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One Brief Moment

Look...See how long nights are drawing in.
Dreary birdsong gradually abates -
Opaque dusk grows dim;
And just outside the creaky little garden
Gate,
Stood opposite the empty wood
Where the vacant threshold silently awaits,
I pause, when, resonating quietly back...
I now hear...
Far distant echoes of my glorious childhood 
Tugging like a Siren upon my ear.


With a heartfelt pang I turn to move,
Before my staring should offend some 
Old friends ghost
To manifest in vengeful affright,
Towards the comforting sanctuary proffered
By the warm kitchens weak neon light...
That sneaks out from behind the half-shut
Door,
But held - Transfixed! 
Brought from wither-not-where to this one
Small place - Staid...
As if caught in a state of heavenly grace,
Conversing to the soft wind in harmonious 
Angelic rapport:-
Thus soothes like enchantments waves...
Rolling gently up to repeatedly break upon 
Magical banks girdling Nivians lakeshore.


For what be this odd muse 
That upon my aging senses does so readily
Enthuse...
And to my inner soul so inextricably
Implore?
Ahhh...But this much I may be allowed to 
Say,
Before darkly gathering skies extinguish 
Over weak flames of the last spluttering
Ray,
Perhaps it is our inner voice
That seeks out the solitudes of 
Tranquilities choice -
To witness and record and dutifully store...
Those rare and fleeting moments 
We all too briefly adore.



Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2016


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One Green Leaf


One leaf fell from a tall, tall tree
and subtly kissed gnarled roots beneath;
a lover’s kiss below sunned-sheath 
of greenest leaves, a jubilee.  

One spiraling leaf brought playful mirth
to sullen earth of trodden dirt.
A flight of hopeful shades of spring,
for hard, hard ground, an offering

One leaf dressed in a sparkling jade
glided with grace to green grass blades    
and rested near a bubbling brook,
then waited for warm breeze that shook
its flirty skirt on green, green glade.   

An arc of bright green canopy
warmed my heart in bluest mood, 
and one leaf blew a kiss from you.
It twirled and pranced and floated by,
then with a touch it came to lie 
green in my hand, a dear surprise. 

Like emerald hills of Irish tales, 
I marveled at how one leaf sailed
green In my hand that blue, blue day,
a kiss from you on Patty’s Day -
The gray clouds parted shining green, 
a beauty like I’d never seen.


for Francine's Show Me the Green Contest, 3/18/15 


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015


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View It From Afar

To appreciate our planet
start with its snow capped mountains
where sunbeams morph crystals of ice
into gems of glistening light.

Witness white clouds traverse the skies
floating on a vista of blue
or a setting sun smear scarlet
onto puffs of marshmallow white.

See jungles at its equator  
create a sash of vibrant green
and burnt sands ripple its deserts 
with shifting dunes of tans and creams.

See its leafy forests change from
deciduous to evergreen
and tundra pitted with blue lakes
fade to stretches of virgin snow.

Watch volcanoes erupt in flame
spewing plumes of ebony smoke
and lava bleed from gaping wounds
while giving birth to molten earth.

See azure and aquamarine
waves crested with white foamy froth  
or tilted poles capped in ice
sparkling like crystalline jewels.

View it from afar as it twirls
in the vacuum of space like
a phantasmagorical
cerulean marble, called Earth.


Written 02/02/2016


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016


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Other Side of the Wall

Silence? or is that a cry I hear Screams? or is that memories hiding? Wall yes I listen to a wall days weeks forever A white wall stares back at me curiosity mounts I feel the wall whiteness blinds me My heart stops a rhythm still dances ah a smile crashes into me two yes two hearts one wall


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018


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Yesterday's Fragile Truth

Betrayal has devastated your heart blocking love’s magic before it could start. And depression's quagmire entraps your soul as disparaging lies exact their toll. Chameleon clouds change to match your mood releasing teardrops emotions have brewed. And your heart breaks from the weight of the pain as monsters hide in the thoughts of the sane. A fickle sun no longer shares its light sulking within shadows gathered by night. And feigning feelings you struggle to cope for counterfeit smiles leave no room for hope. The specter of fear that penetrates dreams fuels frightening bouts of silent screams. And exiting the tunnel there’s no light for the future’s foggy obscured by fright. The promise of tomorrow made to youth was written on yesterday’s fragile truth. For happiness is a word without weight it's simply a moment devoid of hate. (Rhyme) 4/22/2017


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017


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A Crow's Command


I be a common salty, once,
No captain's bars, did bear,
Yet blessed was I to venture,
Where few a skipper dared.

