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Premium Member To Mom


My dearest mom, forty and eight years gone,
   although to me, it seems like yesterday.
You were too young to leave this earth at dawn
   that sad, regretful fall September day.

I miss your smile and gentle way you cared
   for me and precious grandkids, now all grown;
and how you would have taught and sweetly shared
   your love and talents that so brightly shone.

I feel your presence more than I can say-
   and know somehow your spirit lives in me.
If only life had granted us our way-
   our unsaid thoughts in life would never be.

Dear mom, please know that not a day goes by,
   I wish we'd shared more life before goodbye.


April 23, 2016,  Revised April 19, 2019

~3rd Place~
Contest: A World Without You
Sponsor: JCB Burl
Judged: 05/31/2020

~3rd Place~
Contest: What Was Left Unsaid
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 04/24/2019

~2nd Place~
Contest: Sonnet #3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 09/10/2016

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: To Mom
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Judged: June 4, 2016
mom
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Thar Blows Maria: Collaboration With New Additions

Too many hurricanes are causing havoc this season.  We might as well have a limerick collaboration about them since they seem to be in the news.  Please join in by sending me your limerick in a soup mail or email.


Hurricane Maria is the latest ole windbag
She'll huff and puff till her eye walls sag
She's blowin' in the tropics
Catastrophic among topics
Heed the warning of that hoisted red flag
                                     by: Lin Lane


I’ve heard Maria’s cooking up a storm
Pack your bags and head where it’s warm
She’ll cause such destruction
Which will lead to disruption
These old wind bags, they never conform!

These hurricanes really don’t care
Tossing houses right into the air
They’re a bane in our life
Like an old nagging wife
It's no wonder that folks cus and swear!
                                   by: Jan Allison


Oh Maria I hope you just fizzle out 
You're so full of wind with a nagging spout
Hurry and disappear
Blow on out of here
We're tired of that same old raspy shout
                                   by: Tim Smith


Oh Maria, we have had enough
We don't want to see you puff
We don't want to stress
Or clean up your mess!
Just weaken, and stop acting tough!
                                  by: Heidi Sands


Oh bad Maria, you have gotten so volatile
Blow yourself out and make people smile
Or maybe there's a chance
Another name you'll enhance
Hurricane Madness sounds very erstwhile
                                 by: Seren Roberts


Cinder's sits on the toilet in fear
Of the ugly sisters to appear
Irma arrives there first
Maria next to burst
gave cinder's chronic diarrhea
                               by: Roy Pett
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Conjugation Advised

Anne Bressington Lord Christopher Monkton Rashid Buttar dr Vernon Coleman dr Sherri Tenpenny Dr Peter  McCullough Dr Ben Tapper, nurse Kate Semrani nurse Shelly Tasker Deborah Conrad Jane Mikovits Del Matthew Bigtree Christine Ronald Bernard
Northrup Simone Gold  Robert F Kennedy jr Suzanne Humphries Andrew Wakefield
Kelly Brogan Joseph Mercola Lee Merritt Alex Berenson Ty Bollinger Alexandra Mention
Polly Tommey Barbara Los Fisher Rocco Gelato Dennis Rancourt Alex Jones Paul A Off it
 Dr Steven Hotze Dr Luc Montagnier Dr Mariano Amici Dr Jane M Orient Dr Micheal Yeadon
Father James Altman Paul Craig Roberts archbishop Vigano Maria Claire Edwards ex un official also Dr Graham Lyons 'Aus senator Malcome Roberts' president Jaier Bolsenaro Brazil Professer Francis Boyle 
Ricardo Bosi Luitenant colonel Australian sas retired. Dr Ronald Kostoff ( Dr Robert Malone Msrn experimental
Vaccine builder.) Dr Mercola
Form: Epic

Premium Member Maroon Afternoons

Before iron winter commands the land
The brown ground sparks a bittersweet blaze
Bonfire breezes cross in smoky strands
Where nut stashing squirrels pause to gaze
On museums of leafy orange haze

Maroon afternoons of apple's sharp bite
Foretells the night tomcats dress as jaguars
Tricking candies for ghoulish appetites
For sweet treats, they knock on doors near and far
As spells of cuteness fill their cookie jars

Even when the morning sun flees the east
And the rains arrive, secluded and dank
We prepare to share the harvest feast
For the coming spring, behind the cloud banks
For the warmth of family ~ I give thanks.

