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ogdiddynash Jul 2017
No tengo - Spanish for don't have*

<•>

woke up bushy and mushy,
"Siri, get my muse on the line,"
wise *** asked which one,
guess she was feeling feisty
as well as girl-gorgeous,
poem perfect on a July 2 Sunday

fake growled and she said
"alright, alright, just a sec..."

"0 Muse, it's me,
it's not even seven am,
got the urge, ready to cruise,
pick me one of my Natman outfit de-skyizes and
let us write many jive poems
let us write till the sunsets texts us

sire, dude,
I'm
just above the horizon,
poems no mas,
unless you will write by
the fire of the maister's grill"

My Muse,
strangely morose, denies replies,

"sorry sire, (she's nice English)
all of the available words
have been purchased until
July twenty tooth"

What, I screamed, threatened and challenged,
must be one of those rude dude tech billionaires,
who think limitless is just another word for more please!

Siri
"get me god on the line so I can maccabee end,
this poetic oppression"

He/She an old friend,
an A list star of many prior writs,
would surely insist that a
special rabbinical dispensation,
could be found to squeeze nattyman me,
a few thousand or so

God  (looking straight at him, makes him crazy)

"so many things I do not have such as,
your prolificacy,
making me jealous that all your poets
rain down in greater quantities
than I can manufacture clear crystallinely
but now is the hour of your power,
the minute of my need,
give me some words please"

the disembodied voice's disemboweled me

"sorry son,
gotta run,
if it is words you want,
suggest get an in with
wordvango and betterdays,
me,  no tengo!
their profligacy,
poems by the hour
have drained the list,
and had I not put a stop to it,
they would have taken them all
till Christmas!"

*So made me some future reservations,
selling them likes suns, 3 for a dollar,
which is even cheaper, (Eliot!)
no ifs and ands about (it)
come see the maister natser,
my words are made of obsidian
and specialty Valyrian steel,
and nobody eats my words
they just-wink at them,
then lift some, a nice steal
cause I never read a poem
undeserving
✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿

In wonder of the world
of her mysteries
sitting here dreaming alone
I wandered over a hill one day
seeking expecting
nothing
and she appeared
like a vision
shimmering perfection
mysterious
mirage


I had been admiring
for years
the beauty of his heart
I had watched
from a distance
never letting myself
become apart,
  there were times
   he would approach
     the top of the hill
      always stopping
        and turning back
       my pounding heart
     would then painfully still.
    I sent him dreams
  of a sweet first kiss
sprinkled visions
of starlit bliss
then one day
by the touch of grace
I looked up to find us
standing face to face.


I saw her in dreams before here
she was standing growing
over the hill the whole time

always she had been there

I had just not gone forward enough

I stood in awe

and she like a tulip
shivered


dreams, now reality
love floods this heart of mine

I stand in awe
of beauty, so magnificently divine

the essence of love whispered
and I, like a tulip
    blissfully
        shivered…


✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿
Again the moonlights company
4 am. She's somewhere.
About the skies glow
Stars flicker eyes turn
Search seek
A lone northern light
A light show
I gaze up to search for
And she's there I turn. My
Sight looks beyond now
Beyond my dim sight
Farther than I can reach
And I hope.
I remember
I close my eyes
And see.
But
For tonight
Her memory
And the moon
Light glow northerly
And a star's
Twinkle
And all my might
Are all I can see.
She is everywhere
But here...

She walked this night
in a snow covered field
as the snow blew all around
dancing diamond’s, iridescent light
with a kiss, the magic was sealed.

To the sky she points, lights appear
stunning colors, fill the dark of night
a graceful dance, only he will see
the beauty of the northern lights.

To him, she sends, her heart, her soul
through lights that dance among the stars
pushing back a looming shadow
she takes comfort in their beautiful memoirs.

Closing her eyes, she sees his face
his eyes, his heart, her beaconing light
pushing back that looming shadow
bringing comfort to her fright.

