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Like A Girl

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Like A Girl 

I play like a girl, I hit like a girl
You say I throw like a girl, 
And, when I run -- I run like a girl!
All that plus more, enjoy this one size fits all

Who and what I want comes from being strong 
Classy and fabulous, 
THIS is my song!

I've been told, cut to size
The world dark and gray, when life becomes an insult
Take heed when I speak my mind, 
I am tough, outstanding and beautiful!

Move ahead --- say it twice, I smell nice
A taste of Cool Water and Justice Perfume
I have a non-stop multitask fixation
Like a woman, everything about me is hidden 
Magic and alluring the only joy in sexuality you'll need

I'm empowering this moment!
Endorsing Myself, with a certain sorta mystique
I deliver an independent will, 
     don't ever underestimate my physique

I am a caregiver, a female who won't give up the fight
I remain firm and believe all women have equal rights
I walk and talk Like A girl 
    wearing heels Breaking the sound of Annabel

       Like, Mona's unforgettable smile, 
       I stand tall Like Miss Liberty
       I am, Betsy Ross, America's #1 designer
            Harriet, who escaped slaver-y 
       Like Theresa and Mary, I'm here to give change
       I am, Hilary overwhelmed with determination
       A leader -- A Goddess, I burn like Joan
       ---Cleopatra in the room
       ---Calamity Jane's wild side
       Emelia's, won't give up heart
       I am Anne, with a secret hidden spot
       Susan B, with the right to vote
       Emily who writes deep and pretty

The sound In your eyes aren't listening!
You imagine I am weak -- not strong enough -- brave enough, 
You call me different and difficult!
Still, you want my warmth -- my love -- my attention

I am not less, I am more
I am a woman -- I frown -- I cry -- I hurt and yell at the universe
Nevertheless, I make a difference
Like a girl, I smile
A smile never seen or felt before, both defined and undefined
Your heart will ask and implore for more

Like a girl, I'll drive you wild, looking pretty "You're In Love!"
My Self confidence comes from who I am deep inside
Everything I've become follows the makeup on my face
Bare and nude, I am the Madonna flowering the mood

At the end of every day, I have one other thing to say
The Next Time You ask me to cook and clean
Because you think, I belong in the kitchen
You better believe I'm doing it my way
LIKE A GIRL


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015


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Narcissus meets his Nemesis - A Collab with Victor Buhagiar

POTW 15 July 2018       

              Reverberations of the burbling stream ahead evokes
              anticipations of fantasies and distorted expectations
              Perfect porcelain skin ~ russet curls ~ ruby red lips
              Surely even the gods would weep 
              at this manifested apotheosis of angelic perfections?

Trudging the lonely winding path once more 
oblivious to the brambles tearing at his limbs
a small sacrifice ~ the blood he sheds matters not
Time’s swift flight may alleviate the aching heart 
that suffers the pangs of an unrequited love 

              Etched in his mind this image that has fragmented
              the filigree web of his repetitious dreams
              Where his nightmarish inflictions are wrought
              of an agonising sweat soaking torment 
              in the gloom of the nights that liberate him not

Proclamations of love feverishly spilling
On parchment in the wakening dawn
Bled out in words to where beckoning waters flow
Euphonious notes that the winds have borne
Streaming from the very core of his being

              Spinning senses abandoning their out of control defences
              Yet nothing … Nothing ... in his wretchedness can bridge
              the gap to the void in his desolate soul 	
              Deprived by a selfish god of this splendor
              for him to gaze on by day ~ yet in dismal nights Heaven denies 

Day after day to this enigma he brings
serenades that would whip fallen leaves into a frenzy  
and calm raging torrents into lapping stillness
Mindless he to the lone song bird that flutes soulfully
Or the reiterated sounds of the whispering Echo

              He weeps and grins like a madman at
              the sudden outburst of mirth on those ruby lips
              Fingers dip in to caress once again 
              Collapsing the perfection into 
              a thousand shimmering, mocking ripples. 

Must he drown in his very own tears?
Surrender to his darkest dreams?
A slave to an intoxication of his own making
On the morrow perchance the gods may be kinder 
A whisper carried on a teasing wind floats to his ears

Above throughout the high mountains, He can hear Echo whispering softly Her mellifluous dirge of death. Yet he cares not ~ His mind centres on the god that so oft appears in the stream. Lust eats at his heart as he feels the urge to plunge down into the depths of the viridian stream, To copulate in bliss with his newly found love. Yet something holds him back. Curse Nemesis for depriving him from his ambrosial love. Weak in dreamy languor, he falls faint, And dies ………Unable to kiss his shadow in the stream.
SYNOPSIS In Greek mythology, Narcissus was a hunter from Thespiae in Boeotia, known for his beauty. The son of the river god Cephissus and nymph Liriope, he was so self-opinionated, disdaining those who loved him. Nemesis disliked his behaviour and lured Narcissus to a pool where he saw an image of beauty reflected in the water. He instantly fell in love with it not realising it was the reflection of himself. Unable to tangibly connect with this epitome of beauty, Narcissus lost his will to live. He stared at his reflection by day and was distraught at nightfall when he could not see it. Echo, the woodland nymph, with her ceaseless chattering, perhaps in an effort to conceal, angered the goddess queen Terra when she demanded to know the whereabouts of her husband Zeus who was cavorting with the woodland nymphs at the time. Terra punished her with a curse that only allowed her to speak the last words she heard. Perchance, while haplessly wandering in the woods, Echo saw and secretly fell desperately in love with Narcissus who sadly wasn’t aware of her, in spite of Echo cleverly repeating his last words in order to attract his attention. POTW 15 July 2018


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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The Goddess Of Blessed Redemption

The Goddess Of Blessed Redemption

She gave me a foundation of love's pleasures
complete with wondrous bountiful measures
she a gentle goddess of golden hues,
swept this heart away, vanquished all its blues.
From a verdant forest spring she arrived
relieving me of life sadly contrived.
None other could love and give any more,
she a goddess sent from paradise shore.

