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Details | Free verse | |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Details | Ballad | |

Footsteps

Footsteps

	         Footsteps

		          On the ground…..
Lightly

	Stepping

		Without a sound…..

Tears are
					Falling

						As oceans sigh…..
The sun is

          Descending

                   In her eyes…

The waters stretched their surrounding arms Caressing her precious prints with their saline charms Smoothing her past—an exhalation at last As legacy lavishes the flight of her path Withering and draining, absorbed in the sand Are the tears she once shed—no longer does she stand In kneeled acceptance her deep pulse unwinds As her melodious voice falters in the plague that binds In her serenest solitude have I kept her close As those streams do crash upon my heart-burdened coast I listened to her sing—as the sickness rose Like the tide’s sudden descent, oh how life suddenly goes!
Footsteps Footsteps Heavy now………. Carry her To bury her In the ground………. Oceans In motions WAVES//COLLIDE
…..Someone beautiful….. …..…..now has died………. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….


Details | Rhyme | |

Eternal Breath

I think about you, every single day,
Since from me, you were taken away,
Your absence has left my world cold,
Now I am alone, with no hand to hold.

I wish that I could bring you home,
So that your soul, shall need not roam,
I hope that you were given white wings,
To fly amongst, where the angel sings.

Within my heart, your eternal breath,
Shall now linger on, even after death,
My love for you shall never cease,
So, may you always rest in peace.







Written by: Kelly Deschler  

Gautami Phookan's contest - The Poet III

_______________________________________
For Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Eternal Breath"


Details | Didactic | |

Speak of thee

                                        He is above us in the clouds 
                                run through the fields and speak of thee
                                              He will grow roses

                                       I will be the stem of the roses 
                                       for I shall never leave your soil

                                     You will be the tree I grow beneath 
                                             and he will be our rain.


Details | Narrative | |

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee


Details | Rhyme | |

Stormy Heart

Alone in loneliness Amid forever nights And these four walls In faint, whisper soft your name I beg out loud to the nothingness that remains "Please not another nightmare, no more storms" But, answers are merely glimpses of light From lightening... Filtering through the pane Empty sheets... Cast empty shadows on the wall Of places where you used to be Eyes wide open Now asleep, afraid I am to fall Trapped within this never ending dream I cling to all the memories that I have Spinning me closer to where you were, in parallel on the edge The thoughts, like imaginary rubble, comes tumbling passed A fire for you still burning inside Why can’t I let go of the tragedies last And silence your unrescued suicidal screams Or is it only the rain falling faster as it taps harder, and harder upon the glass Or is it of your wandering spirit Mockingly knocking? Haunting with its vindications Of "why’s" I can never seem to grasp All this amidst lost stares into black windows Where gutters overrunning, burdened by the strains And I swear I see your reflection Among the flashes, tracing out illuminations about your face And for the first time You are noticeably absent of all the worldly pains And your lips releasing out a comfort that for so long I've been seeking As I hear the words echo within my stormy heart "That where you are everything is okay"


Details | Rhyme | |

April 1, 2011

happy birthday april
for an eternity to come
because with your faith in God
an eternity was won

no more worries or fears of death
no more choking or gasping for breath
no need for doctors or even a nurse
there is only one cure for every single curse

no fighting, debating
or picking sides
love is the answer 
and love decides

i thank God for this day
the day that you were born
for without this day
my love would be forlorn

one day for certian
when the deadline comes
i'll pass through the curtian
and straight for you i'll run

and as God as my wittness
to the many days i cried
i often wanted to be with you
but thank God i never tried

we could have had our love story
and then let that be that
but the Lord has a better story
and i believe that that's a fact

i still believe in a love 
that is so so true
the love that holds us together
me, God and you


Details | Rhyme | |

Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


Details | Rhyme | |

Forever Love

They sit out on the front porch,
with the grand-kids running  bout
As they rock back and forth,
they're still in love without a doubt
Many years they've had together
each one the other's friend
Their hearts are joined forever
though life, is at it's end
Beyond the age and wrinkles
they're still young and carefree
Hearts so full and happy
as the never-ending sea
Eyes still hold the flames
that have burned from long ago
Hand in hand they smile,
as they're rocking to and fro
His touch still warm and gentle,
he beholds his angel's face
The words so soft and fragile,
"I will always love you Grace"
Her hand he gently squeezes, 
and in an instant he is gone
She looks at the empty chair
that still keeps rocking strong
Sitting there alone,
she sheds a single tear
For many years he's been away
and now, her own end is near
A gentle breeze begins to blow
she feels his fingers through her hair
The time has come to re-unite
and finally leave this rocking chair
Bravely, she takes one last breath,
her lonely days now gone
No more to part from her true love,
together.....they live on


Details | Romanticism | |

Follow

Our lives produce such struggles
to which we must rise!
And often we find places
that from which we would run and hide.
But just remember that Your choice
will bring the happiness you seek... 
Just Be the Brave one you wish
The one you still want to be.

For I am here to catch you,
to help and see you through,
within your dreams or trials of life;
whether on mountain or cliff
whichever weso choose to climb.  
 
Remember this as you feel you are sinking.
or slipping from the walls you've been clinging.
The climb may tire the muscles 
as we reach for the top,  
and make us weaker in our strength
while we try to here hang on.

But if we just let go,
and trust the our heart to know what's right
we will never  be led to far away;
Though even trodding in the night.
 
And do not fear the way back down!
For how many birds fly, 
when still nested on the Ground.

And if, by chance,
your wings you fail to find...
From your fall I'll catch you, 
and lead you on through time.
 
For how many learn to open there wings
whilst the mud stayed fixated about their feet.  
The Winds of the sky need your wings to catch, 
to fly you to the heavens
where the angels await you to meet,
and lead you to that better place.
A place we can not even dream.

So with the lightest breeze 
they will teach us how to soar...
and lift us from our agony and woe.
Thus ending the anguish
as your wings fill there up.
to fly with them forever more. 

The Ground is not safe nor is the air, 
but what life would we live 
if we never did dare.
Where angels fear
and devils are faint...
If Love durst not 
then forever must then wait.
 
I remember the story 
of two who fell in love... 
His name became his enemy, 
and He o'er her family
She did make that choice.
 
I would be that Romeo, 
say you my Juliet...
And with you in my arms 
I would die once more again. 
With you I would cast off the sins,
an choose to hold you in the end.
 
When together,two become one,
Star crossed lovers 
can find the peace of each others arms. 
when as one we will fly,
Into that bitterless sky.


Details | Rhyme | |

Heavenly bliss

Heavenly bliss

Shawn and Shauna fell deeply in love
And were on their way to be wed
When a car, on that day, took their lives straight away
As both of their bodies, lie dead

But their spirits were both drawn to heaven
As they stood, in front of the gates
Saint Peter was there, at the top of the stairs
When Shawn hollered loudly  “Just Wait"

Now Peter looked puzzled, at Shawn
And said "This is no time to tarry "
Shawn spoke again, and refused to go in
Without being properly married

Saint Peter replied very softly 
"We don't do that kind of thing here
But if you're willing to wait, 
“I’ll see if I can, get it cleared”

Three months went by, while they waited
Saint Peter, show up with a Priest
"I know it was slow, But I want you to know
You’ll be married Forever at least"

As the wedding was getting started
Shawn asked a question, with doubt
What happens here in heaven  
“If this marriage just doesn’t work out”

A silent filled up the heavens
Saint Peter, was shaking his head
And once he regained his composure
This is what Saint Peter said
 
“It took Three Months to find a Priest
In this Heavenly Foyer
How long do you think, I’ll take for me
Up here, to find you a Lawyer ?”






Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


Details | Lyric | |

Pins and Needles

Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
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[Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I’m giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We’re on pins and needles now It’s how we survive [Verse 2] They say he’ll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to I’ll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…” [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I’m too late now I know I can’t win So just tell me I’m crazy It’s all in my head You’re not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don’t tell me it’s impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You’ll curse the day that I’m dead [Chorus]


Details | Narrative | |

Raven's Plight

Raven was Death. She dwelt in death. She lived on death. Ages past, she had worn 
the blue-black, purple, feathers of the raven and dined on royalty at Tower hill. A 
tumble from grace had lodged her here in this fragile form. No more would her maw 
drip ruby red, no more would her caw fill the mourning, or her soaring flight slice 
the air like a Frenchman’s sword. A Raven, with clipped wings, was she.

Centuries had passed since she, in her feathered form, had feasted on the King.
**Bran the Blessed, giant, King of Wales, had been her down fall. Cursed was she,
as she dined on his eyes, in the field of battle. Ah, what did a raven know 
of the curses of man.  But, she knew now. Bran's head was placed,
as a talisman, on the grounds of Tower Keep in Londontown. She, 
transformed, cursed, walks the night in this beautiful, weak, human vessel for
as long as, Bran's name is remembered.

Her satin-sandaled feet hold her earthbound. Just as superstition 
holds her clip-winged brethren in the Tower courtyard, Bran's Curse holds her here. 
No longer can she fly, but, she is free to roam. The churchyard calls her. Ashen skies no longer welcome her, but the gravestones, spade-shaped like the tails of carrion feeder, beckon. The evening corpse has arrived. Draped in mourning weeds of black, her death-like pall, luminescent in the moonlight, her lips a tell-tale crimson, she arms her self with a firebrand. The bluish steel glistens. Death with a gun, certainly, one could see the 
over kill? She laughs. Looking skyward, she calls. “Husband*, children…” 
she mimicks the caw of her unfettered kin. “Come to Ma Ma..dinner is served.”  

*Raven's mate for life...or death? ;)
**Bran is the Welsh word for Raven/ King Bran the Blessed

***A NIGHTMARE


Details | Rhyme | |

Echos of the Heart

I thought of you today, sweetheart,
which is really nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
and the day before that too.

I think of you when I'm alone,
I often speak your name!
I keep your lovely photo,
in a golden picture frame.

Your memory's in my make-up.
it's like another body part!
I promise you, my darling,
I keep it locked inside my heart!

I'm told by friends, as time goes by,
that I will slowly heal.
I have my doubts about it,
because the pain is still so real!

Part of me went with you,
when the Good Lord called you home!
It broke my heart to lose you,
now, I must go on alone!

You're with Him now, in Heaven,
so all that I can do,
is say a little prayer each day,
till He calls me home, with you!

Poetic form:  Rhyme
Ralph Taylor
I love this poem because I wrote
it  to Una, my loving wife of 54 years,
who recently passed away. 