So she walks this night
in a snow covered field
as the snow blows all around
dancing diamond’s, iridescent light
with a kiss, the magic was sealed.
~
¸.•°”˜ƸӜƷ˜”°•.•.

I have this place where I go
when I need to be all alone.
I call it my place,
a place where the hurts of the world
quiet down and fade away.


I have this place
no one knows about
between a field and a willow tree
along a pastures edge.


A place of beauty, where my fingertips
can paint over all the wrong
and all the pain I feel
in colors bright and cheery.


A creek down around the corner
I go to when
things get oppressive
dark and hard.


It’s a place of peace, where the fears
of my heart slow and still…
A place of calm, where the oceans
of emotions lay at my feet
and weep no more.


And I sit there
I don't know if I meditate
there in this place hidden
but I get peace
I see love I hug this earth.


It’s a place where I can breathe,
where I feel sheltered, protected
from the coldness outside
of my canopy of shade… It’s my place.


They go to their place…..
……they visit very often...


¸.•°”˜ƸӜƷ˜”°•.•.
wordvango Oct 2017
A white horse
body armor
a fire-breathing dragon
a sword
a Knight
a Warrior
a Prince
a Lover….He is…

A lady
in waiting
her love my destiny
her desire
my need


That connection of the heart, of the soul…
of each breath…. just breathe, deep feelings,
trust of the heart, the essence of each soul touching,
blending, combining, linking, joining, connecting,
entwining, merging together, deep feelings….Love…
a Knight, a Warrior, a Prince, a Lover…. He is….

she is the faith I have lived
each day hoping
she is the horizon
come closer be real
and it is her
which essence takes
as truth and honesty


Dreams, serenity, peacefulness, that calm feeling of
tranquility, that connection of the heart, of the soul…
hope and faith, trust and love, those deep feelings,
stardust sparkles and moonbeam glimmers, fireflies,
soft kisses, gentle embrace’s, finger traces….Love…
a Knight, a Warrior, a Prince, a Lover…. He is….

depths of hearts are lethal
and mine has been broken died
now in her eyes
words of future
peace
arise
take wing
on Angels
make beauty
real
and on that
glimpse I breathe




That connection of the heart, of the soul…
a quaint riverbed, big oak trees, leaves singing
a gentle breeze, the moon, stars the sun, hearts embrace,
souls collide touching deep inside, mornin giggles,
toast and jam, moon pies, warmth and hot coffee….
forehead kisses, lips brushing the shoulder and…Love…

That word she knew that
promise that thought
the knowing
the sublime connection
I saw her there
giggling sweet
coffee and normal things
my dream


A white horse
body armor
a fire breathing dragon
a sword
a Knight
a Warrior
a Prince
a Lover…My Heart…He is…
~

**A lady
in waiting
her love my destiny
her desire
my need
betterdays Nov 2014
there is a poet
who flirts with words
who dances the tango
and fandango
who's poetry is a joy
to read,
and among all this wonderous word tapping
there are truths seeded
waiting to grow....
and flower....
so thank you, Wordvango
for your flair and style
and thank you for the
thousands of smiles
and the beautiful garden
you have sown
in the place of my word's
home...
you truly make me smile
and think.....thanks
ღ♥´¯'°¤ღ ღ¤°´¯'♥ღ

My last first kiss
shall be
remembered
taken in with every touch
into my very last nerve
every fiber of my being
make me whole my
soul find heaven
my life have meaning.


My last first Kiss
shall be
instilled
in my heart forever
eyes meeting eyes
as anticipation peaks
hearts pounding fast
even skipping beats.
I will take it all in
blissful love on the rise
gentleness in the moment
as emotions intensify.


That last first kiss
I shall savor taste
I shall be united for once
when I taste her lips
meant for only
me to find
from the beginning.