When asked why she came to me to now bless
no words came, my sins too sad to confess.
Yet her Light and Grace healed this broken soul
for this world had taken its heavy toll.
Of Asclepius* blood, healing her art,
body, soul and mind, first target the heart,
faithful daughter, resplendent her warm glow
sent to heal and allow this soul to grow.

She freed my body from its scars and burns
from ghosts of past buried in hidden urns,
the mind confused by treachery and lies
and the soul ready to face its demise.
Her enchanted charm revived my delight
to view the world in a generous light,
for the mind to stand firm, no longer wilt,
with redemption free the burden of guilt.

Once a broken man, forsaken lost soul,
I now stand stoutly with a heart that’s whole.
With Apollo’s blood vibrant are my veins,
by lease of life, released from morbid chains.
Verve restored by Aceso’s healing might
with radiance to end my sorry plight.
Healed with love in atonement of past crimes
with kindness I share life’s eternal chimes.

Collaboration by Robert J. Lindley and Teppo Gren
7-05-2018

(1.) Asclepius, Latin: Aesculapius) was a hero and god of medicine in ancient Greek religion and mythology. Asclepius represents the healing aspect of the medical arts; his daughters are Hygieia ("Hygiene", the goddess/personification of health, cleanliness, and sanitation), Iaso (the goddess of recuperation from illness), Aceso (the goddess of the healing process), Aglæa/Ægle (the goddess of the glow of good health), and Panacea (the goddess of universal remedy). He was associated with the Roman/Etruscan god Vediovis and the Egyptian Imhotep.[1] He was one of Apollo's sons, sharing with Apollo the epithet Paean ("the Healer"). The rod of Asclepius, a snake-entwined staff, remains a symbol of medicine today. Those physicians and attendants who served this god were known as the Therapeutae of Asclepius.
(2.) Aceso’s , (  Aceso (the goddess of the healing process )
(3.)Apollo- Greek Mythology  - 
Apollo was one of the most versatile of the Greek gods. His domains extended from poetry and music, to light and truth, and archery.
His mother was the Titan Leto, whose tryst with Zeus angered Hera. The Queen of the Gods tormented Leto, sending the monster Python to chase her across the whole world so she could find no safe space to bear her children. However, Leto found safe haven on the isle of Delos and gave birth to Artemis and then Apollo. 




Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2018


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All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given

All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given

Luscious the fruits, beautiful under moonlit beams
firmly planted roots, outstandingly hot, lush-sent dreams
all in all, glorified visions, heavenly sent
treasured deeply with rapture stored, sweet love-nights spent.

Tender kissing bites, honeyed dessert offered free
wonderful the flights, through blossoming forests of trees
all in all, miracles were given, lost soul found
in resplendent nights, covering soft virgin grounds!

Gold fairy dusted, jeweled eyes sending bright smiles
each promise trusted, an angel with no dark wiles
all in all, true magnificent treasures given
gracefully sent, in true-deep bliss, purely driven.

Beneath plum skies starlight glistening in her eyes
I see all I desire, and I do fantasize -
looking into her goddess blues, crystal gazing;
of our wild delight to be forever blazing.

In Eden’s solitude we dance to soft sighs of
waltzing wind-songs’ stirring verses promising love
with lilting whispered melodies so inspiring
my appetite for her wanton and untiring.

Ancient woodland’s moon casts smitten luminescence 
breathtaking in beauty she outshines its presence
ecstasy flows an intoxicating river
inebriating essence in love’s deliver.

Your vivacious beauty enhanced by golden rays
illuminating your grace with a loving gaze
with ardent reflection of my phantom desire
to allow the pledge of love finally transpire.

Two common souls released from infernal abyss
to engage a rendezvous with heavenly bliss.
Together our spirits soar to realms of delight,
two lost souls united in the fading twilight.

With a chapter closing in reverie’s accord
we share a secret paradise of love’s award.
All in all, wondrous senses of passion recall,
from heart to soul we reminisce, as love is all.


A collaboration: Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren

August 22, 2018


Poet's note: I am once again truly honored to compose in collaboration with two wonderful friends and talented poets, Susan Ashley and Robert Lindley. The creative poetry that comes from deep within your hearts, Susan and Robert, is so very inspiring. Thank you for inviting me to participate in this wonderful creation to express the depths of love and emotion.


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2018


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All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given


      	  All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given

Luscious the fruits, beautiful under moonlit beams
firmly planted roots, outstandingly hot, lush-sent dreams
all in all, glorified visions, heavenly sent
treasured deeply with rapture stored, sweet love-nights spent.

