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Sara L Russell Jun 2016
Sara L Russell 8th June 2016*
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Dear Sir or Madam, we regret to say
your manuscript is not quite what we need;
so therefore we're returning it today,
with all good wishes that you will succeed.
* * *
Dear [your name here] regretfully these days
we do not read submitted manuscripts;
we're mainly doing television plays
and cannot give out full critiques or tips.
* * *
"I'm sorry but our editor's away
and he's the only one for poetry
what was your name again? But I will say
we will get back to you eventually."
* * *
No news is good news, so we carry on
till everything but desperation's gone.
Sequestered May 2016
Dreamt about assassination last night,
Twitchy eyeballs popped up beneath shut lids;
Rousing ghosts in gloomy valley of fright,
Once scrubbed off from the pages of past deeds...

Fettered to outbreak of wrathful revenge,
Whence vengeance kept puking ardent outrage
Thirsting for repercussion to avenge,
Blood spilled from rampage, bleeding to damage.

Disheartened by night's elusive moonbeam,
Dream took flight from cowl and cloak of unreal;
Leaving lackluster existence to dim,
Amongst baleful shadows looming to ****...

Fear retraced erased footprints for some clue,
But fate paid his due as nightmare came true...

~~~*~~~

Triumphant, this apocalyptic grin;
Baptized in sheer ecstatic debauchery,
That veiled these lips once kissed by cryptic sin;
But haunted by horrors of lechery....

This lovelorn reprisal was created,
By dreadful days her heart's framework, he razed
Amongst ashes of anguish most hated,
Leaving behind stinging stained sheets, unfazed...

Used and tossed away left her horrific,
She rose from death, a stunning femme fatale;
Whom he left to rot, felling terrific,
But by her blade, he crawled through hell's portal...

Now, turned ammunition most criticized;
An assassin, who should be ostracized.
Prompt: Famous Dead Dudes Word Bank

William Shakespeare (1560ish-1616)
eyeball, puking, assassination, dishearten, lackluster, outbreak, unreal, gloomy, moonbeam, scrubbed

John Milton (1608-1674)
debauchery, terrific, lovelorn, stunning, apocalyptic, criticize, ecstatic, framework, ammunition, created
Damian Murphy May 2016
Those who on negativity do dwell;
Who fail to recognise the positive,
Are those whom without we could all do well,
To whom our precious time we should not give.
For 'tis rare they have any good to say
About anyone, indeed anything.
Just ask yourself at the end of the day
What exactly to your life do they bring?
Have we not got enough with which to cope
Without their constant negativity?
To leave them behind is our only hope
Before like them we all turn out to be.
How much happier lives we all could live
If we focused more on the positive.
topacio Apr 2016
Nothing scares me more than inspiration stampeding towards me
I can feel her coming on like lightning bolt
As I sit in the distance eyeing her songs and poems and sonnets and anecdotes
Spiraling with great effort towards me
She has given me a net and a silk floral dress
For she has grown weary in the heavens
Living as idea and essence
Preferring a life of the palpable
To walk amongst the lay of men
To sleep within the threads of a woman
And yet I can only feel the chaos of her wash upon me,
As I throw her net into the great gulp of her eye
And I capture nothing but the pure feeling of
Her wrath in between the seams of my silk dress.
The Dedpoet Feb 2016
Grand,
This day, unfolding like a fable,
And the kiss felt ten fold.

Grand,
This tiny life or big universe,
This little man or some other perception,
Living in the now.

The tile is cold at my feet,
I swallow the sun that swallows me in,
Shimmering light through the curtains,
Bright
             Renewal
                        Of the form.

Grand,
I am just me, this life
Into the great big world.

I want to tell everybody,
But I have no control,
Infinite smallness of my grandiosity.
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
When all the words have been sung in songs
When all good has been tainted by wrongs
When all those you fall for are all dating
When they are too proud to feel a thing
When you love them more instead of hating
When  every pick up line's in songs they sing
When all you've known about loving is pain
When you lost each time you played the game
When every fall wrecks you again and again
When in every conclusion you carry the blame
When every poem you wish to write is already on paper
When every sacrifice you make is easily forgotten
When the venoms of betrayal hot as paper
Is all you got each chance of loving you've gotten

When she's never kissed you albeit its long overdue
