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I once heard the whisper of falling snow,
saw a spark in the eye of a coal-black crow,
felt the power and awe of a swift river's flow,
the older I get, the less I know.
My hair was once braided in golden cornrows,
by Jamaican friends in an island below,
a psychic once asked me about Jericho,
the older I get, the less I know.
The hot southern asphalt that scalded my toe,
the rope swing that swung us, to and fro,
Christmas Eve and the tree in the firelight's glow,
the older I get, the less I know.
Everyone's gone, but where did they go?
Why is my spirit sinking so low?
Is it true we reap only what we sow?
the older I get, the less I know.
©2010 DanielleWhite
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2010
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"By the sea, all worries wash away"
(Saw this quote on a sign in my doctor office and I loved it.)
Since by the sea, all worries wash away,
I think I’ll go down to the beach today,
where palm trees in warm summer breezes sway,
before the sun peeks out above the bay.
Fair weather is expected. Clouds of grey
are not expected. I think that I may
jump waves as if I were a child at play!
Yes, by the sea I’ll go without delay.
From morn till twilight's crimson glow I'll stay.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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As night grows short, yet moon and stars are still aglow,
some sleep with dreams which to the world they’ll never show,
and others sleep with dreams that cover up great woe.
But there are some whose minds are dancing to-and-fro,
who find that slumber is a thing they must forego.
They rise from bed; then creeping down the hall they go
where they can put their thoughts to verse because they know
that fleeting are those thoughts which fall like flakes of snow
across their minds. To capture them they must, and so,
the shadow poets pour their hearts out! Even though
they long for sleep, they let their dreams on paper flow!
Written Jan. 16, 2017 for John Hamilton's 12 by 12 Monorhyme Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass
This cord of present time shall break
And hate and fear shall flee and quake
Oh, may all vice this earth forsake!
And love awake! And love awake!
Oh, see him walk 'neath mighty trees!
The king of beasts; what strength and ease!
Yet now content this lass to please
Her hand to tease, her hand to tease
Behold! A pleasant form and face!
The child of beauty crowned with grace!
Fair Una treads at even pace
A better place, a better place
~ The form is Monotetra~
~Based on the painting 'Una and the Lion' by Briton Riviere.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
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Inhaling, hushed, from hashed cigars
my mind implodes in Malimar
where Naiads bathe in caviar -
I dream of dwarves and three-eyed tsars.
The captive kiss of Princess Mars
(who talks in tongues at seminars)
burns red beyond Her blue boudoir -
I writhe within Her pale peignoir.
Her Maids gloss lips with cinnabar,
bedizen cheeks in dusts that mar,
serve teas beside the reservoir -
I sip them from a samovar.
Disguised in smoke and lamps of spar
Her Genies gender gold dinars,
evoking flames in ginger jars -
I plea before the Commissar.
At Princess’ neighbourhood bazaar,
white shadows slip through doors ajar
to drape my dreams in ash and char -
I long await the Avatar.
Her Merchants (preening, proud Hussars)
paint pretty scenes on VCR’s
while sailing ships to Zanzibar -
I strum the strings of warped sitars.
Her Prophets sometimes cruise in cars
else while at each and every bar
to speak of space and time bizarre -
I pass my pride for small pourboires.
Her Necromancers trace in tar
tall tales of wisdom flung afar,
transported by the Registrars -
I hitchhike on their handlebars.
Her seers conjure repertoires
where She and I are on a par
in infinite surreal memoirs -
I sometimes sense the void is ours.
My Princess never sees the scars
cut by Her whispered “au revoirs” -
I often wake to ask ‘who are
these Gods that sail the distant stars?’
