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Falling Into Winter

The wind is whistling through the dead flower
For now all the insects have gone to sleep
Apples on the ground are becoming sour
Jumping in soggy leaves that are chin deep

Ceres just begins her months long sorrow
Her tears bring the seasons first icy rain
Eyes light up a snow day on the morrow
The floor is littered with Thomas the Train

I try to fool myself the shore so close
I can already smell the salty brine
When apple cinnamon reaches my nose
Shattering my dream calling me to dine

I bravely stare down winter's icy chill
That is as I look out the window sill

10/21/2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Sponsered by Emile Pinet

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Stuck In a Snow Globe

The snow falling intermittently around my little cabin
Covering at times my beautiful tree
The only life I have ever known 
I dream of sunny days and flowers poking out of the ground
I know not where these dreams have come from
Nor the memories of waves crashing upon an unknown beach
When I venture too far a barrier I meet
My face pressed up so close my nose becomes smashed
I try to see beyond the wooded shelf my home seems perched
But all becomes a blur of lights of green red and blue
So I stay close to home
The lights bring a melancholy I don't understand
How I came to be here is a mystery that time seems 
Not to want to solve
Loneliness hits from time to time
I talk to my tree 
She does not talk back which is fine with me
For it does lessen the risk of disagreements
That which I am not fond of
Sometimes I feel I may be missing out
That there may be more to see
I tell myself how silly 
I have everything I need right here
I feel neither cold nor heat
Hunger nor thirst
Wait... where did that thought come from
I do not dwell
Though I do not feel tired 
I do still sleep 
It breaks the monotony
The dreams are of a different time that I don't recall
Like watching a movie...
A man a dog an experiment gone horribly wrong...

11/26/2019
Stuck in a Christmas Globe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May

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How Many Fresh Starts Is This

Another new beginning, another major change
My feet know the rhythm, though this road is undiscovered 
My toes know the feeling of wet dew still clinging to the blades of grass
Not yet baked by a summer afternoon
They know the rough soft mountain dirt
And the bounce of a carpet of prickly pine needles
The numbing cold of winters long snow
Quickly followed by the sharp sting of feeling returned 
As they are roasted by the fire
My loves feet are following the familiar rhythm
Down a much different unfamiliar path
Will our feet find their way back, unlike our stubbornness
That led our hearts away
The pieces of our soul we tore apart, have not fit right for years
Sloppily thrown back together
Not realizing the catastrophic damage our haste would create
Perhaps the pieces we are leaving behind will become a breadcrumb trail
The morsels to bitter for a crows meal
I had forgiven you so long ago
My love blinds me to your every misdeed
As I lie bleeding on the floor
But it matters not what anyone might say
Because though you can rip me to shreds with a look
Your lips heal my deepest wounds
And although tonight I lie above different soil
I console myself with the knowledge that it is still a part of this great earth
Of which we are all connected
I'll close my eyes and feel your warmth next to me
I will breathe your breath as you hover above me
And I will feel you inside me
As you run through my veins with every heartbeat
Come home to me my love
For I will never be home until I'm safe in the circle of your arms
Close enough to feel the beat of your heart
And the fire of our connected soul

Your Best 2020 Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke

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Mad Mad World

Missing the days
When I was the craziest person I knew 
This mad world 
Has incredibly gotten madder
Radios TVs blaring panic
Humanity gobbling it up like candy
Social distancing 
Because society hadn't already 
Become distant enough 
Do you know your neighbor's name
Do you dare knock on their door
No
Cell phone at the ready
Why is no one touting "fake news" now
So much easier to believe 
Words that raise the blood pressure 
Society is being restructured 
In front of our blind eyes
When the smoke clears 
And the ash settles 
What will remain
Will the best or worst 
Be revealed 
Will you slow down 
Realize you've been ignoring 
What's most important 
Or will the social unrest
Already so out of control 
Use this fuel to engulf the nation 
The future is in our hands

04/02/2020
Coronavirus COVID-19 Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Team Poetry Soup

