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Person of Colour

Person of colour is coherently germane,
He is never insane.

Some things about this person of colour may seem strange,
He is simple and he is yet to engage.

This person of colour loves the critics,
It is from them, he ticks.

This person of colour is natural,
And so, he is not a trial.

This person of colour loves to exchange
Ideas beyond his range.

This person of colour loves keyboard,
Tis with this he comes on board.

This person of colour is a charcoal- a black beauty.
This person of colour is me.

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Thats a sin

A whole new twist to the same old story
Evil scientist in their laboratories
Creating monsters that live in the night
I often reflect on mankind's plight
As mankind drifts further from his soul
We seek things to fill the hole
The path of lies forever bends
Truth is straight and narrow my friends
As I see it getting bent in every way
I simply find myself compelled to pray
What will become of our sons and daughters
Will their souls be led to slaughter
As scientist seek out another way
To disprove what the bible has to say
Trillions spent in search of a ghost
Another theory of true reproach
Rainbow stars now fill the skies
I wonder what is hidden inside their lies
We can now place a robot up on Mars
But can't help the drunk at the local bar
Trillions more spent on a new space station
But we can't feed the hungry right here in our nation
Seems to me before we go further conquering space
We should maybe try to help out the human race
Our quest for knowledge has drove us insane
We are now so smart we don't use our brain
Our nation was founded "In God We Trust"
Our government says "Let it be covered in dust"
Even this lowly creature up out of the pen
Knows in his heart that thats a sin

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A Bag of Popcorn

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I just won a prize
I replied, well I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

When you have a past like mine
My today is always bright
There is no better feeling on earth
Than the joy of doing right

I may be an old man on a cane
My heart is skipping along
I learned to embrace the meaning
Life is a beautiful song

True life has its ups and downs
There’ll be forks in the road
With a smile I’ll stop for a while
Help you with your load

I had me a bag of popcorn today
It tasted exceptionally good
In fact, I will go as far as to say
Better then it probably should

For years, I had a guard in the pen
Popped him a bag each night
Then he would simply throw it away
His twisted little delight

He knew, it was those little things
Ate at our heart and soul
Movie with the wife Friday night
Popcorn in the bowl

I had a bag of popcorn today
Wife sitting at my side
I had a smile, which lasted awhile
One I could not hide

They ask me why I’m so happy
Asking me, if I won a prize
I replied, I reckon I did
Today is a wonderful surprise

For some reason today I was thinking about C.O. Talbert and
how he would pop a bag of popcorn even though he didn't eat
popcorn. He did it just because he knew it would make everyone
want some. I always felt sorry for him. His life must have been
very disappointing. The moral here: when you learn to appreciate
the little things in life your popcorn will taste a whole lot better. 

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To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you

Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest

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A Few Years Back

Is that your son by his mother's side?
When he calls you daddy, do you beam with pride?
Are you building memories of a lifetime, Jack?
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.

Is that your little girl?  Would you stop for a while?
Been quite some time since I saw a child smile
A few basic needs are all I lack
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.

Please talk to me. Don't pass me by.
Sometimes when I'm alone I cry
Got what's left of my life in an old sack
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.

How's your job? Are you seeing new faces?
Climbing the ladder and going places.
Approaching the top. You're right on track
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.

I bet your home is nice, on a manicured lot
Now a cardboard box is all I got
I had it all then I watched it crack
You're a lot like me----------a few years back.

My body hurts,  and my hands, they shake
Life is about the choices we make
Freight train's coming, guess I ought to pack.
You're a lot like me---------a few years back.

                                      Vince Suzadail Jr.

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The Prophet's Song

In relation to deliberation on this poetry nation
A writer is he as clever as can be, lures you to he

With stories of writers he fashions with words
Encrypted solutions to be read to be heard

This newbie of writers who has arrived on our shores
Gathers driftwood for his writing hoard

In clever approach in his delightful encroach
He mixes in the mix, for its against him to poach

His verse is so free it gains respect of the wind
It resonates desires to be read and unwound

His name deciphered, the destroyer of poetry
This writer so cute, knows who he wants to be

This mask he has chosen is entirely his voice
To remove and become, is basically, simply his choice

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If You Are The Ocean...

If you are the ocean, then I am the mist
which kisses the morning the way children kissed
their mother at breakfast to start a new day
If you are the ocean, then anchors aweigh
We'll sail through the evening and on to the light
The daystar is dawning, we'll keep to the right
like Peter and Wendy to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever and touch every shore
If you are the ocean, come wash me away
to some misty morning and there we will play
on beaches you've loved all your lovely life long
If you are the ocean, then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures and I'll have to say
If you are the ocean, come wash me away...

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I was a bright, outgoing boy, who sat at the front of the class.
Then, one day that all changed, i feared to even raise my hand for a pass.

I had many close friends, loved sports and school plays.
Then on that day fear beset me, and long gone were those days.

I remember my school, i knew it inside and out.
But now i have blank spots, certain things i've shut out.

Thanks to God and His mercy, i don't recall that foul act.
But i know that it happened, no doubt, that's a fact.

Now, to the person who did this, i have nothing to say.
But, my God will remember, and He'll get you someday!

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Erin Go Bragh

At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands
The home of such creative hands

Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.

On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a long while.

As sun poured through the misty sky
Shedding warmth with its golden eye,

I stood beside the lough in awe
At dancing diamonds that I saw

Near Connemara’s tall twelve bens 
O’er lands of ancient souls that wends.

I sense their haunting watchful eyes
And feel my roots where rivers rise.

I hear the voices lost at sea,
They echo on eternally;

As with the thousands who took flight
During the worst potato blight.

Their sadness streams across the seas
Where most souls died with unheard pleas.

Those sad and tragic days long past,
And Erin’s joys returned at last

To verdant Lee and sandy shores
To music heard across the moors,

To people with the kindest hearts
Is what this isle to me imparts.

© 2013 

*Erin go bragh means Ireland Forever
*lough means a lake
*Ben means Irish, a mountain peak

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The Mightiest of Poet's Still

Hark! The mighty sage’s quill,
Leaves remnants of genius, still.
Reminding me of richer days,
Where wines could really come to age;
And gods among the people dwelled,
In works of master poet’s felled.
Where aerie tales and thoughts of fancy,
Awaken something everlasting.
The faded thoughts of vestments tore,
Through mournful tales of days of yore.
I bore inquisitive insight,
To mouth a masterpiece delight;
Reciting thoughts from Edgar Poe,
In poetry and foul-like prose.
And as I muttered, “Nevermore”,
I pondered on his lost Lenore;
A femme who captivated thought,
His inspiration to the plot.
And in his wording wizardry,
So haunted by his imagery,
Moves me to expound wanton lyrics
To every soul who dares to hear it.
And with immense humility --
No pen shall cite as good as he.

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Whilst the Clock Ticks

Whilst the clock ticks, appear memories of her past For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts Would it be the one from old, or the one from her recent past For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts Many words were shared, to the future forget the past For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts Whilst the clock ticks, reality now met her past For three faces she owned, it's the older one that lasts *~*

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Girth Control

When you make your wife into a baby machine
You can’t complain there’s not enough food to eat

I mean, what were you thinking with ten kids to feed? 
Food would fall from the sky? Rain eggs, bread, or meat?

You had to have known, say by three kids or four,
That you would eventually need MORE food than before

Don’t act like you’re stupid, it’s plain to see
That what you really wanted, was a sex machine 

Damn the consequences, the babies that came
Who cares if they starve? Certainly you’re not to blame

10/17/11 - posted 4/4/12
Susan Burch

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A telephone that seldom rings
So many songs I never sing
I open the door, but no ones there
Where are all the people who say they care
The world outside keeps going by
As I look out the window and try not to cry
Where did all the people go?
The ones I love, I miss them so
Long days turn into night
It's oh so lonely till early morning light
If I could only be what I used to be
I know how proud you'd be of me
But only then do I realize
The lord is very very close by
Then as I wipe away a tear from my eye
I hear him say, my child do not cry
And then I'm happy like I used to be
Because I know he's here for me

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Greater Love

Greater Love

I shivered and watched him as the snow fell 
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!

Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.

       This complex multiple of nature lives
       In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!

Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!

Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.

       Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
       Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.

Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.

Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.

       A donor card was his only ID.
       No name--just a wish--was all they could see.

Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."

deborah burch©

*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"

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2012 resolution Vol 3

Another fresh year is here, I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear. I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest, and give the people around me nothing but the best. I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations, and work hard towards mending broken relations. I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear, and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear. I would love to make an effort to be a good friend, to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end. I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving, and spend more time in loving. I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous, and speak only the truth and for that be courageous. I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly, and cover them all with feelings that are friendly. I would love to learn to be sensitive, and towards others be open and receptive. I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me, and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see. I would love to learn to be content about all I have received, and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived. I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees, and work to help out for carbon emission decrease. I would love to learn to be unforgiving, and be more tolerant and caring. I would love to right some of my wrongs, and be true to myself and hum joyous songs. Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude, and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.

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If I Were To Work a Miracle

If I were to work a miracle I know what it would be
In selfish quest I'd ask to grow in someone's company

Then we could prosper sharing precious moments in life
If I could have the same children, I'd pray she would be my wife

I would treasure the ground she walks on, in joyous harmony
For before I requested this miracle, she opened my eyes to see

Many things we share, architecture and music are two
There's history and geography, she says binds me and you

But it's the music that cements us, especially with Queen
If I were to work a miracle, then this would be my dream

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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day

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He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray

No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat

She should have followed him
But life grabbed her instead
Who is to say what’s better
The living or the dead

Each day as sun drew low
She tossed a glass of wine
Lolled on the white porch swing
And took a dip through time
His shadow found her then
She touched his rugged face
It emphasized the fact
No one would take his place

And though she craved wild nights--
Cold loneliness was cruel--
she lived her life alone
becoming no man's fool.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/30/12  ©

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That Girl in the Dress

Finally I've made it to paradise, surrounded by the sea
Tranquil blues in shadow, are what it's peripherals be

White buildings reflect the sun, an image I'll never forget
To watch our sun disappear, the most beautiful of sunsets

Whilst the night comes down, such beauty continues to be
My eyes now in capture, to the sight that confronts me

She stands in proud like stance, a lady unknown to thee
Tanned, so beautiful I witness, impressed my eyes do see

Torso shaped with black, white lace adorns it's low
It's the she that wears it's colours, that makes it's beauty flow

Hair of dark curls hang, like the "Gardens of Babylon"
Flavours of life emanate, my heart appears in throng

As I sit here in La Ola, on paradise by the sea
It's where I witnessed that girl in the dress, captured, I am thee

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How To Fix A Broken Heart

Superglue won’t do it, neither will flour paste glue, PVA is useless, and Araldite is too. A broken heart cannot be stitched together, And Gaffer tape doesn’t last forever. How do you mend a broken heart? Broken by a friend or lover that had to part. Time they say is what heals best, But until then there's a hole inside your chest. A broken heart cannot be mended, remember it’s not a toy. Always try to look after it and not give it to ANY girl or boy. Love and time is what is needed, to mend a broken heart So hold on tightly to your loves, so they never need depart.
How to Fix a Broken Heart by: Mandy Tams~GG~

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Civil War

This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands

To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes

Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread

It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears

Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun

Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last

Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist

Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies  

I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts

For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve

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Eyes of a Child

Looking all around me and becoming more aware,
Of the people and surroundings at which many children stare.

I come to terms and realize the acts of hate I see,
And now I fear that this same scene will soon envelope me.

Walking on a lonesome road, though crowded it may seem,
I pass through silent hordes of people hushing silent screams.

Beside me standing hand-in-hand, older man and wife,
I wonder if they thought like me, what happened to their life.

I reminisce now further back before these broken days,
A time of wasting food and drink and dressing different ways.

But now we all look just alike in tattered grays and browns,
Drifting through these damaged streets and sporting matching frowns.

I thought we'd left the two world wars and poverty behind,
To linger in our broken books and fill an older time.

A time where death would cloud the world with sorrow and disease,
And fear would plant itself within the innocent with ease.

This made me think and look around for Noah and his arc,
And for the first time since the night I heard a flustered lark.

I quickly turned around to spot within a child's hands,
An injured bird whose time had brought it here from other lands.

The child stole a piece of thread from a redbreast robin's nest,
And wrapped around the ailing bird a splint so it could rest.

An hour past the lark took flight and answered to the wild;
The only resting place of hope is in the bright eyes of a child.

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Spirit of Chantel Noel

The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,

She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.

But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,

The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,

Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?

She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,

But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.

Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.

And  ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.

God bless you Chantel.

     This  is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
 The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
     Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne

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How do you like your eggs in the morning?

Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean
there is something comforting about routine.
Knowing where you stand and the order of play,
knowing what to expect at every point in your day.
Living to a schedule, everything has it’s time and place -
knowing the slots you have free for any plans you need to make.

Wardrobe colour-coded, in garment order.
Wallpaper with a matching border.
Appointments at ten to, five to, on the dot.
Check, double-check, the doors are locked.
Yellow ball, green ball then pot the brown.
Big box, little box, upside down.

I like to gaze into the sky and dream, of an afternoon.
Relaxing. Like the scent of a chaste tree, when in bloom.
A cold glass of lemonade, a long and foamy bath,
humming along to the radio, a love that warms the heart.
Reading the Sunday paper, and making it an event,
the delightful things the kids say, things only they could invent.

His reputation precedes him: a disruptive, class clown.
Never completes his work, he’s always mucking around.
A big-mouth, show-off with far too much to say:
He asks if I ever considered teaching him in a different way.
‘A physical learner’ - he’s heard about it on the news.
There could be something in it…but I’ve far too much to do.

Cars whiz about, people in a hurry.
“I’ve waited over an hour for my curry.”
Twenty four seven lifestyle, word abbreviation.
Text message becoming the preferred means of communication.
Everybody rushing, to keep on schedule, to maintain status quo.
Everyone a cog in the system: You’re whipped, if you don’t row.

Seamless is the transition between asleep and awake,
when you just let it happen, not worry about being late.
An unrushed project results in a rewarding prize:
taking your time meant you got it right.
So bin the itinerary, flout the rules,
just for once why don‘t you try something new?

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Re-found Visiting Qualicum Beach

We met a few years ago, then suddenly you were gone
We danced the very last dance to our favourite song

Happenings in our lives took control of our tomorrows
That evening when you walked away, filled my heart with sorrow
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When I heard the telephone ring, I answered and you were there
And we spoke of the past few years, these years we could have shared

The time flew by when we talked, sharing our pasts to date
When you said you'd like to meet up again, my heart just couldn't wait
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When I picked you up from the Airport, you hadn't changed at all
Six foot plus with sky blue eyes, still leaving me enthralled

We settled into our night for tomorrows journey we'll make
To a rented cottage so idyllically set, down by the lake
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The morning came so fast as we set of on our trip
Again going over the years, picturing like a movie clip

Our destination now reached, refreshed we head for a meal
At a restaurant overlooking the lake, our pasts begin to seal
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Back to the cottage we go, as you gently take my hand
So dreamy under the full moon, is this what fate had planned

You play our favourite song, the one we danced to so long ago
As you take me in your arms, something in me flows
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We look into each others eyes as you ruffle my long blond hair
I see desire looking back from your manly sky blue stare

Slowly we discard our clothes as you lay me on the bed
Adventurous discovering hands declare our minds well read
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Our passion resonates, excitement fills the air
Years of catching up in delightful bodily share

We awaken in the morning, spooned within my reach
Our love has been reborn, re-found visiting Qualicum Beach

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When the air becomes visible - rainbows

The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron shrine and fruits to bare
The wind that strokes and blows through hair 
On top-down journeys come to pause
And settle howls with loud applause
Before acceding way too fast
They leave a trail that sprouts from past
Of flitter flatters in delight
And pitter patters out of sight
Extending dreams as arms beseech
To touch the always out of reach
Parting ways, they kiss goodnight
Before the lips close way too tight
The watermarks miraged for miles
With poppy sighs and angel smiles
A substance of the rarest rare
The healing voice of hearts that care
The silver clouds left in its wake
Remain untouched for heaven’s sake
It can’t be met from anywhere
But viewed to share the secret stare
and ponder why it’s so reborn
Transparent in its naked form  
It paints the sky with gold perhaps
For all to drink from natures tap
The air contains the future’s plot
Seen at times, at others not 
It’s written in the stars you see
Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key
Failure amidst surrounds of air
That doesn’t mean love isn’t there

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As the Earth Revolves Around

Outside stars sparkle while daffodils await the morning sun.
Crickets sing their cheery song hoping for a night of fun.

Roosters and hens sleep hidden, snuggled in branches of trees.
Owls are awake, looking around, feathers ruffled in the breeze.

Inside, folks are fast asleep without a sound or a peep.
The sun is on the other side, warming the shepherds’ sheep.

Around the world people love and hate, it happens here and there.
Let us turn our hearts to peace; show tolerance everywhere.

Let us set aside our greed and use only what we need.
Let replenishment be man’s rule of thumb…please, God speed-

Value thrives in the soul of a man, not in what he “owns”.
Wisdom holds the key to love and to the Creator’s throne.

The heavens shine a warming glow; it does not hesitate.
Likewise let us show forth love and bring earth’s peaceful state.

Before the daffodils look up, let us end hate’s bitter cup.
Love one another around the world…God’s creatures…waking up.

When the night sky sparkles each star as earth revolves around.
May wisdom fill the heart of men and peace on earth abound. 

© March 26, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold

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He lives with her and says for sure, that's where he wants to be.
A lovely wife, who hides her strife, how attractive; Not to me.

Though she did stray, he chose to stay, defending love unkind.
He claims success, when it's a mess; A delusion of the mind.

He comes to me for I am free, my mind and soul complete.
I do not reflect; I have self respect and can't settle for defeat.

It's hard to say why he won't stay, perhaps I'm just to real.
He can't fool me, for I can see beyond ones fake appeal.

He will not leave though, she'll deceive and hide behind her fear.
It's way too late to close that gate; He would rather die than veer.

There was a time it crossed my mind, he'd choose this maiden fair.
This is me, miss reality, and he's not going anywhere.

Although I know that time will show, mistakes burn deep, ask me?
For I've been there without passions flare, and I lived in misery.

At least I know I'm not a show, but it seems that's what they crave.
A challenge, please! I'll never tease and you can mark that on my grave!

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What  time is this
Where once we wait
Whilst questions stir up great debate
Upon this place a storm doth brew
Encroaching in on me and you
To make a stand or make a choice
Have a heart and have a voice
Be not thee fooled by lovely lies
Made to keep well in disguise
A truth thus far which few have seen
Veiled behind some wicked scene
Know what we are and why we’re here
Be not thee bound by useless fear
For power lies in focus held
In knowledge found and wisdom felt
Creative thought shall be the key
Unraveling untold mysteries
With hence unknown abilities
Bestowed with light we’ve yet to see
Transform a world of pain and hate
Into grandest dreams create
This time, this place 
No more we wait
Through storms of violence, fear and hate
The very catalyst we need 
To know the truth which sets us free

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The Black Sheep

Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.

Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.

Others recede into bad habits - shirking from every challenge,
placing emphasis on ignoring responsibilities; yet expecting a life that’s lavish.

So it’s hardly surprising when their dreams fall by the wayside,
having taken the easy road too often, they’re fighting against a landslide
to recuperate what was lost, or rather thrown away by being lax and care-free,
they’ve imposed upon themselves a limit, as to what they can achieve.

Armed with the powerful weapon of fore-sight, I clawed myself out of the rut,
but it’s little consolation for having to watch my friends get stuck.
Trying to avoid a patronising tone, I conceal myself into anonymity -
uninspired by foolish games, approaching every overture with timidity.

Wanting to tell them to change, to realise their mistakes,
but sometimes things are hardest to see when they stare you in the face.
It’s their life to live, and do so how they wish -
I just pray they realise: there’s more to it then “getting pissed”.

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God's Concrete Poetry/Art

Man is an excellent work of God---
His visual poetry or art, out of mud.

Being one of God’s many creations;
Man must not forget his obligations.

Thou, man know God’s everywhere;
And yet, he does not bother to care.

Either man lives by God’s command,
Or, he will not live in a promise land.  

Man must take this into consideration,
If indeed his heart craves for salvation.

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Turtle Talk

Hop right on my back
turtle slow and green skinned bark
A journey to tag every bit left of nature
it's something I know that you can't help but do...

We'll pass up the river here soon on the right
The fish live in bubbles and cry in the night
You'll catch them with words that you've wanted to say
I'll take you there now but can't show you the way
Then we'll pass Jaw Dropping Junction and Turn
where the fork in the forest continues to burn
You'll see every mother who's lost every child
Prepare yourself now, for the fires gone wild
We'll take a left there (Watch your eyes in the smoke)
to the plateau of kindness where someone once spoke
and commenced planting saplings, to bridge to the moon
We'll reach there by morning, or latest, by noon
We'll dine with the remnants of Frick and of Frack
(the tribe of white elephant twins and their pack)
They'll trumpet of oceans gone under the sea
They'll laugh when I tell them that they can be free
For they have been sentinels long since the fire
and they'll not give up, or saunter, or tire
They hold great conferences up in Malloo
where they talk about me and they talk about you
Perhaps every human, who sets out to trod
by the skin of his birth, with no notion to laud
the immeasurable gift of all animal kin
should consider these words, somewhere deep there within:
The animals know us - they know every name
and they'd never destroy us, though we'd do the same
But one day, we'll pay for each folly and crime
with an internal conscience, do plenty hard time
One look at an orphan, grasping for breath
One ocean in oil, polluted with death
will break us with feeling and kill us in kind
for think of this thought, somewhere deep in your mind:
We're breathing the air that the animals breathe.
We take and we take and they hardly receive.
The clocks winding down and we've something to do
and that something begins here with me and with you

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Do Puppets Fall?

                   Do puppets fall

        or can they stand,

on their two feet,

         without a hand,

to hold them high

         above their fear?

I think I can............

                    unhand me Dear.

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I can’t remember everything, I can’t recall my birth
Aimlessly I wonder what my goal is here on earth
The prospects here are wide and vast, I seek my very cause
I’m switched on at the crack of dawn and dusk is when I pause
Deflated and depleted, I ponder then I do
Believe what I was programmed to, replaced by versions new
Existing just for mere research, experiment I am
My life “To let”, “for sale”, “for rent”; in shambles or a sham
Emotions first uploaded or rebooted and erased
Remote controlled with batteries recharged at every phase
Mirrored in an image, then observed through looking glass
My Father and Creator notes down everything that’s passed
Today I conquered obstacles according to the plan
One virus might turn bad to worst within outdated brand
If circuits fry a terminating prospect is abrupt
A live or die for me could mean abort or self-destruct
When all the data’s gathered and my purpose here is lost
The switch will flip, I’ll power down, repaired at extra cost
Core of bone covered with flesh, diverting all suspicion
That I was cloned and molded to a Master’s rendition

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The Addict

They live in a war zone, battling, absent of pause, While seeking from within some exonerating cause; Their existence is no more than one breath on a string, They squint at the carnage, their war's sure to bring. Having no distant future for the moment they exist, All because of some substance free wills can't resist. While their string continues their brains do so fry, It has made drugs our problem a fact we can't deny.

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His freak flag is still out there flying; He never has put it down;
Hope for peace and power to the people; will stay with him; as long as He’s around.

People make remarks about it; and act like they don’t care;
 But he bets some wish it was; those days of flowers and flowing hair.

Everybody’s joining up; with the popular opinions;
And persecuting those who chose; not to live in there dominion.

Is this the new reality; if you wear it you can own it;
Or is reality only that which is; convenient for the moment?

Today He pulled his music out; and played some old time tunes;
Savoy Brown, Electric Flag and the dark side of the moon.

Now here we are with newer days; and we still can’t ban the bomb;
How long before the words “we trust in God” from money will be gone?

Oh yeah He trusts; He trust that Standard oil still pays no taxes;
And when put to the forefront most of us; will claim that all’s well when they ask us.

Then again somebody could wind up dead; stranger things have happened you know.
John's dead so is Bobby, Martin too; and all the witness at the grassy knoll.

Need attention, hell yes; He’s looking for anyone who really is paying attention;
And not too busy living out life’s negative contentions.

Black power, women rule, east side, west side; but we the people; grow pale
  We’re living in a type of matrix telling us not to pass go but go straight to jail.

Oh your pardon, you’ve never been behind bars; bars don’t make the prison you see;
If you take a closer look; you might notice your choices really aren’t that free
Tell him the answer to this; why are we always making people do things our way;
Does this country really try to liberate; or just make a junior U.S.A.?

I’ll tell you what he thinks; we’re to busy trying to survive to bother with injustices;
He thinks that’s how the bureaucrats want it; and he supposes that’s just how it is.

What are you going to do cry; that don’t help; Get violent, that’s not a good deal;
There isn’t anything to do as far as he can see; so give it a break just keep it real.

We the people aren’t happening anymore; that just isn’t nice thing to face now is it?
Who knows, move to Canada maybe; as far as him hoping though; that He’ll never quit

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Will she go home?

  His life proceeded as before
even though she left his door
he still got up at half past seven
ate his gruel and prayed to heaven

 he still went out to plow the fields
and calculated all the yields
from cows and chicks and eggs that hatched
he mended fences,wove the thatch
that roofed his hut in from the cold

but subtle changes could be told
he used to sing the cows back home
and whistle when he was alone
he brought her daisies every night
but now they wilted in his sight

his hair turned ashen and his eyes
paled their  blue to winter skies
a tremor started in his hands
he wrote her name out in the sands

out beside the garden gate
and on that night
she chanced to wait
deciding  love beneath the pines
and there behold she saw these lines...

"she left because I would not say 
the words I'm writing here today,
        I love you
seems so very small,
   for when she left
   she took my all."

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Beethoven's Lost Composition

"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody mastery started to play
First all the strings, then came the percussion
Brass building stamina, with no discussion
Drums most determined and then all at once
the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt
Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time
Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme
Bass like a heart beat moving the air
all in the blink of an eye, I was there.
My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright
all concentrating on motion, on flight
After they slowed I beamed with devotion
and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation
I've packed solidarity into my chest
to tell you this story, to truly impress
for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head"

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Be the Salt

Don't carry the dead back home
Leave them better left alone
Time will come to face those fears
Now your debts are in arrears
Grab the living by the hand
Tell them you still have a plan
Even beggarly and small
somehow rise above it all
Be the salt and not the dross
Claim the win and not the loss
Someone needs you to be strong
Fake it, make it right or wrong
"Till you really reach the place
where you learn to turn your face
to the only one who knows
how your inner garden grows.

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In A TIme

In a world filled with lust and sin,
People knock, but can't get in.

There is no right, and there's no wrong.
There's no perserverance to carry on.

There's no happiness, and there is no sorrow.
Folks look forward, but not to tomorrow.

Uncertaincy grips you as you proceed with caution.
Victories are won, but not very often.

Now is the time of broken hearts,
When folks move on, and don't get very far.

Where you want to hope, you dare to dream,
And everything in life is more than it seems.

A time in life of missed opportunities and lost chances.
Where people no longer believe in "love," or "romances."

The world once known has come to an end,
And a 'new,' less appealing one is about to begin. 

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the Kiss of Chaos

    The kiss of chaos
chaotic kisses,
what a gaudy
Tiny increments
of change,
lick your lips
and rearrange,
and atoms
with a random love
at large.

met you in a laundromat
feeling old and feeling fat
kissed you on a daring whim
chaos dancing on the brim,
of a mouth 
in my dreams and just 

Kiss of chaos,
random acts
chaotic facts
stack the cards and
tilt the game,
I just relit
an old

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A skin peel

The thorougher the skin peel, 
the stronger the sex apeal.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Living the Dream

My nightmare is so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.

Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)

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Your History (COUPLET)

Your History. Your 
Full Mystery. Your 

Slave Name. Your 
True Shame. Your 

Mixed Race. Your 
Mislaid Trace. Your 

Earth Fallen. Your 
Birth Stolen. Your 

New Voice. Your 
Bad Choice. Your 

Shame Rain. Your 
Rage Strain. Your 

Heart Torn. Your 
Pain Born. Your 

Awful Dream. Your 
Africa Scream. Your 

Ugly Night. Your 
Rising Bright Light 

June 07, 2005

By Mohlouoa Ntsasa

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Acts Unkind

Through my lifetime I have seen
too many things that are obscene
injustice hate all things unkind
the more I live the more I find
for all these things there is no use
they are all brothers to abuse
the deviation from what's right
with countless victims of this plight
in endless ways they're torn apart
by wrong that's in anothers heart
the twisted deeds that plague mankind
that damage body heart and mind
the slaughter of the innocent
this is where my anger's spent
judging mocking vicious lies
evil acts that compromise
things no one should ever see
the ugliness of cruelty
designed to cause anothers pain
these are the things that I disdain

Inspired by Michael Degenhardt's Whats Got Your Goat contest

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2 humans 2 hearts And 1 love

Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person. 
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before.  After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious. 
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
Boy… congratulations 
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams. 

Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like. 
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend…  ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner. 
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.    
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him.  Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim. 
 Now they know each other and they love each other a lot.  She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves. 
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....

I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.

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Mirror Image

Lines carved on ageing face

Skin starved of youthful grace

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Lately this words use exploded, depicting life on earth
with men killing mankind, a dearth of sanity and mirth

men, women children fall victim to some insane minds
who use bombs, bullets and bodies, one word reminds

The word, Terrorists, sickness of a weak, insane mind 
Use fear, panic as a means to instill ideas in mankind

Nations can ban bullets, explosives, chemicals, guns
If insanity in man isn't faced, we will bury our loved ones

Fifty years ago we closed institutions, "they will be OK"
Now, use terror, fear, to bully and kill innocents to sway

Transcend greed and power, for amended mental health
Appease craziness, make child and health care stealth

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In My Perfect World

In my perfect world let me ponder my thoughts
And tell you what should be, a world that's not fraught

To live side by side all colours and race
Before we implode and forever loose face

Protect all our children as they are our world's tomorrow
Appease their hurt and diminish their sorrows

Determine a sentence if your prepared to take life
Why should you live and leave others in strife

If the punishment declares that you live behind bars
Innocent animals are caged they never left any scars

Curtail the conglomerates who believe they are higher
Ceiling their profits and limit their acquire

Before they mine, deforest or drill
A down payment to be paid to compensate any spill

Health care to be made free for one and all
For those without Dollar why should they fall

To have to pay for a child knocked down by a car
It's a disgrace in our society that it's come this far

Schooling for all from kindergarten to graduation
Even University no pupil donation

If our country desires to prosper for it's future grow
Our working taxes should be suffice to allow it to flow

In all our cities, villages and towns
Keep our kids of the streets before they become clowns

For every population ratio, community centres to be built
By conglomerate profits that fester their guilt

Jobs to be created for many tasks to be met
Like coastal corrosion and border control to be set

There are many vast lands on our planet we call earth
So much space to be used, so deploy it for it's worth

Why can't we build pipelines bringing water to parched lands
Run by the government, creating jobs with these plans

Go down the green road using what nature creates
Wind farms and wave energy and become her soul mate

The above could all happen because we voted them in
If they don't do what they say, it's political sin

For my perfect world I have shared my thoughts
Please enjoy my words to your table I've brought

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I wish I were a poet to write about man and the tree
I wish all people could see
That life is beautiful and happiness is free
 I wish I could make all the children of the world happy
I wish all people could embrace honesty
I wish I could help the poor and the needy
I wish there were equality
I wish all peoples would enjoy liberty
I wish man would stop cruelty
I wish springs had not dried 
I wish the gap were not so wide
I wish our planet could be greener
I wish all hearts were tender
I wish friends would be sincere
I wish drinking water would be clear
                                                            I wish we heard birds at dawn
                                                      I wish peace would be the earth’s crown
I wish parents could be more understanding
I wish children would be more obeying
I wish people knew money is a bad master
I wish they could respect each other
I wish I had power to stop wars
I wish my town were not so dirty
I wish my dreams became a reality
I we made an end to oppression and violence
I wish our kids were taught justice and tolerance

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The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest

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The Ride of my Life

How many of us, go down in history Well she went down on me, just you wait and read It happened ten tears ago, boy was it out of this world The moment she took me in, boy her kisses swirled We were so suited, atmospheric was our attraction Bare to naked I was, receiving her reaction Cheeky was this first Lieutenant, her hands everywhere I succumbed to her intentions, near explosive was my stare It's only when I looked down, two eyes espied in pout Pleasured by her wanting, me I'm inside out I found myself amidst, convulsions so far from home Lost in pleasured dome, ring a ring a rosy roamed Taken, spent I am, we rejoiced in our elation History has been made, communication on the Space Station .

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Daily Life

Living day in
Living day out
Working as hard as I can
To get money to pay the bills
Searching for food for the family
Trying to get through the day
As best as I can

All it matters
Is to get some money
To be able to not to think
How am I supposed to support?
My kids, my husband, and I
It all hits me like rain pounding the roof
Is this how life is supposed to be?

Going down hills
Going up hills
Having great times
And some bad times
You think your life should be easy
It is not supposed to be
Life is difficult for a reason


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An Awesome and Active Mailperson

Walking, the mail man once carried a bag
Slowly, he now drives a jeep to mail box

Brown spots over my mail; a little moist
Like coffee stain probably from the gutter

Lazy! just sit, won’t get out the vehicle now
Months ago, he walked until women came

Hissing teeth, “Just suits me fine, he mumbles”
Recalled my dog, Ruff, chased him one day

Running, the mail scattered all over the street
Like ginkgo leaves spinning in autumn’s wind

Now I wonder, “What in earth am I to do?”
This new mailperson, different yet the same

First a lazy mailman until women appeared
Rules of the game just immediately changed

It’s no longer mailman; it was never mail woman
Now just mailperson; wow women have power!

Some women are awesome! Roses will be great
She ought to smile and bring much more mail

She may come to my door; sensational smile
Active! I bet she will get out of the vehicle

©   Joseph Spence, Sr., February 4, 2009
©   All Rights Reserved

Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.


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There once was a time when you can say unbuttoning was part of the foreplay. Every single button was a step to reach to a place they call garden of peach. Unbuttoning each other was like an art in a game which still now has few expert. Now a days people do not have much time and they quickly want to reach their prime. With zippers there is a vast change in scene I think you are getting what I mean. In this game people have less time to play zippers help them in that without much delay. ===============000=============== Placement;5th, February 2013 Contest:Buttons Sponsor:Susan Burch

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The Devil is not your friend

The devil is not your friend,
Nor will he reward your loyal deeds,
He lurks around in silence
looking for someone to deceive,
The devil is not your friend,
Nor will he ever fulfill your desires,
He’s just using you as his puppet
to lure more into eternal fires,
For every sin committed in life,
Required a large sacrifice,
So look up, real soon
my perishing friends,
Ask the God of the universe to heal and mend,
Your heart, soul and mind
For we are not promised tomorrows time,
Make it right with the Maker of the universe,
Humble yourself before it gets worse,
His grace will lift you high
His blood is your alibi,
His blood makes you clean,
My dear world you were already redeemed.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Too Much to Lose, Now I'm Behind Bars Blues

Let me tell you my story about my behind bars blues
For doing something I shouldn't, now too much to lose

It all happened quite a few years ago when I was a boy sixteen
Living on the Dublin estates, where you had to be part of the scene

Gangs became part of the culture, live here you'll see what I mean
Generation after generation, it appears to be in our genes

I close my eyes to recall, whilst a shiver runs down my spine
As I follow my steps that night, still scared of what I'll find

We, me and my gang, readily terrorised our streets
Frightened of no one we were, no matter whom we'd meet

Then came that Friday night down at the local bar and grill
A Rock Band played in the corner, Thin Lizzy, their guitars spill

Next thing all hell breaks loose, a rival gang enters en masse
No prisoners were taken, no creed, colour or class

Amidst the chaotic scenes you could hear the flick of a blade
Into flesh that was previously perfect, a member makes his grade

Scattered echoes resonate, shouting and cursing extends
Screams of fading life bellows, as another knife internally bends

Broken glass now glistens in pools of crimson red
Dishevelled clothed creatures, lie punctured close to dead

Sirens out of nowwhere wail, flashing blues descend
Another Friday night downtown, societies current trend

I stand in frenzied stare, a redded steel gripped in my hand
Me becoming one of many, that a parent had never planned

At sixteen years old I have been taken, but I see another day
There were three on that fateful night, who never came back to play

Liberty was never a word, that ever entered our thoughts
Or even the others we inflicked, whom we brought to nought

The day I stood in the dock, knowing behind bars blues were near
At sixteen years old going inside, it's now my turn to fear

* For Miranda's "Behind Bars Blues" contest *

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A peach and a speech

The bigger the peach, 
the better the chance to catch up someone's speech.

Volodymyr Knyr

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I Woke up in a Dream

I woke up in a dream on a coast I've never seen But somehow in a way, I knew I'd be here one day I'm detecting a touch of Spanish, language it is not All I see is leaving Galleon's, raped, now forgot I'm seeing centuries before me, colonial now so free The Japanese like them before, ravaging in spree On a beach I walk to the light, attracting I to enter I'm there, as I walk through, my viewing now centred Into this lush land I walk, not knowing where I'll be There's something that desires, I'll know when I see Walking, walking, walking, it's all I appear to do Clearer my mind becomes, I know I'm walking to you Further my weakened feet, stride through their weak I know at the end of my journey, I'll meet whom I seek A village, a town nears, as I look back to whence I came Awakening in this dream, praying this person feels the same .

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Pro-Life vs Pro-Choice

Has this ever been a choice you had to make Considering life or death ~ deciding anothers fate Who has the right to judge if and when one procreates Should politicians or priests decide what’s at stake What about the child who’s raped ~ does she have a say Which choice is right ~ keep the child ~ give him away A mother carrying a child with an abnormality ~ what’s right To watch her child suffer ~ witness his fatality ~ what a sight Is it fair to say if you decide to abort ~ you don’t care I don’t claim to have an answer here ~ but say this I wouldn’t dare I wouldn’t dare ~ it’s not fair ~ I wouldn’t dare This choice is the most difficult for anyone to bare Lay

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A Walk to the Club

The lonely street stood still in the night,
Buildings grew tall all around with dim light.

Sound of my steps echoing in the alleys,
The air is moist like a mountain valley.

A bright neon light a few blocks away,
With a beer and an arrow pointing that way.

A few cars lined up beside the street,
I work my way through them not to discrete.

I walk up to the door with my collar pulled high,
The cold air chills me, as a taxi rides by.

Thumping of music can be heard from behind the door,
Some kind of music that I've never heard before.

A slight push on the door opens to a big room,
Louder now I heard sounds and the smell of perfume.

Smell of smoke and alcohol fills my lungs,
So thick is the smoke, my eyes burn and stung.

My eyesight dances across the room that's filled with so many,
I hear a man ask his waitress if she has change for a twenty.

I can see the bar all the way in the back.
With a lot of alcohol and a huge wine rack.

This was what I saw when I went out that night to the bar,
People gather and have fun in a place called The North Starr.

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Ode For King of the Blame Game

You can blame your mom, and you can blame your pop, or you can blame the rain that never seems to stop. You can blame your cat, your neighbor or your dog. Blame the global warming and blame the heavy smog. For every thing or person you decide to blame, know that all of us have caught on to your game. Your every little blunder and the big ones too have effects that mostly will fall back on you! Play your little game, but learn this basic rule: In the end, you’ll just be crowned the biggest fool. For Susan Burch's "Blame It On the Rain" Poetry Contest

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In Cinderella Fashion:

Imperative to see what fits familiar feet
with slippered glass and sand blown memories
of times which swift occurred then swept away
the remnants of a luscious perfect day
to wishes in the wells of self-defeat
and tragedy too painful to complete
the harmony eclipsing shadowed moons
to cool the concrete footsteps sunken hewn

It's with this feeling that I trace your steps
and hope to feel emotions that are left
like elements unmoving, set in stone
I feel them beat my heart when I'm alone
and in this solitude I see your face
as real and as alive as my disgrace
from blowing passed integral memories
imperatively set beneath your feet.

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On the one site sex is banal,
on the other side it's anal.

Volodymyr Knyr 

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Cactus Heart

You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot

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Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…

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Grandmas Phrase About Work

If you don't go with the flow,
Then they will kick you,
Out the do'.
If you work like you get no pay,
No one to you will say Hey.

If you work at your job,
As if you work for the Lord,
Even when others make it hard
In front of them you'll get
A huge reward
And they'll look like retards.

So when you punch 
Your time card
Say thank You Lord
I could have been
Someone else.

When it's time for lunch
Say thank You Lord
Once more even if
Satan knocked at your do
Because he didn't munch
On your wealth.

Wrote 11-15-10

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Happy is a Child

True joy is to hold a newborn child Their God's gift to make you smile you'll never find more earthly worth then two souls joining who give birth Grandpa's pride and Grandma's idle for these new parents it's their child To hold, love, teach, nurture and guide They do it all with a smile and pride All of the fear, worry, happiness and joy Unequaled by any store bought toy The richest people, you'll see around Are playing with children on the ground Long life, for a child, to breath earths fresh air Hear the echo, as all repeat the same prayer
Contest entry for "Children in rhtme"

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Two reasons why we dig holes

Burying dead bodies usually takes place  
In fancy holes dug on some land space.

Most people dig those holes somewhere nice
But sometimes they don’t have a choice.

Some people burn dead bodies to ashes
And this really saves on available land spaces.

Sometimes dead bodies are buried at sea
And slowly sink into muck for eternity.

Other fancy holes are dug large enough,
For the removal of some valuable stuff.

Sometimes these holes are dug somewhere nice
And most times people don’t have a choice.

When all the valuable stuff’s gone offshore
The hole is back-filled and land space restored.

Today we can dig holes in the seafloor
Right through the eternal muck and more.

Holes should be dug to bury the dead 
And to remove valuable stuff instead.

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Going To War

The phrase, "going to war", has always had ominous and forbidding qualities that can 
reverberate to the very core of the soul. Experiencing such an ordeal has its own legacy. It 
differs from person to person in varying degrees and the anticipation is usually far more 
negative than the actual arrival into the area of conflict. Though each war has its own 
realities with which to deal, it is not the war addressed by, "Going to War". The poem reveals 
the war within when the psyche literally battles with the 'unknown' in its struggle to accept 
the actuality of an event feared and imagined.

The eastern sky grew dark with night, The west held light of day. A lonesome plane in westward flight Was taking us away. When orders came for Viet Nam And all the names were read, They may as well have dropped a bomb, Or shot us there instead. Some few had been to fight before But most of us had not; Had never dealt with death or war, Or fears of being shot. Our words came scarce and laughter naught, Concern was quick to grow. The doubts and fears we all had brought Seemed primed and set to blow. A wave of silence dashed our youth Against the rocks of war, And in its wake, the naked truth; We're little boys no more. The time had come to set aside The games of yesterday, To give our step a longer stride, To learn another way. Now doubt looms dark and ominous, A vulture from the blue, That preys upon what peace remains, From all the things we knew. We pray to soothe our fears and dread, For rest to ease our mind, For guidance through the war ahead, And mourn the 'world', behind; And that one day we'll understand Why people have to die... Still, time grows near when we would land, The miles were flying by. The windows fog with quickened breath In our descent to land. We all are sure a brush with death Is very close at hand. We watch Siagon come into view And wait to feel a blast; Then hold our breath, as if on cue, When wheels touch down, at last. The war, for us, has just begun; Our fates seem so unsure, But we are warriors, every one, Resolved we will endure. ©1971 by Jim Fish

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Chocolate and Caramel

Chocolate and Caramel
Go together very well

When these flavors do combine
It’s a pleasure most divine

A blend of sweet harmony
Brings about sheer ecstasy

Every lick is pure delight
It’s a pleasure out of sight

The creaminess is pure bliss
These flavors are meant to kiss

You’re chocolate; caramel’s me
We belong, oh can’t you see?

Everything ‘bout us is sweet
One makes the other complete

So come on, let’s intertwine
Our union will be sublime!

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A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate

                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes

                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night

                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it

                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark

                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back

                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate

Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All


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What A Sight

take a glance
at those pants
hanging down low
giving us a show

we laugh with delight
at the sight
while we stare
at your underwear

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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill

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Fastest Gun In The West

<                                      Now hold on there Tex !
                                        Let me get     dressed  !

                                        Let me saddle up my horse
                                        To trollop around this Halloween course

                                        Got on my chaps
                                        My spurs and cowboy hat

                                       Replica's of forty five's
                                       Riding on my hips very high

                                       With lasso in my hand
                                       This little cowboy has a plan

                                      So all you ghost and goblins
                                      It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing

                                      And I'll be taking  loot for mummy
                                      And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy

                                                  Happy Halloween To All
                                   Especially little tikes who are so cute and small

Entry For 
Halloween Costume Contest
G.L. All




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The Driver of the Bus

The driver of the bus (like in the song)
Was urging folks to move along.

