‘All the World’s a Stage’ (contest:Kaleidoscope) Thought torn curtains need never close with actors of every nation composed masked or known fifteen minutes in adornment worn on a stage screening centuries a star is born aged and another born again and again yet the audience stays same briefly awed, bored, dazed as this constant stream … More ‘All the World’s a Stage’

Diamond Dust Once refined to brilliant,educated of mind. Elevated. Enraptured  my heart by you, Divine spinning me in due season into gravel girl blasted busted by unkind, brutal plastered silt under feet as hot tears stream me down a dark cavern to repeat rough, unrefined. Bruted in reverse. Diamond Dust. Undefined. Written orignally for contest … More Diamond Dust

Xenophobia Xenophobia zaps unity. Kills joint love wherever destructive egos gravitate together perpetuate attitudes condescending braggadocious manipulate others into hysteria fear. Suspicion never yields valuable quality relationships. Write a poem for contest (A)maze Me Such With Your (Z)eal! – Crazy dave C’mon! Submit a work using all letters of the alphabet Without them all just … More Xenophobia

‘All Is Well! . . . All Is Well!’ All crowns internationally agreed this woman, her throne quickly globally to concede; though, actually, yanked from her indeed. She did not give it up willingly. As she, in her heart, preened: ‘I sit as queen, and I am not a widow, and I will never see … More “All Is Well! . . . All Is Well!”

Butterfly Wings Day-flying moths, beautiful butterflies with glorious colors gliding into visual and our lives with a grace apace slowly or swiftly their ability in their flutterings. And when on you one lands a sweetness and happiness one feels inside or out maybe a squeal or appreciative muttering. Yet, one must not forget their efforts … More Butterfly Wings

Ten Miles High (contest Cloudy with a chance of poetry) Ten miles high into a darkening sky to peer not afraid, but respectful I have no fear behind my window pane without lights interior, I’m still while lying waiting, waiting, as you rumble your words increasingly saying, “I’m loud. I’m proud. I’m mighty.” His sound. … More Ten Miles High

IF IT SHOULD DELAY (Contest Chain poem contest. Points: – Willb491) If it should delay as a child sings “Are we there yet?” hoping a grand adventure to soon begin ringing, ringing loving parents ears as patiently to distract them they do, to focus on things like games to play or out of the window … More IF IT SHOULD DELAY

I Love You . . . and, Yet I love you to life as we live it each spring with all of its glorious vibrant living offerings: a sprouting anew: yellows, reds, greens and violet tulips to also push through as rebirth continues to ensue overturning soil, though with nutrients embued. Our love climbed as … More I Love You . . . and, Yet

Escape (contest Quote #2 – ImKahy) Circling round as by a full moon led, eclipsed into stark darkness a once warm glowing sun overhead as voices ominous continually fed a hunger for affection, addiction, death, or just spawned a life creepy horrid lived in crippling dread. So to run from what’s inside my head, I … More Escape

Where I Stand (1st draft) Where I stand I want firm, not sand to know, not speculate to understand. Where I stand I want no fog no mist to bewilder no spiritual bog. Not to wander from solid, firm or trade from proof. Fleeing mystery or shadows, I desire clearly to discern. I want/need a … More Where I Stand