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Just a small girl, an innocent rose bud
lost in daydreams while she walked
home from school, for several blocks.
It was a fine, spring day in Berkeley
warm sun's rays peaked through leaves
amidst the trees, by sidewalk streets.
Her school bag in hand, preoccupied
"Don't step on a crack or on a line
keep to the spaces, and you'll be fine."
And so she played the sidewalk game
until a call was heard, from mother dear
across the street, her voice so clear.
Without a thought, she ran to meet
her mother, yet she was unaware
of a speeding car, out of nowhere.
The vehicle descended fast
upon the child, on that center divide
within a split second, she could die.
And then, a supernatural event
as forces, unforeseen, took place
a split second, she flew to the sidewalk, safe.
This little girl had turned, was lifted up
then gently placed, she had escaped
was gathered by angel's arms, embraced.
My mother saw it all, before her very eyes
her child, rescued, by a miracle that day
and I, that little girl, am grateful I was saved.
Written on 10/6/2015
For Divine Intervention Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
* This is a true account that happened to me when I was six years old
Inhale deeply the sweet aromas of the air
As you follow her religiously down the stair.
And when you enter her cave with true heart
You will never again want to part.
Close your eyes and see her more clearly
As your heart will pull her to you more dearly.
Reach out to her to take her by the hand
No words needed, for the dance is planned.
Her waist you gently touch as she takes her stance
Waiting for your lead, as you begin the dance.
Nonstop you whirl her around the floor
A couple gliding gracefully, enticing the other's step even more.
Walking back to a table where Champagne awaits
Remembering still, her gently swayed gaits.
Your glasses clink, your hearts pounding as both take a sip
A gasp of delight, thankful for the respite and this little nip.
Breathe again, Inhaling deeply.
written by: Dan Cwiak ` 1/8/16
For: Mystic Rose Collaboration Contest
Hold onto your spirit my old soul
my young nights floating in sky,
with black clouds moving to light stars
do war drums still pound against your sanity?
Signs of victory in labyrinths you'd found
but blazing sparks still burn your brown books,
with ghosts on roads of mourning nights
can you bury your doubts in dust again?
Hush! Your valiant shadow stands tonight
at crimson doors of agony from past in pain,
thorns born of wailing scars vanish gloriously
do blissful crystals wrap your sizzling grains?
Onyx hollows drooping your visions in black
brush your dancing chaos in topaz dusk,
numb raging coal shifts in hammocks of paranoia
can you find light through falls in snowstorm?
My old soul, your symphony of valour in halo
blooms in drizzling dark wisps of apathy,
sparkling buds in wings dripping at twilight,
fly along, your mind rains stars on this dawn.
July 14, 2020
A Lipogram poem without the letter 'E'
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
~Premiere Contest Winner:4th Place
The truth stood downcast in the lie,
and more than one that week would die
when someone’s wife, who feared great shame,
then gave an innocent the blame.
Her scapegoat was both young and shy.
The truth stood downcast in the lie.
Her lover beat her, so she said
it was the young shy man instead!
Her face was bruised. What could she say
to take her lover’s blame away?
The truth stood downcast in the lie.
The town took up a mob’s cruel cry!
The man accused was black of skin.
They lynched him for the woman’s sin.
The world looked on and asked not why
the truth stood downcast in the lie.
Written Aug. 3, 2016
for the Truth Stood Downcast in the Lie Poetry Contest of John Lawless
no one saw it,no one heard it
abyss of loneliness
the life ebbs - no doubt, bit by bit
no one should have to die alone
"please, see me dear sister"
in a bed at the nursing home
no one can hear her quiet voice
"can I borrow your hand"
heartbreakingly sad, but no choice
* * *
17.10.2020
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Writing Challenge - Tercets - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
2nd place in the contest
Fall... indeed a colorfully-blessed season
With life’s green succumbing to challenges
Midst fiery red trials of great lesson
Along wise purple instruction-charges
Toward bright yellow triumphant changes!
Autumn shades black tints of hardship blues’ stain
While hiding struggles due to brown angst-pain
To reveal glowing hope, pink love’s embrace
Thru magenta gleam marked with strong faith’s gain
Beyond orange radiant bliss for God’s praise!*
*Psalms 106:2 Who can utter the mighty acts of the LORD? who can shew forth all his praise?
