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Premium Member Society Of Secretly Puuurrfectly Poets Tribute

Such an array of complex verse,
orchestrated by a few crazy poets;
Catastrophe of emotions 
instigate more than a few masterpieces;
Engage to inspire that’s the goal,
tighten a skill release a breath of words;
Yank along a heartbeat and write,
over and over again;
Feathers and ink join in a light 
succumbing to a prompt or a soft purr;
Eloquently they swirl it all together,
catastrophe of emotions;
Rare phrases revitalized 
each with a brand new twist,
tantalizing other poets to 
learn what this group is all about;
You present a poem to earn a spot,
perhaps twenty lines, perhaps not;
Unequivocally your work,
unequivocally your soul;
Unconventional ways to think
result in classically avant garde; 
Rambunctious just like kittens,
feisty when excited about something;
Encouraging the group to stretch 
constantly from their norm;
Together a poetic tour de force;
Pulling a group into a round robin,
out of nowhere they find a home;
Everyone welcome just bring a pen,
take a try at a masterclass;
Society of secretly puuurrfect poets.
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member A Blue Odyssey-An Adventure in Paradise

June 04, 2024 For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest

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Thrilling explorations enlivened with adventure,
As my soul longs for a most special blue venture. 
The indulgent warmth of the sun revitalized me, 
Once having landed in this paradisiacal arcady. 

Palm twigs drift in a gentle breeze,
Infinite stretches of exquisite white sand seas.
Crystal-clear waters define a sapphire-sand idyll,
Archipelago of high-quality atoll and island tidal.

The locals saluted me with such a wide smile,
Their warmth and compassion are a lifestyle. 
Finding heaven filled me with immense pride,
Embraced by the breathtaking scenery to abide. 

Weeks turned into months, and days went away, 
As I danced beneath the sky, I felt freed to sway. 
However, an enormous urge sprang from inside,
For the sake of my native nation and kin pride. 

I finally reached a choice as time passed,
I started to obsess over my house, never stashed. 
The island, however, will stay in my mind,
I retain them as a spiritual treasure left behind.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ride of the Daystar: Har - Magedon

A great tumult has occurred in the sea
agitated waves tussle and brawl in the sea

A sea, whose waters are parted,
parted by a swarming multitude of beasts, and one Great Beast

Beast, I advise you, there is a King, a Star in the Day
riding upon a white horse, Eminent and August
	
August and Purposed was His way
sword in hand, fetters in one

One, without uncertainly, He rode toward the sea
and with certainty His strike was dealt

Dealt, the waters were parted
by means of one blow all the beasts were smite

Smitten, all but one, the Lord of the beasts
the Daystar turned his strength to the Great Beast

The Beast, skilled and adept, was struck with one articulation 
not with a song of death as its intent, but a rebuking

Rebuked, so it might not agitate the waters
fettered, so it could not provoke the sea

See now, the waters were parted
the bodies of which were two

Two parts, divided by the Daystar’s blow
one to the south and toward the north was one

One, agitated, heavy with salt, and broad as elapsed dreams
the North, tranquil and fresh. just adequate to chalice in the palms

Palms firm, the King turned His day heat to the south
and the waters evaporated, so that only pillars of salt remained

Remaining, the Daystar blessed his radiance on the North
with palms the King cupped the unsullied waters 

Waters in hand He tossed them into the desiccated earth
and the waters revitalized the salted land in support of the King

And the King continued to shed light on the waters for a thousand years
for a millennium, the earth blossomed.

Blossomed for a time, a time, times five hundred times
after which, the fetters would be loosed

Premium Member Resurrected

So close to death in Winter's cold embrace
Within a frozen dream I lie below
A pristine eiderdown of  fallen snow
Where ice has formed in patterns of white lace
That hold me  now suspended in this place
Until again I hear the water flow
When dawn is broken by a Rooster's crow
As your warm breath is felt upon my face

 
When you dear Spring arrive on Angel's wings
And melt this spell that Winter has on me 
Than I, your Mother Earth, will rise again
Revitalized by all the love you bring
To bloom in all the glory I can be
A sea of blossoms drenched in heaven's rain

Author:  Elaine Cecelia George

Premium Member The Sky Is Orange and Pink

Meeting you has turned my world into a haven for butterflies
Rainbows and rhinestones travel behind my unicorn smile.
I am noticing things I never saw before, everything new and fresh.
You are the reason, I give you all the credit; you are teaching me.

Your exuberance, excitement and enthusiasm have revitalized me.
I am not only a new you,
I am your YOU.
I will follow you anywhere.

