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A PLACE IN THE SUN


A place in the sun, it's there I want to run.
Orange and yellow palette brush my face,
they dry my wells of fears and so I won,
I-- slowly flower from God's skirt of grace.

Unfailing is His love shown sweet to His face,
I eagerly crave to behold in million tons
as to entwine in His warmth: My Master race.
A place in the sun, it's there I want to run.

Rainbow peeping after some raging storm spun;
His reminder that we: His people must chase
infant days to grow better with our love ones.
Orange and yellow palette brush my face

for God so kindMy pains, He soothes and erase.
Tender are His words as I read them one by one
helping me be fearless yet humble with my pace.
They dry my wells of fears and so I won--

then my heart soar high, I have some fun.
Evil always haunts but with Him, all I can evade,
hence, troubles are little but close to none.
I slowly flower from God's skirt of grace.

God crashes darkness with love not by gun.
Must we go elsewhere when He is the best hiding place?
God is everything before even life began
God our undefeatable fortress-- His base
a place in the sun.

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Sponsor	Gail Angel Doyle 
Contest Name	A Place In The Sun 
Placed 1st


©O>EGuillermo
10:20 pmJanuary 12, 2015

I dreamed a butterfly in golden days
when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze.
It fluttered to my cheek, sweet love to bring.
My heart was wont to burst and wont to sing.
In breath of morn was scent of bluebell sprays.

On blossomed blankets of the fields we’d laze,
and into one another’s eyes we’d gaze,
my love and I, as April had her fling.
I dreamed a butterfly.

Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase,
and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze.
As cruelly as a wasp, he left a sting -
and all the lovely plans we made took wing,
leaving mere memories of golden days.
I dreamed a butterfly.

2/21/13

Upon her thorny heart I bleed;
My rose I nurtured from a seed,
With blazing bloom and perfume sweet,
Who pricked me with her warm deceit,
To where I gladly bade her leave.

Her eyes and smile they did precede,
A witchly soul that did deceive,
My love to stumble with conceit;
Upon her thorny heart.

If I could pluck her to be freed,
And rip her from my soul, indeed,
My lesson thus would be complete,
Sough not a love in lusty heat.
To this my penance I accede, 
Upon her thorny heart.

I lay my head  upon the softness of its mane
My white charger, no knight for a swain
as I am the gallant rider looking for love.
Riding the green valleys with mountains above,
looking for hope in natures  fertile plain

A dream, a carousel  of  tears  and  pain
With bobbing horses making  a colourful train
Flying above a sure sign of hope, a dove
I lay my head 

Imagination in play as I search in vain
Why from happiness  must I abstain
My empty heart crying out to those above 
Praying each night, please bring me love 
Grabbing a handful of the silky white mane
I lay my head

A blazing fire is crackling its refrain
as I recall a love, perhaps not sane.
Beside this hearth you tenderly caressed
my body and we simmered; then we pressed
against each other Heat was our domain!
My heart now pulses rhythm with a rain
which beats staccato on my window pane.
Torrential is the longing in my breast -
a blazing fire.

The warmth of your embraces soon would wane.
You left, but images have seared my brain.
like you in glow of dancing flames, undressed.
I wish with all my soul that I were blessed
to have you here again, for I remain
 a blazing fire

This heavy guilt weighing on me,
Like too many leaves on a little tree
Covered in rain from a sky that poured
I hurt a person who I adored
If I could have just let things be,
Then maybe he could now run free
Instead he stands numb with a silent plea
My actions, once sweet, are now deplored
This heavy guilt
He and I, once we
Now like locks without a key
The distance so great we could never ford
But his name still on my heart is scored
I wonder if the world can see
This heavy guilt

  "Wearied Wanderlust"

upon a gilded meadow glows a bottle of tender tears
scattered ashes burnt and laden carpeting of stone
ravished emotions turbulent feasting on flesh and bone
filtering through fibers as escalating fears
harbor broken dreams evaporating in waning years
as visions petrified reside in somber tone
upon a gilded meadow glows
Life's chilling chant of haunted love still stalks
a tattered heart is wandering, wearied and all alone
swallowed a bittersweet taste of vacant cone
in endless patterns of desolate walks
upon a gilded meadow glows..

Past the graveyard deep in snow
where icicles from boughs hang low
one woman at a headstone weeps
as memories in warmth she keeps,
all dressed in black like winter crows.

Still muted angels' trumpets blow
where frost on trees like lichens grow
and 'cross the powder darkness creeps
past the graveyard.

