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Premium Member Love Survives Death

Love is being there for them every day.
A disappointed love taken away.
Cupid’s aim is higher than we believe.
We search for the one who will never leave.

Love is kind when our mundane tasks are done.
Love can be laughter, joy, and gobs of fun.
God gives us empathetic eyes to see.
Expecting happiness for you and me.

Love comes from flowers, from air, and the sky.
Love survives death, for our souls never die.
Love comes from lambs, puppies, furry kitties.
Love sings her song in cute little ditties.

Worthy treasure hunt, love is all around.
Your soul will know when the right one is found.


Written 03-08-19
Poetry Contest: What Is Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Silent One
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Dan

Dan, 

Dan is the man that tells all. 
He lets us know the world, 
is upside down, and turned around. 
He lets us know it is on fire in one place 
and flooding in another. 
Dan walks the beaches and the parks, 
the places we love in our hearts... 
to soften the blow, 
that leaves a glow... 
burning like a bright light in the night. 
Evil is taking the whole world by storm, 
and only a few have bothered 
to buy umbrellas. 
The rest are watching as the clouds approach, 
pretty lights flashing, like fireworks.
Most are asleep, 
and running on empty... fumes. 
They have no idea there is a cliff ahead, 
and have not bothered to read, 
even a single sign. 
Dan the man keeps preaching. 
He keeps teaching economics to us all. 
He leads the lambs away
from the stockyards 
and tries to set them free. 
Dan is a warrior, 
a modern-day soldier at arms. 
His videotapes are his weapons... 
They linger long after they have been watched, 
and shared among many. 
They make the darkness... 
more afraid of the light.

(Dan is a YouTube newsman.)
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Secret of Crystal Blue Faerie

Crystal Blue Faerie had a bit of a secret in her room.
It was a darling baby dragon she had named Zoom.
Her mother would have pushed him out with a broom.
If he was discovered, it might mean doom.

Her mother was not an animal lover at all.
She had been scared of dragons since she was small.
Crystal Blue Faerie had a vision in her crystal ball.
That she was supposed to raise a dragon so tall.

She loved Zoom, he was a loneliness cure. 
She knew he had good thoughts; his ideas were pure.
He wanted to meet her mother, Lady Van Burr.
But she knew that her mom did not like dragons for sure!

She sneaked Zoom food – he liked crackers and cheese.
He always said thank you, and I love you and please.
He liked telling jokes, but he did not make fun or tease.
He was the best friend she ever had, he was the “bees”.

One day he got sick, and she had to tell her mother.
Her mom understood, and hushed her little brother.
Because their father faerie did not like dragons at all.
He thought they were wicked, and furiously tall.

Zoom got well with her mom’s help and a silver spoon.
He got much better on day three, and howled at the moon.
Her mother suggested they let Dad in on the secret now.
Her Dad had his own secret; he had been keeping a cow.

Two animals on the same property, raised by their faerie family?
Crystal Blue’s little brother showed them lambs, he had been raising three.
Then their mother showed up with a basket of kittens and a black cat.
Their family loved animals, so what do you think of that?

They decided to run a farm and a circus too.
They ended up with a tiger, a llama and a bird from Timbuktu.
The faeries had never had so much fun in their life!
It was a new beginning and it relieved a bunch of strife!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Stunning Spring

Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread their new wings and fly

Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze
Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers
Yellow pollen doesn't make the bees sneeze!
They will pollinate blooms for many hours

Young lambs gamboling around in the fields
Birds fly high in the sky of azure blue
I love the spring season where nature yields
Our earth’s a stunning place for me and you

Spring brings rejuvenation to our land
The vibrant countryside looks very grand


14 lines 10 syllables per line
Checked with how many syllables*
Doesn't counted as 2 syllables

Had previously been awarded 1st place in another contest and also POTD subsequently given

n/a in Best sonnet contest
Sponsored by Laura loo
judged on  3/3/2018 9:36:00 AM

Entered into POTD Contest Sponsored By Richard Lamoureux

Poets Notes. I struggle to write sonnets I find the form extremely challenging so was delighted to get POTD in 2016 for this particular poem



08~19~16
Form: Sonnet

In a Crowded Room

alone
in a crowded room 
people pass faces glance 
void they are… 
 
no thought to anyone's soul 
or ponderings of creation 
just shells walking in its grace. 

in tranced is their eyes 
full of diamonds, cars, caviar…

hallow be thy name 
in lambs blood meek
bringing to the slaughter 
man's greed 

the only impotent seeks 
15 seconds of fame 
I watch the coming flame

a glow with hell at its heart, alone 
in a room crowded n doom 

as people pass 
faceless faces glance 
void they are, walking 

in the last footfalls 
of a passing generation 
or dancing in the dark light

a ghost trancing finite!


alone...
Form: Rhyme


The 12 Days of Noel Oregon Usa

ON DAY 1 of Noel my sweetie gave to me a Bluejay in a Fir Tree!
          ON DAY 2 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 2 Mourning Doves
                                  And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
             ON DAY 3 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 3 Prairie Hens
                      2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
          ON DAY 4 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 4 Red Rock Crabs
         3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
    ON DAY 5 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red 
  Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
            ON DAY  6 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 6 Brent Geese
  5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves
                                 And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
            ON DAY 7 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 7 Tundra Swans
     6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
                     2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
            ON DAY 8 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 8 Dairies Milking
    7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs
          3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
         ON DAY 9 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 9 Bull Elk Dancing 
   8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS!   
 4 Red Rock Crabs 3Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
          ON DAY 10 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 10 Lambs a Leaping 
       9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 
                5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 
                     2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
    ON DAY 11 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 11 Pipets Peeping 10 Leaping 
            Lambs 9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 
     6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
                      2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
      ON DAY 12 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 12 Canadian Lynx linking  
   11 Pipets Peeping 10 Leaping Lambs 9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 
               7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS!
                4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves 
                                 And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree!
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Forked Tongues

When someone lies to me, sometimes it's difficult not to turn and walk away. I think they do it because of one of two reasons. Either they need to feel important, or because they think I'm too stupid to know they're lying."


