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a boomerang effect by davis, robin
the anniversary effect by james, aaron
Cause and Effect by Foster, Christen
The Domino Effect by Callus, Paul
The Circe Effect - Part 1 by Lovejoy-Burton, Leanne
The Circe Effect - Part 2 by Lovejoy-Burton, Leanne
The butterfly effect by Leslie, Stefani
The Creativity Effect by Robinson Jr., Freddie
FUJIWHARA EFFECT by Rodrigues, Kim
the placebo effect by Senft, Ashlea
the butterfly effect by Byrd, Samuel
THE DOMINO EFFECT - SELFISH SELFIE by ALLISON, JAN
The Ripple Effect by Warrior, Winged
Butterfly Effect by R. V., Ram
The Domino Effect by Olson, Richard
Social Status Effect by McIntosh, Aaron
Ripple Effect by Robinson Jr., Freddie
the horn effect by thomas, shari
the halo effect by thomas, shari
Mandela Effect by Adams, Bruce

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Big Girls do Cry

Big Girls Do Cry

They expected her to be the jolly fun one.
The one   w e a r i n g   a smile on her face.
So she became.....who they wanted her to be
She was quick with her wit, telling her practiced fat jokes.
It was a pre-emptive strike of sorts
her attempt to remove the target
from what some thought was her "considerable ass".
Never again wanting to be the "butt" of people's jokes!

She remembers the year she was "Chubby Checker"
the year her parents gave her that checkered jacket
she also remembers how hard she cried.
They laughed and one boy sang 
"Big Girls Don't Cry----- they don't cry!"
She vowed to herself on that very day
"I will never ever cry again!"

There were the many diets
the yo yo effect..."Yo big girl, lookin good"
 Friends asking her  "have you lost weight?"
Those "good for you"s!!!!
The attention felt good in a way
but the weight she'd lose seemed to come back the next day.
Somehow the cursed food felt like her only true friend
the only one on whom she could depend.
The food never judged her
instead it filled the empty sad part
the part that weighed nothing
yet felt like it weighed a thousand pounds!
The part that felt lighter when she was full
it somehow felt like a hug from the inside.

She stopped eating in public
not wanting to hear comments like
"she could do without that ice cream."
There were also the buffet comments
"She's going to get her money's worth!"
Still what hurt even worse
were the nice people
the trying to be kind people
the ones who felt sorry for her people
Saying "all you need to do is lose a few pounds." 
or "you have such a pretty face." 
Some people would tell her "You're just big boned."
Then there was comment she hated the most
"You have such a great personality!" 
For she knew it was all part of the "Fat Girl Show"
the persona she had gifted to them.

Then came the day
that epic day she stopped joking.
When she smiled when she wanted to smile
when she dressed in the ways she wanted to dress.
She embraced the form she was given
she celebrated all of her curves.
She decided to eat when she was hungry
nourishing and loving her body
she allowed colourful foods to occupy her plate.
Strangely, she started losing some weight
but it wasn't her goal
for inside she was becoming whole.
Skinny was not who she needed to be!
When tears came she allowed them to flow free
she was no longer her own enemy
The more she cried
the less she felt her empty.

She learned, everyone
y e s.... everyone,
has some kind of insecurity!
No one is completely who they wish to be
some have hidden bits
others are more obvious,
even  if   some are somewhat oblivious.
She now has learned to be a compassionate witness
one who is much kinder to herself
she doesn't  keep her thoughts on a shelf
So when others make jokes
or give painful pokes...
She tells them "That's hurtful and it's not okay",
"I am who I am and I'm perfect this way!"
Maybe next time they will consider what they say.
For today and tomorrow and every other day forward
she is more than some number on a scale that she weighs
or some joke in an insensitive phrase.
She now can be and see her true self in extrodinary ways


Written March 27th, 2016
Entered into SKAT's Premiere contest.








Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

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A Tulip Grows Under An Evergreen - Inspired By The Poets At PoetrySoup


