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When February Feels Like May by bauer, ilene
February Feints by lawless, John
February Snow by Babbit, DM
FEBRUARY 13TH by Walkingshoes , Anderson
remembering february by Ricci, Lisa
My Name is 14 February by POET, Drencho
February Thoughts by Gulley, Sharon
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Fourteenth day of February by Allen, Stephanie

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- FEBRUARY -



The ground is chained in frozen iron
Snow crystals glued on pine cones
Overhangs embroideries of polished ice
The wind shakes and shatters them into millions of pieces


Slowly more brightness toward longer days
A new light is born across a white landscape
With its beauty and bliss a squirrel in a pine tree
Thoughts and reflections how beautiful it is







04.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016


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All Lives Matter

Fear is what they clothe them in.
Fear of losing their life because of one mistake.
Fear of losing their life because an officer is having 
a bad day.

Some say it's not racism;
"It's police brutality."
Whatever you call it, I can't 
help but ask "where is humanity?"

Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons.
Teaching them to fight back with silence
but that is no weapon compared to a gun.

Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice
over their lives.
Societies getting tired of it all-
starting riots and constructing strikes.

How many more time will history repeat itself?
Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups
as help?

All lives matter despite of their race.
All lives matter despite their mistakes.

In times such as these justice will demand to be served.
No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured.

Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure.
Because all lives matter and we need to protect them;
no matter the measure.


Copyright © Amber Binford | Year Posted 2014


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Statuary Gray

White overpowers winter’s array
and you fear color will never show. 
For blanketed within a bland duvet
depression deepens like falling snow.

Skeletal trees form sculptures of clay
their edges defined by a sharp breeze.
And stenciled a statuary gray,
branches like fragmented fingers freeze.

The frigid air wrestles your breath away
accompanied by unyielding cold.
And muting the sound of children’s play
melancholy thoughts strengthen their hold.

Deepening pot holes cause nerves to fray
and anger broods within shadows cast.
For folks speculate on spring's delay
dashing hopes that this weather won’t last.

Purple and scarlet tint the sun’s rays
yet sunset chills you to the bone.
For when dusk dims on such dreary days
you feel abandoned and all alone.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015


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Waiting In The Wing

Sunbeams weave in-between
twigs of skeletal trees.
And a web of shadows
dance with each feisty breeze.

A silver sky shimmers
like cheap carnival glass.
And a fickle sun is
too weak for blades of grass.

Snow accumulates on
branches that crack and break.
And bow down to the ground
with the weight of each flake.

Sugar maples run dry
not even one sweet drip.
And snowmen aren’t melting
frozen in Winter's grip.

Spring's not on stage just yet
she's waiting in the wing.
And I can hardly wait
for the flowers She’ll bring. 


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015


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ELEMENT OF WATER-BEARER


Unorthodox, this water- bearer rules,
an Aquarian god moody yet calm in the
face of persistent winds…his pail of wine
gushing on mouths of February streams,
like an outpour into first night’s cycle
of unpredictable moves, reigning like
a  prince-in-waiting, this heir
from brazen  garnet stars: 

Oh, his vision is light years ahead of time;
breaking from clasps of tradition,
his maverick streaks defy life's norms
and while he dives into a crest of independence,
fool he is for needing warmth and affection.
Yet,a blend of hermit's pride and gentleness
dares the element of air to brew a storm,
then romances the lusty sea of love in a flash...
pray tell, how can one define a mystery?



------------
Brian Strand's  Contest No 214


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014


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This Beautiful

This Beautiful

close your eyes now and dream of lands
we'll build our future upon those sands
open your ears now and let me whisper
let me tell you how we'll get there

hold my hand now and feel so safe
we'll be flying high above everyone else
rest your head now on my shoulder
even when we stop this feeling's not over

until the horizons of your heartbeat
to the earth beneath your feet
beyond the warmth of your breathe
I'll never let go, of this beautiful

open your heart now and let love inside
see what i see looking into your eyes
wrap your arms around and hold on tight
that feeling of you too much to embrace

open your eyes now awake to your sunrise
you are my day and my sweet night
close your eyes now and where they met
we will grow old underneath your sunset

until the horizons of your heartbeat
to the earth beneath your feet
beyond the warmth of your breathe
I'll never let go, of this beautiful

no matter where we end
we'll have found the kingdom
that place inside your heart
that place we've dreamed of...

until the horizons of your heartbeat
to the earth beneath your feet
beyond the warmth of your breathe
I'll never let go, of this beautiful


Copyright © Andrew Resital | Year Posted 2015


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When February Feels Like May

When February feels like May
And skies are blue instead of gray,
We flock outdoors, but do not know
Which way our clothing needs to go.

Winter jacket? Much too warm;
Lots of beads of sweat will form.
Sweater? Sweatshirt? Poncho? Fleece?
Doubts won’t let me leave in peace.

