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ADIEU UNTIL I SEE YOU IN HEAVEN - EMOTIVE WRITE

I know your spirit is finally free 
when I scattered your ashes yesterday 
Cancer has taken you away from me 
solitude is now the price I must pay 

When I scattered your ashes yesterday 
I said adieu to the love of my life 
Solitude is now the price I must pay 
I’m now a widow, no longer a wife 

I said adieu to the love of my life 
I look to heaven and I question why 
I’m left a widow, no longer a wife 
as seagulls circle in bright azure sky 

I look to heaven and I question why 
cancer has taken you away from me 
As seagulls circle in bright azure sky 
I know your spirit is finally free 


New Poems Only Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet

16 lines, 10 syllables per line

FICTION POEM WRITTEN FOR CONTEST

4/12/18

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Hey Jude - Dedicated to Winged Warrior

Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be.
You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be.
Love is a revolution it shall set you free.
Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby.

You've got a ticket to ride, go where you should be.
From Penny lane to Abbey road, you'll find the way.
Don't live a life of sorrow like Eleanor Rigby.
Don't be a nowhere man, forget about yesterday.

From Penny lane to Abbey road, you'll find the way.
Become a pilgrim of the long and winding road.
Don't be a nowhere man, forget about yesterday.
In a Norwegian wood, you'll find the secret code.

Become a pilgrim of the long and winding road,
but don't get lost in strawberry fields forever.
In a Norwegian wood, you'll find the secret code.
All you need is love, so trust the path you endeavour.

But don't get lost in strawberry fields forever,
I always get by with a little help from my friends.
All you need is love, so trust the path you endeavour,
in my life, I've seen heartache, but it always ends.

I always get by with a little help from my friends.
A day in the life of a broken soul, is full of fear.
In my life, I've seen heartache, but it always ends.
Sometimes whilst my guitar gently weeps, I shed a tear.

A day in the life of a broken soul, is full of fear.
After a hard days night the mind seems to go astray.
Sometimes whilst my guitar gently weeps, I shed a tear.
Yet I don't believe you've got to hide your love away.

After a hard days night the mind seems to go astray. 
Sometimes its difficult and you can't buy me love.
Yet I don't believe you've got to hide your love away.
In the end I feel fine, when healed from powers above.

Sometimes its difficult and you can't buy me love.
I'm saving all my loving for her eight days a week!
In the end I feel fine, when healed from powers above.
When soulmates come together, passions reach their peak.

I'm saving all my loving for her eight days a week!
You'll know when she loves you - you'll want to twist and shout!
When soulmates come together, passions reach their peak.
You'll see something in the way she moves, there's no doubt.

You'll know when she loves you - you'll want to twist and shout!
One glance and you'll be singing I wanna hold your hand.
You'll see something in the way she moves, there's no doubt.
Help the caterpillar to leave its cocoon- just as planned.

One glance and you'll be singing I wanna hold your hand.
Love is a revolution it shall set you free
Help the caterpillar to leave its cocoon- just as planned.
Hey Jude, love is like a butterfly - just let it be

The Silent One
29 October 2017

A pantoum containing 29 titles from songs produced by the Beatles.

Hey Jude (1968)
Let It Be (1970)
Ticket to Ride (1965)
Revolution (1968
Eleanor Rigby (1966)
Penny Lane (1967)
Abbey Road (1969)
Yesterday (1965)
Nowhere man (1965)
The long and winding road
Norwegian Wood (1965)
Strawberry Fields Forever (1967)
All you need is love (1967)
With a little help from my friends (1967)
In My Life (1965)
While My Guitar Gently Weeps (1968)
A Day in the Life (1967)
A hard days night (1964)
You've got to hide your love away (1965)
Can't buy me love (1964)
I Feel Fine (1964)
All my loving (1963)
Eight days a week (1964)
Come together (1969)
Twist and shout (1963)
She Loves You (1963)
Something in the way she moves (1969)
I Want to Hold Your Hand (1963)
Help! (1965)

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Endless chorus of tears - Diana Ross tribute

Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears,
jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love.
What was once endless love was now songs full of fears.
Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove.

Jilted she hoped he would stop in the name of love,
pleaded you are my everything, remember me.
Her baby love left her lost like a lonesome dove,
suffering from crushed love hangover agony.

Pleaded you are my everything, remember me,
will a time come when you tell me that you love me?.
Suffering from crushed love hangover agony,
cried out it's my turn now to drift into the sea.

Will a time come when you tell me that you love me?.
asked do you know where your going to with my heart?
Cried out it's my turn now to drift into the sea,
hoping for this good morning heartache to depart.

Asked do you know where your going to with my heart?
Who will touch me in the morning so tenderly?
Hoping for this good morning heartache to depart,
wished one shining moment would save her destiny.

