Long Collaboration Poems
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The crashing waves hit the bow, as we cut through waters deep.
Clasped in irons that cut the skin; forged in the fires that never sleep.
The desert was dry, the sun beat down, I am free as a bird
The breeze tickled through the oasis, near the camel herd
Now my love is fading, like the burnt embers of those flames.
I am now branded a thief and prisoner, amongst some other names.
The hate I felt for the whore that tried to give his love to me.
Was so strong I felt I could kill him, my love he will never see.
I stole for her a flower, a simple heart felt gift.
The perfume now a memory, on this prison galleon adrift.
I am traveling to my wedding, across the desert so hot and dry.
Perfumed flower petals along the way, by slaves are scattered awry.
Seven years the price for my gift of love it did gain.
Hard labour I endure, to avoid the leather cat pain.
My arms are full of bracelets, and pearls hang round my neck.
I never think of him, now shackled on that deck.
Her kisses sublime, a memory fading, the perfume of her skin and hair
The price is high but I will pay, I took her from him to be fair.
To think I could have kissed. him makes my skin fairly crawl.
But the plan worked well, for my new rich lover, it managed to enthrall.
Slaves to love, there is no choice, when our hearts lead us astray.
I stand here windswept and tear stained, with seven years to pay.
How dry my eyes now he has gone, freedom is beckoning me.
So easy it was to frame him, now he has seven years before he is free.
I stand in the wind, rope in hand, waves crashing all around.
My ankles are bleeding with the chains, and the cat makes a whistling sound.
I lay on cushions with rings on my fingers the slaves are fanning me.
My wrists are bathed in rose oil, and kissed perpetually.
My love is strong, my heart is given, and I know I will endure.
My love will wait for me, my beauty, my life, my own sweet amour.
Thank goodness I kept my heart for me, and for me alone.
This thing called love is foolish, my heart it has never known.
In collaboration with Declan Fitzgerald who started the story off which made it easy to alternate my side of the story as a femme fatale between his couplets.
I watch the clouds turn to gray
And I listen for the rain
Then I hear the haunting melody you play
As it echoes with sad refrains
I often wonder why, you only play
that haunting melody on rainy days
What sad memory do you recall
When those raindrops fall
I wonder what you may have lost
that left behind a cold winter frost
As lightening bolts strike the mountains
The thunder and music seem to blend
I feel deep heartache as I listen, I grieve
Silently hoping you will find reprieve
From what has captured you within
For rain to wash away the haunting sin
But the storm brings no reprieve
And I hold on to the pain
The heartache does not leave
But comes down with the rain
As I know I will always hear
This haunting melody to my ears
That shakes my soul to the core
Standing all alone at your door
So I will join in, with you violin
For I know I'll always hear
The sad sounds of your strings
And on the piano I'll share
The sorrow the rain brings
Drenching my heart, because I care
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Acknowledgements:
My thanks and appreciation to Heidi for sharing her poetic voice
with me in this write. Great working with you Heidi.
I sit here and cry for all the lost
The victims of our world in conflict
The innocent should not pay the cost
These tears a coming horror predict
Mothers and children are blown away
The victims of a world in conflict
We talk yet we have nothing to say
Not understanding what's going on
Mothers and children are blown away
With blood spilled is the victory won
Survivors haunt ghost towns as they wait
Not understanding what's going on
We cannot leave the outcome to fate
Watching the destruction of the weak
Survivors haunt ghost towns as they wait
Rise from our silence it's time to speak
No longer looking the other way
Watching the destruction of the weak
The helpless do not know what to say
I sit here and cry for all the lost
No longer looking the other way
The innocent should not pay the cost
Richard Lamoureux and Eileen Ghali
For Shadow's Teamwork Contest
September 2, 2013
Alternating stanzas...starting and ending with Richard Lamoureux
The moon and the stars bide their time
Mute mimics in Mother Nature's mime
The sun shines brighter as they watch
Hoping their light will go up a notch
The woods look inviting, shaded and green
Birds twitter happily behind the scene
Animals prowl about in a hunter's game
Near the roaring river in a picturesque frame
Weeping willow waves in weary wistfulness
As shaggy shadows shift into shapelessness
The sun has set, now time has arrived
For the moon and the stars to get revived
They cast their glow on a sleepy world
Brightening the black blanketed dreamworld
10.18.2020
For "Collaboration with the Silent One" contest
Written by CayCay Jennings and Mark Woods
Tip-toeing to the music
Appealing turning flow
Pirouetting, fling quick
Perpetual lover’s glow
They’re moving
Grooving
Blood begins to flow.
Rhythmical growing sound
Creating trembling sway
Tunes make for yearning
Takes all their cares away
They’re sailing
Sharing
Ardors clear display.
Deliberate sensual stirring
Pulses summoned by the beat
Melody softly changing
Sustaining precious heat
They’re teasing
Breathing
Intense moves repeat.
Every note now flirting
Revealing passion strong
Building an intimate need
Blending want within the song
They’re burning
Aching
Senses are now gone.