Short-sleeved shirt and if I do,
Does that mean I’ll get the flu?
Tights or socks or do I dare
Go out with feet and toesies bare?

I’m obsessing, I admit.
There are reasons, though, for it.
Temps today are just a tease
For tomorrow we will freeze.


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2018


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February Feints

February Feints

February creeps across the mud
chuckling
knowing it is not her milieu
snickering
as she tats snowflakes
whistling
as she scatters them
icily
on freshly chilled winds.


©2/19/2018

submitted to – STANDARD CONTEST NO 70
sponsor – Brian Strand


Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2018


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Lost Identity: View point of a slave

Why is my skin color different?
Did God make me this way?
When he made me, did he have
intentions on me being a slave?

And I thought we were all brothers,
including all the ones of different colors.

But why are they beating and hurting the others.
Someone save me, I didn't choose this life.
These scars, they've carved me with the sharpest
knives.

All I have is my faith.
Because if I'd held on to anything else
it'd be theres to take.

What is it that I ask for?
Equality, I preach.
Something small to you, 
but makes a difference
for me.

Whipping, spitting, hitting on me.
Raping our women in your wife's sheets.
Taking our children and turning them into workers.
No sense of empathy, grief or composer.

For the brotha' on my left and my sista' on the right,
with the courage that I hold I will continue to fight.
You have taken away my freedom, and most of my life.
But what you have failed to obtain is my state of mind.

Go ahead work my body, and do all that you please.
This is just a shell anyway, it's not coming with me.
You spit, you laugh, thinking you gained the world.
You think you have power because you've raped a young girl.

Stand tall sir with all of that pride.
And go ahead and hold it until the day that you die.
But your day will come when you'll fall to your knees.
Feeling the burn on your body from the whips you've given me.

"The LORD is my sheppard,"
I continue to say.
While my soul goes up as God takes me away.
I wish you peace with smile on my face,
knowing that God teaches the fullness of grace.




Copyright © Amber Binford | Year Posted 2014


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A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless


Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013


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No Love in Montreal, A Hockey Rivalry

Saturday, February the 14th of the year 2015
It's no Valentine's Day in the Great White North
It's the big Hockey Night in Canada
And to these fans, it's a night of epic rivalry

Saturday nights with the blue and white
Trying to play with all their might
Saturday nights with le bleu, blanc, et rouge
Trying to play all the way through

When the moment the puck drops,
A person's normal heartbeat stops
When the instant the puck hits the ice,
A rival's heartbeat is anything but nice

Toronto Maple Leafs - the long shot team
Will bring their honor to battle for this rivalry
Montréal Canadiens - the big shot team
Will bring their torch to burn on this rivalry

Two teams will battle for a victory right
Only one team will have victory upon being loyal
As for this Valentine's Day hockey night
There will be no love in Montreal


Copyright © Nileisha Giselle Deliz Diana | Year Posted 2015


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- Haiku X 46 -The Beauty of Spring -

 


   Born from soil SNOWDROPS
   ICY wind, frost in the ground
   An early SPRING signs 





   15.02.2015
   A-L Andresen :)
   Copyright © All Rights Reserved



Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015


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You

Roses are red like the color of my heart.
Violets represent the color of my face when I'm with you.
I know this is a bit cheesy but I...
Will say that you represent Aphrodite.
You're so cute like a kitten sleeping.
Or maybe a box full of puppies?
You make the word "emo" make me think of "emotes" and
The only emote I do is "loving you".
You could cut a C-Section in me and see all the butterflies.
My hands are almost broken from all the roses I picked for you.
The word "LOVE" to me means:
L - I love you , O - I love you , V - I love you , E - I love you
I'm not that creative like a 5 year old but...
You make me think of "Legos".
I can fit all of the pieces to build us together happily ever after!
I want to hug you like how I hug my pillow at night,
And when I fall asleep, I dream of you...
I wish I had more time to name reasons on why I love you,
But the hourglass I have shattered and 
It would take me more time to fix everything...
And let's be honest... No one would try to fix that stuff.
You also remind me of a scary roller-coaster.
I'm not saying you're scary but that good feeling people get when it
feels like their soul is being taken, because you take mine away.
I think I'm out of clever ways to say "You are amazing".
Maybe you could change this and help me find more.
I just want you to know that I love you, I love you, I love you.
So, as to what I was saying earlier:
Roses are red, Violets are blue
I Love You.


Copyright © Norbin Tiru | Year Posted 2014


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As Time Goes on

The days of March are dark and drear.
In April rain clouds still appear.
By May the weatherman we cheer,
And June is here, and June is here.

July brings forth the perfect rose.
In August we take off our clothes.
September we must don our hose,
And summer goes, and summer goes.

