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you see your brother down
pick him off the ground
don't play around
help him or her stand
show god love
PAST GODS TEST
YOU WILL BE BLESS
do it all over this promise land
TAKE SOMEONES HANDS
A DROP OF TEA
Dawn lays down a carpet of light
Curtains of rain gather on the wind
Lift and swirl
On nature and day
As they make their way down
To hold the ground in place
Some drops fall after a time
Through an imposing hole in the ancient cabin
Formed by a meteor at some distant point in time
The structure receives them one by one
They fill a cup
Stationed atop a hot wood stove
A boiling point arrives
To serve the drops of day
In time for a good morning
And a spot of tea
Hot corn bread and cold beer are waiting
for a finger to clack the ultimate picture perfect;
it could be the best abstract painting
for that artist running out of ideas and simply fret,
but after a while inspiration bubbles
and emotion flows as he mumbles!
Were it a stylish gal posing on a beach blanket,
I would fondle her gently and capture her with my charm;
imagination can create a false image of an object
meaning something else, but it can be considered as a whim!
Another perception would be eating hot corn bread,
while we sip cold beer and bury our feet in the sand;
a true temptation to indulge ourselves and laugh!
And chatting and drinking, desires will burn her breath;
on impulse, she will get closer and lead me to lovemaking...
kissing her, I feel the urge on her trembling lips as they become obsessive!
Corn bread sweet as her mouth, satiate my craving by allowing all fantasies!
Cold beer, make me drunk and fulfill her need of woman moaning!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
If I ever begin to crumble or if I have somehow lost my way,
May my Father send me his strength to make it through the day.
If I ever think about giving up or giving in,
May my Father remind me not to worry, but instead to always rely on him.
If I ever start to believe the harsh words of people or fall victim to their games,
May my Father call me silly and tell me to just forget their names.
If I ever wander too far off the path that leads to the person I’m supposed to be,
May my Father grab my hand and shake me for being so easily lost at sea.
If I ever need someone to comfort me or soothe the aching of my heart,
May my Father set fire to the sorrows that have tried numerous times to tear his daughter apart.
If I ever get too stubborn or refuse to step up to responsibility,
May my Father lend me his motivation for just a day so I can learn from his nobility.
If there’s ever a day that I don’t give thanks or have become too greedy,
May my Father alter my thoughts to get rid of the idea that it’s okay to be so needy.
If somehow I forget the power of a Father’s love or need a reminder that I’m not alone,
May my Father send me comfort from the clouds while he rests upon his heavenly throne.
She looks at her child with so much care and so much love, and thinks, what a precious gift from god up above. She never thought she could ever love somebody this much, but all it took from that moment from birth was one single touch.
A gentle kiss on the head, a llttle kiss on the cheek. Never did she think this love could ever be this unique.
within the darkness of our minds
there lies a secret few of us find
the truth behind the lies
the hate behind our eyes
we are all asleep
but when we wake
we will understand why we couldn't wake up for the longest time
Unleash your g'RETH
At the hour eleventh
Flip me a coin to start the jingle
Your ball and chain to tinkle
To face the two
Poles on your tattoo
Shouts of jeers
Screams of cheers!
The gaze you hold is magnetic
The stare they hold, pathetic
Scoring is ingrained with the left
Goals caught like fish in their net
Grant them the Bale
To escape your jail
Before the striped number
Strikes again like a black mamba
Surrounded by soundless screams,
the wailing woman in white
as red as a crimson rose
freshly picked from a young garden.
Awaiting the chance to claim
the tears of a grim soul.
When all about you crumbles
and life becomes a chore,
when despair and desperation
leave you empty to the core.
When there is no point in living
and you wish that you were dead
there is no one that can wake you
from depression’s hopeless bed.
When every straw you grasp at
seems to snap off in your hand
and every step you’re taking
meets with ever shifting sand.
When you soul has sunk to levels
where it’s lost the will feel
it is hard to then distinguish
what is false and what is real.
To seek your resurrection
from this darkness into light
you must struggle for direction
as you rise towards the light.
At first it’s just a glimmer
like the hopefulness of dawn,
but as the sun gets brighter
it will help to keep you warm.
It’s a long and tedious journey
and it never has an end,
but becomes less of a burden
as you stem the downward trend.
Should sadness comes to haunt you
let life wash its waves away
immersing you with feelings
of new hope in every day.
When all about you crumbles
and life becomes a chore,
it takes courage, strength and effort
to make life worth living for.
But when risen from the ashes
like the Phoenix from the Flame
you can once again start breathing
and enjoy your life again.
Ivor G Davies
Elated at seventeen
by such a gift
That i had just seen
jones in black
Red blouse, split skirt
A singer gypsy queen,
Whose regal self esteem
made very clear
That feelings reign
And spirits gain
If to ourselves we’re true
Seem an actual gain,
Truth must out,
honor bravely shout,
Fight, to stand alone
Retreat to fight another day
As weakness betrays,
Others, please appease
I could not be that brave
I, fear, o’dear.
Hidden all away
As ‘’safety” routed my celtic breast
My soft desire at secret rest
I became a slave, afraid
To raise my head
Except at anger’s behest
And so i made my way
Like in the canvass of memories
that plays all fantastic images,
on my mind,
Death of denial breaks through.
