The Fourteener

Candid Couplet #8

2009-08-06T09:51:00.004-05:00

Due to demand for poetry to be revealed off site,
this page will close and change shall come, then I'll return to write.

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Candid Couplet #7

2009-04-29T11:05:00.002-05:00

The unspeakable's not treatable, how then can I win?
Afraid to say just what it is that's muting me within.

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WOOF Contest - 02/06/09

2009-02-10T08:26:00.002-06:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks

Poetry

Margaret Norkett - “A treatise on friendship” - A poem about a special friendships.

Dragon Blogger - “Winter Childs Play” - Poem based on Children Playing in Winter Playground, crafted from 13 random words.

Romeo - “A Mirror's Dream” - i am the numbness in your fingers

Web-Betty - “The fey little man” - Another poem crafted using uncommon words.

Fiction

Jennifer M Scott - “Human Footprints” - The story takes place in the future where humans are inferior to cyborgs. A cyborg is sent to kill a human woman who runs an agency made to connect humans.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intevention"

Behind Her Eyes

2009-02-04T08:28:00.004-06:00

She kept a flame for past mistakes, she feels she failed the test;
her fired eyes shift up in smoke to give her mind some rest.
With shame and guilt and secrets deep, her time is spent within;
no one can reach her inner room, no one can free her sin.
While others grow and roam about she stops for every sign,
and reads in them her every doubt, to keep herself in line.
Sealed up alone, her fear ablaze, still trapped behind the lens,
caught burning up the scenery on which she most depends.
This path will fail as time moves on, like her this path is dust;
it's leading back the way she came yet this is what she'll trust.
She wants to change, to stop this ride and back it up once more,
but its too late, all she can do is let go of before.
If she could give in just enough to stand out in the rain,
the drops of life would douse what has been keeping her in pain.

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Magic In Memories

2009-01-14T09:42:00.005-06:00

A memory without a dream is nothing but a print,
in it we see what's left of love, a taunting shadowed hint.
To let it work and sing your song means sacrificing sin,
but can you suffer painful groans while birthing what's within?
This is the secret known to some, the worth of sacrifice,
and faith that lets you take it up at such a costly price.
While trusting in the angels you cannot believe your eyes,
as demons come approaching with an image just your size.
So separate the visions from the waters of the deep,
to let imagination just continue while you sleep.
Appreciate the calm you feel but don't get too attached,
this too is just a sentiment which keeps the treasure latched.
Then all that's left is playful peace and memories of love,
a space you couldn't know until it came down from above.

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Candid Couplet #6

2008-12-31T13:32:00.002-06:00

I'm far away from what I know, from who I used to be.
Though growing still I'm smothering in harsh reality.

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Rhyme Reaction #5

2008-11-05T14:02:00.010-06:00

They gave their life and owned their death in choosing how to serve,
those boys made men through discipline, enlisting every nerve.
Some grew their age and lived to know the sacrifice they made,
and with them we remember so the memories won't fade.

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Candid Couplet #5

2008-10-27T16:10:00.005-05:00

In giving life you sacrifice your own so you should know,
they pull your soul out through your skin and never let it go.

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Rhyme Reaction #4

2008-10-06T13:54:00.008-05:00

We shed our leaves not with consent though Justice has prevailed,

this season is the sad result of ancestors who failed.
Left grieving those discarded leaves we trust there's more for all,
still hopeful that the Spring will come to mend the fateful Fall.

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WOOF Contest - 09/26/08

2008-09-30T08:15:00.001-05:00

WOOF Contest – Top Picks:

Non-Fiction

Mike Fried - “Off the Deep End -- AGAIN!” - A diatribe against PETA.

Amritbir Kaur - “Honesty - Still the best policy” - We have read the English proverb - Honesty is the best policy - very often ever since we were children. But it began to change meaning with the passage of time. Let's find out its implications now.

Poetry

Sanjay Chhabria - “Tears” - A little touchy kind poem on tears. Walks you through describing the feelings undergone whenever you would cry.

Kayla - “Who is Your Star?” - How to recognize your guiding light.

