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Holiday Gathering Scents
by M.L. Kiser

thanksgiving is a time of gatherings and luscious smells.


ham and turkey with succulent, sauces and tasty pumpkin pie.


everyone chats over hot buttery rolls; full belles

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Mother Natures’ Recycling Center
by M.L. Kiser

over and over they tumble, colorful specters playing.


the dying leaves of autumn have one last chase, before passing.


they will sleep in painted canvas ground, recycling

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Beneath The Cat Willow
by M.L. Kiser

The willow blushes in the Sun’s caress,

such a colorful personality lending its’

ambiance to the greenwood.


Tiny catkins peek from morning bud-beds

to greet the dawn of this

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Rivers Collection
by M.L. Kiser

The river pours itself down lakes and streams;

along its way, collecting its baubles;

drift wood, rocks, feathers and leaves for its scrapbook.


  It likes to wax

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The Exhibit
by M.L. Kiser

One day a rainbow, painted itself upon a still damp sky. 

It’s palette of pastel soft orange, yellow, pink, lavender and blue,

slowly blended by its own

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Poetry Is Of Everything
by Lawrence Ingle

Poetry is of everything,

Inspired emotions,

from the hearts that bring,

That certain notion,

could be a song to sing,

Of minds devotion,

Poetry is

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The Kentucky Derby Poem
by Lawrence Ingle

    So swift behooves....

    in challenging quest....

    competitive hearts...

      race their best...

     A treasure to win...

   one measurable test...

    for equine

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The Poets Are Dead
by Tim Hoffman

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The Sage
by Njoyim Elisha

The Sage


Adam, let Eve be,

 Come and Lie with me

 And make the Future free.

No woman was

There to utter things as

Sweet as these to save


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by Ashmi Sheth

If your eyes have enough compassion to see,

Every other eye sings poetry . . .

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I've been waiting for you . . .
by Ashmi Sheth

Just hold me in your arms,

And never let me go;

I’ve been craving for your love,

And I ask for nothing more.


I’ve been longing for restful calmness


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The Blowing Wind
by Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik

There must be a reason the wind blows.

The sun shines so the crops can grow,

The night comes with darkness to sleep,

The leaves grow to produce

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Ben's Back
by Austin Mitchell

a Poem
by Austin Mitchell

That morning we ran to school
We had to be early
The morning was so cool
We could see

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by Raynolds Moseamedi

The beginning and soon to be the end
Money we love less of them we spend
All untold and clearly fold
Unused in the lives

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Blame It On The Money
by Emmanuel Adedayo Ojelade

Look at our daughters
They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers
Look at our sons
Nothing is holding them

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Sweet Architect
by Emmanuel Adedayo Ojelade

Sweet architect!
I hope you are listening to the clamors in my head
I hope you see the pain I feel in my chest

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by Amy Lawson

3 lines a Haiku.
Seventeen syllabels tell,
A lifetime of words.

But the modern day is contemporary,
Lives are captured in the words.
Far from the

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Family Battle Royales
by Donna Brattain

rare pink diamonds, haloed children glittering bits saunter on airy ground bright sparks lively in imps' played mischief going left, going right, going all desired sides mama's mind has

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The Dust On World's Eyes

                                                         THE DUST ON WORLD’S EYES.

The earth  crying  of pains , the Sky’s  eyes running tears, complains of losing sight. 

Rolling in phases  the  destruction

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Swallow's Solitude
by P. S. Remesh Chandran


The hillocks where the village folk

Assembled for a fun-

There then at length dissected all

Subjects under the sun.


The roadside shop, where middle age

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Nature And Me On The Riverside
by P. S. Remesh Chandran

When I appear there Nature seems to
Dance and dance and dance,
When I disappear she is prone to
Weep and

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by P. S. Remesh Chandran

A sophist saint in ancient Grecian land
Said whatever he said was a falsity,

Was asked to state anything before

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Today I Had A Strange Experience
by P. S. Remesh Chandran


Today I had a strange experience,
Not in this group but in another group.

‘Poetry and Lit′rature' it is not,

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by P. S. Remesh Chandran


Him fountain of eternal joy from
Where life is renewed,
Ageing and life to be drained out, exit
From the world is

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They Both Desire To Rule
by P. S. Remesh Chandran


Ages there are in which the ration'l man
And th'intuitive stand side by side, the one

In fear of intuition, or

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