Copyright © Terry O'Leary | Year Posted 2013
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Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In youth the Eden where you played
was left bereft, destroyed, decayed,
by trusts malignant masquerade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Sweet crops die in your fallow glade
as opportunist needs invade
and bleed the life from every blade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
First, victims surging song is brayed
but dirges of the wronged soon fade
and urges pant their serenade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
Agendas you arrange cascade
to keep your motives undisplayed
and cover cracks in your charade
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
You planted with your soiled spade
these spoiled seeds in hopes that they'd
advance the rancid plots you'd laid
Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
You knew your putrid past replayed
but let each bloom on whom you'd preyed
lie blighted in the beds you'd made
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
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You were eyes for the man I was - blind
And always without strain you were kind
Love from the heart with no edit of mind
What a day it was I met you - what a find
In awe of your aura - to mesh I was inclined
Our souls with ease from day one intertwined
Faith insisted on our meeting, solid, underlined
There were no keys on backs one had to wind
To say that I am thankful would be misdefined
A new word I would create for us for all mankind
For our story must be familiar one predefined
From up above written in stone and preassigned
I am writing this in monorhyme perfectly designed
Like our friendship it is one, neat and consigned
For you now - delivered, dated and proudly signed
01~11~2015
With Love Armand
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Contest: Write A Poem
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015
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Imperfect as we are, how can we
begin to grasp the intensity
of His pain, that immense agony
of suffering for humanity?
To be unblemished, yet have to be
the one to bear such cruel mockery,
body nailed to a cross unjustly,
His heart and soul pierced for you and me.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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Penned like cattle, as if chattel,
cages rattle, sounds of brattle,
no more tattle, keen for battle.
Be free, my brothers!
The cause is great, our rights innate,
not fuelled by hate, we’ll change our fate,
we won’t be freight, not long to wait.
Be free, my brothers!
Marched out on deck, end of the trek,
each one they check, from toes to neck,
the merest speck, is cause for heck.
Be free, my brothers!
As we make land, I rub my brand,
the time’s at hand, to make a stand,
with me my band, just as we planned.
Be free, my brothers!
No longer sane, we share the strain,
endure the pain, it’s not in vain,
it’s all to gain, I break the chain.
Be free, my brothers!
Accursed whip, my clothes do rip,
he splits my lip, I smash his hip,
he’s lost his grip, knocked off the ship.
Be free, my brothers!
We're in the dirt, the words are curt,
I wield the quirt, then shred his shirt,
his blood does spurt, he's badly hurt.
Be free, my brothers!
The dock we shun, just feel that sun,
we’re on the run, but not yet won,
all said and done, it’s just begun.
Be free, my brothers!
Free of the snare, the wear and tear,
the vacant stare, the matted hair,
because we dare, to breathe the air.
Be free, my brothers!
So they give chase, don’t see the face,
our fall from grace, because of race,
their motives base, traded for lace.
Be free, my brothers!
More men appear, they mock and jeer,
the end draws near, that much is clear,
we hold life dear, so fight your fear.
Be free, my brothers!
At last we’re caught, not been for nought,
got what we sought, for what we fought,
to them we’ve taught, will not be bought.
Be free, my brothers!
Out in the field, wounds far from healed,
blood not congealed, our fates are sealed,
their guns they wield, we will not yield.
Die free, my brothers!
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Originally composed in 2013, this is one of my longer poems. I was unsure about letting it see the light of day due to the sensitive nature of the subject, but this was my take on a particularly dark part of man's history.
Submitted to the "Go Ahead... I Dare Ya!!" contest sponsored by John Lawless.
(1st Place)
Poem of the Day: 10 April 2017
Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017
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~ ~
through eyes that glow ruffling your hair
we warm the room with luminous stares
a gentle ambrosia drapes the fragrant air
with wine from your lips --- and just there
this need to melt in immortal surrender
kindles as rows of candlelight declare
kept promise of twenty years deeply shared
and while laugh lines crease slight wear and tear
the charm of life’s interludes makes me aware
~ how we glide together still burning and bare
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Russel Sivey’s Candlelight Contest
By nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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line count and word number are equal in this selection....
