In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.
It’s drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.
Through open window I can see
Its desperation shared with me;
How freedom in this world is light—
And we as souls are drawn to fight.
Though freedom’s light may cause our death,
It’s worth the risk with every breath.
I understand the moth’s sad plight
When drawn to the glorious light.
Though it knows not of human trust,
It buzzes on because it must!
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014
I found the bottle lying on a dune of wind-swept sand,
And I brushed the grains upon it with a weak and trembling hand,
I was crazy-mad for water, I was more than three days dry,
So I pulled the cork with sand fouled teeth and spat it at the sky.
What came out wasn't water, it tasted more like smoke,
So I thought myself the victim of some fools cruel joke.
Then standing there before me, like a Muslim houri dressed,
Was a damsel more than beautiful, who my flaking face caressed.
She said "you've given me my freedom from my prison of the ages.
So I offer wishes numbering three as payment of your wages."
I knew what I desired, I knew what to wish for first,
I said "give drink to all upon this world who now suffer thirst.
But give those thirsty, a love of fellow, more than words upon the lip.
So they offer the bottle to a brother, before they take a sip.
And give those brethren gratitude, to kneel before they swallow
And thank whatevever God they serve for allowing them to follow."
When this was said I realised, my wishes all were spent,
Which was what I knew I'd wanted, from my first intent.
She said "o man, I see you're one, whom God has truly blessed,
So take a drink of water, and lay thee down to rest.
I grant thee freedom from jealousy, from earthly want, from sin.
Accept these gifts as tribute from an Effete of the Green Djinn."
My reason for wishing as I did, to this day seems to flee me,
But nightly as I slumber well, I still dream of Genie.
Copyright © William Kershaw | Year Posted 2010
Can there be beauty in my toes,
Where stubbornly a fungus grows?
I never thought it could be true.
I try to hide it with my shoe.
Its purpose, not yet discovered—
I try hard to keep it covered.
From large toe to the next it spread,
And now I look at both with dread.
It wants to grow against the norm,
My toenail with misshapen form,
Knows the wild ways it wants to grow,
And now it has a mate in tow!
I’ve vowed to make a sacred oath
To kill this hated fungal growth,
But I now see the beauty of
My wayward toes denied of love
Are like the people we might hate
And I’ve learned to appreciate
Diversity against the norm,
Well taught to me through my toes’ form;
That each of us must be unique,
And there’s the beauty that I seek!
As my fungal toe and its mate,
Which I condemned as reprobate,
Conceals within their ugly form,
Their freedom’s right against the norm!
For Hidden Beauty Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015
OUR SHARED DESTINY
Our shared destiny to leave this ruthless world,
shallow existence twisting a mind tangled and twirled.
To heaven went those who could not carry the burden of hate,
through their own desire taking into their hands their fate.
The unsung martyrs with feelings covered by mountains,
and sentiment buried under deep waters, earths fountains.
I went to heaven as did those before me,
to find peace and glory for all to see.
It is the childhood innocence I feel once more,
to have found my peace, the light of heavens holy core.
There is no heartbreak, no anger, no hate, no greed,
at last I have found my condolence for my soul to be freed.
My hearts fulfillment in the spirit of God, Jesus and the Holy ghost,
to cherish heavenly paradise with the ones I love the most.
For contest – I went to Heaven
Sponsored by Laura Urbaniak
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015
Times when families get together,
it can be in Spring, Summer, Fall, or Winter weather.
Days filled with relaxation and rest,
and all the feasting that is only the best.
Days for the enjoyment,
of not having to go to our employment.
A gift for children for as a rule,
it's a day when they don't get up for school.
A time of laughter heard in the trees,
or the aroma of barbecue wafting on the breeze.
Memories of those no longer here,
and all the times they brought us cheer.
When some are thrilled by colorful presents,
but are a better gift because of our family's presence.
The year's gifts of giving,
for us taking part in our daily living.
