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I feel terribly sorry for Rodger
He developed a kink in his todger
It looked such a sight
when bent to the right
that his poor wife ran off with the lodger!
Submitted to Any poem (not for contest)
Sponsored by Broken Wings
1st January 2016
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I do not know?
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january fourth,
the day i became yours.
a day turns into a month,
and months become a year.
i feel like I’ve known you forever -
and yet I feel like we’ve just met.
how I fall in love with you
so much,
so hard,
so fast,
every single time I see you.
and every time I hear your voice
it sings me a melody
to which my heart finds the beat.
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Written January 25, 2015
The girl is broken
She wanted to be saved
And there's him;
Well mannered
A kind man
He was like an angel
Well dressed
A good man
He was like a prince
Well educated
A lover
He was like a poet
The girl is broken
She wanted to be saved
And there's him
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Did he saved the girl?
"No he's the reason why she's broken."
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You are my heart's home,
You are those reborn rays of light,
Even amidst darkness that roam.
You are the fragrant filled breath,
That my lungs intake
If you are a sin
I'd love to be a sinner,
To perpetrate this sin
And repeat this mistake.
You are my untamed desires,
Perfect present,
And priceless morrows,
For whom I'd strip
My instincts bare.
You are the blissful sparks
To my endless beginnings
You are my mindful obsession,
Bordered with heartfelt devotion.
From: India
Copyright ©: 2, January 2017
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January calling me;
It’s placing me on a frozen-plane;
Flying me to an icy place;
In my life, in my life;
Woo a woo oh and when I come down;
I’ll like on a blanket of snow;
And I’ll be already to go, go again ready to so I’ll be ready to go again;
January keeps calling me;
February and all seems so fine;
Until I have to use my mind;
And I won’t have to wait in the park;
And play with the other children at dark;
Woo a a woo oh and when I come down;
In my life, in my life;
January
Written words & arranged music by James E Lee
Produced & Arranged by the Corinthian©1972
From the short story play “12 Months of May”©
"written at North High School/Omaha Ne. 1971 Creative Writing class"
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Sonnet
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Plastic for garment hopeful Mc Guyver
Privileged upbringing Mum funded Uni
Drooping arms self described Survivor
Sends selfies working store security
Each week forgot which time we'd set to meet
Busy cuddling cat in his hoarders house
Box obstructed rooms, pet fur pile retreat
Expensive half hour at strip club aroused
Deep thought Duncan sombre long faced hellos
Told off at new job for being morose
Six year psychiatrist compiled his woes
Used a lot of glue trying to make clothes!
Fifty eight, next door mother truest friend
Asserts he's recognised among top ten
31st January
Duncan in denial
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The Vagabond Friend
He appears as if out of a mystic unseen wind
Adding sparkle and warmth to your life
His personality is intoxicating and charming
A breath of fresh air
Lifting your spirit above worldly strife
He's enchanting and captures your heart easily
You wonder how, without him, you ever got by
Then suddenly he's gone ..no explanation
Leaving you wondering why
He sails away silently into unchartered waters
Searching for what he himself is unsure
While you're left with only memories of his love and laughter
And an ache you've never known before
Still your adoration for him lasts forever
And your missing him will know no end
But you will never forget nor will you regret
The magic moments shared with your Vagabond Friend
by Joan Donnelly Ellis January 22, 2016 inspired by Joseph Tomkiell
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For I got to see a glimpse of you
I worship the holy spirit everyday to keep you near
An atheist bowing down to god
For the boon this spirit showered me with
Are you a miracle?
Are you an hallucination?
You taste like the bittersweet chocolate
Melting in my mouth
Yet so enticing and heavenly
You smell like the flowers of a dreamland
Arduous to find and impossible to forget
Remember how you grabbed my waist
And heard me breathe?
Darling, your hopes are my faith in you
If only Satan cursed love to turn into a sin
I'd choose to be your sinner
Look up to you like you were the divine being
Sacrifice all of me just to reside in you
I'd savour every bit of the love I get from you
Are you a drug or meditation?
Even if you are none will you please stay mine?
