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Amethyst Fate

Bluebells in chime are shadows in training; beech trees rising in a sheltering sky. Sunlight peeks through; the merest of raining, to guide the mauve buds to darkness close by. Wind in the forest wafts in refraining. Violet implores the young they must fly. But until they're ready fledglings must wait to one day assume their amethyst fate. 1st Place Early July Standard Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand 7/4/17

Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017

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Song For My Love, My Sweet

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

At last you’ve come for me, my love, my sweet! You’ve come through tranquil woodland, with the breeze, along that path where once we used to meet and with the sunlight streaming through the trees! With passion in your eyes and wings for feet, you’ve come for me, and all my anguish flees. You are so near, I hear your wild heart beat. You’ve come for me, my own wild heart to seize. Alas! The woods have vanished with the gleam of my waking dawn. It was but a dream.
Written June 9, 2011 by Andrea Dietrich Inspired by the Contest "A Woodland Path" sponsored by Constance la France ~ A Rambling Poet ~

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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In a valley where our hands etched the moon Through luster of nightfall’s October veil; We shared confidences through hazed monsoon As I rambled on, keeping each detail Of common views…angels, books, a jazz tune While a serenade for two charmed night’s grail, Igniting warmth with his presence everyday… Slowly, we knew this was destiny’s way. Through persistent journeys, time clasped one spark Enshrining three years graced by light above, A pledge to remain steadfast, to embark On endless devotion crowned by flamed love. Again, he offered eternity’s mark, That would seal our vow like heaven’s white dove And my moist eyes glistened just like before, “Dear one, fate shall lead us to evermore.” Our Year In Love Contest, For Olive E. Guillermo 2/11/2016

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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With Joy Overflowing

Romance is in bloom when it's new and sweet like rose buds opening. Love is growing! The flutter feeling each time that you meet; the kisses and the knowing you are glowing! The realizing that you feel complete and your heart with joy is overflowing. Nothing else could be more worth living for. Oh, to keep it going forevermore! Written May 7, 2017

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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White Rose in a Summer Garden

A white rose grew in her Summer garden, whose velvet petals formed a lovely head more exquisite than those in Le jardin. Its sweet fragrance perfumed the flower bed. "Dearest Rose, I must beg for your pardon, for clipping you for a bouquet," she said. In a crystal vase the rose was retired adored for its scent and beauty admired. *Le jardin des Tuileries Park in France June 8th, 2017

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017

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The Endless War

(not to take too seriously; I think I am immune 
to my "enemies" by now!)

How near to us are foes we can’t resist
when cells, like terrorists that we can’t see
accumulate!  What parasites exist
within our very homes!  We can’t be free
of them, and even the perfectionist
can’t rid his castle of the enemy.
They have no need of camouflage.  They breed, 
for on those cells sloughed off our skin they feed!

Though microscopic, they are numberless.
For those with allergies, the “mighty” mite
can wreak some damage. Nasty, they possess
the air we breathe, the beds we use at night!
And they will never simply evanesce. . . 
To kill them off requires a constant fight,
but no one, sadly, perfectly defeats
them, even vacuuming and changing sheets!

Inside the fridge, on counters, in the sink
lurk others. Do not be too much at ease.
The very sponge you’re using, which you think
is helping, could be spreading a disease!
Who knows what swarms in water that we drink,
on spinach leaves or just a piece of cheese?
How fleet is time; how bleak to have to spend
it on a war  we know will never end!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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The Gods of Winds

A warring god of wind storms and lightening,
Rudra, rough looking, well built, braided hair
Golden in color, of firm limbs widening
With streaks of lightening and fearful blares
Making nervous with fear all the beings.
But caters medicines to the world with care
The wind God is the breath bringer to all
Perfumes, caresses and senses at his call.

Rudra sired his wife Deeti with a son
Deeti vowed to keep him in her womb for more years
Letting the child be more and more brawny one.
Indra, the chief deity of heaven, out of fear,
Entered her womb and chopped him with passion
But pieces so strong reformed into numbers. 
They were named as Maruts, varied Gods of wind
Who lash the world from end to end with great dins.

They are progeny of Rudra, the bulls of heaven,
Radiant in serried rank free from spots and stains
Who drench the earth with heavy rains uneven.
No one know from where they take shape and rain
Spreading forth darkness during the day time even.
Bring health and wealth in noisy way, but veterans.
*"The winds of God’s grace are always blowing
It is left to us how to set the sails flowing."

