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City Revisited

harsh cold wind howls
	steel gray clouds low over head
racing quickly torn to shreds
	merging coldly into the sea

whitecapped waves flung by the wind
	ice cold spray flung in the sky
crashing down upon ancient stone
	of ruined dock vacant there

pitted stone pillars of ancient stone
	baring lint stones falling down
as the wind howls between
	tearing at banners of what once was

empty square of weed choked stones
	lined by buildings fallen in
devoid of people who once were
	city empty locked-in death

long lost road passes by
	overgrown by lining trees
pitted with holes of missing stone
	a lone traveler passes by

traveling on a lost errand
	cold and wet from passing storm
seeking shelter from the cold
	see no hope in city dead

wondering of the city dead
	lying upon the angry sea
lying in death no people there
	wondering of what once was

how did the great city die
	and stone harbor abandon be
what of the people who once here was
	passing by not knowing why


Premium Member Ho Hum’s Quadrant

 Quiet quibbles with silence and hushed wind’s quackery.
Have nonsensical need for an ice cold daiquiri.

Chicanery of leafy season, coursing slowly,
before its blustery countermand uplifts wholly.

Monotonous quarrel needs a quaff of arctic air,
an unquestioning brisk of maple burning its flare,

Like brandy, in quiescent afterglow’s flirtation,
ho hum’s quadrant equips me for intoxication.

I’ll not be a crone, with quaking bones, beneath a pad
of sunset quilt. I’ll be cold. I’ll brave it. I’ll go mad

with cacophonous joy, kick the crispy depth of leaves.
Removal of sequacious grin. Broad smile Fall retrieves.
Form: Couplet

Erwtensoep

ERWTENSOEP

Split peas, sometimes with ham
This soup served in Amsterdam
Smoked pork belly, sausage too
Served nice and hot will just do
Carrot, onion, leek and celeriac
The thought of it takes me back

This combination did it for me
When I worked there in ‘83
Breakfast was always uitsmijter
Smiled at the girl just to spite her
Eggs and ham on fresh bread
Ordered early to stay ahead

Coffee drunk all through the day
Strong to handle come what may
A cold beer or two over lunch
With those little crisps to crunch
With meetings in the afternoon
I did my thing none too soon

Dinner was typically Indonesian
Sometimes influenced by Frisian
Rijsttafel, a surprise in every bowl
But delicious food always the goal
Elsewhere, desserts are plentiful
Big portions seem quite bountiful

But if I had just one item to order
Every time I crossed that border
It would be erwtensoep, every time
Everyday Dutch cuisine in its prime
Whatever kind of café I was ever in
I’d wash it down with ice cold gin
Form: Rhyme

Ice Cold

Take a spoon and take a scoop. 
Then the ice cream fiend comes out. 
He doesn’t like foot prints. 
In the ice cream.

Cold, but in a lively way.
As if there’s someone out there. 
But they are dead.

Piles of ice cream-
They call it snow, but I see something they can’t.
The best type of food. 
Is everywhere. 
And a little dangerous. 

Headlights.
It’s them. 
Plowing snow away. 
A good time to go inside and drink hot chocolate. 
Shivering comes in cycles. 
Some people do. 

Take a spoon and stir your hot chocolate. 
As she scolds you for your insanity. 
She thought it was the effects of frostbite. 
But I’ve been bitten long ago. 

They call it snow. 
Then they died too.

Letting Your Hair Down

Letting Your Hair Down


Looking to sit back and enjoy the day
Aiming for the patio table, our little get away

Kick off the shoes and sit with the family
Share todays news and laughing happily

And you know we have to have that ice cold beer
Best way to chill out over here

The neighbors wave and sometimes sit to chat
Our home is like a big welcome mat

Before you know it, here comes out the barbecue pit 
The more the better, I must admit

Home is where you can just relax and do nothing
Its when best memories are made and lots of good loving

Doesn't cost nothing to just enjoy and rest
This is when we are the happiest

Let your hair down and take a little time
Do this often and learn to unwind


Contest by:  Yasmin Khan
Written by:  Debra Falgout
Form: Couplet


The Ice Sculptor

He Sculpted her from,  a block of ice
       and he had an image, drawn down, it twice

a million ice pleats,  in her dress,  that glowed
      he must carve it slow, must carve it slowwwwww

and the light behind her,  showed no imperfect flaws
      so he sculpt her more, scattered shards,  fell to the floor

and he carved her bodice,  of frozen plumes
      to mimic feathers, that appeared to move

 so up and down,  frozen , round and round
      and just like Artic water, but it had no sound

and strings of ice beads, from her shoulders edge
        her covered garment,  the strands did blend

not once , imagination ,  did ever wavering 
        though her ice cold eyes, had splintered shavings

  so he kept stepping back,  to  view , his work of Art
         sublimation decor, this woman, would never part

but he took too long , in this Art, admired
        for now it melted, for time makes , ice, 
                        ....so very tired.
Form: Rhyme

Spreading Happiness

Spring appears in waves of magenta, ochre, and kelly green 

Prisms dance across hallways and ceilings 

Raucous laughter rolls over fields of clover 

Each child spreads their arms and runs, tumbles, 
and blows bubbles 

Afternoon picnics are spread with red and white checkered cloths and finger foods while the sun beams down 

Drowsy from the heat, young girls wander smiling in their white dresses and daisy crowns towards the pond