Tender kissing bites, honeyed dessert offered free
wonderful the flights, through blossoming forests of trees
all in all, miracles were given, lost soul found
in resplendent nights, covering soft virgin grounds!

Gold fairy dusted, jeweled eyes sending bright smiles
each promise trusted, an angel with no dark wiles
all in all, true magnificent treasures given
gracefully sent, in true-deep bliss, purely driven.

Beneath plum skies starlight glistening in her eyes
I see all I desire and I do fantasize -
looking into her goddess blues, crystal gazing;
of our wild delight to be forever blazing...

In Eden’s solitude we dance to soft sighs of
waltzing wind-songs’ stirring verses promising love,
with lilting whispered melodies so inspiring
my appetite for her wanton and untiring.

Ancient woodland’s moon casts smitten luminescence 
breathtaking in beauty she outshines its presence,
ecstasy flows an intoxicating river
inebriating essence in love’s deliver.

Your vivacious beauty enhanced by golden rays
illuminating your grace with a loving gaze
with ardent reflection of my phantom desire
to allow the pledge of love finally transpire.

Two common souls released from infernal abyss
to engage a rendezvous with heavenly bliss.
Together our spirits soar to realms of delight,
two lost souls united in the fading twilight.

With a chapter closing in reverie’s accord
we share a secret paradise of love’s award.
All in all, wondrous senses of passion recall,
from heart to soul we reminisce, as love is all.

Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren
(a collaboration)
August 26, 2018

(a collaboration - joining as one voice and one searching soul)

Note: Yet again it is my great pleasure to present here another collaboration written by we three poets, my dear friends, Susan Ashley, Teppo Gren and I. 
I feel very blessed to have written my part several weeks ago and then watch as each of my wonderful writing partners carried the torch
to make this a very beautiful and far richer creation. As always both crafted such exquisite and profound verses to bring this poem to a very fine finish.
I hope the readers enjoy the fruits of the unification of our three hearts, souls and minds, with the sincere goal of each- striving to give to others..






Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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India

I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate each day
Living life to the fullest
In their honor I wish to pray

That I may learn to be as humble
As loving and as kind,
To be blessed by elder wisdom
In every senior that I find.

This is a gift to give my children
To open their sleepy little eyes.
To see the value in rejoicing,
To reach for stars up in the skies.

When they learn this knowledge 
To listen well to the sages,
They will know of sacred secrets
Handed down through the ages.

© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014


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In This Sky of Night

I look at shining stars in cobalt sky with just one wish to make on only one of billions of them in this Galaxy where we're just one small planet with a sun! And as I gaze, my mind is taking flight: Beyond the moon and through the milky way, we’re holding hands and soaring through a night of fantasy on beautiful display! We fly past Jupiter’s four rings of dust, then far away to Pluto. Yes, we dare! We circle back. How cold Mars is. We must warm up near Venus. Is Love’s goddess there? It matters not; my heart is ruled by YOU, and in this sky of night, dreams can come true! May 7, 2017 for Shadow Hamilton's The Night Sky Sonnets Only Contest A sonnet using the following required words: Shin(e)ing, Moon, Star/s, Planet, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Pluto and the Milky Way


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017


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All In All, True Magnificent Treasures Given



Luscious the fruits, beautiful under moonlit beams firmly planted roots, outstandingly hot, lush-sent dreams all in all, glorified visions, heavenly sent treasured deeply with rapture stored, sweet love-nights spent. Tender kissing bites, honeyed dessert offered free wonderful the flights, through blossoming forests of trees all in all, miracles were given, lost soul found in resplendent nights, covering soft virgin grounds! Gold fairy dusted, jeweled eyes sending bright smiles each promise trusted, an angel with no dark wiles all in all, true magnificent treasures given gracefully sent, in true-deep bliss, purely driven. Beneath plum skies starlight glistening in her eyes I see all I desire and I do fantasize - looking into her goddess blues, crystal gazing; of our wild delight to be forever blazing.. In Eden’s solitude we dance to soft sighs of waltzing wind-songs’ stirring verses promising love with lilting whispered melodies so inspiring my appetite for her wanton and untiring. Ancient woodland’s moon casts smitten luminescence breathtaking in beauty she outshines its presence ecstasy flows an intoxicating river inebriating essence in love’s deliver. Your vivacious beauty enhanced by golden rays illuminating your grace with a loving gaze with ardent reflection of my phantom desire to allow the pledge of love finally transpire. Two common souls released from infernal abyss to engage a rendezvous with heavenly bliss. Together our spirits soar to realms of delight, two lost souls united in the fading twilight. With a chapter closing in reverie’s accord we share a secret paradise of love’s award. All in all, wondrous senses of passion recall, from heart to soul we reminisce, as love is all. Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren (a collaboration) August 26, 2018 _________________________ *Special note*: It is a tremendous honor for me to share in the wonderful recognition of ~ Poem Of The Day ~ on Tuesday, August 28,2018, with my gifted collaborators, Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren. Robert, thank you for initiating this beautiful piece and inviting Teppo and I to collaborate with you.. Congratulations, my dear friends, Robert and Teppo. Together, we join as one voice with one searching soul. Poet’s note: I relished the creative opportunity to compose in this collaboration with my esteemed artistic friends in poetry, Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren. Gentlemen, you inspire me with the depth and breadth of your poetic hearts and souls. My dear friend Robert, as always, the beauty of your verses tantalize me and you intrigue my imagination with your sumptuous imagery of desire and romance. Your poetry truly sparkles with the brilliance of your poetic talents and soulful heart. My dear friend Teppo, your shining verses are filled with the inspired golden light of love, your gifted poetry is deep, stirring and beautifully expressive.. Is an honor and a privilege for me to reach ever higher, striving for your higher standards, when writing with you both. Thank you my wonderful friends, for the gift of your shining fellowship in the beautiful art of creating poetry.