He called, “Hey Cellphone in your ear – 
Move it, buddy, to the rear!”

He nailed two women – “Move on back!”
I thought they’d have a heart attack.

There’s nothing like a little shame
To force the scofflaws to the game.

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Hugs That We Once Shared

Hugs that we once shared, lasted just a glimpse in time
If only I could read her mind, and imagine what I'd find

Would I find a woman of truth, or a woman of trust
Or a woman with a mind, whose mind has turned to rust

To drift into another's world, and promise them the earth
Hugs that we once shared, does it really make them worth

They only lasted a glimpse of time, happened they never should
If I could turn back time, your damn right I would


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Life's puzzle

Are we people seeking answers to our lives, hopes and dreams?
From beginnings of our youth, we're taught to plot and scheme

In life we learn to make our place and to maximize our dreams
We work to pay our way, or are we paying for others schemes?

To respect all of the people, who seek prominence and wealth
Learn from leaders of this world, and stack the hand you're dealt 

Your worth and happiness are found by seeking wealth in coin
only a few can take but, all must pay, it's all in the club you join

You sell your smile's for a dollar, and your freedom for your joy 
Fact is your still building monuments for coin collectors to enjoy

Leaders use people in this world, for labor as a remote control toy
push a button, pull the stick, to control each women, man and boy 

Is their similarity, of life and history we've learned from all our books?
This life you've led, was it the plan to leave our children on the hook?

It's said we can learn from our past, to avoid making the same mistake
less intelligence then the ape man, as we teach mistakes not to make

Having the same ideas, of our worth, as when Jesus walked this earth
Do you think the value of our life, is the number of coins we are worth?

Think you've missed the meaning of this journey, ever since your birth?
Our journey is to learn and teach, all the children, not to take the mirth.

In his words, the circle of life is to be followed by heaven, as we all know
with an eternal peace, happiness and joy, without pain, suffering or woe

Instead of chasing coin and following false leaders like herds of sheep
spread destruction and defile the air, sea and land for more coins to heap

Shouldn't we prepare to enter Heavens gate, if this is what we seek?

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A Tribute to Jack Russel

He was graced with long life as the work he required,
A present flame, aft he retired,
He deepened the souls that sat before him,
And made them express with written decorum.
He read their assignments with special attention
That challenged and called forth youth's finest rendition. 
He opened the door to a life well read,
His students entangled in Baalat's web.

Gazing back through the specularium of time 
One saw an intellect so immensely fine
That it slightly abashed those of higher grade,
His light joining their lights where others fade.
Moving on one lingered a bit in the past,
Still meeting challenges from his intellect, so vast.
That it scarce was contained 
In the role for him framed. 

His soul now borne upon the Stygian Lake
Leaves proper grammar trailing in its wake;
This gentle muse vanished in the night,
The curtains closed, doused the light.  
No need for stately obelisk oe'r his bier
To greet mournful pilgrims once a year;
For though he'll be long gone, 
The phallic symbol, he loved so, lives on.

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Different Kind of Man

I used to wish I could be a macho man
I guess for me it's not part of the plan
More friends are ladies, than other guys
Being with women I don't need a disguise

Sometimes I wonder, if I'm missing out
yet I'm true to myself, I know what l'm about
Feelings more important than watching the game
I know I'm different and there is no one to blame

In the end I am quite happy with this life
I have a wonderful son and a loving wife
Perhaps I'm an enigma because I don't drink
I'm less about bravado I'm more prone to think

I was never the bad boy who did crazy things
Still with my imagination, I fly on strong wings
Me being a man is still the best gift of all
I don't need to be the same, in order to walk tall

For me I've found brothers who think I'm okay
They let me be me and say what I want to say
In the end let us celebrate all man kind
Each is different you never know what you'll find

Written April 17th 2014 for Kelly's Men Only contest.

By; Richard Lamoureux
Formerly my alter ego Ivana B. Gorgeous
I was only a woman for one day *lol*

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Sexy Kiss

We share a look from across the room and I saunter into your arms,
No matter how hard I try to defy, I can never resist your charms;

You slip a hand behind my head and drag me into your kiss,
You tantalize my senses as I lose myself to bliss;

Desire takes over my body as you take my breath away,
We stand in utter silence, we’ve nothing left to say;

There is an overpowering smell of whiskey and cheap perfume,
But locked in a passionate kiss, we’re alone in the crowded room;

Your kisses taste so potent, I savor the exotic flavor of you,
Your intoxicating to my senses, like the sweetest morning dew;

Wrapped in a fervent embrace, our bodies meld to form one;
I lose myself to you and it’s only just begun...

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Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

<        this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
          like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten

          and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
          tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace

          has your garments of thread gone out of time
          has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme

         have you been cast from your lovers heart
         or are you just looking to start over with brand new start

         has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
         has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams

         time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
         time stands still when lovers cant be sought 

Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's 
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All      







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A pace and a space

The faster the pace, 
the shorter the space.

Volodymyr Knyr

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I had a short life but didn't think my fate
Would be ending up on a Thanksgiving  plate 

But I won't be giving thanks on this day for I'm not able 
It's  because I'm laid out on a Thanksgiving table 

I'm not stupid as people have said
I had small pleasures like a scratch on my head
Though I never thought I'd end up dead  

With my insides greatly over-filled
I've been dressed even though I've been killed

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Given It All

The match is approaching for time has now passed;
He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last.

The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights –
He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight.

He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer;
He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare.

The field now approaches, ominous yet serene –
He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen.

The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk;
And bodies collide with a thud and a shock.

A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size,
But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise.

Hard hits are given and he takes a few;
But he presses on, for his brothers do to.

Win or loss, fallen or tall,
He walks off the field having given it all.

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A is for

A is for Adams, second and sixth presidents.
B is for two Bushes who were Whitehouse residents.

C is for Clinton, forty-second president of nation.
D is for Davis, President of Southern Federation.

E is for Eisenhower, a president and World War hero. 
F is for President Fillmore who was pretty much a zero.

G is for President Grant, a general in the Civil War.
H is for President Hayes whom we don’t speak of any more.

I is for Isabella, two queens of England, one of Spain.
J is for President Jefferson seen by some as being vain.

K is for President Kennedy who was assassinated.
L is for President Lincoln whose worth can’t be over-stated.

M is for Presidents four and five, Madison and Monroe.
N is for Naguib, Egyptian president of sixty years ago.

O is for Obama, who is USA’s first  black president
P is for Polk .who was number eleven to that office sent.

Q is for Quezon, first president of Philippines.
R is for two Roosevelt’s with five presidents in between.

S is for Saul, King of Israel, and he was a very wise man.
T is for President’s Tyler and Taylor and Taft and Truman.

U is for Umberta,  king of Italy before he had to go.
V is for Van Buren, 8th president, plagued by financial woe.

W is for President Washington, number one in every way
X is for Xuanzong, Chinese emperor in long ago day.

Y is for Yeltsin, elected Russian president in 1990
Z for Ziaulhaq ten-year president of Pakistani.

These men of fame and some of shame, were leaders in their time.
Their names in history are writ and fill this little rhyme.


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What Makes me Tick

Tick tock, tick tock, my life has a beat.
I become wound up, by people I meet.

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Images of She

Everyday I view images, of a creature beautifully be
Through my eyes I see a maiden, such beauty in she thralls thee

It does not matter what she wears, or the way it's worn
She would look beautiful wearing rags, shredded ripped or torn

To her locks I mention, draped against porcelain skin
Like a magnetic I'm now drawn, her beauty draws me in

Next I value her loves, such intelligence abounds her soul
History, the arts and music, knowledge has been her goal

Everyday I view images, of a creature beautifully be
I can only feel so honoured, that she's fallen in love with me


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Life's Unfair

Life’s Unfair  

A husband and wife grow old together
You think and hope it will last forever

When you hear of children getting hurt
You hope it’s only a little fall in the dirt

So many accidents happen because of a drunk driver
Why is the drunk the only survivor 

Parents hurt the children they love
Men hurt the women they should love

Some rich and famous do wrong and get a pass
Up and up goes the price for gas 

The elderly get mugged and beat
Some people are hurt and left lying in the street

Women and children are molested 
Children that are not protected 

Men that are considered a deadbeat
People that are forced to live on the street 

Children that are terribly ill
Parents can’t pay the bill

So much more of life is unfair
Lots of people that don’t care

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Yard Sale Syndrome

No time for coffee, as the dawn arrives....
I raised the shade. There's a crowd outside!
Hubby in his underwear, and gives them a surprise!
It's our first yard sale!!!  But, will we survive???
The mob takes over...I'm still in my slippers
But already sold some old hedge clippers!!

     Those folks just paid me a ton of money!!
     I could use some help..........Hey! Where's my honey??
     I swear...if he went back to take a nap
     I'll sell his priceless baseball cap!!
     Oh! They are looking at that wobbly table....
     "I'll help you load it,  Miss, if I'm able!"

          She grabs dog-eared, dusty, vintage books
          And one old crock-pot that still cooks!
          I show her some doilies, and a ragged Barbie
          And a costume for her Halloween parties?
          A rusty shovel, and a dented bucket
          And a fishing pole from old Nantucket

               I'm selling Ma's old apron, and some broken dishes
               A chipped glass bowl for all her fishes
               Aunt Edna's ugly painting, and her candle holders
               She lives down the street....hope no one told her!!! 
               One old bike for exercising
               Doesn't's not surprising!

"What's the point?" our husbands mutter
While we fill the garage with all this clutter
I explain to him..."She buys mine, and I buy hers"
"Then, we won't need to shop the stores!!"
"Dear...don't you know the grass is greener?"
"OH LOOK!"  "That couple bought my vacuum cleaner!"

     Just then I point across the street!!
     Another yard sale.....and we both shriek!!
     He points at me and shakes his fist
     But I'll just ignore and toss a kiss
     And side by side I'm in a race...
     Who gets there first will buy that vase!!
     Whoopee!!!  I spy a broken chair...
     That other shopper gives a glare!
     So what it's broken?  Well, I can glue it!
     Just hope she doesn't beat me to it!

The point I'm making is simply this
This neighbor's junk became my bliss!

For Skat's Yard Sale Contest:

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Coco For Ten

<                               Coco was his name
                                 Spider monkey all the same

                                Dad worked for zoo
                                Feeder of Coco too

                               Brought the little guy home
                               Boy did Coco love to rome

                               Droppings here and there
                               Mom  covered up his dairy - air

                               Shoulders he did seek
                               Knocking  younger ones off their feet

                                Bananas and salted nuts
                                Made Coco dance and strut

                               Each day a animal of new
                               Dad brought home from the zoo

                               But the one I'll remember the most
                               Was coco who shared my daily toast

Tribute To 
Como Park Zoo
St Paul Minnesota

Coco And Daddy

Can You Imagine
A Monkey Playing
With 10 Kids  LOL


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Dear Me

December 12, 2012

Dear Me,

Advice to Myself


Go through the open door
Dreams await you and more

Do not be afraid to fail
Learning in the end to tell

Life is hard, education is best
Independence is what I suggest

Some people are not always kind
Do not be rude but leave those behind

Be thankful for your blessings
Remember everything is a lesson

Be creative, experience life, be keen
Go to places you have never seen

Find your true love, your soul mate
You have time do not rush, it can wait

Changes, Suggestions to Myself


You do not listen to your mother
This time make sure you bother

Mistakes will always happen to you
This time a different path you choose

Boyfriends come and go, here and there
Thank goodness the last one you let out for air

Next time do not believe everything you hear
Sometimes people put make believe in your ear

Please do not dye your hair pink again
Leave the natural color or put highlights in!


All these things come with love
Whatever you do, believe in Heaven above.

Love, Me

David Williams “Hello/Goodbye” Contest

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The Priest and The People

"The gates come down this night!"
Roared the man of light

Driven by fear and obsession
It was one sin never told through confession

Bellowing orders from atop his balcony
Blinded by delusions of glory

The priest led his herd
Countless dreams were crushed with the subtle power of one word

The mob lurched forward down the beaten trail
The wind howled as it began to hail

The wild pitch began to reach fervor
As the line between beast and man began to blur

The hopes for riches and plunder
Fueled the urge to tear the gates asunder

With a deafening crash the gates fell
As did the hopes that whatever lay beyond would release them from their hell

The priest waddled in holding the tails of his gown
Anxiously looking around

But there were no trophies or golden rings
Just rusted monuments to long forgotten kings

The priest fell to his knees
The people gathered to leave

As he began to shout
His eyes fell on the nail marks trying to get out

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What's in Our American Future

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

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Honorable Soldier

They say my duty is to protect the lands
Defend it! Even with your bare hands
I train so hard in the sun and rain
To become stronger, something to gain
Task after task it gets tougher
My heart and skin become rougher
Learning how to become a predator
I was chosen for this, not just a visitor
Aim for your target's heart
Kill him, find another one, restart
Gradually, I lose all emotion
Combat is my only devotion
Suddenly terrors outbreak
Our country is at stake
What are we going to do?
Start a war, come soldier, you!
Surely, the fight begins
But who are the villains?
I didn't have time to think
These dots to link
I was at war
Fighting like a wild boar
Killing as many enemies as I can
This terror, I will surely ban
An enemy tries to run
I kill him just for fun
Wait! Am I enjoying this?
What is this unholy bliss?
Feeling delight by making others suffer
What is it that I offer?
Wasn't it peace and tranquility?
How come I'm committing infidelity?
I look around, the seeds of hell
Have all come out of their shell
Pointless murdering
Me and my fleet are shouldering
Countless cases of rape
Committed by the heroes wearing the cape
The land we were supposed to protect
With corruption, it, We did infect
Following orders from above
All our humanity we had to shove
Why didn't we ask first?
Why, for blood, did we thirst?
The enemy I killed was just a kid
Going back to a place where he hid
To the world, I'm a hero
Personally, I'm just a zero
My humanity is back
Taking me to the right track
But I'm chained to my regret
A shame that I can't neglect
Although, I did quit the war
It’s not enough to pay back the score
I got a soul, yet I'm just a boulder
I am the honorable soldier

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Treat Others How You Want To Be Treated

The littlest deeds still go a long way. 
So better the world and try it today. 

People don't realize the good they can do,
By holding doors open and smiling too. 

Try to be chivalrous, try to be meek. 
Try to be humble whenever you speak. 

Others will notice the way that you are. 
A light so unique, shines bright like a star. 

Relay the message, conquer the kindness. 
Replays impressive, actions are mindless. 

We live to laugh, and love to be loved.
Turn both your cheeks, when pushed and then shoved. 

Intuitiveness is a trick of the trade.
Instinctive bliss results moments well played. 

"Treat others how you want to be treated."
This motto of life makes smiles repeated. 

-Yours Truly

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The Ugly Truth

The truth was never pretty
But we all act smart and witty
Sugar coat everything with lies
Bringing forth our own demise
But we do it cause we can
Thinking its the perfect plan
It actually works or so it seems
We never admit living in dreams
Its the ultimate fact, always true
Look around, at me and you
We act happy when we're sad
Us people, we are so bad
Sadly, we think we're so good
Never wrong, never should
Sometimes you got to agree
A darkness in us, we never see
It comes out every now and then
Don't know how, don't know when
That fact everyone did realize
Their system, it did compromise
They try so hard to stay in the dark
Shut out every little spark
But deep inside I see a light
Very dim, barely in sight
Everyone's little confession booth
Accepting the ugly truth

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My Katherine My Spencer

  A conversation between Katherine Hepburn
              and Spencer Tracy     

My Katherine  My Spencer

Oh, my Spencer, you're much shorter than I
I know, my Katherine, but for you I’d die
Would you really, how that does please
Oh my Katherine, you are such a tease

You are the queen of the cutting remark
Yes my Spencer, you’ll  jump when I bark
Oh my Katherine, please  purr like a cat
Spencer, you know, I don’t do things like that

Your such a tough guy with heart so soft
And you're so engaging yet stay so aloft
My Katherine, what’s with, this haughtiness
To keep you at bay, with your naughtiness

My Spencer, it’s just, the way I am made
My Katherine, no way, will you persuade
This soft heart of mine, to leave you alone 
Spencer, you know, that I’m made of stone

You’re up on the screen, all elegant, cold
But Katherine to me you’re a sight to behold
So true, my Spencer, but I’ve seen enough
In your best suit, you still look a scruff

My Katherine I wonder in our film career
Which one do think, our fans most endear
My Spencer, of that, there’s one thing I’m sure
You can count yourself lucky I think it’s a draw

We’ve been so successful, both you and I
Yes, my Spencer, could want for no more
Except I was more so, which you can’t deny
They gave you two Oscars but I received four 

Oh, my Katherine, I love you so
Maybe Spencer, but no-one must know
We’ll leave this Earth, one day it seems
And make reality our hopes and dreams

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I'm Not Your Fool

You're a calculated master slayer
an evil manipulator

so go away out of my sight.  See you, so long
I will not miss you when you are gone

Your oozing poors shower with honey
but all that you're after is power and money

You're pretentious, sinister and fooling a few
but you'll answer to a higher call much higher than you

Get your facts straight because they will check
to see how many lives you've attempted to wreck

Get on the next train haulin' fast down the track
I'm so grateful you're not coming back

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Fire in the Blood

           Fire in the Blood

How we love your warming glow 
Yet know that we must fear you so
For you would set our hearts ablaze
With your subtle creeping ways

The warming glow the heart desires
Not roaring anger of your fires
Somewhere between we must control
For either side would steal our soul

First the flicker of your flame
Smoulders artery and vein
Finds the fibre to combust
Maybe love, more often lust 

How you make us volatile
When we meet deceptions smile
How your heat does dissipate
As your ashes cool to hate

Without you our blood runs cold
To hot, and angers hard to hold
But we love that place between
Hot passion and comfort serene

If only we could bring confines
Have you never cross those lines
But we love that which excites
And so accept the blood ignites

R D Seal 23 Feb 13

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A Social Disaster

I walk into door frames, I trip up the stairs.
I rant on about stuff, when nobody cares.

I say all the wrong things, and freak people out.
It's just theres no filter, from my brain, to my mouth.

I'm socially awkward, and horribly shy.
I barely say hello, and never say goodbye.

I'm one of those people, who tends to just stare.
Then complain about you, forgetting you're there.

I'm sullen and mean, as barbed as wire fence.
I'm so insecure, it's a form of defense.

I'm bad at making friends, but when I do.
I make it for life, my friendship is true.

When I walk anywhere, i stare at the ground.
That's why I accidentally knock people down.

I laugh at bad jokes, and all the wrong times.
I take it too far, misinterpret the signs.

When i talk and I'm nervous, it makes me talk faster.
I might as well face it, I'm a social disaster!

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A Dark Fantasy

I’m on a planet with a golden kiss
It shimmers with glory, such bliss!

As I zoom in, it turns into a dark land
Peep in, I’m afraid, I cannot stand!

In darkness, I see a bright glowing tower
Inside, a plethora of so called ‘man’ power

Zoom in; I see ‘beast’ kind disguised as ‘man’ kind
Alas! Not a single kind beast could I find

I hear roars of uncivilized beings
And moans of so-called weaklings

I see a trail of emotional turmoil
Those 7 deadly sins wrapped in a dazzling foil

Gifted to humanity, his power, his grey matter
It separates humans from animals and allows us to shatter

The once created planet with a golden kiss
Will it ever show the signs of holy bliss?

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Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home

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True Colours We Are All

What ever flicked the switch, to decide from their within To deem another not worthy by the colour of their skin We, upon this wonderful planet, we're each and all the same Nature decreed our colours, born we are of different acclaim No matter from where we come from, no matter to where we go We all sail the rivers of life, and our many colours should flow The next time you walk your streets, in cities and your towns When the sun shines upon us, we're neither white nor brown For although she shines on us, to her we're all the same We are shadows, we are no different, so why do others claim

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wait Contest

Society tells us there’s a time, 
When men and women must find,
A mate or something is terribly wrong,
Everywhere you look they play this contagious song,
Shopping for love on internet sites,
Reading the profile of Mr. and Misses right,
How much do they make and how hot are their pics,
How quickly we fall into these superficial tricks,
So many rush to meet the criteria,
Of a world that lives for the exterior,
So many seem to pay the price,
Since divorce is not even seen as a “let me think twice”
I rather WAIT and be happy alone,
Until heaven decides to send him along.

Contest: wait
By:Sabina Nicole

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Pet Sit Panics

<                                             Dam Dog !

                                               What a hog !

                                               Ate Cousins Dope !

                                               And Started To Choke !

                                                Starry Eyes !

                                                Wobbly Thighs !

                                                To Vet !

                                               250 Dollars I Bet !


                                               More Test !

                                               They Suggest !

                                                Hell No !

                                               Let's See How It Goes !

                                               Just Needs Sleep !

                                              And Plenty Of Water The Little Creep !

Entry For
Sharon Tideswell
Pet Sit Panic's Contest




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Hello barkeep, please pour me a beer.
Have you seen my mates hanging round here?

Surely you remember, possum face Pete?
He loves to dance but he has two left feet.

What about Carl he's a handsome guy?
Long flowing hair but missing one eye,

Please pour me another that tasted great.
It seem I'm alone my friends are all late.

How can you not remember, Bob the Boar?
He look like a hobbit except six foot four

Wait a minute, have you been here long?
The beer is good but something feels wrong.

The first time you've seen me, how can that be?
I tell you I'm stunned, it's a mystery.

I still remember when Moe won this Bar
He started with a few bucks in a glass jar.

I'm sorry, I guess I turned the wrong way.
This has been such a perplexing day

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Goodnight Moon

<                                              Goodnight moon
                                    Only God knows if I'll see you soon

                                    As I stand under this canopy of stars 
                                    It looks as if you're riddled with scars

                                      From your illuminating harvest glows
                                   To those frosted faces from a winters toll

                                          You even play your peek a boo
                                          With clouds that shuffle by you

                                            Don't you know I love you so
                                         So please stay and don't you let go

                                               You're my guiding light
                                       My shining armor through-out the night

                                    The crickets are even playing our love song
                                             So let's dance all night long

                                         For I know the sun will be rising soon
                              And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune

                                             Well    goodnight moon 
                                          You've slipped away all to soon

                                                    It's been fun
                                        Dam ! now here comes the sun

Entry For
Deb Guzzi's 
Harvest Moon Contest
G.L. All










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Above me I hear the pounding shells,
The mechanical sound of war.
And like so many, just cannon fodder,
In my mind hard to ignore.

They say that times a healer,
My thoughts still far away.
To see the cradle of my youth,
And the haven of yesterday.

Under the canopy of subtle green,
Down a little leafy lane.
A wooden stile sit’s, a gateway,
My hope that some thing’s, stay the same.

Though the pathway to it now is worn,
By those who have gone before.
In it’s post carved forgotten loves,
Now on show for ever more.

From the time of it’s construction,
It has watched the world go by.
Sweet hearts filled, with loves emotions
A teardrop wiped, a final kiss, is this goodbye.

And through out the year it stands there,
As each season comes then goes.
A robin red breast say’s good morning,
As it shake’s off the winter snow.

© Nicholas Windle 2008

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It's a snap

It's also a snap
to break someone's nap.

Volodymyr Knyr 

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An Alphabet of Talent

Fred Astaire was king of tap
Biggie Smalls was huge in rap
Carson (Johnny)ruled TV
Dylan’s songs are poetry
Elvis made the girls all swoon
Frank Sinatra loved to croon
Greta Garbo hid from sight
Hitchcock gave us all a fright
Isaac Hayes’ voice dips low
Johnny Depp steals every show
Kenny G can blow that sax
Larry David can’t relax
Michael Jackson changed his face
Norah Jones embodies grace
Oscar Wilde wrote books and plays
Peter Falk had piercing gaze
Quincy Jones finds music stars
Raitt (That's Bonnie) rocks guitars
Sally Field lights up the screen
Tony Kushner nails each scene
Uma Thurman makes men drool
Viggo’s talented and cool
William Shatner’s still around
Xin Xin Xiong in films is found
Yoko Ono married John
Zach Braff’s big on Amazon

All this talent, A to Z
Keeps us entertained, agree?

for Cyndi MacMillan's ABC Couplet contest

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Intelligence is said to be in one’s possession----
If one knows where to look to answer one’s question

© Jul 13 2010 For John’s “Give wisdom its Beauty” contest

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People planters

People planters find it hard to tear 
at the loss of your near and  dear

At two hundred percent profits
Devastation gives them fat pockets

Diggers open up the ground
Where people sprouts can be found....

Sprouts or people is hard to know!?

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A Meals on Wheels Volunteer

A Meals on Wheels Volunteer 

We give our time and use our wheels
When we deliver hot and cold meals

Bringing our elderly and disabled a meal to eat 
We go to homes on many a street

We do this to show we care 
It’s a good feeling to volunteer
In the winter months we never know
Sorry when we miss because of snow

This can be our way of thanking you
The elderly, the disabled and shut-ins to 

For what we do we receive no pay
Just a thank you would be okay   

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"Poor Castle"

                                I am what I am said a man,
                                    as a kid he built castles in the sand...

                                Looking across the vast ocean blue,
                                    thinking to himself what will I do...
                                He thought eyes wide I have a plan,
                                     to build real castles once he was a man...

                                In a world so vast demanding as can be,
                                      to build these castles will cost a large fee...

                                Decades later he was right on course,
                                       skyscrapers mansions riding high on his horse...

                                His jet air pilot flies him coast to coast,
                                        sipping his champagne after proposing a toast...

                                They landed on an island in a poverty stricken land
                                         there were many people holding out there hand...

                                Not a single home could be seen,
                                         these people live in poverty water unclean...

                                The man shook his head and began to walk away,
                                          it's sad how many people live in disarray...

                                There are so many people who have nothing to eat,
                                        because the man with the castle up high in his seat...

                                                                                           Peter K



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Just An Old Trumpet Player

JJust an old trumpet player with a worn out horn – Seems he had played it ever since he was born. Sometimes his lively music put dancing in your feet. Then there were times he rendered tones so tranquil and so sweet. So many came to follow this magic little man That soon he was known as the best in music land. He drew the best unto him and formed a little band And added perfect talent to the world of Dixieland. Sometimes he would sing a little verse or two And he would make it sound like it was just for you. He was known the whole world over - heaven watched him too And his music was so soulful it could sometimes make you blue. In his life we witnessed greatness only artists can provide And even heaven’s angels cried the day sweet Louis died. Some say even Gabriel didn’t know how to behave The day we put old ‘Satchmo’ in his grave. So, gentle trumpet man, may you always rest in peace We recall an instant, when you left us, all the music ceased. Written by John Posey 9/11/14

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The Letter

A letter was received from a far-off land, please send us some aid if you possibly can. Our fields are barren, our cattle long gone, our farmers are now soldiers leaving wives at home. Some of our families are homeless, dwellings destroyed, by shells aimed at our villages, which we cannot avoid. Our children are starving; they have no clothes to wear. As for medical supplies, these are very scarce. So please send at once the things we desperately need, food, clothing, and medicine, this we beg and plead. We must thank you for all that you have done, and could you also send more ammo for our guns.

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Obam-a question or two for you, 2012

Obam- a ll entrepreneurs wish to know 
Why you think they didn’t grow their business they did sow?

Obam-a lot of people want to ask
Do you want freedom of religion to be a thing of the past?

Obam-a many an illegal wants to thank your moxie
Will you often bypass the written law without proxy?

Obam-a change in health care is not free
What price will it ultimately be?

Obam-a s you promised paths to alternative synergy
Where is the solar and wind energy?

Obam- a lot of people are still unemployed
How can you fill this need to work void?

Obam- a time to give big companies our money
Why can’t a hardworking man give a gift to his honey?

Obam- a re YOU going to make things improve
When will you find a President for all Americans grove?

Richard J. Long (September 2012)

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Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?

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We all share this fate

Idiosyncratic to the human condition
Tried and varied, so goes my volition

I can't help but think what's out there for us all?
Yet we stumble over issues that are so trivial, so small

The long term goals of our race seem obsolete
Compared to the wants and needs of our so called "elite"

Sure one man makes billions and creates an empire
What does that mean to the rest of us? Why doesn't it ignite a fire?

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They say “God has forsaken us just look around”
Wars and storms are destroying our hometowns,
They say “if there is a God why are so many in need?”
People are steeling and lying with hearts overwhelmed with greed
They say “It’s all Gods fault”… man takes no blame,
We curse God, push him out of our lives, and then accuse him when we are put to shame,
Oh blinded world filled with an abundance of vanity
You speak evil of him with mouths filled with profanity
Disobeying all he has commanded us to do
His rules were made to keep us safe, to avoid the chaos in which we now suffer through
They say “God is far and he doesn’t care”
When it is our hearts that have turned from him, grown cold, brittle and bare
All we have to do is repent and change our wicked ways
Then in the blink of an eye he will restore us to our golden days
But human pride thinks it can beat him and reason thinks it will win
Read the bible, rebelliousness is how destruction all begins
Society gets darker and more corrupt each and every year
Many are growing hopeless and becoming overwhelmed by fear
God never left us… we as a country left him
God cannot bless a nation who is worshiping sin
In his infinite mercy he has allowed judgment to shake up his lost sheep
Those raindrops you see are his tears…yes our God does weep
Wake up great nation remember why we have been incredibly blessed
It’s not because we’re so brilliant it’s because our forefathers made vows to God that we would give him our best
Generations are born and then they die
It is our obligation to leave a legacy about our creator who is more than just a mystery hidden in the sky
His eyes watch over every human, animal, insect and tree
His love holds this entire world unconditionally
So take some time to consider how fragile are lives really are
Man can’t stop natural disasters or shootings by a mad man in a car
Live each day in love, forgiveness and submission
Put away idolatry, lust and religious tradition
Make a decision to have a “personal” relationship with God alone
And watch how life will change for you whether you’re young or already grown.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 11/6/12

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When the Red Butterflies Fly

On a night in November with a full moon sky There is a graveyard in the Highlands where spirits fly Scriptures of old are chanted by the past As they rise through the earth as the red ones are cast Gravestones levitate with precision and ease As dark angels in black glide through the trees To a stone they surround as they circle above Slowly they transform into an ebony dark dove Upon this stone it perches as it awaits the await For when the red butterflies fly, the light they desecrate The sky turns from night into a reddy dawn As the moon hits their red their spirits now flown They land where they land, guided by the dark dove Their quest is to capture and lure life's love In the village near the graveyard on this November night A population in fear, in fright of their light Before the sun rises souls are drawn as if sprites No care for the living, their presence leaves blight A new day starts as if the previous night never happened For when the red butterflies fly, come this November night You may be summoned (!-V-!)

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First step toward Change
Admitting your Problem

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The African countries lived well by themselves
Until the white man crossed, continental shelves

I can understand adventurers who decided to roam
But not the conglomerates who raped as they combed

The British in Sudan and the French colonies
Never helped Africa being brought to it's knees

This beautiful continent enjoying political appease
But it has a powder-keg fuse that can light with such ease

Angola, Uganda, and Rwanda hit the news
Civil Wars and Genocide once again man's abuse

The biggest sore it carries in this quite wonderful place
One word, slavery, white man's ultimate disgrace

It's not for me to say about a place I don't belong
It's just such a tragedy that it's seen so many wrongs

This continent called Africa, African through and through
Adeleke Adeite, be proud to be you

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True Beauty

Beauty is within,
Not if your waist line is trim,
Exquisiteness is worn,
When hearts are pure not draped with thorns,

Beauty has much class,
It’s not control or sarcastic sass,

Beauty’s developed from true ladies,
It’s not loose, confused or shady

Beauty has a unique presence,
Its grace refined, restored with elegance,
Captivating all who are fortunate to meet
Its truth and love, which is stronger than a heart beat,

Beauty overlooks other people's wrongs,
Comforts those who aren’t as strong,
Delighting in others achievements and success,
It’s not superficial, self-seeking and obsessed,

Beauty is a person’s unadulterated soul,
Completely dressed, renewed and whole,
It’s not what you see in television ads,
Or a magazine model's newest fad,
It’s the essence of a person’s being,
Beauty is not defined by what you’re seeing,

Break away from faulty conditioned views,
Realize beauty is something we all can choose,
Take a moment to look deep inside,
Strip away any vanity, conceit or pride,
Watch as you begin to sparkle and gleam,
Then true beauty is what will be seen.

By; Sabina Nicole

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Out Cast

<                                Mirror mirror on the wall
                                  This isn't my face quite at all

                                  A ribbon in hair
                                  This seems so unfair

                                  Painted eyes
                                  Painted lips this I cry
                                 Dress of  lace
                                 I feel so out of place

                                 So I  cast this spell back to you
                                 Tee shirts and jeans will just have to do

                                 For now I tend to be running a little late
                                 From  mirror casting own spell which I hate

Entry For 
Matt Caliri's Mirror Contest
G.L. All

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The finest place

The finest place to stop 
is on the very top.

Volodymyr Knyr

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WAITING FOR THE WHALES Yupik 8 lines for contest

                               WAITING FOR THE WHALES
                                        with the Yupik

          On icy shores the Yupik women grab their down-wrapped kids--
          Muscled men push-slide long boats from old white plastic skids.
          Squinting grey horizons -- snow-fog blurs keenest sight--
          Wondering which hunter fickle gods will take tonight.
          Seal skin gear repels the wet while ice finds nervous hands,
          Hunters --cheerful-- brave the cold that rules in Arctic lands.
          Suddenly a burst of water spits above their heads--
          Spears flash—too late—whale disappears--but not a soul is dead.

Yupik people are one of the Native American tribes 
of Eskimos in Northern Alaska whose traditional life included whale, polar bear and seal hunting.
The U.S. government allows them to hunt one whale per season to fulfill their religious
and cultural tradition.  This hunt was near Barrow, Alaska spring 2012.

Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
Jan 11 2013

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Grandma's Phrase on Daily Living

Live everyday like there’s no tomorrow,
Or your life will be filled with sorrow.

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The poor

He's poorer, who rapes 
poor apes.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Each morning when I take my walk,
I see a sight which makes me gawk – 
A woman, in her seventies,
Whose breasts are swinging in the breeze.

Well, not exactly – there’s a blouse,
So there’s no cause to fret or grouse;
But there’s no bra – of that I’m sure,
And no elastic to endure.

She looks like she’s en route to work;
Perhaps the dress code is a perk.
Nobody even gives a glance
To see the way those puppies dance!

I wonder why she sports this style.
Would asking earn a frown or smile?
My theory holds, in protests past,
Into the fire her bras were cast.

Though that was many years ago,
She must have liked the feel and flow
Of being free and less confined
And thus, her bras remained behind.

A simple explanation – still,
I do not know and never will.
No matter whence her reasons stem,
Hats off to this unfettered femme!

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Fur Ball

<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
                 to me my heart just hasn't been quite set

                 but who could resist those baby brown eyes
                 and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs

                 so off we went in our broken down wagon
                 where the rear end you could tell was sagging

                 to petland is where we went
                 pocketbook really took a dent

                 odie and garfield was their chosen names
                 two bunny hampsters very different but the same

                 oh my little girl was not yet done
                 said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun

                  and don't forget their bedding liners
                  so their living will be much finer

                  but first you must buy them their cage
                  oh my little girl is quite smart for her age

                  she knows they like fruit and snacks
                  so she doubled order with ten sacks

                   ring ring ring ding ding ding
                   did it's cash register ever so did sing

                   eighty five fifty
                   well ain't that nifty

                   handed lady one hundred
                   mumbling under breath was said

                   left store in a hurry
                   with our clothes looking so dam fury

Written By Katherine Stella  7/3/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Pick A Pet Contest
G.L. All

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The babyish me

Beauty lamented when faced with that babyface O do give me more loveliness, with red lace! Such innocent eyes, Cunning and wise! The age of that baby girl Revolved around two in our world Yet, she was an attractive one Charming one, magnetic one None could get jealous of her beauty Except beauty itself in all simplicity If she was hungry, she ate like a bird If she was thirsty, she drank only curd If she fell while running, she stood and smiled If she cried, her surroundings made her not feel exiled! Dressed in her favourite red dress, She listened to old stories on her mattress And fell in deep slumber while dreaming of the Lord And how it is like in his peaceful abode! At two, this cute babyface, surrounded with black hair Could only jump and exalt at life without any care!

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I have made so many mistakes,
Allowed my life to be at stake,
All because of guilt and shame,
A cycle that no one on this earth could tame.

I have ran from the only one who could save,
Allowed myself to be a tormented slave,
All because I had never known true love,
A web that was spun consumed me like a glove.

But then a precious presence entered my soul,
Told me I was free and to just let go,
A lovely voice within my heart,
Said three beautiful words... Brand new start.

I have pushed away all attempts to feel,
For the pain of healing has become quite clear,
But the alternative was death in my body and spirit,
So once again I will allow myself not to fear it.

I have rebelled all because I wanted to be rebuilt,
And like a rose in mid- fall I started to wilt.

No more isolation,
No more complication,
Simplicity... wasn’t so simple
When all I knew was rough currents and invasive ripples.

I have climbed many mountains when all I had to do was speak,
And now I am on my way to the highest peak,
For the promise of the strong deriving from what was once weak,
Has finally come to pass in the humble, Pure and meek.

By: Sabina Nicole

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The Caravan that Rocked

Now this is a little story of the caravan that rocked
Whether parked in roadside lay-bys, the locals were never shocked

They travelled from the Highlands and motored so far and wide
Exercising their freedom, oh my! that you couldn't hide

They lived just south of Ullapool, and further north than Perth
But no matter where they parked, they always made it worth

Now this couple they liked to journey, to places so far from home
To York, Scarborough and Edinburgh, so capital in their roam

Where ever they went they took in the sights, so beautiful they grace
But every so often their caravan rocked, but never in a windy place

Their holiday nearly over, it's time to head back up the road
Passing places where their caravan rocked, their travelling home abode

They pass such lovely places, like Stirling and Callender
Stopping of at Granton On Spey, their holidays take them afar

Now very close to home, boo! it's work in a couple of days
But they don't mind, for their caravan rocked, without a wind to sway

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Good day to all my friends on poetry soup
I want you to know my latest scoop

Wherever you are, whatever you do
Please drop by, I have something for you 

Read my poems for free and be touch
It’s all original and coming from my heart

You can laugh, smile, or you can cry hard
My poems will entertain you if you are sad

It’s like buy one get one my dear friend
All in one and your emptiness will end

Come on now! what are you waiting for? 
It's discounted because its poetry galore

You will bring home a joyful spirit, God send
If you will give me your awesome comments


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O-bam-a question or two for you?

O- bam-a lot of people are unemployed.
How can you destroy this annoying factoid?

O- bam-a country is still at war.
Does this help any of the millions who are poor?

O-bam-a time to give everyone money.
Why can’t a hardworking man give a gift to his honey?

O-bam-a dispute with a cop.
Will you have a beer with me if I flop onto a chopping block?

O-bam-a change in health care is a buzzing bee.
What price will it ultimately be?

O-bam-a shot to stop the swine.
Is there enough to halt progress to yours or mine?

O-bam-a partie's glimmering success.
Does it eliminate this countries enduring distress?

Richard J. Long, November 2009

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when people say

Every day,
You would think people pray,
They scream Jesus mighty name,
But constantly use it in utter vain,
No one ever says Buda when they get upset,
They just say the name who freed us all with no remorse or regret.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Word I Hate When people Say
Written: 7/23/12

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Would You Like One Lump Or Two

<                                               Only one
                                              Mastoid  begun  

                                               Behind  left ear
                                               Boy  did it appear

                                                 Mom freaked
                                                Dr. she seeked

                                            Thought it was mumps
                                             But was a larger bump

                                                  Fead me pickle
                                              Didn't and wasn't fickle

                                                 That's all I know
                                                 From 50 years ago

                                             So Check newborn ears
                                   For ungodly lumps that suddenly appears

Entry For
Catie Lindsey's
Baby Boo's Shoes Quicky Contest
G.L. All


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written 20th may 2013

As the world shuts down
 lavish ladies put on their gown

Rest comes, as they comb their hair
 while others, fight the midnight air

All living lives, they had exactly detailed
 not a thought goes out, to those who failed

Homeless man...where was his fall?
 can any of you see or care, that no one heard his call

One tiny second, it's lost
 the next one to fall....could be anyone's cost

Be wise, and look to the skies
 for he is the one, you need to recognise!

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The Benefits Of Being Single

A horrible smell pervades the air,
It really is quite freaky,
It's time for my monthly underwear change,
Perhaps I should change it to weekly.

Or is weekly too much, I think it might be,
Perhaps I should do it fortnightly,
Because using those chemicals that might harm the earth
Isn't something that I take that lightly.

As I peel off my boxers they crackle and creak,
You could cut through the smell with a knife,
I'm single, I know it's hard to believe,
But I just don't want that trouble and strife.

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Rammed Into The Weedbed

Rammed into the weedbed she found her way to shore.
Her thoughts invaded by her crew who shifted on her boards.
Back across the water; her visions through a door.
One that shut repeatedly when shipmates pulled her chords.
Resting now as though a chore
that sailors leave like lords.
Down the boardwalk from the floor
relieving her in hoards.
Maiden ship from head to core
who's damage comes in torrids
Without these journeys and your lore
these men would have no swords.

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The clear pictures, taken by the satellite orbiting around Mars
for over a decade, have finally arrived here and fascinated us.

The Sphinx head in Egypt and the one on Mars have many veritable similarities...
wouldn't you agree? But who built the one the Red Planet:  the extraterrestrials?

Leave that to the imagination, or try to solve the mystery of the ancients;
now, don't assume that life will be found there despite those striking images. 

Although scientists speculate that Mars has water, only facts are a true possibility;
no assumption can come close to such a reality, if it hasn't been explored entirely.

Until NASA builds another spaceship and sends more brave astronauts into space,
we must hold our breath,...'till they return with proof of another extraordinary race.

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A Silver Fox Fur for PD

One thing a pink fox needs is a silver fox fur.
She is so mystifying; this will make her purr.

Lady with pure instinct; can never be tracked down.
She can mesmerize her mate, with her triple crown.

Her passion foxtail, deadly only unrequited,
Her deliberate path, rages when ignited,

She can never be caged, unless she rules the roost.
Endangered maybe to see, never to be reduced,

Cute and cunning like a real fox she lives life full.
Maybe different sign, though like Taurus the bull.

Silver fox fur provides look of wisdom that exists.
Cagey and wily, her mind and soul has many twists.

Silver fox fur brings out more of animal indeed.
Her appetite may ravage, although she shall not feed.

She maybe carnivorous, her hunger no desire,
Thirsting for her sustenance only will transpire.

Loving and caring of nature’s young wilderness child.
Captivated by their tenderness, fully compiled,

This pink fox so delicate, with a soul full of fun,
Her feminine wiles renowned cannot be undone.

Never under guess this pink or silver fox words.
She can slam you down; wipe you out like herds.

Written for

Sponsor (Destroyer ((Poet 
Contest Name P.D's INNER ANNIMAL 

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The modern super hero

Made up super heroes we're taught to love
Made up archetypes we watch get rough

We cheer on as they dispense justice
We've stopped questioning why we idolize this

As our heroes have become more brutal and more violent
We've become more detached and less present

We're passing our degradation of what it means to be a hero to the next generation
They won't be impressed until it's more violent, bloodier, the next super brutal sensation

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Today I prayed to God and cried.
Thousands of innocent people have died,
by a senseless heinous act,
thats become an international fact.

Our country was violated by evil men,
who thought they had a reason to sin
against our people and our pride,
to die as cowards by our side.

Our airplanes crashed like plastic toys,
creating mass destruction and noise.
The towers ,tall, began to rumble.
On national TV we saw then crumble.

Our people are trying to understand,
how this can happen in a free land.
A land that has been a haven to all,
has fallen victim to someones gull.

I see fellow humans in terrible pain.
I wonder what the perpetrator had to gain.
Was it to injure our countries heart,
or to have terrorism, tear us apart.

Heartache and prayer cover our nation.
People are screaming for justification.
So many people helping each other,
working together as sister and brother.

Much was taken in a short time,
yet, more was gained from this crime.
We have become united as one,
realizing, what this tragedy has done.

Acts of kindness and heroism are our fate.
Love reins far stronger than hate.
Evil tried to grab a hold,
goodness previals, we will not fold.

September 2001

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Super Victimized

Expecting 2 get something special
U end up getting part of the 'all'
So 2 compensate 4 the loss
I remain on the path 4 gloss!

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Canadian Sally

Canadian Sally with red ribbon strings
tightening an apron fit to the seams.
Canadian Sally with jet-black hair
bound in a hat of bright red beams.

Canadian Sally with pockets of fortunes
sowing them out to us all.
Canadian Sally of sombre spirit;
patience like that of a doll.

