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ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME! Click the links below to read the winning poems for the week of April 2, 2004. Poetry Gardens of Fame Index |
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Sukey Pratt
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Of Gardens and Poetry She took her sad heart into the bluster of the wind and her garden solace. Watching the poppy petals fly as she gathered her optimism. Her faith against the demons. Deep in the ground she sank her plants. To be received by the soil in richness. Her mind ablaze with thoughts, her essence filled with him. As the sky burned blue, their home filled with flowers, poems rose. Ah yes, the verse, unmetered, flowing from the place of pain.To be shared, thank God. To take the hurt to a different place. In words they could see and touch and taste. Oh sweet Muse, let the words of sadness, even blank despair. Flow under your fingers as of old. Make Poetry, my friend. Plant seeds that will soon bring light to your Irish soul. Make Poetry as I tend our flowers. |
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Tammy Vitale
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Petrified Cell by cell transformation.
Or is this merely a different form meditation, atoms changing from wood to rock to dust just as bone must all of us slowing, breathing breaths together
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Denise Mihalik
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Feel the power of words flyin around in the air wicked power txtmsgs tools of voyeurism tools of connection great power words flyin out there connected to them souls daydreams spawned where r u want 2 dance want to come over and visions of dancing incendiary amazing dancing close and warm and Im there right there dancing legs entangled wrapped and smiles many smiles beautiful movements of freedom wanton desire and flesh real live desires of the flesh ego based pleasures of the flesh can be delicious warrm and wet and wide open open to fun and life and laughter open to flight it all comes down to flight cause when you can fly two as one well then wonder possibility amazement i dream a man who will be turned on at the site of me lovin myself each way every way thinks it's beauty me honoring myself pleasuring myself stands watching in amazement and in delight hands on pants touch and smiles a delectable smile a devious child a mountain of a man a playful soul a soulful soul warm warm warmth that glow big and resonant golden i want glow the kind that makes my breath expose itself warm and slow in and out |
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Jo Ann Alderman Baker
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uncommonly familiar the place looks uncommonly familiar what with the magnolias and the camellias and the loblollies. but it feels too clear, too crystal, too certain; not at all fuzzy and funky with squishy pitch warm and oozy hanging in the velvet air waiting for a pat on the head before sleep. it looks back at you with glinty edges reflecting one, not two spinning in the darkness of sin, alone, betrayed with the wink of laughing green eyes like the heady sweet scent of your sister's corsage the night the music promised love, sugared exquisitely soft and forever with twinkley stars. turn to look and see the certainty of nothingness facing toward the future, with all the loss of the place hanging in your heart while his knife words slide into the silk sheath of hollow promises bereft of any kindness. |
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