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Back In My Hometown

Returning to fields rimmed by golden stones
Just there I hear the movements that arise
From August tides lapping; I'm not alone
While rosy daylight cuddles my warm sighs

My hometown blooms again with fine décor
Wildflowers peeping through the lush fairways 
As blue-eyed jays trip slowly on the shore 
Towards the sand dunes, waking all my days.

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Threads On Wood

Gauze arms prance
between the limbs,
a mourning pines
when cloudline dims.
A tangled wood
that dangles loose,
silence screams
this delicate noose.
Devilry unravels
and moon has bled
king of puppet 
cuts off life's thread.



Puppet Contest

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Amber

amber this landscape

chins resting on orchids rare--

as autumn bids goodbye

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Sleep and Dream

Our skin a blanket
of glow.
Sleep and where
is the dream?
A coffin of truth
messed up with
nails and pain.
You say you know
me and life has no
wrongs.
Angels disguise
the night and wings
hurt silent wrongs.
Silently the death
of you.

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Bus Experience

Piles of human arms and sloppy heads laid
On food-trays of half-eaten buns with cold tea
Magazines, milk bottles, and jackets
Passed us by in a whisk of infinity;
You never once moved but peacefully slept
Just this night----
Amidst the chill of a bus-filled moment.

In deep amens, I hold your face for a while
But time beckons military hours, grating;
I write you a letter of love that never questions
As courage greets me again on enemy zones.
I stay a bit longer even while duty calls
Shall I leave you once more 
After a lit embrace seemingly endless?
My only gesture is to let you know of my fidelity
And you rest while I slowly walk out the bus door.
Tell me, who is the better person?


Henry W.
Contest...Brief, Unforgettable Moment
Date Nov 25, 2013

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Gear

No matter what season you're
set to impress just like the
way you feel they effect the
way you dress.
Tank tops in the summer.
Light jackets in the fall.
Layers of clothes in the winter
and a coat to cover all.
Tank tops in the summer.
Light jackets in the fall.
Layers of clothes in the winter
and a coat to cover all.
set to impress just like the
way you feel they effect the
way you dress.
Tank tops in the summer.
Light jackets in the fall.
Layers of clothes in the winter
and a coat to cover all.
way you feel they effect the
way you dress.
Tank tops in the summer.
Light jackets in the fall.
Layers of clothes in the winter
and a coat to cover all.

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In Secret

I perceive her as fire, not too smokey,
But glossed enough to burn my desire 
Of illicit pleasure to fill empty pathways
Isolated by glass, guarded by egg shells
Only the waves know this rapture,
Only the stars hear loud groans,moans.

Although the warmth or heat is rented,
My own misery or despair erased
As her thighs waxes on mine, slow
Then fast in the restless grind of hours;
We take little drops of wine
Before sunlight begins to rise over sheets
Crumbled by dusky lust, maybe an ounce of love--
She, draped in mannequin's thin wrap
Is delicate and tough with a heart
Unavailable for constant ardor---how could
Her past release all those silent wails?
And while I button her second-hand dress
Our next rendezvous is done, again--again
The comfort of a lifeless marriage
Allayed by the harlot of my nights.


Controversial Contest---Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Sept 8, 2015

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Holes

Cumbumer eyes fall
On leaves without thirsty ears
Is this fall's regret?

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Aftermath

The breeze stenciled in gray as night dims low
Engraving war's moments, blood of sorrow.



Rhyme Battle: Round 6 , Juli-Michelle

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Let the Innocent Live

Evening mimics the streetchildren
thrusting out and down with fright.

Predators heave along the bend
solid as a rock, bodies  streaming brawn and muscle,
how cruel! Their red eyes shoot like arrows.

The young sceams and parries.
Laughter makes it way on dirt roads
a battle is won, the rattling clatter
of boney skins, of feet's hooves 
tearing up the hard soll.

Older women whio a cry
veiled in old lace, their breath
spoied with the acid of midnight.

I will not take this!

Tell the air of freedom to come,
for I do not want to see the terror
of a nect generation on filth.

I will not take this!

The hours come wide open.
Flag of clouds rush on
and the heart rings of dreams
where my hut embraces their pain.


--- I try to help make this world a better one
by giving my time to abused children
as a Church volunteer.

--- Contest on Words of Wisdom