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Premium Member Empty

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Down where the creamy white Magnolia blossoms are opened wide____
                    
                                 exposed to the rain, drizzle, cool damp air

Down where the spider's wide web woven betwix and between the Inkberry Holly and the veranda
 
                       The web is dotted

With dewdrops~ tiny diamonds waiting 'pon the sun so they can glisten

                            Down where 

The rain ran like a river flowing in the front yard
                          
                                              Down to the storm drain on to the creek

Corrigated storm drains
              
                which are filled with water to slowly drain away

                                                Evaporate
Like:

A drained heart ~ drained of all emotion, energy, and enthusiasm

                      A Heart
Who has poured out emotion, energy until, until the life force has drained away

The strong breeze has given the Vultures a way to soar.....

                                                High, Circling~~

Their flight of ease catching the currents__soar__

                                                                Look~~Search

Until they see a food source

                                    Hunger drives them~~~~

Hunger

                Drives one whose heart is drained ~drained needing to fill that empty space


                                with

                                                 What?

Sponsor: Broken Wings
Contest: Creative Layouts
Written this sixteenth day of August 2013


Premium Member A Trapped Butterfly

                                I went to a catholic school,
             was made to heed, conform and obey;
oh, those nuns could be so nasty and cruel. 
they even forced us to make up sins and pray.
                                I was trapped in a dark place,
a place where being CReAtiVe was a disgrace;
so I wore a mask of-   I am happy on my face,
      but, inside I was a butterfly just dying.
              Though, in time I broke free and was flying,
                               letting my artistry soar-  sighing;
writing poetry, yet still conforming to a rule,
               but when inspiration hits me I admit-  I stray.
      Imagination and inspiration I embrace,
             my past CoNForMiTy-   I am not denying;
                              so, why am I crying, crying, crying . . . 

______________________________
November 4, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/A Trapped Butterfly
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1082-696-04
All Rights Reserved, 2018,  Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, CReAtiVe CoNForMiTy
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 11/2018

Fifth Place
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Garden Diary

The moment winter softens into spring and all is melting, the first flower is the
white snowdrop poking through the snow, quickly followed by johnny-jump ups.
They are so cute and delicate in my patch of garden, they just pop up everywhere.
Here and there are bright patches of loveliness.

snowdrops touch my heart
jump ups where you least expect-
they say hello spring

And then come the drifts of bulbs planted in hopes last year.  The flocks of crocuses,
daffodils, and tulips all a pleasant mingling of color.  Some even grow on my lawn,
I blame the squirrels for that.  The whole garden is wild and dripping with flowers,
but just for awhile.  Those bulb beauties fade away as quickly as they came.

so fat and healthy
growing like musical notes-
so soon withering

Oh, the harmonious hues of summer, the painted daisies in their pretty dresses,
and the purple irises all fancy.  And near the back fence, the sweet yellow meadow
rue amongst the lace white lady's mantle.  Soon come the day lilies and the blue
phlox, and just beyond the fence a lilac tree brings lovely scents on the breeze.

such a pretty view
from my big kitchen window-
I look thoughtfully

Fall has come and the garden is beginning to fade.  It is a rough passage, cruel to
see the menacing weather confuse the flowers.  Oh, how they struggle to survive
the cold rain and frosty nights.  But the strong still bloom till the very end.
A single delicate rose is a gift to behold. And then the garden sleeps.

pushing the limits
each flower must fade in time-
garden memories

And under the snow the garden dreams. Beneath the earth it sleeps, as the winds
howl and drifts of snow cover everything white. They sleep.  And I also have dreams
for my garden.  I make plans for next year, for new flowers to plant among the old.
Winter is a time for dreaming, planning and wishing.

perhaps bell flowers
or maybe blue corn flowers-
oh shasta daisy

___________________________
October 29, 2015

Poetry/Haibun/Garden Diary
Copyright Protected, ID 15-721-996-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

For the contest, Creative Haibuns, sponsor, 
Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

Third Place
Form: Haibun

Premium Member An Autumn Farewell

Going out of his way, the obliging taxi driver drives to the top of the hill.
      A young man gets out, walks a short distance to a vantage point
                where his gaze falls upon the village down below, 
                the old cottages and farmhouses, sprawling fields,
                        winding lanes, and the clustered trees
                                where the stream skips by.

                                       an overcast sky
                                 scent of rain is in the air
                                     a lone robin chirps

                  His eyes roam slowly, taking in little details,
                       keen to save them in his mind, fresh,
             like the morning dew clinging to the swaying grass.

                                 the cool autumn breeze
                               ruffles hair and memories
                                     stirring emotions

                           Time is pressing. One last look.
                    Then he reluctantly goes back to the car.
            Soon, it’s speeding along the asphalted country road
              heading to the station where a steam train awaits.
                     A new chapter in life...The city beckons.

