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Since a girl-
I have been sensitive
hiding behind mother was my place to be
my eyes were deep pools of sadness
brown swirls of sorrow
words said effected me too much
I could not brush them off-
that was not me . . .
I just went within
with my imagination making up stories
I would read books in a secret attic corner
at night I told my kitty- my sadness
father taught me about nature and I loved
wandering the forest all alone
I saw things that touched my soul
a little baby bird
young squirrels playing
nature growing
streams flowing
green lush vines creeping . . .
this is where I still find my peace
my tranquility-
as a young woman I remain quiet- often alone
in my silent world
words said still scar my heart and soul, and
for some reason my life has been a tangled path
a ravaged garden washed with death
I have lost everyone I ever loved-
but I treasure sweet moments of sublime beauty lived
and in the end my sorrow is
a blessing . . .
for it has made me the poet, and words
drip from my pen to create poems
yet in the mirror, I often see
that frightened, sad little girl looking at me . . .
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May 15, 2017
Free Verse/My Introspective Thoughts
Copyright Protected, ID 900506
For the contest, Introspective
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
First Place
Invisible
Often I will stand erect, a stood up smiling face
Reaching for the meanings, only longing but to trace
Full in view, invisible, as empty glances come
Still, I can not see myself; I’m blinded by the sun
What features lie about this broken painted piece of glass
Accepted deep within the realms as desperate feelings pass
Shattered in the eyes of none that take the time to hear
Foggy misted attributes a’ clinging crystal clear
That mirror with its gilded frame, hangs crooked on the wall
Creviced breach of promises that loudly ring the call
Reflections of a face I have not seen in many years
Answers lost in what these lines do fashion of the fears
Am I here, I ask of eyes now found to stare right through
My hand before my face does not obstruct my cautioned view
Existence, does it brew the leaves, so relevant the tea
Challenging the truth a’ swirl within this cup I see
Tomorrow may just find that I have all but disappeared
Lost amongst the wanderers of voided silent cheers
Will they still remember me as someone they have known
Crying at the window panes of tortured teardrops shown
Or merely the forgotten in the mass of needless sighs
Nothing but a figment that did never grace their eyes
Tossed about as ashes from the cigarettes they hold
Invisible, and left alone, to wither in the cold
Written for the Invisible Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes
I have been keeping secrets since I was a small girl
mammoth, gigantic secrets
little teeny, tiny, mini ones
I am an expert at the hush-hush
very good at top-secret
tell me and my lips are sealed
I will keep your disclosure under wraps
you can confide in me
I will never tell
all the enormous, monster secrets
or the itsy-bitsy
itty-bitty peculiar ones-
one day mother whispered in my ear
a very particular secret
she made me promise to keep it concealed
to never tell even to close family
that was years ago-
people have tried to pressure me
but I made a secret pact that day
even though mother died the secret lives
I have it tucked away in my head
but just in case, I wrote it down on paper
and put in a hidden place
that only I know-
it is a very specific thing
that I keep in a hidden drawer down a secret passageway
I bet you would like to know
NEVER, it is classified, you can torture me and the answer is NO
but I will give you a tiny, significant taste
it is a special ingredient
to a top SECRET recipe . . .
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December 5, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/'a top secret, secret'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9688-60-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, A Special Secret
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Second Place
A goddess of enchantment and of grace,
I blossomed first, the way a flower grows,
by sprouting from the earth. My lovely face
is petal soft, resembling a fresh rose.
However, this portrayal is a ruse.
I shift to any form I want to be.
But as a rose, I love my pretty hues -
among them - lavender and ivory!
My skills are myriad, and yet one goal
I focus on each time I cast a spell:
to inspire kindness in the human soul.
I simply breathe; my sweetness they inhale!
I’m Rosalicious. One day you might find
me in a flower’s scent, or you may see
a girl around whom everyone turns kind.
The world today is much in need of me!
