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To love you, you want the moon.
To be with you, you demand I sing your tune.
I have denied myself time and again,
And yet you still treat me with the same disdain.
Tell me, how long can love last when ignored?
You were the one I once loved and adored!
But now, after giving you the moon, my soul, my all
I have come to realize I have nowhere left to fall.
So take your moon and treat it right.
And, perhaps someday you’ll feel the slight
Of love cast away....
And beg your lover not to stray.
10 March 2020
Written for Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
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Walking in the gentle rain, on a cobblestone path,
A dark-haired belle blended in with the blackened sky
A wonder too commanding for any god to behold.
Beauty eternal.
Too much allure, too pure to wither.
She had to remain as she always was.
Stone cold lying on the floor.
Beauty eternal.
She stays like this. The world could not bear to see the sight of her changed.
If life must end, hers ends at the apex. Sacrificed on the granite altar to her perfection.
Beauty eternal.
Again! I am forced to stare through that glassy stone …
Shantelle - beyond words, beyond form, beyond thought …
Rise like the phoenix to the stars as you ought …
Beauty eternal.
February 28, 2020
Title Chosen: Shantelle Eternal
Shantelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
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Through trials and war, in and out -
A man, a woman has only so much to grant.
All long for it, but it is too hard to avoid all doubt.
Still, through scorn and scoffs only it can supplant?
It is said that it is worthy of all –
How can it though? As it is not intact?
For no mortal has not had a fall.
Thus, it is only at hand to distract.
Anybody can try to worship it.
But what is it, if not a crutch?
Although it can hurt to admit,
As all anybody wants is a touch.
Again and again it follows -
All know, no mortal can quit it. And if it is a hunt,
It flits away as if a bird, as if swallows.
So do not hurry it or confront.
Softly allow it to brush upon you.
Only if it adopts you can it bring joy.
So sit and allow it to woo.
And hark back that it is always coy.
Written on 23 July 2020
Written for Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest sponsered by Emile Pinet
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Small goals and desires
Is it lack of ambition
Or just laziness?
Written 07/25/2020
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There is an enemy too small to see with the naked eye.
The 1600’s, the 2000’s, years before and between –
Have seen its result. Waves of death and destruction.
And with each comes a new form of believed protection.
When medicine was young, people had a never ending supply –
Of ointments guaranteed to heal. When all they needed was to be clean.
During the Black Death, they listened to the Plague Doctor’s instruction.
But those doctors with their long hooked masks never made the right connection.
Lack of knowledge makes us weak and we blame those on high.
But with time (and a substantial increase in hygiene),
It was realized that death can have a reduction.
So the Plague masks were put away into a collection.
Time passes, danger grows as connections between people magnify.
Problems arise from encroachment, from birds, from swine.
And with it all comes success and of pride, overproduction.
Thus, in the modern time we failed at detection.
It crept up so quickly and suddenly the world was awry.
Schools canceled, goodbyes missed, as all pretend to be fine.
The more we learn the more is added to the instruction.
But with all doing what they can we will again decrease the infection.
Written 24 July 2020
Written for 10-20 lines on MASK Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mohan Chutani
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Still wind as the couple walks down the lane.
Stolen glances as they avoid touching hands.
Pastry puff upon the air, Sunday morning dew,
Too near for comfort, too far for pain.
How I wish I could evade this fearsome torment so divine!
If I could only pluck the bittersweet rose before it e’er grew.
Why would God grant you such supreme sovereignty o’er my soul?
Is there any means to steal your heart when you have stolen mine?
To speak to the angel would be too hasty
My strength so fragile couldn't bear the glorious toll.
But to not? My mind is berated in relentless pain
For the Love of God, Let me kiss your scarlet lips so tasty
To know where you are is the question of my being,
While it seems to me you may be deceiving.
The spirit of my heart is on the verge of shattering,
Bittersweet is the love you left, with me dreaming.
29 February 2020
Created for Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
3. A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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God is patient just like
little children waiting
to be born,
God is quiet just like
the wind blowing
through the trees,
God is loving just like
parents loving their children,
God is caring just like
people are for each other.
25 July 2012
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One Two Three, One Two Three...
Dip and turn, the night has only begun
One Two Three, One Two Three...
Softly swaying, the music sets us free
Low lights flicker like fire flies,
Your face illumined in a soft golden glow.
My oh my how the time flies,
And yet, forever can be seen in our eyes.
One Two Three, One Two Three...
We waltz to the sound of the fading sun.
One Two Three, One Two Three...
You stay close and promise forever with me.
Deep colours, blood red and royal blue,
I could dance all night with no need to sleep.
No time to be down, no time to be blue.
Dancing through the night we are the lucky few.
One Two Three, One Two Three...
Soft lullaby which signals the night done...
One Two Three, One Two Three...
Come join me where I alone have the key...
02 March 2020
Kim Rodrigues’ DWM Contest
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Love is blissfully
Being unaware of the
Earth spinning around.
23 July 2012
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Squeak! The furry critters run,
Although they knows not what for.
Ah... the rat race has begun.
Always scampering for more,
Run... Run... RUN! There is no end.
We will get there soon they swore.
Cannot tell who’s foe, who’s friend.
Climbing over, bodies down.
Is there some way to transcend?
Blood, tears, sweat, fears. All do drown.
Silent screaming. What is life?
If you don’t fight you’re the clown.
All is darkness in this strife.
Does anyone really care?
Who knows if I take the knife?
Suddenly a light, a stare.
Another option spoken.
Someone else who is aware.
How can I take it, broken?
Words of peace, and not compared.
“Accept the proffered token”.
So from the race I was spared,
Peace, freedom, a place to breathe!
Then... return to those ensnared.
03 March 2020
Title Chosen: A Lull
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 14-Tristich
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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