Who will touch me in the morning so tenderly?
Told him I'm still waiting and will all of my life.
Wished one shining moment would save her destiny,
but his reflections only caused her further strife.

Told him I'm still waiting and will all of my life,
ain't no mountain high enough for love's surrender,
but his reflections only caused her further strife,
said I'm coming out, tired of being a pretender.

Ain't no mountain high enough for love's surrender.
Chain reaction of truth hurts, increasing the strain.
Said I'm coming out, tired of being a pretender,
she burnt her old piano, to stop bleeding pain.

Chain reaction of truth hurts, increasing the strain.
What was once endless love was now songs full of fears.
She burnt her old piano, to stop bleeding pain.
Her life turned upside down, endless chorus of tears.

Silent One
31 March 2018

Challenged by Mike Gentile to write a pantoum with song titles by Diana Ross.

This is a pantoum uses 21 song titles by Diana Ross. Song titles are listed below and highlighted in bold in the poem.
The poem has 12 syllables and rhymes, which are not pantoum requirements, but increases the challenge.

Ain't no mountain high enough
Endless love
Baby love
stop in the name of love
I'm still waiting
Do you know where you're going to
I'm coming out
Touch me in the morning
My old piano
It's my turn
When you tell me that you love me
good morning heartache
chain reaction
reflections
remember me
surrender
all of my life
you are everything
love hangover
upside down
one shining moment

The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA

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He Was My Sun

He was my sun, my one and only son,
attired as a cowboy for the day. 
And so I handed him a little gun
of fastened random sticks, for him to shoot and play.

Attired as a cowboy for the day
he searched for foes (with bows and arrows made
of fastened random sticks for them) to shoot, and play        
the part of ‘Injuns’ in a mock charade.

He searched for foes (with bows and arrows made)
well written in his story books before he left for school.
The parts of ‘Injuns’ in a mock charade
were tainted with a crimson war paint, oh so cruel.

Well writ in history books before he left from school,
the tales (retold of victories that we’d won)
were tainted with a crimson war paint, oh so cruel.
The flow of paint was not to staunch when once begun.

From tales retold of victories that we’d won,
he learned to fight for God and country glory, though
the flow of pain, ’twas not to staunch when once begun
and bane to both sides (as he’d later come to know).

He learned to fight for God and country glory, though
the wounds of war were kept unseen (while nigh) 
and bane to both sides (as we’d later come to know);
but still he stuffed a duffel bag with several things of youth, then said goodbye.

The wounds of war were kept unseen. While nigh,
the hours boomed, the clock struck 12 at last, his time to leave.
But, still, he stuffed a duffel bag with several things of youth, then said goodbye
to those who’d stay and even those who wouldn’t grieve.

The hours boomed, the clock struck 12 - alas, his time to leave.
They sent back body bags they’d stuffed with severed things of those who’d died
to those who’d stayed. And even those who wouldn’t grieve
with tears were stiff and masked like wooden boxes meant to hide.

They sent back body bags they’d stuffed with severed things of those who’d died;
his boots hung loose, one camouflaged in mud.
With tears, the stiff were masked in wooden boxes meant to hide
our children from the spilling of their blood.

His boots hung loose, one camouflaged in mud;
they said they’d needed him to help defend
our children from the spilling of their blood.
But can they ever see or really comprehend?

They said they’d needed him to help defend,
and so they handed him a little gun.
But can they ever see or really comprehend?
He was my sun, my one and only son.

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Midnight In The Library

Around midnight, in the library I found myself drawn,
to these shelves haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
as a rare, late October storm brews beyond the pane,
bringing life back to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker.

To these shelves, haunted still by Poe, Stevenson and King,
my fingers grasp a book from under the dust and webs,
bringing life back, to the creatures of Shelley and Stoker,
it's well-worn, leather spine just waiting to chill my own.

My fingers grasp a book, from under the dust and webs,
while autumn winds rustle leaves like crisp, yellowed paper,
it's well-worn leather spine, just waiting, to chill my own,
my head, sinking further back into the velvet-lined chair.

While autumn winds rustle, leaves like crisp, yellowed paper,
candlelight flickers dimly across the tattered old pages,
my head sinking further, back into the velvet-lined chair,
where the ghosts of Irving and Dickens will not let me sleep.

Candlelight flickers dimly, across the tattered, old pages,
I, unable to recline, with the shadows thrown by the fire,
where the ghosts, of Irving and Dickens, will not let me sleep,
residents of the dark welcome, and wait to be revisited.

I, unable to recline with the shadows, thrown by the fire,
as a rare, late October storm brews, beyond the pane,
residents of the dark, welcome and wait, to be revisited,
around midnight, in the library, I found myself... drawn.

