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TO LOVE YOUR COUNTRY

To love your country,
you must commit yourself indefinetly;
there are no doubts, or fears
when it comes to defend it fervently..
do it for the sake of  your family,
or your countrymen who wish for peace!

They will send you to distant lands,
away from your loved ones...
to uphold freedom and its sanctity,
and you'll shine with bravery!

Anytime peace is threatened,
you'll retaliate and engage in combat,
true soldiers always fight with self-confidence,
never retreat in any circumstance!

There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair,
and nights to shed tears on cold pillows;
no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace,
but  surrendering distorts your honor! 

As the mission comes to its end suddenly,
and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory,
although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones:
you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies!

To love your country,
you must avail yourself of dignity
and protect its borders vigilantly;
be aware of its tremendous cost:
risk your own life,or allow
the enemy to toast!  


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Dawson

No pagan crown of fossil lairs
Of him I write no verse nor song
T’is not a soup to stir nor share
When lending strength, to something wrong.

Seconds cloned from darkest matter
Mutated minutes dredged by fear
Mind confusion as reason shatters
Innocents lanced by emotion's spears.

Flowers edge the steps and fences
Prayers are uttered near a shrine
Notes of love, as grief commences 
A vigil wrought by hearts sublime.

Picking up the scattered pieces
Light must shine to crack the dawn
Support can smooth the furrowed creases
Only hope can make their spirits strong.


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Tropical Obsession

I've got a tropical obsession
I think I'm losing my mind
I want to see my work day done
Go out and have some fun
And leave the city life behind.

I love the roar of the ocean
The smell of tanning lotion
A secluded beach somewhere
There are coconuts in the trees
With a warm and gentle breeze
And a flower in your hair.

I've got a tropical obsession
It's driving me up a wall
I want the palm trees and the shore
Blue skies and so much more
Oh God! I want it all

There's an island in the sea
I can hear it calling me
Saying come on home today
I'll bring my old beach chair
Plant it in the sand somewhere
And that's where I'm going to stay

I've got a tropical obsession
And I just can't set it free
On an island remote
In a little fishing boat
Is where I want to be.


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COLD TOMBSTONE

I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?

This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines 
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?

I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried, 
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...



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MY WISHES ARE SMALL IN SIZE

Snowflakes don't make me forget 
the lovely places where we lay...
everything that's being covered by
the cold and fluffy snow;
there are many precious things that
won't ever be buried below!

My wishes are small in size,
but big in their meaning...
like the eternal images
of a past Christmas' memory:
laughing and caroling...while 
strolling down the festive streets
of a city that never stops to greet:
the stranger,the dreamer and the seeker!
My wishes are small in size...
that even imagination can't summarize!

Folks are so busy going to 
and from...rushing through the drifting snow,
making sure everyone is on their list;
we are in a different kind of spirit...
the one that lasts through
this merry and thoughtful season of awe:
making wishes that have
true delights and more!  
 

My wishes are small in size,
but big in their meaning;
as the snow slowly falls, I fantasize...
a Christmas' dream is beginning!


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Starlit night

Starlit Night.

Way up there in the great North West
In a place called Exmouth town
I’m lying on a sandy beach
With sea so vast and grand,
And I’m waiting for the turtles
To beach and lay their eggs,
As the evening’s soft and balmy
And the sand’s a snug warm bed.

No turtles came ashore that night,
Cause folk were everywhere.
With too much foolish people noise,
Oh, so much din was there.
No turtle would be that insane,
It was like a circus show.
So me well I just settled down,
And went me with the flow.

I lay there looking at the skies,
And as the day went dim,
I saw the stars a gleam like jewels,
As me, I dived within.
And Venus glowing like a lamp
Reflected from the ocean.
Aphrodite did shine through her,
I could feel me loves devotion.

And Orion was above my head,
Three stars there in a row.
And above them was that greyish haze,
It was like a milky glow.
And that milky- way poured into me,
As I felt such mystery.
And in that mystic space so vast
I glimpsed me ecstasy.

Two hours passed, my mind was stoned ,
By the beauty of the night.
As the star of love shone so intense,
With no moon there in sight,
And I thanked the all so tenderly,
For the bliss I gained within.
I never saw no turtles there,
But I cleansed my mind of din.

2003


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A Cold Winter's Night

On A cold winter's night, I look out from the comfort of my chair,

Thankful not to be out in that cold winter's air.....

As I hear the wind pounding, this I know,

I'm thankful I'm not out in all that snow.....

I take one more look, and now I think maybe,

I'll crawl into bed, and curl up with my baby!


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BESIDE EVERY GREAT WARRIOR OF OLD

Men were given total dominion
over all living things, and when
they subdued their enemy:
they were granted immortality!

Beside every great warrior of old, 
there was a strong woman of humility,
who gave him a victorious  sword;
and helped him change the course of history! 

Emperess Theodora was one of them to show adversity;
when Noka's revolt broke out:  she decided to stay,
while her hushand, Justinian, fled the city;
what an admirable act of feminity!

Beside every great warrior of old,
there seems to be a look of invincibility,
a defying moment to obtain glory;
and the cost for a golden crown is well-known!

Be the warrior of modern times, treatened by fear and fragility, 
seek out the man you were destined to be;
trust that woman who posseses internal beauty,
and beside this warrior, her courage will guide you with dignity!


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Termite country

Termite Country

We’re heading north to Exmouth,
Carnarvon we’ve just passed.
We be driving up a serpent road,
As the country seems so vast.
It’s hot outside, but in this van,
The air cons on and all,
As all along the road we pass,
Little goats, so beautiful….

And everywhere, most endlessly,
There’s a billion termite mounds.
Like baked brown little mountains,
They’re everywhere around.
We stopped near one, I marveled,
That a tiny beast, and blind!
Could build these blessed monuments,
It nearly blew my mind.

I took me then some photographs
Of these engineering feats,
As I let the awe and wonder,
Into my dull mind seep.
In such a vast, still country,
In the silence of the way,
Those mounds stood out so powerful,
In the heat of a sunburned day.

2003


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A VISIT TO THE NURSING HOME

We took her to the nursing home
to visit family,
She happily skipped down its halls
beside the elderly.

Withered hands reached for curls,
Old eyes filled with duress,
Some followed her in patched wheelchairs
and praised her pretty dress.

Those darling giggles brought them near
as she played silly games,
And several ladies called her closer,
each using different names.

A wheezing man gave her biscuits
then pleaded that she pray
so she clasped her hands for him
in her angelic way.

She proudly danced for worn nurses,
Then sang her A, B, C’s,
And drummed out the barking curses
of stale senility.

Oh, my girl treated them like pets
Who had just too far roamed,
And sweetly asked with guileless eyes,
“Why can’t I take one home?”



*For Joann Grisetti's Copy Cat Contest

*This poem is a tribute to Edna St Vincent Millay's A Visit to the Asylum, done in a similar form (ballad), though Edna's syllable count is looser. This is based on our weekly visits with my father-in-law. We take my daughter and she brings such joy to the place, yet my blood freezes as I'm never sure who will say what to her, and erratic strangers are contantly trying to pull her into their laps, steal hugs and kisses. It is both beautiful and disturbing and I've been wanting to write about this for several months. I had seen the similiarity between Edna's poem and my daughter's experiences. Glad to put this to paper in this way. Thanks, Joann.


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Holy order of the Devil

Holy order of the Devil

It was a long, long journey
To find that quadrivial
We had to trek across the mountains
Though it was beautiful
The danger it was ever near
Those priests with all their din
Had made this place an evil lair
A reservoir of sin

We came to where the meeting was
All the priest were Gathered there
One read a pericope out loud
The atmosphere so rare
His ligures shone like a thousand stars
From the breastplates that he wore
The words he spoke with intensity
Touched each priest to the core.

Oh it was unbelievable
That high priest had such power
That night it felt so mystical
Yet nothing it did flower
Because the Devil pulled the strings
And the high priest was his tool
And everywhere the Devil went
His world was always cruel.

15 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.








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Africa

AFRICA
 Africa! A land flowing with milk and honey.
Devoured by greed and the love for money
Where corruption thrives and war is a common place
Where will Africa show her true real face?                                          

Africa! The Land of lions and zebras
Where men are hunted down like fishes in rivers
Arise Africa! For your children are suffering
Cursed with a black skin 
Does this means I am nothing?
Africa today is like Africa yesterday
Good men like Nkrumah were never allowed to stay

Africa! I shed tears of blood for your children
A thousand years from now 
And they still know not their brethren

Africa! A land blessed with so many cultures
Where children are labeled witches
Killed
And eaten by vultures
Africa! When will you move at a faster pace?
So that you can take us all to that promised place

Africa! The home of voodoo and magic
Where technology is forgotten
Because nobody wants it
Africa! A land abandoned by youths and scholars
Where farmers leave their hoes in search of collars
Africa! A land of so many opportunities
With fertile soil and rock but still limited possibilities

Africa! A land filled with gold and oil
Where we languish in poverty 
Because we do not benefit from the soil

Africa! Where money is stolen from the people by the leaders
Where sadness is read in the newspapers by readers
Black ogres feeding fat on flesh and blood
Human beings desecrated without fear of God
When will Africa show her true real face?
And lift the curse of Ham on the entire black race

Africa! A land that tries to copy democracy 
But the only thing that is done is outright hypocrisy
Africa! the key to your redemption is not only violence
But we must bring the evil doers to their knees
Before we sentence them to silence
Bang! Bang! Bang! Machine gun fire none stop 
Come on Africa I shall lift your spirit up

Africa! One day the messiah will come 
He will rid us off these thieves and the very scum
Then your glory will shine like a big red sun
That is when I say Africa our work is done

By
Olusegun Akanbi


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The forest of grief

The forest of grief:

At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window.

Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. 

“What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?”

No vegetation, growth, or life exist.
Only the suffering from distant pasts.
Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants.

“Do they know death?
Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries?

I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.”

There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.


