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this day, your love, I
will cling to for it is my
strength, my hope, my life
Copyright © David Meade
More featured poems below...
When I grow old
Remember not the frail man
Who shivers now, lost and cold,
But of the other, brave and bold.
Not the one that lingers on.
When I am old.
When I grow old,
Ancient and useless
In my hearts desire,
And the bleak stars above,
Blows the flickering candle.
Think of yesterday
When the world was new.
How did we conspire to let it die.
After all we knew.
When I am old.
When I grow old
To face the endless night,
That greets us all,
I think of the only love I had
And in those moments of regret
It makes me sad, to think of you.
When I am old.
Copyright © Martin Lynch
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
New York City
Copyright © Danitra David
Tears falling from Angels eyes
gathering in spreading pools
over the sterile parched earth
grief for beauty lost
Copyright © Shane Cooper
Walk softly in my garden
For the Rose's they will pardon
All the pansies in their places
with such happy little faces
If you look through all the trees
you'll see houses, birds and bees
I have fountains here and there
for the birds to come and share
Small houses you may peep in
where the frogs they all do sleep in
And the clover in the hollow
Captures moonbeams if you follow
All the wind chimes will amuse you
As the sound they make goes through you
There's a small bench waiting there
if you want to sit and stare
Then at dusk the magic happens
All the tree lights start there dancing
As they twinkle through the night
filling hearts with such delight
So please visit in my garden
The Rose's they will pardon
If you sit there for awhile
I can guarantee a smile...
Copyright © Sharon Ruebel
before the first man made from clay, you caused the seas that toss today, also the
earth you made by hand, it bring forth fruit you did command! arrayed the heavens
sun and moon,
& with living stars the voids festoon..! or perhaps this fame is all undue? a
fallacy a lie untrue! and many people do so expound, that this is so! from
what they've found:)
For they can and will explain, that the elements state it all so plain, and that from
these alone all life came forth, yet in my ignorance I’ll say, in a vacuum case
these things could stay.." and then times-plus they should be able to show
how life was formed the way they know..! and yet..! and yet..? I must confess..!& from
what I’ve seen I must digress, for some women & men,we have been told, with, scientific
apparatus have so to say struck gold.! they planned and wrought, schemed & thought
and brought forth life I do believe.." having thought about this quite a while.."
And though my instinct finds it vile; they’ve proved one point... to me past doubt..!
CREATION CREATION...! their deeds shout out..!
© Joe Maverick 23-10-2010
Copyright © Joe Maverick
surfing emerald waves,
gently cleanse vivid coral,
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Seventh Place Winner ~ "Tropical Treasures” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sweetheart of Poetry Soup’s Linda-Marie Bariana
July 16, 2010
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey
Took Turn or Found a Twist
After all of it was well over and done
Guess what!!! No one had ever won
We were never sure whether or not
Lost battles should have to be fought.
Before presenting case be prepared to pause
When whole thing looks like a lost cause
And the happy mediums have moved on
We will never know where they have gone.
Started staring at floor that had a groove
Hoped my meager situation would improve
No longer in the grove was I now in
So why should we have to fight over again.
How clear had the confusion been stated
Or to any other confusion was it related
And if fate took a turn or had found a twist
Into what branch of service should you enlist?
Did you know that confusion times confusion
Will end up equally to a mass of many confusions.
Isn't that what all it seems to amount to?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © James Horn
The warden’s bewildered, the watchman’s amazed
as the gate slowly opens a hole in the haze.
The steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones crazed
watching stars burn above us like pinwheels ablaze.
Though lanterns hang vacant in streets starring blind,
broken paths kindle riddles –
recalling the Sphinx ... I’ll not leave you behind
The lepers laugh, leaping from tombstones of steel
chasing rollaway caskets on luminous wheels.
Their shadows shake, frozen, in echoes confined,
twisted time melts at midnight –
take hold of my hand... I’ll not leave you behind
The ponies of plunder roam, riding on high
watching pilgrims on stallions cast stones from the sky
at the statues they’re stalking which pay them no mind.
