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Our Story
By Michael Tyger

Ageless in the depth
beneath the snow
I've heard a whisper
The voice was a dream

Feet shuffled near
Softly they crowded
on the edge
of our own amphitheater

And we did play
We played so well
All of us together
brought the fire

They watched intent
and few stirred in their seat
Yet in their hearts
an ocean swelled

These lines lay here now
Are they discarded?
Who can tell?
Are any left that attend this echo?

There is a whisper
and a distant drum
beating rhythm
into rhyme

There is yet
a mountain rising
For I feel it beneath
this muse of mine

And if we fear not
the grave of lyrics
But endure the pain
of loss and grief

Shall we not cross
the chasm unknown...
If in our story
we still believe

(I shall always remember and hold dear my times at the Pub. Cheers my friends!)

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Random Poetry Prompt
Write a poem for our Holiday Challenge.
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POET OF THE YEAR CONTEST:

************ VERY IMPORTANT ************

Voting for the POY will be open during the week of November 22 – 28.

ALL POETS who enter the contest MUST vote on their five (5) favorite poems. If you do not get your votes in by the end of the voting period, your poems will be disqualified.

Pubbers who do not enter the contest can also submit their choices for the five (5) favorite poems.

Once voting is closed, the votes will be tabulated, and the results posted in the next Chatter. There will be a winner in the Poet of the Year contest, which will be the Poet that amasses the most votes on his/her poems.

The Poem of the Year will be determined by the Poem that amasses the most votes.

HOLIDAY CHALLENGE:

We are bringing back our Holiday Challenge.  This is a simple challenge, and we hope that everyone will join in.  All you need to do is write a "gift" poem for someone at the Pub and well will post it.  You can check out all the particulars in our Holiday Challenge Book.

POEM A WEEK CHALLENGE:

The purpose of this challenge is to simply encourage writing, taking the time, at least once a week, to get a poem from your brain on to paper.  If you would like to participate, the "how to" is below.

2021 Poem-a-Week Participants

A Paintbucket of Words by nubivagant_words

Genteel Reveries of an Outrié Poetess by MystresMyna

Petals of a Rose by Alkymarz

A New Leaf by most_bay

Five Drops of Ink by je2suisChris

Woven Threads by enchanting_figments

My One Last Gasp by BillTemple1957

Even As We Speak by MichaelTyger

Love Wings by PriscillaYiadom4

Please stop by and check out their books, show them some Poets Pub love!

IF I MISSED ANYONE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW AND I WILL ADD YOUR NAME TO THE LIST!

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Poem-a-Week Prompt
Week Forty-Eight Prompt
Write a poem as a gift for someone at the Pub.
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Random Poetry Prompt
Write a poem from a snowman's point of view.
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POETIC HISTORY

This week I thought I would bring you some poems written by our very own Pubbers.  All three of these poems can be found in our "Holiday Challenge" collection.  Please feel free to add to this lovely collection of poems.

Unsilent Night (A Christmas Tanka)
By orkneyman

celestial refrain
solicitude and choirs
mankind homage sings
a bold bright star shines overhead
a babe in glory is born

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Christmas Limerick
By lyttlejoe

There once was a Christmas collection
with entries described as perfection
all the author's took bows
as tradition allows
and reveled at plaudit's accretion

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12 Days of Christmas List
By MystresMyna

On the first day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the second day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the third day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    three lost socks
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the fourth day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    four broken toys
    three lost socks
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the fifth day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    five screaming fights
    four broken toys
    three lost socks
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the sixth day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    six walls of crayon
    five screaming fights
    four broken toys
    three lost socks
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the seventh day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    seven scrapes a-bleeding
    six walls of crayon
    five screaming fights
    four broken toys
    three lost socks
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the eight day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    eight spilled milk messes
    seven scrapes a-bleeding
    six walls of crayon
    five screaming fights
    four broken toys
    three lost socks
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the ninth day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    nine headaches a-pounding
    eight spilled milk messes
    seven scrapes a-bleeding
    six walls of crayon
    five screaming fights
    four broken toys
    three lost socks
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the tenth day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    ten shoes a-missing
    nine headaches a-pounding
    eight spilled milk messes
    seven scrapes a-bleeding
    six walls of crayon
    five screaming fights
    four broken toys
    three lost socks
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    eleven "I didn't do it's"
    ten shoes a-missing
    nine headaches a-pounding
    eight spilled milk messes
    seven scrapes a-bleeding
    six walls of crayon
    five screaming fights
    four broken toys
    three lost socks
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my children gave to me,
    twelve hugs and kisses
    eleven "I didn't do it's"
    ten shoes a-missing
    nine headaches a-pounding
    eight spilled milk messes
    seven scrapes a-bleeding
    six walls of crayon
    five screaming fights
    four broken toys
    three lost socks
    two messy rooms
    and a list for Santa Claus to see.

With the holidays upon us I hope everyone will take the time to enjoy your family and friends.  Know that the dishes will still be there tomorrow, the laundry can sit for one more day and you can watch the new episode of your favorite show some other time; choose to get one more hug, play one more game, or spend just a few more moments talking to the ones that mean the most to you in the world.  Those are the moments that many never come again. 

I hope everyone has a splendiferous week!!
Remember to... keep those pens and keyboards flying!!

Cheers from you Mystres of Chatter
MystresMyna