• A Color Called Me

    By: Laverne John Riley Jr.
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    Into this world, as all men do. Flesh and blood; just as you. But, sometime came a darkened scheme; it seeks to drain my every dream.Read more…

  • An Analysis of the Poem "A London Fete"

    By: Sharon White
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    The poem “A London Fete” is a harsh example of the differences between perception and actual reality. In order to explain this, the author uses the instance of a public hanging to express how contemptible people who are from the highest moral standards can conduct themselves.In the case of "A London Fete", the moral intelligence that is the cornerstone of any functioning society is overthrown in order to provide a brief, yet intense, period of relief from the long-term oppression of the class based order of the society and its moral standards.Read more…

  • An Analysis of the Poem "You're"

    By: Sharon White
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    When your eyes first rest on the title, “You’re”, your first thought is that the writer is talking about someone other than herself. Actually it seems that the writer is going to proceed and describe you! But on reading the poem you realize that it is really an abstract poem, she never really states who she is talking to.Read more…

  • Elizabeth Bishop

    By: Sharon White
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    Elizabeth Bishop was one of the greatest poets of the 20th century. She was quite unique. Her sincerity for her poetry gave her work an emotional feel.Read more…

  • Abraham Lincoln: Masterful Peacemaker

    By: Paul Davis
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    Malice toward none Charity for all Force is all-conquering But its victories are short-lived It is right That makes might Destroy your enemies By making them friends Sin and self-exaltation Is a reproach to any people Oppression is never credible Thankfully “Honest Abe” Never lost touch With the common people Continually calling upon And confiding in The Maker of heaven and earth President Lincoln called Three national days Of fasting and prayer To cry out for assistance With national concerns and cares Acknowledging the pretenses Of American liberty Lincoln could not sit by quietly Endure white supremacy Happily embrace such hypocrisy And celebrate patriotically But instead he lifted up his voice For the cause of the Almighty Procuring for all humanity Justice and liberty Not content To trample on the rights of others Lincoln fought for his black brothers Restoring the genius Of American independence Liberating all subjects From despots and tyrants Leaning heavily upon God With all reliance Kneeling often During the Civil War That to our nation Unity, He would restore He who would be no slave Should neither consent To have a slave Those who deny others freedom Deserve it not themselves Character is like a tree And reputation like its shadow The shadow is what we think of it The tree however is the real thing Therefore by propaganda don’t be fed Nor by nepotistic leaders be misled No man is good enough To govern another man Without the other’s consent Otherwise his pursuits will be ill bent People should be their own rulers Not judiciary bodies Such as the Supreme Court Giving tribunals such power Disintegrate our human rights and values Hour by hour Allowing ill-motivated legislation To be written, legislated and translated According to fluctuating whim and circumstance Economic gain and the national security dance Thereby afflicting The disenfranchised with pain Such governmental imbalances We the people must disdain Don’t interfere therefore With the Constitution A sacred text That must be maintained For it alone safeguards our liberty Reinterpreting it means insurgency A departure from the founding fathers intent And a tear in the nation by reason of rend Not only will offend But rapidly send Our nation into utter confusion Moral erosion and destitution For this reason President Lincoln Was repeatedly driven To his knees Having nowhere else to go While dealing with A divided nation Opposing opinions and advice Rampant injustice and vice Humbly beseeching The favor of the Earth’s Governor Realizing that He who made the world Still governs it Though weary in well doing Lincoln did not quit Earnestly desiring Providence In regard to the matter Disregarding godless chatter Deeply desiring That all his works and acts Be done according to His will Lincoln gave freedom to the slave Whereby he assured Freedom to the free For both to be all they can be That all might dwell together In liberty and dignity Making an Emancipation Proclamation Lincoln fatherly united the nation Calling all to repentance Of sin and transgression Imploring the mercy of the Lord above That He might shower on us His mercy, pardon, and love To reconcile and rise above The calamity of injustice and war For being rotten to the core That we being the recipients Of the choicest bounties of heaven Would be kept from all Pharisaical leaven Partisan politics Self-righteousness But that we might seek To be on the Lord’s side And there always reside That our nation Might be united under God A government of the people By the people For the people Preserved in peace and prosperity Established in grace and truth generationally To forever secure our heritage and legacy Lincoln considered the holy Bible To be God’s greatest gift to man Which if we’d obediently follow His plan Will bring countless and innumerable blessings To our beloved homeland As we discern right from wrong Make a solemn sacrifice To under gird future generations By cleaving to that which is right Remembering mercy bears richer fruits Than strict heartless justice Because none of us are guiltless Purity does breed immortality As we consider all things personally Before projecting them on others presumptuously Such were the errors Of the masters of slavery Who forgot the Lord From whom all blessings flow Instead they preferred to bring men low Shackle them in bondage and servitude Yet their plot Lincoln did not evade you For God had anointed you To see and say To eliminate slavery Day by day To once again in our nation Relay A moral foundation By which we forever say ‘In God We Trust” For in our darkest hours Confidence in King Jesus Is a must Hence inscribed on all currency and coin Are these prophetic words To strengthen us within Unify us in purpose Beyond political discourse Overcome the worse divorce Delicately drawn near To pray together and hear Though today many are forlorn Beaten down by sorrow Self-seeking leaders A national tragedy In such times To us Lincoln you remain A voice for humanity That we forever might live In truth and liberty Stand against every national enemy In loving unity One God fearing country.Paul Davis is a problem solver, creative consultant, change master, life coach (relational & professional), minister and former fitness trainer.Paul is the author of several books including Breakthrough for a Broken Heart; and God vs.Read more…

