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Angels Above

Angels Above
A. W. Nutter

At fifteen, I was to young to become a father
At fourteen, she didn’t need to be a mother
We were old enough to have sexual relations
Unable to understand the implications

We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love

Parents abusing us for this sinful union
Adolescents fearful and full of confusion
Not able to cope with the adult pressure
The mothers young body goes into labor

We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love

My son struggled between life and death
I held his hand as he took his last breath
From my hands his little body was pried
The tears falling like rain from my eyes

We cried out in anguish to the angels above
Pleading for their mercy and their love.

Occasionally the mother and my path will cross
Seldom do we mention or discuss our loss
But every year at nine, on the sixteenth of May
We both agreed, to light a candle and silently pray

To the angels watching from heaven above
 Shower our son with mercy, show him your love



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Lest We Forget

In churned up soil the poppy rose 
On top of death, still steadily grows 
And in our minds we see the crosses 
That lie in rows and count our losses 

Blood that drips from tiniest bloom 
Beloved children, lost from the womb 
Their essence blown upon the earth 
For infinity, will show their worth 

And so they marched by decree 
A war they fought, so we could be free 
The poppy, how we remember them now 
So in silence we do reverently bow 

One single day, just once every year
To remember all the horror and fear 
To give thanks and praise, to those in need 
Who saved us through unselfish deed 

For so young when they said goodbye 
With no idea that so many would die 
In Flanders Fields where poppies grow 
Innocence, now lays buried in each row 

For those that did return safely home 
Their spirit lost and so had flown
To fly away among the peaceful skies 
With friends and larks with carefree eyes

In the thunder hear the roar of guns
Calling to all our native sons
Arise, arise, from sleep once more
For once again, there will be war

In Flanders Fields, the poppies grow 
They cover our loved ones, buried below 
Like a blanket, they protect all within 
From a world that is ravished by sin 

More souls will join them as the years go by 
More wars will be fought, as the lark does cry 
More fields will be filled, with our dead 
And poppies will mark their graves in red

"Lest we forget and more shall die"
"In Flanders Fields our loved ones lie"

 


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Visit me in a dream

Come and visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

Are you floating on a cloud?

Have you found the brightest star?

 

I know you're with us somewhere,

Even though you can't be seen,

Painting the bluest sky,

Or among the grass so green.

 

As I'm wandering through the park,

Looking up at the trees,

Daydreaming of the joy you brought,

Will you visit me please?

 

Just send me a little sign,

White feathers on the breeze,

To let me know you're happy, free

And put my mind at ease.

 

Or ask a passing stranger,

With twinkling brown eyes,

A cheeky smile, and baldy head,

To nod as he passes by.

 

Or maybe play a special song,

Loud, on my radio,

That could have been written just for you,

About all the love we've known.

 

Come visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

I know you're there, a floating cloud,

And one of the brightest stars.


Details | I do not know? | |

Did I Remember To Tell You Daddy

Almost three years now Daddy
since you were taken away
I thank God you no longer suffer
but I had so much more to say

But you and I were always very close
and I know that we still are
So be free to enjoy family and friends
I know you'll never be far

Oh but  Daddy
Did I remember to thank you 
for coming to stay with the kids and I 
At times you thought you were a burden
but if anyone was it was I

And I want to tell you too Daddy
that you would be so proud of them all
Brandon's now a sergeant with a son on the way
Cam Jeremy is due early fall

And your little Sarah Daddy
you would be so very proud
She's a tiny little thing, still a great mom
and has the best boys in any crowd

And I'm sure you've been watching Curtis
So you know he's just like you
And he is living up to the promise he made
Yes Daddy I'm very proud too

Oh and one more thing 
before I lay down to rest
Did I remember to tell you and the world
that
 My Daddy's the best

Loving you and missing you always
Your baby girl


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October

Autumn winds sway the trees,
blowing, swirling dry brown leaves,
coats of dogs and cats get thick,
dusk is grey and comes too quick.

Early morning skies are pale,
fog becomes an earthly veil,
great piles of pumpkins crowd the stores,
Halloween candies by the door.

Iron colored is the sky,
jostling clouds hurtle by,
kitchens smell of pumpkin pies,
lightning crackles through the skies.

Meadows brown and fields lie fallow,
noon is bleak, the light seems shallow,
October is a month of death,
poppies draw their final breath.

Quick as death the summer's gone,
rain and tears are Autumn's song,
silent God who answers naught,
thirty years of answers sought.

Under bleak and barren trees,
voiceless sorrow no one sees,
weary souls detest their fate,
and search in vain for heaven's gate.

Yesterday was just a dream
of zippered lips and childhood screams.


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Heres Looking At You Kid

Dear brother you were only 22
when the good Lord came calling for you

Water had consumed your last breath
Coroners said was a flashback from heroin and meth

I had always looked up to you
but your verbal abuse made me and the others feel blue

black hair  hazel eyes man you look so like Elvis 
imitating shaking your hips and pelvis

blisters and sores on  your young pale face
oh boy how you had fallen from Gods grace

you had a little girl right after you died
Mom always stood by her and your girlfriend's side

first Grandpa then you Dad  Mom and brother Bob
for my life now feels like I've been robbed

missed over 30 yrs of wishing you  birthday greetings
now at the dinner table there is limited seating

but every year when your birthday comes and passes
I will be there to pick your grave site overgrown grasses

I wonder what you would look like today
or even if your hair would be full of grey

I have forgiven for all you had done to me
for I hold no regrets so your soul can be free

heres wishing you another birthday greeting
as I lay this card and rose at your grave site's seating

Please give Grandpa Dad Mom and brother Bob my love
for someday I will reunited with all of you above

For now I have my own little girl
for she is my own everyday  world

I promise to tell her all about you
and how God will turn you into someone pure and new

Rest in peace my loving dear brother
heres another birthday wish I send in passion smothers 






In Loving Memory Of
My Brother Gary

10/ 18/ 48
 6 / 5 / 71









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A poem for my best friend of 30 years who died last year from booze Linda

Linda

I remember the first time we met you came round for a coffee. 
I remember it well, we sat talking for hours, just you and me.
Over the next few years, We must have drunk hundreds of cups.
Life was a roll of downs, Then ups. 
I remember the first time I met your Mum. All dressed in pale blue.
I think she was going to some special do.

I remember Jills first birthday party, even the  dress she wore.
The house was full of friends and family and more.
Val and Grandma, Carol and Jane all of their familys as well.
The house was packed, certainly a tale to tell.
The Bell Inn at Ingolmells where we all went for a drink.
Then round to our caravan, coffees to sink.

I remember Claire as a child, the hours she used to spend at our home.
Every Monday on the way to Slimming World she got credit for her phone.
I remember all the things she used to help me with. shopping, baking, 
washing the dishes the cups and the plates.
All this before she was even eight.
I remember so many things that we used to do. The bonfire parties at your 
house.
All the same crowd their having the time of their lives.

Then the big bash for my big Five O.
I wanted a really big show.
So we prepared all the food at your house, Then carried it all over to mine.
Only just got it all ready in time.
I did the cake it was a huge chocolate train.
Something big enough to get all the candles on was my aim.

Life throws some really awful things at you.
Some so bad you  just don’t know what to do.
Our friendship spanned almost  thirty years
A lot of fun a lot of tears.
When the police came round to our house that night, I didn’t even realize you 
had gone.
I thought you were just ill again, I found out almost a week later on

Especially as we had only been chatting a couple or so weeks before, About 
the past.
On that day you looked so well with all your make up on, I thought you were 
on the mend at last.
On your birthday in May I thought of you, 
All the things we had been through,          Rest in peace. Love  Pat


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A little clock face

 
It has memory's 
It has anniversary s
It has deaths
It has  births
It has a lot for a little clock face.
It has weddings
It has dates
but above all else it stop us from being late.


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Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.


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Remembrance

                                                          I
                                                   REMEMBER, JUST
                                              AS I’VE BEEN ASKED, I STOP
                                           AND TAKE A MINUTE, THINKING
                                          OF A WAR WHICH I WILL NEVER BE A
                                          PART OF, I WILL NEVER SEE FIRST HAND.
                                    A FEW FALLEN HEROES, WHO GAVE UP THEIR
                              LIVES FOR A GENERATION THEY WOULD NEVER SEE,
                           JUST SO THAT WE ALL                  WOULD NEVER HAVE 
                         TO GO THROUGH THE                        TERROR OF A LIFE, A
                         HELL, WITHOUT ANY                          CONCEPT OF PEACE, 
                          AND SO WE TAKE OUR                      QUIET MOMENT TO
                           STOP, AND CONSIDER                 THE SACRIFICE, TO
                             THINK UPON A FOREIGN FIELD, SOAKED IN 
                               THE BLOOD OF MEN, OF BOYS. WE CANNOT 
                                  AFFORD TO LET THEM STRAY FROM OUR
                                    MEMORY OR ELSE WE RISK REPEATING
                                        THE MISTAKES OF THE PAST. AND 
                                              SO I THANK ALL SOLDIERS
                                                    PAST AND PRESENT. 


Details | Ode | |

Give A Little Obama Love




           *********

Note: Giving good orderly direction.... " Give A little Obama Love "



To-day is a New Day
Time  for people to Pray
If their were No Unity
Where would we be to-day?
      ------
Why is it..
That all of 'GOD' People
       Are so...!
War Torn Today..
With nothing going on
With nothing to speak of..
So little to say!
      ------
So, looking back on Reflection
In a more Democratic Way
Let's give the Future back
     To the Children
             - And - 
Let Jesus lead the way
        --------
So, Why not give them Love
Show them another way
Remember that Obama Care
Is a Health Care which is
           Oh! so very rare..
          --------
It could really save the Day?
Do you know a better way?
        --------
It is meant for people with
         No Insurance... 
Not for those...
Who just don't care!
          ------
For it is just an annoyance
Who really need Insurance?
          ------
So, if you have Insurance
And that is all that really
       Matter to you...
Remember that their are
Men, Women and Children
Who needs' a plan too...?
For the Obama Plan is high
           In Demand
And Gods' People are too...


                    GF

Note: Remember that if you need a Health Plan
          then we need one too... 























Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Confession

Confession


A mind filled with mazes
A heart to cold it shivers at warmth.
Has seen the good
The bad of the world.
To distant from life from others
To understand another feelings,
To torn to speak more then three words.
But for you I look with kindly eyes
And a soften smile.
To you I make this confession.
I be dark but you shine a light
With a gaze.
My heart is cold and nearly brittle  away
But with one touch from you ,
Keeps it in tact with two.
Every memory of my past
Disappear when I gaze into your eyes.
I feel like our conversation could go on for hour,
Mountains  of useless words and pointless subjects.
I tell you this
This is a confession, I send to you.
Even though you left me alone,
So many years ago.
This is the love confession that was always meant for you.


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The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
origin,an 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
templars,I.O.G.T,United 
Nations,Masonic 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
etc 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
above.
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
fame.
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 
you!


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The Bully Part 1

The Bully

27 Years ago, you showed me the door,
Because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
That day was the worst of my life,
I wanted to die, to escape the strife.
All I needed was a simple letter,
To give me a chance to get better.
Now when I look back and see, you certainly did
 me a favour that day.
In 1986 Thursday the first of May.
From then on people listened to what I had to say,
Doctors and Nurses went out or their way,
I got the treatment I needed at last,
Bit by bit they went over the past.
One whole year is all it took,
A lot of hard work, a little luck.
To this very day I have never been back,
26 whole years and that’s a fact.
The last few years have been the best of my life,
Truly content being a Mother and Wife.
And Nanny as well,
Must not let my head swell,
A collection of poems all written by me..
My story in 7 magazines for the whole world to see.
A whole new extension to the house designed by me.
Also having to cope with the death of my mother,
Then four months later the death of my mother’s sister,
God not another.
Having my kitchen demolished completely,
did put me in a fix.
But being so well, even that couldn’t knock me for six.
So remember the next time someone begs you for a letter,
At least give THEM, the chance to get better.
For as long as I live I will never for get that terrible day,
Thursday 1986 the first of May,
The day that you showed me the door,
Just because I wouldn’t do what you wanted anymore.
They say that time heals all pain,

I’m lucky I’ve learnt to live again.







