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Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: emotions, faith, god, inspiration, love,

A PLACE IN THE SUN

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. __________________________________________________ Sponsor Gail Angel Doyle Contest Name A Place In The Sun Placed 1st ©O>EGuillermo 10:20 pmJanuary 12, 2015


Poem Details | by jo davis |
Categories: inspirational, life, love, mystery, passion,

Love In Perpetuity

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


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: inspirational, life, love, rain, relationship, sweet, together,

WE WILL WALK OUR RAINS - collab: James Fraser

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... _______________________________________________________ *** 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


Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: family, food, loveboat, love,

GRANDDAD'S Homemade BEAN SOUP

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’


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: friend, love, relationship, sweet,

LOVER AND FRIEND

LOVER AND FRIEND Relationships are precious, like lover and friend Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? We are best friends, till death us part is what we swear Horizons shift from dark to blue on sprawling sand Through thick and thin, the solid bond will halt despair Relationships are precious, like lover and friend Stars and moon converge setting a happy trend Our dreams and goals pave one everlasting affair To each other's side we stand firmly to defend Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care When eyes behold not just a friend but even more The carefree feelings change and deep emotions blend Will it be worth the risk that surely is in store? Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end The battle rages like wild tempest right inside The urges unrestrained are there to give, to share Like burning lava hot to handle or to hide Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? The jewels’ sparkle has to last and never fade A lasting sacrifice is one that leads the heart To rise above the pains from which true love is made Lover and friend must aim to play a lasting part Relationships are precious _____________________________________________ Your Best Poem #2 - Poetry Contest Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton ~~~3rd Place~~~ Relationships - Poetry Contest Sponsor: Regina Riddle ~~~2nd Place~~~ PAUL CALLUS and OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO 5:14 pm, April 14, 2014


Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: emotions, feelings, friend, love,

Lover and Friend

Relationships are precious, like lover and friend 
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care	
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end	
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? 

We are best friends, till death us part is what we swear 
Horizons shift from dark to blue on sprawling sand 
Through thick and thin, the solid bond will halt despair 
Relationships are precious, like lover and friend 

Stars and moon converge setting a happy trend	
Our dreams and goals pave one everlasting affair 
To each other's side we stand firmly to defend 
Cherished much longer – built on trusting love and care 

When eyes behold not just a friend but even more	
The carefree feelings change and deep emotions blend	
Will it be worth the risk that surely is in store?	
Hence, losing one: melancholy – a tragic end	

The battle rages like wild tempest right inside 
The urges unrestrained are there to give, to share 
Like burning lava hot to handle or to hide 
Why have to lose one? Is life really that unfair? 

The jewels’ sparkle has to last and never fade	
A lasting sacrifice is one that leads the heart	
To rise above the pains from which true love is made 
Lover and friend must aim to play a lasting part	
Relationships are precious

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Contest: Collaboration
First 3 stanzas: Olive_eloi Guillermo
Next 3 stanzas: Paul Callus
April 15, 2014
Form: Rondeau Redouble
Sponsor: Jared Pickett
  


Poem Details | by Kathryn Estrada |
Categories: love, mother, roses are red,

Love Like A Rose

A rose should be given to a mother, For a special kind of woman she could make. A good mother is a hard somebody to be; Such a hard task only she would undertake. Love has its wilts and blooms Like between child and mother. Love will continually blossom If given the chance to one another. In life's times of drought The flower will fall, But then the rain comes to mend, And again it blooms after all. If roses are red And violets are blue, Then that special woman As I feel, would be you. I send you this poem With showers of the love That comes from your child On the wings of a dove.