          From steadfast crow's high perch
          I watched the bright coast beacons wink,
          Through a biting spray's December gale,
          What goring shoals would sink.

For untold days I rocked atop
An oaken spar at length,
While wake and skies conveyed my eyes,
Lord Neptune's sullen strength.

          Busy dogs, the mates and jacks
          Bent hard to tasks below,
          While toward the sky, with glass to eye,
          My post waved to-and-fro.

First was I to e'er spot land,
My voice the first to yell,
Aye, first to sight the skull and bone,
And raise the warning bell.

          "Thar she blows!" was oft my call
          If viewed a breach, had I,
          And "Friend or foe?!?" the question barked,
          If strange sails split the sky.

But the moments that becalmed my soul,
As the swells ticked off my time,
Were star-filled nights, a bullion moon,
And the phosphorescent brine.

          The darkest times were battlements,
          When the ship groaned in its might,
          But never dark, the eventide,
          Sea and sky awash with light!

So rare, it was, to find this tar
On deck or down below,
And rarer still, did I abdicate,
My nest there in the crow.

          Well, I'm adrift on shore now,
          With brittle bones and gray,
          Yet still my mind climbs up the mast,
          To man my post and sway.

And when the angels task me,
To a new and heavenly crow,
I'll bend my gaze to the looking glass,
And give a hearty "Tally-ho!"




~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Favorite Rhyming Poem Ever" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.

~ 8th Place ~  in the "Create A Character" Poetry Contest, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Best Rhyming Poem This Year" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.



Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017


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My Inner Voice



I leave the daily hustle and bustle of a city's cacophony of sound. And go to where the leaves softly rustle in the breeze... and no one else is around. When I'm alone, I find an inner peace that raises my soul to a higher plane. And anxiety's attacks slowly cease free from critical critiques and disdain. Seclusion fuels imagination shaping reality within my mind. And it's a feeling of liberation, unrestricted by rules of any kind. Whenever I seek solitude by choice I hush the whispers of my inner voice. (Sonnet) May 2, 2018 The Beauty of Solitude Line Gauthier


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018


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Puppets Of Hell On The Stage Of Life

Upon the stage of life
there are many puppets of hell.
Their bright costumes conceal sin and strife
and beneath them deception does dwell.

Their lines are a demon inspired script.
They put on a convincing act.
Many souls over their lies have tripped.
It truly is a sad fact.

They call good, evil and evil, good.
Their footwear is the hypocrite’s shoe.
If it’s possible they really would
like to slip that charlatan sandal on you.

Masters are they of façade and guise,
sometimes robed as angels of light.
They prey upon both simple and wise.
To turn men from truth is their delight.

Perhaps it’s a hand puppet or a marionette
dancing to the beat of a diabolical drum.
Their deceptive doctrines some never vet,
and to fabrication they thus succumb.

If their mantras you cannot tolerate,
if you don’t embrace them fully,
puppet voices they’ll raise while they are irate.
They’ll call you a bigot or bully.

There is one sure cure that we have today
to keep ourselves from being shook.
Check out the lines that they boldly say
‘gainst God’s Holy, infallible Book.

If you see through those serpentine soliloquies now,
and things aren’t as they have supposed,
don’t allow the moppets their final bow.
Let the curtain on their drama be closed.

