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Premium Member Mouse or Mountain

My life is made up of so many stages.
I change as I go through the ages.
A rambunctious child and a shy little mouse.
A loving teenager and a right proper louse.
Through the changes of every season,
There is no uniform rhyme or reason..
Maybe luck from a coin in the Trevi Fountain,
Will change a mouse into a vast mountain.
What I am today, I may not be tomorrow,
Affected by a lottery win or tragic sorrow.
The best I can do is lay a solid foundation.
To nurture goodwill and ward off trepidation.
To always look on the bright side of life.
Helps when faced with trouble and strife.
To always be someone they can rely on,
There when they need a shoulder to cry on.
It’s great to be a mountain some of the time.
A hard act to follow when not in my prime.
It’s nice to know that someone is there.
If I am feeling feeble and need some care.
To answer the question Mountains or Mice,
It’s a matter of preference, both can be nice.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Nowhere Can the Golden Light Stay, Mourning For the Queen

In the waning moments of daylights song;
night birds at rest call softly to the stars
cicadas and crickets noisily sing;
as the golden hour waves goodbye.

Baby deer and ducks look on amazed;
everything goes silent; it’s the edge of night;
a lonely Queen sits, shining her crown;
for nowhere can the golden light stay.

During the dark of night a misty rain falls
touching treetops along the deep valley.
Dripping from branches to rising creeks;
Sleepy eyes carry water from the fountain.

Memories of her float about the fields
from winding paths we feel her presence.
Into the depth of our hearts; the memories speak,
of an old broken tree that used to stand tall.

A hummingbird gently nuzzles a trumpet vine;
the sun falls gracefully upon her passing;
the old queen’s crown shall always shine;
But nowhere can the golden light stay.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Black Smoke Rising

His boots are trekking  through a foreign land
 Rifle ready to deliver death....
 But it's his blood that stains the desert sand
  And it's there he draws his final breath

 Bullets fly along a lonely desert road
 As soldiers fight hard to survive
 Another IED explodes
 Causing more to lose their lives

 As the battle rages on
 They radio for air support
 Soon their enemies will be gone
 Blown away in war's distort

 In a town not far away
 They see black smoke rise
 The town is now a ruin of gray
 As jets go roaring cross the sky

 Dead bodies are strewn on the ground
 As they look on with merciless eyes
 Death echoes all around
 As they hear the children cry

 5/21/17
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Snail Paced

Lost, empty, dead inside—
All typical words of irrational despair
Cradled lust
Wandering in a foreign land,
Dazed and disoriented
Crushed and soured in youthful wisdom
I wish I had hung on longer…

Daisies in the sunlight
Him, behind her
The most beautifully shaped smile I have ever seen
So glad it was all captured in that one photograph

Snails crawl down the pavement
Trust loses its glamour 
I am desperate to crawl away from the slime of deception
The very slime that I leave behind…

Evil overtakes the weak-minded
The strong look on, glad it is not them
Gargoyles grin in happy anguish
Sin is pride

There is no room to be the devil’s advocate
I cannot be singled out of the sorry crowd anymore
I cannot even gather enough thought to write
My wings are so wounded,
I cannot even bare to think of the possibility of flying

So worried, so sad, words largely overlooked
So many layers and so many ideas overlooked,
Always thought of, but never written down
Never coming to light
Your dimples make me cry…

I am so exhausted
I wish to sleep forever
My fingers are sore, my pencil is purple
I feel like time is losing its meaning
It is losing its power among the majority of maggots
The wristwatch is pinching me
And the hands on the sad clock with Roman Numerals have stopped

Maybe the battery has died
Mine has not, and yet I am not moving very fast
There is no progress here

It has been more than five years now
Since the day I looked into those green suns of eyes
Too long for my liking

I would rather feel the darkness, be the darkness
But instead I am gray, boring and dull
The fact that not one truly cares
Does not bother me as much as the smile 
The smile so far away

Alice in Wonderland
Caught in a cold, wishing myself better
I overwhelm myself to faerie dust
Welcome dreams…welcome rest

Premium Member The Stairway To Heaven

My 3-year-old showed me something on my phone... 
And said, "look at this place"
Bewildered, she seemed frightened 
I could see it...by the look on her face
 
When I looked at my phone; inconspicuously 
I thought to myself, "hmm-why fear"
Swirling through the sky and all through the clouds 
A mountain of steps, reaching to...somewhere  

She tries her best...to count all the steps  
But, at age three, she had barely counted to seven
So long a trail...geez  
I lost count, after one thousand-eleven 

So getting back to the fear she endured... 
Was from the stairway to heaven that was built by the lord
Then when I explained, to her...it was meant for the good 
She smiled so sweetly, just the way...that I thought that she would  


Look At This Place Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Matt Caliri  
4/7/2021
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Troubling Times

In our chaotic world, harmony has 
retreated, leaving us at a loss,
Now, hopelessly, we look on as chaos 
prevails, sanity crumbles and reason 
tossed,
And amidst all the madness of greed, 
discord and unrest,
We are each searching for a peaceful 
place to take a moment to rest.

Instead, we’re blindly moving in 
different directions, trying to find 
solutions for a way out,
But in every corner, there’s something 
that raises doubt,
Fights break out as voices clash and 
opinions differ,
In this chaotic state, it seems like 
everyone is at the edge of a cliff, with 
some saying jumping off might be 
better.

In the turmoil close ties are broken, 
friends turn into enemies and love 
into hate,
Then a darkness overtakes them, 
sealing their fate,
All they have are screams of 
anguish, constant tears of pain, 
And death and destruction flow like rain.

