Poet to Poet….


Dedications from One Poet to Another…

                 poet tree

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Written To:  Iamsherrie0030

By: Voice of Silence

“SHAH- DREAMS CAN DIE”
.
Somewhere there is a dream come true for one
Hasn’t one ever wished or dreamed of a dream come true
At least that’s what I wish to think
How it ends is totally up to the dreamer
So one must beware how they treat their dreams
However real or unreal they seem
At times dreams can also DISAPPEAR as fast as they came true
Has many a star disappeared with time that was wished upon silently
So listen with heart and soul and know you had a dream created for you
How you treat that dream even when others destroy it
And how you wish to believe in that dream
Handles the way that dream shall exist onward or die
SHAH EITHER LIVES WITHIN THE HEART OR DIES OUTSIDE OF IT
LOOKIE LIZZY…YONDER COMES THE RAIN!!!!…….
IT MATTERS ONLY WHAT THAT INDIVIDUAL BELIEVES THAT THE DREAM WAS CREATED FOR AND WISHES TO COME TRUE THAT DREAM OR OPEN HEART AND MIND AND LET DREAM DIE….
AND A TRUE FRIEND SHALL LET YOU HAVE YOUR DREAM COME TRUE AS LONG AS YOU WISH IT
SO IF IT DISAPPEARS MAYBE IT WAS YOU AND THEN AGAIN MAYBE IT WAS THEM THAT KILLED IT FOR YOU
.
~~written for BOT SHAHDAROBA…by MASTER VOS to Iamsherrie0030 ~~ END
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” MOOD ROSE ROOM ”
Written many years ago for CALLY and Platinum Poetry Room

” MOOD ROSE ROOM “
~
Once visited a room…as I entered..
There was Laughter, Beauty, Expressions of Love..
Kind Tenderness of Emotions all around…
In fact was really Reflection of Loveliness to behold..
~
Beautiful roses of multi colors all around.
They say talking to flowers can truly make them grow and spread beauty…
But this I found was a magical room of roses
In this room the roses responded by talking back…
~
Yes, truly a room full of rare oriental exotic mood roses..
And each day as I return…I find that each rose changes yet as with it’s mood swing.
And each day come and goes these mood roses amaze me
And astonish me with the true beauty they speak forth…
~
Once one of them asked me what color mood rose would I be if were..
Without hesitation…I would be a transparent one of course…
So as the sun at day shined through
The very moon with its warmness.. and the stars with all their twinkling beauty
~
Smiles softly…I knew at that very moment
I’d found a room I would visit most often.
If even only in observation of each rare exotic mood rose..
As they chat and share their true beauty with each…
~
From beneath the hazy skies of blue come forth rare exotic mood roses..
Where rays of sunshine have touched their delicate blossoms
Kissed by the early morning dew…
 Or have words just begun to pour forth with beauty from each mood rose…
.
VOS   VOICE OF SILENCE

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From: B9patric~to~Marcoosh2

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
~
You are worth more to me than you know.

Our time apart was mutually felt,

Under what conditions, under what circumstances
~
All I could do was think about us

Right now it seems like miles away

Even though we are no longer apart.
~
Like when you touch me in that way.

Open my eyes and poof you were always there

Very nice of you to give to me

Every thing you do, we do together.

Deep in my heart you will always be loved.

~
Patty

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From: Marcoosh2~to~B9patric

Dear Patricia, 

When we are apart
I’m a little less.
It’s like the stars still shine
just not as brilliant as you;
as your smile
as you know
you are loved.

I love the dawn
at summer’s deep
but now it’s a blur;
for you my soul weeps.

I never have missed you before
and my heart is not empty.
It’s like you’re holding
that which is missing
from where you are.
You have not been here
for so long.