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SHIPWRECKED for white contest et al

SHIPWRECK  SURVIVOR

He was lost in white surprise
Of drugs and doctors quips
His mind was filled with flapping sails
Of white that guide the ships
To dance among the white capped rocks
In North white nights of June
Bring in the catch to catch the maid
Who’d be his wife so soon.

Wild hair so white it shamed the sheet
That soft caressed the grass
The grass-plagued daisies held her there
As clouds triumphant passed
In columns white the bossy clouds
Marched brisk across the sky
But none of them could match the spark
Of whiteness in her eye.

And then his shocked brain shifted
Jigged timed across his life
How many white nights had escaped?
The maid now was his wife!
Saw breasts so white that milk they gave
Seemed paltry in contrast--
To feed the babe that snuggled there--
The fruit of love surpassed.

Then shipwreck banged into his head
The white-flashed lightning zing--
He tested feet and moved his legs
Seemed he’d  survived this fling
Of nature’s whims again he’d live
 to tell the lusty tale
of how north winds had jumped from waves
to grab their ship's main sail.
Before the White Christ
Had emerged from his Semitic genes
The sailors would have cried for Thor 
To ease his hammerings.

Sailors lost were prices paid
To live in northern shores.
And, lost at sea was ever feared
By them, and wives adored.

He’d play a trick, they’d think him dead--
Would make a crafty tale!
By his hearth and in his bed
would sound a mourning wail.
His house would be a feast of black
Mad weeping would impress--
Then his imagination called her tears
He vowed each tear to bless

He smirked to think of their surprise
When he stalked through the door--

       An unsuccessful leap from bed—
                       He’d rest a little more.

And being man-- he pondered sex
And pleasures it would bring
There was no sizzling passion like                            
His lover’s offering.

Needle rudely poked-
Morphia drew him in
To dream the dreams of healing arms
       delightful prickles of his skin
       He found her far beyond his pain--Oh,  that smile that could disarm!
       In dreams , with wife, in languid bliss
         created white hot charm.
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PRE WHIT E STORIC

Winter wild of flurries
In ancient minds
Was a shelter
  From white fear

Wolves roved
  Stayed in packs
   Howled their presence
   Hating snow

Bears slept
 Hidden away
 Violence and terror
  Only a summer dream

White drifts
  Blazing blizzards
  Wrapped safety   
   Around fragile human life.


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O MYSTERIOUS SEA...

O mysterious sea...as light
as the eyes of my faithful sweet-heart,
inspire the distant soul
of this poet in distraught...
whose poem is still unfinished;
give him the rhythm and flow
to embellish his heart-felt verse
with sentiment and thoughtfulness!

Beyond the rolling waves,
ships carry secret lovers
who deride and defy their fate 
and set their souls on fire...
without feeling a need in dire,
or admitting an awful mistake!

O mysterious sea...
take their ship away
to a shore where nobody will see,
and let their fornication be 
as crude as the awakening
of everyone who's not afraid of indulging;   
I will take no part or joy
in their pleasure so openly and willingly! 

Could I forget that she ever existed, or
ever loved me with trust and sweetness?
Wouldn't it be unforgivable and wrong...
to waste what was blessed by holiness?
In this era of unfaithfulness,
many choose to do harm to someone else...
thinking only of self-gratification,
breaking the vows of dedication!

O mysterious sea as deep as the love
of my changeless woman,
who contemplates every sunset and dawn
with the purity of a dove:
let no beautiful eyes deceive me,
and sadly erase the innocence of her memory!



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Ballad

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away— I met the person whom I shall love. It was summer season—in the month of May, when I found my dearest dove— my life; my beloved; my prized; my cherished with no name. In that land far, far away, surrounded by the seas, by the name of Puerto Prinsesa, we tasted the sweet scent of its breeze— I and my cherished with no name— as little seraphs of heaven sang in bliss. Stealing glances, that’s all we had in that land far, far away; and also in stealing glances, our tale has ended, as we witnessed ourselves falling away. The sun never rises without bringing me trances of my cherished with no name; the wind always whistles but I never had the chance to hear the voice of my cherished with no name; and so, my heart desires of revisiting our land far, far away— to bring me back to the scenes, to bring me back to my once upon a time that my yearning heart once has seen.
Author's Note: Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee


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The Great Fish Maui Snared

Unto the north country basalt isle
 A great fish Maui snared:
And his brothers half-crazed behaving
 Leapt and gouged in frenzy craving.
From Palliser Bay to Cape Reinga
 (Departing place of the spirits),
From Egmont in the west to Mt Hikurangi
 Where dawn's light is first to see

Home where the far north narrows
 To the thousand year Kauri:
When whalers from her tall trunks vast
 Made well the finest spar and mast.
In those giant limbed canopied pillars
 Echo the sounds of the ages:
From coast to coast a native bounty each,
 Doubtless Bay to Ninety Mile Beach

The shallow Hokianga Harbour mouth
 Of coves and tawny sandhills:
Where navigators of old voyaged erstwhile,
 Hauraki Gulf and Great Barrier Isle.
Beech forests whisked by desert winds,
 Wilderness and eeling swamps:
The volcanic pumice flats that dormant lie
 And rocky molten fountains in the sky

Frontier home to pioneer settlements
 And Maori pa palisade posts:
Where the Coromandel twists and bends
 Channels long the Firth of Thames.
Down the foamy rapids of Huka Falls,
 A maelstrom of turquoise green:
By the smouldering cliffs at their sheerest,
 A thermal wonderland silica terrace

On yon trail where the mighty trio rise...
 Ruapehu, Tongariro, Ngauruhoe,
With their deep crater lakes and icy snow
 Spew ash and rock on plains below.
In Echo Lake cauldron or the Frying Pan,
 Venus baths and Champagne Pool:
Rotorua's hot sulphurous breath await
 In the muddy springs at Hell's Gate

The forested Urewera Highland wood
 On Lake Waikaremoana's shore:
Poverty Bay - where Captain Cook said...
 "There behold! Young Nick's Head".
Across the Kaimanawa Mountains west:
 Willow, Totara, Poplars, and Pines:
Into Lake Taupo the teeming water feeds
 Rainbow trout in the riverbed reeds

North Country isle of myth and legend:
 This living, breathing, shifting land.
Where the morning sun has its sky reared
 It wakes the great fish Maui snared.

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The North Island of New Zealand where
I lived for 25 years. In Maori mythology
Maui raised up the North Island out of the
Sea using the jaw-bone of an ancestor.


May 1996


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Kreta Natur, the Heart of Hersonnisos

The heart of Hersonnisos, the Isle of Crete
In a place so full of allure
Up on a hill, in the midst of the sea
Lies the heavenly Kreta Natur
 
The beautiful gardens, the flowers and trees
Rockeries made from stone
Views that will bring a tear to your eye
All give you the feeling of home
 
Side by side, Maria and George
Together they work as a team
So many years of labour and love
It’s taken to build their dream
 
Nurtured and tended by loving hands
Such relaxation you feel
When you arrive, the lovely warm smiles
And welcome they give you is real
 
Marias cooking, so lovely to taste
Her chicken, the best as of yet
BBQ night prepared by George 
Is one you will never forget
 
But…one thing is true, when your holiday’s done
And you know that its times to fly
Year after year you will always return
So it’s never really goodbye…


For George and Maria...amazing people and the perfect hosts
Thank you..


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Waking up in Prodromi

Pulling back the sleepy Shawl
Sliding open the glass doors
New Light hits my tired face
And floods across the tiled floor

The room grows with clarity
Gloomy corners lighten
Radiance washes the white walls
My eyes slowly widen

Stretching and yawning
A cold kiss of balcony on bare feet
I step into the fresh glow of morning
Above the scent of trees and sparrow tweet

Waking up over mountains and sea
I stare out to the colours of Cyprus
Towards Aphrodite's baths
And the rich hues of the Akamas

Across this exotic landscape
The sunbeams illuminate all
A cool morning air glides over my skin
And pours into my pores


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Stranded

Sitting in the dark,
Waiting for a spark.
Alone lost on an island,
No one, no familiar hand.
Sorrow sinking in,
Watching the storm begin.
Alone far away
For far longer than a day.

Sitting on the sand,
Observing sea and land.
Alone near the ocean,
Rain the only potion.
Gazing at the moon,
Hoping night may pass soon.
Alone in a place so far,
Home feeling as distant as a star.


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ITS MY TURN TO USE THE WRITTEN WORD

Being born in the postwar fifties,
after darkness and catastrophe
ascended on all Europe,
I didn't experience cruelty and horror... 
but hope came from the defenders of freedom
from North America and England;
and their military supremacy crushed
Hitler's vanity and his inhumane empire!
I was given birth by a courageous mother,
who saw bombs drop on buildings,
and escaped to the countryside with a few belongings...
dragging grandmother to safety!

Fear was everywhere...people had to hide,
and liberty was a forbidden cry;
even in the Vatican City, and rumors...
if not facts, confirmed that some
were afraid to speak against this evil,
but continued to tremble,
and in doing so they let many die!
Wasn't God angry at their hypocrisy;
and if they had taken a stand against the evildoers...
wouldn't it spared many?

It's my turn to protest the evil
that destroyed the life of big and small
for their faith, religion and race;
those voices are still ignored,
but  they are finally heard;  
their thirst for peace and justice
will be quickly quenched!
It's my turn to heal their wounds
with sweet and consoling words of kindness,
and alleviate their fears that what happened yesterday...
must not be repeated in our history;
and wil I be able to do this without facing controversy?
It's my turn to use the written word,
to outshine everyone whose interest is greed! 

Nobody more than I
was saddened by this tragedy,
so powerful and overwhelming,
to promptly modify the traits of my personality;
to be more considerate and caring,
and partake in Humankind's destiny!
An Aquarius has many
distinguishing qualities
and talents, and I intend to use them wisely...
listening to their struggles 
with much sympathy!
 
It's my turn to use the written word,
to declare war on the state of unfair things,
proceed with caution on flapping winds...
to land where I am welcomed,
and see every hand touching mine;
only when the their joy returns, I can certainly smile!


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The Battle Field

The Battle field is ready for a messy day
Throats will be cut and blood will spray

Great feats will be achieved and a wonderful display
Of armies in mortal struggle, the fray

Giants, Demons, Angles and the like ready their blades
The battle drum beats then they rush the glade.

