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Hymn Mi Row-Knumb

Reclaimation
Recyclation
Drilling into
stone to
manage water
waters to be
reclaimed 
stored and
reused.
Then how might
I speak such when
My existence can
be questioned in
opposition to my
Claim.
Fro. Stranger to
Less strained.
Might the freindly
way of sacred
trust trickle upon
the stranger
Uncitifed to be
Country enough
to be Human!

The bassoons stopped when
the piccalos spoke of reclaimation
and desaltifcation
To let the cymbals speak to
trumpeted muses.
Oh clear!
Might my waters
Quinch my thirsty
Palate.
When they speak me
as existed, to make
Me evil and my
exhistance vain!

Sarah of Raleigh Durieum!
Summa Thyme
I want for you to say
Cause I wanna put mi
Light shades on !

By
A. C. Terry Jr.
Form: Ballade


Premium Member Red Moon Rising

RED  MOON  RISING

      Red Moon rising
       on a total lunar Eclipse!
       Reddish tinge ! A glimpse.
         not surprising !

      Bubbling bloody Moon !
       Mellow mystic maroon.
      Science announcing :
        Raleigh Scattering .
          Under umbrella 
          of  the umbra
    Moon catching reddish hue
       displays red shade on view.

         More cloud, more dust
        in Earth's atmosphere
         The more redder 
         Moon to appear.
          as eclipse to last.

         Poet feels lunatic passion,
         blazing fiery fusion.
         igniting dormant desires to burst.
         Entwined emotive urge and lust.
         Red Moon Rising above,
         enchanting, surprising couple , in love.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Queen Elizabeth I

Queen Elizabeth I

A ll things are as it may, beckons a queendom of two faiths,
B orrowed Boleyn's "B" blue brocade the better choice made,
C ancer claims the spring, agrees with the passage of her sister,
D elves to part the heavens anew throne, amidst assassins, lurking
E ffervescent Elizabeth surrenders calmly a surreal destiny,
F orward justice by the will of grace, and a whimsical gestured cloaked puddle
G reat be her ascension not quiet to title claimed by Mary,
H eretics purged sweetly returns, catholicism stands down
I n a realm of stories a chapter freshens a protestant queen
J oyfulness echoes chambered walls, as a parley of power slithers
K ing bequeathed in a woman's dress, as a pence-less nation recovers
L ustrous gems befall righteously, as Spanish gold doubloons are pirated
M en neath ruffles maneuvering positions placates a capricious court
N orfolk his grace whose days are numbered for treason, pride begs none
O nly wisdom and loyalty keep heads secured, within a fickled court
P alace breeds a treacherous bedfellow, proffers an end worse than death
Q ueen banished him to seclusion as a fading insignificant consequence,
R ewards Drake, Raleigh and others from a grateful empire as her saviors
S aves her empire whilst arrogant Philip of Spain loses his in humility,
T enders Raleigh to his Virginia pretense in her name,
U nsettling execution of Mary Queen Of Scots, in harm's way, opens floodgates
V ersed in archery and horseback riding ascertains her birthright,
W ell endowed in the role of the sciences versus human endeavors,
X enial role model for women, mirrors removal tames loose tongues
Y ields to her title as the Virgin Queen, as her treasury is restored by the West
Z eal was her marriage to England, strengthen via the bogs of Ireland

2020 February 07     

*1st Place*

ABECEDARIAN CONTEST
~~Caren Krutsinger

*Honorable Mention*

STRAND SELECT G any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand

Twentynet-70s

My childhood memories of the 1970s in England

                     Flared trousers
                      Platform shoes
             Long hair, sideburns, beards
             Abba and beautiful Agnetha
                    Raleigh Chopper
                       The Exorcist
                       Open shirts
                        Lava lamps
 John Travolta and Olivia Newton John
 Starsky and Hutch and Charlie’s Angels
                        Star Wars
                   Decimal currency
 Three piece suits, long collared blouses 
    Hendrix, Callas, Elvis and Bolan die
         Carry on films with Sid James
                  Brut and Hai Karate
              David and Angie Bowie
                 Margaret Thatcher
                   Workers strikes


Jack Horne for Nette's TwentyNet contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Heraldic Blessing

Under development 


Azeur Seme  fleur-de-lis, Spencer's chivalry.
Within my soul my hearts sings sonneting 
Of Raleigh Medieval poetry, I  set sail the seven seas ; 
Tis the dance of a B Minor melodic symphony, 
The horizon of an adventure awakens in me 
Oh how sweet an anthropology gently upon my Ebony and Ivory , 
Azure Seme fleur-de-lis heralds our welcome home 
Within my soul I draw near to land ;
Every note my diaries quill penned 
Ne er will my adoration fail your fair hand 
And the Sun riseth once again upon our welcome home 
Oh how sweet an anthropology gently sings in harmony 
Azeur Seme fleur-de-lis harks the Angelic symphony; 
Sings my heart and my soul together in sychronicity.