A
fine
Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities 
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a 
few forests. A ruby red swirls within 
its petals beckons awareness of those very 
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely lips 
like fantasy realized. Mirthful yellows in all those lacquers 
barely ever seen as one would scorch their eyes to gaze lastingly 
directly at the Sun - though I have been fortunate to witness identical 
iridescence in strands of your hair you unintentionally flip and like dainty 
fingers wave me on to move closer to your flawless frame - memorized easily.
A 
special 
fuchsia sparingly 
paints the flower they
say exists only in certain 
singular gemstones yet l know
this tincture for I have seen it in your 
cheeks when we play and laugh. Oh your 
laugh how it fills me - replacing noise surfing
the waves of sound in the surrounding atmosphere.
How enchanting when your laughter there - dwells to
tickle molecules invisible to the eyes but felt by the human
heart. Parrot tulips with their soft myriad shades become stunning 
against a deep black backdrop which shimmers bright like your ebony eyes. 
Sparkle like your smile and I grin happily just thinking of you, just thinking of us.
A 
pearl
white that also 
adorns the flower a 
special light effect I have
found in your complexion - dazzles
my mind each and every time I see you.
Parrot tulips a miracle of nature, a special
breed I admit are as remarkable as any offering 
that grows in our gardens but rarer still - you the flower 
I share my life with. No one, no thing, no life compares to you,
your approach - for every time I even think of you, the joy it brings
completes the meaning of my existence full. If not for you no other delight 
would have that extra zest I feel from the sharing of your love and light always.
A
Parrot
tulip oh 
what joy it
brings. How the flower
draws these words from
me. Ironic how true allure felt
fills our glass so I thought I'd share
with you how it uplifts my days - knowing
confident in our love as one - you'd never resent
me speaking of an elegance other than yours. So you may 
know - understand what the fibres of ones constitution compels 
them to write. Now - about a mystique other than the one you sport with
humility. Finally I have written a poem on aesthetics that does not mention you.
A
closing
monologue.
Just above and 
beneath the dirt grows 
riches unimaginable. Made to 
be absorbed by senses recognizable 
only by a few. They are free for the taking.
An appreciation, a love of a natural essence.
A flower, a person, romance you breathe incomparable
to anything real or imagined.  It alone are the wings we humans 
seek...as real and as precious as all else consumable. How lucky I 
am the magic handed out daily on these pages. The people I could never
find anywhere else then here. I am in love with their words in love with them.


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The Gardener





Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015




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Hidden Treasures

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Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016

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A Small Bouquet Of My Word Groupings


you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you

'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey 
there's not really two
the child in the mirror
is only 
an image 
of you'

in that same vein i write this

_

you can't hide inside a mirror
it wouldn't be good for your image
if you see what i mean
take a minute to reflect on that thought
frame it as you will
raise a glass to good cheers
this isn't the time to crack
or 
feel shattered 
no 
it is the exact reverse

like skipping a rock across the smooth surface of a lake
seven skips of good luck
because you are the fairest of them all

looking back at yourself 
keeping it compact
as you duplicate your own words 
impossible to read from the other side
this echo of your vision

the epitome of a prototype replicates

ditto 

who is the quintessential hero and who is the fake

go through that rabbit hole -straight to wonderland

bedazzle -radiate -glimmer -scintillate 
deflect
the glare will define you

you have not now or have ever been a duplicate
you are and will always be the one and only
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Oct 2 2017 - love above all else love - armand

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BONUS POEM

But Tell Me Where Do The Children Play 

you can't lie your way to the truth
what we teach our children 
should apply to us too
you took a wrong turn
check your moral compass
the needle is spinning faster
than a bottle in search of a kiss 
what would our mother think
if she knew what you were up to
you're changing everything she fought for
in her life children mattered
like the singing preacher asked
such a long time ago
'...where do the children play...'

you can argue climate change
but you can't deny the quality of the air your breathing
when did we start bottling water just to take a drink
the taps are bleeding led 
too late to fix the guts of generations who drank it with trust
how do you look at a storm in the eye
didn't you already prove your blind
or do you keep yours closed so no one can look in
look deep inside your heart 

'...tell me, where do the children play?…'

Oct 2 2017- armand

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 BONUS POEM THE SEQUEL

Me? I Saw More.

the clown danced like a marionette 
his painted face featured a grimace
and

and a tear

me?
i saw more

i smiled
no fear here

a performer 
an amazing mime artist
a procurer of pathos

he was pulling a little red wagon
with a large orange hard ball
walking on the spot
performing 'funny'

me?
i saw more

we often have to carry more 
than we think we can handle
our shoulders grow
atlas carried the earth on his shoulder
when we think we can do no more
we do even more than we need to

i saw more
the power of one
we don't need help
we need initiative 
no brother or sister's need
is less important than our own
'give and you shall receive'

we are all more
it takes a strong child 
to raise the values of a village
i can't win unless we all win
we have tried the blame game
five thousand years later

nothing

we are being led by weak men
want bigger and bigger guns
at a time when we have enough weapons
destroy the earth hundreds of times over

money is 
has always been
evil

me?
i see more
i see you
and you 
and you

ghandi was right then
ghandi is right now

do you see

Oct 2 2017- armand

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 BONUS POEM THE SEQUEL TOO

Firefly


i am going to touch you
like a firefly touches 
the dead of night
lights the obscurity 