A master white stair case to heaven is the Demons goal
The General shuts his visor and leads his hoard through

Magic, Death, Music, Strength, and Weakness all happen
Only one makes it through the havoc….

His last sprint up the stair case a final task
At the top he unveils his metal mask

A young mans face with demon horns peers at the gates
In front of him guardians decide his fate

One question is all he has for them and the lord
Can I see my beloved from childhood from before?

The Demon kneels to show no threat before his grace
Then he sees her solemn sad little face

He didn’t move his great muscles as she approached him
Her actions were very simple…she bent over and kissed him

He then turned and walked down to the stair case
Threw his sword and spear then leapt from its base

He very well could have opened his great wings
He completed the only wish he had…. See the King!

Genevieve his angel


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Veterans Honored Everywhere

My daddy served till I was six.
A Navy man.  He loved his ship.

Rejecting Hero he would proclaim.
"Those who died should have that name."

Sailed many times across the waves.
Rescuing prisoners from cells as graves.

A Coxman warning of things to come.
That sound still echos to setting sun.

Blow the whistle as bugals blare!
Today Veterans shall be honored everywhere.

             MAFLongfellow


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Eric's Story

The yard of my home, the location of football games. Eric was a wuss. If he had the ball, stand in front of him he’d drop it. One time running for a pass. I couldn’t see him he was near, I could smell the Old Spice he wore. I heard a sound I turned around. I swallowed the spearmint I was sucking. Eric was on the ground with the ball. His arm had a lump he sat out a few plays. We told him “go home” let his mom know he was hurt he refused. If he went home, his mom would make him stay. Eventually, he rejoined the game. The next day, Eric came over with a cast on his arm. He had broken it in three places. Eric the wuss had played football with a broken arm. He was a man. No one called Eric a wuss again.


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Memories

Great and weak men have existed
Sometimes their memories are bleak
Other times their memories live on
After the passing away of mortals
We only have memories left
Memories of their deeds
And the life they lived
Houses even cry when great men die
Inanimate objects often wear the toga of sadness when great men pass
There houses and places of abode weep too
The place of great men in the afterlife is great
Taking a glance at the wicked
They live wretchedly
And pass away like animals
People rejoice when they have gone
No one misses them 
The places where they once lived as homes 
Become desolate
Sometimes it becomes the abode of demented people
 Their descendants wear long drawn faces
For they immediately start reaping
What their fathers sowed
It is sad 
Very sad
Indeed sad
Weeping and wailing is so loud and great in their homes when they pass
For we know there is no peace for the wicked
Saith the Lord


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THE REDHEADED EXPLORER

He wasn't like any other ordinary boy
of his own age, but an explorer so passionately
enamored with the sea,
 which once almost drowned him; 
he was criticized and mocked for his idea,  
and yet he tried to persuade them
that the earth wasn't flat, but round...
and they called him crazy!

The redheaded explorer, with a rugged face,
continued to persue that dream,
through rejection and impatience,
he pushed forward to accomplish his mission
with his brothers on his side,
and God to guide him through his struggles;
after years of persistance and persuasion,
he was finally granted his wish!

He had an unbreakable trust in God,
and often asked his men aboard to pray,
and a miraculous circumstance
suddenly hindered his munity;
visible weeds from the coastal waters,
and shrilling fowls flying overhead
 had sure  and immediate signs of land...
and Columbus looked to Heaven in praise!  

The redheaded explorer lived in a time of constant change,
and he changed the destiny of many
by discovering a rich land...
different from the one he had ever imagined;
and he was certain of having found
a westward route to Asia...
but he wasn't aware that his discovery
was another continent later to be named," America." 

  
  


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JOY BELLS RING IN GLORY

A tender child is sleeping in a warm manger
watched by a sweet,happy mother;
joy bells ring in glory,
in the blue Heavens
shines a yellow star!
This night is too cold for the sheperds
watching their sheeps over the hills of Bethlem;
the Angel of the Lord will surprise them:
as they'll tell them,"The King has come!"
That star will lead them,
and they will find the little King...there;
kept warm by the breath of his mother Mary!

Joy bells ring in glory;
the Wise Men are coming from the East,
to bring Him the precious gifts of destiny...
to worship that humble child
sent from a caring God:
to show the hearts of men His love at last!


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A Walk in the Clouds

The day is met
The dream lost
windows sleeping cry
A  land where heros have died 
A bird swin pertch slips away
The sky plundered in air filled sighs
with a road of a blank notion in blaket of devotion
A time I spend here is natalicly splintit
A war to high too see
A night to cold for me
a walk in the clouds


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The birth of a star

This wall stands stronger
Stronger than any man
Yet so difficult
It was to defend

Completely out matched
Thunder came in the dark
But those on the wall
Put up one hell of a fight

The wall never ended
Nor was it straight
Yet inside those men
Had doom as fate
Those who are left
With nothing to lose
Immortally fight

As if death they choose
After days and nights
Sleep came to none
Fate had came
At the rise of the sun

Heroes are made
In this very spot
This place where our ancestors
So valiantly fought
And fight they did
Taking far more than given

Unstoppable sit the man
Who is cause driven
Surrender they could
Lives may have been spared
Where would we be today?
If our men had been scared
Heroes and legends
Were made at this spot

This spot where our ancestors
Oh, so valiantly fought




A tribute to those at the Alamo 


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SUNRISE,COME QUICKLY

As my tripping footsteps
enter deeper into the path of intense darkness,
I start feeling the trance of trepidation
and much despised misery 
seaps through me with a sense of admonition;
the night owls cold eyes immovably glare
to confine me into their scary stare...
until I dash off rapidly!

Sunrise,come quickly
to subdue my forethoughts of dreadfulness
into this night without stars!
I look up to a dark and unwinkling Universe...
exposing me to an enormous unrest:
will it be a deluge or a tempest
to end all traquillity?

Whatever threatens me invisibly,
or compels me to fret...
won't cause my courage to lessen:
contrarily, it will increase it even more...
'till I find another path;
its a risk worth-taking to befuddle any enemy! 

Sunrise,come quickly
to bring radiance and harmonious sounds
over this tempestous sea,
which keeps away all the discontented gulls;
sunrise, come quickly...
my entrapped spirit longs for liberty!


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RESTLESS YOUNG MAN WITHOUT A NAME

He keeps a very low profile,
afraid of the the horrible secret he hides;
hooked on a daily dosage of cocaine...
seeking an instant relief from his acute pain!
His cramped den is the stench
of smoked substance bought on drug-infested streets,
and filth is the undeniable evidence:
one can surely tell that he lives in Hell...
red devilish eyes and sunken cheeks; 
a wasted mind and body meeting their end!   

Restless young man without a name,
wary of the destructible consequences
that stunt your unremorseful conscience;
and what price will you pay and whom will you blame?
Restless young man without a name,
you only existed to fulfill a destiny of shame! 

Day-time is so detestable to him,
more than the viciousest enemy;
night-time changes his personality...  
and he searches for dope down-town,
where the houses are so run-down...
occupied by the crack-heads of East Main!
A limping kid, from nowhere, hands him
a small bag and he exchanges it for some green;
and what started the urge within...
is a deep wound, which can never heal! 

Restless young man without a name, 
intoxicated by the poison that destroys your life and health;
you can't be aware of what distorts your weak senses...
until you are helpless and run out of breath! 
Restless young man without a name,
guiltless and indulgent...you allow death to happily dance!


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O JOYFULL BELLS RING IN GLORY!

Many wonderful voices are heard...
the brighest star is seen;
o joyful bells ring in glory!
In the blue Heavens....see
the angels proclaim God's Word;
this night is cold for those 
sheperds watching their restless sheep
on the Bethlehem's hills.


A shining angel startles them,
as he tells them...the Child
prophesied long ago, 
has born! And that star will lead 
them to the manger, where He
sleeps so calm and mellow;  
doesn't Mary know that Her baby
will soon save Humankind?


O joyful bells ring in glory!
Let every angel praise
the glorious birth of a Prince,
who'll be the Sheperd of many...
whose hearts have longed for real joy!
O sweet child sent from God,
you've come to redeem the sinful world!
O joyful bells ring in glory!


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WATERBURY'S PAST GLORY

Old Brass City
with massive gothic chuches,
abandoned rail-roads
and run-down factories...
we still glimpse into that bygone glory
which made your name so famous!

O Waterbury, no Christmas 
can be compared to yours,
when Main Street glitters under the fluffy snow
and everyone hummers a carol!
O Waterbury, those starry nights
are too surreal and make lovers fantasize!

Old Brass City,in ninenteen-forty-two
lads and gals were sent to war to fight the Cruel,
and mothers cried as their sons and daughters
left this once-happy-town of friendly and kind folks!
And despite all the sorrow and pain yet to be,
they proudly marched off to defeat the enemy!

O Waterbury, your monuments inspire hope,
and remind all of your past glory and leadership;
and the brave soldiers who sacrificed all...
became those heroes we've engraved into the soul!
Some returned, many died to seal their fate,
and their courage and valour put an end to all hate!


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PRETTY IS TOO INCREDIBLE

I remember seeing you walking downtown,
flashing such a revealing smile in early fall;
and I,attracted by your charm,
could not resist you at all..
because pretty is too incredible
to describe you and not to pray for a miracle!

I've walked in this noisy piano bar...
unawarely of you being there,
and he's touching you with his jealous hands,
giving me such unpleasant glances;
oh, he's making you the center
of his attention...noticing how I stare!

Pretty is too incredible to describe you otherwise,
'cause you deserve a guy who has a sweet voice,
and runs his fingers on your quivering skin so fair:
to make you feel sensations you never felt before...
turning you into a more passionate woman,
who desires the touch of a real man!

I wish you were really free,
so you'd be part of my wonderful destiny;
and with these emotions exploding inside,
there's no hope for me go wild...
having you on those nights, filled with bliss,
until you are in a flood of warm kisses!