Nearly upon us again, and they bring us a tear too,
because we love you and wish we could share them with you.
Truly, a present from God above,
presented through His Son, bestowing on us His gracious love.
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015
Seek The Truth Within
We can hope and wish, and wish and pray
We can believe more each new day
Have ideals a hundred miles long
We can speak of love, and sing joys song
Run down war and wish for peace
Serve the poor give folk release
Yet nothing it will change at all
Unless we heed our own soft call
The whisper calls from deep within
It hides behind all worldly din
To find it we must slow the thoughts
Reconsider what we’ve been taught
Find our own truth it’s always there
It’s here and there and everywhere
Ask yourself ‘Who am I really’
Let the answer come out clearly
The story that you play today
It is not you in any way
It’s just a thing that you’ve created
It can be spoke of, and debated
But when you’ve found truth for yourself
Each day for you will fill with wealth
This is the truth that the mystics speak
All you have to do is seek
25 December 2015
Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2015
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
Far as the Politics and this is my voice
Medical Marijuana is the right choice
Even though that road is no longer for me
It serves a purpose and that’s clear to see
Convicts are growers as it thins out the pen
Offering the players a game they can win
It’s true; home invasions may be on the rise
As smoke from the pot fills up our skies
Children of growers will grow up and use
Trying hard to fill up their parent’s shoes
We work, pay taxes, they rake in the cash
Everybody’s looking for some kind of stash
My stash is my daughter she is also my pride
From her there are no actions I would ever hide
There are two little feet that are following me
Eyes as beautiful and innocent as two eyes can be
Those eyes look at me like I’m Robert De Niro
I’m not just her daddy I’m that little girls hero
Because, I made the changes a man makes in life
I made them for my children and also my wife
I’m at the top of my class and like it or not
I wouldn’t be here, sitting around smoking pot
The Lord is my Shepherd my wife is my friend
Each lets me know there are rules I can’t bend
I talked it over with the Lord and my wife
Everything bad comes with that way life
We no longer choose to wear addicts shoes
But you be our guest go right ahead and use
I bear no animosity I will hold no grudge
I may be a Christian but I am no Judge
Aside from all the Politics this is my voice
I know growing pot is not the right choice
Medical Marijuana is an issue that I have
friends on each side of the table. I think
each side has many valid points. i think
it's an issue that will never be resolved
because the two sides see things very
differently. I have far to much to live
for to sit around high. But then again,
who am I to judge.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2010
A heritage no man can sell,
a history no man can tell;
so much we share in Jesus' band,
nothing to fear, in storms we stand.
To lordly things we are kindred,
mansions of gold, pure and sacred;
to endless beam, to saintly streams,
to heaven's gaze and holy hymns.
Our dreams are shaped eternaly
by faith and love in God's alley;
no baser thought our spirit fills,
as we approach heavenly hills.
We who are born of Christ Jesus,
Hallelujah is our chorus;
pilgrims we are, on earth we roam,
yet pressing on to our glorious home.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2013
Blessed with ingenuity, he fought advancing tyranny
That stormed the sea in twenty-three great warships sailing furiously.
That day, October twenty-first, saw Admiral Nelson at his worst,
As cannons roared, while gunners cursed. The times were changed, the tides reversed.
Lord Nelson, as an admiral brave with all his fleet defied the grave,
His native land and king to save:-- his life for freedom's cause he gave.
In but a half a dozen hours he humbled Europe's finest pow'rs,
And toppled Tyranny's highest tow'rs; yet Vict'ry found him crowned with flow'rs,
And not a place the crown to lay, on him, nor all who died that day
In sending Britain's foes away, across the stormy seas of grey.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014
They pollute our waters, the land, the air
They pollute the planet without a care
They kill our friends from down below
As they swim up to say hello
They build weapons to kill each other
They don't respect each race or colour
They try to hunt us in every way
But they cannot find our hideaway
We'll never surface because we fear
We cannot trust the humans here
by Ana Espinola Collins
Copyright © Ana Espinola Collins | Year Posted 2014
Moon dancer, in your petticoats, swirling on the lawn,
dewdrop drinker, night wind stalker, daughter of the dawn.
