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His Final March by Hawkins, Craig
March of the Marionette by Devonshire, Carolyn
MARCH RAIN by Gauthier, Line
March And Fight by Aguilar Jr., Todd
Cold in March by parker, cs
dog tired this day march 29th 2018 by harris, matthew
March Madness by johnson, curtis
The March for Our Lives 2018 and Onward by Walker , Verlena S.
March Poem 8 by Horn, James
March Poem 7 by Horn, James

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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

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An Evening at the Home

Written: March 5, 2012
Updated: March 11, 2012

Listen to nurse's report including the news
that Joe and Wilma like each other.

Check all rooms and find that Roger is out of his bed
and down on the floor again.
(Hip not broken yet.)

Answer Wanda's light to calm her justified paranoia
because she knows that she is somewhere other
than her home but just can't figure out where that is.

Answer Jeremy's light to help him sip his water
while he giggles at his favorite T.V. show.

Accept his thanks and feel your heart break again to see a
45 year old man who can no longer control his limbs be so
appreciative of such a small act of kindness...big act of kindness.

Check on Jack even though he doesn't turn on his light
because you hear suspicious noises coming from his room.

Help Jack to bed after you find him swatting an
imaginary fly with an imaginary fly swatter.

Try to re-position Emma so that she is comfortable
even though her limbs are fetal-position frozen.

Kindly lie to yourself about her comfort so that you can
control your guilt when leaving the room.

Go into Jackie's room when she starts her usual screaming
that "she doesn't want to be here, and her family hates her
and that's why she's here."

Kindly lie to her and control your shame because you know that
what she is saying probably is true.

Answer ex-model Mabel's light and listen to her story about
how she could have married Groucho Marx, but that she married
her true-love instead.

Feel a sense of sad pride when Anna proudly explains to you
how she keeps track of her day by tracking her activities as she
would have for patients when she was a nurse.

Keep taking care of and giving these people (not patients)
love every chance that you get.

Gail's notes: Portrait of Joe and Wanda is the sequel to this. To protect the privacy of those who have lived before us, the names have been fictionalized, and the events semi-fictionalized.

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Forever Radiant




Radiant hymn's   of morning sun
of Godly words   O' how I run
to and fro
I traipse in search
in love I rest
still      my spirit yearns  

I will sing of the Lord's great love
forever...
forever..
forever...

I hear the call    upon the hill
in shallow breath    my heart lie still
O' trial O' fear
I march ahead
I call my king
on Zion's perch

I will sing of the Lord's great love
forever...
forever..
forever...


To proclaim    everlasting     the prize
onward and bestowed to rise
O' anointed one
I march ahead
in love I rest
each day of toil   

I will sing of the Lord's great love
I will sing
forever..
forever...

forever... 

O' how I bear   in my heart
in completion   just    to be a part
with sinful flesh
my spirit cries
I call my King
to shun desire

I will sing of the Lord's great truth
I shall sing forever
forever...
forever...
forever...

Amen......

_______________________________




Contest-Larry Cohen's Masterpiece 'HALLELUJAH.'

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Spring, Oh SO Close

Sunny today
but Oh what a chill

The wind inhales and exhales
the trees bend on the hill

Winnie the Poohs Blustery Day
just cannot compete

In like a lion and out like a lamb
I am so tired of paying for heat

I long for crocuses, tulips and green
it seems like ages since they have been seen

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March

March

Sweet, bitter March,
last year tears haven’t dried out up 
till now and yet you
are already at the door,
knocking lightly!

Sadness is still flapping over my head like
a frantic goose, what have you brought with you
to silence its primordial honking?!

I can see your hunched silhouette against the wall
Of my waiting, standing awash with shame,
wringing your empty hands desperately!

O' March , anniversary of tears and smiles,
Memories are pacing around nostalgically, sniffing
the withered roses, leafing through the pages of books
trying to put the haphazard leftovers of a once
beautiful image into shape…

The hurricane that accompanied you once
has subdued, leaving behind a nerve-tearing silence and
a deracinated life!

Don’t wonder; rootless hopes are still roving
over the corpse of a long dead dream, taking
strength from the ever pulsating stars…

March, March , embracer of birth and death,
the breath of eternity has abandoned
your rosy-cheeked child..
The resonance of its happy giggles are
haunting the vacant hours of night, sending me
reeling of longing!

Its face emerges from among the clouds of years, an angelic
Vision imprinted on the face of a mourning moon!

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The 'Undred an' Fifth

The 'Undred an' Fifth is the greatest o' Britain,
They charge like the Royal Marines;
They'll shatter the shock, and they'll 'old like a rock,
On nothin' but pork leg an' beans.

