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River At Sunset

setting sun adorns
the river’s long slender neck 
with sparkling diamonds.

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Shadows and Lines

My dear friend and worst foe, 
you follow me wherever I go,
towering above me sometimes, 
falling behind at other times.

On sunny days, my braids I admired, for hours on end,
as you showed them swing,  over the day growing longer.
On stormy nights, while we kids retired, our fingers did bend,
as the walls made eerie faces, our curiosity  growing stronger.

To my eyes, your unrelenting adherence, 
oft seems like a reverence,
although like an enemy, 
you sometimes stalk and waylay me.

Yet, it’s on you I rely, 
when luck fails to be my ally,
my guard down the lanes of treachery, 
partaking my grief and misery.

Now my brush splurges in deep hue, 
and kisses the canvas,
my dark shadow comes in view, 
and makes me nervous.

I mix vigor and passion, 
with sweeps of brilliant lines,
the picture tells my notion, 
that good and bad intertwines.

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Lock Down

09/11/2020

Lonely souls left to worry,
the furtive enemy lurks,
rest plenty, less hurry,
from home, everyone works

The count went one, two, 
looking for who to point to,
then it went three, four,
stopped moving out the door

The count went five, six,
knew t’was no easy fix,
when it went seven, eight, 
then you truly felt the weight

Grief stretched week to week,
weeks turned to months long,
to end this quick, each of us seek,
hope we not be proven wrong

A Lipogram poetry contest
Sponsor: Emily Pinet

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Chained Melody

As chains of melody flow from the strings
the feeling of pure love, it brings.
Just to be with you, my heart aches,
and the pain of longing it makes.

The feeling of pure love it brings,
in a silver path kissed by the moonlight,
and the pain of longing, it makes
cheeks blush like the setting sky.

In a silver path kissed by the moonlight,
just to be with you, my heart aches.
cheeks blush like the setting sky,
As chains of melody flow from the strings

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Tragedy In the Tunnel

T’was the end of a cheerful day,
until we reached the tunnel,
for cars and trucks jamming our way,
the air smelling of fuel,
an accident we knew well,
colours of radiating sparks,
result of an evil spell,
a tragic end to life it marks.

Name: Sharon Well
Date: 08/03/11
Contest name: HUTAIN THIS ONE...

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On a Cloudy Night

drums roll from the distant greyness,
plunges the grey house in darkness, 
dark as night.

Angels looking down with softness, 
their hearts soft and kind with whiteness,
milky white. 

Contest: Tail-rhyme
Date: 08/02/11

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Growing Old

When that first sliver of grey catches your eye, 
and your heart races like the sea when the tide high, 
can you just pull that one out, you wonder,
but you believe old stories, and think that might be a blunder!
 
Like dandelions creeping up in emerald turf, from those black tresses,
a new one each day, the formidable silver streaks appear, 
but there is a potion for rescue, the dye to die for, your mind presses,
So you beckon it, and voila! the black is back, and your heart can rest for a while.
Herbal or chemical, the goal is the same,
but if you don’t do something, beyond your imagination is the shame!
 
And behold the crevices and tributaries being deftly carved in the skin,
which may but spare only the smooth shape of your chin,
what’s the worry, the collagen, botox, a plethora of choices to stretch the hide,
but beware, cos they can pull the brows apart fiercely wide!
and then people may ponder why you look eternally surprised, 
and of the money squandered, the spouse will be sadly apprised.
 
Ode to thee, that makes a woman flush from heat when others are cold, 
hormone supplements help, but isn’t it one of the strange truths of growing old,
Mood swings like a flying kite, and temper tantrums galore,
But in the end it makes you wiser than ever, so face it with a smile, and despair no 
more!

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Magic Journey

"I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination"
A Rambling Poet 

destiny takes me to a fine stallion,
a gift from my lad as he vowed,
she is the best steed in a million,
the most enchanting and proud.

We mount, hands entwined in rapture,
but after her first trot, most astonished,
as a movement of undulating nature,
and a slow ascent is accomplished.

Our hearts brimming with elation, 
muted souls soar through the sky,
miles away from our imagination,
the diminishing earth below does lie.

like restless birds of spring days,
reluctant to retire,
the silhouette of feminine grace,
in awe, we admire.

The crystal blue lakes
tie strips of satin ribbons
On emerald spread 

From up above,
perils of earth evanescing,
from up above,
meandering through pristine clouds, 
we wander the skies breathtaking,
buoyant spirits ever rising,
from up above.

Quatrain Haiku Rondelet

Name: Sharon Well

Contest name: Three Gems

Date poem written: 07/29/11

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Summers Long Ago

Nestled in coconut groves and lush fields of paddy,
with the love of a large family, each day warm and tardy,
Ever poised and elegant, stood my trove of memories,
as boys and girls innocent, played under mango trees.

Soon as grandma came in sight, her hair grey with age,
we rushed to hold her tight, dropping our baggage.
It felt as soft as feather, touching her frail hands,
her eyes filling with tears, to see us back on her lands. 

Dewy mornings crawled by, as we grew lazy by the day, 
sultry afternoons passed by, watching cows feed on hay.
Breaking the serenity of dusk, came a fishmonger yelling,
catch of the day cooked with much spice, there was no telling.

Swollen with the monsoon, the dark night sky,
eager to pour it down soon, still as the earth did lie.
And soon, when will I see you next, grandma would sigh,
Feeling sad, as the moment came, for another good-bye.

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Buried Treasure

Buried treasure
deep in the abyss of turquoise
Buried treasure
like a queen in captivity,
of vanished glory, a drowned voice,
fables of when she did rejoice, 
Buried treasure

Name: Sharon Well
Contest name: Rondolet
Date: 07/28/11