I realize such;
you become all the more
when we are apart

Mark

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From: EyeOfTheTiger2U7~to~Cally2001

A Poets Life

There is a special lady
Often out of sight
She brings her charm
And sweet poetry
Every single night
The rays of sweet
Sunshine lights
Up her room
Without her prose
And gentle verse
Our lives would
Be all gloom
.
The poetry she writes
With her pen in hand
Lights up my dreary day
And lets me make a stand
Words of truth from her life
Sometimes funny
Often of strife
With her words of wisdom
Darkness turns to light
.
From this Grand Lady
And the poetry she wrote
She gives to us her kindness
No matter how remote
To this fine lady poet
I tip my hat in praise
The warmth of her poetry
Will last all my days
.
In appreciation of
The Platinum Poetry
Founder Orania

Poetry Scroll Collection

EyeOfTheTiger2u7
May 2 2013 ©

 

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A tribute to my dear friend, Charles

(Voice Of Silence)~from~Cally2001

 

Touched By A Poet

.

In the light of wisdom

lives a poet strangly quiet.

Placing before him a parchment,

.

he dips his pen into his heart and

with deliberate strokes and love,

he rests himself upon your soul.

.

He writes of love,peace,sorrow.

aging,learning and joy.

His words are powerful.

.

He ignites passion in your soul.

Phrases that leave you to explore

and find the puzzle they complete.

.

He brings you to tears, causes you to

search your soul from a collection of words,

yet he is humble and unassuming.

.

He explores the hidden gardens of friendship.

Dances in furrows of flowers and makes them sing.

Shares with you the blush of a violet or rose.

.

Paints images before your eyes,

sprinkles your consciousness with

bits and pieces of the past and future.

.

His words are of time,now,then and beyond.

Reaches into your soul,seeks the truth,

embraces it with his warmth.

.

Becomes your friend and peace of mind.

A friendship is born between you and the poet.

Through this mist of a poet’s words is heard

the echo of poetry.

.

CALLY2001 July 13,2014

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My Sincere Thanks To Jean

Thank you Jean for selecting me to be Poet Of the Month., I considerate it a privilege.You did a superb lay out and I am delighted with it.

You have come a long way since you started this blog and I hope that all understand the hard work, time an effort you put into this site.

 Please accept my thanks and congratulations on the success of your site. . At times We see so much of the negative side of life on the Internet that it is refreshing to have a positive, upbeat report on the good things that are happening. to the poets.From your professional approach, your Clarity and your skill of effort  it has been a great motivator for those that needed that extra push.You are doing a great job Jean, you are a gem for the poets.

For the love of poetry.

Orania Hamilton

CALLY2001

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From: CCPoems4u~to~ Fillmyeyes

 A PLACE OF WORDS

~
Fillmyeyes or  Jean
She’s the best I’ve ever seen            
So to her I drink a toast
Excellence but never boasts
..
Often heard but rarely seen
Just a lean mean Poem machine
Her words have brought her fame.
Far and wide they knew her name.

..
But then one day, as Poets do,
There came a thought of words anew.
Where all who had  the knack,
Could get that monkey off their back

..
While our fair Lady in her  prime
And thus endure the test of time.
Poetry as loved by all
Came running at the Masters call
..
Still she would not reveal her face.
Yet honor bound could not erase.
Then as talent comes to pass.
Was found a heart thus made of glass

As God created, broke the mold,
She claims her age, yet never old
Spent in ways she’ll never  show it.,
But in the words of Late night Poets
..
And in this place, as she created,
You’ll find no words just silver plated,
As I, this writer, has been so bold,
Wish you words, Her Legend is but solid gold,

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From: So3u554   to: V0ICE0FSILENCE

There is a friend, a poet who

speaks volumes with silence

Sometimes more is said with

silence

Then in words written

on paper

 

When he speaks even the

wind quiets to listen

Rain stops falling

The trees bend lower to hear

Flowers turn their heads

Butterflies land on his

outstretched hands

 

When he speaks it is

like soft whisper of wind

Gentle brush of butterfly

wings against your cheek

Song of the wind chimes

touched by a breeze

 

There is a friend a poet

who speaks volumes with

silence

Yet his words touch my heart

and soul like no other…

¥ smiles softly….. 

