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Craving to be back where I belong
Only place my heart breaks into song
Memories come flooding through my mind
Imitating days I left behind.
Nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Guess that's why you're always home to me.
Been to many places far and wide
And I've missed your presence by my side.
Catching planes and working till I'm through
Killing time till I get back to you.
Hope it won't be long before we meet
Only you can make my life complete.
Missing you each day that we're apart
Even though you're ever in my heart.
(I had a country-style tune in my head writing this with a pause of 3 extra beats at the end of each line)
27.02.21
Coming Back Home Poetry Contest
Sponsor : John Hamilton
M-idnight has just passed by;
A-nother morning has come;
R-ise of the sun has begun,
K-illing the night of boredom.
J-anuary lets February fifth
A-im for a shining moment;
Y-ear two thousand sixteen
S-eems to share the same enjoyment.
O-nly if the dark sky clean-up the lanes above;
N-ew dawn will break with a promise of greatest love.
L-et the Lord Almighty
L-ove you and keep you sound;
E-ven though there are trials,
N-othing can ever let you down.
A-s you ask the Lord for success, bow and kneel before Him;
S-ay a little but fervent prayer, ahead is a bright future, not dim.
ROTTWEILLER
R eady to serve
O pen to kindness and understanding
T otally dedicated and devoted
T olerating only one true master
W illing to learn
E ver faithful
I mmense heart filled with love
L onging only to be loved as he loves you
L oyal and accepting to the end of his days
E xacting in his duties giving what he thinks is expected from him
R ottweiller - A good dog but not for everyone.
The Rottweiller is probably descended from the Italian Mastiff during the Middle Ages
and was originally used as a herding dog.
It was bred in the German town of Rottweill.
It has a massive, powerful body, powerful scissors type bite and dark brown eyes
with an expression of quiet good will and loyalty.
His personality is nervous around others but tranquil, brave and obedient with his
family. He is easily trained with someone who knows what they're doing and has
great desire to please. If he knows what is expected of him that's exactly what you
will get. HE IS A NO NONSENSE DOG and becomes vicious if he thinks he or his master
is in danger. He will give his life in the protection of his master or his master's property.
He is used as a herd dog, in police work, and as a watch dog and body guard.
Extremely affectionate but NOT the dog for everyone.
He needs a master with common sense, not some idiot who wants to beat him into
submission. NO DOG NEEDS THAT!!
THEY HAVE AN INNATE NATURE TO BE CLOSE TO SOMEONE.
DOGS ARE PACK ANIMALS AND NEED TO BE PART OF A PACK OR FAMILY .
IF NOT THEY SUFFER HORRIBLE MENTAL ANGUISH.
DOGS LOVE COMPLETELY AND NEED THAT LOVE RETURNED.
THEY ARE THE NOBLEST OF SLAVES.
Judy Ball
Autumn Fire
About the time August loses ardor – melting into her – she awakens!
Unabashed is she, Autumn’s uncommon goddess, unfolding herself for all to see.
Thrilling to wind’s tempting tempo, she flutters, touching the twilight tangerine.
Unflaggingly, she undulates radiance through trees before their final undressing.
Moved by a mysterious melody, she meanders in meadows and in mists.
Nuances of feelings come to us when we hear its sometimes melancholy notes.
Filling with fall fever, she fuses sky with terrain, flashing flames of persimmon.
Infatuated with her own imagination, she has ignited the world in iridescence.
Red, russet, and gold enrich our world; we behold her ravishing array of artistry.
Exquisite is her passion as she enraptures us. Everlastingly may she reign!
A Quintain About a Fall Poem
A contest that I got N/A in had inspired me
to write a new acrostic, and I did not want to stall.
Personifying autumn, I used some imagery
to portray the splendid beauty of fiery fall.
Of my last month’s poems, I felt it was the best one of them all.
Poem #1: N/A poem in the Autumn Fire Contest posted & judged 10/27/16
Reposted 11/18/16 for Broken Wing's Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 3 (NA's from September, October, November 2016 Contests)Poetry Contest
An interlude forms around the apertures
Brows born of liquid gold arch like the bent rays of the sun
Cresting above irises of obsidian black and liner of kohl
Daydreams quiver above a cupid’s bow of upper lip
Ecstasy awaits the unmasking interloper.
Alluring analgesic to the proper, pivotal moldings modify
majestic moles, marking beauty beyond the banal,
heightening the hardened features of heaven's harlots.