Details | Double Dactyl | |

Beyond Your End

 BEYOND YOUR END
Look deep into yourself my friend,
if then, you need to look to me, 
and deep enough to see the end,
beyond your end is where I'll be.

Into the love someday you'll see,
becoming all the things you'll know,
before your very eyes, I'll be
already where you want to go.

I'll be your long and blinding light,
of which all life is awed,
the thread that reaches through the night
in search of what is God.

And in a while, if love is right,
and hope is not just more pretend,
though you have sought what e'er you might,
'tis me you'll find, beyond your end.

And I will love your death away,
removing from your mind
what'er your death might seem to be,
with love impossible to find.
Û  © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


Details | Ballad | |

Romeo and Juliet

When last they kissed, and summer’s lease
fell brief and sweet, and winter's chill would steal the heart away...

Sweet coral days, turned blight to rust, 
and Shakespeare's words,
will wring despair from what will never be.

Behold, your eyes that weep,
and empty arms will flail, for
young lovers swept away on wings so frail...
 
No other love could ever grieve so well. 
Shall hence, will come a cry, to shatter starry skies
with tragedy to tell

O’ she of flaxen hair, fair cheeks so pale,
His love was as a fever, longing still. 
His sorrow greater than the darkest night
Too cruel to bear, delusion played unfair
Despair, beyond all words could shout
Disquiet of the heart cries out
To death, that calls, from 'yond the distant stars.

Sweet love so rare, a thing beyond compare. 
Where whence their love, once like the lilac full
The blossom fragrant,  so sweet as whippoorwill
Ere' slumber's chain has bound them now.
Thy song has waned, the garland dead
upon the blade, upon the sword, asleep
The swollen heart with anguish weeps…forever is a love to keep.
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Details | Rhyme | |

A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.


Details | Narrative | |

The Bell My Mother Rang

The 18th of December was her last day;
she neither knew the date nor cared to.
Gathered at the hospital, keeping vigil,
we couldn't overcome her fright, or ours.
The pain, too great to be driven away,
was only "managed" with IV drips,
needles stuck in bruised appendages --
bony things -- arms and legs, hands and feet.
Above the medicines and washes, we sniffed
her scent, which, more than her yet familiar
face, to us identified our mother --
a smell we never would mistake
for any other. It went quickly
as her body cooled. The rouged and pickled
carcass they displayed was more a statue
than a person. We planned to bury her
with homely tokens, like an ancient mummy:
a family photo, a brooch she liked,
a pink hairbrush, and the brass bell she rang
to call her keeper during her last years.
But, when the time came, I could not bear
to see her leave so finally;
I took the bell from her metal box.
And, now, I ring it -- not to bring a keeper,
but to recall my mother on her birthday,
and on many dark days when I need her.


Details | Pastoral | |

Those Moments


        ******

I prefer to live in the
Ordinance of the Lord
Where truth and love
     Can be found
         ------
I long to Reverence
   In his Elegance
Where solutions' abode
        -Abound-      
In my Sorrowful Moment's
       Of need...
I-crave to see the light
    I pray to the Lord
             Everyday'...
To keep me threw the night

                   GF
'


Details | Free verse | |

My Emily

She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her sighs
Spiking my tongue
her name cries out
My heart splinters
my gut receives another jolt
God I loved that girl
and didn't even know for certain until today
But now it is too late
I left it too long
to proclaim my love for her
afraid of the pain 
which comes from being knocked back
still even that is not as I suffer now
in the whispering of her name
I look in the mirror 
yet see her reflection stare back at me
smiling and tossing back her flowing locks
her very presence is felt in abundance
Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires
class more expensive than purest diamonds
with a charismatic magnetism radiating out
overwhelming all within reach of her personality
Stolen from this world she was
No notice to anyone that she would be leaving
Nothing makes sense anymore
And I long to know if we shall meet again
Some new day in a realm beyone ours
Another time another place
I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me
For true love will never die




Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered...  My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her...  So sad to still have these things going onin our world...


Details | Ballad | |

The Power Of Pride

As I surmise all that is me strewn and cluttered, 
My conscious lies casually shorn and shuttered, 
For here lie the spoils of stubborn iniquity, 
I shuffle and toil, floundering in frailty. 

Oh what great havoc, what conscious so lewd, 
Creates such traffic which now spoils the fruit, 
Of truly righteous deeds committed by a scurrilous man, 
Of whom I could no better know, no better understand, 

For this terribly lost and forever forlorn soul, 
Is none other than me shivering and sniveling so, 
And as helpless as I suddenly appear to be, 
I now understand the strength pride provides so easily, 

For there is purpose in pride, yet none in shame, 
As ambition carries us blind to who’s at blame, 
And just where is the woe when the devil may care, 
For we are soon found alone, our conscious left bare, 

And as I embark into this desolate place, 
My horrors so dark, my fears crimson in taste, 
Forward I race into the perilous pit, 
With none other to blame for this simple life I quit.


Details | Free verse | |

Larks

The tangled sadness of souls lost 
Between Heaven and Earth, 
Eternally on their way, 
Lifting upwards, 
Soaring, 
Climbing. 
Only to feel the ground’s pull, 
The unseen ropes. 
Trapped in intermediation. 

They have left us without leaving, 
Departed without arriving, 
No sweet Lethe for them, 
No afterlife among ethereal 
Beauties bathed in eternal light, 
No rest in a perfect balance, 
Outside the toss of seasons. 

So this is purgatory, 
This hell of a half-way house. 
Stretched out in an 
Agony of elongation, 
We can sometimes see them 
In the wriggle of smoke 
In striated clouds. 
They are the larks, perhaps, 
That dive into the sky and climb 
Climb 
Climb 
Until their frightened tiny frantic panic 
Sends them spiralling down 
Down 
Down 

To the thin air over the cruel stubble 
Of dead wheat. 


Details | Lyric | |

Truth

Men say there are no absolute truths...

The Truth
Man can govern himself. He just doesn’t have the ability to do this successfully.

The Truth
There is one God. He has a name. He has a son. Their names are different.

The Truth
When you die, you are dead - not ghosts. It is that simple. That’s it, for now…

The Truth
Even though humans die, we were never meant to. We were designed for a time 
without end.

The Truth
The most circulated book in the history of Man must be more than a “book.”

The Truth
Happiness can be attained, even in a completely miserable place.

The Truth
There is no such place as a fiery Hell of torment, except in pagan mythology.

The Truth
There is a Heaven. However, its purpose is not what you think.

The Truth
The meek shall inherit the Earth.

The Truth...
...is not that far from you.


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Want to live,but no bread for me

Iam Hungry...Thirst is uncontrollable
It nearly kills me,Cries a poor one..
A dirty wasteland that is his home
but its a heaven for him,His mom
sick in the bed,He is handicapped.
Worms are eating his skinny body,NOBODY to help him!
He is helpless...he want to live 
But waiting for death,Help him god i pray to you....


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Never Tell

He smiles in my direction as he walks in the door
And laughs at my heart, now a puddle on the floor,
The people walking by turn, point and stare,
I repeat over and over, “there’s nothing there…”

Rains of passion, waves of homicidal angst,
You can’t look backwards and still walk straight,
A million signs are screaming out at you:
Stop-danger-watch out-you’re running too

Quickly, swiftly your friends all walk away,
I’d like to say something, but it’d be so cliché,
Silently you sit and watch them go,
Hoping inside that they don’t know,
Maybe they won’t know, but everybody knows…

I think of you and I think about stars,
Captured fireflies in marmalade jars,
Beautiful reminders of what may have been,
But the fire goes out, and they lay there dead...

He says, “The poison doesn’t do it for me anymore,
I need a pain to leave me lying gasping on the floor,”
My eyes go cloudy as he looks to yesterday,
I say, “I never meant to hurt you anyways...”

It broke my heart, I almost cried
To see you hurting, so broke inside,
Twist, plunge deeper, lemon and salt it so,
Some suffer in silence, I’ve come to know,
You’d rather be alone, you asked me to go...

The colors flew around the walls,
How I got here I don’t recall,
He handed me the bottle and I didn’t think twice,
"Just get rid of the pain, whatever the price..."

I think we danced, at least we may’ve,
Silly boy, to think I’d misbehave,
He said, “I bet I can change your mind,”
Slow down, stop, (learn to) rewind,

“Hold my hand,” I pleaded, to who?
I don’t think so, that’s not something I’d do,
Stop, not there, leave me alone,
I don’t want to be touched anymore…

A glance at the reflection as I pass a mirror,
I thought I saw a smile, but it disappeared,
Spin around and around, a crystal ball,
Reality’s a mist that surrounds us all…


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Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the grave, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young….
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


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Touching the Eye

Touching you, your skin
so cold, flat, hard
the sickness within you 
like muddy water after a downpour,
how could I stay. I could, I could not run...
from the death in your hollow eyes,
the limpness of your skeletal fingers.
Don’t run. Life seeks life, 
succubus to the energy of kindnesses, chi.
Stroking your broad forehead
the horizon of beyond comes clear, clear to me.
Yet fear, is all you feel 
and the wind of black holes, all you hear.
The eye of I, connects with the we of Thee,
momentarily, rosing a cheek
hesitantly, lifting the corner of lip
as you, through the we
remember He. Touching....


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Pain

Drowning is excrutiating.
More so in your own blood,
Your illusions.
Slowly, I hum along to the
tune of my own death.
What else could a puppet do 
But dance?

Death is a treasure. Peaceful.
Life is torture. Unbearable.
Ashes lie where a bright flame flickered.
Violently extinguished.
Choked by a diet of untruths.

My endurance is puzzling.
Maybe i was ensnared-
Irretrievably bound.
Inevitable isn't it?
To feel the ripping of a heart
And the extermination of young emotions.

The humming ceases-
The end is near.
His pulsing palm is
where my pump rests.

The fiction" I love you,"
sometimes seems so true.
Love is pain.
Pain is not love


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WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN

    WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN
I was laid to rest, 
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say 
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.

If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.

I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.

I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.

I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things should be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
yet I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.


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SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE

   SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...

And you'll believe her.

Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.

She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.

But you will KNOW.
You will know.

That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.

That's when you will die.
   
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.


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TO LOVE YOUR COUNTRY

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Lazarus Walk


Boots
in the closet;
I wait for them to walk
so I can follow.

