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 Whistle Stop Grove by Izzi Reinier

 

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Poetic Creations by Mark

 

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there you are by  leoferaco

 

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Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

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March 2024 Contest Winners!

Congratulations to our contest Winners 

 

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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Oh Alice, Put Down The Seagull

On multi-coloured cliffs
comedic seagulls
escape the intruders
in shifts

Playing a Seagull game
of chess
they nest and make
use of cliff condominiums
hide and seek

Alice a nordic beauty
(If there was a contest)
a winner if I ever saw one

Reaching for the Seagulls'
eggs
the birds suddenly
attack

"put down our young!"
"put down our young!"
they screech
all Alice can do
is reach for the ledge

ARTISAN......

draw
an outline
and form it

my strong smooth hands
along the thighs
the hips
the stomach the ribs

up to cup the perfection
the delicate blades of
shoulder
the strong limber neck
and throat arched just
right

and tresses
that catch the light
and smell of summer
days and fresh winter
mornings

put a glitter in the eye
and a pull of a smile
at the corners of
a dimpled mouth

all I need is the heart
but this is the key
that breaks all others

THE EGG

THE EGG

Aborted. 
Born and packed in sixes
sold as food, hard boiled,
cracked into a pan, beaten,
eaten, secreted, forgotten.

Spawned, collected, stored,
spread on toast, devoured;
shaken onto bees,
wafted by the breeze,
carried by the seas,
transported to foreign shores.

Guarded, warmed, rolled,
stolen, jogged on a silver spoon,
painted with beautiful patterns,
preserved in palaces for kings,
admired, desired, works of art.
The egg. 

26th January 2013.

what a ..loveliest dawn twas

loveliest dawn twas

I arose today at dawn
Like the day I was born.. ..
how do you that say?

well I knew you’d ask me so
my pop upstairs came in my dreams
and showed me as a beautiful exquisite babe
in my moms’ arms
Oh! what charms..

No not on my face but my moms
she was really beautiful, a Queen like bee
but not many moms are like as was she…

a child adorn by all around
love and kisses only I found,
immersed in honey of love
of all siblings
I was like a darling …

An Apparent Friendship

I can think of but one thing
that can help me through my day,

and that's the fact we are so close
my greatest blessing to come my way.

I often wonder what I did
to deserve such a true, close friend;

some might conclude I'm just a lucky guy
by how much quality time we spend.

A good relationship takes serious effort
from both of the parties involved,

we've spent a lot of time learning together
that any problem can be solved !

Australia Day 2013

(A Commemorative Retrospective)
`

Sup with me
this bread of affliction
on which our fellowship
was made whole, amid mould.

Drink with me
this cup of sacrifice,
our atonement now
from derision complete.

Which generation
withered in searing,
wanton parchedness;
whose generation
bleeds and sweats
for dreams gone dry.

Why Australia, God --
its dusty ochred plains
You must kindly love;
forever in Your heaving
bosom gently lay,
Eternal Promise unfold.

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Hot or cold?

Do I prefer being hot or cold
The former i guess, if I were old
Fans whirring
ice slurping
stone as cold as can be

Cold floors to lie on
Swimming pools to dive in
The cold cold sea

Cotton dresses,
Sun glasses
Sweat trickling free

Water fights
Sound nice
When you're as hot as can be

Forty f.cking five degrees.
Or minus 2 and freeze freeze freeze

I AM by John Clare (GREAT POETRY WORKSHOP)

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

what more love can man /woman /being expect

than to be loved
despite ones anonymity
city
and being black or beauty
across the seven seas
Canada to Florida
Aussie maybe
or from Amazon ...
let not my being disturb anyone
for I am brought by the Divine
if there be one
to spread peace and comfort
for all down trodden...
so let it be my mission
yes under you all an admission
go not by my gender
colour or breed
just read this bard
and
of all anxiety be freed.

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