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Premium Member Forsaken Loft

A  bittersweet taste of  isolation grips
While climbing high on a forsaken loft ,
Escorted by a window’s glassy beam
And  I notice a disarray of keepsakes…
History books, stale cigars, antiques
In fluted trunks all muddily undone:
Somehow,  a cloud turns deep violet 
Where I uncover a file of private notes;
Intimate as your very skin, your breath

Marking  our years’  affectionate episodes—

`````
Till my dire soliloquy, my  ached calls ,
Hide beneath an ocean of  black stars
Recalling now,     your gentle  kiss
As you leave to fetch a  Sauvignon
Warming a rainy October nightfall :
Yet sirens greet me, deafened by 
Fate’s ending       This room holds me
In total vagueness that my lungs 
Pine for your name I can only hear,

As midnight groans like a widow for it.


11/20/2017   Picture 3
Photostory Contest for Eve Roper


Premium Member With Love and Forgiveness In His Heart

Love
                                                              Life
                                                           Journey
                                                       Lead by God
                                                 We are all the same
                                           It is never too late to change
                             He gave us the B-attitudes by which we’re to live
        For He suffered by being put to death in the flesh, but made alive in the spirit

By: Eve Roper
3/13/2015

 Syllables Per Line: 9 0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21

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© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Fibonacci

Premium Member Ho Ho Ho Nursery Rhyme

Ho! Ho! Ho!
Santa and his helper elves stacked the sleigh
With presents for children on Christmas Day 
Soon off they would ride 
Through wintery skies 
Jingling bells and Ho! Ho! Ho! all the way.

Rudolph leads the way, he's head of the herd
His shiny nose lights the way undisturbed 
He's happy and proud
To ride through the clouds
Bellowing Ho! Ho! Ho! whenever stirred.

Santa Claus sits at the back of the sleigh
Keeping gifts in his sack safe on the way
He has lots of toys
For all girls and boys
A big Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa has to say.

Singing Christmas Carols all journey through
As Jesus is the gift for me and you
The night casts a spell 
O’er earth all is well
And there’s Ho! Ho! Ho! from Santa and crew.

When Santa's work is done then there is fun 
As Christmas celebrations are begun 
Fairies and elves dance
And the reindeer prance
Ho! Ho!Ho! another year's task finespun.

*+*

3rd December 2022

Children’s Limericks Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Form: Limerick

Premium Member She Sits Alone

Emilia sits all alone and she reminisces
Of sweet romance and gentle kisses
She misses her husband; he’s away at war
Still she longs for him to be with her once more  

Tears well up in her sapphire blue eyes
As she longs for his touch and she can’t disguise
The pain she feels deep down in her heart
over the many months they’ve been apart

She reads over his letters time and time again
He’s away on a mission and he can’t explain
where it is in the world that he’s been sent 
But he sends his wages to pay their rent

Emilia gazes at the photos of their wedding day
and the collage she made from her scented bouquet
She still wears her blonde hair plaited upon her head
It’s the very same style she wore when they were wed 

The silence is broken as their baby daughter cries
She has her mummy’s fair hair and her daddy’s blue eyes
Emilia picks up the baby from her nursery cot
and cuddles her gently, for now she’s all Emilia’s got

She sits alone Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper

08-05-17
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sentimental Sighs

The attic door opens to shed light on the past
  Where old treasures are now stored
 Old documents into boxes are now cast
 Along with old albums of vinyl records

 The old machine which grandma used to sew
 Stitch memories with sentimental sighs
 Golf clubs, where "eagles' and 'birdies' used to fly
 They gather dust as time goes by

 Shopping bags hold things unseen
 Fabrics piled up in hues of white and green
 There are many things here to explore
 But for now, I'll close the attic door.
                          --
 11-9-17
 Photo 3 
 Contest: Photostory
 Sponsor: Eve Roper
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Carousel Knight

A brave little knight in the carousel sky
Chose the white horse with his head tossed high
The one who pranced with a warrior's pride
To soar through the clouds where evil foes hide

Above the horizon winds carried his stallion
Harnessing his steed as his cavalry companion
So white was his mane as the billowing clouds
That fluttered in the wind like a silken shroud

Trudging through battles of wars long ago
Over scarred lands of his kingdom below
His fight had no ruin or blemish, he was courageous
The White Knight's crusade was simply to enchant us!