Wallet
in my drawer;
he needs his license, money,
not a lot, 

t-shirt,
pair of pants,
running shoes,
his watch,

binoculars,
field guide, 
floppy hat.
I won’t forget.

I’m ready, boots;
lead me;
it’s not too late;
it’s not.

©Kathryn Collins 
June 14, 2007



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Acceptance

A bridge stood tall beneath a sky Of colour shining bright Darkness and light both amplified And beautified the night The stars, they danced in rainbow gleam Kissing the velvet base The gentle heavenliness of the dream Renewed my ugly face It seemed that years had disappeared And time had fallen asleep As I stood upon the bridge I feared But now I keenly reap A college friend was by my side Smiling futuristically I felt as if my past had died Simply renewing reality We watched, living and nonliving As the stars expanded and glided I gaped, silently forgiving My ugliness that had subsided The lake below grew jealous Of our glowing, beauteous form But we ignored it, obliviously zealous As the cold chill of night kept us warm When daylight came upon us The balance was tattered and torn My glowing frame was suddenly conscious Of the lake below, forlorn I stared upon its glimmering waters While the sun burnt out my paradise The college friend was sliced and slaughtered By the reality I have come to realise The ugliness declines to subside But who says beauty can’t be rough? The stars refuse to shine so bright But still they shimmer enough As for that random college girl I just don’t know how long But I’ll find her someday in this world And who’s to say I’m wrong?


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Delilah's Story- Part I

She ran her finger through sun kissed locks
As he lay sleeping in her bed
His handsome face smiled in a dream 
Her breasts the pillow for his head

How she wanted their night to last
But soon t’would be the break of day
When he would arise and then be gone
Her charm could not make him stay

But, oh how she did adore him
As she gazed at his muscled form
Even more than she loved his strength
Was his passion that took her by storm

She had lain often  in this bed
With countless other horrid men
But none had ever touched her heart
As this man fast asleep right then

Earlier she’d once more asked him
That which would bring her wealth and fame
She asked as she slowly undressed
“Delilah, your question’s the same.”

“But, Samson if you do love me
You’ll share your secret that’s profound”
Then she molded herself to him
He couldn’t breathe or make a sound

He moaned as she touched and pleased him
But she knew timing must be right
Before she’d let him possess her
Her vict’ry had to be in sight

She called him in the grip of passion
“Your strength drives me insane
But, Samson, if I don’t know the secret
You’ll never touch me like this again”

His hair flowed down all about her
Curtaining all except his face
“You’ll always be mine, Delilah
My hair is my God given grace.”

Then she closed her eyes and let go
And they both tasted ecstasy
Now he lay spent on her full breasts
Would she let her strong man go free?

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Take Me Away

I dream in darkness.
I sleep to die.
Erase my sorrow.
Erase my lies.
Our burning ashes,
Blacken the day.
A world of nothingness.
Take me away.


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The longest conversation

I forgot Him who stood by me all this time
Now with nothing left I go back to Him
And He soothes me with a soft hand
Strokes my hair tells me its all about to end
My pain  my guilt its Him who's left
He tells me its a choice I have to make
Death is always an option never self imposed
He told me He is not cruel, He loves me a lot
When I cry in the corner , He wipes my tears
Life might be unfair , but death is not
A new beginning is all what I want
He told me I have never let go of faith
Even when I sinned or betrayed
He sighed when I made mistakes
He smiled at the lessons learned
He looked at me when I looked away
He was there to talk when no one was
He saved me from so much that could have gone wrong
I drifted away , He brought me back
He showed me the way , when I was lost
He trusted me but I trusted no one
Now when I gave up He came to me again
I looked for everyone , never thought its Him
Asked Him , how did I find you?
He said I am amongst those pieces of your broken heart
I was shocked , you were here all this time?
Yes I was always in your beating heart
I felt the pain more than you did
Every time you cried, i was crying with you
Did they realize they stabbed me when they hurt this heart
It bleeds with my pain and some of yours
We are one maryam, all hearts combined
Man will never realize , its the same for all of us
You have to keep breaking your heart to discover me
You look astonished , is it hard to believe?
I replied , you dwell in the heart and I have hurt some too
Yes , I felt that more than they did boo
I am sorry , I don't know why you are still with me
Because I can't let you go , you are a part of me
He said , man is guilty but how soon he forgets
I love all , more than a mother who begets
You are scared of hell, is that why you pray?
The fire is more powerful, then the love I display?
You have been given free will to perceive
Fear of my brutality is not what I need
They think I'm unfair , ruthless and cruel
some scared to say , I know , I made you fool
You've made your own ways of getting close to me
Everyway I adore , I acknowledge everything you do
Universe is love , not some punishment and rules
Believe that I am, and the truth appears to you
If I wanted slaves, I would give you no will
Man is made to discover , man is made to choose
I listen and I watch , I never let you go
You are so dear to me,every unique soul
So its your decision now, come see more
Death is just the beginning of what you really are


Details | Elegy | |

Moon Walk on Your Grave

Moon Walk on Your Grave

A life begun in stardom,
now, ending up in shame.
Relentless media, cruel world,
who then is there to blame.

A sadness inside,
no tears on your face.
The pain all but over,
mass confusion erase.

In wonder we watch,
can a life be explained?
Can't surface your agony,
under facade you remained.

Let's focus on the talent,
musical joy that you gave.
In peace now I pray,
moon walk on your grave.

© Rene' Brady 2009


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The Old Rugged Cross Suffered The Worlds Greatest Loss

 

My favorite of songs is The Old Rugged Cross.
   The most tragic of days was the worlds’ greatest loss.
For sinners that day were all given their chance.
   His Father in heaven could not even bear to look not even one glance.
Forgive them He prayed as His life’s blood ran down to the ground.
   Can you picture Him there wearing that thorny old crown?
On that hill so far away, sad but precious memories were made.
    Born of a virgin mother in the tomb He was laid.
Death could not hold Him, death would not last.
    Three days in that tomb, so long ago, death too it would pass.
He arose and was seen by many it was said.
    Our Savior arose from the grave and no longer was dead.
As He gave His final words to His apostles and friends.
    He ascended to the clouds but they knew they would see Him again.
He made us a promise He would rule once again.
     I feel that day is coming we’re reaching the end.
The prophecies that abound.
     With each new day they seem to be coming unwound.
Are you ready my friend for the Millennium Reign?
     Are have you sunk to wearing the mark worn by Cain?
Sacrifices my friend we all have to do.
    Just look at Jesus and the sacrifice He made, was made just for you .
So on that hill so far away I kneel at the thought.
    With His precious blood my cleansing was bought.
And what have we learned, or did He die just for nought?
    I look to Jesus and His love I have sought.
He must come first in all that we do.
    And when the day comes you’ll see I speak true.
                       


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Delilah's Story- Part II

PLEASE DO NOT READ PART II BEFORE YOU HAVE READ PART I! THANK YOU! :)

She had been a modest woman
Had so desired a family
But that was all in the past now
And Samson was no guarantee

In the morning he would leave her
With his voice playing in her mind
No, she needed to secure life
“Delilah, don’t you be so blind!”

In the morning she stood beside him
Dressed in seductive finery
In the other room they waited
To see if Samson was history

“Samson, your enemies surround you”
He just smiled and patted the bed
“Come, let me take you to heaven”
Then he reached up and touched his head

Would she ever forget that moment
When he gave her a betrayed look
Tears did slip down as they bound him
Her man and all her dreams they took

She heard that he had been blinded
They had gouged out her man’s green eyes
All the money that she had gained
Was tainted red with crimson lies

There was a great celebration
Through her veil she saw Samson there
No longer lion but a lamb
All she could do was gawk and stare

They placed him in between pillars
Of the temple to their “strong” god
They kicked and spat and they hit him
They treated him worse than a dog

She rushed passed them in a minute
“It’s Delilah,” murmured the crowd
For her flowing veil had fallen 
How she wished now it were her shroud

She gently touched his haggard face
And he smiled a sad knowing smile
“Your beauty I can’t see, my love
But I’ve waited for you all this while.”

She sobbed, “I tried to buy you back
With much more money than they gave 
I’m sorry, dearly beloved
Please, be strong now and do be brave.”

“Leave me now,” was his coarse command
“My kind God will still set me free
I’ll bring this place down on their heads
Delilah, please just let me be.”

“My lover….my eternal love”
On her breasts she now lay his head
“Pull down this building forever
I’ll lie with you in our death bed”

How the story ends is well known
Samson was given strength once more
That strength stolen by a woman
Delilah, whom his did adore!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Kimo | |

I Cried

I Cried

We danced and kissed under the stars all night
When we parted ways I cried
Our last kiss on this earth


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He's Gone

Why God; Why take him?
 
It’s not fair; not right.
 
So full of life to come,
 
Now gone in the night.
 
 
 
I loved him; we all did,
 
With his heart so pure.
 
Am I now to forgive
 
You, or lost forever more?
 
 
 
Why not take who’s to blame?
 
Could not wait to drink.
 
He’s gone; it’s not the same.
 
I’m lost; on the brink,
 
 
 
These walls are closing in
 
And the voices are screaming.
 
They want me to join him,
 
Just to end this suffering.
 
 
 
I won’t but not because of you.
 
For him; even in death I won’t
 
Disappoint him; I will stay true,
 
But it is a nice thought.
 
 
 
A thought to see his face,
 
And hear his velvet voice.
 
To delight in his embrace.
 
Then we could rejoice.
 
 
 
We could talk of the old days
 
How we caused childish havoc,
 
For everyone; all the crazy ways
 
We played; laughed till ecstatic
 
 
 
How we fought the others wars.
 
Even wiped the others tears.
 
Best friends; maybe something more,

 From first grade; for fourteen years.
 
 
 
For you I will carry on; keep charging through.
 
I can’t promise I won’t stumble along the way
 
Because blind I am without you,
 
Feeling along each passing day.
 
 
 

This poem is dedicated to
 
Derek Aaron Haynes
 
1-13-89 / 4-25-11


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Time

                  I miss you more and more everyday, That's why I drink so much to take this   pain away. The pain don't really go away it comes back, and I get so lost I don't know how to act. I get lost in my thoughts of you, It kills me you can't come back ever no matter what I do, This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw. Some people say time will heal, but I know I'll be missing you still, It feels like I'm living in a bad nightmare I wish it wasn't real. If I could go back in time, I would go back and press rewind. I would go to that day the 2nd of July, and make sure you were okay and you didn't die. All I got got now are our memories and the tears I cry, To keep it together it's hard but believe me I try.