i want to illuminate 
the pitch dark of your perspective 
inject a bright glow of hope
cleanse your thoughts of the negative

did you argue today 
felt regret
did the daily news invade your cheer
turned your 'in the pink' to something 'blue'

i am going to reignite  your sense of calm
wave a wand -make your heart smile 
warm your complexion to a glow
spread your goodwill worldwide

life i assure you isn't a rotting corpse
you have the strength 
rise above the doom and gloom
you are presently living

the alternative is an untimely exit
unnecessary 
i believe in laughter
and i believe in unconditional love

more
i believe when your back is against the wall
persistence will create a door
a passageway out of the muck and mire

no matter how thick the fog
it only takes a breeze
to clear a path
one you can ride to your destination of choice

Oct 2 2017- armand

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BONUS POEM THE REBOOT

Colour Me Ill 

i tried to fly today
nothing deep here
this isn't that type of poem
didn't go that well
i fell flat on my fa fa fa face
(pardon my stutter
a temporary side effect of the fa fa fa fall)

i wasn't writing any poetry
at the hospital either
all joking aside 
there was a lot of blood
did you know that doctors 
have no sense of humour

i was slurring anyways
you gotta love that morphine
they were cleaning up the blood
i said thanks dr. acula 

not even a snicker
and i'm not speaking of a chocolate bar
wasn't even my joke
stole it from Mitch Hedburg

coincidentally the doctor left me in stitches

the nurse said she was taking me for an X-ray 
i didn't really hear her but she was a knockout
something ..x 
sounded go go good to me
i was running in front of the wheelchair she was pushing
i was excited

we got somewhere 
she left
you gotta love that morphine
i must of impressed them
they thought i was a model
they took pictures of me
Bi Bi Big pictures
you should of seen the size of the negatives 
i ordered ten sets 

they pushed me outside and left
pa pa par for this course

suddenly my nurse date was back
they always come back

aanndd 
she's gone 


Oct. 2 2017- armand




Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2017

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Eyes of Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope eyes

A universe of change
Round and round I go 
Unfolding-
My spirit of envy and gold,
The nascence of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky, 
Deep orange haze in a tender place 
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty drip 
All colors drifted-
The first day we met
Visions of dark slate-gray
Fade away
Firing up the new age gem
Turning and creating different stars
Magic mint skies
White antique petals follow the current of air
Opal dreams, clouds embedded with impurity
My heartbeat produces flashing colors 
The palest amethyst bluebonnet forever fields
Flawless tear drop streams
Diamond shaped love
Ruby red promises to keep 
Flowing into the deep
Every color spins new
The day I fell in love with you
Peridot lime green tint 
A love as old and gray
Olive brownish sun
Honeydew skin
Our future, deeper than aquamarine 
Every day you turn fresh new seasons in me
Changing the sequence in my colors and effect

Kaleidoscope Eyes
Reflect by the mirrors of you
Crystallizing everything

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Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Cycle

Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.

Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep every moment hence,
While Springtime's youth still bounds.

Greet Thy greenness with glee,
For thy root to the Oak remains strong,
Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone.

So worry not of what is to come,
Enjoy Thy existence, little one.


Copyright © Michele Nold-Godleske | Year Posted 2005

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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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LOVE

Love
Love is a thing

You can't see it nor can you touch it
But you sure can see and feel its effect

A deep affection that fills you joyfully 
You are drunk on happiness

It's always understanding 
To accept the good, the bad, and the weak

It has no cultural condition 
It sees no boundary nor race

It's fearless and flawless 
It just flows limitlessly 

It's God's love
Nailed to the cross for you and me

It's in you and me 
It's I love you and you and you and God

I am drunk on happiness 
Because HE loves me unconditionally 

      Smile 

  Akkina R Downing
      6-9-17


Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2017

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Remembered In Thy Full Bloom,Collaboration by Robert J Lindley, Teppo Gren and Michael P Clark

Remembered In Thy Full Bloom 
A Collaboration By,
Robert Lindley, Teppo Gren
and  Michael P Clarke.


Thou art remembered in thy full bloom,
a rose grown within my garden of life.
Thou art lost to me and this my doom,
Gone the tender love of my precious wife.

Ill wind had blown, poisoned arrows of fate,
love lost, ever I cry, we reunite.
Tho', should such be only at Heaven's gate,
illuminated, in true love's precious flight.

Thine effect so lives in my lonesome cast
as I meander in my ruthless path,
in darkened dust of my ill-fated past,
dying to break free from this endless wrath.