That last first kiss
will be
heaven on earth
as our
passion flows free
and our souls
lock together
just him and me.
Melding into one another
as our lips meet
time and space
will still….
repeat… repeat…repeat…


Just her
And
Paradise


A magical moment
with him
so beautifully divine
our last first kiss
will drip
forever
of honeyed
sweet wine.


  ღ♥´¯'°¤ღ ღ¤°´¯'♥ღ
#Collaboration #Love #Kiss #First #Last #PoetryWeave #Forever #Enchanting
✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿

where the most importance resides on
the meadow
rise
in apparent
glaring
I saw
her eyes.


from the first moment I met him
I knew we sang the same song,
I watched from a distance
with loving eyes
staying his friend
all along


took several decades and wrong turns where
until I found that there
her being life
an angel you might call
her, yet flesh and blood,
and heart
and soul  so much
in tune with my
song.


I loved him    from afar
his caring heart, his loving soul
I kept a distance but, stayed near
giving love, encouragement, and hope
when I could sense his fear.


my lungs called her name for many years
sang out searching for her eyes
and did not know she had been
answering
all the time
along
in
away
I refused to hear.


I always heard his song
I sang back
never loud enough to be heard
and in my heart I would long.
I’d step back many times
but  
his song
would always draw me near,
I knew then that I would sing
until the combined melodies
he would hear.
Then one night melodies sang
calling song
answering
calling song….


And now,
like newness and hope and heaven
we sing together!


                      ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿


a bit of

in her hair I figured
all along the strands down to her bangs
I lingered along the lashes
became a vision
leaked down a cheek fell onto
her silky neck
became a molecule came into her
blood flowed down her heart
pumped me into her toes as they curled
traveled vascular
up her spine-tingling and came
smiling out the corner of her mouth
a wet spot
next to the corner of her smile
soft silky moist glistens
a mist on her breath
a bit of touch on the pillow
a dream on the next day's memory
a dream for forever


every touch a slow-moving pulse
sending shockwaves
through every point of touch
awaking every part of me
with his soft touch
his warm lips
our bodies move gracefully
insight
his brown eyes
lingering deep
touching the core of my soul
the warmth of his kisses
his fingers floating
like a paintbrush
leaving a burning trail
of ecstasy
and brilliant colored hues
each stroke caressing
each caress leaving
a beautiful new color of love
filling me with all of him
his heart
his soul
his being
all of his colors filling me
with his love




It’s overflow from my heart…

As it flows down
it touches the land
seeping deeply,
leaving beauty and tranquility
in every sparkle of sand.

Making the trees grow
tall and green,
leaving the flowers to bloom
in the brightest colors
ever to be seen.

Touching streams,
making the waters flow
glisten and gleam.
Twisting and turning,
the sweetest melody
bleeding into the rivers
beauty and love
these streams deliver.


It tickles my toes dangling
there
in the turn of the river
where I was sitting
waiting
in the turn of life’s river.
I’ve waited all my life
on that bank.


And it’s there
on that river bank
where the overflow of my heart
rises up through your toes
touching your heart
filling you with
my overflow
my love
our love
our life together.


Always forever

And with that….
We became one heart
sharing all.


Like two hands grasping
fingers intertwined.
Holding on Forever!


As it flows down
it touches the land
seeping deeply,
leaving beauty and tranquility
in every sparkle of sand.

It’s the overflow of my love for you!


Arcassin B Jan 2016
By =arcassin b= & vango

it is January 1st and another
Year has gone by,

=I won't let my future ambitious
Die=

* tis the day of a year where dreams
For a new better year lie,

=have no fear it's the new year and
There's no time to cry=

nor time to let ole Lang sine be
Forgotten is the time to make
Promises,

=to never cover all of your losses=

with new years comes a bed of
Roses
A parade last years faults,

=a year that you won't forget
With children and adults=

and the innocents just got caught
*
Up in,

=the icy frozen tundra where they
Keep the sin=

is thawing now, we are caught
up in.


