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Advice

Advice to the me I used to be:
Always take time for poetry.
To say what you need to say
take pen in hand and play.
Somehow find the way
and time to write.
My advice
to you,
write.

Don't worry about what others say
don't hurry through your busy day.
Sometimes life gets in the way,
no time's left in your day.
Take the time to write
despite this bite
You will thrive
if you
strive.

Please grant yourself this small concession
take some time for self expression.
Take the time to pen a poem
just to let your mind roam;
take a little time
to find the rhyme.
Find the time
to rhyme,
now.


written for: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.Contest: "A JOURNEY BACK IN TIME"

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Mother Gaia - a Lighthouse Prayer

I feel the winds and smell the sea,
The Earth's a living entity.
The Earth's alive! SHE is alive!
SHE breathes, SHE moves; yet does SHE thrive?

Somehow SHE strives and lives aware.
SHE still survives and I must care.
We all must care and be aware.
There are problems we all must share.

We'll let it be a challenge then
and though we are mere mortal men;
working together makes more sense,
together makes the difference.

There's simple things we all can do
to make our hopes for Earth come true.
There's simple choices we can choose.
Reduce, recycle and reuse.

This is now my Light-House prayer.
Once made aware we all will care.
We'll be enlightened and aware.
The future's bright if we but dare.

I feel the winds and smell the sea,
The Earth's a living entity.

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Halloween Haiku

Tonight's Halloween
monsters are walking the street.
Witches and demons.

Ghastly shrieks and screams,
a fearful cacophony.
screaming "Trick or treat!

Moans, howls, flashing lights,
spider webs,  plastic black cats,
I laugh at my fear.


written for Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. "Halloween Haiku" contest

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Repetition Required

The dread Pantoum fills me with gloom,
Oh! That dreaded repetition!
I think that it might spell my doom
yet I must fulfill my mission!

Oh! That dreaded repetition!
I'm fearing for my mental health.
Yet I must fulfill my mission!
Must I again repeat myself?

I'm fearing for my mental health.
Again, again, I must repeat!
Must I again repeat myself?
I guess I must admit defeat.

Again, again, I must repeat
Oh how I hate to be a bore.
I guess I must admit defeat
and I can't take it anymore.

Oh how I hate to be a bore.
I think that it might spell my doom
and I can't take it anymore.
The dread Pantoum fills me with gloom.

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for : Jared Pickett's The Pantoum Challenge...my apologies but I could not resist!

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Hope For Tomorrow - a Serious Parody of the Song "my Way"

Sometimes, the pain of life
can hurt so bad and while you're hurtin'
the stress can cause more strife
and you are left feeling uncertain.

You've fought, you still survive
and you don't try to borrow sorrow.
You strive to keep alive
hope for tomorrow.

You've held your newborn child
your heart was filled by this endeavour!
You smiled that special smile
and realized that love's forever.

You know that life goes on
despite the pain, despite the sorrow.
You face the coming day.
Hope for tomorrow.

I've had times, I'm sure you've had them too,
sometimes when life is overwhelming you.
Just keep the faith, despite the pain
for the sun will shine again.
Try to be kind and you will find
hope for tomorrow.

We do just what we can
despite our varied situations.
For the hope of a man
rests in the future generations.

My money is on us
I am secure, yes, I'm very sure.
indeed oh yes, indeed
Hope for tomorrow.

Don't try to be anything you're not.
Appreciate everything you've got.
Count all the good, forget the bad.
Count every happy tear you've had.
Let FREEDOM reign 
in peace again.
Hope for tomorrow.


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a friend challenged me to pen this piece. It's a serious parody of the song 'My Way'  written 
by Paul Anka  and immortalized by the legendary performer Frank Sinatra

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A Maiden Lost Without a Name

Out of the shadowed dark she came
a maiden lost without a name.
Out of the faery mists came she.
A haunting ghost of memory.

The years have past, the years have gone;
but yet no memory lives on.
Who is this lass, who could she be?
A haunting ghost of memory.

She looked at me with so much love;
but sadly, love is not enough.
Of her I have no memory.
A haunting ghost of memory.

With tears she faded from my view.
'Farewell, my friend, adieu to you,
I wish that you remembered me.'
A haunting ghost of memory.

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A Day At the Beacon Hill Park Zoo

A horse on the left
A horse on the right.
With us in the middle.
Tally ho, quite.

Walk through the park.
It's such a lark.
Walk, peacock strut, duck waddle.
Walk with the group, don't dawdle.

A cage of rodents at the zoo.
Baby goats and llamas too.
Finches, a baby pig.
A peacock with a tail so big.

And of course,
A miniature horse.

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for Barbara Gorelick's contest "Tales From the Zoo"

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A Choice Bouquet

Choice is a coin, to win or lose,
creating fate by what you choose.
Try to choose the wisest way
and seize the moments of each day!

(The cage of choices chose by chance
can bind in chains of circumstance.
You're shackled when you're meant to dance
and step by painful step advance.)

Yes, seize each moment of each day.
(You've got to try to, anyway.)
Despite the bite of doubts within
always try to choose to win.

Yes, try to choose to live without
all of the doubts you think about.
Don't borrow sorrow from tomorrow.
Tomorrow's time enough for sorrow.


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inspired by the poem "Your Life" by  Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
for the contest ""I am Sending You a Gift of Poetry, Dear Heart""

written by Dory Chrest September 16, 2010
carpe diem indeed!

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Winter's Day Triolets

I find I'm blind, I'm cold and lost.
A lesson that this winter's brought.
I'm storm beset and tempest tossed.
I find I'm blind, I'm cold and lost

Dark winter's chill of silver frost
has froze my mind, I'm lost in thought.
I find I'm blind, I'm cold and lost
A lesson that this winter's brought.

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Oh! Now the sun's come out to play
on this once dreary winter's day!
Inviting warmth and love to stay.
Oh! Now the sun's come out to play.

A dash of light, a single ray
has changed my very thoughts today.
Oh! Now the sun's come out to play
on this once dreary winter's day!

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Flowers From the Blind

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A Rose by Another Name
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In prose, I suppose and even rhymes 
words, mere words can cut at times.
Still I suppose, every word is a rose. 

At times in rhymes and sometimes prose,
though torn by thorns, I still suppose,
every word can be a rose.

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Flowers For the Dead
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I felt the change within my heart
when changes ripped the world apart.

The times are strange, some say deranged.
Some say every rule has changed.
Some make a stage of hate and rage
and smash against their self-made cage.
Some lose or win by selling sin
and some without are trapped within.
Some creep in cracks and hide their tracks.
Some die in suicide attacks.
If there's a hell it's just as well
the dead might know but never tell.


Aww the changes a death can bring.
Perspective changes everything.


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A Flower From The Blind 
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Beyond the curtains of this world,
beyond the final page;
do actors wait with baited breath?
Is all this world a stage?

Some say we all come back again
until we get it right.
I wish there was real proof for this
sweet comfort in the night.

Beyond the curtains would we see
an empty nothingness?
Or is it full of love and light?
All I can do is guess.

I'm finding now that mere words fail
in thinking of this night.
I'll try to let good cheer prevail
while walking in the light.

For one fleeting moment
I begin to understand.
The moment catches hold and leaves
a crumpled flower in my hand.