“The phantom of the dark”
I lay my head upon the pillow.
another sleepless
night awaits
my spirit relives the daylight hours
encountering the phantom of the dark.
I dry my saddened eyes
of the tears
shed quietly
shattered in the loneliness
A mother,
her dreams of blooming green horizons
to recall the flowers of
the land
dissolved by the insane hurricane
Cry mother,
the sky knows your secret
the eyes are needed for this too
don’t
torture your soul
the wrinkles speak of your pain
weakening the heart
And...Mother Mary
cries tears
of blood,
having tortured the flesh of her flesh
in a dull abominable noon.
On the third day She
smiled once
more
of a peaceful joy
breathing life back into life.
Don’t cry mother,
dream again, light up hope
for one day
the light will brush your lips
and the
nights will be free of the phantom
rescinding the pungent and penetrating pain.
Laura Ficco
is from Genova, but she lives in Assemini, Ca, Sardinia. She
was born as artist in 1980, she's a painter who uses many different techniques for her paints. She takes part
in different exhibitions with her works. She started writing poems in 2003, but this passion had already
started when she was a teenager. Sensitive are the themes of her poems.
Laura takes part in many cultural events of music and poetry,
these shows are set at "Palazzo Vice-regio" in Cagliari, in many literary clubs and in Sardinia's theatres.
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The Poetry Contest Third Prize Winner is...
RYAN SHEPLER of Sebastopol, California
“A Better Life”
When will the life that everybody follows end?
People have a choice in this world, but they choose material things.
People
believe that money is the cure to their problems,
For those people who have more money,
It is just a separation from others who don’t have any.
Love may be an
alien like word for those can’t see the full potential,
When it takes sanctuary in each
individual.
When the wealthy are separated
from the poor and
Laws encouraged the discrimination and segregation
of African Americans and whites,
Love is the only answer.
The clouds have darkened through time, instead of us learning inside.
When people
stop killing people and children stop being abused,
When mothers, fathers, and children stop
being killed in war,
When hate has stopped ruling us and we stop growing hot embers in our minds,
Then love would take more small steps around the world.
Hate is the poison to this world, slowly eating us alive.
Can we decide to
and act upon a life without distrust in one another and,
Understand each individual for
whom they are inside and,
Love them with the love we have?
Yes...
When people realize what they have in life, and
When the waters of life calm from the roaring tides,
Then love would be the understanding
of all, and
Then beings on Earth would finally get a chance to sleep without disturbance.
Love
is the reason we are alive on earth,
To help us move along to the better life.
My name
is Ryan Shepler (Age: 15), I go to school at Plumfield Academy and I am in the 10th grade. I enjoy reading, writing, poetry
and listening to music on my free time. I enjoy talking about life and coming up with green ideas. Ienjoy sports and eating
all kinds of food. I am a good student and I'm leading a good life now. Right now things are looking bright in my future.
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Dream Quest One Writing
Contest Winners - Summer 2009
The Writing Contest First Prize - Summer 2009 Winner is:
DEANNA
K. KLINGEL of Sapphire, North Carolina
Click here to read the First Prize Winning Story @ Dare to Dream page 2...
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