Caressing gentle measure
Notes etch upon the flesh
Urging gently drives them
Want catches in each chest
They’re craving
Cresting
Dancing twosome mesh.
Ethereal gypsy queen, reader of the stars
Astrological genius, seeing much in yonder crystal ball
Gifted with clairvoyance, and the gift of prophecy,
Women of my dreams, keeper of the cosmos truth,
Someone who trusts just like me,
Who can stand in the shadow of your all-knowingness?
I dare to enter your tent, acutely aware of your gifts
And the possibility of a future with you.
But alas, I am the king’s son, and it is blasphemy to believe.
You catch my eye, and I am entranced,
Ready to follow you to death, my princess. No doubt.
Written 9-9-2020
Contest: Collaboration
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Carl Fraser
Oh Paint me a far away horizon
Across a tranquil azure sea,
Where sits a peaceful deserted island
Where no one lives but me
Free from prying eyes and greedy lies
Free from scars that never heal
Let me be free to just be me
Instead of someone who isn't real
To live out my days giving thanks and praise
To my creator in heaven above
And leave behind the noise of worldly toys
And just bask daily in his love
To be stripped of pain by the spirits rain
And washed until my robes are clean
For Ive had enough of my fellowman's company
And im disgusted by what Ive seen
So I will step into my painted horizon
Framed in a forever state of bliss
And I turn back only for a fading glimpse
As I blow the world a farewell kiss.
Laced by the seas we see, you beg for a life so far
Far from all I've dreamed of, tranquil and spirit rain
A once false painted paradise,
Bliss, a farewell kiss, drowned the old heartache
Not knowing where it's coming from
Yesterday, I woke up to a new skyline,
A horizon, formed by your eyes,
Across a tranquil azure sea
Far from all existing companies, you stood
In front of the ocean - your ocean!
Sailing on every calm side of the turquoise sea
Stripping back into the innocence you once were
A gentleman, caressing the oats in a peaceful state
The moon breaking your once trusted mind
The silence of heaven, healing every scar inside
Redemption is a secret we all beg for
It was always you, someone lost, misguided by love
Somebody, I once dreamed of. A dream lost out at sea
Calling out for me --- you chose to pray alone
Repelled by the world so cold, yet here I stand
Alone, on the other side of that farewell kiss
For you, I paint a faraway horizon of bliss (my friend)
Waiting and dreaming about you, In another lifetime
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Writing poetry can be therapeutic
It's fun
It's caring
It's inspirational
It's emotional
And when one writes from the heart
It spills effortlessly onto the page
Hoping to inspire and steal the hearts of poetry lovers
Because when poetry comes from the heart
It reaches the crescendo of its beauty
Sharing delicate rhymes with splendid
eloquence
Proving to all
That true beauty resides within the heart
The poet exhumes the deepest
of fantasies, love and adoration
Enticing the reader to taste the deliciousness of each word
It's a joy to write something that can put a smile in a poetry lover's heart
From my heart to your heart
Collaboration with Edward McCall
9-6-17
Taking a little time out... God bless soup friends and thank you all for your support and kindness, I am forever grateful! Smile :)
Lullabies through tear filled eyes
It's truly, love at first sight
The bond is forged and galvanized
To hold forever tight
Each time you needed a hand
She always had one free
From then on, when in demand
As soft as she needed to be
No sacrifice was too great
A patient answer to every, "why?"
That look when you came home late
When you didn't come home, she'd cry
As flowers begin to crumble
your eyes look tired and hands so frail
Breaks my heart to see you stumble
as tears fall with your skin so pale
No one can ever take your place
nor replace your angelic love
Your life is full of prestige grace
precious beauty like a white dove
Mum's sweet words flow like a fountain
such wisdom will always live on
Her love conquers the highest mountain
fills me with pride to be her son
July 4 2017
Collaboration By Daniel Turner and Silent One
An old Asian named Asheet Midrawz
Pooped himself; then discovered the cause
Eating too many plums
Gave poor Asheet the runs
His wife loves him despite all his flaws!
*Asheet is a genuine Christian name whilst the rest of the poem is fiction
BY JAN ALLISON
Asheet Midrawz had a problem for sure
When he couldn't open the toilet door
He let out a wail
His wife grabbed a pail
Been used for bleach now his rump is so sore
BY SEREN ROBERTS
Asheet I've heard has got the runs
Dripping down from his wretched buns
And his wife Pu Phlung
Of his troubles sung
A little ditty and some cracking puns
BY TIM SMITH
Asheet married when he was young
His beloved’s name is Pu Phlung
When they had male child
His grandparent’s went wild
As they christened the baby Dung
BY JAN ALLISON - INSPIRED BY TIM'S POEM!
Little boy Dung was a bit of a chunk
Made a kerplop when the vicar did dunk
Water all about
Poor Pu did shout
Because the whole congregation now stunk!
BY TIM SMITH
10-13-17