Details | Sonnet | |

Star Struck

Many nights you’ve graced my sight
fair Orion, hunter and groom to the abyss,
and yet it would seem an eternity
before we would meet and kiss.

Bought you’d be, and brought to me
by the grace of He who waits.
So, when I die my heart can rise
upon your valor’s brace.

He’d rename Hatsya’s famed
so my soul could light the way.
Dearbhla true poetess of love
‘pon Orion’s sword held sway.

And up I’d rise at my demise
to crest the sky and space. 





Details | Free verse | |

Thy Divine Mercy

Thou art merciful
in so that you doust
the flames of loathsome torment
that grows in thy heart
Being this said be mine
be mine and we will dispel
winters veiling gaze of discontentment
we are masters of stars 
envied by lordships and peasants alike
fatal star destined lovers 
brought forth to the world
from the loins of two foes
but destined to love till death
consumes us like a veil
while we sleep away the rest of our eternal
lives we wait to be reborn to love again


Details | Epic | |

raised from the dead

three women with points on their licenses to the tomb of Jesus they ventured
as they had a love for our Savior that was totally uncensored
they were told that the Roman soldiers over His tomb were standing guard
but they had a need to consecrate His body that compelled them to do their part
it was risky and unreasonable in the minds of most
but man's reasoning has no value when it comes to our Heavenly Host
to do the impossible that is what they desired
and with the power of the Holy Spirit they were then inspired
to walk by faith and not by sight guided by God's spiritual light

and when those women got to the tomb they then discovered 
that the sepulcher of Jesus was now uncovered
no Roman soldiers were in sight 
just an Angel of God wearing raiment snow white
"fear not" the Angel said, for the prophecy has been fulfilled
the Messiah  Jesus has risen from the dead for it is God's will
the mighty stone had been rolled away
it was a bold godly display

do you know that God will roll away any stone that impedes your life?
as He rolled away the stone at the tomb of His beloved Son Jesus the Christ
to be raised from the death of corruption and sin
restored, renewed, revived and born again
raised up from societal barriers of destruction
now a new creation in Christ's gospel production
the Lord desires that we live abundantly
and to walk with the power of His authority
so never forget the sacrifice and the blood that was shed
when Jesus the Christ by the hand of God was raised from the dead


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Love Song

Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? 

Does it matter that I didn't’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

There’s a poetry reading tonight 
whence I’I'll chide other poets 
who don’t sit alone. 
I won’t bring up death 
but I might have to breathe, 
even into a mike 
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo 
maybe even a wince or two. 

Just maybe I’I'll talk about love 
and how following your heart is like following a dog— 
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). 
But how many times have I used that line 
since the story I wrote about you, 
a witty and sexy and fictional you? 
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you. 

I won’t recite it from memory 
because I don’t think about you that much anymore, 
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer 
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, 
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? 

I don’t remember your eyes 
except they are blue. 
And I don’t remember you, 
not even when I smell cucumber and apple, 
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed 
or when you walk through the door 
happy to see me; 
even then I don’t remember you. 
Does it matter that I don’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

How about a few one-liners 
for the end of days?— 

Depression is self-awareness, 
which you’d know if you were; 
I need Ritalin to listen to you, 
Lithium to hug you, 
Viagra to feel you, 
and Valium to sleep. 

All you need 
is me standing there, waiting at home 
with turns of phrase and word plays 
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand 
but want to buy as much as I can 
and how I love celebrity gossip 
and detest poetry slams 
and find rhyming trite 
except when I am. 

Hypocrites can still be right, 
which you do understand 
because you nod at my nonsense 
about fighting the man. 

But now, at the end of all things— 
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, 
and you’re just sitting there, smiling 
asking me to pass the bread.


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Borderline's Wreckage

I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…


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Heaven Just Could Not Wait

Mommy, Why do you cry?
Daddy, Why weep?
The angels up here.
Are so loving and sweet.
What a beautiful place,
No sadness or fears.
And whatever you ask,
God always hears.

His love surrounds me,
I am not alone.
I am comforted and loved,
I am happy at home.
So, here for you,
I'll patiently abide.
Keeping our mansion ready,
Warm and cozy inside.

I'm very close by,
And in your hearts I will stay.
I'm not really gone,
I'm just a heartbeat away.
The angels were singing,
As they opened the gates.
As you see, for me,
Heaven just could not wait.


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The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away 

Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can

For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history

Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss

I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way

Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head

While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul

He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?

As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb 

And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn

This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts

Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free

Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind

I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay

Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me

I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet

I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”

And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb





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Why Must It Be

Can I let you go? Will you be okay? Where you're headed now...to a better place Listen to my words of forgiveness relieving this pain I'd give anything to have you back again To hold you once more in my arms, one more day of happiness you now dwell within my heart Your innocent smile is forever a distant memory, and the times that we share are precious treasures that I spend reliving The Shadow of Death Took you in just one breath Why must it be? I cry behind this closed door, searching desperately for an answer, yet all I feel is an emptiness inside... despair haunts me forevermore Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? Why does this have to hurt? Cancer robbed thy life from thee... Why must it be? Fly away Angel Child of Mine Trod thy broken paths, roam away, fly and be free... Why must it be?


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Washed Away Hillslope

Here on a washed away hillslope
Water brought an acorn to grope
A little clay of Georgia red
Put down a tap root and make its bed
Took years to grow in this poor soil'
But it sustained on water___toil

Soil gave what nourishment she could
But help from rain that understood
Stony soil and hard rocks below
Was hurtful when Oak tried to grow
The soil strained to give very best
Oak was draining the soul of rest

This meager soil will starve the Oak
No!  This Mighty Oak only grows

Had that acorn fallen on boulder
Would have sent strong root __grown taller

This Oak became a Kingly Tree
Soil is glad to have been drained free___
Of nourishment that nurtured it
Now the rain and sun supplies pith
For soil to be greatly replenished
So Oak but prospers___soil finished

(Idea came after reading Edna St. Vincent Millay..)


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So

So
WLM
Wilncrazy555
May 10, 2011

I love you so 
And in this lifetime you will never know
The love in my heart 
Has been there from the start
The first time on metrodate
The site of our union
We always had our ups and downs
But we weathered through the obstacles
To where we are today
And each day from here forward
Until the precious Lord takes me away
To the place of glory and contentment
But even in Heaven I will be
Watching over you and guiding you
To find the perfect image of me
To carry on the traditions of glorious marriage
Which you will not be deprived of 
While you are still young and beautiful
Which will never change?
For you beauty is endless to mine eyes
For the time being while I am still with you
I will always love, honor, and cherish
Beyond imagination and comprehension
You are my queen and the mother of my children 
Who will grow into the years? 
From youth to adulthood
Knowing they have always been loved
To the fullest extent imaginable
From this day forward
I pray these things in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
Amen

Chorus
Our father is always there
He knows in our hearts what we need
He guides us in our daily lives
Our father he will always be


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MY HUSBAND, MY LOVE

My husband comes to me from beyond a curtain,
      His soul visits me, of that I am certain,
           For in a dream, I see his face,
       He comes to me only by God's grace.

          Albert has been dead for many a year,
 But soulmates aren't separated, that is quite clear,
          Neither time nor space can keep us apart,
           For we have been together from the very start.

           He came to me when I was near death,
           Only sheer will kept my Life's breath,
           He stood on a cloud, all fluffy and white,
           It would have been easy to join him that night.

       But something inside me made me scream "NO"!
       "My children still need me, I'm sure that you know,
        Losing you and then me, would be too big a blow,
         I'll be with you shortly, you know how time flows."

                      I loved that man, I miss him still,
                      He was so warm, always a thrill,
                       He was the "light" of my life and he still is,
                       I was his wife and will always be his.


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Self Mutilation

I'm gonna draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist

As I draw this picture
A fountain will appear
And as that fountain flows
My troubles disappear


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Crucified Clown

Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.

Mighty door creaked
Black-veiled phantoms
Chanting the anthems
Thus the dusts freaked.

All the phantoms read
The holy pages.
The pious sages
For repentance plead.

Life’s last drops
Time’s burning tears.
Soaked deep in fears,
Crushed by crops,

The soul crumples.
Satan’s oracle
Tempting manacle
On heart tramples.

Towers of flesh
Drag my weary bones
As the axe-man hones
His blade afresh

Heard the Devil's voice:
"Crimson Cross!"
My dice to toss
Fate's generous choice!

"Kneel by the altar
Take my rosary,
Or God's pillory.
You have to falter?"

Succumbing feet tread
On scaffold's heart
As the moments part
What's there that they dread?

Nails of Divine love
Prick my palms
Grope for balms
Wails a benign dove

Mocking herd of sheep
Ignorant vultures
The gaze tortures
The wound doth weep.

The Fallen Prince 
Roars with laughter:
"The hereafter!?!
Who else to convince?"

"O thou Holy, hark
The Forsaken Son
Has thy Father won?"
All the rest is dark…?


Details | I do not know? | |

Drops

A drop

Dreams,

Drowns,
D
   I
     E
        S….


Life’s ruby dews 
Adorn petals of face,
Hurried moments pace,
Pale fading hues.

Cascades of rolling pearls,
Drown the eyes of mine.
Dainty wreaths of vine,
Crown my darling’s curls.


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With Him goes a Rose

It was only a few days
On their barren soil
Through a doorway he went
So many lives now spoiled

An explosive device
Plastic in design
Could never be detected
Now a life resigns
 
The regimental medic
Rushes to his aid
To stem his internal bleeding
Through his eyes he fades

His lifeless soul lies lonely
As he is gently stretchered away
Where he will be flown back home
To where the angels play

In honoured ceremony
As he is carried to his carriage
On the tarmac awaits
His fiance, without marriage

In the chapel of rest
She stands in a tear laden pose
Her tribute to her lost one
With him goes a Rose

For tomorrow she will awake
A new day in her life
As she remembers her love
Who would have made her his wife




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


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Loss for Eternity

in the distance i see you
and i call you back;
I WANT YOU BACK........
and you turn....

look at me
with a split-second
of for-EVER in your eyes

then...as you are
so good at doing
you use that 
devil i don't care
smile

and disappear
right there
in the crystal
swirling liquid 
of my tears

there is a whispering...
"i will wait....
yes, i will wait
next time."

by janetta


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His Wife

In her cold tomb her spirit lingers,
It was his ring she wore upon her third finger.
A tainted body, so meek, so frail,
Once golden, now so pale,
With long hair and a painted face,
He could still smell her perfume,
But only a trace...
With baby's breath and a single faded rose,
He valued his wife more than diamonds,
To him she was more precious than gold.
Her life wasn't measured by the number of breaths she 
would take,
But by the moments when she took his breath away.
Such an untimely death, as he heard the doves lonely song,
He sat there wondering how life could go on.
Here comes the new dawn,
The sun would still shine.
He would remember her beauty,
Until the end on time.