  • Rumi Poet of Love

    By: Richard Pettinger
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    Jalalud'din Rumi is one of the world’s most revered mystical poets. During his lifetime he produced a prolific range of inspiring and devotional poetry which encapsulates the sufi's experience of union with the divine. These timeless classics have enjoyed a renaissance in recent years, as Rumi has become one of our most popular poets.Read more…

  • The Fox Run Tavern

    By: Benjamin Cox
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    A tavern on Main Street, a lone neon sign A lady in waiting, a star in the night A heyday for mating in blue neon lights A table by the bar and the moment’s just rightPlace your bets on the table – squeeze them up tight Pause for a cigarette – lend me your light A moment of silence, a wiggle in her walk Then back to the game with its chalk and small talkHow can I say it without being crude? How can I make you believe it's the truth? How can I fight it without being a prude?Read more…

  • Martin Luther King Jr.

    By: Paul Davis
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    Soul forceOver physical forceDignity and disciplineTackling the injusticesOf bigotry and racismTirelessly defending the oppressedStriving for equality and freedomSettling for nothing lessContinually giving your all and bestPrayerfully and propheticallyYou were divinely blessedTo confront social unrestWithin the black communityManifest the Negro revolutionA coalition of conscienceMobilizing numerous protestsPioneering countless advancementsBirthing a civil rights movementAffirmative actionBy vocalizing your dissatisfactionWith the status quoPlaces blacks weren’t allowed to goDesignated places to sit on busesSegregated public schools and bathroomsWhite slave master violence mushroomedLynching was the normYet you arose with a furyLike a God sent stormDeclaring righteousnessRevisiting precious valuesRediscovering moral foundationsFrom which America had departedSegregation the adultery of illicit intercourseBetween injustice and immoralitySadly however most were contentTo dwell with it quietlyLike an unchecked cancer gone uglyLeaving evil aliveConfusing the true with the falseAmerica had given blacksAn uncashed checkThe Declaration of IndependenceWas without complete enforcementThe bank of justiceWas bankruptBrutal treatmentStill existedLike quicksandRacial injustice persistedIt was then Dr. King boldly aroseConfronting gross darknessWith God’s sovereign lightTo fight the good fightTo make all wrongs rightLaying aside comfort and conveniencePreferring to awake national awarenessThough your challenge brought controversyAll progress is precariousAs the solution to one problemBrings you face to face with anotherIn the midst of such strugglesCame forth your sisters and brothersTransforming neighborhoodsInto brotherhoodsRejecting revenge, aggression, and retaliationHolding fast to love’s eternal foundationUnarmed truth and unconditional loveMarched onFreedom was spoken and heard in songA shining starMartin you burned onDeclaring mankind’s inalienable rightsWith all authorityTo bring about libertyWhere the battle ragesThe loyalty of the soldierIs tested and provedCreative extremismTo awake misguided menGuiding missilesTo civilization’s abrupt endThe time is always rightTo do the right thingHe who condones evilIs guilty like the perpetrator of itHe who remains silentEndorses those who are violentSincere ignoranceAnd conscientious stupidityEqually ensure continuous hostilitySelf-consumption and worldly caresHave dulled our national conscienceTo the extent we personally don’t careInsufficient in moral fortitudeWe erode from withinPolluted by selfishness and sinRaising the standardWas the work of MartinSpeaking the truth in ChristWithout lies or spinDespite arrests, abuse and bombingsYou kept coming back for moreOpening freedom’s doorSetting free a generationFrom racial segregationBringing about social reformationAnd setting the table for unificationRepositioning the focusDr. King you did help usTo love ourselves and othersTo ask hard questionsAnd respond with heart answersPaving a pathTo the Promised LandWhere black and white childrenCan happily hold handsKnowing one anotherBy the content of their characterRather than the color of their skinLiberationFirst comes from withinDr.Read more…