As by wrought iron fence I go
the granite gapes in pewter rows
My heart into my throat now leaps;
her mortal love in silence sleeps
in frozen ground while snowflakes blow
past the graveyard.

MID NOVEMBER PREMIERE CONTEST any theme,any form,max of 25 lines
11/14/17

This is a rewrite of my Terzanelle, "I Pass the Graveyard".

For Our Love So True
 
For our love so true lasts now forever
For I knoweth I shall leave you never,
Here on Earth ‘n later in Heaven’s light,
Whilst God is with us on this cosmic night,
Angels sing to us with all due pleasure.

Our passions are beyond mortal measure,
As we walk tonight, hands held together,
We know our emotions feel now so right
For our love so true.

God’s divine love is our special treasure,        
Our souls, are bound now together ever,  
We ascend now with the angels in flight,
We bask in God’s holy blessings tonight.
With our souls now one, no one can severe
For our love so true.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
November 18, 2017 (Rondeau)

Just within reach - if only I could dare
to pluck that fruit! A luscious peach or pear?
No, not one of these! Metaphorically
I’m speaking! Like a bauble on a tree,
he brightly sparkled, beautiful and rare.

His eyes and lips were tender, and his hair -
smooth onyx framing one sweet face so fair!
That precious night I found sheer poetry
                                             just within reach.

To think I touched that face and loved to stare
at it, imagining the life we’d share
perhaps one day  but it was not to be.
My fondest dream had possibility
till circumstance replaced what had been there
                                             just within reach!

My wild Irish heart - what could it do
that March when into my sweet girlhood blew
euphoria to make my heart careen?
Oh, heart as fresh as clover - kelly green -
when zephyr brought its scent of something new.

The breeze caressed me; all was made askew,
for what it had been carrying was you!
Beneath my tender breast there throbbed, unseen,
my wild Irish heart.

You bridled it and then you pierced it through.
Yet wilder than before and tough it grew.
For in your aftermath, I was to glean
the lessons that my youth had not foreseen -
and evermore would pulse in me - now blue -
my wild Irish heart!


Originally For Sandy Ivy's Go Green - what green means to you? (new or old poem)Poetry Contest  and now for Linda's Get your GREEN on!!! (Get into the spirit and Go Green) Happy March17 (old/new poems)Poetry Contest

My heart was like a blank canvas, longing to be painted with love.
Full of curiosity, searching for the true colors of love.
Till you came in my life with a palette full of gripping colors
and painted my heart with an array of emotional wonders.
You painted me red with passion, you painted me pink in true love.

You painted me loyal with sky blue and zealous with green in curve.
You speckled me happy in yellow and contrasted colors in swerve.
You also sprinkled on me some specs of grey, brown and black colors.
My heart was like a blank canvas...

You filled my canvas of heart with all the vital colors of love.
You gave me a thrilling experience, true feeling of true love.
I never thought brief moments of love could be so full of colors.
I cherish all the deep emotions that amazes me with wonders.
You painted on my heart an abstract image, masterpiece of love.
My heart was like a blank canvas...


Date : 10/31/2016

Where two once stood, now one alone
Left to journey on their own
Gone the love they chose to share
Dashed in the ashes of despair
A heart now turned to stone

How for this loss will I atone
Survive without the love I've known
One broken heart beyond repair
Where two once stood

The petals of our love have flown
Upon deaths winds loves seedlings sown
The remnants of a life stripped bare
One lonely soul still standing there
Where two once stood

I see beyond the clothes you wear,
The color of your eyes and hair,
The things you both love and deplore,
Your status, education, or
All other worldly thingsI swear

My love for you cannot compare
To any other’sI’m aware
Of what you need that you might soar!
I see beyond.

You are my child; when in despair,
You need to know how much I care.
I understood your soul before
Your earthly sojourn! Evermore
I’ll guide youCome to me in prayer;
I see beyond!

For Paula Swanson's Poetry Contest: I See Beyond

I love this life in spite of all 
the trying times and every wall 
I must tear down to find success, 
although sometimes my happiness 
is thwarted, slowing to a crawl.

When lofty expectations fall 
back to the earth, when I feel small 
and uninspired, still I express 
I love this life

When joy is overwhelmed by pall, 
I'm always able to recall 
good times; then peace dispels duress
When I'm assured the Lord will bless 
with sweetness stronger than the gall, 
I love this life.

Photo 2


entered in Brian Strand's Contest No360, November 9, 2017

July 24, 2018, entered in Joseph May's Rondeau Contest

January 2, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's 2019 Poetry Marathon, Mile 8

Heated kisses,
fevered touch upon my waking.
Heated kisses,
entreating a sweet hypnosis.
Sultry promises you're making,
deep of your lips I am drinking.
Heated kisses.


Paula Swanson
For the contest Rondelet
Sponsored by DrRam
Form:  Rondolet
Placement: 6th

We two aged friends were caught today,
By shared glance Words I could not say
entranced Not you, new friends looked on,
As old friends spoke The grey false dawn
Broke thoughts while round us sunset played

Once enemies trapped in the fray,
Alike, but souls between us lay,
When we our disparate colours donned.
We two aged friends.

Freed, parted, only you could pray
Cold comfort: if we’d met halfway
Then emptiness would be foregone,
Time would let quarrels be withdrawn.
You loved not, yet this eve you stayed.
We two aged friends

Sweet Zephyrus, my Zephyrus,
westerlies' bouquet nectarous
lilac layered flirtations sail
wings whimsical whiff my skin pale
butterfly kisses generous.

Music you breathe melodious
chorus of wind-chimes feverous
sounds, symphonic in gentle flail
sweet Zephyrus.

Hands breezy - touch me delicious
flowers long-stemmed dance capricious
exhales enchanting do prevail
sighs satisfying without fail
licks sweeping softly amorous
sweet Zephyrus.



Susan Ashley
July 27, 2017

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I never got to be with you
or grow with you like sweethearts do,
just you and mebut C'est la Vie!
We had our brief sweet chemistry;
no chance to see what would ensue.

I never knew you through and through.
We never chose that avenue.
And so you are the fantasy
I never got.

And since I never could accrue
shared times with you, I have no clue
how we’d have beenNo history
is there to mar my memory,
and so it always will be you
I never got!


(Entry in Matt Caliri's I Love You Because)

                              my heart's beating why don't you see
                              in coffin why you do want me 
                              rowing my unknown lonely boat 
                              in dark sea playing sad eighth note
                              time's short when life will be set free

                              least my strength will last embrace me
                              extreme pain's drifting in mind's tree
                              don't want to die save my life boat
                              my heart's beating

                             from you and me we became three 
                             in early life we smiled with glee
                             you were seen as queen in great coat
                             now doubt my life's lost that i wrote
                             a broken box have lost my key
                             my heart's beating  


                             Sponsored by: Laura Loo 
                             Contest Description: BEST RONDEAU POEM

Enthralled am I in my deep mind,
a love like yours, so hard to find-
I’ve relinquished all that sad woe,
once I found it hard to let go,
but those days are so far behind.

Immersed in your strength I’m confined
we’re beauty and passion combined,
spellbound with magic, we shall grow-
Enthralled am I.

Absorbed with spirit I’m inclined
engaged in desire, we’re entwined-
So fascinated, this I know,
with affection our love shall glow,
so in love, you’re one of a kind-
Enthralled am I.

July 2, 2017
For the contest, Form R
Sponsor, Broken Wings  

In the war of words count the cost                                                                                                                                                   all is fair in love maybe but not war                                                                                                                         hearts mend but dead bodies wash ashore                                                                                                                    they will war no more being dead                                                                                                                                     war is not hell tragic but enough said                                                                                                                                      love is the fairest lest you be a whore                                                                                                                                 In the war of words                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       You know better than being lost                                                                                                                                  unsatisfied but a chance for more                                                                                                                                        the love of money rotten to the core                                                                                                                                   war is cold far as I know and so is frost                                                                                                                                                         In the war of words

Follow me into the dark, my heart,
Death waits to break us apart,
We will tempt him, kiss good bye,
While our life waits for us on high,
We will make it through, we must start,
Do not be afraid, for we will never part,
Do not take this lightly, we must be smart,
My dear do not fear, you must not cry
Follow me into the dark.
Time has reached us, we must depart,
If death comes near, my love, dart,
I will surely meet you in the sky,
For I am upsetting, it is my time to die,
These words of love, for you I impart,
Follow me into the dark.

You are my love and I am yours
you are the rudder, I'm the oars.
When I shut my eyes, you are there
you're the answer to my prayer
when I take a breath, you're the air.

You found my heart behind closed doors
then took me to the ocean shores
and taught me sometimes life is fair.
You are my love.

When I ache, you have the cures 
and master a game without scores.
At your touch, passion's flames flair
forging one heart, that lovers share
melded together at our cores.
You are my love.