Details | Free verse | |

My Bride of the Black Dress

My bride of the black dress,
Come to me my dear,
Take my hand and kiss me,
My beloved bride,
Soon the wedding will start,
And we shall be wed,
Now wait for me,
Wait for me,
My love is never ending,
Your deathly white skin,
And boney arms are beautiful to me,
So wait for me my bride,
I shall join you soon enough,
But first let me remove this dagger from your heart,
My beautiful bride of the black dress,
Our heaven awaits.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Broken

Broken
So Broken
Like Shards of glass
I'm shattered
A million pieces scattered
 across the floor of my heart
Beating,
    Pulsing,
         Throbbing,
               for your love.
But I am not worthy
 for anyone's heart,
  much less yours.
For so long you were my heart
And now you are gone.
 I am dying
from the inside out
Like a knife carving its way out of my chest.
Blood trickles,
 as I leave this place.
Sweet release


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sitting On the Dock With Rene

I left my home, it  wasn't  so gorgeous,
but I knew I could no longer stay
I had nothing to live for,
seemed like only sadness would come my way,
headed for any deep water bay,
sitten' on the edge of sadness,...
wasted by time.....time...

on the bay of grief and sadness
I sat and wondered aloud....
how can I feel so lonely....
even in the midst of a crowd?

sittin' on the dock of sadness bay
wearing my ......crow....crown.....

I was royal fodder for sorrow,
looked like just sh_t would be comin' to me
I wanted so much to hold him,
but somehow   fate would not let that be.....

so I'm sitten' on the fringe of cryin'....
every day.....ay, ay, ay, ay...

I'd whistle if I could...
and if it'd bring him to me
for just one more day...
but my throat is simply too.
clogged with tears
what can I say?

I sit on the riverbanks
of mighty river styx
the river I've longed to cross
so I could hold him once more...
but sadness has stranded me
here, on this lonely shore...

for Rene, my sister in sorrow,
among the millions of us in
the dark seas of grief....


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Good-Bye My Friend

I look outside to see your paw prints among the crystal snow
The perfect markings of your day of play until my friend you had to go 
On the floor lays your ball and your new Christmas toys 
The perfect markings left behind from my friend that brought me joy
In my heart is where i keep you to help me slowly mend
The eternal mark left behind from loosing my trusted friend



Details | Narrative | |

The Saddest Story Known to the Human Heart

He sped home, 
His hands covered with desperation
Pedal down to the cold of the floor
His mind clouded with hesitation

She stood alone on the porch,
Her hands covered with damnation
Heart cold from the winter night
She was yearning for the liberation

Tears streamed from down his eyes
The night was clouded like a horror movie
Breaths are heavy and cold with perspiration
Thinking, “How could she do this to me?”

Her legs gave out,
As she collapsed to the floor
Headed to the phone
She crawled to the door

His love burned out,
As he slammed on the gas
Eyes blurred with tears
He was going way to fast

She had to tell him,
He was the love of her life
Phone was cold as she grasped it
She quickly dialed his number in strife

His phone rang in the side of his jeans
He scrambled for it and saw her name
Mind conflicted whether to pick it up
He answered in a crying shame

She hears his voice from the other side
She tells him she loves him and starts to cry
Then it happened
She never got to say goodbye

His speedometer was to the max,
His attention was taken of the street
Head on collision
He had his life swept from under his feet

She heard the crash on the other end
Screamed out his name in an awful blur
And collapsed again to the floor
He never got the chance to say he loved her


Details | Ballad | |

Martyr for the Unorthodox word

If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word


Details | Verse | |

On The Wings Of A Dragonfly

I walked down the hospital corridor
And a dragonfly I see
Staring through the window pane
Looking just for me.

My mind immediately took wings
And soared above the clouds
I looked upon the city huge
Where I was once a child.

Then the wind beneath his wings
Transported me far north
To the Nebraska Sand Hills
And the school I once taught.

Here a Cowboy riding tall
Caught my eye you see
Then I knew with all my heart
This land my home would be.

I drifted farther north again
To Dakota land,
Where we ranched and raised the kids
Our dreams to soon would end.

Back to Kansas we did go
A living was our goal.
For twenty years you worked so hard
Your health did pay the toll.

I traveled upward one last time
Our old place I see
Beneath me lies your garden site
With nothing left but weeds.

I soar over our new home
Your flowers and veggies bloom,
I picked your pretty coral rose
And brought it to your room.

The dragonfly blinked his eyes at me
His message I'd misread,
He wasn't here for me at all
But for my Cowboy, instead.

I need to thank my daughter-in-law Darcee for her help.
Cile and Darcee Beer


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You Will Be Missed

If you died today, 
What would you think?
Where would you go?
Do you think, you would think?
I don’t know.

Look down upon, those you love. 
Look down, look down,
From high above.
You see them grieving,
Hurting so much,
They regret your leaving,
They miss your touch.

Why oh why did you have to leave?
Come back come back,
Wipe their tears with your sleeve.
Give them a hug,
Tell them it’s alright.
It’s time to unplug.
The light is so bright.

They feel you here,
They feel you going.
Was a wonderful life,
One worth knowing.
Closer and closer,
To the light you go.
Brighter and brighter,
They will miss you so.


Details | Blank verse | |

Turmoil

Swirling, frightening, painful, sad.
Why have you died?
Where do we go?
In turmoil,
Tears leaking from my eyes.
Please tell me why
you've gone.
There's another place,
but, you're not near anymore,
with your wit, your smile, your gentleness.
In turmoil,
and somehow it will pass.
Give it time
Right, I say as the tears
flow unchecked.
The grief is overwhelming. 
I don't understand.
I call out to thee.
Wrap me in your love, your kindness,
your sadness.
Wrap me in your turmoil.


Details | Ode | |

Lament to Lone Coyote

This pain in my heart is out of control,
for life without you has deeply wounded my soul.

Bitter-sweet memories flood my weary brain,
as this heartache and grief drive me insane.

Your part in my life, a blessing I treasure;
and love for my Coyote is far beyond measure.

You are at peace and suffer no pain.
This, alone, be my comfort to keep me half sane.


Details | I do not know? | |

I cry, I weep, I

I cry, I weep, I crumble
But nothing ever shows.
This lump in my throat is growing,
as the salty tears turn cold.
I cry, I weep, I wonder
How could you love me so?
The heart in my chest is breaking,
but this you'll never know.
I cry, I weep, I quiver 
As the truth slowly becomes clear.
I long for love, but turn away, 
because the end is what I fear.
I cry, I weep, I deliver
Thr truth that haunts our dreams,
But deep inside, I want to cry,
but my pride will never let me.
I cry, I weep, I fumble
To say the words, I dream to say
But can't because my love is pure
and yours changes everyday.
I cry, I weep, I ponder
On what you think of me
But don't really care, 
because no one's here
and no one realy loves me.


Details | Free verse | |

Writer's Block Is More Like Death

Drained of words. 
The flow has ceased and the imagination is bled dry of originality. 
I'm left flipping through my past 
Scratched in ink across these pages. 

Thoughts long forgotten seemingly infantile, 
Paling in comparison to anything that's recently infested my mind. 
I sit in a cold room, locked away from the world 
Curled in the corner with a pen 
Stabbing into my skin hoping to grasp some idea of pain 
To cause a flood as I have times before. 

Theories I drew up in my rebellious youth circulate in my blood 
Causing a twisted sense of self-pride feeding my bitterness. 
My flesh is drained of color, painted with the whites and dusted yellows 
Of headlights passing through the blinds hanging limp over the window. 

I burn, burn away into the previous day 
Where I wasn't dependent on these words that keep me from jumping out of my 
skin. 
Sucking on the scents lingering in the air from nightmares to gain some 
inspiration 
I find myself dangling on the brink of insanity and mental collapse, 
Surrendering myself to the fear of another failure. 
Giving up to the truth that I'm living with the assurance 
That only cold soil and a glossy maple-wood box wait for me at the end, 
If I could afford even that.


Details | I do not know? | |

my mother

	MY MOTHER
I dedicate this poem to my beloved mother

I miss you mum, I miss you
I know I always will
I’ll never stop loving you
I knew that you were ill
I wanted to take away the pain
I would have done it too
But you just grinned and took it
That is so like you
I remember that look on your face
When you told me you were dying
It seems like it was yesterday
I could not stop crying
I know it’s been a long time
In fact it’s sixteen years
Time will never ease the pain
It cannot stop the tears
I say goodnight to you in bed
And think of you in bed
You’ll always be there in my heart
It doesn’t heal in time
My love for you will never die
And this I know is true
You just remember up above 
I’ll never stop loving you
A large piece of  my heart is gone
But I am not too sad
I remember the memories
And they always make me glad
You are my guardian angel
Who always looks after me
I look up at the stars above
I see you shine,  I see
I hope you like this poem
I made it just for you
Remember I’ll love you always
And I’ll always miss you too




Details | Free verse | |

Murdered Love

My love for you is a creature, a solid breathing 
Entity, a mangled creation of shadow-black flesh 
And the thread-like interwoven muscles of my 
Bleeding excuses…
The paltry reasons I put up with your countless 
Slights, insults, depravities, are its backbone, 
The eyes are mere sockets, the hollowed out orbs 
Where my intuition has failed…
My love for you stalks at my feet, its hot breath 
Warming my Achilles heel, the weakness that lets you in…
I cannot escape you…I cannot fool myself into hatred, 
Though it’s just a thin line away, 
I cannot shake off this damnable love, no matter how much 
It hurts, no matter the knives of white-hot agony that stab 
My heart, no matter how you choke me with your ropes 
Of lies and deceit…and you, how you repay me,
You pick up the shards of my shattered dreams, so much crushed glass, 
And grind them into my weeping wounds, you spit on 
My flailing hopes as they flap on the ground like crows 
With tattered dragging wings…you murder me with a smile…
And all the while my love for you clings to my hem, bulldog determined, 
Digging deeper and deeper into my melting soul, penetrating the bone, 
Burning brands of linked sixes in my marrow 
Soon I fear it will bite so deep it will sever me in two, and leave me, 
A mangled maimed malcontent dying slowly in a pool 
Of my own pathetic longing…my own self destructive love   


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Life Is Not A Song

It would be good to find a rhythm
But life is not a song.