For I know that wherever you go, dazzling stars light up the sky.
Happy is the chatter of the roses, and I will meet a new part of myself.
I look forward to it in every way and I thank you.
The sky is orange and pink today, in honor of you.
Form: Verse


Premium Member I Am In Such a Fibbernuggy Gobblemeister Mood

I am a wiggle button cremaster! I am a ghostly wiggle button weebutter!
Words flow in happy gobblemeisters today, and I cannot stop them.
I am in such a terrific fibbernuggly mood, my friend, Mr ClutterHutter!
Why do you call me that? My husband asked. Makes me rethink him.

A clowbugger, a barwiggle, a tromaker too! I sing loudly now and hot.
The more I free up my imagination, the louder and happier I sing.
Drew the purple polka dotted pony with red mane yesterday, did I not?
Loving my imagination today. Knowing the creativity she will soon bring.

My zigglemistic toes tap out a poem, so I am in the happiness zone.
The gobblemeister joyfulness of my imagination dance is plain.
I am new, fresh, revitalized. My fibbernuggly self I happily hone.
Creativity pens a fairy pirate queen’s unicorn holding a glittery I-phone.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Revitalized Love In the Fall of Winter

In the midst of vacant hours, echoes of expressions on opposite ends
are something of the same. Ruminating on questions; questions about
thy and questions about thou intertwined
with the then and the now. Thoughts
prelude to other thoughts of 
thoughts emerging to 
many thoughts.
Consulting and
considering 
the death
and birth
of us; is thy
disinclined 
to shed the 
events upon the
ground transformed
from a dream out of a
dream to this dream only of us?
A coherent argument it is, that the
memories back on yesterday brought us 
here today...But, when thy and thou bodies
meet and descend upon each accreting to the singular; occupancy
quickly overcomes vacancy leading the thoughts of many thoughts effaced.
(Sigh)...Thy and Thou love bolsters all the more today than back on yesterday.


Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT

12-11-2012

Premium Member Age of Renewal

The goddesses were the first to realize earth needed to be revitalized
They changed the skies to rivers flowing with heartfelt enthusiasm
Energy came from every direction, replenishing people’s souls
Excitement skipped into the valleys and meadows, lighting everything up

Gods were not eager at first, but they were won over.
Soon the trees were singing love songs, and bushes were all-powerful
The grass was filled with superhero energy that permeated the landscape
Could revitalization be this easy? Oh, my, yes, even easier.

All it takes is faith, and a willingness to change the scenery up a bit.
blues and grays of the river clouds began talking amongst themselves.
They could barely wait for the world to reawaken and energize.
It was a new era, where hope and faith were everyday feelings.

Love was remembered and revered once again.
And people began touching and talking.
Something they had forgotten about.
It was the age of renewal.

Premium Member Subject of Aspiration

 
Written: December 10, 2023
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Broken dreams scatter several shards of hope
Desperately discarded—suffered a horrible scope
As I recover from mind filth, dust draws on pieces
What was once whole and true has now ceases.

Reforming the elements—that form my mind
A whisper hive finds grace in the chaos behind
Broken glass reveals a tale of death born in flight
Cracked and remade—I find comfort in life's quiet.
 
Spirit split as I looked for the parts in this cut veneer
Amid the darkness—I struggle to perceive light here
Death may have altered the landscape I knew
But it can't ditch my brokenness-derived vigor, I drew.
 
I climb above with a love-infused midge
Every break teaches—every repair earns a bridge
Worth is how I pick shards at all costs, not the lost
Even if the road ahead may be rough and loft.
 
Each stride forward helps me grow and bloom
Evolving into something other than the gloom
Phoenix-like—I rise from the ruin and disarray
My spirit revitalized as I emerged from decay.

Not tied down by the heavy bands of the past.
I climb to the skies, as freedom dwells everlast.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Depression Sings

I will not be constrained within the arms of depression
So I push myself away from her
Rise from the bed
Wipe the smell of her from my limbs

I do not look back
lest I be turned to stone 
She lays on the bed with her Medusa smile
Singing her siren's song
"Come to me, let me pleasure you 
feel my softness
dive into my darkness."

My mind 
Pauses
Craves
I'm drawn to her whisper
Longing to suckle at the breasts of her iniquity
Too wrap myself in pleasuristic pain
seeking solace 
comfort
I cry to the heavens
deliver me from my demon
Do not allow her to devour me
Help me to crave a new light

I emerge renewed
cleansed
revitalized
Seeing beyond the lesser me
left in a state of thanks on bended knee
Light floods 
The shadows flee
I have escaped
She didn't win 
I was meant to be free

The other self was never me

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