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Written by: Isaiah Zerbst     Read Poems by Isaiah Zerbst

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A Beautiful Moment

A swan did sail so gracefully
Around a crystal lake
Such whiteness pure I ne'er did see
It almost could be fake

What peaceful calm, what portrait clear
'Tis heav'n on earth I see
If only I could linger here 
For all eternity

Written by: Deb Wilson     Read Poems by Deb Wilson

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As The Mind Wanders

What goes through your head when you can't sleep?
Some write poetry,some count sheep
I replay music I listened to
I wonder,what should I put in the stew?
I worry alot about paying the bills
I try to remember,did I take my pills?
I pray for everyone I know
I wonder will there be sunshine or snow?
I rehash the movie I just watched
I'm critical of the project I botched
I think about cleaning I should do
Line up my problems and think them through
I think of all my friends and family
Mostly though,my thoughts are rambly!

Written by: lillian waugh     Read Poems by lillian waugh

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Goodbye, My Pepe Taco

Ah, Pepe!   My Pepe-Taco !     My Little One!                                
so much more than just a dog …. 
how delightful, how clever, how handsome, how affectionate!
you really smiled, and really said “I love you”…..
to get my attention, you kidnapped my slipper and hid it under the bed;
you dropped the empty yogurt cup in front of my chair and looked at me, waiting;
you tugged gently at the hem of my skirt, wanting to share my potato chips;
you ate cheerios and milk off a spoon like a real person…
often i sat in the rocking chair and held you until my elbows went numb.
if you thought i was out of your sight for too long 
you barked in Pepe bark code “come back!  i miss you!”

last night you curled up next to me on the soft blue and white quilt 
close to my heart, 
and we went to sleep - 
                                 but you did not wake up……….
                                                                                                                        
my heart is still  listening for you... 
now there is a little circle of stones out in the yard
I planted seeds there that will be bright yellow and brown flowers
like the colors of the coat you left behind.

one day I will not wake up
the soft blue and white quilt long forgotten..
and somewhere, in that Other Place,
i will hear you barking
“come back! i miss you”!
calling me Home. 

Written by: Janet Vick     Read Poems by Janet Vick

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Grandma's Wishes

Grandma’s Wishes


Though Grandma was always wishin’,
this Christmas she made it come true.
Fixin’ a ride up on Blixen
and dressin ‘em both up in blue.

She wished for Dad to be happy
with a smile to fix up Mom’s fear,
and a tree…made up and snappy
with others in family near.

Jesus, she wished as our first thought,
as the Light we bring our this year,
to shine with the Love we’ve been taught.
Let Christmas, worldwide, be of Cheer.


Janet L Vick
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Written by: Vicky Tsiluma     Read Poems by Vicky Tsiluma

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Failed

Like a shadow without a voice
Like poison meant to shutter
You’d rather see me in tatters.

I, your ornamental pleasure by night
Unpaid servant by day.
Watching over your assets
Being a punching bag for your sorrows.

I, expected to stay mum in the decisions you make
And yet pay full circle for their outcome.
Burying myself to let your ego live on
Acquiring imbecility to let your vanity grow.
And I continue to mourn a loss your ‘enlightened’ self
cannot even begin to fathom.
As I wonder what went wrong in ‘Happily ever after.’

Written by: Lizzie Treetop     Read Poems by Lizzie Treetop

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The Wonder of It All

Oh, I so thank you all for this place in time
Where I can set down my old neglected rhyme
Across cities, mountains, countries and oceans
We reach out to each other with our heart felt emotions
Funny, sad, angry, happy, or just plain mystical
Or sweet caressing words of love, or prose most lyrical
Not pulling down but encouraging all words to bloom
To light up the sky and fill all our sometimes solitary room
Such colours of words and individual thought and voices
In a harmony of passion, Oh how my heart responds and rejoices 
In the wonder of it all, in this incredible poetry membership
How it unites us all in thrilling addictive lasting kinship.

Written by: Mandy Tams The Golden Girl     Read Poems by Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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My Pockets

A purse is a thing I have never had
I'm missing something now I know it, its bad.

This could be why my universe is strange,
And how the natural order can be rearranged.

I am a woman a mom and the wife of a good man, 
But its pockets I have and they hold all that they can.

Money a priority, photographs too.
There's even a skrewdriver, the handle is blue.

My keys are a must I can't go with out them,
Chewing gums and tissues, for all of my men.

Two sons and a husband follow me around,
They always know they can come to me for a pound.

Phone numbers and  rings and even a locket,
These are the things I keep in my pockets

To restore my universe you must now tell,
The secret to get me a purse as well.

The trouble I have to get it in my clutches
I can't carry it around, my hands use my crutches.

Written by: E.J. Smith     Read Poems by E.J. Smith

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Joe's Prayers

An uncluttered mind
Deviant to some, we say
Direct line to God.

Written by: Samual Ronthorpe     Read Poems by Samual Ronthorpe

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12 Painful Steps

12 Painful Steps



Twelve,
Painful,
Steps to take.
Day after day,
One day at a time.
Each small step brings you peace,
A feeling that had been lost.
This peace fuels you for the next step.
This journey will be extremely hard,
But you are strong, ready. Take that first step.


