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Mar 1
Doughnut Sonnet No. 1 - by Stephanie Scarborough

How does one pick one doughnut from this tray?
The first one with the sprinkles calls to me
With all it's perfect icing artistry.
Arranged on doilies in a vast array
The second and the fourth one seem to say,
"Oh, eat us, we are cream-filled ecstasy!"
The sixth one is a chocolate fantasy,
And the eighth one's jelly-filled today--
But no, I will be modest with my choice.
The third one's plain and that is all I need;
I need not sprinkles, icing, or that stuff,
Because for me a plain one is enough.
And now my satisfaction's guaranteed
That with my doughnut choice I will rejoice.
I am a pisces, a vegetarian, and wish I could play the accordion. I've recently had poetry appear in Nuthouse, Bathtub Gin, Toasted Cheese, Old Red Kimono, Lunatic Moon, Studio One, Raw Nervz, Love Words, Bovine Free Wyoming!, First Class, Liquid Ohio and others and fiction appear in Rant-O-Rama and Planet Relish. I also draw cartoons and edit The Pleasant Unicorn, an e-zine that can be found at my website.
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Mar 6
Hush Little Child - by Michael Levy

Hush little child,
whimpering in dreams
you're all cosy and warm,
wrapped in rainbows and moonbeams
outside the wind howls,
there's frost on the ground
And Autumn is whining,
its early warning sound
so hush my baby,
there's no cause for alarm
for in your life,
you'll face many a' storm
But with God at your side,
there is nothing to fear
Because his love and affection
will always be near.
Michael levy was born in Manchester, England on the 6th March 1945.
After many life experiences and a successful business career he retired
to Florida in 1992.
In 1998 Michael established Point of Life, Inc., as a vehicle to
project his philosophy and spiritual understanding. The website
www.pointoflife.com and the associated newsletter (Point Of Life Global Newsletter)
are visited and read by thousands of people around the world every
month.
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Mar 10
untitled - by unknown

Take the flowing river
Or the raging, salty seas
Absorb the soul of water
And your own soul shall be freed

Stand in gentle current, still
And feel the crystal pass
Let the sea spray wash your face
And pray the tears be cast

Confide in the great Ocean
On the lonely nights there be
Look deep into the waters, trust
And give all to the sea

Water is your keeper
And shall guide and guard your soul
Trust in her and love her
And the same faith she will hold
A Nature loving vegetarian from the country of Guernsey. Developing poet, web editor, researcher, activist.
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Mar 13
untitled - by Jeff Spranger

The Dictator

He is in the heart of every person
Wherever you happen to be

Be you a daughter or a son
He is someone that all can see

Whether he is right or wrong
Doesn't matter in his eyes

He really just lives to long
To be considered wise

The Patriot

He is in the heart of every person
Wherever you happen to be

Be you a daughter or a son
He is someone that all can see

His heart is noble
His desires selfless

Giving to others is total
Always to the helpless

The Idiot

He is in the heart of every person
Wherever you happen to be

Be you a daughter or a son
He is someone that all can see

He is a dictator acting like a patriot
Thinking he is helping others for their sake

When he is merely thinking like an idiot
And helping others for his sake

The Conclusion

Perhaps we are any and all of these
What is the difference between them?

It is all in the practice of how one sees
Each piece in the form of a sum

By living his life outside of self
By giving to all that cross his path

By not stockpiling on the shelf
By not responding with wrath

So step up and be counted
The one who is the patriot

Don't live your life touted
As the idiot
Jeff is a web designer living in boulder, colorado. my desire is to be able to share the happiness of my life with the rest of the world.
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Mar 13
Will I - by Ulrica

If the end is the beginning, where will I start
    And if night turns to day
        will I feel it?

If forgiveness and love takes a hold of my heart
    And if darkness becomes light
        will I see it?
from Sweden - Just an ordinary soul, trying to learn as much as I can from living this life. The nice things, and the sad things happening are equally important. My two children are the best of teachers, and I hope I can help them to find confidence and strength. Love and forgiveness are concepts I try to find in every situation.
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Mar 23
untitled - by Donna Caviness

Softly tears roll down her face
as she hides her fears in grace,
Her tiny baby oh so small
fearing that God soon will call.
No wish or operation
will take away her condition,
maybe by prayer and loving hope
will heal or help her cope.
from North Carolina - I am a poet, advocate for children with disabilities. I
am a cd designer in Rutherfordton, N.C.
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Mar 27
amid the black of night - by Jadiejanie

i come
out into the lonely cove
i lay
under the fading stars
i wait
   for you
   to rise
   rise
and dissipate
these heavy thoughts
into oblivion

but you did not come
and i had to retreat
return in silence
to bitter reality
   no hope
   no joy
   nothing new
and i remain
the prisoner
of darkness
I'm a student of molecular biology, but my soul is into writing.
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Mar 27
untitled - by pinkmoon

i get home
and immediately
slump my tired body
on the bed

troubled mind
restless heart
sunken spirit
limp body

slumber to nothingness
coveted peace
the burden of reality
nails me down

wake up
at the call of sunrise
a new day
a new hope
a new beginning.
I'm still a student, I'm a lunatic, and I'm from the Philippines.
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Mar 30
untitled - by Melissa Carice Nord

searching my drawers
impaled upon the
momentary nature of this short of breath
       hush-hurry up-today.

and I find you,
   in the corners of my narrow
not so lingerie drawer

around my waist,
in-between my fingers
   in my shower, and under the door mat,

receding my countenance, and in between my legs.

opening each poem
   and my every other breath.
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