They march by the mile, an' they step 'er in style;
At 'ome by the land 'r the sea.
They'll fight like a lion, an' die for the tryin',
For nothin' save crackers an' tea.

Aye! the 'Undred an' Fifth is the best in the land;
They 'ave trampled the gates o' Chardaux.
Brave for the fight, they 'll sail to the sand,
An' they'll march till they meet wi' the foe!

The 'Undred an' Fifth, yes the best o' the best;
They 'ud conquer the ends o' the world.
Not taking a rest, they are game for the test,
Till the Jack o' the Brits is unfurled.

The 'Undred an' Fifth is the greatest forever;
They'll cross any line in the sand.
When others 'ave failed, an' the reg'lars 'ave bailed,
Then the Fifth o' the 'Undreds 'll stand!

They stand in a rank, an' they march in a file,
They 'ark to an ol' rusty sot:
They serve for the Queen, as they camp o'er the mile;
They're the greatest that Britain 'as got! 

~ Inspired by Kipling's "Soldier an' Sailor Too".
~ See About Poem for more.

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Twist Of Emotions In March

 Another day chased away by cold breese
And the fast wind into the dark caves flees
Silence, a master of the place that screams
And the void, a hole that swallows the beams

Into gloomy shades, the birds take refuge
As, the sky a black dome awfully huge
What is left, is the empty streets, without
And within, a poet rotten by doubt

Inside my chest, a throbbing heart, in fear
The season might mean that the end is near
As the trees, their leaves with rustle they fall
Highlighted by the scared few birds that call

As if Spring this year were just meant to leave
Before term, and before my words, i'd give

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Lust

Last league of March, after spring had reached its peak,
I opened my doors to abeer.
And sunshine.

She grinned, 
Wished, 
Ran,
And shrieked in delight when I caught her.

The saffron on the curves of her hips is mine. 
The azure on the rise of her breasts.
The dark, raunchy purple on her lips.
The vermilion on her forehead is not,
And when dusk fell, it drew her away from me.




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Date: 29 / 10 / 2016
This poem was written in celebration of 'Holi', the festival of colour. The idea was to draw a parallel with the tale of Radha-Krishna, which itself is a story of an affair.

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Hillside Stream in Early March

Replenished with rain, it rushes on,
Its brown water pours and spills
Like vinegar from the pickle bottle,
Tumbling over, bubbling through
The jagged jumble of rocks,
Those early plants pushed aside to let it pass,
Its running melody ringing clear,
Competing with the robin’s call,
The stream pushes on, its cheerful song
Belies the chill beneath,
As it strives to outrun Winter,
While the fragile sun sighs
‘Too soon, too soon’.

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Our Month Of March


Our Month of March


The month of March will soon make her debut;
     this winter month, our third is now in line.
And she can be a fickle one, it's true;
     brings climate that is wild or quite benign.

'In like a lamb, out like a lion' force,
     she teases us with spring then turns around;
and there again, another snow, of course.
     So March has her surprises to astound.

But towards her end, we think about our spring,
     as March does seem to seal winter's end.
We pick up twigs and branches in upswing
     on warm and sunny days; on hopes depend.

But, month of March will own up to defeat
     when April comes on pussy-willow feet.


Sandra  M. Haight

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Oh, March

Oh, March
you pompous windbag
howling in the hollows
of Winters fade.
Scattering Fall’s gold
across warmed mud,
billowing tree bound
plastic bag kites,
hoisting the weightless hawk.

Oh March
you city street sweeper
funneling debris
down tunneled alleys,
tearing at the edges
of flailing flags,
hastening the pace
of lethargy’s malaise.

Oh March
you docile lamb
caressing soft peeking buds,
nurturing the squawk
of nestlings,
nudging idle cocoons
to wakefulness,
warming ophidian
cold blood.

Oh March
you are the hint
of warming’s kiss
titillating Spring’s yawn.


John G. Lawless
©3/1/2018

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March Madness II

There is another March Madness
and it also happens every year,
there are shouts, cheers, and a tear...
I wonder if you can make a guess?

The fans - they dress in all sorts of wild gear,
and there are office bets placed all around;
the brackets are made and are NCAA bound
and no Madness is the same from year to year.

Can you guess what this thing I rhyme is all about,
or are you like some who really don't care?
But watch and you'll see some amazing air
for basketball fans - March Madness carries real clout.