April 4, 2020
Carousel Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:  Eve Roper
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Rose and Twinkle Toes

A long, long time ago (it seemed anyway)
Rose
and her cat Twinkle Toes were     dreaming
it was a wonderful fairy tale dream of a lovely house.

The house was painted  a lovely shade of sky blue;
(inside too)     and rested on top of a high cliff
and a huge flower garden grew
and a fairy twinkling girl lived there too.

Rose and Twinkle Toes played all day long running
and jumping  with the fairy 
until it seemed to Rose      that
they
had been in this dream
for     a very       very long time,
although a diet of jelly beans was delightful
and they loved the little fairy.

Rose and Twinkle Toes really did long for home
and sleeping in their little attic room
under a pink blanket     till morning
and a new day ... (Oh Twinkle Toes I miss home !  Don't you?)

But here in dreamland
every day is beautiful and sunny 
with never a cloud ever    so
Rose decided to go on a journey (to find home)
and with Twinkle Toes following they left
the pretty house on the cliff and the
garden and fairy     far behind.

They met many strange and odd creatures
that said hello
and the scenery was amazing     yet
there is no place like home
(as Dorothy would say).

Then a south wind sent them in a twirl.

It blew away the blue house     the garden 
(and maybe the fairy)  Rose and Twinkle Toes, 
were  tumbling    and pages of books flew by   and books
and Rose held Twinkle Toes to her heart.

Then, Rose found herself in her attic    room
and Twinkle Toes was sleeping    on the bed      
Rose whispered . . . 
Twinkle be careful what you wish for!

__________________________
February 11,  2017

Poetry/Narrative/Rose and Twinkle Toes
Copyright Protected, ID 17-874-323-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym. 

For the contest, Fairy Tale For Children
Sponsor, Eve Roper

Third  Place
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Now and Then

In our small community, there was a library surrounded by a playground filled with play equipment for children. There was a large and strong swing set 
made of iron. There were also a sliding board and merry-go-round, both large. This swing set was the best, and it was built to last, with no fear of breakage.                                                                                      

Whenever the coast was clear, and if no one chased us off, we'd play for hours. "Coast was clear?  What on earth do you mean?".  What must be understood is this: In America, I grew up in the 50's and 60's in the rural South.  Jim Crow laws were in full force, and that presented a major 'bigger than life' problem that my friends and I had to overcome.  There was only one playground in town, and  it was for "Whites Only".                                                                               

However, in this heavy farming community, our playtime was limited and restricted.  Because of that, when the 'spirit of playtime' embraced itself around us, we were willing to violate the rules and have fun as long as we could, which usually was a very short duration.  It was like flying through the air without wings on childhood aircraft forbidden to us.  So many other freedoms that  were taken for granted by most kids in America were denied to us; but to play on that vast playground was so much fun and so liberating, that we broke the Southern Rule.  I cannot count the many times that we were chased off; but we always went back, again and again.                                

No. We were not trying to change the world; we just wanted to swing.         
No. We were not fighting for civil rights; we just wanted to slide on the boards. We were simply innocent kids, looking for joy rides on the merry-go-round.
If we had a motto, it was not "Let Freedom Ring; but rather, "Let Freedom Swing".                                                                                                  

That was over 50 years ago, when Jim Crow was alive and well in America. Now, most people prefer to forget that he ever lived. I choose to remember.*

10192017 Contest, The Sounds Of The Past, Roper; Chosen picture for theme: The Swing Set; 2ndPl;*"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it", John Santayana

Premium Member Santa and Frosty

After their work was done
                               Santa and Frosty wanted some fun
                                       Off to town they did go
                                     To take in a Disney Show
                          Candy, popcorn, and many frosty drinks
                                           They did partake
                        At intermission they need a bathroom break
                                  Santa stood in horror and fright
                     As he watch and hollered a warning on that night
                  Where Frosty hands had been there was only a stub
                    Because under the dryer his hand, he tried to rub
                            Now they need it to snow some more
                      To replace the parts of Frosty left on the floor


By Roper 12/14/2014
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I Wish You Were My Sister

We are not related, but you are always there
To lend me support, I’m so lucky that you care
When my husband had surgery and was so very ill
Your friendship was amazing and you are here for me still

My family in particular gave me so little support
You stepped in with shopping and little gifts that you brought
I have found a true angel and her name is Chris
If I could chose a relation then I'd have you for my sis 

We can’t choose our family but we can choose our friends
I hope our friendship lasts forever until our life ends

Contest:- When older or younger siblings step in
Sponsor:- Eve Roper
12~ 28~15
Form: Rhyme

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