Canadian Sally a twilight bust
who's wreath circles 'round like an aura.
Canadian Sally from love and joy
who spreads it around like a flora.

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Human greed

Human greed 
feeds a creed.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Scaring Myself

I tiptoe through the darkness as silent as the night,
My ears attuned to any sound, there’s not a soul in sight;

Goosebumps prickle across my skin as panic washes over me,
I hear the slightest noise ahead and I strain my eyes to see;

My uneasy breathing fogs the air as my heart pounds on in dread,
I stand in the black frozen in fear, my feet have turned to lead;

I shiver uncontrollably as I wait in the dark alone,
Terror grips my heart as I prepare to face the unknown;

I’m poised on the balls of my feet ready to bolt into the night,
Then as I’m getting ready to make a dash, my hubby flips on a light!

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Our secret pact

 Written on 7th may 2012

The three of us, I don’t recall the time,
when we first met I shared all secrets of mine.

One of them I realized began to befriend me about an eon ago,
the other one I recall was with me since puberty, constantly seeking a glow.

The three of us made a pact for me to move on
but now it is only me and the two of them gone…………..

One was the inner me
and the other was the man in my mirror I envied to be.

But now it is three woven into one
and it is the new me.

As we draw our pact now and here
Would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear.

Would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest,
And give the people around me nothing but the best.

Would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations,
and work hard towards mending broken relations.

Would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear,
And take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear.

Would love to make an effort to be a good friend,
To my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end.

Would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving,
And spend more time in loving.

Would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous,
And speak only the truth and for that be courageous.

Would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly,
And cover them all with feelings that are friendly.

Would love to learn to be sensitive,
And towards others be open and receptive.

Would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me,
And be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see.

Would love to learn to be content about all I have received,
And focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived.

Would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees,
And  work to help out for carbon emission decrease.

Would love to learn to be forgiving,
And be more tolerant and caring.

Would love to right some of my wrongs,
And be true to myself and hum joyous songs.

And finally, would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude,
And to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.

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The Painful Facts

nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain and suffering,
Her torment needs attention , care and buffering,

She is so sensitive to pain, as were you and I ,
The slightest discomfort caused us to cry.

But because this is pain we can not now recall,
It does not mean we didn’t experience it all,

The nervous system is developed in Mom’s womb long before birth,
Of course, most people know this fact, for what it’s worth,

Why else does the babe instinctively move away,
When the medical probe is maneuvered her way?

She does not know the terms “women’s rights“, “choice” and “abortion”,
As she is killed, screaming in a fear and pain filled contortion,

But that baby’s pain simply doesn’t matter in this world of darkened lights,
She missed the boat when the flag unfurled for choice and women’s rights.

Dear child, you are just not old enough to be without pain and fear,
You see, we have too many excuses times one million a year.
May God buffer your pain my little friends when your shortened time is through,
And forgive your Moms and Dads for we may or may not know what we do.

And  ask God to have mercy on us self blinded pretend Christians too,
As we vote for politicians who promote killing your siblings and you.

Dedicated to Chantel

     This  is a repost of the poem written 5/01/2010 in answer to a charge that babies don't feel pain anyway so it's okay to abort them.
 The news today 4/17/2012 (AP news) reports that the fetal pain abortion law which recently came about in three states because of the scientific proof that unborn babies do feel pain is now under attack because people want to kill the little ones anyway in spite of their proven torture.
     Perhaps some day our society will become civilized and history will reveal these acts for the barbarianism that it indeed is. Until then let's keep praying for our youngest most vulnerable minority friends.
-Robert A. Dufresne

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I Want to Know What Love Is - Co-Written with Carolyn Devonshire

I heard the song and wanted to know what love is, so I turned to James
The Soup's king of romance knows it means more than just flirtatious games

     Dedication absorbed with love, for to feel it for the very first time
     The unification of two must gel like words in a poetry rhyme

This, James told me, and we explored the meaning much further
Many types of love, including a child and father

      Family life is important, reciprocation leads the way
      Whether blood, fostered or taken on, it's loves bond that says

We see an elderly couple walking hand-in-hand
This is but one type of love that many years withstands

      For so many fall by the wayside, taking different forks on life's roads
      Where a previously blossomed love has journeyed into destructs corrode

The deep affection felt for those whom we call our friends
Nestles deep within our hearts, a bond that never ends

     This we must truly cherish in a world going from day to day
     It does not matter where we come from, we are part of earths bouquet

Love knows no bounds and is shared with all humanity
One that respects each race and religion’s dignity

~*~ Co-Written with Carolyn Devonshire ~*~

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Modern Medicine is Nonsense

Ah, I do not and will not believe in modern medicine anymore,
it is not really modern, it is just meant to scare, that's for sure.

See, just a few years back chocolate was so bad for your heart
but lately the black variety turns out to be good it could not hurt.

I was once advised to stay off foods that are high in cholesterol
but now they say the high density type is in fact pretty acceptable.

Those smart asses told me to eat garlic because it is so good,
then last month came findings over-rating it as a health food...

which means all I ever got from making garlic as part of my diet
were body odors and stinking breaths…and that is not quite right!

Modern medicine is so fickle, just like our beloved womenfolk, 
often ordering us to jump without even first taking a quick look.

Better to just enjoy gobbling up what you find on the dining table
for life is short and them no-good doctors are just fooling us all.

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 

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Southern Exposure

Y'all c'mon down 
any ole' time, 
we'll be awaitin' 
with watermelon wine. 

Y'all are welcome 
to come define 
our red-neckedness 
among the graceful pine. 

We'll say, "Hey Y'all," 
and be inclined 
by our southern-ness 
to rip it up, divine. 

So bring it on, 
you raw moonshine, 
let yourself be red 
in the southern design. 

There's nothin' like 
fresh off the vine 
for a sweeter night, 
so poised and unrefined. 

Y'all c'mon down, 
form a headline, 
make newsworthy noise, 
along the coastal line. 

We're awaitin' 
the joyous sign 
you ain't forgotten 
our infamous dateline. 

We are still here, 
a fresh resign 
of America's 
disheartened central spine. 

Y'all c'mon down 
any ole' time, 
we'll be awaitin' 
with watermelon wine. 

Y'all are welcome 
to come define 
our red-neckedness 
among the graceful pine. 

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They Embraced Today

Copyright © 2009 #233
01/20/2009 // edited: 11/11/2012
(a new way)
-To Live And Pray-

On a brisk 2008 & 2012 Winter´s Day
  Americans voted and joined to pray.

Changing its history
  for a better humanity.

Freedom´s regal souls
  braved 2 days so bold!

Renewing Dr Martin L. King's dream
  uniting an American nation it seem.

A day etched in infamy
  for all humanity to see.

Brave Americans
  taking a stand
  on its blood soaked land.

by: LP

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Power versus Sanity

Literally lying to millions just prove a point
We can’t conceive of victory unless we have someone to anoint

The idolization of mythic heroes is a constant story
We can all take part of this myth and receive the glory

For better or for worse we are humans 
We choose to feel better than every other, banking on our base demand!

We can’t all be right, surge of the insane
We are inconsistent creatures just trying to stay sane

This is the human race, take it or leave it
We fight hard, reasonable or not, it’s win or quit

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Cruel Hearted Greedy People

My animals are like family to me, not just a pet.
 My cat is in labor, and she's having issues, so all I can do is fret.

The emergency Vet wants four hundred and fifty dollars!
 I don't have it, so she's denied and all I can do is holler. 

So what am I supposed to let her sit here and die?
 It makes me want to go stab that jerk in his eye!

You should be a Vet because you love animals, not money.
 What's a cat's life to them? I don't think its a damn bit funny.

I mean the economy is low and I'm not asking to do it for free.
 Just to let me make payments, how hard can that really be?

Cruel-hearted, greedy people that are ruthless and hollow.
 You can bet karma will most definitely linger and follow.

Some people just don't understand, she isn't a cat, she's my baby.
 There is a chance she will live, and I hate living on the whim of a "maybe".

What choice do I have? I'll take her to her normal vet tomorrow morning.
 If my "daughter' dies, that emergency Vet will need some serious warning.

She's a beautiful feline, with soft fur, half white. half black and stunning.
 With God's luck, she'll finish labor and her children will be coming!

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When we Awake

When we awake in the morning we continue the gift
We are given the chance to live and uplift

For we are the chosen to grace this fine orb
And whilst we are here it's our learning absorb

Many hands will release as they have grasped
It's holding these grasps that are our life's tasks

As we cup our tomorrows by step we will learn
The fortunate will prosper to adult from bairn

All our today's we will hold in our hands
It's out there somewhere, awaiting our plans

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Sally gave me an eggroll
when business had died-down.

One small and glistening eggroll
to take away my frown.

Thank you Sally; you generous Sally,
whom the dollar has no meaning.

You've bent the rules and made man fools;
and taken them out for cleaning.

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Caucus Over

      Caucus Over
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Romney claims he is most electable
Results conclude that is debatable.

Bachman stood firm on defense and health care law
Discovered her support was filled with straw.

Santorum touched palms, wore out shoes and truck
Had clear narrative, timing and good luck.

Perry soared, forgot, “oops,” and millions spent
Said thanks, boarded plane, back to Texas went.

Paul hates the Fed and loves the constitution
Deplores war, and young folks like his solution.

Gingrich defied odds, then truth made him sag
He moves on with hope, yet carries his bags.

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When we come to a meeting
We are welcomed with a warm greeting

We come together because of a loss and pain
At our meetings, always something to gain 

We try to help a friend
With hope and talks right to the end

This is a place you may see tears
We all have those fears

Where here to help our heart and our mind
All the people here are so kind

We talk about our loves, the good and bad
Sometimes we may get very sad

We listen to what someone would say
Someone may cry and that’s okay 

One of our own had started a group, BSG
Bereavement Social Group come and see

Life is to live and then we die
It’s those in betweens that can make us cry

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I'm surrounded by stores from inside and out
and frightened by one when all are in doubt.
Depressed by no money seeing items for sale,
while wanting for everything slowly going stale.

Soon I'll be shopping for groceries again
feeling hypocrisy's end,
while spending my budget all at once
and knowing that death comes again.

New given money will blind me
raising my feelings and stall.
Falling will send me out spending
While looking for dreams forsakes all.

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Your IQ

The higher your IQ,
the less your friends like you.

Volodymyr Knyr

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A jacket and a jack

The holeyer the jacket, 
the holier the jack.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Robert Hinshaw

Of all my favorite people here on the Soup
Robert Hinshaw is at the top of the group
Kind and funny and a cowboy at heart
His  wonderful western poems set him apart
A master of rhyme, he can rhyme 'most anything
To his great verse some humor he brings
Retired Air Force, he served his country well
I'll bet over coffee he'd have stories to tell
If you see he's posted something brand new
Stop by and visit,  and you'll become a fan too...

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The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........

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Living in a world of plenty, 
There are millions without any

Of the things that life demands.
It's something I can't understand.

The only reason I can see
For this gross inequity,

Is the touch of Satan's hand,
On the heart of selfish man,

Breeding avarice and greed,
Robbing those in mortal need

Leaving destitute the many,
Starving in this world of plenty.

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The Dying Embers of Chivalry

Darkness in the world suffocates and prevails 
I retrieve plaintively The Canterbury’s Tales  

Begin my own pilgrimage to the land of kings and knights 
When there were other meanings to the word heights 

To the time of true chivalry not outrageous impudence 
To the time of faith, nobility and reticence

To the time when audacity was more than just a software
To the time when allegiance wasn’t a singular affair

Knights of the Round Table heralded their pledge and prowess 
To their fellow men, they bestowed justice and largess

Well, such were the tales of true homage and humanity 
Before the human race was destroyed by the caltrops of vanity 

Along the path of my journey, I became aware of one truth 
It’s our own Renaissance that should be sought by our youth… 

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Black-The Jack Of All Trades

"Hello I'm Johnny Cash" his warm hearted greeting;
they knew it was the man in black they were meeting.

And this color black is also well favored
by those whose lifestyle is "goth" flavored.

Ladies all over have closets brimming
with black clothes which are supposedly slimming!

There's the black heart of the liar and cheater
which makes the other lovers seem sweeter.

The black jellybean stands out from the rest
there in it's Easter basket nest.

In black of night I wrote this all down;
might be the most versatile color around!

By Deb Wilson
for contest"The Colors Have It"
sponsored by Russell Sivey

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Filthy Gorgeous

Camera candy nose
Pyroclastic pose
Beverly Hills publicity
Her kitty’s named felicity

Do the Bentley boogie down 
In that shaved Versace gown
Vesuvius Christmas wreath
Viral presents underneath

Walk that red carpet ruse
Marrying mortgaged shoes
Spaghetti string saunter
Sauced communists want her

Champagne celebrity schmooze
Collecting her psychic's dues
Visions of pin-up hair
Her cleavage loves a dare

Diamond mirrored glasses
Nonprescription asses
Paparazzi puckered lips
Pillow tops of Botox tips

She seduces colorblind nations
Undressing orphaned obligations
Designer hip dysplasia
High heel knockoffs in Asia

Behold the drama queen
A feudal minx of screen
Begging the homeless to dream
Because Oscar makes her scream

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Only With Love

I hear the music of the Creator
 In the fire of the sunset, in the blue darkness of the night,
 In a starling’s song – a spring’s curator
 Even when the quietness is tight.

 It seems that love embraces all the creatures.
 No more sadness, loss and tears.
 No more wars, no more killed soldiers,
 And only Madonna tenderly cradle her dears.

 But how to understand where the evil vanished?
 How can you distinguish love from hate?
 How to survive in spite of all the deaths
 And know that our life is our mate?

 To know love we have to know evil,
 Clean our souls of envy and revenge.
 There is simply no the other way out.
 With only love beautiful life you can entrench.

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Linda Marie The Sweetheart Of P.S.

<                                            Sweetheart

                                          Where shall I start

                                              Linda  Marie

                                         You'll surely agree

                                            Travels  around

                                           Soup    land   town

                                     North  South  East  and  West

                                 Your poetry she  will taste and test

                                        Never leaves smitten notes

                                    Or even some nasty blog quotes

                                  She packs you in her traveling suitcase

                                     You know the one dressed in lace

                                          Wether stateside or abroad

                                          This woman is not a fraud

                                         Only kindness and senserity

                               If I was a guy even would ask her to marry me  { LOL }

                                          But for now will be forever friends

                                   Like A shining armor I will always's defend 

                                             This sweetheart of poetry soup

                            Who makes me not to want to fly from this coupe



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She would not think the way he did
How could one be so very bright 
Give all her passion to a cause
How could she have such skewered sight

He tried maneuver her with love
He tried to shout a bit and then
He thought he’d slap some sense in her
That’s when she left and said AMEN.

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They're funny, the noodles,
if they are not oodles.

Volodymyr Knyr

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They took him away, I don’t understand
He was wrongly accused, I’m taking the stand
They said he was bad, was that all they could say?
He was actually good; isn’t that a shame
He suffered badly;  can’t believe he didn’t won
Ten years in prison, now this is wrong
He payed the price, can you live with that?
Keep questioning yourself, did he take that shot?
They said life is too short, I’m disagreeing with that
I think life is unfair and that’s a fact.

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Looking at the Moon

Alba, remember, but will you remember me
Be where I can see you, but me you will not see

For I have been finally, driven underground
Returned to where I came, to die without a sound

And all because one day, in the month of February
An Aura appeared to me, my eyes caressed to see

Amidst these living days in absorbency two became
No culture, just our pasts, no one was too blame

In our living lives we choked, in throw ejected we
Poisoned absorbency bled, as we look around and see

In decision midst we're lost, to be answered soon
Alba, remember, but will you remember us

Looking at the moon?

" Many thanks Mr Tony Carey for the inspiration through your track title "

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Life does not always give you what you want but what you demand from it,
Life is like a roller costar you spin until your last ride.,
Life is like the waves,

When you live this life expect people to be different,
What you see is not what you always get,
Your close friends tend to disappoint you when you least expected,
When you think you figured out life temptations hit you.

When you feel as though you are stuck in a big hole and can’t get out,
People see you smiling on the outside but inside your dying,
Promises never kept,
Those you least expected to help you come to your rescue,
you feel as though your are becoming a stranger to your family every single day,
Life is like ecstasy and you feel as though you are a junkie who wants one more fix,
Nothing comes easy and you sweat trying to make it,
As the rich drive in the poor walk to work,
You come to a realization nobody is who they say they are,
They are either out there to get you or take favors from you,

Life is like a gambler who can’t stop gambling,
Life is when you hit rock bottom,
It’s when you bend your principles and values,
It’s the religious  or cult people join.

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Gender Study- Cat Calls

Tiring. You’d think they’d stop walking this street,
with all the men who do nothing but bleat.

Hopeless. When has a cat call succeeded?
You’d think they’d stop after they’re unheeded.

Heaven forbid I do not once call out. 
“Gay” (and much worse) the idiots would shout.

Goodness knows that I will never respond.
Who knows of more wretched men ever spawned?

How did this idiotic practice start?
It’s not the way to win a woman’s heart. 

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Alba Rises

Devolution, Independence, call it what you may It's all about people, and what those people say If they have decided, it's time the splits to be It's the end of a flagging Empire, I'm glad I'm alive to see What we call the United Kingdom, it's living in the past There was always going to be a time, forget the pasts aghast It's time to look to our tomorrows, rejoice in what they'll bring For one day we'll be one Alba, a population once again will sing UNSUPPORTED CODE

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The song of the corrupted

Tickle me blue; tickle me ten                                                  
You give me now, he gives then

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Sally version 2

Gracious Sally; my black haired Sally.
You've dawned a bright red cap.
My chicken balls; my coffee please.
A fortune before my nap.
You've tinged your bell; the coffees ready.
The customers turn their heads.
It's you I see; you waiting free!
with chicken balls in their breads.
And when at cash you call for me
and nod a tray you pass.
That after money and after thanks
your smile comes with a laugh.

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This doesn't make any sense

Blood like breath spilling from the lips
Life like death sailing and sinking ships

Dance in the sun, forget sorrow
Embrace into one; here comes tomorrow

Feel pain and die again
Never know when to say when

Love like life
There's blood on your knife

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The Weeds Among the Wheat

(Saints & Sinners in the Church / God's Patience with Sinners / Final Judgment
MT 13:24-30, 36-43)

He proposed another parable to them
"The kingdom of heaven may be likened to a man who sowed good seed in his field

 While everyone was asleep his enemy came 
sowed weeds all through the wheat then went off. 

When the crop grew and bore fruit, the weeds appeared as well 

The laves of the householder came to him and said, 
'Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? Where have the weeds come from?' 

He answered, 'An enemy has done this.' His slaves said to him, 'Do you want us to go and pull them up?' 
He replied, 'No, if you pull up the weeds you might uproot the wheat along with them. Let them grow together until harvest; 

Then at harvest time I will say to the harvesters 
"First collect the weeds and tie them in bundles for burning; but gather the wheat into my barn." 

"He who sows good seed is the Son of Man, the field is the world, the good seed the children of the kingdom. 
The weeds are the children of the evil one, and the enemy who sows them is the devil. 

The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels. 
Just as weeds are collected and burned (up) with fire, so will it be at the end of the age. 

The Son of Man will send his angels, and they will collect out of his kingdom all who cause others to sin and all evildoers. 

They will throw them into the fiery furnace, where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth. 
Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. 

Whoever has ears ought to hear." (Taken from MT 13:24-30, 37-43)

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I, a Scottish Golden Eagle

I, a Scottish Golden Eagle so regal on the breeze
To soar on thermals high over Scottish Glens with ease

To look down on the lands of kilted, pipes and lochs
Witnessing the scattering of our clans, be present at our loss

For Andrea's Blog, if you were to be a animal?

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We Came Upon A Clearing

We came upon a clearing as we all started to choke Our eyes hurting, painful, us soldier serving blokes Pieces of black floated, sporadic burning embers passed Hazed buildings we could see through the trees, chimneys a fast A stench captured our senses, nothing like this war has before As we progressed through this something, my heart skips to sore Beyond the barbed wire fences, deadening cries filter all around And then I see skeletal beings, it's they who make those sounds Emaciated to thin, I've killed men before my eyes Women, men, and children so young, it's like watching the walking die Through the gates we go, human carcasses piled so high The hardened in us tremble, and many of us start to cry The strong that we meet, hold our hands and welcome us so Leading us into some buildings, we entered, they wouldn't go On entering we now understand, their unwillingness to follow we It beggars belief, mans inhumanity to man, that allows this kin to grieve Furnaces still roaring, burning bodies consumed by their heat Do I image they were alive or dead to meet this ghastly greet We enter another building, witnessing piles of shoes and suitcases I've seen many a sight in this war, but never a sight such as this The strength of me now exhausted, in wretch I'm sickened to disgust It's plain and clear, so evident that I've witnessed murdering lust To the air I wanting go, for their memory I'll never forget And for the rumours that these places existed, for some will they regret < :( >

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The Blinded Fall to Damascus

Truth has become socially malleable,
personally customized and saleable.

Ruled Politically incorrect,
by the self appointed elect.

We’ve hit that slippery slope running,
led by diabolical cunning.

We're on that horse and galloping like Saul,
persecuting salvation...right St Paul?

The sin is the same as it used to be,
just a different apple tree.

Work out your salvation in fear and trembling,
for Truth and lies are conveniently blending.

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A simple X-ray

Too often, a simple X-ray 
makes militant atheists pray.

Volodymyr Knyr

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A rank and a prank

The higher the rank, 
the droller the prank.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Detox me from this World

Obsessions and vanities 
False lovers, calamities

Misfortune and shame
Our world’s sinister game

The more you have the more you need,
Fixing your eyes on possessions and greed.

Stab your neighbor through their eye
So they are blinded by your lie.

Keep all busy and far from home
So children are left to roam alone,

Murdered by the age of eighteen
What do you expect when your world is creating machines?

Assembly lines are still in effect,
Just this time it’s your soul they require you to check,

Loyalty fades through each generation,
Yet we wonder why so many are filled with manipulation.

Take a pill, for Everything
As long as you perform, conform and bring 

Take no time to share or care
Just as long as at 7am you are there.

Smiles are perceived as suspicion,
Our mouths are ammunition.

While each group gets worse
We embrace societies curse.

For intellect now rules
Yet, technology has created fools

Dependent on everything else
Except God and ourselves

Detox me
From deep within
For this war is something I will win
The shallowness of daily faces
Leads my spirit into dry places,

Detox me
From former foes,
For their webs were spun and I didn’t know,
Their empty hearts that cannot understand me,
Leads my soul to cry out to thee.

Detox me!

Detox me!

from this world.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Diamonds In Your Eyes

Just like shining stars in the sky,
Your traits and beauty held so high.

A diamond`s remnants that are so precious,
Labeling you with greed is fallacious.

You came from the bosom of a great seed,
which imbues love and seriousness indeed.

Your demise is still like a dagger in my heart,
Losing two of you is like floating in vague cart.

Written by
Olusegun Arowolo        Date:12-22-2013

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March or any Month's Madness

Madness seems to follow everyone it seems these days.
People seem to be so angry, in so many ways.

I did not use to have much stress, in years past.
Though here lately, pressures grow very fast.

Dealings in my job of facility property that’s old.
Seems like so many want it free, and make it bold.

Though I have found if I grant one a bold gift,
Another comes around and gives my life a rift.

They seem to want to be fair in who gets what.
As long as it is themselves that get, others not,

Other things I have noticed about so many chums.
They want more play at work, and become bums.

Now not all are like this, but the bad seed churns.
Making life harder on others who make good turns,

I enjoy all the differences people have within.
Though here lately all the madness starts again.

written for
Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire 
Contest Name March Madness 

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The Days are Here

Time is ticking, where do you stand
Oblivious to who really controls your land
Working class… working fast
While working many perform crafty tasks
Promises for peace, truth and understanding
The undertone requires sacrifice and branding
What will you do on that day?
The bible says many will go astray
What will you think when there’s no order?
And you find out they regulate all your borders
Greed consumes the majority
It’s as if you’re already in their sorority
Fallen into the webs and traps
 Inside media, hip hop and rap
So many sink into the lies
Of hypocrisy and compromise
Judgment comes within the church first
Many of Gods people seem to live the worst
You can manipulate people and alternative places 
But I pity the day the lord rebukes all those faces
Repent while you can, turn from sinful desires
To save yourselves from the eternal fires
Seek Godly counsel, surrender your will
So your life’s purpose can actually be fulfilled.

By: Sabina Nicole

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I love to cut my fruits into smaller pieces,
which makes digestion easy with soft faeces.

The surgeon has to make a deep cut to remove the tumor,
putting an end to different insinuations and rumor.

Government has decided to cut down production of coffee,
so that many people including the youth will become caffeine free.

The program was cut short to give room for the president speech,
As his cruel remarks cut her deeply as she stands on the beach.

CONTEST:"Three or More stanza,Three or more thoughts on the same idea" Sponsored by

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No Superhero

I believe in love, 
Not in you

You've hurt a lot of people
That's something no superhero would do

Wimpy attempts prove one thing
You're desire for my love has no honesty

Did your time
Escaped your grind

Whatever is left behind
A toy maker can fix and polish to shine

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Your nose

Your nose knows that when people sweat 
they get, alas, not only wet.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Another World

From the other side of the world, in the quiet of our sleep,
Some friends perhaps we'll never see, into our corner creep.

To them our world is upside down, we're standing on our heads.
When we awake to read their words, they're dreaming in their beds.

Our winter is their summer, their fall is our new spring.
More different than alike are we, except in this one thing.

We are members of Soup Poetry.  I am sure we'll all agree.
We're alike in reading, writing and in loving poetry.

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In Search Of Jacob

<          riding home with brother and friend from convenience store
            this masked man got out of his trucks door

            asked each boy what was their ages
            made them place bikes in ditch or face guns gauges

            Jacob was the oldest of the three
            just 11 good gracious golly

           St Joseph Minnesota close to St Cloud
           days weeks month lined with flowering shrouds

           his mother and father got congress to sign an act
           for crimes against children and sexually violence attacks

           now there is a bridge of hope
           called Jacob Wetterling foundation so families can cope

           our little lost sheep
           we still to continue to shed tears and weep

           for there is still an unmarked date
           where death has not been filled in on your headstones slate

Taken Oct 22 1989 From St Joseph Minnesota

In Search Of Jacob Wetterling still goes on

You Are Not Forgotten 



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We all need Recovery from something

Recovery may be needed after going through many difficult storms,
Dysfunction can be performed in many different forms,
Some may cope with drugs,
Others may suffer from the impact of a child never being hugged,
Many work so much they never stand still,
While others simply get stressed out and take several pills,
Some overeat to stuff their emotions down,
While others partake in getting drunk when no one else is around,
Some are less subtle and may secretly self-abuse,
Cutting, picking and inflicting pain hiding all they bruise
Some get into bad relationships because of low self-esteem,
While others live a life where all they do is constantly clean,
Whatever you need recovery from its important to know you’re not alone,
Many people are stuck in cycles and never have been shown,
They forget to be honest with themselves and those who truly care,
Afraid that they will be judged, pointed at and never be repaired,
Many live in bondage all alone inside,
Spend their existence always having to hide,
So many people would be saved from an early grave,
If we learned in life to stop and listen,
Find out what we are really missing,
Some people won’t seem to budge
 We forget to let God be the real judge,
Embrace a friend or even a stranger
Help someone that’s in some sort of danger,
The power of just one person embracing others,
Can change the world for another.

By: sabina

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Sally's Fortune Cookies

Sally's broken fortune cookies
are piling in the back.

Orders being broken
by men who won't take flack.

Boxes dropped by workers
anxious to get home,

cracking Sally's cookies
and leaving them like Rome.

In time I'll go for coffee
when Sally's counting pieces.

With luck she'll give me several
until the dropping ceases.

They'll come in tiny bundles
wrapped in plastic bags;

that some will come with fortunes
and some will be in rags.

The truth is that they're tasty
and worthy of their ranks.

I'll have to say my blessings
and Sally: say my thanks.

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Times Change

Times Change                            

I was born in the year 1940
Growing up I was a little naughty

I was a little scared
To really be bad
We started to see many strangers
People reacted to different dangers  

My mother and her friends stopped the late night talks
People were being more careful during walks

My mother and friends started locking doors
We seen protective gates going up on the local stores

My family and I lived in New York City
Things became worse and not to pretty

Garbage thrown in the yard and the street
By people that were not clean or neat

Women could not walk by men without words
Men would make sounds like chirping birds 

After a few years of worry for my kids and wife
We moved from the city and started a new life

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Greater Cause 2K11

For what if one had life to live once more;  
Would one live differently as before?  

Would there yet be the thought of greater cause;  
Blessings tallied, giving prayers because?  

Hearts blue, skies grey, souls dimmed, pouring showers;  
Beauty exists though one sees not flowers!  

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I always wonder why the world is round
I keep thinking that it’s a merry go-round

It’s full of surprises, good ones and bad
Why life is this way, that’s so sad.

People pretend, but who really knows
They become pretenders, perfect for the show

Today we live; money is the way to go
Is that all that’s important, you’d think so

I listen keenly to some people I know
It’s just ridiculous the things they glow

I consider myself crazy, most people would say so
In some cases lucky, the way to go!

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Patriot's Play Scheme

Patriot's Play Scheme 

Should I make love or leave well enough alone?
Even though may be young teen or fully grown;
My decision, what things will it be affected by?
Nothing works out no matter how hard I try.

My life bottomed out and became abysmal,
Yet I will struggle and continue on still;
Even often by bad things I am bothered,
And may have hooped much and also hollered.

What must I make out of all this musty mess?
So I can be sure to obtain and reach success
After many great throws my balls would land
Exactly where I eagerly, earnestly had planned.

On one dastard day luckily learned how to dance;
In much more time, appearing to be a spance
I religiously became such a romantic soul
After one shot ball (Eagle) ended up in a hollow hole.

My worried mind became such a heavy load,
And I humorously decided to hit a long road
To recovery being that God and of course I
Won't use footballs having air in short supply.
Passes and drives landed which went so far;
After pretentious putts I made ended up par;
Personal sports psychology became prophetic;
Patriots play scheme seemed to be so pathetic.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

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It hurts Him so to see my pain.
Though I would see my loss as gain.

My mind beclouded, devoid of reason,
Remaining hot through passings seasons.

The years have come and gone again,
And still my anger ramains the same;

So I entreat the Lord above,
To fill me with forgiving love.

Forgive them for me Lord, I pray,
For I just can't, even today.

Cleanse my heart and purge this ire,
And quench the lust of vengeance fire;

For it hurts no one but myself,
It only hurts, it doesn't help.

Remembering hurts of long ago,
Won't help a thing, so let it go.

                                     Judy Ball

Do you really think your enemies care how angry you are? 'Course Not!
In fact, they enjoy your discomfort and Satan's having a ball, sooooooooo --- Let It Go.

"Never take revenge, Beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written,
'Vengeance is Mine, I will repay', says the Lord."
                                                            Romans 12:19

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We are We can We must

Foreign are the thoughts of others
Like the minds of past lovers

Thoughts to which we may surmise and guess
Intentions remain questions, answers yet to confess

Reasoning reached through the labyrinth of the mind
Shared reactions due to the nature of our kind

Fractured we stand, divided by difference
Splintered we are, lacking repentance

We may pass, but hope remains, burning from within
We may ignore, but hurt remains, entrenched in sin

Pride leads to want, leads to power, leads to war
War leads to fight, leads to hurt, leads to more

Rise and fall, we cycle through civilization and destruction
Start and stall, we succumb to self-imposed attrition

Time unfolds and we're forced to react
We constantly plan, but we often lack the tact

To mend the cracks that divides our kind
To embrace the momentum of our time

To believe we can and must strive for more
To turn the key and walk through the door

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Sally version 4

Sally's stuffing eggrolls in the back room.
Filling them with beansprouts
in case they have a boom.

Hundreds of these eggrolls
piled high for later.

Boiled in an oil
for each and every crater.

Some will go behind the glass
warming in a pan;

shining in their dipping oil,
tempting for a span.

Placed upon a plate and shimmied
to the side;

up against some rice
that's deep and dark and fried.

Dipped into a plum sauce
sweeter than a sneer,

and spread out on your plate
as far as you can smear

Flavour by the mouthful
damp and moist and wet

Sally's making eggrolls
the best that I can get.

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My Home

Welcome to my home for this is where I'll stay
It's where I was born, and where I'll end my days

It rests on the banks, of the Caledonian Canal
Surrounded by it's Highland beauty, in typical enthral

Cedars, Firs and Birch trees, iconic in their settings
Rain clouds often surround us, cascades them in their wetting

Then there's the carpets of heather, that cover clannish grounds
Where you can tip toe over it's surface, and not even leave a sound

To view the blooms of gorse, and marvel at our thistles
Just leaves you so in awe, walking with a whistle

We appreciate what nature gives, these breathing awesome beings
To watch them in her wilds, we rub our eyes at seeing

We are steeped in wondrous history, some good and not so grand
But nowhere on this earth, will you have stepped on welcomed lands

So welcome to my home, of mountains and the glens
Where us Highlanders reside, the ultimate of men

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Into the Darkness, But I Emerged

I wish I was asked this question when I was five years old
For it's a question I would have answered as my words unfold

This never happened yesterday, it was way back, 1966
What made our neighbour decide, to ignite his floorboards sticks

Our whole house woke in panic, smoke billowed everywhere
Into the darkness we stared, at five years old and scared

Thoughts running through my head, confused in a darkening world
Then suddenly I could see, my vision became un-blurred

What I took I couldn't grab, for it was already a part of me
For I, I took myself, and thanked my eyes to see

But going back to the original question, just what would I grab
It would have been an image of my brother, he was seven, and he was fab

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 Write me a way out of sadness and pain
Make it a whimsical , happy refrain.
Pen my way down to the old berry patch
Where we built a house of palmetto thatch
Write  me a path back to childhood's domain
High on a ditch bank at play in the rain.

   A Florida trail that you pencil in gray
Made of oyster shells out of the bay.
Lay out the map made of words that unwind
To take us to someplace that waits in the mind.
An inroad to knowing what means more than gold
A pathway to healing the heart and the soul. 
  So much time has come and gone
And now I'm left all alone
I think of Florida and I smile
So, please write me home, just for awhile

Written with my niece, Johnette Loefgren

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In the Courtroom

He forgot to remember her name but remembered to forget her claim. ============================== Contest:Chiasmus Date:10th March 2012

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Ole Town

As the first rays of the sun pierce through the clouds,
daylight accends upon the land laid in shrouds.

Warmth now greets all the corners of the small town,
earlier the mists had their task to wash down.

Fresh scent of roses from balconies emerge,
in the town square the villagers begin to merge.

Men now frantically on their way to work
as hawkers with their fine wares begin to lurk

Pretty women,with their shopping bags in tow,
small children following behind in a row.

Vicker makes his way across the cobbled street,
along the way meets mayor and town's elite.

Police patrol areas that are their routes,
on the outskirts, a bunch of hiking boy scouts.

A typical nice day in little Ole Town,
evening calls, stop at the pub, the Triple Crown.

(Persian Mathnawi):

Mathnawi or Masnavi is normally poetry written in rhyming couplets. It is believed it emerged from an Iranian form around the 4th - 10th century, and the name is Persian and is not Arabic as some claim. The subject is usually heroic, romantic, or religious. Some Persian Mathnawi are especially significant in Sufism, Rumi's Mathnawi-i-Ma'nawi is an outstanding example.

Most Persian Mathnawi are normally eleven (11) syllables, occasionally ten (10). There is no limit to the number of couplets.
It has a rhyme scheme a. a.. b. b.. c. c. etc

21st June, 2012 (c)

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Ring Around The Collar

<                                    ring around the collar

                   now don't it just wan na make ya ~ scream and holler

                                      whether day or night

                                      it can be an Erie sight

                        you stand there and ~ scrub ~ scrub ~ scrub

                     even sometimes bent over  i n  that  ~ tub ~ tub ~ tub 

                       water and soap dripping up and down your arms

                         dog and cat fighting trying to cause you harm

                                  yelling and screaming at the kids

                                   wondering now what they did

                               you kicking the lid shut on the commode

                              saying ah crap this stuff's getting too dam old











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INTENSITY- In Defense of Intense People

Not everyone can live life in the “intense” mode
It taxes their emotions, and that they cannot bode

They want to be laid back and take things in their stride
So they tuck away their hearts and then run and hide

Intense people are a drain of time and energy
But if you want to see intense, take a look at me

Moments in life with emotions and thoughts are laced
Intensity kisses time, makes it sweetly paced

Sometimes my intensity…can be quite "INTENSE"
Embodiment of passion: woman with no "sense"

But look at it this way, and then you’ll get it right
Passion should be intense, anytime day or night

Think of it and imagine… that long scorching kiss 
When you are pleasured, intensity you’ll not miss

Think of how you’re wanted with intense desire
Intensity makes eternal flames from fire

Intensity of thought will make you feel profound
It’s what will make you soar high...up above the ground

Intensity gives meaning to moments in time
Makes you intensely long to live in the sublime

Intense adoration will be a nat’ral thing
Love will be intense and fulfillment it will bring

Intense caressing: love making to the extreme
Desire drenched in real life and not just a dream

Intense, intense, a curse or is it a blessing sweet?
Well, I guess you’ll never know, until Eileen you meet! ;)

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Intro to A Little Zetz - recited

                Men have their habits and women their traits
		Which help determine the course of their fates.
		Even the gods do adhere to these rules
		And, just like mortals, act often like fools.
		Setting the stage, we will see we’ve been led
		To Morty and Ceil, over 40 years wed;
		While up on Olympus, both Hera and Zeus
		Are seeing what mischief a zetz can produce.
		If zetz is a word which you’ve not heard before,
		It’s Yiddish and so it has meanings galore.
		Consider a zetz like a jab or a poke
		In a physical way or in words someone spoke.
		Let’s eavesdrop on Morty and lovely wife Ceil
		And see how a little zetz alters their meal…

(this is the narrator's introduction to a play i wrote - entirely in rhyme - which was part of the strawberry one-act festival in new york city, performed on march 2, 2013. the link below will take you to the entire 16 minute play on youtube)

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fire sparks

now close your eyes and see afar
the leveled horizon of the raconteur
who wields a power to conjure up
past daily drudge and interrupt

the mind to spark synapse connection
and fill it full of extrospection
tales of manes of horses and highways
and roughish plots galloping sideways

lovers and warriors and conniving wives
jesters too clever, and kings too unwise
jungles and oceans and barbarism abound
chests well treasured, and ships run aground

the chronicles continue crafting of characters
sublime scenes surveyed, defying descriptors
but sit, carry on flying fast o'er the earth
to hear the whole story of the whole universe

as the narrator goes on giving of account
with panache and flair to roundly expound
to ears of intensive interest say the least
about angels, gods, and the mark of the beast

to frighten, to enrage, to amuse for the now
to tearfully weep, for protagonist not allowed
to come to the zenith of courage and triumph
instead falling to dispair, of dim-lit asylum

and the teller continues on with the tale
of wills and inheritance and prospects unavailed
our enchantment's complete, attention absolute
to relish the stories with complete gratitude

crowds riot and armies and plagues awash over
the forests, the cities, green fields of clover
to roll on with the chronicle told by the fire
bombastic or mundane, more infatuating desire

the story is loved, and by the teller caressed
to be passed to the listener now happily blessed
what, we wonder, could be better than this
to be held by this tale, and passionately kissed

© Goode Guy 2014-02-24

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The Sand Man

You try to hold the desert sand in your burning hand,
To measure your inflated ego as a mighty man
And as the grains slip through your hand, you finally understand,
You can walk upon this earth, but ...'God' still owns the land

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The Iowan Walk

"In a land full of corn, you've got to just laugh a little."

The gravel flies out from beneath,
The hicks smile with half their teeth.
The corn grows,
The horses have shows.
Flat paths and lanes lead,
All starting with the soil for the seed.

As country plays on the station,
Under God is our Nation,
Playing close with friendly people,
BINGO tonight or riding the bull.
Views on the Mississippi river,
During the winter we all start to shiver.
Living in a reality world,
The doors are slim but few are curled.

For it's Iowa the seasons come,
The bottles are opened with whisky and rum,
Talk is everywhere about our city,
here there are plenty deer to hit in  pity.

Tractors fly in style,
Come visit and you may stay awhile.
For there's casinos and bars to see,
A castle called Jumers; grab a key.
Viewing beauty from the peer,
The beauty found in every mirror.
The MidWest lives fine,
It opens up glory in one to shine.

The traffic flowss through each town,
On the way through going up and down.
The hills with cows astray,
The nights over; back to the day.
The city people leave for work,
Sending off messages as each is a perk,
Neves lending a need to be,
Opening new things to see.

For it's Iowa the grass grows green,
The people are friendly; not too mean.
The glory of the state is here,
The glory is very near.
Talk and walk the Iowan way,
Come visity and maybe you'll stay!

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You See the Inside of Me, Amy

My likes and dislikes you are about to read
I loathe racism and conglomerate greed

Being in the middle mix, when there's a Sandra Dee
Always promoting themselves, hey look at me

The mistreatment of family, neighbours and friends
As hopefully their intelligence bucks this trend

Our treatment of earth's gems, her animals and plants
Succumb to never as the big companies rant

But inside of me there are many things that I love
They are so close to my heart that they fit like a glove

Firstly my children, three boys and a girl
Andrew, Steven, Rebekah and Liam - they are my world

Secondly there is, my music and art
But the sounds are the first as my arts to restart

The third are the seasons of beauty I await every year
Especially the spring, when buds and fruits appear

Nature delights our vision and captures our minds
It's the reason we react, to beauty and grind

So Amy Green, the above is my say
It's basically me on any given day

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Don't Box Yourself In

Don't box yourself in
To follow the way of sin
Don't box yourself in
Let Jesus give you peace within.

Repent, confess and forsake the wrong
Submit yourselves to Him and He'll make you strong
With faith in Jesus, you can make it through the burdens you have to bear
For He alone will show you how because for you  the Lord does care.

There is no dark of night or light of day
Where you can go the hide yourselves from Him, so-

Don't box yourselves in  to a world of living without the Lord.

Just trust Him daily; His Will to do; His Word, commands to obey

And He will always be  with you and never let you stray from the path of 
righteousness and the Divine Holy Way.

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Teaching is a work of heart.
You must approach it as an art.

Give of yourself so the children feel
That your love for them is real.

They need to know that you are there
And you teach them because you care.

Your words and deeds are examples, you know
If you don't love teaching, you should go.

A teacher is born not made, I believe
Education and training will not deceive.

Either you are one chosen to teach 
Or their little hearts, you will not reach.

Consider these words, I imply
If teaching school you wish to try. 

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During my sleep no sound is powerful enough
to awaken me from the realm of harmful realism.

Hours roll and not being aware of a temporary death,
every past life's event I relive with bitterness and regret.

I flint as an airplane piercing misty and thick clouds,
not wanting to be trapped in any hypnotic state.  

People who harmed me suddenly come into view,
some are dead and still haunt me with their laugh.

I sweat as grass on a humid day, I terribly shake and fall out
of the bed...realizing I've left the realm of harmful realism.

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The Court Of Humanity

This man will hang for his sins against humanity
Judged so harshly by his peers, he will not be set free

He asks “Why must I die for my crimes?”
“Because you’re guilty and it was only a matter of time”

He demands “But who decides if I’m guilty?”
“We do, we are the few thus we are the many”

The man stood in silence as he contemplated this
He queried “That makes no sense, what point did I miss?”

“Our meanings are not for you to decipher”
A quick moment of silenced followed, broken by the man’s laughter

He jests “How am I to understand my fate, if you will not share with me your conclusions?”
“Do you mock this court? The only conclusion you shall know is that we will not tolerate obtrusions”

He observes “I think this is a case of the blind leading the blind”
“Justice is never blind; we understand you and your kind”

He accuses “You are all like me”
“Yet you’re guilty, while we’re free”

He asks “So freedom is perception, we are as we perceive?”
“No freedom is corrected to serve the people’s needs”

He asks “So freedom is a business, produced by whom?”
“Freedom is none of your concern, your time is up, and your life is due”

And so the rope was put around the man’s head
He demands “Wait let me speak my last words before I’m dead!”