Yet memories sighs they recall our love,
when we did caress love's fiery desires.
In wondrous passions our hearts flew above,
Thou art memories ghost, kindling love's fires.

Pray I, your dream-winds soft and fair tonight,
eager heart leaps to melt in beauty's glows.
With yellow-moon kisses, all could be right,
our love's truth, written in destiny's scrolls.

As lonely spirits found love's true accord,
thy gentle soul caressed my heart with joy.
It was thy gracious beauty I adored,
for endless days thy soft caress enjoy.

Thou comest beloved, love for to bring,
thy wondrous beauty, darkness doth dispel.
In divinity thy heart it doth sing,
one moment of joy my heart did foretell.

Within each heart's spirit, desire to come
pray future treasures that announce their glow.
Thy touch, paradise in love's kingdom,
may we with grace, beg our romance to grow.

The light of life returned from dust to dust
be it not my destiny to abide,
and side with mortal ways in life unjust,
with a forlorn dream to be by my side.

Now back to the terror of my dark night,
once more into the pits of hell I fall.
Despair and sorrow darken God's bright light,
Deaths promised joys shall come, I hear death call.

Pray true, warmth and true color to the rose,
return pure gleam that sent my heart to thee.
Wherein all time, forever thee I chose,
thou art ripest flower, I thy lone bee.

Rejoice in death to treasure thine embrace
as end is nigh, with courage to depart.
A halo uncovers thy beauty's grace
to cast celestial light, and mend my heart.

And now doth come my end, I see death's light,
death doth touch my heart, now eternal love.
My beloved, I see thee shining bright,
I now praise death as I ascend above.

As my life's last shadow so swiftly falls,
pray I, this aching soul hears thy dear voice.
Ancient echoes whisper love words, thy calls,
now dear wife, I fly forth, your love my choice.

In heaven‘s garden thy rose blooms in trine,
as love’s eternal bond in sacred love
is cast beyond the faith of God’s design,
and prayers of truth are whispered up above. 

Robert Lindley,Teppo Gren,
and Michael P Clarke.
4-10-2017

Notes:

This poem was written to try and find the sadness of a man lost in deep despair. His only escape are those small moments when his memories sigh his beloved to him. He is ready to welcome death so he can be with and hold his beloved again. Death will be a release.


I want to thank Micheal and Teppo, for the great pleasure it has been to
engage in this three way collaboration! Both for giving me such exquisite verses to write to and with...
I know this poem is long and took us a long time to complete, but to me it is well worth it .
As I could not be happier or any more proud of what our combined efforts have thus created.
I hope this fine poem gifts and pleases those that read it.. For such is the reward that any poet should hope for.
Mike and Teppo, my good friends may God bless you both..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Karma

Yesterday, I followed her true invisible form
Colors turning a kaleidoscopic deep and warm

A state of mind, that makes reality feel alive
Stabbing moments that teach how tough it is to survive
And still this dagger is penetrating into my back real slow
Sweeping away the grimace under the rug in a one woman show 

Illusive dreams asking for more and more
Sinking with doom, as karma sways through heaven's door
There she keeps her walk on stilts avoiding kismet
Removing every single footprint before sunset

Spending eternity planning the bliss we cannot see
Quenching my confidence, with a moisture that pleasures me
Arching a dirty deed, aiming all fingers that point at me
Spreading her demonic ecstasy, a mass of light weight, we can't see

A giggle-some laugh, I cannot hear
Tainted, in a nefarious way as the night disappears
Delighted, she glistens through the celestial world alone
A whisper of love with an impossible auspicious tone

Epic and exquisite, she works incognito striking whomever she wants
She Is The Enigma!" She Is the Illness~ that forever haunts
A mysterious lady whose perception flows with her own timeless oasis
An Empress is working on her own simplicity basis

My body impervious to react to conflicts that dwell with deep desire
Aggressively my defiant ways will allow her excessive universe to transpire
Like a lily we give in to the beauty of her empress exploding ravenous lust
It's magical and feeds off of the revenge that deepens with thrust

Down in the lilac valley, storming down like a glacier leaving nothing below
We caress we emerge, then we dust off the repellent of her forsaken glow
Leaving us with wounds, when our conflicts ricochet
Impacting us with a rebound when everything bounces back our way

She Springs in like a breeze that dwells and leaves gallivant
Past shadows, swing back with a darker chant
Leaving nothing but a Chinese Aster garden terrace
Her crown, sheer vixen and vigor with Victoria's fantastical lace

Her candle desalinate effect with a gentle glow
Everything to her is an issue with the results that come and go
Karma's punishments sail real slow, against the wind, waged by the zephyr
Rebuilding from the aftermath of, Karma's payback splenetic weather

Close your eyes and feel the consequences we embrace
Secretly every wage comes with reward from our hubris sin
A grasp with no escapes from the repercussion and deeds in our hearts
Doors spillover, in a significant unexplained phenomenal start

...