Pretty is too incredible to describe you,
and that thought can't keep me apart
from your sad eyes that speak of hurt;
dream of me and I'll dream of you...
let's make believe we are this close,
and that an impossible love we never choose!


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CROSSING THOSE BRIDGES OF WONDER

The turbid clouds hover mountains
of fluttering maples,spruces and pines
while I am crossing those bridges of wonder,
adjoined by sturdy steel cables
that even an impetuous wind couldn't oscillate;
man's ingenuity outwitting Mother Nature...
a tuneful voice rising from a spirit that perpetuates!

Rageful rivers resent their lament,
as fast currents struggle to find an inlet;
my hard breath surrenders
to an unchallenged fear!
From above danger is like the force of gravity,
I race with a brave face, but the harsh wind 
still whips it with the strength of a twister,
blowing the pristine white sand...
turning it into a whirling dust cloud
only to diminish my visibility!

Let me cross those bridges of wonder,
in spite of lightning and thunder...
I'll brave the fiercest storm,
as long as courage allows me to proceed;
night may come as quickly as frightening thoughts,
but nothing would make my will recede
to a darkness that suppresses the freedom of choice!

When warriors are faced by a threat,
they don't turn back and accept defeat,
no doubt can thwart their plan:
it's either death or glory,
unsurmountable pain or joy;
their ego is hardly broken through dire!
Ah! See them crossing those bridges of wander,
and like me, they rejoice when the battle ends!  


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I PRAY, WHILE OTHERS REBEL...

To have a repenting heart
which is changed by flowing kindness,
you earnestly need to pray,
and I pray,while others rebel...
ejecting bitterness from their harsh words;
and as sinful as they are:  they still
like to be praised for their formidable might: 
to mock,to insult,and deride in an harmful way!

I pray, while others rebel...
demanding an act of veneration; 
nothing that exposes conviction,
or  liberation from libel!

They continue to look right and holy,
but underneath they cringe...
plotting against the will of God,
bending their ways to fit their habits;
an iron bar will bend 'till it melts
from the intense heat...and so will they!

I pray...while they rebel,
and set their mind on revenge...
their unconvincing glow seems strange;
do I have to resemble them in heart and mind,
speak in the same voice unti I reach Hell?
Haven't they noticed that I'm listening to another sound?


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A BUCKINGHAMSHIRE BOY-recited

Aye 'ee is fierce and hale.
Four mile to work,across the vale;
No slommakin' slattern 'ee,
Okkard as an itching flea.

Eee'd fetch hosses to boss's yard,
Garmed with mud,as thick as lard,
Cla'holt of 'em wiv a rope,
On is own,allus could cope.

Niver sees 'im vexed,or aggled,
Even if drenched and bedraggled;
In lightning 'e wore niver frit,
Though the whole sky wore fork-lit.

Grew peas that kidded well,
Allus 'ad a tale to tell.


Dialect from around Aylesbury Vale ,England in 1940's

Listen to me read this in this dialect on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro


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unjuggled passionate fact
live for what life is' too u
washin tide blaskin tie cason lie
I wuluck the bare thought of astanished
In  a place noted black
a nagnan ture color
my face norct in flack
A house pertained in dark narshaw
I live
A room spiting tental whispering deaths ceepction
All halls triped with noise


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cindiling cobra

A watch from the berrtes eye
secret silinet  he cryies
through the work of a jugten deed
a world he sit where no one takes heed
the new wind blows ash in dust
a look from wishiling window
showing no aprayven norical forshiven
As the shadow towers over me
I sing a hearts praise to all lost children
awaken and dawriness intent begavaning my eventdence
i shower the the  places of my past
in this overchure of suprise I cradle my last emphise
I work hard to make thing new
I began with this next of kin
A tiped nouse blinking it's fastin
The dull axes couteraction
I wangraond uptichure of my atimasity
Apraganding these two heartbroken lovers
Sore under oath to persert them both
I walk alone to actord my salvage
The presure of this unburn thratise bragging in my face
I object in theses halls of forgatton backlashing
This four hored watch this ucrane
As the mamed game backran her i am avenged
THw wac swocks the tuk bock lock
While i cindle my brushin brides backstab


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Boondocks Or Sticks

I went to visit Elroy, Emma, my nephew and niece
In a town where all residents are missing some teeth
The name of the town is Boondocks or Sticks
I finally arrive and am greeted by my nephew and niece, their names are Hominy 
and Grits
Boondocks falls in the state of Georgia and Sticks falls in the state of South 
Carolina
The residents could not decide which name would be finer
The annual vote always ends in a split
I believe it will always be Boondocks or Sticks
This town has a single chair barbershop
The peppermint pole uses too many kilowatts
Last time it was used
It blew the transformer, the town was left with no power, dazed and confused
There are new rumors going around
A Dollar General is coming to this town
I wonder if I turned on the peppermint pole would the town\'s lights begin to flick
There is no other town like Boondocks or Sticks


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Salome

Beauty of the Maliced-Night Come to me, Wake me up Forlorn I've been for Centuries My heart beckons for the day of the thought of You Glimpsing in my dreams I see you fighting through The Iron-Gate that held me too You ordered my death in such a Beauty-Blinding way How can I refuse? The dust and sand of the desert's wane Has left myself to Blame The lust and land of the Desert's Wane Suffocated me with the forlorn days I've met you my lover I've met you my execution I've met you my Loving Shame I've met you my Salome Salome, Selfish Lover Salome, Gates of Jerusalem hold you In Salome, my Beauty The Dust and Sand of the desert's wane The Lust and Loving Shame Has left Myself to Blame I've Met You My Salome


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CARRYING ALONG THAT SECRET

Gradma singing her passionate Neapolitan songs 
from a balcony adorned with scarlet roses...her deep voice
not a soprano's, but delightful and expressed in humaneness;
her long golden hair brushed by the summer's aromatic breeze, 
to spark a new passion in her lively blue eyes!
And has she ever told anyone about 
carrying along that secret?

When grandpa left Italy, in clandestine  disguise,
for a long, hopeful jeouney to America in the late thirties,
grandma sacrificed and suffered much;  and when the Nazis
invaded the peaceful town of Baiano,
grandma made trips to the  small mill in Arciano,
to grind grain and make her delicious bread:
encountering many dangers and fears ahead...
making her the heroine History won't recognize! 
Have the historians overlooked her incredible courage,
and let her carry along that secret?

Women  and young ladies, including grandma, adored
the handsome and fearless man Mussolini,
who resuscitated the old concept of the Roman Empire with evil ways...
manipulating the puppet' hands of the loyal Fascisti;
woe to me, if I had lived and rebelled in those dreadful days:
I would have been imprisoned and possibly been killed!
Out of grief and anger, I speak against 
every injustice and not carry along that secret! 

My uncle, Stefano, was taken to England  by the British
as a prisoner of war...a coerced man so torn;
and Emma a kind-hearted English woman ,
and a lovely nurse with an impeccable humanity,
visited him often and brought him a home-cooked dish;
someting wonderful could have bloomed between them...
but all records and details have been lost instead,
and mine rely entirely on faded pictured filled with memory!
  
What unthinkable steps, the dictators of this earth take, to gain
their day in an unpromising sun:  suddenly power and pride...gone;   
Hitler's land devastated by the armies of justice...
with no shot-down bodies falling into self-dug ditches! 
Powerful people could have prevented this inhumane slaughter with haste,
but  silently watched them die... carrying along that secret!


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A Hard Mix Between Heaven and Hell

There is a place where few have been
No beginning and no end
A place where I am prepared to go
They say you reap what you sow
I have done my share of very bad things
I flew home to piss on my ex-wife\'s grave
Drinking, smoking, lots of lust and sin has helped me come out of my shell
I am experiencing a hard mix between Heaven and Hell
Practicing Witch Craft one step away from a human sacrifice
I could feel the blood in my veins turn to ice
My life has been a twist and turn affair, never a straight line
If I were to ask you are you dark or do you shine
Nobody is holier than thou, so stop the fake front
Come clean with the bad things you have done
Do a gut check and you will be able to tell
How potent  is your shot will be of Heaven and Hell
There is chess board in everyone\'s life and we are all pawns
Just which side is your bread buttered on
Do gooders, most are sinners behind closed doors
Money is the root of all evil, yet churches ask people to give more
A percentage of your income to make the preachers rich
They have no interest in you, yet you are one dollar away from sleeping in a ditch
Sinners openly display their intentions in life
Wife cheats on husband because husband cheats on wife
Go ahead and pray for forgiveness for all your daily sins, another trip to the well
Here, the bar is open, here's your hard mix of Heaven and Hell
Catholic Priests molesting alter boys, they will definitely face the heat
Is there forgiveness for them to reach their Heavenly retreat
Where do you fit in with the grand master scheme of things, no one can tell
Everyone will be able to place their order for their shot of Heaven and Hell


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PRETTY MONICA

The insatiable passion 
inside our blood, out of control,
flowed quicker than a waterfall...
made us profoundly intense;
that determination, not to waste moments,
was affirmed by our earnest intention!

Where will I find pretty Monica?
She can't be replaced by witty Erica,
who forces me to forget...
until there'll be no memory left!

This sky was so crimson and cloudless,
a reminder of those evenings of tenderness;
now this boring rain pours down on that maple tree:
erasing everything we wrote on its bark;
and it even glowed like a star throughout the dark,
inviting us to spend a night...drifting in a dream!  

Where will I find pretty Monica?
Even the beautiful face of Angelica
doesn't offer me hope and consolation; 
she truly was the perfect woman in all creation!

I speak of a name so unheard by others,   
and foolishly fall into the stranger's arms...
those cold arms that can't make me feel comfortable;
I cry out  words that seem impossible
to be said in silence with certainty,
because nobody wants to hear them...except me!   


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Joshua's Sunrise

Joshua’s Sunrise

Creeping gold from rock to sky
dawn cuts a cloak dark
wishes uttered unto the breeze
the journey to embark.

Rolling heat rides from the east 
scent of granite and sage
the desert heaves a gentle sigh
actors please take the stage.

Skin to rock as heart to love
climb with calloused hands
Joshua trees arms outstretched
reborn from rock and sand.