Karen Butler

“Our own Festival of Youth Sport reminds
us that the potential to achieving the highest
starts with home grown talent.” It's no jest. 
Karen works for the Girl Guides, the finest. 

She has spina bifida causing weak legs, 
And started shooting in the year of 1984,
With the Duke of Edinburgh, open door, 
The top award scheme where you core. 

Stoke Mandeville introduced her to guns, 
And she first shot in 1991 at the Euros, 
Which were there with Belgium portfolios, 
In the big West Flanders city of Bruges. 

Karen made her debut at the Paralympics
Of Barcelona in Spain in the year 1992, 
And went on to enjoy more Paras, due:
Three - Atlanta, Sydney and Rio with ado. 

She thoroughly enjoyed Operation Raleigh, 
Which was a disability trek to two islands, 
Over the Atlantic to Turks, Caicos sands, 
Where she dived among the coral strands.

Premium Member Magpie

Merge with me
Together we will be sky.
You the black phoebe
And I the magpie

 Primping our faces
And our favourite places
With our feathery youth
Our soft-spoken truth

Knowing for always
That we belong in a song
lock our eyes in avian gaze!
what could be so wrong?

I am half of me and half of you.
And you are too.
By my side, clouds we ride.
Be my man, I be your bride.

Hold me in harmony, tell me all your names.
I feel not forsaken.
In your arms I awaken
To honey pouring morning
Where crows need not croak warnings

There is no danger here.
No hawk or falcon come near
No blight, famine, or fear

just Raleigh scattering
across the horizon
an endless blue 
a hopeful hue
love under you.

Merge with me, 
We'll be sky
Half of you, half of I.

Variations On Theme of Red

Variations on a Theme of Red 

Color of bold that daubs the sunset bright
Old fair weather friend of shepherd’s delight
That taints the emblazoned rays of gold 
Displayed a glorious red for all to behold

Rare crimson moon adorns a shady backdrop
A Raleigh scattering miracle of red that’s set to shock
Its sign of fate that casts a gloom upon the earth
For some at least who warn of pending doom and death

Blood red that gives the erythrocyte its hue
When paired with oxygen a healthy glow anew
When starved of red, blood slowly turns to blue
A drop in oxygen levels is certain to ensue 

Poppy red defines this flower in silent meadow strewn
Whose fragile petals reflect frail life that’s prematurely hewn
These sanguine emblems stand firm upon the plaintive ground
Lest we forget the bravery of which we are so proud

Bright red fans the fiery flames that make a grateful warmth
And cheers and lights a chilly night seated round the hearth
But when misused, this type of red becomes a thing of danger
As out of control this wildfire, is certain to endanger

Rusty red boasts taints of brown with coppery appeal
Less blatant, an iron oxide, for stage lighting it’s ideal
But cardinal red stands lofty as a churchman’s stately dress
This red adorned at conclave is destined to impress

And like the rose my love appears, a summer beauty born
But when the red petals disband, reveals the hardy thorn
Blush red will grant the skin, its rueful splash of cringe
As well as blotchy red after a night out on the binge

So red is the color of differing shades  and styles and taints
Its variations abound amongst a multitude of paints
Seeing red at life will give you great feelings of anger
But when upon a canvas, will make it look much grander
red
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Not So Funny

I think smoking is quite funny,
Stuck in the mouth, like a dummy
Smoke billowing out from the ***
After every single drag
Eyes get tired from the smoke
You cough so much you nearly choke
Tobacco rolled up on a piece of paper
Sir Walter Raleigh started this caper
One wonders if this Raleigh bloke
Thought of cigarettes as a joke
As he saw people cough and splutter
And once or twice, was heard to mutter
I have started a trend
That some will not comprehend
Or understand
They were aware it could be addictive.
If afflicted,
And will always need a cigarette at hand.
Some thought smoking was sophisticated
And not related
To a threat to one's health
The sellers were only concerned with the wealth
Not the health of the user,
Perhaps Sir Walter didn't know
How much the sale of cigarettes would grow
Why is smoking so attractive
When it can make smokers inactive
When your lungs get full of smoke
And you want another Puff
Will you think it is a joke
And realize enough is enough
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Thinking Anew

Old Charleston Charlie is sick of waiting
For all of the haters to stop hating
So is his friend Savannah Sue
She’s fed up with all of the poo
Birmingham Bob recalling Bull’s dogs
And how that history changed in the log
Atlanta Alice while cleaning her palace
Decided it was time to drink from a new chalice
Ollie from Raleigh while riding the trolly
Had this epiphany, his choices had brought folly

Suffering in the malaise of old slipping Jimmy
Breach of their trust, by young slick Willie
A failure of go, lasting legacy of the big O 

Their dreams washing away in the sea of rhetoric
So little hope, yet so much changed
So much was lost, for so little gain
Washington crushing the folks on Main

Now is their time for thinking anew
Perhaps they may change your point of view
Form: Rhyme

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