Yet, amongst the turmoil and despair, 
some with strong Faith still see a 
flicker of light that inspires hope,
A chance for rescue through kindness and 
compassion, thus offering a way to 
cope,
So let’s stand together amongst the 
shattered dreams and  help each 
other through this plight,
Through unity we can find the 
strength to rise like the Phoenix from 
the ashes, soaring high towards a 
place and time of stability and no more 
deadly fights.


by Zyrool

Premium Member Let Your Wind Blow Free

Must explain my reason for grinning
It's not what you might think
Got a cramp down in my nether regions
Maybe too many beans methinks

It's easy for people to think I'm just happy
Coz I am the majority of the time
The look on my face can be very similar
This time it emanates from behind

Think I just need to let a big boomer go
One that could shatter tall buildings
I hesitate to let the damn thing fly
For fear, it would loosen people's filling

Guess I'll just have to suffer in silence
Till I reach a McDonald's restroom
If I make it, I hope they build 'em strong
Down with my drawers then kaboom!

The shattered remains can still be seen
They decided to make the site a memorial
Seventeen people have lost their eyesight
Six swore off Big Macs overall

Now I've divulged my reason for grinning
It's not that I'm happy, you see
The real reason is an internal combustion
Not allowing my wind to blow free!
Form: Narrative

The Brightest Girl In The Room

She didn’t deserve it
Yet death never ceases. 

She was the brightest girl in the room
Despite injuries blocking her passion.
She conjured smiles and laughter and eye rolls
With everything she did.

Then she experienced her first loss
And the candle flickered if only for a moment.

Then she was back to herself
For even death could not stop her.

Until it tried again.

And after it failed another time,
It came again. 

All in less than a year.

I sat and watched in silence
Watched her being comforted after sharing the news of yet another funeral
And wondered
How she does it
How she still gets up in the morning
Puts on a smile
And keeps on living
Not just surviving.

Because I was her just a few short years ago.
But instead of staying strong like she does
I crumpled
And gave in to the weight of the loss.

Yet this girl still has that innocent look on her face
And the spark in her eyes.

So either she’s so good at faking
She’s convinced the most experienced empath,

Or we could all take a page out of her book
And take what life throws at us with her grace.

Premium Member It ain’t heavy it’s my boulder

One must imagine Sisyphus’s 
boulder, marble-sized these days
And Ozymandias’ plaque,
spinning despair into praise
Look on, ye hypocrites, 
and sneer at my undoing
Your universe is a giant sandpit, 
entropy accruing

Their legacies long crumbled, 
eroded by rust
Gods built the wrong way, 
on scaffolds of dust
Virtue or vice register 
equally the same
Except between stars, 
there’s space for one more grain

Down here, we clock in daily, 
stack hours like prayer
Worship strong Wi-Fi, 
evangelize on thin air
Imagine heavenly echoes,
because the silence isn’t fair
Some develop connection, 
others a thousand-yard stare

Our Earth splits naturally, 
along seismic lines
Greenwich claims centre stage, 
only for the meantime
Sisyphus, still aching, 
gets an epidural at last
But only in hindsight, 
for his hump blocks the past

Redrawn are our own lines, 
watchtowers in the sand
Sketching new borders, 
carving up the promised land
Exhume ancient treasure, 
and black, viscous stuff
Addicted to all things buried, 
as if our dead weren’t enough

Still we write blindly, 
tracing glyphs already faded
Helps lift the mood 
when depressed and jaded
Gods stand on shaky ground, 
myth holds them together
In schisms that bind billions,
then sever forever

Oh, look on—ye poet 
Sisyphus now rolls his eyes
He’s seen the apps, wars, 
hoodies, and cable ties
His hamster wheel’s a meme 
for gods who merely try
Small wonder he mutters, 
at least Ozymandias gets to die

And sometimes I pray to gods, 
or maybe their ghosts
About versions of me 
I’ve been missing the most
They don’t directly answer, 
but do leave this guess
In the end, to keep on rolling 
may be my passing success

By David Kavanagh
Form: Rhyme

The Brightest Jewel

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So precious is the jewel, that dwells in your heart, 
brightly it does shine, in its glory and light,
walking through my dreams, in a warm, starlit sky, 
the most precious jewel, walking through paradise, 
you are a jewel for today, a jewel for tomorrow, 
a most precious jewel, for a man to possess.

In dreams of precious love, my heart you possess, 
you smile and my heart is lost to life’s glory, 
I look in your eyes and I see perfection, 
intelligence does shine, from the light of your face, 
within life’s dreams, you are my endeavour, 
you make a light to shine, within this Dark Man’s dream.

Music does play, come into the heart of man, 
in this realm of divine love, we shall now dance, 
within my arms, now floating, The Brightest Jewel, 
as we dance to the tune that Pan does play, 
a light tune of pleasure dictates to the heart, 
as I look on dream’s beauty, my priceless jewel.

Every part of you does shine like a jewel, 
no amount of money could buy your sweet grace, 
dance within my heart, let our joy find its way, 
lost within the light, of our love’s, ancient dream, 
you are the most precious jewel, I ever hold close, 
the one, I would surely give all I am for.

You are all I’d live for, you are all I’d die for, 
the light of my dreams, in a world that is dark, 
in all my tomorrows, you shine in my thoughts, 
as we both dance under Luna’s true moon, 
holding you in my arms, I feel your divine, 
tears fall from my eyes, for you are so precious.

In life, as in dream, you can be so precious, 
the jewel that shall ever shine in my heart, 
I shall walk through life, happy and smiling, 
knowing you dance with me, through every day, 
I could hope my words, could keep love shining, 
only in dreams, can my words paint your glory.

Many are the dreams we possess,
when a man does love a woman,
she shall forever be, The Brightest Jewel.
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