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Nestled in the woods,
away from sundry glances,
she sleeps in his shadow
and sighs in dusky dreams.
Her melancholic, frozen limbs
ache for the warmth of his orb!
At the dawn of the mellow sphere,
embellished with his golden beams,
she sparkles with his splendor
and smiles at the twilight wonder
as his rosy glow suffuses her being.
Bedecked as a bride in sheer delight,
she serenades merry melodies to his divine sight
and swings in joy with zephyrs.
His glimpse brings her veins to life.
Though far, far beyond her mortal reach,
he inspires her to flow with his rhythm
and exude her ethereal beauty;
she’s a scintillant stream of love!
Date of submission: 1/23/2023
Contest Name: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25
Contest Sponsor: Mark Toney
I am…
Son, sculpted by my mother to be what I am today
Husband, holding my wife’s caring hands all the way
Father, in lonely nest, all the chicks have flown away
Friend of chosen ones, at ease with all my odd ways
Poet of whelmed heart, muse pouring out emotions
Star-gazer, entranced by dreams on stardust in motion
Painter, letting passion spread on canvas spectral wings
Perfectionist, finding it difficult to finish so many things
Believer, in the construct of my life by destiny’s finesse
Ordinary, believing in the possible, pursuing happiness
Seeker of wisdom, walk in humble steps on rough road
Taker of whatever is given as the precious gifts of God
Hater of tears, flowing from the broken hearts’ debris
Giver of touch of empathy, so sorrow becomes history
Loner in my own inner sky, flying the introspective flight
Traveler, finishing the journey on the last mile in twilight.
I am waiting to sail to eternity on time’s receding plain
I am sure I’ll return, walk on my faded footprints again.
May 6, 2020
Contest : I Am : A List Bio Challenge
Sponsor : Andrea Dietrich
(A Prophecy of Collapse)
Once upon a time, beneath stars and stripes,
Stood a colossus—loud, armed, and blind to its blight.
It roared not with wisdom but with greed and might,
Casting shadows across oceans, in day and night.
Its streets were paved with silence, not gold,
Citizens numbed, liberty bought and sold.
The media fed illusions, thick and sweet,
While justice begged on Wall Street's feet.
A builder rose, not from virtue, but pride,
Crowned in red caps, and ignorance wide.
Trump, the name, a brand not a man,
Spoke not for the people, but for the plan.
He whispered fear into every law,
Preached nationalism with a dictator’s draw.
The eagle, once soaring, began to dive,
As hunger and hatred kept truth alive.
The oppressed cried beneath polished flags,
While wealth rolled past in armored Jags.
He made of Twitter a holy decree,
And mocked the truth on national TV.
But prophecy dances in silence, not crowds,
And thunder brews under sleeping shrouds.
The land of the free became tired and torn,
Its unity fractured, its myth reborn.
One by one, the states will pull,
Tired of dancing to Washington’s rule.
Texas will murmur, then yell, “We secede!”
California, tired, will plant its own seed.
Civil wars, not with muskets but minds,
A digital rebellion, restructured by signs.
The poor, the Black, the bruised and betrayed,
Will rise like waves the Empire delayed.
The world shall whisper, as stars rearrange,
“Once, there was America—but now things have changed.”
No more illusions, no more disguise,
For the bully’s mask has met its demise.
From bloodied dreams and broken news,
Will rise a world that no longer fears abuse.
America—the empire—will collapse from within,
Its tale engraved where the fall begins.
And the prophets shall say in their twilight song:
You ruled with power, but not for long.
For every house built on sand and lies,
Must one day fall… and never rise.
Whispers of your soul
When a little sunshine lends silver to the clouds,
Purple in dreams turns amber in twilight,
Butterflies' flutter sends song in the air,
Fragrance in breeze adds to the flair,
Fireflies in dark float when glow,
And deep silence inside loses constant flow,
Waves of passion swaying in blood,
Enhancing beats into a rhythmic flood,
Every breath and in each thought,
All seasons are simmering hot,
Whispers of your soul I can clearly hear,
How can you ignore and pretend a fear ?