He speaks “All I fear is that I will be forgotten”
“That my family will not remember me and the other side will win”

“I don’t understand what it is to be human, I can’t handle the pain”
“And you all understand too well, yet you can handle the shame”

As he braces himself for death
He utters his last words under his breath

“If ignorance is bliss”
“Then apathy is a heaven you couldn’t bear to miss”

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The heat and radiation 
confronts the frustration 
our sun grows bright
and the fire dims right
the people stare and wait
scared for there lives "great"
others don't worry about it
smoke a joint and say "doubt it"
I sit here in my room, A/C on
cold as ice and write an con
continue my novel or guitar riff
as others stare at the sun so stiff
but as the last second nears 
and the people lose some fears
the sun goes over the horizon 
while the people sigh at the Vizion 
and then I go outside knowing
I knew something big was growing
then the sky made a silent sound
as the earth made the cold ground
"the calm before the storm" I said
"not this false start again- again"
I was wrong and the sky filled the coda
and the last thing we said was "supernova"

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Blooded Honey

Her face is like a marble statuette,
blank of expression, emotions beget.
Motionless throughout vicious verbal storms,
driven by not complying to shared norms.
Weep, weep, weep bladed tears of rusted blood,
the only nectar of a frozen bud.

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I been havin' a real bad day.
Nothin's gone right and my skies are grey.

I usually am quite chipper and kind.
Not a more generous soul will you find.

But today if it could it just happened to me.
I want to just quit, run off and just flee.

Car's in the garage, it'll cost a ton,
To find out what's wrong, that mechanic's a bum.

The T.V. is broke and the stove's on the fritz,
Can't wait to see what that cost's to fix.

I'm behind on my bills, my account's in the hole,
I'm out of a job and my wallet got stole.

I went to the bank for a loan, buy some time,
And the Bible says Job had a lot on his mind.

No dice at the bank and my car's now in hock,
Without any money guess I'll just have to walk.

I yelled at the dog, shoved the cat, kicked the kids,
It seems that it all has just hit the skids.

I can't buy a thing, pay a bill, go to market,
It's hard when the devil puts holes in your pocket,

To look up and smile and give praise in all things,
To trust Him and love Him and lift voice and sing.

I feel so ashamed for the things that I've done.
I thought I was strong but I just came undone,

When things all started to slide down hill,
The examples I gave didn't quite fit the bill;

So I'm asking the Lord to forgive, see me through it,
Cause it ain't my fault, the devil made me do it.

                                                           Judy Ball

About This Poem:
So often we find that when things get tough it's easier to give advice than it is to take it.
It's much harder to experience hard times than it is to watch someone else go through it.
So we tend to judge those who are going through it if they don't quite measure up, even if we have made  the same mistakes ourselves. We say:|Oh well that was a long time ago and I'm different now and I've been forgiven for that.|
But not if you condemn others for the same thing.
The Bible clearly states that we will be judged the same way we judge others and by our own measure it will be measured to us. Remember:
There but for the Grace of God -- go I.

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Inquiries of Life

Do you know who I am?
Am I, real or a scam?

Can anyone really know?
Since we all go, to and fro.

Who is it next to you?
Are they, fake or true?

Who or what to make choice?
Speak up, you have a voice,

Do you know who you are?
Do you live, with any scar?

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Too Many People

There's too many people and not enough room Take a trip to the markets on an afternoon Highways are jammed with cars six abreast Crowded hospitals people waiting for tests Long lines at the movies or your favourite eatery Suburbs are expanding we're losing our scenery How to survive if populations keep rising Leaders are concerned which is not surprising Don't have any answers only some questions Begging for help have you got some suggestions The ingenuity of man has always come through When threatened we've always known what to do Let hope mankind finds the solution some day Otherwise our society will just fade away © Jack Ellison 2013

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Here's Sum Fun!

Google me
Kanoodle me
Please whole kit'n'kaboodle me

how rude I'll be

I demand at least
you doodle me

Then how sweet
my mood'l'be!


Now don't you try
to foodle me

You really can't
bamboozle me

'cuz I'm smarter
than my poodle be!

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My age a blessing
Not a curse as some may think.
For how could I stay alive
If my eyes not able to blink?

The years which are added
Pearls in the necklace of life become
That’s why I will grateful remain
To the day this journey is done! 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   4 January 2012

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Everyone Should leave a Legacy

So many people love to tell others what they should do,
They point their fingers and whisper words of ridicule,

They Judge the world with the words they so often speak,
Look at others that are struggling, as if they are weak,

So many claim to have it all figured out,
Their statements scream they know what life’s all about,
While they Pass by strangers with looks of shame,
Little do they know we are all the same,

You can dress the flesh in whatever you’d like,
Suits from Armani and dresses of prestige delight,

The truth remains simple and bare,
In order to live we must breathe the same air,

We are naked and exposed when we all stand in our showers,
Yet we lie to ourselves thinking we possess so much power,

For at any moment disaster can destroy all we worked so hard to maintain,
We can be sentenced to a life with no title and no name,

The masks we wear tightly can suddenly melt away,
We can be left on the side of the road with nothing to say,

God forbid, we breathe our very last breath,
Earlier than we ever expect,

What would our legacy be?
Did we ever stop to help anyone else that was in a tragedy?

Or did we live like hypocrites and canker worms,
Treat those who were under us like contaminated germs,

We all have a day that’s written in the sky,
Let’s live with purpose before we have to say goodbye.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Fine line

It’s fine to be successful and work hard for what you have, but too many people make their title such an obsession that they forget about their families and friends. They forget how to love and listen; they become judgmental and critical of other people and begin to look down on people. Some even forget where they came from once they get where they want to go, while others simply never cared to look around to begin with.
There is a fine line…

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                                     THE BOOK LOVER

                        Some women pine for silks and pearls
                        Some shop away their hours
                        But I’ve a book-hound in my blood
                        Preferring books to flowers

                        Each page I touch With loving hand
                        I trace the print snug there
                        The whitest page grants me delight
                        The yellow brings despair

                        The old bookshops on dusty streets
                        Are storehouses of dreams
                        They guard the dancing continents
                        And trolls that bridge the streams

                         And for each story hidden there
                         Mid pages silken glories
                         An offering of bouncing tales
                         replace bland bedtime stories

                        And on this paper
                        Fine or rough
                        my fingers gently roam
                        Safely in these books I find my place--
                        And build myself a home.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Juja, Kenya

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On what the Spartans need

What the Spartans of
each country need is
their own legendary
hero Leonidas.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Once at the end of those days which made me a teen
My heart fluttered and danced with twirly beats, so keen!

In love I was and thought of the world as a flower
Blooming and blossoming in the hands of its gardener

Myself a mountain, a lush and lively one
Green with trees, home to the most beauteous swan

Pining to be united in a  marital bond
I took a leap, the forbidden one, for my vagabond!

A fair one he was, with a tender heart
To laugh and live, he needed my start

My leap took to me to the end of the abyss
Now for a united bond I care not, except when I sip my koumiss!

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                               THE LIGHT HEART

                           She lost her light heart
                 Somewhere between dead parents
                           Not being worldy smart
                  Had the rest Lover-beaten out of her
                               No matter where--
              Life's magic has been lost or wrapped in fur
                                 Her light heart
                            Has vanished in a blur

                       Victoria Anderson-Throop  12/4/12

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life just ASKS for me to be sarcastic

life is weary my eyes are teary life gets harder every time i guess that's why we have to rhyme are you ready to go? they're about to start the show... my head is spinning round and round waiting for this girl to be found share- it's such an empty word it takes flight just like a flightless bird life will come around to scare to you this must be new i could tell by the way you acted you were well distracted it looks like a jerk's work i'm surprised we've not all gone berserk

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A Fall, Y'All

Paula Deen, the Southern Queen,
Known for decadent cuisine,
Just revealed that she’s concealed
Some news from which she hasn’t healed.

This cook-show host was diagnosed
With Diabetes, which engrossed
Some former fans, whose current plans
Include no dishes from her pans.

Her food is fried or butter-fied;
To cut out fat, she never tried.
Some folks observe the food she serves
Has given her what she deserves.

In one regard, it must be hard –
Her cooking lard must now be barred.
With all this heat, she shouldn’t cheat,
For we are truly what we eat!

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My Pal Joey

<                                         my pal Joe
                                    well don't you just know

                                     his illuminating writes
                              will drawn you to his pages site

                    epulaeryu ~ burlesque ~ didactics ~ or sonnets
                      you'll wanna wear a nice and sunny bonnet

                                          land sea or air
                            let your imagination take you there


                                     inspiration bounded for your soul
                                       my pal Joe surely does know

                                  glad he's just a phone call away
                                 to lift my spirits in so many ways

                                    and if you want succulant mango
                                first you'll have to dance to the tango

                                        So please stop on by 
                          to give my pal Joseph Spence's poetry a try

Entry For
Adaleke Adeite's
Praise Your Poetry Pal Contest
GL All

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A Life Saving Whim

We are going to Corfu, what a great thing,
Come on its booked, let’s go and buy everything.

‘Hang on,’ say’s hubby, 'In Corfu it rains a lot'.
'I want more sun, not the rain, we have already got.'

But it’s booked we are ready one week to go,
‘I want to change it’ he says, 'so to Rhodes we will go.’

At that time we didn’t know what a crossroads that was, 
Instead of Corfu, we changed it because,

My husband and I wanted more sun than the rain
That was the point in changing our plane.

Ok, we are at the airport, now watching and waiting
The flight we were booked on was just to the runway taking.

It stopped all of a sudden and smoke did appear,
The poor people on board, they could not get out of her.

We had changed our holiday on a whim because of rain
Fifty Four people died in front of us on that plane.

The plane we had booked but had changed at the end
Took all of those lives but our prayers we did send.

The crossroads had appeared we were lucky that day
We had changed our course and our lives that we can say.

But to the families of those that perished back then
We have never forgotten and ours prayers still go out for them.

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Gods Message

One night, a sweet young angel was sent by God to Earth,
To bring the people of the world, news of the Christ childs birth,

He travelled north and then went west, from south to east went he,
But not a soul would listen, as he sang out joyously,

"Behold" he cried "the lords own son is born to you this day"!
"he delivers all from evil, and will wash your sins away"

As God looked down, he shook his head, he knew they could not hear,
or recognise one angels voice, through ignorance and fear,

And so he sent a heavenly host, their voices filled the air,
then placed a star over Bethlehem, to guide his people there,

In the dim light of the stable, the angel wept with joy,
he knew god heard the peoples prayers, and sent this special boy,

So even if you are one voice, don't ever be afraid,
that god has never heard you, or watched you as you've prayed.

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Liberty is a Gift

Whether we are black, red white or brown
We are all born to wear freedoms crown

Liberty is gifted from mother to child
The freedom from birth as viewed from her smile

No one has the right to take either away
However its been done on any given day

Retribution is not, the answer for this
Its our civility laws, that return us to bliss

We enter this world free, with impending forks on our roads
What gives us the liberty to freedom unload

Whether we are black, red white or brown
Some of us will end up to be freedoms clowns

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Mr Nice Guy

Thing is I’m human and I do smile I act stupid every once in a while I do it because happiness, I express You, I don’t need to impress See I’m all calm and nice You make your bet and roll the dice Always wanting to make me mad You love it, you’re so glad Thinking you will have an effect Make me think I have a defect But I really don’t and won’t care Believe it, it’s only fair I shouldn’t waste my valuable time Your mere existence is a crime How do you face yourself and live When misery is the only thing you give? People like you are so wrong To this world, you shouldn’t belong Thinking, you’ve got it all Owning everything, standing tall Thinking everyone else is weak Compensation is what you seek You have no faith in yourself Just another book on the shelf You were always insecure The insanity in you is pure So listen up don’t mess with me This dark side will take over me Don’t even think of giving it a try For I won’t be Mr. nice guy

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The Smile of a Child

It is something most of us take for granted
But a lack makes children's lives disenchanted
Though it cannot be completely prevented
Proper surgery can make a life less lamented
Unclasp those hands held so tightly in prayer
Help a child live a life that is not so full of despair
And give them a beautiful gift that is bereft of strife
Because the smile of a child is the greatest gift of life.

(in honor of the great work of - stop praying and start doing!)

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False lover

Chilling thoughts consume my mind,
I once found it hard to forget your kind,

Disturbing feelings dangle from former threads,
When I remember words you casually said,

Now you are just a ghost from long ago,
Yet, familiar spirits haunt me so,

I speak the word and then they flee,
You’re no longer the boss of me,

Nights underneath the moon so bright,
Over powered by his dazzling light,

It’s no wonder you had to quickly leave,
Someday the darkness you will dreadfully grieve,

Swollen by the times we shared,
Inside your box you were quite scared,

Spinning webs like you always did,
I made a vow and spoke my bid,

A pretentious weed stuck in poor soil,
At last my dear I need not toil,

In your garden of false delusions,
Our love was one massive illusion

I have bound you  forever by his infinite power
I now know who I am in these final hours

I forgive your sin but surely you will die
Without repentance to the One who is more than just in the sky

My name has been erased from you
For I have grown inside, I have been made new

With a tree of life and a garden of love,
With roses that blossomed and birds which are doves.

Purity, restored in spirit body and mind
Never again will you be able to find.

Me, my heart, my future, my now
In time you will have to bow 

And kneel
To the Creator and give an account for all the souls you tried to steel

But mine was preserved and your motives absurd
without these stories I would have had no glories
without the pain
My testimoney would be in vain.

Goodbye false lover,
Goodbye fake friend,
I always knew you and me would come to a chilling end.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Brown and blue

He who's not in time for a loo
gets his things both brown and blue.

Volodymyr Knyr

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I Know The Cardboard Man

Will I cross to the other side this time?
Or have a heart and give my last dime?

As they say but for grace that could be me.
He needs some help not my sympathy.

Been times I might be holding that sign.
With little hope and the sun wouldn't shine.

Will we realize the truth we are seeing?
After all this man is a human being.

Fear at times will make us grow cold.
For all we know his soul's made of gold.

So this time I won't just walk on by.
I'll listen to his plaintive,silent cry.

You know this man is still somebody's son.
I'll reach my hand to him and I won't run.

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Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health

                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark

Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude





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A Place To Hide Away...

I need a place to hide away 
That i can go whether night or day
to lie and dream of you and i 
In a world where dreams and hopes dont die
Far away from the greed and wrath
Sloth, envy and pride link to one path
All on this path travel in dark 
Money and wealth will give them no spark
Along their path comes stife and pain
Quick, easy pleasures consumed in vain

I think of the future that they pursue
                 and my own future i seriously review

I decide i want to be an exception

As this dark path does not suit my perception.

Yes, lying here has been quite a refreshment

It is now easier to suffer torment

Knowing soon i shall drift and leave them behind

New friends, new cultures, new people i will find

Feeling rejuvenated i proceed to open my eyes
                   Life will not have structure, but adventures ready to arise

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Heaven Can Wait

<                                            left behind
                                              how divine

                                              his choosing

                                               my losing

                                            unfinished work

                                              must  assert

                                           I truly understand

                                         " God's"  choice in plan

                                     for " He " needs bigger wings

                                            to carry all my things

                                    and when those clouds spread eagle

                                      it will become finalized and legal

                                              my final destination

                                        will be "Heaven's" sensation

                                         and the reunion will be nil

                                     with family and friends lying still

                                               so for now I'll wait

                                       for my sweet "Lord" to set the date

                                              to return for only me

                                            in  clouds more of three

Entry For 
Catie Lindsey's 
Left Behind Contest
Gl All










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An anti-Semite

For a Semite a mite 
is an anti-Semite.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Anarchy in the UK - re-Written

This once nation of peace and calm, lies close to chaos and anarchy
It's Government will be in struggle, imploding indefinitely

What gives a person the right to carry a gun on to our streets
When challenged by the police, they can't accept their greet

Knowing they are totally wrong, some can't even admit defeat
Community drums now sound, then the morons take to our streets

These little sheep from hours earlier, turn rabid in bravado show
Turning on who can not defend themselves, as their manic strife grows

Businesses that survived two wars, are engulfed in a matter of hours
It's time to pass new laws, enforce to the full their powers

How many of the arrested have jobs, mortgages and families to feed
Yet they plunder the lives of others, to fill their moronic greed

They even try to help the injured, then decide to rob him as well
Society once again turns violent, as the media show and tell

Days of rioting abound, whilst the moronic multitudes grow
Is Anarchy their cry, many couldn't spell it I'll let you know

In a few days it will be over, families and businesses torn
I wait in anticipation, for the next calm before the storm

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Shadows suffocate purified air,
Voices that whisper no one cares,

The moon surrenders to the sun,
While Madness tries to steal what has already begun,

But just like the fiercest labor pains late in the night,
When it gets so hard and you lose your will to fight,

That is when the crown of life starts to be seen,
All that pressure in the end makes one glisten and gleam,

Carry on through the storms you now face,
For God won’t let any part of your struggles go to waste,

One person’s heartache is another person’s hope,
Sharing your story is like a fortified rope,

On top of a mountain used to assist others that climb, 
Always remember to extend it in perilous times,

And if you should ever fall down yourself,
The extensions you have secured will bring you great wealth,
The extensions are physical, emotional and spiritual health.

By: Sabina Nicole

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Wisdom Where

Wisdom cannot be saved or even engraved,
Wisdom can be craved, but never enslaved.

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False Prophets and True Hope

When searching you must take care
The answer is always out there

Even if it’s not what you are
It's ok it’ll only leave a scar

The truth hurts when it can’t justify
Everything you’ve done and you’re forced to ask why

Take comfort in the thought 
That you probably won’t be caught

God is watching everyone
You can’t be judged because you’ve already won

Religion is your veil
Subject the naïve and you’ll never fail

What would Jesus do,
If he were you?

Would he still be a martyr then?
Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men?

It is our ambitions,
That can solve our ambitious contradictions

The problems we face
Are ours to erase

God only measures as high
As your will to survive

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Why ladies keep themselves always clean

Ladies keep themselves always clean, 
if some gentleman by chance will lean.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Split persona

Fusion of the wild, wet and free
As you breathe sweet nothings onto me
Into me slowly in line with desire
Integrate urges upon my retire
Border illusion, behavior forgiven
Guilty confusion punished in prison
Linger me deep with the anti septic
As devious thievery pawns the eclectic 
Dilute remains of hearts that melt
Intrude me softly below the belt
Where lust awakes the narcoleptic
And narcissists become epileptic
Poise the remnants of fallible heat  
Concentrate shivers and implicate me
Repeat impeccable summits of pleasure
Perfect the strokes by which time we measure 
Teach me to follow, go with the flow 
Lead me to depths of places you know
Fall into screams that show your reprise
Lead me to ecstasy, open my eyes
Rid me of tendencies harbored with ease
Show me of paramounts, cure my disease

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Don't Judge

Don't judge me if you do know zip
For facts are dressed from toe to tip
My recital you never try to read
Thence blinded and hurt by the blood they bleed.

Your animadversion plant it please
For no man is perfect or so you'll see
Why marred that angelic mug of yours?
And force to you my want to deplores?

All of us writes but a different story
Filling each with countless shame and glory
You see but an impression of my looks
And speaks to but a version of my books.

So don't judge me if you do know zip
Since bad karma might seek your lips
My recital you should try to read
Flaw lies in blood that we players feed.

Dovey Annie

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No, No, No

Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.

The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.

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Rest and work

"It is better to rest than to be rested and
to  be over worked  than  to be worked over "

Contest:"Chasmus" by David Williams

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An itch

An itch 
reveals a bitch.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Our age

Even our serious age
does not make us all sage.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Circular Motion

Bleeding, living, dying
Hurting, loving, crying

Emotional distortion
Such a tumultuous portion

Humans in transition
On display, on a mission

Failure, success
One may only guess

Overall it’s underneath
After all it’s all belief

Stuck in motion
Inevitable devotion

Despite what some may feel
We all whirl around the wheel

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Innocent angel sent from God
I am feeble and somewhat odd
I play and eat, I cry and sleep
As you pray God my soul to keep

The older I get the more I learn
The more I get to crash and burn
The more I smile because of my friends
And wish my teen life doesn’t end

But now I’m weak as a child again
My health becomes difficult to maintain
And now I slowly lose my breath
My last day; a touch from death

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A marriage and a bet

One’s meanness and the other’s foolishness abet
them in arranging both a marriage and a bet. 

Volodymyr Knyr

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The day started out so beautiful and warm.
Then the sky opened and out dropped a storm.
The day was filled with rain,lighting,hail and wind.
The scary part is everyone thought it was the end.
Everyone said the sound they all heard was a train.
This tornado caused so much devastation and pain.
The tornado came from the sky and took away lives
Dads,moms brothers,sisters,husbands and wives.
A home lost a car crushed a business gone.
They could see the devastation at early dawn
Some people gone some people still buried.
So if they can't walk they will be carried.
So we'll all work hard and help them rebuild.
Next storm we'll ask God for a shield.
                  Teresa Skyles

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New Hampshire Has Spoken

New Hampshire Has Spoken
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Romney is choice of the republican elite
With thirty-nine percent he’ll be hard to delete.

Paul’s crowd is excited and nipping at his heels
They’ve made monetary policy issues real.

Huntsman says third place gives him a ticket to ride
So on down to South Carolina he will slide.

Gingrich has fallen and he is madder than heck
His story is about the cards in Romney’s deck.

Santorum is still smiling and is headed south
Will his message relate or is he just a mouth?

Perry did not know he was even in the race
Betting on the Palmetto state to save his face

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The Zoo

Oh, the wonders you’ll see at the zoo!
The colorful creatures that you may review
Once inside you can peek past the fence
And then you’ll be able to finally sense
The curious nature of big roving beasts
Who stare at a group after chomping on feasts
Of flesh from a weaker link in the food chain
While strutting their tails emphasizing their vain
And self centered ways as if you do not matter
For in a heartbeat they could turn you to splatter
Yet oddly enough they are quite entertaining
For all of the tricks that are learned in their training
Upon their arrival they’re already taught
To like their confinement since freedom is naught
Consequentially the animals feel safely kept
Their daily routine of exploits they accept 
So worry not for the dear creatures, my friend
They’re happiest when they cannot comprehend
Empowerment comes with some sufferin’ and cryin’
The humans can't reason as well as us lions.

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You Snooze You Lose

<                                                  You Snooze
                                                     You Lose

                                                     Lazy Head
                                                     Get Out Of Bed

                                                      No Bread
                                                      No Fead

                                                      Big Bob
                                                      Get A Job

                                                      Soap Queen
                                                      Loves To Dream

                                                      Got Dough
                                                      Hell  No !

                                                      Rather Sleep
                                                      Then Leap

                                                      Sweet Dreams
                                                      Wanna Scream

                                                      Gotta    Go  !
                                                      Work You Know 

                                                      See    Ya    Later
                                                            Alligator !




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You played my mind 
With that tricky style

That untamed shimmer in your eye
Leaves my world upside down

You disappeared like Houdini
And came back with nonchalance

You shared a new world
Then took it all back

You held me and soothed me
You whispered love to my soul

But you lied, and you stabbed me
Yet I stand tall, unbroken

You are too real to be real
Too believable to believe

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The Love of Quiet Awakens Me

In the middle of the night, my eyes open wide!
Warm and cozy, my husband sleeps by my side.
Not a person is rushing; I hear myself sigh.
Some say it is a sleep disorder, but not I…

Up on my feet as my eyes start to blink,
I run to the potty then, grab a quick drink.
Relieved and refreshed, I do not go back to bed.
Out to the sun-room I rush instead.

There in the quiet I sit undisturbed.
Not one complaint; no one acting absurd.
My thoughts become clear, not one idea muddled.
No television roaring or football team huddled.

I sit all alone at my computer in silence
Pondering poetry and thinking of science –
It happens that way, a noiseless delight.
Crickets are singing in the middle of the night.

When all of a sudden what should I hear?
The alarm going off; time to get up, my dear!
The children all snuggled before time for school.
I turn off the clock and start the day's whirlpool.

© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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History has a funny way of always coming out to play peeping through with fierce, red eyes seeing through my well worn disguise there's something there I can't explain like an exception to deceipts sick game I trust him with my deepest thoughts he completes me, this is for what I have sought all I can do is trust his word trust is not that absurd that's what makes this demon called past merely a memory that will last I can't complain to be fair I look in the mirror see what's standing there the wall is still here, it's yet to go but in my eyes I see room to grow I want him here that man I trust the one that makes me want mto adjust here by my side to hold my hand and walk with me through complicated land to know the real me, know everything I think we both deserve this trusting thing So history come out to play just know I'm not going to run away.

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My heart contest

My heart melts for those who are in need,
I tend to always plant the right seeds,
My heart cry’s when others are in despair,
I know how life can be unfair,
My heart sings when others do well,
I listen when others have something to tell,
My heart aches when someone is in pain,
I love to just hold them, and watch the healing rain,
My heart rejoices when others persevere,
I keep my motives pure and sincere,
My heart grieves when I see the lies,
It fills with anger when people compromise,
My heart yearns for those that were forgotten,
I know that people can treat others so rotten
My heart is the feature that is my best,
For my heavenly father gave it to me to Bless.

By; Sabina Nicole

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Darkness Dares Us

Darkness dares us to dance to a different beat
Some faster, some slower, just watch their feet

One thing for certain, the dancing will end
Last dance, lights out, it's daylight again

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So soon you forget me, when work comes in play.
Out of sight, out of mind while you're on display.

Didn't you say, this would not stress you out?
It is what it is; just a paycheck no doubt.

I can already tell you are working too hard.
Impressing the bosses who turned in your card.

I am still here when you remember to breathe.
Or hold it all in as you puff up and seethe.



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America after 1962

On June 25, 1962 prayer was taken out of school
It was like losing a ring's precious jewel 
If you look into America's history 
You will find that it is no mystery
From that date on we haven’t been as strong
I believe we have done something terribly wrong
What they teach in history books simply overlooks
Important information that has raised up a blind generation
Youth, family, education, and national life is far from the same
We have lost morals and values that our forefathers firmly proclaimed
A Blessed Nation under God we have always been
But in the last 50 years it has become destroyed by an abundance of sin
Divorce rate is at an all-time high
While so many children grow up fatherless and wonder why
Gang violence increases each day
Teenage pregnancy has become a common way
Young people search for love in all the wrong places
Leaders in government wear faulty faces
Role models have become extinct
Technology while good has caused many jobs to sink
A nation rife with perjury
Broken marriage covenants In need of surgery
Unforgiveness extortion bribery slander and profanity
We need God to restore us too sanity
Hypocrisy, and lawsuits initiated solely for revenge and personal gain 
Doing things are own way has caused us much pain
The rich are getting richer and the poor sit back and cry
People have lost their integrity yet shake their fists at the sky
If you want to learn open a bible and begin to read
If we listened to its wisdom we wouldn’t have so much need
We have become too liberal as a whole
Besides having so much debt, we are all losing our souls
If anyone talks about God in school they risk losing their profession
Yet more and more young people suffer from anxiety and depression
Many are on medication making doctors filthy rich
So many people are dying in their own emotional ditch
Statistically we are on a downward spiral
Many people turn their heads or just live in denial
History is important to learn
For it shows us how quickly society can turn 
We all have to answer to God someday
And if I were you I would start to learn his way
For if we are going to continue to be America the best
We have to take a moment to address
All the ways we have allowed this country to slip
Take personal responsibility and restore our spiritual grips
Weneed to take back the people's power
We are living in a crucial hour
If we don’t open our eyes ears and mouths we will fall instead of just bend
who knows this time if this damage we can mend.

 by: Sabina nicole

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White Walled Room

I sit here in this white walled room, not knowing what to do,
I sit here in my misery, thinking all my wrongs through.

All there is to do in here, is think of my mistakes,
And think of all the people that have blown me off like flakes.

This room is full of people that I truely do despise,
But I have done them wrong as well, see myself through their eyes.

Its really hard to understand why I mess up so much,
But in this white walled room it gives me time to dwell on such.

And why I'm so pathetic i guess we will never know,
I know I'm stuck in here because the punches that I've thrown.

So anyone thats reading of the white walled room I'm in,
I'm sorry for what I've destroyed, including ex best friends.

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The Fen and Kingdom

Esthetic arts and ample wisdom
Upon a sullied fen and a gemmed kingdom

Sullied fen, how filthy you are!
Beauty has fled and is now afar

We seek wisdom, it is to be found
Not among what your grime surrounds

They left the fen, how selfish within
Here, the shallowness of mankind begins

If only they’ve seen the glamour it holds
Wisdom within, wisdom to unfold…

Wealth and gold, marvels of life!
Upon the kingdom’s crown were rife

It lay somewhere among the attire
Yet it was neither wisdom nor satire
O kingdom it was wisdom you claimed!
One your prosperity and wealth have tamed

Beguiled they were by the gilded reign
They now believed it was wisdom’s terrain

They have failed to see, How shallow is sight?
Beauty has just demolished insight…

“Insight is beauty… Beauty is not insight”

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A roundworm

Unlike his fellow Dick, a roundworm 
stays in the human gut not being firm.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Feminine nature and dominant speed.
Sweet surrender and futile in need.

Empty pages of frivolous lore.
Navigation necessary to explore.

Breaking the tide; neglecting the heart.
Shallow from fear still she did impart.

Polished and bright in the evenings allure.
Insensitive design and intentions impure.

Gladly they wait for her exquisite retreat.
Haughty she'll watch as they turn down the sheet.

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Arthurian Legend Part 4

Now Sir Mordred was an evil knight
and always causing trouble and strife
He seeked to destroy Arthur’s throne
and take it from him, for his own

He was full of hate and jealousy
towards the king who became his enemy
Taught by the evil sorceress, Morgan le Fay
Arthur’s step sister, who led him astray

There was a court hearing for the Queen
but Sir Lancelot was nowhere to be seen
The judges decided to burn her at the stake
Sir Lancelot discovered his darlings’ fate
As the execution proceeded that day
Sir Lancelot swooped down and carried her away

They escaped to Brittany in France
Sir Lancelot’s home town, where he trained to lance
Now Arthur was in such a rage
he gathered his army to engage
They travelled to France in hot pursuit
ready to punish the deserted two

Now Mordred was left all alone
in Arthur’s kingdom, he took the throne
He would have inherited the whole estate
but he was greedy and couldn’t wait

He told the people that Arthur was dead
and he was now king and do as he said
He brought off the people with money and gifts
and raised an army, a rebellious rift
Now Excalibur was hidden away
but the scabbard gone, stolen by Fay

Arthur found out about Mordred’s rule
and returned from France to confront the fool	
So Arthur and Mordred went to saddle
both armies’ Gathered ready to battle

But Merlin was nowhere to be found
the evil sorceress had him bound
Enclosed in a crystal cave
Unable to cast a spell to save

At Camlann they fought with spear and sword
a fierce and bloody battle, roared                                
The fighting lasted all through the day
high losses on both sides, bodies now lay

© Copyright 29th December 2010 K.C.Leake

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A sole and a Soul

It's a bliss for a sole 
to trample down a Soul.

Volodymyr Knyr

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I'm 20 years older than my young studmuffin
Stare all you want - he's my trophy husband!


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Dream State

I broke my pen today
I lost my own way

Forgot what I could find
Consequently I am blind

I won’t be the same
Again I’ll eat the blame

Feel but do not touch
This pity is my crutch 

Pray to God and break
Keep me alive, not awake

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At table

He is fatter who is able 
to ignore his friends at table.

Volodymyr Knyr

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You are strong and bold...
Ageless stories go untold...

Our soldiers will come home...
To escape wars growing dome...

We pray, you be strong...
For our Nations freedom is not wrong

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Ale and love

If there's not enough ale 
all attempts to love fail.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Pauper bow to King, King bow to Pauper

There are times, when I the pauper, pretend that I am King.

Power uncontested have I, the master of everything.

Beloved by all my subjects who adore me from afar.

Festivals honoring this miracle me, my name etched in the stars.

Tailored cloths adorned with jewels to cover my royal hide.

A simple tear or pin prick drip and I toss them all outside.

The finest foods from around the world brought in each time I dine.

Fill the goblets of glowing gold with most luxurious wine.

My leisure is of royal command my joy by royal decree

Just think of it, a whole Kingdom thinking me High and Mighty.

A knock disturbs my nap one day in late afternoon.

Another ball in my honor at the next full moon.

Posing for another sculpture, another portrait commissioned.

This bard’s song of my good deeds, and that one’s new rendition.

My every day so busy now, my Kingdom must prepare,

Strong against our enemies, may they all beware.

I toil over strategies and rulings of my court.

Solving problems of those little people with whom I do not consort.

Into bed I fall asleep exhausted every night.

My advisers unrelentingly needing my ear at first light.

More battles to be won today new subjects fall in line.

Soon the entire world it seems might very well be mine.

The people they need food and drink, I must divide the lands.

The royal lists of would be Lords, all under my command.

Arguments continue on it seems they never end.

So many to bow before me and yet I’m without one friend.

Every decision a higher cost, nothing’s simple on this throne.

It has been near fifteen years since I had some time alone.

Slumping on my golden throne, lost in royal thought.

Sometimes when I am King I pretend that I am not.

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Sudbury Noodles

If people were noodles and lakes were their soup,

Sudbury's basin would be a great scoop.

300 lakes or just a bit more.

Some have been counting and some are just bored.

Sudbury's water is healthy and clean

leaving our noodles shining with gleam.

Fresh water soup minus the salt,

fresh as going into; fresh by default.

Trees for our parsley cover our shores

keeping us fancy and breathing for more.

Soup we serve fresh out of each bowl

welcoming noodles the world whole.

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She cannot pass a mirror for she is well equipped.
Makeup is her weapon and her blouse always unzipped.

She lacks in education unless it's fashion, flare or style.
Her knowledge lies in darkened eyes of scrutiny so vile.

She only craves attention, and will let you gaze in awe.
Then turn her nose up in the air if you have a flaw.

She only speaks to those who share her quality of life.
She will search the land for a wealthy man who wants a trophy wife.

There is no doubt this she will find, for vanity is in.
She doesn't know the price she'll pay for this deadly sin.

For when her looks begin to fade, no surgery can hide.
The lack of  desire that's required; It's only found inside.

Her convenient life of luxury is fading as is she.
A receipt found in his pocket for the maid who's pouring tea.

Her youth and beauty missed somehow, when hired to mop the floor.
Now, it is she with his money out shopping in the store.

She cannot face the mirror now; Disgrace and shame replace.
The glory she once did admire when she painted on her face.

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What annoys me contest

I can enjoy a tasty meal
But I must tell you how I feel
If you’re chewing very loud
I can hear it in a crowed
If you’re eating very near
I must make it very clear
That your mouth must be kept tightly closed
Or I will simply just explode
My skin crawls when food gets teared
Crunching hard makes my eyes completely flared
Open mouths will make me scream
When people eat just like a machine
Popcorn, chips, or even gravy
Eaten loud will make me crazy
Any food munched on with force
Will lead me to act with out remorse
I don’t know when or what or how
But I can promise you just like a vow
If you begin to chew
I will turn into someone you wish you never knew
so here me now in my innocent plea
Eat gently when your in front of me
For my ears they quietly adhere
For a noise that brings them to tears.

By: Sabina Nicole

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My Debut!

I’m not going to let anything stand in my way, 
I’ll conquer the world with the things that I say;

From now on in life I’ll do things for me,
And I’m gonna be who I want to be;

I’m tired of people telling me how to live,
Standing behind me telling me to forgive;

I gonna do things on my own conditions,
And in doing so fulfill my own life ambitions;

Being my own person that’s what I desire,
I want to be someone that people admire;

It is my wish to be someone people look up to,
This is the new me, welcome to my debut!

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“Did Einstein have computer?”
“Internet can tell you better.”
“People there know the answer to this?
How can they, if they didn’t belong to the generation of his?”
 “Because people research, working seriously;
Not like you, questioning continuously.”
“But my dad says that curiosity is good.”
“But unearthly quests do not have fruit.”
“Didn’t the telephone idea seem weird before it was devised?”
“Just go home and focus on the chapters which you have to revise.”
“But among those chapters are the authors’ thoughts;
Their brain carrying knowledge of all sorts;
Most of them I heard, were weird like me
They had this great power of envisioning things that others couldn’t see!
 Isn’t it great to write something so that the whole world reads it?”
“Yes, but you have to revise your present chapters to achieve it.”
“But Uncle Tom although topping high school;
Became none other than some company’s managing tool!”
“It doesn’t matter until your salary is good
And you can always have your favorite food.”
“But I don’t think about money,
I want to find out how all days are sunny.”
“Okay okay don’t earn a dime
Arguing with you is a waste of time
 I give up! Now you should be gratified
Among the world, I wonder when you will be identified
Sit and hope till then,
And make the people around you insane!”

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After the Knock

Two young children play outside the house,
Inside a mother watches through windows folding a blouse.

With the kids in the back she heads to the chair,
When through the front window come soldiers, a pair.

One is dressed like her husband the other more like a priest,
Then came the knock, sounding like a relentless beast.

Her mind said just leave them outside at the door standing,
Her hand opened the door, on her knees she felt herself landing.

The soldiers told of her husbands fate,
Wanting them to just leave her tears could not wait.

The two young children came in the backdoor,
Seeing two soldiers and their mommy on the floor.

The oldest asked mommy what is the matter,
Come here my blessings, hugging, I will explain it later.

Her world had flipped, turned upside down,
He returned to her in a casket with a flag draped all around.

They had to drive from the airport to their small country plot,
She couldn’t count the people lined along the road, but it was a lot.

Each one waved a flag, some cried as if they knew her girls’ dad,
She’d never seen most of them, but seeing them now made her glad.

She saw signs that read “Welcome home Hero” and she filled with pride,
Even that couldn’t stop the tears, at the gravesite she just cried.

She stayed there saying goodbye, her family had to pull her away,
She’s glad they did for she wouldn’t have left his side that day.

She is exhausted, overwhelmed, she must sit down,
Then she sees the photo of him in a Tux and her in a wedding gown.

How could this be real, she’s too young to be a widowed wife,
He was her partner, best friend, the love of her life.

Now the hours have past his vessel is in the ground,
All the parties are leaving she’s alone in their home, not a sound.

She weeps in her chair alone in the dark no sound but the clock,
God help her find strength, a way to move forward, after the knock.

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First Blood

Four metal birds take flight in a blue sky,
Intent unknown to the world's calloused eye.
One's overcome in its attempted ploy,
Three succeed in their mission to destroy.
A nation that has answered freedom's call
Watches in disbelief the crumbling fall
Of alabaster twins in anguished demise,
Brought down by satan's power of disguise.
One nation under God can't begin to equate
How a people of faith can harbor such hate.
Tears flow as rivers awash in a flood,
A network of fanatics has drawn first blood.
Some see the pentagram as the devil's sign;
(I see the irony in satan's design.)
What once was a dove transforms into a hawk;
Will we the people lend our support or balk?

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Desert Delegate Hunt

Desert Delegate Hunt

Caucus numbers poor for Rick Santorum
Hopes next week will be a better forum.

Disappointing evening for Doctor Paul
Perhaps in Maine he’ll make a larger haul.

No crowds, just the press for angry grandpa Newt
Believes March will be better, needs some loot.

The desert granted a large win to Mitt
But in spite of victory, still not a hit.

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Racketeers and tears

Some rich men are bored to tears 
with visiting racketeers.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Twice alone

A lonely person will be twice alone
when he will get at last his own clone.

Volodymyr Knyr

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It's The Beauty Inside That Counts

Beautiful people
Under God's steeple

Just reach out
Stomp Holler Shout

Let one know
They're Loved So

Inspirations Aspirations
Show Em Representation

Tell Em their doing a great job
Never call them a big fat slob

Lend them your ear
Help wipe their tears

Illuminate their thoughts
Help them with their sought

Open new doors
Let less fortunate sleep on maple floors

Spare a dime
For you commuted no crime

Break bread if you must
For in God we trust

So beautiful people shine on
Come join all in this Heavenly bond

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An and the aims

To invent something,
that's just AN aim,
but THE aim is to
give it your name.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Home and hearth (for the wise children of Earth)

Tell me the secrets to your life, bushman
Show me how to befriend the garish land
Guide me through nature’s surviving devotion
Teach me with dry eye that knows no ocean
Lead me to hope in battlefields dead
Limit the sweat drops that stroke my forehead
Grace the cracked crevice of yesterday
Turn them 'to valleys of knowledge at play
Whisper to me the ancestral dream
Wet each subtle contoured stream
that smooth the plains of a timeous kingdom 
Nestle me against the bosom of freedom
Forgive ignorance raised from infancy
Respectfully remind me of bliss and harmony
Make everything new, as it once was
Shelter my prayers in shallow graves past
Mark them with nourished droughts of fortune
Symbolised by strength and wisdom in unison
Synchronise peace through roots of your heart
Celebrate remembrance through sticklers of art
Let blood warmth that course through your veins
Recycle this savage ‘til the end of days
Navigate me to heaven hidden in the stars
Simmetrically ripen my thought battlescars
Understand and bleed into me as if earth
Entwine and bear with me, oh ethnic since birth

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Dawning realization 
Reality dreaming true
Harnessed imagination
The future bright in view
Healing thoughts breed unity
Compassion lead us to
A world of utter impunity
Divinity seeping through
Distant suffering memories
A species born anew
Powerful new abilities
Bequest  upon me and you 
Sought beneath the wreckage
Hope shall see us through

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Get A Rope

Gun slinger
    Matt Zinger

Dressed in black
     Didn't come back

High Noon
    Was Doomed

Quick Draw

Got A Rope
   Hung that dope

Undertaker Called
    Dead Body Hauled

Poured the whisky
     From Junction 60

Dead Man's Trail
  Where slingers failed

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Where From Here

Where from Here

How would we find light by embracing the dark
All the hate and fear men seem to embark

We know this in our hearts but still raise our sword
Gods given a peaceful loving world that we should always move toward

The world we create is from a sick and broken mind
If our egos don’t soften it will be the end of mankind

Eons of hate passed down through the ages
Taught to our children given rise to unknown rages

If we look to God we can break the bonds of this fear
And finally live as one and joyfully see clear

For life is meant to work and this is Gods plan
For there has been love in our hearts since all life began

It’s not letting God in but it’s letting Him out
For he is part of us all and you can’t live in doubt

The pulse of the universe lives in every beating heart
This loving creation that we all are apart

So lets put all else aside and make peace our dream
And rise up to faith and become one with the unseen

Copyright 2011                          4/1/2011

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Have Some Gumption

A cheater never a winner was.
An honest man earns his great applause.

Bootlegged words make confidence schism.
Stealing verses denies truth's wisdom.

Writing one's best makes ideas glisten.
Expressive minds hope people listen.

So go ahead, have some gumption.
Live life golden; ascend con's basin.

Deceit never did bring satisfaction.
Observed ideals take positive action.

The harmed forgive, though it is not easy.
A higher order shows loves flows deeply.

One should never choose to plagiarize,
Not while thoughtfulness remains alive.

© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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In truth there simply has to be
A way to cause the world to see
From here we can not get to there
This place can only serve despair
Choices made and sides begot
Fear be fed and hatred taught
A distance furthered in between
Illusion wrapped up in a dream
Self inflicted pain and rage
Caught up in this twisted cage
Where heaven’s light doth barely seep
Lost from love in places deep
Children who deserve a life
Suffer through unending strife
All because we can not see
Our false individuality
How is one worth more or less?
Based on where they lay their heads?
Until each mother’s safe and fed
And every child’s life is led
Until all people hold it true
That you are me and I am you
This downward spiral’s sure to spread
Leading to it’s own sick end
And those who sadly can’t believe
In peace, love, and prosperity
Will continue on this evil trend
From fathers on to grandchildren
Damning us eternally
To live in false reality
Separation feeds the beast
Until the masses pray for peace
Seeking mercy fair and sweet
Alas in truth we’ll be set free

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The Human Nature

How weird is the human nature,
How unscrupulous is he a creature.
He acts like a god when he is strong,
He becomes reluctant to admit that he can 
Ever be wrong,
He dreams of owning the whole planet,
He wants to leave behind his each ‘n every cognate.
At times he is too timid even to dream,
Out of the gravest darkness, sometimes 
He finds the golden gleam,
Sometimes he is a person with a magnanimous soul,
At others he is vicarious and snatches everything away 
Playing it fair or foul,
When you loose, he helps you to fight the maladies
 And makes you brave,
And when you succeed he may turn to be your greatest knave,
Sometimes he works tirelessly to give another being the gift of life.
At others he talks the language of hatred, terror, bombs and knife.
At times he is full of valor and even defies death,
At others he is frightened out of his skin by the thought of stopping his breath.
He has the ability to live above the mundane matters of the echelons of the 
He may indomitably deny the very existence of the almighty.
When his heart is filled with the sweet thing called love,
He turns as gentle and meek as a humble dove.
The human nature is so vivid, so arcane, so protean,
Like no other creature existing on this planet has ever been.

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Be Awake

Feeling the world is big, with no power to see.
Saying it is so large no one can sense a degree.

Has been said you can change your world
Changing heartaches into happiness unfurled.

Power is in your hands, to change all things.
Faith flowing in your soul, the spirit brings.

Visions of your heart and mind will confirm.
Futures are made, do not wallow and squirm.

