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Light On the Devil's Chord - Dear Lucifer

I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I? 
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw 
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown

There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me

What I will never be

Dear Lucifer,
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013


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The Flame

           PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets

           APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery frog
beside a silent somber bog

The Flame, a ripple, all alone
alit on leaves where birds had flown
The aching twigs began to moan
A rising breeze began to groan

The Flame arrayed an ancient oak 
with torrid tongues and veils of smoke
A beaver bailed, the dam had broke
The leery frog soon ceased to croak

The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair,
consuming crowns with utmost care
A crazed coyote fled her lair,
left in the lurch bewildered bear

The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,
enkindled cats and caribou
Remaining... not a residue,
as reeking vapors bade adieu

The Flame revealed her strength unshackled
Flora, fauna crisped and crackled
Fire Witches clucked and cackled
One more forest stripped, then hackled

           EPILOGUE
The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there


Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2012


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When We Were Young

When we were young we loved our fairy tales
A frog could  be a prince with just one kiss
Each cloud a boat where dreamers could set sail
Imagination was the great abyss

Too soon we grew and lost our innocence
Found out that swords are never pulled from stones
That dreams come true but only with expense 
And happy ever after's come and gone

Yet some of us still wish upon a star
Believe that rainbows come with pots of gold
Reality is life for most comes hard
And love like water runs both hot and cold

Like you I wish that fairy tales came true
But grown ups know they very seldom do



   by Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016


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A Prince for Roseanne

A long long time ago there lived a king. His lovely daughter he’d give anything. She walked about, jewels dripping from each hand, talking down to all, thinking she was grand. There was but one thing missing from her life. But not one prince desired her for his wife. Her personality repulsed all men. They’d meet her once, then not see her again. Her father found for her one rich old king but she preferred young, handsome and charming. One day the perfect suitor came along. This handsome man wooed Roseanne with a song. How beautiful his voice! How sweet his face. A man was he of talent and of grace. The opposite of spoiled Roseanne was he. The king arranged their wedding anxiously! However, no one knew from whence he came. Though very rich, this young prince had no fame. How was it he could even stand Roseanne, the princess from whom all the others ran? He had so much. Why waste it all on her? Despite good looks, Roseanne had no allure. One thing he asked for. This is what he said: “Inside my castle we must both be wed.” The wedding guests felt great relief and bliss, for Roseanne soon would get her first true kiss! But unbeknownst to them, the handsome man Roseanne was marrying had his own plan. When he was young, a witch on him had cast a spell! It would be broken now at last! The ceremony started. Vows were said. The prince then raised the veil from his wife’s head. He softly kissed her lips. Then something weird! The castle they all stood in disappeared. The wedding guests waist-high in water stood. The prince changed too, and he did not look good. His voice so beautiful became a croak. The king stood there about to have a stroke! The splendid castle had become a bog; The groom leaped happily – once more a frog! Written March 5, 2017 Entry for John Hamilton's the Best rhyming poem 3 Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017


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Happy Solitude, COLLABORATION WITH POET DESTROYER A

(This theme coincidentally matched up with another contest I recently
entered, so I revised my sonnet and then PD graciously extended this
idea of a day of happy solitude. Thanks, Linda, for keeping it in sonnet
form! It's a double sonnet now!)


Happy Solitude/Andrea Dietrich In solitude, I watch the clear blue sky.  Leaves flutter on the grand majestic oak  beneath which I am sitting;. Swallows fly  around me, swooping! Now I hear a croak -  a sound that I am sure I’d never hear  if I were on a busy city street.  I stand and walk around. The sound is near.  The feeling that I get is rather sweet  when finally I spot there on the pond  the tiny frog that’s serenading me.  Crops rippling in the breeze I see beyond  my shaded spot. I'm running - feeling free.  Inside a field with flowers everywhere,  I'm whirling as the sunlight gilds my hair!  -----  Like the sun, I sit and explore the view  A sensation, of everything I lust  Feelings I found myself unequal to  Yellow leaves fall to the ground like gold dust  Once, I reached to touch a lonely rock  The sounds return back into the shadows  I felt trapped by the beauty as I walk  Suddenly branches hung like the gallows  In slow motion, with no reason to stray  Facing down, the new founding sound follows  The croak in the water echoes with play  Captivated, by the flies it swallows  A young, peaceful feel, indulging in fun  I shall kiss and see if he's the right one  ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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The Mysterious Gift

