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Never Stop Dancing

I am the diamond
     that breathes 
     in your hands;
The fine lace to sway in
     breezes through windows
     as I crumble dedans la pirouette;
The cyclone, the earthquake,
     implosion of power
     in your arms.

          Spin me a room,
          Weave me a rainbow,
          Pull me to you and
          push me away.
          Burn me, absorb me.

I tumble, trip, fall, 
     to be lifted by you,
     elevated, levitated;
Finest rags, softest fringe,
     ripple around 
     last evening light;
Raise me slowly
     on tiptoes;
Rescue me, scream my name
     loud.

          Spin me your laughter,
          Catch me, don't drop me,
          Pull me to you,
          never push me away.
          Dance, don't stop.

Never stop.

***

May 10, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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You Know

Yes, my dear, you know, You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope I need your emotion spread onto my life, I need your heart to sing among the darkness surrounding Do not let our words run dry Together, in strength, we will always know And now you know, So smile, be joyous, and kiss these candid truths For they proclaim your greatness to the universe In shouts of glory, in loving whispers, On every shine of ocean shivers, You know You will always know I love you for you
To all my poetic friends, this poem is dedicated to you! This includes: David Breidenthal, Sharon Breidenthal, Rebecca Larkin, Justin A. Bordner, Just That Archaic Poet(Chan), HGarvey Daniel Esquire, James Peranteau, Guillermo Soto, Mystic Rose(Vienna), Dan Kearley, Liam Mcdaid, Kim Patrice Nunez, Rob S, Jack Ellison, Duke Beaufort, Drake Eszes(Gabriel), Davina Browne, Gary Bateman , Kyle Carlson, John Fleming, Peter Walsh, Sarah Kendrick, Jade Celeste(Eileen), Mikey Scribner, Bindu Vijayan, Don Johnson, Jake Ponce, FJ Thomas, Jan Allison, Emile Pinet, Honestly J.T, Stephen Kilmer, SKAT A, Tim Ryerson, Richard Lamoureaux, Maurice Yvonne, Giorgio A.V, Lyric Man, Mustapha Mohammed, Justin Connor, Tim Smith, Poet Destroyer A (Linda), Olive Eloisa Guillermo, James Marshall Goff, Hannington Mumo, scott thirtyseven, Judy Kronos, Eve Roper, Sandra Haight, Gautami Phookan, Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, Connie Marcum Wong,Rightly Jennings Nathan Fehr, Devin Irving, Robert L. Hinshaw, Ralph Taylor,Tanja Vermaak,Nicole Viernes,Neva Romaine, Anne Lise Andreson, Nandita Das, Funom Makama, Kevin Leake, Tammy Reams, Dean Marais, David Meade, Debbie Guzzi, Peter Holmes, Sunflower Poetess, Dr.Upma A. Sharma, William Gray, Rajat Kanti Chakraba Rty, Courtney Courtney, Cherl Dunn, David Brown, Casarah Nance, Paul Callus, Ronald Zammit, Jiril Clemons, Carl Fraser, Afolabi Muideen, Dr. Ram Mehta, Shadow Hamilton, Donovan Willis, Cynthia Ferguson, Ed Ebbs, Nette Onclaud, Cindy Cayton, Wayne Riley, Muhammad Safa Thajudeen, Sheri Fresonke Harper, Yeisiel Rios, Chelsea Chords, David Mohn, Gerald Moise, Verlena S. Walker, Kelly Deschler, Ettie Christian, Arild Andresen Ertsland, Malik Yaseen, Kurdt Cohen, Arlene Smith, Karl Marszalowicz, Pace INK-U-SCRIPT, Elly D. A. Wouterse, Pandita Sanchez, Elisabeth Wesley, Carrie Richards, John Loving iii, Andrea Dietrich, Chris D. Aechtner, Robert Petitt, Jay Loveless, KJ Force, Vicky Tsiluma, Craig Cornish, Johnney Rhinem, Keith Bickerstaffe, David Scott, The Situation, Red Fiery, Painted Hunter, Harry Horseman, Edward Orozco, Wayland Bunch, Wally Flint ,James Horn...and so many more!!!