But our broncos are bolting –
just cling to my cape... I’ll not leave you behind
The bandits are brazen, the leprechaun’s lurk
while imbibing dark brews of a hag’s handiwork.
They’re gulping from goblets that goblins designed,
sipping wisps of the wind –
Woman! Throw your wings wide... I’ll not leave you behind
The orphans and widows lean, bent in the breeze
while a horrified hangman nods, passing decrees.
The engines of mercy have come to a grind
for they’re facing the Furies –
just fade neath the night... I’ll not leave you behind
The tattered toy teddies and raggedy Anns
have escaped to the highways of kid caravans.
They’re shepherding shadows, know not what they’ll find.
Their parade’s fast departing –
adrift in your dreams... I’ll not leave you behind
Continued in Part 2
Copyright © Terry O'Leary
I sit so quiet at my window watching this little fly
It is also being watched by a spider oh so sly
The web is spun and now it is the patient game
In every walk of love and life, it is for us the same
The web of love and life is spun for every one
It makes our hearts so light or feeling like a ton
No hairy-legged spider is watching o’er this web
It is often a blue-eyed guy with curls on his head
At first, it is a smile and a short winking of the eye
This makes my legs so weak and a big hearty sigh
The web has no power yet draws the victim nearer
It is what makes falling in love evermore so dearer
So my blue-eyed spider as you wait there by your web
Is it me you want to snare or someone else instead?
The force of your stringy web is more than I can take
It is either a silky web or my heart that you will break
Well I’ve now lost site of the sly spider and the little fly
I do not see a hairy-legged monster looking oh so sly
My legs are weak and my heart is pounding very high
I’ll let be that blue-eyed spider if you let me be your fly
Copyright © Stanley Almendro
Twixt sky and Sea
Field, valley and tree
Whether tethered or free
Whatever sight we see
Never a glimpse we glean
Of what is and has been
Vast unknown & unseen
The space in between
7 July 2015
Copyright © Diana Dalton
As Adam and Eve walked through the garden
Their love grew and grew
They gathered berries for their supper
And leaves for a brew.
Later as they lay naked under the stars
Adam kissed Eve and gently stroked her thighs
They heard a sound, turned in fright
And saw a vision before their eyes.
'Stop, sin no more or go to Hell'
Spake the fanged head
But then it spoke no more
As with a stone Adam hit it till dead.
Adam turned to Eve with a smile
'We still have much to learn and see
But what I'd really like to know
Is what was in that tea?
Copyright © Ken Duddle
The Mojo Trick
Loch David Crane
Sweat-sticky and hot! The P. I. is not
a comfortable place to be;
but sit here and perspire (as though by the fire)
and I'll tell a tale to thee.
I was coming alive in a Philippine dive
after Mojo and San Miguels;
the raging fire in my stomach went higher
but my sea legs rode out the swells.
I began with a pitcher of Mojo that hit
a spot in my appetite;
and glass after glass I drank till the last
and soon was feeling just right.
Then a hostess sat down in a low-cut gown
and asked "I sit with you tonight?"
And I nodded OK in a nonchalant way
so she seated herself on my right.
Now the hostesses here are all drink San Miguel beer
And the same is served all around;
but it don't show much class to charge five times' a glass
when serving's the same size per round.
So you pay a dear price to drink beer over ice
which is how it is served in P.I.;
if you buy a girl beer when she says "I work here,"
then she knows you're a Big Spender guy.
So I looked at this girl and my mind began to whirl
and the Mojo played a trick.
Her face was so funny – a nose like a bunny –
I wouldn't let her flick my Bic!
I won’t call her ugly, but with that funny mug she'd
make customers run and hide;
you could send that girl in to a crowded room; then
watch as horrified man stepped outside.
So as I drank my beer with a grin ear to ear
I said "My name is Billy, I think."
She was hardly demure; she said "My name is La Tour.
I love you no lie. Buy me drink."