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Sarah Marie Johnson

Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her own parents over some guy. They knew that Sarah wasn't supposed to get into this so-called "serious relationship" with this guy named Bruno Santos. The illegal immigrant was three years older than her, especially when he is still known for having a criminal history. It's sad to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had to die that soon. The entire Johnson family had their lives ahead of them. Sarah Johnson is a heartless liar, an assassin, and on top of all that, she has no soul. The girl was afraid that both of her parents would go to the police and have her so-called "boyfriend" arrested and charged for statutory rape, so Miss Johnson killed them. Now, that was a cowardly move. The reason why Sarah Johnson had killed both of her own parents (mother and father) is because for one, they were going to send him straight to jail for dating a then-sixteen-year-old and they grounded her for life, as in, "indefinitely." Everybody, including her brother, knows that Sarah has no heart and no soul. But in the end, I guess society is better off with Sarah Marie Johnson in prison for the rest of her life. And as far as the citizens of Bellevue, Idaho, her family and her high school friends are concerned, prison is where she belongs. She wasn't abused by both of her parents, but I still can't believe she killed them in cold blood. Now that's what everybody's talking about: a cold, calculates sociopath with no remorse for what she did and had felt no empathy. Sarah Johnson will always be remembered as a bad woman with a selfish ego. And if all types of homicides (matricide, fratricide, and/or parricide) continue to increase, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.


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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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The Ghost I Knew

Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand 
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.


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Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?


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Gene, Gene, the Singing Machine

(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. ---


You fancied yourself a singer,
and indeed you were.
What songs we heard from you
you had made your own,
and you gave them freely
to all who would listen
(though we were just a few
who were, at times, inattentive.)
Time and remembrance may color
the images you left behind,
and the sentimental songs
you sang (and scribed on silver disks 
for us to hear when, and if, we will)
may prod us to recall
your willful, dour demeanor
which could bloom into benevolence
or darken further in stormy sneers
at tardiness, or at perceived
maltreatment of any sort.
You were your own arbiter of behavior
who kept before you expectations
of what was appropriate, for yourself
and for us, the others of your kind.
We were few (still fewer now),
who flocked together on occasion
to celebrate, in quiet fashion,
whatever anniversary we chose --
perhaps your passing date
will become another to be marked.
And your voice, reproduced mechanically,
amplified, may remind us of our loss,
and of yours.  


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May 4th

Frustration
Confusion
Panic
Rage
Violance
Death
May 4th is still alive.


Details | Bio | |

My Teacher



            ********

The Lord is My teacher
He Shepherds Me to the Path
He takes' all my worry away!
           --------
He Shines the path to the Light
He also, help's Me to sleep at night
           --------
My fear's are of a need to cry
Yet, and still He severs' My fears'
And tempests My Soul
As My blood suddenly began
To run Cold
            --------
He severs' My Soul
When I am confound in Lost
He subjugates' My past
       And makes life a
Meaningful wonder task
And I did not have to ask?
            --------
He keeps' Me from strife
Deceit and plunder
            --------
He sub-side all of My feelings'
And this is no wonder...
            --------
Even though He had carried
His Cross on His own
He never forsake Me
He never left Me alone
           - Fore -
I am but one of His legion
And He was but,
The One and only begotten Son
He was the baby Child Jesus
The Lord and Holy One!
I shall treasure Him
Threw out the day's of my life!


                    GF


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Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.


Details | Elegy | |

Anniversary Blues

O to fade! To pass! To sleep! To die!
     To live! To listen and not to speak:
Perchance some alternate reality
        Is all my melancholy does seek.
The thunderclap of Tawhiri raging
     Can efface not this posthumous scroll,
Nor silence a loving fool's exhortations
 Unwept and undead on this foreign knoll

My heart alas, divided against itself,
     Knows not what to say or what to feel,
And with ponderous words recited
      I'm forced your resting place to kneel:
Some final absolutions shared alone -
     Cold wind and rain upon my brow and cuff:
Judge not your unrehabilitated son - I am
       Who I am, and have been judged enough

We are but the quick and the dead;
     And, just or unjust, no keeper of time!
O tell, what sin was imputed to you?
    What concealed unspoken law or crime?
And what palsy so dark the lamps
     Of Heaven and Earth burn less bright?
Do we in this realm find peace,
      Or is Death's victory our only respite?

Only in unbroken sleep will I know
     The peace of mine own circumventions:
Nay, I no longer exhume the past -
       It rebukes all my searching questions.
From umbilical dawn to end of days
     I failed you - I added unto your woe:
In life and death there comes a time
      When to hold on and when to let go

May your life and times early passed
       Live on in the heart that lives in me:
For in all the silent screams below
     Is mine own howl in mine own vanity!
As I pen this ode the charcoal sky
     Has communicated more than I can tell:
No loss, no sorrow, no love unfeigned
        Can unring that breathless tolling bell

                 -----------------

Dedicated to JT.


Tawhiri is the Maori god of thunder.


July 1991




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A Halloween Scene: The Morning After

I hope you slept well. I hope you slept tight
I hope the creepy crawlies didn't come in the night
Did you open your eyes? Did you take in the sight
Of a hovering figure, pale and white?

Did you feel the cold breath? Did you feel the sharp bite?
Did the moaning and screaming give you a fright?
Did you show all your fear? Did you hide in the light?
As your wide eyes and shivering make them excite.

Did you hear from outdoors, victims’ helpless calls?
Did you hear your name echo outside in the halls?
Did you feel the cold slime 'drip - drip' on your head?
Did you notice the finger tips crawl round your bed?

Were there hand prints and puddles the colour of red?
Were there blood trails of foot prints from the undead?
If you woke up and saw none of what I just said
I'm sure they'll return to your dreams instead

That night may be over but there'll be many more
The undead do not rest; it's what they live for
They thrive on the hunt with a dribbling jaw
So keep your ears open for that creak of your door

Watch for the long fingers that be unforeseen
That creep round the corner, all scaly and green
I'm just happy I lived to tell the tales I've seen
I just hope you all had a Happy Halloween.


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Alone Now Am I


                                         Alone now am I
                                         Missing you more than any 
                                         words could convey,
                                         In my heart ,you'll always  stay.
                                         
                                         Above the clouds ,you now reside,
                                         With the Lord ,you now sit beside.

                                         When my time is over, and the 
                                         angels come,
                                         I'll fly to you my love.

                                         Memorial for the first 
                                         anniversary of his death.
                                         
                                        C 2012 Anne rutherford


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A Halloween Scene

Close your windows; draw the blinds as day turns into night
Shut your door and wrap up warm with a bedside table light

Close your eyes and try to sleep but also stay aware
As what may happen in the night could seem like a nightmare

You'll start to hear the sounds of souls, moaning cries and screams
You sneak a peek around yourself but nothing is as it seems

From the ceiling drip by drip and down the walls it flows
Pools of blood soaked in the rug to ooze between your toes

Ghastly ghouls and grimacing ghosts trapped within their doom
Creep and crawl under your bed and float around your room

They'll slide over your covers and slither in-between
As they wriggle to whisper in your ear...

Have a happy Hallowe'en!!!


Details | Lyric | |

Tea Time

Love in your bones, perfection, divine, a wandering heart pure is thine?
A moment in time, immaculate, sensual, alive, we align.
A mass of vibrating energy combines.
Lost here, safe there, warm dear?
Our love melts crippling fear.
There is no divide. No moon owns this colorful tide.
So now we jump! 
Inside my manic depressive ride.
Will I? can I? Abide? to society now, I have a bride?
Shirtless, shoeless, beard is long, happy am I.
Fear not, even King Kong.
Wife at home, smoking tea and high.
Jesus Christ! I sigh. sigh. sigh..
You pinned my soul, my thoughts and I..... 
Dreamed to die.
My, my, my.
Your cold hard shell.
I loved you then and wished you well.
A living breathing tree did fell.
Is it cold in this, your damp black cell?
Silence.....
Now. 
For this happy fat sow.
Expectations melted, I chose, I allow.
By camp fire I love. I warm, with stars above.
Tea in hand, lying back, to know someday I will love.
I toke on tea, enjoying my smoke. I love it here, so real. 
Remote.
For me, for me, I toast, I joke, this bloke owns nothing.
Sorry. I lied. Frothing. I do own something this lovely green smoke.
You strive for things, material and plastic, a waste of energy, I think, a joke.
Funny you see? means nothing to me, like you I wrote.
Happiness is. So very near, its here, shockingly clear.
Your mind, your head, to freely choose.
Before your old and dead, dead, dead.
















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Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey -- shaped as his top hat

                                  


Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
                                 _______________________                                                
                                     l      l      l       l        l 
                                     ya' put your red flag in
                                                  ya'
                                      put your red flag out
                                                  ya'
                                       put your red flag in
                                               and ya'
                                       shake it all around.
                                       *           *          *
                                  ya' stop this hocus pocus
                              and we'll turn this thing around
                                end war's what it's all about!


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Churchbell

Bones of rotting timbre mimic 
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor 
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under 
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under 
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful  few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at 
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to 
laugh as they choke.



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Ons almal sterf alleen

'n Oomblik waardig van afsondering
'n Vreemdeling nie deur ander gesien
Is ons die verlate?
Is ons die verlater?
Lewe in die nag om sy wreedheid te skuil
Hul gesigte belig die skerms
Die rykes maak geld uit dié oorlog
Die sterftesyfer styg
Nog 'n verraaier
Die leuenaar, die patriot
Hoeveel leuens, hoeveel sterftes
Afgemaai soos 'n lam wat geslag word
Nog 'n spook vir jou verlede
Nog 'n gelowige, nog 'n slagoffer
Ken nie die pad van die tou na die vloer
Kyk in die gesig van die wat jou verraai
Jy is die gejagte, die slagoffer, die prooi en die vervalle
Ons sterf almal alleen.


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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


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Bahrain in Blood

Another example of Western hypocrisy,
Is Bahrain where they claim "Democracy",

A self-designed "Democracy" of dictatorship,
Which actually started from a pirate-ship,

In history you will find that some pirates,
Who were the robbery and theft laureates,

Through cheating, fraud and deception,
Killings, aggression and corruption,

They came into power to abuse everyone,
Before was with sword and now is with the gun,

They thought that their kingdom will last,
Because of their savagery, which is vast,

Did not imagine that they would be faced,
With people's protests and be disgraced,

And that the whole world will come to know,
About the truth of Bahraini Kingdom's show,

This show is about the killings and rapes,
Bodies with signs of torture and scrapes,

Children, men or women have no difference,
In receiving this torture for-instance,

They raid the houses with troops anytime,
And become altogether partners in crime,

The news are filled with photos of tortures,
But Western governments are just the watchers

They have no movement or any gestures,
Perhaps they're waiting to eat like "Vultures",

West have been playing "Divide and Rule",
Thats how they fight with this tool,

But they couldn't start a Shia-Sunni fight,
So they created "Takfiris" or "Salafis", despite,

Now they just sit back and enjoy the show,
Because they sowed this decades ago,

 O' Muslims! We must wakeup and realize,
Or we will, from earth, vanish, otherwise,

O' People of Bahrain we are with you by heart,
Every hurdle has a comfort in a part,

Even though it is Eid, tears are dropping,
As if the humanity is itself plopping.


Eid is a word for Muslims happy celebrations specially after Ramadhan. The Bahraini people are facing aggression and brutality of Bahrain's government forces since many decades. 

From the book "Take Your freedom" 2013
Available at www.amazon.com







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Never Look Away


                                                                                      Armistice day, 2012.
                               Never Look Away

Remember, remember,
11th November,
No more gunpowder,
Gas screaming rot.

Remember this day,
Never again,
And tomorrow those who fell we forgot.

Remember, remember, remember.


                              David Nickle Read   


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DISTANCE BETWEEN FATHER AND SON

I wish dad had been more affectionate
like other fathers who made their sons proud,
guided them through life's long phases 
with the same strength and certitude they had;
I looked at him and saw austerity on his face,
not expressing love for a timid child with a voice without wit.



And the unspoken word created a distance between father and son,
pulling me further and further from him until I felt numb and vain...
I couldn't say to him what my dream was, or what I tried to achieve;  
and rambling from place to place, I became that rolling stone  
kicked by all on a busy road and lying in mud after a hard rain...
I wept in silent rage, he heard it often, but let me grieve! 



Was it his selfish ego...not to let love show without shedding a single tear?
Should love have restrictions...not being equally shared by boys and girls? 
And on every anniversary, that vision of stern father and sad boy returns...
I loved dad and he knew why I hated the way he kept his affection from me,
and instead of getting a hug today, I write an elegy for his tomb under a pine tree;
o father, I wanted to embrace you and honor you by breaking that barrier of fear! 


