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Franco Gonza Poem
A galaxy
lives within me
through sky’s marquee
my heart beholds
one earth’s design—
as moon, lake twine
in peace, I shine
from heaven's mold.
Desiderata Contest--nette onclaud
Franco Gonza 7 Dec 2014
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Thunder growls beneath fired sky
Crackling its way down street wires
As booms pound on our ceiling.
Forceful winds roughen wheezed noise
In a pitch quite deafening
While we huddle together;
Enjoying silent movies.
SEVENBITS Contest hosted by nette onclaud
10.02.2017
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He strides
In jeweled plumes,
Flaunting majestic tail
To court a maiden of his dream,
and reel!
Contest :An American Beauty
Write Like Adelaide---Andrea Dietrich
Jan 19, 2015
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A truant blizzard's hurl allowed shadows hide
when the night was pale. And all the dark ravens yelled
as I buried my cat, last year, frozen and dead. That all
the lilies of in between, wailed of my Christmas eulogy.
For the contest, A Christmas Memory,
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Nov 21, 2015
From Franco Gonza
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hush now my daughter
let lamplights crown your damp hair
waiting for beaded prayers
to bathe teary sky
empty Mom's chair rocks no more…
heaven sails with her pearled lips
Choka
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Housework
Big jerk
Contest of Judy Konos
One Footle Only
From Franco Gonza/ 8.Jul.15
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I inhabited a small house near the shore
where the fishes of men hauled their nets,
in dawn’s waters under boats
of wood sheltered by thinning masts.
Time was when they were like kin of god
Trying to feed the hunger of men;
with bodies burnt by a merciless sun
as hands, blowin' free,
allayed 2,000 souls or more.
Riding through for many hours, to catch food
They now pray for bounty when nights break,
While we strum guitars, " The king will come",
That would supply our children’s bowls.
Our trawlers arrive and throw the sword
Weary from roughened winds, leaf, and streams
Yet,I watch them smiling under a darkened cloud,
Looking like apostles of our tiny harbor.
Brian's Select A
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Her mood changes, I’ll never guess
But, she’s the breath that soothes time’s ache---
Mildly rambling,my fond words bring
A love nurtured through season’s test.
19 January 2016
Contest of nette onclaud: Response To Potpourri
“People forget that marriage is art,
So it should be refreshed every day.” Quote 3
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ocean wild lashes--
swallowing dump of bodies
against mild-pink clouds
Haiku 102, Nathan D Contest
11 Feb 2016
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My contempt for anger always shows
Unaware it breeds in my own veins--
How to be better, my heart follows
A pathway of kindness this like follows
Contest Grook, for Silent One
14 Feb 2016
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