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Angel in Your Eyes

To you who knew me in my youth, Who spread sweet joy and spoke with truth; Before you passed to heaven’s skies, I saw an angel in your eyes. To you, the stranger that I met, Who spoke no word of English, yet Gave aid to me, you are God’s prize. There was an angel in your eyes. To those of you within this place Whose gifts of words show love and grace, Though I’ve not faced you, I surmise. . . There is an angel in your eyes!
For CONTEST NO 202 any form/any theme with max of 12 linesPoetry Contest of Brian Strand


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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At Summer's End

When Autumn veils my season's smile and lingers in the air a while . . . though Indian days be gold spun, my summering will come undone. Night's shadows fall more quickly now; birds sooner too forsake their bough. No tarrying for old friend Sun when summering becomes undone. Oh, warmth of Summer, leave me not. Through Winter's frost I grow distraught. The melancholy has begun; my summering will come undone. As Autumn veils my season's smile, my summering will come undone.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013



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The Ghost of My Lonely

Abandoned in the fifties after the war
A freight elevator stuck between floors
Obsolete machinery, splintered old chairs
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere

Dead air presses down, stifling and thick
Something still dwells behind one of those bricks
Curled up in a ball, it waits for me there
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere

A musty gray vapor that whispers my name
It seeps through the wall and creeps to my brain
It sighs and it groans as my soul is laid bare
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere

It mumbles and moans and drones of ancient tombs
Of claustrophobic closets and dim, hollow rooms
I cry out for help, echoes answer my prayer
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere

The ghost of my lonely, my lost and alone
My hopeless and helpless, my can't go back home
It's looking at me now with a dull, vacant stare
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere













Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2012

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Hear Oh L-rd

The Festival of Lights, Chanukah has arrived
a hopeful time of praise each year revived. 
The Menorah lit, each home becomes a church.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.

Our sister Miriam lights the shamash taper first 
a maiden fair and scholarly her prayers rehearsed
to bring together all that's beautiful, diverse.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.

Eight nights we praise the L-rd for gifting us with Light
and pass around small things which bring delight. 
We rejoice. In brotherhood we are immersed.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.

May G-d in his greatness light all your days
May family, friends, and foes mend their ways 
for all have needs, let kindness tame their thirsts
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.


*Bo-ruch A-toh Ado-noi E-lo-hei-nu Me-lech Ho-olom A-sher Ki-de-sho-nu Be-mitz-vo-sov Ve-tzi-vo-nu Le-had-lik Ner Shel Cha-nu-kah. 
* Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe, who has sanctified us by His commandments, and has commanded us to kindle the lights of Chanukah. 


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Because He Gave A Single Rose

Her tired old eyes lit up bright.
A thankful tear, she could not hide.
A sweet aroma fills her nose;
because he gave a single rose.

Confined to this dreary nursing home;
having outlived family, she's alone.
Today, with a smile, her face glows;
because he gave a single rose.

He brings them often to his mother.
Today, one extra for another.
Talking, on and on she goes;
because he gave a single rose.

She asked an aid to bring a vase.
By her bed the gift was placed.
Happy and peaceful then she dozed;
because he gave a single rose.

Her final breath tonight was sweet.
Family missed, again to meet.
Her last day joyful, all heaven now knows;
because he gave a single rose.



July 17, 2014
Contest: Random acts is kindness
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi






Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014

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Breathe in the silence-w

I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity within me touches. 

I see some gliding fishing boats over there, 
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
And Surfers trying to get rides on the waves 
Something close to eternity within me touches. 

I watch people running, strolling and sunning,
Setting sun promise to rise tomorrow morning
Like the human ambitions and unknown desires
Something close to eternity within me touches.

I notice the crabs scurry, somewhere hiding,
Leaving smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.
Something close to eternity within me touches.

This silence rubs, softens me, gives a purpose
I find even my pains are held in this silence
Surrender my self-importance, my smallness
Something close to eternity within me touches.