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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Her Grace, Soft As The Silence Of Morn's Falling Dew

Her Grace, Soft As The Silence Of Morn's Falling Dew
 
Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true 
supported deep vows we both swore to be held to.
Her grace, soft as the silence of morn's falling dew
with vows to keep hot passion of love that is new.
Spring had brought this loving angel truly divine
her beauty and purity no words could define.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Nature spoke to her and she in turn gave away
nuggets of its splendors, rich truths none can betray.
As Heaven and Sky blessed her every foot fall
she never said, uttered a word needing recall.
Her time on earth, gifted only goodness and light
romancing her first love and precious was her sight.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

I read her yearning poetry each heartfelt verse
and in her rapture was my being’s full immerse.
Word-whispers from the page caressed me wispy thrill
reminding me of days sweet gilt of daffodil
and petals pink neath dream girl skies so soft, in sooth
enchanting was the tender season of her youth.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

In quiet hush before sunrise our love was lush
until aurora banished night in her gold rush
of dawning tipsy in wine-stained heavens shinin’
desires spilled our lusty reds across horizon -
a blaze of colors branding love’s intensity, 
time and space sparked by fired hearts’ electricity.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Enlightened spirit from defeat of sorrow’s foe,
her gift, in written verse of love, to set aglow
a life of beauty echoing the words of love
now distant in the skies with kindness up above
when golden strings of sacred lust remain in thrills
of woven love, entangled in a braid of frills.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Her fragile throne of virtues goodness cast in gold
beyond eternal love, angelic charms behold
through mortal death returned to God’s celestial care
to guide from heavens, words of wisdom in her prayer
endowment of the past as lover’s hearts enlace
with charms beyond life, she remains my saving grace.

Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts.
Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts.

Robert J. Lindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren
(a collaboration - unified in one poetic and indistinguishable voice.)
October 2, 2018

Note- It is my great honor and deep pleasure to once again help compose and present this our heartfelt and romantic presentation of life, love and beautiful 
song and dance when in love with a goddess that stirs the smitten soul to shine and give thanks for its dear and sweet blessing.
Susan and Teppo, tho' it has taken a month to get this to completion, it has been a great joy to write and also discuss poetry with two such amazingly talented poets. I am truly and doubly blessed to have two such great friends and fantastic writing partners..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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Poet -This Poem is About You

-Dear, Mr & Mrs Poet- 

Do you ever question where it comes from?
This poem's about you, sit down and get a load off 
Tranquilize your pen, take heed to the ecstatic applause 

The things in life we take for granting, in time get worse 
From WHICH' our lives transverse, ascends a deep poetic curse 
You write almost everything, rehearsing every living verse 
Embezzling words, like Martha Stewart, ---NOT YOURS!
Withdrawing from your substance, 
--yielding it to others, who aren't devoted lovers 
Spacing your lines, ready for reader's digest, 
Educating the mind, like Albert Einstein

You paint a different horizon for the color blind,
Drop a note, forecasting the news, that brings, Spring to mind
Your adrenaline, leaves people with a feel good faint.
At this level, Poet you're better than high speed Internet,
Anything that makes you feel this is the real deal, 
Today, you write like there's no tomorrow, borrowing yesterday's clay
Inspiring ink, left to right, feeding the need to breed a poetic degree 
Your dramatic dialogue, deserve 'The Peoples Choice award."

I love the sweet audio, when you lowercase every word
It's done so well, hell, let's never capitalize another word
Reaching a point across, when capitalizing every letter, 
This is your world, take it, manipulate it, with the perfect stanza
Produce it like a poetic film, imagery, action, CUT it like Jerry Bruckheimer 
One day Hollywood will incite a roll, looking for the best poetry soup rhymer

Your tears and affection, you pour on partial paper,
Showing every word you want to enunciate
A SHOULDER-- gone cold, drowning, forgetting the normal way
Writing about the pure religion that meets your light, 
A beautiful flower under the moonlight
Hear the bells, Poe wrote about, adding sprinkles to the twinkle in your eyes, 
A redolent scent not meant to be forgotten, from Eden's garden
Taking nature, by course, granting her a crown, before slamming us down
I will call her out --The evil and the fury of a goddess, a beast
This is my feast, I welcome you to my jungle, and the outer bounds of time.

If you ever question where it comes from?
Sit down and get a load off, listen---Where's the ecstatic applause?
I'm not afraid to say, -----I'm Proud to be A Poet Without A Cause

by;PD
I do it for fun


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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Oh Goddess Moon

Oh Goddess Moon, you induce painters to paint,
the crazed to rave and poets to praise your grace.
How many love affairs have you helped to consummate?
With a woman’s many wiles, you change your shape.
How you beguile, yet never do you vacillate.
You stay your course and never stray!

