit soared. You had to fly.

My earthbound soul will bear its grief
severed from you on mortal reef;
but returning from yonder shore,
your love in waves will wash me o'er.

You've gone before, my trusted love;
I wait behind, your mourning dove;
yet, from across the great divide
your voice to me in dreams confides.

No, I think not that dreams they are;
but communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
to know and love you once again.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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- A Bird Sings Only When It Is Happy -


A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy

I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze 

Falling slowly like a ripe apple 
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven

Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep

It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return

My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream 

Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  11.04.2015 
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015