Penelope Anne Bartotto - “The Gift” - A poem about Mother Nature's gift.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense "Intervention"

Who is Your Star?

2008-09-25T16:29:00.003-05:00

Who is the one you turn to first when life has left you cold,
the one who tells you "Keep it up, your story's not yet told."
Who is the one still by your side while your love falls apart,
and all that's left within your soul is someone else's heart.
Who is the one that takes the hit when you are feeling mad,
then pulls you closer anyway and lets you just be sad.
Who is the one who holds the line while you go diving in,
to places you will soon regret and wish you'd never been.
Who is the one that can be heard above all other sound,
who feeds you with the wisdom to maintain a stable ground.
Who is the one that knows you well enough to be your voice,
when you are left unable to speak up and state your choice.
Who is your star that leads the way out of each empty night,
to hopeful scenes of new found dreams, the one providing light.

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Candid Couplet #4

2008-09-19T22:09:00.004-05:00

Avoiding life, too big for her, she'll never be the same.
What's left to do, but laugh along, and play her little game.

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I Never Knew I Had His Eyes

2008-09-06T11:33:00.005-05:00

I knew I had his manner and the way he held his pride,
his dedicated service, how he never missed a stride.
I knew I had his stubbornness, his tough and tinted skin,
which covered up the tender heart he carried deep within.
I knew I had his loyalty and love for all that's true,
he never wavered from his faith and paid the Pope his due.
I knew I had his taste for wine, preferring red to white,
he'd have a glass then drift to sleep but never drank to fight.
I knew I had his humor and the way he played his wit,
he'd keep the people smiling as he entered into skit.
I knew there was a chance that we might share a trait or two,
some features like his bushy brows or shortened height I grew.
I knew these things, but when he died, it made me realize,
looking back, through it all, I never knew I had his eyes.

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WOOF Contest - 08/29/08

2008-09-02T08:18:00.001-05:00

Woof Winners: Writing Offering Our Finest for August 29

WOOF Contest – Top 5 Picks:

Fiction
Jenn H. – “In the Morning Light (Part One)” - A fictional short story about a man who has been diagnosed with terminal cancer and his regrets. Based upon a visual prompt from A Thousand Words.
Henry Petrie – “Kestrel” – What a person thinks as they gaze at a girl in a coffee shop

Non-Fiction
Mike Fried – “The Weight Loss Chronicles – Introduction” - A chronicle of my weight loss adventures

Poetry
Penelope Anne - “Faster” - A poem of the passage of life
Kayla - “Last Chance” – A poem

Last Chance

2008-08-26T15:21:00.005-05:00

A chance to tell a lifetime of both tears and happiness,
confessing to a stranger that you're showing them much less
of what they really mean to you and how you feel inside,
the way you want to be yourself but frightened you must hide.
A chance to walk a mile when you couldn't take a step
outside the walls you built yourself in which your heart was kept
away from those who couldn't dance the rhythm it would beat,
from those who chose to stand in awe awaiting your defeat.
A chance to make a difference in the lives of those like you,
the souls connected to the space you've lived you're whole life through
with pain and sadness carrying the bags of stolen time,
you have it now to give away, to tell them all is fine.
A chance to bring the essence of the world back to its core,
and reach out to the rest of them who know there must be more.

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Rhyme Reaction #3

2008-08-22T13:33:00.006-05:00

The beauty of a tree turned into shadow by the sky,
its pink and purple backdrop giving pleasure to the eye.
My sight receives this image as a tear escapes my face,
imprinting it in memory I stare back into space.