M aking the internal mirror the external,
A sking the private to maintain its allure by encapsulation.
S he satisfies sinful longings by subterfuge.
K illing all that remains of her nubile heart.
*The verse regarding masks IS masked in 3 forms ABC, Acrostic
and Alliterative Form.
Contest: It's Mask Time
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
A s we
B lindly
C aress the
D ays that we miss.
E ach day gets harder
F or time will insist.
G rabbing the
H ands of the
I gnorant bliss
J ust as all
K indness and all
L ove is misD.
M iriads of angels display their
N trest with
O ctaves of sonnets and
P oetic riffs. Some
Q uestion pleasure with
R apturous twists.
S eem to destroy all
T he peace with a fist.
U su'lly we get
V ehemently pissed,
W hen haters and losers and stinkers
X ist.
Y apping and
Z apping and slapping their wrists.
A ntiques
Z oom
B y
Y ou better not miss.
(C atch!)
X amine the
D ents on the shooting star's
W ish.
E at of the fruit and you'll
V anish from this.
U cannot
G amble
T he worlds
H appyness.
S oon you'll accrue an
I mpossible list.
R aise up the bar since there is no
J ustice.
Q uestion the
K illing of
P eople
L ike this.
O h will you help us God?
M ary we've kissed
"N evermore," did quoth the raven, "You misD."
E-njoy success N-ot happening S-ee how tough it is
N-oted writer I-nner peace E-ver scribe anything wise
L-otsa money R-eality appears L-ittle worth in lies
I-nteresting speaker V-ery introspect F-inding your own value
G-reat thinker A-ware of self A-t what point you realize
H-eroic advocate N-otices feelings W-here your courage is
T-op player A-dept listener A-lways not into winning
E-xpensive car A-ctually present K-arma has the keys
N-otable leader W-illing helper E-veryone can follow
M-ore attractive A-bout facades N-ature's true surprise
E-xpert analyst I-ntense focus I-nsight springs within
N-atural champion T-rue heart N-oticing other's lives
T-enacious fighter S-ilent friend G-ot everything
S-eventeenth September
H-e had shown you the way;
I-n the midst of darkness,
R-ight path God did display.
L-ord had shown you the way,
E-ven though you didn't ask;
Y-our eyes were widely opened to realize your holy task.
D-ivine God showed you the way
O-f entering the heaven's gate;
N-ever did you ignore the Father's call,
D-enied not the Lord's love so great.
O-ne God had shown you the way, by disclosing His master plan;
N-o other means to reach the crown, but to obey God's design for man.
M-aker had shown you the way,
A-lthough you didn't seek;
R-evealing the hidden mystery,
K-illing the devil's deceitful trick.
D-espite the transgression,
A-lmighty made you His servant;
R-eforming you into a new man
U-ntil you emerged triumphant.
I-n spite of the status in life, God chose you to be His child;
S-ince the beginning of the world, He is so merciful, tender and mild.
P-rowling lion-like devil
I-s roaming around daily;
C-reating confusion and chaos,
H-e snatches the man from the Almighty.
A-fter listening to God's words, close your eyes and pray;
Y-our heart though must be opened for God is always showing you the way.
L-yre of Jane is played
A-t the floor near the villa's door;
R-apture and given gaiety
A-re added to the pleasure.
J-ane's lyre is gladly played
A-t the bench near the villa's movable piece;
N-ice stuff of the harp class
E-specially was used in ancient Greece.
V-iolin, guitar, and other
I-nstruments with strings
L-et one hear the good sound
L-eading him to thrilling things.
A-s Jane's lyre is played,
F-illing one's heart with joy;
U-se the rare opportunity,
E-njoying the musical toy.
R-ainy night won't pass by
T-ill September twenty-four;
E-very year Jane's lyre is played near the villa's door.
Jack Frost is a hoary mischievous fellow
A man with a penchant for autumn coloring,
Carrying buckets of paint: red, brown and yellow,
Killing crops and late-blooming flowers with a zing!
Frozen toes and noses are Jack’s big delight.
Racing through towns and fields, he leaves us winter frost.
Once you have met him, you will not forget his bite!
Snow, sleet and ice he brings before the night is lost.
Then you awake to see his art in morn’s first light.
Written 12/3/2015
For the "Acrostic: Jack Frost" contest of Shadow Hamilton