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Death in the Family

Curious lights flash through the door, 
Strange beckonings leave you wanting more.
Drawn to the lights you step outside,
Into the night where danger may hide.

Striding boldly you search for the source,
Stepping lively you determine your course.
Every step brings you nearer,
While your surroundings grow ever stranger.

Dazzling lights flash in the darkness,
Showing garish flashes of horrid harshness.
Steps grow timid, but much faster,
To avoid unknown disaster.

The devil dances just out of sight,
Cackling at his fortune this ghastly night.
The darkness fades with the sunrise,
Revealing the morbid cast of Death and Demise.

Then time passes and small things change,
But the cries of sirens you never heard still cry,
Never silenced within your brain,
Ever crying out the day that you began to die.


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STILL WALKING AND BREATHING

It's sad to reminisce the memory of those
who have long left our world without a chance for goodbyes....
I was left behind for an unexplainable reason
to fulfill a task with a true purpose;
and still walking and breathing I go on,
gathering tiny fragments of stories never told by writers.



Sometimes I tell myself," Why was I continuously spared?"
" Why do I have to be the last one to leave?" 
Those answers will be given to me when I'll grieve,
and close to death : I will hear them through the voice of the Lord. 
And instead of receiving comfort, I will generously give it...
even to the enemy who once despised my honesty; 
and coexisting with everyone, I will uphold my ethical code and go forth,
not cogitating the mystery of my unblemished identity.



Many before me have achieved this by resisting change,
not adapting to the new moralities dictated by society,
but the result was too tragic and gruesome for all to accept reality;
and as lepers with open wounds, they still indulged in pleasure,
hiding their disease with canning lies and eloquent flair....
I would cut off my own hands, rather than share the unclean thing!  



And still walking and breathing, my arduous mission must be complete:
neither ridicule nor contemptible looks will make me put my rod away!
I'll stick to my convictions and move on to delight in another blessed day,
and as bewildered as they may be, I refuse to be compassionate...
they must understand the purpose of my birth,
identify those works and deeds that give me worth,
then the outcome wouldn't be short of a miracle;
and ebullient as they appear, I suspect they will tremble!



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Happy Birthday, Baby

Happy Birthday, baby,
This is the first year you would be
Alive and happy
Dwelling here with me…

I would have taken care of you,
Before your early flight
But on that fridged morn
My daytime gave way to night 

I know that you’re with Jesus now
You’re not the one grieving any more
You have it made better than I could give
On that bright heavenly shore

You have a better birthday gift
Than I could ever give
You are walking now on streets of gold
Forever you will live

Some how that does not change the fact
About how I miss you so
But still I know I love you
This, I wanted you to know

Enjoy your birthday, now my child
Give Jesus a hug for me
Walk with Him, now let me know some how
That you still are thinking of me….

So happy birthday, baby
Though you are not a baby anymore
You have the best present anyone could give
By walking on that golden shore.


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THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

Shush be calm, it’s okay I’m right here,
You’re hugging my pillow and shedding a tear

You have my memory and I feel your heart,
Always forever till death do us part.

We’ll always have Paris and the empire state building
Watching the Bulls and the yankees out fielding 

But there’s nothing like kissing and the shared living touch,
and the holding of hands that we loved so much.

The smell of your perfume at the end of a day
Knowing that just before work we had shower play

Making love in the moon light the sun and the rain
The memories of beach the car and the plane

Running naked through sand dunes and chasing the sun
Naked moon bathing naming stars just for fun

It was always and only about just you and me,
And it always and shall be for eternity.

 Please don’t go just yet I have something to say
Then you can let my balloon float away

I thought I knew love and knew what to do
But it all went so wrong when I met you

My wires got crossed an my thinking went wonky
My smarts all went south on a pantomime donkey

But now that I’m gone I don’t want you to worry
I don’t want you to rush to get here in a hurry

It’s all down to you now to play and explore
Before you join my photo in our sons bottom draw

Thank you for sharing your life and your love
I’ll be watching you always from the blue skies above

From the wind in your hair to the moon in your eyes
 From the warmth of the sun and the sea and the skies

Feel loved and not spied on, I want your sprit to fly
I can’t live with the thought of making you cry.


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American Heart

America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it’s home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart


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The Death of Osama Bin Laden

It's been almost a decade since Osama Bin Laden destroyed the twin towers in New york
City, and killed the ones (men, women, and children) who've lost their lives. He's the
reason why the United States of America was haunted on September 11, 2001. He's also the
reason why thousands of Americans in New York City, are dead. But now that Bin Laden is
dead, thanks to President Obama and the U.S. Military, we, as good Americans, can breathe
a sigh of relief. What still bugs us the most about Osama Bin Laden is when he had full
hatred towards us hard-working Americans and he was so sick of us. That's what Bin Laden
gets when he messed with the United States of America. He never should've killed thousands
of people almost ten years ago and he never should've told his men to destroy the World
Trade Center in New York City. We will let God decide what to do with Bin Laden. Why?
Because if the U.S. authorities don't get to Bin Laden of Al-Queda, the the ones who he
had killed and the survivors and victims of 9/11 will. And this time, no terrorist will
ever take the fall for the evil late Osama Bin Laden. May he burn in the giant pit of
inferno for all eternity and for the murders of 1,000+ Americans on Tuesday, September 11,
2001.


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The Death of Laci Rocha-Peterson

It's been almost ten years to December 2002 since Laci Rocha-Peterson and her unborn son were killed by her loser husband, Scott Peterson. This case has haunted the lives of all of the citizens of a California town called Modesto; just outside of San Francisco. It seems that Laci's life was ended permanently too soon, especially when she had planned on giving birth to Scott's first born son, Connor. Both of her parents (her mom and step-dad) were angry, her brother was also angry and dismayed, the people were shocked and disgusted, and so on. Scott Peterson was afraid to be a father, that he never wanted to spend the rest of his so-called "life" with his late wife, and, on top of all that, Mr. Peterson was also afraid that his late wife, Laci, would find about his love affair with another woman named Amber Frey, so he killed her as a cowardly act. Laci Rocha-Peterson and her first born son really didn't deserve to die by the hands of her own husband, their own flesh and blood. She and her son had a whole life ahead of them, especially when her son, Connor, was about to begin the first day of school and stuff. But now that baby Connor and her mother are not on planet Earth and in heaven now, their family members, especially her parents and his grandparents, are still in a depressive mode. What kind of human being would want to dump his or her spouse in a body of water, let alone the San Francisco Bay? Who does that? The media, including the CBS Network, Nancy Grace, and the San Francisco Post were all over the Laci Peterson case, especially when everybody knew that Scott Peterson Selfishly killed his own wife and unborn son. What a coward he is and/or was. Scott may have had all of the ones he loved fooled, but when he walks into the death chamber and is executed by lethal injection, God will decide his punishment. And when He does, Scott Peterson will pay for what he did to his wife and own son, his own flesh and blood. The spirits of Laci Rocha-Peterson and her son will live on in their relatives' lives and through the hearts of the ones who knew her. May she and her son rest in peace.


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The Great War

Scores of suffering stalwart soldiers stand steadfast in scarlet-soaked soil ----------------- (C) John C Michaels, 2014 Submitted on the centenary of The Great War (4th August 2014), in memory of the sacrifice of those who are no longer with us and to whom we owe so much.


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Chris and Chelsea

Chris and Chelsea
          For their death anniversary 

Buried together
With roses lined with love
From family who couldn't hold their tears.

Never did he think he could survive
Without Chelsea by his side,
He must have her.

A life was taken for his true love
and her engagement ring
That was a gift on the night of her unexpected death
Was given to a close friend,
"Don't let your love go. Don't let her leave. Give this to her."
Chris spoke softly.

The next day he was gone,
Buried six feet under he lays
With his love.


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Lost Valentine

“She was mine” was all he thought
His spark was gone, forever had seemed so long
The gleam in his eye, dulled as days went by
He’d been trying hard to carry on, she was two months gone
He could no longer cry, all life was now, was a lie
His sadness growing deeper, as the world continued to fly by
His girl was gone now, his reason and purpose no longer around
For years he cared, he couldn’t show, but those actions spoke louder than any words 
she would’ve known
His poor tired soul began to appear on his face
His heart numb from losing the one love that who with, his life had begun
Now it was his time to start, for in his heart, he knew……
They wouldn’t be far apart.

                                                    Dedicated to the memory of my Grandparents
                                                      William Lee Neeland Sr. 02/22/27 – 07/10/04
                                                     Pauline Sue Neeland         07/27/46 - 12/24/03
with all my love, #2


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In Waiting

You are gone from us
But we are never alone.
We gather here now
To lay down your stone.

One of remembrance
One to mark your resting place
You will never be forgotten.
Memories nothing can ever erase
No one will ever forget
Your sweet embrace.
We can not forget
Your shining face.

The path of White Light
Came to bring you home
We listen for your voice
Descending from the whispering dome.

‘Twas not more than this
Eight moons since your pass
Unto the beauty unknown
You have entered sweet bliss
Where all shall forever last
To see our King sit upon His throne.

For you were to all
Such sweet company
The joy of your face
Curls of such mahogany.

We all hope to see
You awaiting us some day
Arms outstretched in longing
On the beach of an emerald bay.

We are in longing
As we lay down your stone
To see you again
In a world He calls His own.


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My Reply to Your Suicide Note

You're my favorite character
In a book that ended abruptly,
Remember our wild laughter
It's a lollapalooza interrupted.

I looked for the next book in your series,
But I discovered there was no more,
I cannot find any peace or rest,
Without some kind of closure.

It's just cruel and unfair,
You thought no one would care,
BUT I DO,
God created you perfectly,
That's all I could see
because I always loved you.


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VOYAGES OF AN EXTRAORDINARY MAN

He was born in Genoa,
and his mother was Susanna;
and he set sail at the age of fourteen,
to begin a new exploration age!
His father Domenico
gave him inspiration and courage...
while his three brothers:  Giacomo,
Bartolomeo and Giovanni ventured with him
on his long and dangerous voyages,
and accused of many atrocities...
they were sent back to Spain in chains!
A visionary with an extraordinary man's ego, 
followed in the footsteps of Marco Polo...
and in his final days, he died a disappointed man! 


 
 
 


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A Personal Letter From the Nine-Eleven Shrine

So you who ran that day
Have returned at last
To be the heroes of my death
And what would you say to my face
If after your pious words like apples are poured
Into the smoke and dust where I rot
There was a ressurection
And no more room for regret
How would your life unwind
All the opportunities and liberties
You took of my unexpected demise?
You see now why I could not weep
For me, or them who killed me
And sacrificed stupidly the only pawn they had
This ground is wet with tears for you
Still corroding in my misery


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Fallen Heroes

You remember fallen heroes who died in
 the first and second world wars
Fighters were united and fought above
 political, tribal and racial grounds
Brought forth peace and freedom 
 which we enjoy
Hence, do not water down their efforts
 and encourage unneccessary wars
Preserve peace and pray against 
 rumours of wars
Caananites were conquered 
 due to their undesirable mentality
To the Almighty and surrounding
  nations
Israelites were engaged into battlefieLd
 to get rid of enemies
Israelites acted well in repelling enemies
 and did not sit with hands crossed when faced
 by attacks 
and enemies that came within range
  were slain
Actually ISRAEL of old defended civilians and their
 property from harm and danger
Nowadays appetite for new disputes have
 sparked latest surge in violence
Mostly the essence of war is over 
 trivial matters
Escalation in tensions among nations is  
 an going phenomena

DAILY:In military labs creating various kinds
 of fixed, mobile,  tactical
 long-range radars and roadside bombs,
automatic rifles and airborne electronic surveillance
 systems,unmanned aircraft, missiles 
and artillery systems, mortars and rockets;
FOR MASS DESTRUCTION-KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE:
 killing civilians in aerial and ground bombardments__
  and luck ones fleeing the most appalling persecutions 
    and bloodshed!


chipepo lwele
*Dedicated to fallen heroes


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Gone But Not Forgotten


well
today
your birthday
reminded me
one more year had passed
without you here
i love you
always
will



3/26/2012
for Joann's contest: Ninette
free verse


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The Order of Life

I'm really tired. 
Sorry that my creative juices are not flowing today.
Today is not the day.
 I'm just ready to hit the hay. 

