Greetings! Welcome to
Jingle Poetry at Olive Garden Poetry Picnic Week 40,
This is Helen Obama welcoming You to the first poetry picnic in November
Here!
You have done absolutely beautiful Job on week 39,
I am thrilled to see you share and invite you for another week's fun!
You have done absolutely beautiful Job on week 39,
I am thrilled to see you share and invite you for another week's fun!
As you know, for week 40, We have theme ”Milky Way, Stars, Moon, Seasons, and Sunset”, do you have poems touching such topics? Share, old poems are welcome, or read our samples, do a research on topics provided, post and share…
Bareback on Moonbeams by Misky
Fold
this creamed moon with affection,
your clouded smile shrouds lakes,
coaxing the huntsman to harness
moonbeams and chase nightfall across my
dreams like skipping stones teasing water.
your clouded smile shrouds lakes,
coaxing the huntsman to harness
moonbeams and chase nightfall across my
dreams like skipping stones teasing water.
And
tonight he comes for me.
He
rides moonbeams bareback in pursuit
of my fallow heart, the huntsman gathering
up my leaden sorrows and stealing them
away into the soft pleats of the night.
of my fallow heart, the huntsman gathering
up my leaden sorrows and stealing them
away into the soft pleats of the night.
And
tonight he comes for me.
Be
gone this devouring weakness
and cold tears that scald and roll.
Be lost into the hollows of night,
and carry my fragile heart away
with the huntsman’s celestial kiss.
and cold tears that scald and roll.
Be lost into the hollows of night,
and carry my fragile heart away
with the huntsman’s celestial kiss.
Eeyore
Furore By Edwin @Home
We
are downhill freewheeling
Everything is going right
The universe is happy feeling
We're pushing an open door tonight
Effortless like a tiger's jump
We are coming up trumps
Right until the moment when
It all comes crashing down again
Everything is going right
The universe is happy feeling
We're pushing an open door tonight
Effortless like a tiger's jump
We are coming up trumps
Right until the moment when
It all comes crashing down again
.
Lycaon
of the Lower East Side by Steven
Marty Grant
Full moon Friday calls:
The promise of night
cloaks the travertine
and glass temples of man.
Silhouettes shape-shift
beyond streetlight glare
and gather in the shadows.
I am the seventh son;
dark ruler of alphabet city,
hungry in the lunar phase.
Satisfaction struts
in 4 inch heels
down Bleecker Street,
Chanel marinade
follows the footfall.
I watch with amber eye
and hold my tongue
behind eager teeth.
Tonight she will be my love,
and I will finally sleep--
Full moon Friday calls:
The promise of night
cloaks the travertine
and glass temples of man.
Silhouettes shape-shift
beyond streetlight glare
and gather in the shadows.
I am the seventh son;
dark ruler of alphabet city,
hungry in the lunar phase.
Satisfaction struts
in 4 inch heels
down Bleecker Street,
Chanel marinade
follows the footfall.
I watch with amber eye
and hold my tongue
behind eager teeth.
Tonight she will be my love,
and I will finally sleep--
safe
from Aconitum dawn.
Nutty Limerick by Madeleine
Begun Kane
A
man who was rather a nut
Held a broad definition of smut:
With standards unbending,
He’d freak when attending
A film, often shouting out “Cut!”
Held a broad definition of smut:
With standards unbending,
He’d freak when attending
A film, often shouting out “Cut!”
Stout by
NTXHaiku
Rich
rusted leaves cling
The last to tumble to earth
Sturdy stout old oaks
The last to tumble to earth
Sturdy stout old oaks
Dreaming
of Shadows by Robin Elizabeth
Shadows
lurked above as
she felt her chest tighten.
Fear paranoia sheer terror.
The long fingers of the trees
reached down at her
threatening to tear at her
and pull
her
apart.
She gasped for air as her skirt
caught on a bush
hiding behind one of the trees
still reaching out for her.
Tears in her eyes as she realized
this was a dream.
She looked out her bedroom window
at the old decaying tree.
she felt her chest tighten.
Fear paranoia sheer terror.
The long fingers of the trees
reached down at her
threatening to tear at her
and pull
her
apart.
She gasped for air as her skirt
caught on a bush
hiding behind one of the trees
still reaching out for her.
Tears in her eyes as she realized
this was a dream.
She looked out her bedroom window
at the old decaying tree.
It
couldn’t come to life.
Could it?
Could it?
disappoints, not
by mysecretinnuendo.com
it’s why i’m a writer
because life is in balance
a seesaw, tipping
because life is in balance
a seesaw, tipping
i see life through a lens
that looks for what’s interspersed
as opposites
each sting
has a petal
that looks for what’s interspersed
as opposites
each sting
has a petal
i can hear what you see
when i am grateful
to be alive
when i am grateful
to be alive
behind the eyes of a thinker
who disappoints, not
who disappoints, not
because there is a balance
always
and the thought of a dream
behind a barrier
cannot exist unless
you see it
always
and the thought of a dream
behind a barrier
cannot exist unless
you see it
© r.e.l. 10/31/12
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Upcoming Next Week!!
For Week 41,
we will have theme ”Tornados, Hurricanes, Earthquakes,
Volcanos, and Unexpected
Losses in Life”.
It is a time
to think about these natural disasters, how their impacts on us
inspire our poetry writing
And what we
can do to help or heal the wounds.., that's next week!
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