September 18, 2018
3rd place, "YOUR CHOICE ... a SEASONAL...VERSE..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/1/2019.
time heals or so they say
gives the illusion of comforting
barely ~ it merely glosses over
at best of times dulls our suffering
we learn to live with pain
grin and bear the heartache
we befriend shadows in the dark
through the night that keep us awake
we manage to calm the beast
though it feeds on our broken heart
we manage somehow to coexist
so it doesn’t fully tear us apart
we understand that time can be our ally
if we learn to cope as best we can
we remember to not give up
so must get back on the caravan
we tolerate inevitable fluctuations
bravely ride the waves of emotion
we welcome nature’s cycles
connect with land and ocean
we embrace our role
within this universe sublime
as we invite peace within
and treasure the miracle of time
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on May 24, 2021 for contest TIME sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 5TH
and on January 16, 2026 for contest PEACE OR LACK OF PEACE sponsored by KAREN JONES - RANKED 1ST
Darling, your little lamb dressed naughtily in lace
lies here languishing endlessly on satin sheets,
with loosened locks spread upon a silken pillow case.
I sail into a day-dream land where I think of what I miss:
the ripple of your gentle laughter, the scintilla of your smile,
which send me to a lavender and lilac scented place of soulful bliss.
I imgaine your soft eyes, alluringly light blue,
your lashes that lightly brush my blushing face,
And your dulcet voice calling, “Let me make sweet love to you.”
Mesmermized by magic, I’m revolving with delight,
maddeningly loving you, I’m lilting. You’re my moon.
In your illumination, I am floating in your light.
Dreaming of your smooth lips moving marvelously on mine.
Like licking the meringue on lemon pie, so succulent.
My wine, my mint julip, the elixir I imbibe – you are sublime.
Here I am , your little lamb, yet dressed so naughtily.
Hurry, Darling, let me fall upon you and love you lusciously.
March 30, 2018
Now for PD's 'Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems)' Contest
Have you ever heard of the bird that wouldn’t fly?
This gray bird would just sit atop a tree branch
and sing. The sounds were very sweet and delicate.
Other birds would stop and sit along the trees to listen.
Who is that strange bird they would ask? Wonder where it came from? The musical sounds have not been heard this part of the country. Perhaps he came from foreign lands.
That plain gray bird would sit and sing so many different songs and he just wouldn’t fly away. It seemed as
If he was waiting for someone or something. He often lower
his head to look at the house below as if waiting for something to happen.
Summer came and went but the plain gray bird continued to sing his magical songs. And when Nature turned to Winter,
cold winds and freezing snow covered the plain gray bird. Yet he continued to warble louder than before.
Shivering and cold the bird just sit and continued his tunes. All the other birds had left for other parts of the world to get away from the winter storms.
When Spring arrived at last, all the other birds returned. And once again they heard the plain gray bird’s songs.
A door opened from the house below the trees
and a little girl came out and stood on the porch.
She had been very very sick and the doctors couldn’t
help her. Every time she felt like giving up, she would hear that plain bird’s songs and she would listen to the magical sounds and her heart would beat stronger. At last she was cured from her illness.
The plain gray bird saw the little girl and flew down and landed on the porch rail. There It sang all his enchanting songs. You see, this little bird knew the girl was very sick and he wanted her to get well.
Seeing she was once again herself, it flew away to have others hear his healing music.
The tunes were from the mockingbird. If you are ever in your garden in the morning, listen and perhaps you will hear sounds from many birds. If you see a small gray bird singing, you can be sure its the mockingbird striving to please you with his melodious tunes.
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A Fairy Tale For Children contest Sponsored by Eve Roper
January 28,2019
The self-obsessive free-will ever seemingly dormant,
envelopes the mind with an unreal veil transient,
obscures the ordained destination God decides,
l need to reach for I should at His will.
The unseen glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t perceive,
for I formulate the free-rule tenets enslaving the ego
in the realm of fantasized self-deception.
The stain of murky disdain blemishes the face,
I traverse the slimy ground of cardinal sin,
life is stifled by the corrupt clutch hidden within,
in repentance I feel the pernicious pangs of pain.
I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair,
on inward journey through layers of consciousness,
perceive in the soul the radiance of divine beacon,
illumining the corridor leading to the abode of bliss.
The ill-conceived venture of the errant mind
finds gloomy dead end in the introspection path,
that’s when the door of the inner sanctum opens,
where the lotus blooms suffused with divine light.
The soul shines with astral radiance in my deep space
with the flaring brilliance of thousand suns,
in my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
I discern the inner galaxy that turns me into a living light.
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March 16, 2022
Contest : Living Light
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
August 5, 2022
Contest : 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 11
Sponsored by : Mark Toney