Like yin to yang, you are to sun a cool and pallid pool,
changing, yet constant in your rule 
as you steadfastly move from New to Quarter To Gibbous to Full, 
and then you wane . . . 
till in Crescent Balsamic you reign -
there to shortly contemplate the wisdom you have gained.
Your fortnight ended, you journey back again.

We all beneath you are an ocean mystically pulled,
heirs to the gifts you weave at the time we are born.
Like our predecessors who learned to heed
your rhythmic sounds as they planted seed,
it would behoove us, with our vast technology,
to stop and study the sky, your teachings there to see!

For PD's the Theme #5 -THE MOON- (OLD & NEW POEMS)Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014


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I Think Of You - But I - 2

The rain outside plays games with the webs that cloud my mind,
I think I hear a tune. A drum solo that heralds memories buried deep
and sealed in concrete. Even the locked safe with five feet deep of steel
can not resist the lightning strike of the Goddess of Thunderstorms...I

...i think of you.

A pain from yesteryears thought dead rises from the ashes...

I think...No! 
No! I will fight this.
Forget when I flew too close to the sun 
my feathered wings singed.

I fight...I do...I try...I do...but I...

i think of you...

You,
your fresh baked sugar cookie scent,
your China Doll moonlight white complexion.

I think of you...and I...I weep

I on the mountain, exposed
as vultures tear at my flesh.
Devour my organs like so much fodder 
and everyday whole again...
the creatures hover to start anew.

In my sorrow,
in my physical pain 
I attempt to resist...but I...

i think of you.

Iodine flows through my veins.
My screams echo.
My blood drenched tears 
flow like a mountain stream
and i pray
and i whisper the word "mercy"

and still...

still...I

i think of you.



March 16 2015
Armand




Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015


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His Life, His Love: Sailor's Moon

Above a cloud, in soundless, still tumescence,
a goddess rests; below her is the sea.
A strip of it is rippling luminescence,
a path of light in night’s serenity.
A solitary boat now passes through
the lane of radiance.  One man regards
the sky and ocean, both a cobalt blue,
and ponders inspiration of the bards.

For what could man want more than such as this -
-the tranquilness of dark in Luna’s glow!
At times he longs to taste a woman’s kiss
though he embraced this life so long ago. . . 

His gaze is fixed on her who shines above. 
He chose the sea. . . and moon became his love.


Written September 18, 2010
Used now for Gregory Barden's 'WATER and SKY' Poetry Contest



Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010


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I heard I might find a poet here Part 3


"May I?" she asked motioning to my dog-eared notepad as a child might
asking for a cookie expecting to be told it would spoil her dinner
I took another swallow, my hand instinctively moved to the book 
to protect it or keep her from disappointment, maybe both

"It’s just a love poem, no big deal," I replied as she inched closer
Her perfume more intoxicating than anything Angelo had on that dusty shelf
I felt weak as my mind went to another time 
where this sort of thing actually happened

An old movie, fancy gowns, pinstriped suits and fedoras, a swing band playing for a crowded dance floor, champagne, diamonds and gold cigarette cases
"Hey doll, can I buy you a drink?" I felt a tap on my arm as I snapped 
out my ill-timed dream to see an inebriated guy hitting on her 

She looked at me, eyes pleading though I sensed she could handle herself 
"She’s with me." I blurted as again that stardust smile returned to her face 
"No offensh pal, jush don’t see a goddesh round here too often." he slurred
"Well she’s my goddess, now beat it." I barked in my best Sam Spade impersonation, feeling quite proud of myself   

She raised her glass again as I touched it with my bottle, we both took a sip 
"Thank you," she sighed reaching across me, laying her smooth hand atop mine still resting on the booklet 
"So you’re a love poet?" she said in a voice that could have turned winter to a summer day at the beach 
I chuckled, "I've been called that but not sure I’d go that far." Her fingers gently caressed mine

"Are you going to let me see or do I need to get you drunk first?" she laughed now using a finger to trace seductive figure eights on the back of my hand  
My mind whispered, give her the book but my ego moaned, just enjoy her touch a little longer... my mind won
She excitedly took it like I had just handed over the keys to a new Jaguar

I watched as mahogany eyes perused my words,

Warm me this evening
neath satin affection
Find in my lips
every need and desire

Touch me with wings
soft as midnight sonatas
Floating on dreams
filled with all you require

Dancing to melodies
sprinkled with stardust
Under a shimmering
hypnotic glare

Lie in my arms until
sunrise is calling
Here on this night that we
both long to share

Oh my, she sighed melting faster than soft butter on hot toast
“That is the most beautiful poem I've ever read, "I hope you don’t mind"
She leaned in and kissed me, her moist lips drenching mine, then said
"I’ve never kissed a love poet before"


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016


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That Dawn, a Goddess Found Me: Collaboration with Robert Lindley

An early morn mist that fadeth away
revealeth the goddess that stole this heart.
In radiance, her hair shone as blazing gold
soft-born winds welcomed her that fine day.

Her approach held me silent and steadfast
earth and sky both envied her elegance.
Nothing on earth could her power dispel
nothing could her love's depth ever outlast.

Transfixed, my frozen legs refused to act
for her magnificent beauty brought me fear.
Fear of not knowing why at me she gazed
I wished my lustful thoughts, I could retract.

O' Blessed day, when I saw that loving smile,
her warmth cast forth to calm this lonely soul.
With heart relieved and soul stripped bare,
I saw love's truth, in it was no human guile.