Happy New Years!!!!!!
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/01/new-years-proposition-ft-wordvango.html
wave Jan 2015
I thought i understood this so very well,
empathy.... the thought of putting oneself in another's position, and acting upon it

Helping others for the sake of others, not for attention or reward, but out of empathy

What little did I truly know of empathy!
Growth will come, it has to, there is no other way for one to live
Nat Lipstadt Jul 2020
In Their Own Words:

“All I’ve ever learned from love is....”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So come, my friends, be not afraid.  We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made.  In love we disappear.  Tho’ all the maps of blood and flesh are posted on the door,  there’s no one who has told us yet what Boogie Street is for.                                     Leonard Cohen

All I've learned from love that it appears on its own timetable,
and, all I've learned from love is, it is the purpose. Harlon Rivers

“is crazy and this is infinite and ever so sobering wondrous possible"
Medusa

It is a paradox of two people - in debit to one another though each may never realise;
and neither one of whom would ever consider recalling the debt. Gideon

A headlong charge into a vast unknown that promises fufillment of every lacy, perfumed dream, but may instead deliver wrenching wounds that only another love can heal. Lori Jones McCaffery

every fantastic mistake I ever really made! Drunk in shallow bar light with a woman of my wicked dreams who laughed as loud as me at our shared ****** jokes we both got. We loved for awhile and then wandered and still loved forever as we found other dim bars with more wicked dreams.                                        gray dot (unknown)

All I have learned from love is to give more than one receives unconditionally.                                                ­K Balachandran


"love is the great equalizer: ignoring age, race, education, wealth, religion, disability, and sanity... simultaneously capable of lifting all to the highest highs and dragging all into the deepest depths. In love there is no pride or ego." forgotten

that just beyond is a hidden trail, where a magical river of the purest water flows free. Here and only here, my heart can be revived, and my mind is stilled by the silence I find. Love’s call is gentle. Joey

“that love is as love does.”
victoria

All I ever learned from love is the meaning of the word, "unconditional!”.           SE Reimer

Sometimes we fall in love, and sometimes love falls on us.
Stephen E. Yocum

it is gentle rage, come like sun through clouds, to feed parched earth....one word to set life a tingle, the first smile of a golden
boy's day.  The last caress before sleep, the letting go of a dying
friends hand and the gathering together of companions for food
and laughter, love comes in many guises, has many faces and is
lifeblood to the soul hiding within.                   betterdays

where the beginnings end and the ends begin.    Elizabeth J.

The burial of fear and all we’ve ever known In hope for a new flourishment.    Dante Rocio

that life flows in abundance of peace, harmony and balance when I
surrender to live in love.                                                            ­    Cné

that love assuages hurt and heals the wounded...it rings with melody
and dances to the heavens.  It’s the divine giving over of body and mind;  it's mystic transcendence an overwhelming feeling of pure ecstasy.                                                         ­                              patty m


that love is a dunghill, and I'm a crow that stands on it and caws.
                                                           ­                           Thomas W Case

Acceptance.  Acceptance of myself and of the ones I love.
                                                           ­                                    Kelly Rose

It is easier to give love than to accept it.         Walter W Hoelbling

was what I learned from her...Love is above, beyond what we all wish, we had to touch the sun, the moon, the stars; everything we have.                                                                            Temporal Fugue

that it is unique; it makes the softest body, hard, and softens the hardest heart.                                                           ­     poetontheroof