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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THE DOMINO EFFECT - SELFISH SELFIE

Please do not touch Just read the signs dotted around the gallery display So you take a selfie ... What harm can it do? Your camera shutter clicks clicks clicks as you take selfish selfie pics Teetering on your high heels you topple backwards like a destructive domino Art gallery display C R A S H E S to the floor Your picture won’t ever be placed in a photograph frame But hey You achieved your fifteen seconds of fame You took a selfie - How selfish! Modern Vanity Contest Sponsored by Lewis Raynes Inspired by newspaper article where a selfie goes wrong and causes around $200k damage to artwork by British artist Simon Birch 07-15-17


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

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SELF DESTRUCTIVE

SELF DESTRUCTIVE

The lies, 
I laugh
I look at you
I can't stand you
I hate you
I can't believe you
I can't believe it!
How I allowed 
You in my life
Almost your wife
Cut me
Deep with this knife
Self destruct

Eat it and weep
As you read 
About my new love
Distance is just a mass
I close my eyes 
To kiss him
I close my eyes
And you disappear

Oh! My God.
My eyes are open
Take me so far away
Into another place
I don't need this disgrace
I don't want to be crazy
Or labeled insane 
Like a crazy train
Explain the new love I found
I love the sound
To be in your arms
Not in his shadow
I plead to you
I bleed for you
I try to run into you
But the more I stay
I can't turn away
My life's is set on,
Self destruct

You are my everything
He is my nothing
With you my heart sings
With him it suffers
You are my tune
He is my off note
You bring light to my moon
He brings me darkness with doom

Blow me up
To spill my cup
A self destructive life
A dagger- a knife
Just kill what is left
Deep inside my chest
Then I found you

You took me
You shook me
You removed this isolation
Gave me your sensation
Better remedies
Rescuing me from the seas
I am drowning
Come save me
My days are done clouding

He has ruined 
What is not visible 
You have loosened 
My heart to invincible

Cherish me
For all to see
Heal the pain
Wash the stain
Cover me under the rain
Give meaning to my sanity
Search for me
Give me your love 
With no date, over due
My heart now belongs to you
Excuse the effect if you find me disruptive"....
It all comes with being self destructive 

~SKAT~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

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Wisdom of the Cougar

She thought by marrying an older man
She would forever look young in his eyes
He led the way, ‘twas a child that held his hand
Until he met with an early demise
 
Older now, she finds herself attracted
To young men more likely to outlive her
But my, oh my, how her peers reacted
With choices she made, they could not concur
 
Fiftyish gal with a thirtyish mate
He showers her with such great affection
And he doesn’t mind she can’t procreate
But from old friends she's scorned by rejection
 
These friends have husbands who are cheating now
For men have desires to feel young as well
Their marriages hang from a fragile bough
As these men fire blanks at much younger belles
 
 
 
*Entry for Dr. Ram’s “Cougar Effect” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire




Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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EDGE WALKER

                       EDGE WALKER 

Waking up to the depth beyond such things every day
One day I choose to walk and become Queen of Mandalay

In the depth of my ocean mind
I Find my soul diving and trying to unwind

Peer pressure can not handle all the empty space
Avoiding the world's relativistic mass by the human race

Overusing the power giving to me
Sleeping at times disappointed by humanity

I walk in darkness to help you reach the light
I twist the darkness to give you a better sight

Walking at the edge of all things with the ability to precept
Using logic to compare and intercept the emotions we can not accept 

With the emotional picture of a fast heart beat
Wiping out the brain waves with a mood in heat

Giving enough flow to the power of intuition
Exceeding the knowledge without the book of Revelation

Receiving the pointless pain in persons chest
A wreck who ignores the emotions to digest

A mood string of self-manipulation eating away at the mass of reality
Some viewers are so unperceptive, a low self-esteem of stupidity

A curse a gift with ability to know everything, illusions of feeling it
with an emphasis so useless you can not admit

Trusting one day came with a price, alerting my ego on strong
Using my energy to direct the purpose of the wrong

Walking like a tool throughout the world's philosophy
A weapon of thought not meant for the mindless or monstrosity

The hidden riddles of life are the ones before your eyes
Grasping the concept with the attention of ending lies in our lives