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Sixth Place Win in:
Contest: Breathe in the silence sponsored by Paula Swanson


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011

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The Winter of My Tears

"Alas! The lessening light, the worsening my plight- My face- a somber expression..." excerpt from *a poem by Just That Archaic Poet The summer of my laughter’s passed; my happy skies grow overcast. No meadowlark is singing here. The winter of my tears is near. In vale of shadows, sun hangs low. I sojourn now where chill winds blow. Into November’s gloom I peer. The winter of my tears is near. Before I meet eternity, a snow shall come and bury me, Its brilliance - anguish soon will mirror. The winter of my tears is near. The summer of my laughter’s passed. The winter of my tears is near. *Poem interpreted: "Equinox" This is technically a kyrielle sonnet for the Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp! Poetry Contest. Now used for the Winter contest of PD


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Sweet Deathly Rose

Oh, mild flower I chanced to meet,
A ruby red, yet so discreet.
She'd never seen a hue my blue.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

Her fragrance wafted on the breeze,
And all were drawn to her with ease.
I put down roots near her and grew.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

Though in her garden all seems well,
there still are things she hates to tell.
Her thorns, a shield, conceal what's true.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

Beneath her thorns, resentment grows.
Disturb her and her petals close!
I learned too well what could ensue. . . 
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

A casual remark was said.
Her ruby rose turned scarlet red. . .
I guiltless pled. Did I misdo?
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

A fury she had kept so deep
had been unleashed; it made me weep.
Retaliation cut me through.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

A leaf of peace she offered me:
Be friends, but only partially.
But I refused and shall eschew
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.





Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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There is an elephant in the room

The big headlines cause sensation,
Media’s chosen information.
Manipulative, they entomb
the big elephant in the room.

Stress is put on the suggestive
keeping tongue and the mind active.
They sweep aside with furtive broom
the big elephant in the room.

Gain is high on the agenda
grabbing votes in referenda.
They hide, on purpose, I presume
the big elephant in the room.

Many topics are selective;
they are made to look attractive.
Who dares to tickle with a plume
the big elephant in the room?

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A Kyrielle is a French form of rhyming poetry written in quatrains, each containing a repeating line at the end of each stanza. Each line within the poem consists of eight syllables. There is no limit to the amount of stanzas a Kyrielle may have, but three is considered the accepted minimum. Some popular rhyming schemes for a Kyrielle are: aabB, ccbB, ddbB, with B being the repeated line, or abaB, cbcB, dbdB.
This form is a pleasure to use because of its rhyming scheme and the strong pivotal line on which the whole poem rotates.
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Premiere Contest No. 13
Sponsor: Skat A  (2016)
 
Contest: Poetry Writing #1
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
15th December 2015


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015

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Prairie Whispers

We hear the prairie whispering when meadow lark is on the wing and pipit echoes a refrain. Sweet solitude is his domain. The sigh of breeze through blades of wheat; a distant farm in summer’s heat - Still life - but for the shifting vane. Sweet solitude is its domain. Midst blazing stars of purple hue, I murmur while caressing you. The soft wind, moaning, strokes the plain. Sweet solitude is our domain. We hear the prairie whispering. . . Sweet solitude is my domain. For Skat's Premiere Contest number 5 Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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In A Perfect World

I am a blue butterfly, These woods I wish to occupy; Sun warm wings- then there is flight, Started life in these woods at night. My perfect life is fluttering, I make no sound or uttering; I dream of living here a sprite, Started life in these woods at night. I feed on the nectar of flowers, Swirl and dance in rain showers; And I rest in the dappled light, Started life in these woods at night. I am a symbol of the soul, Oh, a longer life is my goal; Perfect- would be forever flight, Started life in these woods at night. ______________________ February 15, 2016 Kyrielle/Personification For the contest, In A Perfect World sponsor, Catie Lindsey Did not place in contest.