Stephen (Stoic)


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MOMENTS LIVED INTO A SILVER NIGHT...

Spellbound by the shimmering moonlight by the silent lagoon,
the oldest witness to every lover's secrets in enchanted Venice,
whispering soft words, afraid of being stolen by that stranger
who could be a wanderer or an intruder...
the dry leaves, beneath the drooping pine trees,
will crackle if he attempts to hear them too soon!

Moments lived into a silver night,
when the narrow streets are empty and dark
and the gondolas rest at the quite docks,
are as magical as the warm glow in these cheerful eyes;
and if our hands seem so frantic,
our quick thougths may be less romantic!

Following the trail of the ascending moon,
how loneliness is detected in her glance...
if we stare at her melancholic face!
And should we bring her a little comfort
by singing her the tune of a lovely song,
but how long will her presence loom?

Moments lived into a silver night...
are wonderfully remembered through a lifetime,
even more than that one unforgettable kiss...
while the gondolier rows the gondola through the canals
of a city that still withstands the fury of tides;
will another city be as beautiful as this?

We'll die before Venice will completely
disappear into the Adriatic Sea...
so let's cherish these moments of ecstasy,
and leave something to remember us by;
I'll write the words and the melody,
and you will sing it to her sweetly!

Moments lived into a silver night... 
linger among these strong and old walls of Venice: 
where the legendary Marco Polo slept, 
where ordinary and famous people wept;
fall asleep on my chest and feel the sea-breeze,
by morning we'll be awaked by a brilliant light! 


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THE THOUGHTS OF AN INNOCENT MIND

Have they ever asked themselves
what's the purpose of this life;
and why we are born of a mother
who leads us to a quiter shore?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
questioning the diffidence of the eartly man!

Have they ever seen showers feed
the blossoms of a peach tree?...
Warm raindrops that Nature offers
to magnify the grandness of flowers!
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
seeing beauty when all ignore surprise!

Have they ever seen the majestic pine trees sway,
almost piercing the wandering clouds of color rose...
drifting towards the lustrous sunset of May;
can a strayed soul obtain redemption with deep-felt remorse?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
 contemplating creation with the purest feeling! 

Have the ever stopped along the roads
swarmed with mimosa and jasmine and inhale
the fragrance of their tiny flowers,
being totally inhabriated by their smell?
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
thrilled by the natural state of the wild!
 
Have they ever seen those cities made of concrete,
where the errants struggle to breath,
and sunlight is as rare as an uninvited sunset;
there the church bells toll in extreme heat!
These are the thoughts of an innocent mind...
seeking,but not finding spirituality of any kind!


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VICTORY IS IS A VAIN WORD

The silent battlefield has drawn its armorial...
no smoke rising from weapons so unsurpassable;
bodies lying on the bloody grass;
some writhing, many lifeless!

One nation has risen against  another nation...
with the plausible thought that one
will subdue the other and conquer;
but the losses on both sides seem an equal share!

Victory is a vain word,
if it hasn't considered or honored
its noble purpose through peace;
many lives could have been spared...
turning their worth over an unjudicial conscience,
and rid itself of a costly vengeance!

Those daughters and sons will not return to their mothers,
and an acute pain will perforate their helpless hearts;
and they could have become great minds and leaders:
and with their death, their thoughts have perished with their dreams!

Victory is a vain word,
smeared on dead faces that look upright...
for that mercy and compassion the enemy did't give;
they may be dead in body, but not in the spirit!
Look !  I see them walking with God,
who will give them another life for their firm belief! 

Belligerence is the outcome of rampant hatred,
and Man will become a beast in order to accomplish it...
without regard and pity,not compromising, 
but scheming with an uncontrollable wrath!

Now their voices aren't shouting,and their hands
are still stained with unwashable blood;
nightmares are the visitations of demons
who complement their minds with a cruel reward:
victory has lost meaning and ardor ,
nothing can bring them to a calm shore!


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Kings and Queens

Sun dappled shadows
Reflecting spirit’s form
Moss covered standing stones
From afternoon still warm
The kings and queens of yesterday
Yet hold the evensong
Prayers for peace prosperity
A right for every wrong
With every war that has been fought
Upon these sacred grounds
Run fast the blood of future lives
And yet the drum deep sounds
Calling soul to hold a place
Upon the earth still fair
Stay the sword for truce by might
Lends your grace to bear
A heart that bleeds for all life held
Within the hands of fate
Behold the truth where patterns meld
And time she runs too late
The past and future meet as one
Where power thickens still
And stately folk are seen at night
Still gathered on high hill.


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The Train

It's been years since I've heard that lonesome whistle blow 
Or smelled the smoke along the track
And I've been getting the urge to go
As my memories carry me back
There's an old railway station with its' doors boarded up
Thats a monument to days gone by
It holds stories of passion, triumphs and love
And it brings a tear to my eye

I want to ride these rails till the day I die
I want to see the cities passing by 
To hear that lonesome whistle cry
And to camp out in the rain

I want to feel the freedom that the railroad brings
Listen to the song that the bluebird sings
Visit places where I can spread my wings
Oh God I miss the train

There's an open road calling out to me
There's a lot of places I want to see
The lure of the rails won't let me be
And it's driving me insane

I  just don't know what I want to do
To settle down would make me blue
Always looking for something new
Oh God I miss the train

I walked those railroad tracks
When I was just a kid
Throwing stones, singing songs
Never kept my feelings hid
I'd sit on those wooden benches
And watch the old man sell tickets to places far away
And daydream of cowboys and outlaws riding the ranges
On a hot and sultry day
Now those days are no more
But I'm still longing for
The mountain and valley and plain
Although I still yearn
I can never return
Oh God I miss the train.


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WARM RAIN GUSHES FROM THE BRIGHT SKY

Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
to free all clouds of their heavy weight
and nourish everything below...
even the dry beak of a sparrow;
we didn't ask for it and yet
it came unexpectadly
to end our physical thirst...
another reminder of mercy!

The thirsty crows invade  
the drenched meadows,
once so dried-out and yellowed,
to resemble an arid desert;
water sustains life on this planet...
and allowes the low rivers to overflow
when winter can't bring any snow;
then...is all hope useless?

There'll be lots of  beautiful flowers this spring,
even those silent bells will joyfully ring;
a brighter sun will radiate... 
illuminating our path until evening:
so much joy in our singing,
a perfect time to meditate!

Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
surprise sparkles in the unbeliever's eyes;
doubts make us unhappy and weak...
considering the dark side of things!
Vision makes us soar above the awesome stars, 
while despair causes our souls to die!   







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AUSTRALIA'S BECKONING CALL

Can you hear the distant echo of the 
hauntingdidgeridoo,                                   
as it pulses through the airwaves?  Yes, my friend it’s calling you.          
To this land beneath the Southern Cross, it welcomes one and all, 
and its drone spells out a message.  Can you hear its beckoning call? 
                    
So come share our hospitality and shake an Aussie hand. 
Mate, enjoy a trip down under … share the culture of our land.      
It abounds with nat’ral beauty from its coasts to Uluru          
and you’ll share our nation’s freedom just like we have learnt to do. 
 
You’re invited friends to join us on a wond’rous holiday,                
where the sun, our surf and golden sands are yours in which to play.  
We’ve the Opera House and Harbour Bridge, The Reef and Kakadu         
and experience the magic of a Darwin sunset too. 
                
Can you hear the distant echo of the 
hauntingdidgeridoo,                                   
as it pulses through the airwaves?  Yes, my friend it’s calling you.          
To this land beneath the Southern Cross, it welcomes one and all, 
and its drone spells out a message.  Can you hear its beckoning call? 
 
Come and cuddle a Koala, feed our unique kangaroo, 
see our Emu and our wombat and our talking cockatoo.  
Boil a billy, bake a damper, share a campfire’s flick’ring light,  
in our vast Australian outback on a glorious star filled night. 
 
See the paintings and the craftwork of the aborigine 
and experience the stories of their dreamtime history. 
More than anything you do here or wherever you may roam 
we’d just like to say you’re welcome and please make yourself at home. 

Can you hear the distant echo of the haunting 
didgeridoo,                                   
as it pulses through the airwaves?  Yes, my friend it’s calling you.          
To this land we call Australia, it welcomes one and all, 
and its drone spells out a message.  Can you hear its beckoning call? 



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Fire and Water

   
 
Wild Mountains
Cool Breeze
Wild Woman
Your Fire Powerful
My Waters just as strong
Will your Fire put out my waters
Will my Waters douse your flame
The challenge is yours to accept
Fire and Water
Two Passions...Powerful
when married as a force
Are you the one I am to explore
of the least of these? 
The one who will understand my passions
and my actions.
Wild Woman
Firey Woman
Let me douse your flame
Engulf yourself in my waters
Engulf yourself in my waters


Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 
 
 


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A Place That Means So Much

Here is where I've spent many days
I've made many memories in many ways
I've learned an aweful lot about life
How to get through trial and dodge strife

Here I have spent a lot of time alone
I've tied my shoes and took care of my own
I started to reason, I began to think
Word after word I scribbled in ink

Years came, they passed, and I grew
There were piles of things I'd muddled through
I've gained strength; I've been taught how to stand
Sometimes I sink, but I'm walking on land

My Father showed me the beauty of the stars
I learned to appriciate His scars
I pondered the meaning of the universe
Then I remembered that this world's cursed

Reality drifted to distant
Time spun, lost it's track for an instant
I'm a single grain of sand on the beach
But the hairs of my head, the Lord knows each

I spent countless night on my back wide awake
Wondering what in this life I would partake
Then I'd close my eyes, I'd be satisfied
My Father has a plan, He'd be my guide

Through the woods I took long quiet walks
But the Lord was there, we'd have silent talks
Creation stood strong, it was all elite
The warm, moist ground welcomed my bare feet

Other evenings I'd sit around the fire
The flames were livewires reaching higher
And the grand, old trees hovered above
Here is where my heart was taught to love

I learned how to live and discovered God's plan
The world is a harvest field filled with man
I am a laborer of the King
One day everything will worship and sing

Many days I hold close as great memories
Those days at the camp hold my life's stories
Here I became who I am and for here my heart burns
Time goes by, but I know I'll return


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CONSOLE THEM WITH SONG

A cool rain has come down,
and stopped the rising of the sun:
a day of mourning for all in the silent city,
and it feels as sad as it felt yesterday;
eyes cry and mix themselves
 with the falling raindrops...