9/21/17



Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017


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WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND

WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies, peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog attached to curve hands of green Cathedrals. A carpet of bluebells and daffodils covers the earth below. Creeping slow are mosses and vines hugging the trees. Polka dots of blood rich roses stand out. Festoons of lavanders, garlands of lilacs marched a primrose path for the queen while the fruits from cherries' hush blush; to peaches supple flair winks on mellow pear. Afloat midair are high and low golden notes trembling free upon river runs and bushes land. Snaps and bounds from strums of bumblebees; signal the nightingales to sing their anthem loud; Their thumps of dulcet-sounds shake the hours. Scents pure as Spring May cocoons the fair while all around swirls the dragonflies-- the star dancers of the sun-kissed day. Rushing wind whistles a lullaby to cast a spell of never-never-land, for there live... thumb-size flying creatures of their kind. Regal in blinding white are the fays and fairies. __________________________________________________ NEW TITLE: MY TRIP TO FAIRYLAND Rainbow-sprinkled clouds marching above the skies, Sun's golden rays peek in-between curved hands of lush green Cathedrals crashing the net of fog sleeping on the ground. A carpet of bluebells plus flashing violets exhale scents on the air. Sly-like mosses and vines hug the trunk of trees. Polka dots of blood rich roses pose, standing grand. Festoons of lavanders, garland of lilacs, swelling banana blossoms, cherries hush-rush blushes with peaches winking flair on frowning pears all prod to honor the queen. High and low golden notes tremble free upon river runs to proud bushes land. From strums of bumblebees are leaps and pounds, luring nightingales'anthem on a merry-dancing groove. Thumps of dulcet-sounds shake the passing hours, Rainbow hues cocoons the fair while all around dragonflies twirl and dive- they, the star-dancers of that sun kissed day. Impressed wind whistles the lullaby spelling never-never-land, for there... there live.. thumb-size flying creatures regal in blinding white-- are the fays and fairies. ______________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY ---April 07, 2015 ©O.E> Guillermo 9:52 pm, April 05, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015


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My Solace, A Poet's Thoughts on Poetry

The wonder of nature you describe with the color of feelings that even the blind sees the beauty, for you anoint with your sight. From my forgotten core, words you inspire gush forth in indignant prose like the lion who protects her young, who roars in warning lest she devour. You lend me insight from your wisdom and give me laughter with your wit, you pump the pulse in my veins when passion and sensuality is lit. You kindle the fire in this heart when love is found and collect the ash from the burnt cinder that haunts, when love is lost. You hold my breath in exhilaration when I soar to triumphant heights, the balm that soothes my pain when I’m down, your song remains the solace I have found when life is hard, and the one profound expression of the myriad emotions that defy words of common use. O Poetry, you bring tears to my eyes, when in your lines I feel God cries as I endure and withstand the ugliness, the haughtiness, of someone’s pride. Yet with the turn of page and time, you coax from my lips such radiant smile for with each stage in this life of mine, a poem is birthed, flutters, and flies.
24 May 2015 Poem of the Week - 31 May to 06 June 2015 Awarded 1st Place for both A Poets's Worth Contest and My Favorite Poem Contest


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015


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Sunday Morning - me singing -


Sunday Morning

Piano intro:

Verse:

Can you see the sun is shining down
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the rain upon the ground
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Verse:

Can you hear the trees the wind is swaying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you hear the song the birds are saying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore


Chorus: 

There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Verse:

Can you hear he’s calling out to you
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
There is so much more that you can do
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Chorus:

There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.

Verse:

Can you hear the little children crying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can feel the flowers are you trying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

On Sunday morning, on Sunday morning (Repeat) 






Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017


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Take Me Somewhere Exotic

The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me seafoam fields poppied
with pomegranate and honey 
opium of jasmine lilting on a leeward drowse
delicious sift of sand drifting
warm and soft between my toes
as coral breezes court flamingo scapes
with pina colada suns
and I drift in and out of hibiscus euphoria
Let a mist of cockatoos flutter
in lapis skies puffed with fat feather clouds
parrots and toucans preening
like a rainbow shimmer
Tingle my pineapple senses
through the afterglow of mango afternoons 
Create visions of paradise
in the cerulean of hyacinth
and never bring me back

7/19/17


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017


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Starlit Diva

My mind has wings and wants to fly into galaxies where stars streak. Aloft on whispers and a sigh a hint of stardust on my cheek. Into galaxies where stars streak astral winds golden gives me flair, a hint of stardust on my cheek starlit d i v a with solar hair. Astral winds golden gives me flair through cosmic currents I do wing. Starlit d i v a with solar hair enjoying my celestial fling. Through cosmic currents I do wing aloft on whispers and a sigh. Enjoying my celestial fling, my mind has wings and wants to fly. ~ 4th Place ~ Contest: End July Premiere 2017 Sponsor: Brian Strand Susan Ashley July 23, 2017


