i have posted the winners of my ' Repetition ' contest five times over but the list disappears for some reason...
let me put it here in case the link breaks again...sweet congrats, everyone!
Place PoemTitle Poet
Contest Winner Medal 1 Search for Me Andrea Dietrich
Contest Winner Medal 1 Search For Me Craig Cornish
Contest Winner Medal 1 When Moon Weeps Constance La France
Contest Winner Medal 1 Glides The Song Joanna Daniel
Contest Winner Medal 1 When Moon Weeps Sotto Poet
Contest Winner Medal 2 Search For Me Patri Venkata Ramana
Contest Winner Medal 2 Glides The Song Terry Miller
Contest Winner Medal 2 WHEN MOON WEEPS Sara Etgen-Baker
Contest Winner Medal 2 Search For Me Eve Roper
Contest Winner Medal 3 Search Ghairo Daniels
Contest Winner Medal 3 When the Moon Weeps Thompson Emate
Contest Winner Medal 3 Search for me Beata Agustin
Contest Winner Medal 3 When Moon Weeps Chetta Achara
Contest Winner Medal 3 When Moon Weeps Jim Healey
Contest Winner Medal 3 Search For Me Regina Mcintosh
4 Glides the Song John Anderson
(My sister wrote this when she was 14, in the 80s, before our family had a microwave. Since I favor it, and she doesn’t post poems, I put it here:)
Shove it in the oven
Or plop it on the stovetop
When you serve supper,
Serve it hot.
(My sister wrote this when she was 14. Since I favor it, and she doesn’t post poems, I put it here:)
It’s not true,
The ocean’s not blue,
It just reflects the sky.
The sky is blue.
I know you knew,
But I’d like to know why.
Come to Jesus
God has told you
He is the Son
One who shines brighter than the farthest or nearest star
Come to Jesus
Put it here embrace
His healing embrace
His atmosphere
Come to Jesus
When you're hurt
Come to Jesus when you fall
He'll pick you up and keep you standing tall
Hallelujah
3/14/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A broken heart is a grievous, heavy load.
Put it here on my back –
that burden that is too heavy for you.
For my love for you will bear it up – and you as well.
It is too much for your sweet frame.
And to tell all truth, it is my burden to bear.
So let me love you…because I do.
I write poetry in my sleep.
I lay down as to close my eyes.
I see letters marching one by one.
Onto the paper they do go.
I know from my dreams I write them in my sleep.
A poem of sadness and one of joy.
One of trees and one of being free.
Each word goes in to place to forma poem you do read.
I write poetry in my sleep just to put it here.
MIDNIGHT POET
In the telling of the tea leaves
from the light of candle flame,
is the vision of the coming
of more ways to stay the same.
From the fragrance of more incense
and the taste of sacred wine,
is the knowing of the reason
God has put it here to shine.
From the praying to the candle,
in the lighted crystal ball,
is a love forever turning
and the longing for it all.
In the praying for more reason
and the need to see the light,
are the words forever coming
from your dark and lonely night.
From the waking of the spirit
deep in night when you awake,
is the knowledge straight from Heaven
never given from mistake.
From the current of your river
through the deepest of your mind
you have found the only reason
words are always yours to find.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Politics of health
On issues like Gay marriage,
Medical marijuana or assisted suicide,
Will of the people goes out the window.
They argue, one can act normally when high
Pot-smoking makes you unmotivated, a lie!!!!
They have their own axes to grind.
We come across another type of people who argue
There are better medications than Marijuana
Less damaging health to relieve pain
Much better treatment for pain
Marijuana is not a drug
But an herb and a flower
God put it here to grow
No right to say God is wrong
They have their own breads to butter.
Yet another majority of people who barb
Roll it. Light it.
Inhale it. Hold it.
They have their own amusements to rejoice.
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2-12-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Second Place Win
Contest: What annoys you by Frank H.
Purple Thoughts
Purple thoughts inside my head,
Spinning clockwise I said,
Looking for the blockage fix,
Poor ole heart goes tickity tic,
But spirit does remain,
Picking up a little speed,
Turning vortex tumble-weeds,
Purple flashes coming through,
Intuition has the flu,
No blockage will impede,
Closed-doors coming into view,
See them opening, I do,
Round an round in the purple dew,
Till clarity does lead,
See the purple growing bright,
Till it almost fills the night,
Opened doors for looking through,
Blockage gone, yes woopi doo,
My spirit is the main frame. {computer}
too bloody right...
Don Johnson 10-01-13
Intuition has the flu??? my computer put it here??? a reject line
How moved was ‘I’ with true inspiration
As you gave it to me straight
Understanding turned in me,
I ‘felt’ despite my numbed fingers
Or my straightened circumstances
As your re-cordings un-bound me.
Heightened, shortened, lightened
Perhaps I should put they re-moved me?
They did indeed though ‘no-one saw’.
As I was moved for the second time
On the next reading.
Sharp as any blade an impression was made
Yet I, un-squashed as it were
Jubilant at the expressive power
Now filled with desire, no……
Swollen with new feeling, ideas, perhaps?
Now new whole volumes I will sire
Or just a few lines.?
But not too tangly.!
©Joe Maverick 18-3-2013
The above write is just about the way we use words and
the effect poetry can have on anyone; its not about a specific
person..I have had trouble putting
this where it should go so had to put it here!
On issues like Gay marriage,
Medical marijuana or assisted suicide,
Will of the people goes out the window.
They argue, one can act normally when high
Pot-smoking makes you unmotivated, lie!
They have their own axes to grind.
We come across another type of people who argue
There are better medications than Marijuana
Less damaging health to relieve pain
Much better treatment for pain
Marijuana is not a drug
But an herb and a flower
God put it here to grow
No right to say God is wrong
They have their own breads to butter.
Yet another majority of people who brab
Roll it. Light it.
Inhale it. Hold it.
They have their own amusements to rejoice.
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Fifth Placement
Contest: Medical marijuana
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