Castanets coil your fingers, diamonds drape your toes;
not equal, but greater, if with normal juxtaposed.
Beautifully different, a gypsy sort of soul,
one, who out of nothing, music can cajole.
Lightly stepping, ever reaching, walking upon air;
if searching, one will find you climbing heaven's stair.
Don't let the stale world change you; continue to pursue
your dreamy fabrication--living impromptu.
September 28, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
His back meets the cold, wet grass under him,
his eyes meet the blue endless sky hovering over him.
The cigarette from his hand dies out as it meets the sopping grass below
He feels the blood escape his body that now is no longer whole.
As he stares up into the sky,
he thinks of the girl he hated to leave behind.
He thinks of his mother, her tears streaming down,
his father’s proud hand, as it strongly grazed his crown.
He thinks of the men fighting for their life,
He thinks of his enemy, ducking for his life.
He thinks of the reasons war even exists,
Maybe this isn’t the way one should even live.
The sounds of his men approaching feels distant in his ear,
the struggle to save a life is unyielding,
when the bullet cuts through the heart,
there is no weaker feeling.
Slowly the sounds of planes hushes down,
The sounds of gunfire are stifled,
The missiles whistling in the background stop
and all of nature’s sounds just suppress, as they come to a halt.
The men become blurry as his eyes start to freeze,
The body that once fought, now turned to solid ice.
For the last time in his life,
he thinks of the girl he wishes he never left behind.
He thinks of his mother, whose tears will continue to run,
the father’s proud hand, that wont ever touch his son.
In these last few seconds, he does not feel scared,
as he spent this life fighting strongly for his homeland.
Copyright © Jovana Pokrajac | Year Posted 2015
To a tattered-clothed monster, the city of lights looked so dim,
only stone-faced gargoyles never grimmaced at the sight of him,
everyday, with hideous cries of horror, voices rose and rang out,
it may have been his tears running down from the rainspout.
A human creature who can easily fit in with festivals of fools,
his grotesque, deformed face deemed unfit by society's rules,
while this toll reverberates within his ears, until torn apart,
a song, so beautiful, still plays from the depths of his heart.
People turn their gaze skyward to breathtaking cathedral towers,
where a lone, strong back peals the bells to pass by the hours,
a golden melody floats from the heavens to the town below,
his outward gentle nature only the gypsies and peasants know.
At night, he peacefully slumbers with a picturesque view of Paris,
for, in his dreams alone, no one could ever mock or embarrass,
wishes to dance, to taste the cuisine, in this sanctuary are hidden,
still he carries on a hope, a longing, for a freedom forbidden.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat
You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound
You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan
Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame
Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar
That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole
I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand
To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare
Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2012
Copyright © 2013
Politicians' greed seems to hover
Over our lives, a simmering cover
Separation of Church and State?
Satan planned mankind's fate
As in the days of Noah, sin did hover
Over their land like locusts do cover
The faithful do not fret what is hovering
By HIS Blood, the Lord is still covering
Our leaders refuse to make a deal
When enthralled by Satan's Will
Politics, and selfish greed
Failing our Nation's need
Obama-Care, a change that's fair
Or, struggling against Satan's lair?
But, ye faithful remember the heavens hover
Till horns blow clearing clouds that do cover.
edited: 6 Aug 2013 - 8:22pm
25 Sep 2013 - 8:13pm
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013
Way back then when I was ten
Oh gosh how easy life was then
No work to do and no bills to pay
It’s a shame aged ten we cannot stay!
We’d climb up trees and skin our knees
Run around the fields in the cooling breeze
I could play safely outdoors without a single care
Have picnics in the park with lots of food to share
I was friendly with lots of the local girls and boys
Our garden shed was our ‘HQ’ we made lots of noise!
