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[Guy]

Reminiscences.
Her thoughts ranged over chances,
backroads and dances.

[Maria]

When darkness takes hold,
Remember the stars, the light
Twinkling in your soul

[Nadia]

Dying stars burn bright
Before they dissolve to black.
Leaving you empty.

Relish the darkness
Its beauty becomes your soul.
That has no light left.

[Lee]

Dark and cold
nothing more to unfold,
life has left this vessel.

[Lee]

Light you say?
*looks outside*
My goodness! it's day!

[Guy]

[LOL! So funny Lee-lette!]

In the bright brightness
I struggle to see what's there,
truths lie in shadow.

[Lee]

[Thanks Guy :)]

In the shadows I hide,
afraid to experience
reality.

[Guy]

By that fear I die
Near death by a thousand hurts
Life waking me up.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Must realize there is death
Then sole re-awakening
Stirring in heart... opened!

[M]

Death was a rusting
bridge, and a moss-draped river
swollen with March rains.

[Nadia]

Life is an ocean
Deep and full of adventure
Calling you back home.

[M]

Dora yawned, gleaming
with lotion, on a liner,
lulled by the ocean.

[M]

She wakened to strange
murmurings in sea-floor halls
of ancient sea kings.

[[deleted user]]

her desire is to
find a troy pound of silver
in a gold filled land

[Lee]

Stories were told
of street of gold
getting everyone exited.

[[deleted user]]

Rhyming haikus are
Not what I love, but still okay.
Yours is still quite nice.
:)

[Guy]

Lol! Nice.

[M]

Countless, the maidens
who have been sold where noon bathes
ancient streets of gold.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

This one's continuing from M's 7750:

Even sea-life thinks
of wonders yet can only
see up at glimmering "skies."

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platinum gray eyes
looked up to see storm brewing
clouds stirring the sea

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

The winds in cruel play
stir the clouds, whip them till they
pour onto the sails.

[M]

All that was brewing
was a storm. The coffeepot
was not even warm.

[[deleted user]]

M wrote: "All that was brewing
was a storm. The coffeepot
was not even warm."

Lol! Enjoy your coffee, M. Good morning! :)

[[deleted user]]

The little coffee
pot did its best to keep warm
in the cold weather

[Ryan]

He came late, pronounced
it latte; said, stuff the tea -
tonight, let's par-tay.

[Guy]

[Lol! Very funny, Ryan!]

[Guy]

When the tea gets stuffed
That's the time to hang with friends
Watching the kettle.

[M]

Good morning, Leslie! I’m on my second pot of coffee.

Hubert’s faked accent
and tastes were no more British
than Long Island Tea.

[Guy]

At the Hatter's tea
No tea was there but par-tea
Favours and Alice.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

People queried, "Mad Hatter.
Something get in your tea? What
in world's the matter!?"

[Guy]

[:-D ]

[Maria]

When they open to,
The eyes too used to darkness,
Light so bright, it burns

[M]

Dreams brought lake weeds, fog,
an old ramp. She woke, shaking,
and groped for the lamp.

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Blinded since birth, the
light was no use to her like
a lamp with no oil.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Hope shatters all thoughts
even the blind can see... springs
will rise. Sunshine comes.

[M]

The marsh creek’s glinting,
reed-bordered coils soon found fame
in verse and in oils.

[Ryan]

The torrent that made
men rich, was a humbly birthed
trickle from a ditch.

[M]

It’s real fame began,
locals said, with the story
of a man named Jed.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

The cult would be born:
man dressed in humble white, asked
"You Jed?" He replied "Aye."

(Hi M! :) I'm just feeling goofy today before I go to bed).

[Guy]

[LOL! Very subtle and funny CJ! :-) ]


He was of Ann's kin,
An odd and forgotten son,
Born to die unknown.

[Ryan]

A long time ago...
Ann's kin was a Skywalker
who studied Jed's eye.

[Marie]

The eye of young Jed
held the secrets of the Force
of powers beyond

[Guy]

The eye is the thing
That gets lost in the details,
stops seeing what's true.

[Sarah]

Mother's laser look
crippled curiosity,
bent a sapling soul.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

(Thanks Guy. :D).

Eyes are precious; orbs
that film beauty for the mind,
take views to the soul.

[Guy]

Despair for what's fair
And with a do not care dare
That will leave us square.

[M]

The wages of sin
are odious but furnish
rooms commodious.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

A wrote: "Reminds me of the story I wrote for last week's contest...well kind of! Yours is much nicer. :D ..."

I just looked over that post... how could I forget it? I remember reading it before and that I thought it was good. My poem is "nicer" in content as you say but I found your entry fascinating, especially wondering who the mysterious man was. ;)

I later figured it was not a man starting with the letter F but I still wondered that the entire time.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

He took the river
by his own hand alone, Death
stood at gate: "Coin, please."

(He had none!)

[M]

“There just isn’t much
to do for kicks,” Charon sighed,
“way out in the Styx.”