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My Words Are Not Weapons

Where have you gone 
My haven
My shield
In times of chaos
Confusion
When every decision
Ends with my world torn apart
Bridges burning 
The smoke signals returning no echos
You have always been my constant companion
Making my welcome pain
Into shimmering mist
A mirage of beauty
When all backs are turned 
Against me
You embrace me with your fluid grace
I felt its void
As my body’s unchecked fall through space
Forcefully met pavement
The night sky is illuminated with artificial lights
Blinding me with their matching promises
But it’s my own deceit that 
Has me lying on this floor that
Smells like cat piss
This whole city stinks
The smell of broken dreams and diarrhea
Permeates every cell of this
Pulsing city of vice
I feel your banishment ending 
As the eight of swords loosens its grip of my tongue
And fear loses its stranglehold
With joyous rapture I relinquish this 
Debilitating grief that had refused to be ausaged
I will not seek your shelter
My paladin of light
We will be neither master nor slave
Though I know first hand the double edge you wield
Do you not thinks it’s time 
To use your mighty power to comfort
And convey the beauty of diversity
To educate not lecture
To guide not demand
To set free instead of imprison
To explore the endless possibilities 
And redefine what it means to be human

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My Love of Fall

Its strange how I have always loved the fall
Even as a child with schools threat so near
I yawn and watched as time slowed to a crawl
The suspension of freedom what I fear

The crunching of leaves is beckoning me
Only time of year decay smells so sweet
The scar I still have from scrapping my knee
From that piece of glass hidden in the street

No other time of year do monsters roam
Creeping down sidewalks, knocking at your door
Ghosts and ghouls and, oh look a garden gnome
Collecting treats and sweets till feet are sore

I know not why I love the Fall so much
Maybe its the calm before winters punch

10/04/2019
Fall Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor John Hamilton

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The Search Has Ended

I gave up all hope in the search of you
I had no brown for the point had broke clean
I had no red for that point had broke too
In no time gone would be blue pink and green

I know some would say just go to the store
I would you see how I just love the road
The wind in my hair the gas to the floor
Yes a car would be great to haul the load

I am short on things right now so no car
Not one thing to keep my much loved tools sharp
But I found you and you had not gone far
I just know I was caught in a time warp

You were on the bench where I had left you
You sat there so bright right there in plain view

09/27/2019 Because It's A Tuesday 140 - 140 Sonnet Cash Prize Poetry Contest Sponsored by William Kekaula

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Sunday School Lessons

I went to Sunday school to be taught right from wrong
Taught not to question; told it was a sin to be headstrong

Differing of opinions were highly discouraged during our cultivation
So I silenced my protests; fearing their god's damnation

As the years became decades, my fear of hell grew less
I learned the meaning of hypocrisy when they laughed at the way I dress

So I taught my children to love and always give respect
To stand up for their truth, and the weak they should always protect

12/04/2021
Morality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Koplin

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My Spiritual Journey

I found a haven from a home 
Where the ever changing battles 
I could not win
In a group of amazing people 
That just so happened 
Belonged to a church
They never judged or 
Made me feel less because 
My clothes didn't come from the Gap
Soon enough I realized that this group was special 
When church after church turned their backs in disdain
My car was rusted 
My dress threadbare 
My mother crazy 
My offering not enough
As I grew older I stayed away 
From a religion that embodied hypocrisy 
How I abhor deceit 
My faith I still held even though 
I distrusted the institution that taught me
I felt in my heart that there must be some truth 
In the love Jesus spoke of 
With much conviction
I sometimes wondered if we read the same bible? 
Did they read how he washed the feet of Mary Magdalene?
Many years it would be 
Till like a thunderbolt I woke up and 
Saw the truth that had always been there
We are all connected every person, animal, tree, mountain 
And all the beautiful flowers
There's a rhythm and balance that can be found in nature 
We somehow lost while building nations
We should love and care for one another 
Not because we're told 
Because we want to
Understand we must stop warring 
And destroying this planet 
Because who's being destroyed is 
Us
Live in every moment 
Feel all your feelings 
Yesterday is gone 
Tomorrow is not certain
This is my truth it may not be yours 
I will respect what you believe
Please all I ask is the same

01/06/2021
My Spiritual Journey Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

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Listen To the Buzzing Bees

I hear you mumble as the bees buzz around the garden
Slurping sweet nectar
The rosebud’s abundant fragrance
Hangs thick in the moist sticky air
The scent wriggles its way into my nose
The effect surprises a giggle from my throat
You pause and I realize the conversation
Must be too serious for such a flippant reply
I attempt to hush my inner musings
But giggles can be tenacious
Particularly when being suppressed
Causing the giggles to become a roar
You stare at me thinking
I’ve finally flown over the cuckoo’s nest
Which turns my laughter into unrefined snorts
I slowly waft back to earth
Joyful tears slipping down my cheek
The silence hovering in the space
Between us
Please, I quietly beg, see me
The conversation resumes as I concentrate on the buzzing  bees

10/15/2021
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
by Emile Pinet