Console them with song,
with words that don't speak of indignation;
all they want is a possible consolation,
because a loss of someone so loved...
looks for ways of healing through faith,
and if they can't be found...they'll rely on strength! 

I've never seen so many flowers
laid at the site of the memorial,
and thousands of names being read
at the exact time the attacks occurred;
more tears and sobs, but also prayers
will be heard for the brave and exceptional!

Console them with song,
give them your comforting hugs,
and a flag of endless gratitude...
that flag they died for and they truly loved;
and we who are alive must remember their sacrifice
by walking together and being strong!  

Now, those sad faces see a ray of hope, at nine,
shining on them from the parting clouds;
no rain, no sorrow and tears to add to their pain...
only a certain feeling of ease from words
that are exchanged amid the voices of children:
the generation to rebuild what was torn down!


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WITH SOMEBODY AS KIND AS YOU

Why am I being too impatient,
wishing to have again what
can make me feel that something? 
Why do I have to put away
all that I cherished,so dearly,
about  you and your way of giving?

You should have been:
my only idol,the only face
to appear in these night dreams;
someone who made
all these dull moments bright
and allowed me to fly without wings;
because no other heart 
loved me more than yours,
because no other eyes
smiled at me more than yours!


With somebody as kind as you
to give everything to, I refuse
to believe in someone else;
and I will gladly wait 
than throw everything to the wind!
With somebody as kind as you,
there's a better reason
to live life in delightful days!

You should have been my only light  
to chase away this cold darkness;
I have waited...shivering in thick shadows,
hoping to feel your warm fire...
to rekindle my lost desire!
I have searched and found the dim moonlight:
giving me no warmth,no hope...
offering me no words to speak
with somebody as kind as you;
only the sad smile of the unfriendly moon....


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QUAD

I looked out the window 
the light, streaming down 
amongst the trees 
reflecting on me 

To walk amongst the trees, 
a simple pleasure 
Fresh scent of pine 
mind , at ease 

I heard birds, 
shadows flying from tree to tree 
My hand to touch 
This roughness of bark 
Such thoughts , absurd 

How the deepening light, 
changes the colour of the trees 
I have seen this view 
Three thousand and six hundred and fifty times 
Memorised it too 
Always a delight 

The physical bonds that hold me, 
are permanent... 
Ten years ago, 
the broken back, 
shackled me so 

I am amongst the trees 
I never went away 
For ,the mind is always free 
Living another forest day 

I cannot move, 
the way I used to 
The mind is never chained, 
yet in this chair, 
my body remained 

To walk amongst the trees, 
a simple pleasure 
Thoughts to treasure 
One day... 
Please.... 

I feel, 
yet I cannot touch 
the trees 
I feel the wind 
Blowing through 
I wish i could too 

Slow silent tears fall, 
the light streaming down 
amongst the trees 
I never went away... 
I visited you... 
every day... 


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LOOK DEEPER INSIDE

Anytime loneliness 
brings its tidings of sadness...
look deeper inside...
to find a brighter side!

Don't set aside that untried aspiration,
let it come alive with boldness and action;
where others fail, you can easily succeed..
make the effort and fear not to dream!

Discouragement can delay
your flight to freedom by a mere doubt;
your spirit can still soar:
show the boldness of an eagle
and search for a sky
bluer than the rolling ocean!

I embarked on a long jeourney
and was deprived of much sleep,
my lost ship never found a shore;
little did I know about a lingering hope,
and like Columbus who was rediculed a lot...
and even called crazy by some,
I was awesomestruck
by a twist of luck! 

Look deeper inside
and be so glad you've at least tried...
to discern anything that made you worthless;
enunciate your right to live to yourself,
and seek out completion
by not wrestling with perfection!

 


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Always in a song

Looking out the window, staring at the floor
knowing something is out there, wanting something more
Trapped within myself, how my thoughts are free
 to travel alone then coming back to me
Telling me of love, sharing with me the dreams
crossing through the valleys, where the voice of an echo sings
It captures me so quickly, never lets me go
Always free to give me the pain that never shows
The type of dream follows the stream, rapid into calm
Times catches up to me, always in a song


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THE STAR CATCHER

In the limitless of me 
I caught a star 

I made my way , 
through the universe 
Another day 
Another constellation too 

I am a star catcher 
Stars, caught 
Stars, let go 
Such worlds I know 

Such stars, 
breathed their light over me 
Filled me with magic 
Let me see 

In the limitless of me 
Star catcher am I ! 
The colours flowed through, 
in a midnight sky 

The places I have been 
The places I have seen 
I want you to see... 
The catcher in me 

I can find you, 
for, you are a star 
Caught in me 
Colours too 

Through my universe 
Watching stars burn 
Watching stars shimmer 
Catching stars 
For, now it is your turn


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AMONG OTHER THINGS...

Among other things...
don't forget to call me...
when you arrive in Rome, Italy;
hold my picture very closely!

Beautiful Italian boys
will steal your innocence on the spot;
they know the secret to attraction:
sweet words and tender looks,
and they woudn't care whom they hurt...
it's all in their inborn passion!

Among other things...
hang my lucky charm around your neck,
don't leave it somewhere else when you wake;
it's more than a promise when someone is faithful,
and resist all the temptations with a call:
love's reached without wings!   

Be only touched with trueness,
ignore that instant sensation, 
because they all promise gratification
by recognizing the signs of loneliness;
keep fighting it off with your fist,
and tell yourself, " It won't last! " 

Among other things...
hold true to your feeling as fond as care,
don't lose something,so precious and rare, 
for an intimate hour that'll go to waste;
it's better to taste nothing
than a false sweetness!
 








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REDEMPTION BY THE CROSS

He was with God before the world came to be,
and He created with Him our breath-taking Universe;
His name was Jesus,the Redeemer of the Human Race:
and to change and save us was His destiny...

He preached in the Temple, and all Jerusalem listened carefully,
but some didn't like to hear how He spoke against evil so openly;
and they weren't the Romans,the conquerors,
but those hypocrites in high places...

Jesus drew huge crowds by lakes and mountains,
by the country roads and in small towns;
they all came to hear the Gospel with gladness,
and Joseph was one of the priests who heeded those words...

On the lake of Genesaret, Jesus performed another miracle,
telling Peter to lower the net for a catch, but he was skeptical: 
until he saw the boat was about to sink with the heavy load,
and he came to realize the bounty of God... 

As Jesus became popular and all heard Him preach,
the priests and scribes became jealous of Him,
and planned to capture Him and found Him guilty of blasphemy:
by the very hands of Pontius Pilate who feared to condemn Him...  

But the crowd cried out, " Release Barabbas! ",
and those who called out the name, "Jesus,Jesus! "
were beaten and silenced by a mob who had no mercy;
Pontius Pilate had no choice but to deny His liberty...   

The Roman soldiers grabbed Jesus
and took Him to governor's place,
and they stripped and whipped Him 'till he bled;
and worst of all : a crown of thorns they put on His head... 

Along the Via Dolorosa Jesus carried the cross to His death 
as the women wept and men mocked Him with laughs,
never a commotion,so great, was felt in all Jerusalem;
a follower gave Him water, but he was restrained by swords...

The merciless soldiers placed the cross upon Jesus's shoulders,
and Simon from Cyrene finished bearing it behind Jesus;
he really felt the same pain and agony;
and from Jesus's smile, he knew He was relieved...

From the cross at Golgotha, Jesus asked His father
to forgive them as John stood by his mother;
to one of the evildoers He promised Paradise at no cost:
and to all who would believe and follow:  redemption by the cross....
 


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THE COUNTRY THAT GAVE ME PRIDE AND HONOR

Sunflowers and lilies fluttering
in the sweet scented breeze...   
seagulls descending
from the clearest sky penetrating,
even further than thought, 
into the tuneless waves
of the peaceful sea;
my coming to this shore
is to sense credibility,
to get a glimpse of creation
before age shows me
the final path,
to witness that all
I created won't  fade into oblivion...

The Country that gave me pride and honor
was more generous than a mother,
alluring me with her charm,
proclaming me her chosen son;
I have wailed her obsence
and at the time of departing, neither
the promise of riches
nor  the vision of prominence
could dissuade me of this sacrifice:
that no other ambition could take me further...

Sorrounded by beauty and infinity,
my first dream gave me the wings of expression...
to go where I dared not go without certainty;
amid storms I would not be lost,
on ascending tides I would not be tossed ashore,
because my courage prepared me for the worst:
while wisdom and knowledge nortured my ego,
my dilemma conflicted with predestination...  

The Country that gave me pride and honor,
long stands for excellence and grandeur...
past glories at every corner,
ruins that still resound of voices,
of ordinary people in the busy markets;
hails bestowed upon the new conqueror
passing underneath the arch of  triumph,
another Caesar declared through the streets of Rome!  


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BE ALWAYS FORGIVING

Be always forgiving as I couldn't be;
keep alive the memories and dreams
that gave meaning to tender words,
to beautiful places never lost to time!

I was the cheater so untrustworthy
and unkind;
a predator whose eyes got what
he wanted,
giving you a little or none!
I had all the fun,
hiding myself in places you couldn't find;
a liar with many alibis,
who could be extremely cautious and wise,
feeling nor guilt or dishonesty!

Be always forgiving as I couldn't be...
I was destined to find that shining light,
follow it till it showed me its might;
and all the pain and the struggles
are the cause of my denial that even you today
I find hard to forget through my wasted tears...

Be always forgiving as I couldn't be;
I was the selfish one, blind and careless,
sharing with many what couldn't be shared! 
I should have honored your purity,
taken care of your needs and stayed;
there's no regret more painful than this...