*Rudra, Maruts and Deeti are characters in Hindu Mythology*
* Inspired by a quote
December 21, 2014
Third Place win
Form: Ottava Rima - Rhyme Scheme abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii
Sources : Wikipedia - hinduwebsites

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014

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The Morning Mist

The morning's mists
mix with the
woodland's scent
To fill me with such
wondrous happiness;
I see her wet but
gentle hands are
And reaching out to
touch with
The trees, and fills
my heart with
At how her fingers
curl with
To stroke the ragged
faces of the rocks,
Or run her dewy
fingers through the

{Written by Isaiah
Zerbst for the
poetry contest
"Through the Mist"
on the 20th of
August, 2014.}

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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Kiss me Quiet

It's near midnight, whilst we moonlight walk Palm tree lined fairway, Crickets singing Hands clenched in loving vacationed talk Hearts in wanting pound, Batangas is bringing We, she and I, now amidst our intending lock Serenity is the scene blessed by lunar watch So late, but joyous we, soon our lips are speaking Clouds now hover as we witness natures rain Our apartment is distant, we welcome given Through broken lunar light, stroking her mane My hands in taken then, sensuously they're driven Kiss me quiet is whispered, hearts now in reign Walking, slowly walking, absorbing to us this night Hearts in touching pound, Batangas has brought .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Changing Sky

My weeping eyes behold the changing sky
O'erspread with clouds of grey where once was blue
With gaze upturned, I heave a burdened sigh
At all the world now changed to leaden hue
Yet still they onward, ever onward fly
And more appear to change the sky anew
And now, as troubled hearts their sorrows spill
These maudlin clouds the heavy rain distill

The sun obscured in shame, he hides his face
And lightning lights instead the cheerless gloom
While thunder follows swift in furious chase
As if to herald thoughts of coming doom
And still, the rain descends at hurried pace
As if the earth in water to entomb
It seems belike this storm would rage for aye
And all the earth would never chance to dry

But lo! The setting sun that once was veiled!
Draws nigh to show his grandeur forth below
He shines his beams abroad the clouds to gild
And sparks the drops as diamonds all aglow
Mid pools of sapphire blue the sky is filled
With vibrant coloured shades of heaven's bow
What eye could see and not revive its fire?
Nor mind behold and not its thoughts inspire?

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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Rampage rumbling water roars dig the shores
Heavy hard they grapple trees and humans
Tumbling turner tides glide no one adore
Frightened humans, they run! Run and run fast!
As they desire to survive ever more
From angry nimbus clouds darkening span
To merry-go-round waves muddy wet skirt
Gnawing so hungry to launch damage pert

Beeping screams a reigning train of terror
Rattling man's safety in viral bellow
The ground shut bullet rush without error
All will see an avalanche fresh fresco
the scathe and cries a full furor mirror
Waiting for hope - the sun's chrome of yellow
Abrupt sea assault bridge to sudden death
Taking all weak and anyone with breath

© O. E. Guillermo
September 28, 2009

*** FROM A DOCUMENTARY I watch about killer tsunami
Sponsor	Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name	Top Gun Poetry - Structured forms - Iambic verse II 
placed 2nd

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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I'm an 8

I wonder where earth joins the sky, then hear the thunder's battle cry, and ponder how the day rescinds, with words that rattle with the wind A rumbled sound from clouds tinged gray, as treetops tremble, bend and sway A raindrop tumbles to the ground I wander back to shelter found
____________________________________________________ Form: Sicilian Octave variation "strambotto" Path Number 8 Birth date 5/21 Written 9/18/14 For Andrea's challenge

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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Mist Rise

Ah, disperse, dissolve, deploy, aqua vitae, 
all through the depth of primal forest rise,
turn the shades of green toward blue-gray.
Soften shades of purple shadows, disguise,
and bath the chill of night with damp display. 
Ah yes, rise to treetops and tors, comply, 
and hide the prey from predators this night,
blanket the woods in opalescent white.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014

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I count my trails along a field of woe herein, a night rambles on tiers of doom. Boughs curling their arms; my eyes cast below upon dull marble stones where sighs are entombed. I clutch for the moon that guides a wind’s flow; My dwindling hands brushing leaves uncombed. Yet prayers for life unmoved from above As shoulders freeze to find one precious dove. I enter an arch of disarranged hill Blinded by darkness; thick the skin of air. My lips quiver into whispers, until Feathers so lucent appear from nowhere. Sweet voice of cherub awakens a thrill Listening to her psalm of light, sincere. While fragrance of comfort wafts on flowered breast Angel of dove wheels far, granting me rest. Angels Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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Kanhapatra - WIN

Once upon a time there lived a dancer 
Shyama, a concubine of a feudal baron
Had a pretty girl Kanha, also a dancer
Quite excelled in playing of the Veena”s tune
Was mortified being Courtesan’s daughter
Sobbing, came to her mother with a question
Calming her down she pointed to God’s statue
HE is your soul-mate will take you away astute

She took to Lord Pandurangam thus advised
As her lover, owner of body, mind and soul
As the classical musician her she was praised
People came with offers, mother turned down all.
Sultan of Vidarbh by her beauty was charmed
Sent order to send Kanha to his serial
She left town at dawn as she had intimation
Went to Pandharpur temple for inspiration.

She wrote, composed and sang as blessed poet
Data was leaked when a man saw her singing
The Sultan besieged the town and held the priest
Quite engrossed she kept on Veena –playing
Chord broke, song disrupted, the statue split
God came out, carried her, the statue joining
Merged with God, piece of scarf stuck in a gap
Kanha got herself in her eternal lover wrap.