  • Poetry - Connecting With Your Readers

    By: Kit Marsters
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    When I first started writing poetry, I had no idea about all the different forms. I had no idea about imagery, nor did I know that the different “sections” of my poems were called stanzas. I wrote poetry because I enjoyed it and because it was an emotional outlet.Read more…

  • Happiness is an Inside Job!

    By: Paul Davis
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    Make no mistake about itHappiness is an inside job.More importantThan what is happening to youIs that which is occurring within you.Don't misinterpretYour present circumstancesDaily struggles and difficultiesTo construct a poor ill-favored identityRetreat in captivityFade into obscurityThis is not your final realityTherefore don't erect limiting beliefsTo hide behind.Read more…

  • Autumn Poems

    By: Joy Cagil
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    Autumn is the season that signals change for launching a gentler life, and it is the time for harvesting the fruits sown earlier in the year. The variety of colors that are bound to fade and wither and the cooling weather have always inspired poets.Here are five poems on autumn by Joy Cagil:Autumn (A haiku chain)floating from the sky scarlet leaves of bitterness soon the harvest moonsome shrill geese in flight the brook sluggish like the sap gold turns sepiahorse chestnuts rolling over vermilion piles on the rusty lawnwith final farewells a lonely heart breaking in the bare arms of oaksBallad of the WindAmong autumn leaves rustling in thick frenzy, the wind sees the apple and rises with a celestial song.Read more…

  • Amin's Barbarity [Genocidal Slaughter in Uganda/1970s] a Poem With Notes

    By: Dennis Siluk
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    Amin’s Barbarity [Genocidal Slaughter in Uganda/1970s]Weep because I know all things: how To eat the flesh of my dead; To feed my foe, to the Nile crocodiles (and watch their bodies flow over Owen Falls). Corpses, corpse, vultures and wild animals: Big Daddy they called me: I even plotted A coup against my king: Amongst many other things.I became a madman they say (hammering my people like iron bars, car axles; pools of blood on all my walls) Those countries would like to have crushed me.Read more…

  • Haiku - A Short Poem About a Present Moment

    By: Edward A. Weiss
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    There are many definitions about what haiku poetry is or isn't. One definition I think we can all agree upon is that haiku is a short (very short) poem about something taking place in the "now." And, as this present moment is described, we come away with what I like to call a residue of feeling.Read more…