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From: VOICE 0F SILENCE….To: So3u554

I wrote this poem years ago to a dear friend          
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Was once asked…How have you been…
Sure have missed you…Why were you gone so long?
In which My reply was following….
Smiles at you gently…..Have been right here within the wind …
blowing ever so gently against your cheek…
Have you not felt me near?
Within the very sunshine…
that caressed you ever so softly…with it’s ray of warmth…
Upon the very bottom of your feet..as you took every small step..
to softly make your path more bearable to tread..
Have you not felt me at all?
Soft whisper that you hear…yet can’t quite make it out..
Within your dreams trying so desperately
to keep the cobwebs from settling in…
Peaceful feeling you feel every now and then..
that’s me saying Hope you having a lovely day…
Smile you see within others when they greet you
or when you meet their eyes…that’s me…
Small raindrop that settles so gently upon a leaf..
That butterfly that floats by so gracefully
as if it owns the very air..
Sound of the birds so beautiful
as they sing their songs of joy..
Yet also that bell ringing in the distance…that sounds so far…
Yet close enough for the sound of the ears to share it’s true beauty…
Sounds of your windchimes
blowing in that gentle breeze..
In all the beauty that surrounds you …I’m there…
All you have to do is look closely …and listen gently…
You shall surely feel my presence
near you at all times….My Friend…

 

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From: Foxseaone to: Ody

Ode to Ody

Fantastic writer
with 
such flare,
freely 
shares her 
verse.
`
Just don’t 
worship
her
or you’ll be cursed.
`
Use caution 
when giving 
her praise
for those who have 
said so
have live 
shorter days.
`
I am daring
and so I do,
never a coward 
shall I be.
so I fear I must
confess
I love her poetry
`

love 
her 
poetry
`
`
C.S. Fox

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From: FILLMYEYES

To: All The Writers, Lyricists and Poets

Late Night Poets
~
May the late nights alway sooth you 
and inspire you to write 
may your wisdom find its rhythm
and from your pen take flight.
~
I pray your Muse be ever present
and whispering in your ear
singing songs for you to write
the message ever clear
~
May your pen flow freely
upon your paper lined
may your voice be always heard 
your words be well defined
~
These I wish for each of you
writer, lyricist and poet
each of you inspires me….
I just wanted you to know it : )
~
Jean
12-31-13

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B9Patric to Marcoosh2

(Patty to Mark)

My Creator
~
A digital camera

Pen

Computer

Those are your tools
~
You create magic

Always something exciting and new

You mold my life

After all the years
~
A work of art is what you are

Working artist

Thrill me with your skill
~
I want to be

Just like you
~
B9PATRIC

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Marcoosh2 to B9Patric

(Mark to Patty)

Colors On The Canvas

On cool moist virgin sand
in front of fire clouds
under the rising autumn sun
where there are no ripples
on the quiet Atlantic
or even a single sea gull
to sit by
is where you are found . . .
when faces that have smiled
slowly bridge from colorless places
impossible to forget
in a black and white world
made to shades of gray
nobody to blame
but you wonder who has made it
from Gods abstract canvas
where things were simple
or easy to understand
is how you are found . . .
near yellow hibiscus
in “The Rhythm Of The Saints”
at a thunderous drum circle
or on piles of autumn leaves
where all things are colorful
is where you will find me
where we can play . . .