"Make It Count"
by: Eric L. Boddie
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Man may
Come to play
But if you say
Oh no baby, not today
Do you think he would stay
Or would he go so far away
In search of another lover he could lay
Doing everything associated with rolling in that infamous hay
And if push came to shove, maybe he would pay
To relieve all the stress stemming from your hips' distant sway
Because something must give, there are more than fifty shades of gray
That's common knowledge to the freaks and all those upon which they prey
And once you learn them all, I promise your lover will never ever stray
But if you miss just a single one, then you may experience that dreadful day
Where you lose it all so try to find True Love and remember to always Pray
Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015
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When you come home late at night
Open the door and turn on the light
You had better be extremely quite
Or your goodly wife you may excite
And I'm sure she will not be polite
When she orders you out of her sight
There is no use trying to be contrite
The dog will have company overnight
Your goose is well and truly cooked alright
Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015
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World of Insanity
Cold war,main destiny,
Death is the symphony,
Blood shed and heroes be
Great men in history.
Mourn's drums in melody,
No peace for you and me.
If only it could be
not just a fantasy
lit candles by the sea
White flags of Victory
Nations in Harmony
One world,One family
the voice of let it be.
I was inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's last contest,a Monorhyme with a message,
I don't know if this poem passes as a Monorhyme.. I tried.. and the message is for peace..
Inspired by the BEATLES song too..Let it be... One of my favourite songs.. Charma
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2010
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He pops the cork from vintage vine,
then bubbles dance in scarlet wine
I look his way, his eyes find mine
The stars align, the stars align!
He pours the glass, and as it tips
one drop remains there, as I sip
I leave for him upon my lips
My heartbeat skips, my heartbeat skips!
The wine my lips had not yet met
becomes a bliss, I'll not forget
A kiss that tastes of sweet claret
Not one regret, not one regret
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Inspired by the Contest: Monetetra
Sponsored by Kim Merryman 6/26/13
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
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Luna, to the depths
of my fondest delight,
You are regally dressed
this beautiful night.
Your beaming full face,
frosted splendidly bright,
Causes Venus to become
pale in your sight.
Your reflection shining down
from your lofty height
Dances on the swaying sea
in bejeweled light.
Known as the `beaver'
full moon eclipse tonight,
In awe still am l as your
shadow takes flight.
I rejoice in the return
of your graceful might.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
**Why is the full moon known as the "beaver" full moon?
The U.S. Naval Observatory's Geoff Chester offers the reasoning behind the name:
"[The] name comes from Native American skylore reminding trappers to set their
final traps for the season before the beaver ponds freeze up for the winter,"
Chester writes. He also notes this moon is sometimes also referred to as the "Frosty Moon."
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
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Color me blue
As I think of you
A love once true
Has lost its radiant hue
Tomorrow I begin anew
How? I haven't a clue
A love once true
Has now faded blue
Where is the joy we knew
Happiness that grew
A love once true
It's gone; it flew
I know we're through
All around I see blue
A love once true
Leaves me longing for you
Wondering what I can do
No more to pursue
A love once true
Has left me so blue
I eat my words, I chew
Taste like a worn shoe
A love once true
Has gone askew
Did I misconstrue
I strove to continue
A love once true
Until you withdrew
Color me blue
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
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Sticky smears on the table top.
on the couch spilled soda pop
one chewed up shoe and one flip-flop
I’m doomed to clean this mess non-stop
Greasy dog bones gone astray
found buried in the rug today
the hamster made a getaway
where he’s gone it’s hard to say.
The shower drain is plugged, I swear
the tub has grout and needs repair
dirty laundry everywhere.
it really is a mess out there.
Under beds dust bunnies show
all closets are on overflow
the fridge is packed with things that grow
dishes clog the sink, I know.
Spaghetti sauce dumped on the floor
12 eggs broke, need I say more
fingerprints on every door
this place, a never-ending chore
Just when I think things can’t get worse
the leaking fish tank cracked and burst
40 gallons was dispersed
I think this house is cursed.
In every corner, ledge and groove
dirt and grim must be removed
there’s one solution I approve
pack your things, we’re going to move!
