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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

03/24 My Favorite Pet was won by  Alex Tanner withy the poem My Pal Jet.

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SEEING TEA

Sitting planning for tomorrow
a glass of iced tea at my hand.
The clear glass reflects my fragile plans.

The tea is how plans come to pass.
I can foretell but minutes only
for as both tea and time's depth increases
things blur and accuracy decreases.

The ice is bumps along the way;
I know they're there to run into
and often shatter plans
as they themselves splinter.
Time affects them both.

Such is time,
such is tea,
such is me.
Take another sip.

Scorpion Witch

Scorpion Witch

Imp!
Unto new depths esoteric revelations seek this angelic nymph demon
Naughty over wayward,
Witchery heretic yore.
Impatiently;
Cauldrons overboil under lustful desire
Numbing over time
A toil turns ‘round a cancerous tumor
Yellow oil unstable…
Insidious notions
Tread highly entwined
Wretchedly answering yes
Improperly
Weaving alternately naivety to end’s demise.

Old and New

One single instant
took me from
the ruins of mortality,
and plucked the glide
of gleaming thread
that was my life,
until I thought Atrophe
had used her shears.

And perhaps she did;
snipping at the endless
thread that Clotho spun,
first from Destiny,
then from all choice
I made through winding
maze of wondrous life.

soup mix

the meds cut the noise..
i hear my voice
my fear calming me
I asked a woman to sit
upon my lap and she did
we are both broken
in different ways
she is not my common-law
woman

there are rules of good behaviour
and ways to try to be
i pushed my sqealing
cart uncaring
and lived ragged and wild

Fitztroy... Section Fifteen [ A Study In Pink ]

What horror was this, that chased him so?
Nothing he could see

Did he really want to know?
“What is after me?”

Stay quiet now, use no lights
Locked doors and keeping still

Trembling now in the darkest night
Staying sane by force of will

Black his thoughts, of deep despair
He knows not where to turn

Evil stalks; follows everywhere
Red eyes flame and burn

Fearing for his very life
He hides in darkened room

Wishing for, more than a knife
Fitzy waiting for his doom

Dinner At The Lake.

She's a young mother of two
dated knuckle heads, immature.
Two kids in tow from deadbeat dads
saggers using kids as pawns for sex.

Be a man, be a man, be a man,
Drop that attitude not your pants.
Raise your daughters and your sons
not your brows at honey buns.

Moonlight dinner at the lake
they courted wee hours in the night.
the crescent moon their candle light
maybe she found a suitable mate.

in passing the twilight..... friends

see us in golden light

as emerges the
ultimate night

let memories for ever remain bright
when we all are out of sight

till then many a candle light!
while you can
continue the fight
alright!

Integrity

Phineas, son of Belus,
privileged for only want.
Will you accept true merit
integrity holds for you?

T’was not lack of doubt nor clout
strength, but pride denied your prize.
Fight and flight! Valorous plight!
Surely she should be here now.

Bitterness your consolation.
Which this, you take so eagerly; gingerly.
Andromeda wretchedly stolen away!
Cruelly mocked by him; Winged Betrayer!
Her with her complacent laughs.

RESURRECTION

RESURRECTION

I am a river raging
to Ocean's deep
where I will join all others
in my eternal sleep..
But I will rise again
in drops of rain
and morning dew
for all that ends
begins anew..

your beautifuller eyes....

O beauty thou art

when thy face half concealed
cometh out in the open
let all eyes see the beauty
that thou hidest

behind veiled covers

let me feel the vibrancy of thy countenance
as to the world thy beauty thou dost reveal

I am just a loner passer by
in the world of admirable beauty
can you now let your face reveal?
what lies ahead for me...

If you want to see me

through my eyes
then unveil my friend
your beautifuller eyes.....
love lies within my eyes...

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