Our hearts tied but I don't know how.                       Anonymous

Love has the ability to surpass life. Even though you are gone I still can’t stop loving you. “Love leaves more behind than death ever takes away. “ -unknown.                                        Love Storytelling

to never go searching for it. That's it, I guess.                      Aparna

has been gleamed through the sacrifice and service of a few extraordinary souls.  For true love is borne of sacrifice, and
it compels us to serve.  Without those elements, it cannot exist.
                                                                 J Klein and Sons Pen Parish

it requires curiosity to truly uncover; it is an emotion
that makes us uniquely human.                                        Angelique

that sometimes it hurts and sometimes it thrills, but
love that kills your pain is always worth the dying for.                 r

it is a gift from God, most precious and not to be abused or taken
for granted.                                                         ­ South by Southwest

how to hurt.                                                           Andrew Crawford

is that, it comes like lightning...it jolts, it makes, or breaks a future;
it hangs around, no matter what, if it's meant to be...yours...
all i've learned from love made me a tree, with fruits
with a blend of sour and honeyed truths, it is heaven...
when bared, shared... reciprocated.                            Sally A Bayan

that it is hard and it hurts but we cannot live without it... there is no storybook endings. You take the good and bad and make it what you need.                                                            ­                     Melissa S.

The burial of fear and all we’ve ever known
In hope for a new flourishment. Dante Rocio

that I can’t, won’t, don’t want to ever live life without Love! ♥️ Feeling Love Sparks everyday forever and always ♥️ Loving Love Glass Slipper Girl

to accept it when it is given, to share it when it is felt, to cherish it because it is a gift and that whether it hurts or it heals, it is far better to have experienced it than to not have.                                  BLT

that love is...forever studied; gravity, it is akin to the sense of gravity;
it can never be explained, felt, or experienced, but never grasped in ones hand.                                                            ­              wordvango

that if you have it, you should give it.                                  amanda

how to turn up my face and surrender to the rain.  
                                                         ­             Clementine Valerie Black

that God is love expressed by Jesus, and I'm my best when I imitate Christ.   Christos Victor

the most over analyzed, overwrought word that remains after thousands of years, completely
inexplicable.                                                   ­             onlylovepoetry                  

it's a strength and weakness, ecstasy and agony, a belief and fear (of losing), emotional contradictions yet so intrinsically precious to be worth living and dying for.                          Pradip Chattopadhyay

the emptiness of smothering empathy for all that lives, feels and needs.  It's to bear eternal suffering...                                   Traveler


red.                                                                                                     Fog


to give, far outweighs the take.                                        Mike Hauser


that it lifts open our minds' eyes, overturns our fears in this vast expanse of the unknown - it etherally reveals our connection
Melody

how deep is my ignorance.                                              Joel M Frye

that love has nothing to do with ***. It has everything to do with sick kids at 3am and holding back your friends hair when she pukes in the gutter crying over some ******* who just dumped her. It's selfless.
                                                       ­                                                 Acme

noth­ing compared to what I've learned from pain.                 v V v


the things I’ve never learned.                                               M-E

that is the cancer and the cure; the detour and the straight line; proof of reincarnation and death everlasting; the intersection where extreme selflessness and selfishness meet, becoming indistinguishable; it’s shapeless, nearly invisible, and yet known to everyone; a verb, a noun, a conjunction between and a preposition to a beginning and a dead end.
                                                            ­                               Nat Lipstadt

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
thanks to all the participants, so far...(see the note below)
This is an open, living poem; anyone should feel free to message me to add, amend, or delete; just message me directly; won’t modify if you just comment.

one more thing don’t ask me to add an old poem that is only tangentially related: write a max of two or  three sentences that
clearly and directly responds to the title...

format is.deliberately sloppy, just like the subject    
matter.

and the original version (2017)

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2187204/all-ive-learned-from-love-for-leonard/
wordvango Nov 2016
I am wanting to thank some very incredible people.
I also am hoping others will , also.
With that in mind I would like to list
ten poets here I feel people need to read.
My list consists of poets who are always active and generous ,
have good humor and sense.
I would like others to add their ten to my list.
And hopefully everyone eventually gets a shout out.
In the comments list ten poets you admire and would like to see
others appreciate. I will add  them to this list.
If you would like to list more feel free , the more the merrier, and the more
poets get a shout out and their name shared. I will add as many as you can type!
After all , this is goodwill and spirit and sharing and I feel good .


