Two have a secret , of touchy and feel
Hearing about it, and how it was surreal
Two people who spent grown up time
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb
Telling the Raven, she's afraid it won't last
Saying don't worrry, dont live in the past
Strangers became friends, in a grown way
Will it now continue , or just be for that day
Telling the Raven , no lover could compare
And no one needs know, of the sultry affair
Time continues as always, only time will tell
As it did then igniting ,every last nerve cell
Said it was hours , well into that night
To wake and continue, again was just right
Stories told the Raven, had me even blush
And their secret is safe, the Raven says hush
Safe it will remain , but I just had to write
What i as the Raven had seen, while in flight
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2017
I BUTTON THE SHUTTERS HIGH AND LOW,
AS HIGH STRONG WINDS BEGIN TO BLOW.
A NIGHT OF TERROR BEFORE MY EYES,
AS DARK GRAY CLOUDS HAVE FILLED THE SKIES
I MAKE READY THE FIREPLACE TO PROVIDE SOME HEAT.
TO WARM THE HOUSE AND MY FEET.
I TAKE TO MY CHAIR WITH AN UNCORKED BRANDY.
MY RAINCOAT AND BOOTS STAND BY HANDY.
LIGHTNING STRIKES AS THE CLOCK STRIKES TEN.
A NIGHT OF HORROR HAS YET TO END.
I READ MY NOVEL TO PASS THE NIGHT.
THIS STORM SHOULD SUBSIDE BY MORNING LIGHT.
POURING RAIN KNOCKS AT THE DOOR.
A DRAFT CREEPS IN AROUND THE FLOOR.
FULL FIERCE WINDS NOW PREVAIL
AND BRING WITH THEM BALLS OF HAIL.
SWIRLING WINDS RIP THE SHUTTER FREE.
A DEADLY STORM IN PURSUIT OF ME.
THUNDEROUS ROARS COME AND GO.
A FULL MOON LIT WITH A STRANGE DARK GLOW.
HOWLING WINDS RATTLE THE GLASS.
ICE COLD RAINS WATER THE GRASS.
AT 4 AM I POUR A BRANDY.
I GRAB MY FLASHLIGHT I KEEP HANDY.
I CHECK THE HOUSE FOR SUDDEN LEAKS.
THIS WICKED STORM HAS REACHED IT'S PEAK.
OUTSIDE THE WINDOW A NICE SURPRISE.
ON THE HORIZON A NEW SUNRISE.
LIGHTS ARE OUT, THROUGHOUT THE TOWN.
CLEARING SKIES SEEM INBOUND.
THIS WICKED STORM LOOKS TO PASS.
BUT NOT BEFORE LEAVING A TREE ON MY GRASS.
ONE MORE BRANDY I SHALL POUR.
BEFORE I OPEN MY FRONT DOOR.
NOW THAT THE STORM HAS GONE AWAY.
I'LL ASSESS THE DAMAGE THROUGHOUT THE DAY.
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016
Trying to hide in conspicuous places
a night on the town in their false, plastic faces.
Sweetly they sweep through magnificent halls,
top-dollar galas and masquerade balls --
where always the wine is more bitter than sweet,
each girl wishing for love in her ruby-clad feet.
Perhaps scarecrows are thoughtful, and lions are brave,
and the tin-men know passion, such a boisterous parade
of hopeful young suitors, each waiting his chance
to find a young lady and win her last dance.
All tied up as prisoners with satin-silk chains
they listlessly dance as the hope from them drains.
A piano-man plinks only on the black keys:
pentatonic winds on a pentatonic breeze,
still not enough blowing to carry balloons
or to start raining houses from cyclic typhoons.
The evening draws on -- long beyond the moon’s rising,
a faint glinting of green from the city’s disguising
the envious looks in the eyes of the witches
and harsh threatening gales of the wind as it switches.
And no one is happy, none are finding their prize --
no one knows what they want, nor removes their disguise.
So the dancing is pointless, bravado is hollow
no wizardly magic can fix what will follow.
