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Premium Member -Read At Your Own Risk

I was unaware until recently
Of what I’m about to disclose
Though due to its extreme importance
I believe people need to know 

I’ve had many a sleepless night
On whether or not to share
However, I believe it’s my moral duty
To make others fully aware

Know, once you have read this
There will be no turning back
Your world may change forever
So ,prepare for how you may react
 
There are those who may already know
Though due to this topics disturbing nature
Feel it safer to stay quiet
As voicing it ….the risk is so much greater!

So here goes…..

I am speaking about As-Para-Gas….”oh yes indeed”
After human consumption all seem to agree
It produces potent and extremely strong
Pure ASPARAGUS  smelling wee!!

Please take note next time you eat Asparagus!!
© Deb M   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member When my Life Changed

                                         When my Life Changed

                                     In midst of my journey of life
                                   Starkly I was shattered by fate
                               With the razor-sharp blade of knife,
                                 Harshly hurled in hands of Hades.

                                After two long-stretched surgeries
                                 Within the short span of ten days
                                  For curled intestines, with worry
                                     And acute pains, supine I lay;

                                 For months I stayed gazing at sky
                                   Seeking divine grace and mercy,
                               To shine strength on me to stand high
                                     And rain on me His clemency.

                                 Ever since my life changed for good:
                                    No more my force I could recoup
                                    No more taste of fast fatty foods,
                                   But just the flavour of light soups;

                                 No more the tang of sweetish treats
                                     No more savour of salty feasts,
                                Gone were days of strolling on streets
                                   With acute pains, the body fleeced;

                                  Days turned into darkness of nights
                                     Amidst the wrath of wild winters,
                                   Despite the rays of sunshine bright 
                                 Cold were days of sparkling summers.  

                                   On hindsight, the change in my life
                                      Pitched me closer up to the sky
                                   With flame of faith lighting my strife,
                                       Gems of hope shining in my eyes;

                                     Was the change ways of divine will
                                        To field me close to the sublime,
                                         Or payment of debt with a chill,
                                          Only He can disclose to Time.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott



When turbulence in water sounds,
And darkness of night mounds,
An aura of loneliness surrounds,
And heart in the chest pounds,
Lady of Shalott stands on the roof of castle,
Can see him from far sail in a boat,
Wearing an obvious yellow fur coat,
Boat drifting with waves yet afloat,
Her pulse thumps fast of inside hassle !

Waiting for him reach very close,
Emotions till now were keeping in a froze,
Feelings that for years she could not disclose,
Mercury of silence as gradually arose,
The Lady of Shalott is in all rolling tears,
As her wait is about to end,
And heart is nearing a mend,
Apprehensions she can not pretend, 
Will she be able to meet him with all her fears ?

Trepidation engulfs, she rushes to her room,
Mirror that once reflected her gloom,
Is sure that her love will now bloom,
Has she found her prince or the groom?
The Lady of Shalott is all smiles on her face,
Her fingers entangle into her golden curls,
She looks at her gown and the swirls,
Her tender neck embraces precious pearls,
She has set forth herself in full grace !



Written September 7th, 2014
For contest 'The Lady of Shalott' by Isaiah Zerbst

Awarded 3rd place
Form: Rhyme

In the Library- For Contest

In the library - for contest

Books are the ever- burning lamps
Of knowledge and wisdom....
It 's  a well-established truth and I
also nod in full agreement...
But let me say this, I am not a nerd
And I am not a book-worm....
Nor do I have a flair for reading much 
and all my friends know this too well....
But in these few days what surprised
them was my frequent library visits
My tryst with our town library.. 
was on a rising note day- by -day
My friends got curious and dubious!
Free-times or weekends my schedule
had changed,
My footsteps take me to the library road ....
All roads for me led to library not Rome!
Friends were not on my agenda as before...
Intolerable, all in a group they did approach
Asked me the reason for my library craze...
I shrugged, I smiled,I winked,
I blushed but didn't disclose....
My visits to library stay continued...
One fine morning greatly dressed I,
left my home as my perfume lingered
My destination, I need not say now
I know you readers have guessed it right!
My steps moved in well-paced rhythm
Hilarious spirits , morning pleasant!
Sun smiled at me and flowers wished!
Into the library i did step in...
And as his glimpse my sight caught 
I blushed, I waved, smile creeping in
Bright face, so elegant , so handsome
Waved back and sent me  a flying kiss
A research scholar and my new love!
Day in and day out he enjoys with books...
"The origin of species" by Charles Darwin
Rene Descartes and his philosophy of,
Cogito ergo sum !
My experiments with truth by Mahatma Gandhi!
Hereditary principles by Gregor Mendel..
Sociological thoughts of  Max Weber
These are a few that I recollect.. 
Oh my dear soup friends...now that you all know
Please maintain silence.... is the board I'll point at!
My other friends are still curious....
I leave it to them to find on their own!!
My love has filled in me a new passion
my reading habit is slowly improving!
I sat with him last week with Pygmalion
Classic of versatile George Bernard Shaw
How hours passed like minutes, I never know!
I Worship library now as a repository 
of knowledge of varied genre!
In reading and applying what we read
lies our real wisdom!