She walked along the narrow path
along the side of the lonely stream.
Her golden hair was wet
and stuck haphazardly to her face.
That face that was so tanned
fruit of summer swimming
in the lake nearby.
Her hands were cupped,
one over each other.
It's a present for you, said she.
I wondered what she hid.
She smiled and pirouetted
lively on the wet dewy grass.
Made as if to turn back 
then stuck out her tongue.
Come get your present, she taunted.
I was slightly irritated
but decided to comply.
Slowly, she pleaded,
and opened her hand.
Out jumped a small green frog,
and sprang into the stream.
She laughed, a melody of joy.
Was I like the frog?
Was I a prisoner of her love?
Only to escape when she lets go?
I smiled and hand in hand
we turned back home.

23 April 2017

POTW 30 April 2017


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017


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- The Demons Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror -

The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest” known for evil, death,
and lost souls. This tale passeth from generation to generation,
to the present, and still frightens all people who hear its grim
message as it sends an icy-cold chill that stabs the heart of one’s
holy eternal soul!

A young boy who just turned six years heard this tale so told
by both of his parents who shivered with a great palpable fear.
Their story of the Devil’s Demon of the Dark Forbidden Forest
mesmerized this young lad, giving him gruesome nightmares,
whereby the Devil’s Demon whispers cruelly to him in the 
darkest corners of his mind and in his deepest moments of sleep!

The young boy’s recurring nightmares show him running each
night deep into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest while both 
shouting and screaming his desire to see and to serve this foul
Demon of the Wild, while forsaking Almighty God in his thoughts!
This ghastly dream world each night is like morphine to his brain,
as this young boy suffers, feeling the chains of its merciless torment!

But this story of the boy is now 22 years ago as he’s progressed on
to manhood—driven to the very depths of depravity and insanity
as he witnesses nightly in his padded cell the evil actions of both
Ghouls and Ghosts who’d open up the graves of past rotting souls.
This insane young man now sings paeans with a fulsome alacrity
as he celebrates the shrill and haughty cry of the Devil’s Demon!

Does anyone really believe in happy fairy tales when Hell itself
corrupts the mind and spirit of the young and unsuspecting?

Does anyone believe a young fairy princess who kisses a frog
and says that the frog is now a dashing, noble prince?

Does anyone really understand and believe there are real monsters
who roam the maze of one’s mind crying now into a dark abyss,
while Goblins and Ghosts float freely robbing the living of breath?

The Dark Forbidden Forest of this evil lore does indeed exist, and
it lives freely in the dreams of young village children so frightened 
and terrified by the dark-demonic-visage of a bile-black-blooded 
Bogeyman who resurrects himself nightly in their true dreams of a 
sweet innocence in the place where scars are born every waking day,
as the lid of terror is lifted open, spewing legends and tales of the
macabre stealing the very life-force of heartbeats leading to Death! 

The local people of this legend in the village of Gpeth Tor speaketh 
freely of shrunken heads in large glass jars deep in the bowels of the
Forbidden Forest, where the threshold of pain and absolute madness
knows no bounds of moderation, and tortured beings and lost souls
cry out loudly as the Dark One takes his due while the broken bones
of those who remain are crossed—weighted so heavy like an anchor!

Invisible and evil forces at the Devil’s command have taken control
of the Forbidden Forest, where nasty beasts with a rabid blood thirst
for torture live in the very cells of the chained and forgotten souls who 
have lost their way to Almighty God and His Angels in Heaven above.

Grotesque stories still abound to the present time in this century of the
perverse and maledictory nature of this dark forest that borders so close
to the ancient village of Gpeth Tor—of what can happen to those who
dare to speak of the unspeakable, as Specters of the Undead feast upon 
the heartbeats of innocent victims until they are fully consumed, and
their souls are condemned to an unending damnation and agony!

It’s been so many years since I graced my presence again in this ancient
“Village of the Damned.” Mea Culpa! Forgive me! A difficult journey!
I’ve now lost my way into the light and to the holy path to God Himself.