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015


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Ageless Seeds Of Simple Joys



When walking in splatter of Spring's anticipated rains
blessed is the youth in you, if wearing no shoes;
further given if you can then see rainbow hues
thus finding such fantastic sights halt great worries and pains.

Such fleeting rewards fly by with blossoming paradise sails
should you bask in that magnificent soft warm glow;
savor precious moment, follow which way it blows
casting care to the wind, seek victory that never fails?

As smiling blue sky, clears to send you a most wondrous day
your heart explodes in radiance of sacred gifts 
with sunny joy bestowed as clouded spirit lifts -
hope’s appreciation cupped in hands; precious golden ray.

Sweet tears of joy that bring us back to laughter of our youth
when colors filled our world not overcast with doubt,
and purest pleasures bloomed and new ideas did sprout
from creativity’s simple seeds sown in fertile truth.

So for a time give wings to worry’s flight from your pained mind,
your future’s not as bleak as life would make it seem;
bare feet can splash in puddles neath a rainbowed dream,
life’s pleasures in your golden age still there for you to find. 



Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

July 9, 2018
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My poet’s note: My dear friend Robert, your enchanting inspiration has worked its magic, once again, for generating yet another radiant collaborative experience. It’s was with wonderful pleasure that I enjoyed the opportunity to write with you this meaningful poem of hope and happiness as one grows older… the golden thread of hope continues to weave its way through our writes and I’m proud of the tapestry our words do create. I relish the privilege of being your writing partner, it is my  lovely joy and an honor. Your superb poetic talent and insight gives your poetry a lustrous quality and a rich value that I treasure. It is with my truest appreciation that I call you, my friend. Thank you Robert..


Robert’s poet note: I must thank you again my dear friend- for your friendship is a blessing and writing with me is an honored and most splendid gift from a very talented, generous and kindhearted friend and exceptional poet! Your golden verses flow as a cool breeze and soothe as hot cup of coffee on a cool Spring morn. You will always have my gratitude for all the wonderful things you do for me both as a dear friend and as a writing partner.







Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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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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This Gypsy Soul

This gypsy soul is on the road It leaves castles far behind It abandons ghostly mist which sabotages the caravan of life It passes along the mountainside by golden hay fields where daises bloom By streams of waters which sweeps a withered rose towards the decayed lumber fume This gypsy soul is on the road from Edinburgh to Loch Lomond against high winds,against the rain,against aquatic monsters of pain This gypsy soul is on the road to the woodlands of your heart where I would camp inside your tent as our blissful thoughts impart This gypsy soul within myself and all the woman in me would wantingly await your fingertips to compose soft pastels'fantasy The smell of early coffee then fills our empty cups The song of the cicada would echo in the shrubs And as the chimney smoke drift sideways in the breeze as warm dappled light filters through purple pansy leaves The pressing of my lips would leave their crimson mark below your sun-kissed cheek My arms would cling around your once muscular physique We laze upon a hammock strung between two old oak trees I play on your guitar my hundred melodies As the incandescent half moon rises above the dusky hue and orange paper lanternes float high in cobalt blue We'd chase the opalescent glow of a million firefly You'd be able to touch me before last embers die This gypsy soul is on tne road in search to be set free Across bridges on a journey,your compass -my destiny.
This is a repost of a poem I've written the 30th of April 2014


Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015


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Yesterday's Joys

Yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
In my mind they reside endlessly
like bright recollections rosy in hue
or the notes of a sweet melody.

Sorrow and pain won’t burden me, for
yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
Rich in blessings, I’ll never be poor.
Happy memories carry me through.

The “good old days” end; along comes the new,
and so much of it also is sweet!
Yesterday’s joys are more than a few.
With the new ones, my soul is replete!

Sweet recollections never will cease,
for no matter what strife may ensue,
I know in the end, I will find peace.
Yesterday’s joys are more than a few!