Days upon days, it seems that I lag to say: Have a good day!
Perhaps tomorrow will be a different kind of day, 
where we sing songs about how Love Is Here To Stay? 
We should all be thankful how we live an ordinary life, almost every single day. 

Not counting the extra hours of sleep, especially on a holiday. 
What day is it today? 
Do you remember the phrases, quotes, lyrics, and cute things we say?
I know I'm asking much, but please hear the words I'm about to say: 
Will you be the one for me, the one who will love me on that special day?
Be my amor on Valentine's Day? Spend the rest of your life with me almost everyday? 

Experience all the joy and sadness whatever comes our way? 
Come What May? Or do you want to change the date to May?
But here you lay. In the Stone Garden I always pray, that we will soon meet, together, forever, celebrating A New Day.


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Euphorianah'

The sapphire sun of what-were dreams
Setting in the forsaken east
My winters' desperation clung to your silent voice
Let death be a choice
Dusk revealed your truest nature
Before her argentine eyes
'Tis the darkest of tragedies, romances' maladies
Let your forgiveness be la Vie In this frozen air
The wings of my deepest despairs

Friend or foe?
The dagger close to my heart--
If your forgiveness is nigh
Let me know--or is this all a lie

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

The winterwind tears carress me
With whispers, (of) Someone I Once knew
Calming the fears inside
But the pain remains
--hallcunary rains 

Dreams fading with the Enya in your eyes
With the darkness of your hands
The silverfears of the pale moon
Shine on you

Lilyheart swain 
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah

Your eyes search for mine
Oh how they shine, blue 
Sacrdice has a price
Heaven is calling us tonight

Cursed In shadowed illusions
Shall we dance?
Would there be a chance
Euphorinah 
Forgive me now
I will rip out every nail 
Of your coffin
I don't care if it's God it will offend

Lilyheart Swain
Please don't give into your pain
You hold my soul on Eden's Edge

Your innocent flesh
Cradled in my broken arms
Forever you will be mine, forever you will stay
The snow caressing us as we tangle in deathly embrace
This darkness fades into amber innocence 
Hatred no longer exists
Forgive me
Come back my only
Euphorianah


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My Icy Grave

My name is Paul, a boy of sixteen years when the Titanic became my icy grave. To the ocean floor, I drowned with dreams and fears, like my dad, a fisherman, lost in the waves. When we boarded the ship, my mother heard cries. A premonition dismissed with hopes and sighs. In a half-empty lifeboat, denied a seat, my destiny to die but not in defeat. Mother begged for my life then returned to die with me. Half empty lifeboats floated as the band played a hymm. Angels descended on mother and son in the cold sea and carried us to my father in Heaven's bosom. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 10, 2012 for My Heart Will Go On and On contest ( Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver) Fourth Place *A Rispetto and a Quatrain


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A Soldiers Salute

Bombs keep on falling
Bullets keep flying
No matter how brave
Our soldiers are dying

Held in their trenches
Under the rain
With photos of families
Mixed memories and pain

Marching through fields
Thinking of home
And if there'll ever be peace
On our troublesome dome

Beyond the horizon
They hope for the door
To enter their home
And behind leave the war

Wives all indoors
Thinking the worst
Individually hoping
Not to be cursed

Hoping for peace
Through the flight of a dove
Praying to God
The safe return of their love

One minute of silence
Is what they may say
Though it seems not enough
For the price they do pay

Love, Thanks and Respect
Seems the only way
To salute our brave soldiers
On their remembrance day.


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Fifty Years

A pillbox hat, a suit of pink,
The blood and all the tears;
That small salute, so solemn – 
Is it really fifty years?

A swearing-in, a widow’s face
Behind a netted veil;
The coffin in a hearse and then
The bugle’s lonely wail.

The anniversary today
Demands that we take note
Of innocence and what was lost
In times that seem remote.


Details | I do not know? | |

this day

a loaded day,

there are no words--

just the welling of tears.





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Y.AE.CH


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For My Dearest Love Jacob

     The dark black sky it glimmers,
     Brighter than the Sun.
     I look around this broken world
(I) see your the only one.
     When all the strength escapes earths roots,
     And floats out past the sea.
     And when the ground below me breaks 
     I know you'll carry me.
     All my hope is buried deep,
     Not just beneath the skin.
     But deep within my soul it lays
     Inspiring my pen.
     This Love I feel embraces me
     The black sky wraps me tight.
     Because of your bright shining eyes
     I know I'll sleep tonight


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Capital Carnage

Remember, Remember, the 7th of July,
When seven explosions decided who’d die .
As underground stations were bombed into hell,
To fulfil the sick plans of a terrorist cell.

Remember the slaughter, destruction and pain,
And the people who'll not see their families again.
Remember the ones who are injured for life,
Who’ll carry their scars through a lifetime of strife.

Remember that people can be so pervert,
As to follow a cause and care not who they hurt.
Is this what's become of the whole human race?
The way some behave is a tragic disgrace.

We'll stand up for Country, for God, and for Queen,
And glorify all that is bloody obscene.
We don't give a damn for the carnage we cause,
As long as we think that we've backed the right horse.

Remember, remember, when London was bombed,
By terrorist bastards who sung their own song.
But it's not only them who are in evil's spell,
It's half of mankind who reside there as well.

Ivor G Davies

(This poem was written on the day during the aftermath of this carnage)


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Why?

Today is an anniversary for me, 
although there will be no smiles, no cheers, no congratulations. 
This is the anniversary where there are no words to say,
It's when I remember someone, who passed away. 

He was very close to me, 
let me open up to you, so you can see. 
He was the son of my mother, 
in other words, he was my brother.

Let me paint a picture for you of what we had,
but be warned, this is sad.
From the ages of 10 to 12, he said nothing, not even a mutter.
He was ridiculed by classmates, because he had a stutter. 

After that, life was a hard, scary dream.
One in which he had no confidence or self esteem.
All of this nightmare turned into a reality, 
because of our ignorance and brutality.

He grew up big and strong,
but you could see in his eyes, there is something wrong.
He was 6'2'' and had a body to envy
At age 22 he was what every man wanted to be.

He made himself that way, to have a protective shell,
under his skin, you could see he wasn't well.
He had so very many friends, that he did neglect,
he couldn't get close to people, he meant no disrespect.

He tried so hard at so many things, 
but at a young age, cruelty snipped his wings.
Inside he was afraid so he showed no expression,
looking back, I now see the face of deep depression.

I talked to him and said it's safe and sound,
so he gave it a chance and he came around.
One day he became the father,
of a very beautiful daughter.

His world revolved around his daughter and girlfriend,
but quickly things started to descend.
"Daddy I want you to be with me," 
but he couldn't, she was wealthy, and got full custody. 

I got a call at work, but orders are backing up you see,
I couldn't answer, all he wanted to say was "help me." 
In this world he saw only pain with no light, 
So he ended his life that fateful night.  

I want one more chance to answer that phone. 
I want one more chance to hug you when you come home.
I miss you more than my tears and words can say, 
I had you for 16 years, and for that I am grateful in every way,
When I pray, I will always ask for just one more day.
I miss and love you so much, I just wanted you to know that, ok.


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Victims of Sept 11

To the victims of 9/11
Whose souls are watching on from heaven
Know that your memory lives on
Forever, regardless how long you’ve been gone

As family and friends grow old
Their daily lives you still behold
As your spirit walks alongside, in silence
Hand in hand…always there for guidance

Your loved ones still feel your presence near
Memories and heartache still bring a tear
Abating are their feelings of guilt and hate
This was God’s will…for some reason this was your fate

Ten years have passed since the War began
The War on Terrorism…they had a plan
A decade on there’s not much to show
Except Bin Laden’s Death – an Al Qaeda blow

Nobody wants your deaths to be in vain
This horrendous tragedy forever a stain
In the hearts and minds of humankind
Surely though it’s time we put revenge behind.
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***I wrote this poem on the 10th Anniversary. Every anniversary feels as sad as the very first!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
©copyright Juanita Torr
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That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


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I Had a Dream





                                      I Had a Dream

                         I had a dream. Oh I had a dream.
                         I sat in a chair in despair thinking
                       of the love and memory of my mother.
     In my dream I built a stairway to heaven with tears to hug her.
              Halfway with out a sound or word in the silent skies
                              an angel appeared upon me.
                        It was a precious and beautiful site.
Oh! I said could you for me ask God to cross a rose and lilac together
to create a bush with large clusters of white, purple, and pink flowers
                             and the fragrance of memory
   And give it long green stems so it can stand free and gracefully.
        Also ask him to it a name, a special name ‘ Kollock ‘
          and let it represent never forgotten love and memories.
                       In my dream God did this for me,
                     and gave it to my mother as a gift from me






Details | I do not know? | |

If I Could Turn Back TIme

 
 
      The years have passed yet the emptiness lingers on
       All taken from us on that day forever now gone
       We still remember and we will always care
       Names so familiar to us yet spoken like a prayer
       All we have are images and memories of our loved ones
        Mother's, father's, sisters, brothers, daughters, and sons
        Six years have passed and we go on
        Six years have passed yet the war goes on
        When will we find closure to what happened that day
         When will we say their lives were not taken in vain
         We can't and will not forget that September day
         That bright sunny morning when in a flash life was changed for always
         So many hopes and dreams lost forever
         But in our hearts you will leave us never
         You belong to the country and the world since that day
          But how I wish I could turn back time and have you back with us here today.
        
           
         
          
          
         


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ELVIS AND PAVAROTTI

Elvis and Pavarotti,
   two attractive singers 
from different countries;
   and both sang divinely!
Elvis was " rock and roll "
   from Memphis,Tennessee;
and Pavarotti a tenor 
   from Modena, Italy!

Both made their mark in music
   singing harmony with gusto;
and at times, Elvis seemed eccentric...
  while Pavarotti a flamboyant maestro!

Legends are made of one's fancy,
   but these two were real;
delighting crowds with their charisma,
   and their lovely wives:
 Nicoletta and Priscilla  
    were there to cherish that thrill,
  to be a big part of their lives...
     even through joy and agony!

 Elvis and Pavarotti...
     names destined for immortality,
 and many  generations
    will be fascinated by their powerful voices;
 and like us, who heard them sing,
    they'll carry on their everlasting lagacy!          


        


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The Celebration Of Easter

Easter felicitations to everybody 
Calvary greetings to the brethren 
Greetings from him who journeyed to the cross 
Greetings from him whose blood was shed 
Calvary greetings from the throne of grace.

The blood of the lamb who was sacrificed 
The blood of him who is spotless of sins 
An atonement for the sins of all mankind 
For our sake he went to the tree on Calvary 
For our salvation he was crucified on the cross. 

We celebrate his death and resurrection 
By his death our sins were washed away 
By his resurrection eternal life is given 
He so loved the world that he gave his life 
For this he came down from his throne.

He was reproached and humiliated though Innocent 
He was forsaken to the cross by his own 
Nails piercing his hands and feet to the cross 
In his pains he was cajoled and ridiculed 
With passion and love he bore a shameful death. 

His bodily temple destroyed and he was buried 
Death he defeated and rose after three days 
He ascended into heaven and sent us a comforter 
The risen Christ is alive yes Christ lives forever 
At Easter we rejoice and commemorate his Victory.  