The thread of my tattered quilt,
assaulting the unknown madness of worldly frames
and while in an unforgiving dose of reality
my devouring emotions and
its overwhelming appetite for justice
Caught my madness swoons for mercy
Loose curls sweep softly across her brow
Delicate arms form an arch
Obedient body does only what she will allow
Natural with ease, forward march
Figure spread thin, from end to end
Toes form a perfect point
Flexible limbs don't tremble or bend
Shape creates artistic joint
Each move is perfectly calculated
A slow, but beautiful dance
One slip, her efforts obliterated
Instead a perfect romance
I sat beside love and felt her hand;
Her passion put a barricade on my mouth.
I just couldn't come to tell her;
She became too demanding.
Love's silk smooth skin;
Her perfect imperfections.
Her cooking is phenomenal;
Before stale as stone.
Makes me wonder if she knows...
I found another Love.
Love, tugging back and forth;
Which do I choose...
My Mother always told me,
From her past experiences... Love is like oil...
It can be destroyed in seconds,
But can take a lifetime to recover
Without a whisper, without a hiss, you disappear,
Disappear in the mists. No shadows, no footprints,
Only slimy sticky lies, oozing out of dark from the slits…
Search begins within, deep inside in the corners of words,
Burning fears, raging soul, dusk of worlds
Shattering mind, throwing, blaming each quote,
Blaming each slithering drop, falling from the eyes
Cursing, shaming love, so naïve and so wise…
But felon love spoils it again,
Yet again throws a dime of faith for sake
And pity frail heart follows.
Follows the spark, the petite ray, of hope, of another chance
And another birth to a new mistake.
And another labyrinth or twisted tale.
Tale of trapped, thumping heart, passionate soul, poisoned mind,
Finds the place left behind, finds a way to run behind,
Till I hear you whisper again.
Whisper again in my ear the same songs and talks in vain,
Same old endless talks and dreams bygone,
And bygone silences since you left.
Dreams and Reality
I met her in the Book-Fair, three days the fair lasted
And she was spotted on all days, browsing and buying my books
Eyeing me without talking; I could read her mind in her looks
As the tip of her lip touched my book cover image. The posted
Message on the wall of my heart conveyed her dreams and fixed
Them across my mind. So, I took the first step and blasted her diffidence
With a gentle smile, getting a charming smile with a girlish confidence.
That’s it; with ignited throbs we spent days; she then asked, ”What next?”
“A Long Poem in the pipeline and a pulp fiction in printing,”
She seemed bewildered. And we finished the day without talking more.
The next day, she was more silent, and then asked in haste, “What more?”
“A Mock Epic for my taste and a Romantic fiction to make it trending.”
I talked about books and more books as she talked with her looks; mere looks!
And we parted there, like crooks; realizing- life is more than books and looks!
Embodiment of a sparrow
Deft hand became stifled
One man's life becomes a ripple
Gauntlet affixes a bridle
Proclaimed a idol
Fist clenching low
Archer's imbued bow
Body quivered like his arrows
Embodiment of a sparrow
Anthem for a obscured soul
Wind is a bitter blow
Gauntlet's icy hold
Prolonged the cold
Such that brought down an empire
Whistling tone of his arrows
Embodiment of sparrows
Our apple tree is exuberant tonight,
its white blossoms flare within emerald shades
of our big cottonwoods,
and the flashing red finch descends
busy among the bursting white flames,
when suddenly, by a small boy enraptured,
it poses as the guardian halcyon.
Love in April is like this,
measured in flashes
of red wings in trees
and scored in lines of
molten sunlight, pouring
through our knotty fence
into the silky darkness
of our star drenched night
EVERY TIME I SPEAK FRENCH
You get this dreamy glazed over
Look in your eyes then suddenly
You’re all up on me, kissing me
Passionately have to say darlin'
Breathe now before you pass out
Breath now breathes...
Sometime I forget it kicks your
Libido into over drive EVERY TIME,
EVERYTIME I SPEAK FRENCH, it stops
You dead in your tracks and I'm on
The kitchen table or on the floor either
Way I always end up flat on my back,
I have to say darlin; remember our
Company, darlin' we have company but
It doesn't make a difference to you, you
Just can't control yourself, no you just
Can’t help yourself EVERY TIME I SPEAK
FRENCH, it’s as if I've casted a spell on
You, I can't say I don't enjoy the wild, crazy
And kinky things you do but sometimes me
Forget just forget how much it really turns
You on, in public or at home EVERY TIME,
EVERY TIME I SPEAK FRENCH, EVERY TIME
I SPEAK FRENCH!
It's best not to feel
It's best not to love
It's best to be alone
It's best to be gone
No matter how much you try
No matter how much you cry
Eventually, you'll die
From too much pain inside
Tried to be happy
Tried to be positive
Yet people do not see
The efforts you give
It's best to be no one
It's best when you're done
Because people do not care
Because people are not aware
It's best to stay hidden
It's best to not show up
It's best if you lied
It's best to stop
"The book can only guide
But the knowledge is taught" I said
He proved me wrong
each time a story is told
b?'f?? wi? b?'g?n
l?ts r?'vju? ð? ?nd
?nd r??t ð? f?'n?t?ks ?n “IPA”
swi?p ð? pe?d? ?nd hi?d ð? sa?nd
m?n?f??? ?nd d?f???
k?ns?n?nt ?nd va??l
I wrestled with the phonetics
and suddenly know
He painted a reality
for the mind to see
"Never close the book
that holds the key" he said
Untangle the syntax
That hooks the phrase-
Subject and verb you must define
embellish the nouns with adjectives
The knowledge is taught
And the book will always guide
(Study Of Language, 2015)
Unfortunately, the system did not recognised the International Alphabet; therefore, it has come out a little confusing...but thats poetry!