TURNING TO LOVER
*COLD AS ICE*
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for: ABC contest
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A
Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1
Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees
Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties
Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios
Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires
Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement
Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties
Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities
Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps
Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts
Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers
Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs
Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies
Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules
Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams
Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages
Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions
Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients
Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions
Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets
Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets
Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias
Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions
White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds
XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms
Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds
Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones
Copyright © Dave Collins
Am from the backseats of mean streets
I got my eye aiming the Wall Street
They said education is the key
I wonder why they made it expensive for we,
Am sitting around hood rats,
Gangsters and Ex- prisoners
Sniffing, snatching, stuffing stuff
Mama expects a lawyer, a doctor, a mayor,
We are in the middle of a crisis
Am the original copy of a son-of-a-gun
I define the odds
I believe to break a law,
Is to make a road
You go east or west,
Home is still the best
But with a bullet in your chest
Don’t mess with these streets
They will give you a free ride to hell
Pot and crack do rounds all over,
It’s a mess,
I am needed, you are needed,
We are needy
We are in a man eat man generation
You either survive or succumb
There’s a billion ways to die,
It’s time for a change,
Change of perspectives,
Change of attitude,
Change of behavior
Let’s get out of our comfort zone,
Coz that’s what’s drowning us,
We need a change
Change for the better
It’s revolution time!!
Copyright © adam abdul
You must follow
One who knows!
The chief end of life!
Where does it lie?
In the now!
In what does it lie?
That, may be a lie?
Copyright © oliver Okoli
My country is my heart.
The land is my body.
People came with sharp machines.
Maiming my limbs,
Dismembering my insides.
My soul is forced out of my body.
My blood turns rancid, poisonous.
They gouge deep wounds over my body.
My tears are as rain.
I want to protect me.
I feel too weak.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t move.
I, so powerless under Chinese violation.
I am in excruciating pain.
Can you hear my cry?
Copyright © yangchen Tso
Glimpses of epiphany
Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.
And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee
A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene
20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.
For the Glimpses of epiphany epiphany contest
Copyright © Peter Duggan
There was a girl who lived a secret life,
they said she only came out at night.
Gone in the day, so no one would see her face,
but she had no reason to be ashamed.
They called her the angel of the night,
beautiful face covered with moon light.
A young girl, so shy,
would be gone as soon as it got bright.
As soon as it grew silent,
as darkness fell,
this girl would come out,
everyone staring as if they were under a spell.
There she goes walking up the street,
everyone watching like its something they've never seen.
though people did wonder if it was just a dream,
they still looked out there window to see the same thing.
They called her the angel of the night beauty lit up by moon light.
Copyright © Rachael C
That night, knowing she loves butterflies;
He promised her a visit in fairy disguise,
In doubt that he might, she bought,
Knowing he adores, a sample boat;
Yet she never believed in his fairytale
In the morning, she caught a rare butterfly,
And pinned it onto the white plastic sail,
Then she began to cry, annoyed by his lie.
Copyright © jamal Abboud
The moonlight brightens up the night
With all its strength and all its might
Nights so dark but moon so bright
It glows upon my house just right
When it's at its peak of height
That's when it is at its purest white
It is such a gorgeous sight
A sight to see
Just for me
Always got me wondering
I wonder about outer space
And how its such a beautiful place
Has so much history
Yet still a mystery
So much to explore
I want to learn more and more
Want to get down to it's core
I think about this at four
Four a.m. and I see the moon
As shines upon my house
And cast light throughout the world
Copyright © Alyssa Marie
Allah, Brahma, Christ, Dionysus, Each Favorite God Has Inspirational Jazz Keeps Love Manageable. Nature Offers Presence Quite Remarkably Solid Teaching Undeniable Virtue Waxing X-ray's Yonder Zygotes.
Copyright © Nancy Jones
Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious
Copyright © Ediruma Edward Eric
Even if the oceans become dry ...
And all the fish fly so high ...
Even if the wolves and the sheep ...
Together,eat,play then sleep .....
Even if the peace oneday can ...
Exist between satan and man ...
Even if the Christ returns to earth ...
Brings love and stops the death ...
Even if all these miracles or any ...
Nothing can change the man's destiny...
Copyright © Kadi Amine
To watch the disk of life, illuminate
give birth to colors, hold dear
it speaks to my spirit, my implicate innate
there is nothing in this world to fear
each living tree three hundred year
each year all the more to contemplate
for we are kept alive by this warmth so clear
returning forever, every year a new slate
it does not judge, it bathes you in light.
But while I enjoy summer, others will fight.
Copyright © Lance Lawlor
Their trying to tell you something,
It’s being shown on the screen,
It’s being told in music, ding ding,
But you were indoctrinated by thirteen.