Proceeding the ethics of the center of one's endless layer
accepting the birth of all responsibility, over the edge of a mind player

I gave the thought with a natural twist of a moving spear
Expanding the horizon of the hemisphere

Edge walkers down and broken standing without
Walking straight forward with the same God and Devil in doubt

Simply looking through "rose colored glasses."
Chaos from the ugliness of avoiding the large body masses

Balancing out the change to allow the flow
follow logical emotions, that destroys a mind blow.

causing the opposite to any action
effect the law of any equal reaction

expect to accept the unexpected, a dull way of life
connect the keeper of the masters weapon knife 

with religion  comes the weakness of not standing tall
with the strong perception of life even one can fall

Standing without the generations of a crawler
living as a shadow he or she who believes the edge walker

                       by: P.D.   June/6/10


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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I Know YOU from My Dream

Dreaming quite deeply one dark night
I saw your image and most beautiful face
Passionately kissing my soul and spirit
Charming my innermost desires and wishes
Beguiling my inner child making him smile
Soothing my feelings capturing my emotions
Mesmerizing me with unconditional love

This dream stayed with me on many lonely
Nights for at least over a year or so while
Leaving me to awaken feeling very happy
But also so very sad only seeing YOU . . .
As a dream and a part of my unconscious self
Yet I longed and longed so deeply to see
And to meet and to love the real YOU . . .

And then one day about two years removed
From my recurring dreams of YOU . . .
I was walking along a beautiful ocean beach 
And watching the waves break and come ashore 
Feeling the warm summer wind touching me
Quite soothingly and enticing me most deliciously
When I walked literally and directly into YOU!

Upon on this event, we both stopped in our tracks
At first surprised, then stunned, and not talking
Then our mutual surprise and astonishment
Quickly gave way to warm smiles and laughter
And then YOU said to me: “Where have you been?”
Your question said it all to me—my heart melted
And I said: “I’ve always been with you my darling!”

Call it Fate . . . Call it Destiny . . . Call it Karma
Both us had been dream beings to one another
And now we’re standing in front of each other
Very real, very alive, and very much in love
Personifying at once giddy star-struck lovers
Whose very spirits and souls are united as ONE . . .
We embraced passionately and kissed longingly

As we embraced—it was as though time stood still . . .
Our mutual dream worlds connected in this real world
And the effect of this moment finding each other finally
Was both quite overwhelming and intoxicating for us
As our mutual fondness, desire, love—all there
As we kissed and caressed so deeply with desire
Our joyous eye contact and tears confirmed all

We sat for hours on the beach entranced in our
Own world of rapture, devotion, presence and passion
While talking, caressing, kissing, smiling and laughing 
And learning so much of each other so fast so deeply
And Never Ever wanting to leave each other’s side now 
Our souls crossed a millennium or more to find one another
And to unite our human spirits as one on this cosmic Earth plane 

I never expected to meet my love, my soul mate—YOU!
In such an improbable fashion, yet crossing deep space and time 
We found our souls bonded in love and blended into one
Our real lives together now filled with unbridled passion
And our goals, desires, emotions all cascading together as one 
And now at night as we lie together sleeping and dreaming
Our lives, our souls, and our love all real—since I found YOU!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (October 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.


Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

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Jukebox Gigolo

Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a peek’n and a leer’n at women like an old poor fool,
But think’n man tonight—Oh Boy, I’m really gonna hit the pay dirt!

Old Zack in this small Texas town is reputed to be quite a lecherous hoot,
As he raucously and recklessly rolls old worn quarters into the slot
Of the old bar-room Wurlitzer while snicker’n and smil’n to boot,
And plays his tearful and twangy jerk-water music while smil’n a lot!

Old Zack is this town’s “Jukebox Gigolo,” a real lover boy—Oh Boy!
He wears his patched cowboy hat and his scuffed silver-studded boots,
Meant to impress young girls and bar-fly floozies who have the Joy!
Of being with this bewildering, withered, weathered man and his boots.

Old Zack has a fad’n recollection of events and a silver mane of hair,
With a cigarette in his hand and cuss’n like a nasty little stable boy,
He downs whiskey shots and tequila seconds like no tomorrow on a dare,
While chas’n whiskey glass ice cubes and the tequila worm—being so coy.

Old Zack while a swigg’n down his whiskey mucho fast and direct,
He has now that blind courage to fight or to love—whichever is first, 
While the old Wurlitzer resonates a rueful hick song for a teary effect,
But Old Zack can’t move now for this song has him sobb’n the very worst.