For the My Super power is Contest of Lewis Raynes
If I should die, dress me in purple satin
On my neck a string of pearls fasten
Lay upon me roses red
A weeping tear shed
Oh, this I
Dread
Cannot lie
Life is a thread
The end of it, I do dread
Promise, I will not be forgotten
If I should die, dress me in purple satin
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June 22, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Andaree/My "deathly'' Fear
Copyright Protected, ID 16-803-432-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, A Poem That You Enjoyed
sponsor, Lewis Raynes,
Honorable Mention
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Written for the contest, Your Worst Fear
sponsor, Laura Loo,
First Place
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In my life so far, I have suffered pain,
been overcome with emotions of anger, hurt;
silent, I never did complain,
I just became an introvert;
I was detached and flat.
Then, one day I became a wildcat,
I was so tired of being a doormat !
I became full of fury and wrath, and rage,
a warrior fierce and in war I did engage;
until in deep anguish- I was in a locked cage.
An emotional cage of hurt and anger,
my spirit shattered- my heart aching;
I went still and took a breather,
the path I was on- crumbling;
then, revenge inside me faded,
I did not want to be the thing I hated
so all the hurt and anger I halted.
The effects of careless words last a lifetime,
but instead of fighting back, I take downtime;
and since I let go- I dwell in the sublime.
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November 28, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/'I walked with hurt and anger'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9670-08-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Emotional Anger and Hurt
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
Fourth Place
I am a snowy mountain painting scene
I also have a cabin on the land
People look to escape in beauty seen
A painter made me with delicate hands
I hang on the wall, in the cabin too
I also have a cabin on the land
I am bright near the window, sun shines through
Look at me and visit this pretty place
I hang on the wall in the cabin too
I love to see the smiles on people’s face
The evergreens around the lake bring peace
Look at me and visit this pretty place
The painter made me with feelings released
You can see it in the colors I show
The evergreens around the lake bring peace
There is a history to me, I know
I am a snowy mountain painting scene
You can see it in the colors I show
People look to escape in beauty seen
8/23/17
*Entry for Artwork Contest/Personification: Sponsor Lewis Raynes
Sometimes it’s like pulling teeth in pain, even with Novocain
Or climbing a San Francisco hill in a Chevy Chevette
Or trying to fly a kite on a none windy day
Words I say, from my heart to yours, seldom come easy
I’m certain my brain is not on ‘lockdown’ or it would
have told me so. Or maybe it did, and I simply wasn’t listening
It appears that I was born in the quiet zone, but I’m trying to get out
I wish that I was more vocal because you are a lover of words
It bothers me greatly that my words don’t flow as freely as a river
Is there a blockage? Is there a dame holding back words I want to
deliver? Although I know the beauty and the power of the spoken word;
Still, I struggle. But today, I sense a few fitting words, coming from
my heart to yours.
Please forgive me when I seem cold and distant, like the North Pole
Please do not hold it against me when I’m like the birds of Fall,
anticipating wintry weather. May it never be said of me,
that I have flown South on you.
Surely, it is not the fault of one such as you, who is as steady as
the sun, rising out of the Eastern sky. Never should one be blamed
who is strong and sure, fearless and faithful, so kind and true.
O dear one, may you never cease to be this way.
May it be said by me today without further delay.
You and I, forever together, we shall stay.
O, my dear beloved wife, the point is this:
I am sorry for the times I seem far, foreign, and dry.
There is no excuse for one like me, who’s such a lucky guy.
For I am blessed with one as lovely as the setting sun in the Western sky
04252015PS Contest, A Difficult Topc For You, Lewis Raynes
There’s a quiet in watching myself sleep
Like a buzz , a drone of calm abandon
Gently passing this fluid ocean , deep
Past reeds and tall grasses that slither on
To unknown whispering or gushing tide--
A current, steady as unconscious sigh
Rivering through the swooshes of my glide,
To bring rest from a wired day..I slip by.
Across glittering shorelines in moon’s flow;
My breaths bid me closer in an embrace
While I lie here in your summer, aglow
As whispers talk in lapses about grace.
Till after midnight, we both cuddle peace
For the drawl of evening pulls me, astir
Where in your arms- soft murmurs-- find release
Through a space between awareness and blur.
Talking In Your Sleep Contest 1/20/2017
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes