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It's an eve before christmas day,
My darling can't come home yet.
He said he's in the middle of a traffic,
Caused of people crazy over shopping spree.
I felt sadden and blue...
My baby can't come on due,
We'll miss the kiss in the mistletoe,
No warmth hugs and "i love you's ."
Twelve midnight I'm alone and sad.
The expected gift still on the road,
Waiting for my baby ,feels so bored.
Eyes get tired and begun to close...
Then all of a sudden I heard a noise.
Trying to figure out what's outside the room.
I saw my baby beside the christmas tree,
Playing with a kitty,his surprise gift for me.
*AiyaH De Torres
12/18/2013
A hen to men
Mama's driving along to Seattle looking for her
runaway daughter, when out of the blue she
hears the radio host reading a poem written
by PP that's fast becoming a hit on social media
... life's delves not twelve ...for stave her grave. Please
Paris hear me, mamas on her way.
Mama then stares off to the other side of midnight,
praying that dawn is much better.
She runs
From guns
and men's
playpens
their lies
and highs
their slugs
and drugs
resist
their twist
she lives
survives
hell bells
bad spells
awaken
forsaken
she stands
her land
of worth
on earth
a hen
to men
she squawks
the walk
she's tall
to fall
life's delves
not twelve
so young
and sprung
feathers
weathered
for stave
her grave
Signed, Paris Pachecho
connie pachecho
12/29/16
I'm known to most as Dandelion.
Love me or hate me, I'm just fine!
My seedlings sprout- pale leaves incline
to grow a long, dark-toothed design.
As they enlarge, spread on the ground-
(so good for salads, some have found),
a rosette forms from leaves rewound;
mature plant now- soon to be crowned.
Atop my stem, which shoots up tall,
twelve inches, max- no leaves at all,
comes crowning glory (some appall),
bright, yellow flower, I install!
Within my crown, brown fruit will grow;
thin oval and extension, go
inside my pappus, soon to show
white fluffy hairs, assigned to blow.
And now the part, (some hate the most),
from fruit to seed, hairs leave this host;
by wind or friction, hundreds coast-
plant on your lawns! (I smile and boast!).
March 31, 2019
~1st Place~
Contest: A Strand (1057)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/22/2022
~2nd Place~
Contest: Dandelions
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 04/17/2019
Theme: Multiple Phases Of Dandelions
Five Stages: seedlings, mature plant,
flower, fruit, seed
In the quiet of the night
That's what I dread the most
Cause when the clock strikes twelve
That's when I see her ghost
It moves like a shadow
Till it reaches my bed
Then her face comes alive
But her eyes are so dead
The moment seems surreal
Just like a lucid dream
When she takes me by the hand
That's when I start to scream
With her fingers ice cold
And her grip getting tighter
Her eyes grow darker
And the room grows brighter
Then I see how she died
On the day that she drowned
The cops searched everywhere
But her body never found
With her vision in my head
I could feel a cold shiver
Saw a tree wedged her body
Underneath the river
All at once I couldn't breathe
Like I was drowning too
I was gasping for air
With my skin turning blue
My body frozen stiff
Blood pounding in my head
I could see her lips moving
But couldn't tell what she said
Then she pulled her hand away
And I could hear her pleading
She was begging for my help
With her hollow eyes bleeding
She wanted me to find her
To set her spirit free
But where was I to look
And where to find that tree
I could see her desperation
But didn't know what to say
Then heard her sadly groan
As her shadow slipped away
I lay there feeling helpless
With no inspiration
Unable to determine
Her body's last location
Now the clock is ticking down
Till I'm paralyzed with fright
This nightmare plays again
At twelve tomorrow night
You baby are the first and last warm thought
on my mind, each and every single day
I want to lie beside you, nuzzle up
real close falling asleep listening
to your gentle heartbeats drum, slowly strum
Rolling doors open, to a princess gem
rare clear cut, one of the finest beauties
Sweet crowning regal, in the heart blossoms
flowering feelings explode, they now start
shining much brighter, in your petals touch
My sunshine satin warm fingers touching
emotions confetti sprinkle ruby
inside fires up, in light of every single one
Silent whispering living echo in a breeze
floating on wings of love, you're the heart and soul gem
Thinking deeply treasure of the deepest ocean
you rock the waves rising then crashing at your feet
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About this poem:
10 syllable by 10 syllable one in a hundred
then 10 syllable rising to twelve midnight dreams
Through twilight veils, where echoes rise/
The hollow spheres in shadow thrive/
Unholy husks, where echoes moan/
A broken mirror, void and throne/
1) Thaumiel: Twin God's Divide
A realm where power splits its core/
Opposing forces wage war/
Not unity but sundered might/