Old Zack with his nicotine-whiskey breath and his pockmarked face,
Personifies the image of an ideal loser of a man—with problems all,
While fight’n, scream’n, and punch’n others to gain some precious space,
He’s a showcas’n his reservoir of manly prowess—with problems all.

Old Zack was young once and not so wild, withered, weathered like now,
And he thought he was a really smart dude—all right moves and all,
But was really a man act’n far above his funny fake smart brow, 
And now a cry’n on his bar-room stool and act’n like a fool before a fall.

Old Zack Adams—alcoholic as he truly is and sly and slick as a Texas fox,
Is not really so good with his women friends nowadays—for his real talent
Is in roll’n those old worn quarters pieces one-by-one into the old Jukebox,
Sing’n—“I’m the Jukebox Gigolo”—“a Drunk and a Delight,” that’s real talent!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (October 7, 2014)
(Rhymed Quatrain)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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THE JEWELER'S LATHE

THE JEWELER’S LATHE

Summer’s last rose
After many admiring morning visits
And with nature’s rusty brown and gold 
Surrounding, drawing comparison,
Becomes even more pink and beautiful

Being aware as being – native to all souls –
Nature strives to improve,
The old become new

New, alike the jeweler’s lathe
Polishing      polishing
Refining awareness -

The familiar like a great Schubert string quartet
Suddenly with new revealing.

Leonard Bernstein says about music,
      to the effect,
”An old friend becomes more dear”

Refining one’s awareness
There can be no drudgery,
But there must be effort,
Must be the look-through,
A soul’s effort to find.

Therein lies the beauty, 
The finding.
When the diamond
Set to the jeweler’s lathe
Catches sun

Dave Austin 







Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2015

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Shadow Puppets

Our candlelight show, entwining fingers bolder now fragrances mingle in threadless embrace, shadow puppets. *********************** Placement: 1st;(September 2012) Contest:Septolet the Puppet Sponsor:Nette Onclaud By:kash poet Date:22nd September 2012 SEPTOLET: it consists of 7 lines with a total of 14 words ... the line break comes between the 4th and 5th lines though both parts deal with the same thought to create a unified effect… to make it interesting, you must use one fabric and one flavor in your piece.


Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012

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A Total Enigma

I can’t be branded and put into a box
I’m a rhyme wrapped within a riddle a complete paradox
I won't  carry the labels, or walk around with the stigma.
I am the great unknown a total enigma
I am an incomplete masterpiece, a beautiful disaster
I am the once upon a time and the happily ever after
I am realism, embedded within a parody
I am hesitation and doubt, clothed in certainty. 
I am cause and effect, the inevitable reaction
I am the unattainable that brings complete satisfaction
I am an open book, and still a complete mystery.
I am a façade, covered in authenticity 
I am assurance and conviction, facts draped in fiction
I am chaotic peace and silent confliction 
I am the writing on the wall that you try to decode
I am a living saga, great legends untold
I am a conundrum, a million scattered puzzle pieces
I am the hypothesis that obliterates your thesis 


Copyright © ChiquitaChiamaka Baity | Year Posted 2011

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I CAN'T GO ON WITHOUT YOU EMOTIVE WRITE

The poem must begin with .. And the cemetery was then continue with your poem

And the cemetery was shrouded in a veil of early morning mist which rose eerily from the grey granite and marble graves. Desperately searching I crept silently from gravestone to gravestone. My breath came out in tiny white clouds as soft white snowflakes performed pirouettes, falling like a downy blanket over the cold marble. Eventually I came across your final resting place I recognised the two golden cherubs, carved on either side of your headstone Gently I brushed away the snow and traced your names with my fingertip It had only been a few weeks since you had fallen asleep forever How I longed to hold you and sing you both a lullaby But it was too late and you lay together in the arms of Jesus I placed two red roses on the snowy pillow Then lay down and waited for the sleeping pills to take effect So we could be reunited in death Submitted to Laura Loo's Best sad poem ever contest. Fictional write for ‘And the Cemetery Was’ contest sponsored by Broken Wings 05~17~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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The Trials of Meretrix Canto I

When your befuddled mind
Forsakes upon the ragged edge
Of swirling darkness;
Where eternal night awaits
To sate upon purest innocence
Besides an open grave!
When the gravity of your perils
Be foully whispered within
Dismayed
And abject earshot;
Where salvation for despairing souls
Be so hopelessly betrayed!

Then I wouldst draw ye, Meretrix,
As I should draw a sharpened 
Blade,
Fixing you like a point against some
Long forgotten star;
Nightly pushing my jealous eye
Through the convex lens 
Hidden within the ground and 
Polished jar:
Searching you out, my Meretrix,
So many infinite distances away -
So many, many light years afar!