  • Joan of Arc, Prophetic Liberator

    By: Paul Davis
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    France had fallenUnder foreign controlThe British had invaded OrleansOn the fate of whichHung the entire kingdomRoyal factions did intensifyRumors about affairs did petrifyThe Hundred Years WarFor AquitaineWas fought with much painThe rich land in the southwestFor which England lustethThey did for some time ruleIn the 12th centuryThough this would notForever beAs for the French armyThey had won no major victoryFor a generationNevertheless their prayers were heardBy God aboveWho shined upon JoanWith mercy and loveVisiting her with repeated visionsHearing God’s voiceSpeak to her ever so clearlyJoan surrendered toThe heavenlyAnd embraced the divine callWholeheartedlyShe obtained an interviewWith the commander at VancoulersTirelessly pushing through the doubtersIt was then that sheFinally explained her missionFrance’s regime was in desperationThus Joan was sentFervently she wentDressed in soldier’s clothesTo Charles VIIMiraculously and propheticallyJoan revealed to him secretsThat were knownOnly by Charles and GodHence Charles gave JoanA suit of white armorThough with God’s handFully upon herShe was already clothedWith honor and splendorJoan like a Bible SeerInstructed her attendantsWhere to go to fetch her swordSeeing by the SpiritSpeaking forth the wordShe gave the locationWith certainty and no hesitationBehind the altar of St. Catherine’s ChurchAlthough Joan had never been there beforeSuch divine inspirationOpened the doorReleasing a spirit of faithA force from on highBy which she courageouslyInspired her soldiers to battleTo bravely persevereTo recover her homelandFrom English dominationTo victoriously bring aboutKing Charles VII’s coronationThe English however were cleverAnd had nearly achieved their goalOf a dual monarchyUnder their controlNevertheless loyal to the French crownJoan and companyDid valiantlyProceed to fight the enemyThough surroundedTheir love for their country aboundedJoan made the journeyFearlesslyThrough Burgundian territoryAs a man in disguiseHer relentless leadershipOne cannot despiseThough but a 17 year old peasant girlShe had fire in her eyesUneducated but learned in heartFrom such a vigorous passionNo soldier can departThus she was given permissionTo travel with the armyWear the equipment of a knightThough woundedShe did continue to fightMotivating her troopsDay and nightUplifting her standardAbove her swordThis womanWas no cowardDemoralized and discreditedAfter years of humiliating defeatOne after anotherFrance had found in JoanA spiritual motherTo fortify its spiritArouse its will powerBefore their hope in GodDeparted and went sourJoan aggressively aroseBeseeching the king of EnglandTo settle his debtTo the king of HeavenReturn to His maidenHis French envoyThe keys to all the townsHe had taken and violatedFor such hostilityWould no longerBe toleratedJoan also defied the FrenchDespite their cautious strategyJoan went forth offensivelyA skilled orator and tacticianA successful strategistThe lioness rode outTo capture the fortressOf Saint AugustinsMarched through townsNear ParisAssaulting the English strongholdThe army becoming increasingly boldPulling an arrow from her shoulderThough woundedJoan returned ever bolderIndefatigably leading the chargeChasing the English outBringing about a triumphant routeAccepting more peaceful surrendersContinually gaining more supportersReady to honorably make peaceExpressing the gentlenessOf the king of FranceYet cautiously examining every truceLest it merely be a trap and nooseEnduring accusationsAbout her character being looseOn what grounds?The length of her hairThe clothes she did wearHer faith in GodBy which she did dareTo hear His voice and obeyMuch more thanThe slothful priests of her dayOthers did sayShe was a hereticSome claimed a witchNot so, it was theyWho were bewitchedBy the devil himselfAnd his hellish envoysWho employedA political ployBy which to overtake FranceOverturn justiceAppear religiousThough they were slanderousAs for JoanShe feared ChristWholeheartedly gave HimHer precious young lifeUpheld her calling and testimonyEven while in prisonWhere she was threatened greatlyThough martyrdom drew nearJoan held to her causeAnd never did fearJoan remained a pure virginEven unto executionThough the British soldiersSought to molest herSubject and rape herThis holy womanBorn of the SpiritWho they called illiterateSpoke eloquentlyTruthfully and wiselyBaffling the scholarlyWhile remaining in God’s graceYet not uplifting her faceNot seeking self-exaltationNor desiring self-preservationPreferring to fulfillHer God-given missionTelling whosoever would hear itAs for the ecclesiastical and politicalThey made assumptions and errs doctrinalProved themselves to be incorrigibleDisregarding the 10 CommandmentsParticularly“Thou shalt not kill”Preferring to major on the minorsWith Pharisaical skillSplit theological hairsConcern themselvesWith the length of Joan’s hairAs for her divine mandateThey did not careSuch insincere and evil menWere very unfairNeverthelessTruth did eventually prevailThe executionerWho burned Joan to the stakeLater statedThat he greatly fearedThe damnation of hellfireFor burning a holy womanYet todayShe burns on!Read more…

