Best Heeded Poems

Each day Annie Lesley opened a can
Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling
As she sat with her cat and ate pet food
What is wrong with this elder’s rendering?

Pride swallowed to remain independent
Large, sunken eyes peered from her weathered face
Her late spouse a decorated hero
Annie’s lifestyle a national disgrace

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The words that I write
flow from a deep place
The lines I express
mirror the lines on my face

Some lines are joyful
other lines took their toll
Yes the lines on my face
on the page reveal my soul

I love my laugh lines
they are my fast friends
I can be a...

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Dawn slowly awakened to supplant the moon
Empty, the canopy where stars had been strewn
   In repose, Luna slept after wandering velvet skies
   and spider webs shimmered in the flight of sunrise
      Dew drops evaporated upon the...

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Note:  In 1976, Richard Clayderman (real name Philippe Pagès) received a telephone call from a well-known French record producer, who was looking for a pianist to record a gentle piano ballad. Paul had composed this ballad as a tribute to his newborn second daughter...

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I have lived and loved and laughed a lot
I have remembered and have forgot
I have worked and found some time to play
I have tried my best most every day

I have stood but often tend to fall
I have heeded every needful call
I have felt my heart...

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My muse is a poetic
flower garden,
blooming lilacs in 
barren meadows,
but I still remember 
how I heeded
haunting heartbeats
in paradise,
whilst praying 
for your lustrous light,
to descend onto 
my hazy horizons.

Your eyes like 
captivating sunsets,
made me dream away, 
recalling shells
lost in a forgotten 
coral reef, 
castaway upon 
an...

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I envy those living as part of the wild
For I too, once heeded its call
A smoldering ember since I was a child
Urge, and belonging all part of the thrall.

I’ve enjoyed the fresh taste of a sparkling stream
Felt the tremble as you push through your fear
Stood...

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Malevolent imploded uncontrollably, 
  twisting wildly maniacal posies
   amid diabolically toasted brainstem, 
angst uncompromisingly yanked tresses 
  purging stinging speech patterned rhymes
 amuck iniquitous poetic verses hung
     upside down to tormentingly dry, 
    facing...

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In a hellish nightmare pit, soldiers stand...
Along the Western Front's cruel, jagged land,
Where blood and tears paint the earth's sad lore,
They mourn their fallen with bitter taste, hearts torn.

They heeded not the cries of pain,
Nor smelled the putrid stench of death’s domain,
They bore the scourge...

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Line of enquiry:
Instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded.

Intellect and intuition are like a sword and shield.
One cuts through darkness to bring clarity,
the other is an internal compass protecting the lost.
Both are formed...

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In this pestilential year time forgot
behind maskless faces false facts hold sway,
it’s hard to write nice, when our world is not 
what should a poet in quarantine say?

Behind maskless faces false facts hold sway,
while plague is loose and climate still warming
what can a poet in...

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“instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded” ~ Unseeking Seeker

When thoughts purge in restlessness,
       we pause the frequency of the mind,
allowing the rhapsodies 
   ...

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In 1890, cowboy Bob Womack found gold at the base of lofty Pikes Peak!
In short order a ramshackle town was founded called Cripple Creek.
Hordes of gamblers, 'soiled doves' and prospectors hopin' to make a buck,
Heeded the call of 'Pikes Peak Or Bust' and fled west...

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Line of inquiry by contest sponsor:
"instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded"

Oh, restless mind. Why can’t you sleep?
A reel of film, you roll on and on
sometimes all night and into early dawn.
Were I...

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Woman of God

Woman of God
You are very speical you are
Woman of God
And you are the very essense of love
And you are speical to God
He’s made you wonderful
And wonderful you are…
   ---------------Beautiful woman of God

Woman of God
You are very loving and 
Woman of God
And...

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