Best Dozen Poems
my fourteenth summer. .
the son of a preacher man
showing me heaven
His teasing ways and his boyish grin.
How easily I was taken in!
I felt like a woman in my cute short culottes and wearing pink frost lipstick
that he’d kissed off my mouth before the night was through.
My best friend, with her guy, was in the front seat of the car.
My date, her older cousin, was my first sweet honey bee.
We made out in the back seat, but he never got too far.
I was raised to value my virginity.
But my youthful heart was wishing we could kiss eternally!
Written Dec. 30, 2015
for The Poet's Dozen Contest of Silent One
birds interesting
a collection from nature-
all so beautiful
The Storm Petrel's are small birds that seem to hover,
little sea birds that appear to be walking on the water.
Loons unable to walk on land they shuffle like old people-
oh so graceful and skillful underwater can run across a lake . . .
Rails just love eating dense green vegetation,
Plover's like to run across a sandy beach hunting;
Roosting on a building is the beautiful Pigeon,
Oh so remarkable the Hoatzin is intriguing;
And electric blue Kingfishers are truly amazing.
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October 31, 2015
Combination of - Haiku, Couplet, Free Verse, Quintain
For the contest, A Poets Dozen (12 lines)
Sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
the wind was roaring
an open road forever-
trees a blur of green
My brother brought him home for supper one day,
I recall it was a beautiful warm day in the month of May.
I hung on the back of his powerful motorcycle, happiness
Oh, this was love! I had never felt such joy- in my young heart
He was everything that my parents hated
Rough, streetwise, a real bad boy, reckless
To me he was a guy that God himself created
He left me breathless and my memory is endless
But a life with him would have been dumb and careless
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December 23, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Haiku/Couplet/Free Verse/Quintain/
My First Date and Love- A Poet's Dozen
Copyright Protected, ID 16-738-196-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, A Poet's Dozen 2, First Date,
sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
red tint of evening
bleeds across a glazed skyline…
crowds droop on bleak aisles
The street lamps wane beyond rush hour;
eyes missing the rarest flower…
And city lights drain people’s bones,
when aching shadows blur my view.
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Silent One's A Poet's Dozen Contest
11/5/2015
fall enters gaily
with a shower of bright leaves
pushing summer out
I truly think that it's a bummer
There only is three months of summer.
I sadly wave her on her way,
Summer whose stay is too soon gone.
Our summer, this year, was a winner.
We picnicked, vacationed and played.
The thermostat peaked before dinner
as we drank lemonade in the shade
and watched glorious sunsets fade
11/1/15
The Rose - Poet's Dozen
rose awaits the call
to awake with coming spring
promise for rebirth
The seasons of all things hold much in store,
for life brings death which brings new life once more.
The rose relies on wisdom of its root
to make it bloom when winter sets it free.
And then in Spring, begins once more its fragile ride
through life; with sun and rain and wind it must contend.
And day by day its velvet petals open, spread out wide
upon its leafy stem; all stages lead to fullness in the end.
The tireless earth once more gives life; its promise does attend.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: A Poet's Dozen
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 11/06/2015
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One modern Haiku: 3 lines: Syllables 5,7,5
A couplet: 2 lines
Free verse: 2 lines
English Quintain: 5 lines: Rhyming scheme ababb
Sweet Angel ~ Poet's dozen
sweet angel of mine
when I look into her eyes
love is all I feel
Baby dolls ~ pony tails ~ then her first date
Slow down, Father Time. Would you please just wait?
In wedding gown and veil, she belongs to another.
My sweet angel, grown up, starting a new life.
My daughter has a sweet child of her own.
Her love cannot be disguised.
Soon he, too will be grown.
She'll sing no more lullabies.
Her sweet angel will always live in her eyes.
November 1st, 2015
So beautiful
When first they bloomed
Their fragrant breath
Dispelling gloom
A dozen roses
Drinking natures wine
From a crystal vase
Dewy lips
Of velvet red
Pursed with every word
He said
Their sultry whispers
Flowing through my mind
Intoxicating me
Each petal pulsing
With regret
Trying hard to help me
To forget
His lies
His infidelity
As they try to hide
the thorns below
But all in vain
As once again
I watch those petal wilt
And die
As tears fall on
another empty dawn
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Written: May,19,2014
Life with Snickers
(four short poems in one)
our one-year-old dog
lapping up toilet water -
what a potty mouth
That dog is also into smut;
he likes to sniff poor kitty’s butt.
He hears my slightest movements in the kitchen.
His paws appear at the counter where I’m preparing food.
Later, Snickers comes to me. In his mouth he bears a rope.
He wants to play that silly game I dread.
He stares at me, big brown eyes filled with hope.
Tug of war I play with him. When it’s time for bed,
The cat and I can’t rest till Snickers has laid down his head.
Written 11/4/15 for the "A Poet's Dozen" Poetry Contest of the Silent One
eyes drink in darkness
before sun colors the sky ~
clock chimes the new hour
Dawn’s silence speaks tranquility,
devoid of life’s perplexity.
So I with the morn, while still alone
read, ruminate, sit still and wait.
Reassured by morningtime’s constancy,
resolute, today’s afflictions I face.
Your Word gives me strength and serenity
as this new day quietly treads with grace;
I feel renewed, wrapped in Your warm embrace.
06 November 2015
A Poet's Dozen Contest -1st Place
Sponsor: Silent One
black clouds gathering
thunder rolls in the distance
a storm is brewing
Winds of change are blowing.
Can you feel the tension growing?
Discontentment, fear and anger thrive,
while integrity and trust are trampled on.
Yes, an awful storm is coming.
We must not be taken by surprise.
Revolution's heartbeat's thrumming,
people open up your eyes!
It's time for truth and no more lies.
11/2/15
For Silent One's Poet's Dozen contest
A Dozen Roses:
Petals in the wind
crying a crimson river
on moonlit snow
©deborah burch
25012013
Nervously gazing
Across the table he stared
Watching my silence
My hunger ceasing, As a Poet's Dozen ordered
Sipping a glass of wine, Becoming much more forward
Now served our dinner, Filling our mouths blind with food
Emotions much less suppressed, As its body crepted upon our nerves
Us Two
To which was bliss
Liquid courage approved
Twisted our tongues without a Kiss
Adjourned
with collars turned up,
we warm hands in our pockets...
winds pilfer the trees
~
The acorns have been bouncing like brown raindrops
If I could sell them, I would open a shop
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As leaves somersaulted in masses from all the russet trees,
small children were running to classes, along the littered street
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Brisk autumn winds, weaving through grass
twirl bright golden leaves, fluttered and spun
blushing like children, who tumble and laugh
playing gymnastics, having their fun
with cart-wheeling antics, under the sun
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Four Forms: Haiku,Couplet,Free Verse,Quintain
For Contest sponsored by Silent One "Poet's Dozen"
11/6/15
puppies in a pound
barking as people pass by
so many choices
"Look at me! "Look at me!", they all seem to say.
"Please won't you take me home with you today?"
Little ones, big ones, fat ones, skinny ones,
young and old, shy and bold - they all want a home.
Hello there, my four-legged friend.
Would you like to come with me?
To give you a home is what I intend,
and I am sure we will come to be,
the best of buddies, you and me.
11/15/15