For the Bring Me to Life Poetry Contest of Aiyah de Torres


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014


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Without Hope's Gleam

The flower that is given little light tastes not enough of joy and cannot thrive - then fades away like dusk into the night. The soul who struggles just to stay alive - much like the flower wilting in the dark - tastes not enough of joy and cannot thrive. How can a fire be lit if there’s no spark? Without hope’s gleam, the soul will waste away - much like the flower wilting in the dark. This is the plight of one whose world is grey: Though others say a paradise exists - without hope's gleam, the soul will waste away. A man upon this earth who tastes no bliss is like a soul brought low who droops his head though others say a paradise exists. How sad that someone rather would be dead! The flower that is given little light is like a soul brought low who droops his head, then fades away . . . like dusk into the night. Written 11/15/12 For the "Hope" Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish and now for the contest of Nathan A


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012


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Finding Love:

Such lovely lilac and crimson tones, As a rainbow of colours fill the sky, Radiant and beautiful soothes my bones, Takes me above the clouds so far and high. Captured in a moment of total bliss, Wondering all the time what is life for? Suspended in awe like a lovers kiss, Never felt like this to my very core. Love all around and it's time I was found, Beauty everywhere can't you see her smile, Smiling at you and smiling all around, It's time you gave love a chance for awhile. But leave me above the clouds, here I'll stay, I have found love in a different way. /|\ (Ten syllables per line) 31~10~16


Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016


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On Such Divine Evenings


Aye, Spring-tide ...

On such divine evenings, thus, are perfect odes not freely spun?
The Perseids, dancing their jigs - evanescent stripes of golden ire,
under a tapestry of wonders ...

Watching rapt, ever-attentive, streaking, burning ephemeral, as if the
gods themselves trace their fingertips gently on a phosphorescent brine,
but this, yet, a sea of suns.

Could it be they are fleeting?

Hopes of angels, perhaps, dying bright in the veil of Zion - plunging to earth
as if mortal. Perchance, they're pearls of Sol, strands of liquid morning, pure,
to adorn the breast of Heaven.

Could they be forsaken souls?

Lost spirits, given one last chance to burn - to sign their id on the firmament.
Or even yet, the wishes of children, sparkling to life in the midst of their
deepest dreaming ... and then gone.

Oh, surely, it must be that!

Their bright, momentary glory is meant for just such tender fancy, the
imaginings of youth, the only fit and worthy vessel for such runes, and I,
an ever-willing caretaker.

Thus, on such divine evenings ...

Aye, Spring-tide!




~ 1st Place ~  in the "Cosmos" Poetry Contest, Thvia Shetley, Sponsor.

~ 4th Place ~  in the "Spring" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Sponsor.

~ Poem of the Day ~  on Poetry Soup.com, awarded August 7, 2017.



Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017


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Tomorrow

Upon my sunshine when yesterday rains
Dwelling in my present uninvited
Clueless of today's closing arguments,
The joy of tomorrow my new-dawn claims

No point whispering to lovelorn woes
When I can sweet-talk to portrait of love, 
And paint my canvas in vibrant brush-strokes
Exactly as I wish to see you tomorrow

In the domain of yore, yesterdays rile,
Today's much better when I see your smile
But in your tomorrow is the mystical draw
Holding secret promise of heavenly awe

If the past takes back to a wintry storm
And all I recall is the shrouded form
I think of the way the seasons change
As the Spring of tomorrow shines your day

Yesterday's twilight warns dusk of today
Stars of the night don't come out every day
But hope is eternal and patience does pay
If I wait till tomorrow, I will have my say

When glorious daybreak smiles on my sky
Vanquishing doubts my dreams fly high
Not a hint of the known obstructs my view
As the allure of tomorrow I rejoice in you

In the domain of yore, yesterdays rile,
Today's much better when I see your smile
But in your tomorrow is the mystical draw
Holding secret promise of heavenly awe

November 15, 2018
Placed first in the Tomorrow poetry contest by Edward Ibeh


Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2018


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An Ardent Lover

An ardent lover of words
Of his own is that world.
A crave stretching his soul
Dipping into a plethora of verse
Rising with a fulfilled thirst.
Unpredictable are his journeys
Unfathomable is the depth of his thoughts.
Unchained is his soul
Traveling along with the tune of his heart
The beauty of his mind.
An avid worshipper
Immersing his soul in a mine of gems
Rejoicing the blessings of a compassionate essence.
A heart of a poet
With a meticulous flair for fine art. 
Knowledgeable reads 
Dropping in relish
Into a haven of voracious insight
Rippling through a ravening mind.
A fervent passion for admiring
What a poet's pen of worth portrays.
A tremendous sense of reverence
Impressed on his fine heart
Upholding noble a value
To poet's endeavouring words
Pay tribute.
An ardent lover
A treasure of words
A heart of a poet
The reward!

