I am a wordsmith,

Versatility overrun,

The corners of my mind.

Prolific and exuberant,

Permit my narration,

Witness these fruits fall.

Like a methodical chronicle,

Or cosmic carousel,

May every chord resonate.

Bearer of warmth,

And solace to the downtrodden,

The shining catalyst,

To the beloved and betrothed.

An angelic advocate,

The estranged scouts,

This earth to find.

Cryptic messages,

Stern intellectual maze,

A sapiosexual’s delight.

These words shall twirl,

Like rose petals in spring,

Dandelion seeds ,

Rotating in the blustery wind,

Over and over again,

Whilst the vast fruits fall…

Join me in my journey.

I am a wordsmith.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

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Galaxies #Poetry #Love #Journey

Poems for Warriors

Photo by Vincentiu Solomon on Unsplash

I want to reach out
and touch you
my forefinger
touching yours
the feeling reverberates
through our entire bodies
I want to pull you close
into my chest
your soft and smooth
body scented with honeysuckle
the warmth radiates
within each of us
I want to brush
your cheek with mine
the tender, supple skin
prickling my stubble
the sensation tingles
up our spines
as our heads swirl with emotion
two galaxies
in concentric orbit

© 2021 Jason A. Muckley

I hope you enjoyed this poem! I am working on a new chapbook of poetry that should be published in the next month or so (April-May-June 2021 timeframe). The working title of the chapbook is “Together Apart and the Road to Recovery.” It will likely feature this poem and about 50-60 other poems. Some of the poems have been posted here on my blog…

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Mystery and wonder…

Come Enjoy this post and the song!


Mystery and wonder

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Just words."       

                      Mystery and wonder…

It was a Germany warm Summer, the days were long and easy. You and I had no-place to you. You were my German girl with eyes of hazel who loved to dance and to sing.

You made me brave and fearless. We searched for grand adventures every weekend. We travel from Hamburg, Germany to Basel Switzerland.  I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes.

We loved the mountains and the open valleys. You taught me how to free climb and I taught you how to count stars. I remember Florence, Italy. You wore your white Summer dress and you walked barefoot in the hidden valleys of the ancient city. We shared the ambrosia wine and walked, talked, explored the secret and…

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Be kind to someone today…


Be kind to each other——

Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like a old house, once beautiful and new. We will lose our zeal and know decay. Become forgotten.

Men who love folly and mischief. Can they find a place where their restless mind can rest?
I found a girl by the Weeping willow tree. She had eyes of gold and she had soft tears falling from her beautiful face. I asked her, dear lady, why do you cry?

She looked at me and she whispered. I cry for you, I cry for men of war, I cry for men who shall die alone and I cry for the children, who cannot be saved from the hate of our world. I told her, we are having a Indian Summer. The world…

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If you ever forget I love you


 If you ever forget I love you…

(Poem five for April. The poetry month)

Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The fainting sun on a April warm day left him feeling helpless and he knew. He killed the dreams, he killed the want of love. Somehow the disappointment of life to kill the hope in his eyes, the warmth in his heart.

He drank the Scottish whiskey and he wrote into a journal. If I ever forget I loved you. Can I find the place where I dwelled in your eyes? Where we knew laughter, we knew mutual hope and dreams. I went to my dear love and I asked her. Am I okay my kind friend? I feel empty and useless.  You have been waiting for me to return and…

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Published – March – Megha Sood

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Hello Everyone-

Please join me in congratulating Megha Sood on another fabulous month of published work. Megha is kind enough to share this list with us as they are a wonderful resource should you decide you want to submit your own work.


Following is the list of Publications/Events/Media Mentions for the month of March 2021. 

  1. Poetry Published in Paw Press Anthology 2021 by River Paw Press alongside US Poet Laureate and Pulitzer Prize Winner, Robert Pinksy

  1. Featured Poet in the Women’s National Book Association(WNBA-DC) Celebrates “Women in Poetry’s Future” Event on April 20, 2021

  1. Featured as Guest Judge for the State Level NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Poetry Contest 2021

Featured as Guest Judge for the State Level NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Poetry Contest 2021

  1. Featured as Guest Judge for the Poetry Slam Competition at the NSS IIT -Delhi Annual Social Fest Kaizen ’21

Featured as Slam Poetry…

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Promote Yourself Monday, April 5, 2021

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Words Unspoken

Walt's Writings

Words Unspoken

We all have that special someone
the only one that is always on our mind
the one that keeps us going
yet we leave so many words unspoken

we all have those times
when we feel all alone, on our own
when every breath we take
makes us feel so broken

even during those painful times
we still lay here alone
with our hearts wide open
but with so many words unspoken

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2021 All Rights Reserved

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Summer’s child III


1 of 12 in ‘The Spring series 21’ from Jemverse

With iron chill of winter passed

Summer’s Child is here

to fill with warmth our minds and hearts

around this time of year

Summer’s Child is pure and free

her breath is fresh and new

giving life to grass and tree

as her hands always do

Summer’s Child comes once a year

with exuberance of youth

dispelling winter’s aged guile

replacing lies with truth

Summer’s child will not stay long

she has just one short fling

for as seasons through the years have sung

Summer’s Child is Spring


Photo – Jempics

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