Written December 20th, 2014
For contest by Gail Angel Doyle
Now for contest by Shadow Hamilton
"An old poem"
Awarded 5th place win
~The best poem ever~
Without saying a word I’m going to go where no one has gone before.
A twilight zone, only God and I know of.
Without saying a word I’m going to recite the best poems ever.
Poems with no vision too stare.
Quietly with a hum, only you can hear.
Silent through my mind I will walk whistling, without a care.
Feeling and thinking as my heart beat goes on.
Searching for your heart beat next to mine.
Dreaming of words that blind,
Dreaming of words which connect us together!
Without saying a word I’m going to look and speak for the first time.
Howl and feel as our chemicals sublime.
I’m going to get hungry before I die in your arms.
Through circles and rods, I carry this year alone.
Imagining all the days it was only you and I.
“Not only I!”
Without saying a word I’m going to listen for your voice to call my name.
A whisper that setting itself on repeat.
Anticipating, those look before you look away.
Wanting and waiting, I will still be whistling.
Overwhelmed by, fate at the door.
Without saying a word I’m going to, leave a whisper in the bedroom
Without making movement, with my mouth!
Control all the space, around me.
Touching the energy you left behind.
Hear the snowy winter chime.
Experience all the shelter in your hold.
Without saying a word I’m going to, lay down beside you.
Laying in a way, that feels better than freedom.
Millions of miles away, I’ll still be whistling.
And waiting and waiting, for that perfect lay.
Arguing and embracing the air we both breathe.
A breath for every reason!
Without saying a word I’m going to, mime the world tonight.
Over and over, till I mime the perfect poem, like the olden days.
Without a word to say!
I’m wrapping my own arms around me, like a mime.
Explaining the breath you took without me.
Talking to myself without saying a word!
Writing the perfect poem without a word to say!
Without saying a word I’m going to, yell this inside.
Whistle and mumble till I’m out of breath.
Dying with my dreams to be by your side!
Without saying a word I’m going to, close my eyes and see your face.
A bond not even death can break.
Without saying a word I’m going to, sit here, till your wind hits.
A tap that’s inspires the best poem ever.
Until then, I’m going to whistle without a word to say.
And enjoy your silhouette everyday.
by;pd
We are apart separated by many miles away
Just the thought of you will have to get me through the day
But I try to work hard so time will pass by
I hope we’re together soon as I pray to the sky
I’m alone and I miss you so much
So tonight I will dream of your touch
All I have of you is in my head
I feel weak without you like I’ve been bled
The separation is painful and has a deep bite
All I have to comfort me is the cold lonely night
I’m alone and I miss you so much
So tonight I will dream of your touch
I try not to think about it but it’s all I can do
I’m totally miserable I just want to feel you
My mind wanders with thoughts of you and it puts on a show
If I don’t have your physical contact I can never grow
I’m alone and I miss you so much
So tonight I will dream of your touch
Out of the darkness and into the light
While I’m under hold my hand and make me all right
Your grip calms me from my stress
I need to sleep and have my twilight unconscious
I’m alone and I miss you so much
So tonight I will dream of your touch
I think of you quite often, when the rain
Falls gently through the tender autumn air,
And every leaf, half golden, whispers pain,
A fleeting sadness I could almost wear.
I think of you when twilight softly gleams
Along the river’s silver-threaded edge,
Where sunset mingles with forgotten dreams,
And night is but a whispered, quiet pledge.
I think of you when morning breaks the night,
The first blush in the sky, a bloom of rose,
Reminds me of your laughter, pure, and bright—
The sound that every dawn within me knows.
I think of you when stars begin to glow,
Like promises of peace upon the sea,
And in their quiet sparkles, I still know
You are the light that shines, though far from me.
I think of you when wind moves through the trees,
Its haunting melody a soft refrain,
That echoes memories across the seas,
Of times we lived, in joy, without a stain.
I think of you in silence, when the moon
Is hanging like a wish upon the sky,
A whispered thought that fades away too soon—
But lingers, like a soft, unspoken sigh.
There was not a "peep" among the trees in this autumn woodsy paradise.