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Oceans Between Us

So long mistakes heart breaks these lonely times will take your place 
We walk separated sands but through these times i understand One
Look one kiss only in dreams would love feel like this.

Your far away but my love grows anyway i wonder right now if you feel
The same way oceans between us but on this day here i say i love you 
I've loved you for so long.

I need you because space and time wont last to long i close my eyes and i'm 
With you never let you go...

Your far away but my love grows anyway i wonder right now if you feel
The same way oceans between us but on this day here i say i love you I've 
Loved you for so long.

Can we carry  on will you be okay on your own sometimes i cant wait to
Hear you breath on the telephone just to make sure tell me again what's
Our favorite song.

( Memories) of you and me a piece of me fade away..
When i think of you i cry on command and all this sadness makes
me a better man.

Your far away but my love grows anyway i wonder right now if you feel
The same way oceans between us but on this day here i say i love you 
I've loved you for so long. I've missed you bright my way cure my lonely day
{Oceans between us}

God please believe me i'm dyeing with out her love don't deceive me 
Because i cant live with out her. My heart is so numb your warm embrace
Will put a smile on my down and out face.

Your far away but my love for you grows anyway i wonder right now if you feel
The same way oceans between us but on this day here i say i love you
I've loved you for so long.

I can be this strong girl it wont be to long....





Cole Hodson (c)








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THAT SONG OUR LIPS SING

Peaceful and bright night
full of wanderous stars
catch us kissing...
feeling so lost
in the whispering pine trees;
and there's no shame in giving
ourselves to heartfelt joys to stimulate
sensations in our warm souls!

That song our lips sing
comes from the endless love we feel;
faithful woman...steal this childish heart,
longing for dreams never
dared to be sought!
That song our lips sing
was born  yesterday,right here...
when loneliness suddenly
turned into happiness;
when we vowed never to fear
the unhappy and envious
faces of others!

Peaceful and bright night
full of wanderous stars...
fulfill our needs and desires,
because only night was made for love,
for people who never have enough to give:
like that song our lips sing!


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THE JUNGLE

30,000 insect species per mile, 
half of them in my space 
whirr of wings, 
none of whch make me smile 

Hot fetid air 
decay of leaves 
humidity overwhelms me 
i cannot breathe 

Dense impenetrable green, 
rank pools of water 
holds things i have never seen 

The twitter and call of things unseen 
leaves much to the imagination 
my wild thrashings, 
my curses and condemnation 

Leafy clutter abounds every where 
yet nothing is wasted 
nature's powerhouse recycled 
every thing eaten,everything tasted 

Dark gloom of triple canopy, 
day like night 
night,stygian darkness 
terrifies me 

For the jungle man has no place,nothing 
for the jungle,the insects are king 

Frogs croak,hidden things chatter 
flash of colour,nothing seen 
stench of decayed matter, 
everything green 

Hot jungle,constant drip of water, 
razor sharp bamboo, 
makes me falter 

This moving green mass holds me in its web, 
the 30,000 insects, 
i dread 

Time to go quickly, 
for i am not of the jungle, 
which makes me poor and sickly 

Leave,for the 30,000 insects have evicted me 
dont worry,i'll go you'll see 
whirr of wing 
croak of frog 
escapes me 


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UNDEFEATED

Undefeated before the cheering crowds,
colors of green,white and red...
a flag that signifies glorious moments
when the fear of losing
conflicted with the joy of winning;
it took  a tremendous courage and an iron will
to put up that fierce fight...  
frightened eyes invoking a living God
who looked into the praying heart,
to grant the wish to that silent voice!  

Undefeated by the opponent
who committed an act of villainy...
to justify his belligerence,
but there's nothing 
like a long-waited victory...
to hail a triumph with gallantry
and revel at something
that almost vanished!

The merry-making voices
of flag-waving fans...
celebrating in crowded piazzas
all over a jubilant Italy
and other countries around the globe,
resuscitated a sentiment  so deep and mellow
that was lost for twenty-four years...
to spark, in their blood ,a flame of joy!

Undefeated by predictions
of malevolent -wishers
who clung to  pessimism
to repress altruism;
joyful eyes drenched in tears, 
there they proudly stand:
the exultant champions... 
recognized by a stunnned world!!



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WHEN I WAS A BOY

Once upon a time
in a world...
You cannot see,
was a place for you and me

Fields in which to run
Enchanted trees to climb...
In a land of beautiful sun
This was a time...

Long ago, far away
how I ache...
For those days...
When a Heartstone,
lay in my heart,
and I learnt the Wise Ways

The sound of lute filled the air
Magic too
Trees of soft colour,
shaded the castle from view

So many places to play
Enchanted rooms
Nooks and crannies
Finding a hiding way

The changing seasons
Beautiful in their nature
Queens and Kings
The way of things

Such joy and harmony,
amongst the whispering trees
A Stream of Sighs
Watching Heartstone eagles fly
This was a time...

For a young boy,
to lie back in a field of corn
The King of Air sculpting clouds
Watching eagles fly
Faeries being born...
This was a time...

Once upon a time,
in a world you once saw
Behind a secret door...
Is a place for you and me


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THE ROAR OF A DEPARTING AIRPLANE

Like the dreams in your daily horoscope
that come alive within the pages of an astrology' book...
written by someone who reads into the distant stars:
the roar of a departing airplane, disappearing into clouds,
is your crude awakening to reality...
finding everything else, but me!

I booked my flight in a hurry last night,
everything we  secretly shared lost its sense of delight;
I shouldn't remember when the times
when I came to you and brought you roses!

Like all the words that sound too sweet,
I let them go inside me so true and deep;
another destination, another lonely city...
where I'll settle down and face a clueless destiny!
There I'll find more women easy to love,
making no demands, pretenting to give;
in their arms,with skin smelling of perfume,
I'll  dream of you...when those roses bloom!

Nothing can keep me here,
even pity can't move me;
we started a passion full of flames,
forgetting about our tender ways!
Everything seemed everlasting...
never thinking of a sad ending! 

The loud road of a departing airplane
shouts off the sound of this voice;
I ask for forgiveness with my tears,
but you can't be found anywhere!


     


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Castles

Castles; those lofty symbols
of a romantic, long gone past
For centuries enduring...
Seemingly ever they will last

Ghosts of kings and knights
Perhaps walk their halls on nights
When tourists are gone
and safely in their bed
Tales of sorcerors and dragons
Their dreams are being fed

Seiges, famines, wars, and slow decay
Have long taken their dear toll
My greedy eyes do wander
The past before my mind
The taste of things of then
My dreams would love to find

Awestruck, and feeling so, so small
Standing before their thick stone walls
and mighty towers tall

Perhaps in some forgotten incarnation
I once walked right here
Maybe brave and armed, or maybe scared
Froxen to this spot in cold and clammy fear

Imagination, I don't know...
It really matters not
Brazen brave or just plain fearful
I was then what I now am not alot....
Time, as transitory reality
A phantom not to trust
The person i might have been then
Has long since turned to dust.


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Broken Hearts Bar

This is the place where they come to escape the stress in their lives 
A lot is from their husbands and wives 
This place gives them a lift 
The regulars start swooping in at 10 am from a long night shift 
At one time or another, everyone hurts and bears some kind of painful scars 
You can find all kinds of emotional burden here at the Broken Hearts Bar 
The doctors, the suits, the welders, we get them all 
Others escape by attempting to crank out a tune on the piano facing the west wall 
After a few drinks, everybody starts feeling well 
The alcohol numbs and strips away our protective shell 
Everyone enjoys talent night, it makes them feel good 
Distorted by the liquid courage, they believe this is their ticket to Hollywood 
A taxi driver of 23 years, complains about his back 
He has his pain killers with a double shot of Jack 
There is always a place for my down and out guests 
I lend an ear and allow them to get it off their chest 
The winners and losers come here because they are accepted for who they are 
Everyone is welcomed to the city's center of depression, the Broken Hearts Bar 
George tells me tonight he will be visiting for the last time 
He says this every night right around nine 
George takes a moment to reflect on the troubles of his past 
He tells me it's true, nice guys finish last 
So long, my time is near 
I will become a nobody and disappear 
He tells all his friends to keep reaching for the stars 
I smile and tell him, there is always a stool for you at the Broken Hearts Bar 
Yeah, I know here the door swing in and out 
I thought maybe at the bottom of one my drinks I would discover what life is all 
about 
The emotion in the air is thick like tar 
Please come again to the Broken Hearts bar 


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MISTY MORNING

Mist lay snug in the hollows 
Quietly, 
in the time before sun 

A thick blanket too, 
covering the green 
In a land of mist, 
tall spires, 
rising through 

A swathe of hand, 
pushed away, 
mist from this land, 
brightening day 

Quiet misty morning 
tall spires, 
rising through 
Pale Eastern light 
Dawning 

An eagle, 
so high 
Above the tall spires 
Above the mist 
Looking for eastern light 
The disappearing night 
Now is the time, 
to fly 


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IN A COLOURED SKY

The exploded moment... 
Colour, scattered 
Illuminated the blue 
You were here too, 
then you were, there 

On the other side, 
the pieces flew by 
Shards of love, 
coloured the sky 

A trail of stars in its' wake, 
for me to follow 
Silvery too 
I will find you 
No matter how long, 
it will take 

Colour poured through, 
changed the sky above 
Different too 
Shards of love 
Shards of blue 

You were near... 
I felt it... 
The exploded moment, 
a single tear 

A path of sunstars, 
led me to you 
Full of colour 
You felt it too 

Distance ,is nothing at all 
I have you here 
In a blink of a thought, 
the coloured sky 
I saw you fall 

You left a trail of stars, 
for me to follow 
The thoughts, read 
Words unsaid 
The pieces flew by 
In a coloured sky 

The exploded moment 
colour , scattered 
Illuminated you 
I was here too, 
in a coloured sky 


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PRELUDE

Streams of light,
fell on me
I stayed awhile
A bubbling brook
Grassy knoll
Shady tree

To escape
Find something new
How it matters to you
For in the heart
It cannot lie,
for it is true

To a better time
long ago...
When deeds of valour
Lost beliefs,
meant something so

Magical times,
to fill the air
Fill my heart
What I want to share

For this is my heart
Changing seasons
Faeries too
I hope that it means something to you

In our hearts
We have castles
Nature
Love too

We cannot lose sight,
of pure loving ways
Of wind
Kings and queens
Faeries flight

This is my heartstone


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SOMETHING OF A SECRET

Nobody has to know
whatever happened between us                         
that made us glow;
let this remain something of a secret,
this man knows where it lies...
hidden from others, not from us!
And you woman, keep it inside
as long as you live...it's as deep as pride!