Liz Relly – 3/06/2012
“Cobwebs and Dust” Contest (new start)
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2012
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I like to be somewhere were I can't be traced
I world of magic or stuck in the replay of my outtakes
A thousand pictures saved and phrases enjoyed take place
I could be a mystical being or an animal having race
I could be a goddess, or remembering when I ate Daddy's plate
Pretending I'm kissing a movie star or the kisses of my love; can't replace
O yes, my funnest and greatest transportation, are the ones that my mind would make.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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In the dark of night, moon hidden from sight
Large snowflakes in flight and transcending white
Come morning's twilight, ice crystals ignite
They sparkle so bright as sun rays excite
The song birds unite, and softly invite
On the heart it writes , a poet's delight
January 6 2017
Monorhyme- 6 lines 10 syllables per line
by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
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Nature says create and rejuvenate.
Beasts cooperate and repopulate.
Sun’s rays dominate; showers saturate!
Blooms that fascinate soon accumulate.
Bees don’t hesitate to participate
as they pollinate. Isn’t springtime great!
Written April 28, 2017
for John Hamilton's Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2 Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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God is the Lord of all humanity,
And the reason for our vitality;
When we ignore Him, there's insanity,
Volcanity, lack of morality,
Senseless brutality, profanity,
That leads mankind towards fatality;
Today, we're lacking in urbanity,
Because of no open mentality.
To trust in riches is inanity.
Believing Christ needs no formality,
He's the Way to heav'n, not mundanity,
Accept it or not, that's reality.
01-24-17
Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017
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Above the grass, a-buzz with bees
upon a mellow summer breeze,
the morning sun warms by degrees
and from my sleepy memory flees
the smother of the night’s unease
which led me broken, to my knees.
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Might I accept that what one sees
in humble moments such as these
by skyward visions through the trees
entranced by warbling ancient seas
these secret, sacred reveries
piercing, piercing, my soul appease.
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Thus, when swallowed by disease
or trapped between realities
oh might I grasp, and ever seize
my God, I beg, I beg it please;
the healing warmth of summer breeze
to guide me whole, back from my knees.
5/13/16
*Inspired by (but not entered in) the Nature Monorhyme contest hosted by Shadow Hamilton. -Great Contest Idea!
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2016
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Thank you, special friend, whoever you are,
For the best gift I've got this year, so far,
Your generous heart is sure above par,
May God bless you! May you shine like a star!
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03.01.17
Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017
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It is the night, in deepest dark, that death foretells
the demon heart in which all lonely feeling dwells.
Yet, in plain sight, our eyes can’t see what life impels,
emotion’s plea, our deepest sorrow love dispels.
Blind are caustic ink filled visions, all light repels,
like charred decisions, ash from crematory tells
a tale where quietus intrepidity sells
the silent impetus toward a life of many hells.
Walled inside this ebon murk, my emotion wells;
beyond they lurk, those who are sane, their tale retells
how life is to live, and the end but brief farewells.
Though my will may bend, it is I that death compels.
02/16/2018
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2018
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Once long ago there was a clear blue sky
Where roamed free bird and butterfly
That’s when came the idea to super citify
And to pollution creators deify
All put their brain power to diversify
Silenced anyone who dared go awry
Soon mile high skyscrapers did gratify
And every square inch did occupy
Way too many to quantify
So it was nature they did damnify
Now skies are filled with traffic jams that horrify
Greenish rain waters that relentlessly acidify
Mountain-high billboard ads that do electrify
An extravagance of gadgets enough to stupefy
Implanted technology meant to dehumanify
In light of superfluity, let me just plainly oversimplify
Scientists need to eat a big piece of humble pie
There’s just no way to justify
Why colourful sunsets went by the by
And why no one remembers the aroma of apple pie
Submitted on March 4, 2018, for contest SCIENCE FICTION sponsored by DEBORAH GUENTHER BEACHBOARD - HONORABLE MENTION
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018