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017


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Midnight Romance

Midnight Romance

Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable

Charcoal sketches meander in my mind
While jasmine-absinthe incense is burning
it's smoke, evokes passions clearly defined
porcelain skin blushes with love's yearning

Obsidian-ebony eyes that gleam
pleading to quench needy soulful desire
beckoning me to unite in the dream
willingly, I rush to put out the fire

My mind's eye sees quivering crimson lips
As love drips from ivory fingertips




October 18,2017









Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017


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TO THE FLOWER

TO THE FLOWER Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight; amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love. Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free of guilt Your hues painted another sunrise for my eyes; when once I failed to catch the pledge of morn. A seed of hope was born to white petals blush. Though there are silhouettes of bitter yesterdays must all the phantoms of illusions fade and leave...? Your floating aroma stirred and shot my nerves; inspiring a nightingale to sing some joyous laments; It swayed with grace to dance on wind's despotic beat. among the rustling leaves which hug the earth below; So like the sun, which from distant horizon smiles; it roused the sleepy world to begin the pen of baby prose. The unfolding mystery of your petals brought my bewildered mind to peacock's reflection. Alas! All was transient. These eyes probe beneath but were blinded by the intrusion of some stray shine; Ambitions which from afar are building sprout; t'is that which let this self to irksome doubt. Lovely blossom of the wild, this sojourner nigh to tame your perfume's sweet stinging scent. A restless soul by some wicked, destiny pokes; someone called--- but pity, I couldn't tell a note. If by magic, a butterfly I could become; Let it be over my being slowly span. Then with you (though the specters in our midst are fierce), I could jet fly though miseries without fear. But am just a mortal of faith that blows this wish for only covenants call for my journey still? I cannot be forever the one who would share your sweetness; (Harken, fairies of blooms, this wilderness is not my lair.) I shall not want to witness you wilt as no time left to stay. Never again will you see me at day-break's bloom, save something special for others to experience you. This fleeting apparition I so adored; promised me burgeoning petals. "Be not afraid as seasons change, beyond today, I won't be here to see that no harm be done with all intentions to your sacred charm. As today, I leave you to Mother's Nature tender care, for I must go to some greater musing-- heaven's ground. Wilt not, as soon the rain will dash, refreshing you my dear. If I return someday-- will your sublime scent still be here?" __________________________________________________________ Your Best Poem - Poetry Contest Sponsor Shadow Hamilton ~~3rd place~~ Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun - Poetry Contest Sponsor Debbie Guzzi ~~2nd Place~~ POEM OF THE DAY: October 21, 2015 Inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet's painting: -----http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/236x/1d/c4/37/1dc437f88c0cfb2fbcc9333bd35bb8c3.jpg ©Olive Eloisa Guillermo October 20, 2014, 10:19 pm


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014


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My Heart Skips a Beat My Love

My heart skips a beat my love each and every time 
I’m with you my dearest sweet and lovely Darling
Since the passions and feelings you stir in me
Touch the very depth of my inner being and soul
And render themselves not to mere words only
Suitable for depiction, exhibition, understanding
Rather to the image and strength of your beauty
And your rapturous desire and feeling as they
Defy rational attempts at any simple description
For you are the most radiant beyond all compare
	
My heart skips a beat my love when we lie together
Locked in a most enchanting embrace and kissing
So deeply, palpably that we run out of breath and pant
Anxiously at what comes next in our mutual longing
And crescendo as our passions explode and express
Themselves in a most hungry trail of urges and desires
Which makes finding love for us all the more magical
Pairing us together like a couple of star-struck kids 
Lost impossibly in moments of hope and imagination 
In a timeless world of love, desire, emotion, and oneness

My heart skips a beat my love when we walk so closely
Hand-in-hand talking, laughing, and living our dreams
Confronting the world and taking on whatever comes
Next as we steer our ship of destiny on a true course
Where our like-thoughts and deep love for each other
Mean something quite special that only Dreamers and 
Poets can imagine and set to melody and harmony in perfect 
Verses of sheer passion and delight painted onto a canvas  
Of unending happiness where Heaven and Earth are one
My heart skips a beat my love when we’re forever one

