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Calling all writers and poets, to Penable’s first Thursday poetry competition❤️
This Thursday’s challenge is…….. Dreams! This topic was chosen by the author, poet, writer, fantastic Ritu Bhathal!

Whether it’s a nightmare or a peaceful dream, we want to hear your poetry. You can write about anything connected to dreams.
The judge of this very special competition is an author of many books, Didi Oviatt!!!

She will be choosing the best poem on dreams on the 10th of March, Tuesday, after 12 a.m., When the competition ends.
The results will be revealed on Wednesday.
HERE ARE THE RULES:
Send it in before Tuesday 10 March. Write the poem on your blog before the date.
We will judge and give you the results on Wednesday 11 March.
You are not allowed to copy poems from other people’s work.
HOW DO I SUBMIT MY POETRY?
Submitting your great poems is pretty easy.
- Type your poem in the comment section below 👇 . Add your name and click send.
- Write the poem on your own blog or website then publish it and send us the link for it in the comment section below 👇. Add your name and click send.
You can choose between these two options,
Thanks, and happy writing! ♥️
Enter before Tuesday!!!!
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Can’t wait to see what you come up with!
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Reblogged this on Didi Oviatt and commented:
Exciting poetry competition!! Enter now 🤩
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Here is a submission from Mark.
https://crowonthewire.com/2020/03/05/a-california-street-by-mark-tulin-visitant/
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Here’s the dreams submission. Thank you for inviting me to share. I appreciate the opportunity.
Sail.
You sail ever farther from
Me
Your reflection wears a little
Thinner
I don’t quite remember
As sharply
The you who you are
Versus the you I created
But I remember
Barely
How you seemed to me then.
And how you seem to me now
It’s like
Waking
From someone else’s bad dream.
https://49shadesofmeblog.wordpress.com/2020/03/02/sail/
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DREAM OH CHILD OF MINE
by Manasseh N Ngichu
Cast thy net to oceans deep
Oh my child this world so steep
Look above and you will reap
All you can please do strip
Wisdom, knowledge these you’ll read
And in the end we will meed
Dream my child and dream again
And this world shall surely gain
Not foretold beyond the pain
For achievement you must slain
But this world shall surely reign
Blessing galore on you will rain
What can’t you do this day I ask
Unto you I leave this great task
One day oh child shall glory bask
Set in mind from dawn unto dusk
Today’s groans tomorrow’s joy shall mask
Dream my child, for eminence awaits you
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DREAM OH CHILD OF MINE
by Manasseh N Ngichu
http://manassehpoems.poetry.blog/2020/03/06/dream-oh-child-of-mine/
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https://bleeink.home.blog/2019/10/09/where-do-we-go-when-we-sleep/
by Nikhat Parbeen
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Here is a suitable dream for a midnight lion. Put aside the other two for this one will surely do.
The Sun was Shining
I woke up this morning.
The sun was shining.
It made the trees dance in their dappled green dresses.
A mellow breeze
Carried the scent of flowers
Across the unending forest.
I watched the birds
Flying between the branches,
Building nests and impressing each other with their song.
Beneath the canopy
Creatures nibbled
On the verdant undergrowth.
The whole of nature
Put on a show
Of interconnecting magic.
But, as the bulldozers started up
And the chainsaws began to scream
I realised it was merely a wishful dream.
Opher – 6.3.2020
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Here’s my entry, thanks for the invite: https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2020/03/06/linger-3/
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the dustings
by Vanessa Shields
the wind shows herself
by leaning her shoulder on
purple coneflower petals
they receive her caress
push deeper into earth
spread roots like stories
and so dreams lean into the soft shy
underparts of our arms – a vulnerable
garden made of skin
we are sturdy flowers – coralbells
in bloom for flitting hummingbirds
weigelas – low-maintenance stunners
embracing butterfly whispers
moving secrets from the wind
on their scale-strong wings
and so dreams choose us
by the dustings of
wind’s secrets
exclaimed on
verbena lips
excavated in
the shadows of
the thriving coleus
lift up your arms –
sentient dreams bloom
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Link to ‘the dustings’ by Vanessa Shields
https://vanessashields.com/2020/03/06/the-dustings-a-poem-about-dreams/
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by Rhonda Melanson
The Edge of Glory
-The Transfiguration-
In my dream
he became my stable star!