Written by: S.Ronthorpe
© 2012

Written by: Odin Roark     Read Poems by Odin Roark

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Elevator Man

Elevator Man 

A wrinkled hand
rotates Time's worn handle of half circles
giving arrest to past rides awakened

Up and down
listening
hearing
never forgetting

Watch your step

Ornate iron confinement
charming for youth
insulation for some
sentencing for others

Cables retch echoing secrets within
sliding metal dregs past elevated remembrances
among whispered conspiracies
softly spoken nothings
muffled weeping
all preambles shadowed
in corners of illusive passage

Momentary respite
gradually gives way to silent whimpers of fear
as passengers await floor-stops
fortune
reward
love
penthouse dreams

Elevator man's eyes rise

Arcing brass arrow above
waves Wisdom's index finger
past invisible floor thirteen
allowing today's filigree of delusions to remain patient...

for the moment

Written by: Albert Price     Read Poems by Albert Price

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THE HAND, A Mechanical Genius

To God I am thankful for many gifts;
But none more than a creative mind,
And the hands which are the finest tool,
With abilities to create that I easily can find.

As a child I first learned to cherish
My God-given opposable thumb,
Knowing how versatile a device
It is for whacking a fortuitous homerun.

And stubby fingers were early to meet,
And with artistic freedom employ,
All the many vividly colored crayons
To make graphic forms and scenes to enjoy.

And off running into the world of nature,
My hands kept quite busy in work and play.
Without them I found that I couldn’t climb
Nor protect myself in the occasional fray.

My hands loved to tighten and repair my bike,
Seeming to be a mechanic of special training,
Taught by a higher intelligence unknown
For handling every task without complaining.

With maturity the hand becomes more adept,
A magical marvel for all creation to behold.
And in God’s world of many forms to grasp,
It becomes an unique gift worth more than gold.

Then you find there’s nothing your hands can’t do,
‘Cause God has made them in His special way,
With the same loving care you make toys for a child,
Who might find nothing any better for hours of play.

We need to show God that we feel very blessed,
That He was the architect of this precious treasure;
So that we may join with Him in majestic fashion,
Giving the world with fervent impact endless pleasure.
 

Written by: Abdulhafeez Oyewole     Read Poems by Abdulhafeez Oyewole

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A Bid For Change

We wish to make a wish,
And our wish for now is change,
Our sons and daughters are dying,
Our kith and kin are suffering,
Including our awaiting rain
That is about to fall.

In the womb of her mother
You can hear her call,
A call which is for us all
Not only have midwives fathomed it
We amateurs can as well see through
As she will not stop until her victory is sustained.

Since hands still exist
And the tongue never gets sick
They are to work for a purpose
Assigned to them by divine nature

If to the manifold to be beheld,
We will not be sick to make a move;
If to a level of meeting our end
We will win,
We wouldn't hesitate
To take a bold step

For we are Nigerian future leaders
And want nothing but a better Nigeria.
We only have a unique manifesto,
It is a bid of change for a better Nigeria.

Written by: Heather Ober     Read Poems by Heather Ober

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Grandpa's Study

The room is still,
Quiet but for wind and rain
Making music on the windows.
Empty but for endless shelves
Of leather-bound volumes -
The first editions you loved so much.
The desk is weathered, coated
In a film of dust.
The chair is old and worn,
Tucked in just where you left it.
I can almost hear it creak
Under your weight,
Hear you whistle in that absent way.
I can almost see you there,
Hunched over creased pages,
Reading Keats or Blake.
I can almost smell that familiar scent
Of fresh soap and musty books,
Of spices and cigar smoke.

Written by: SCRIBE ML     Read Poems by SCRIBE ML

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WATER THICKER THAN BLOOD

This
morning
blind is wish'd!
Beauty I thought seen,
projects distortion.
Man, child, and funny cigs,
and friend who offers hand help.
Ash from that blunt contains abuse.
Hey young blood, consider me a friend.
Water thicker than blood from where I stand!
                
                The Scribe
                Marlon Linton

Written by: Gwen Benita Mason Gibbs     Read Poems by Gwen Benita Mason Gibbs

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MAGICAL WAYS

The way you do the things you do
The words you say that sound so true
You make me feel so alive
You brighten up a dark room when you come inside
It must be your MAGICAL WAYS.

You're the life of the party, you fill everyone with joy
You're so playful sometimes you remind me of a little boy
You're the happiest person I know, that's why I love you so
You make me smile for days, It must be your MAGICAL WAYS.

I can't figure out how you do it every day of your life,
the world of today is in such distress but yet and still
you are never depressed, you stand strong and tall with
a smile that shines on all, you bring us love from your heart
and as I said from the start, It must be your
MAGICAL WAYS. 

Written by: Ralph Mason     Read Poems by Ralph Mason

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Fly

fiddle foe fiddle fun
sleeping boy sleeping sun
catching fly catching none