Best Whitens Poems

Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the water.
You are vastly more than this immaculate head I clasp tightly
like a cornucopia, every day, between my hands ...



My Dog...

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THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of tamed and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus softened with that tender hand
     which...

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lone twig stands upright
robins wag their tails to tweet
snow whitens the lea

1st Placement
Written 16/01/2022
Haiku 5,7,5 syllables
Winter Haiku contest
Tania Kitchin Sponsored...

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Where have all the seasons gone?
The seasons of long ago
When summers were filled with sunshine,
The winters white with snow.

We now get snow at Easter,
Blistering hot days in September
Jack Frost whitens the days of May
There’s rain and floods in December.

The seasons are all topsy-turvy
Not just here...

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Age whitens the hair and dye defeats the age...

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I am the sweet uplifting breeze
I am the grass that brushes knees
I am the swallows taking flight
I am the stars that shine each night
I am the water lapping clear
I am the startled look of deer
I am the earth we all live on
I am the one...

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I feel the serenity of the winds
It touches my bosom with love
The peaceful ambiance with men
Never hatred comes to their minds
Seeing the dancing leaves of trees
Reminded me of the sea currents
It is flowing while drifting the shores
The beaches whitens the horizon
With the music of nature
Plays...

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I need this translated into Czechoslovakian
so I can send the translation back to a
Czechoslovakian woman named Anna Moon.
This is my interpretation of an interpretation.
Jim Horn

And yet, when I saw his silhouette,

Was lost with silent darkness, I regret;

Like Moon in sky am pale but sound

With him...

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When the dappled earth whitens,
And the owl calls no more 
And all the hills are wet with dew
From summer's sizzling breath,

When Autumn meets the snow drifts
And the colored seasons drained
And the frosty air has nestled
Into nooks and niches,

Give ear towards the thrusting dawn
So I'll be...

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Ache
I shake
In the light
I break
My need
It feeds 
Cut
I bleed
Im caught 
It grips
I slip
I stare
it drips
so red
i bled
lost 
in my head
cant stop shaking 
cant stop moving
cant stop thinking
cant stop losing
cant stop the motion
back and forth
its my devotion
offering what im worth
there is no emotion
only this curse
it builds...

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At an old forgotten Oriental cemetery,
half buried in the soil emerges a decomposed skull.
-nothing unpleasant, by the by-
It looks like glass when the sun whitens it.

No nose, eyes, ears or mouth;
therefore no face, no mask.
It has nothing of its own except it's veil of mourn...

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French Version -

Demain, dès l'aube by Victor Hugo

Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans...

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Why Me Lord

And yet, when I saw his silhouette,
Was lost with silent darkness, I regret;
Like Moon in sky am pale but sound
With him wanted to get off the ground.

The figure in the dark did become lost
Moon with yellow was modestly embossed
And know my love for...

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Glass eye, opaque and quizzical,
staring up from the creel.
A question escapes as a squeak,
when picked up by the belly
and held firmly in one hand,
as the other hand inserts the knife at the
anus and slides it through the flesh to
between the gills.
No sound, no change of...

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IMAGE PHRASIS 1	
Over the stubble,carrion crows,mist
blankets the hedge with fading leaves
where berries rot below the bramble.
As darkness slowly descends a heavy
frost whitens the ground,the daises
hang limp and old and the cold kills.
Nature blinks and shrinks.the yellowed
grass sleeps the landscape cloaked in
a shroud.Spiders cluster in weathered
straw,yellow...

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