October the cool breezes blow.
November brings a hint of snow.
December time is all aglow,
Bright gifts with bow, bright gifts with bow.

In January a deep freeze.
Small February is a tease.
Bold March once more will try to please.
Time to plant peas, time to plant peas.

6/18/13


Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013


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Jessica McCord: Selfish Assassin

It was February 2002 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF No Way Out), that Jessica McCord and her then-husband, Jeff, killed Alan Bates and his new wife, Terra. Before their deaths, Alan "A.B." was in a custody battle against his ex-wife to have determined who'll have gotten full custody of their two daughters (born in 1990 and '92). The custody hearing might have taken place in November 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, WWF Rebellion, and WWF Survivor Series), but not until December 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF Vengeance), when the lady had spent that time in jail for skipping custody hearings more than twice. It seems that Jessica had disapproved of both of her daughters having the late Terra for their step-mother. the only two things that describes Jessica McCord are selfish and a coward. She selfishly pulled both of her daughters out of their respective schools, she hid them away so that her late ex-husband couldn't gain full access to them, and/or whatever. So, the fact that Jessica McCord had used her own daughters as a pair of pawns as if she's been playing a game of chess had made the late Mr. Bates, the attorneys, and Birmingham Police officers of Birmingham, Alabama, very sick. The lady, Jessica, was afraid that the judge would grant Alan and his new wife, Terra, full custody of the girls, so she and Jeff killed them; thereby dumping both of their bodies in a burned-down car outside Atlanta, Georgia (aka Hotlanta, aka Dirty South, and aka ATL). Jessica McCord may have tried to label her late ex-husband as a bad guy, but no one bought it, not even her in-laws, the prosecutors, and the judge. She knew that she and her husband were going to get caught; they knew it. And where is Jessica McCord as of February 2003 (WWE Raw, WWE SmackDown!, and WWE No Way Out/World Wrestling Entertainment's first 'No Way Out' pay-per-view event, ever)? She's in prison, along with her then-loser husband, Jeff McCord, serving a life sentence in prison with no possibility of parole. Ms. McCord should've gotten the death penalty, but that's the way the law works. And as far as the Bates family, the entire community of Birmingham, and the two daughters are concerned, prison is exactly where they belong. Well, it looks like the ghosts of Alan and Terra Bates will be haunting the two-then McCords for life. Let's hope that the Bates sisters don't suffer the same fate their father and step-mother did. And if I see the Bates sisters in person, there's just no telling.


Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011


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AQUARIUS I AM

Clearly I am I.  
Carrier of EARTHS  NECTAR.
CONSTELLATION AQUARIUS.
Truth turns a TRANSPARENT BLUE.
WATER BEARER  I AM.
AQUARIUS AM I.
HONESTLY NO SCHEMES ALLOWED
I  AM  I, CLEARLY I AM 
AQUARIUS I  TAKE  A SOLEMN BOW
AQUARIUS  TO  AQUARIUS
AMEN 
AGAIN
AMEN


Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2014


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My Valentine

I lovingly waited for my Valentine
just to find out, he wasn't mine.

My emotions poured out and my 
tears were scattered, as they fell
to the floor, and shattered.

What a fool I must have seemed
to have fallen prank to Cupid's
day dreams.

Your wink of a eye or tender brush
by, didn't mean you were to be my Valentine.


Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015


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VALENTINE'S DAY

My friends have always hated Valentine's Day.
They ridiculed the pimply-faced boys
Whose hormone-infused offerings
Smell of Axe cologne and sweaty palms.

Greater the mocking of pubescent princesses
Who prance and twirl and collect tokens
From admirers like shells on a beach, oooing and aahing
Over anything shiny or colorful.

I have always been neutral. Red is not my color.
Chocolate breaks me out. And I am allergic to roses.
I was raised on Disney movies, however, and am not immune
To the power a real love story inspires.

So while I never actively sought to steal
The heart of a young, handsome prince,
I didn't hate the thought that some Valentine's Day I might be the recipient
Of some amorous male attention.

What I didn't know is that there was a deadline.
Like Cinderella, I had a clock ticking
But no fairy Godmother to turn back the hands.
And the stakes were much higher than a glass shoe and a pumpkin.

There's an old song my mother used to waltz around the kitchen singing:
"Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay
Love isn't love til you give it away."
Catchy, romantic, but not very real!

The trouble was, no matter how much love I had in my heart,
I couldn't give it away. Nobody would want it.
My heart was broken. Not like when a lover cheats on you,
But literally, as in no returns, VERY-limited-lifetime-warranty broken.

And as my twenty-fifth Valentine's Day approached,
I was in a hospital, knowing that my happy ending wasn't to be.
Despite the many attractive interns that surrounded me,
Flirtily discussing my deteriorating cardiac status, the ball was over.