May 31st, 2018


Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2018


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I Got a Love


I got a love that's never gonna die
Your love has breathed new life into me,
has filled my heart that was once empty
I got a love that's alive and spry
A fragrant violet voice has revived the old bones,
turning back the clock is a good thing
Gave me a pep in my step, a soul zing
Your love rekindled the flame that was long gone

How could you know that you would affect me so,
make me to rise up from my slumbering deep
Go walking to the garden of orchid waking dreams
A shower of kindness make the seeds of your love grow,
blossoms of smiles move my undressed heart to weep
My love for you will never die, for it has been redeemed


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016


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Finding Happiness in Everyday Pleasures

Finding Happiness in Everyday Pleasures
Happiness is bathing in glorious, golden sunshine, absorbing the beauty of sunsets deliciously divine. Dancing through cool droplets of silvery rain, feeling cleansed, refreshed, and reborn again.
Happiness is inhaling the enchanting perfume of a riotous rose, enjoying tropical beach sand trickling and tickling my toes. Stroking in wonder my new born baby’s silky skin, celebrating life with all my loving kith and kin.
Happiness is gazing in awe at a twinkling, star-studded sky, questioning, seeking truths, wondering how and why. Taking slow deep breaths of intoxicating oxygen from the air, praising and thanking the Almighty in fervent, silent prayer.
Happiness is waking up to my beloved’s caress and kiss; hearing how much he loves me is just pure bliss. Finding real happiness is like discovering coveted treasures, and I continue to find it in simple everyday pleasures.
My poem above was inspired by the poem “Happiness” below, written by American Imagist poet, Amy Lowell (1874-1925). She was a woman of great accomplishment. Happiness Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty quietness, No delight, and no distress. Happiness to me is wine, Effervescent, superfine. Full of tang and fiery pleasure, Far too hot to leave me leisure For a single thought beyond it. Drunk! Forgetful! This the bond: it Means to give one's soul to gain Life's quintessence. Even pain Pricks to livelier living, then Wakes the nerves to laugh again, Rapture's self is three parts sorrow. Although we must die to-morrow, Losing every thought but this; Torn, triumphant, drowned in bliss. Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good. 08-15-2015 09-02-2015 Contest: No More Masks Sponsor: Catie Lindsey Placement: 7th


Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015


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Butterfly Kisses

To touch someone’s eyelashes with your own up close to their face, now isn’t that silly? I can just hear all the virile men groan. . . Butterfly kisses with one’s date? Really? To tell you the truth, I’d not even heard of butterfly kisses until one fine day, and I might even have found it absurd had someone most special not kissed me that way! But there was a boy one night that I chose to go on a date with - a flirtatious tease. He said, “Let’s rub noses and be Eskimos” and playfully put my young self at ease. And then he said, “Kiss me like a butterfly.” I giggled when he drew his face close to mine. Both our lashes were long, and on our first try our lashes were kissing; was it divine? I won’t lie and tell you it was complete bliss, but soon in my stomach there strongly fluttered new butterflies from our first full-mouth kiss, and I sighed with every sweet word he uttered. He said, “Close your eyes” and then kissed both of my eyelids so tenderly how could I know if it were anything other than love and, madly, I wished he never would go. With eyes now wide open, I mirrored the touch of his hands like butterflies, wanting to trace my every feature. His eyes said so much as my hands caressed his own beautiful face! His mouth on my neck, his breath at my ear, his lips on my lips; I’d now tasted bliss! What a boy from Quebec had taught me was clear: Romance can take flight from a butterfly kiss. For Gail Angel Doyle's Butterfly Kisses Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013


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cherry blossoms

atop worn weathered concrete
pink petals gaily gather
entice lovers strolling
fingers touch  mittens vanish.

blushing halo canopy
highlights cool rosy cheeks
tiny buds whisper passion
newly awakened  long sleep.

sky gleams dreamy hues
turquoise shyly taunting
button noses cold   rub
lips plump  part  wanting.

kiss  two hearts waltz  
more kisses  sweetest tune
cherry blossoms dance
sprinkle magic  love blooms.









Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2017


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The Tale Of Fairies



     A long, long time ago in the land of Fays,
     lived a forest nymph of beguiling beauty.
     