Vicki
Mark Cleavenger
Terry Collett
Ja
Sally Bayan
Emily Burns
Jules Winerose
Lady RF
Sukanya Sinha Roy
Valsa George
(Bill Hughes contributed the following)
Mary Winslow
Randolph L. Wilson
Elizabeth J
Bex
Ezra Warhol
my dearest reno
Wordvango
Jeff Stier
taia iverson
Dave Hewitt
Kristy Renae Dalton
(added by Eric W)
SPT
Doug Potter
Lola Park
SoulSurvivor
Inevitably Raised By Ducks
(added by Vicki)
Shawna Michele
Spygrandson
r
Woody
Pradip Chattopadhyay
SJR 1000
the seatbelt effect
Sonja Benskin Mesher
Don't Call Me Johnny
nivek
WL Winter
K Mae
Liz Balize
patty m
Pamela Rae
Sean Tierney
William Poppen
Michael Kagan
Biche
Irinia
Mikeccc
Paul Gaffney
Karina Norris Viers
Dawn
Brother Jimmy
Anthony
Phil Roberts
David Ehrgott
Jason Clarke
Angstrom
Jamadhi Verse
born
Weeping Willow
Terry Jordan
Traveler
Tonya Maria
CA Guilfoyle
elizabeth j
Grumpy Thumb
David Patrick O'C
f
(added by Sukanya Sinha Roy)
Eli N
Poetryjournal
Traveller
The Dead Sea
Zero
Nishu Mathur
James Michael Hail
Nagi
Angstorm
(Added by Sjr 1000)
Wardha
nagi
PoetryJournal
My Dystopia
Life's Jump
Bala
Nat Lipstad
Melissa
Ded Poet
Denel
Bex
Luiz Machado
(added by Jamadhi Verse)
Lora Lee
Wild is the Wind
Lalin
Akira Chen
R k
Onoma
Mydystopia
Stephanie
Stephan
Pradip :)
Karishna
(added by elizabeth j)
NB.
Lonely Soldier
Lily Mae
Thomas P Owens Sr
Sir WCA
Midnight Rain
Melissa S.
( added by Lori Jones McCaffery?
James
Kim Johanna Baker
Demonatachick
Elizabeth J
Yasaman Johari
Jean Lin
Lawrence Hall
Landon Miller
Chris Neilson
Pagan Paul
Sun Princess
Elizabeth Squires
Keith Wilson
Innocent Dec 2014
He woke well before dawn
Pulling his husky body from the warm comforts of his bed
Today is the day, hard decisions need to be made
He settles in, whisky on the rocks, and his trusted amigo, Henry the  Hummingbird
The list is long, so he checks it twice
There was Jinxxed for Life,  Mina Steele and Richard Barnes.
Lexi Smith and can't forget Wolfspirit with his beautiful lyric
S Creeker and the enchanted soul of Ember Eravescent
News blaring from the radio temporarily distracting him from the task at hand
Just Melz and Wordvango
Whatever happened to the Samantha's, Joseph's and the Vicki's.
Blue eyes dancing reflecting "R" crinkling at the humour of Hank Helman
They've all been naughty for sure
Nice, that would be such a bore
Cheers to the world of poetry and all its glory
Arcassin B Jan 2015
Shout outs to :

Mayas

Creep That Loved You

Wolf Spirit aka quinfinn

Soul Survivor

Eli

Elizabeth Squires

Aniya

Vaugue remembrance

Joe malgeri

Ember Evanescent

Aesha nisar

Weeping willow

Correna Taylor

SPT

KetomaRose

FNB

Kalypso

Wordvango

Lorena Lamas

Patty m
<3 love you guys I look up to y'all all day everyday ✌✌✌

If you don't **** with me , **** the rest of y'all ,
Especially the fake ones
The people I didn't mention , keep making me happy :)
ROBERT W KODAMA Dec 2015
walkn these walls
lookn for eggs
that the bunny has laid
wait thats the
easter time ryme