Be Mine poetry contest
4th of January, 2022
Regina McIntosh
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Quilled Nuances
W When the quills dip into dark inks,
O On parchments it unfolds the hearts,
N Nuancing with their pensive thoughts,
D Distilling the essences gathered over years,
E Easily flowing into words to reach out to ages,
R Revering the creation of the creator to eyes,
F Fantasied with the fanciful placement of words,
U Unveiling different images by blessed hands,
L Lovingly pouring the lords wine into our cups.
January 11, 2016
Contest: Wonderful Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
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By Laura Dee Battle
January 3, 2015
Match these lights to forgotten memories
Make the sea so carefully calm and hum along
The silence makes me itch away the misery
Be still, my dear, and speak the words you know are wrong
Don't think too much about the truth
It's been refracted in your looking glass
Can't you feel the deceiving voices from our youth?
Pass the trees and merrily decay the lessons you learned in class
School can't give you ways to finally be free
Under duress I stress your shining rebel soul
Make it loud enough to drown out your crystal clarity
Sleep tonight my dear, so we can find the morning light it stole
Come hide away with me in dreams you cannot see
But I can take you there where people never stare
In the place where we filter out the rapture of our memories
Survive the moment and live a single day free of despair
Tonight, tonight...
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Pressed into cavity, wardrobe holds captive
Constrained where space is a premium
Love lodged squashes logic, lungs ravaged
Quicksand scenarios draw a dreamer in
Denigrated to respondee in his spare time
Hung on railing to wear at convenience
Smiling nicely to speeches of a shared life
Passed opportunity pops my congenial
Friendliness strung with fun doesn't endear
Resists my charm like chalice poisoned
Realms kept seperate lest wretch interfere
Rationed portions bring a brief rejoicing
Abruptly leaves, impetus sprung immediate
Swum mosquitoes among murk spread
Sting truth beneath a furtive fable feeding it
Sore heart can't receipt his ebbing debt
Cement devoid of tears ceases to imprison
Desert sand manuevre accomplishes
Shatter of shackles farewell shadow limits
Dazzled escapee has copious oxygen
2nd January
Sacrifice won't suffice
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I do not know?
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Long ago at Christmas time.
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
And A poetry soup honourably mentioned poet
7th January 2017
Long ago at Christmas time.
It always use to snow.
We kids slid down hills on dustbin lids.
We really did you know.
Rich kids, well they had posh sledges.
Bought from the shops, you see.
But we went down them hills as fast as them.
On our dustbin lids did we!
Once I used a plastic bag.
It really did slide fast.
And I felt every blinking bump.
And had a real sore hand!
I used my hand as a brake.
Or in the book I would go.
As did some of those posh sledges!
They really did you know.
I wish it had snowed this Christmas.
I really do you know.
As now plastic bags are stronger.
They really are you know.
But sadly, there was no snow.
No posh sledge or plastic bag could I see.
And now we all have wheelie bins.
No dustbin lids have we.
We cannot destroy government property.
And remove the wheelie bin plastic lids.
Although if we could. I’m sure we would.
Slide down that hill merrily.
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There are women who feel a strong need
To nag men until their ears bleed
In a war of attrition
With relentless petition
Is a cruel way to make men concede
Men wish for a life of peace
But get nagged by a tongue that won't cease
Men will just say
It's the female DNA
That must out in its need for release
We can’t help it; we just HAVE to nag
Guess some folks would call us 'an old hag'
But men get on our nerves
When you paw at our curves
Men should give up and wave the white flag
We can suffer from bad PMT,
Become ogres that men want to flee
We scream and we shout
Say we’ll throw you out
But for some reason you wont let us be
Better by far, we should try this next time
It's effective and will prove sublime
By wearing earplugs
In each of our lugs
We'll be laughing whilst nagging - in mime
Laughing together will lighten our day
It's a tonic to chase our problems away
For a really big smile
Can last a long while
And we'll both get along better that way
24th January 2016-01-24
Collaboration by Jan Allison and Rob Bettridge
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Have I ever told you that
… as you lie next to me
I know that you are cheating
…I have seen both you and she
I heard you talking on your phone
You’d no idea that I was home
darling this
and
darling that
Your soup my dear ~ in that I spat
It made me sick it made me sad
But watching as you sipped your soup
you smiled at me and said “Not bad”
you even asked if there was more
I smirked behind that kitchen door
I wished I’d put that cockroach in
to give your lunch that extra crunch
Together forever both you and me
Your cheating heart I could not foresee
I thought our love was strong and deep
Till death us do part our vows we would keep
Though you had other plans it seems
You called her name out in your dreams
Did you know I loved you so
and will not be the one to go
So as you eat up every morsel
so flavoursome and
so unique
A pinch of this ~ A pinch of that
Braised in wine ~ slow cooked with herbs
A Rat’tat’touile for a cheating rat
have I ever told you that…
This poem is totally fictional but my muse was certainly running naked through those bullrushes, haha…
Written 1st November 2020
Contest: Have I ever told you that
Sponsor: John Lawless
2nd PLACE
16th January 2021
Contest Name COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(41)
Sponsor Brian Strand
8th Place
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If I had but one last sorrowful day of my life left,
there would be words I would say without delay.
