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Us two, twisted, into each other
Someone shouts, as we get ready to fly

With wings of hope we soar and fall
Her hair brush my face, time crawls

The amber sun glows like a burning coin
Freefalling, carefree we two are joined

Now we are frozen stiff like timber
Soon, our soul shall decant these earthly vessels

We'll chase the wind through day and night
And together taste immortality, entwined

By Nothingman from Poetry

Thank you for taking part in our Jigsaw Poem Challenge. When the Jigsaw Poem Challenge poems are all posted, I will then post the Add- a - line group poem and after that the August Poet's Who Blog Poetry Collective.

One of the newer sites to join our listing is Young American Poets.

Young American Poets is seeking submissions of poetry and short stories. You can visit them by clicking here.

Sweet Taste of Time



the wings were twisted

delicate and fine as

your silver hair



locked in amber

carefree

untouched by time’s passing



will you decant this for me

chase the meaning of the words

shout the words aloud



oh taste the ambered wonder

feel the trembling timber of trapped wings

while we drink of time’s sweet honey



By Pamela Olson from Amputated Moon

Thanks, Pam, for taking part in the Jigsaw Poem Challenge.

You can read the Before The Song column from The Western Way, the official publication of the Western Music Association (WMA), published quarterly, by clicking here.

DANCE MANIA

massive crowds dance
in medieval twist and shout
minus the Beatles

instead they hear
the music of dark hysteria
Black Plague rhythms

which shod their
feet with insanity's carefree wings
St. Vitus laughs

hair whips wildly
women chase visions of angels
men shout heavenward

as their poisoned,
heavy minds are decanted from
melancholy to lunacy

when finally drained
by their dancing convulsions, they
drop like timber

frail human puppets
tasting the edge of death
before their time

were amber waves
of rotten grain the cause,
bearing fungi LSD?

or were they
feverish desperate dancers rehearsing for
the Danse Macabre?


By Nicole Nicholson of Raven's Wing Poetry

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Thank you, Nicole, for taking part in our challenge.

Thanks for joining, Val

Another poet has decided to link to us here at PWB. Welcome Val from Ode to Poetry.

Thanks for joining us, Val. And thank you to everyone who make PWB work.

Carefree

Decanted out of the office
I expand into looser clothes
Like wine liberated from its cork
And free, at last, to breathe.
My hair, released from its prim twist
Falls into curls like amber wings.
I chase butterflies across the red-rotten
Timber of wandering jungle stairways
I shout gleefully back at the macaws
Screaming brightly in the treetops,
Trail my fingers in warm tea-coloured rivers
And swing in the ease of hammocks.
Briefly intoxicated by the sweet tasting air
And the fresh re-dawning of carefree days.

By Lirone from Words That Sing

This is a jigsaw poem. Thanks for taking part, Lirone.

I'll be posting another poem tommorow.

Short Form Open-Minded Poetry

One of the latest sites to link to us is Pagence Press.

Pagence Press features the short form prose and poetry of Benjamin Dean. This poetry focuses on zen, taoism, freedom, enlightenment, spiritual renewal, self-development & observation. Over 900 online poems to read, enjoy and share.

You can check it out by clicking here.

The challenge words are in italics...


TWIST

twisting memories of disease
force a shout from dusty lips...
the vultures' wings tip down
scenting another poet's death...
only a hairs width from insanity
taking this Kentucky amber
to force a carefree soul...
burning mind-timber glowing red and orange
decanting a boiling liquid sanity
to the voids below...
i chase these dark dreams across the sky
awaiting another taste of the death promised me


By D. C. Massey from
Musings of a Mad Celt

This is a Jigsaw Poem.

Great news! One of our poets has started a new site.

At Pen Me a Poem, you can find weekly poetry prompts, poetry news, and you can even solicit a personalized poem for yourself or a loved one.


Go ahead and stop on into Pen Me a Poem and check it out.

Wow! Way to go, Lirone.

PWB sends out congrats on taking part in your own personal NaPoWriMo and completing 31 poems in less that 30 days. Can't wait to cruise on over and check them out. Stop on in to Words that Sing if you want to do the same.

Hanging Around

I thought about your wings today
Your carefree laughter
Sun bleached hair
Floating from a tree
Over there.

Sitting here
I leave the windows open
Curtains twisting
Recalling tastes like wine
Decanting you inside.

Amber headlights
Through the night
Timber strobes
Make me uptight.

But I wait for you to ring.

I will not shout
For anything
But twist upon this bed
Chasing ghosts
Inside my head
Wishing we
Were joined in stead.

By David from Photo Link Love. Thanks for taking time to do our challenge, David.

You can also read this poem by visiting Virgina Breeze

Welcome!

Stop in and check out the newest poet on our list Chaolue from Amatuer Poet. Please make him feel welcome at PWB.

Thanks for being a part of what makes our site work.

Jigsaw Poem by Phillip

A wine remembered

The wine, decanted,

with amber temper:

even with a twist of lemon,

still left taste of timber.





A shout of carefree pleasure

or just hair-of-the-dog,

it had the wings to chase me

around in the fog.


By Phillip Thrift from Poetical Bits

This is a jigsaw poem. I will post one a day. Thanks to all who are taking part.