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Though born in New Jersey, John W. May has lived in Colorado all of his life. He currently works in the field of ophthalmology and loves to mountain bike and read history. John first became a lover of poetry in 2008 after having read a poem by John Milton. He has been reading and studying the works of various poets since. Among his favorite poets are Emily Dickinson, Fyodor Tyutchev and W. B. Yeats.

  August 2022     1 day ago

Submitted Poems 34 total

The Witch of Aberdeen

She lived outside of Aberdeen
Where Scotland woods stood glum and gray
Above a cavern in between
The rising moon and setting day.
Her laughter seemed to plague the night—

    That is, as some would say;
And oft, through yonder...

– by John W. May

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On Beauty Untamed

“Poetry must have something in it that is
barbaric, vast and wild.” –Denis Diderot

The Falcon

In lovely light and lofty pose,
   It perched an autumn limb.
Rebalancing, a wing arose
   Revealing something grim ...

Though...

– by John W. May

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On Dreaming

I often wonder with a grin
What imagery my dreams might show:
I blanket deep, pull covers in,
And ponder how my dreams will go ...

For in the haunt of last night's tale
A dreadful cavern opened wide,
And in a frenzy dogs of hell
Were...

– by John W. May

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The Sculptor

With joy he set upon the stone
Releasing from its marble tomb
The likeness of a lovely maid
Whose grandeur filled the humble room.
What hapless rock this used to be,
Half-figured now, she seemed a god:
The more his chisel carved her shape,
...

– by John W. May

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Candy Land

The swing that breaks the hanging bag
Sends candy bouncing all around:
The children rush, and pushing fuss,
And knock each other to the ground.
No thoughts of others—only self—
Where skewed desires all abound:
They rush and push and even kick...

– by John W. May

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Latest Comments: 467 total

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I’m a sucker for traditional, rhythmic poetry … awesome piece

7 days ago

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Love the philosophical import this poem presents: reminds me of Philo’s concept of the Logos. Also appreciate the rhythmic pattern, the cadence and the diction used to impart the poem’s point.

14 days ago

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Couldn’t agree with you more, Sue. This is the kind of poem that inspires writers to write!

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Wuh-wow! The imagery in this poem is flawless! THIS is how free verse poems ought to be written—after the short-lived style of the Imagist movement and poets like Amy Lowell and Hilda Doolittle.

So impressive … you’ve got real talent. 

14 days ago

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So much said in so little space. Simple and powerful and beautiful.

14 days ago

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Delightful poem and fun read. Well deserved win.

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The shopkeeper Dvoyrele's daughter is calledPretty Mirele, MireleAnd Dvoyrele says that her only comfortIs Mirele, Mirele.The sun shines by day, the moon by night,And Mirele stands by the window and laughsLaugh, Mirele, Mirele.This Mirele is graceful, sweetly beautiful,This Mirele, Mirele.She has white hands and white teeth,Ah, Mirele, Mirele.The boys all grow pale with longing,But Mirele's heart is colder than ice,Oh, Mirele, Mirele...Nothing but sighs float up to the sky,Oh, Mirele, Mirele,No one can eat, no one can sleep,Oh, Mirele, Mirele,All the hearts are bursting with ache and pain,But no one can move the frigid heartOf Mirele, Mirele.The years flow by like water,Look, Mirele, Mirele.Your beauty has already come to an end,Oh, Mirele, Mirele,Your face is haggard, your head is bowed,Your eyes are bloodshot, your braids are grey...Light from the stars and moon at night shinesOn Mirele, MireleShe stands by the window, mournful and pensive,Oh, Mirele, Mirele...The clouds drift here and there,A tear drops from Mirele's eye,Weep, Mirele, Mirele! 

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So good! I had no idea what this poem would say after having read the title— personification, eloquent language, a lovely rhyme-scheme and a humble warning against arrogance and self-complacency … a lot.

It reminded me of a song I first heard almost a decade ago: Mirele. 

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Love it and definitely can relate to its existential themes …

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Lovely.

15 days ago

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Hi there. You have a seven day period to (hopefully) read all the submitted poems. After that, you are afforded one vote for a single poem out of the 150. The winner will be announced on the eighth day.

I’m sure you’ll find, as most of us do, that after having ‘pinned’ several poems it is very difficult to narrow down your vote to one poem. Good luck!! 

23 days ago

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100% agree with Sue … an exceedingly creative and rather mystical notion: the poet’s desire to BE the poem. Almost reminds me of the opening lines of the Gospel of John:

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” 

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Powerful piece! Made all the more so considering your personal experience of it.

Sad this little girl had to endure it; happy she’s alive ..

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Also, excellent opening quote !!

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