Now I know this isn't about the blues,
but I wasn't in the mood to make you sad,
so I wrote this piece, I hope you're glad...
the March Madness cure - Basketball shoes!

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In the Face of Death

Entry for the contest: World or War: Viet Nam
Author:  Elaine Cecelia Geroge, of Canada
Inspired by:  the Picture of the soldier’s 
carrying their wounded comrade through
the Viet Nam Jungle.  In this poem, it is
the soldeir on the left.

~~~~~


I dream of heaven here on earth,
where I walk in meadows green,
in the Blue Ridge Mountains, of Virginia
beside a mountain stream;
where rainbow coloured - wild flowers, 
swaye upon a breeze;
and leafy emeralds blossom,
on the limbs of lofty trees.

There in those hills where I was born
 ‘Heather’ waits for me; 
my love, my wife, I see her now
in every breath I breathe.

And I dare not cast my eyes 
 upon this grim reality;
here in Viet Nam,
where thorns and bards on gnarled trees, 
hold me in this hell- hole, 
in an endless muddy stream,
filled with blood, and sweat, and tears,
and victories broken dream.

And I dare not free my hands, 
to wipe away these tears I cry,
I can not! I must not!  for if I do,
 my brother dies!

So with every single beat, 
of this patriotic heart,
staring in the face of death, I march -
I march through Hell, 
And dream of Heaven here on Earth

~~~~~~~
Written:  April 17, 2011
Awarded:  4th place

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March Madness

march time
hype time

basket
ball bet 

crowds boo
munch goo

fans cheer
drink beer

poor aims
close games

april
a pill

time nears
fan fears

number
bummer

the one
not fun!

cut nets
let's jet

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The Hockey Battle of Respect - A Maple Leafs and Lightning Season Series

Thursday, March the 5th of the year 2015
Another hockey battle comes along the way
It's a hockey night across the bay
And for the fans, it's a night of pride and respect

Thursday night with the blue and white
Trying to play for their season pride
Thursday night with the black and blue
Trying to play for their playoffs ride

When the dance on the ice begins to ring
Their voices of strong support will begin to sing
With an atmosphere of a pep rally from high school
The cheers of a true fan - a hockey team's supporting tool

Toronto Maple Leafs - the underdog team
Coming away from the bay to fight for respect
Tampa Bay Lightning - the elite team
Coming from the bay to keep their respect

From the cheers of "GO LEAFS GO" away from home
To the cheers of "LET'S GO LIGHTNING" close to home
Hockey Night in Tampa Bay - a worthy game to expect
And their season matchup will be known as "The Hockey Battle of Respect"

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Happy Birthday To Me

The candles are aglow on your birthday cake,
Where a wish awaits for only you to make,
A cascade of confetti thrown by many a friend,
Balloons and flowers, gifts and parties without end,
A year filled with new smiles and never a tear,
And with many heartfelt words of good cheer,
Like those I have written right here on the page,
A Happy Birthday to you, no matter what your age!



I wrote this for Linda's (Poet Destroyer's) birthday, 
but I thought it was appropriate to repost this,
since today is my birthday!

It is always nice to share this special day with friends.
And, I consider all of you to be mine! :)

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Little Drummer Boy

Ratta tat tat, as he taps on his drum
The war isn’t over, it’s just begun
He’ll play that drum until the moon shines bright
He’ll play that drum till the stars come out at night
With bullets flying over head
He looks around and sees the dead
Explosions and smoke lace the air
But still he runs, and plays his drum
He wants to cry but shows no fear
Fear is something forbidden here
To prove his self among the men
Is what he dreams of again and again
With tears streaming down his cheeks
He charges faster, anger at its peak
He grabs a dead soldier’s gun and fires
To kill an enemy is his only desire
But angry like a ravaging dogs bark
Suddenly, everything goes dark
As he falls to the ground and looks over at the others,
The Little drummer boy thinks only of. . .

. . .His mother. . .


*I'm a huge history nerd and one night in high school, this poem came to mind.

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As Time Goes on

The days of March are dark and drear.
In April rain clouds still appear.
By May the weatherman we cheer,
And June is here, and June is here.

July brings forth the perfect rose.
In August we take off our clothes.
September we must don our hose,
And summer goes, and summer goes.

October the cool breezes blow.
November brings a hint of snow.
December time is all aglow,
Bright gifts with bow, bright gifts with bow.

In January a deep freeze.
Small February is a tease.
Bold March once more will try to please.
Time to plant peas, time to plant peas.