Well I should have said "no," and let the chick go
but I wasn't alone in the place;
and the thought of all night with this dog was a fright
though her body was nice – but that face!
I thought "just one more brew,” cause I'd only had two,
and I said that I'd buy her a drink.
Then she gave me a grin with her toothless brown chin
and my self image started to sink.
But because I was shy (I'm just that sort of guy)
I just couldn't tell her to leave;
so I stared at the band and I drummed with my hand
and I brushed off the lint from my sleeve.
Well the music was fine; but the bar girl's next line
was to say "Are you married, young man?"
And I saw my way out and lied with a pout –
told her I had a wife in Japan.
So she finished her beer, and was soon gone from here,
and I ordered two beers to celebrate;
I was lucky, I thought, not to get caught
between her and a magistrate.
For the Philippine girls wear long dresses and curls
and use perfume and makeup for baits;
for to marry a guy, seaman or G.I.,
means a free trip back to the States.
Then a man from the crew asked me "What's wrong with you?
Why did you let that girl go?"
And I told him her face was scare spots off an ace
but he looked back at me and said "No."
I called for "beer 12" and started to delve
into my pocket for money;
my friend said "I'll buy," and his cash didn't lie,
and "Mind if I sit with your honey?"
I said "you can do just what you want to do,"
and I said that I couldn’t look at her;
but he thought she was cute, had a nice bod to boot,
so I nodded to go ahead after.
But beer thirteen made my vision grow keen,
and I saw what a prize I had missed;
"I have drunk too much brew! She was beautiful, too."
as I saw him voluptuously kissed.
I thought "How could this be? She said she loved me! "
My hand shook; my ice cubes went clink.
I heard her say to him "My name is Tuptim.
I love you no lie. By me drink."
So I smiled. I was glad; I was no longer mad
'cause the Mojo had clouded my eyes;
I realized then she was after my friend,
and I hoped he was quick with his lies.
So it's "sailor beware!" In Olongopo there;
where the girls fish for guys in the bars;
and though I often roam, I always come home,
– single! Thanking my lucky stars.
– By the Phantom of the O2 level
(O1 and O2 are Officer’s and Civilians’ quarters on the USS Kitty Hawk; I taught English aboard several ships at sea, in the Program Afloat for College Education.)
Copyright © Loch David Crane
remedies are made from words
as tears, falling from frightful beings…
whisper broken syllables of outreach
bestowing a common awakening
in the eyes of the vulnerable
regurgitate past meals of rotten misery
despite of repetition, the fork is still in hand
breathless from the sour slime lingering in our esophagus.
many seek no more nourishment in our daily-felt sorrow
of the everyday, rather numb
to share realities.
dive deep within and voice with vim
the darkness you entreat daily
as the peppermint deliverance hastens
the remedy of contagious mind-made insanities;
continuously stocking and restocking effects
of misery as a mirage of emotional tendencies.
hypertensive reactions –
like the sensation of rushing vomit
imprisoned due to the suffocation
of truth, of speech, of expression
a drop of words rippling in the echo of many
as faint as snow drizzling on pavement
buzzing in and out like bees’ nest
the remedy for change
Copyright © Sami Al-khalili
“THE I WITHIN ME”
In your eyes I might not be right
But I know I’m not wrong
You said I’m not a part of you
But I know where I belong
You live with so much hate
But my love remain strong,
Stronger and stronger
I know I will be
The same soul you have in you
Is the same soul I have in me.
Everything in this Universe
Is for you as it’s for me
My dreams become Reality
Because I believe in me
The same I within you
Is the same I within me
One Love one aim
With the same destiny
A star of the Universe
And that’s how I will be
Because I know that my God
Lives inside of me
So if I am within you
And you are within me
Whatever in this world
That I cannot be
I may not walk on water
I may not Part the sea
I may not raise the dead
Or even cause the blind to see
I know I am powerful
A roaring lion I will be
I will never be a victim
Of this society
One thing I know for sure
And forever it will be
The same I within you
Is the same I within me
Copyright © Solomon Clarke