  • Madam Explosion

    By: Paul Davis
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    Madam explosionEvery man knows oneReady to eruptLike Mount Saint HelenOvercome youLike a felonShe's erraticEmotionally and behaviorallyChallengedCircumstantially explosiveMasterfully manipulativeEmotionally corrosiveWhen she loses itEverybody knows itIn an instantShe can explodeIf she held her tongueShe would erodeFrom inner turmoilLack of attentionSelf-absorptionDevilish deviationMixed motivationsThreats and intimidationPity parties and character assassinationHer ways subtle and cleverIt's all about herWhatever she wantsWhatever she needsGet in her wayAnd she'll make you bleedYet she is boundAnd needs to be freedFrom her torment and afflictionHellish oppressionUnconditional love give herBecause anything elseWill repel herHumbly endure herThose whoAre the hardest to loveNeed it the mostTherefore don't gossip or boastBe gentle or walk awayBecause without agape loveShe will not stayShe will push youOut of the wayLeaving youQuestioning your wayYet it is herWho is lostUnable to discernUnwilling to learnDeep withinHer heart does yearnFor true loveThough she does not show itUltimately she must get itThough she goes about itIn all the wrong waysHer mind is a blur and hazeGod can rearrange her waysThe order of her daysAwake her from the mental mazeAs she is bent on destructionThis is no temporary dazeLackadaisical for her is typicalWhimsical and paradoxicalAs she opposes herselfDrives away the very peopleShe so desperately needsCaught like a birdIn the throesThis is truthNot merely fancy proseSuddenly the wallsWhich she hides behindWill crumbleIn that dayShe will not babbleHer outward facadeWill then crackNo more will sheGive such verbal flakCause her heartIs under attackDestitute with lackBankrupt and barrenHungry for loveFrom God aboveAnd you belowTherefore look beyond her showAnd humbly bend lowPray and lift her upTo a place of growthLest she dies withinFrom the deadly diseaseOf self and sin.Paul Davis is a problem solver, creative consultant, change master, life coach (relational & professional), minister and former fitness trainer.Paul is the author of several books including Breakthrough for a Broken Heart; and God vs.Read more…

  • Poets & Poems Part XV: Are the Dead, Dead? Two Poems and a Sonnet

    By: Dennis Siluk
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    Sonnet for Old AgeI will be deep, buried below the groundAsleep, a ghoul in a shadowy grave Like you, beside your table turning gray!Oh mother, your eyes never did regret; Ah, yes, me, me! We may be happy yet,Travel afar, but not yet, to-day.Read more…

  • Problem Solver

    By: Paul Davis
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    Be positive anyhowNever, never letLife's problemsGet you down.When life's problemsCome your wayLift your head up highAnd say"I can make itanyhow!"Be courageousBe strongWhen overwhelmedPurpose to overcomeAll day longGreater is the spirit withinWith which you can winAriseRemove all defeatFrom your eyesHear successWith your earsRemove all of the fearsDisassociateFrom those who sneerCondescendingly jeerAre heartlessUnable to shed a tearRealign yourselfWith positive peoplePeople with visionIndividuals with moreThan a trivial opinionGet yourself togetherAnd take dominionStop complainingAbout your problemsBe proactiveAnd solve them.Read more…

  • I Stood Inside A Rainbow

    By: Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
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    Last April I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my right wrist. I also received nerve damage and it is not certain that I will regain full use of my hand back. An artist without the use of her right hand is almost more than I could handle.Read more…

  • Ghandi the Great Liberator

    By: Paul Davis
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    Ghandi the great Inferiority found no place in you By passive resistance Non-cooperation Civil disobedience Holding to the higher law The sanctity of human life The dignity of the individual Honoring the teachings of Jesus Truth and firmness Inward strength Outward humility Overthrowing the cast system Respecting each person’s dignity Fighting for equality Obtaining governmental concessions For Indians in South Africa You gained recognition Abolishing the poll tax Perseveringly never regressing Continually pressing Arranging demonstrations Opposing colonial masters Controlling your country Indians in public office governmentally Resigned and boycotted Children were removed From British run schools Indians sat and blocked the streets Not cowering To the beatings of British police Soon Ghandi from prison was released The revolutionary and leader Would not be appeased Peaceably resisting Without violence Though the British massacred Indians At Amritsar, Punjab mercilessly You continued fearlessly Bringing reforms throughout society Independence economically Self-rulership a necessity To lift your people Out of poverty The international symbol Of a free India Ghandi the beloved liberator You remained ever so humble Dressing in the lowliest Indian garments Surviving on vegetables, fruit, and milk Your didn’t require costly silk Revered by your people as a saint Mahatma (great-souled) Ghandi You enlightened the world to see That we can truly live peaceably Refrain from hostility Advocate our causes passionately Always embrace purity Love all mankind wholeheartedly Such a life of serving humanity Brought you executive authority To promote righteousness Throughout your beloved country Propagating communal unity Concern and charity Denying yourself when need be To display public disapproval That freedom might come to the oppressed Undertaking a fast unto death As your heart burned for justice To improve the status of the Untouchables You dedicated yourself to eradicate The injustices of the caste system Primarily untouchability Your fasts forced reforms Modified autocratic rules Intervened politically repeatedly Putting all on hold Until your approval was told Rejecting compromises You did not sell your soul Settling not for partial victories You sought the whole Complete liberation Independence of your homeland Ghandi you’re a brave man Sincere and strong Steadfastly opposing The partitioning of India Pursuing internal peace Between Muslims and Hindus A religious fanatic Preferring war Foolishly killed you Obviously unaware Of what your death would do Bringing peace betwee India and Pakistan Nevertheless your death Ghandi Was an international catastrophe Yet a platform it prepared for thee To inspire nonviolent movements And peaceful activism globally Therefore let the truth March on peacefully!Paul is a popular worldwide keynote speaker, mediator, peace-maker conquering conflicts, creative consultant, minister, liberator and dream-maker.Paul's compassion for people & passion to travel has taken him to over 50 countries of the world where he has had a tremendous impact.Read more…