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On the Harbour She Stands

In her silk evening dress
On the harbour she stands
Looking out to the waters
That claimed her man

The sea was his life
Ever since he was a boy
To be a sailor
Was to be his pride and joy

He made the grade
Through naval school
He was brought up to understand
That the sea can be cruel

Then one night
In the Pentland Firth
The sea was about to show
Its almighty worth

A force nine storm
From the North Sea heads
As his ship was cast
Onto Dunnett Head

No prisoners were taken
This November night
Smashed to smithereens
As she disappeared from sight

The very next morning
The sea was calm and quiet
A difference of hours
From the previous nights riot

Along the rocky shoreline
Bodies were washed up
Bruised and battered
In deathly abrupt

In twisted grace
Her man was found
Amongst the ship he adored
In wreckage surround

On the anniversary of her loss
On the harbour she stands
Looking out to the waters
That claimed her man




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-4.php


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Our Park

Sublime winter wind
dripping icicles on the bench-
where we first met-
our first treasured kiss,
subtle and sweet-
just like the lake's frozen serenity
and the blue jay's soft hum
reminding us of our youth-
pure, adventurous,
no worry.
But even the bark now has faded
and our smiles eventually frown,
the haunted branches remind us only of what happened.
Even the blue jay now remains perked upon the crooked branch,
clinging for his life while the others flew south a long time ago.
Winter's kiss was now a curse-
never changing-
fixed time.
And this curse is my every day,
you're presence vanished,
leaving me in the cold,
on this half-frozen bench,
where the tree's roots reach 
and the swans once danced-
heaven's clouds burden my torn soul
yet through all the misery,
all the memories we created,
I come here now to visit
I come here to feel you're comfort
they say your duties remain where you felt most at home
and with you it's haunting 
our park.

http://www.anewmorning.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/winter_photo_landscape.jpg





Details | I do not know? | |

Candle in the Wind

I've made this trip 1000 times,
For better or for worse,
This wooden bench that wore my spine,
Is where we had our first...
This cupcake and a candle,
Is the most that I could carry,
To celebrate the life we spent,
Everyday that we were married...
In spirit you still have a home,
To lay and rest your head,
Although it feels like Im alone,
I can feel you in my bed...
Every picture has a deeper meaning,
Than it ever did before,
So I look for you in every dream,
Until I cant cry anymore...
And the candle left a year ago,
Leaves me without a doubt,
That when the wind decides to blow,
It is you who blew it out...


Details | Free verse | |

September 9, 2001

September 9, 2001

I was only five
When I learned what a terrorist was.

Sitting in class
Talking to tiny Ben
When the teacher from across the hall
Busted through the large wood door.

Her eyes were in tears
As she pulled Ms. Martin out,
Everyone was silent.

We listened intensely 
To hear the news she was given,
But no one could make out a word of it.

Ms. Martin walked back in slowly,
With a face of terror and depression.

No one dared to say a word.

A large, deep breath was taken
Before she finally spoke,
"Kids, it seems an airplane was taken by terrorist... They crashed it into one of the Twin Towers... Everyone is dead."

My heart skipped a beat,
My breathing stopped.

I looked at Ben,
Ben looked at me 
With eyes of question.

I stood up
and hugged Ms. Martin,
She cried out 
With grief and sadness.

I wasn't really sure why she was crying,
Maybe it was that the people died,
Perhaps she knew someone on the plane.

Fifteen years later,
Exactly,
Almost to the exact hour,
I sit here and write this remembrance.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Gone But Not Forgotten { Footle}

Laid Wreath
      Good Greif







In Loving Memory
Of Our Fallen


Details | Prose Poetry | |

These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!


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REMEMBRANCE of HARRIET HARRIS:

VERSE ONE:  
 
Christened as averred one Harriet Kuritsky on November 13th nineteen thirty five
     the youngest of four with only one brother
     whose exit from this world from a terminal illness she did not survive! 

The following emotions communicating heartfelt grief
practically vanquished as like my existence turned a new leaf!
 
A recurring abysmal grief stricken state
still consumes my entire being of late
these perpetual tears of sadness seem not to a-bate
since the grim reaper brandished scythe
     signature sign of a deadlocked fate!
 
Twas about 11:00 a.m. 2005 that third of May
     that our dearly beloved mother
     fought tooth and nail to keep death at bay 
(recounted by sisters who elected to remain on vigil that day)
nonetheless rigor mortis upper hand
     brought a (supposed) painless and swift death
     to her diseased and emaciated riddled body  gone lifeless and ashen gray!
 
This only heir still misses his mom more than plaintive words can spell
with his agonizingly pained heart and soul  that rents asunder this psyche pell-mell
no amount of weeping can quiet and quell!
 
Cathartic for me to give you a posthumous ode
conveyed in an easy to read poetic code
to accept finality & permanent loss only retrievable from nostalgic memories
     identified as that childhood home and favorite abode! 
 
VERSE TWO: 
 
Her cremated ashes still remain sealed in the same nondescript box
     white, powdery and chalk like material
     devoid of any vestigial semblance to her once living and vibrant self
     that unique persona pulverized and vaporized
     (housed former svelte and tall Arthur Murray ball-room dance teacher 
     a half century plus prior to demise
     which beauty, charm and grace quickly caught the attention of my father
     who courted and eventually proposed to this young flirt and tease of a gal)
     inert organic matter now represents sole residual embodiment 
     reduced to dust and near nothingness
     former corporeal being of blood, bone and flesh 
     weighing no more than a dozen hatch marks on the scale
     absence still bears down heavy like some millstone round the neck
     per  the black hole void created by defeat with Grim Reaper
     toward this woman who helped birth and nurse me into manhood
     momma’s only grown son still feels ripples of grievous sadness
     no matter the years of suppressed anger and rage
     in addition to emotional conflicts between us 
     which invariably wrought unpleasant relationship
     and a legacy of discord writ large across the tapestry of my life!
 


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Blinded on My Wedding Day

Convince that you are the one for me.

Persuaded that I am the one you need.

Deceived that you desire my love.

Refused to see the truth so I wait.

Believing that your heart is not filled with hate.

I cry for my Heart that I am not confused.

Praying to God that I am not just being used.

Blinded by the, Yes I will marry you!

Consumed by the, Will you marry me?

Walking down the aisle to meet my groom, didn't realize it was the day of my doom! 

Oh! What can I say. Blinded on My wedding Day.


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lighted fingers

our father, who art in heaven
hallowed be thy name thy kingdom come
a muttering chorus amidst the silence
as a firefly lands on my fingers

sending tribute to either god
or the soul that the unbelieving congregation mourns for
a constant mummer of your name in untouched hearts
a procession of empty prayers for the ashes

scattered in an urn of porcelain encased in
a shroud of guilt and confusion and shock
on this 3rd day of the 4th month
may the world weep for the
man they never knew.

the fireflies are burning in the air (are you there?)
breathing graves three feet under where my feet stand
where his no longer are
and no longer will
but oh— will you please come back?

come, may the light of these fireflies linger upon the
tears that fall from the empty. may
thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
may hopeless hope lift the ungrounded spirits of this
congregation of faithful cynics with steeled hearts and bolted minds.
and in this time and space of desperation—

give us this day our daily bread
it is only in these moments
that the entire world believes just for a moment that maybe
just maybe god will be there

and in that moment— that god must be there

the last slivers of thread as the fingers let go
forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us
but in our hearts a symphony of loathe and
hatred for everyone and everything
where blame is a burning firefly that refuses rest.

the light on my fingers is a faint flicker

lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil
that reigns in our blood but flows into grief
a multitude of concentrated desolation where
the firefly graves are in the hands of our people

for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory
and the stills moving in an endless wave as we walk away
an overwhelming voice of many voices
whispering the lords prayer

as we all did,
as we all one day do

now and forever—
(amen)

– – –

i watch you fade away into the darkness
shining eyes; lighted fingers
waving goodbye, ill be okay
retreating into the mist of the morning,

leaving me as wordless
as the god i once believed in

– – –

since youve gone away
ive started loving the world so much
all i ever want is to leave it

– – –

and so i whisper my final prayer, oh god–
if youre up there,
take me?


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Holocaust Day of Remembrance

Note:  Every year the government sets aside a Day of Remembrance for the 
Holocaust.  This year it is the first week of May.  Please share this with everyone so 
that none of us or our children ever forget.


They rounded us up one day in the rain
Herded us into a cattle-car train
We were just Jews, it was simple and plain
The pain – we must always remember

When the train stopped there were so many dead
Ushered into two groups, tears were all shed
Weak ones culled out and away they were led
That said – we must always remember

None of this ever has made any sense
Staying alive in good health our defense
We'd spend every day praying out by the fence
Consequence – we must always remember

At night we would gather and in silence we pray
Pray that we make it through one more day
What tomorrow would bring – no one could say
Today – we must always remember

Each morning we’d line up; they’d walk down the rows
Deciding who lives; deciding who goes
Each morning we’d pray that we weren’t one of those
God knows – we must always remember

And the stench in the camp from the ovens by noon
Reminded us all of our impending doom
Relief from this hell-hole could not come too soon
Repugn – we must always remember

There were thousands of us left back in the damp
In our bunks, in the ovens, or the cattle-car ramps
And surviving this ordeal left its own stamps
The camps – we must always remember

So each year we gather on Remembrance Day
To honor the loved ones who have passed away
And the horrible price that they had to pay
We pray – we will always remember


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Happy Birthday

A birthday present to my Gramps, Hugh McCorkidale Young.

Heaven has a place for you
Unswaying was your faith in such
Goodness always will shine through
Holding on to that has been my crutch

Many others knew you well
Cokey, heard of through the town
Countless tales they had to tell
Of all the men, you held the crown

Real though it is, it's hard to believe
Know as I do the ways of the world
In the fact that you could ever leave
Darkening my mind till my thoughts unfurled

Aloud, I cannot bring to bear
Lonely I must hold my heart
Even by myself I fear
Your absence will tear me apart

Onwards though the world must move
Unendingly your memory will stay
No-one has forgotten you
Gone though you are, you'll never fade.


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Pearl Harbor

Bury me not
In an old church plot
Back in my hometown
No, bury me
Beneath the sea
Where my Navy mates went down
Please take me back
To that day of attack
Pearl Harbor in 41
I’d like my remains
With all of those names
When my time is finally done
I fought beside
So many who died
There on that fateful day
Just grant me this
As my dying wish
That I rest where my shipmates still lay

Mdailey	12/7/11

There was an article in the local newspaper about Pearl Harbor survivors having their ashes buried there in the harbor.  I just had to write this poem.



Details | Narrative | |

IF CHRISTMAS DIDN'T EXIST

Imagine how sad December would seem
if Christmas didn't exist; only the chill
and wind would be felt through the frozen bones,
nobody would live in these northern, frigid zones. 


What was the true purpose of Jesus's birth?
Some even would say that it never occurred,
and why would the Magi travel long days
and nights to pay homage to the humblest of Kings?


It was prophesied by Isaiah in the Old testament and the Wise Men believed him,
following with awe the biggest and brightest star that they had ever seen;
and didn't it seem strange that God would choose those simple shepherds
to be the first to hear that message sung by a thousands of angels?


Wouldn't you be happy when a child cries out and enters life?
Wouldn't you celebrate that event with overwhelming joy and grace?
The same way Jesus entered this world to suffer and die,
and if Christmas didn't exist, who would remember who He was?


Wouldn't that envious angel, whom God expelled from Heaven with haste,
laugh loudly, knowing that we don't worship Him in spirit and faith? 
Fallen Angels are the eternal enemies of this Child, who atoned our sins
by paying with His precious blood...to vindicate the Devil's astute lies!


If Christmas didn't exist, some unbelievers would shout and rejoice,
happy to erase Christ's redemptive message from the earth's surface...
contradicting the Scriptures themselves and the Divinity behind it!
Didn't Herod the Great hate Jesus, fearing He would have become the new King?


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Mindful Thoughts from My Head

thoughts
How often I’ve  thought ,  I’ll just stay in bed...
But that’s for sick folks my mother said
So I’ll just linger a little while...
 And let  my memories make me smile..
My mother was strong and rather petite.....
And my father so strict...and yet so sweet..
They knew how difficult life could be...
And passed that on to my siblings and me....
As they had experience throughout their life..
With all the usual stress and strife..
And the pair of them taught us all so well....
Though the way we act sometimes you couldn’t tell..
The lessons  we learn from our parents you see...
Are what makes us special like you and me..
And as we grow and make our own way...
Leaving our homeland so far away....
Years later returning to the place where we were born...
To scatter their ashes amongst the Rose garden thorn...
Was across the sea we had to go..
The memories were already starting to flow...
As we stood  outside of the garden gate....
We heard Mother’s voice, so articulate...
 “ tea’s ready “....and Dad said I hope it’s Earl Grey...
It was then we realized this was the day..
As they were gone and you can never go back..
So we must face the fact....
Our mind plays the movies in our head...
So with that in  mind ..  guess  I’d better get out of bed..... 
earl grey tea


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911: Remember Their Pain

Each year we talk of  911, but time has made it less, my friend.
Have we already forgotten the holes in those lives it left behind?
Their family’s memories will last forever. A whole lifetime…

What if you’d been trapped in one of the towers, with them?
What would you have done while waiting for the end?
With smoke billowing from below, and the heat rising within.
The staircases and elevator shafts are crushed, you know…
There’re impassable. A few injured are with you, still?
Would you believe you’re going to die or live?
Would you hold hands with other survivors of the crash?
Would you wait a rescue from above? Would you pray to God?
Would you smile when others prayed in another language at your side?
Would you wait in silence? Would you simply cry?
Would you take your phone out and call the family, you love?
What would you say when you got them on the phone?
This may be the last time to talk with them, you know.
Would you ask your beloved to hold the phone, to hear the baby’s breath?
Could you even talk amid the tears and pain?
Would you share your phone, for others to do the same?
And when the building began to tremble and rock and fall… 
Would you cry out to God above?