Shallow connections that lead nowhere, and quickly
the ballroom grows quiet, the witches grow prickly
the lions go fleeing, the scarecrows are clueless,
the tin-men don’t care, and that makes them the cruelest
For out in the public, among all the noise
some girls have gone missing -- and so have some boys
and in the dark shadows, all knew what occurred
but they whisper and gossip, and spread what they heard:
that it must have been mutual, it must be alright
they’re both grown adults, let’s not be so uptight.
And thus they all hide, in conspicuous places
enabling the culprits with false, plastic faces.
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2016
It started with a cup.
The cup turned into a bottle.
The bottle made an addiction.
Addiction morphed into violence.
Violence grew into destruction.
Destruction Destroyed reason.
The reason delivered abuse.
Copyright © Kennediey gray | Year Posted 2017
a man invisible
but for his wit
landed on my world
lightly it seemed
until he left
Copyright © PATRICIA CRESSWELL | Year Posted 2017
The last time I had seen this particular cousin of mine, I was still in college and he had a head full of hair. In between, there had been three funerals, two weddings and four births in our Trojan royalty of a family. I had been a university graduate for a year, and the prospect for a job, a decent one at that, had started to grow dimmer by the day. He asked, “Will you tutor my daughter?” “Yes!” I said. And we set out immediately. He, on his bike and I, on my motorcycle following him. We took a right turn at the famous landmark of the statue of demoness Putana, sitting on the grass with her bosom out and legs spread forward. He introduced me to his wife and daughter. Telling them to stand side by side, he told me, “She's only eleven, but look at her! Already equal in length and width to her mother, who is no delicate petal herself. Do you think you can teach her GK?”
The universe wasn't made with dissent. Plus, the chicken samosas were really delicious. I tried on a grin while the overachieving pre-teen bustled around the room showing me her accolades for painting, singing, studying. As I left he pointed at a tree, “Do you know what tree is that?”
“Bael?” I answered thoughtfully.
“Apple. That's an apple tree.”
“Oh! Does it bear fruits?”
“Not in this climate!” He laughed out loud.
Date: 30 / 11 / 2016
Contest: James Tate
Sponsor: Space Cadet
Copyright © Tamal Kundu | Year Posted 2016
May I dance with you now as ghosts ride by with the breeze,
and that old witch on her broom flies on by past the moon.
While big, black cats with green eyes stare at us from the trees,
we'll glide past jack-o-lanterns as we sway and we swoon.
This dark night sky is on fire with red moon's eerie glow;
silhouettes of the treetops and house roofs hug the sky
as the spirits surround us, in the darkness we know
we will dance, cheek to cheek, on this grand night, you and I.
Dance with me, come in closer as bats swirl all around;
all night creatures are watching as I hold you so tight.
While owls screech, my fangs pierce! I, Dracula, love the sound
of enjoying my blood feast this great Halloween night!
Yes! It is me, don't you see? Dance is done! I have won!
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Halloween Scare
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Rules: 13 lines, 13 syllables per line
169 syllables total checked with howmanysyllables.com
Contest: May I Dance With You
Sponsor: Galeo DS
Form: Anapestic Tetrameter
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
It was a homeless old man near a shoe store who fell asleep
He was so tired that nap turned to a sleep that was deep
A little boy walked passed with his mother and noticed that the old man had one shoe
He felt sad, “mother it’s something I just got to do!”
That little boy face was full of tears
His little heart grew big because he cared
He grabbed both of his mother’s hand and tightly grasped them leading her into prayer
After the short and quick prayer, “Mom I was just told to share.”
He had ten dollars from his allowances that he saved for weeks
His mother didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t even speak
Immediately he rushed in the shoe store and asked the clerk how much was that one black wing tip shoe
The clerk had a big smile and said it was thirty-two
Every customer and fellow employee gave money to make the little boy prayer come true
Instead of thirty-two dollars he now had sixty four
He quickly grabbed the shoe box and ran out the door
The little boy shook the old man out of his sleep and gave him the box
When the old man woke up his eyes was full of tears and he was shocked
Big crocodile tears rolled down his face
He grabbed the little boy and gave him the tightest embrace
The old man yelled, “This is the best gift yet!”