Once upon a time in the fourteen century, at Mangalwedhe ,Maharashtra State, 
India, the story has taken place. A temple was built later, in Kanhapatra’s name. 
The lucky visitors, who strongly believe in Lord Vithal and his miracles, can see or 
assume the tiny piece of cloth, stuck (at the place near the heart) on the Lord’s statue.
Contest: Any poem # 3              6th place win
*Name of a woman
** Kanha means a belle
*** Veena, an Indian musical instrument
****Pandurangam, a name of the Indian God
*****A feudal Lord of Ancient state Vidarbh of India
******Pandharpur name of the town where there is famous temple of the Lord 
Honorable mention
Contest: The ottowa Rima by Jared Pickett

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010

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The Covering Mist

The moon gave silent shadows to our form
As we lay beneath its splayed softer light
The time spent is instinctual and warm
As mist from the lake engulfs us from sight
The depth of suspended droplets transform
And roll across us in sheltered delight
To be covered by moisture's misty air
Leaves a mystery,no trace of us there

Contest Through The Mist
Frederic Parker

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Fall brings New Love

Welcome in the Fall of life Spring enters

Loves emptied heart replenished with his touch

I become his Muse and he is my center

Lips burning passion captured in his clutch

Shared breath nothing compares to this splendor

Two bodies align in time they are flush

Worn hearts beating young with exhilaration

Once again falling into loves temptation

Contest: New Love
Sponsored by, Jarred Pickett 
Ottava rima

Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2010

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Your blue cloak sprawled across the village greens	
As you seduce my cheeks with your wet kiss			
Soon your cold damp limbs reach inside my jeans		
Alluring me beyond your veiled abyss				
I thrust ahead to peer behind your screens			
Revealing secrets brim with joyous bliss			
As pale yellow light turns on its brightness			
Your skirt lifts baring earth’s tender lightness		

Penned by: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 19.09.14
Contest: Best of 2014
Sponsor: Carol Eastman

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2014

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Twilight Song

Long shaded walks neath gilded canopies,
as Autumn’s twilight song proclaimed the cold
with words from lips of russet, aired with ease,
entwined with brittle leaves of bronze and gold
in muted tones; a whisper on a breeze,
that breathed of sun-kissed hands she used to hold;
of how an arctic moon upon her crept,
dissolving thoughts of Summer as she slept.

The wind did paint in pearl encrusted hue,
o’er fading hint of fragrant amber glow
with jewelled tears of frosty morning dew; 
the pale sun all but chilled the earth below.
Of ashen light, a season born anew
brought wilderness and unrelenting snow
to smother hibernating Autumn spice;
entombed, with just her dreams, in lands of ice.

Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

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To ride the sea is a pleasure and a curse as huddle of gulls, starfish dart from nowhere enchanting frolic on breakers, they traverse into buoyant laps with crystal tides so rare. My arms swivel a distance while I immerse from deep lures of an islet, beyond compare; yet once, twice... roughest torrents did choke my lungs engulfed by coils of a dunk, into waves’ tongues. I awake on swamps of moss , hurt like trapped cord from a hillside , birds echo their fiercest drawl; reviving my anxious glides with crests adored for the terror -thrill of waters makes me stall. As the bashing of rapids drills more pain on board this dread, dread of drowning snuffs a night-breaths' pall... though I cringe, hurt again from a sail, outright, I’d rather face danger to unleash my fright. If it hurts so bad, why do we do it? Contest of Silent One -------------------- [11 syl lines per requirement of the form; 10 syls likewise acceptable] -------------------- 6/19/2016

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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A Highland Stream

A Highland Stream

She rises high above the glen, and flows
beneath a rustic bridge that man has made.
She passes stately pines in serried rows
all standing straight, like soldiers on parade
Then winding on through banks where heather grows
and purple mountain thyme abounds in shade
She meets her fate, a river running free
And joins its tumbling rush to greet the sea.

Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010

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Through the Mist

I grope through forest misted by my pain
Unearthly feel of gloom enshrouding me
Like wispy ghosts the memories a bane
Their hazy fingers keep from breaking free
Beclouded are my thoughts with foggy stain
Obscured is reason; gone is sanity
Unclear my way, for mist is laden thick
Your insubstantial love has left me sick

Eileen Manassian
For Nette’s Through the Mist Contest
August 24, 2014

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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All wrapped up like a newborn perfect and new
I look at you with a blank slate, I'm in love
Is there anything that I can give you
Please handle me with the softest kid gloves.
When I start to unwrap and you can see
My imperfections like the moon lit with love
Do not run, do not hide, just sing  out loud
Then reach out to consume me and hold proud

Copyright © kristen bruni | Year Posted 2011

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What icy wind has brought this darkened day
it hearkens to the depth of it's bowel
from this day hence,until the month of May
like the lonely wolf mates, deep throaty howl
to breathe is almost like a winter fray
as so dost the Arctic Polar Bear scowl
My heart yearns for the budding in April
Thus will quell this winters foreboding shrill

Tough style!

Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2009

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Reducing Knowledge

Insisting one might was well be dead
Feasting upon dark emotional words
This is how the young have been led
Magnetic this compass for the birds
Signal sent be that of infrared 
Drawing them all in by the herds
This be part of their pseudoscience 
By misusing the cognitive science

Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2016