christmas is not
God its hot

kids are all gone
its a lonely ole song

wifes at work
boss is a ****

my friend
wordvango
is having a gran time
i wish i was with him
an six gallons of cold red wine

we could drink it all night
til saint nic comes into sight

we'd stagger away
and he'd say to all
a good  night
there's you a quickie wvg
There are so many that has left that will be really missed on here.
Like Kim Johanna Baker, I have not seen Bradon Nagley in a while'
God has used them and their poetry to show hope on here to others.
There are more that have Left , I miss Vicki as well she is another.
So many Gifted Poets whom worked hard at showing others Hope here.
Through their keep on pushing through in their Life and Poetry.
Still there are others that are still here sharing their poetry and caring.
I just want you all like Kristy, Pradip, Ryn,Tapiwa,H-B,Rose, Walter, Alyssa.
Valsa,Kikodinho,Jen,Logasn, Ben,Cisco,Timur,Kasidee, J Kleins, Traveler.
Wendy,Wordvango, Timothy, Marian,and many more Powerful Poets.
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
More tributes...

I just could not leave out, forget
People I haven't mentioned yet
There are more than just a few
This site is HUGE! What can I do?

I want to include VIPs today
The first is Arlo Disarray!
I like this poet, I feel led
To mention Better Days Ahead!

Cecil Miller... his work is fine
Sverre G Holter's poems unwind
The smart *** rabbi can talk a line
Impeccable Space
Can blow your mind!

Here's a poet who i prize
That is WendyStarry Eyes
Alex Rubio, terrin leigh
I want to mention them TODAY!

Nicole Ashley, Mayas TOO!
Leo Kendrick, I like you
Danzel's writes about Greek myths
Wordvango has got a gift...

And here's to a poetfriend
Kenneth Irving MacPherson!
If I could do all this again
To EVERYONE my love I'd send!


♥ Catherine
aka SoulSurvivor
Antony Mooney's a sweetheart, too!

Please read my last post
Hello, Poets! If you have
Not already. Many poets are
Mentioned and honored there also.

I know that I have left folks out!
I don't want to hurt feelings.
If I've forgotten anyone let me know!
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solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
Dear wordvango,

" the night before " Christmas eve
i got this dream of mine so illusive
so clear as if i am awake,, i am so afraid that time but it was not a cold nightmare
although i am sleeping, my pen was collaborating to Paul Butters' poem entitled " daymare "

" the chef " (ang punong tagapagluto)

in an exhibit... there was this---dish entry
it has been sabotage unintentionally
because of that incident, i have my query
who is really affected? the one who tasted it or the contemporary?

because if in each every scoop
has fright threatening just like a loop
what's therein on on self vitality
if the air- sacrifice seems to be fatality

any moment from now on
those victims in a food poison
should be careful after judgement based in most of the liked
over the exhibit-table, only those innocent will be so amazed
ako ang alay sa kultong napanaginipan ko
tila bangungot na kinakain ng multong ginawa ko
hanggang sa ang sugo ay dumating
at kakatwang itinigil ang ritual upang
ako ay gisingin at iligtas ang bawat kaanib ng punong
tagapagluto!
SøułSurvivør Jun 2017
Based on Wordvango's poem
By the same name

Along a rugged
slippery path
We hike or crawl
with crooked staff
We are blind within
the maze
But find the music
phrase by phrase

Through the muck
and spider's lair
Webs that look like
angel's hair
We search, each of
his own accord
For the strum
of the Lost Chord

We all know
the song to sing
Devil's tail or
angel's wing
Tho on The Way
there is no light
Sometimes hearing's

OUR ONLY SIGHT.
Thanks to Wordvango
For the inspiration! ♡
Gidgette Nov 2020
I slept for just a bit. As I tend to do. Where are all the great poets I knew and loved. Where is Wordvango? Where is Jennie? Where is Mr WCA?

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