We all have a power and a purpose in life.
Seek and find, stay sharp as a knife.

Power is in your hands, decisions and choices.
What you hear in your mind is you; not voices.

Choice is a powerful tool, for to use and make.
Awakening the roads to travel, be sure you’re awake.

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Life in clover

He who's used to live in clover
does not want it to be over.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Hope For A New Generation

The death of a saint, a martyr to some
The death of a hero, a husband to one

A soldier turned humanitarian, he cared for all
He attempted to hurdle that natural barrier, to climb that human wall

To give up his dreams and aspirations
To relinquish his will of self-preservation

To benefit all of human kind
To alter how we interact, to change our time

Such a task he set upon with stalwart dedication
He preached caring and forgiveness, not revenge or vindication

He loved all regardless of their color, religion, or creed
He served everyone, just as he had served his country

With a fire and passion not seen in lesser men
He truly understood what it meant to be human

Yet not everyone shared his vision of peace
More blood was spilled and the fighting did not cease

He carried on despite the pain of knowing so much
He often relied upon the love of his family for a crutch

But there is a point at which every man breaks
His feeling of failure overwhelmed his need to be great

However even in his darkest hour, his hope did not falter
His compassion was renewed with the help of a different altar

A belief built upon the hope that people can change 
He had experienced so much, developed such a broad emotional range

It seemed that he was ready to change us all
What a tragic thing it is when greatness does fall

Alone in the darkness of his room the killer did sit
The hero was shot and killed by a man who was painfully desperate

Seeking a greatness of his own
He wasn’t satisfied with the world he was shown

And so died the dream of the hero, this saint
The martyr departed and his fire burned faint

Yet hope never dies
It is in everything from the way we believe to a newborns cries

We would do well to remember that ordinary people have had extraordinary dreams
Amongst all this bloodshed there is more to life than it seems

We are all here together, for what purpose we do not know
However if we recognize those around us, we can always help each other grow

To always be working towards that next step, to be supporting that re-birth
For love is all around us and it is the most important thing on Earth

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The Power of You

Human nature the epitome of despair
Ask around, does anybody care?

The submissive to the strong and the strong to the circumstance
Historically falling into the same traps by chance

Prove a point by looking the other way
Or step-up and change today

The problem with living in this Democracy?
We can’t see the walls when we assume we’re free

When simple ideas are fed with simple lies
The power overwhelms the opposition’s cries

We live to love
Some obsessed with the power above

The power of faith can blind
Sometimes true answers are harder to find

Criticism is an instinct
Try to slow down and think

The ideal for you 
Can’t always be true

The world can’t change overnight
But we’ll never know if we never try

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A Field of Blue and Thirteen Stars of White,
Once pitted against all England's might.

Courage shown by men who knew,
"Royal Freedom" would never do.

A hot July in Philadelphia town,
Where a rebellion's seed would now be sown.

Declared were freedoms all had sought,
Only now to be won, by battles to be fought.

"Don't Tread On Us" rose the cry,
On that day, that hot July.

But deaf ear turned to fisted hand,
As Redcoats marched across the land.

Invading brothers from across the sea,
Scourged the land which sought liberty.

The silent voices began to sing,
Across our land, "Let Freedom Ring"!

Amidst battles' shot, smoke, and shell,
Many an innocent, along with patriot fell.

Independence and Freedom were not easily obtained,
Only after so many deaths, a courageous victory gained.

So the Red Stripes were put on the flag for the blood,
Spent again and again wherever Liberty stood.

White Stripes were put on for the purity of soul,
That this new nation put forth as a whole.

O'er the years more Stars have been added to that Field of Blue,
But many more of its sons had to die for Freedom to be true.

Many say it's just a piece of cloth on a pole in the air,
They remember not the sacrifices that allowed us to put it there.

For strength comes from the people who live in this land,
The stength that willingly offers others a hand.

So, when the "Stars and Stripes" are raised above,
I get a sensation of humility, of pride, of love.

For the Flag that flies above us so high,
Is one of greatness in strength and dignity.

It flies as a beacon for all to see,
That this is the land of Freedom's Opportunity.

But that Freedom comes with a high price still,
We have paid, and still pay more we will.

And like those heroes of our past,
"Old Glory" beckons us to meet that task.

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Old Toby

I haven't been writing as much lately as I'm working toward finishing my degree. I apologise for that but I promise good things to come! 

This one is for a good friend and co worker, Ben W. He's not a soppy poetry kinda guy, but he enjoys his pipe as much as I do. If you get this reference, you gain bonus points! 


Perched on a log; Old Toby sat;
His furry feet, bare on his mat. 
He draws on his pipe; hot it glows; 
And blows smoke in such small O's.  
Silver whisps do take the night air,
From a heated bowl; one to share. 
The scent of pipeweed; hints of spice;
Burns through the stem, and soothes like ice.
The heavy taste sleeps on his tongue; 
Teasing his heart; filling his lung. 
His head wanders to lands afar;
The Elvish girl beneath her stars. 
He sips on his stem but twice more, 
Then tips the embers to the floor.

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They still wander with caution and fear in the remote swamps and grasslands 
of India and Siberia, and these carnivorous animals are the beautiful tigers.

They are trapped, poched, killed and their soft furs are shipped overseas for huge profits,
but their sad end is drawing near, unless some caring human really gets involved and acts. 

Their life span is shorter in their natural habitat, struggling for food and those caged in zoos
have a longer life expectancy...they never experience those hunger pangs in early noons. 

They are an extremely hostile species, ready to devour anything that has flesh and blood.
Does anyone wonder why they react so indignantly, don't they fear of being taken and sold? 

When tigers are attacked, they fight back and killing they prevent their threat of extinction.
Do we all realize their animosity for the huntsmen, who chase them and shoot them down?

Let's all feel some compassion for them...let's save them and give them freedom and dignity.
Let them roam freely as they did once in South Asia, living in full accord with humanity.

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Old Red Barn

The old red barn is falling down
But we don't care, we've moved to town
We couldn't keep the farm after Papa died
There was too much work, but we tried
Life on a farm can take it's toll
You can still be young, but feel so old
I now work in a Wal Mart store
And Mama doesn't have to work any more
Sis got married and moved away
And we miss her every day
So let the old red barn fall down
We don't care, we've moved to town

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A Soldier Departs

A soldier dies for the sake of his country
He lived in a land where we’re all meant to be free

Bleeding from his wounds he speaks before his life is done
“Not every soldier goes to heaven and I fear that I am one”

“I fought to save the innocent from suffering”
“I fought so hard but I couldn’t save them from dying”

He gasps as he chokes on his tears
His mind is but a fleeting memory thinking of long forgotten years

“My parents said to grow up and live strong”
“If they could see me now, would they hold me before I’m gone?”

“Or have I crossed the line between man and beast?”
“Oh Lord I beg of you, let this pain cease”

“Or has God forsaken man?”
“Does it matter? I’ve already fought and died for this land”

Hovering between life and death
He speaks with his last breath

“Is God watching now, have I done well?”
“If not heaven, where else can I go? For I’ve already seen hell”

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On brain training

If you want to train your brain, 
come in out of the rain.

Volodymyr Knyr

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What hurts more

What hurts more, the truth?, or the fact you knew you were right all along. Why do lies seem more believable?, than the truth itself. Why do people pretend things aren't happening?, when they really are. Why do people put faith in other people?, only to be let down. Why do people keep trying to love?, only to be hurt again. The truth hurts yes, knowing the truth before hearing it is worse. M.Mahauariki © 2012

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People around

Put up with people
they serve as your

Volodymyr Knyr

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Professorial glasses

Often even professorial glasses 
don't help heads not to look like asses.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Handshakes,kisses and fond farewell
with destiny's tears no thing could quell.

in Crystalline couplet form

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Actual Sin

Any willful thought, Word, Deed Or 
Omission contrary to the will of God


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Soul saving

The fact that He saves only souls 
not fully consoles.

Volodymyr Knyr

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A human is to die
a bird is to fly
hands are to work
but not to hurt.

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Misunderstanding Planets

Cognitive ability beyond educated theory

The strive to know, the strive to grow

People like planets, grouped into galaxies
Knowledge constantly streaming, truths and fallacies

Misunderstanding turns into conflict
Religion tried to solve this, the results have been... mixed

Silly planet people don't they know that many galaxies make up one universe?
I know this message is mostly ignored but I will never cease to sing this verse

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Bright individuals

If individuals are really bright,
they do not strive for looking right. 

Volodymyr Knyr

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When One Sits on the Moor

When one sits on the moor at this Culloden place Where the Clans of the Tartan lay in deathly deface On many a night through the following years Families would gather, and continue their tears If you listen carefully you can still hear their screams Run through so young ending their freedom of dreams When one sits on the moor at this Culloden place Where a proud nation fell, nearly disappearing without trace On many a night through the following years From every nook and cranny we would rise again without fear If you listen carefully you can still hear their screams We are now a nation so proud, their tears to esteem

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What is hell

A condition of everlasting separation from Eternal God
The absolute absence of Eternal God


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On what is good for a tic

Any thoroughly sharpened stick
helps for someone's eyes nervous tic.

Volodymyr Knyr

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My Shame

I tasted the breath of death, just the other day
Please bow your heads with me, let us all pray

There was the darkness all curled up in my mind
Looking for something that was not there to find

There was no shame; no guilt there was no reason to lie
I answered each question, about the how and the why

I ask about my wife, my daughter and even my Doctor to
I couldn’t believe I had overdosed; after all I have been through

My wife talked with my Doctor who gave me a hug and a grin
Scared to death that I was about to lose one of my dearest friends 

He said, “Mike that is the number one thing that I love about you”
You ask about how all of us are feeling, with your heart so true

Mike You’re the one table, you’re the one you just about died
Yet it is for each one of us, all of those tears you have cried

Mike look at all the people that are concerned about you
It’s because you have learned how to be truer than true

I bet this little story will be written for the whole world to see
With no shame in your game, guess what just happened to me?

Mike that’s why this whole town loves the person you are
When it comes to the cold hard truth, you shine like a star 

Where most people would be running off someplace to hide
You’ll tell the truth to the world with the Lord at your side

Somebody mentioned the 12-step program and yes I do attend
Though these days everything I do depends on the pain I am in

I created many games in Prison to test ones threshold of pain
Most folk would agree mine sits on the border of totally insane

My nerves have been crushed, cut and broken almost broke into
Which happened to the cartilage in my knee and a ligament or two  

Through it all I’ve helped everyone I can, I have refused to stop
When it comes to my spiritual mountain I’m driven to reach the top

But ever since I overdosed that day, I am on a journey of rest
See the Lord will go to every extreme so we will learn his test

This poem is a beautiful story that keeps running though my mind
Though I reckon I should end it now that there is no more to find

Everyday is a miracle in a single breath our lives can be taken away
Tell the ones that you love I love you, and take time with them to pray

As for me I reckon that I make my mistakes I’m just a part of the game
That little part with a great big heart sharing every last drop of my shame

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A reply

If you don't want a man to lie,
don't obligate him to reply.

Volodymyr Knyr

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An arrest

For someone his arrest 
is like a chance to rest.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Love On The Beach

Sur la plage in France,
I thought I'd found romance,
My olive skinned beauty with cascading hair,
Smiling so sweetly, I tried not to stare,
Her body was bare but for a peach thong,
I was there naked, she saw nothing wrong,
We spoke in a broken half-French, word by word,
But thoughts unspoken were louder still heard,
I said 'I'm Nick' and she said 'I'm Celeste',
Oh Celeste, as you rubbed sun oil onto my chest,
Your eyes they were burning, they encaptured me,
More sparkling, more blue, than the Cote D'Azur sea,
I longed for your neck to feel my kisses sweet,
So I looked at you not as I massaged your feet,
Our chaste romance ended before it began,
Your boyfriend returned and I cowardly ran.

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Artistic impression
Existential expression

Metaphysical incantation
Telekinetic sensation

This needs more translation
Chaotic, obscure creation

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Cravings cause our souls to lie
To become possessed by our possessions

    They drive us
    Restricting any peace

Reduce and simplify all things
Aligning them to our conditions

    They’re a robe, richly colored
    A garment for our minds

Enveloping our sense of reality
Unfeeling, cheap costume coverings

    Their very nature, deception
    Pretending to be what we’re not

A self inflicted blindness
Blocking the reason for our lives

© Copyrights G. Jones 2007

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Anna the Prophet

I have this friend; a really great guy.
Always happy; always spry.
And then one day; he stopped and sighed.
His lips moved twice and his smile died.

I said "What's wrong", and I got real worried.
Until he told me of his ex who scurried.
We both got mad and it got mean,
but before we left;
nick-named his queen.

At first I listened to what he said.
But soon the swears had reached a head.
Only now I knew what he would scoff at.
We both yelled "Down!" to

She talked about Jesus and of his dance.
Talked about locust and took a chance.
Shocked and surprised with each worried glance.
Made strangers as fast as United States' France.

She said let's be friends and left him alone.
Still calls him for coffee by way of the phone.
And if this sounds sweet, special or kind.
It's to drive her to work or she'll lose her mind.

My friend is a Saint and won't turn her down.
Hurting her feelings would knock off his crown.
And when they drive by, you'll tease them for sure.
Not for a coffee nor being to queer.
For turning his head, that they might get near.

My friend is a man.  Don't be his judge.
All of his stories come with great grudge.
I know he is weak and tell him to stop it.
Not for a woman.
Anna the Prophet

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It's So Unlike You

It is so unlike you,
To wear that color blue.

Definitely so unlike you,
To shop for things that are new.

What has gotten into you,
To make you do the things you do?

Because it's so unlike you,
To get such a fancy hair-do.

I've never seen quite a smile,
Lingering for such a long while.

No, I've never heard you sing,
As light as the angel's soft wings.

Nor seen a wonderful change in you,
Dancing so lively as, now, you do.

Is it something in the air,
From a cosmic planet up there?

That has changed you forever,
Making you happier than ever.

Or could this be true love, 
That, now, has changed you so?

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this land of mine

This land of Mine 

I have lived here for twenty years, olive trees 
and brown, rugged rocks are my best friends. 

 Watering can and flowers in my garden, yet 
the locals still refer to me as O Estrangero. 

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Teetering on the Edge of 2009

In times that both try and excite
To what do we apply our might? 

To electronics, toys, and fad
To make each man an island glad

To relieve conversation, dull
To color in each little lull 

To get one from point A to B
With no adventure in between 

True plagues of mind and joylessness
Seem scarcely ever are addressed

But who will offer sympathy
At the cost of efficiency?

For hours no modern man can spend
We'll build a wondrous robot friend 

To lend an ear no man can share
When relatives nor colleagues care

Its cold steel arms will warm embrace
Us in our inhuman rat race

A hunk of hulking cords and wires
Its lifeblood of internal fires

Telescopic lens for eyes
A sound card, too, to mimic sighs

A monstrous voice of monotone
Reminds us we are not alone

Compressing our hand through the dark night
Whispering "It will be all right"

We won't be sad but overjoyed
O, praise the tenderheart android!

And praise to us, to build this 'bot
To learn the love that we forgot

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The heavy swell

A scrub fast comes the heavy swell 
over a man who just does well.

Volodymyr Knyr 

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A strong wimp

A wimp seems strong 
while in the throng. 

Volodymyr Knyr

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Hidden Beneath the Rainbow

Hidden Beneath the Rainbow

Guatemalan villages have rainbows of dreams.
Magical thought whereupon each soul gleams.
Locked by a culture engraved on the soul. 
Harvests where births’ golden customs unroll.

Living antiquated amid pompous brochures
Sleeping upon mats on plank beds or hut floors.
Boys and girls may not date or co-mingle.
Marriages arranged without knowing lust’s tingle.

In homes of adobe an empire is stayed.
Within those four walls, the future is laid.
Bounded by mountains and winding footpaths
Encroached by the world, walking different paths.

Families stay warm around a hearth of three stones, 
Braving the simple life without moans and groans.
Stunning people clad in colorful handmade clothes.
The earth is their friend, their skills, and maestros.

Milling their coffee, chili peppers, and corn.
Homegrown products produced feed these freeborn.
Harvests of sweat and self-satisfaction
Hand worked acres and strength still in fashion.

Hidden near volcanoes; tucked in God's hands.
Generations of peoples have loved on those lands.
Glowing beauty shines beneath heat and straw hats.
Faces aglow, tourists hoping for chats.

Gleaming simplicity knows modernization's foes.
That exploited attraction where vacationers go.
Escaping the fast pace and the greediness flow.
San Pedro la Laguna, hidden beneath the rainbow –

© August 3, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be

Look all around, what do we all see The world seen so young is it what we believed it to be For this is a world that grows with mans time It's now a ticking clock with destruction it's chime It beggars belief that it's so full of hate If it exists will we ever reach heavens gate So many people in power determine our tomorrows They lie when they get there, growing rich from our sorrows Citizens who are ailing have to pay for their care Whilst the vultures in high towers, just look down and stare Children in pyjama's fight endless needless wars What in the hell are we fighting them for Gun culture and drugs, knife crime seems the passion Our kids our future, it's now their neighbourhood fashion The more our borders we keep open, it dilutes what we share Many queue's we will stand in, in gape open stare The answers are out there if they just open their eyes And if they achieve it, well then this is their prize We need much more than the thoughts from our hearts If anyone is out there, help us humans restart Everyday I look around, and from what I see Hell ain't a bad place to be

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The Minds Elusive Light

To die, to hope, to love, to give
To fight, to hurt, to want, to live

Life as a star, scorching heat, burning bright
Under the sun, scorching heat, reflecting light

Angels and demons all burn by flame
Illuminated, they are the same

Under the sun, within the mind
We are one, light leaves us blind

Compare and contrast, how long will we last?
Slow to fast, quickly, before we're passed

By our morals, convictions, the sun above
By our zeal, ambition, the moonlight love

Swallowed instead by our stubborn lethargy
Consumed, mislead, by our comatose apathy

Do not rely on the sun to always give
Do not lean on light, life eternally to live

Time is long, life is short, passion even less
Reason can be sound, memory can be stout, the mind can regress

Choices can be wrong, life is short, plans turn to mess
Answers can be found, decision and doubt, chance prone to guess

Spend wisely your brief life, utilize passion to find purpose
Remain fluid and elusive, overcome weakness, pursue your bliss

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Waiting at the gates

Love is a thing that grows like a vine
It's message is clear just look for the sign
It's like a flower that grows from a seed
It's beauty will provide all that you need
It's strong enough to survive the hardest of task
Yet soft enough to let go of all of its mask
For there is no need to be what your not
If the one you love loves you a lot
When in love you forgive all the mistakes
And take more than you ever thought you could take
You learn to share more than you should share
As well as care more than you should care
Love is two people doing all that they can
To share in the power and joy of the land
Love is two people blessing each others hearts
And keeping the world from tearing them apart
Love is drying each others tears
And love is facing each others fears
Love is the beginning as well as the end
It's the comforting words of a dear friend
Love is till death and after its gone
The one left alone shall always love on
And after death conquers the left alone mate
Love is the other waiting at the gates   

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Time and a clock

If not time, but a clock, 
that is what you can block.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Anarchy in the UK

This once nation of peace and calm, lies in chaos and anarchy
It's Government in broken promises, imploding indefinitely

Students are the first to react, their future in tattered torn
Through barricades they implore, their resilience will never be worn

To go back on why you've been voted in, is sacrilege to them
Being blatant has been their response, from alleged honourable men

Days of protests abound, whilst the multitudes in gather grow
Anarchy is their cry, it's for you, whom we'll overthrow

A week has duly passed, as the masses rise in cities rife
They target Government offices, now lying empty in soulless strife

Stubbornness kicks in, by these trusted voted in
In blind they see no reason, to allow their lies to thin

We are now into the second week, enforcement officers cannot contain
Around their table the dishonourable crew, call in our fighting men

Through the barricades, dialogues from our forces gain
Brothers shout to brothers, through the same windows, mirrored are pains

For they have similar irks, to be combatant without their needs
Being posted to lands we don't belong, filling their Governments greed's

Barriers now in fall, amidst the students their brothers unite
No weapons are called upon, a non triggered anarchy strikes

Many cities are now affected, in education down
The anarchy cry kicks in, whilst the Government in place sits drowned

On the steps of No 10, it's aged door now lies ajar
I no longer speak for the people he says, our lies have gone too far

Voted in, now voted out, candidates step forward, in truthful elected cry
For whom now elected, be prepared for the reign, or future political die

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Question your motives

Fear is the Titan that crushes you underfoot

Fear is the assassin that prefers things discreet

Masses are steamrolled by its incredible force
Silently it takes you down without ever showing its source

We are all subject to the power it wields
Some overcome, yet too many yield

Some face it with sheer determination
They see it as a source for true creation

Others buckle and break under its weight
Often realizing it can be overcome, years too late

It's up to you which side you will take
Will you take it upon yourself to fight or leave it up to fate?

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Appearance and Presence

Your appearance is what makes you look good on paper
Your Presence is what helps you jump off the page

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I Once Met A Great Man

I once met a great man,
who always said I can.
He gave of his time and money,
his disposition quite sunny.
Loved by many, admired by all,
no request too big or too small.
He gave of himself until the end,
when he had nothing left to lend.
Departed this world as he came,
devoid of wealth, rich in name.
Always a giver, never a taker,
rewarded at last by his maker.
His place in heaven reserved
with the riches he so deserved.

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Greek= kleroi=share or inheritance
State of ordained men in the Church

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stretching taut in summersault 
bending over the back bends
the ends of the middle
at the middle of the end

blinded blinders - the two-timers
left just right the hill climbers
seen clear as a piece of glass
left to see right through that other class

intransigence moving the new political
compromise defined as weakly criminal 
preferable to know right than accommodate
cooperation too disturbing to contemplate

craning neck to the horizons see
what party line can fit master key
the middle way ain't between extremes
so via media ain't what it seems

life's water is wide, and cold, and deep
no matter to struggle to top o' the heap
when a house is divided, and so sits down
its arms folded across, to sink and drown

when given a choice between happy and right
can we choose cleanly between delight and ignite
tradeoff's made, are never completely the cure
but allowed to progress, our house can endure

© Goode Guy 2013-03-05

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Imaginary People

Imaginary people living in a make believe world
The world keeps on spinning as the future is unfurled
It seems quite certain they have done this all their lives
Go to work each morning and kiss their plastic wifes.

I maginary people driving in their fancy cars
Although they look quite nice they don't get you very far.
A glance into the rear view mirror to see how far they've come
Instead they get a vision of the things they wished they had done.

Imaginary people thinking that they are the real deal
The only problem is that they've forgotten how to feel
You can get anything in your head and tell yourself it's alright
But  your Imagination losses out to reality winning this fight.

Imaginary people find it time to take a break
What were they thinking for heavens sake
It may appear they're real but it's really sort of fake
It just imaginary people with an imaginary take.

Imaginary people just driving home at dark
Right back where they started the end becomes the start
Imagining a vision that was never really there
Maybe just a dream of which they weren't aware.

Imaginary people lying their heads down to sleep
The rest does not come so they start to count some sheep
Imaginary people live on and Imaginary street
Imagining the world, imagining they weep.

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Together They Went Far

Oh, little did she know,
Entering the talent show.

She would meet someone new,
With eyes so, deeply, blue.

When she approached the stage,
Her life turned a new page.

Yes, there her name would be,
Published for all to see.

The girl with big brown eyes,
Met a charming young guy.

As she sung very well,
Touched his heart like a spell.

Yes, it happened that day,
In an innocent way.

A sweet and tender voice,
Made an excellent choice.

Yes, as soon as he heard,
His smile endorsed his words.

And she became a star,
Together they went far.

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White and black

The only thing the white people lack 
is something black.

Volodymyr Knyr

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A VIP while making pee 
looks like a not-quite VIP.

Volodymyr Knyr

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A find

He who strains his ears
is a find for seers.

Volodymyr Knyr 2014

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Breakfast At Work

I like to have breakfast at work,
I sit with such interesting folks.

We chat about silly ole things,
From the news to who's having a fling.

It's all in good humor,
To laugh at these rumors.

We could have our very own comedy show,
For laughter is good medicine, you know.

It's our way to start a new day,
Right before we rush-off on our way.

We leave with a smile on our faces,
As we go to our departmental places.

Each day we find out new things,
New stories to share with our friends.

Then early for breakfast next morning,
While half asleep and yet, still yawning.

I'm sure to be awakened by such laughter,
Of each day's exciting new chapter.

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The Day The World Cried Wolf

Behold the new enslavement scheme
Some people would compare it to a nightmarish dream

They have taken our diginity in this great State
Make me beg and despise my own country with hate

Taxes in existence is a bold trait
To tell us we have to have a cut or decrease is just another political debate

Somebody once said nobody in America should be poor
But how is that justified when we ship all of our benefits across shore

I have yet to awaken my fellow brethern
Too busy laboring like dogs to seek retirement

Children are so flawed with cell phones; they make great communication tools
But how many of these said kids believe in not posting childish antics on fb in school

The government has takes our momentum and used it against us
Oh no ! I've said to much ..... now they want me to hush
I scream and mourn what we have lost in the last 15 years
Jobs, housing , education , diginity for mankind, watch lady liberty get brought to tears

Im tired of being militant  trying to wake people in this naive country up
The day you all stop dreaming will be soon with any luck.

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Ceremony Today

There is a ceremony
But not a time for bologney

Where I will be inducted
Not instructed

Into a program
One that I'm not sure serves ham

Called NJHS*
And I've heard it's one of the best

Along with other scholars
Some bearing a couple dollars

Will accept this invitation
With great emancipation

And this will look amazing
Not to mention far from cows grazing

On future high school applications
Along with my unique creations

So yes, I have a ceremony
Where no one will serve boloney

I hope you wish my luck
But do not mail me a duck

For I am to read my poem Followerª
And I hope I don't feel like a wallower

So yes, I have got to go
And get ready for my show

*NJHS - National Junior Honors Society
ªThis poem is included in my list of poems, although the one being read has some changes in it... I will make sure to post the revised one in a few minutes :)

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A Painful Truth

I love to read of poetry so divine
That is beautiful in even shabby hands like mine,
But sometimes you have to read it quick 
Since the smell of love can make you sick.

So offer now a kiss of yours, and I will soon reject it.
Do not offer me your hand, for I will not protect it.
My love dies like the sun, only to come back again,
But other times it will stay as an unwanted stain.

You could suggest not gold nor myrth
That could cover a fraction of its worth;
Since a watchful, youthful eye is a valuable as dirt,
(Especially now that I know how love can hurt).

Imagine now from years ago, each night you slept,
You'd dream of the one person that left.
Now try to picture just how I see it, 
And imagine still loving them to this day.

I love to read poetry as I sit and start to weep,
For they have a reason why they're getting no sleep.
And, ah, the poor saps have the same, lovestruck skit,
But the painful truth is, how I miss it.

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He made me fall in love then he broke my heart,
I hate this world and I'm falling apart.
He took my heart and threw it on the floor,
I doesn't love me and I cant take it anymore.
My heart is broken and it won't heal.
I wish I was dead so I couldn't feel.

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  I passed thru a green light while driving today
  Only to have verbal abuse thrown my way.

  It seems that for the gal in the car that was turning
  I made her blood boil and words from her lips came burning.

  She felt that she should have had the privilege of first to go
  Even though that's not the "Rule of the Road".

  So, she shot a vulgar remark to me from her mouth
  Which I returned in kind while still going south.

  I wouldn't have said it had she not gotten me mad
  Then thinking it over, I felt very bad.

  We were BOTH wrong to say what we did
  But after it's said, you can't put on the lid.

  There's so much of that going on today
  "I needs to go first", that's what they say.

  So instead of allowing someone else to go thru
  They block an intersection as they often do.

  I guess she thought I was doing it too
  But my light was green and the cars moved on thru.

  Its seems as if "Common Courtesy" is gone today
  I really don't know what else to say.

  Except that I took affront at her comment to me
  Next time, I'll have to use more charity.

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Who invents a great mind?

Asking questions can get you far
Nevertheless, can’t answering those questions get you further?
A ditch along you path to adulthood,
The prevention of a taught ketchup sachet
Inquisitive, knowledgeable minds?
Real off lists of special features demanded
For a great mind,
Like the unknown animal rights protestor
Who just saved an innocent living life?
The degree to which avoiding your struggles are essential?
Why not fall; you shall experience the consequence,
Alternatively, is naivety the achievement of greatness?
Finding the cure for cancer, 
Rather than seeing its label – knowing its ingredients
Either, possibly could determine a great mind?
Thinking and a response of planning an image and processing physically
Maturity beyond your years
An enchanting sunset that you capture the youth of…
Before it travels silently to the other four corners of the world.
Black and White, colour, diversity of belief,
Opinion, well known to all is the significance of personal view,
Thus expansion of knowledge leading to the engagement of opinion.
Diversity in a cultural sense all coded in a great mind,
Who…invented a ‘great mind’? 
Relatively the faith we have in one another that the world economy won’t collapse.
Everyone can wake up tomorrow as a developed race
Who can be the judge to say what is great when all humanity wants the same,
The thinker in us all, 
A soldier whose adrenalin crushes through their bodies as children scream, and blood is abused as 
a sign of a victor.
A great mind, is daunting and powerful beyond ones control.
The thought of such depth and meaning, proving impossible for others to merely comprehend – 
could there…
Even be a reason for a ‘great mind’?

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Stretching With The Dawn

Stretching in early morning,
Earth wakes up yawning.

People stretching in early morning,
one with the dawning.

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An individualist

Being present in any
sickens an

Volodymyr Knyr 

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Hippocratic why

By :  Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Written on: 23 June 2012
Why do you say you love songs to sing?
You glare and walk away when I hum or to my lips a tune I bring.

Why to say you love to talk?
You avoid people and walk away and them you silently mock.

Why do you say in cool waters you love to swim?
You sit all day dipping your feet on the banks of the pond filled up to the brim.

Why do you say you love to write?
You scribble terribly notes which within your self fail to ignite illusive delight.

Why do you say you love the cloud?
You gawk and gape at them and silently scorn at them as the sky they begin to overcrowd.

Why do you say you love the rains?
You open up an umbrella in a downpour and your emotions constrain and within yourself contain.

Why do you say you love the sun?
You walk around in shades and to a shady spot you choose to run.

Why do you say you love the wind and the breeze?
You close the windows and shut out the view to the scenic beauty of the flowering trees.

So now I am afraid when you say you love me
Because you will not let me be me

You will look through me when you say you love me,
 Our future together in your heart’s eye not envisage and see.

Then why do you say you love me
Then why do you say you want to be with me……..

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Positive Function

Stop writing the same thing again and again
Find a different theme and create anew my friend

Don't be predictable, don't allow your intellect to trick you into pretentious suffocation
Become a know it all before have it figured out and the world will leave you behind, leaving you with frustration

Point being? Always ask why? Curiosity is the key to life
Ask questions, solve problems, try to make things right

Positivity is truly a connection a flowing energy
We all serve a function, flowing into symmetry 

We're regressing now because we're all distracted
We haven't found the universal problem that will attract us 

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Once I went to a hospital
There aids patient’s were on the beds with death’s proposal

As Aids is pronounced it is not so simple
To take every breath they cross huge pain hill

There I saw life and deaths fight
They hopefully fight for life but death was in their sight

For each breath they were given pills
But the gap between the world and patients make their life more terrible

Those people are far from life and closed to death
Those people with such short and painful life are kept away like filth

They are treated as if they have done crime
No one understand what brought them in such a time

They are nether fully death nor alive
By the physical and mental pain they prefer death, then to survive

On the other hand doctors does not allow them to die
With the medical power these half death people are force to survive

So Aids end is not so simple as Aids is pronounced
For these peoples terrible physical and mental death is announced

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The Professional Tinkerer

Basement full of odds and ends
in metal bits and comprehends
Glue and gumption, grease and grit
born from nimble hands of wit
Dimming evening, find him there
in the basement, light of care
winding ribbon through the glass
watching movies from the past
Tiny brushes, sticky paint
Clock strikes one, it's getting late
Dolls in poses, birds in wood
whittled and misunderstood
Nuts and bolts of stainless steel
forming legs and arms so real
Skylights etched from glass in lead
with words he hears inside his head
Beauty that he pours out free
stuck inanimate though they be
All these hobbies free the mind
Tinkerer, you are divine.

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Hares and heirs

The higher the fecundity of hares, 
the worse the chance to reconcile their heirs.

Volodymyr Knyr

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In the House of the Cow

Shuffle, plod and now
I moo in the obedient line of cows

Hack, slash and cry
Concealed I stare blank down and sigh

Shovel, bend and pack
The meat cold slides now off my back

Eyes, ears and nose
Master seems to not need those

Revolt, stalk and stand
Burn through control the dirty brand

Whittle, shave and douse
The Cow in me supports the House

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The Wayward Pilgrim

Wayward pilgrims scattered and lost
Frightened beings, low on rations, slowed by frost

Searching for the holy land they wandered astray
Despite prayers for help, they can't but doubt that they'll see another day

They left with so much zeal and hope, so much faith
They felt passion and mirth, they were convinced the lord would keep them safe

They no longer know where they are and the path to travel
Their spirits are tested, their sanity slowly begins to unravel

Some are lost to the thought that God is everything, nothing else exists
Others give in to base survival instincts as it becomes harder to resist

Crisis of the faithful, the beautiful and the damned
It's the answer to challenge that truly reveals every woman and man

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The Best I Can

You may cross the valley with its fields so fresh and green
Or go across the mountains that seem as there a dream

You can scale the ridges that run up and down the coast
Cross the seas that have collected their own share of ghost

No matter where you go or what ever you may see
You’ll never meet another soul that has two sides like me

On one side is the past on the other is the now
As I see it most of it doesn’t even matter anyhow

Life is but a roller coaster spinning up and down
One day we wear a smile the next may be a frown

One day we feel young and strong the next all worn out
A day in time creates a rhyme is this what I’m all about

I’m all alone in my home this window is my best friend
It is all in this life that lets the outside world come in

I don’t really go out too much I’m afraid of what I may do
So I sit here and live my life like the little old lady in the shoe

The pain and doubt wear me out weighing heavy on my soul
As I wonder would it be best if death just came and took its toll

Then I see my beautiful wife in her car coming down our road
I remember the reason I’m here is to help her with her load

It’s just another day I’m here to say, sitting here in my chair
I guess the old saying is true; “no one said life would be fair” 

If it were fair I reckon my ashes would be resting in some Urn
But I guess its up to God who picks when it will be our turn

If pain is gain then I’m insane, I’m in a grip of pain every single day
The fact of the matter is I’m in pain, each and every step of the way

But its all ok I’m here to say for I am still on a spiritual path
You don’t really have to be a genius to learn and do the math

One plus one equals two, and my darling that would be me and you
For the things you say and do, know my heart and love are forever true

When we met I was shake & bake always take, flying upon a distant star
Mess with me and very soon you’ll see, inside the trunk of my car

Now I’m give and love holding Christ above, just trying to be a man
Some days are good and others bad but know I’m doing the best I can

When I write it out you can have no doubt, it’s out of my control
Sometimes the words pour out of my heart and other times my soul

All we are is the things we do so I wrote this poem proud and true
The reason I do what I do ; I reckon I love each and every one of you

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Eternal Father saw the world 
Depressed with the people He created 

Destroying the world was His plan 
So much sadness with people's sins 

His Son, Jesus Christ stopped Him 
Made a deal 

He will go to earth 
Take over for Him 

Eternal Father agreed 
Looked for a virgin 

Angel Gabrielle saw Mary 
Have found favor with God 

Said she have no husband 
Overshadowed with the Holy Spirit 

She conceived and bear a son 
She was to name Him Jesus 

After she agreed 
The angel departed 

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You move them without warning
To respect your lines, I need a map.

If you want clear spacing,
set no trap.

A course worth following,
can be seen in a snap.

Aversions to trespassing
may avoid a big flap.

I want a lot more talking
to be happy and clap

But for communicating,
“boundries” are just crap.

	-	-	-
JDZoller Copyright © 2- 8-10

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Crowded Loneliness

Walking down a lonely road 
Melody inside my head echoed  
Passing by all sorts of people, 
People passing by me, so strange yet simple 
Imagine all the people walking by, 
Not caring to notice, just staring blankly at the sky 
Yet one of those people might know a secret, 
One that you can't see, like a ghost or a spirit

Try going through this magic window 
A window of light with curtain of shadow
The miracle of looking beyond the obvious 
A land in your mind where creation is countless  

Moving by and moving through
What's the difference? I don't know.

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By a Loch She Stands

By a loch she stands in a hidden Highland Glen
Absorbing the view as she marvels at the Ben

This granite of old with many stories to tell
Of her Clansman's past in the place that they dwell

Mountain sides of scree with carpets of heather
Look good at all times no matter the weather

Proud Stags roam in royalty pose
Whilst Golden Eagles soar on breathless air flows

Waterfalls thunder as they crash to the rocks
Sheep roam the hillsides in grazing flocks

Trout break the surface of translucent waters so pure
Legend has said, that it can indeed cure

The colours of the sunsets leave you totally in awe
Even the sunrises make the bravest Clansmen thaw

Remarkable pastels of orange, reds and blues
Bring a tear and a smile, does this most beautiful hue

By a loch she stands in a hidden Highland Glen
In this most wonderful place, Scotland's her gem

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Cat's Breath

You are the cat that stole my breath.
I was deep in sleep when you snuck in.

Your sleek body crouched down
and crept up, just like your kin.

You pounced on my soul like paper
to be played with by a house cat.

I let your spirit take the bite.
I let myself become the toy mouse

filled with catnip, for your pleasure.
I knew you needed my healing

and I had plenty of energy to give.
Foolishly, I thought I had no feelings.

Dean Walker

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Plowers and flowers

As there're no plowers 
who smell like flowers,
so no flowers  
that smell like plowers.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Jesus bring me JOY
as I give you praise

Jesus give me PEACE
all my living days

Jesus make me FREE
walking in your ways

Jesus help me BE
love personified

Jesus hear this plea
I now raise to THEE

Inspired by the words od the Sarum Primer-God be in my head...

5 couplets of 5 syllable lines

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Have All Been in Heaven

Have All Been in Heaven

While wondering where all the time went,
Asked God to graciously give me a hint;
Might be near well when I was wishing
Or times you found me to be fishing.

Throughout life poems have been writing;
Were great and by Queen she was knighting;
A Poet Laureate want to end up being
Title on me by President be decreeing.

Made deal with God after I did wrangle;
Make me become a bright, new angel;
Have everyone in heaven start to rejoice;
Vast improvements were applied to my voice.

My fingers, forever flew through the air,
Writing beautiful poems beyond compare;
God read them not finding anything wrong,
And each one became an unbelievable song.

There is Presley, Porter and Charlie Pride,
And Rich and Ritter romping right beside,
Wagging their tails and singing slick songs;
Now are all in heaven where each one belongs.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

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You cannot accept me because you believe I am different from you, You cannot look at me because you think I feel that way too. What you do not see, are the things that we share, If only you would take the time to notice, or to even care. I do not want to be feared or pushed to the side. I am proud of who I am, I have no reason to hide. I want to be loved and accepted just like you do, If you would give me half the chance, I would prove it to you. God has made me special for a reason you may not comprehend, All I want is acceptance, and to maybe be your friend. I am only human, just like you, Look inside your heart, and you may see it too. Do not be afraid to believe or to understand, That, I too, am a part of God's plan.

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Please dont fall Asleep

Wake up America, 
Arise from your slumber
Media has desensitized your minds
We live in a new world of technology that has made you colorblind
Meaningless, with deeper meaning
Music lyrics have been subconsciously stealing
While you think it’s the beat you are feeling
Listen to the words and then tell me if it’s still appealing
Even Movies have brainwashed your judgment of what’s ok
Too many people are sitting back, watching our ethics slip away.
The Government has helped us all too simply learn to accept
While gradually breaking down the family structure, many have just slept.
No longer can we allow these planted seeds of lies to continue to grow
This is real reality, not some entertainment show
Our children are not aware
That their future is in for a scare
Our youth are looking for role models and leaders
They have become susceptible to idolize bottom feeders
Wake up America,
We need a real change
Bring back integrity, morals and stop being estrange
They keep us busy in televised drama 
Currently immune, with no proper armor
While people are starving and walking around half alive
They are plotting our nation’s permanent demise
Sex trafficking is at a an all-time high
Wealthy men are raping young girls in America and when they are done with them they watch them die!
Poverty and greed is causing drug dealers to lead
A generation of angry lost young man
Creating baby’s that start the cycle again
The more eyes that now see
The more we can be
Brought back to truth and sanity
The rich are getting richer and the working class have grown tired
Democracy is being set on fire
You may question what you can do
If everyday each person changed just one view
We would be able to recover what has been lost and start bran new
The people need to take a stand and vote like they really care
We must join together, use our voice, and remind them we are still there.

BY: Sabina Nicole
Written: 1-1-12

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It's easy

It's easy to cease
an every man's ease.

Volodymyr Knyr

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I Stood Still

Standing there, silently, on that hill,
With head raised, I stood still.

Watching white clouds pass over me,
Moving steadily and just letting me be.

Drawing me into the endless beauty I saw,
Inspiring me to view the bees, in awe.

Bees that moved, so freely, in the air;
A brief encounter, yet, I saw them there.

It was so enchanting to watch them pass,
Such a memory that will always last.

Oh how very small, inevitably they were,
Yet, eagerly they went to quietly serve.

Carried by just a soothing, soft breeze,
Proving much more than the eye could see.

A mysterious force which took those bees,
To many places like floating light leaves.

Those lovely leaves that return each year,
A welcoming visit that's always kept dear.

So enriched I felt, standing on that hill,
Oh-yes, I am glad that I stood still.

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What I desire to be, I'll never see

If I could ever come back I know what I would be
I would be indigenous born on the real land of the free

No tribe would it matter for I'd be closer to earth
And I'd probably die like the rest, for what it's worth

But to live so free for many thousands of years
Yes we were fighting, not like our future fears

If we had the guns could you imagine their world
Indigenous invasion, the whole of Europe would have heard

No Dollars,  Mount Rushmore or Sears Tower
Our indigenous grandfathers would hold their power

We will never know where we all would be
What I desire to be, I'll never see

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Excitement is running through my mind at this point,
It is hard to control so much 

When something so honorable,
Happens to come across

For me personally,
It was the proposition

From a contest by,
World Poetry Movement

In which I entered in,
And received a letter back

Stating that my poem,
Had made it to the next level

But that is not all,
Oh no

What's more is that they informed me,
That they were publishing that very poem

In a book titled "Stars In Our Hearts"
Which is to be published in August this year

I hope each and every one who happens to read this,
May read my poem "The Beat of the Heart"

In the book.
Thank You.

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I see myself falling faster still, slowly losing all of my will.
I've come to know I am estranged, as some might call it 'being deranged'.
I see myself in a different way, in the mirror every day.
I watch myself smile but hear me say, that it has been a terrible day.
Some would say inside I'm dead, but its emotions overlapping inside my head.
I feel alone almost every day, even though people around me stay.
I can feel that I am weak, even more when I speak.
A voice barely audible to the people, a voice God couldn't even hear at the steeple.
I stay behind the group, because I fear being caught in the loop.
I hate the people that I know, and have this anger with nowhere to go.
The future that I may come to face, makes me fear what I know as my place.
A pathetic person in a shell, which cannot show the truth too well.

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Held hostage by silence, so she keeps it inside.
The words she did speak are now locked in her mind.

Make believe romance; Thoughtful gifts he did bring.
Coming home with stuffed animals, cards and doting.

He sits at his table, she longs to be fed.
Once he sat beside her, now the computer's his bed.

Tapping away, the sound rips through the room.
Where is the hammer so their life will resume?

The words of her mother rings through her ears.
"You've made your bed, now dry up those tears."

"He doesn't beat you, now make this thing work!"
Then reality hit her and the shame came to lurk.

She's in a mess but her youth is still there.
There has to be someone to love her somewhere.

So, she'll bide her time and with patience will wait.
For her true love will find her, her righteous soul mate.

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Dreamers in Dreams

Eyes in dream shall meet, as they lie on silken sheets 
Where lips in moisten touch, caress in loving greet

Where hands address undulations, curved shapes of he and she
On silken sheets where they lie, in wonderful tenderly

In pause I kiss your lobes, you nape, your porcelain skin 
Two hearts in tender touch, both welcomed from within

On the coldest of nights, we held in warm embrace
Our faces touching softly, in our private loving place

On separate lands we walk, but dreams can be the same
Maybe some day one day, we walk the same loving plain

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Did He die in vain, leaving no visible trace to remember Him by?
Did He fall into Satan's deceitful trap and let him continue to lie?

We can be victorious as Christ was and become immortal, 
let the evildoers destroy themselves with deeds so immoral!