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WOOF Contest - 08/15/08

2008-08-18T23:02:00.003-05:00

WOOF Contest – Top 5 Picks:

About Writing - Writing Nag - “5 Ways to Face Down Rejection”

Poetry
Robert Bourne - “Hope”
Jennifer M Scott - “Waiting for September”

Fiction - Jenn H. - “The Birth Announcement”

Prose/Non-Fiction - Mike Fried - “There’s no business like law business”

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with "Shattered Heart (Richard's Backstory) First Draft Novel Intervention"

Purification Party

2008-08-07T15:19:00.004-05:00

Blue beams and shattered dreams and fonts of trailing water streams.
Single steps, imagined depths, left alone with patterned reps.
Dizzied drops, cushioned flops, between the never ending stops.
Peace of mind as thoughts unwind, seek, they say, and you will find.
Present tense, raging sense at bashful maids and grunting gents.
Parts we see flying free above the open bleeding sea.
Know this life through eyes of strife, vision likened to a knife.
Piercing glare, sharpened stare, in ballroom dresses to be fair.
Candlelight, no pink in sight, all is lost to black and white.
Impulse drives as pulses rise, without fear a stranger tries.
Dazzling dance as in a trance, welcomed tails and tailored pants.
Gliding pairs with parceled cares sell their hopes in tidy shares.
Set in stain, not cleansed by rain, clocks ring out in chimes of pain.
Yellow sun, people run, the infestation has begun.

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Candid Couplet #3

2008-07-24T16:01:00.007-05:00

WOOF Contest - 07/18/08

2008-07-22T23:08:00.003-05:00

Woof Winners: Writers Offering Our Finest for 18 July

WOOF Contest - Top 5 Picks:

About Writing and Author Interviews / About Poetry
Kimota - “How to Become a Writer - the Harsh Reality”
Annetta Ribken - “Finding The Time To Write”
Robert Stevenson - “For improved writing think visually”
Qugrainne - “Cluttered Desk, Cluttered Mind, Clear Desk…….”

Flash/Fiction – Serial Fiction
Jennifer M Scott - “In Pursuit of Jack”

BROUGHT TO YOU BY PLOTDOG PRESS FEATURING: "Stephen King’s Bones"

Rhyme Reaction #2

2008-07-15T23:20:00.008-05:00

Blue butterfly delphinium,

how royal is your hue.
You're color so unique and bold,

I fell in love with you.
But now I know your secret curse

and must send you away.
I cannot risk your lethal kiss

Ninety Something Girl

2008-07-12T08:47:00.010-05:00

Alone she sat quite happily, the chair a velvet green;
reviewing many memories, her heart remained serene.
She chose a piece of knitting from the basket by her seat;
stitched some love into a blanket for a kin she may not meet.
Her wrinkled hands more knotted from arthritis with each purl;
but she won't quit, she won't give in, this ninety something girl.
The strength that fills her aging heart comes not from years of rest,
it comes from her enduring times of trial, times of test.
She rises to greet company, now coming through her door;
each movement slow, one inch then two, across the carpet floor.
Once welcomed in they stay to chat, but never long enough.
It's this farewell to family, she finds so very tough.
Yet out the window she will wave, a smile on her face,
back in her chair of velvet green, with dignity in place.

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Candid Couplet #2

2008-07-10T20:35:00.004-05:00

Facing my Spine

2008-07-07T21:36:00.007-05:00

I'm leaving the way I came in, challenging how I see.
Facing my spine with frightened eyes, not knowing what will be.
Tempted to hide in the garden, my faith in plants for shade.
But even leaves work for the Sun, which finds me as I'm made.
Time to choose to follow the Fire, or stay and be the tree.
Suffering heat, I'm welcomed in, but only with the Key.
Yet still the prey of doubtful thoughts, perhaps I should have stayed.
Though not eliminating fear, uncertainty does fade.
Now bold enough to face the past, my spine still stares at me.
The fluid hides my hidden tears, like raindrops merged with sea.
It will take time to separate, through memories I'll wade.
For all defense comes from my spine in masks when I'm afraid.
With Love now living in my heart, the rest is drained empty.
It's now that I come in again, it's now that I am free.

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Rhyme Reaction #1

2008-07-05T16:49:00.008-05:00

"Health officials question whether tomatoes behind outbreak" - CNN.com

More tainted food, could be unknown, afraid to eat at all.
How can we know what to avoid until the next recall?
To have control and be aware is how I like to dance.
But this is life, uncertainty, and much is up to chance.

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