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there you are by  leoferaco

 

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Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

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Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

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Agony by  David Grigorian

 

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At The Tartan Bonnet

At the Tartan Bonnet
next to the Smithy’s stall,
a picture labelled monster
is hanging on the wall.

The photograph is fuzzy,
looks like a bunch of tyres,
held to a piece of deadwood
by nails and string, or wires.

The locals say that tourists
are gullible, rich fools,
that no sign has been noted
by scientific tools.

The view over the water
is really rather good;
another compensation
is finest ale and food.

a scottish love song

An ancient memory invades the fuar 
I pull my cape around me close
And climb the rock to see:
for I belonged to him
He ne’er belonged to me

I sit alone and stare to sea.....
Shrouded by the mist- 
my soul calls out to crashing waves
summoning his memory.
For I belonged to him.
He ne’er belonged to me.

LUCIFER

LUCIFER

Across a dark and brooding sky
in winged flight , he fell, the Favorite
of God’s kingdom, the Bearer of Light,
and like a shooting star streaks of fire
betrayed EVIL’S coming .
Man lost his innocence . And the Soul
shuddered in fear

The Fallen one

I am merely dirt, camouflaged as sand.
A snake-like twerp,
spreading poison
at the touch of my hand.
Commonly confused with bile
I hide behind the vilest of smiles.

I'm nothing if not a plague.
One so bitter, so rancid, so overstayed.
Wretched and putrid a few of my names.

A perfect storm that is sorrow
mixed with some shame.
When Blended together,
makes a hurricane no one man can weather.

I am all that is hate.
The purest of disease.
Unchallenged by Fate.
I rule with such ease.

c a r c a s s e

a machine is a wreck
with flesh
purpose its mere
animation

people...pets..
animals are Love
care..survival
nurture if all went
well

they are not wrecks
but flesh and bone
heart and soul

journeys and travels
routs and rails
flightpaths
and compounds

and of the Creatures
collisions of Love
of Night things
and Day beings
the clash
power
control

The Answer: Accretion

This stellar happening
(with which arose the planet)
accumulates vast quantities
of ever-orbiting fragments
then spews the dust heavenward,
for us to see as blue.

The Nile

I'm in a barbed wire canoe, oh lord,
paddlin, paddlin, paddlin upstream,
I'm in a barbed wire canoe, oh lord,
paddlin, paddlin, paddlin upstream,

I got no paddle, oh lord, oh lord,
paddlin, paddlin, paddlin upstream,
I got no paddle, oh lord, oh lord,
paddlin, paddlin, paddlin upstream,

it's de longest ribber in de world, oh lord,
paddlin, paddlin, paddlin upstream,
it's de longest ribber in de world, oh lord,
paddlin, paddlin, paddlin upstream,

Moving Forward

I burn the painful memories of the past
and watch as the wind scatter their ashes away.
My heart, is free to reach beyond the stars
I'm ready to face the trials of life! Come what may..

The Stealthy Poet...

The Stealthy Poet...

He's never had it quite this good
An audience at last!
See me, folks of my old hood
I've made the big time at last!

I pretend I'm crazy
Or maybe just not there
But I really ain't that lazy
I'm on my way somewhere

My paranoia is in full bloom
I think there's someone in my room
Maybe day-mares from them shrooms
I'm having thoughts of impending doom

POTIONT QUATRO

raw
chaffed
burnt by the idol suns
the Hulls sucked waves
on shores where
blood swam
where warriors fought
and warriors won
the vanquished gave
up breath
the booty hauled
aboard tied silenced
hoarded
neath brilliant sails
and row away
from smouldering
cursed village
a sign too those
of what may
return
what will come
too be
of Odin Freya
and Loki!

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