                                   sudden drops of rain
                                spatter on the hazy glass
                                    sad eyes turn misty


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Written: 15th November, 2015

Contest: Any Poem Written in 2015
Sponsor: Laura Loo (2016)
Placed 1st

Contest: Creative Haibuns (2015)
Sponsor: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Placed 4th
Form: Haibun

Premium Member Hopeful

Hopeful





            Whispers in the corridor heard louder and closer,
                 as security man asks relatives to leave,
             In recovery room post operative patients wait,
                 docs are on their way for morning round,
                many queries unanswered pop up in minds.

       
                            breathes freshness in air
                       a tender bird spreads its wings
                             squirrels hop around

               Mother is apprehensive to know about prognosis
               as her only child suffers cancer for last two years,
                     bubbly charm lost in deep ocean of pain,
                    if playful school days could be back again ?
                       teachers return with bagful complaints
                                    Of the naughtiest one.

                                      a bright new sunrise
                               buds in vibrant colours bloom
                                    shines the morning dew
  
                  Hope like a colourful feather floats in air to tempt
                   as they humbly pick and hand over to the mother,
                         her eyes twinkle, tears reflect the dazzle,
                       grateful to God for those kind healing hands,
                       He sent from heavens nourishing many souls.

                                       the perishing seeds
                                      saviours water in time 
                                         green revolution 

     
   
   
  
Written Nov 19th, 2015
For contest "Creative haibun"
By Charlotte Puddifoot 

Awarded 5th place win

Entered for Russell Sivey's contest
"Choose a topic" on Nov 15, 2017 
My chosen topic is C- hope
Form: Haibun


Premium Member Smoke

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           l * a *  z *  i * l * y
                 
 from the dying embers
   of a b-u-r-n-t-out romance

      outdated emotions
           wrapped in 
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                  th-
                        ar
                              -gy

  Will a b~r~ee~z~e come
              to fan it
           back to life?

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Paul Callus ~ 24th Oct 2015
Contest: Creative Layouts
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 1st
Form: Shape

Premium Member Creative Conformity

Creativeness...conformity...a pair
     that go together just like night and day,
as one supports the other to declare
     a unity and balance, that must say

there's planning in a poem to be great
     with use of forms for rhythm, meter, rhyme;
to soften words, with music must collate,
     tho some commit to flow, discarding chime.

There's planning in a work of art; no doubt
     a painting, sculpture, shows a balanced form.
The curves and shapes, tho varied, even out...
     free-flowing shapes to unity conform.

Creativeness...conformity...a team
     for poets, sculptors, and each artist's dream.


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Creative Conformity
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 11/11/2018

Conformity: meaning accord, balance, harmony, order, unity
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Cover Story

Cover Story


                                                 Phone is ringing
                                             She comes rushing
            Just to pick the phone.
                            The phone is responded
                                  Other side sounded
                Deep intensive male voice
                                     Male voice spoke’ Hello’
                  What does your weekly bulletin show?’
  ‘So! You remember me after a long week!’
                                         ‘A long week is passed to contact
                                                             I could not interact
                                     How things are going on?’
                                           ‘Things are going on fine.
                       Urgent is the cover-story of my bulletin.
                    It is carrying very important news.’
                                      Very important news
                             Should also honor my views
             I am eager to listen, dear’.
                                ‘Listen dear, my sweet heart
                                         Till date you are inert
         How long will you take to reciprocate?’         



  Note. The ending words (2/3/4) of the third line in first stanza are the commencing words of the first line of the second stanza. This norm is followed on all the stanzas. 'Form' may be named as SEQUENCE.

  Anisha Dutta  10/19/15
For the contest,Creative Lay out,Sponsor,Broken Wings
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Tunefully

Tunefully

                   
                                 notes cry out             singing to me

                melodiously haunting                        ringing crystal clear
        
         perfect sharps resound                                 semi-tones rend through the air

             quavers hover in the air                       so very many sounds
  
                                  join together              mingling,  blending
                                                  
                   
                                                      Joyfully

                   
                                  I sing along                  music carrying

                      me to paradise                                 sounds so sweet

     flutes playing high notes                                           drums bang out the beat 

                harps, oh the harps                                  angelic notes float

                                     rift the air                    celestially majestic
 
                                                    Enchanting 

written 08/10/2013

contest creative
layouts

Are You Skew-Whiff

Are You Skew-Whiff?

				Are you feeling rather skew-whiff?
Awkwardly placed and standing?
		upside-down
		back to front
		inside      out
		topsy - turvy
							Are your senses damp and unresponsive,
					Beckoning confusion and despair? 
	Does your heart pound even when there’s nothing exciting there?

   Forlorn, sorrowful, despondent, 
			     You patronise your grief, 
	      						Focus on your problem, 
		To attain some relief; 
You keep flitting to your pleasures, 
	Lack, for contemplation, a quiet place, 
				Force your troubles into the backroom, 
		You’re not to dignify your face. 
								Tomorrow is for thinking, 
	    Will exist to accommodate, 
			The glumness and the wretchedness, 
         That seems to obliqueness and gloom proliferate. 	

Rhoda Monihan 


13th October 2015


For the contest Creative Layouts, sponsor Broken Wings
Form: Concrete

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