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Summer Wind of Sea

Bless me with the magic you possess,
wafting balm of coolness through the air.
Summer wind of sea, erase my stress
as I languish beachside in this chair.

Wafting balm of coolness through the air,
soothe my mind and breathe sweet peace to me.
As I languish beachside in this chair,
whisper in my ear . . . tranquility.

Soothe my mind and breathe sweet peace to me.
Fan my sun-drenched face, oh, gentle breeze.
Whisper in my ear. . . tranquility.
Do refresh! I’m feeling so at ease.

Fan my sun-drenched face, oh, gentle breeze.
Summer wind of sea, erase my stress.
Do refresh! I’m feeling so at ease.
Bless me with the magic you possess!


By Andrea Dietrich
Motif:  Nature

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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

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Indian Summer Eyes

Indian summer lies within your autumn hazel eyes,
my velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost;
love lingers in bereft fingers, I stroke your face in guise,
once lustrous, amaranthine heart lies bleeding in exhaust.

My velvet bloom vibrant now lost after your killing frost,
your chill withered russet my enchanted efflorescence;
once lustrous, amaranthine heart lies bleeding in exhaust,
as you disperse in scarlet moonlighting vaporescence.

Your chill, withered russet my enchanted efflorescence,
blue breath exhaled... my cooling mood still hangs in our mid-air;
as you disperse in scarlet moonlighting vaporescence,
your affair concupiscent more than my bemoan can bear.

Blue... breath exhaled, my cooling mood still hangs in our mid-air,
my harvested heart-ache, my heart-break, my heart-feeling weep~
your affair concupiscent more than my bemoan can bear,
into all my tomorrows tears of my sorrow shall seep.

My harvested heart-ache, my heart-break, my heart-feeling weep,
amaranth once fertile, frost-bitten, fading everyday;
into all my tomorrows, tears of my sorrow shall seep
despite your warmth, light of day and hoarfrost melting display.

Amaranth once fertile, frost-bitten!  Fading everyday,
love lingers in bereft fingers.  I stroke your face in guise;
despite your warmth, light of day and hoarfrost melting display,
Indian summer - lies! - within your autumn hazel eyes.



Susan Ashley
October 8, 2017

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~ 3rd Place~

Contest: Mid October Premiere 
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Submitted: October 10, 2017

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Contest: Write Me A Pantoum
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

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No More Worries For Tomorrow


Whatever tomorrow may bring,
Today is in my hands, 
My God has thus far made me sing,
He'll lead me through time's sands.

Today is in my hands,
I can use it for God's glory, 
He'll lead me through time's sands,
He's the writer of my story.

I can use it for God's glory,
Before I turn to dust, 
He's the writer of my story,
My Master whom I trust. 

Before I turn to dust, 
Each grand new day I'll live for Him,
My Master whom I trust,
His leading Light shall ne'er grow dim,

Each grand new day I'll live for Him,
No matter what happens,
His leading Light shall ne'er grow dim,
He's my Rock and Defence. 

No matter what happens,
My God has thus far made me sing,
He's my Rock and Defence,
Whatever tomorrow may bring.



06/22/17

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For Only A Moment

Did it have to last for only a moment,
our love withered before the flowers you sent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a relationship so newfound and innocent.

Our love withered before the flowers you sent,
your early departure I could not prevent,
a relationship so newfound and innocent,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent.

Your early departure I could not prevent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent,
did it have to last for only a moment.

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Wayward Child

Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now, alone bereft.

Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left:
beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide;
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now alone, bereft.
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside.

Beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide,
we conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief.

We conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. 
In cold or torrid waves, spent passion now abides,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief,
ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide.

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Heavenly Kiss

You flew to me from beyond the clouds
Sent to soothe my troubled heart
I felt the warmth of your kiss on my forehead 
In that moment my sadness blew away

Sent to soothe my troubled heart
You looked deep within my very soul
In that moment my sadness blew away
With your help I escaped the gray

You looked deep within my very soul
A breath of light into the darkness
With your help I escaped the gray
Your angel eyes looked into mine

A breath of light into the darkness
So much comfort yet no words spoken
Your angel eyes looked into mine
For me a glimpse of heaven's glory

So much comfort yet no words spoken
I felt the warmth of your kiss on my forehead
For me a glimpse of heaven's glory
You flew to me from beyond the clouds

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Take Me Back

Faded photographs; a sentimental knick knack;
a much loved movie from  so many years ago.
The times I chance on things like these, it takes me back.
The person that I used to be, I hardly know.

A much loved movie from so many years ago -
so out of style today, not like it used to seem.
The person that I used to be, I hardly know.
Time brought me swiftly to the Now.  It seems a dream.