Days passing with a sigh
Sketching bloodshot eyes for the 
Thousandth time
Both ears welcome in all your
Fears and my arms
Unwrap from myself and absorb the world

This is how I've saved your lives
And for all of the thanks, it can't justify me
Nobody there to pull me back when I try
To break through to the other side
Yet if all the dark was drowned out by the light
Who's to say there'd be anything left of me?

If I cry and collapse, is it me in command?
Or maybe the illness devouring me
Laughing caught in embrace with an intimate face
Could just be the meds overpowering me

Despite all my love and sympathy
I'm the one who my world revolves round
But the guilt even when I convert it to care
Melts in my mouth so I can't make a sound

So perhaps this is me, settled down into rhyme
Given up on my turn for a saviour
Trapped in distress in this mess for all time
Punishment for my selfish behaviour.


Details | Rhyme | |

Crack Killed AppleJack

He was just too blind to see that death lived in the rock house
not allowing himself to live as a man 
he died as a mouse
I have made a vow to let go and let GOD
reaching out to a higher power than myself to overcome this battle with a beast
opened arms will welcome back into the fellowship 
to say the least
Just for this moment I have not used
I choose not to live or die as AppleJack
I have the strength to jump back 
sick and tired of being sick and tired of this repititious cycle
temporarily insanity
taking the cowards way out
my heart mind soul opens and shout
FREE YOURSELF
without a doubt
I have a story to tell 
my experince strength and hope 
helping someone else to go a different path
WARNING: CRACK KILLS
your valuable brains cells
it kills your desire to think positive
daunting your spirit
you will not be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel
you might as well close your eyes as you frantically search through the night with 
arms outstretched in front of you
moving left to right 
up and down
wearing a frown
ready to cry
hoping you don't die
but death you sometimes want over life
because like AppleJack 
you were just to blind to see that death lived in the rock house



Details | Narrative | |

To What Do We Owe Thee?

To what do we owe thee for the sacrifice of your son?
The shedding of His precious blood to show love for everyone.
The death of Christ was necessary to save us from our sin,
For the glory of our Heavenly Father, life and peace within.
The gift of salvation was our God's compassionate plan,
As He included all mankind from each and every land.
The emblem of the rugged cross was filled with suffering and shame,
But eternal life was God's purpose all in Jesus' name.
At first Jesus spoke not a word, as He hung there on the cross,
The propitiator for all our sins, so we would not be lost.
As the hour neared for Christ's death, He murmured a forgiving word,
He directed His wish and last request as He looked upon the Lord.
"Forgive them Father",  Jesus said,  "For they know not what they do",
Through pain and anguish, He stayed on the cross just to save me and you.
Jesus' mission was accomplished when He hung His head and died,
The nails driven in His hands and feet, two thieves hung by His side.
The victory of death was heartbreaking, and it seemed all hope was gone,
But now our Saviour Jesus Christ sits right hand on the throne.
What an awesome act of love, delivered with no charge or fee,
To God be the glory for all He's done, everlasting life is free!




Details | Free verse | |

The Silence Between Words

Northern fire curves across heaven,
still and soft 
time floats calm beyond the stars
as the moon awakes
It was here that I found your name
and spoke it aloud
the wind carried it to my ear
Here I found you
lying forlorn, in your neglected grave, 
lost with a tongue that has long been forgotten
but I've found you now
will you find me too
when I lie, overgrown with weeds and thorns
while I sleep, in deep silence, embraced by the dark earth
alone, forgotten
will you remember me,
remember that once I called out your name?
clawed away the thorns and briars from your tomb
until my torn hands bled crimson upon the white marble 
my offering to you, my love?
my heart's blood,
dried so long ago
will you bleed for me, as once I bled for you
under pale moonlight
I am lost
kiss the coldness from my lips
brush the damp earth from my cheek
restore the honeyed flush that was once my youth
I've waited so long, my love, so long
and time is all I have


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yellow dress

if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
wearing nothing
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most beautiful things
about dancing with the moon
right before throwing up
something black & fleshy-pink
on the rock where i was sitting,
& we walked back to eat
a fried egg standing
next to the stove where
she would light her cigarettes
swigging shady ladys, silently
listening to my developing dissatisfaction
& some sort of lingering love,
if she was here right now,
staring blankly at flies buzzing,
i wouldn't be surprised,
even if it has been three years since she died.


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The Other Side Of Life

A loved one has passed to the other side,
Within my heart there to abide.
I know one day they'll be reborn,
That's why there's no reason for me to mourn.

Even though you've gone away,
In my heart you'll forever stay.
Next time around we'll meet again,
You may even be my closest friend!

From time to time I miss you still,
In truth I know I always will.
You've shown me love, laughter, and fun,
That I'll pass on before my time is done.

Death is not something that I dread,
Starting a new life is what lies ahead.
And when it comes my time to go,
I'll still send love to those I know.


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Turning from God

Exuberant with an abundance of new youth,
A heart so fresh, so full of light,
Grows dark and begins to write,
It sees through the lies it knows the truth.

Its soul loves God; with him it confides, breaks bread,
The soul keeps its heart and continues to pray,
Until the day the heart converted the soul to grey,
Pain unfolded, for the human they held, was now dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hopeless and Filled With Heartache

Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me, 
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?


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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands 
for assisting me with the words 
I could not find.

1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black

I Hope you enjoyed it


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Messiah

Something breaks inside this musty beggar.
As he awakes to see he's on 6th Avenue.
Where he sat and sang and endured the weather.
Where he sat and sang and sung the truth.
But the world didn't view things the way he used to. 
And couldn't seem to make them believe. 
The way that he saw things. 
The way that it should be. 

But I heard him play, like holy water.
And it opened up my eyes.
This man in tattered clothing; he's a, messiah, in disguise.
And I will sadly sing these awful songs. 
That were made in his design.  
Like music he sang all along.
Like music that's divine.

But Then his lovely daughter died. 
And he couldn't handle the grief.
He wrote one last sobbing song. 
And they found him in week.
Huddled in inside an alley-way.
Where he died inside his sleep. 
Dreaming on his daughter's eyes. 
Dreaming that he weeps. 

And now I'm singing songs about his daughter.
That brings a tear into to my eye.
This man in tattered clothing; he's a, messiah in disguise. 
So I will sadly sing these awful songs.
That were made in his design.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gospel Truth

I don't believe in the way things were.
I used to sit back and commend others for doing what I couldn't.
(it turns out, it was only what i wouldn't)

Every hand I extend in kindness is another step I long to take
And every note I sow, I swear it's because I know nothing else

Teach me shoulder-less love
Find me hope in the darkest hotels
Kill my distaste for
SOMETHING SO MUCH MORE!

I won't come back home
You don't need this throne
Fill my heart, I'm forlorn
Keep me out of this haze

Grace from remorse, let's turn this into a style
I'm alone in the next room
WAITING FOR THE NEXT GROOM
(the devil at the alter, the coffin in the courtyard)


Details | I do not know? | |

Final Rest

Death is never meant to be like this 
wrapped in the disguise of a lady's kiss 
it's suppose to be the final rest 
when the soul has passed every test 
but this is different in every way 
the kiss is made of everything i could ever say 
it is a sweetest surrender into another life 
it was when i knew you would be my wife 
it was that kiss that you gave to me 
it was the very thing that made me see 
but life is never eternal in this world of ours 
life ends here beneath this world of falling stars 
it ended in a final kiss 
which holds everything i would ever miss 
the love, the passion, the burning life 
all split apart by the edge of a jealous knife 
i had it all and all was too much 
no more kiss, no more life, no lingering touch 
so i guess what death means is this 
that there can be no final rest in a woman's kiss


Details | I do not know? | |

When

When will this hurt go away
When will I bravely face each new day
You've been gone for some time
Yet it seems like you're still here in my mind
The memories and moments we shared
Are still alive and at times the pain is so hard to bear
Just the mention of your name
Lights up my soul with a never ending flame
But now it's time to move on
To forget the past and admit you are gone
When will this hurt go away
Not for a long time but maybe one day


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Going Away

 

I watched him shuffle across the dusty old floor,
You could see the pain with each step as he reached for the door.

I said why don’t you let us get someone to help you with your chores?
Reckon that would probably make it easier on me, that’s for sure.

But son I’ve been a batchin ever since the Lord took your Granny away,
And I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

My old dog and that old cat keep me company when the days get rather long,
We sit out on the gallery and I hum one of your granny’s favorite old songs.

Ain’t gonna be to long, I reckon till the Lord calls out my name,
Sure enough been ready, without your granny ain’t nothing quite the same.
 
The one thing I’m gonna miss though is seeing you every day or two,
Yeah I knew that day was a coming, just thinking on it really made me blue.

I said paw does it scare you some knowing you be fixing to leave,
Don’t reckon it does knowin I’m a going to a better place, sure ain’t no reason to grieve.

I said paw how am I going to get along, you’ve always been there for me?
Just trust in the Lord son, He’s always there you’ll see.

Well it weren’t but a few days later we laid ole paw away,
I never seen him look any happier, I know he was ready for that day.


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You Were The Best Mother,




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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Harvest Of The Seed


  
  Each field is barren white with snow, 
around me blind, they know.
I see.
Darkness brings the haze of dawn, 
how many must it show.

While many miles of web it's barb, 
my flesh, 
it tastes and grows.

Bringing home the wheat, 
ground white, 
and powdered souls, 
spread open far and wide.

