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FIRES OF IMAGINATION 52 by Strand, Brian
FIRES OF IMAGINATION 51 by Strand, Brian
Bird of Prey by Cozart, Dale Gregory
Dancing hall by Ochwo-Oburu, Solomon
Puppy in trouble by Ochwo-Oburu, Solomon
FIRES OF IMAGINATION 50 by Strand, Brian
BLOWN OFF LIGHTS by MAKHAKHA, MOSES KISIANG'ANI
Imperial City by Cozart, Dale Gregory
VOLUPTUOUS OUTLOOK by Weerakkody, Jayaratne
FIRES OF IMAGINATION 49 by Strand, Brian

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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
in pomegranate and honey 
the opium of jasmine lilting
on a leeward drowse
the 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
as parrots and toucans preen
like a rainbow shimmer
Tingle my pineapple senses
in the afterglow
of mango afternoons 
Create visions 
of paradise
in the cerulean
of hyacinth
And never bring me back


7th Place
Exotic Contest
Sponsor:  Debbie Guzzi
7/19/17


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017


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Peacocks and Predators


The raptor and the peacock hence,
Sit pensive on a rambling fence.
The first, inclined to be the host,
Jumped down to claim the nearest post.
The pea averse to snubs or quailing
Moves closer on the weathered railing.

Both immersed in trailing thoughts
Mused on nigh, and what was naught.
The Pea fans its tail in public splendor
Cramped raptor prefers an opposing gender.
He clasps a plume of gleaming thread
To implant it on his own stark head.

On and on, a grueling day
Feathers plucked; cold work at play.
Peafowl’s once featured feathered shafts
Now forlornly bare and subject to draft.
The predacious bird, a cocky thief
Snidely at par, to a native chief.

Clips of sun reveal a shadowy bane
The unlikely pair cast as one and the same


Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2016


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Swallow Whole The Moon

With mouth open wide
I swallow whole the moon
hoping to feel the tides
deep within the womb
of my feminine side
allow this man to bloom.
Pregnant with ideas
I am giving birth to poems.
These rocks, rivers and trees
are all my native homes,
a glossy jagged marble
to sanctify these bones.
So look above no more
upon the seas of night
to search for Luna, grand,
no orb will grace the sky
for I have snatched her fullness
and ate a great moon pie.


Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2017


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Absinthe Leaves

In the firmament of trees
October's eye
looks down in cruel azure
on summer's absinthe leaves,
flocking like survivors
to a mortal haven.
Autumn's blood magma
creeps through leaves
bequeathing fire 
and brittle amber. 
Fertile frost breeds
in arctic prisms,
whispering feral eddas
as withering violets
echo bitter truth.


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2018


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Bird of Prey

A cerulean heron
perches in cloisonne
among jade shoots
of a topaz tree
as shadows of platinum fish
undulate in silence
of teal waters.
The tableau of moonstone,
fulgid in azure sky,
hovers in citrine dusk
above pearl clouds 
and indigo coastal bluffs.
Night's onyx falls quickly;
the food chain pauses
until sun's lambent carnelian
emerges above a pewter horizon,
when jeweled birds of prey feed
and the gemstone cycle continues.


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2018


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Seasons

With a chill still in the wind, spring arrives
Clutching her white coat that slowly melts
In Sun's warmth, coaxing blossom's birth.

Humidity heavy with the scent of Jasmine
Announces summer's steamy footsteps
As ripe strawberries share sweet savors.

A harvest moon greets lovely autumn, smiling,
When her frosty breath changes verdant leaves
To glorious hues, drifting down, dancing to death.

When winter white fleeces her snowy shawl,
Maple trees share syrup from their vitreous veins.
Hearth's smoke rises above naked trees at rest.