Everyone had tried to find me a match,
But it looked like the transplant gods 
Were even worse shots than that little demon Cupid.
My date for Valentine's Day this year would be St. Peter.

And I was ok with that. I had a good run.
So when I closed my eyes the night of February 13th, 
I was ready for what came next. Or so I thought.
But instead, like another favorite fairytale princess I admired, I woke up.

The light got brighter, and sound was added.
Beating -- a strong, steady rhythm, one I hadn't heard in a long time.
This must be heaven, I thought, 
Wondering why it looked just like a hospital?

"Happy Valentine's Day," gushed a young, fresh-faced nurse
Whose scrubs were adorned with hearts
And tiny Cupids, bows loaded for bear.
"You almost missed it!"

"Where am I?" I stammered?
Although it was obvious I was hooked to as many or more machine as before
And I felt an INTENSE pain in the area of my chest,
I also noticed I was speaking easier, mostly because I was breathing easier.

"Cardiac surgical intensive care."
She went on to tell me that a young man died in a motorcycle crash the night before
And his heart was a perfect match for me. He wanted to donate his organs,
And all I was allowed to know was his first name, Emir.

Long story short, after an extended recovery,
My health is the best it has ever been!
I play tennis, actually go to the gym I belong to,
And no longer introduce myself as: "The girl with the limited lifetime warranty."

Before I knew it, Valentine's Day was upon us again.
I had no boyfriend, but I felt happier than ever!
Still, I felt my recovery wouldn't be complete
Unless I could somehow find a way to wrap up the story of my special Valentine's gift.

Rules are strict, and I couldn't find any more information
On the young man unless his family chose to reveal it.
And apparently, they didn't. So I had to be satisfied
With just looking up the meaning of "Emir," and finally I understood.

On that special Valentine's Day, not only did I wake up like a fairytale princess,
But a young man truly gave me the greatest gift of love imaginable: his heart.
Not metaphorically, but literally, giving with no hope of receiving back.
An unmatched gift of love from a man I never even met.

And the meaning of my rescuer's name?
Well, that's what makes my story worth telling!
Because my research found that "Emir" means "Charming Prince."
And that is how I knew I would live happily ever after.










Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2016


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Snuggle Together -Triplet-

In this nasty weather birds of a feather all snuggle together. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Feb.7/2013 I had come up with this poem late last night and wanted to get it penned today, so I wouldn't forget about it.


Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015


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February Funny Bone


In the month of February 'twas fate
We chose our special wedding date
        A love, I cannot explain
        Couldn’t wait to take his name
So why do I still hyphenate?       


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 30, 2012
for Linda-Marie's February Funny Bone contest

First place finish


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012


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Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".




Copyright © Meghan Palmer | Year Posted 2013


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LITTLE LOCAL MAN

Where I live upon a hill,
there is a little local man.
He walks daily into town.
I see him as I drive by.
He loves his food
and I know why.

He arrived in my locale.
Slim, fit and strong.
Something has gone wrong.
I do believe he is unemployed. 
Cannot afford a car.
Lucky shop is not so far.

Down the hill, bag in hand.
Empty as the wind.
Returns laden down.
Getting breathless now.
Half way back.
Carrying his big tummy sack.

Silly little local man.



Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016


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Talk to me

Talk to me
of vineyards
pungent with 
basil and thyme,
of fireflies, 
shooting stars, 
and long hot
summer nights.
For winter
has gone on 
much too long.


Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2014


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Ice Cold Out

Touching  any metal un-gloved,
Turns skin to tin, fingers on fire,
Breathing inside what’s above,
Kindles lungs to a stinging pyre.
Exhaled steam is white as a dove.
Some find refuge wearing eider attire,
But hours exposure ends the tropical cove.
After a while the icy novelty tires,
As keeping calm means the need to move.
Snowmen dread mercury higher,
For melting’s their fateful groove.
Winter’s funeral march has its criers,
But in shivering’s end there is no lost love.


Copyright © Chaim Wilson | Year Posted 2014


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New Day

its a new day i've gotta make a million today

and either way they gon hate so never mind what they say

i look in the mirror to move past the passe

i work to turn fear into yesterday

my ambition is pitiless

bottomless, hideous

if happiness can exist only in acceptance

please accept the fact im happiest in independence

please accept me and my introspection

please accept my need for more than just reflection

an outward projection of my innermost imperfections

self-expression leading to self-correction

i'm here, now, the clouds have all lifted

some soul food for the unrepressed and the afflicted

its like my whole mindset has shifted

imagine evidence more twisted, its vivid and unrestricted

unscripted, i can't tell whether im committed or addicted



the people want eden but these leaders won't lead'em

the newsfeeds feed'em but the legions need freedom

i am nothing and should be everything

i hope that one day ill settle for many things


Copyright © Ap Moon | Year Posted 2015