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  • Rookie Ryan Nur (1/19/2014 12:31:00 PM) Post reply
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    discuss the matter
    which is better
    breaking this line
    made me fine
    (Ryan Nur)

  • Veteran Poet - 1,835 Points Clarence Prince (12/31/2013 5:01:00 PM) Post reply

    HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone, may 2014 be your best year yet!

  • Rookie Tulsi Hanumanthu (12/30/2013 3:00:00 AM) Post reply

    NEW YEAR GREETINGS (from Dr. H. Tulsi)

    GARDEN OF LIFE (by Dr. Tulsi)
    Like a lovely rose may the New Year bloom,
    Bedecking afresh your garden of life,
    For prickly thorns leaving no room,
    With fragrant petals may it be rife.

    May the brand new ship of the brand New Year
    Ply on waters smooth and clear,
    And ferry you quickly, safe and sound,
    To the place ashore for which you’re bound.

    WHEN NEW YEAR CALLS “I’M HERE! ” (by Dr.H. Tulsi)
    (Quatrains with a single Rhyme throught)

    While the three little words “Happy New Year”
    Again, like music, capture our ears,
    May bonny, bouncing, bright-eyed cheer
    Ring door-bells all and call “I’m here! ”
    May all your friends and relatives dear -
    Be they far or be they near -
    Be robbed by Old Year of all your fears
    And, by New Year, be cheated of tears!
    Away from hurdles may you veer
    And success-wards your journey steer.
    With perseverance may you spear
    Ahead, throughout your life’s career.
    May Health’s rosy face appear
    And Wealth’s footsteps may you hear.
    May Hope, the way for Happiness, clear.
    May Good Fortune bring up the rear.

    (A Villanelle)

    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose, -
    Since sent to us you are by our Saviour, -
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.
    The previous year had dealt us many blows,
    Which unnerved us. To rid us of our fear,
    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose.
    Although, for ‘Peace’, we’d paid through our nose,
    ‘Violence’ rules the roost! Assure us, dear,
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.
    We’re deafened by the cawing of the crows!
    Some songs of nightingales to let us hear,
    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose.
    ’A deadly threat ‘Corruption’ does pose!
    By taming it, we do expect O New Year
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.
    Our ‘Joys’ are far outweighed by our sorrows;
    ‘Disease’ has driven ‘Health’ to the rear!
    O fair New Year, in you we trust repose
    That, surely, you will wean away our woes.

  • Rookie - 497 Points Mike Barrett (12/21/2013 7:06:00 PM) Post reply

    I wrote this poem back in 1959.....Its structure may be appreciated here in this workshop forum. Your thoughts?

    A Brook

    Hear water breaking in a brook
    Over rocks that are timeless with age -
    A sound near as old as the earth itself
    With a meaning beyond any sage.

    Hear water breaking in a brook
    Over rocks that are gray with the years -
    An elixir of youth to those ancient stones
    Is this water of heaven shed tears.

    See you there earth's brow,
    Beneath the cool brook's soothing self?
    Not one wrinkle on that brow
    As years from us will win,
    Not one wrinkle on that ancient brow,
    As smooth as an infant's skin!

    Hear water breaking in a brook,
    Laughing on its way to the sea.
    Hear water breaking in a brook,
    Laughing at you and at me!

    © M. Barrett – all rights reserved

  • Rookie - 147 Points Terrance Tracy (12/21/2013 2:46:00 PM) Post reply

    Saturday, December 21,2013
    3: 12 AM

    Winter in the south when the north
    wind blows the starlings are gathered in the trees
    gathered by the hundreds flying helter-skelter
    looking for shelter the resounding cacophony
    makes you think of Hitchcock's movie The Birds

    The wind is cold making your cheeks as red
    as the Cardinals we see in the spring wondering
    what this winter will bring four days hot two
    days cold and the seventh day we rest while the
    birds nest.

    Instead of being in bed at 3 AM I am sitting here
    writing poetry while precipitation is falling on my head
    looking for inspiration I will catch my death of cold
    does not matter because I am old.

    If this is not dedication maybe I should take a vacation
    and look for another vocation.

    Terrance Tracy

  • Rookie Lee Schneider (12/13/2013 8:10:00 AM) Post reply

    Aly ballie, aly ballie bee
    Sitting on your mummy's knee.
    Briton corn, a wee, baby.
    If I may culter scendy.

  • Rookie Leo Long (12/9/2013 6:40:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Drowned in hate

    I felt the stab of pain
    From a brother in the hood
    One seeking to rise to fame
    I thought he understood.

    I taste the bitter in what he said
    As he spits the words out
    “I wish you were dead”
    He just verified my doubt.

    I hear the cries for pity
    In our own neighborhood,
    Not across the state or in another city
    I hear the cries that no one ever should.

    I smell the stench of betrayal
    Of the brother who killed his mate.
    “And thus he came to the end of his trail”,
    Said the pastor, as silent he lays in state.

    I see the mother dab her eye
    She’s crying for our state
    It’s not just the other guy
    It’s our nation drowned in hate!

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  • Rookie Edward Webb (12/6/2013 10:19:00 PM) Post reply

    Friends and Foes -

    Do not believe in every one's repose

    For seeming friends prove oftern the greatest foes,

    In fairest meadows dangerous adders lie,

    And most deceit is clad in flattery:

    Which in deluding counsellors is shown
    Not for thy monies or profit but their own.

  • Rookie - 147 Points Terrance Tracy (11/23/2013 12:25:00 AM) Post reply

    Meditation Hesitation

    Limericks and verses are easy to rehearse
    with the passage of time in your mind.

    Each verse each stanza may romance us
    but beware of the temptation you may lose
    sensation of the conversation while waiting
    in the terminal of hesitation.

    The pallet of an artist full of smears of the color
    he holds dear to make his canvas true to his style
    one misplaced stroke can erase a smile and
    produce tears.

    To the poet the same is true of knowing when
    you are through one more verse one more stanza
    and the romance is through.

    Terrance Tracy

  • Rookie Jennifer Wright (11/13/2013 11:27:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply


    As time goes by, all seems to change,
    Friendships flourish then quickly fades

    The days that were bright and so full of fun,
    Quickly fade like light leaving the sun

    I dont know what has happened,
    from now to back then,
    Where has it gone?
    when did it end?

    The questions that linger deep down in my mind,
    I choose to let go and leave them behind

    I start to move forward letting it all fade,
    wanting to start over, turning a new page.

    Starting New friendships erasing the past,
    With a new train of thought, I know it will last

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