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Premium Member - I Feel Empty -

The discouragement
                                            do not let go
                                              Every step
                                          on this journey
                                         feels unbearable
                                        The mountains rise
                                        - give me strength
                                         Saints and justice
                                         salvation and love
                                        Crawl for the truth
                                        settlement with sin
                                          a face - a facade
                                           My body hurts
                                        - but I do not care
                                        One of the weapons
                                            looked innocent
                                        But, price very high
                                          an inner struggle
                                            The heavy air
                                        must be blown away
                                      Empty gloomy thoughts
                                        - discouraged to fall
                                          A place to breathe
                                          my "reset" button





                                             10/04/2021
                                     Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
                                Copyright © All Rights Reserved

                                Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
                                    Sponsored by: Silent One
                                      1st place in the contest


Premium Member U might KNOW OF ME BY MY WEAR-

You might know me by my wear;
Sorely I stand before me, yet the me not really me, yet surely be
if you were to open door therein is hangers full of clothes that’s just there...
Shirts, cargo pants as well as regular pants by George ™
Matching flora, colorful plaids;
Hanging on hooks and Newspaper Boy Caps™ and Tams™;

Love me some denim jeans and cotton 
Light blues, pink, reds, browns, tans blacks and white
Flowered, neon, purples and violet, yeah still in them 70’s seams
My closet full of also Walmart George Wranglers™ and Levi™
Mustn’t forget them T-shirts by TEMU™
You might know me by my wear


7/15/24
For Sartorial Self Portrait Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jaymee Thomas

Premium Member My Dream Vacation

Tucked high into a saddle in the hills,
Set far above a river vale below,
With wooded glades and waters calm and still,
I cannot think a finer place to go.

A daybreak in the east will steal your breath:
Tequila sunrise bathed in swaths of pink.
A breeze is gently blowing ‘round the hill;
The solitude gives ample space to think.

The redbuds are in bloom in fuchsia hues.
The pileated drums beat out grub wars.
New life abounds, emerging from decay.
Above, a lazy red hawk circling, soars. 

When I’m away, I long here to return,
To wander oaken trails and hillsides roam.
My dream vacation, here before my eyes;
I pinch myself, for I’ve arrived back home.

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Seventh Place Winner
For the My Dream Vacation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L Milton Hankins
Written 03/04/2022
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Fire Poppies

Spring delights with nature’s song
But then summer comes along
With intention to compete
And excel with bouts of heat.

Stifling air by day and night 
Dazzling sun ablaze, too bright
Layered roads buckle and melt
Wildfires make their presence felt.

Searing tongues flicker and roll
Woodland burns out of control
Hungry beast won’t be denied
Till at last the flames subside.

Devastation, tears and pain
Cling to hope and autumn rain
To arrive, replace the gloom
With amazing super bloom…

Golden flowers orange, red
Hide the ashes and instead
Inflorescence soothes the heart
With the gift of nature’s art.

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A Jueju~Qijue Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
© 16th May 2023
Form: Jueju

Premium Member My Last Visit Grief

The day I got the call,                                                        I argued it could not be you.                                                                        I ran to fill my suitcase,                                                     then off to the airport.                                                       I prayed and prayed,                                                         please keep you alive until I can see you just one more time.                                                                                      God heard my prayers,                                                                              I was able to see you lying there almost dead.                                           One A.M. the call came in,                                                                  you were gone never to be seen again.                               The next year was hell,                                                                                  I could not sleep for thinking of you. 

Date Written: 4/23/2021 
Note: True Story

2 Place 
Grief in 12 lines or less Contest Judged: 4/27/2021  
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier


Premium Member Brooding Nimbus

Blackish, brownish, and greyish clouds on zenith call,
The white lambs like the ones below, unheeding, crawl;
The immaculate white egrets in elation,
Mock the grey herons, in calm Zen meditation;
Kow-kow of cuckoos and the coo-ee of koels,
Sound and resound in the idyllic nature strolls...!

