A Valentine’s Day Giggle Poem

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If  a gentleman can make a gal giggle,
There’s a good chance that gal will like you.

A Valentine’s Day Smitten Limerick

Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.

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I’ve been smitten; there’s no way I’d mistake it
And I don’t know how you will take it.

WHEN YOU COME TO ME

WHEN YOU COME TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

I love it

when you come

to me

TEMPTED

By Charles Robert Lindholm   4:20 1/7/2017

I was tempted

but I resisted

it was easy

when I had no desire

when I had no need

when I had no hunger

I said, “No”

before I met you

YOU’RE AN INSPIRATION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

To a woman of beauty,
with a mischievous smile
and a seductive pose

with words that thrill me
in poems and prose”

HAIKU: THE YOUNG SHALL VOTE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

OUR AMERICA

BELONGS TO EVERY PERSON

A Valentine’s Day Giggle Poem

Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.

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If you’re a gentleman and can make a gal giggle,
There’s a good chance that gal will like you.

Autumn

    Autumn

 

So many things

are vulnerable to cold—

the cucumber’s crisp

and my sweet basil’s toes,

CHANGE

Submitted by The Dark Horse

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Do seasons shift?

Why do you stand in a limbo
Faithfully expecting the sun to remain

You’ll burn out from the rays of its ceaseless continuity
Only to then be eroded once the downpours turn up to your shores

Does passion eventually disenchant like fashion?

Most haikus

Submitted by Ed Ehren

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Most haikus one reads

Are nonsensical bullshit

Much like this one is

Why we hate Trump

Submitted by Ed Ehren
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We don’t hate Trump because he’s Muslim
We don’t hate Trump because he’s black

Cleanliness of thought

Submitted by  tejaswibenjamin

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Cleanliness, purity of mind, thought and heart,

will surely make you a sweetheart.

Meditation and yoga are the way to go,

the benefits of it you will surely know.

Clear all bad thoughts, you will reach the skies,

you have only one life, so be wise.

WHEN

Submitted by Marie Tarrant

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I’m remembering days of yesteryear,
When fags were cheap, and so was beer.
When London streets were plagued by smog
When fires burned from coal and a log.
When steam poured out of engines of trains,
When there were no traffic jams in lanes.
When cars were new and bikes were rode,
When the coalman called and dropped his load.

OLD FASHIONED WINTER

Submitted by Marie Tarrant

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The smoke from chimneys climbing high
Form cloud like objects in the sky
The mist lies hovering over a field
Logs for fires in gardens build
The smell of cooking through the air
With bonfire smoke, they mix and share
The sun is out but cooler now
The farmers put away the plough
Trees undressed and waiting for,

Ode to Kashmir

Submitted by Ayesha Azhar

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Three in the morning
There’s been a raid
Twenty-one for the mourning
Seventeen coffins prepared

Wild, wild and vile
Blood, gore and bile
Broken limbs; still, still eyes
Food everywhere; it’s a feast for the flies

ANTHEM OF UNITY BY CHINA ALEXANDRIA

Submitted by CHINA ALEXANDRIA

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JOSEPH WORE A COAT OF MANY COLOURS
JESUS WORE A CROWN FIT FOR A KING
WHEN EVIL COMES IT DOESNT RAISE A BANNER
EVIL WILL NOT HARM US HEAR US SING.

They say your in a better place

Submitted by Sasha Deppen
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They say your in a better place
But what the hell do they know
They say your always with me
As I shake my head real slow
There is no better place for you,

a diamond shining bright

Submitted by patricia picciocchi
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clay akin your soul
is like a diamond shining bright
the depth I can see when darkness
comes your soul shines bright

An American Satire

Submitted by Peter M Burns
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The elephant sitting in a sycamore tree
Lazily peeling a banana for his tea
Pauses to wonder why ants are free
To march with banners extolling
Demands to ban pesticides that are
Harmful to them and pollenating bees.

The creative well is all dried out

Submitted by Catherine Keller

The creative well is all dried out
Hiding the truth in plain sight
Seasons change and so do we
In this dysfunctional paradise.
Another day about to be wasted
As a fading youth
Trapped within these ink-splattered pages.

Vladimir

Submitted by Ed Ehren

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Each time that he see’s Vladimir
He wants to take it up the rear
Mind you, not because he’s queer
But what he did to get him here.

Pretending it’s your lips

Submitted by Meg Eliza

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Kissing the rim of my coffee cup
Pretending it’s your lips
Imagining the feeling
Of your hands upon my hips
Where hands meet hips and hearts meet lips
I never could imagine something better

Vexes

Submitted by Catherine Keller
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We’re always chasing, killing and craving time
There will always be bullies
Whether it be in the sandbox
Or the Senate.

Donald and Vladimir’s rendezvous

Submitted by  Ed Ehren
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You bought me dinner,I gave you a rose
You sucked on my fingers,I sucked on your toes

Caravan

Submitted by Pratik Bose
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Night after night
My city passes through
Some drowsy dark eyes..

When I die
I scarcely think
But I bleed all because of fading past

Cynical is the city’s

 Submitted by Timmy the Scribbler

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widest, brightest, boulevard;
not a smudge, nor a gouge to be found
and strong drinks are often on the houses
on the condition the existence
of the secret suction machine
is kept mum by whosoever partakes,

Third party-

Submitted by Meg eliza

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Another slam poem about love right,
But the thing ill never understand is the way that your hand;
Can fit so perfectly into another’s.
that happiness is monumental but so momentary.
I don’t know maybe it’s just me or my inability to see the cracks and creases in the broken pieces of your smile.

‘The World is My Canvas’

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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I open my eyes
With a purpose in my mind,
Life on it’s curvy path
It’s actually quite one-of-a- kind.
The lofty mountains,
The oceans so wide.
Browns and blues,
A palette so myriad.