So out of style today, not like it used to seem -
that saved old pair of jeans; that certain special song.
Time brought me swiftly to the Now. It seems a dream,
I grow unsure if in this new world I belong.

That saved old pair of jeans; that certain special song;
the times I chance on things like these, they take me back.
I grow unsure if in this new world I belong.
Faded photographs; a sentimental knick knack!


Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Back to Back" Contest

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My Crazy Dream

My crazy dream is to begin again
back when I ran breathless in fields of green,
enchanted and well past the age of ten,
yet back when my slate of life was still quite clean.

Back when I ran breathless in fields of green,
a woman child, and not so innocent,
yet back when my life’s slate was still quite clean,
crazier I’d be, never hesitant!

A woman child, and not so innocent,
sweeter than fiction I’d make each romance.
Crazier I’d be, never hesitant.
I’d jump then fall, and always I would dance.

Sweeter than fiction I’d make each romance.
My Superman I‘d know this time around!
I’d jump then fall, and always I would dance.
Much smarter now, I’d still be safe and sound.

My superman I’d know this time around.
At men more treacherous I now would scoff.
Much smarter now, I would be safe and sound,
and every woe - I’d simply shake it off!

At men more treacherous I now would scoff.
The lucky one, I’d see life through new eyes,
And every woe - I’d simply shake it off.
Inside my wildest dreams, I could be wise.

The lucky one, I’d see life through new eyes.
Everything has changed. I want to be
inside my wildest dreams! I could be wise -
yet back when starlight still shone bright for me!

Everything has changed. I want to be
enchanted and well past the age of ten,
yet back when starlight still shone bright for me.
My crazy dream is to begin again!

Written May 30, 2016 for the Musical Pantoum Contest of Silent One

At least one Taylor Swift song title used per line and verse (each line is repeated)

L1 V1 and L4 V8: Begin Again
L2 V1 and L1 V2: Breathless
L3 V1 and L2 V8:  Enchanted
L4 V1 and L3 V2:  Clean
L2 V2 and L1 V3: Innocent
L4 V2 and L3 V3: Crazier
L2 V3 and L1 V4: Sweeter than Fiction
L4 V3 and L3 V4: Jump Then Fall
L2 V4 and L1 V5: Superman
L4 V4 and L3 V5: Safe and Sound
L2 V5 and L1 V6: Treacherous
L4 V5 and L3 V6: Shake It Off
L2 V6 and L1 V7: The Lucky One
L4 V6 and L3 V7: Wildest Dreams
L2 V7 and L1 V8: Everything Has Changed
L4 V7 and L3 V8: Starlight

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You are in my blood

If I bleed will that be enough for you?
I am willing to place my heart on the floor.
To be crushed beneath your stilettoed heel!
For this heart is of no use without your love.

I'm willing to place my heart on the floor,
so that you can discover my truth inside.
For this heart is of no use without your love.
Please pick up my heart with delicate hands

So that you can discover the truth inside,
I will no longer hide anything from you!
Please pick up my heart with delicate hands?
Within my blood is the essence of you.

I will no longer hide anything from you.
Today and tommorow bleed from yesterday.
Within my blood is the essence of you!
Dreams dreamt on our seemingly endless nights...

Today and tomorrow bleed from yesterday,
to be crushed beneath your stilettoed heel.
Dreams dreamt on our seemingly endless nights...
If I bleed will that be enough for you?

For Anthony Slausen's "In Your Blood Contest"

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The Blue Rose

Blue velvet was the rose gifted my heart.
Poet was he and blue the blood from his thorn,
a rose as blue as the summer skies
a rose as blue as his ice blue eyes.

Poet was he and blue the blood from his thorn.
So gifted was he with the blue roses form.
a rose as blue as his ice blue eyes,
with thorns as sharp as his beguiling lies.

So gifted was he with the blue roses form
a rose as blue as the summer skies
with thorns as sharp as his beguiling lies.
Blue velvet was the rose gifted my heart.

Best Pantoum Poems | Poetry

The Best Pantoum Poems

Sun shines on the righteous

MAGICAL MOONLIGHT - A PANTOUM

ADIEU UNTIL I SEE YOU IN HEAVEN - EMOTIVE WRITE

White Cane

Night - A Pantoum Lullaby

Changing Sky

Starlit Diva

Winter's Garden

A Marriage of Seasons

Night Silence

Hey Jude - Dedicated to Winged Warrior

Endless chorus of tears - Diana Ross tribute

He Was My Sun

Midnight In The Library

Summer Wind of Sea

This song, it is for you

Indian Summer Eyes

No More Worries For Tomorrow

For Only A Moment

Wayward Child

Heavenly Kiss

Take Me Back

My Crazy Dream

You are in my blood

The Blue Rose