Erase my number from your cell phone,
not let him see it...
don't make him suspect
that I even exist in reality:
make it look like a shadow passing...
leaving no traces along;
when I take what's not mine...I feel so guilty,
but it won't stop me from taking!   

Let this remain something of a secret,
let's it confide it to a moon that's so scarlet;
a silent moon who hears the lovers' whispers...
and turns them into real, sweet whishes!

Let's die for a moment's bliss,
deny our reality and hysterically laugh;
this is not cheating on somebody
who didn't finish what he started off...  
we're free and need not to worry,
and if there's a price to pay:  we will! 

We're not kids who are kept from indulgence,
we are responsible for our own tendencies...
challenging those who oppose us with rage,
changing what others can barely change...
to let this remain something of a secret!



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REMEMBERING THE DAYS...

Remembering the days
when I was loved by friends
while memories are vividly seen,
as if they are woven into reality...

Living in the past,like a dreamer,
won't change a thing;
In spite of distance,
I still find delight
in their joyous faces;
deep wrinkle and gray hair
are the enemies I can't fight!
I'm getting older by the day,
as an awareness 
and earnest warning
not to dispose of this age,
but to learn daily from it! 

Trustworthy and reliable friends,
I would like to possess
your strenght to cope
with an unspeakable tragedy,
a loss or a doleful defeat;
are you like me:   twisted by dissent,
judged and treated unfairly
or completely misunderstood?
One can't be too demure or innocent
to let those facts control your destiny;
if confidence and self-descipline
aren't instilled within the adolescent years,
hurt,rejection and impelling sorrow:
lift up hurdles you can't bring down
with the speed and force of an arrow! 

Remembering the days
we conquered life's joys
with the zest of warriors;
remembering the days
when the enthusiasm
made us high-spirited
and indulge in pleausures
that cannot be described...
to go beyond the unforbidden limits,
to know what laid ahead of us...
raptured by an ingenous realism!

Admired and missed friends,
it should be joyful to remember you all,
good friends always offer solace...
when words seem not to flow
and thoughts are locked up in deep silence;
here,with lively and subliminal visions,
I cross the void between
absence and distance...
to be a part of you again!


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A Vocie In The Dark

New place of spoken true word
Space open nural verb
Where a dark amusing sencent is shown
The air filled with the mans sentence
his room square  intention
A man see out of pure love 
With midest scent of a women
A wonder about slipping past the distant memory
a look back on an old love flame
walking torards the foolish emotion
escaping the fact that none have found true


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RIDGEWAY RAMBLES

Avebury a Wiltshire village low
To windswept beacon of Ivinghoe.
Eighty-five miles,vale and hill
Wayfare freedoms,exhilarate and thrill.

Striding downs in grassy scrub
Midst trees and clumps of shrub;
Shaded lanes,gates and stiles,
Wayside pubs to rest awhile.

Overton to Wantage plain
Goring and Streatly in the rain;
Chinnor to Bledlow,in freezing chill,
To Buckmoor,Chequers and Coombe Hill.

Wendover to Hastoe through morning dew
Wigginton,Albury onto Beacon view;
Natural history and species now rare,
Time to idle or just stand and stare.


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PROTECTED BY LONELINESS

I can't recall
how long I have been desolated,
and rejected by all,
living within these cement walls,
emanating wishes unheard by anyone;
staying indolent and thoughtless
with this soul gnashing:
so futile and drawn...

Too long
protected by loneliness,
too soon
to think of an incursion
and reprimand myself
of my impudence
for having been so inadvertent;
a reputed dreamer
demanding impossible things 
to bring them to a conclusion...

Too long retreated 
and secluded to have distorted thoughts;
and not to recite this pious prayer,
instead of an useless outcry...
Too deviant and improbable
to follow a straight course,
fight for something desired
to finally hang
my flag of victory
on the tallest pinnacle...

Too long
protected by loneliness,
too unfeasible 
to undertake fear and be responsible;
my hopes are fraught with feebleness,
and my phantom 
always wanders past a wan dream:
never to feel the emotional warmth of a hand... 


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THE LENGHT OF THE SKY

The lenght of the sky
 has no limit;
allow me
to take you
to the infinite...
to the endless blue!

Soon after the gleams
of the awaited dawn,
I wake up and find you near me;
my hands touch you softly
with gentleness...
such morning should be
the happiest one
for anyone without sin,
and eases his mind
by calling forth
pleasing thoughts
and wouldn't lose touch
of seeing them come around...
without hearing a sound!

The lenght of the sky
 has no limit;
allow me
to take you
to the infinite...
to the endless blue!

Soon after the present tore apart
the past now bygone,
delightful days and warm nights
wait for us...so eager to know  again
the pleasant satisfaction
and feel again the lost happiness!

The lenght of the sky 
has no limit;
allow me
to take you
to the infinite...
to the endless blue!

Let's spend a minute
in contemplation;
let's not test 
His greatness,
because, in our observation,
we may find ourselves speechless...
facing the mysterious sky
that can't keep secrets from us!

The lenght of the sky
 has no limit;
allow me
to take you
to the infinite...
to the endless blue!


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WAKING UP AT DAWN

Waking up at dawn
with incandescent lights
on my subdued frawn...
receding to warm sheets;
recognizing the petrel's flight
with the hawks pursuing it in delight,
while spiders hang on dusty webs
and the incessant thrush sings...

Waking up at dawn
with sunken eyes,
not wanting to meet sunlight;
a little morose,but gladsome...
I glance at the maples,
submerged in intense light,
as the wagtails tap
on my  moist window
to greet me with a cheerful chirp...

Waking up at dawn
with departing lovely dreams,
I grope uncertainly amid visions;
no full moon rises above the bright horizon,
and with no night passion to inflame me:
I reckon another inevitable aspect of reality...


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BITTER SQUALOR

Poverty and rage is all he sees
in a furtive,doleful glance,
and the brightly-colored lights
cannot console the wretched soul
of his malnourished,shivering body:
bundled up in rags and visible to all
the hurriendly and careless passerbys,
who seem blind in their own pretense...

He rejects the mournful sounds
interfering with his needed sleep;
and yet,he lifts his drooping head
to peak around the wratful trees
to assure himself that 
the wooden and metal shack
is well-secured and safe;
his numberless doubts delve deep...


In the middle of a furious February,
winter has failed to invite the generous sun 
to warm up his frosty home so run-down;
an impoverished home in which he repulsed luck
that could have turned his life around;
his regret is an unremissible remedy:
consumed by a wishful valor
that ended in bitter squalor....


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EVERY HEART BELONGS TO A COUNTRY...

Every heart belongs a Country...
big or small,  with or without prosperity;
a beloved and cherished Country
has its precious name
on each heart loving freedom!

It may have a beautiful ocean or sea,
breathtaking mountains so misty,
or a desert that can never flourish;
it may have raging rivers,
wild forests with sparkling waterfalls...
wealthy or unwealthy it is still a bliss!

Every heart belongs to a Country,
my Country is no different from others...
with a sky ever blue, like the calm sea
hiding islands with a striking beauty;
I walked its flowery and rocky paths,
plunged my looks to the clear deep
to discover what others seek...
nothing She withheld from me!

A foreigner among native inhabitants,
abiding and hard-working,  
thriving in this prosperous Country...
where all are given an opportunity;
and if  everyone starts out
with the simplest dream,
it can bring them financial security...
anything is at their command through incentive!

Every heart belongs to a Country,
it may be mine, yours or theirs;
it may be depraved of liberty or free,
have green forests, open meadows
or barren soil without streams...
but the people's creed 
is sacred and holy!
Loalty and bravery always endure
in every heart that belongs to that Country...
that can inflame their ardor!



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A MOTHER'S ABSENCE

A lonely boy,barely seventeen,
writing sad and lovely words
from a small room with open shades
overlooking Everett's skyline: 
a lovely and quite town
in the suburbs of Boston...

Mother,distance is counted in miles,
but to miss what inspires me
is quite unmmeasurable
and verbally indescribable
mother,days become nights...
and momorable moments
cheer me up when I should cry,
and be comforted by your tenderness!  

Daddy,left from this very place of truce,
with a glance cold and undignified,
his plane flew over Long Island
where you courageously thrive on;
he betrayed both son and spouse!

Airplanes roar over the discolored roof
of this huge and abandoned house;
the yellow-chested parrot repeats
his funny and banal jokes,
unable to make me smile and laugh,
because inside a sorrowful heart
there's no place for joy and growth!

Mother, the heavy snow is covering the roof-tops,
and the firs and pines welcome it with zest;
but I feel the coldness and can't rest...
until I see the gladness back in those eyes!


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DRAMA

I stare at people and know
exactly what they're thinking;
a mind-reader who needs no gessing!
You act out your drama...
like you're starring in a soap opera,
but attention and applause
are the things you crave:
a red carpet for your dreams to glow!

I can never be Leonardo di Caprio,
not as young,handsome and kind;
I am an Aquarius, you are a Leo:
two different  signs, two contradicting minds;
And I should consider myself a conqueror...
to kiss you on the main deck of the Titanic:
glancing at the midnight's stars above,
feeling the strong wind in our waving hair
as we lose ourselves in deep love... 
that seemed so distant and platonic!     

I am nothing out the ordinary,
a simple guy looking for the perfect girl...
living on delusion, feeding on fantasy,
trying too hard to bend your iron will;
let's stay friends,forget what could have been!
Look at the bright side:  life still moves on,
so don't waste anymore of your time;
going down the road you'll see a sign
that tells you not to be in that drama,
forgetting about being as big as Madonna!