No one above survived. A memory we must not forget.
But don’t forget the thoughts and prayers that were going on within…
Two hours of fear, hope, prayers and pain before the end…


Details | I do not know? | |

Us - Minus One

Today the strangers didn't come
In fact, no one did
The house was empty
And far too quiet
With just the ghosts of our past
Floating silently on the wind
as our only companions

I miss you dad.


Details | Bio | |

we can only Apologize

tears rolling down 
from behind my eyes
It almost feels foreign to me now
I'm not used to crying
like clockwork,on the anniversary 
of your death
They well up once more
what a waste of life
What a thoughtless way to go

What a mess it was, 
the way it unfolded
so much unsaid and left up in the air
just like a young Lover's relationship, abruptly ended
I stormed out 
without even a Goodbye
unaware someone 
would take your life
and standing above your box
We could only apologize


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | Free verse | |

Love,Life and Death

Life and death
Are mysterious things
You love a living one
in your Heart, 
By your heart 
You also  love a dead one
But in your Mind, in your memory
When your beloved is no more 
When she is dead
Your love shifts places
From Heart to Mind 
You want her corpse to be removed
as soon as possible 
and buried, burnt in fire
Or left to the vultures
depending on what last ceremonial plan
 you believed in 
and chose to perform
Living ones are loved 
Dead ones too 
but death is so scary 
that whenever someone dies
one tries to get rid of him atonce!


Details | Rhyme | |

Frozen

JFK will always be
The way that we remember,
Never getting older than
That long-ago November.

In our minds we see him with
That shock of ginger hair;
There never was the chance
For any gray to nestle there.

He had no time to stoop or sag
Or sport those old-age spots.
When women see his picture,
Quite a few still get the hots.

When someone’s life is cut so short,
His face, to us, is frozen,
Most probably in just the way
He might himself have chosen.

So when we think of JFK,
His smiling image sticks.
Though fifty years have come and gone,
He’s still just forty-six.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Following of the Pipes

On this cold winter night
A horror unfurls
As they leave their trenches
Under the Bagpipes skirl

It's Christmas Eve
In World War One
Over the top they leave
The killing has begun

Knee deep in mud
Barbed wire and bodies
The piper laments
Their bravery embodied

To march into battle
With their weapon of pipes
Whilst bullets and bombs
Leave the theatre in strife

Onward they march
Turning men into hero's
The battle of the Somme
Last centuries ground zero
 
What makes such a man
To enter a war
His weapon of music
That they follow him for

Amongst the men that fall
Others pick up their guns
When the piper falls
Their is no one

On this cold Christmas Day
The horrors have been unfurled
As one looks over the trenches
To a different world

But the very next day
In the distance you will hear
The sound of the Scottish Bagpipes
Leaving their enemy in fear



        In memory to all who fell at Christmas time, and especially to the pipers
who used music as their weapon, we will remember them, as all will be remembered




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php




Details | Chastushka | |

E I N S T E I N S D R E A R Y

      
  EINSTEIN’S DREARY

People are always asking why
Why do you yearn to set afire the sky?
They ask my empty voice for a rapid reply
Yet they might as well ask me “why I can’t fly?

In the center of every hollow sentence is something they imply
And after all these years they still ask why I like to get high
It’s a simple equation much like two plus two equals four
And I like taking drugs because too many people are a bore 

They either are bores, whores and all cause me to snore
They all know facts and figures but I know far more
For instance I know that if a person says “I’ve never cried” it’s a lie
And “no” despite your inane question I cannot fly

So stop asking me for advice, solutions or the key to everlasting love
That’s a question you must deliver to someone above
Einstein’s up there and can spoon-feed you the answers you require
While all I yearn to do is set the god-d*mned sky on fire
       © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~



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My Pa







Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !


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The Day the Crows Came

There lies in Salem
An abandoned church
It's outer walls
Blackened to black
 
The story behind this
Goes back many years
In the witches trials
17th century fears
 
Two courts
Convicted twenty nine people
Nineteen were hanged
From high, like a steeple
 
On the day they were hanged
As witches they were tamed
The skies above became black
Its the day the crows came
 
The church became shadowed
Under their mass in the sky
Lured by the nineteen
Who were hung out to dry
 
What did they do
To be become so feared
In these days of the past
When anybody could be smeared
 
Every year
Is exactly the same
The skies become black
The day the crows came
 


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-7.php


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I'll Never Forget


i’ll never forget…
the September skies, wrapping
innocent spirits


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Halloween

That spooky time of year
Creeps up upon us, again
We celebrate death, goblins,
and evil things
We might as well celebrate
Taxes 
If we are to celebrate creepy things.


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blake

to think he finally found his answer to 
releif,
would only leave pain and greif.
to end his own suffering and 
pain.
what would friends and family have to gain?
his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations.
suicide was not tha answer,
if he only knew he shoulda been thankful.
what he went through was horrible 
yes
but staying possitive was tha 
test.
everything happens for a reason,
to find strength in god to breathe another season.
this was not destiny nor 
fate.
he had a whole life ahead of him now its to
late.
now near a casket they sit at his wake.
maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone
instead of taking a life in his own home..
Reach out your not alone
god has a purpose for all us.....


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Letter To The Villain (...in memory of the Sept.11 victims)

Dear villain
Peace be unto your restless soul
Filled with terror and insanity
Which does't care to know 
What it sows to shake-up reality

Why lurk do you behind the veil
From which you throw 
Your fiery darts of hell
At unarmed and harmless souls

Wake up from you crafty slumber
You've got to wake up O! villain
 And count the souls O! dreamer
Which you've slain

I can hear an innocent blood 
Crying a doom on you
Surely, villain a time of reward 
Shall come to uncover the veil o'er you

Souls wither
At the thought of you and your action
Which is all 'bout 
Aiming powers through the innocent on motion

O! vilain
How dare you fight peace 
With threats of war?
You can ne'er walk with ease
'Cause e'en your scent depicts an eyesore

Who told you that problems 
Can be solved wiht problems?
O! villain
Wake up O! dreamer
The World is already at your doorstep
To pick you up e'en in your slumber

Howe'er may the numerous souls 
Which you have languished 
Be granted an eternal rest 
But the peace which you try to lynch
Wlli continue to reign in its vest


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Five: The Great Destroyer

The thousand arms of Lucy come beating on my door at that very second my instincts set on soul survival first I run and dodge them then I fight the losing fight until I am surrounded by a never ending night every direction wicked I don't know which is best is the fight still worth fighting when we have such little left? A needle in the darkness is suddenly stabbing me everything is a warning caught in hypersensitivity everything destroys me hurts me to the bone but I continue forward until I am far from home Lucifer and his army of degenerated brains existing in a real world like pawns in his warped game the world is all here, with the veil cast upon us you must now ask your God, why would he want us? Why would he need us? when he holds so much power acting brave until the chains pull with such force downward now we are enslaved to the void that forms before us little being known that we are in motion to be the great destroyer


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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED

I have never come here
because I was sure I wouldn't find you,
but now that I have arrived
this silent autumn's garden
makes me feel you may be around
I don't hear your steps
like a lost tired ghost
or see your shining transparence
or listen to a whispered voice.
No, I can't feel hot or cold
or any creeping sensation.
It is just that when I read your name
in this clean and clear marble
and saw your black and white picture
where you appear so young, so healthy,
(I had chosen it myself)
when this silence invaded my soul
and the image of this garden
brought me the memories
of your happy and strong steps
through the grass of our house,
and these memories came so alive
I knew you were at my side
Well, what to do?
I sit in this nearby grave
and lay down on your lap
waiting for the old peace to come.
Dad, is it true
that you have talked to my brother
and that you have helped him?
Is it true that he has asked
and that you have answered?
I was the one who used to believe
in such unbelievable things, remember?
And yet I hadn't come here before today
for I was sure I wouldn't find you.
As you can see dad, I changed my mind.
I changed my faith and so did my way
two seconds after your leaving.
I was supposed to be the strongest
I am ashamed of my weakness
Would you forgive me, my father?
Could you?
I felt lost, dear
I felt angry, and I felt alone
I hated God, I hated to be alive.
Now that I have come
and that you are here . . .
I can see my wasted life
Not anymore, my love
Not anymore, heavenly God
Eat this marshmallow pie I brought
and let's enjoy your birthday.
Thank you for bringing me back
to the good old times
and o.k., Mr. Silly 
for next year, strawberry pie.

Patrícia Evans


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Last One Loving...

I got a call, I am to report for military duty in the morning..
I reluctantly tell my wife as she was doing her usual cleaning.

She covers her face with her hands and begins to cry.
I gathered her in my arms and told her I would be back by her side.

Holding my wife, I drifted off on the couch, listening to music.
She was singing and humming quietly to the songs and their lyrics.

She tells me she understands and shows her love and support.
Morning finally came, and she drove me to the airport.

We exchange vows again, and I kiss her tenderly..
She whispers that she will remember this moment blithely.

She received his letters, read and cherished every one of them.
Thinking of the times they were together and the essence of him.

A month went by and she tried every possible way to find her soldier.
She closed her pocket filled eyes and prayed he was out of danger.

Three months passed by without word of his well being.
Trying to stay positive but, in her heart was a dreadful feeling.

She felt so oppressed and worried her hands were trembling.
She was weak and weary, her gait was somewhat stumbling.

She hasn't slept, it seems~since he left.
She takes some sleeping pills and takes a long deep breath.

Couple of days go by and he "rolls" through the doors.
He looked at her paleness and begins to feel remorse.

His thoughts start to torment, right or wrong, was now confusing..
Tears fall from his weary face, his mind is loosing…

She deserves better, he tries to reason with himself.
Reaching, he loads the contents~placing the box back on a shelf......


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FOREVER TOMORROW

IF YOU NEVER NEW YOU HAD A DISEASE
YOU PROBABLY LIVE FOREVER 
BUT NOW YOU NOW YOU HAVE A DISEASE 
IT'S DEAD AND GONE TOMORROW 




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The Firefighters Helmet.

All I can think of is that dented firefighters helmet
As I recall that concrete and twisted steel tomb
Those dazed and dusty faces lost in disbelief
In the rubble of the fallen towers

Only moments ago, the planes assailed New York
Pulverizing the heart of the nation
Steel supports gave way, bodies fell from the smoke
Our delusions of safety burning away

From the debris we plucked the pieces of hellish reality
The rescue workers keeping theirs, and I mine
Holding fast to the hope of a chance to find life
Somewhere in the hazy gray of uncountable names

Those who’ve been lost now sleep around us as we work
Although they’ve been consumed and ripped
Their spirits, our hope, and a brighter future remains
Healing the wounds, cleaning the blood, and drying the eyes

As we lifted a piece of broken wall the helmet fell free 
Tumbling down the tor of steely concrete to land at my feet
Burning the truth of that day beyond any comprehension
Side by side we worked understanding...that unspoken moment


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Memories

Memories are things that will never cost, 

they cannot be stolen, broken or lost.

Keep hold of the good and learn from the bad,

try to be hopeful and never be sad.