     Laila, the queen of the trees, an angel of joy,
     whose mere presence brought spirits to life.
     She was beloved by all the creatures of the 
     woods.  Her voice gave magic to sunlight.
     The wind from her step brought flowers to
     bloom.

     One day, while Laila was dancing through
     the scented grasses of the glade,
     a fanciful dragonfly, on his dutiful rounds,
     became enchanted by Laila's song.

     Being drawn by the scent of her happiness
     and after circling dizzily around her head,
     he lit right on the tip of her nose and 
     immediately started to jig.

     The sight of such glee so delighted Laila
     that she broke into uncontrollable laughter.
     As soon as it was heard it shattered into
     thousands of tiny moonbeams and from
     that, my little ones, Fairies were born.

     A Fairy Tale For Children Contest
     Sponsored By Eve Roper
     02/16/2017


Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017


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This song, it is for you

This song, it is for you Because my heart is singing All that I feel is true The happiness you’re bringing Because my heart is singing The sun is burning bright The happiness you’re bringing Chases away the night The sun is burning bright And though the nightmare lingers Chases away the night With friendly fiery fingers And though the nightmare lingers I shiver in your arms With friendly fiery fingers You keep me safe and warm I shiver in your arms You whisper in my ear You keep me safe and warm I want you always near You whisper in my ear The words that live within me I want you always near Two hearts, eternally The words that live within me All that I feel is true Two hearts, eternally This song, it is for you *** 1st place in contest Pantoum Poem, Judged October 16, 2016


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016


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Carissa's Love

 I know what it feels like to be adored beyond compare.
To be loved unconditionally just for being myself.
To have that special one want to be just like me.
I am told how wonderful I am each day,
How beautiful and loving, as I am smothered with hugs 
And kisses and artwork from my little master artist.

She treasures every compliment I give her and dances
To entertain me by the songs from my music box.
A grande jeté here, a pirouette there, thrills me with delight.
I love you hearts hang on my walls along with pictures
Drawn especially for me in bright colors she knows I love.

I hear my words come from her sweet little mouth...
"Oh for Pete's sake" or "For crying in the bucket" and I laugh
More at myself than from her trying to emulate my silly self.
She remembers all I teach her as she too teaches me!
Her endless devotion touches my heart so deeply that I
Bless her and pray for her safety day and night, and give thanks
To the Lord for blessing me with the precious gift of her birth.

This little 37 pound, long chestnut haired beauty is mine to adore
As she adores me, and tells me she is so happy I am her Grammy.
I am rich beyond belief, and blessed by all that is holy to have her love.

2-26-18

*Dedicated to the love of my life, my granddaughter Carissa, who will
celebrate her 6th birthday March 2, 2018. 


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2018


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Christmas on the Pacific islands

Christmas on the pacific islands where it's summer everyday 
is all about families, friends, joy, love and foods
Though we are many islands and ocean divided 
We are forever united with one God 
Some small islands may not have 
the Christmas colorful lights but in all honesty 
they have the best blinking sparkling 
twinkling dazzling star lights 
they're beautiful in their dramatic and 
eye catching lights like no others
We celebrate the birthday of Jesus 
in our unique and organic island ways
We always say Merry Christmas 
It's never about the material gifts
It's all about the warm joy of Christmas 
Singing in tunes or out of tunes 
we are clapping our hands 
side stepping moving along to the rhythm 
We sing joyfully loud in His name
Born is the King our savior 
Praising Him highly 
Thanking Him humbly 
Lifting up our hearts to Him fully 
Everyone is glee on life 
Everyone is glowing with joy
Everyone shake hands to forgive those 
with guilts, dislikes or with differences 
Everyone shares a hug or two to embrace 
love from one to all
Every woman is wearing flowers in their hair 
Every man is wearing leis around their necks 
as it is an island style and proudly so
Everyone is wearing bright new cloths and 
shoes but mostly sandals for the ladies or 
flip flops preferably for the sandy areas 
It's a day of joyful to spend with loved ones 
Kids playing freely and cheerfully 
Sharing fresh organic local foods and 
coconut juices 
Naturally alcohol free but drunk on Merry 
Partying till the stars are twigging out 
Collapsing with satisfying hearts 
And this is how we celebrate Christmas 
on the Pacific islands... Smile!