(Rondeau)
July 26, 2018
Rondeau Poetry Contest (image #3)
Joseph May

 Joanna Davis

You can pass it on with just a touch,
It really doesn't take too much
A wink, a smile..unspoken look,
There’s no end to love’s great book
Your heart will feel, soul can tell,
Passions rise to form a spell

Once it’s cast none can break,
All earthly riches you’ll forsake
To feel its heatBreathe it in,
Love’s not a game you play to win
Cost to give, free to take,
Price you payHeart the stake

Some will accept, others berate,
A single kiss will seal your fate
If lovers knew they’d never win,
This game of love would not begin
They’d be no children on this earth,
If women shied at pain of birth

For as long as life, they’ll lovers be,
Love’s here to stay...
In Perpetuity 


 

This gift of love I gave my friend,
A jar with messages to send.
Adorned with ribbon curls and lace,
To put a smile upon her face.
I know she'll keep it to the end

I thought out just what I should say,
That she could read to make her day.
On folded papers laid inside
This gift of love.

Wrote down things like "you're so funny"
"With you here each day is sunny"
"You're kind and wise,so very smart".
Know that this gift comes from the heart,
Something you can't buy with money
This gift of love.



for contest"Gifts Given,Gifts Received"
sponsored by Cyndi MacMillan

WE WILL WALK OUR RAINS

Welcome the falling rain with a rainbow smile
dripping onto our face rippling even the sea.
Flowers and bushes mottled wet along the aisle
together in the pouring rain, running with glee!

Without a care in the world the brackens spree
and beneath the trees nesting birds hide in style,
beholding this vista, we both are in agree:
Welcome the falling rain with a rainbow smile!

Soak and cold, hugging for warmth is worthwhile
and so is hearing the  rains' staccato percussion keys
in a moment of stillness..Some cascading vile
dripping onto our face rippling even the sea,

some bring frowns, worse-- tears to our eyes
but having a beloved through every miles
may lighten dark skiesHopefully,  those guise
flowers and bushes mottled wet along the aisle

dry as the sun rises, wiping natures cries.
Under the sun, under the rain: dance and be free!
Breathe! Drink their essence..Release some sighs
together in the pouring rain, running with glee!

The rain and the sun: like a couple sustaining life~
garnishing both the earth with gregarious greens.
May we be like them: partners holding no strife...
The yins and yangs now smoothly  hurdled in between
welcome the falling rain...
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*** Bracken/s~ these are ferns

Poem Contest: ONE
~~3rd place~~


Copyright © 2015 Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
6:21 pm, September 03,2015

The accidental sea
See how it washes over me.
How the waves struggle against the shore.
Leaving the sea far behind in its wake 
The clouds are beckoning them ashore.
The moon pushes them on even further
What secret knowledge holds it in place?
Kiss by kiss you uncover it's secret
As we then partake in carnal knowledge.
She glides over him like a butterfly on its first wings.





 
The accidental sea.
See how it washes over me.
How the waves snuggle against the shore.
Leaving the sea far behind in its wake 
The clouds are beckoning them ashore.
The moon pushes them on even further.
What secret knowledge holds it in place?
Kiss by kiss you uncover it's secret.
As we then partake in carnal knowledge.
She glides over him like a butterfly
As the moon watches over them from her perch
Watch how the waves snuggle against the shore.
For dark are the secrets we keep.


I want to know which version sounds better 1 or  2OR, Should I combined them? I wrote them Wednesday night  3 / 4/ 2015

GRANDDAD’S Homemade BEAN SOUP

Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood
Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound
     His homecoming was grand, for he was good 

If bells on grandma’s door knob jingled sound, 
     Or someone made the knocker tap on wood 
He quickly would wake up though sleep he should
     Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town

The neighbor folks came calling, gathered ‘round,
     And when they did, my granddad understood
That every ear would hear his tales, spellbound—
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood

His stories, games and tricks blessed my childhood 
     Fun memories within my heart abound.
And every one that on his shared path stood,  
    Was glad when Granddad’s boat was homeward bound

When he was near, I wore an invisible crown 
     That he loved me, I clearly understood 
Such love cannot be measured by the pound,      
     His homecoming was grand, for he was good 

I dream that he, with heaven’s love is bound.
     Walking with God, talking…life, understood.
Smiling God says I’m glad you’re back in town.
     The angels now understand why, as they should 
                                         Bean soup was served.

Dedicated to My Granddad, David Elliott ("Ellie") Brandt Sr.
Who made my life magical even from a distance!

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 13, 2010
Poetic form: Rondeau Redouble’

Beloved, you were chosen
to walk a harder path
than most,
because you were meant
for greater plans 
than most.

Beloved, I will carry you
more closely to My bosom
than most,
because I have been 
where you are 
and will understand
the most.












Written on 12/11/2014