4-4-16

Contest: Seasons
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton




Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016


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PHOTOGRAPHS AND POEMS


With my brightened lens, I watch you mystically zooming in zooming out, and my eyes focus on the shutter where a hundred gulls flap in brief moments: carefully, I seize the image, almost lost in transition as my rushed stanzas etch the language of your distinct angles. Following your trail, I chance upon a lattice of asters sprawled on pine wood grating my line of phrases: flowers posing without shame, beautiful like summer ‘s shape...and I watch you romp in the blur of rain clicking on a Kodak chrome; while my quill explodes with the burst of your animated snapshots. My dear, in this symbiotic flow where poetry and visual arts understand the hidden grandeur of the world, shall this my verse meld with your splashed landscape? .................... August Premiere Contest for Brian Strand


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015


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Till My Poems Are, no More

I bequeath to you my poems,
For words are all I own--
May the images of snow and fall
Bring you comfort when alone.

And I will leave you all of it;
The moonlight on the moor--
As well the quiet, leafy wood,
Or a sunbathed distant shore.

And among the rhyme and imagery;
The metaphor, and theme--
You'll read of rose and morning dew,
Of midnight naps, and dream.

And somewhere in between the lines
The fantasy turns real--
So take these words I proffer you,
And touch, and taste, and feel.

Amazing are the things you'll see,
Like the ivy-covered wall--
Or the icy streams of diamond
And the spill of waterfall.

So enchanting is the moonlight,
So too the autumn breeze--
Oh how I'll miss the butterflies
And the stand of ancient trees.

So precious is the lily pond,
The wildflowers too--
Take comfort in the song of rain
And the pansies playful hue.

How amazing is the hummingbird
In uncertain, frenzied flight--
Reminds me of the dawn and eve
As they argue, day or night.

And in the valley of the glen,
Where stands the steeple church--
There remains a knee-high meadow,
And a lovely stand of birch.

So Immerse yourself in wondering,
Set your spirit to the sky--
Behold as children, puffs of cloud;
The bee and butterfly.

And let your palette taste the wind,
Hear the quiet of the snow--
While delighting in the jasmine;
The sweetest scent I know.

Take my words and nurture them,
Kindly revel in my dream--
And keep alive the buttercup,
As well the mountain stream.

May you sleep the night, and linger;
That my dream may carry on--
Give life to every word and thought
Till the images are gone.

May you celebrate the beauty;
May you open every door--
Till the sun is swallowed by the sea,
And my poems are, no more.

~M





Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2014


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AROUSE ME

AROUSE ME 

Enchant me 
Serenade me 
Touch me

Raise my temperature
Heighten my senses 
Make me tingle all over 

Apply your hands to my trembling body 
Caress the heaving contours 
Of my pliant body

Feel the rhythm of my passions
Boiling within 
Explore all of what I have to give 

Arouse me 
Titillate me 
Enhance my desire 
Make me tingle with your soft kisses

Own me 
Mould me 
Control me 

Free me of inhibitions
School me in desire 
Pleasure me 

It’s not all about me 
But of you and I becoming we


Copyright © evrod samuel | Year Posted 2013


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Paint A Picture Black and Gray

Pull out the easel
   set the canvas positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark bound hostage
   to charcoal cooled coals etching images;
Faceless entities slipping in and out the background
   earth toned sojourners accepting, alone, quiet, dying;
Still the images in silence
   hard and disfigured grotesque horrors in place;
Somber soul drained eyes skeletal
   socket holes buried in the heart;
Let tears fall down their cheeks
   in wonder, awe and fear of what happens next.
Acrylic primers dilute the wash in the story line
   flaking and cracking each soul and truth;
Polyptych blended burnish bleeds 
   quiet, soft exuding whimpered cries,
Chiaroscuro collages of death from life
   fading to diluent breaths of an unholy  silence;
Graded gouache monochrome scraper boards
  releasing sfumatos of singular communal lives sacrificed
Varnish the final rendition to camouflage
  the actuality of what it represents
Time immemorial in genocide atrocities
  of Native Americans, Cambodians, Hawaiians, 
     Jews, Rwandans, Bosnia, Darfur,.
When does it stop?
  Life is more precious then this
      until change comes
Paint the Picture Black and Gray
      and pray then act.