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WW1 HUNDRED YEARS LATER

WORLD WAR 1 ONE HUNDRED YEARS LATER 
(AMERICAN VERSION)
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


PATRIOTIC SONGS GIVE US REASON TO CHEER
EXCEPT WHEN “OVER THERE” IS OVER HERE
LIVING UNDERGROUND IS NO PLACE TO CHERISH
CAUSE IN THIS PLACE , YOU COULD EASILY PERISH
YOU HUDDLE IN THE TRENCHES EACH DAY AT DAWN
THEN OVER THE TOP AT THE SOUND OF THE HORN


THE CHATTER OF MACHINE GUN FIRE SPILLS CROSS THE PLAIN
YOUR COMPANIONS ARE DROPPING SCREAMING WITH PAIN
YOU MOVE RAPIDLY AS YOUR PULSE RACES
ONLY A FOOL WOULD CROSS OPEN SPACES
AFTER THE CHARGE THERE ARE AGONIZING CRIES
FROM WOUNDED MEN SLOWLY LOSING THEIR LIVES


UNARMED MEDICS VENTURE INTO THE STRIFE
FEELING FOR PULSES SEARCHING FOR LIFE
COMMANDERS GAVE ORDERS FOR THIS TYPE OF FRAY
WE NEED TO GET BACK WHAT WE LOST YESTERDAY 
AND SO IT GOES SWAPPING LAND FOR MEN’S LIVES
WITH THIS KIND OF LUNACY NO ONE SURVIVES


NEITHER SIDE WILL CONSIDER THE OTHERS PETITION
THEY’D RATHER CONTINUE THIS SENSELESS ATTRITION
RIDDLED WITH BULLETS THEN DUMPED IN A TRENCH
NO TIME TO COLLECT NAME TAGS TOO ODOROUS THE STENCH
THIS YOUNG LIFE EXTINGUISHED AHEAD OF ITS TIME
HIS UNIFORM TARNISHED AND COVERED WITH LIME


A SENSELESS DEPLOYMENT OF EACH NATIONS BEST
THE REWARD FOR THEIR BRAVERY IS ETERNAL REST
LATER THAT DAY WHEN THEY CALL THE ROLL
FEW WILL BE THERE MAYBE NO ONE AT ALL
BACK HOME THEY’LL READ HIS NAME IN THE SQUARE
SOME WILL BE CRYING IN UTTER DESPAIR

WWI (2) AMER. VER.



THE GOVERNMENT BOASTS OF DAILY  ACHIEVEMENT
BUT IN MANY A HOME THERE IS ONLY BEREAVEMENT 
GALLANTRY AND SACRIFICE WAS WELL WORTH THE PRICE
CAUSE ON NOVEMBER ELEVENTH ALL WILL BE NICE
AN EQUITABLE ARMISTICE WILL TRULY INSURE
THAT NO FURTHER CARNAGE THE WORLD MUST  ENDURE


MISSION ACCOMPLISHED MEDALS GALORE
CAUSE WE FOUGHT THE WAR “TO END ALL WAR
THE GENERALS ALL FLUSH WITH THEIR NEW FOUND FAME
WERE EATING THEIR TRUFFLES AND DRINKING CHAMPAGNE
THE LONELY SOLDIER STILL IN ONE PIECE (SO IT SEEMS)
TRUDGED THROUGH THE MUD SEEKING RELIEF


THE WAR WAS OVER A TIME TO REJOICE
YET IN HIS SOUL AN UNANSWERED VOICE  
THE PAIN AND THE FRIGHT HE HAD TO SUSTAIN
THE HORRORS OF WAR WERE SURE TO REMAIN
THEN ON THAT DAY WHEN HIS LIFE CLOSES
 PUT A FLAG ON HIS COFFIN AND SCATTER SOME ROSES


THEY’LL PRAISE HIS SERVICE TO THE LAND OF THE FREE
AWARD HIM A MEDAL GRANTED POSTHUMOUSLY
DEATH AND DESTRUCTION WILL HAPPEN NO MORE
CAUSE HE FOUGHT THE WAR “ TO END ALL WAR”


apsumo de vita


											


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VIRTUOUS LIFE OF MOTHER

Mom was a person of indisputable integrity...
teaching siblings the strict rules of equality.


A voice of tender words to remember her by...
a dazzling light invading my tenebrous sky.


Mother was more glittering and worthier than any gold...
with the purest faith and the wisdom of growing old.


I was very blessed to have had such a loving, nurturing mother...
her purity vanquished my vicissitude, and kept me from error.


She adored jewels, but she loved me more than them...
and she wore a long necklace of opulent elegance. 


I am very proud and glad to have inherited that spirit from the South... 
and reflecting on her virtuous life, it has given me strength and worth.


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America

America my home,
 America is where I grew up, 
America where I thought I was safe.
One day America let me down,
It was not longer safe, the place where I grew up.
A terrorist attack happened that day,
I was at school ready to run away.
There was fear in the air,
more than 30,00 people lost their lives, which is not fair.
Four planes crashed and many died,
I was so surprised.
The world trade center towers are not longer there,
they are no where.
I went to school like any other day,
but watched the news instead of played.
I hate the thought of this day,
But it is one I will remember forever, everyday.
We bought flags and stood with pride,
for our country we would not hide.
We will find whoever did this to us,
even if we have to travel by bus.
This is one day that will never go away,
September 11, 2001.


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It is Finished

It was the last words of our Lord Jesus Christ
The last we ever heard from you.
Words of courage, faith and strength
The courage we’re yet to find.
It was indeed a walk to remember
Though we never saw it coming
Now we’re faced with doing it on our own
A task we must accomplish.
“Our year of Better things”
The year that took one from us.
But your work here is indeed done.
Your work on earth is finished.


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New Year

Another one past, question mark to go
Frustration’s set in, time moving slow
He says the answers come in time
And so I pass away, riddled in rhyme
Reaching out for dead ones to see
I’ll ask again, in dreams come to me
If you do not, I won’t last very long
And loved ones will think of me wrong
This fixation has turned me crazy
And reality has become a little hazy
I should resolve to make it end
I never even knew, my friend
And so, I rely on unreliable chatter
That I may understand what was your matter
So another one past, question mark to go
I think I’ll stop counting, time moving slow
You’re gone from us now, no sense in caring
Busy yourself in circles, no time for sparing
Another will come and eventually go
I’ll still be sitting here, time moving slow


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at the mall

when took a trip to the mall
to touch the statues and the wall
where all the names, etched in deep
of lives lost, remembrances to keep

and those greyed with that-day mind
come to remember or put behind
the ghosts of theirs killed that day
amends awakened to come and say

a prayer for the known and the not
and cry a tear for what they've got
that seems was given at high cost
of friends and strangers futures lost

vets want the rest to know their pride
and grieve with them for all that died

© Goode Guy 2011-11-12


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Silence

After millions of seconds,
every second seeming,
much longer than the other.
All we wanted was good news, 
all we wanted was you...

 A night with little excitement 
only listening to the music, 
and watching stars make lame jokes,
 my sister and I heard a ring,
only faint cause the phone was outside.

Praying that everything was all right
we only wanted you safe,
we hear a sob from my mom.
As the moment my life fell apart
the good news never came.
 
You ran,
you jumped,
you swam, 
you quit.
Why?
I don't understand.

We still haven't stopped asking questions,
Why you? Why us? Why then?
Those questions will never be answered.
It's been almost five years
Why?!

When you left you took a part of us with you,
My mom says hello, 
Can you say hello to Ashley for me? 
I hope you take her camping, and watch the stars at in the sky.
I hope everything's alright.

I know your dad came to join you,
Does it make you happy when people join you,
maybe that's what was going through my sisters mind,
maybe we all miss you more than you'd expect

Ever since you've been gone,
there has been a silence,
never questioned cause we don't want to face the truth
I wonder if you had more time if you wouldn't have done it,
do you regret it, or do you like the silence in the clouds.

We will never understand why you ran.
Life hasn't been the same since,
it's gone done hill from there,
you will always be in my thoughts.


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They are Cruel


How many of us suffered to death?
How many of them gained more wealth?

How many of us mourned?
How many of them earned?

How many times we suffered such a pain?
How many times they will do this again?

They are Cruel

but…

We don’t have to be.


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June the month

June, the month of sweet lilac comes, and is going
Soft like rivers over gurgling stones
There is a sorrow in me forever, but never showing
The sag of the sun within proud bones
They will gather in your name, and make your birth
Another reason for us to hold our places on the earth.
But I, I weep forever at your death, your loss to me
The water dripping from the roof, the plate so empty.

June, brought into the world, O sweet flower, remember
The smile were brightest butterflies
And through heart roared the racing cataract of summer
And your children dancing; your demise
Was not early either, for one hundred and one years past
But to a son who loved you, that was not long enough to last,
That was not eternity. For love and the beloved should stay
Side by side on every tide, you taught me so, did you disobey?

June, the month of logwood blossoms golden for the bees
Wind shaken carpet, hiding little thorns
I come to you again, to loiter under the honey scented trees
And taste the sting of your hollow morns
Your stirless kitchen and the empty lines, clotheless in the sun
Should not be so, was not so long ago where my life begun
For only here is that voice that groomed and fashioned our will
The river gurgling against us, wearing down the silent hill.


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Years after the war

Host of ghost, host this valley
A kill of dreams,creams this alley
Ghost of yester noise keeps a silence
The stamped running feet, then with noise
As the racking, killing bullet makes a score
Bravery shattered in the valley of war
Call names,that holds no face
Call glory that bestow no trace
Listen, close your eyes, hold a frame
see men dead, not for fame
Now, we walk this valley in peace
Like no war ever cried here
We shake hands and cream laughter at ease
As each ghost wonder on here
Why they fought, seem too silly
In our thought we don't care really


Details | ABC | |

if he were watching.....

if he were watching...

what would i be doing?

probably what

i'm doing now.....


Details | I do not know? | |

BETTER TO HAVE LOVED

Little song in my heart
A tuneful melody,
Sings of love not lost 
But gone to somewhere else instead,
Sings not of our loss,
Or of the tears we shed,
But of a tiny light that shone
And guided us so well,
That grief feels inappropriate, 
It is praise we should give now.


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Seeds that don't Grow

a dory caught off guard in the billow of a wild frontier,
 the south paw always an adverse of nature, 
tranquil can be the fire, 
but the the sparrow will mature, 
a dormant trammel becomes earsplitting when broken, 
now freedom promised as a perpetual token,
 in the splendor of the petal the truth does not appear,
 cripple the word and clarity becomes obscure,
 deception weaved from inner fear, 
not even gone and the cinerarium is in the picture,
 oh! look at the view,  raw are their souls preaching such an unholy scripture


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Feathers Dancing in the Night

A bird flies high above the Twin Towers ash rises from the tomb turning Day into Night. Another bird, disoriented flies blinded into the debris, shreds of clothing swirl about, sailing into the cavern. Two birds attack one another - Feathers Dancing in the Light the night the Towers fell.


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LEAVES IN THE SKY

If the floors that fall were coming
If the days were limits too
Would you flee or would you dance?
Dreams are chances.
Cells reproduce.
Last night I dreamed of my late ex-flame.
When I awoke Ispoke with him.
I asked where he was.
Spirits lead.
Souls don't falter.
I saw him in the grass, the leaves and the sky.
You are all here, aren't you?
Even those I didn't know well.
Yet I've felt this all before.
And I lost hope.
A little faith did fizzle.
You and I can take the leap.
 I'm scared you're afraid.
If my Earth empties
May I borrow some of yours?


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ON A STAGE ABOVE THE BEYOND(For Ogunyinka Damola 2nd Year)

For Ogunyinka Damola Ebenezer 2nd Year Remembrance



Of Illness of a Damola
Of Death to an Ebenezer
Of Disappearance of a Linguist
Of Eternal Ascension of a Living soul
To the great stage above the beyond

Bred in a clergy clad family 
Of no one but the Ogunyinkas
With the last born baton in his hands
Exhumed from the city of "Iseyin"
A man of a baritone voice in 
The wilderness of a choir

We toiled and laboured endlessly
With our eyes very heavy of TDB
The core to which you keep vigil
Became helpless and hapless
Only on your back exit from the stage
It all re-echoes nothing but something
In a Play titled Vanity of Life 

For two moons rememberance we gathered
Not to mourn or weep today but to
Extol the uniqueness in him 
That liveth still in our heart
For he it is indeed a rare breed 	
A scroll whose rarity brings out veracity

To three scores in November we shall 
Continually gather every moon
To look Death straight in the face
And breath in fulfilment for a great work left behind
For we shall all come to join you in 
The stage above the beyond 
Promising to positively impact our society 
Like you did in your sojourn on stage
Adieu.


Alayande Stephen.T
28th of November,2005
11.30am
For and on behalf of Dammy's Core in the
Deparment of Linguistics and African Languages,
University of Ibadan.2003/2004 Set.  
 









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Feburary

Feburary is the nicest time of the year,
because you celebrate love and happy tears,
like birthdays and special annversity, 
you find out who love you alot,
or you have a bad ending,
it also a start of something new, 
then you find out things that are true,
you start to look different as you go,
but Feburary is not over,
just sit back and enjoy the show,
and have a nice Feburary,  
and take it slow.