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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The Long Sleep

Bent forward on his wooden chair,
inside his shack, with not a care,
he sits where fast to sleep he fell.
The old man’s sleeping long and well.

Companions waiting to be fed
or have their master pat their head,
wait at  his feet, but they can tell
the old man’s sleeping long and well.

One spotted mutt with doggie grace
extends a tongue to lick the face
of him whose form is but a shell. . .
The old man’s sleeping long and well.

Bent forward on his wooden chair,
the old man’s sleeping long and well. 


A Kyrielle Sonnet for the Briton Riviere Poery Contest
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Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Blossoms on the Snow

(A Kyrielle Sonnet)

The tree stood trembling; red drops spilled
one Christmas day where one was killed.
Sweet daughter they would not see grow
left crimson blossoms on the snow.

What horror that their girl could be
slain senselessly beneath that tree
where every spring she loved to go
and blossoms fell, but not on snow.

The tree of which she’d grown so fond
dropped pearl white petals on a pond.
Oh, that it still were long ago
before were blossoms on the snow!

The tree stood trembling; red drops spilled
like cherry blossoms on the snow.

Andrea Dietrich
For Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever 
Contest sponsored by Constance La France 
~a Rambling Poet~


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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This Special Time of Year

We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes They remind me to be grateful for warmth and light so near Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year A scenic view of white smoke rising from the chimney tall Dainty snow flakes falling as kids roll them into balls They sail against blustery winds and I wonder how they dare! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Sweet music heralding peace, urges hearts to spread some joy! Displayed is a wooden Nativity Scene to greet you at the door A glittering tree with twinkling stars stands proudly at the rear! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Fresh pine garlands dress stair rails with large red velvet bows The aroma of cinnamon and pine saturates, delighting one’s nose While a cozy wood fireplace glows, inviting, daydream stares Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year The baking’s almost done; and tons of sweets are ensured Though, there will not be any Christmas pudding this year, for sure Mama’s been gone home a while, yet the many memories linger here Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Whatever may happen in life, Christmas joy lives in the heart A warm home and loving hearts have sufficed from the start Much food, drinks and good conversation; lots of fun to share! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year “Less formal” is my style preferred, so do relax if you please Sit on the floor, take off those shoes; dance or just be a tease When you feel stuffed and need a nap, if you snore, have no fear! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year ~*~


Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010

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The Six - My Heart Sings Out

To hear the surf or trill of spring’s new birds;
A cat’s soft purr or strong and stirring words;
Endearments whispered; songs so cute I grin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.

To see the sun fall, gorgeous on the sea;
An unexpected rainbow over me;
A moving scene; glad faces of my kin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.

To smell a rose; sweet lavender in bloom;
Popcorn at the movies; favorite perfume;
Aroma of Mom’s cooking once again,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.

To taste delicious food when out to dine;
Ice cream on my tongue; a lover’s mouth on mine;
Cold drinks; desserts as chocolaty as sin,
My heart sings out as joys wells up within.

To feel a gentle rain; snowflakes on my nose;
Ocean's breeze; the tides; the sand between my toes;
Sun’s warmth; the heat of passion on my skin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.

To feel INSIDE me such a happy glow
It radiates to everyone I know;
The love that lets me know life is win-win,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.


For Line Gauthier's "My Secret to Happiness" Poetry Contest
*This is what happiness truly means to me and what makes life worth living!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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There is Where Most Likely You Will Find Me

On a winter or fall’s eve, dark and deep,
snuggled in my bed, I’ll be fast asleep,
but online (if Sandman acts unkindly);
there is where most likely you will find me!

In spring or summer, I’ll be having fun
just sitting with my pen beneath the sun
on my patio writing poetry.
There is where most likely you will find me.

Each Friday to a movie house I go
in early afternoon to see a show.
Because I revel in good fantasy,
there is where most likely you will find me.