Gpeth Tor and its people live on into this twenty-first century as it is.
The frightful memories and presence of the Forbidden Forest are real,
and are still devouring the very living thoughts and ideals of the young.
Many moons later the sacrilege of this reality still lurks and crawls now
beneath one’s own human flesh as the divine answers to “God’s Truth”
lay, locked far away in the depths of Lucifer’s Kingdom here on Earth!


Gary Bateman, Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam McDaid
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 20, 2016 (Gary)
September 10, 2016 (Anne-Lise)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016


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In Solitude

In solitude, I watch the clear blue sky.
Leaves flutter on the grand majestic oak
beneath which I am sitting; swallows fly
around me, swooping! Now I hear a croak -
a sound that I am sure I’d never hear
if I were on a busy city street.
I stand and walk around. The sound is near.
The feeling that I get is rather sweet
when finally I spot there on the pond
the tiny frog that’s serenading me.
Crops rippling in the breeze I see beyond
my shaded spot. I soon must leave my tree.
Red sunset I will watch before I creep
in quiet of the night back home to sleep!

For Line Gauthier's The Beauty of Solitude Poetry Contest



Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015


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''shades of nature''

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and in my dream- I find myself in a lush forest
dripping wet with life, steamy and sultry
I am one with nature and with the aqua drifting water
oh, the soft moss and the wet lime ferns
I float in tranquility and beneath me water reeds grow, swaying
so many hues of greens and colors dwelling in harmony
juniper, sage, olive, blue, pine
emerald green of a little frog and dark brown of a crocodile
small yellow little fish kiss my toes
  a lovely fushia flower, an orange snake slithers
    a fluttering purple butterfly, a blue bird sings sweetly
      green twining vines, meandering in the dark foliage
        my sage eyes, whisper come fall into the lush depths with me
I will take you to a world full of utter peace
where all beautiful shades of nature, mingle and entwine

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May 18, 2016 (re-edit)


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Second Place
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Also entered in the Recitation Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016


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The Billabong

There’s an old river course with beginning and end,
now the river runs straight without this river bend,
where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong.
New life has taken over in a billabong.

The mat rush is spreading replacing the sedge,
and old fallen gum trees lean in from the edge
creating a haven in the shelter below
for smelt or gudgeon, and the common minnow.

There’s a ring on the water, so danger is nigh,
and life is now over for one caddis fly.
Dragonflies hover on their predator flight, 
so mosquito and midges best keep out of sight.

There is many a song around a billabong 
to break up the still with an assembly throng
from birds of the forest, and wading birds too,
so the billabong offer is there to pursue...

... for blue heron and egret, coot and the teal,
and for the banded rail that the bulrush conceal.
In the billabong shadowed by gum and ti-tree, 
bellbirds are tinkling; wattlebirds disagree.

An oft-diving grebe keeps on searching for food
for the striped downy chicks of its latest brood,
and a hunting kingfisher waits keen for its prey 
from a twig of a gum tree it frequents all day.

There is many a scent around a billabong, 
filling the air with the perfume quite strong,
from black wattle and mint bush, or mistletoe
cascading from gum trees where only they grow.

Painted lady butterfly flit upon flowers,
and blue banded bees keep on working for hours
on lilies and orchids, heath, sweet appleberry
and clusters of flowers on a native cherry.

Ribbon weed, nardoo spread out in the shallow,
with buttercup, duckweed; an introduced mallow,
struggling for survival near the water line,
aiding coral pea that does lightly entwine.

The banks of a billabong are dangerous too
with predator snakes not so often in view,
but they are aware, that the growling grass frog 
will climb from the water onto an old log.

But tigers and copperhead, red-bellied black
often lay in the sun on an overgrown track,
where the wombat or wallaby travel along
to graze on native grasses near the billabong.

So life still carries on around the billabong
where water looks stagnant, a bond is still strong
with a river now rushing it’s way to the sea,
past the billabong living, where the course used to be.



Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015


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Seduce Me in Black and White


Seduce me in Black and White You reach toward my face and touch my lips Tracing the slightly raised pink curve of them gently - lightly - before the urge to kiss me seizes the opportunity Surrealistic sensations immortalize as our lips seek and lock Interchange of strange, new emotions flow as our tongues entwine Sun having a siesta under his canopy of clouds sends sombre golden light slanting through the old colonial blinds Enough for me to see ~ I want to see ~ Caressing fingers don’t stop as kisses linger moving in seductive circular motion Circling - tracing - moulding twin peaks to unashamed pertness Tantalising ripples course my body Like the soft waving flutter of butterflies winged kisses creating sensuous ripple upon ripple Of pure undulating pulsating I want to see ~ Fingers urgently move now to my navel circling, tracing, tinkling Like a pianist on his keys of black and white Are they really only two colours? Why then do they lilt a rainbow of colours to my ears? On my fevered skin caressing fingers script my Rhapsody The slow whirring beat of the ancient ceiling fan picks up a harmonic note of a solitary flute Wanting to add to the sultry scene It lends its own mysterious charm A tantalising urge to arch I want to feel ~ Impatient now for them to move further Fiery Desire entices curious fingers to touch dew that cumulates dusk to dawn on my awakening rose Exciting, enticing emotions The aromatic rapture floats me to you a tortuously slow feeling to satiate Propels bodies to engage I want to feel ~ I want to feel ~ I want to feel you A frog croaks discordantly outdoors Snapping me out of my reverie Startling me out of my romantic fantasy Eyes fall back on monochrome words of my book I long to dwell in this erotic moment Weaving the music into a mesmerising crescendo However The old wooden blades of the ceiling fan resume back to the rhythmic measured clickity clack The spell now broken I reach for my phone to call my lover He awaits my call …
Video Clip - Yanni - Romantic piano


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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These We'll Yet Destroy

Two owls charmed me
moments before I embarked
on the hours of industry to come.
Their silhouettes were dark and secretive,
their voices wistful and low.
I had a moment only to be soothed
with no thought to the truer meaning,
sinister and cruel,
of their flight from industry to come.
Mere yards from where I sleep
the tree has grown large 
much like its older cousin
mere yards from where I brood.
The loeries return
to a place that may once have been theirs,
and they speak with voices
almost as those of children.
They charm me as the owls.
In the small fertile garden
among acres of mortar and stone
and grass largely ignored,
I may see with fortune
the frog that enchants me,
the spider that does not much haunt me,
the serpent that surely does.
The Indian myna, relentless, imperious,
will not be denied.
The kind and mean idiosyncrasies   
gave them form and breath and motion,
and domain, before our domain.

26th July 2018



Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018


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My Alphabet

A a 	big A little a
                   What words start with the letter A
                       Alligator, Airplane, Apple
The alligator sneaked into the airplane to eat an apple.  Aa Aa Aa

B b 	big B little b
                   What words start with the letter B
                       Butterfly, Boy, Banana
A beautiful butterfly landed on the boy ’s nose while he ate a banana. Bb Bb Bb

C c	 big C little c
                    What words start with the letter C
                        Caterpillar, Candy, Car
I ate my sour caterpillar candy in the car. Cc Cc Cc

D d	 big D little d
                    What words start with the letter  D
                        Dog, Doll, Donkey
The dog took off with my doll with the donkey chasing him. Dd Dd Dd

E e	 big E little e
                    What words start with the letter E
                        Elephant, Ear, Eye
The elephant touched his ear and eye with his trunk. Ee Ee Ee

F f	 big F little f
                    What words start with the letter F
                        Fish, Flower, Frog
The frog sat on the lily flower while the fish swam around the pond. Ff  Ff  Ff

G g	 big G little g
                    What words start with the letter G
                        Goat, Giraffe, Grasshopper
Billy goat runs and jumps on the giraffe’s back to chase the grasshopper.  Gg Gg Gg

H h	 big H little h
                    What words start with the letter H
                        Hippopotamus, Heart, Hat
Harry the hippopotamus who has a big heart, wears his favorite hat. Hh Hh Hh

I i	 big  I little i
                     What words start with the letter I
                         Inchworm, Iron, Ice cream
The inchworm stayed away because the iron was hot and the ice cream was cold. Ii Ii Ii

J j 	big J  little j
                   What words start with the letter J
                       Jacket, Jeep, Jelly
I left my jacket in the jeep while I ate my jelly sandwich. Jj Jj Jj

K k	 big K  little k
                    What words start with the letter K
                         Kangaroo, Key, Kitten
Lulu the kangaroo wore a key on a chain around her neck while she carried the kitten in her pouch. Kk Kk Kk

L i	 big L little l
                    What words start with the letter L
                         Lizard, Ladybug, Lego
Charlie the lizard stops to see the ladybug climb up the Lego. Ll Ll Ll