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(November 5, 2014) (Free Verse)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014


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BLACK MAGIC WOMAN


Madame Mistress, ebonies princess,
Southern comforts golden jewel,
A golden beauty down south does dwell.
She hides many secrets beneath her,
Glittering mask of mystery's mystic spells.
A dark priestess is this Cajun queen,
Black widows magic women,
Known as Ms. New Orleans.
In her crimson gown, trimmed by
Velvet's purple hues, she smiles
Behind her white lace fan.
A beguiling angel is she the devils
 Own kindred.
The voodoo queen of the swampy delta,
Ruling over the shadow demons,
Whom guard the everglades.
Underneath fancy face and social grace,
Lies the misbegotten heart of a
 Witches soul.
Here the trumpets sound at,
La Carnival as minstrels stroll,
Down Bourbon Street with rhythmic,
Precision's precise step.
Come join in celebrations grand parade,
The Maude Gra. Where anything goes,
Here things are forgotten as the sun rises,
This grand lady of beauty's legacy's charm.
Presses one finger to her redden lips,
Speaking not more than a hushed whispers
Sigh carried across bayou.
Thus does the Spanish moss weep, for
Those lost souls swallowed whole,
Beneath nights dark covenant of death.
Ghostly images walk the muddy side shores,
Phantom spectators existing as prisoners,
Trapped in limbos web, a thin fine line
Between the living and the dead.
Beware lone travelers, those for whom,
Seek mysteries glamor and mystic,
Of the southern by ways.
All are welcome to taste our spicy
Hospitality.
Yet beware pay homages respect,
To Mz. New Orleans, she after all takes
Great care of her own.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

 




Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015


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Callused Fingers

Callused fingers press vibrating strings
drawing passion from a violin.
And with burnished wood snug to his cheek
the violinist plays from its heart.

Subtle vibes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love’s betrayal
music stirs the imagination.

His bow hangs like a lingering kiss
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And then with tears trickling down his cheek
he unleashes unbridled fervor.

Experiencing pangs of rapture
sound slips the bonds of reality.
And as each note penetrates my heart
it ignites flames of fire and passion.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015


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Home is a Burning Flame

“Home is a Burning Flame”
Align yourself with the belief that HOME will come to you in the end You can see yourself in her eyes, but you are not there She must follow her own flame Barefoot over broken glass and rusty nails Tender Moorings is your Heart One day she will understand her revolving door journey Until that time arise Keep the burning fire alive The warmth it emanates She will carry to be brave. "HOME" Is a Burning Flame. (Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018) For my Mother 18/9 d. I see you, I hear you. For my Daughter 18/9 b. Do you see me, do you hear me? "I am my mother's daughter." 1. Paradise Circus https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auyXqyhk4lQ


Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018


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An Ebony Tether

A scarlet sun singes the edge of earth
as stillness swiftly spreads over the ground.
And receding rays give shadows their girth
swallowing the last lingering light found.

Twilight fades as darkness begin to creep
loosely leashed to an ebony tether.
And from the undergrowth there's not a peep
as dusk gathers stray shadows together.

As the day shuts down stars begin to show
glittering against a backdrop of black.
And as tides in cobalt skies ebb and flow
darkness welcomes the flickering lights back.

Shadows shackle silhouettes to the night
awaiting dawn and the first rays of light.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017


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Agony And Ecstasy

Cascading waves wash ashore tickling our toes as we stroll. And moonbeams set a thousand jewels sparkling... upon the shoal. Smiles summon sweet emotions as we walk upon the beach hand in hand under a starry sky... Pausing, to build castles in the sand. Romantic sparks ignite flames of passion by a tranquil sea, and fledgling souls unite for eternity... Hopes and tears equally shared define the essence of living. And yet love offers a joy reserved for fantasies and dreams... Agony and ecstasy meld to greet each hungry kiss. And consumed by desire we've never felt a love... quite like this! Written 09/18/2016


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016


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Sea Song


Oh precious, dulcet diva, Oceantide ... you, of sand and foam 
     And abundance, all your moods and meanderings speak deep
          My spirit, wistful and wan, musings captured, gist enraptured ...