Then, she took my trembling hand and said
words that will forever burn in this glad heart,
"I chose you, for thy spirit needs true love's gift
and with it comes relief from all thou dost dread." 

She led me to paradise through beacons of gold.
Emerald eyes sparkling, brighter than the sun.
I watched as mischief grew in the vixen's orbs.
She woke this heart that long ago had grown cold.

Alas,  she spoke to me in a gentle lilting voice,
sweet symphonies she crooned in my willing ear.
Beyond the realm of all opulent Utopian dreams
my spirit rose aloft with her.  In love, we rejoice.

Up to the stars then to the dark side of the moon.
Ere long we rested where no eyes could intrude
upon tender kisses she bequeathed to my lips.
My lovely goddess surrendered to me in a swoon.

O' what depth of passion between us doth lie.
Breath mingled with breath until the sun rose.
Within my arms she stirred, but for a moment
then snuggled closer with a soft angelic sigh.

She had chosen me to love in that early morn mist.
From dawn to dawn she endowed her glorious gift;
the gift of love, 'twas like no other I had ever known.
My golden haired goddess, lips longing to be kissed.


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Written with admiration for a talented poet...Robert Lindley. 
Robert, thank you for the journey among the brightest stars.



Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017


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The Goddess Of Blessed Redemption

The Goddess Of Blessed Redemption

She gave me a foundation of love's pleasures
complete with wondrous bountiful measures
she a gentle goddess of golden hues,
swept this heart away, vanquished all its blues.
From a verdant forest spring she arrived
relieving me of life sadly contrived.
None other could love and give any more,
she a goddess sent from paradise shore.

When asked why she came to me to now bless
no words came, my sins too sad to confess.
Yet her Light and Grace healed this broken soul
for this world had taken its heavy toll.
Of Asclepius* blood, healing her art,
body, soul and mind, first target the heart,
faithful daughter, resplendent her warm glow
sent to heal and allow this soul to grow.

She freed my body from its scars and burns
from ghosts of past buried in hidden urns,
the mind confused by treachery and lies
and the soul ready to face its demise.
Her enchanted charm revived my delight
to view the world in a generous light,
for the mind to stand firm, no longer wilt,
with redemption free the burden of guilt.

Once a broken man, forsaken lost soul,
I now stand stoutly with a heart that’s whole.
With Apollo’s blood vibrant are my veins,
by lease of life, released from morbid chains.
Verve restored by Aceso’s healing might
with radiance to end my sorry plight.
Healed with love in atonement of past crimes
with kindness I share life’s eternal chimes.

Collaboration by Robert J. Lindley and Teppo Gren
7-05-2018

(1.) Asclepius*, see note above..
(2.) Aceso’s , (  Aceso (the goddess of the healing process )
(3.)Apollo- Greek Mythology  - 
Apollo was one of the most versatile of the Greek gods. His domains extended from poetry and music, to light and truth, and archery.
His mother was the Titan Leto, whose tryst with Zeus angered Hera. The Queen of the Gods tormented Leto, sending the monster Python to chase her across the whole world so she could find no safe space to bear her children. However, Leto found safe haven on the isle of Delos and gave birth to Artemis and then Apollo. 

*****
Note- With deep gratitude I present this collaboration written with my good friend Teppo Gren. A wonderful friend and truly amazing poet. A sonnet master that awes me with every poem he posts..






Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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When Love Found Me

When Love Found Me
What a wonderful, magical surprise! Sometimes love arrives in disguise. I never saw this coming, never anticipated such an awesome blessing. I was at the right place, when I spied your sweet, handsome face. It was at the right time, calling me your goddess was a sign and I knew you were mine. I had been a sad, little bird with no songs to sing, with only broken wings, working my way through some hurtful things.
But you came along, a real man, offering me strong, broad shoulders to lean on. It was a slow process getting back on track, but you willingly took the burden off my back. You showered me with loving attention, tenderness, kindness, and consideration. Nurturing and cherishing me each step of the way, you build my confidence and trust each day. Thank you for helping my fragile heart to mend; thank you for helping me become whole and to love again!
05-26-2014 Contest: Best love poem #3" Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Placement: 10th


Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014


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The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009


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Famous Last Line

India (Original Poem)

I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate each day
Living life to the fullest
In their honor I wish to pray

That I may learn to be as humble
As loving and as kind,
To be blessed by elder wisdom
In every senior that I find.

This is a gift to give my children
To open their sleepy little eyes.
To see the value in rejoicing,
To reach for stars up in the skies.

When they learn this knowledge 
To listen well to the sages,
They will know of sacred secrets
Handed down through the ages.



India (New Poem)

Handed down through the ages,
India's Gods and Goddesses call
Out to me from sacred places.

I want to bathe in Ganges waters,
Be there when monsoons arrive,
View Holi's colors on happy faces.

I wish to absorb all the beauty,
Mix with all the friendly people
And sing in celebration's song.

I want to enjoy the festive music
And watch the dancers dancing,
I wish to truly feel that I belong.

I'd revere every God and Goddess,
Have respect for all Gods I know not.
I'd love to learn of Ganesha's power.

I want to meditate in floral gardens
Contemplate by reflective pools...
Connect my spirit to the Lotus flower.

I would take my small camera with me
And shoot all the sights and sounds,
Share my heart with natives blissfully.