Touching only youth, 
not men, 
Each gem from stone, 
pours out and lost our seed it keeps.
No more.


j.McC. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


Details | Elegy | |

The Way It Was

The song starts to play and I start to cry
How can so much hurt come from a song like that?
Once upon a time it used to bring me happiness and laughs
Now all it brings me is sorrow
You were my world and the song was ours
Now you're gone leaving me with nothing but a broken heart
It isn't easy to forget about everything
That song meant so much to me and now it's all been taken away
I had a dream that the song was going to bring us together again
But now, I don't want to listen to the song anymore
The song is a constant reminder of our tragedy and it will always hurt
I've tried to forget but nothing seems to work
I'll listen to that song a million times more
Until the day we are reunited, together forever


Details | Ballad | |

Oh Death Where Is Thy Sting

Born into tragic reckoning,
We understand that all the bliss we have is but a moment in Creation,
Elation and tragedy come to nothing beneath the last breath our body takes,
And death opens wide to swallow us into that great mystery.
Born into tragic reckoning,
We try and create a memory that lives beyond our countenance,
But that memory is hollow compared to the touch of loved ones,
We grow and live knowing that someday we will lose our parents and friends to that dark dominion,
And yet does death still sting as before?
Born into tragic reckoning,
A man lived in sorrow, hoping and reaching for a better tomorrow,
Born into poverty and oppression,
A man refused to accept the limitations of his age and grew to become like no manner of man that has ever existed.
Born into tragic reckoning, a man grabbed the hand of God and demanded life,
And when it was his time to die he embraced the abyss,
Three days later he rose from death’s clutches and said, “I am that I am.”
The great dream of tomorrow beyond the sting of loss is real and it is rather the sensation that things end which is mistaken.
For there was and is a man, who will ensure that tragedies are transformed into triumphant reconciliation.
For there was and is a man, who guarantees that even in the height of despair there really is no end and all mysteries give way to beginnings of blessing.
Oh Death, because of a man who was, who is, and who will be where is your sting?
Or sorrow where is your victory?
For death can rule no soul.
So into the great beyond, go with courage dear sister, go with courage.


Details | Epitaph | |

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.


Details | Elegy | |

The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)


Details | Rhyme | |

Smoking From the ones left behind

(FROM THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND)


To all you smokers out there.

I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,

If you want to smoke, it’s up to you,

But I don’t want to smoke your smoke too,

So many lives it takes away.

It really is a high price to pay,

Especially for the ones left behind,

The ones you love, so very kind.

They are the ones left with there hearts broken,

So many things left unspoken.

They are the ones, that have to nurse you night and day,

They are the ones, who sit and pray,

They are the ones left with the legacy of what you’ve done,

When you can’t breath, because of your lung,

They to would like a voice,

They to would like a choice.


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THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN

      THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN     
        February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;

and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.

They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!

       And when the fire consumed all that it could
        the winter of their lives was understood.


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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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Memorial Day

It's not about barbeques,
Hamburgers and franks
It's a day set aside,
For offering our thanks,
For those who died,
Or were injured or maimed
To fight against evil,
Whatever it's named

Pity that God couldn't 
Give them this day,
To let them come back home,
To their families and stay

Just one day a year
To retaste their love,
And let their dear souls,
Know how we think of them
While they're above,

They sacrificed their greatest gift
To keep us safe 
Though in sadness we drift

No more Thanksgiving dinners,
Movies or pies,
Just a host of loved ones
Who can't dry their eyes

I salute you dear brothers in arms,
Men, women, children with innocent charms,
You've done your job,
So adequately well,
It's up to us now,
We live in hell.
Sorrow so heavy
we bend at the knees
No trick or substitution
Ever will please

We hang up your picture
But it doesn't talk back
The love we did share,
We now sorely do lack

Your family and friends,
And your whole country too
Does cry for your sacrifice,
And salute you.


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The Temptress Of The Cliff

The heaven's lanterns she commands,
The harmony of ocean's harp.
Her moonlit shadow firmly stands,
And merges at the hem of scarp.

As I approach, afraid to speak,
Her illustration disappears.
Alone I brave the mountain peak,
Her cosmic voice still in my ears.

Express'd within the spectral mist,
Her tender kiss, conveyed so soft.
And on her words, I do subsist;
A multitude of miles aloft.

I then behold the sight surreal,
And ponder secretly my choice:
"Shall I take flight? (My fate I'll seal),
Or will I die a silent voice?"

My reasoning was then postponed.
Her beck'ning gaze that I adhere,
Came back to seize my love, dethroned.
Her sympathy was so austere.

I saw the sky, in half was split.
Beheld the universe immense.
Her fragrance rendered counterfeit
In face of harsh liquid incense.


I spied the Owl in the monsoon,
And glimpsed the Lark with grace outdone.
The former dancing with the moon,
The latter weeping for the sun.


And in her treason, I confide,
In holding on to but her arm.
The temptress of the cliff, my bride,
Will keep me far away from harm.

And so we danced on sky-high rocks,
The temptress of the cliff and I.
Disregarding all the clocks
That once beguiled us from the sky.

And on this cliffside masterpiece,
I felt my life was then complete.
With all my joy and inner peace,
I plunged a hundred-thousand feet.

She stood there singing to the draft,
High up that rocky balcony.
With her success, she cruelly laughed
At my stalemate epiphany.

Temptation preys on ill of wit.
So brook your life's pathetic tiff.
Above all things, do not submit
To her, the temptress of the cliff.


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Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


Details | Pastoral | |

The Flesh is Weak

Satan attempts to cut us off from the Heavenly Father by the same temptations, lust, greed, envy, being rude and a multitude of sins we get caught up in. We know our flesh is weak.

Satan works like an eskimo killing a wolf: An eskimo will put blood on a knife and freeze it, they repeat this process, until the knife has layers of frozen blood.
The wolf comes upon the knife and licks it, and is overtaken by his hungerous desires that he doesn't realize his tongue is being sliced, until his tongue is actually cut off:fact.

How many can relate to how our sinful nature, desires so of the world, we swirl and twirl, not realizing how far we have fallen into sin until it's too late..

There is hope through Our Risen Savior Jesus Christ.

Don't be cut off.......

Inspired by a sermon I heard once.


Details | I do not know? | |

She is the One

His strong arm wraps her frail, labored shoulders
Together they whisper against the clear, glass wall
All pain has passed, and they behold an answered prayer
A glorious blossom that has been entrusted to their hands
The child in the bed has a smile of morning 
They know but still they ask – Is she the one?

The voices crouch upon the bedroom windowsill
looking in from the night with curious eyes
Their fairy hands clasped together as though in prayer
Watching the rosy dreams that float above the girl
whose sleepy sighs breathe through the room like a song
With pressed fingers, they think – Is she the one?

He holds the black and white photo with his fingertips
as though when touched with flesh it might fade away
like the ending of a perfect dream, that lasts, in memory
yet hangs like aurora lights – there but not there. 
Raven-black eyes kiss the sweet face in the picture
and written on his sighing lips – Is she the one?

She is like a willow, he, the poet resting in her shade 
Bound with much more than two golden rings
It is long since they have given oaths of eternal love
But not once have their hearts stepped away from each other
With eyes made one they watch their child wreathed in lilies
Unspoken are their words – Is she the one?

He has been at the bedside for the past ten days
He has been beside her for the past fifty years
Wrinkled hand holds wrinkled hand, together tender
The sweet face, now lined and creased, is more than beautiful
He remembers the old picture, the love-wrought words
A smile recalls them – Is she the one?

Above them, unseen, the voices have returned
The slender lights that have always watched her 
through the years from the beginning, and now at the end
Their eyes are wet, but they have come to fetch the soul,
her innocent heart to take away in their fairy hands
Like music are their words – Is she the one?


Details | Ghazal | |

When You Go To Sleep

I dread the day when I get "the call"
When they tell me that you've gently slipped away
Well, at least I hope it will be gentle
As you close your eyes and say goodnight
Despite my fear of your imminent passing
My darling, you don't know the times I've prayed
And asked God to take you Home to Him
To come and rescue you from this hellish world
A world in which you've been imprisoned
Unable to walk or talk; your two greatest assets
Enslaved to the bonds of Alzheimer's disease
When you go to sleep, my love
Your spirit will soar to the highest heights
And there you'll be with our Father in Heaven
No more the feeling of indignity
Forget about forgetting!
You'll remember every glorious experience
And spend your time singing praises with the angels
You'll also get to meet our relatives
Who have gone to sleep before us
Our little son is waiting excitedly
To run and fling his arms around you!
He'll take you on a guided tour
Of the endless gardens and babbling brooks 
Flowing with life that will never cease
Pain will not be familiar with your name
Fatigue? Just a distant memory
Sickness and disease cannot touch you
And the prospect of death, you'll never know
You can wander around from country to country
Fulfilling your desire to travel the world
Then off you go and explore the stars
That light up the beauty of this earth
Examine the moon, planets and galaxies
Discover Daddy's handiwork
And witness first hand, the beginning of life
As the Big Bang is replayed
Please make sure to keep an eye on us here
Just to see that we're doing okay
Find out what your children are up to
And watch their kiddies turn into parents themselves
Of course, you'll be waiting for the day
When I come and join you for eternity
Until that day, I will always miss you
Thank you so much for coming into my life
Now, lie back, relax, and close your eyes
Go to sleep, my love, you have nothing to fear


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

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!


Details | Alliteration | |

My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


Details | Elegy | |

Treasures of my soul

The dear lost Grandmother
While roaming through my Memories
And thinking through and through 
And Trying and Remembering 
My First memory was You

A Withered frame once held your face
And transferred to my hand
Your backdrop gave angelic grace
My own image wet

So as I laid in feverish dreams
Without hope to live 
And just as soon as crisis cleared
I saw you in my sleep

I know you showed Idealism
Truly frivolous at Heart
Without a speck of Realism
And Debts stretched Far Apart

Your thoughts still glowed Very Bright
Complex Ideas flowed
And so with Great Illustrious light
Your Acumen had Grown

Dad knew your hair shone Flaxen
Your Eyes Great skies of Blue
Although there was no way
He could have known you

You die when he was still a Babe
Three months to be Precise
And Yet to him you still remain
Great Vision to His eyes

Soon after giving Birth to him
Or so I am told
You’ve fallen deathly mortally ill
While waiting in the Cold

And Patiently you waited
For One to take you home 
Just as my Father stated
The wait was just Too Long

It placed on you a dangerous strain
With Consequence Severe
With you receiving so late
We lost your Being dear

I wish he could Prolong your stay
But yet this isn’t true
And while You in Heaven lay
I always think of you


Details | Rhyme | |

Tainted Butterfly

This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Aging

I rise to face yet still more life again
And know my day will be about my age
Through sight that makes all things appear opaque
I hear about each third word spoken clear.

I walk with cane a slow but sure tempo
And get to where I aim without much fuss
Yet still it seems I burden those who care
To take the time to bare my years nonpluss. 

Each time I rise to face my life once more
Trumps thoughts of laying still without regard
For pains one takes to move upon this earth
Or see and hear with clarity implored.