Mark

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Dreadlox to Foxseaone

Christmas Exchange

Red Dress
~
At first I probably wasn’t
Paying the attention
To your work
That I could have been.
People come and go;
So many poems read…
And who’s to say
What’s really good or bad?
~
But then one evening
Something caught my eye
About your description
Of a hike you’d been taking
And a bird you’d been watching.
It wasn’t what
You were saying, however,
But more about what you weren’t.
You’d become, I’d noticed,
Master of the art
That less…is more.
~
Words left out of your poems
That made things more crystalized.
An invalid mother…
Her dignity still intact
But put into words so eloquently
That like staring
At a beautiful woman
In a red dress…
I couldn’t look away
From your post.
~
Now when I’m watching
And I see the work…
Of “Foxseaone”
My attention is drawn;
As it’s almost
In your detailing
About a frosty Winters day

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Foxseaone to CCPoems4U

Christmas Exchange

CC the Rhyming Poet
(sung to the tune of Rudolph)
`
CC the rhyming poet
Has a funny sense of humor
and if you ever saw him
you would say it isn’t rumor.
`
All of the other poets
try to rhyme just like him
but they can never do it
verses next to his all dim.
`
Then one late night poetry eve
Foxy came to say:
“CC with your wit so bright
I shall write you a poem tonight!”
`
Then how the poets did love her
as they shouted out with glee
Dave you’re not the only rhymer
She’s got one up on thee.
`
C.S. Fox 🙂

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From: LourdMoon to Keyholderlight

~~~~~~~THE RAVEN FLIES TILL MORNING~~~~~~~
~
As I write these words with passion
Mourning as I am not still about the day
Iron clad pleading for peace and harmony
For the one who went away.
~
Within the palm of her hands
She will forever be
The one who held on to the last
In the palms of her hands she holds the key.
~
Clouds have opened, the rain cleansed the way
Grand the portal opens, a carpet of red beneath her feet
A place for her accounting marked etched in time
While angels sing low and sweet.
~
The toll that came deep in the night
Preparations in secret while Ravens do not fly
Documents drawn for the passing of days
The seekers of spirit not asking why.
~
Five twenty nine thirteen marked your book
For an appointment that you kept
Leaving behind a memory for all times
While kindred spirits knelt and wept.
~
Winds of change scrolled the life
Of one who will not be forgotten
The hands of time have not stood still
Under these clouds of white silky cotton.
~
From life’s great book your name has been called
For a row decided long ago
The path cleared now you on your way
To the land where Peace and Love flow.
~
Wishing you well as your destination up right
No more climbing up that hill
You are now at peace and suffer no more
In other hands remain this will.
~
LourdMoon © May 31, 2013

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From: Soulprobe7 to DarkBlueDominion

~~ RAINY DAY~~
**
It’s a rainy day, it’s Sunday
I’m thinking about you
I stare out the window
each drop splashes silhouettes
which dance in the distance, blue
~~~~
I can smell the rain
and the chimes are divine
singing a ballad with each breeze
as the droplets and the songs
cleanse all of time
~~~~
No worries for the weary
or boundaries which brake
freedom are the caterpillars
which rest upon the leaves
morphed souls, wings do make
~~~
Essence floating free as we embrace
dance us in the warm rain
of silhouettes on a solemn Sunday
as I stare out the window
of this opaque glass pane
~~~
April 28, 2013
Melinda

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From: DarkBlueDominion to Soulprobe7

Heartfelt Rain
~
she lies in tranquil solitude
thoughts dancing with the rain
a subtle serenade of visions
that’s intensity can’t be explained
~
her spirit flowing with the rhythm
feelings refuse to be fought off
rising passion of her soul
now swept up and cast aloft
~
a constant pouring of emotions
flood like the patter on the roof
she struggles with the reasons
of which her pounding heart gives proof
~
a storm within the senses
she tries to relax her mind
but the heartfelt rain relentless
there’s no shelter she can find
~
she surrenders to the downpour
gives in with pleasured dreams
her soul sent upon new journeys
softly floating down new streams.

2013-DominionPress-

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3 thoughts on “Poet to Poet….”

  1. All wonderful dedications to remarkable poets one to another. How wonderful to have someone tell you that they think so much of you and your work.

    Justin

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  2. Melinda Campbell said:

    Heartfelt. Deeply heartfelt. Each of us, all with a desire to be understood and embraced within our true selves. Beautiful page. I’m looking forward to more post one to another…

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