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He grinned broadly from the corner
a percussive serrated smile,
cadaverous lips displaying
a rakish scarecrow style.
His emaciated figure chattered
suspended precariously from a hook;
I was completely startled
by his penetrating look.
His wink was disconcerting,
those vacant eyes held wide;
I wouldn’t call him cheeky
though he displayed a gangly pride.
One arm extended slightly
as if inviting my embrace;
it might feel a little morbid
held against that hollow face.
Gothic trends might call him charming
though his apparel seems unique,
one would only see it hanging
in a nudist colony boutique.
One dance was all he wanted
waltzing the orthopedic floor,
that physician’s skeletal dummy
I just couldn’t make myself ignore.
July 31, 2026
Skeletons Poetry Contest
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Welcome to the Poetry Souper Heros Association
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Sensei- Daniel Henry Rogers
With Sensei Rogers at the helm
We'll capture any ne'er-do-well!
With witty words and social concern
The puzzle of humanity we'll learn.
The Empress of Ink- Ink Empress
The ruler of the written word
The Empress’s voice has never been heard.
She has power over all Ink…
Which will draw and write what she thinks!
Verityman-Tom Woody
Telling the truth is his souper power
Making all criminal liars cower
Yet Verityman can tell fantastic fiction
With beautiful language and perfect diction!
Femme Fatale- DillyDally
The strength of a woman in every curve
More likely to hiss than to purr
Her souper power won't surprise
All villains melt at the strength of her mind!
Double Trouble- Benjamin Bartley
With a souper power so unique
Two will find the criminal they seek
With a hidden twin within his mind
Double trouble you will find!
Pretty Prosey- Andrea Dietrich
Her beauty great but greater still
Her way with words and writing skill
Like a plant with healing powers
One touch, one word a healing flower!
SEEING CLEARLY
An empty space,filled by light
brings simplicity to life,
the empty heart,fills with pain,
cries out why,again,again,
and still the emptiness remains;
Simplicity forgotten
in complexity will drown,
darkness overwhelms the mind,
despair see nought,with eyes blind;
light fills up the empty space
and illumes the vacant place,
hope blots out disappointment
as our emptiness relents.
Singularity brings forth clarity
on which imagination then flies free.
VAPOURS
What are years but days inter-locked
one by one,each the same but different
and yet seen through an aging body,remain
unique continuous as we change they ignore
our passing;flotsam upon a timeless sea
AFFECTATION
Love,where can love
be found as each day
the world spins and
chaos reigns supreme-
Desire outflanks love
and enchains consequence
in culture's clash- Beauty
trashed and trivilised
innocence so early lost
beneath false masks
of love crushed
into the g r o u n d
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A clever sphere through midnight's shadow rolls,
its course through clouds, like ships through hidden shoals
and drifting hearts out searching for their souls.
A game of hide-and-seek - through forest members peek.
A wishful lost mystique - to kiss a lover's cheek.
Like promises, you glow then disappear,
then gone, until you glisten in a tear -
too late to dry a page where ink-stains smear.
So, even through the day - in sunlit visage stay,
the brightness can't allay - a scentless heart's bouquet.
Your crescent grin is burned upon my soul,
yet, I cannot pretend to be unique;
to find clandestine countenance appear,
and capture daydream's wishes where they play.
Some proclaim this veil can be a blessing or a curse
For me it is both and neither
It is not heaven’s blessing nor an archon’s curse
It is nature’s and fate’s gamble
Like being a sole stranger in a foreign land
Though I lived here since my first breath
Not grasping the values and customs of the land
Born into a world foreign to me
A veil that still hides the outside world from my sight
A veil that obscures romantic love
Though I long for that warmth of another’s embrace
Though my face is veiled like a bride
Though I have much the same face as everyone else
My face is obscured from the world
Since I could hardly see the world with all its light
I explored in myself and saw the underworld
It guided me towards the heavenly world: The faith of gnosis
The faith that accepts all strangers and all the rejected of this world
For this alone my gratitude outweighs the world’s shining treasures
A faith that finally brings sight to this domain of Yaldabaoth
My veil gave me ears to hear and eyes to see
To see what most don’t care to look
To contemplate and craft works unique in this place
To serve light obscured for others
I have no eyes to see what my future with this blessed veil will bring
All I know is that there will be wheels of bright bliss and blindness
All I know is that I will wear my veil till duality ends
All I know is that Christ and his heavenly domain will guide me
An Evening with Poet friends
9/13/2023
Really, sharing fully is nothing new to me.
Just want all to dive in without a bit of hesitation.
Splashing like shiny, rainbowed fish and express
The rays-of our shiny, unique individuality.
I only wish, a few of us were in a room together.