Thus will I circumnavigate Heavens
Turbulent Oceans...
When Sailing through the convoluted 
Worm that coincides
Inside a Gravitons diminished tides
That still grind upon this cluttered 
Bar;
An indomitable ship made ready
And waiting,
Pressed hands mustered to do my
Bidding...
And I, Pensive, coldly deliberating...
A man apart,
Pouring over tattered parchments
Revealing a secret and ancient chart.

Let now the keel take the weight
Of the dullened anchor
So her draft may rise upon the 
Waves,
Point her midships towards open 
Harbour -
Bring down hard the lash
Over the breaking backs of my most
Submissive slaves!
Cast of the hempen Moonbeams
From the creaking capstans -
For tis your Captain that stands
Before all assembled and subjected
Company:-
Beat the drum roll,
Sound the bugle -
Helmsman...Swing abouts her rude 
Prow 
Into the endlessly, glowering spumes 
Of the great, spangled sea!

So wonder ye, Meretrix,
Upon these swelling orbs that 
Dutifully and daily undertake to climb;
Igniting the dark shadows
Thrown across alien landscapes
Of such variable and strange design;
Retreating Moons who leer
reflectively
When so forcefully compelled to 
Reluctantly shine.
O Majestically rolling spheres 
Churning with the intensity
Of a billion flaming desires!
They that penetrate the abysmal
Depths,
They that thrust into the
Secretive lushness of dense and
Verdant shires.

Cosmic furnaces, 
Forging thee Essential Elements,
Fueled by self-perpetuating  fusion
Pyres;
Spewing forth in Supernova
Explosion -
Amidst immense rage of Heavenly 
Fires!
Each spinning on a singular point
Spun by a hidden, and much
Ingeniously confounding, 
Far more subtler art.
The fantastic masses an irresistible 
Attraction,
Upon all celestial bodies,
Doth, therefore, by effect,  hereby
Impart.



Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2015

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A Midsummer Dream

Elusive sÓft whispers on lavender breeze “cÓme with me, follÓw me, set yÓur heart free” In sun-dappled shade, ‘neath the Óld apple tree, drinking liquor Óf gÓld as it d r i p s through the leaves.
** original colours are green and gold, but it doesn't appear I can do that here. No worries, just hope it doesn't lose too much effect by being black & white :)


Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

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Figment

I travelled to the world of figments
A place of two dimensional beauty
Air brushed perfection
I tried to look beyond manufactured proportions
Pasted on smiles
Glowing skin

I did not belong there
Not tall enough
Broad enough
I smiled my crooked smile
Reached out to touch a hand
Caress a perfect breast
Kiss those luscious lips
She vanished from my finger tips

No substance there
In the land of perfect hair
Sexy eyes that stare
Yet no one is there
Just a figment of my mind
In a studio designed

Yet sadly for us 
Figments seem so real
They effect 
The way we feel
We can never get enough
We dress like them
We want their stuff
Searching for those hollow dreams
Amongst the pages of a magazine
Trying to create the perfect scene 

I must Step away 
Clear my mind
Choose a pathway redefined
Chase what's real
Not fab design
Those empty dreams were never mine

Figments can never satisfy
Two dimensions are cold and dry
What they call a dream
Is all a lie
I take back my life
So that I can fly


The power of the media makes people feel less than they are.
Time to take back the power and see ourselves in a new light.
Embrace three dimensional beauty and strive to be the one
and only incomparable one of a kind.









Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Fang Decay

Dracula needed dentures,
That's the story I've been told
The man was getting up in age,
Nearly seven centuries old!

He refused to see a dentist,
While losing his fatal bite
He soon became a laughing stock,
Not a soul feared him at night!

The Transylvanian Drooler,
His newly appointed name
He lost his reputation,
His bite was rather lame!

Each time he'd suck a neck,
His victims failed to succumb
He had no fangs to penetrate,
For all he could do was "gum!"

No more humiliation!
It was time to buy some teeth;
His remaining shred of dignity,
Sank to the gutters beneath!

A brand new set of choppers,
Created a lovely smile
Soaring back to action,
Has always been his style!

Behold, another damsel,
How could she escape?
He swooped around the corner,
Binding her with his cape!

He took one mighty bite,
With very little effect
When he tried to pull away,
His teeth were stuck in her neck!

His face turned red as a beacon,
What a mockery to the undead
His victim cried with laughter,
Then smacked him across the head!

Dracula quit the business,
Heeding retirement's call
Suckin' down Bloody Marys,
Toothless and gummin' a straw! 


Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2013