Nothing irks me more than jerks who are habitual liars
Fibbers whose evil forked tongues I'd extract with pliers
Those who look me square in the eye and keep defying
my skeptical look of askance when I think they're lying

If I could bag lies, fake alibis and bull crap I am fed
I would be spreading that fertilizer in my garden bed,
aware that manure helps flowers bloom all year long
But the stench of bull crap would be much too strong

Liars can't be believed, even when speaking the truth
I find it distasteful, malicious, abhorrent and uncouth
They insult my intelligence, and I find it very repulsive
but to those who tell lies, it's irrepressibly compulsive

They keep trying their damnable best to get me to believe
that a ruse is the truth, but with malcontent they deceive
It's a fault of mendacious fabulists and cunning scams
With falsehoods they'd shave the wool of innocent lambs

No pearls I cast before such swine, who wallow in muck
Caught in webs they've woven, in quicksand, they're stuck
Liars move deeper into darkness with each fallacy they spin
Their recurrent falsehoods are bull crap, and will do them in

Woe to liars when their deceitful fabrications are exposed
Until the truth they admit, my door to them will be closed
Deceptions are forgiven if they are repentant and confess
But I'm not naive enough to keep falling for their load of BS



December 24, 2021
King-Size Bull Crap Contest
Sponsored by Charlie Messina
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pets

Dogs are great; Cats disturb; Geese are brilliant,
I think of those lambs I lost in my youth;
Butterflies, O God! Look resilient, 
Fish are best of pets to take care and sooth...!
Horses are pets too; solemn; rough and tough, 
Monkeys seems to make mess of everything,
Parrots seem to say revealing tales;
Yet, the whole world knows, that they rut and bluff,
A combination of all these would bring,
Pets from planes or hills or mountainous vales...!

Who can compete with smell-sense of a dog?
Some sniff out even illness in people;
Cats, by nature, have a prominent clog,
Sense of sweetness, in them, is so feeble; 
With their universe-like transparent wings,
Fluttering amidst blossoms vivacious, 
Butterflies have tentative existence;
Could fish(es) live without fresh-water-springs?
Monkeys, though naughty, look very gracious,
Parrots, in each act, have their persistence...!

My dog can swim many kilometers,
My pretty cat can jump ten times her height;
My butterflies are best beauty-keepers,
My fish-aquarium is a delight;
Monkeys, though, disturb my garden sometimes,
My horses, though, mislead my-ways often,
My geese, though, seem maliciously grumbling;
My pets, indeed, commit no heinous crimes,
They need, never in life, find a coffin,
Human life, midst pets, is, sometimes, fumbling...!!!





02 May 2022
Form: Ode

Twinkle Twinkle

TWINKLE TWINKLE

Twinkle trinkle little pig,
Eat your slops so you’ll grow big.
Be you sow or be you boar,
You must eat a whole lot more.
Twinkle twinkle little pig,
Eat your slops so you’ll grow big.

Twinkle twinkle little chick,
Eat your corn and grow up quick.
Be you free-range or intense,
Very soon you’ll be immense.
Twinkle twinkle little chick,
Eat your corn so you’ll grow quick.

Twinkle twinkle  calves and lambs,
Chew heartily; build up the grams.
Be you early, be you late,
Very quickly put on weight.
Twinkle twinkle calves and lambs,
Chew heartily; build up the grams

Twinkle, if you only knew,
We would soon be eating you.
Be you white or be you red,
We’ll be waiting when you’re fed.
Twinkle, if you only knew,
We would soon be eating you.

Parody of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
8th May 2023
Mother Goose Grows Up poetry Contest
Sponsor - Miranda Hawley
Form: Rhyme

Where is your Moon Under Water


Where do you think is the best place to drink & pints clink with a nod and wink to George Orwell..



Ruse how do you choose your “Moon Under Water”

Tricky like picking between your own son & daughter

Orwell did reckon draft stout must beckon or porter


Not daft posh nosh supper places in Upper Slaughter

Holler for each blue collar scholar as this is their altar

Beacons of blushing bricks laid memory made mortar


Rugs hug stark stony slabs hops grabs beams dark 

Tobacco treacle tones taints paints dreams we hark

Past embers spark cast gleams last wafts drift & lark


Same timeless fickle timber timbre tickles each fitting
 
Eases the blues folks flitting from their pews wits pitting

Shackles & hackles lose cackle crackle in flames spitting

Adored names amuse maraud the muse frames all sitting

Envelops smorgasbord horde games develops unwitting


Sublime times past their prime couldn't be fraughter 

Pub co scams so many go just lambs to the slaughter

An inn to be the hub it oughter in Moon Under Water

No not that taunt of some expat haunt out in Malta

Ingredients nestle don’t wrestle in pestle & mortar

Can’t really falter a dearly loved pub's clearly ripsnorter
Form: Rhyme

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