     I listen, close ...

On those warm and windy days, your voice cuts clear, carries with
     It the joy of sun sprites alighting on wave tops, hopping crest-to-crest
          Like so many gold pieces tumbling from yawning pockets, laden ...

     I listen, rapt ...

Becalmed days, the lull of low tide ... gentle swells reach their arms
     Ashore, the cold brine washing sand and shell and spindrift like breezes
          Sweeping the grasslands ... rolling, as imagination rolls in the mind ...

     I listen, soft ...

Whispering in my ear of the secret dark places in my heart,
     Exquisite, illusory realms where passion and reverie hide, pulsing
          With urge, aphotic ... warm, enigmatic feelings flow and ebb ...

     I listen, true ...

An ocean storm's raging beauty, thus, somber clouds, splashed Payne's
     Gray, swirl cruelly as Neptune flits his tresses, sea sirens lament with
          Angry screams as their backs are broken on reef and crag ...

     I listen, soft ...

Gentle swells lapping brief, the sand, Luna rising to the lullaby of a
     Bell buoy, its tender peals coaxing the moonlight to shore, softened
          Beams tiptoeing gently atop to join the phosphorescent waterline,
               (Not to wake the slumbering breezes) ...

     I listen, sad ...

The gulls and terns laugh at the folly, a man straining his ageing ears
     To the song of the tides that he loves so completely, the most divine
          And elegant aria known, of a voice so immortal and pure - so dark and
               Deep and ageless - that it will croon on, long after there is naught ...

     Left to listen.




~ 1st Place ~  in the "New Poems Only" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Sponsor.



Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2018


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I've Never Heard Snow

I've never heard the sound of snow
nor dawning's oboes crooning light,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow

and chimings of the flurries grow
as alabastrine wings take flight.
I've never heard the sound of snow

when cello strings caress the bow
of morning at its burnished height,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow

a salmon cirrus cameo, 
diaphanous and opalite.
I've never heard the sound of snow,

piano in the afterglow
of sunshine's brittle fahrenheit,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow

ebullient through the chorals' flow
'cross winter's operatic white.
I've never heard the sound of snow,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow.


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017


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A Huffle-wink's Nearby



You all know about fire breathing dragons and their obsession for hoarding treasure. But, have you ever heard of Huffle-winks magical creatures...that promote pleasure. Invisible, atop of dragonflies they ride the winds of fate, mile after mile. And whenever they encounter a frown they'll try to flip it...into a smile. They harness dragonflies to get around for unlike dragons, they haven't learned to fly. But, if suddenly you feel like laughing it's a safe bet...a Huffle-wink's nearby. In winter when dragonflies disappear they’ll hitch a ride on tumbling snowflakes. And if your lucky enough to catch one it's like winning the lottery sweepstakes. I've never seen one, except in my dreams but, I know in my heart that they are real. And what makes me so sure that they exist is the wonderful way they make me feel. When you're feeling particularly blue remember there are Huffle-winks around. And they're masters of jocularity, ensuring that smiles and laugher abound. (Quatrain) May 17, 2018 Dragons, Dragonflies, and Huffle-winks Poetry Contest Caren Krutsinger


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018


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I Am A Poet

The entire world to me is a stage
Every era and every age
Upon which my paper and pen can engage.
I am a poet.

Emotions I’ve captured in spheres I’ve explored
With parchment my shield and quill my sword
For all, who with me will come on board.
I am a poet.

In words I write of what I feel
Of a principle, moral or ideal
And sometimes it becomes an appeal.
I am a poet.

I ride on the wings of imagination
To take me to my next destination
And hope to gain your participation.
I am a poet.

Toward words I have an enduring leaning
I love to ponder their nuance and meaning
And strive to share the wonders I’m gleaning.
I am a poet.

The things of which to inscribe are rife
So many circumstances of this life
Victories, defeats, joys and strife.
I am a poet.

I know this incessant writer’s itch
Will probably never make me rich
But I don’t care, I’ve found my niche.
I am a poet.

6/2/18

submitted for Best Rhyming Poem April-July 15, 2018 Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
2nd place


Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2018