M m 	big M little m
                   What words start with the letter M
                       Monkey, Mouse, Moon
The monkey and mouse sitting on a tree limb together looking at the man on the moon. Mm Mm Mm

N n	 big N little n
                    What words start with the letter N
                        Nose, Nest, Nut
Nancy the squirrel put her nose near the nest to smell the nut at the bottom. Nn Nn Nn

O o	 big O little o
                    What words start with the letter O
                        Ostrich, Orange, Owl
The ostrich saw the orange and ran over and swallow it so he didn’t have to share with the owl.  Oo Oo Oo

P p	 big P little p
                    What words start with the letter P
                         Pig, Pillow, Pumpkin
Piggy the pig lies on the pillow while he throws the pumpkin up in the air.  Pp Pp Pp

Q q	 big Q little q
                     What words start with the letter Q
                          Queen, Quarter, Quail
The Queen of hearts threw a quarter in the air and a quail flew by and caught it. Qq Qq Qq

R r	 big R little r
                    What words start with the letter R
                         Rabbit, Roster, Rocket
The rabbit and the rooster took a rocket ride to visit the moon. Rr Rr Rr

S s	 big S  little s
                    What words start with the letter S
                        Sun, Shovel, Snowman
The children played out in the sun using a shovel to make a snowman.  Ss Ss Ss

T t 	big T  little  t
                   What words start with the letter T
                        Ticket, Table, Train
I  left the ticket on the table for the train ride. Tt Tt Tt

U u	 big  U little  u
                     What words start with the letter U
                         Unicorn, Umbrella, Unicycle
The unicorn held an umbrella over his head so he wouldn’t get wet in the rain while riding his unicycle.  Uu Uu Uu

V             big V  little v
                    What words start with the letter V
                        Violin, Vegetables, Vase
The musician played his violin as he watched the vegetables grow in the vase. Vv Vv 
Vv

W w         big W little w
                    What words start with the letter  W
                        Watch, Watermelon, Wagon,
Watson looked at his watch to see if it was lunch time so he could eat his watermelon on the wagon. Ww Ww Ww

X x	 big X  little x
                    What words start with the letter X
                        Xebec, Xylophone, X-ray,
The sailors on the xebec played the ping, ping, ping music on the xylophone while on their way to deliver an x-ray to Xavier.   Xx Xx Xx

Y y 	 big Y little y
                    What words start with the letter Y
                         Yarn, Yo-Yo, Yogurt
The yarn broke loose on the yo-yo when Billy was doing a trick and it flew into the yogurt.  Yy Yy Yy

Z z	 big Z  little  z
                    What words start with the letter  Z
                         Zebra, Zipper, Zoo
The zebra zipped up the zipper on his jacket when it got cold at the zoo. Zz Zz Zz



By: Eve Roper 8/19/2015


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015


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Fantasy World

Was it real or in a dream
Wizards and kings, chocolate ice cream
Dinosaurs roamed from early morn
Flying zebras and a unicorn
Dancing in the sky from star to star
Travel the universe in a flying car
Make believe ship manned by pirates and thieves
And a tree that was covered with spearmint leaves
No one cared about silver or gold
We were children again who would never grow old
There was a horse in the field talking to a mule
My cat said horses can't talk, don't be a fool
I told my cat that the prince once was a frog
A firefly whispered your cat once was a dog
The earth began rumbling but I took it in stride
I just jumped on my rug for a magic carpet ride
I stopped on a mountain when I reached the peak
A polar bear asked me whom do you seek
I reached for the bear and he began to smoke
Then a penguin stopped by and told me a joke
I flew back to earth when I heard a bell toll
As fate would have it, I ran into a troll
He huffed and he puffed and smiled and said
Come have a conversation with my talking head
The head was a monster but I wasn't afraid
He said I'm getting a body as soon as I get paid
Then I walked down a road that was red and yellow
I noticed the shrubs were made of strawberry jello
Suddenly a space ship landed from out of the sky
In a field that was filled with banana cream pie
This may be hard to believe but i swear that it's true
As sure as my skin is green and my hair is blue.


Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2011


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To Be A Kid Once Again

This time I didn't need to remember what it was like to be a kid This time I didn't need to memorize when all the fun have been . This moment wasn't that moment of madness and responsibilities , this was a brief moment to live , I lived in my dream . How I danced , there I danced with the flutter of a butterfly ,over and over again. There I was , immersed in the body of a little brown eyed girl. Dressed up neatly in a white collar shirt ,and a navy blue pinafore dress. How I ran , I ran breathlessly in evergreen fields full of buds that barely blossomed through the eyes of women , and men . How I jumped , like a frog earning its freedom , doing my utmost to catch the sky, to reach the soaring hand-made kite ,that kept moving far and high. My left -hand never letting go of that special red balloon , it was mama's reward , that afternoon. Each following morning, so hard to get out of bed ,but that only lasted till I saw Uncle Frans'hat. How happy I was to sit on his lap ,, and listen to stories He read. How happy I was , to lick early raindrops that ran fresh down my cheeks, How different , from the once I feel when I'm out of my sleep. What moments to preserve....There , on the back seat of papa's new second-hand car , Our chitty chitty bang bang , travelled so far. There , me and my brother , our face against the wind, Open mouths , Indian sounds , humming along , waiting for tree-birds to sing. What a moment , of hide and seek, and musical chairs ,Of midnight mass and Christmas prayers . I lived them all .... Splashes of waves , and buckets on sands , Autumn's foliage , picnics , with cousins and friends. There I was , immersed in the body of a little girl with long noichettes french -braids swaying in the breeze , Playing hopscotch, out in vacant cobbled streets. This time I didn't need to remember what it was like to be a kid This time I was there, in the dream , I have lived . This time I tasted sweet honey before I 've been kissed Before years cursed the pink of my innocent lips .


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015


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- Wings Of Deep Beauty -


One floating away into the stars 
magically opening up windows 
a fairy princess flies royal
in a realm crowning regal kingdom 

Dazzling beautiful moonbeam's 
sparkling dew petal soft starlight 
touching moments gleam diamond 
caressing thoughts sweetest heart tenderly
 
Magic weaving ribbons spell
in desire softness shining warm light 
stroking warm dusting angel feathers 
enchanting lips under spell 
falling kissing beauty
 
Sweetly waves dance 
sure as the moon reflection rises 
a fairy tale dream begins gleaming
She stands there motionless form 
sparkling jewels spell bound blinding grace 

Sweetly filled by waves emotions pop from his kiss 
Pink champagne bubbles bursting flavors and roars in her blood 
Sensitive skin like a stormy sea crawling warmly underneath 
silver glittering dazzling in moon light reflections 

A golden rain with white water lilies 
Romeo and Juliet at the Opera - to be or not to be 
all waves crash and land on shores 
A beautiful love story under the moonlight 

Paddling lonely on his lily leaf 
he tasted lips the frog 
But this is something bigger ... 
touches heart and soul walking hand in hand 
paradise a droplet of dew falls spiritually 

Spiraling rippling fingers of energy 
a really beautiful adventure begins 
four chambers magically open up 
Touching warm caressing emotions softly 
inside an unknown world redeemed in light 

Time has shown me this simple truth 
That the light that shines from high above 
makes the whole world bright 
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows 
Waiting to blossom at the bright coming morn 

So true even in the darkest pits walking towards destiny 
eternally shining forever in the house of beauty 
Always warm miracle embracing 
rays flutter warmly angel feathers 
wings touching inside feathers of soft satin silk 
Dewdrops rainbow bouquet color sun shining gold 
brightly glimmering with hope 





  A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and 
  Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 30.12.2014 -
  Copyright © All Rights Reserved 


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014


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Frog

Forever
Rely
On
God

Faith is serving the lambs
Righteousness, right in God's eyes
Order and obedience to His commands
Grace and goodness shall lead to salvation


Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010


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- Comfortably Numb Feelings -


Oh now sad frog located on the sandy beach
Emotions raging around the body as an Icelandic volcano
burning holds in a vice grips deeply 
Stranded in the cemetery of broken hearts
It is as if parts of the heart where torn out
shreaded from the body without an anesthesia
Deep arrow strikes in Golden Sunshine beams
Maybe he worry for no reason
Warm thoughts sail faraway yonder
An endless sandy beach, white as snow
washed with the blue ocean in brilliant yellow sunlight
Singing dreams kissing lips hold an oasis close
She drinks his kiss as if one could never get enough
In the hot summer sun burning heart yearns