A dance of fire and endless night/
2) Chaigidel: Confusion's Crown
A tangled mind, a frenzied tide/
Where reason bends and fears collide/
Deception's whisper twist the air/
All sense dissolves to bleak despair/
3) Satariel: Veil of Unknowing
A cloak of mist where truths decay/
Horizon lost, no guiding ray/
The seeking soul is left in flight/
Blindfolded in eternal night/
4) Ghagiel: Mechanized Thought
Where wisdom rusts and circuits hum/
A hollow throne where silence drums/
No heart within, just gears that grind/
A kingdom built by soulless mind/
5) Thagirion: Wrath's Dominion
The blaze of rage, the tyrant's hand/
A firestorm scorches through the land/
No justice found, no mercy sown/
Only the weight of iron and stone/
6) Golachab: Unbridled Fury
A furnace forged with seething ire/
The reckless blade, the vengeful pyre/
No reason here, just burning need/
To scorch, to rend, to watch them bleed/
7) Gamaliel: Illusion's Lust
A siren's call, a lover's sigh/
A dream that unfolds into a lie/
Delight decays, replaced by thirst/
Where beauty blooms and falls to curse/
8) Nahemoth: Earth's Rejects
The shattered roots of dust and bone/
Where life unravels, left alone/
The crawling things, the twisted spawn/
Their kingdom thrives beyond the dawn/
The twelve descend the gate/
A spiral song of hollow fate/
The shadows stretch, the echoes call/
The Qliphoth rise, the heavens fall/
my identical twin and I surprised our cousin this weekend
We have not laughed this hard in years
She was totally astounded
We had not seen her since she was sixty-five
She turned seventy-two the day we surprised her
We turned into twelve-year-old girls when we saw her
She turned into an eleven-year-old
she is a year younger than we are
We reminisced and laughed and loved being together.
It was astoundingly wonderful.
My twin and I had both sent her presents early.
She had no idea, which made it more special.
I had a blast painting a cartoon for her.
I am a cartoonist who paints in acrylics.
It was a cartoon of my twin and I holding her up high in the air.
My twin said she could not stop laughing every time she looked at it.
She said “you made Lou look like a boy!”
Lou aka Louise is our cousin, who always looks like a boy.
Best time ever!
I remember taking a discarded sixth grade history book home, the last day of fifth grade.
Determined to wow my sixth grade teacher, by learning it cover to cover over the summer.
I taught myself the first three chapters, and tried to entice my friends into learning them too.
They lost interest way before I did. Some on page twelve, and the first page with words was eleven.
I think my twin sister hid the book after the sixth day. A true blue favor to me.
That freed me up to ride bikes, roller skate, build forts, and play badminton and tether ball with her.
This memory floated into my mind a few minutes ago, lost there for fifty-some years.
In search of the vows to honour
when destiny takes me into tomorrow,
Perhaps, God has chosen that ultimate hour,
for angels to take up my spirit and follow.
Former life defines the new consecration,
I hear the taunting voice in my innate choice,
conscience accusation to quell further devotion
doubt renders incline to sabotage my service.
Welcome hymns sang within retrieve conscience
divine melodies changed my perspective on life,
my dancing shoes move with burning experience
joy compel from heaven steps to take off strife.
The clamp inside moved away from stowaway zone
Change pride into an epiphany of a miracle.
Revealed the voice I heard was not my own,
it was unexpected, compelling, inspiring angel.
Struck with an epiphany upon holy ground
Stand in awe under the shadow of a crown,
with faith to believe the feelings I had found,
spoke in a dream not with the tongues I own.
But innocent Infant days ended ritual traditions
finding striking realisation the meaning of time,
twelve years wasted, thinking about illusions
conclusions celebrate these lucky days of mine.
An epiphany spirit descending sprinkling entry,
beautiful enhancement carolling through the door,
a star browsing over homes with love and mercy
Aspects of hope with unlimited scope to explore.
one of my guardian angels lives with me
disguised as a dog
I keep calling him Blue,
after my husky whom I had for ten years
Blue adored me, as Buddy does now.
Weirdly enough I call my baby Beau dog
“Buddy” which is Buddy’s name, not Blue.
How we got all of these B names going is odd.
I have also had dogs named Barney and Baby.
They are probably all guardian angels,
and I have three of them.
One is Sophie, who already had her name
When she came to live with us.
Twelve years ago.
She was an only child for awhile
so has been doing rather well with
her two brothers, who fake bite, wrestle all over
knocking her, me, and furniture out of the way.
It is nice having guardian angels in the house.
I know Buddy is one, and feel the others might be too.
Buddy is definitely channeling Blue who was my protector.
I feel honored to have known and loved so many dogs.