Ice cold, melting sweet tea is served to thirsty groups and graciously accepted after the long hike to the peak

Never-ending tides lap against the white sand, a boy returns a beach ball to the volleyball players 

Giving thanks, receiving blessings, they hold hands ‘round the dinner table and then break hot crusty rolls and reminisce on memories of winter 


Hope ascends with the morning over the tops of the swaying Cyprus trees 

All the house is still sleeping, tucked into homemade quilts 

Percolating coffee soon rouses the senses of the dreamy folk and they descend the stairs, wiping their eyes 

Periwinkle flowers, dazzling crimson rose bushes and salty air beckons from open windows 

Into the brambles the boys traipsed with their pretend guns and stick ponies while the girls shrieked with laughter and then ran to join in 

Nutmeg, clove, and orange rinds bubbled on the stove and wafted through the cabin as mothers gazed at the merriment outdoors 

Each glorious hour passed like dandelions in the wind 

Spring enveloped the village into her loving arms  

She sang to each and every home and family songs of blowing white curtains, fields of Heather, sparkling dewy skin and the promise of another day
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Beauty

There is beauty in this world that’s truly a miracle to behold.
Unexpected romance, that will turn your blood hot from ice cold.

I have loved with a passion that made fire rain from the night sky.
I’m in love with just one woman, and I will be until I die.

I’ve seen the Grand Canyon and felt its majestic and artistic style.
I was captivated by the great pyramids, and the headwaters of the Nile.

I wept at Peyto Lake, with its water of neon blue.
I’ve felt the kindness of strangers, that helped to see me through.

I’ve witnessed the setting sun, drizzle crimson on the coast.
There are so many wonders, but just one I’ll remember the most.

I’ve held it in my arms under this endless sky of blue.
A miraculous work of art, it’s the beauty I see in you.

If tomorrow this world should end, and the beauty it holds is gone.
Your face is what I’ll remember, as I greet my final dawn.

The memory of your smile will last forever more.
When I look, I’ll just see you, the one I most adore.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Half-Past Three (The Poet), Marc Chagall

I sit in scarlet-slashed silence
refusing to permit the
piercing dark
to stain the sky with ugliness ~
so forgive the
receptors of resilient rectangles;
I witness smoke of confusion
drifting through
a distorted perspective
while ink bleeds
3 a.m. across the caffeinated canvas
where crimson
crowns blurred
borders of boundaries,
leaving no room for twisted tales
to tamper and tweak the truth
of a mind devoted to
peace and poetry ~
while the host of hostility
bereft of humility
plots to curate cortisol
forked within
the silverware of spite

let not the hurt ~ 
O inverted intruder
teach the bruised blade
to talk in textures
that could trigger
a tormented tornado 
beneath ice-cold nails
as karma follows
the feline eyes
of cruel consequences
    to your doorstep

I chose to be the current
flowing above unapologetic roses
no longer seeking
validation nor sagas
spoken soundlessly to the stars
I mark the withering
of wickedness 
and woeful words
to embrace the
light of Heaven’s house ~
the ultimate ultraviolet
dripping from the
          hands of hope

read me as I reweave 
a valley of awakened dreams
where desires
spell themselves 
in deep blues of devotion
nevermore vainly vulnerable ~ 
amidst the geography
of gilded grace
crossing the length of my limbs
until I arrive
at a guiltless lane of immutable love…
            
            It’s half past three. 
  I am fully awake ~ 
                     but I am neither 
          an insomniac nor a sleeper, 
                      merely a word-dreamer
                  in love with Poetry ...
Form: Ekphrasis

Premium Member The Vampire Nurse

When I visit my GP these are the words I truly fear
‘You need another blood test, just take this form my dear’
I have to ring the hospital – I pray they have no room
They say ‘we have a cancellation please come in this afternoon'

I suffer from needle phobia and a blood test I must take
I’m sitting in the waiting room awaiting the inevitable fate
My name is called and I start to sweat and shake
The vampire nurse’s shadow falls on me; it’s my blood she wants to take

I try to warn them how I feel and how I may react
Some of them will listen; others have no tact
Oh follow me and don’t be silly, I fear that they may think
But I need to lie down and have some ice cold water to drink

The tourniquet is on my arm the pain I start to feel
I start to feel faint and woozy this I cannot conceal
Please lay me flat and let me rest – I hope that they will listen
I don’t want to pass out on the floor; tears form and my eyes glisten

The needle is drawn ready to take my precious blood
Oh its just a little prick, I must try to be good
But my head starts to swim and the cold sweat appears
Oh how I wish I could get rid of these irrational fears

One time the vampire nurse was in a bit of a hurry
She came to take my rich red blood and told me not to worry
You don’t need to lie down you will be alright
My eyes were as wide as teacups I really had a fright

She took my blood and the fear began to show
But she said I was fine and to the waiting room I must go
I stumbled to a chair and began to feel so faint
I lay down on the floor - I didn’t look too quaint

My hubby went back in and said my wife needs your attention
She came out to see me I needed her intervention
Back into the vampire nurse’s lair I stumbled
And into the chair I had to be bundled

I was lying down flat with a fan to cool me
I needed water – oh why oh why hadn’t she listened to my plea
After years of blood tests I know how I will react
I have needle phobia it is a well-known fact
Form: Rhyme

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