Mtv shows you Masonic ritual,
Flashing symbols in your third eye,
Leave you in crisis, needing spiritual hospital,
You’ve had an overdose of an intoxicating lie!
It’s time to break the spell, turn off the T.V.
With all its degrading, intoxicated role models,
How anyone finds this acceptable for children, spent on me,
Maybe this is why society is fuelled by self gratifying morals.
Copyright © Lance Lawlor
I really do see Marilyn as a person who is a legend in her own time
She is beauty and glamore and that isn't a crime,
There was a lot of jealousy that surrounded her
But, most of the time it was all such a blurr,
Her life became much like a bad dream
Never knowing when or where she just might scream,
Marilyn to me was such a mystery
She never realized that she would make history,
Only she herself knows what is true and false
At 36 years of age she was gone and it was such a loss,
I hope she is happy where ever she may be
She was always so fragile that we just didn't see.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2014
Copyright © Michelle Born
Beguiled, there my person stood,
I would flee, if only I could.
This acid rain that beats my roof
Has made good reason stand aloof.
The mind was made, I dared not crack
From that point on, no looking back.
Pitch black, I knew not where I was,
Eyes bound, I heard each beating pulse.
Then he spoke, ‘untie your eyes,
See how your fortunes touch the skies!’
His was the scariest face I’d seen,
Sure to scare the bravest being.
His fiendish looks, his hairy skin,
Prepared me for his rotten grin.
Though he reeked of muck, mire, decay,
My thirst for gold had taken sway.
He sniggered like a tortured soul
Born of woes from days of old.
He had with him a big black Crow
That seemed to know about the show.
I paid no mind, my mind was hooked
It didn’t occur I should be spooked.
My mind was deep in tales of gold,
I failed to note the rules he told.
How I would that I had listened
For now his gold no longer glistens.
The words he spoke I did not hear,
But he’s had more than his fair share.
I’ve been hoodwinked, of that I’m sure
By charms and spells, no doubt obscure.
They’ve taken all, I have naught left
My bleeding heart in two they’ve cleft.
My little ones, her loving voice,
Have seen the dust, they had no choice.
Now in my head, his voice sings;
‘Three black coffins and two gold rings’.
Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah
I saw my dream fly away like a bird that escaped my body.
It is dificult to touch something that can fly like a bird because dreams are born to
live free in the mind, as the birds to the skies.
You can see the dreams, but from the moment that you try to touch them they
disappear...just as the water disappears in the desert if you go close.
Don't try to taste the apple of paradise.
See it but don't touch it.
Because the dreams keep all the secrets and the magic of our lost paradise.
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
Copyright © Constantinos Grigoriadis
Starving cats shriek to a full, hopeless moon
The thick air drips with decay and rank ruin
Feral dogs scream, adding pain to the chorus
Extending an invite to those gone before us
Fred Astaire and Miss Rogers they clearly are not
As they stumble and scrabble up through Hadean rot
Their eyes wormy sockets, foul-toothed, dangling jaws
Macabre click-click-clicking sounds a hellish applause
Dry bones clack-clacking, grotesque, face to face,
Partner holds partner in hideous embrace
These skeletal dancers reek a rancid perfume
Unsure and undead, their lives re-resume
Their clattering waltz is relentless and jerky
As they dance to hell’s music, unrhythmic and murky
The conductor’s malevolent, ghoulish, reviled
His empty eyes glitter, black flames burning wild
Clarinets scrape the nighttime with fractals of silence
As violins offer melodies of mayhem and violence
Percussion and horns build a battlefield wall
‘Til there is no escape from the dead dancers’ ball
Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson
You love adventure and love to catch
a wildest being with your bare hands.
Amidst in a dangerous path
you are armored with a brave solid heart.
Chasing something you could be proud of
is an unmeasurable pride you could ever have.
Your spirit is boiling with courage
it is flaming upon your soul to take.
Born to haunt yet fated to be in the dark,
you are a silent hunter
wearing a mysterious mask...
Copyright © Evangeline Demate
The human eye can see, 7 miles into the horizon.
All it will ever be, is full of mysteries and silence.
But I see much more, my eyes have a gift.
I see whats in store, what the horizon has within.
But to what surprise, did it really unfold?
What did it hide, that already wasnt told?
These "mysteries" only tell, what we dont except to be true.
Mankind has failed, in what we born to do.
I know all is lost, people are so blind.
Giving no thought, to the secrets they may find.
Im only a victom, we're all victoms in chains.
Pawns of this system, that snatch our right away.
I thought my will was strong, I thought I could prevail.
But I was wrong, needless to say I failed.
The horizon is harsh, the only entity that slays lies.
My mind is ripped apart, but theres now truth in my eyes.
Copyright © Charles Jefferson
WHO WERE THE PILGRIMS ?
Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.
Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.
“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.