  • Poetry Comes Naturally

    By: Kadence Buchanan
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    It's easier than you think. Just grab a piece of paper along with a working pen or a sharp pencil and begin writing your own genuine poem. While sitting on the couch or near the shore, regardless if you are alone or surrounded by strangers, poetry is one of those art forms you can explore any time.Read more…

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    Poetic piece of adoration to a loved one
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    One of the most important poets of the post-war period, Edward James Hughes (1930-1998), was drawn towards the primitive. He was enchanted by the beauty of the natural world, frequently portraying its cruel and savage temperament in his work as a reflection of his own personal suffering and mystical beliefs - convinced that modern man had lost touch with the primordial side of his nature.
  • Getting Your Words Out: Winning Free Poetry Contests - By: Bob Burnham
    There are two types of poets in the world. The first are those that will take the time to develop their poems, submit them to different areas, and work on every word. Then, there are poets who will write a poem, stick it in their dresser, only to find it five years later and reminisce about the reasoning behind writing the poem.
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    "Poker may be only a game, but it is not a matter of life and death. It's a lot more serious than that." Anthony Holden in "Big Deal.
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  • Senryu and Haiku - What's the Difference? - By: Edward A. Weiss
    Many people who write haiku think they are creating haiku when in fact, they are making senryu. What's senryu you ask? It's exactly like haiku except its subject matter has to do with anything besides nature.
  • Poetry vs The Internet - By: Chris Campbell
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  • New Mexico is Unbelievably Beautiful This Time of Year - By: Rebecca Guile Hudson
    "Autumn in New Mexico"Golden curtains shimmer downto ground and grassthrough high-arcing, brilliant double rainbows,children of the rainand setting sunThe air is tangible,yellow, fragrantWind's luxurious fingersstroke the trailing green tressesof swaying desert willowswhile orchestral cicadasplay their evening waltzeson winged, electric instrumentsAnd night draws down its starlit shadeson nature's forever unfinished symphony"SPRING RETURN"EARTH RELEASESHER LONG-HELD BREATH,EXHALES HERSELF,REVEALS HER SOULIN LIVING, FLAWLESS RAINBOWSFLOURISHING ON BRANCHES,BURIED, GROWING UNDER ROCKS,THRIVING IN NESTS AND FIELDS –PLAYING MELODIES WITH MY SENSES,EARTH DISPLAYS HER SOULWITH NOISELESS SONG"SUMMER RETURN"THE SOUNDS OF SUMMERSTARTING UPIN THE REVVING, HUMMING ENGINESOF LAWNMOWERS THAWING OUTFROM THE LONG WINTER’S FREEZETHE VOICES OF CHILDRENCARRIED ON THE EVENING DISTANCES,REVELING INSUNLIGHT AFTER DINNER,HOMEWORK LAID ASIDE FOR NOWUNTIL LATE-NIGHT SUNSET BECKONSTHE INSISTENT BIRDS AND CRICKETSWHO CHEER THE WARMING AIRAS NIGHT’S COOL BREATHLETS GO AND OFFERS