The leaves were much "redder" than remembered in days long past.
An unfamiliar "pop" sound led my eyes downward, where I saw gray squirrel,
With his little brown "eye" focused on a walnut that had rolled from her tree.
A "hadedah" flew past, a rare bird for this magical place, a mysterious visitor,
Grass "dewed" to perfection, there was a crunch as we wandered further into the forest.
The "marram" grasses which bordered this paradise, were virginally left alone, unscathed
As the sun approached 'noon' we heard a renegade "peep", whose source is yet to be found.
The deepest part of the forest was a "wow" for me, I had never seen such beautiful vegetation.
My friend discovered a left behind "alula", probably from a blue jay judging from its markings.
I suggested we leave it here, "deified" in reverence by the charming protection of the forest.
We gave a sad "pip-pip" to the day’s end, as twilight overtook the forest, and we re-entered reality.
Written 10-3-2018 Contest: Palidromes Ii
Sponsor: Joseph May
Written: August 23, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Daniel Henry Rodgers
Quote: " September is a requiem for summers that leave us softer and more honest.” By Poet.
September is holding its breath,
silent shadows outstretching.
Twilight sparkled in sepia, sapphire and wine hues–
Citrine trumpets, saffron violins, ochre cellos weep,
magenta flutes fly like startled swallows.
Vermilion brass rolls out the last warm chord,
a cosmic waltz of color and cornucopia.
A rustling from petal,
a salient summons of swell.
I breathe it in deeply,
its mellifluous coolness,
and wonder strikes—
every passerby carries
an abyssal memory,
a sacred creed of sorrow.
Calyxes crack, stalks twist,
fronds scour air with art,
each a glyph of goodbye—
a labyrinth of motion,
a slow waltz.
Pluck catharsis from vast hush,
savor the sap of shift from peculiar cup.
The sun severed from summer,
its adamant warmth
now only a lattice of light,
sashed across sedate afternoons.
Hydrangea, peonies—
once frolicking in the sun,
now folded into hollow hush,
a garden of ghosts.
What September leaves behind:
the whimper of waning days,
the threshold, and genesis
the ruby-lotus of regret,
the serendipitous catharsis
of maverick mortality,
both a scourge and a scholar.
Time bloviates, truculent,
yet reveals its pristine truth:
we are mirrored to its morphing.
an Ouroboros of seasons,
a genesis dies untamed,
each epilogue exudes poise.
Wake me when September ends,
but let me remember
the patina upon my soul—
the saudade of summer,
the hiraeth of youthful nostalgia,
the lapidary lattice of memory
even winter cannot weather.
Inspired by the ladybugs.
On Friday evening, the ladybugs came en masse to visit me. “Ladybug Loveliness” is the collective term.
Beyond this ladybug loveliness received
By Michelle Morris
21/03/2026
The ladybugs came to me
In the silence of the twilight
As the sun was setting
They beckoned the moon to shine
To shine as a reminder for my soul
To keep shining and help the world
That lighthouse effect that I bring
Creates safety for every human being
The ladybugs, they brought abundance
In that gloaming before the dark
To remind me that it's always there
That power in my soul's spark
The infinity of all that is good
Within the atoms and the sparkles
Starlight and stardust within us
Starlight and stardust in the galaxies and marvels
The ladybugs, the bearers of good news
Named for the Virgin Mary's blessings
A symbol for flock and farmers
A reality of gifts from nature's essence
The ladybugs came to me
Yes, they came to me
I am honoured and blessed
Beyond this ladybug loveliness received
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
Symbolism:
Christian Symbolism: Some believe that the red color of ladybugs symbolizes the blood of Christ, and the black spots represent his wounds. Thus, the name "ladybug" would be a way to honor the Virgin Mary.
Agricultural Symbolism: Another theory suggests that the name "ladybug" originated from farmers' observations that these insects could help protect their crops from aphids. As they were associated with the Virgin Mary, who was seen as the protector of farmers, they were given the name "ladybugs."
Superstition: In some cultures, ladybugs are considered to be lucky or protective charms. This may have led to the name "ladybug" becoming associated with these insects.