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Wounded Sanctity

The rule of sanctity is a veil to hide the blow. Love doves in the air, fading into the sky. Thoughts are mixed stiff oasis and flow. Hypnotic wizardry that's being spread away. Love doves in the air, fading into the sky, Magic using Alpha Centauri's moon sight. Hypnotic wizardry that's being spread away, Gasping the frigid breath of the frozen light. Magic using Alpha Centauri's moon sight, Mischievous haze covers the ghastly realm. Gasping the frigid breath of the frozen light, Eternal afterglows echo a motion rhythm. Mischievous haze covers the ghastly realm. Within the confines of the death's garden. Eternal afterglows echo a motion rhythm. Souls are aching and seek truth certain. Within the confines of the death's garden, Pain spills from the heart as a yearning drops. Souls are aching and seek truth certain, Stain soil with red as souls gather and hope Pain spills from the heart as a yearning drops, Thoughts are mixed stiff oasis and flow. Stain soil with red as souls gather and hope, The rule of sanctity is a veil to hide the blow.
Written: May 18, 2022 POTD of May 20, 2022 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 9 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney

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Cruise To Alaska

The trip was a riot of color, It brings a myriad of queries, Fantastic tales of utter darkness, Views' visible roots were explored. Mainsail surges, pungent froth carried wave tips while, blast swings moaning openly. superb mountains, Convey streams into streaming rivers, Down slants shrouded in woods. And the majesty of the stars, Is confronted every morning, Under soft white clouds, is with each foot I set down. I relish the quiet of the sound, how each slant embraces, the still raw bay. Home to unglaciated cervids, Gnawing animals and polar bears, Willow grouse, deer, Also, the renowned Chinook Salmon. More genuine than the Arctic flow, Afar-off state refuted, In both word and deed, Anyhow of these ever tender wishes. Atop mottled strands, I let my emotions air dry, Orange tulips were selected, I regained faith; I can fly.
5Th Place Contest Winner Written: June 18, 2022 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney

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Voiceless Eagerness

I'm that my words and pen can't express my weakness. Nobody could have foreseen if I felt such happiness. My bald secret is now included in my poetic liveness. I'm at a loss for words to define my soulfulness. All that I do for you is for you and in your uniqueness. To be clear, you were born to bestow our joyfulness. Had sent a blessing to us thanks to God's holiness. Son, you depict nicely how a son may have lightness. My duty will always be to offer you with matchless. If you're in the lamest rule, you deserve my promptness. You lifted my artwork to an extreme level of skillfulness. Everywhere I fit, you seem to follow me with firmness. Regardless of where I am or how I manage my illness. The ghost that lurks within me is a mystic elusiveness. Of inspiration and creativity that is in my mind flawless. It just takes one look to confer my focus and cleanliness. Claim anything you envy, but don't leave me clueless. Yet, I am aware of how grateful you are for my lavishness. Even the urge to craft your own way has uniqueness. With all my resources, knowledge, and awareness. All have a role to play in preserving our rising family spotless. Sway to the beat of my soul and embrace my closeness Allow yourself to widen your eyes; your destiny will be harmless. I drew the full moon for you to retain your greatness. Without question, I admire you for your graciousness. My son, I'll outline your disparity and avail your tactfulness. I meant to say that you sparked my thoughtfulness. Consider that I'm always aware of your level of attentiveness. I can tell from our relationship around gleefulness. Even if I die, you will have a piece of my warm-heartedness.
Placed first on the contest Written: May 04, 2021 All Yours (Jun 10) Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand

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When Light Shines

It echoes dull dawn past a long evening. Dusk is being thawed off like flowering. Your aegis bore the road to the doorway. A soft tune for a crucial sweep of sway, High, grim oaks form a tone of masterwork. All around, snow-cloaked raw act like a stork, Much frost lingers baffled to the twigs' arms. Glancing all around, watching over barns! Like a butterfly fetching my glamour, Your love drew my wings, a kiss of amour. Like a child was wiping my tears, says no. Your grin, an easing-up pole for rainbow, All, out of this apex, to the prime peak From ice orb to the vast sky, it's all leak. But clear than a gismo, that hits my sight! Dazzling had to mix magic and heal plight. Everything you own is what you have loved. Get relieved of your ego and think roved. Nothing huge was ever done without zeal. Love, be grateful and assist others heal.
Written: February 08, 2022 Selected as POTD

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Voice of Quietness






One of the keys to happiness is mental quietness The splendor of a full moon hung in the darkness Orchards of lovely colors and textures, readiness. Delightful rapt echoes of a vivacious life sweetness
Juin 1st, 2021 (Lines from my free verse poem, ‘Peacefulness’) Liberum Divisa 6 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Gregory Richard Barden