You’d read us your divine, poetic creations.
Teas, lemon, coffees, and hors dourves….
No strangers, just caring, close poet friends.
You are invited to bring, fresh, baked sensations.
I will provide plaid throws, as the Autumn winds blow.
So bring your delicacies and unique poetry..
A poetry evening, where all shall be honored!
Declared winners and stunning sensations.
While the warmth of joyful, appreciation burns!
Panagiota Romios
Romios Poem#2
“In My Own Style”
Written: August 3rd, 2023
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Through the shallow depths of my soul,
I sail on a wild surface with no control.
Passengers of dreams, we set sail,
With the wind blowing through, we prevail.
In this journey, we navigate,
A lushness of views and emotions, subtle and innate
The wind sighs secrets and plays on the flagpole.
As we traverse the depths of our souls.
Such blossoms dancing in the breeze,
We wandered through the forest with ease.
Mountains rise, majestic and grand,
As we sail through this enchanted land.
Whispers of the surface guide our way.
Leading us to a brighter day.
The wind caresses our weary souls.
Blowing away the doubts that bear their toll
Through every twist and turn we forego,
Finding strength we didn't know
Passengers of our destiny,
Navigating with grace and unity
The forest whispers secrets profound,
As ancient wisdom, we have found.
The wind sings a melody so sweet,
Guiding us with a rhythm unique.
A WILDERNESS OF MIRRORS
Where did individuality go, all toeing the same line
As all seem to be reflections of a similar persuasion
A wilderness of mirrors, each shows the same face
And of distinct personalities, there’s but little trace
Unique traits either lost or just practised at evasion
All have become identical vertebrae down the spine
Mirrors are more than merely a pane of clear glass
A silver backing will change what the image will be
Wherever one looks, it is the same adopted stance
All now just soulless eyes, never venturing a glance
For the moment, it’s now everyone else except me
But soon, I’ll see myself a thousand fold, as I pass
Dear Poetry,
As I write these words of gratitude,
Tears blur my eyes...
You're available without judgement
And you do not criticise.
You allow each individual
To truly be their self.
The safe space that you grant our hearts
Helps our mental health.
You give each person the time
To reach their depths within.
You give us all the opportunity to show
There's more to us than our skin.
Trying to navigate through life and time
Where would we poets be
Without such a faithful friend
As you, dear Poetry?
Because of you dear Poetry,
We can express faith, love and hope.
Because of you we find we have
A healthy way to cope!
Because of you dear Poetry,
We give and gain inspiration.
Because of you we can entertain
With our unique imaginations.
Because of you true love is felt
By the hearts most in need.
You are a way we can lift others
Writing you - our loving deed.
Dear Poetry, you enrich our lives
Bringing extra special meaning.
You help us find the way to express
Our truths in what we're feeling.
And so dear Poetry, I sign off
With my heartfelt thanks to you.
I truly mean it when I ask,
"Where would we be without you?"
Warm sincerity,
Poet.
Once we were the greatest of friends
We enjoyed each other’s company
We could talk to each other for hours
We talked about anything and everything
Nothing was off limits or sacred between us
I used to love to make you laugh and smile
I never thought you did enough of either
You once said that we had a special connection
I thought nothing could ever come between us
I thought you would always be a part of my life
I thought we would be friends until the end
I cared for you to the very depths of my soul
I came to love you for unique reasons
Your difficult life made me crazy with worry
Your silence only served to make that worse
I would wonder if you were hurt or dead
I foolishly tried to be your everything
knowing full well that was impossible
but that did not keep me from trying
because you were always worth it to me
Once we were the greatest of friends
You once said you had a big heart
but there was no room in it for me
You must hate me to your very core
You knew nothing would hurt me more
than to leave me writhing in confusion
behind your unrelenting wall of silence
forever to wonder if you are dead or alive
silently praying that your life got less scary
because I will never stop caring about you
I refuse to give up on you like others have
You and others may think me a fool
but realize that I do not have it in me
to do to you what you are doing to me
I truly hope you are in a better place now
and nothing but good ever comes to you
I hope you find everything you seek in life
Maybe someday before I take my final journey
you will realize the kind of friend you had in me
Hopefully someday you will find a way to forgive me
for being crazy enough about you to foolishly believe
that I could fill all the voids and vacuums in your life
that others deliberately caused or callously left behind
Perhaps someday you will finally come to understand
that I did this because I believed you were far better
than the sum of all your mistakes and bad judgments.
When I looked at you I never saw just another woman
who had simply been ravaged by life and left broken
I saw what I believed was a “Masterpiece Undefined”
Alas maybe I am nothing more than a crazy blind dreamer
stumbling through life seeing only the very best in people
daring to believe that I can make them see what I see.