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DELE(For Dele Giwa 19th Year Remembrance)

Lingering  will it be in our memories
As we memorise the memorable
Memoir of the memorial
Of  Dele Giwa

A letter engraved in a Bomb
Plucked away our prolific 
And dogged pen pusher

Dele, A News Watcher 
Became a news  
Watched under the watchful 
Eagle eyes of millions of watchers

On a day better not to remembered
Sunday 19th  October, 1986
Came the news of Bomb bombardment

We all woke up to the verity of a 
News very sad to watch
But watched with pains and agony
There the Bomb boomed
With a letter speaking only  doom

Dele, Life was abruptly seized from you
By the BBI of this world
Your dream was caught short
Orchestrated by the goons of the 
Jackbooters in power who still
Want to return to power by means all

Dele, They threw spanners in your path
With the quest to kill the
Message and the messenger
But Dele,19 years after 
The message lives
It leaves them
Only to live on them
For your message lived on truth
It feeds only on Justice

Adieu Dele!!!
Your blood shed will continue
To sprinkle trauma and agony
On all your killers
As we promise to continue 
To truthfully push the pen like you did
Till the ink finishes
And till we can push no more. 



Alayande Stephen Tolulope
October 1st 2005
9.00pm


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Operation Dynamo

Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
 
Armada 
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
 
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
 
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
 
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
 
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
 
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
 
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
              who returned to do, what only hero's can do " 
            *,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,*


            http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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A Piscean Death

Cherished 
beloved
child's spirit, tinged with sadness, 
you played us your soul, 
and we each took it away with us, in little pieces
your eyes they haunt me still
I miss the way they used to question and accuse
my crippled angel,
broken by the world's injustice,
I feel the pain in your voice,
your hair hung in pale streaks
across the shadowed beauty of your face
you radiate a light so pure, 
a steady flame set in a tavern window 
my beacon of hope
through the darkest hours of my soul
So like the single flame I now burn
to keep watch through the long, silent hours
of the night, every April fifth
to preserve your memory
gone too soon, love
gone too soon


Details | Elegy | |

wine

Soft cool warmth
pungent rotten wine vomit!
I loved you always
that way
smooth glass silk red
cool burning
down the back of my throat
down down down
to the bottom
of my soul
where life
was there I thought
is there, was there, is there still.
I know because I found it
there still
since I lost you
I had to
I wasn't ready to die
I wasn't ready to live
Yet somewhere inbetween
I am...
here


Details | I do not know? | |

RETURN JOURNEY

I forgot, was it me
in a body pile draped in dust,
still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac
starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers,
young virgins inhaling death ?

This journey under the guns, displacing
hapless thousands, will reach destination
on thick, blood stained red, dirt road of life ? Step by step
the dynasty breaks and violence, a malignant
spread overtakes the bones

of avatars ; the round bloodshot eyes
cross the barriers of silence and step out
from the skin: they were bombing 
his bunker.

*On the death of Vellupillai Prabhakaran, LTTE Leader


SATISH VERMA


Details | I do not know? | |

SANTHARA *

When honeycomb started dripping,
he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune
for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready
for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat.

Hunger was his turbulent empire, resting
his hands on the shoulders of rocked time
for the purification of greed and spurting desires.
His only mechanical aid was his pen.

Into the half century of geckoes getting rid
of tails when a monkey was found in the stomach
of a croc.Toons themselves spread out mocking
the winter of hexagonal windows. Grey birds

started melting on the burnt-out grasses.
Lions walked on identical twins of nudes.
A wet kiss of death ensured the beautiful
ceasation. Yellow roses opened the frigid body.


SATISH VERMA

* A soulful ritual of Jainism when a person seeks death voluntarily and stops   
  eating and drinking.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Year Has Gone By

Though a year has gone by
And when we felt there were no more tears to cry
The memory of that day haunts us still
We still ask why and always will
How a clear blue sky could fade that day
And when it all cleared so many were lost
Such a price to pay
And now a year has gone by
And we come here to once again say good by
 The memories still brings tears to our eyes
It's time we moved on we realize
 It's time to cease to ask the question why
 Bowing our heads in a prayer
 Knowing that they hear us some where up there
 And if you're looking down on all of us today
You'll see you're in our hearts each and every day
 And when our time here comes to an end
 Know we'll be together once again


Spet. 11,2002










Details | Quatrain | |

Leaving

I miss you like there's no tomorrow
I clench my chest to sooth my hearts sorrow
My head spins round and round
The reason He chose you cannot be found

My eyes water when your name is spoken
Your death, has me awoken 
These salty tears stream down my face
Life is going at a too fast pace

I ask God every night and day
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
My house is quiet with you gone
I just don't know what went wrong

My knees shake at the sound of your name
My life will never be the same
Nightmares wake me up each night
I can never reach you, when you're in my sight

You left my world a bitter and alone
My life is harder then a stone
So I loose, you win...
So let me be, let this darkness close in


Details | I do not know? | |

Marter

(Dedicated to Ian Marter who died October 28, 1986. Exactly 20 years ago today.)

You starred in eight episodes of Doctor who.
You worked with Jon Pertwee and Tom Baker too.
But sadly you died on your birthday.
England lost a great actor when you passed away.

You were only forty-two when you died.
You were talented, that can't be denied.
You made those Doctor who episodes more enjoyable.
You were a great man and that was pretty cool.

It's sad to know that your life wasn't long.
When you died, it was wrong.
You starred as Harry Sullivan and you were perfect for the part.
Your death broke many fans hearts.


Details | ABC | |

SMASHING THE ROAD SIGNS

My garden cries for no reason. 
Kindness melts into a rain 
of twisted petals. And that is it. 
Alone I whisper the translucent words, 
watching the death of dreams, living fossils.
The sun bakes the seeds.

The essence will not heal,
this bandaged soul,
the conceptual death of a thought. 
This fear is like a curled snake. 
Must I abandon the path ? I know, 
I will not forgive me, at this dim joint. 
I must move.

I do not know, what to think,
how to catch, the poetry of night. 
The light blinks on my eyes. 
I walk in the shadows of sounds, 
smashing the road signs.


SATISH VERMA


Details | I do not know? | |

I get what I want

      I get what I want and there's no harm in saying it, I see it and then I get it i'm 
persistant don't you know that?
    So if it's hard to get you can rest a sure that in a couple of weeks it will be sent 
to my doorsteps. I know how to plead without even looking like I want it.
      A kid in a candy store baby I own it.   
         The whole wide world if I could I would hold it and help myself to a little 
piece or serving. 
      I'm not selfish so don't get me wrong I never ask for anything it's just some how 
gotten. 
    At the end of the day I don't need the things I get but how can I explain it I just 
get what I want lying on a cloud of golden age life. 


Details | Free verse | |

Super Hero

  I'm super, i'm a hero but inside i'm broken like pieces of lead. 
  I'm magic, I have super powers but at night they don't keep me warm.
  I'm safe from all danger but that doesn't mean that i'm not afraid.
  Danger comes when it wants and sometimes I can't reflect pain.
  Because when i'm just me and i'm not hiding behind some disguise 
  it really becomes real to me and i'm not a fictional Character. 
  And what happens then when i'm inviable again and people don't
  see me as hero material, will I miss it? Will I miss this thrill of
  people thinking that i'm invincible? They could always count on me to
  be there when they fell, but what about when I fell? Was I even allowed
  to not do well. Was I always expected to come when they called? Was I
  that predictable? Did my disguise fool people into thinking that I was 
  immortal and that I had no feelings? But I just saved a baby from a burning
  building how can I not have emotions? I always question myself, where should I
  go who will be my next victim. Why can't life just settle? Why can't I not
  exist at all as a super hero anymore? Why should I always be the one to save
  you? Can't you save yourself and leave me alone so I can be who I really want 
  and that's me myself and I. 


Details | I do not know? | |

CROWD AT THE MORGUE

A new planet was taking birth.
Stem cells were coming out of
obedience to carnality.
For resuscitation from kiss of death
faith was at its best in its witchcraft.

Complete blood count failed,
to diagnose the strange madness.
It was a whirling chemistry.
The transmitters merely took in
the sin, the insanity.

A huge crowd collected at the morgue
to collect the severed limbs,
after the death of a sun.
Picking the scars of dark
and slaughtered tomorrow.

The rage of sunrise will come back.
One day the clouds will burst open. Yes
the death will come as a bride.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lonely

             This morning I was fine until a couple of hours passed and I started 
to realize that my friends weren't going to be here. Each out with a cold, Some 
lame excuse... but me I came and here I sit and i'm lonely. No one to talk to 
during class, no one to complain to it's just me myself and I. I wish they wouldn't 
have deserted me this way because it makes me sad, now I have two more periods and 
I feel like I've been through hell. The ground isn't shaking and no one is spiting 
fire but without my crew to hang out with I feel like i'm about to expire. It's 
just how things are and I wish that it was different but I don't like to be 
individual being alone, is just what it is lonely. Eating lunch with the only girl 
who came... She can talk but not as well and some things she doesn't understand. 
But I will cope and I hope that they don't leave me like this again. Alone 
shuffling my feet and dragging my tail with no credit. I can get along just as me 
but it's not the same as being with the ones who understand you. It's not the same 
without that same familiarity. It's just not the same period. Two hours until I can 
finally leave I hope that it doesn't rain because I left my umbrella in another 
class and I can feel the drops falling on my forehead. Will I survive? Who knows 
i'm just lonely as anyone because my friends decided to stay home.


Details | ABC | |

LEGEND WITHERS

I do not display, but am. 
Where the heart lies.
In truth. I try to discover the centre 
of sorrow and bliss. 
Life has not given 
me full text of death.
The shadows are larger than reals.

You will not remember me
in endless night.
I am going on a long journey
to find out what is death of a name 
the death of a prayer,
and ending of self. 
The naked helices of truth are blazing.

Death of a dawn
some thing dies in me.
I don’t grieve. 
The frozen pain melts, 
legend withers. 
The shadow is liberated from image. 
The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face.


SATISH VERMA


Details | I do not know? | |

I can't escape

     Running around in a maragoround, Trying to figure out my life. I can't escape so I 
have no choice but to sit here and figure out why I am so down. Is it because I have no 
friends, Is it because this life keeps repeating the same stupid things? Is it because 
when i'm lonley I go intoxicate myself over and over again. Is it because when life beats 
me to the ground I am so weak that it's so hard to get up. Maybe it's because they just 
won't quit telling me to my face that i'm great and behind me that she'll never make it. 
Is it that reason? No one has faith, Even I don't believe that this life I can escape. I 
am alone, and lost and sometimes I feel like i'm not even alive. When will it be over I 
think to myself constantly. I am truly alone and I cry. I can't escape I scream out to 
everyone but they ignore me. I'm better off dead, I can hear my head whisper and then 
puff i'm gone and even the sad letter I left behind is ignored.


Details | I do not know? | |

I desire

I desire the cloths I wear.
Like a shirt, a tee, a skirt, a pant
A crop an flare. Man with pretty hair.

I desire,
Shirt that flirt.
And pants that tight but doesn’t hurt.
Desert tones that I desire.

Wraps that shape.
Man like super hero in his cape.
	Flying home to be rescue and never EX-scape.
But keep their love in shape.
I desire a man who never comes home late.
 	I desire a man who white, brown, or black
	To make love to my mind, he might be tall he might be fine.
	But he always be mine.
	Always give me sweet kisses.
	Give me sweet roses. For valentine. 
	He always made me shine.

	Boy, people don’t know how much I desire this man.
Drive up the wall, I can dream easily I can’t really explain.
 	He must be hard to fine, that I can’t complain. 




Copyright © February-11-2001
By: CHONTELL SWANN







Details | Free verse | |

Falling Down 911 Tribute

                     There were two towers that had hit the ground. 
                             Though many had not been found;
                                        You hated the sound of
                                  the towers hitting the ground. 
                                           And how profound 
                                            that it may sound; 
                                         But these two towers 
                                      should of not came down;
                                  From someone that is abound
                             and someday in hopes to be found; 
                               Now There is be a better sound; 
                                About the way our American Hero's 
                                             had kept their ground; 
                                  In hopes that any more of our towers 
                                            will not be Falling Down.



Tribute To 911 Victims 
And Our Hero's 
May You RIP





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