They broke him into spikes,
hurled him like a battle hymn
down the craggy mountain,
screaming Hallelujah!
So warrior-bent on performing
their composition, they failed to see:
his lighted face
obliterated of features,
the blank slate terror he needed
to stand on the edge of glory
without wings!
At least, not yet.
He and I- we required
our mountain promises
to build with wood
a structure that wears
gracefully all that hangs
from it. We must live
on the precipice
even during those times
we choose to avoid,
detach from, describe.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
so—WHOSE WITH ME????? 😀
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The Boys from North Carolina
They have no heart
– the boys from North Carolina.
They are humming the Fleetwood Mac song
– Dreams.
They are living for the rain,
the rocks,
the trees,
and the fresh grass,
but not for any ol’ girl,
especially if the girl is some faraway
hummingbird
since the boys can observe their native ruby-throats
from their porch.
They have no heart
– the boys from North Carolina.
They are humming the Fleetwood Mac song
– Second Hand News –
while dreaming of
rolling in the hay
with their dream women
who, unfortunately,
happen to live 4600 miles away,
but hey:
at least, they have their native ruby-throats.
Author’s note: You gotta love North Carolina.
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An Entry for Jonathan Caswell—
https://bythemightymumford.wordpress.com/2020/0/06/thinking-mans-limerick/
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Thanks for your poetry💕
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Thanks Jonathan, a massive help😊😊 🙏.
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Thank you Paula❤️
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Lovely Jonathan!
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Thanks a million, Opher!
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Well done!
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Many thanks Vanessa ❤️
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It’s amazing, thank you Rhonda! ❤️
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Thanks so much Maggie for your fabulous work!
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Thanks 💕
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Well done, Nikhat, it’s very good, thank you❤️
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BUT…it doesn’t say much about DREAMS. I’ll think of something….!
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You’re welcome! thank you
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*hearts****
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Victoria Abah
Poem title: Dreams
Mysterious as they are
They are vision of
The soul.
If you dream it
You can be it.
The visions of
Your soul
Made out
Into reality.
Come as you are.
Like a jigsaw puzzle
So are our dreams.
We envision
A world of the
Unknown
The laungage of our
Soul
Is called dreams.
We aspire
We yearn.
Our soul speaks.
Let’s all hear what
It has to say.
Rekindle yourself
Once again.
Allow your soul
To be joyful.
Let your dreams
Be heard.
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Victoria Abah
Here is the link to my blog:
https://vickyswordsofpoems.com/
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Victoria Abah
The link to the poem dreams
https://vickyswordsofpoems.com/2020/03/06/dreams/
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Author: Damian Garside
Poem: “And Between”
AND BETWEEN
betwixt and between
the drawer of
lost socks
and the drawer
of dark dreams
is where we fall
the unconscious
like a great washing machine
spinning spinning
but no
rinse
in this cycle
all our religions of redemption
and yet here
no one ever seems
to come clean
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Thanks…. But you can only submit ONE poem….. Please tell me which one you want to submit and I will delete the others….
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Here is my entry for the competition. Hope you like it
https://poemsbyameya.wordpress.com/2020/03/09/dream/?preview=true
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Thanks so much.
❤️❤️❤️
I will send you the link for the results on Wednesday 😁
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A megrim crocheted in a whimsical fantasy
The manifestation of subconscious mind in sleep
Taking over from conscious speculation of day time
A break from reality , releasing the tired mind
As delusions, aberrations wear out the day .
An expression of wish, that one unconsciously wants
A phantasm of imagination to look forward
Clouding the night vision with vagaries, whims that unfold
From the deep recesses of the mind , illusions unveil
Hopes, aspirations, that refuse to go away, surface ..
In the comatose state of the physique , quiescent visions
Dormant yearnings spill forth in this soporific state
The body in opiate mode, the brain ebullient
Dreams are beacons of optimism, soul’s breath
# Quatorzaine
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Ok — sorry for that mistake
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It’s great, i will send the link for the results on Wednesday 😁
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That’s alright, we all make mistakes, please just tell me which you would ACTUALLY like to submit and I can delete that. 😁Thanks and the results will come on Wednesday
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Okey dokey
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Thanks!
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Will do
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Take the poem “And Between” as my submission. Damian Garside
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Take the poem “And Between” as my submission
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My entry:
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