Did His deviate from the holy path and be easily deceived by false glory,
no, He did not give into the Angel of Darkness, but resisted with hostility. 

We can be victorious as Christ was...truly divine and humble,
let others mock us with their irrationality, we will not tremble!

Did He speak against the tyrants of His day, to be praised for being bright?
No, He did not...but with His whip He cleaned a temple so impure and dark!

We can be victorious as Christ and be part of His prophesied kingdom,
and marked by true modesty and humbleness, we'll lose our humanism!

Did He want to die as an impostor to satisfy the ego of a would-be God?
No, He did not seek glorification without merit and be called the Word! 

We can be victorious as Christ was by denouncing all vanity and wickdeness,
not being crucified on Calvary as He was, but be resurrected as Lazarus was!

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Everyone is a fake,
You are just your mother's stupid mistake.
No one loves you for who you are.
Just drown your sorrows in a bar.

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The Disease

Crawling up my veins, I can feel it
The thought in my head, can I beat it? 

It has been a while now, it has become my only company 
Since I discovered it, I have been living in misery 

At first it was fine, I thought I was safe 
Until they tested me in metal things as dark as a cave 

The thoughts that run inside my mind 
"You're dying, you're dying", they're leaving me behind 

Helpless and useless on a bed 
The same place where I am going to end up dead 

These people's faces that I cannot stand 
Nurses and doctors stick needles in my hand 

All the people I thought were my friends 
None of them stuck by me to the end. 

But I didn't forget the tears my loved ones cried 
But in the end, they all seem so dead and dry

Me and the disease, now it is just a race 
So obviously clear from the paleness of my face 

It kills me, all the fake smiles they gave 
I wonder if they'll smile, after they place me in my grave 

And all the people around me, they don't understand 
But still, they stick needles so deep in my hand 

And now that I'm here, paralyzed and weak 
Nothing but another chance of life, do I humbly seek 

Tears fall down, and so does hair 
As empty as my soul, so is this life unfair 

All the misery and all the pain 
16 years have gone in vain 

The disease I fight, the disease I hate 
In my blood it so vigorously accumulates 

And none but God shall I try to persuade 
As my life so slowly fades

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Anything that Incites
Provokes or Urges us to offend Eternal God

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Truth in which we cannot understand, Very revealed truth 
We should and often believe when proof of their existence


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Follower - REVISED

I was a follower
A coward,
Just trying to fit in
In this busy, busy empire
Then I met a person,
who believed she had it all
not in the bad way, as you would suppose
She gave me some advice,
Can you guess what it was?
Simple and plain,
Just powerful enough:
She said if you hold your head up high
But not so far
That your nose is in the sky...
If you're proud of what you acquire,
Your confidence shoots higher
If you speak up, voice your opinion,
Let people know that you’re not just another minion...
If you be who you want to,
And forget the people who say it’s not you...
And if you are kind to others,
Especially your mother
YOU are a leader.
You ARE a leader.
You are a LEADER.
If you stand up for  the people that you may not even know
Tell that ignorant harasser just to get up and go
If you know where you should be,
There’s a whole lot you can see
If others think you're worth nothing,
Show them they’re wrong by saying
“You're wasting your time by trying to waste mine!”
And just walk away
Make sure to tell them
You’re a leader,
But what are they?

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Cupid's arrow is broken in two,
The one that said that I belong to you.
You don't want to be with me anymore,
Thats what you said as you walked out the door.
You don't love me,you told me you never did,
So behind my shaddow I have hid.
I can't take this I just want to cry,
As you ignore me I just want to die.

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I am bored with all the lies in the news,
The celebrity’s that live to abuse and misuse,
The war that never seems to end,
The Cosmo articles on “how to steal her boyfriend”
I am bored with reality TV,
To be honest, teenage pregnancy greaves me,
I am bored with the over use of sex,
In our world that loves and then says next,
I am bored with our lack of morality,
Listening to others false realities,
I am bored with our superficial planet,
Plastic surgery is our fruitless magnet,
I am bored with all our family feuds,
A people whose minds have become so skewed,
I am bored of people always complaining,
In a country where we all keep gaining,
I am bored with the lack of common sense,
Where good people run around extreamly tense,
I am bored with public officials putting America in a deeper mess,
Where nobody cares about the real issues that need to be addressed.

By:Sabina Nicole
Contest: Bored with....

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Dewsbury Moor

The snow fell in Dewsbury Moor overnight,
They woke up at lunch to a horrible sight,
The snow had flowed through the broken gates,
And roads were blocked all across the estates,
The giros had still not arrived after ten,
So wailing was general within the crack den.
The bin bags piled up to the lower window,
Obscured by the grime-defying, beautyfying snow.
The wind whistled through the boarded up seams,
Of windows and roused men from opiate dreams,
While weary-eyed women with mascara'd tears,
Tend to their children, three in four years.
But the memories stay as the snow melts away,
How beautiful Dewsbury Moor looked today!

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If I had a Child

If I had a child,
I would stroke her head for a while

As she drifts into a trance of sleep,
Counting one-by-one the sheep

Found in her imagination,
She can live within her creation

When she is finally as quiet as a mouse,
I will turn out all the lights in the house

And creep back into my own room
To join my soon-to-be-groom

We will have ourselves adjoined
Until we hear little footsteps, sounding like a coin

Pattering down the hall
Until we see her face, cutest of them all

Say, "I had a nightmare"
I'll reply, "Come here and bring your teddy bear"

If I had a child,
I would stroke her head for a while

As she drifts into a trance of sleep,
Counting one-by-one the sheep

I will finally rest back my head,
Thinking, oh how nice it is when this whole thing is read.

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We will be rich my love and I

We will be rich my love and I
But not with what money can buy

No world trip do we expect to take
Yet happiness will not be at stake

New York for Christmas we can forget
The Spanish villa cannot be met

Music and song at our command
Poetry and prose at our demand

With special ones to spend some time
Spirited children with whom to dine

Friends like gold in thick and thin
No money can buy, whatever the win

Country walks on shortening days
Barren trees by leafy ways

Winter sunsets on a winter's bay
Fireside natters at the close of day

We will be rich my love and I
But not with what money can buy

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Who Love's Ya Baby

who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see

I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid

I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid

brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle

my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because

I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama

my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze

even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above

paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs

milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu

bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best

so who loves me
well lets just continue to see

Tribute To Love

Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's 
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest

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Well, the Feds have gotten another Gov...
Took him to court without much love.

Another corruption trial is on the wend,
Does it seem like these never end?

You've seen him on the TV I'm sure,
Casting aspersions here and there.

"I've done nothing wrong", you can hear him say,
"Just done things in the political way".

Political ways seem to be the trend,
Are they the end, or the "Means to an End"?

The guy who's battling the Feds in court,
Is one of those political sort.

I wonder where these people come from,
We seem to be always stuck with some.

And when their improprieties are known,
Into that light of reality they're shown.

Money, Power, and Greed are at the top,
These are the things that we have to stop.

But we can't do it by sitting around and wishing,
Not while the politicians take junkets to go fishing.

Do you really know how many days they convene?
Have you sent your Rep a letter to try to intervene?

Because things will go on just as they have in the past,
Politicians come first...the Little Guy comes last.

I know of the apathy I will face when I tote,
As an Election Judge, People just don't come out to vote!

So why should we cry when our politicians see,
The advantages they can take...with OUR money?

I live in a state where too many have done,
What their Greed and Corruption have made them become.

But I'm sure that your State, wherever you are,
Isn't untouched by that fate...not by far.

In the meantime we'll watch the trial with a nod,
I just hope that we can wake up to politicians like Rod.

Oh, I love the State I was born in with joy,
You may have guessed, I live in Illinois!

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Here because of an accident of blood
The multitudes entered in a flood

He saw her silhouette in the blue light
She blew him a final kiss that night

She held his child for him to see
Neither,would ever be set free

On his arm they numbered his tattoo
In this camp for the Holocaust Jew

He came back in forty-five
To keep the Auschwitz story alive.

Tribute to Leon Greenman (1910-2008) the only Englishmen to be sent to 

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From Her to You

He had stopped the car by the road where the railing ended
A haze looming in the air over the city below

Standing halfway downhill, finishing relieving himself
That’s when it caught the corner of his eye, something shiny

Zipping his jeans, he stumbled toward the tiny bright beacon
The side of the hill was a bit tricky, with rocks and roots

After some effort, he’d worked his way about half way there
That’s when he noticed the object of concern, a diamond 

It was attached to a golden wedding band, like his wife’s 
He’d presented it to her twenty years ago today

The ring was on the finger of a fat open pale hand 
Frozen in his steps, staring at the hand, heart rate increasing

He forced himself to move forward, slowly, purposefully
More came into view, an outstretched arm, bruised and clammy calm 

Suddenly, there it was, the face, lifeless eyes watching him 
Upon seeing the face, he swiftly rushed forward, panting

Where he reached the body, its overweight nudity gleamed
It had been dumped from the embankment and came to rest there

His wife starred up at him in her usual annoyed gaze
He bent down beside her, taking her outstretched hand in his

Looking up toward the road, he tugged the ring from her finger
After securing it, he stuffed it into his pocket 

Carefully he made his way up the hill, back to the car
He had begun to sweat and his breathing fast and labored

Closing the driver’s door with a slam, he sat heavily
With difficulty, he dug the prized ring from his pocket

He reached and dropped it in the hand of his smiling lover
“From her to you,” he said breathlessly, with a wink and smile

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

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The Compromised man

Your words are like the deepest of infections
Spreading throughout all of my perception
Mutating into an uncontrollable disease
Relentlessly, you resolve, your need to just feed
Your mind can’t process proper nutrition
Leaving you susceptible to complete submission
For the truth terrifies the depths of your soul
Inside you are aware that you’re no longer in control
Yet you continue to send out your messages and cues
Yearning and burning to uncover something new
Little boy lies, little boy cries, 
Little boy, desperately needs to Not compromise.

BY: Sabina Nicole

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God Believes In You

My heart hurts to see such pain
Sorrow, tears, and sadness,
Why do we let Satan reign?
Why can’t we stop the madness?

Why do we wait for trouble to come
To find us while we are weak,
Why can’t we come together as one
It is unity that we should seek.

Why aren’t we strong in faith and love
Why do we focus on money instead,
Why do we always push and shove
To try and get ahead.

Why do thousands have to die
Before we can see each other,
Why do we first have to cry
Before we can come together.

To show compassion and understanding
Is a gift that we should use,
Stop the hatred, stop demanding
Stop the evil and abuse.

Don’t let these lost souls
These devils without hearts,
Make us submit to their goals 
And try to tear us apart.

Look with your heart and not your eyes 
And pray as you will,
Forget the malice, forget the lies
And remember, 
God believes in you still.

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Love (On a Budget)

-brooding centrifical, delirium flight
spiraling downward toward bruising the night
bouncing on sky skin with trampoline hair
shooting like rocket dust into the air
dipping each strand in the hottest of stars
gold tipped and fragrant in Jupiter shards
crushing the bones in the feet of desire
snapping back shoestrings of love ever higher-

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The Value of homelessness

Just because you have no home,
Does not make you any less,
You are still apart of this human race,
Whether you live in a mansion or a mess.

It’s such a shame to see your life go down the drain,
But you still hang in there strong,
You drench in the cold rain,
While singing your hopeful song.

I sometimes think of what you would have been like before,
 I suppose no different to who you are today,
Material possessions can't make you any more,
They just get in the way.

It’s not in my hands to rescue you,
Though I wish it could be,
Remember I’m the one who is trapped,
And you are the one who is free.

At least now you know the value of a stone,
The pricelessness of a crumb,
The fear of being alone,
Facing the end, if it shall ever come.

But one day your dreams shall build your home,
Then your sleepless fearful nights will be gone,
But in the mean time you keep hanging on.

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A weening player

A player who weens,
more frequently queens.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Pentagon Word Poem

Pentagon Word Poem of Seven Stanzas

I want my own way;
May have much to say;
From heaven was sent,
To be President.

God gave me a hint;
When I will repent,
A great day can be;
You just wait and see.

Love land of the free;
Is best place for me,
So without delay
Right here I shall stay.

Have been home at last;
Bygones will be past;
No longer some slave;
God, me He did save.

Will happily sing;
Birds start to take wing;
Freedom I have found;
Love hearing soft sound.

Started to say prayer,
For those everywhere;
God gave much for sure;
Help us to endure.

Wake up my fine friend;
World will reach an end;
God's Son He will send;
New life will begin.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Central Themes are President Lincoln and Slavery

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Sisters are people who care
Sisters are people who listen and share
Sisters are love
Like a gift from above
Someone who sees the best in what you do
Someone who was always around as you grew
Anybody can be a "sister"
But can they be a friend too?

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Worthy Mountains

I think of mountains moved and souls crushed
I think of hurdles cleared and dreams rushed

I think of battles won and the lives that were lost
I think of the first exhale on a cold winter night and all the intentions seized by frost

I ask am I worthy to reach the top?
I don't know, but it's better than staying here to rot

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Diamond Jubilee Too

Some sunshine on her special day?
She reigned on her parade anyway,

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The foolish Death

I desperately yearn for the eyes of deception to become unveiled,
It’s as if I have the money to get you out of jail on bail,

But you turn away in disbelief,
Not realizing you’re headed for eternal grief,

I have the script, the perfect medication,
To heal you from your symptoms of spiritual sedation,

Yet you tell me I am not a physician,
And that you don’t need to come into submission,

Then I see you poor and starving on a roadside,
With eyes filled with tears and a heart occupied with pride,

This time I offer you a blank check,
With skepticism you turn your rigid neck,

Never even looking to see if what I said was real,
Just festering in all your pain, hurt and fear,

 I watch in sheer horror as you continue to feed your aches,
suddenly, In the blink of an eye, you realize you have made a horrific mistake.

BY: Sabina Nicole
Written 1-3-12

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A Wish upon a Wish

I long to wish we could choose where we're born 
and not be pierced and constantly torn 

I wish that love didn't have so much pain 
that it didn't consist of feelings of strain 

I wish that it was something sweet and guiding 
and not full of fear, hurt and hiding 

I wish that love was something true and strong 
that actually makes you feel like you belong 

I wish that we didn't have to argue 
or get angry or disagree or feel so used 

I wish that friendship was strong and freeing 
and not make you feel a sense of fleeing 

I wish people would listen to things you say 
And not be mean and nasty like they do day to day 

I wish that beauty didn't matter this much 
so we could all be accepted and feel that special touch 

I wish that we didn't feel so broken 
so that we can listen to people when they've spoken 

I wish that we weren't all self centered 
so we could live a good life and not feel resented

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Moody Mahler to lyrical Mozart
An Inspiring melodic form of art.

An American doublet

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On the visit of the relics of St Therese of Lisieux to England

St Therese, servant of God, gentle little flower,
Shine on us your radiant light and guide us in this hour.
All your suffering on Earth you bore unflinching, uncomplaining,
Help us who now suffer here, stop our faith and love from waning.
Teach us how to follow your humble 'Little Way',
To do our best at everything and thank God every day.
You vowed to spend your heaven on Earth, and let a shower of roses fall,
Miraculous cures now speak of your worth, oh you great helper of us all.
Now your relics leave Lisieux and journey to us for the faithful to see,
Great St Therese, I will be one down on my knees, please pray for me.

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I Want My Mommy

as I lie in this womb
for it's my heart you'll hear beat soon

da beat beat beat
and da tapping of tiny feet

attached cord
was my mighty sword

words of disgrace
embedded in my taste

drug of ill fath
served on my plate

you have rather me died
than to hear my wimper and cries

I could of made you proud
instead of being wrapped in this tiny shroud

now I am someone else's angel
wearing a nice shinny golden halo

as my unspoken words goes out to you
I hope your next child won't have to go through this too

Tribute To The Unborn

Entery For 
Raul Moreno's
Unspoken Words Contest
GL All

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Johnny 's Song

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands

Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure

A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer

Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am

Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride

Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends

Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too

In Loving Memory 
John Denver  { 1943 -1997 }

Soar My Feathered Friend

  {  R.I.P. }

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The rest

Usually the best 
is among the rest.

Volodymyr Knyr 

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The Dragon and the Doe

A Dragon meets a Doe in the woods, intending to kill
The Doe asks the Dragon “if you kill me, what would be the thrill?”

Consumed with rage the Dragon responded, "I’m mighty and you’re weak"
The Doe queried “how can you consider yourself powerful when you feed on the meek?”

Angrier still the Dragon roared “I’m the master my environment and I decide fate!”
The Doe answered calmly “you seem to be consumed by fear and hate.”

“Hate you have right but fear is ridiculous, I fear nothing!”
“That’s impossible, hate’s in all of us as is fear, it’s all part of being.”

The Dragon bellowed “I’m above all, I destroy, I consume!”
“Yet we all start from the same place, we all come from a womb.”

“What’s your point? I grew into something stronger!”
The Doe looked off into the distance “If the strong helped the weak, we’d all survive longer…”

The Dragon incinerated the Doe and flew off with the carcass, perpetuating the cycle of what do we die for?

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Each metro station should have this sign.
Descend  to  the hot abyss,  to the line.
Steel  monster  vomits people to the platform,
Ingests another  load,  another swarm.

Roar of machines.  No  protest  voice -
Up the  Mauthausen  quarry steps,  no choice.
Silent victims into the Auschwitz chamber - 
Tiring, lifeless journey to nowhere.

Crowded metro carriage glass-cage:
Same  strangers every day - no gender, no age:
Lost silent souls packed,  almost touch but never  do;
Close-facing,  but  eyes far-looking through you.

As animals trying  to avoid fights but never fleeing,
No one knows or wants to know your inner being,
Your feeling,  your thought,  your life,  your care.
Mechanical  hell on wheels going nowhere.  **


* Infamous sign on Nazi concentration camp entrance, 
   translates as "Work will make you free". 

**Poem is dedicated to the 2 000 000 people who use the 
    metro daily in St. Petersburg, Russia.

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Vampire Desire (footle)

One bite
So right

My soul

I feed

Souls fire

I bite

Soul gone
No con

We need
One seed

For now
I vow

To bleed
In deed


My sight

Brings peace

One goal
Free soul

Forth night
Day light

We die
No lie

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Creative Salvation

I need poetry right now, not this, reality beyond reason
We shovel the shit, waste the resources, despite the season

What is life without creative purpose?
The equivalent of dull in the excess

A factual interpretation of a story already told
Nothing left to the imagination, reality has too tight of a hold

What are we without dreams of something better?
We don’t get the point but we can remember the script letter for letter

Where is the passion behind all those blank stares?
We get conflict yet we lack the knowledge to truly care

It doesn’t seem right, it doesn’t seem fair
That’s life though, we get what we get and that’s the fare 

You can’t create life without suffering; passion is sparked by pain
Yet so many waste this spark, working in vain

Trying to please those above them
Is that the point, to serve another human to reach heaven?

It’s a twisted climb to “purity”
The logic can be explained but we don’t truly see

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On twitting

All humans who twit
set up for a wit.

Volodymyr Knyr

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To a dripping ceiling in a monsoon rain
To a three sided coin, an unwinnable game
To a moth with no wings eating red super coats
To a pen long exploded, in splashes, it wrote
To four open daisies, compelled to a smile
To the moment you found me and saved me awhile
To stitching the soul back to legs of my shadow
To diving a neck crack in waters too shallow
To a minute with ego who thinks it's an hour
To a shoot in the arm filled with superman power
To a broken down car with no gumption to live
To a second the world just becomes what it is
To morning when no one has opened their eyes
To babies who silently practice their cries
To books glued together to never be read
To living enormous before you are dead
To a cup full of coffee with curing caffeine
To a person who sees you and knows what you mean
To a riddle which staunchly will not crack a grin
To a mirror which shows you the shape you are in
To wishes in mercury under your brow
To what we were then and what we are now
To that little red moth who left only the buttons
To the silence of sorrow until it is nothing.

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Do you want to hear a story, perhaps an anecdote or two . . .
There is a place to do it, when life caves in on you.

There is a group of people who share their lives today . . .
I found them only by happy circumstance, as I was traveling this way.

They get together once a month, to tell tales of their past . . .
Each one in their particular way have stories that will last.

Each one could talk for hours on end, and there would be no lulls . . .
For the times and places they have been, are etched upon their souls.

Their pleasure in remembering is a joy to all who hear . . .
We like to listen to the tales they tell, they give us all a cheer.

The lives they have led, the people they've known, the places they've been to . . .
Are celebrated with us each month, as if we'd been there too.

The moments in time that in our hasty lives, we often will forget . . .
Are cherished now as memories, especially the ones we seem to fret.

Memories, I know, are not for us alone and need to be shared . . .
Even the ones we don't want to think on, the ones that made us scared.

The stories they share with us are not just a reason for rhyme . . .
But I wanted each of them to know, how much I enjoy this time.

Because of them, I have remembered so many things of my own past . . .
Times that I'd forgotten, but have come back to me at last.

The darkest corners of memory are brightened by their chat . . .
I, for one, know I will always be grateful for that.

Our thought are put in new perspective - even the darkest ones we save . . .
But however dark and grim they are, as memories they behave.

To all the MEMORY MAKERS present and past who grace us all this way . . .
This rhyme is for you, "Thank You" for sharing your lives with us, past, present, and today.

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Ten Thousand Santas

Yesterday, before my eyes,
I saw what was a great surprise – 
Santas everywhere I gazed;
People stopped and stared, amazed.

Driving past that sea of red,
Santa caps on every head,
Santa suits in every style,
One could not suppress a smile.

Found out it was SantaCon;
Here one day and then it’s gone,
To form a festive atmosphere
Where Santas magically appear.

They move in packs from pub to pub,
Stopping for a drink or grub;
Then they march on, their humors high,
Affecting all who pass them by.

For how could anyone not grin
As all those Santas usher in
The spirit of the holidays,
Personified in scarlet blaze.

I’m grateful that I got to see
Ten thousand Santas on a spree.
I’m sure I heard, as you’d suppose,
More than ten thousand Ho-Ho-Ho’s!

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Love, The darkest angel..

Life, O how it means so little any more,
My heart was made of steel and the maker made no door,
How is it that my soul once seamed to sore,
But now the pain seeps through while leaving a pool upon the floor,
Nothing makes sense and I feel so confused,
She's left me alone, my spirit's been beaten and used,
But there's a cruel smile that crosses her face,
Like the darkest angel with some unquinchable taste,
A taste for a life that seams just out of reach,
So I'm left here alone with nothing to learn or no one to teach..

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There were Nine

I recall upon hearing, of a town not far from here From what I've been told, nobody enters because of fear For this town has something darker, darker than known before Nine crows in torment flight, await to deliver sore Being picked upon was a common site, safe, no one was Nobody could fathom why, was it simply just because The day that it came to light, a darkness descended down With a swiftness never witnessed, darkened a living town Under their winged shadows, became people in deathly fall It's as if their looking for someone special, hungered is their thrall For days they dived, swooped again, soaring to their skies This nine in tormented flight, just who can they despise The days and weeks that passed, the town recalls that fateful day Their Church now apparently empty, no more their light displayed . 09/08/2014

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Captured, in full moon spread The she of two in wanting read Caress of touch in window round Feelings of both in loving found Desire to want, wanting to desire Their love of two in evening transpire Live and let live, as in harm there is none Their interactions are varied, for not there be as one Let be, and be as let For the guidelines of our lives, have never been set

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Conversation Starter

Please know this:
First kiss,
Someday being a wife,
Realistic life,
Growing to mature,
A good future,
Willing to admit
You're used to it,
Odds and ends,
Smiling friends,
Wanting to live,
Love, and give,
Questions and mystery,
These are things that interest me.

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The past wasn’t all that great and the so-called “achievements” - say - 
Of the past pale when we compare them to our capabilities today.

Egyptians built  the fearsome Great  Pyramid weighing 6 million tons in 20 years;
We  dump  7 million tons of rubbish every year in the Atlantic without fears.

Moses   parted the Red Sea  for a while to allow escape; 
But the Soviets made the Aral Sea disappear entirely from the landscape.

Moses also made the Egyptian Nile turn red  for hours  -
The English chemical industry constantly turns the River Tees red, and sours.

History’s important Punic Wars sadly killed 160 000 people in twenty years,
But  US road accidents  kill the same number in only 4 years  - no tears.

More EU harvested grain is burnt  weekly, to combat low-price fear,
Than  a whole year of growing in the mighty Roman Empire economic sphere.

5000 people ate fish and bread with Christ : there were left 12 baskets of good food. 
5000 can eat with McDonalds  with no  good  food at all, just business shrewd.

Great  Wall of China used to be most important cultural object seen from spaceflight;  
Now  that’s nonsense,   it is in fact  Las Vegas at night.

We  have been capable of eroding  the Acropolis much in forty years.
How much erosion from two millennia of  great civilizations?  Nowhere near!

Every fifteen years or so, one  meteor  impact can destroy 80 million trees; 
We  remove  that  from the world’s  forests every week with ease.

Yes our civilization is a world beater
Not just a record-from-the-past repeater

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If It was any other way

Wouldn't it be something if we all got what we wanted? 
Didn't have to ask or pay, Things didn't have to be so complicated
Because things get hard and all distorted
It would be so much easier if we could all just ignore it 
Things get in the way, Or no one ever seems to get enough
Life is so frustrating, time makes it tough
No one feels as good as they seemed to feel the other day
It would be a relief if it was any other way
Society seems to have their opinions on how the world should act and dress
It's everyone for themselves and this world has become such a mess
Making people terrified of the way they get perceived 
If it was any other way, they'd feel so relieved 
In a world where it's okay for you to talk down to other people just to make them feel so small
This place isn't like it used to be after all

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1.Humanity, best wealth, rest
even worth low.	
2.Merciful by right, analyzing		
proves worthy salvation.
3.Kind hearted never enter
innocent dark world.
4.Merciful need not fear
for their life.
5.Harmless to merciful air-engulfed
earth its witness.
6.Merciless, harmful loose wealth
and are unrighteous.
7.As wealth less suffer, pitiless 
achieve no elevation.
8.Poor may prosper, useless
merciless never shine,
9.Analising merciless charity as 
senseless understand book.
10.Merciless harming weak, think
fear before strong, 
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in on 13-12-13

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Family Of Friends

Families walking in the halls
Searching for comfort within these walls
Many times we've heard things said
Discussing things so many dread
Children with an illness are here
Seeking comfort to calm their fear
Sometimes their treatments are very painful
For days that are easier, we are thankful
As time passes and each day goes by
We find ourselves asking "Why?"
We're not alone in this place we must stay
We can trust in our faith and begin to pray
Coming together as a "Family of Friends"
With a shoulder to cry on and an ear to bend
Strength in numbers may conquer some pain
Share our hearts when they begin to rain
Here for our children with hope for healing
Let's share the pain we are often feeling
Let's join together as a "Family of Friends"
Let's show our support and lend a hand

Copyright © 2004   Shari E Davis

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Slavery and Unsavory

Slavery and Unsavory

Was quite a character and so unsavory;
Had heard his attitude towards slavery
Was let each on have life of their own;
A message from God caste in stone.

Treat with respect God simply did say;
When needing help never turn away;
With our minds what must we be doing?
About ensuing facts and their ungluing.

When much better we want world to be
Does it really require a certain ceremony:
More knowledge into mind must be feed,
And others in circles don't like to be led.

As in much heat shall start to swelter
Running here and there helter-skelter
Challenge you to do the same to me
So we will be a product of all history.

What should we have become a slave to?
And when whole day is finally through,
Never again will I ever be left alone
People will want my poems for their own.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

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Lived  in Wales once for little over  a  year
Can’t say I enjoyed it  - Welsh people  were queer.

They answered in Cymraig if I spoke English to them;   *
Tried a  little Cym  -  they responded with phlegm.

Harps and daffodils was their idea of fun, 
And they never noticed the absence of daily sun.

(Rained  ‘most every day - made my feet  squelch)
What’s wrong with Wales  is the Welsh

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 


The Celtic language spoken by many people in Wales                                       
                is  called  Cymraig   (pronounced  coom - ra - eeg )

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Civil Union

By the way, Have you felt the stick today?
Missed a support payment or alimony?

How’s it feel to live in the land of the free?
Surely, this is NOT civility.

By the way, can you afford the heat?
Does your menu include gene-altered meat?

In a civil land, surely all would be fed.
In a civil land, all would have roofs and beds.

How’s it feel to have no obvious choice 
run by a government who won’t hear your voice?

By the way, have you paid for the water you drink,
because you don’t trust, the kitchen sink’s?

Certainly civility should and would decree
a clean, functioning place to simply pee?

Would a civil nation arrest and detain
so many strangers to receive a water boards’ pain?

Does civil society require your passport chipped? 
Does a nation of laws allow phone calls clipped?

Each country claims to be this mythical land
where the masses are cared for, given a hand.

In this Never Neverland no one would stay sick.
We'd all live good life’s without carrying the stick.

In this Never Neverland we'd live proudly free
represented by goodness in grand civility.

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I received a golden hello
But nothing of banking I know

On commodities, the future I bet
For large bonuses each year,to net

Too soon the 'bubble' has burst
Of course,everyone else,has come off worse

But I do not reap what I sow 
They gave me parachute payout & pension to go

Global finances,crash into debt
Yet still I have no regrets  ...(yet !)

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Cousin Julia came to tea
Sat aloof from our group of three
Wanted no cake, crumpet or cheese
Only weak tea, and black, please.

Tall and rather pinched in looks
With a pointed nose for looking in books
Never did her pale green eyes
Betray even the slightest surprise

At our conversation’s turn of phrase
About childhood and byegone days
Or when I doubled her four-clubber
And practically handed her the rubber

The tedious afternoon drew to a close
And Julia continued to look down her nose
At all our silly conversation trivial
And did little to be convivial

Soon  we felt like a walk on the strand
And we dealt out the last hand
My partner took it to four no-trump
And Julia snorted as she would, the frump

The rubber was lost again
So we went out in  the wind and rain
And the strand seemed  endless  ahead of us
Till she finally boarded her homeward bus.

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Musical Dream #10

I love listening to Bach on late evenings, especially his flowing ‘Ave Maria’,
just as I like tuning in to Schubert’s ‘Ave Maria’, far too many Ave Marias!

Nothing compares to Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata', it’s simply beautiful;
George Handel had he lived would have found Ludwig’s piece rather cool.

Amadeus Mozart, truly he was a musical genius, that Austrian son-of-a gun,
it’s high there among the classics, the elegant ‘Theme from Elvira Madigan’.

Give me Antonin Dvorak’s ‘New World Symphony’,  so serenely majestic,
that, like Tchaikovsky’s ‘Concerto in 1st Movement’, creates instant magic.

Let me tell you a little secret: my days in the cradle had long ago passed by
yet, till this day I drift off to dreamland with a few strains of Brahms’ ‘Lullaby’.

Chopin he tinkers with his piano dreamily, that young romantic Polish chap -
etudes, nocturnes, mazurkas, you name it, though he could not do hip-hop.

I adore the songs of  Bobby Dylan, though not necessarily his croaky voice;
honestly, I prefer listening to other minstrels sing his tunes, if given a choice.

Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell and Judy Collins, those gals sounded to me so fine;
I once volunteered to produce them but they said “Are you out of your mind?”

Could not do nothing with the three J’s, so I turn to Lennon & McCartney
who once rocked my childhood with their irresistible “yeah, yeah, yeah”.

Leonard Cohen, does that man ever smile? so moody and stark his music
but I love him anyway, though figuring out his lyrics often makes me sick.

Denver and Donovan’s stuff are sugary for my taste at times I would say
and there are occasions when I crave for songs that sound kinda lonely.

So I often give way to my old buddy from country land, Kristofferson man,
and let his somber ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down’ get me all undone.

Sad songs, joyful songs, all styles, will they ever come in just one package?
so I won’t have to spend much on CDs that is straining my minimum wage.

Given those great musical influences I have painstakingly mentioned above,
it is a sure bet I am off to greatness if I just behave and do what I truly love.

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A leek and leaking

He who eats his leek
does not let this leak.

Volodymyr Knyr

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So gracefully grazing the sky,
Higher than blue birds fly

Above the cauliflower clouds,
Below the starry crowds

Such a commanding machine of man,
Speedily sweeping the land;

Now carefully descending down,
Their gaze cast to the ground

A frightful fearsome eye,
A baby child's cry

Ensnared in a teething trap
The towers did collapse.

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Will You Let Me Sleep

Violet hues
Birds in flight coo's

Starburst fashion
Sun's hot passion

Crystal streams
Valleys of green

Sno-capped peaks
Eagles that speaks

Call of the wild
Echoes of a lost child

Can't seem to wake
From this dormate faith

Have no fear
For vision is  clear

Arrived at Heaven's shore
Was woken though by husband's dam snore


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The world we got brought into
Way to easy for anyone to see through
These bars represent the problems and the verse represent the time
Too many mistakes and it'll leave us all behind
Even the words set in motion
Can cause problems that are oceans
Defying and lying to realize
The problems i see with these real eyes
The people today? So hateful and jaded
Memories of innocence and happiness becoming so faded
This isn't a basket, Problems cant be covered with lids
We cant run from the stupid things we did
Peoples vision of the world will flex and bend
Possibly soon somehow this world will end
The richest? Already have a good plan out
What am i supposed to do? Sit and pout? Or may I stand and shout?

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A Moment of Love

To the shadows of forgotten ghost
Let us all propose a toast

Wasting away their lives in the pen
I once shared in the banquet of sin

I often think of the people I know
Warriors who once shared my soul

Back to back we fought on the yard
Prison made us all cold and hard

I receive letters almost everyday
From damn good men who are wasting away

Asking favors to which I must comply
Taking flowers to mothers who break down and cry

I often taste my own broken heart
Consoling a mother who is falling apart

I have many mothers know it is true
But my own mother I never knew

Just try to inhale the pain of my plight
I have to deliver more flowers tonight

Dear Lord have mercy for heavens sake
I really don’t know how much more I can take

I feel pain few people ever know
As I let the tears soften my soul

Gaining strength from the good Lord up above
So I can offer another mother a moment of love

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The Gift of You (Facts to which I believe)

Here are a few facts to which I believe
You must first come before you can leave

You must laugh to also cry
Many people live long after they die

The circle of life encompasses all seasons
Everything that happens, happens for a reason

If you never lose it means nothing to win
Crucifying Jesus is mans greatest sin

To truly change you must first regret
There is no truer love than that of a pet

With-in every heart is a blossoming seed
And love is something that we all need

The simple things should matter the most
There truly is a Father, Son and Holy Ghost

That the tiniest lie is the greatest sin
Everyone you greet you should greet with a grin

Satan attacks us through our mind
As ignorance keeps many people blind

The most heartwarming gift is one that is free
As the Lord loves you he also loves me

The thing I believe, I believe is most true
The world’s greatest gift is the gift of you

Dedicated to the reader. Never doubt
you are a blessing who deserves Gods
forgiving love. 

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Kudos is a complement, which I would like to mention.
I'll mention folks who've earned them, that is my intention!

First is the Police force, whose job is too protect.
They often face real danger and should have our respect.

Next, would be our Firemen, their duties are assorted.
Always ready to react, to any crisis that's reported!

Our military folks are next, they must not go unmentioned.
Thousands lay their lives on-the-line and they deserve our full attention!

Our teachers too deserve a nod, they've earned our recognition.
They help to mold our childrens minds, to promote a mature transition.

There are many more to thank and praise, like doctors, clerks and nurses.
But for me to mention everyone, I'd need way too many verses.

So lets just take time to thank them, and let them know we care,
and now and then, on their behalf, lets say a little prayer!

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Desperate to reach success
Desperate to live,
Cold and kind
Desperate to give.

Gentle and Rough
Two worlds apart,
Strong, fearless
A man with heart.

In touch with himself
A brother, a son,
Music in his veins
A lonely one.

Eyes of blue 
That tell the truth,
His words are few.

Desperate to play
Desperate to love,
For just to sing
Is not enough.

The man I know 
The world cannot tame,
The strong-spirited man
Who I call Shane.

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Breaking the Madness

Livid with nocturnal madness
Octavious shed his robe
as he pierced his skin of solitude
and headed toward the road
The eve met him with yellow pine
and pearl juice set a'sprinkle
As the sky dolled out her decadence
the frost hung still and tranquil
He found his path into the woods
descending 'neath the branches
as he swept his hair past nervous eyes
and forest floor expanses
While he approached, the trees stayed clear
the smell of human in the air
and just when no more could he bear
he found his water passion there
A slip into the brackish kiln 
would fire the chill and clean the skin...

A winter night's insanity
erased him as he swam to sea~

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I'll Be Amazed

Come to me on this lovely day,
So that I may be amazed -

By the brightness that you bring,
That cause my heart to want to sing.
I want to see your glowing smile,
Yes, I hope you'll stay awhile.

Cause it is you that I adore-
And wish, soon, you'll open the door.

To spend this lovely day with me,
Oh, how exciting it would be.

For on  this day I long to hear-
Your voice that sounds, to me, so dear.

I want to consume each word you say,
In such a caring and loving way.

To gladly receive your warm embrace,
Then kiss your tender, soft-smooth face.

And yes, I'll know without a doubt,
That love has truly brought you out-

To share with me, on this lovely day -
And once again ... I'll Be Amazed!

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It Doesn't Really Matter in The End

It doesn't really matter in th end, 
If you are black or white, rich or poor, 
Or if you are a regular Joe or a celebrity, 
Bad things, and suffering can happen to anyone,that's for sure. 

The human spirit can sometimes too much endure, 
It can be yours or mine in a corner very obscure, 
Our bodies and souls can take so much for a awhile, 
But in the end it could take its toll too much trials 

There's a timetable and a clock somewhere always ticking, 
So let's not forget that wounds take a long time healing, 
God made our body, mind, soul to be resilient in time of trouble, 
But doesn't mean to ignore them and so make them for us double 

So in the end it doesn't really matter who you are,or where you go, 
Tragedy, pain and death can happen to anyone, anytime, I just know. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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A Tongue Is Like A Rose

My friend, I rather not learn to speak 
In thy tongue that really makes one sick

A tongue lovely as early morn rose
And deadly like her own prickly toes


Inspired by a nasty comment I got 
For winning the PS Poetry Contest.

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Onward I march, bravely I ride  
Into the unknown, I never break my stride

Axes and spears, I use to defend
Quickly I bruise, but cuts easily mend

The sea of steel armor shines in the light
I show no mercy and race to beat the night

An epic fight is fierce, long and proud
The sound of metal forever echoes out loud

The kingdom is now safe from unwanted attack
I serve my King nobly and expect nothing back

A Knight is what I am, 'til death I will serve
My cries will ring proud, never will I lose my nerve 

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Anto Loved Sergio All Along (2006)

Although the knot was tied 
they both often layed awake and cried
her heart was with him and his with her
Happy as they seemed their mind would stir
secrets burst with flames
No more tricks no more games
They loves each other all along
So why do they say their love is wrong?

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A Dead Rose

The rose grows unbalanced to the right
Because she is deprived of light,

Water is scarce, but when it can run,
The rose soaks it up and leans into the sun,

Her thorns are stunted and endearingly tender,
Though this means they do not have strength to defend her,

Her petals are thin and so easily torn,
Such a delicate flower the bush never had borne,

But far fairer roses selfishly surround her,
And this is how the gardener found her.

So pull out her petals so pretty and pale,
And break off her prickles so fragile and frail,

Then cut off her head and leave her to decay,
Tend the wilier roses and just walk away.

And as her sap weeps as she withers and rots,
The rose is watched smugly by the flowers in their pots,

And as she lies dying in darkness on the floor,
They turn to the sun and lounge in it some more,

And when the rain washes the dead rose away,
The flowers are asleep and have nothing to say.

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intelligent minds

The stars and sky seen from ones eye
May Vary from  both you and I
The rain that beats down on ones face
Has reason, for it has come from space
But when they become tears from Gods infinite mold
Judgment now turns to supernatural gold
When sense is senseless
And intelligence fails
And spirits dwell or simply sail
The order of how it all goes down
Swirls in one’s mindset, round and round
When the sunrise wakes the earth each day
And sunsets slowly fade away
The only thing that holds to be true
Is a heart that’s pure and supersedes all views
Just like a child who has much belief
And can find beauty in a simple leaf
Is the way we should see this fleeting life
For the earth is our groomsman’s glorious wife
Assurance comes when we take a true stand
Grab on to who is really holding our hand
And not become complacent hopeless or deceived
Don’t Listen to everything  you hear and start to believe
For lies are poison and pain births fear
Closing up our spiritual eyes and ears
Confusion comes from open doors
We were all made to live for so much more
Never say never for many are wrong
Just in ourselves we cannot be this strong
Give credit to the creator for all he can do
Nothing is lost when it’s his love you pursue
Time shows the meaning and patience is the key
Obedience and love is what makes all men free
If there were ever a better time to open your heart
It would be right now, for this world has grown dark.

By: Sabina Nicole
written: 4-2-12

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Love Is Suppose

Love is suppose to be kind But people push it just behind. It makes me sad to see all this Love for some is neither peace nor bliss. But that's what most people do Some live like this everyday. They just don't seem to care Eyes blinded only by pain and tears. Confused minds cold hearts All these lives are torn apart. And the children pay the price This is not in any way right or nice. Everybody deserves to be happy But what I see is really crappy I meet sad people all the time And in their eyes I see no love sublime. People keep searching everyday They think they know more than you Some amassing more than they need for Always wanting and wishing far for more. But that's what most of us do In this life we all try to touch the sun. And as we look at the sky at night We all wish that everything was right. We all want love peace and joy Find a place no one can destroy. We all want to reach for the stars Make our dreams come true from the start . In the end there is only right and wrong And black and white makes things flow. Love is supposed to be nice and kind Love is not supposed to hurt and be unkind. But sometimes love can cause us all pain Love can create a very good and strong chain. But sometimes love can be the wrong kind And produce pain and fear in the heart and mind. With the right direction and guidance We can all make it through life and advance Take life by the hand and sometimes dance looking at the sky Don't take anything for granted, but look ahead for a new day. Love is supposed to be kind But people push it just behind What this world needs more is God and love Look for God and you can find all His goodness from above.

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those little drips of word and water
that spill over but shouldn't oughter

gaffs and chaffs and blurbs that spot
sayer or sprayer marked insensitive clod

clothes spotted damp, pride marked too
antagonizing other camp, unable to redo

even royalty’s spoken without utmost decor
found themselves cast as party's gauche boar

try to interact without accidentally hurting
spoken acid sprayed by thoughtlessly blurting

the only thing to do to mend that situation
a heartfelt apology for unintended aberration

"please excuse my lapse of good propriety"
"I unfavorably spoke, not to seek notoriety"

"merely because I'm human and make mistakes"
"I ask for your pardon, whatever it takes"

"to seek your forgiveness for my intrusion"
"and say I'm truly sorry, in conclusion"

"yet you reader can't see these anomalies"
"...oops...I rest my case...My apologies"

© Goode Guy 2011-09-29

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Thanks Today

I just want to say, “Thanks in a special way”
This is why I pen this Poem today

It’s for those who always stand by me
Those who are as special as can be

I won’t mention names you know who you are
Through the dark of night you are my stars

Such a special group in such a special way
“I’m honored to know you,” is all I can say

You are all teachers because without a doubt
You have taught me what I’m all about

One more thing you can believe is true
Before God blesses me I hope he blesses you

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Weed And Feed

On my day's journey
Think going to a basketball tourney

Stopped by sisters house
It was as quiet as a mouse

Out in her garden she sits
Hoe claw and gloves of misfits

Peddle pushers to kaboot
Gotta love her for she's a hoot

She kept digging at those weeds
And filling the holes with new seeds

I asked if she was tired of this
She replyed no as she turned and twist

See hoeing your garden
Is like a life's pardon

You might say it's like losing weight
Shedding unwanted pounds you hate

The hurries and worries
Even if their some kind of snow flurries

As we laughed and cried
I felt more pride

For my sister did it to me once again
Helped me weed out my own garden from within

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Standing Stones of the Ancient

Standing stones from a forgotten past
These monoliths, who built them to last

What do they mean, for whom did they serve
Through eons of time in weather worn preserve

These standing structures in sporadic spread
Is it an ancient message, that's still to be read

Are they there for a reason, a beacon, a signal
Or are they there for out there, an alien recall

Modern man, in their attempt to understand
Why structures like this, grace our lands

Maybe we will, maybe we may never
Maybe our ancestors of old, were just far too clever

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Many people walk around quite happily deluded.
We all have misconceptions of our flaws, myself included.
I see some people strutting by, unflatteringly dressed,
But they would disagree with what my eyes have just assessed.

