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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

03/24 I Was Bullied was won by Candlewitch with the poem Ramming Speed!

03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me was won by  Mark with the poem What My Best Friend Gave Me

03/24 Looking At The Stars was won by Alaethia D with the poem Dear Heart, One More Time

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Is spring in yet, or could the buds she eyed
have blushed the plains – that's where she often lies.
Is spring in yet, or could the scent in guise
perfumed ahead, before she'd deep, down stride.

Is spring in yet, why then do lilies hide?
They, shy, subside, but then they'd early rise;
she wakes, then they would show- those haunting eyes.
Is spring in yet, I see it broad and wide.

The Infinity of Space

The universe in all its glory,
home of the countless stars,
planets, big and small,
galaxies far and near,
is always expanding.

Each planet and star
rotating at their own speed,
move in their own orbit
some, a million light years away
their past being seen from earth

Here life and death
is a continuous cycle
as planets are born
or reduced, minuscule
by the great devourer.

Good Nighty Night with the Sandman

I'm sleepy as heck
trying to play gummy drop
I'm tired of being up this late
far far into the wee hours of dawn.

Ohh! I'm rocking to the right
and rocking to the left
awaken by my body motion
which kept me from falling to the floor.

I think I'll call it "lights out"
and say "good nighty night"
with my stylus in hand I'm played
gummy drop on my iPhone with the sandman.

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my knew friend

I have this knew and reel good friend
he's come too help me with my rights
my poems and my prose, shortly
will aspirate too grater heights

I now know longer kneed worry
if weather I have spilt things write

I can rely on my knew friend
to watch four me four for spilling slights
sew now my talent will a crew
and I'll right stuff of pure delights

with not a care I might mis-do
(and know kneed now four dumb re-rights).

Washed Up Lovers...

Washed Up Lovers…

Lava hot kisses fuelled by
your mischievous blue eyes,
explosions charging through our
bodies, created by touch
ardour, surprise.

Haven’t left our bed for days,
sleep hasn’t come for many an hour
I just want to be here while you amaze,
don’t want to leave that grip of power.

Clinging sweaty dreamlike movement,
wow again I feel that sudden ache.
I wonder will it ever be spent,
then I see your lust remake.

WILDERNESSES

I have walked the wooded ways
since I was the merest child
through winter's clear and summer's haze
and often thought myself quite wild.

These lands were easily understood,
for wild places have no politics
so time was spent there when I could
as life's candles consumed their wicks.

In times of both deep joy and sorrow
peace always waited for me there
and helped me face the next tomorrow,
relieving any stress or care.

The Pushers

out the window
pitchforks rise
village torches, fear blown eyes

be you queer
or Mohammed
allied hysterics weave the thread

god’s own drones
will not give way
the holy bank note’s here to stay

and while the hate
is seeping in
divisive plans are underpinned

the war machine
your faithful friend
has nothing for you in the end

Lady Knight, Knights of Chivalry
Soul passion, her creation, her discernment
her inherent talent, arts and technology
She strived to attain knowledge from the Internet.

During her virtual interaction she met a feminist scientist
name Samantha.

Then Lady Knight resigned from Chivalry
Burnt her bra in a fit of revelry
and spent her talent chasing the science
of pendulum swing and the associated relevance

Workshop: 

Noahamen! ...halved reducng unread

Till disease do us part
There are only three diseases
maybe four
may be some more
which we all here are afraid of

one is dementia
second Alzheimer’s
third Parkinson’s
fourth Cancer
fifth and finally
lungs going, going, gone

in no desired order!

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