Posts tagged ‘poets corner’

November 16, 2017

Couture to Conform

by Colly

image, shutterstock

dressed warm


 

Her eyes fell like doves…

The moon’s glare ravish…

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November 16, 2017

The Gift

by Harry

Submitted by Claire Carroll
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The gift my parents accepted on my behalf
was a gift not of my choosing

The gift, a result of years of indoctrination
Was a gift worth losing.

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November 16, 2017

November Day

by Harry

Peter M Burns
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November Day.
No worries:
Just shoot the breeze
In convivial companionship with
Autumnal liberated leaves
Protecting scavenging hungry mice
From mouths that seek to feed upon them
As they scurry to and fro.

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November 16, 2017

Winter, in Canada, 2017

by Colly

personal photo

 

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Winter has changed its mind.

With a good downpour

it’s once again green.

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November 15, 2017

Singing numbers with Jill Possum

by Colly

Image, Shutterstock

possums

Jill blossom, a grey haired possum…

She carried eight joeys upon her back.

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November 14, 2017

Poppies

by Harry

Submitted by Christine Magee

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I moved with her in her shadow,
always running behind,
keeping in perfect step with her mood
and trying to usher her out into daylight
so that I could gather poppies in the sun.
If I succeeded, I was invited to dance
and we’d twirl round and around.
I’d throw back my head
as I burst into her laughter,
weaving in and out of her displeasure
and leaping onto the pages of her good books.

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November 14, 2017

Five for Fall

by Harry

Submitted by wayne scheer

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Autumn
Nature’s piñata
Leaves scattered like candy.

Autumn
Jackson Pollack dabbing colour
On a drab canvas.

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November 14, 2017

Change of Seasons; Change of Heart

by Harry

Submitted by Adrian King

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With the falling leaves
Did his ambitions reign high
But end soon appeared.

Down came silent snow.
Christmas season had arrived
Yet gifts brought no joy.

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November 14, 2017

Tea-time between a hare and a mouse

by Colly

Image, Shutterstock

cute mouse tea

 

 



A lovely tea-time


was found by the continental mouse

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November 13, 2017

It Is Something To Have Been

by HemmingPlay
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“Karma,” New Orleans, Louisiana, USA. An impressive sculpture is located in the Sydney and Walda Besthoff Sculpture Garden, which is found at the New Orleans Museum of Art. It is made by Korean artist Do Ho Suh.

I am well past my 20s,
that golden time
when I only saw a little—and even that
with optimistic eyes.

I’m past the days of cheap
apartments with friends and wine and roaches,
lentils and rice for breakfast,
or leftover cold pizza.

I’m beyond learning of
war and death and pestilence.
The visitations of grief
have marked me, too.

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November 12, 2017

A Winter Festivity

by Colly

 

~ personal photo ~

 

 

Winter’s paradise in ones back yard as birds far and near take part in the festivities !

unique birds

November 11, 2017

Endings

by HemmingPlay

It’s easy to see the beginnings of things,

not so easy to see the endings.

With eyes like cameras,

the silent guide

can tell you things

you will not believe.

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November 9, 2017

Personal Integrity

by Colly

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It’s not money that comforts it’s integrity of spirit !

November 9, 2017

Laws of Morality

by Colly

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When the laws

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November 8, 2017

Blue – short child’s poem

by Colly

 

shutterstock image

cute photo

 

I see a sail it is blue like the whale.

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November 8, 2017

Galaxy

by jaybluepoems

Artist's concept of exoplanet orbiting Fomalhaut

Be still sweet love, my heart be thine,
yet in this breaking moment trips,
for here suspended ‘midst the stars
are hidden dreams in furrowed rifts.

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November 7, 2017

Wasted Potential

by Harry

Submitted by Tom Higgins
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He worked for years
And he worked very hard
He went to the clock
And he punched his card.
He sold his life
By the hour
To the guy
In the Ivory tower.
Then came the day
When he could see
The way that life
Was meant to be.

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November 7, 2017

BLAZING FLIGHT

by Harry

Submitted by Joanna M. Weston

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the phoenix lies
in feathered ashes
swallows embers
that light her throat
with weary flame

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November 7, 2017

The Santa train is here again!

by Colly

Image, Shutterstock

very cute

 

 

A choo choo is coming your way!

The conductor’s cab is red.

Red as a barn shed.

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November 7, 2017

Is love our cornerstone…?

by Colly

Image, Shutterstock

heart shapes


Why can’t we just love

our differences instead

  of trying to be the same?

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November 5, 2017

There is No Word For Art

by Alanna

IMG_1345-001There is no word for art in their language

It is infused in the fabric of their culture

Adorning their bodies and homes

With sacred symbols

On baskets, clothing, totems, rocks

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November 3, 2017

roadland

by Harry

Submitted by riverzeal

Website: http://mudlines.wordpress.com

I met a man the other day
He said his name was Hemingway
Just another soul to stray
To try to read and stack away

I once worked as a servant
Nervous weren’t working merchants
So I quit and fell earnest hungry
Introverted in, in, into the current

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November 3, 2017

Candlelit Candle – form poetry

by Colly

Image, Shutterstock

more candles


You

are

the candle

when my

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November 2, 2017

Winter’s Candle – form poetry

by Colly

Image, Shutterstock

super pretty winter


The

snow

crisscrosses,

darts,

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November 1, 2017

Almost frame-like

by Colly

stellar bird

The calendar has flipped a page.

The month of November is on its way.

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October 31, 2017

Halloween – 2017

by Colly

lit pumpkin

The skeletons are coming out clattering about.

Jack-o-lanterns light the night, glowing softly.

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October 31, 2017

The Ink Is Dry

by Harry

Submitted by Peter M Burns
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The ink is dry,
Absorbed,
Into the arid desert of the page
Creating mirages of muddled thought
As a drought of imagery shrinks,
Stains the cavities of the brain.
Blinded blankness cannot navigate
This desolate terrain,
Where words escape
Singularly or collectively.
Each struggles to imprint,
In vain.
Time refills in lettered surges
That flow across the vastness
Of the paper plains
To fertile lines
Ploughed by pen in fields of rhyme
To ripen into dreams that mice
And men can read and follow,
When the ink flows.

October 31, 2017

The Beauty of Family

by Colly

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The Beauty of Family

The beauty of family is its ever elasticity.

The beauty of family is acceptance in adversity.

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