It does not matter what it is 
or where it leads them
as long as it creates an inner glow
Singing sizzles relighting loves croaking flames
Infatuation may be coming - but volatile
ignites when paper lips hold tears prisoner 
Positively resonated does not appear out of the blue
Falling salt seasoned spice
Trail seeking light
This is a powerful and invigorating moment
Jumping angry to paradise
Shedding the green shirt of a Queen
She was cold, but the sun stroked her
soft and warm over the cheeks





Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  26.06.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015


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Ferdinand


Ferdinand the frog was as mute as a swan
as his friends hopped to school one by one 
he would sit on the rocks and silently cry
as the rest of the frogs sang a sweet lullaby

His sister and brother both had a fine voice
While Ferdinand just watched; he had no choice
they would choose the best spot and harmonise 
serenading the group brought tears to his eyes

He puckered his mouth and pursed his lips
alas nothing came out except silence in drips
he stood on his back legs and tried to scream
but it was all in vain as he fell in the stream

It made him quite sad and his skin went pale
he broke out in warts, his health started to fail
his friends all gathered and laughed and joked
as Ferdinand slumped… then he finally croaked.

© 10/2/2014


Copyright © David Williams | Year Posted 2014


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The Demon's Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest” known for evil, death,
and lost souls. This tale passeth from generation to generation,
to the present, and still frightens all people who hear its grim
message as it sends an icy-cold chill that stabs the heart of one’s
holy eternal soul!

A young boy who just turned six years heard this tale so told
by both of his parents who shivered with a great palpable fear.
Their story of the Devil’s Demon of the Dark Forbidden Forest
mesmerized this young lad, giving him gruesome nightmares,
whereby the Devil’s Demon whispers cruelly to him in the 
darkest corners of his mind and in his deepest moments of sleep!

The young boy’s recurring nightmares show him running each
night deep into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest while both 
shouting and screaming his desire to see and to serve this foul
Demon of the Wild, while forsaking Almighty God in his thoughts!
This ghastly dream world each night is like morphine to his brain,
as this young boy suffers, feeling the chains of its merciless torment!

But this story of the boy is now 22 years ago as he’s progressed on
to manhood—driven to the very depths of depravity and insanity
as he witnesses nightly in his padded cell the evil actions of both
Ghouls and Ghosts who’d open up the graves of past rotting souls.
This insane young man now sings paeans with a fulsome alacrity
as he celebrates the shrill and haughty cry of the Devil’s Demon!

Does anyone really believe in happy fairy tales when Hell itself
corrupts the mind and spirit of the young and unsuspecting?

Does anyone believe a young fairy princess who kisses a frog
and says that the frog is now a dashing, noble prince?

Does anyone really understand and believe there are real monsters
who roam the maze of one’s mind crying now into a dark abyss,
while Goblins and Ghosts float freely robbing the living of breath?

The Dark Forbidden Forest of this evil lore does indeed exist, and
it lives freely in the dreams of young village children so frightened 
and terrified by the dark-demonic-visage of a bile-black-blooded 
Bogeyman who resurrects himself nightly in their true dreams of a 
sweet innocence in the place where scars are born every waking day,
as the lid of terror is lifted open, spewing legends and tales of the
macabre stealing the very life-force of heartbeats leading to Death! 

The local people of this legend in the village of Gpeth Tor speaketh 
freely of shrunken heads in large glass jars deep in the bowels of the
Forbidden Forest, where the threshold of pain and absolute madness
knows no bounds of moderation, and tortured beings and lost souls
cry out loudly as the Dark One takes his due while the broken bones
of those who remain are crossed—weighted so heavy like an anchor!

Invisible and evil forces at the Devil’s command have taken control
of the Forbidden Forest, where nasty beasts with a rabid blood thirst
for torture live in the very cells of the chained and forgotten souls who 
have lost their way to Almighty God and His Angels in Heaven above.

Grotesque stories still abound to the present time in this century of the
perverse and maledictory nature of this dark forest that borders so close
to the ancient village of Gpeth Tor—of what can happen to those who
dare to speak of the unspeakable, as Specters of the Undead feast upon 
the heartbeats of innocent victims until they are fully consumed, and
their souls are condemned to an unending damnation and agony!