6/18/13

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Butterflies Flutter -Palindrome-

Butterflies fluttering -*- fluttering butterflies 
Wonderous colors -*- colors wonderous 
Breeze along with they float -*- float they with along breeze 
They are beautiful creatures -*- creatures beautiful are they 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
Mar.23/2005

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On the March

Soldiers,
rucksacks in place,
marching, calling cadence:
"Sound off, one two. Sound off, three four."
"Hooah"

6/4/15

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- MARCH -






Kong winter resolve his power struggle to live a little longer
Cold soil protects wild modest tiny flowers
March deserve tribute by an dignified pen
A soothing voice whisper in dew wet morning sun
When Spring youthful glory revitalises

With blessed glow in brilliant charm
A soft mother breast for all to be born again
Nature pregnancies seeds of life
Spring unveiled with a colorful smile
We go brighter times ahead, wakes up from beauty sleep
Princess Spring I feel lucky and almighty










01.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)

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BULLETS

BULLETS!

If there ever was a time in the history of human, it is now that one’s being is 
     bound to civic duty impost.
He or she is a loyal citizen of his or her nation.
Intensified is the fortress bond of armory and strength.
Through our faith and courage, our minds and our heart have engaged vigor.
Dynamism is diversification via structure.
What is seen is statement beyond repose via strategy.

As we discuss the militant way, we centralize our thoughts
To suffering in other nations against dogmatic methods, systemically 
     approached the right to vote interposed by illegality of the election booth 
     intervened by bribes and other means to destroy equability.
What is seen is statement beyond repose via strategy.
 
Impartiality is an assured plus of unanimous.
Political leaders aboard focus on a suppressed nation through their views on 
     enslavement and incapacitate.
For sure, this is the Stalin’s views of the Ukraine orders retain.
To incarcerate through tenets of rapaciousness is cruel.
Therefore, what is seen is only a system of beliefs.
The Ukrainians must remain free to be at liberty.
______________________________________|
Verlena S. Walker
Penned on October 02, 2014!
Form: Decapentasyllabic Verse

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March Fourth

I was born on March fourth, 1983.
But, I believe I was born, to march forth.
What I mean is, I was born to never give up.
To never quit.
To keep trying.
To walk my own path.
To keep going, no matter how dark my days get.
To continue on, no matter how bleak my outlook is.
To keep my head up, even when others look down on me.
I am tough, I am strong, I am a survivor.
I always was, and I always will be.
I will never stop reaching for my dream.
I will never stop going forward,
even when my shoes have worn out.
Even when my socks have torn to shreds,
even when my feet are broken and bleeding.
Because, I was born on March fourth.
To march forth.







Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me With A Small Poem" - motif: epic

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Christmas In July

The sun shines so bright in a cerulean sky,
As Christmas spirit comes in great surprise;
People now in all walks of life,
Happily enjoy the moment once in a lifetime.

Go shopping here, go shopping there,
They all buy things needed to cheer;
Everyone joins the spectacular parade,
With big floats and motorcades.

It is still July but Christmas is magic,
It comes on time when we least expect it;
Day and night, people are  rejoicing,
Helping one another in all undertakings.

 Still skeptical on what is really happening,
But colorful lanterns and ornaments  are now seen,
Christmas lights even sparks in shimmering splendor,
Hang in houses, on  window sills and doors.

In open houses have some special gifts,
For anyone who would wish to drop by for a pick;
Some are simple wrapped items,
And some are sweets or delicacies on plates.

Everyone keeps busy but doesn’t go frantic,
Christmas in July is a real fantastic;
A special event which now lingers in the memory,
Because it is our Town’s First City Anniversary!




Note: Our town turned to a city.
Date: Aug. 8. 2012


7th Place Winner
Contest: My Favorite Poem Contest
Contest Judged: 9/7/12         12:00:00 AM
Poet Sponsor: Joyce Johnson



Note: This was my entry in the contest with a theme, Christmas In July Magic. I’m dedicating this poem to my town Candon City, although the anniversary is not really in July. I just kept the  theme of the contest. Moreover, my dearest mother and favorite aunt who are both celebrating their b-days on this month had inspired me to write. The real Town City Hood and Foundation anniversary: The anniversary of Candon City Hood is every March 28. Candon became a city in March 28, 2001 thru Republic Act 9018. Candon City hood was authored by then Congresswoman Grace Singson during the 11th congress. Foundation Day is March 25. -more info were from Mr. Jun Balbin.

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March

Melting snows begin to fade
   As a newborn season arrives,
      Refreshing our lives grown dull.
         Cradled in green budding leaves,
            Hushed by the winds of spring.









Written on August 10th, 2015

My birthday is March 4th, 1983