Some say the old man got up and danced until the sun set
Mark 12:30-31 (NIV) Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] There is no commandment greater than these.”
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2016
Like a royal parade,
they waddled across
the well traveled thoroughfare
teeming with autos crawling to a stop;
otherwise road rage reduced to admiration.
The regal drake held his head high—his eyes
piercing straight ahead—oblivious to the traffic.
The obeisance of his trailing brace
reflected a solemn reverence to their chief.
A mother hen shot an evil eye to a baby Donald
who quickly got back in step before exiting onto
the dew laden emerald grass—Glistering.
With the aura of a spa for creatures
bearing wings or fins or tails, as well as feet,
the pond awaited them—one by one
quacking with pleasure as they entered.
As we mounted our bikes
to continue our ride, auto horns
began to honk and obscene words
abated the serene ambiance.
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2017
are there no things
being aware of existence
look like this!
Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2016
My head is a monster my monster's a head
it's clawing and tearing my right mind to shreds
My heart is a devil, it fights just for hell
my lovesick affection is not doing well
My lungs are my prison, they keep me held in
they won't let me breath nor escape panic's din
My feet are my anchor, which should keep me from frowning
but anchors are not very helpful when drowning
Copyright © Anna Nomaly | Year Posted 2016
Son remember this gentle kiss can hide filthyness of feature events
As I converse to his innocence
Our time spent precious in a world reckless hectic dieses infected
Praying he receive the message knowing his faith is tested
Make sure your hearts protected this world leaves you breathless if you let it
Never forget it pops said it when you realize in due time we have street cries
Don't be suprised truth they undermine hide slide lies make sure your on point Jackson five
They penilize those crossing lines decide to open wide
Supply masses their plans of genocide that's why mysterious people die
Classified chemical envasion replacing brain stimulation Intensifies sensation stem cell occupations
Secret military stations nations at war destroying creation
This is what you facing lust chaseing digital information generation
Be aware of were trust you placing food you tasting
F.D.A gets away everyday putting unhealth on shelf increasing wealth
Make sure to obtain knowledge of self
Welcome to the new world hope this conversation helps peace
Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2017
They call this condition, September blind.
Secret eyes peek from silky autumn-brown.
On lifting wisps of wind, her scent does find --
A head adorned with thorny, lovelorn crown.
In the warming wet; in our blissful smiles;
On banana-bikes; on mossy-rock shores --
Our union dropped by circumstantial trials
That divide one love into distant doors.
In space-time loops I will search forever --
And, once again, until that plain I find.
From nebulous clouds to Heaven's lever.
I sense her ... so near -- but, I cannot bind!
In-between two 'verses she lives and dies.
How does one cross those parallel skies?
September 1, 2016
English Sonnet 3 - Poetry Contest
Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016
over well- worn tar
palpable loss pushes
a sable brush
dunked in dread
a furious deluge
blackens every inch
of familiar landscape
the still static blue horizon
making a meal
of unborn dreams
slaked only by
haul hope north
on strange soil
still dark hours
Copyright © April Johnson | Year Posted 2016
Gone is the time to fear any omen
bubbling like a city of fine women
fate never assumes
as bad luck so fumes
the hour has come as life says amen.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017
With the rays of the sun I'll make her crown
With the fabric of space I'll make her gown
With the rings of Saturn I'll make her throne
With the universe for her stage may her reign
Long live the queen.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Copyright © Keith Baucum | Year Posted 2017
Hans and Liam caught in the depths of winter Hans is succumbing cold to the center He is sharpening his death spades Do you see the frost giant slowly coming for me He will cut me asunder with his blades They're snow drifts a grove with icicles in the trees I see an army of icy dwarfs all sparkling eyed Silver blue and fire they breathe I must disrobe before I burn inside It is the moonlit snow a cold fog beneath The snow queen has sent her stinging bees Her wintery eyes are set on me they do glow gold There is hope brother there is fire beyond the freeze and it is only flakes in the wind and not death’s cold
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
Have you ever heard tales of the weirdest things
Autumn leaves that fall in the midst of Spring
creepy two-headed toads
cats who sit on a commode
Devilish people pretending to have angel wings
Dogs that bark but sound more like mewing cats
In bright sunlight flying, a flock of Vampire bats
How many can you name
It's just a guessing game
Some things in life are so bizarre and that's that
written by Lin Lane
I wrote about saying goodbye
Some rejoiced, yet others did cry
It got poem of the day
Did it deserve it – no way!