When nothing changes or everything to the dogs
When she's seldom seen like the morning dew
When she's got only flakes of affection and you logs
When nothing makes sense from the way you're treated
When she shines like the stars but leaves you in darkness
When you kept advancing when you should have retreated
Because she stole the courage from you and she's your weakness
When touching her lights you up deep inside
When the closest you get to her's to feel her breath
When It's all crystal clear It's time to decide
When the option of walking away hurts as death
When all is but a wish for you and her to hold hands
And yet you won't speak about it for nobody ****** understands
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
**** the puzzle pieces not fitting together
**** all the cacophony in my head
**** my unreliable mood like weather
**** this requiem, all my hopes are dead

**** all the expectations I had in life
**** everyone who thinks they understand
**** the back-stabbers more than the knife
**** tomorrow with each and it's every strand

**** those hoping  to change this earth
**** such crazy minds and thoughts
For all the pain this universe is worth
Tantamounts to forgetting wine and seeping tots

**** kids in ghettos watching movies about comets
**** poets trying to be shakespeare by writing Sonnets
Bb Maria Klara Mar 2015
Love me. Praise me. Fear losing me.
Tell me, if not else, that I am all you see.
Crave me. Want me, forever and always.
Make me feel important in all your able ways.
Seek me in your sleepless hours of night
or moments of bliss or tormentous plight.
Journey the roughest or smoothest of roads
Share with me, always, all of my loads.
For sometimes, I'll be right, and seldom be wrong
But still I want to be your heart's only song.
Despite subtle danger, you must be beside
Me; stay with me, my love, wherever I hide.
Remind me so often, how much me you love
As though I'm a blessing from heaven above

*For you are my blessing from heaven above.
I'll remind you, so often, how much you I love.
I'll stay with you, my love, wherever you hide.
Despite subtle danger, I must be beside,
You, who I want, you are my heart's only song.
Though sometimes you'll be right, or seldom be wrong.
I'll share with you, always, all of your loads;
Journey the roughest and smoothest of roads.
In moments of bliss and tormentous plight,
I seek you even in my hours of night.
You are so important, I show you this way.
I crave you. I want you, forever and always.
I tell you, if not else, you are all I see.
I love you. I praise you. I so fear losing you.
I just got in touch with my inner hopeless romantic. I'm hoping this poem will be the first and last whim of it.
Dolores L Day Mar 2015
"You should write poems"

"I don't think I could do that...
"They'd all be sonnets."
He's so god at creating metaphors I suggested poetry. He said no because he would just end up writing sonnets- which are known for being a platform for the expression of love. He is the platform for what every man should be.
let me love you like a storm,
dark,
dazzling,
domineering,
I can be your very own tempest,
I will sweep you off your feet,
I will take you to oblivion,
and love you like you've never been loved before.

I could break you,
like cracks in fine china, I
could break you,
all of you,
till you are,
nothing,
and you will love me for it,
and you will be broken in the most beautiful of ways.

I could kiss you,
I'll be your greatest pleasure,
my lips will hold yours with the promise of forever,
I will touch you like I am not meant to let go,
my fingers will splay algorithms as they explore the length for your torso,
You will hate me for it,
for make you feel this good,
but take heart my love,
one day you will kiss me,
and you will like it.

I could need you,
like barks need the north star,
I could be your star,
I will shine, and twinkle,
become yours like the careful ******* of promises,
I will never leave,
I will be constant,
consistent,
for as long as we are,
I will need you like the stars need the dark blue sky,
and some day,
when you love me back,
we will write our names in skies that stay blue,
and we will be our own forever,
stripes of dark brown and navy blue.

I can be your light,
your very own sun, wrapped in skin, bones, and tissue,
I can shine for you,
hot and passionate,
like the remnants of our love on the white fabric of our sheets,
I will heat you up,
all the way up,
but you will not tell me to stop because we love the pain,
and we will love, till it kills us, and marks us black and dark blue.

I will love you, like you are worth loving.
Every inch of you, like you are my life,
I will love with my soul,
I can be yours,
let me be yours?
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