If I’m not at work or shopping, it’s a time
I can relax or lose myself in rhyme.
In my home with hubbie, feeling comfy,
there is where most likely you will find me!

Written March 16, 2016 
For "Where Will They Find You" Poetry Contest of Marugu MO


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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GOD

 
I come to you on bended knees
Knowing you will hear my pleas
By your side is where I long to be
Oh, God,be mercilful to me

Your love I know will forever last
As you free me from my past
In your debt I'll always be
Oh, God, be merciful to me

Lord, I look up with pleading eyes
Toward Heaven, beyond the skies
Your face soon I hope to see
Oh, God, be merciful to me

Now my death, I know is nigh
Take me Lord, with you on high
There, with loved ones I will be
God has been merciful to me


Copyright © Vernette Hutcherson | Year Posted 2007

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Poet Destroyer

Poet Destroyer...
When I first noticed your name, I wondered could you compete with me?
I wanted your heart in a frame and demolish all your poetry!
Poet Destroyer...
With a name like that you had to be good or not post.
But like a trained acrobat in a secret brotherhood you were better than most!
Poet Destroyer...
I never knew you were a female, it was kind of a shock.
I was about to raise some hell, and introduce you to a Poetic Warlock!
Poet Destroyer...
You would comment on everything I write and it made me smile.
I would think about you into the night, and that wasn't my style.
Poet Destroyer...
You finally told me your name, and shared your age.
This throne I'd let you reclaim, if you would share the stage!
Poet Destroyer...
Naturally I could not directly comment on your poetry.
I ask that of my dearest friend Audrey.
Poet Destroyer...
I hope you agree, a great friendship can be found between you and me;
And quite possibly we can collaborate on some steamy poetry!
Poet Destroyer...
So tell me sweetie, are you down for a night on the town with me?
Into the night, high in the neon light will read: Jimmy and Sidney!!!


*Wrote for a cool, crazy, fun amazing poet...


Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010

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KNOWING YOU

Are you who you are 
or just a wanna be

Are you who you are 
unable to fly free

Are you who you are 
living just in today

Are you who you are 
or merely who you say

Are you who you are 
who lets inner talents live

Are you who you are 
with so much love to give

Are you who you are 
for He is who He is
I am,who I am
With Him,you surely can


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009

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Each Day We Have a New Page to Write

Each Day We've a New Page to Write (Soup does not allow ' in title line above) Endless is childhood’s sweet story. Its climax seems far from our sight. As we keep adding in glory, each day we’ve a new page to write. Some days we fail; some we do not. Regardless of fortune or plight, sun rises! For what we have sought, each day we’ve a new page to write. How wonderful like falling snow that lays down its white through the night, each morning is fresh with new glow. Each day we’ve a new page to write. Though stories may seem to get old, life never is worthless or trite. Transform what you can into gold! Each day we’ve a new page to write. 12/15/16 for the Quote Response Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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A Stalker's Love Poem

They say I’m crazy, but I can’t forget
how she smiled at me when our eyes first met.
To see her, to hear her - each day I’d pray!
What do they know of true love anyway?

A few times we went out, and we nearly kissed.
But things took a wrong turn. What had I missed?
I’m sure her friends said to keep me at bay.
What do they know of true love anyway?

They called me possessive; then even she
got an order from court to restrain me
for treasuring her!! Here’s all I can say:
What do they know of true love anyway?

They got me for murder; I love that girl still.
I could not have her, so no one else will.
I sit writing love poems, rotting away. . . 
What do they know of true love anyway?