It’s been so many years since I graced my presence again in this ancient
“Village of the Damned.” Mea Culpa! Forgive me! A difficult journey!
I’ve now lost my way into the light and to the holy path to God Himself.

Gpeth Tor and its people live on into this twenty-first century as it is.
The frightful memories and presence of the Forbidden Forest are real,
and are still devouring the very living thoughts and ideals of the young.
Many moons later the sacrilege of this reality still lurks and crawls now
beneath one’s own human flesh as the divine answers to “God’s Truth”
lay, locked far away in the depths of Lucifer’s Kingdom here on Earth!

Gary Bateman, Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam McDaid
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 20, 2016 (Narrative)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016


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Tiny Fractures of Death

As the clock ticks on,
the soul
encounters 
tiny fractures of death

hairline cracks
seemingly invisible, superficial
yet they run deep

one
      more
          word

one 
      more
          look

one
     more
        reason

to
         S    h   a  t   t  e    R 


and 
nothing
matters
anymore

Nothing.







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randomness
balisa
young heart
frog-in-throat

the thought of ... .
the snots phase again
wanting to scream
wanting that dam to break

but forcing it not too,
too much, that the belly of the dragon hurts

and the demons
become unhidden
unmasked 
and no, they are not imaginary

just frozen all along
and with the heat of 
emotions,
the forced melting of these glaciers
lead to the unraveling
the shifting, actually

of mindsets
and heartaches

this makes no sense
again,
I ramble
just lost
with the thought
of having lost you

all these years
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Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2012


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Why Pa Ain't Pet Sittin' No More

While Ma was away, Pa lost Tweety
while pet-sittin’ for his friend Petey.
Then at dinnertime, Ma
said, “I’m so sorry, Pa,
but this bird I found ain’t very meaty!”

Another time, it was a frickin’
frog he lost. While pa was lickin’
his chops over dinner,
Ma beamed, “What a winner!
That frog I found tastes just like chickin.”

Another time “Hillbilly Jake”
Asked Pa to please watch his pet snake.
Ma was out of the loop;
saw that snake and made soup.
It was more than her husband could take. . .

Pa hollered out, “What’s wrong with you?
Every pet I sit ends up as stew!”
“Keep your eye on them critters,
or they’ll end up as fritters.
I’m not here,” Ma said, “runnin’ no zoo.”




Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010


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Once Upon a Curse: Once Upon a Time

Once Upon A Curse

She’d pricked her finger, and for years she slept
inside the castle in her pretty room.
Her parents and the entire village wept
for she was cursed, and they knew only gloom.

True love’s kiss was needed to break the spell.
So many handsome princes tried to wake
her up, but all they ever did was fail.
Was this a spell that nobody could break?

There was a small red frog beside the door
of Sleeping Beauty’s room. Each day it came
and watched her sleep.  But let me tell you more!
This frog was once a person with a name.

The frog, for being different, one sad day,
was told by a bad witch, “Here’s what I’ll do.
I’ll change you to a frog. A frog you’ll stay
until you kiss a girl who thinks like you.”

The frog adored the Beauty, and at last
the frog got courage; hopping to her bed,
the frog kissed Sleeping Beauty’s lips. Aghast,
her parents watched as Beauty raised her head!

Though true love’s kiss had waken her, it was
no charming prince who now before them stood.
‘Twas “Little Red.” Their daughter woke because
she loved the frog with last name “Riding Hood.”

Feb 4, 2016


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016


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in my green dream


and in my green dream, I find myself in a green lush forest
dripping wet with life, steamy and sultry
I am one with nature and with the emerald drifting water
oh, the chartreuse moss and the wet lime green ferns
I float in tranquility and beneath me seaweed grows, swaying
so many greens all united in harmony
juniper, sage, olive, shamrock, pine 
emerald green of a little frog and the dark green of a crocodile
small green fish kissing my toes
  a lovely green flower, a green snake slithers
    a fluttering green butterfly, a green bird sings sweetly
      green twining vines, meandering in the dark green foliage
        my sage green eyes, whisper come fall into the green depths with me
I will take you to green, green world full of utter peace
all beautiful shades of green, mingled and entwined, united in nature and life

__________________________
February 29, 2016

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Copyright © Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016


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The frog and the cricket

The frog croaked
The cricket chirped
The cricket croaked
The frog burped


Copyright © Roger Wilson | Year Posted 2017