I'd love to share in children's laughter.
Share my thoughts and culture too.
I'd treasure my time in India eternally.

Famous Last Line
March 9, 2016

Holi:
Holi, the Festival of Colors. Holi is celebrated as a welcoming of Spring, and a celebration of the triumph of good over evil. What that translates to in action is an enthusiastic dropping of inhibitions, as people chase each other and playfully splash colorful paint, powder and water on each other. People also attend bonfires to commemorate the story of Prahlada.

Ganges:
Hindus consider the waters of the Ganga to be both pure and purifying. Nothing reclaims order from disorder more than the waters of the Ganga. Moving water, as in a river, is considered purifying in Hindu culture because it is thought to both absorb impurities and take them away. What the Ganga removes, however, is not necessarily physical dirt, but symbolic dirt; it wipes away the sins of the bather, not just of the present, but of a lifetime.

Ganesha:
He is the Lord of success and destroyer of evils and obstacles. He is also worshipped as the god of education, knowledge, wisdom and wealth. In fact, Ganesha is one of the five prime Hindu deities (Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva and Durga being the other four) whose idolatry is glorified as thepanchayatana puja.

Lotus Flower:
The Lotus, the national flower of India, is a symbol of supreme reality. Hindu religion and mythology portray goddess Saraswathi, the muse of learning, as being seated on a lotus flower. To the Indian psyche, the lotus is more than a flower – it represents both beauty and non-attachment. There is a saying that although it grows in mud, it smells of myrrh. Toru Dutt in her sonnet “The Lotus” addresses the flower as the “queenliest flower that blows.”


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016


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Rain and Stardust

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Furious with Zeus, a vengeful Hera searched the world
Until she discovered the most amazing young girl

~~A Native American with hair dark as the night
Atop a white steed she traversed mountains snowy white~~

“Let there be stardust,” the Goddess proclaimed with force
And the woman was stunned, soaring on a flying horse

“Let there be rain,” Hera chose to give her power
The girl rode above clouds, below her rain did shower

Forever Rain on Stardust would travel through the sky
With the powers of a Goddess as she rode on high

To shower blessings of rain on villages so dry
Rain sees the past and future, though she does not know why

The outcome surely not as Hera had intended
Zeus became enamored of Rain’s presence so splendid

He kissed the sky beneath her with bright rainbow arches
Today you still see them wherever Stardust marches

A Goddess rides now, but sweet Rain was once just human
And she remains bewildered by her own acumen

Olympian rulers outdone by their creation
For Rain and Stardust yet win human acclamation

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*By Carolyn Devonshire
Entry for “Rain, the Story”
A contest sponsored by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010


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The Woodcarvers Reward

He walked along the beach a man forlorn
Forgotten were his dreams, his heart was torn
The gentle waves spoke of the years gone by
And drew salt water down from saddened eye  

He saw some driftwood lying on the shore
It sparked his interest and he longed for more
He touched it gently, to his great delight
Sandalwood he’d found:  passion to ignite

The need to carve once more came to his mind
A joy he’d lost and could no longer find
He took it home, that battered piece of wood
With hopes to turn it into something good

A mane of hair took shape beneath his hands
Flowing waves of curly wooden strands
Round shoulders of the woman of his dreams
And breasts and waist of beauty carved supreme

Gracefully her form began to take on shape
When he was done he stood there mouth agape
She was a goddess made of his desire
A love for her consumed him like a fire

At night he wished upon a falling star
She’d come to life and chase his sorrows far
He looked at her before he fell asleep
And smiled for he’d forgotten how to weep

He felt a stirring there beside his bed
A presence seemed to hover near his head
He looked upon his statue now in flesh
Her body like a breeze was young and fresh

She pressed her lips so gently over his
“I need to tell you, love, listen to this
I was discarded, battered, wounded sore
I chose to be a part of life no more

You saw in me my hidden beauty fine
Your wish has reached the heart of the Divine
I stand before you, answer to your prayer
Sent to give you love and tend’rest care.”

She kissed his lips, and veiled him in her hair
His tears she wiped, this answer to his prayer
With him she lay, her breast his pillow sweet
The richest fare of sandalwood, his treat

What else transpires is curtained from our sight
Burning sandalwood…..scents the glowing night

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013


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Gods of Winds


Notus comes creeping furtively from the south
hot and bothered from the blazing summer sun.
The wind of change...concealed it launches sudden storms
as clouds pile up across the sky, dark and towering,
lightning flashes, thunder drawls, torrential rain descends;
rivers swell to bursting point; fields are swamped, crops destroyed. 
Then once again he sneaks away, planning his next move.

His neighbour, Eurus, wants to show he’s no less able.
Bearing his inverted earthen vase he goes along
clumsy in gait and spilling water on dry soil.
His forays from the east tend to be unlucky.

Autumn fades with a sigh on Aura’s gentle wings
as ice-cold winter rushes in impatiently 
from northern frozen lands to take its place 
goaded by the domineering force of Boreas
who moves ahead with strong, intense authority, 
his violent temper uncontrolled. Despite his age
he pushes his galloping stallion to the limit 
riding forth relentlessly, cloak billowing behind,
his white beard curled; shaggy hair spiked and frosted.
Roaring, across the land he speeds with utmost haste, 
a sacred conch shell grasped firmly in steely hand;
tremendous power he exerts and blows aloud
while humans cower in dark caverns, shivering.
They know his moods and fear his devastating wrath. 
In their minds, princess Oreithyia’s forced abduction,
rape, and carnal satisfaction are still fresh.