for contest: In the library
sponsorer-Isaiah Zerbst
by: Anulaxmi Nayak
on:13th August 2015
© Anu Nayak  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Fading Dream

too late to refuse
to be subject to abuse
of those long gone blues

the failure to comprehend
all that was needed back then

each makes their own way
emptiness unfilled by phrase
darkening some days

dreams shot at and downed
expectations run to ground
leaving without sound

of story with no ending
too long lost for beginning

dreams won't make it so
long past time to turn and go
where sad stories flow


not much left to mourn
what our younger selves had sworn
we too became torn

sometimes we pluck a prize rose
sometimes we grab a sharp thorn

what the fates disclose
cherish the highs cast out lows
life is filled with to-and-fros
© Ng Rippel  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Room Won'T Disclose

Majestic flight sweeps up from lobby sprawl
Mattress padding pink carpet creeps corners 
Bannisters ornate in century's old discussions
Omit disclosure of grim history above

Uniform scuff tread flat railed staircase 
Stretches ominously into third level dim
Each step taken fades from life the stepper 
Cobwebs claim frames of dust dampened portraits

Compressing is staircase from dingy third
Wide shouldered folk hunch, tunnel encroaching
Trapdoor top is a shock to wood tread traveller
Rejoicing of stiffened hinges, solitary sound 

Huddled roofspace floods intrepid with doom 
Heanous endings leach from panelled attic walls
Slivers of snowdust rays showcase eye sockets 
Emptied in skulls committed to fourth floor torture




6th September 2020 

The Fourth Floor of Nowhere Poetry Contest 
Craig Cornish

Premium Member Lost In Thought

Written: September 23, 2023
__________________________________________________________

What was I thinking, I pondered alone,
As my mind wandered my thoughts were thrown.
Lost in a whirlwind of doubt and despair,
I yearned for an answer, a purpose to share.

To slice beyond the cacophony in my head. 
To find the clarity that I so desperately dread.
Absence of time-wasting and overthinking.
It was essential to disclose the truth sinking

What was I thinking, I asked myself again 
As I delved into the depths of my mind, my pen
Scribbled down views that were vapidly unclear,
I needed to break free from this cycle of fear.

Elucidatory excuses and rationalizations,
Held me back from finding my true aspirations.
I knew deep inside, there was further to explore 
A core persuasion that could ajar the door.

What was the core cerebration, this query evolved.
A whisper in my soul that couldn't be solved.
I searched and pondered, my mind racing blast,
Seeking answers that would bear the doubts last.

 Suddenly, the light bulb went off in my head.
The primary concept drove me to fight instead.
A question of motivation came into play here.
My endless nights—what was I thinking or fear?

What were we thinking, all those sleepless nights?
It's time to uncover our true inner lights.
Not beyond wandering in doubt and plights
Lost in a maze of worries and frights.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Once Upon a Time 2

Time guaranteeds no gain
But often delivers pain.
She promises changes
And often mixes them with more of the same.
If we work at it, she will smile upon our frames.
If we pursue God, we will likely be spared lots of shame.
The passage of time will reveal some things strange.
She will also disclose other things rearranged.
Overall, the time journey is a good one.
A couple of years ago, I noticed my ears growing hair,
But my eyes had not changed their color.
My facial hairs are mostly gray, and streaks of white
Flashes throughout the hairs of my head, so unlike
'once upon a time'.

060920pS
Form: Rhyme

Moonwalk Poetry

Let me disclose some top secrets
till date unknown I can sure bet.

First man in moon was not Armstrong
it was just me,History tells wrong.

I was first to do the Moonwalk
which brings Jackson later goodluck.

Jackson called me well in advance
so that I could teach him this dance.

In fact it was me who transformed
Moonwalk to a good,classy dance form.

Don't you think that with Jackson's fame
world should attach  my little name?

You may wonder what I do now---
"Moonwalk Poetry"--Let me tell how.

Take my poems,read them just once
see the words doing  that dance!


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Contest:Ridiculous Self Exaggerations

Sponsor:Susan Burch
© Kash Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member My Perfect Sunset

With eyes closed, I dream a perfect sunset-
   reflected in the aquamarine sea,
and interlaced with blue and crimson waves
   that undulate and flow so wild and free.

Sun glowing watermelon-tangerine,
   hangs low, framed by a lemon-saffron sky,
and lines of coral streaking twilight blues-
   relates, another day has bid goodbye.

Soon, eyes awake to sense my real world-
   sun shining pale against dim skies of blue.
Dusk has come, and from the open window,
   scents from lavender lilacs seep through. 

No rolling sea mirroring great sunsets-
   only a  lavish lawn that sprawls and flows
with wind forming grassy, chartreuse waves.
   My perfect sunset- only dreams disclose.

 
April 15, 2021


~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Changing Colors
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 04/19/2021

Required Words in order of appearance:
aquamarine, lavender, crimson, tangerine, 
watermelon, lemon, saffron, coral, lilac, chartreuse
Form: Rhyme

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