Too long have I struggled, uncertain and bereft,
my tongue silent as though mired in a pit of clay.
Until now, I found myself sifting sand from my soul.
Now, willing to bare my heart's unavowed affection,
I must find the bravura to proclaim it and be bold,
and yet I find myself fearing your gentlest rejection.
Time warily squandered shall never be returned.
So, I'm seeking courage to reveal what I am feeling,
while hoping my sweet ardor shall not be spurned
nor the love for you that I have long been concealing.
Gleaming are stars hovering aloft in evening skies,
but if gathered together, never could they outshine
the luster I descry in the fulgent light in your eyes
when the beat of your heart and mine finally align.
When the pale moon rises to Heaven at zenith height,
its glorious beauty shall emerge from a lunar eclipse.
Not as seductively alluring to be with you on the night
when alas I shall feel a kiss from your sensuous lips.
Thereafter, sunlight shall yawn on the edge of dawn
but your love shall warm me more than his golden rays.
No greater fire is there to be compared with love born
by your searing touch that easily sets my heart ablaze.
If this is but a fantasy, I dare not lift tremulous eyes to see
the response to my avowal, if on your face it is defined.
I shall not bear the heartache if you turn away from me,
for then it would be a benediction, if my eyes were blind.
January 29, 2023
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Originally written in 2016
for a contest sponsored by John Hamilton
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He touched me last night
And ignited my spark
Lost in his kisses
we danced in the dark
The music played on
Song after song
Like nothing on earth
could ever go wrong
We spoke of the past
and our futures ahead
He tickled my spine
and threw me on the bed
Laughter in his eyes, I smiled
The air was full of static, and I had
never felt this way
Together we drew dreams and
promised lovely things
The world around us just felt so
quiet
Stars outside were bright
His hands began to wander..
It was nothing like a story in a
book
It was the making of a soulful song
all in his look
Just a touch in all the right places
is all it took
His seductive smile put me on a
hook
He spoke about his dreams
I spoke about mine
It all made sense
Even my muscles stopped being
tense
Because in as much as I didn’t
want the inevitable to happen
He was too perfect for me
He is too perfect for me
Thank God it never took time for
me to see
He was the one meant for me
I know right now, it’s with him I’m
meant to be
And then suddenly, I find myself
just feeling so free
..so dizzy from his charm and the
trance he has me in
The sparks fly on my body as his
hands move on my skin
This is a race that he is meant to
win
Loudly, my heart just hammers
inside
My bare chest is covered in the
tears he had cried
Our hands join to symbolize our
forever,
Through all of time by him I’ll
stand
This night shall last beyond the
now
He is my fate that God has
planned
The night lives forever
This night forever I will remember
All year round from January to
December
In a league of people with beautiful
moments I’ve just become a
member
I know his body and he knows
mine
Even without watches on our
wrists we both knew it was time
The lights were off but our bodies
produced the light
I knew where his lips were and he
knew where to find mine
Two halves now whole
Two bodies one soul
A part of each other we always
shall be
I live within him, he lives within me
…and in the background, the
music just plays on
Each moment is our forever,
Our love shall grow forever strong.
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