For The Seeker - My take on the Holocaust 10/11/2016


Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016


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ANOTHER AFRICAN DAWN

ANOTHER AFRICAN DAWN

The silence of the dawn even before
the first bird sings its unique little composition to the world
crispness of the previous night fills the air
encouraging a deep breath of purity before daily issues pollute 
how easy it is to replace this beautiful time of the day 
perceived importance of one or two extra hours of slumber
only the wisdom of an Omniscient Creator could perfect this orchestration 
each new day with such peace and promise-
the Eternal assurance of a new beginning

Dry, dusty, icy, bouncy, luxurious….. Land Rover 
morning expectancy contrasting half awake awareness
novelty of a time spent inconsistent with the predictability of standard sunrise routine
a contemplative- life assessment at break of day
wrapped up in awareness of the cold beauty and African spaces


Red Sun Competition    
 March 2013



Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2013


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Between Shades

“Alive,” she said,
 “and becoming such a beautifully-
painted picture.”

Where-in you walk wispy
(She said)
through the moon’s light
shinning on the branches
of leafless trees.

Then tomorrow shakes his tired head,
halfway into Autumn’s-
dead middle;
and you stand shaded and colored
(She said)
by the fiery skies.

While down among your feet
the wilted flowers 
wake like a carnival 
and encircle you
(She said)
with forgotten happiness.

And on you trod shyly
into forests of yes and no.
Where all happiness is lost,
and the flowers forget-
to grow.

“Alive,” she said.


Copyright © joshua ten eyck | Year Posted 2006


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one wish

i imagined finding a bottle in the desert sea 
all encased with jewels it mystified me
i open up the bottle 
and out comes a puff of smoke 
it swirled all around
but did not make me choke
then out of no where 
a form began to appear
it was you, my jennie
popped up from nowhere 
you are my magic jennie 
with power to grant my every wish
you wait for my command 
but truly i am thoughtless
you are my wish 
and nothing else would do
when it comes to wishing
i have no more to do
you and nothing else would satisfy me
you and nothing else would compleat my dream
you and nothing else would i write into this scene
you and nothing else would i make my queen
thoughtless yet am i 
to all material things
your presence is my answer
to my sweetest dreams
your beauty is my treasure
such a wonderous thing
your spirit is my light
to you i'll always cling
so here to you i'll say
and lets be on our way
you don't have to be a jennie
just be mine everyday


Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2009


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elbbabohcysp

There's a place whence children dwell amid fairy stories, popcorn rainbows & candied unicorns, which is fine & dandy except when you're supposed to be a grown-ass adult, some people live 'round La-La landscapes without a hint of reality's woefulness, unable to read skywriting on the cosmos If you believe in miracles or that nothing ever changes and love lasts forever and a day or just say, you got a damn ticket because your unicorn was inconveniently double-parked, rest assured thine meter is delusional


Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016


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Sweet Citrus

I kissed July's hot tangerine lips
swam in cool aquamarine eyes
basked in blond and honey rays
dreamed in mango pomegranate sunsets 
of lime hillsides and marmalade roses
Years of sweet citrus passed in golden hours

One day I woke
to find translucent eyes 
in burnt sienna
as trees wept leaves
in burgundy and olive
Soon the eyes
were frozen in powder
Ashen shadows blew
across barren groves
of spindled spruce
and howled 
with December's lonely moon
But from my fire lit window
I hold fast to memories
of daffodils and oranges
mingled with the burn
of lemon tears


7/16/17


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017


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Blood and Coral

Dusk seeps lapis The horizon looms in blood and coral Crows emerge from peacock plumes shrieking caws of darkness wings flap their incessant onyx Talon wounds of starlight multiply and meld into the coming day the cover of night perforated into salmon blooms and cornflowers 1st Place Early Summer Premier Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand 6/9/17