    Written by Akkina R Downing 
                   12-1-16





Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2016


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Love Loud

Turn on the beats of the heart
And loud love.
The soul longs to hum
The tune of passion.
An upbeat aura of magic
Steering the ride.
An everlasting journey of love
Luring hearts to be on board.
A puff of spring breeze turning mild
Blankets of frozen feelings.
Breathe in the scent of love
Design a divine cocoon.
The music within is warm enough
To bloom.
Uncage fears and worries
Rejoice what of beauty
In can be filled.
Seize times of glee
And set the  soul free.
Turn on the beats of the heart
And loud love.

May 19th,  2018


Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2018


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- We Light Our Candles -

    
      


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The First Candle
The first purple candle, on the first Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of HOPE

The Second Candle
The second purple candle, on the second Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of LOVE

The Third Candle
The third purpel candle lit on the third Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of JOY

The Fourth Candle
The fourth purple candle is lit on the fourth Sunday of Advent
It is the candle of PEACE
                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                        
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A white candle - It symbolizes Purity and Hope                                                
The Christ candle is lit on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day









28.11.2014
Sun:) - A-L Andresen :) 
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014


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R I P - Santa

~Do you Believe~ 

Here's the little twist in my parents home
Spreading fairy dust since I was 3 years old
The prancing and dancing before Christmas Eve
Made it hard to keep an eye on my mother 
Who I've seen kiss Santa under the mistletoe 
The cookies and warm milk sit on top of a note
Dear Santa, THANK YOU FOR SPREADING JOY!!!

The baking, 
The Wrapping,
The Stockings,
The decorations and toys!
How, I treasured every magical moment
Until, I realized who left the presents under the tree
Once the Christmas Bell Fell
The fairy dust wore off leavening no magic behind
That year was a year I earned the "NAUGHTY" list

Even so, my parents continued with the white lie
Decorating and Pretending Santa was real
My bike on the list was missing that year
I refused to behave and believe in you know who?
The magic inside was gone and dead!

I was old enough to know it was all a lie
The cookies, the present, the Christmas Glee 
The naughty list was barely an excuse,
Because, Parents worked hard all year long
Encouraging kids to be good in order to make the "NICE" list
Christmas is nothing more than a gimmick to every market 
Using Christ and his birth as a reason to believe

BUT, the twist is not how I stop believing
The twist is a fizz, how I brought the magic back
Today, my kids sit and enjoy the presents under the tree
Baking and wrapping, hanging stockings by the chimney
The decorations and toys are worth every penny
Now, I'm the one hyper after eating a few cookies
Now listen, Kids listen well  -  Don't act surprised!
When you see mommy kissing Santa under the mistletoe


LOVE LINDA



Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015


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A Christmas Snow

It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.

I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.

Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.

Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.

My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.







Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014


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Hope

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.


Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016


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My Poetry Friends

I carry our friendship in my mind
And like a “Welcome Home” banner
It warms my heart. 
When I see flowers in bloom
I think of your poetry;
How your words paint such colorful, 
Vivid tapestries.
Even on the greyest of days
They brighten my world,
Shed light on my emotions,
Lift my spirits, and give comfort to my soul.
We are kindred spirits in our love of nature,
The gift of children and the wonder of the
Animal kingdom, how it nurtures us in love,
Inspires us to want to share through
Poetry the beauty of this planet.
When you write of waterfalls
I feel the cool mist on my face.
When you write of trees
I see their lovely trunks and limbs
And how closely they resemble people.
When you write about the wayward wind
An awesome chill cloaks my body.
As you relate the power of the moon
I feel her tug at my emotions and
Her authority as she reigns over the seas.
The contrast of serenity and excitement
Abound when you speak of the sparkling 
Stars, their soft glow or burst of beauty as they 
Burn a bright light through a cobalt sky.
Tears of joy stream down my smiling face
As you describe the sunrise and sunset
In a rainbow of hues from silver to scarlet.
It leaves me breathless in awed elation.
Each season offers a new delight in what you write
And our friendship grows deeper and more
Meaningful with each creation.
When you write of love, I feel loved.
You are a blessing and a joy in my life.
I carry our friendship in my mind.

© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2011