Best Honoring Poems

Christmas carols are being sung,
As bells are joyfully being rung,
Heralding the Christ Child’s birth,
As Christmas Day, we celebrate with mirth.

But lets think of Joseph and Mary now,
As they must find an Inn, they vow.
All are full, where will they go,
As Mary is nigh, a holy...

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Tania Kitchin deserves to be honored for her courage. If you would like to honor her, send me your thoughts in couplet form. Thanks.

I have some recognition that I'd like to bring forth to all.
Thanks to Tania for having our backs and standing tall.
 
I’m...

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She rises above a pool of twilight blue,
The water glimmering liquid crystal
Fluid as an oiled navel which brightens her flesh,
That inside pure  eyes, mist  radiates
On her curve, and frost trickles heavily across
 Dampened lips …blending with manly scent.

A gush shudders at the rhythm...

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Oh, sweet friend your comments 
are always encouraging;
I can hear your delightful words
filled with genuineness
and admiration!


As one of my favorite poets,
I admire and praise your work 
and its uniqueness of style
that makes you stand out
and brilliantly shine!


My thanks to you, dear PD  
for taking...

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As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not forget
nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits!

As sun retreats and night brings on its aches
memories come to poison hearts and...

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                               11/10/2023

I have never had to give up my home,my town, my family in any...

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Her song was too beautiful for ordinary words 
Ending it on a sweet note that no heart ever forgot
Remembering her for offering a priceless gift 
Seems right to praise her for a big heart without greed   
Pop music and opera were the two...

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Plant vines of affirmation

honoring one’s self esteem,

nothing can quell an essence

that is whole and calm.



Contest Written for Silent One
Syllables of Wisdom 2
1/14/2016...

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Kitchen counters alive; the vivid colors of red, green, purple and yellow glass jars. Your garden flourished.
.
Pickled beets mingle boiled eggs; a pretty periwinkle purple.
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Yellow and purple tinted fingers; dandelions and elderberries distilling; musty aroma permeated by sweet wine. A balloon implodes.
.
(I bet you didn’t...

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There was a crossed line long ago
that showed me all I need to know .
Upon my journey boldly drawn
when boundaries were almost gone,
and midnight's inky crochet shawl
ripped my esteem on thinning pall,
with confidence of might have been
the far off light that I had seen.

When lines...

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In this  now troubled world, man’s hope falls,
as dire need for peace  remains unsettled
even besieged:  and awakening voices roar,
to soothe nights of delirium,  of alarm…
While I ,  a mere mortal among all races
flame my hands, writing about indigent children,
terrorism, heinous...

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Did I ever tell you about the sad poet,
Who couldn't write zilch, but he didn't know it?
He tried to claim Dr. Seuss as his muse,
But everyone knew it was just an excuse.
The poor fellow tried writing the marvelous way,
That for Dr. Seuss was as easy...

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Don’t wake him up yet! Shansi said with a snicker.
Orinoco needs his sleep, for his soft-hearted ticker!
So Great Uncle Bulgaria gave Orinoco fifteen minutes more.
But then you have to leave for school, he said. Right out the door!

Miss Adelaide will be waiting, and you know...

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Panagiota Romios

Spirited, elaborate and gracefully 
She weaves with ease her poetry
Wistful, yet strong, carries her own 
A starry queen on her exalted thrown        
She writes to please
Puts minds at ease
Cinnamon and peppermints, I wish her well
Flowers and dance...

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I went back to the farm seeking Maggie, only to find that she had gone.
Searching for shelter from the storm.
Another sad eyed lady, laid low, who foretold of forlorn love,
and removed my crown of thorns. 

As the evening grew and light subdued, though not dark...

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