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017


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A Resplendence of Sunflowers

As brief as summer you swept across my heart's desert like a Santa Ana wind's hot kiss. Now the eastern passes are still and gray as virgin rocks unto a land whispering of forgotten wildflowers. In your absence marigolds bloom not with the disappeared mockingbird. Only with the last petals of withered amaryllis do I ache: you brought me a translucence of amber for my burnished bouquet. Love was an ebullience of golden wheat, our laughter a resplendence of sunflowers. 1st Place Mid Summer Standard Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand 6/11/17


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017


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Lazy Afternoon

Dozing on a cream-colored comforter I care not for a cacophony of color cloistered near my ear but vague vestiges of vanilla whispers melting in an ivory bowl 1st Place Mid Summer Standard Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand 7/19/17


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017


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The Sapphire

The Sapphire

Could I but turn a sapphire inside out,
And walk beneath its night blue skies,
Lighted only by diamonds set therein.
I would find it dull as the gray of twilight,
Compared to my fall into your phalo eyes.


Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017


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Teal Harbor

Idle porcelain boats are seagulls floating on a teal harbor blond moorings cast like kelp Sails stiff as egrets glide slowly toward a cerulean channel Atop turtle islands pastel cottages are pearls gleaming on oyster beaches umbrellas splayed like starfish on sandstone terraces schools of rainbow blossoms wafting in the salty air 3rd Place Late June Premier Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand 6/25/17


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017


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Can't Take Much Mo

I could pound her head against a brick wall
or find some modicum of logic to install
but those would probably do no good at all
for she is filled with bitter anger and gall

Do these words portray someone you know
If I could change her attitude, I'd make it so
the world would have a much brighter glow
hold me back cuz I can't take much mo!

I've seen a few others who tried enlightening
but her mind is closed, her heart tightening
her audacity flashes like forked lightning
she's so churlish and stubborn, it's frightening





Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017


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Sardines

Through the water they glide, 
an immense mosaic of millions of silvery fish 
on their migratory run, 
obeying a call immemorial, 
a mystery of aquatic unison 
choreographed by instinct primordial. 
 
They billow,	
a grainy smoke cloud 
in which light drowns.   

A ruffling,
like an enormous bedspread 
being shaken out in slow motion 
by an invisible giant.  

They turn into a mesh,
glistening, spinning around, tightening, 
a net woven with fish for catching water. 

They stretch, 
a submerged galaxy 
unspooling into a braided rope 
in a blue universe. 

They bank, 
and silver ripples across the shoal, 
a wheat field touched by a soaking breeze. 

Then they move on, 
flashing by, 
like underwater rain falling sideways. 

Before the predators get to them,
my eyes are feasting.  


Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2017


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She Weeps for Summer

In autumn's brisk crimson
she weeps for summer.
September courts her
with scarlet and fire,
but xanthic plains
and sun's saffron blush
on cobalt lakes
stain her cheeks.
She'll sleep
in winter's bereft cloister,
the lambent trickle
of peach orchards
seeping into her dreams,
memories embossed
on a gold-stained pillow.


Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2018


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Alone

Standing alone
in the center
of it all……
muttering
to a passing
breeze
	…….“stay”.


John G. Lawless
©4/27/2018


Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2018


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My Soul Belongs to You

I feel your spirit in the trees
        As your blessed birds
Surround me with their song.
        That first warm sip 
Of morning tea,
        My closed eyes,
deep long breaths
        As I meditate and
I sense your divineness in me.

I feel your breath upon my cheek
        In a caressing breeze
That wanders by,
        That faintest floral scent
That lingers in the air
        Lets me know 
You are everywhere.

I feel one with the rising sun
        As twilight skies 
Gently morph from lavender to blue,
        And your fingers of light behind
Silver clouds subtlety filters through.
        I am thrilled to spend 
Another glorious day with you.

rev. June 11, 2016


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015