I’ll be quiet when I say bye bye
written by Jan Allison
A rat getting burned for a slice of cheese
one legged dancer doing a striptease
the absurd, the aloof
snakes crawling on a roof
penthouse living with someone else's keys
written by Tim Smith
I'm not allowed to pet the cat
when I do he has a spat
leaving a mess
He puts it all on the mat
written by Russell Sivey
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017
Beware the dawn of bitter light
Breaking bows of arcing flight
Casting sails full of schemes
Drifting, fading, lucid screams
Beware the myriad of twirling hues
Miles away from waking ruse
A brazen thief of peaceful bliss
Plunder, pillage, a devil’s kiss
Beware the day of hollow woes
Waning moonlight ivory doze
Longing for a wink of sleep
Touching, holding, you I keep
The fear of day, it haunts me so
For morrow comes and dreams must go
Copyright © Andreanna Escamilla | Year Posted 2017
Perfect time of Day,
Where emotions that have haunted me in Sleep have somehow stilled at bay.
My Hand once covered in rust,
Now have particles falling as I write in a rush....
Thoughts and words alike all in a rush.
My pen can hardly seem to keep up,
As this unexplainable substance fills my once empty cup
I feel as though I could write till my hand surrender's in pure discomfort
As I fully submerge into this feeling...... Feeling of never ending fulfillment
Nothing is like the release of a poetess,
As she fully succumbs to the pent up emotions -thoughts that have until now left her restless.
Copyright © Ettie Christian | Year Posted 2016
I once shocked you
by my Queen Maud Fromage poem,
remembering a time
when the good Queen Maud
choked on the heavy stuff.
Her courtiers were
about her suddenly,
and Queen Maud was
thumped on royal back
Thoroughly, yes thoroughly...
I have it on good report.
A doctor would not lie to me
about Queen Maud, now,
would he so?
The event put Queen off
the cheese for life
and she forbade it in the larder
or else her staff
Contest - Give Me Your Best James Tate
Sponsor - Space Cadet
4th place win
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2016
Powdery white, puffy cotton candy mountain clouds.
Blue watery blue skies a mile high.
Birds dancing by.
Sun sparkling, glistening beaming bright;
Luminous radiant light.
That is what the first heaven is like!
Copyright © Ronald A. Williams | Year Posted 2017
The canopy of leaves
sieves the morning sunlight into beams
as if from an opaque, porous sky,
laying bright polka dots on the forest floor.
The hiker slaloms around the shafts of light as he goes,
crosses an imaginary finish line,
arms raised in mock triumph,
unaware he has finished last behind a field of
resident elves, gnomes and fairies
racing him unseen.
[“Komorebi” is a Japanese word meaning the
sunlight filtering through tree leaves.]
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2017
A melancholic trance,
For the sick lovers' dance,
As they laugh at the pain and the madness array,
Alive through the fire and the ice deep inside them,
A waltz like no other, sombre tone spits like colour,
Giddy from the bliss, their anguish is amiss as they
Parade in the moonlight and wind,
The night comes to nigh,
As the lovers say goodbye,
'Til the red moon rises once more
Copyright © R.G Harding | Year Posted 2017
Louise started walking through the hugh corn maze
the high hedges and turns the usual craze
occasionally she'd run into a dead end
but soon her labyrinth walk would be on the mend,
She felt like a detective looking for some clues
to help her get through and not be confused
using her gut feelings she felt she was almost free
astonished to find a hugh chunk of cheese.
Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2017