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Extremely Exhausted

Willed Vague sword Weak heart and sight Boundless wisdom, although My soul has full enthusiasm Body growing old and becoming weak My resolve outweighs the bullet Reeled swilled Billed.
(The Bell) Written: June 27, 2021 Ring My Bell Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Anderson

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The Time Arrow From Yesterday

The forward-pointing fight of jolly time overflies. And today blurs into a missing yesterday reprise. The present blossom has dwindled and faded away, Into a meager light reminiscence of yesterday. Wildwood snuggles, haystacks of sparkles, yesterday struggles, tomorrow marvels It's sobering to discover a shattered soul in ruin. The rage of this life was my deep eternal bane. Heroic hearts provide a sense of timelessness. Only to be misled after restoring to endlessness. Wildwood snuggles, haystacks of sparkles, yesterday struggles, tomorrow marvels Unbeknown to the utterly ecstatic child. On bestow, eternality on previous days riled. He abused the promises devoted to himself that day. As a result, auld enough, therefore a relentless journey. A young sparrow meets a growing north wind. His ambitions don't adapt to the pride designed. And a terrible yet enlightening event arose. Men envy the sunbird on the sky, tells the prose. Wildwood snuggles, Haystacks of sparkles, yesterday struggles, Tomorrow marvels.
Written: November 29, 2021 1st Place contest winner. ''Y'' Contest, New Poems - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France

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Shuttered Mirror Of Life

Our views and sorrows are mirrored in life. Each jagged shard epitomizes some strife. Our wounds, sufferings, and personality, It will include one's beliefs and morality. Are we netting insight or primarily existing? Veins would shiver with shattered feelings. The sharp edges puncture into the intact body. A wrecked heart squall for plenty and vitality. Inside the proper limits of a selfish quiddity. Contemplations from one's own perspective. Moving good faith grips to a broke history. Surprising yet rather fiery and lively festive. In fear of what I can view, I won't stare in the mirror. My fierce peek and jagged shards scold a sinner.
Written: May 04, 2022 1st place contest winner In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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Love In The Spirit Realm

I revere you here, in the midst of the flames Which scald incinerates and purifies the faith, And hurled ash and smoke into the frames Where flowers blossomed before our birth. Which scald incinerates and purifies the faith Where you swear me words as we escape, Where flowers blossomed before our birth Sorrow lurks in oak limbs, safe from gape. Where you swear me words as we escape Where the wind twirls ice veils across hills, Sorrow lurks in oak limbs, safe from gape On flows set in motion at creation's chills. Where the wind twirls ice veils across hills Where somber seas race moon-mad tide, On flows set in motion at creation's chills Ancient sea-tossed stones once men reside. I revere you here, away from fire and grime And hurled ash and smoke into the frames, You and I are linked in a spiritual sublime I revere you here, in the midst of the flames.
Written: May 05, 2022 A RHYMING PANTOUM OF FIVE STANZAS Poetry Contest Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS Checked by: Rhyme Zone.com and: HMS.COM

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Wabbling World

The task begins with awareness, and freedom without it is harmful. So let us not look back in fury or forward in panic, but rather around in awareness. By Poet
Let me tell you a story. Can you Imagine a harsh quiet? Jeers sneer idleness, or scoff to classify the ultimate sinful act of sadness; or quashing irk for an eternal colossus of havoc, perhaps the planet was spaed and will be ruined here. Cynical scorn asphyxiates, cauterizing all life on Earth; who can imagine how vile days linger eerie memories? how often tongues are swelled with astringent tartness? those with acidic sadness tease with a biting reply. Soul was sunk on all live paws to quell a herd of verrucae, could you kindly scan feeble shapes on a pealing day? how would you handle a splenic tongue with an awful zest? or apply on a scorching sting a horrible sneering welt. Mortal musings slay my sight while roaming ruins, I feel the pain, frocking seconds ripen fruitful minutes; none to stop him, acidulous hours burn a swollen body, did you honor your vow not to view your tears in public? Or, to win, they select the nuclear light to avow the day, scavengers swarming forbidden self-destruction zones; where the war had started, it was awarded might; whenever beguiling eyes and spite the sight, I hate lethal viruses as much as a police car passing by; I hate falling asleep at night as well as not falling asleep, I hate the doorbell at night and massive storms, I hate going broke or having too much money. I fear being late and fear being the first to come; I fear that all I yearn for might jeopardize others I love; I fear death or a miserable existence for a long time, I fear not adoring enough and being confused. Slow slurps, wearing vengeful speeches bleary; on stage atomic bombs were used to turn the sky purple; Insouciance fosters the dreadful pulverization, I should have dropped my Kyiv pass. wabbling world......
2ND PLACE CONTEST WINNER Written: April 17, 2022 Theme: War Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France

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