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Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Remembering Michael Garland

We have lost a good friend, fellow Poet in Michael James Garland. His death is so unexpected and we are at a loss right now with grief almost beyond words. Our Fame Community appreciates the contributions he made to our start-up as a Moderator.

Aloha! Michael, my friend. Mahalo until we meet again.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Ether Sonnet 339

Sonnet #339 “Ether”
By David Palmer
31-January, 2017
Renton, Washington
A Byron Sonnet

Breathing in emotional helium 
Has made my spirit blithesome and buoyant  
Skipping across these clouds of Joy, present 
In orbit 'round your love. Lights of Belgium 
Visible in my space, Byzantium, 
Great city, not even more exotic 
Your words bind me, blind me in myopic 
Vision. Thoughts of you fill my cranium.
My voice pitched high, two octaves at least, 
I won't forsake the liqueur of your love 
Sonnets of praise to you shall never cease
Passion encases this heart like a glove 
My Queen, in her radiant beauty speaks peace 
To my soul floating in ether above.

©2017 David W. Palmer
All intellectual property rights retained by the author

Friday, February 10, 2017


Within The Flame By Craig J. Burt

Within The Flame
By Craig J. Burt  8/18/15

To know you
To touch you
Is new
Heart's soaring
Around glimmering stars
In this world of ours.

Cold Beauty

Cold Beauty

snow 
fall,
magic
remaking
of the world I know;
fell asleep in weary wetness,
only to awaken to angelic paradise!
Oh me! Oh my! Won’t Arianna be surprised, when she wakes to see this wonder?

© 2017 David W. Palmer
Poem & Photo

Word prompt. Te amo.
Te amo? Why of course, cursed presence the
distant echo of discord, fight or flight
to the corner I was forced. I pondered 
broken thoughts disillusioned I fell hoarse.
Te amo?utter disgrace, speak English.
Respectively you ask, my quaint anger
your passion fueled voice, assurances
that roots spoken, true essence...Te amo,
my love, calm waters among ebbing tides
Te amo? chaotic swirl, tragic tales
Shakespeare's quill, ink dipped the heroine
in storms of fractured love and life's repose,
Te amo? Such depth of understanding,
hindsight, patient echos, those stormy days.
Karen Hayward ©2017 Image and words