10/16/20

For 'Autumn' poetry contest
Sponsor: Francine Roberts

Premium Member Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green.
A maple crib stands in the corner.
It's a picture perfect scene.

There is only one thing missing
in this room so perfectly designed.
The baby was never to take a breath.
You have to wonder what God had in mind.

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
live behind an ever closed door.
To look at the would-be parents
you couldn't tell who was grieving more.

Not all plans have happy endings;
some endings never seem to end.
How much sadness can two people take
before they break instead of bend.

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green
in a room now shrouded in sadness
where no child will ever be seen.




~~~ 03/01/2013 ~~~
     Francine Roberts
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Love Versus Hate

Love, best expressed by giving                                                                                                                                   Hate takes, but it gives nothing                                                                                                                                      With love comes understanding                                                                                                                                  Hate brings confusion

04192017 PS Contest, it's a Dodoitsu kinda day,                                                                                           Francine Roberts. 3 lines of 7 syllables; 1 line of 5 syllables
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member Morning Breaks

Morning Breaks


Madness attended, donning grayish, flowing robes
Over the seductive scent of humid lust,
Rippling through the ghost like flash dance
Needy with the thirst for sun’s fulfillment.
Insatiably moistening pursed, begging, lips
No longer coy vixen, playing cat and mouse but
Greedy harlot - opening – awaiting - seeking

Breath of morning lights false dawn,
Rekindling lust’s longing after sunset affair.
Ecstasy, trembling beneath the thinning robes,
Awaiting the tantalizing touch, the golden 
Kiss, the full lipped brush of day’s forgiveness,
Soothing love’s ache as Morning Breaks.


John G. Lawless
6/25/2014

for Francine Roberts
Summer Acrostic contest
Form: Acrostic

Early Spring

*A Collaboration

The snow that shrinks in the glen and the wood 
Would gladly stay through the spring if it could.

While clouds have flown to free the sapphire sky, 
The liquid snow of winter tumbles by. 

It melts into puddles of liquid gold
As the sun's growing warmth exiles the cold.
 
The warming sun highlights the tips of trees, 
Inviting new growth, encouraging bees. 
 
The swaying daffodils are in full bloom, 
Yet others sleep in Mother Nature’s womb. 
 
Tiny green buds are peeking from the trees 
And big, white blossoms are soon to be seen!

The spring flowers raise their heads to the sun, 
Soon to be used for Easter bonnet fun.


*In the order they appear here, these seven couplets were written by: Craig Cornish, Isaiah Zerbst, Heather Ober, David Williams, Jack Horne, Andrea Dietrich, and Seren Roberts. Thanks for participating, guys! :)
Form: Couplet

Under the Introvert Sun

Your loosened hair 
Gleaming in the benign sun
Roses in our blood inhale dense air
Decking up before departure has begun 
The green is paling one by one

It's the dance of death in colour 
A fountain of farewell with a hue
For the cracking bones of October 
Palliating painters seated in queue
Picasso brown red and blue

The message on the train  is as clear as an apple
Our hues are too fleeting to hold
Come let's dance dear before yellowing begins in maple
Before our roots get too old
Under the introverted autumn sun let's melt our gold

October 20, 2020
Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts

Premium Member I Always Love To Read a Good Book

~I Always Love To Read A Good Book~ 
( Rhyming  Couplet) 


I always love to read a good book 
And sitting down with one beside a brook. 
Non-fiction or fiction, who cares! I'll check any book 
And when I read a great book I just get hook. 

I love them all small or very big 
Any way I get them for me, you dig. 
I travel with them about just anywhere 
And they usually take me to places I do care. 

I like them all with just a little gig 
And they perform for me nicely a jig. 
When I see a book that I really like 
I have to have it, before it takes a hike. 

I buy my books from special places, but mostly new, 
Sometimes, I can't swallow all that I want to chew. 
Books! Books! And more, I love them all kind of books 
Keep them all coming, together with my checkbook. 

I just love to read LOTR and all the books by J.R.R.Tolkien, 
Jane Austen, and the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S.Lewis also his friend, 
Give me the Holy Bible, Victoria Holt, Stephen King and Anne Rice 
Nora Roberts, Jackie Collins, and J.K. Rowling, all, they're all quite nice. 

So buying books I shall never, ever stop 
I prefer reading any time than floors in my house to mop. 
My favorite stops are the art stores and the bookshops, 
And in my list books, are always right, at the top. 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2004



December.26.2015
Form: Couplet

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