They yearn for winter’s bitter ally to move on
so that the gentle Zephyr enters from the west 
bringing with him rainbows and showers of spring,
calm serenity, greenery, flowers, shades and hues, 
romantic feelings, fiery passion and intense love.

Ultimately, all four have to heed and appease 
King Aeolus, firm ruler and keeper of the winds.

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*Aura = breeze goddess
*Oreithyia = mountain Nymph
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18th December 2014
Contest: Gods of Winds
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placed: 2nd



Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014


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King Sun and Goddess Sea

One summer day, enraptured by the Goddess Sea, King Sun shone down with all his might; most splendidly he moved the Goddess, for she rippled laughingly a shimmering reply to Sun in azure sky, and while reflecting that same hue where King Sun dwelt, her turquoise ripples lengthened, for the goddess felt herself now rising up with joy. Wave after wave was leaping, frothing. . . as King Sun more strongly gave his final rays to her. Then he descended low that he might kiss the lovely Sea on earth below - to kiss her soon before the last day’s shadows fell, and so he touched her where she’d let her body swell. With yellow gold, his final glow, he bathed her face, but when the night arrived with sable colored lace to drape the goddess, Sun had vanished from all sight; below Sea’s depth he’d sunk - to love her through the night. For Suz's "Let's Be Open" poetry contest and now for PD's Anything Goes Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013


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Gods at the Comedy Club

The house was full
Of Gods and deities
The curtain call was soon
The water vasos were poured
And became the finest of wines
The bread multiplied
The baker you see
Was a part time magician
The fishermen all relaxed
As I saw fish fall from the skies

Ra was there
Oh my the tan on him, poor harif
Huitzilopochtli glared at his competition
Toth and Horus with godly grins
God himself was there
The door man didn’t check id's though
A few came with the same name
If they paid their gold coins at the doors
Of Godly entertainment
In they came

Thor arrived like a bolt of lightening
The Greek gods exposed as fakes
Trumpets of false prophecies
Sessions and courts left to fate
For dereference we let them in for a beer, ok two!
The other Gods chuckled as they sneered
Even Batman showed up!!!
He wasn’t a god, but he had good connections
Allah was there, 4 cows, Shiva and Ganesha
Rama and Agni were even holding hands
The house was full of Gods
Jesus Christ showed up late
Hippies do that you know
Funniest of all was the Holy Ghost
He tried to sneak in with Casper
Hashem and Galmi came, they got discounts on the tickets
You all get the point
Bacchus charming the ladies with his wine
As Thalia ecaaped the wrath of Pan
She smiled for she new Galileo a charming man
The house was full of Gods!



The Norse gods resilient in beauty
Freya as captivating as ever
She had an eye on me
As I, on her
In charge of the curtains indeed a blessing
When a Goddess requests a stage hand like moi
Drapes of passion conceal the lust of biblical ways

The curtains rose as the headliner appeared
The Gods all rose and clapped
As Galileo the Great comedian walked in
He shouts out! "Did you hear the sun that travels around the earth?"
Well the sun got tired, so last week the earth decided to spin around the sun!
The crowd roared, I mean that was so ridiculous as to be funny.
The he goes, 2 dummies and the pope walk in to a bar......
Well the gods may have loved him........

The Pope did not take kindly to be called a dummy
He was Urban and mundane but held to his heart his earthly disdain
For the comedian called Galileo
Banishment, the paradise of many a great
Intellectuals
Arrested for using their intellectual credentials

The masses of the unread
Followers of the ones shouting hate at the mountain head
Rush , rush rush we must condemn
This comedian from earth’s very very dark end

The Comedy do you all see?
I am God
You are all the holy sea
From Galileo all the way to Galilee


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017


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Artumes armies

Harken...those hollowing drums
Over cold vales so beat,
Exhorting a multitude of glistening 
Star-tipped spears,
As marching over shattered landscapes
In shinning replete:
Crunch Artumes eternal legions
Across the snow bound years.

Casting down from the mauve 
And cloudless heights
The pale witch broods upon her dark
runes;
Chilled breath steaming mutterings 
Of meddling spite,
Uttered under Luna risings
Of half waxen moons.

Repulsed from the presence 
Of the holy alters sacred glow,
That cuts like a torch
Across Yules Feast of Lights,
She incants of harsh Boreas
To relent his fierce blowes:
Raising high her crystal towers
To breach the walls of stilled night.

Tis now, away from cheery hearths
And the warm fires they keep,
That warring frost tightens 
Upon this hardened land;
Happily sated people 
Turn in contented sleep;
Motionless vapours are crushed
In the grip of an iron clad hand.

For as the siege heightens
In relentless might
Heavens wheeling sentinels 
Begin to slowly withdraw:
Retreating upon spiraling orbits
Fading from diminishing sight;
Ghostly armies embarking 
For far frozen shores.

Loosen now the silver longships, 
Afloat on tides of drawing moonlight,
For the Red Goddess slumbers 
In deep canyons to the west;
Artumes armies sailing 
Into grey dawns fleeting respite...

Awaken... Oh Glorious Aurora...
Scattering your foes - 
Before Sunrises conquest!!





Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2015