We watch the TV talent shows for those who sing or dance,
And realize many are so bad they don’t deserve a chance.
Yet there they are, quite clueless, belting out an off-key tune
And when criticism comes, they look like they’re about to swoon.

Our self-protective instincts often keep us in the dark;
We sail through life by nurturing that tiny, hidden spark.
It’s easier, by far, to keep one’s faith in an illusion,
Allowing us to promenade, ensconced in our delusion.

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Once there was a man that thought he could write.
Within his mind, he wavered a terrible fight.

Only he knew; weathered writes that could define.
Not of madness or failure or even that of wine,

He studied persons that flowed around his state.
Not criticizing or judging, learning from the wait.

His thoughts and words sometimes thought raw.
His mind hiding secrets though never to fall,

His findings revealed; a secret everyone held.
Without a secret, no life would be compelled.

Each human has a Devil and Angel that hides.
Which one wins the battle to which all confides?

When the words fly outward from within his soul,
Holding reprimands of dysfunction without any goal.

Was he a writer, poet, philosopher not so trite.
What feelings drove him in his positioned flight?

His mind wondered in and out of existence defined.
Within his mind, he wavered a terrible fight combined. 

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Cousin R

I think that he is crazy,
though he's a lot of fun when he's nice,
and his conversaitons are rather hazy,
I think the word "swears" will suffice.

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Life is not a porn movie (2003)

It’s a fantasy! Wake up and smell the coffee!
There is life beyond your box and sticky toffee!
Get a grip and live like a real man should,
Theres gold, silver, iron then wood.

Most of porn is a forced labour, 
There is no savoir, 
On top there’s all cheers,
But look closer and the wetness is all tears.

Lust is a never ending well,
Love is the fire inside of a platinum shell
The well will never end
Lust has a mind that can never be your friend.

There is class and there is a cheap ass
Private moments are for your eyes 
Watch it and contemplate
Then look at the poor reflection on your slate

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What ever

It's funny when people think they have changed,
but they really haven't.

How they try to make people believe they have,
who they trying to kid.

Then they get all defensive about it when you disagree.
Well excuse ME...

The fake imaginary they plaster everywhere,
who you trying to be

I've changed, I'm not like that anymore.
what ever....

Is it me,
or are a lot people just really fake.

There's a saying that come to mind, 
lay with dogs, you get there fleas.

Think about that,
next time you front me.

M.Mahauariki © 2012

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My Government

To my government that I love dearly,
I must say that I write to you wearily.
Like a good girl I write my concerns,
when I get a response it just burns.
It's a copy you send to hundreds of others,
Not much comfort for the burdened mothers.
It's easy to see there's no caring,
to voters you write, it's so daring.
To think we'll keep backing you with votes,
when such responses we get to our notes,
It's a little arrogant in the least,
At times, you seem more like a beast.
I know that easy isn't part of what you do,
So for that, I do give credit to you.
But put away the fancy words you give,
And change things for us, in this world, to live.

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It's Whats Inside Of You That Counts

The true love of your heart
Now where shall I start

Mine comes for ones that are lost in storms
Or for children who heart's thats been ripped and torn

One may even say I had opened many doors
To let the homeless sleep on maple floors

Or they may say you were the one to spare a dime
But have commited no other such crimes

Then theres another that may say just get out of their way
And you reply with only have such a lovely day

For there shall be no love of another
Like your love you held for my passed sister and brothers

And that heart that was sewen unto you
Was woven by God's holy hands of skew

So the true love of your heart
Is what brought me here from the very start

Tribute To My Jenny Rose
Mama Loves You Peanut

Also Entry For Michael Jorden's
Inside The Heart Contest
GL All

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Our long walk,down into suffering,
head lifted high,up into glory

along a narrow way in His footsteps
sealed with the Holy Spirit of promise

This unryhmed couplet was inspired by 1 P 1:13 and Eph 1:13

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Cirque de anomie

Success induces affinity, a sense of familiarity, recognition.
Similarly it instigates mysticism and scepticism: all based on ‘intuition’.
Thoughts accumulated without reason, nor justified perception:
A man who stares into a mirror, and doesn’t recognise his reflection.

On first name terms with ‘The Beckhams’, and Hollywood’s elite.
They’re not characters, they’re people, on Coronation Street.

Remarkable. How soon someone can be engulfed by fame.
Suddenly an average Joe becomes a household name.
Instantly a nobody is loved and envied, on a pedestal to be judged -
any minor misdemeanour and their celebrity grave is dug.

Consistent success, regular reason for jealous bystanders to scorn
and envious thoughts extend to actions, a punishment for how well you’ve performed.
A thoroughbred national champion, vanishes from the face of the earth:
The owners of a legendary Irish race-horse punished, for the talent they unearthed.

In our post-modern, big-brother society, dominated by CCTV -
a little girl disappears on holiday, while her parents get something to eat.

All this monitoring and scrutinising is supposed to be our safety valve,
but the media attention’s too late and ‘security’ has let us down.
A fuss over a crisis, an image built on lies -
and we wonder why celebrities treat the media with despise.

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I hear it from someone each and every day,
Some say it loudly, others soft in their way.

It's a four letter word I am talking about,
Sometimes I myself, the word want to shout.

I know it gives pleasure to many who do,
It also causes rifts between men and women, too.

But the word is said there is no doubt,
It does no good, if you just want to pout.

Because the word comes from old and has passed down,
I know it's been spoken in every size of town.

People all over the world say it now,
And don't give a second thought of where or how.

They just use the word like some ethereal thing,
Others could make it one to use just for a fling.

There are thousands and thousands who go out each day,
And this four letter word is all they can say.

I have said it many a time,
But, I haven't spoken it yet, at least not in this rhyme.

I know that I will use it again,
Probably tomorrow will be the day when.

For I'm in league with others who say,
The four letter word...afternoons on Thursday.

Yes, we love to say the word,
I'm sure it is one, that you have all heard.

I've said it in the presence of Bobs, Joans, Phils, and a Rolf,
I'll say it to you...the word is GOLF!

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School is over and we're on top of the world,
Our futures ready to be unfurled,

Who knows where we'll be in twenty years;
Married and with successful careers?

Or deadbeats living on each other's floors,
There's just so many open doors!

But as one thing starts, another ends;
For fourteen years we've been best friends,

One summer more and we'll be dispersed,
But we're going to make some memories first,

These times will end before we know it,
So let's not waste a single minute!

I'm loving the rollercoaster ride,
As every day is spent outside,

And though it's sadly undeniable
That we are spontaneous and unreliable,

It only adds to the teenage thrill,
As all our wishes we rush to fulfill,

Staying out most every night,
Then dancing home at morning light,

Sleeping in most every day,
Sending waking hours into disarray,

Delighted smiles in impulsive filming,
Pure happiness captured as bonds are building,

And yet it's scary and sort of strange,
Not knowing how things are going to change,

But one thing's certain as round our necks
Our cherished friendship pendants rest,

As the dawn of a new era arrives,
We know we'll be friends for all our lives.

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Test Time

My blessed heart
Where shall I start

I thank my dear Lord
For being my mighty sword

For fighting these demons within
Who try to make me faulter or sin

I thank the Heavenly angels above
For bringing me someone new to love

I thank family and friends
For showing me how to fight till the end

I feel blessed for the air I breath
Even if it tends to make me sneeze

I feel blessed to watch my child grow
For she still loves the way I kiss her fingers and toes

So when I'm feeling so down and blue
I recant back to things of being so brand new

So thanks to others whom I pass on these blessings
For the Lord will alway's do his own testing

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A dog, unleashed, made its attack;
Its owner’s focus had gone slack.
I heard a canine yelp of pain;
Such agony it did contain.

The owner of the wounded hound
Scooped up her dog and held her ground.
She screamed in fury, loud and clear,
A tirade meant for all to hear.

She had a point; there is a law
That dogs need leashes. We all saw
The pet who’d charged was running loose;
The owner could have no excuse.

The irony’s what got to me,
For it was plain as it could be
That lack of leash caused to transpire
Unleashing of another’s ire.

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A Prayer for Haiti

I pray dear God to grant reprieve
To Haitian brother in dire need.
Spirit, instill a strength divine,
Transform his heart as loving Guide.
May healing hands inspire hope,
May grace and love our prayers provoke.
Raise Haiti’s head, with conqu’ring faith
You will prevail, you will prevail. Amen.

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Ticking Away

As the Clock keeps Ticking away
Ticking away without Delay
The People are Going in such a Hurry
Going so fast what is their Worry
As the Clock keeps Ticking away
and the Children continue to play
They are so Happy and so Carefree
Without any Worries they way it should be
As the Clock keeps Ticking away
Ticking ever so Loudly to my Dismay
Oh the people, if only they knew what to Fear
If only they knew Grave Danger is near
And at the Final Hour the people turn to the Clock
Suddenly....It Stops

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Celebrate Differences

There are so many people scattered all over this earth -
the numbers keep increasing, with every single birth.

Everyone is different, no two are alike –
we each have our own purpose – from the elderly to the tyke.

Heavy, thin, gay and straight – no one is the same.
Black, white, yellow, and pink – we each have a name.

Some of us will become well-known, and some will choose to stay hidden -
forcing everyone to be the same, should strictly be forbidden.

It takes all kinds to run this earth – all with different tasks.
When everyone stays true to themselves – only then may we take off the masks.

So my friends, be proud of who you are -
that is how the world will survive and the reason it has come this far.

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and wishing you were here

the socially inept have taken over

the worlds no longer ours

ageless proverbs all but lost

on floors of dirty cars

pulling the pieces off dusty shelves

and out of broken jars

aiming beyond an ailing moon

to lose ourselves in the stars 

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We all fall

You were down, I helped you up.
now you brought me down, and I can't get up.

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Celestine Vision

A critical mass, individuals in spirit unfold The longer now, for a more complete worldview hold A matter of energy, dynamic not material The struggle for power, manipulate, become imperial The message of the mystics, love conquers, violence ends Clearing the past, our connections for tomorrow sends Engaging the flow, with the synchronicity of others The interpersonal Ethic, with mother, father, sister and brother The emerging culture, as we focus on synchronistic growth Holding the vision, creating a new spiritual culture, we oath Extending prayer fields, the future vision, for you and me both " Extracted from The Celestine Prophecy "

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It's Your Choice, Not Mine

Certainly, to share is to love, as for love is to share
If truly, you share out of love, then you really care

Easy to understand, and it is not my own command
If, you do not wish to listen, then stop your pretend

Always be there for you, a loyal friend, real and true
Not here to sue you, but, to share with you, my stew

Indeed, you have been told, O, People of this World
Be steadfast and be bold, but still, you are very cold

Ok, you hate without pretend, you suffer till the end
Remember, the One, being sent, he died, for all men

It is your choice, not mine, with me, you will rejoice
If you heeded my voice, you’ll live, without remorse

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more of the same,
such a silly game.

endless repetition,
mind's automation.

life turns into a rut
when you risk not.

if you just follow,
you cannot grow.

the old is the past,
the new will not last.

change is the thing
or you are nothing.

life's secret is variety,
not robotic continuity.

be unpredictable, baby,
hey, come be like me!

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Tag Sharon Weimer "You are IT"

Sometimes in life it is so clear to see
My friend is as special as she can be

Things happen and we don’t know why
But for my special friend I would die

I started the (YF4L) club just for her
Sometimes I stutter but I never slur

My wife knows that Sharon is special as can be
They’re the only two who calm the beast in me

Be the first admit, I don’t always think right
I’m a true man of God with a Soldier’s plight

The “Man of God” part is all brand new
Sharon I have penned this poem for you

But it’s not just a poem, Sharon it is a tag
Pull yourself a name from the Poetry bag

And then tell that Poet how special they are
From the bag of Poets pull yourself out a star

This is a game that all of us poets used to play
Hopefully we can relight that flame today

Anyone but me Sharon you can write about
Just answer the “Tag” and let your love out

You know I've been here long enough to say.
"Back in the day" we used to play tag, i miss
it a lot - Rules are very simple, I write a poem
for Sharon and tag it. Sharon now can write a
poem to any other poet but me and tag it. Then
they do the same. Lets rock and roll, heart and
soul and see where it may lead. Tag Shar, your it.
Now this is a wide open game, anyone can pick
anyone they wish at any time. The object is to
keep the ball rolling. This used to be a very special
part of our site and I do hope we can relight that
Flame, God Bless you all, MJ

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From dust we came--when will we learn
That to dust again, we'll soon return? 
Rich and poor, master and slave--
All flesh lies equal, in the grave.

Bravado, boasting, arrogance--
Are but a sorry recompense
For the joys of life we push aside,
Just to maintain our macho pride.

Perfect looks of  face and form
Soon, will wither, from life's storm.
The only charm time can't control: 
Is the eternal beauty of the soul.

Wealth and power evaporate,
Upon our great departure date.
All our possessions--our very best,
Will, very soon, be repossessed.

In humbleness, I meekly state,
We're not the masters of our fate.
The great Creator, we must trust--
The One who formed us from the dust.

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Unique Horn

Carpe Diem, seize the day
Live by the rules of the game you play
The world is your oyster, enjoy the ride
When the going gets tough, look on the bright side
Silence is golden, take that to the bank
Put that in your pipe while smoke screens draw blank
Though money makes the world go round
Speak louder through actions than through sound
Empty vessels make the most noise
Best medicine, laughter, daily poise
Fool me once means shame on you
Shame on me, that’s fooled times two
Follow your heart, reach for the stars
Dreams come true, firefly jars
A bird in hand is worth two in a bush
When push comes to shove, shove comes to push
A stitch in time always saves nine
As luck still favors prepared minds
Fortune favors the brave at heart
Every ending once had a start
Live your life without regret
‘Tis better to forgive and to forget
We’re proned to get as hard as we give
Throw stones in the glass houses we live
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch
Two birds with one stone, that’s quite a catch
A rolling stone gathers no moss
Too many cooks spoil the broth
Just try again if you don’t succeed
And don’t believe everything you read
Make every experience educational
To think twice before speaking is critical
Let sleeping dogs lie I always say
Cause every dog will have his day
To be taught new tricks no matter the age
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Two heads they say is better than one
Violence isn’t always the key my son
Beggars can’t choose, that much we know
More haste less speed, no time to grow
When seams come undone, it’s cause for concern
We are what we are, we live what we learn

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If These Walls Could Talk

If these walls could talk they would say,
Why do you hurt me in this way?
If these walls could talk they would spiel
All the ways you've made me feel.
If these walls could talk, they would yell
All the reasons I couldn't tell.
If these walls could talk they would scream
All the ways you lowered my self-esteem.
If these walls could talk they would shout
All the reasons I needed to get out.
If these walls could talk they would say,
Why did people have to take us away?
If these walls could talk they would state
All the people I was made to hate!
If these walls could talk they would uncover
All the reasons I couldn't love her.
If these walls could talk they would say,
Why do you hurt me in this way?

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Crazy People (2005)

Your average norm
A crazy person is born
Psychotic jealously and a tendency to strike
Can’t these people take a hike?
I pray to God I don’t attract this kind
Trustworthy people are hard to find
I’m happy for what I’ve got
Crazy people are not my lot!

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So, Till We Meet Again

We have poems that make us really different from one another;
You already mastered the rhyme, whilst I‘m still trying to discover.

I have played several times, with this cute little haiku,
While you, deeply, longing to amaze its twin sibling senryu.

And yet, without doubt, we all meet everyday on this central stage,
Where you, un-selfishly, spreading yourself on this blank page.

While my complicated thoughts are being stocked in deep confusion, 
Because I am undecided yet, in what form I must uncover my passion.

For not only you, who suffer in this so-called un-poetic indigestion;
But indeed, happy are those who continue sharing their poetic vision.


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What if we are all in someone's dream
Reality non-existant, not as it seems
No plan, no God, no ruler supreme
Everything a vision of alternative theme

Envision all taught since young - misheard
Provision just wasted, Gods promise is absurd
Decision made - making history blurred
Derision, ridiculing His holy written word

Making, creating - it's all gone wrong
Society is impressionable - drifts along
Even though we speak different tongue
We understand in others dreams privacy belongs

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Creaking shadows, creeping over fettered floors
Shattered suspicion, silence cutting jagged scores
Preening portraits, conspicuously hung in full view
Callous hands, bleeding memories which do accrue

Adagio movements, nigh nocturnes of orchestrated harm
Prowling predators, facetious footsteps which do not alarm
Opulent treasures, gaily gleaming behind double doors
Pirated stars, surreptitiously swept off to foreign shores

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What is Life?

Life is full of sorrow,
As we always wonder about tomorrow.

Life is full of pain,
Unknowingly that we hurt the ones we love again and again.

Life is full of love,
Always wanting to reach to the stars above.

Life comes and goes,
Because of the decisions we chose.

Life is ending near,
Now is the time to face our fears.

Life is full of cries, 
As a life is taken away, we gaze into those skies.

However when life becomes brightened,
It's when someone comes into our life causing our life to be lightened.

They show us the way,
An escape out of this dark cold day.

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Curiosity killed the cosmos

Then came first light, the heavens begun
Inter stellar policemen patrolled the sun
Beseeching universal conformity
Harmonious peace treaties, uniformity
Paranormal delegates of astrology
Astronomical fusion, mythology
Breaching distant galactic borders
To restore misconceptions of order
Cosmopolitan senates hold candles
Of cosmic folklores and vandals 
Here confined we are assigned duties
Designed to marvel at Venus’ beauty
Is the star called earth just as bright?
As the goddess’ reflection each starry night
Do we simply pale in comparison
Do we sour the face of oblivion?
Do they mourn for stars falling from skies?
Or wish for contentment at others demise 
Do they value each yearning sensation?
Do they too dream of space exploration?
Do all beings look across galaxies?
Is over stepping boundaries a felony
Does everyone wish to learn more?
Is invasion considered an act of war?
Are they prepared to meet, do they have a speech
Like: “We mean you no harm. We come in peace”
Will I know their handshake before my doom?
Does Armageddon for everyone loom?
Will we be erased like solar eclipse?
Will our light be turned off from alien abyss?
Will knowing too little forever haunt
Till apocalypse comes and meteors daunt

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There inside of me is a deep yearning,
One that has been forever burning.

A yearning to belong and to be,
A desire to be accepted for me.

I am a wife but not for long,
As that dream is now forgone.

I am a sister, a friend, and someones lover,
Believe it or not I also used to be called "Mother".

I wake up everyday in so much pain,
Waiting for it to go away in vain.

I have dreams of being more,
But feel like this life is my penance to settle my score.

I have not always done what is right,
And for that, I now see the light.

Too little too late,
But my pain does not abate.

People always wonder why I have no self worth.
Maybe they should spend a day in my world.

I talk to people but see something in their face,
That just makes me think I am taking up space.

My kids were taken from me,
Yet people act like that is way it is supposed to be.

I can no longer eat very much,
But have not been able to lose much weight as such.

When I talk no one listens,
Nor do they see the tears that glisten.

My life, my very existance
Has come to nothing but a pittance.

I am who I am and nothing more.
Even though most days I am a great bore.

I work a job that I am not supposed to do,
Yet everyone says they have no clue.

Told everyday I am stupid and worth nothing more.
Am told that having 5 kids makes me a whore.

I love with all my heart and might,
I just want one chance at what is right.

I don't think I ask for a lot,
I just am tired of being treated like a robot.

I have needs, wants, and desires.
I just no longer want to be stuck in these mires.

I want no more than to be loved and respected.
Is it so wrong to want to be accepted?

I want the right to be.
I am

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Bedside Colloquy

“Never once doubt that my love will survive,
Blessing you always while you are alive.
When our hearts beat no more, love we will share.
All of eternity love will be there.”

So you would say to me, but you were wrong:
Love’s but a blossom frail or a brief song,
Withered the petals, the music off-key.
Sometimes I think that you never loved me!
Far from eternal, as poets have said,
Love disappears long before we are dead.
Pain rules your body now, anguish my brain.
I’ve loved you all my life.  Was it in vain?

“Can your love help me now?  Can your love cure?
Can it relieve the pain I must endure?
I’m in a prison; old age is my crime;
And, though I long for peace, death takes its time.
Yes, I remember that flowery speech
Made when recovery seemed within reach.
Hope now has dimmed for me; faith too is far.
Sometimes I doubt that God knows where we are!

“Still I do love you, child, and I do bless,
Even without a smile or a caress!
This final illness I’ve no control of --
It will be over soon -- never my love.”

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We come in orange and leave in blue
In-between there is a lot we go through
We learn about love and learn about hate
As we lose our faith to anticipate
We learn to take nothing for granted
As we fight the demon seed from being planted
We are nothing but a number in this place
This term 73168 fits my face
As you look at the C.O.s it's true but sad
All walks of life have good and bad
I look out my window towards the gun towers
Inside are little specks with forbidden powers
Its true prison has fences and walls
And it is ok to make telephone calls
But what its about is political rules
All the ones not taught in schools
It’s about your heart turning cold and your body turning hard
In order to hold your respect out in the yard
It’s about learning to suck up your balls
And handle your business out in the halls
It will teach you all about respect
And sadly enough about neglect
What prison is about is clear to see
It’s about people like you and people like me

I wish to dedicate this poem to Michael Torres
who was once a C.O. inside a Prison. 

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Teacher Beware

With a lover’s look, she gave a smile
No innocence upon this child
She knew for sure of her effect
As the teacher then had become…nervous

No need to be alone within the class
For rumors then would spread so fast
The teacher then would be out of luck
Because the pupil wanted to…cause trouble

Inspired by The Police song, Don’t Stand.

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Today I sang in church
Spoke of Jesus' rebirth
And how he died for me
To set my soul free
Free from condemnation of my sin 
The sin that came from within
Lust, jealousy, hate, and pain
Are the sins my body contains
though much more are left unsaid 
I know I am safe, for Jesus is no longer dead
He died for me, as well as you 
Though he was pure, he still came to
Came to die for millions, years aways 
Therefore, he is still here today 
Through the countless people all around
They are saved for Jesus they found
Continue to grow, as I do today
To know Jesus and grow in his way
Grow to be Jesus-like and always love
Speak to others about him from above
And how he's in your life right now
Explain to them exactly how
And bring them to Jesus as well
Live in his presence, live to tell.

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Private Session

As I sit here about to commit the most unforgiving sin of all
I close my eyes, take a breath and I think of your name to call

I ask for your forgiveness as I begin to pray
Eventhough I hear no words I know what you have to say

Our conversation became extremely emotional and I began to cry
I began to let out a lot of things I harbored deep inside

I pray that you protect the people I care about most of all
To give them the strength to stand up strong even when they fall

I then start to realize I have a lot of life to live
That there are still some people left that I have to forgive

Things I couldn't understand are very clear to me now
I would disappoint a lot of people if I were no longer around

You've helped me get rid of the pain and anger that once filled my heart
You've showed me that it's up to me to give my life a new start

I wiped away all my tears and decided to give my life another try
I can't believe I thought my only way out was to accept defeat and die

LORD, tonight I've learned a very valuable lesson
So thanks again for making time for another private session

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A Hearty Transformation

Hearty, fragile hearts so bold
Hearts of young, hearts of old
Hearts that breathe, hearts that think
Hearts that believe, hearts that sink
Hearts that see, hearts unkind
Hearts that feel, love that’s blind
Hearts that live, hearts left open
Hearts that die, hearts left broken
Hearts that weep, seeking peace
Hearts that race, hearts that cease
Hearts that bleed, hearts that felt
Hearts of steel and ice that melt
Hearts of stone and hearts of coal
Hearts of copper, hearts of gold
Hearts that ache, filled with pain
Hearts out singing in the rain
Hearts that fly, hearts that soar
Hearts that smile, hearts that’s sore
Hearts of home, hearts of hope
Hearts that struggle, hearts that cope
Hearts that share parts unknown
Hearts stripped bare, down to the bone
Hearts out loud, hearts discreet
Hearts that jump or skip a beat
Hearts that try, hearts that cry
Hearts that define all mankind
Hearts that stop, hearts that stare
Hearts that throb, hearts that care
Hearts that sob, hearts of prayer
Hearts of humans everywhere
Hearts of mind, flesh and soul
Hearts transform to make us whole

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Losing Alzheimers

It's this feeling I carry in the back of my soul
always feeling it there though I don't often show
that your voice is my voice and I long for your eyes
to light up, set to twinkle, unburden my skies
I miss you as someone to never be missed
I miss you like words on unlistable lists
Too grand to call mountains, too young too call old
I miss you like summer to winter's unfold
It's this feeling I carry, kaleidoscope see
I carry you with me.  Do you carry me?
Through eyes with no twinkle and tongues with no words
do you hear me still? or has silence occurred?
I know you as someone I'll just always know
I know you regardless of words spoken, so
in this sad revelation I offer you still
that I feel you now with me and I always will.

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Jimmy in a jar (2001)

Jimmy lives in a jar,
Watched over by his every move so he can’t go far.
No freedom to roam,
Every action is condemned,
Even in his own home.
But one day, he runs and the jar begins to shake,
He screams so loud,
The jar finally brakes.
Freedom at last for the long waiting kid.
And just as he flees on goes the lid.
He falls to his knees and wishes to the star,
He wishes he was not Jimmy in a jar.

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Workingman's Power

I do not care making a living donning a dirty coverall
if it earns me more trips to the mall.

Whether it's newly minted or has changed hands many times,
a dime will still be worth a dime.

I am not impressed by people owning university degrees
because hey, I, not them, am the one making hay.

I do not mind if they get a thrill out of their academic rank
for I am the one laughing all the way to the bank!

Intellectual superiority? snobbery really and vastly overrated!
if it leads not to financial security it is all in their head.

Listen, I have met too many folks armed with some fancy PhD
who hold lousy, nine-to-five jobs that do not pay.

They find themselves regularly appearing on prime time TV
that, funny, does not make them any richer than me!

Like peacocks strutting as if life revolves around the academe,
they forget their monetary situation is shaky and dim.

What they see as power is nothing but worthless paper pushing,
no ifs and buts, one's worth is gauged through his earnings.

Eggheads, they sure know every answer to all kinds of crisis
except the true state of their sorry personal finances!

At the end of the day life is, yeah, truly all about money,
if you ain't got it, I am so sorry for you, baby.

Power lives in this hardworking, flesh-and-blood workingman,
not the head-in-the-clouds moron badly in need of a tan!

I do not care making a living donning a dirty coverall
if it earns me more trips to the mall.

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If You Were He

He is not you
You are not he

But if he were you
He’d be with me

But if you were he
In love with you I would be.

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the Virtual Gardener

  It's esthetic yet pathetic,
from the garden 
in her brain,
Which she never,ever
she keeps waiting
for the rain,
of affection and protection
from a shiny armored knight,
so her garden all has 
in the burning

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History With Humor

History With Humor

Clerihew might follow you.
And bring names fame without adieu.
Whether views from ancient times
Or in the news as modern lines
Famous people must beware.
Paparazzi roam everywhere.
Private lives are set on hold.
When fame has molded lives of gold.
Clerihew poets write words down.
Famous people in humor are found.
Unfolding historical laughter.
And snickers happily ever after.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010

Poetic form: Couplets
Inspired to help myself remember the various short poems forms.
Personal Goal:  Write 20 short poems per day.  Practice, practice, practice...

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Melting Man

   Go outside
and hide your tail,
your mandibles,
your slimy trail !

 Try to fit in if you can!
You have to be a melting man.

  Melt right in,
go with the flow.

Just don't let the others know,
that you're different,
or you'll cry...............

when everybody says....


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Spiraling Thoughts

So many thoughts in my mind,
only my Spirit can find 

My soul is running a race,
I think I'm traveling in time

Our people dying so fast,
It seems nobody can last

How can the mourners rejoice,
if they're a sound with no voice

I hope to be a true light,
and only live for what's right

So all the people can see,
the way a leader should be

The only purpose of man,
is love and govern the land

But people love to go sin,
and do it over again

Until they look at the end,
and see there's no way to win.

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Last gasp

Conjoined at the brain, bound at the hip
Two halves of one heart as we skip a beat
Inhale and exhale, though happy or sad
Reliving content days we never had
Roots planted firmly in gail force winds
Not breaking, but bent by futile beginnings 
Crooked, but growing from much needed rain
One sided, outranking the undeserved pain
Screaming and shouting, silently led astray
Deafening whispers while breath wastes away
Struggling for air amidst hurricane wrath
The end is in sight, we’ve chosen our path
Compassion while hoping that mercy is shown
Air lifted when sand or snowstorms blow
A vacuum absorbing ill fated defeat
Bloated paranoia swept from its feet
Balloon shaped, soaring on wings with a song
Two wind chimes hitching a ride all along
Winds of change will sing of a tale
Of a sail filled with wind or a wind filled sail
That brought to shore a limitless supply
Of peace and wisdom and undying pride

Floating on loveboats brought in by the tide

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Broken Crutch

Another soul has been set free
Trying to be all it can be

Which in reality isn't much
Another cripple on a broken crutch

Slowly trying to make his way
Through the trials of another day

Through my pen energy is spent
As I try to circumvent

I search for ways to relate
I was once so full of hate

I hated God for taking my mother
The fact I was the forgotten brother

I hated the poverty I grew up in
Then I truly learned of hatred in the pen

I rose to the top of the hatred pool
Took pride in being a home-boy fool

Just as a mother pulls her baby to her breast
I blasted my hatred all over my chest

I took love and hate placed them on a scale
I weighed out heaven and weighed out hell

I suddenly became overwhelmed with shame
As I realized that I had gone insane

For it became clear as clear could be
The only thing I truly hated was me

The last time I walked out the prison gate
I stopped and shook off all my hate

Praise God and the power from above
My heart and soul were filled with love

I came home and started to rebuild my life
Was taught how to love by my loving wife

I learned to love my neighbors regardless of creed
Offer my assistance to anyone in need

If your battling hatred heed what I say
It's a hell of a price for a soul to pay

Take your hatred and go to the mirror
Ask of the Lord, "Help me see clearer"

For hatred is just like any other sin
It's not external it's born with - in

You will discover a joy like no other
As you learn to love yourself then your brother

Another soul has been set free
I'm trying to be all I can be

Which in reality isn't much
Another cripple on a broken crutch

This poem is dedicated to Milton Hemsted who
carried himself in such a way that in the most racial
of environments I found myself with no choice but
to love and respect that man. He broke down my racial
barriers and taught me to love my Lord, myself and my
neighbor. I hope someday we will get to meet again
as free men. Love & respects Milton.
I apologize if I have offended anyone and for the 
man I once was. God bless

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Your Girl

Do you know who you want?
You should know.
A simple girl can do as much as 
Downsize your dreams, or make them grow.
She can lift you to great success.
She should always give you her best.
Your girl can make you weak, or make you strong,
Make you unwanted, or make you belong.
Through laughs and tears, you are her world.
She will always be on your side.
So, I'm asking, please, find your girl.

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Butterfly Bones are Lighter, They Say...

Flow with me gently or flutter on by
Your butterfly tears stain green your blue eyes
In rivers and inlets or far away streams
your tears follow currents in search of your dreams
The butterfly swimmers with wings blue and gold
refuse to taste nectar that's any less bold
than you are in flight dipping through night
an eclectical sight, your reflection so tight
in your very own eyes shines bright from the tears
They strengthen your ties and lengthen your years
The spread of your wings cast shadows warm blue
to all that you love, and all who love you...

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Releasing, Refrain

Simply unsung or tremendous in voice
wrapped around freedom and packaged in choice
All of your actions stiff counted on chains
hung rigid in metal and held in refrain
Just like the keys on the jailer of old
tempting and rusted on one ring of gold
Penitent prisoners in songs of release
Jailer's legs up on the table in ease
You hold the keys to this infinite fire
which burns through the chords of every desire
and snaps up to lick at the base of your heart
a whistling of tragedy 'bout to depart
You can ignore all the noise in the cell
singing each song you know perfectly well
or you can reach down to your skeleton keys
and unlock the voices to let them fly free.

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Don't Come Back

By the fireside in the evening
,with my darling warm and true
hear the wicked wind ablowing
can it be he knows of you?

Wrapped in furs 
from hunting seasons
in the past  here in these hills,
I remember blue eyes glinting
as he focused on his kills

terror traces every heartbeat 
when I ponder on your fate
how the human heart can
quickly turn from glowing 
love to hate.

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Salute of Gratitude

Dictators roamed the earth, enforced the hand of justice blinded
And tipped the scales on youths defending lives of those like minded
Tenaciously with tooth and nail they’d claw instinctively
But barely scratched the surface of surviving through this tyranny
With senses slaughtered, presently, a mystery marred in grey
Darkness reared its head and scarred our history in dismay
The souls of fallen comrades, stories untold, turning, grave
Aimless restlessness in crypts where fortune favors brave
Muddy pastures fertilized with dormant incompliance
Heroes recognized in red and green fields of alliance
And innocence ignited soar beyond the barricades
Rebirth, growth and healing on a spiritual crusade
On the path towards the open doors of possibility
Fluorescent understandings speaking truth and seeks serenity
Respect in combat, courage serves a cause so incandescent
Suppressing the oppressors with unheeded prayer’s confession
Pay homage to tin monuments, but don’t proceed to follow
Bear testament to tears of fire brought on by Apollo
Baron skies once filled with fire sparks of mass destruction
Replaced with fireflies and works, displaying reconstruction
Burning hopes and drowning sorrows, ember echoed temperance
Salutations, floating reefs and candles of remembrance
Purple hearts and silver stars for dear departed soldiers
Hollowed gunshots, flags and trumpets honoring our boldest

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As dreams pass by, while the child does sleep
I quickly walk past and dare not make a peep.
With sack on my shoulder, packed with new things
No one will know what tomorrow morning brings.
The look on their faces when they rub their eyes
Will confirm my completion, one big surprise.

As dawn approaches and darkness fades away
I hurry through the job, for fearing the day.
If I get caught by any one person, at any time
They’d call 9-1-1 and I’d pay for the crime.
For this thief in the night is around while you sleep.
No, I’m not Santa Claus; I’m just a big creep.

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Let's Start Today

Let's bring into this world peace
So all these wars and violence can cease
Let's stop all this hatred
And give the poor and homeless a piece of bread
Let's start by changing us all and right from inside
And letting God be your guide
There's so much we need to change
Even if it looks and sounds strange
We can all start sometime and somewhere
By showing in everything that we do, that we care

Let's be careful in the manner that we speak
Let's be strong and not weak
Let's show this world, that we still stand strong and tall
Let's unite together with courage and tear down every single wall
Let's bring into this world of ours much more love and peace
So a lot of this vicious circle of strife and pain can one day cease
Let's start today and let's do it right from the place in which we live
Let's always be respectful of our neighbors and our fellow man
Let's give the best of ourselves everyday and all the time that we can.
Let's stop this madness and get rid of all these illegal drugs today
They can destroy everything that you have and will kill you too
Make a vow to bring God into your life every single day
And make Him part of everything that you do.
Believe that your life will be more productive and blessed
When you put Him first in every thing
That you set your mind to do when you bring
Him closer and right inside your heart
And from you He shall never depart
So start by doing this and much more
Let's answer the call and open the door
Let's be watchful of everything that we do and say
And let's be thankful and pray to God everyday!

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


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I don't have all the answers, i don't even have a clue
But, i'm not ignorant, i just know the truth
I am the silent one, I don't care  what others think
I know what's on your mind, i know how you think

People misconstrue me, and they think i'm the fool
But, i'm the one they'd least expect, because i'm not as cool.
I can mingle with the crowds, charisma's my game
I can get inside your mind, and you all are the same

I can listen to others, they confide in me in every way
But, truth be known, I really don't care, but all the same I stay.
Your problems mean nothing to me
And I know you think that's mean

You may think me to be two-faced, a deciver in discise
But understand, i'm not the one ruinning lives.
You think me to have no morals, no values or principles.
But understand, all these I have, and my deeds are honorable

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The Reason We Are There

As I knelt down beside the dying man,
I took hold of his bloody and trembling hand.

So far from home this lad had come to suffer and die,
And I couldn’t help but ask the question why!

To give freedom and liberty to a people who just cannot comprehend,
The reason we are here is to protect and defend.

All of their lives, dictatorship is all these people have ever known,
A nation with no will, and jelly for a backbone.

I don’t mean that they are cowards it’s just that they have never tasted of the wonders of freedom,
Or know of the values from whence it comes from.

Freedom doesn’t mean that you can always do what you want or desire,
But working together in harmony to reach a solution that’s best for all to transpire.

Being able to make choices is why this young man came so far from home to suffer and die,
It was his choice, his belief, and he felt his obligation is why.

To let someone else have a taste of what he relished is what brought him this way,
It’s the American way to help others is all I’m trying to say.

When you have something you know is good, it makes you feel good to share,
I just wish others would realize we’re not there to hurt them, we’re there cause we care.

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I've been transformed by willingness, and a desire 
to move forward without keeping sad things in mind.

Confident to smile with surprise and allowing love to flow in;
faces don't avoid my glances that were unfriendly and sullen.  

Something that happens unexpectadly can give someone an unusual thrill; 
I distrusted people who were different from me...having no character, no will.   

Followed by my shadow, fear captured me to create unnecessary fright;
my room became my habitat and escape from a society claiming their plight.

With no friends to meet at cafes and local restaurants, I closed my windows,
prohibiting a glint of sunshine...assuming it wasn't meant for me, but for others. 

Glued to a wide screen, watching documentaries of tragedies and unaviodable fates;
empathizing with them, and yet convinced that I shouldn't have been grabbing at straws. 

Hackneyed words came out of my mouth, a habitue' of negative and dubitable thoughts;
and filled with their drudgery,I stopped listening to positive folks, thus, doubling my loads.

How can one be transformed by willingness? Discard the habits that amount to nothing; 
find the source of your uselessness, and be inspired by all who have achieved their goal.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
His lonely heart only knows to survive.

He stands on the corners and begs on the street.
A small dingy can filled with change at his feet.

Some people say he is just simply lazy.
Others have said he is brooding or crazy.

I've heard people scream to him - Go get a job!
I've seen people throw things and laugh - What a slob!

I shake my head and my eyes fill with tears.
I wonder what happened in his younger years?

I can't help but picture this man as a child.
Did his Mom or Dad hit him, or just let him run wild?

What gives people the right to stand there and judge?
It could have been them standing knee-deep in sludge.

It may have been alcohol, depression or war.
How can anyone know why his life went ajar?

I don't know either, but still there he stands.
With the shirt on his back and guitar in his hands.

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Creativity 101

"I have nothing but respect for him, I will always love him," she professes.
"She is a special part of my life," not to be outdone, he readily confesses.

 Rushing out of the courtroom choreographing their prepared discourse,
 They show to the world their deep love and affection, through a divorce!

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I walk too fast on these busy sidewalks under the towering, illuminated skyscrapers,
any tourist or visitor notices the pace of my footsteps...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.

I talk with a northern accent so clear and distinguishable; and instantly anyone
who's visiting this wonderful city, recognizes it...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.

I wear the latest designer's clothes that define the image and ego of my masculinity;
it's so chic to sport the new trends and be admired...that's so distinctively Newyorkese..

I'm an avid fan of the Yankees, and at City Fields I watch my heroes passionately play;
I jump from my seat, when a player hits a home-run...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.

I find my spot on the Great lawns in Central Park, to hear a summer concert or opera;
with eyes focused on the stage, enjoying the moment ...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.

I ride over the Brooklyn bridge, when the water below glimmers, and the lights above shine;
a magnificent view, I'm privileged and glad to live here...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.

From the high sea, I can see the Statue of Liberty...the Green Lady holding the heavy torch;
at Ellis Island, she welcomes everyone and smiles, and that's so distinctively Newyorkese.   

Going to a familiar cafe along Fifth Avenue, to chat with old friends and drink cappuccino;
tourists kindly ask me to take their photo, I smile...that's so distinctively Newyorkese.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Words Of Love

O gee, hate…love…hate…love…hate.
Why do other people have to debate!?

The words of love, we shall now give;
These we have once…twice, received.

It brings peace and light to their spirit;
Of those who are in hungry need, of it.

It gives strength and hope to their life;
Of those who have nothing…but strife.

The words of love, we shall now give;
These we have once…twice, received.

O gee, hate…love…hate…love…hate.
Why do other people have to debate!?

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Eerie, Beery Night

After one too many beers, in the wee hours of the night,
I whizzed around town in my motorbike, feeling light;

     I zoomed into a dark side street and who or what did I meet
     but potholes, like drunk hobos, recklessly crossing the street!

I ran over some of them, they fought back and  muddied me,
made me swerve and splash into murky puddles I couldn't see.

     I stopped to catch my breath on the black deserted highway
     by my bike, the only one that stood by me, I should say;

but nastier than potholes, the asphalt was a different case,
it leaped and stood bolt upright and slammed hard against my face;

     In a split-second eternity, I swam the eerie border
     of the real and the unreal,  this beery night to remember !

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Some kind of creation,
Dooming us to damnation.
Try with all our might,
To win the fight,
With these hellish beasts,
Choosing us as their feasts.
One by one we go,
As the drag us below.
"Come on Sam"
Then 'Bam'!
They try to break in
And hit me in the chin.
Chromosome twenty four
Will make me hardcore.
I try to resist,
At this she insists.
I know you,
You'll be one of the few.

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The War

This war has raged for many a year
Mothers & Fathers shed oceans of tears
It’s fought here at home and on foreign soil
I’m not talking about terrorist or oil
Fought from home to home and coast to coast
There are no boundaries when addiction is the host
I remember once a lifetime ago
I advocated this war with my soul
Then I devoted my mind and took a stand
Looked up at my Lord then kissed his hand
Up until that moment the day was dark as hell
For when the Lord saved me it was in my cell
There is a fact that I can’t hide
I became a traitor and traded sides
Now days I travel from jail to jail
Donate my books to the poor souls in hell
Telling them all “Please believe what I say”
“Our Lord can make this all go away”
I am a living example for the world to see
Just look at the changes the Lord made in me
Some kid said, “Boy this one got way to spun”
Homeboy pulled him aside and said, “That’s Jughead son”
Then they ask their questions and I answered my best
Told them “Take what you need and leave the rest”
I hugged my homeboy with eyes full of tears
He just caught an L with 37 years
At our age I reckon he’ll die in the pen
Someday I hope to see him again
Him and I were as close as any two brothers
I stopped by his house to consol his mother
To the mothers and fathers please never lose hope
Our Lords more powerful than all that dope
To the addicts I say, “Just look at me”
Living simple, honest, loving and free
At the end of the road my castle awaits
Provided I earn my way through the gate

   Authors note: I would like to dedicate this poem to all of the mothers, Fathers, Brothers and Sisters of addicts 
and or convicts in prison. To all the addicts I urge you to consider what your lifestyle is doing to the ones you 
   A special dedication I wish to make to Mary Duhart. Mary my heart is with you always

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Spatial Disorientation

Sent in a vision, to aerial views
You send me thus, burnt into the blue
in a panic of upside, of right side, of down
You palpitate ozones and spin me around
The land is a span to be pierced, flying higher
The sky is my foothold to walk undesired
while all of my instruments tell me I'm wrong
I hold off on turning a little too long
An angle of nose diving into the sea
when all of my feelings communicate me
and the world as I know it lights up in a flash
when "up" becomes "down" in a serpentine crash...

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Snow Angel

You’re soulfully heated in Winter surroundings
While ages of ice aches in Summer compounds me
Transparence in vain, entombed and trapped
Archeological finds and mysteries cracked
Shattered to stardust while ice crystals blow
Symbolizing the melting of wings in the snow
To cover an angel with blankets of love
Cool to my touch, smothered from above
Peacefully sleeping in dreamfields enchanted
Cursing the one wish remaining ungranted
Opposite ends of the wishpool remain
Seasonal pilgrimage starts up again
Ripples in dreampools of sleep destroy much
Yearning to freeze this image, to touch
Over and over leaves me flabbergasted
Eternally grateful I smiled while it lasted

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Last Wish

To sift is my endeavor, lest I fail
to bring to harmony and to avail
the roads I've traveled on to sweet commune
the sun to blow a kiss to reach the moon
the trees to rain down water from their leaves
to end the parching season of the seas
where salt in rings has settled sugar white
and mad mirages flood the settled sight
To sift my thoughts, I'm sure you will agree
is of the utmost pertinence to me
To wrap the package up in memories
and gently set their sail upon the seas.

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My Sister's Complaint

As I sit and watch the seasons change
Through my dirty window pane
I think how my life is so boring
The dog is barking and my husband is snoring
My son bounces around like a jumping bean
He's the most hyper kid I've ever seen
If I had wings, I'd fly away
Even if for only a day
I'd soar through the air so free and light
Then go to a casino and play the slots all night
But it does no good to wish or complain
Guess I'll just go wash that  damn window pane

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This man of mine, never one so divine, 
He has touched my heart so many times 

Just being with him makes me feel complete, 
I enjoy him very much, he is so sweet.