11/12/17 for the Stalker Contest of Silent One


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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Trucker Joe's Lament

He lost his job, now drives a rig. The pros are small; the cons are big. A sleeper cab is his abode on tedious and lonesome road. In Old West days, a steed he’d mount; now yellow lines he cannot count. A steady stream, long have they flowed on tedious and lonesome road. A ribbon flat, it sometimes winds, descends or climbs until he finds it’s all one constant episode on tedious and lonesome road. By some he’s loathed along the path. For taking space, he’s shown their wrath. Sparse traffic lessens not his load on tedious and lonesome road. He drives and while he drives, he yearns for life’s return; his stomach churns. He knows his hope but can erode on tedious and lonesome road. For the Solitude Contest of scott thirtyseven (Some truck drivers have a very hard and lonely life and it's even worse when they work for companies that couldn't care less about their welfare)


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Spirit

"Christmas Spirit" (Christmas Day in Italian Culture) as a snowy blanket of white caresses in Winter's glow and frosty icicles kiss windowpanes in glazy show a silent atmosphere embraces a starlit sight while magnificent choir of Angels sing Hosanna O! Holy Night. Church bells chime in twilight mist to welcome Christmas day wishing holiday greetings while children glide on sleigh glorious festive mood captivates inspired light as heavenly Angelic voices praise Hosanna O! Holy Night. decorations adorn to honor the precious Infant King candlelight illuminates the Manger Scene as carolers sweetly sing the scent of fragrant pine cones creates an aura to ignite hymns of worship as heralding Angels proclaim Hosanna O! Holy Night. soon family gathers to partake of traditional Christmas meal "Feast of the Seven Fishes"prelude to tree trimming feel the fireplace mantle glows where stockings smile so bright and hark the herald Angel hosts greet Hosanna O! Holy Night. Joseph is the patriarch who shelters newborn babe a gift of God from Heaven sent to Earth to save a glorious time for celebration in precious moment of delight majestic music from Angels chanting Hosanna O! Holy Night. sheer warmth of having a personal relationship with the Lord a unique experience enlightening as He is adored sharing love with everyone, the human spirit takes flight melting their voices with holy Angels singing Hosanna O! Holy Night. *For Cyndi's Season of Lights, Delights & Enlightenment Contest. *Nov. 14, 2012.
in the Italian culture we begin our Christmas celebration ... Christmas Eve - Feast of Seven Fishes Dinner for good health & prosperity Tree trimming ceremony with music and singing toasting wine Midnight Mass at Basilica in Rome or at Church in N.J. Dessert Party after Mass with eggnog Christmas Day exchanging gifts and visiting children and seniors at hospitals Pasta dinner with salads and baked stuff shells with meatballs Desserts of creme puffs laced with rum, cannolis pastry filled with chocolate Wine tasting from orchards of Italy imported with olive tray Candlelight ceremony where all hold a lit candle making a wish for a Happy New Year.


Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012

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Praising the Prince OF PEACE

The skies sing sweet songs
The soil spread into the seas
The seas swing slowly, swiftly
…Praising the Prince of peace

The flowers fall flat and fly
The sparrows sing solemn solos
The sea animals swim in splendor
…Praising the prince of peace

The sun and stars… speaks 
The air and atmosphere in alliance
Wheat and water worships at will
...Praising the prince of peace

Tall and tender trees tremble
Winds and wings… wonder
Woods and waves… whisper
…Praising the prince of peace

Beings with blood and breathe
Spirits with soul and sights
Learn of this little, lovely lilies 
…praising the prince of peace


Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2010

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Eternity within Me Touches

I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling. I listen on the beach to the waves cascading, Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles, Something close to eternity within me touches. I see some gliding fishing boats over there, The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here, And Surfers trying to get rides on the waves Something close to eternity within me touches. I watch people running, strolling and sunning, Setting sun promise to rise tomorrow morning Like the human ambitions and unknown desires Something close to eternity within me touches. I notice the crabs scurry, somewhere hiding, Leaving smooth bed of sand, water receding, All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss. Something close to eternity within me touches. This silence rubs, softens me, gives a purpose I find even my pains are held in this silence Surrender my self-importance, my smallness Something close to eternity within me touches.
+++ December 2, 2014 Form: Kyrielle Seventh Place win Contest: One of your best by Gautami Phookan


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014