We would ride our bikes and play for hours
Go on nature walks and pick daisy flowers
I would paddle in the brook, as I didn’t swim
I was always very careful that I didn’t fall in!
I wish I could turn back time to those carefree days
Life was so much simpler then in oh so many ways
Contest: Way Back Then When I Was ten
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
When life’s traffic yearns for wanton climb,
I unleash as a gypsy of summertime.
What Makes You Tick Contest: Serene Roberts
by nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013
Salutations Soupers! I am told this is not a political forum.
Why is my poetry-poesy in decorum?
April 18, 2014
Single Couplet End Rhyme
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
Everything in this world deserves a chance to live,
but in the real world some would rather take then give.
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
Too many innocent angels have been taken away,
then more innocent are left to wonder why and pray.
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
What makes some people think they are better then me,
God created us all equal and his son set us free.
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
Children are killing children there is no excuse,
and it is never right to say I win,you lose.
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
We will never understand the evil that we see,
when there is no difference between you and me.
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
I pray that one day we can dance the same dance,
but until that day comes,
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE
written June 10,2013 for Give Peace a Chance contest
Copyright © Colleen Bono | Year Posted 2013
You do not need the gods to be great,
feast not on the seeds of false fate.
Soar to the skies, sit at the shore of destiny,
tomorrow belongs to hope and harmony:
harmony of faith in the field of fears
and trust in the terrain of terrible tears.
Let us woo wisdom in a world of worries,
tommorow is a mansion of mysteries.
You do not need the gods to be great,
treasure each moment, tomorrow will wait.
Sit not on life's throne of thraldom,
we are slaves sold to the fold of freedom.
Bitter is the root of reality, taste the truth;
life will bow down to a dogged youth.
We do not need the gods to be great,
cowards are people without a common plate.
Where love is lost, life is imprisoned;
wars of woes will get salted and seasoned.
Look not behind, it is the hall of history,
before you lies the mountain of mystery.
Look not around, it is decked with distraction;
look within and plunge into the pool of passion.
The gods are dead,
they know not what lies ahead.
Ask not for rain when there are no seeds,
feed not your fate with dead deeds.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2014
My Ode to the Netherlands
White water lilies picked for Verlena in Friesland.
The Dutch Republic is over a century old.
We are there during autumn.
Flowers are everywhere.
The sunflower fields
Yellow and brown profound the canvas
To visit the Domtower is a climb.
Utrecht is a trek.
An ode comes to mind…
Dutch greetings we say…
Dutch greetings we say,
in the land of Friesland today.
Our home is our joy.
We are logical people and not emotional.
We are expressive in our thoughts.
Call us opinionates, if you want.
Dutch greetings we say to all!
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse
Contest Name: Your ode to 'my' Netherlands and/or 'my' Friesland
Date of Entry: March 29, 2014
Date Written: March 29, 2014
~Elly, happy birthday... This is two forms in one poem. The couplet and the irregular ode.
Best wishes and hopefully, this is not to much.~:)s
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
my horse runs freely wild my curls run like a river's child into mad battle run arror spear gun through his shirt blood did not run until they came for the Gold hills to run his horse once more freely to fulfill as by his own blood his runs betrayed a spirit quenched by a greedy stave
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
Anger and pain,
Whole worlds suffer
Yet none may gain.
Strife without end,
Mankind’s in the dust
Death comes as a friend.