A sense of sadness, yet, surrounds my whole being,
A bit of depression evokes a forced fleeing;
Memories fly beyond realms of nostalgia,
And soon turn into terrible cephalalgia;
Your flight beyond the skies toward spaces unknown, 
Comes to stay in the nimbus of my mind, forlorn...!

Those plants and flowers; butterflies and honeybees,
Those streams and rocks and mossy slippery tall trees;
Those frogs and fish and clams and mussels and wrasses,
Those fine foams collected around like molasses;
All these bring to my mind those golden days bygone,
Come back, if you can, dear, that I may find new dawn...!!!


20 June 2023
Any Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Forgiveness

If it were to be foe, I could bear it; He was my friend;
Why should he betray me? In public that too; at the end;
I kept him aside like a bone separated from meat,
Avoided the rarest of places where our shadows might meet...!

Public bus burning case of nineteen seventy seven,
Had peculiar facts and fancies fermenting like leaven; 
My sister and brother-in-law had engulfed by fire,
Leaving their only son survived of all dangers dead-dire...!

Those survived, like the escapees of great Titanic wreck,
Claimed for compensations; wherein my nephew, little speck;
With me, as his advocate sought his mother's ornaments,
To give him as right of inheritance and sentiments...!

My friend, defendant, established as though it's an urchin's,
No doubt, our relation, like drought-cracked earth, got deterrence;  
I worked hard to look-after my nephew; to make him great,
He's an entrepreneur now; I felt, I had won my fate...!

I wanted to know, why my friend did it for me; for what? 
You are always for your nephew - he said- who is for that...
Friendship should be understood as loving service he said,
I understood; cried and embraced him; all differences shred...!

Could I call this forgiveness, yet? No. This, indeed, is love. 
Has loving my friend, any limit? Love comes from above;
Giving and taking and supposed agape has its limit,
Doesn't forgiveness of less forgiven cross all summit...?


03 July 2022 
Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Please Be Quiet:

Please be quiet my dearest one,
for let our hearts speak true,
on this night of deepest passion,
let me embrace and hold you.

You are the one who keeps me alive,
please be here for me tonight,
I shall be yours and yours alone,
now come close and hold me tight.

Hush my dear don't speak one word,
for there is no need to communicate,
open your arms and welcome me in,
why must we wait or hesitate?

When all we need is each other right now,
So let us live this moment as the last,
And think not of our cares, only of love,
Together as one creating our future's past.


6~June~2017

For Q Form contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
© White Wolf  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Treat For Our Kitties

Having lived with various cats as great pets
we praise* God for their calm presence, so warm
never giving harm, purring with sweet charm 
cheering, when from fear of mice, each heart frets.

For occasions we celebrate with bliss
our cats graciously welcome every guest
making them feel at home along meow’s zest
feasting sumptuously; such not to miss.

In our home devoid of Halloween night
our Kitties display their odd feline tricks
while wowed by TV shows of bizarre pix
watching fellow cats of costumes delight.

Soon they will feast on their favorite meal
rice and fish mixed with vegetable relish
so pleased are they amidst nutritious dish
enjoying gracious treat around friendship* zeal.

*Psalm 145:10 All thy works shall praise thee, O LORD…

October 22, 2020
1st place, "Halloween Meow" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 10/24/2020.

The Perpetual Voyage

I dream of a lost abandoned place,
Ah! That evanescent paradise,
The fervent wind takes an eager pace,
My naive heart frets of velvet vice.

Ah! That evanescent paradise,
The road leads me to a vintage town,
My naive heart frets of velvet vice,
Alluring caricatures in brown.

The road leads me to a vintage town,
Frayed memories remind me to stay,
Alluring caricatures in brown,
My voyage blends me to float away.

Frayed memories remind me to stay,
The fervent wind takes an eager pace,
My voyage blends me to float away,
I dream of a lost abandoned place.

May 10, 2020
Used Image 2
For Pantoum Rhyme and Personification Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Eve Roper
Used 9 syllables per line
~Winner: Honorable Mention
Form: Pantoum

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