Best Rolled Poems

wildfire grips highland
like rolled furnace
exploding sparklers on night air

glares of blazed ecstasy crackle
leaves wear soot
while trees cough ashen blasts 






For Debbie's Haiku Wannabees
by nette onclaud

Form: lune--5/3/5 WORDS perline...

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Oh yes, the college girls
come and go
speaking of Ani De Franco.
And yes, I too
measure out my days
with coffee spoons,
a hundred years later
and nothing has changed,
only the numbers of the dead
and the deranged
have increased exponentially
with deadly technology.
Like the Caesars of old
the power brokers of now
stamp out...

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"Rolled Oats" 

Age shall not weary
trolls counting strange fruit
golden apples rolled 

Lord Laden put to sleep 
on an alter Hippomenes
there Atalanta lights a candle

underneath the dry rot
Ovid’s oracle prophecy not far wrong
3 golden apples racing along

Hippomenes 
strange addiction was outshone
the race never to be won

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The calm before the storm opened up with fury with unnerving silence, filled the air with almost complete darkness.

A storm crept within, purely focused. It swelled up and draws through an angry filled breath. With a vicious voice, eased back, exploded once and for all...

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Seagulls,
waves,
seashells,
ocean swells,
distant boats,
rocky islands,
mist,
fog,
spray,
lighthouse,
end of land,
end of poem....

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Upon the highlands
Few have walked, except the brave
That seek a closer embrace
With the divine plan.
Like persian carpets
Evergreen spread at the feet
Of tall rugged physiques
Of guards against threats
Of unholy plights
That rape life by hands of greed
That ever their sheer majesty
That loves the sunlight
Captures the sweet mist
That...

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Thunder rolled across the sky
Like some great beast about to die,
Or the ancient god, now bestirred
By ancient thoughts and present words.

Fall arrived in her attire
Of earth, water, wind and fire.
But mostly fire, which spoke 
Of life and death and heat and smoke. 

As we walked...

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Oh my she has that look in her eye
Means something nasty is going to happen to me
Gives me a biscuit and tells me I’m  a good  girl
The fur on the back of my neck starts to  curl

Come along Tilly she said it’s...

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Something strange propel me out of my air bed this morning
It wasn't the stinking smell of pork burning in the oven
or the guy upstairs  jumping up and down the screechy stair way
Neither was it the unfamiliar smell of  dog poop in the passage
It...

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the conversations are rolled into the corners
stretching into a fifth dimension
perpendicular to all points
this is where i love you
curled back upon itself
unavailable to the eye
the physicist’s graven image
produced at energy levels
no longer on demand
counterfeited
lying useless on the floor
moments escaping
till you do
back into the visible spectrum
where...

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smiling from within the waters
compassionate
undertow
my faceless energy free from
physical form...

i make music with the universe
one verse after another...

my instrument (illuminated)
just so happens to be Caramelized Sunbows
spraying origami orchestrated laughter
like mint-chocolate confetti...

swaying so sweetly
merging with the insight
from the Great Pastel Owl
donning butterscotch blues
swirled in powder greygreens
he...

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One
Tear rolled
From curved corner
Of sadden eye
Light reflected grief
From well-darkened iris
Heavy lashes cast shadows
'Pon gloomy deepened pondering
Pupil that opens window of soul
Pain, agony,bleeding, crushed, marred, hurt heart

Sponsor: Linda-Marie
Contest:Poetic Art
Written by: Sara Kendrick...

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Scripture references
Matthew 27:62-28: 15
John 20: 7-9

Why did the angel roll the stone away?
        Not so Jesus could get out.
            He had already gone from man's tomb.
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the cloud’s rolled in all white and beautiful and then the wind blow the storm clouds in. The storm raged on and our faith was weakened , but there is a hand that guides us and watches over us. The cloud’s rolled in Jesus’ hands...

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Let me ask you, how does the poem change
when "dog" is addressed in the female gender?


              come now little "....."

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