Copyright © May Fenn | Year Posted 2015
Is our American Nation, now the new frontier
by accepting All People that seek work and life here
I understand technology has shrunken this world
Did the Rights of Citizens shrink, as our flag unfurled
It seems that the loudest voices that you hear today
All cater to self interest, while trying to lead America astray
"We the People" does it still mean Citizens have the Voice
To decide what is best for America, We The People Make The Choice
When big money and interests from outside these states
Try to dictate Our Future, by buying people to act as mates
Remember the words shouted by Paul Revere on his ride
Listen to the cries from our ancestors as they seek to divide
When limits are the only solutions and if bans become fact
Citizens think for yourself, what you lose, and judge the impact
If our States Rights are limited, to a path by government as planned
It's our ancestors battles, blood and voices that put a vote in your hand
We can Teach All The Children of whats right and whats wrong
To pray, Trust in God, the value of family and how to belong
We have been leaving teaching to others to seek and accumulate wealth
Without thinking coins can't buy an Angel or protect children's mental health
Their are so many different answers That We All Need To Discuss,
so cut those puppet strings, start thinking, instead of riding the bus
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2013
Retook a relationship,
With an old friend, chip.
Bought lots of new clothes,
There weren’t any woes.
Became a vegetarian,
Not an authoritarian.
Got back to YouTube,
More of the mind cube.
Wrote evolution essay,
Not creationism heavy.
Wrote about my brother,
Who was often my other.
Contacted a technology OT,
I’m not special blatantly.
Downloaded a course,
Won’t become hoarse.
Wrote lots of poetry,
Not ashamed, openly.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016
Throughout the years of bars and fences, several things kept me from falling
My Faith in God, My Mom, My Writing...and, that Freedom Was Always Calling
The nightmare started in "93", shipped off to do a second bid
I knew my mother was hurting deeply from all of the pain her silence hid
Downstate was another dagger, the lonely days, the nights, the "Draft"
In times of peace the seagulls shrieking...and, I could have sworn at me they laughed
Then came Green Haven/the pain continued; those forty months in just a cell
Abundant vermin, to live determined...where most Co's were scarred as well
College courses would keep me focused, mixing with others who sought degrees
To be well rounded my reading varied from Og Mandino to Sophocles
All was good, then times grew darker, by "95" my health had waned
Some forsook me while others wondered how my Trust in God remained
On bended knees I prayed this daily..."Not my will be done, but thine"
Then I was showed One set of "Footprints" which I knew could not be mine
Deliverance came, yes things got better; I thought my sorrows were finally gone
Until I left to live in Fishkill, which in truth was Matteawan
Intellectually I was their equal, they had no choice, but to grin and bear it
For, I knew their books, their words, their history...and many things deemed esoteric
Bogus tickets, the box, harassment, they thought I'd fold from all the stress
Still, what would I be if I didn't suffer?...a spineless man who acquiesced
People have asked me how I survived it, a prison life sometimes appalling
I inhaled deeply, and finally told them...That Freedom Was Always Calling
Freedom Was Always Calling by Poetiq1der aka Don Simmons
Copyright © Don Simmons | Year Posted 2014
Reflection of a past is lingering in mind
Illegal was religion and Gods were not so kind
So THEY demolished faith, put Churches upside down
and built a monster palace for a self-elected clown
As I kneel softly, slowly, on rootless Nature's beauty
To quench my thirst for Freedom hindsight's my heart's duty
To pray for souls of parents as they rest on roots of love
I clean my face with water, drink Freedom like a dove...
Copyright © iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010
Contemplating world condition
seems like a science fiction.
Putin playing Dr. Strangelove
long range bombers above.
Even America has a role
some long ago foretold.
Now, Mars seems nice
better than Earth's ice.
Nations rebuilding their military
coming invasions look scary.
Even ISIL rapidly popped up
causing more chaos to erupt.
The world stage is being set
these catastrophic threats.
So, who is he
we all hear to be?
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2014
Everytime i think i am hiding
hiding from experience
the thought flow forever blinding
captive in its omnipresence
certain paths have no finding
beware of any convergence
a rigid view forever binding.
Seek to witness truth in beauty
witness the beauty in truth
a bite of apple can prove fruity
each natural chunk holds proof
change perception alter reality
experience the magnitude of truth
don’t assert the definition of congeniality.
Copyright © Lance Lawlor | Year Posted 2008