How could I have found him? 
Where did he come from? 

To have found this man who found me, 
Is it a part of a divine plea?

This man of mine so strong, so true
Who loves me in ways I have never knew

He is caring and giving so gentle so endearing
These words I am speaking are not even completing

I love him so, this man of mine
My heart is his, my life entwined

Together with Gods special touch
Bring us happiness hope and trust.

Written by,

Diana Jackson

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We Can!

Our country needs to return to its roots and rekindle old flames,
Grab on to those old values and uphold those sacred names.

If our founding fathers could see the moral decline we have allowed to take place,
They would call us traitors and a land that has fallen from grace.

Our values have declined so that we allow any and all evil to delegate their will,
I for one am sick of it and totally have had my fill.

Christians we are the majority, yet we let the minority dictate to us the way it will be,
Then if this is truly a democracy then it’s time we say enough and let the world see.

Let’s put back into play what has made America the greatest country ever known,
And pray to God that He will forgive us and let His mercies be shown.

We must quickly turn from this path that leads to destruction and ruin,
And set our eyes on the prize and realize the things we are doing.

Our young ones are growing up in a society that has become numb to the truth,
We are to blame for allowing this to happen and it’s wrong and uncouth.

Gay marriages, abortions, when and where will it end?
We have gotten off course and one day God’s wrath, He will send.

Search your heart, search your soul and you will know these words speak true,
This is our country and our children and we are responsible for the things we do.

I love the Lord, I love this country and I pray for my fellow man,
And I know Americans can make it right, I know they can!

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Man Gods

they caught that nasty varmint, that killed old sheriff Beck;
And by the time we're done with him, he'll be hanging from the neck.

Send them to the guillotine and watch their heads roll off the block;
An aristocrat is less than human, so to kill them is no shock.

Fry them in the chair, they don't deserve to live;
So everyone will understand, you get back what you give.

Drop a little pellet, then watch them fight for air;
It's a perfect way to end their lives, they are people who don't care.

Let's give him an injection; it's lethal and it's fast;
Before you have a chance to look, it's over and he's passed.

You know he's just an animal, who committed genocide;
And hanging was a perfect way, for a man like him to die.

The beast was very dangerous, he mauled his trainer half to death;
You know that we should kill him; it's the only answer left.

Kill them all I say; God will sort them out;
Those red skins are just heathens, with their whooping and their shouts.

I don't believe we are judgmental and most of us agree;
If everybody says its right, it must be right you see.

You say we shouldn't kill them, I say the punishment befits the crime;
So go ahead and waste your breath, after all you paid your dime.

God bless the little children and make this country strong;
And bless the places just like us, who want to get along.

We all must do our gardening, get rid of all the weeds;
The only way is kill them all, wouldn't you agree?

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Memory Necklace

String me a necklace, a lunar eclipse
of shadows, of baubles, of eternal bliss
Memory make me in frozen star dust
and roll out the heavens just like we discussed
You are my anchor in times of distress
my haven, my shoulder, my afternoon kiss
You salve my wounds with a quiet decree
and string me a necklace with gifts from the sea
Opposite shores pushing waves to and fro
in the moonlight we met, in our liquid we flow
With a braiding of star dust we necklace the moon
so she's dressed to the hilt of the luna de lune
We are the music of husband and wife
Trailing our memories behind us in life
You decorate me with love from the sea
You are my passion, eternally.

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Our English Doll

A girl so picturesque, so very sweet
A heart so tender, to know it is a treat.

We are here to catch you when you fall
To pick you up and mend you, doll.

All you are we shall defend
For you are quite a cherished friend. 

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Sense of Tumor

the neighborhood is stirred 
     as if by a fiery furor
everyone trembles, gasps 
     with horrid horror

as, at last, he catches and cuts 
     the culprit tumor
long ailing him with tingling, 
     painful tremor

fatal to him now to commit 
     the slightest error
when all he really needs is just 
     a sense of humor.

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A Beacon

Life is short and fragile 
It’ll only last for awhile

I know, and you know
Who does not know?

Okay, raise your hand
It is now time to mend 

Yes, we will all be gone 
Soon, His will, be done

Like it or not, it has end
By a touch, of His hand

Like a fleeting shadow
Of today and tomorrow

So, why waste the time? 
In this nonsense rhyme

Of life, pursuing earthly
Things, which isn’t holy

Have you not reflected?
The joy of being elected 
Truth is given, unto you 
O, strive hard to be true 

Bear to carry your cross
For you, not to get lost

To the heaven’s throne
I want you, to be, home

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I’m getting fatter and fatter with each passing day,
And my chest looks like breasts perhaps a child might say,
But when I think of the people that cannot eat at all,
Who cannot work from trouble and the pain of life’s falls,
Then I tell you in an instant, I am thankful for every roll,
Cause it speaks to my privilege from much of life’s toll,
And though my bills are unpaid,
And my cat needs a cage,
As he stains up my carpet with the rage of an age,
And though my daughter’s converting,
To be a Catholic sage,
What me worry? I tell you! 
For I bask in God’s glory,
And the rolls on my belly,
Like Santa Cluase Jelly,
Have me rolling in laughter,
Like a jolly old pastor,
So if disaster strikes you, like it has sometimes struck me,
And you are not so pretty or handsome to see,
Rejoice, I tell you in the fat and all that,
Cause at least you’re in the game and you’re up to bat,
And don’t think that tomorrow I won’t try to walk this off,
This cellulite that causes people to scoff,
But in the end my God loves me and that is enough,
That trumps being fat and all life’s little stuff,
That trumps being saddened by the ways of an age,
Cause hey, who knows at the turn of life’s page,
I’ll be back to 180 and benching 300,
And until then I’ll smile and rub on this tire,
I’ll run and perspire, and run and perspire,
And when it’s over, it’s over, and with an ado,
I’ll go home to the Lord and so will you!

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Veils of Illusion

Truth is blinded by veils,
the world is governed by males

The blacks are packed big jails,
my brothers living in cells

I feel I'm living in Hell,
cause there's no freedom or bail

The only way to have peace,
is through God's love or deceased

It makes you hate to be poor,
cause all the wealthy ignore

The veil has blinded their eyes,
to all the hurting outside

But I will fight for the peace,
that God created for man 

Until my soul is released,
and body turns into sand.

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United into eternity
Yet crucified with Christ

Raised to a new life
A citizen of the King

Living here on this earth
God with us,three in one

Sanctified and forgiven
By sacrifice..of  the  Son

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Little Conversations

A running conversation stood catching it's breath
on the hill of decision, on the day of it's death
In an effort to stop the inevitable flow
of the moon in it's belly on a mission to grow
It stepped to the edge of the hill and transpired
with verbiage gone ancient and aching for fire
It stood up on tiptoes and opened it's mouth
to let the sun in, or to let the moon out
This running conversation was made up of air
and moods of the moment and bent silver hair
which reflected the sun in an effort to stir
all the things that it loved while he motioned to her
It took a look down to the Pool of Dissolve
and felt the earth shimmer within it's revolve
In an effort to keep conversation alive
it trampolined toes into a swan dive.

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Personal Vendettas

Don’t be afraid of people who against you have personal vendettas.
This only means that you’ve proven to them that you are better.

wrote 3-4-10

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Broken To Pieces

Broken to pieces, I wept bitterly 
for my Savior and my deliverer to set me free; 

from the curses of His people spoken and set,
to cause much hurt and harm without any regret. 

But I found comfort in knowing that I was not alone.
I wasn't the only person to whom curses were sown.

For there's someone who is much greater than I,
who did not have to, but chose to die;

To redeem you and I from the curses of sin, 
and put our lives back together again.

Every time we take communion and break the bread of life,
I am reminded of how He too was broken and sacrificed.

So I now rejoice in being broken to pieces and delivered from despair;
For if I were never broken, then there would be none of me to share! 

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Harvard Night Introspect (Walls Vs. Bridges)

Harvard, at night - You still sit on the lawn
with the weight of both structures alive in your arms
Rachmaninoff's tears turning black at your hips
The counting of friends on your five finger tips

Sawdust and poetry, building the wall
A thousand feet wide, a thousand feet tall
Running for life times, for miles, a span
built in your introspect, with your own hands

Frailty and friendships locked into the bridge
Braided in steel as you reach and you give
High above mountains and high above land
all this entwined with the stretch of your hands

Still in the dark, on the lawn, as you see
a friend walking toward you, no shoes, and it's me
I'm a reminder of one bridge you've built
This effort the same as brick walls made of guilt

We span interlocked over oceans for miles
Stronger in steel when we reach during trials
Bent but not breaking, leaning but locked
Bolted in faith made of granite like rock

You are a thinker, musician, a muse
knowing that bridges or walls you must choose
Harvard night introspect, weighting the skies
burning Rachmaninoff tears in your eyes

In an instant you build the bridge, swallow the land
as you rise to your feet you hold onto my hand...

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Another Tacky Break-Up

"I like you, but not like you think that I do
So let's just be friends - is that all right with you?
And please give me back all the gifts that I gave
and by any chance, did all of the wrapping you save?
Cause, now that we're "friends", I'm sure you'll agree
I should regift them all for my new love to see.
She's awfully picky, so please don't you bring
all the words that I said when I gave you that ring-
I was drunk.  I was sick.  I was on my death bed
and quite nearly insane, if not out of my head
So please just get lost, and I don't mean that mean,
but my new love is sure to arrive on the scene
So just send back the gifts, (you don't mind the expense)
It's the least you could do - for one of your friends..."

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Driving along in my new automobile
Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel
Ninety miles an hour, smile on my face
Today I'm in love with the whole human race
The cop who wrote me the speeding ticket!!!

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A Thought

She cons.
She cons the con artists.
She lies.
She lies in his arms.
She steals.
She steals his heart.
She fights.
She fights herself when he's not there.

He gets angry.
He gets angry with how he world is.
He cuts.
He cuts away all her unwanted strings.
He disregards.
He disregards it when they say she's too good for him.
He doesn't trust.
He doesn't trust anybody but her.

They overcome.
They overcome hardships for each other.
They escape.
They escape to uncharted corners of the mind.
They reveal.
They reveal themselves as well as so much more.
They read. 
They read he book of life and understand together.
They know.
They know they love each other...
Or is it all just a thought?

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Satisfaction in an Afternoon

Just as much as the paper oaks layer 
and fall back on shuffling feet 
to crisp up the air of the grayest of days 
leaving the feeling of winter complete 
this is how much I am yearning for you 
stringing my nights with burnt fire flies 
completing my breathing with thoughts of your own 
blown transient and electrified 
Wrapping this scarf of desire much tighter 
knotting the noose in my stride 
Shuffling my feet without purpose or fire 
miserable winter inside 
Stingy of skin to the chill in the air 
Hear you at every turn 
Paper oaks wanting a reason to blow 
their leaves off this infinite yearn.  

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Could This Be Eden

Across the great river so deep and wide, 
With treacherous cliffs on either side.

The journey is perilous with many dangers along the way,
Fierce and deadly animals and snakes that lay in wait for unsuspecting prey.

Should you make it through all this you will find the hidden key,
An ancient tribe of people that time had forgotten and that live in a tree.

Some how unknown they speak our language quite well,
And I know what you’re thinking and no they do not have a tail.

They are short in stature and are covered with an abundance of hair,
They are also quite generous with their possessions and are eager to share.

When you look in their faces’ it’s like they wear a permanent smile,
And their eyes actually twinkle as they invite you to stay for awhile.

Not one modern thing do these friendly little people own,
Just gentleness and kindness, and presented the way it is supposed to be shown.

Well I just had to tell of this place but I cannot tell where,
For I would hate to see corruption and greed enter into their lives out there.

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  Floodgates flow with poets pain
reading them is such a strain
it makes one want to find a cure
how much can their hearts endure?
    yet to know they have a place
to say it all and bare their face
if they but knew how much God cares
they'd speak their poems in their  prayers.

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Time Fighting

I used to think that you were my soul mate. 
I thought that  I had known that since our first date.
I used to feel special and loved, just like a queen.
We never fought , never had a word or thought that was mean.
I took for granted you thought I could do no wrong.
Daydreaming to the radio whenever I hear a romantic song.
Fantasizing that it was you, I just read about in that sultry book.
Knowing that backwards was never a directional option for us to look.
Crying as you slipped onto my finger the most beautiful ring,
Anxiously waiting to see what tomorrow may bring.
Brought us to a life-altering decision and a night full of fun.
Nine months later, it brought us our amazing son.
As time has gone by, it has brought us some difficult times,
Some sweet as chocolate, others, sour like limes.
Bonding us together as a family, sticking together like glue,
Pulling our selves above the nasty, drowning slew.
As the times have gone by, I have started think,
"How long has it been since either has given a wink?"
Realizing that we are no longer the people we used to be,
My eyes are focusing on the real you that I am beginning to see.
Feeling obligated to do as you say, for I don't want be lonely or scared.
Resisting to the ideal of fighting back, as to the temptation of being dared.
You are not the only one that has changed for better or worse, over the years.
For, I have become more aware, gracefully wiping away my unheard tears.
I am not going to pretend anymore, I know that I am not perfect to you
Nor, you are to me. I've tried to change us both till my face has turned blue.
Exhausted from the challenges that we make each other face.
I still want to know that you love me and that I will always have a place.
However, if things can't change and everything is still my fault,
Then, don't even bother, without my combination, you will never open my vault.
Doors will be closing, as new ones open, hopefully not courtrooms, for instance.
If that is what is best for everyone involved, we can still love you, from a distance!
Keep in mind that two very special people think you roped and hung the moon.
Make a whole-hearted decision about the cards on the table, don't fold too soon.
I know we both are fighters, lets hang in there for our family and decide no to quit.
Different perspective, lets fight together not each other, kind of ironic, I admit.

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I could afford to use the money
On both rainy days and sunny

I would buy a brand new car
Then donate mine to a crash stunt star

I'm not interested in traveling afar 
I'd rather buy my friends a new car

What a treat to buy brand new clothes
A comfy coat and shoes without holes

A home with acreage I can call my own
A hot tub and pool table to come home

Shower my family with financial wealth
They can always spend in good health

Honor Veterans who served our Country
Financial aid, for they are worthy

College scholarships to those in need
To Help them strive and succeed

Take the homeless off the street
Into a home with food to eat

Hire someone to think of creative ways
Help those in need and brighten their days   

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Ludwig's emperor sounded supreme - 
                                                                        staying unpremiered,in his dream

Tribute to Beethoven and the story of his 5th symphony

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Settler's moon

   Sweet smoke curling
'round the camp
huddled in the cold and damp
fireside lovers
cuddle  dearer
wolves howl somewhere
circled wagons strong embrace
around the buckskin
and the lace
around the children
of the plains
brave thou cold and wind
and rain
there to find the dream within
to go where no one else
has been.
beneath the chalice of the sky,
the settler's moon
and you and I.

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Almost Got Me 3


to the mast 
your sinking ship

a captain

who finally lost
his grip

at least the grip you
had on me

Thank God 
I am 

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Love's Attraction

Spontaneous attraction, magnetic in power-

With a gentle persuasion that daily makes one smile;

Easygoing spirit that alleviates pain

Convincing all who encounter it of their self-worth and what there is in life to gain.

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My Own Fixation

It is too easy to master the sadness, of my poetry
Than all the combinations, of winning the lottery

I’ll just think I’m sad, sadness becomes my poetry
I’m already mad and sad; still, I don’t win a lottery

That I decided to have my fixation, on a sad poetry
Than harvesting great sadness, of losing the lottery

There is, at least, one big profit of writing sad poetry
Freeing the pain that you gained, perhaps, in a lottery

So come hand in hand, let us build a world, of poetry
Rather than investing your hope, of winning a lottery

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Upon the arrival of it all,
It is still quite hard to recall.
Was it day or was it night?
Did she do it out of fright?

Who could of expected this from a sweet and innocent girl?
No one even knew that she was in her own little world,
For she hid her feelings, speaking to none.
Everyone asked "how had all this begun?"

She trusted no one, not even those who cared,
For there was too many things that she had feared.
Her fears came from the past.
She didn't want those brutal memories to last.

Not wanting things to repeat,
She decided to repress all of the heat.
She took everything in, not saying one word,
Knowing that eventually she would explode.

She lived life pretending to be fine,
But as time passed there was no sign.
Situations became more disastrous and confusing.
Her thoughts began to become more perplexing.  

No one could save her, not even the person she loved.
She thought that he would bring her above.
Above the sorrow and above the pain,
Above all these things she couldn't explain.

Everything to her was meaningless.
The things she tried to fix constantly became a mess.
Her stress had caused her to take her own life.
She had succumbed to all of the strife.

Tears was what was left when she had died.
It was amazing the amount of people that had cried.
If she could of seen how many people did care,
She would have believed that there was nothing to fear.

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Dirty Laundry

                             Dirty Laundry
Last night in a dream; he was in the strangest place;
He was surrounded by a group of singers; that sang Amazing Grace.
There was a lady in the middle; who had a sign that said divorced;
She wore it like a corset; so tight it changed her voice.
   She offered him assistance; even though he knew just how;
   He had washed his cloths before; and he didn’t need it now.
   Politely he did listen; and even seemed amused;
   He told a little joke to her; and she came off as abused.
 Latter on while folding cloths; some others tried to help;
Mrs. Divorce restricting corset; cried out with a yelp.
She said he was pathetic; or something such as that;
Amazed and jaw slapped open; he thought, what ever kitty cat.
   Next thing that he knew; he was sitting in a room;
   And people were conversing; how the end was coming soon
   Everyone agreed; as their heads did nod in time;
   Isn’t that just peachy; was what was on his mind.
Latter on that night; still with-in his dreams;
The lady with the corset; was ripping at the seams.
The ladies kept on singing; as if it didn’t matter;
But the list of all their grievances; just kept on getting fatter.
   They mocked him for his socks; obviously mismatched;
   They watched him like a hawk and angry looks dispatched.
   His detergent was unacceptable; it didn’t have a brightener;
   And his bed sheets and his underwear; didn’t have a whitener.
When his washing was completed; he thought of toilet habits;
And when they shopped for tissue; by the cases would they grab it.
Of course there’s scented candles; and fresheners for the air;
That would cost a piece of change; but of course they wouldn’t care.
    A dream about the laundry mat; and the queens up in the room;
    Speaking out their cackles’; like the witches with their brooms.
    The odyssey about it all; it’s the same thing when awake;
    Life can’t really be like this; this must be a mistake. 

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Veils of Illusion

Truth is blinded by veils,
the world is governed by males

The blacks are packed big jails,
my brothers living in cells

I feel I'm living in Hell,
cause there's no freedom or bail

The only way to have peace,
is through God's love or deceased

It makes you hate to be poor,
cause all the wealthy ignore

The veil has blinded their eyes,
to all the hurting outside

But I will fight for the peace,
that God created for man 

Until my soul is released,
and body turns into sand.

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Time Out

Don't assume I'm out, til the count of ten
I just may get up, and then
While the clock is still tickin'
Give your butt a big kickin' 

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Silver Breath

Silver sleeved hands, embryo breath
architect moons in buildings and nets
draped over silver streets, hissing with steam
Silver hands weaving a smooth silver sheen
Backbones erected, joints moaning cold
silver hats tipped and discovery unfolds
Pumping the heart beat through oil and vents
Silver steam breath on the sidewalk in jets
Humming of motors hung silver to dry
above all the streets in the galvanized sky
Soon there'll be windows in silver and steel
Soon there'll be footsteps, robotic and real
Silver sleeved hands on the weaver elite
building tomorrow, right now on your street.

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the Music was Mozart

 Search the skies for scattered music
lift me up on Mozarts' joy,
wild and wanton
he was baudy
just a naughty man and boy.

how his genius overshadows
anything the man had done
strange the muse 
can take the measure
of the soul and truth has won.

Music never was his master
just a toy he brought along,
from his childhood
like the comfort
of a baby's evening song

like the color of the fabric 
of the universe at hand,
Mozart 's music is eternal
as  the human heart is grand.

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Found On My Shore

You washed up as a smooth white bone
of concave breadth and marble hone
You washed up when the tide was high
Held to my cheek to feel the sky
You dragged in with the silver tide
a secret to the waves confide
You lost me then inside your spell
I felt to faint, a bit unwell
You salted skin upon the beach
when you were there, within my reach
You played the waves to sweetly slip
in equilibrium to tip
You waited there to hear my name,
to soak the sand in pouring rain
You slept awhile until my hands
brushed off debris of golden sands
You washed up like a Grecian stone
when I was walking there alone
but now I'll throw you past the shore
You're not the treasure I'm searching for...

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Sweet like a serpentine
Stunning in glass
fuming with poison
from pain that has passed
Limp like an iron cast
Push while you  pull
starving from vomiting
when you were full
Gripping like falling sand
Streaming in veins
starts out like sweetness
and ends up in pain
Sweet like a lemon green
Tart like a hiss
broke open with frost
from a serpentine kiss.

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Joseph,a levite hailing from Cyprus
Not one to distinguish between them & us

Baranabas was a his given,nick-name
Amongst the apostles he gained honour & fame

Speaking up for Paul in the council's sight
Standing for justice,truth and light

A man of encouragement and faith
Full of the Holy Spirit and God's grace

Respected and trusted by all
This unnoticed companion of the apostle Paul

To Zeus,Barnabas was to be compared
His witness to Jesus, he so often declared

Diligent,hard-working ,always supporting himself
Putting kingdom living before money & wealth

Full details @ Acts 4:36/7 :9:26/7:11:22/3:!!:29/30:!3:2:14:12 & 1Cor  9:6

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A Heart Inscribed

  Here I am and there you are
I'm etched on your life like a permanent scar
In the shape of a rose or a heart or a feather
I.m there in the blood,we are always together
  A tattoo from youth,worn under your sleeve
reminding you ever of reasons to grieve
read green and black,like the coils of a beast
wrapped round your heart,there thru famine or feast
   Indelible days into firebranded nights,
written in memories,seared in your sights
but if lasers could peel off the imprint I've left
my own selfish wishes would leave me bereft
for I need to know I live on in your heart
that not even dying can keep us apart.

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the WIND and I

  I stood atop a looming bluff
the WIND kept asking why
I Said I couldn't say enough
and yet I could not die
clothes and hair
the wind kept saying
I still care
 But all I know is space and air
you have to learn to fly
the wind slipped swiftly
'round my waist
and swept me outward
into space
 I'm sure I almost saw
his face
the world went
flashing by
 The currents took me
to the moon
above the azure sea at noon
or maybe I was in a swoon
 I felt so brave and high
A moment or a hundred years
sweet laughter
or a thousand tears
 I lost my mind
and all my fears
We flew,
the wind and I.

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Soup's ON

AH the faceless poet 
stirring up our meal
sharing all with strangers
telling how you feel
as we taste your potion 
as we drink your pain
how we wish that we could
mix a remedy again
a spoon full of sugar
to sweeten up the taste
to think that there could
be a smile
tho we can't see your face
  yet we are kindred spirits
and so we really care
we 're game to bite off anything
we'll even chew despair

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Alter Ego

   After euthanizing Nancy,
I decided to forget,
all about that being fancy
and I think that I should quit
formulating other faces
in this factory
of mind,
no , I can't be in four places,
I must leave it all behind,

 Yes my mentor told me Monday,
that this Sunday is the last,
anniversary of Done Day,
when I finished up the past,
threw away the key to making
molds of Mother and the guys,
though I have a way of baking 
up a batch of sweet surprise

Disconcerting things keep waking,
in the cottage in my head
Such a sweet world I was faking
but I can't live there instead,

someone needs to do the laundry,
feed the dog and bake the bread,
so I guess it's just a quandary,
who I'll be until I'm dead.

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Make Me Happy

Please tell me now, my dear, my love, what occupies your mind?
Are you truly happy now or is there sadness yet to find?

I do my best to make you smile and hope you’ll feel complete.
So, tell me now, my darling one, as I wait now at your feet.

I will not beg, nor ever grovel, but happily serve you well.
So, are you happy, lovely one? Please tell me now, do tell.

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The Old Crow

She commissioned her good humour to put up with it once more.
A reoccurring miscreant still knocking at her door.

A demon spawn of evil tricks he beckons her to open,
Incessant little parasite his ritual nary broken.

Away the door - it shuffles in without a care implore
She grasps the tome of many creatures and forgotten lore.

A paragraph within it’s pages brings a mental sight
The demon spawn of loathsome evil listens to the plight

Tired from the sinful stories that were encased within
She puts the Book beside the spawn that put her in the spin

Her snoring became silence as a quiet moment rose
Her weary face no longer knotted was now a happy glow.

His tiny fingers touch her face, obliviously adored,
“I love you nana” he exclaimed and gently shut the door.

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Wait for me

     Wait for me, if I dont come
go to bed and suck your thumb
     call my name,if I dont hear
wake the baby,bring her here
     meet me at the cornerstone
of my life,Ill be alone
     red carnations in your hair
thats the way I'll know your there
    beat a drum on Clancy street
where your brothers used to meet
   at the Deli I'll arrive
shortly after three or five
   we'll have dinner on the train
bound for somewhere
   free of pain.

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The Depth

Deep beneath a person's body 
Lies a soul that's the ruler of its servants

Yet this soul is so pure 
That no evil can erupt its gentle touch

It has a servant with many wants
But, gets what it deserves from the world

Here I am embedded with a duty
To protect this soul embedded within me

It is not the way i look from the outside that determines who I am
But what's treasured inside is the true me

Never look at how the body is shaped and designed
But at what a person carries inside

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Thank You!!!

These are two very special words.

They can be comforting too.

Some people don't care or even have a clue.

How not saying those two little words can make somebody blue.

Saying thank you can mean a lot coming from me or you.

If your not the thank you type
Well here's something I think  you should do.

Remember how it feels when someone says thank you to you.

Now you need to return the love and say thank you too!!!

Look you've added to your vocabulary and started something new.

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Tongue Tied and Tortured

Her steel vice mouth cast motorized lips
to the steady position in an unsteady grip
It readied her passion on her poison dart tongue
and shot two shades right passed his ailing left lung
Machine grinding teeth 'till their points made the sound
like the clinking of cheers filled to pints all around
Dancing saliva expecting to shine
on the edge of her glass filled with martyr and wine
Striking the desk and exploding her chair
she spun circles up walls and flew into the air
Her words caught up with her and stoned her to death
Least she finally relaxed as she drew her last breath.

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In Time

In time to come I see the beauty of nature
I see the winds so full of exciting fervor
The December rose flourishes in Summer
The sea strays in its own lapsidaisical way

In time to come I see the beauty of peace
I see the people so happy, peaceful and gay
There is laughter as far as the ear can hear
And merriment is the order of the year

In time to come I see serenity and harmony
Where people are judged not for how wealthy they are
There is unity in crowds and untold delight
And malice is a word that has lost its right

In time to come I see the rough winds shudder
For the darling way all behave with one another
There is freedom and wonder wherever you appear
And honesty is a trait we all hold dear

In time to come no anger survives
Where lies and deceit the backdoor have found
There is no fear and disaster here
I hope and pray this day is near

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Wrapped in Silver

Scented scarlet seraphim
on the scarves
you wear for him
silken sounds
sweet sussurations
peeling layers off sensations
come to see
the sails in line
'oer the ocean
Pale perfume you wore to be
someone young
and wild and free
to shed the silver plated skin
that the world
has wrapped you in.

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Bottom of the Ninth

Constant disappointment; claiming men are of no use;
She’s perfumed with applications; of oils that’s from a muse.

Pointing with her fingers; from the prison she is in;
Claiming that her life is sad; and soon to come to end.
Screaming accusations; from there behind a fence;
With her higher education; she still affords no sense.

Virgin oil salad; meats in Wesson oil;
An adolescent balled; with undergarments soiled.

Someone help the people; that are near where she has been;
They must be glad when she has gone; but then she comes again.

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settlers song

 Great American adventure
over the plains alone
loved ones wait and wonder
where we might have gone
  charting unknown waters
to brave the starless nights
we brought our sons
and daughters
we kept our dreams in sight
all in this together
we'll get there and we'll thrive
no matter what the weather
Americans alive!
so build the campfire high
and sing a settler's song
we'll keep the wilderness at bay
till you can come along.

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For Lost Ones

I am the incarcerated bird wanting freedom
The one thing my soul was taken from
I am the mourners of lost loved ones
Whether it was a father or a son
I am the ones without a voice
Given the option but not a choice
I am the ones who scream in silence
The ones accused but committed no violence
I am the ones who have fallen from grace
The ones who will vanish without a trace
I am the ones who have found peace and serenity
I am that incarcerated bird who will be set free

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So long at the Fair

 riveted around
denim questions that she found,
underneath the ferris wheel,
on the Midway,nothing's real.

  Every day she pays the fare
for the rides that take her there,
dusty powders,
to relive those 
childhood thrills.

  Like cotton candy on her tongue,
sensations surging
till she's strung,
 far out there 
on the breeze,
above the crowd,
the high trapeze,
sways and trembles in the light,

 She fills the BIg Top up tonight,
They yell and urge her to do more,
without a net................

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Even Life Is Like A Stone

It seems, the clerk is not in the best form today
For he gave me an extra cash, like an extra pay

I just want a $359; instead, he handed a $539
Should I take it or not, a question in my mind

I am no saint I admit and I want this $180 bucks
Should I care for him, if, he will be on the rocks
I must struggle against strange voices in my head,
That really keep messing me, even, when I’m in bed

Feed me...feed me...of evil things, says the first
No only me, says the other, even if you are thirst

Though, I’ve three kids and my shoulder is in pain
I let myself not to nourish them with an easy gain

For I believe that man does not live by bread alone
This is what I’m trying to do; even life is like a stone

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With malice in heart, an intent to kill
The door was kicked open, she stood there still

He whispered some words to inspire more fear
As she screamed for help, to anyone near.

“No one can help you, you’ve nowhere to go.
I’ll get you my lovely, like you’ll never know.”

Now, fearing the worst, she started to shake
Not knowing how much more she could take.

She prayed to herself that this wasn’t real
He grabbed her hair taught. She started to squeal.

He raised up the knife, with the tip at her head.
“I’ll see you in Hell, you’re better off dead.”

She wouldn’t give in. No, she’s not ready to die.
Reflexes kicked in, with a punch to his eye.

She managed to get free and ran to the door
She had to get out, not wanting for more.

When there on the terrace, she turned to look back,
The man had jumped at her for a final attack.

She jumped to the left as he seemed to take flight
Over the rail he had gone, to his last living night.

Looking down on the ground, she didn’t know why
That the vacuum salesman attacked her and wished her to die.

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By All Counts, It Should Have Stormed Today.

The impending green sky before a storm
when the pressure is earsplitting, stretched out and long
is the hue you should catch in my eyes today
while I bristle and boulder these words away
The whistling of wind on the verge of a howl
when the tree tops are bowing and splitting the ground
is the sound you should hear when I hold my breath
while the lunacy sleeps deep inside your chest
The grumbling of thunder under your feet
when the oceans eat shore but want more to eat
is the feeling of knowledge, you should be aware
while the silence of wisdom is still in the air
The brooding of rain as the heavens fall
when the moment of tension becomes it all
is the warning of an oncoming, impending flood
while I breathe through the moment and calm my blood.

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Sentiment Slivers

A button collection in an old tin can
A dipping wax model we made of our hands
at the Renaissance Festival, one day in fall
The first sound of Mozart in Benneby Hall
A love note gone crumpled in earthenware pots
A needle thin necklace bedraggled in knots
A wooden carved zebra with amber eye shine
An old Trosser canister for coffee to grind
White toast with butter and honey in stacks
A morning mint sun folding shade on our backs
A summer of tar stains on feet without shoes
while we endeared moments we never would lose
An evening with salt on our skin from the beach
The height of emotion you suddenly reach
when peaches are washed off of sand in the gulf
You sweet and salty and sure of yourself
Seven good friends you can count on your hands
Mango tree sugar in silvering sand
A laugh like your jaws will detach in relief
A twinkle in eyes growing wise in belief
The pocket thesaurus, nineteen twenty two
My eager ambition to be close to you.

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The Outsider

I always felt the outsider, looking through an open door.
I know I was invited, but I didn’t know what was in store.

Spent most my life looking out. I never let anyone look in.
However, I really wanted them to. I never made true friends.

There were people that I knew, with whom I would hang out.
But, I remained the outsider, still possessing doubts.

Because of my unstable home and not wanting them to see,
my life was not one, like theirs and I never thought it to be

It never was that easy, to make and keep new friends.
In fact, to this very day, I will swear it never ends.

These feelings of unsurety that crawl into my head
still keep me from reaching out and keep my demons fed.

They prey upon my open mind when I’m trying to be heard
and push me back, away again, never to be cured.

When I was young, emotionally scarred, I battled to be free
and open up to those I knew. I was afraid of what they’d see.

That home that I was coming from; drinks, fighting and abuse
engraved into my very soul, I’d never win, I’d lose. 

As a parent, I tell my children, to open up and trust.
They will see and keep true friends, for having them, a must. 

I hope that they will always see, though no friends come by for me,
It doesn’t mean that they shouldn’t always trust and try to be

the best of friends with many others that they think are worth while.
I hope that they can keep their friends and inflict no self denial.

For if they do, then I have failed in trying to teach them right.
Because, by example, I’ll always be, forever in a fight

with all my demons that keep me from making any new friends
For to this day, I still put up walls. Some message all that sends!

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I cry tears of blood for you today
Tears for the land that disregards my race
I too cried for the freedom from opression
Yet defeated I cry for the land gaining media attention
What no one knows is how fickle you have become
Monetary gain being your solitary game
Why subjugate me to renewed oppression
When like you I too suffered
All because I do not fit the mould
Yet strived I did holding hands for our freedom
Now you abandon me simply because I'm me
I cant choose my hue just like you
Blood flows in me same as in you
Apartheid symbolised Black oppression
Yet now affirmative action is the same mission!

Heartbroken I cry tears of blood today
For my beautiful country that has forsaken me
My cries lie unheard and my worth is unfit
For the hue you see . . . I do not fit

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The Poet's Heart

It’s not the mind that bears the ink,
Nor scribes on paper. We don’t think.
It’s not with hand, we grasp our pens,
It with our feelings, the lives of men.
It’s not with lips, the stories told,
Nor with our tongues for to behold.
For with our hearts, we live and share
And pen ourselves as daily fair.
Therefore the words we send to you
Are words of love, pain, humor, truth.
So, when you read and become a part
Please know this poem was penned with heart.

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Inspiration to composers,past  - 
                                                            prima donnas,never last

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Examples of Green

The color of money, the muck in a stream;
There’s the color of envy, for the things that you’ve seen.
   Green in the gills from dangerous pills;
   Green scrubber pads that clean up the swill.
Apathy bound cuz you got no green;
Marks left on the finger from a cheaply made ring.
   The mark of distinction separating the sky;
   Post nasal dripping that simply won’t dry.
The color of Pippins, picked from a tree;
Throwing green money in an uncontrolled spree.
   Green little breath mints, there’s tic and there’s tack;
   Green Meadow racing, horses run on the track.
Green little candies called jelly beans;
Green colored mold that seeps through the seams.
  These are my examples, though a little off beat;
  That’s all I should offer before I repeat.

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Home..that familiar place
     to light a downcast face

Home..a place to learn & grow up
     to drink slowly at life's cup

Home..sometimes filled with tears
     where we confront our fears be open and real
      and tell it as we feel

Home..somewhere to dream & wish,
      somewhere to hug & kiss

Home..a place to live & die
      somewhere to mourn & cry

Home..furnished by love' s touch
     bedecked in comforts we trust so much

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Children in the school rooms; they learn their a.b.c’s
 And the lines at social services; have mothers begging please.
   The homeless in the alleys are looking for a nip.
   Apartment dwellers watching them, while on their coffees sip.
Bobby claims his good intentions; while watching Nancy climb the stairs.
Rita’s watching from the couch; thinking no one cares.
   The lady spreads her rumors, from there inside the church.
   The deacon has a thing for her, which puts him in a lurch. 
The race horse has his blinders; the lady has them too.
They serve us as reminders; be careful what you do.
  The children grew to adults, now new kids are in school.
  The waiting lines are all still there; only now there’s stricter rules.
Do we stand united, as we search for personal gain?
Do we become excited, as we ride that money train?
   Is your bank account depleted; are your cupboards looking bare?
  Have you gained more than you have needed; but you offer not to share.
I wonder why it is like this; it’s everywhere you go.
People give their reasons; but it seems nobody knows.
   It’s a world of contradictions, and it never seems to change.
   We’re a people who get angry; when plans get rearranged.
Since I’m driven by survival, I take my issues now with ease;
There’s nothing I can do about it; people do just as they please.

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When The Day Is Done 2

Tell me what do you really have to lose when you come and accept in your heart,God’s son?
Don’t you think that this is much better, than burning in hell, a place so much hotter than the very sun?
Life can offer us so much more than we can handle it in too many unfortunate moments of our life
Sometimes we can’t see things clear and that’s when we can make more mistakes and find in our way more pain  and strife.

It seems there are so many choices in our life, and more things to choose from all the time, everyday
So be watchful and choose everything very carefully, as you find sometimes your way.
Every day the sun raises high, but sometimes the sun hides and heavily falls only rain
In every blade of grass dews shine and in every roses petals love awakes and hopes then reigns.

Time passes painfully slow sometimes,time watches and never ever stops for you me nor anyone.
Reflections of bygone days are great, when people and times were a lot kinder than what we have today.
Life is good and bad too, do you want it more good than bad, well,that’s the choice you have to opt for.Make it right!Make it worthwhile!
Why don’t you give something instead of taking for a change, give a word of encouragement give away your smile.

Life wasn’t ever meant to be just fine and see love and smiles on everybody’s hearts, eyes and face
The world is not just like that in real life, and our life is not even balanced most of the time, any place
People everywhere just grab and take all them can,but there's still hope,even when most people seem not to care
And as I look at the glow fading fast thru my window, clouds with their arms high,gather up lovingly,all the remmnants,of the days glare!

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Make it Real Compared to What?

  The juries of debauchery; with there jaded little judging’s;
  They leave no room for circumstance; because it’s known they are begrudging
They think they make it real; but real compared to what;
Opinions maybe of some exiles; that circle in a rut.
   A simple minded creature; is the spineless jelly fish;
  But even when avoided, it’s supposed they should exist.
Disappointed and discouraged; the watcher’s walk alone;
They’ve grown to like their solitude; for most out there are drones.

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I’m watching the people pass by,
Looking for answers in the sky.
The breeze hits my face,
But I only long for your embrace.
In a world that seems so plain,
It is you who keeps me sane.
It’s strange to see how relaxed people are.
They seem to have not one bruise, not one scar.
Maybe I’m just one to wear my heart on my sleeve.
Makes me wonder what people will say on my death’s eve.
Love is patient, love is kind.
That’s what I’ve heard, but I’m losing my mind.
It is your kiss for which I long.
It tears through me like a knife, like a song.
Wishful thinking won’t get me anywhere,
Because what I want, I want to share.
People never see me as I truly am.
They don’t know how I work, how I jam.
I don’t know if that means people cannot see,
Or if I’m really not the person I want to be.
Either way life is the same,
Always complex, yet always tame.

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Free to be
Free to be me

Free to choose
Free to lose

Free to let go
Free to say no

Free to live
Free to forgive

Free from my past
Free at last

Inspired by Martin Luther' king's quote'Free at last,Thank God Almighty,Free a 
last' & by john 8:34-36

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Ireland's James Joyce was a wizard with words,
inventing, inverting, morphemes nouns and verbs,
hiding perversion, pornography too,
under a language that only he knew.
Our own times Bob Dylan's a master of rhyme,
who expressed all our hopes, and the angst of our time,
deprecating a war that left innocent dead, 
with melodious lyrics that sprang whole from his head. 
John Lennon earns mention for the prolific ease 
with which he composed songs of love and of peace.
He left us a martyr lying bleeding and dead
on the cold New York street where he was shot in the head 
The true value of poets is not easy to measure
the three here extolled have bequeathed us their treasure.

New York City

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Lazy days meld into one,
summer siestas just begun;

Busy bees morn 'til late,
honeycombs proliferate.

Speckled starlings sing with delight 
on July swarms in nuptial flight.

Swallows circle in storm clouds low,
a foraging airshow ,to and fro.

Cricket willow on fields green,
traditional pastimes in England seen.

Gardens parasol bedecked,
where picknicing wasps wander unchecked.

Basil spreading six feet tall
 by freshwater trickling small.

Tidelines explored on a rockpool beach,
driftwood ,stranded,bleached.

Hammock sleeping 'neath a halo'ed sun, 
a signal of September rain to come.

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Today's Parade

Dressed then in Green or Irish Lace
Upon the street, some painted face
There’s drummers drumming out the tunes
With children’s smiles with green balloons
Where on the street, the people cheer
As many wave or even raise a beer
But, truth be known, upon this day
St Patrick drove the snakes away

Let rosy cheeks then draw the crowd
As bagpipes play the music loud
Within the march, they all then say
How proud they are upon this day
Though your people may not be
Still come out, witness the green
For I have heard so many say
They wish to be Irish if just for this day

Happy St Patrick’s Day!

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The people got together and formed a little click;
But everyone is jockeying; to be the favorite pick
Everyone’s agreeable; for they think so much alike;
But every bodies suffering and some may seem contrite.

The ladies have their issues; which makes them who they are;
The men all have their problems too; but since have come so far.
Bobby has no money; for things He wants to buy;
Carrie Lee is worried; and tears are in her eye.

When war is made the topic; at first they all agree;
That killing is atrocious; as far as they can see.
Then a young man from the service; will wave the stars and stripes;
And everybody clamors; to support the need to fight.

Pointing at the government; pointing at the times;
All will have opinions; but the truth seems hard to find.
Popular opinions; that’s the thing that rules;
And everywhere He looks; the misfit has the blues.

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Shows about reality
Get my news from MTV
Ugly people everywhere
Kids today just don't care
Where's the passion where's the fun
Video games eclipse the sun
Online conversations rule
The internet's our research tool
End of times? Have to wait and see
Things today so literally
Tsunami here, earthquake there 
Freaky weather everywhere
Why's this poem got to rhyme
No problem man I've got the time
Got your gold card, big SUV
Welfare generosity
No more teachers, no more books
E-zine publishings the hook
Find the paper, find the pen
Find your niche, your call, your zen
Talk to people get a clue 
Don't let it be the end of you
Get a job, take a chance 
Grab some rythym, bust a dance
Try a new thing, remember the old 
Be a big baby when you catch a cold
Pamper yourself, flatter your friends
You won't find yourself alone in the end 
Hope you like it, hope you care 
At least I had the strength to dare

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I walked along the pebbled shore
In my mind I saw a door

In my soul I heard a voice
In my heart I made a choice

I sat upon the burning sand
I took the offered,outstretched hand

We lit a fire and bar-b-qued
Enjoying fellowship and food

I returned along the pebbled shore
Complete,made whole,forever more

Full story @ Rev 3:20 & Jhn 21:9 -14 

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I Give You, the Poet

He sees with his heart while writing with his mind
As words can sometimes be very hard to find
While seeing beauty in a flower, or even a brook
A poet sees everything, with more than a look
For he gathers inspiration from everything seen
Or felt within his heart, interpreting meaning
He composes, not for others, but shares just the same
For the writing is his pleasure, his fate and his game
He’s a master of language, of poetry and prose
A storyteller, who feels, everything that he knows
For more than a story does a poet then weave
He provides you experiences, if just you believe
And as he settles down, for his slumber each night
He keeps a pen and some paper on his table, by the light
For many a time, each eve, he may awaken from his sleep
With new lines to write, with new verses to keep 

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On a tree he was to die
It is finished ..was his cry

A man of truth,none can deny
he gave his life..for you & I

A man mourned then,by just a few
In just three days was born anew

Leaving behind an empty grave
His purpose then.. as now to save.

Full story @John19:20-30 & Mt 28

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Wind..dances in the trees
Egos,doing as they please

Wind..brings clouds of rain
Tomorrows,oftimes filled with pain

Wind..sounds deep in the night
Sorry,may not make it right

Wind..elements moving unseen
Attraction,love's go-between

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What compassion does man show for his brother?
If done for himself, then he does not give to another!
Should not it always be done from the heart?
Given freely from the soul at the very start?
How obstinate is he that does not budge
For the good of the others, shall we judge?
How foolish is he, who does not act
Out of goodness and kindness and seldom with tact?
This, I say, is the reason for war,
For hatred, for ignorance and maybe some more.
It is greed! It is greed, which overruns the heart.
It is greed that in fact, tears us apart.
When wanting the immediate satisfaction,
Greed, itself causes reaction.
As we must all work to destroy the bad seed,
Then we must all tire to eliminate greed!