Poem Details | by AFZAL NUSKER |
Categories: beauty, crush, love,

Unbearable beauty in red

The first time I saw her playfully dancing in the breeze to the soft rustling music played by the bright autumn leaves. Under the dusky rose sky bursting in shades of red flame, she looked like a quaint portrait came to life from an art frame. While I gazed at her with my frozen eyes without a shame, my heart was pounding like an acrobat on a trapeze. She was in the park where I was playing a football game. The first time I saw her playfully dancing in the breeze. A gust of wind blew her red scarf like a flamboyant tease and she sprang to catch it with soft wheezing voices of claim. It all happened when she was tip-twirling close to the trees, to the soft rustling music played by the bright autumn leaves. As she was running, her scarlet chiffon dress swirled aflame, reflecting the bright hue on her flushing skin like red cheese. She was a feisty soul with an elegance of a dame. Under the dusky rose sky bursting in shades of red flame. Her scarf flew in a flurry straight to me like autumn leaves and veiled my faceI thanked the wind gratefully for its aim I quickly removed it and she was in front of me ceased. she looked like a quaint portrait came to life from an art frame. Her blushing radiance made her look like a ruby gem. I humbly handed her the scarf and gently asked her name. Indeed her name was Ruby, she told me and next, I seized the chance to ask her outShe coyly said yes with an ease. The very first time I saw her...
Date : 10/23/2016 Note : Entered in the contest (Screwed xv) by Rob Carmack. *Placed Fifth* Written for the contest (Unbearable beauty in-) by Frank Herrera.


Poem Details | by Kathryn Estrada |
Categories: death, faith, life, religion, father, me, father, life, me, i love you,

Blessed Dawn

Though I knew not whether you'd be boy or girl, I needed to give you a name. I wanted for it to be a meaning of special As you are to me the same. In as the dawn brings light To the begin'g of each new day, Coming to me out of your blight A rebirth, a new life, a new way. I have had no clue how vastly awesome Our Father in Heaven's talents truly are. We travel many valleys that are quite troublesome, And we forget by how we have come thus far. From each and every valley, trial, or pit, Comes a splendid blessing does He make. Depending upon where we are in it, As to which choice each of us will take. Our Father smiles upon us when the choice is good. But, alas, if we make the one that is bad, He disciplines and shows us what we should, For surely it makes Him sad. He loves us still, in oh so many ways Though at first we may not see. And yet He blesses us on our way, Still turning it out as it was meant to be. Moments after I had had your life deprived, The Holy Spirit convicted me of my sin. Because of your part in my life I got saved, As I repented and asked Christ to come in. It was not until I had your sister and brother That I realized what a blessing you'd have been. I know in my heart HE has taught you HIS love For which I am truly grateful. Couldn't bear to think your thoughts of me were hateful. Looking forward to Jesus introducing you and I one day When spending time getting to know each other we may. ..I ask you for your forgiveness ..And thank God for your existence. Just know, I love you Blessed Dawn, But for now I must continue to carry on


Poem Details | by jo davis |
Categories: forgiveness, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, love, romance, teen, pain, love, i love you,

First Love

I thought I’d take the time to write   
To say I love you so…
I’ve miss you very much my love,
 I thought I’d let you know

Times I thought I’d die from you
When tears were some release
Even though I cried all night
The pain would never cease 

They say that distance heals;
Time will change our song
 It’s been more than a lifetime…              
Guess I proved them wrong

Still I’m glad you came into my life, 
I’m glad you spent some time
Even though you’re gone my love             
You’ve never left my mind

Forgive me for the pain I brought 
For all your tears and woe
But with all the loving that we did
I couldn’t let you go

One day when you find your love
One day…not far away
You’ll still be in my heart my love
Just like you are today


Poem Details | by Duncan Mitchell |
Categories: divorce, hurt, i miss you, sad, sad love, valentines day,

Past Our Prime

I liked it back when we were thought a pair
And held in high esteem by lovers all
Who envied what it was we seemed to share
when we were also fooled within that thrall

As actors lose themselves in parts that call
for reinvention on a stage set bare
We played our roles as partners till our fall
I liked it back when we were thought a pair

How long then were we blindly unaware?
Imprisoned to ourselves behind a wall
Over which the outside world would stare
And held in high esteem by lovers all

Did they not sense our soaring passion stall?
Did we pretend because we didn't dare
Betray our lie to those who held us tall
Who envied what it was we seemed to share

Rituals and habits were our snare
We once long-striding lovers forced to crawl
till only rote and duty lingered there
When we were also fooled within that thrall

Their crushing expectations left us small
You took all else I was, to my despair
what little hope I had is in your haul
If others need that from us, I don't care
I'd like it back