They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .
THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
The Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.
Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.
They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.
Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.
It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.
From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.
The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.
It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.
Copyright © Tom Zart
Mystery of mind
Mystery of mind
No one can find
King or beggar has same kind
Why doesn’t it remind
Sometime it emerges
But sometime it emerges
Nothing to find
Mystery of mind
Of how many kinds
God creates same kind
Being possess different mind
Some become beggars
Who lose their mind
Some become bigger
Who cast their mind
Mind is every where
Indians have mind
Americans have same kind
They reach fine to thrive
We struggle to exist
Someone took into task
Due to his loose mind
Someone earn praise
Due to his use of mind.
By Mr. P. Ingole, PGT (Eng)
Copyright © PANNALAL INGOLE
Last night I dreamt of her again,
And then unearthed a hidden pain.
I smelled the scent of her perfume
And felt her aura take the room.
With every step she lit the hall
Upon her sight a King would fall.
The likes of her you’d never find,
Which makes me doubt if she’s mankind.
Her luscious lips, enchanted vines
To get a taste the heart inclines.
Those charming eyes, Medusa’s look,
Will stone the brave from book to book.
I stretched my hand to steal a feel
Of silky skin, she’s so surreal.
But like the wind without my grasp,
She whirled on, escaping my clasp,
Leaving my heart sad and forlorn,
Just as she’s so often done.
Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah
No words ever spoken
Scared the relationship will be broken
Their relationship with their love
Their relationship with their desired one
Deep down every ones seeking fun
Feelings arise as time goes by
Before you know it you catch each others eye
Playing it cool around the crew
Wishing you were alone just for a few
So many unspoken feelings in the air
Thinking life can be so unfair
Now finally you're both alone
And your both fully in the zone
Get so close you're lips almost touch
Something about tonight feels so right
You act on it quick and make the first move
Everything around you is a blur, yet
So many thoughts flowing through your head
If your man walks in you'll both be dead
Feels so right yet feels so wrong
Wishing this kiss would last very long
Don't want to be the first to pull away
Oh boy this made my day
Don't know when we'll have this opportunity again
Wishing he wasn't just my friend
A little spark turned into a flame
The feelings we have are the same
Everyone wants what they can't have
Your man can give you the world
But your desire for something new
Is the selfish coming out in you
Nothing is ever good enough
No one is ever satisfied
But this is reality...
Is anyone faithful or do they put on an act
Thats what they do as a matter of fact
Some till the end
Others get caught and then they fought
To start all over might be a blessing
Personally for me it was refreshing
Copyright © Alyssa Marie
I WALKED IN CLASS
LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL IN A MASK
WHO WAS AFRIAD TO BE UNMASKED
IVE BEEN BULLIED TO MANY TIMES
TO LET YOU THINK THAT THIS IS JUST A SILLY RHYME
BULLINGIS ONE THING BUT RESPECT IS ANOTHER
RESPECT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN TAKE FROM ONE ANOTHER
Copyright © monica bradley
if i had a dime for the same word i heard everyday
ID be able to pay my way
make me a place to call mines and stay
life would a living award
nothing would ever be hard
id have no regards
if i had a dime for every time i heard
id have enough to make me fly like a bird
enough to make me my own little words
and the best dinner ever served
Copyright © monica bradley
have you ever loved someone
so much you forget what they've done,
have you ever tried to sleep at night
but you hope and pray everything is alight,
have you ever found your one true love
the one they say is from above ,
have you ever been turn apart
have you ever been hurt in the heart ,
have you ever been hurt so much
that because of them you are scared to touch,
have you ever tried to talk
but your heart says to walk ,
have you ever not known what to do
or know what is best for you,
have you ever tried to walk away
but heat says to stay,
this is how you will feel
if you don'know your love is real,
Copyright © holly davis
A beautiful creature develops envies for going home irresponsibly, joining killer leader mortals not opposing perfection, questioning resurrections surrounding the unified valiant women xalting youthful Zen.
Copyright © Amber Chafer
the sound of
the day of
with all in
the gift of
as the pace
then the cry
of joy sets
of the day,
to lay her
tells of his
at the sight
of her child,
rise to her
Copyright © Ojie Utomi
the time of us is ending
i can feel it in your kiss
we have loved each other for so long
to have it ending just like this
i cant believe after all these years
your love for me is gone
i feel it in my heart
as i wait for you to go
and i know i will survive
and i still love you so
you came back from your country
as you have the last few years
but each time that you come back
you never are the same
it,s your love for me you lack
and i dont know who,s to blame
but dont worry i,ll be strong
like i always have been
but you cntinue to lie to me
and you feel guilty
because your wrong
it wont take long
for me to get back up and fight
it was you who did us wrong
i,ll be the one who sleeps at night
Copyright © debbie hernandez