DAY,ONE STEP CLOSERTO THE SOUNDS OF SUMMERSTARTING UP AGAIN"TODAY"TODAY IS A DAYFILLED WITH BEAUTYAND GRACETHE WIND’S IN THE TREES,IT CARESSES MY FACETHE SKY IS AS CLEARAS A CRYSTAL BLUE OCEANTHE EXQUISITE AIRSTIRS MY SOUL, MY EMOTIONSI HEAR GODIN THE SINGINGOF NEST-BUILDING BIRDSON A DAY LIKE TODAY,AIN’T NUTHIN’ DISTURBSTHE PEACE IN MY HEART,THE JOY IN MINDTHEY SHINETHROUGH THE DARK,MAKE ME FEELLESS APARTFROM MY FAMILY,MANKIND,AND FROM ALL THINGSDIVINE"SKY PAINTING"I’M WATCHING SHAPE-SHIFTERSWAY UP HIGH,STRANGE LOVELY PAINTINGSMADE BY SKYMISTY POPULATIONS FLOATING,ALWAYS CHANGING, SOMETIMES EMOTINGRAINING TEARS FOR OUR PARCHED LAND,TO BRING NEW LIFE TO BARE, DRY SANDTHEY COME AND GO WITHIN THE SKIES,REFLECT THEIR MAGIC IN MY EYES,AND AS THEY GO, NEW CLOUDS ARISE"A GATHERING OF TUMBLEWEEDS"A GATHERING OF TUMBLEWEEDSHESITATED, TREMBLING ASIDE THE HIGHWAY’S EDGEUNTIL AN ODD,HOT-BREATHED LITTLE WIND SCAMPERED BYAND SENT THESE AIRY, BOUNCING SKELETONSOF A DRY AND BLUE NEW MEXICOSOMERSAULTING, RACINGTHROUGH THE DUSTY ROADS AND FIELDSOF DESERT WINTERTIME"MOON MAJESTY"THE MOON IS BASKINGIN ITS OWN REFLECTED LIGHT,AND FLOATS,A MAJESTIC, SHINING PRESENCEABOVE VOCAL, LIVING CLOUDSOF EVENING’S MIGRANT BIRDSAND SULTRY TWILIGHT AIRINFUSED WITH PINK AND ORANGE HUESOF EARLY AUTUMN SUNSETAND ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES"AUTUMN RETURN"IN A BEAUTIFUL RAIN, THE TREESRETURN THEIR SHARE OF BLUEINTO THE AUTUMN AIR,BACK TO THE SKY,TO REVEAL THE GOLD AND YELLOW SUNSHINEHIDDEN IN THEIR LEAVESTHE RIVERS RISEIN A BEAUTIFUL RAIN, IFLOAT UPON THE PULSING WINDSMY LIQUID WINGSSHINE,IRIDESCENCE REFLECTEDTO THE STARSAS BRANCHES BARETHEIR SOULS TO APPROACHING WINTER& ALL THE RIVERSRISE"WIND DANCERS"TREES DANCETO THE RHYTHM OF THE WIND,TOSSING THEIR MYRIAD ARMSIN EXUBERANT ABANDONAS THEY SWAY AND BENDIN ROOTED FASCINATIONTHE AIR IS FILLEDWITH THE MUSIC OF THEIR LEAVES"A PIECE OF GOD"GOD’S HANDIS MADE OF WINDWHICHBRUSHES BACK THE HAIROF SPRINGTIME’S THRIVING TREESAND GRASSAND TREMBLING DANDELIONSAND NUDGES OPENYOUNG TWILIGHT’S UNLOCKED DOORS(JUST STOPPING IN TO SAY “HELLO!”)THEN PULLS THEMFIRMLY, GENTLY SHUT,LEAVING A PEACE OF GOD BEHIND"Silent Life"Silent snowSilent dayFaery mistralsfall awayfrom deep within the skySilent hushSilent soundWeightless crystalshomeward boundas winter's songbirds sighSilent treesSilent earthFloating petalsseeds of birthour world no longer dry(All (c) Rev. Rebecca Guile HudsonI am on the Editorial Advisory Board of the Taj Mahal Review (India)Producer of TV show, “Not About Me” – airs on Public Access Channel 27 out of Albuquerque , 2nd Tuesday of @ month, embedded in "Your J&J Variety Show" (which runs 6-7 pm)Member of the Academy of American Poets, New Mexico State Poetry Society and Grande Valencia Poets SocietyMember of the Southern Poverty Law Center and the ACLU.
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  • I Kiss Your Shadow, A Poem About The Early Death Of A Young Woman, Part Two - By: Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
    Part TwoMy ship is lavender now. Cold days blend with red roses. I think of you often hear forever your calling out for rescue.