I thank my Lord for each new day He gives
And givers who see beyond one’s struggle
With patience and always kind words spoken
Dignity and respect to me maintained.


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



Details | Free verse | |

Losing pieces

Oh, how I miss the dead…

... the softness in their voices
That I cannot recreate,
the warmth of their silence
Where now only cold remains;

And I know, oh how I know
That they are long gone
And I have been long removed
From those fuller times
But still, when I feel around my heart
I find that it is missing things
Parts long lost and dearly missed,
And I sit here feeling fatally incomplete
And I know-  that I can never be whole again.

But I still miss the dead,
And I miss the times
When I never knew
That I would live on
Missing the days when I was whole…

-So I still miss the dead
And the times when I was not hollowed by loss
Living every day with a lighter heart
So far from the times
 	when I would never be whole again.

And now, so far removed
from fuller times,
These few missing holes
they let in a chill wind
And somehow, these missing holes
they leave my heart heavy
And I know that it will grow heavier yet,
But I dread
That when I am lost
I die not just incomplete
But empty-
	Empty of all I could yet lose.


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Rhyme | |

We Miss You Uncle Herman


When we think of our friend Herman Weeks.
We think of a person very gracious and sweet!

He was always a pleasure to be around!
And brought laughter to his side of town!

From everyone that’s had a chance to meet him.
He was special!  We’ll never forget him!

He was very humble, gracious and kind!
People like him are special!  And hard to find!

We knew from the day that he met Snow.
She helped to make his empty life whole!

The creations and many things he made.
Were wonderful works of his hands displayed!

His service to the country and fellow man.
Is a beautiful gift that few understand!

Over the years, he’s brought joy to our hearts!
We’ve all loved him from the very start!

Thank you Lord! For blessing us from above.
For Herman and his heart filled with love.

We know now he’s in a better place.
Filled with God’s presence and his grace.

Our lives have been blessed to have him with us!
We’ll miss him!  He sure has blessed us!

To Herman we give our hearts filled with cheer!
We love you very much and wish you were here!

By Jim Pemberton
















Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


Details | Sonnet | |

A Daughter at her Mother's Shrine

 "come fluttering words, come drifting words to me  . . . "

Dear Mother, for a while now you’ve been gone.
Has time for you seemed long beyond the veil?
For those you left, time painfully goes on.
Oh, Mother, can you hear me where you dwell?

I wish to hear your voice again. How sweet
The sound of it each day when we awoke.
Its dulcet tone each afternoon would greet
us after school. How kind the words you spoke!

Your words would flutter like wings of a dove
When each of us received your goodnight kiss,
And gazing at our dad, your one true love,
Your words, unsaid, shone in those eyes I miss.

Your flowers’ scent I breathe in tenderly
while praying that your words drift down to me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Screaming In Silence

How can it be that you are dead
These thoughts keep racing inside my head
I can not believe it, it can not be true
How can I live in this world without you
My life will be empty, my heart broke in half
You're my reason for living, you make me laugh
How can I go on, how can this be
I'm falling to pieces, please can't you see
I'm crying, and dying, and empty inside
All of these feelings I can not hide
Where do I turn, what will I do
I just want to die and move on with you
They say that I can't, they say I must stay
I must keep on going to face the next day
I can not conceive it, I feel out of breath
I do not know how to deal with this death
Oh, God please help me, please reach out your hand
I need you to hold me and help me to stand
I turn to you now, my saving grace
Please take his soul to a higher place


Details | Bio | |

STOTT 911


********Note:**********
This is a poem in tribute to Doctor Gearldine Stott at the Medical Center, Hampton, VA and her Nurse Hatton who has alway's stood behind me in my time of need....Also, my friend Steve, who is a funny and delightful guy!



When I was lost and alone
At the Veteran's Administration
Hospital,
Not too far from home
I needed a Medic
To stand by Me
I was so all alone
      ------
The Lord sent me an Angel
He sent Her 'FED-EX'
Her name is DR. STOTT
SHE IS A DOC
The biggest baddest DOC
That the Lord has got....
      ------
I was on my death bed
Fore I had just got back
      ------
From talking to the Lord
      -------
I' must have been there
All night.....
To remember how
Was hard
      ------
Anyway
      ------
I asked Dr. Stott
To turn on the light
She told me that it
Was on by GOD
You have lost your 
Sight....
      ------
Just sit there
You are going no-where
Tonight...
I was upset
Yet, I wanted to go home
To be with the Lord
That is why I am writing
This poem....
     ------
You see
Dr. STOTT
Knew just what to do!
She called "ALL DOCTOR'S"
And this is true.....
     -------
I know that being a patient
Isn't much, very fun
But if you are die-ing
Please call STOTT 911
      ------
There are many thing's in life
That one can only dream
But, when the Lord come's
On the scene!
Then you know what
That mean...
      ------
That if you need Him
He has got your back
And it your in trouble
Or just having an 
    "Heart Attack"
He will send you an Angel
And that is a fact...
      ------
If I ever need an Angel'
Or ever need a friend
I call STOTT 911
She is a friend to.... 
     -THE END-

           GF


*******Note:******

Thank you Dr. STOTT
For being a friend to the end and back..again!

Thank's to the Lord's helping hand and my best friend
ELAIN HATTON and of course STEVE..

      May the many gift's of the Lord be be-set upon you!


Details | Free verse | |

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



Details | Rhyme | |

The Pencil Sharpener

I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?

I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?

There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead

I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead

I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!

The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn

I, the sleeper and dreamer 
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me 


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Instilled With This

Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern
Found on ground ripened apple’s bitter juice
Digging in gluttony without discern
Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce

Climb from trunk to branches long journey true
Building without rest to sleep in cocoon
While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew
Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon  


Details | Sestina | |

cursed to exhale

If i could exhale, really exhale,
To expire the rubble of the ages, 
1000 years of dread off my belly,
and my fingertips once so dainty
then could grasp stars and not burn,
 I dig my face into the dirt and find eternity.

i gazed into the jackals eyes and he spoke to me from eternity
he said "follow closely so that i might teach you to exhale
and maybe dear in return a smile upon your face will burn"
an expression lost on my brittle jaw for ages
so i walk upon the crust of the earth now bruised and dainty
yet i feel growth between my toes and swelling in my belly

woe does bewilderment plague me here, tearing up my belly
then a soft green garden snake cradles me into eternity,
i watch her curl and dance across the soil of this dainty
room, she looks back from her slither reminding me to exhale,
have i been lost for all these ages?
or have i simply been afraid to burn?

and thus so is it my place to burn?
for i feel welcomed and smooth yet i have poison in my belly
and tomorrow i will remember the pain of the ages
may i retain the knowledge of eternity
or become bodily again when i exhale?
or have no question that my thoughts and ideas are dainty

i have visions of my presence siting crossed and dainty
breathing barley and quiet as i burn
surrounded by a castle of tones that bring me to exhale
into the mouth of god and back into my belly
i feel my self escaping and gasping for eternity
coming back down to the end of my ages

i could sit and cry for the death of the ages 
but this life i despise growing and rooting, dainty
yes, paltry no, and tattering for the rest of my eternity
yet i recall the jackal and his feet where the earth does burn
and i miss the poison in my belly
it not escapes me, but it crusades me to exhale.

before and after the ages, the world will burn and my body will lie dainty 
on the ground filling her great belly with the poison of eternity cursed to exhale.


Details | Epitaph | |

MY UNIQUE LINE : JSL -------A Day Of Ones In The Sun---

Inundating radiant sunshine beams down on my face fervently tracing crows feet nearing the frown I can taste obliterating tear streaks transmitting them into the depths of outer space introducing an iridescent spectrum of piercing waves golden ears fear in the race Electromagnetic oscillation inspiring me to rely religiously upon solar energy photosynthesis eradicating unwanted toxins by chasing them vehemently So on this sacred date of "ONE"… negative energy is trumped by the positive tsunami of the sun and as she dares me to stare into her face of grace ninety three million miles away… I sigh as her radiance blasts my face in such a merciful way suddenly my shaking knees give way to an epiphany that this day is laced with sanctity Finally the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant making change the world will see... "The Sun's Seven" pronouncing a unified spirituality
* Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it... don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant"


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

SOMETHING FOR TODAY

     SOMETHING FOR TODAY
The morning lights and to another day
a pirate's chest you've found but will not stay
for longer than the blinking of your eye
from troubled sleep to wake wherein you die

through every ticking second where you are
as dense and far away as any star
you sit and let your life and time run out
and have become what others talk about

from time to time you'll always hear a clue
between each word that's meant for only you
coincidental to what you have seen
you take it in as what each word must mean

and this will guide you through the whole day long
as certain as the hearing of Our Song
just at the proper timing of your need
and then your thought will soar, it has been freed

you cling to it and make it what must be
the fabric of your life and prophesy
and it will carry you from here to there
into another day that goes no where.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


Details | Rhyme | |

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.







Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings


Details | Personification | |

True Bliss






Contemplate and meditate
      That the truth
           - Shall -
   See the light of reality
With-in the realm of possibility:






Gary Fields
Poet/Author


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To a Bride Without a Name

Oh Flora, Choral Beauty The Sun Rises With You Out of An Abyss of Chaos, Yet No Piece of Beauty Is Lost I Can't Grant You Nobility, But Our Love's Vitality Will Last Till The Gates of Hades's Halls They Will Push, They Will Pull, And Their Power Will Grow Just To Have A Piece of Our Love's Immortality For It They Cannot Wait Subdued By Desperation's Phantom But I Will Always Be One of Them So, My Dear, Please Understand I'm Just A Chevalier Drenched With My Sins The Hope Will Fade The Rose Will Turn Black The Promise Was Just I Lie, Though I Forbade I Will Just Be Another Empty Heart, Slain By Your Loosening Grip On My Sanity I Will Die, You Will Be Free Believe - It's The Way Things Must Be My Dear, Just Understand


Details | Pastoral | |

ABOUT THE CROSS




          ***************

From out...
Of the Cookie Cutter
My love for Christ
Shall always be
      -----
When I think of His Love
It brings' things' back to me
In and around Eternity
      ------
I simply must reply with-in
I know that their is a reason
Why thing's shouldn't have been
Let Thy Will be done'
      ------
Why Gods' only Son
Had to die on the 'CROSS'
That day, to revive the people
To make them Pray!
      ------
And surely did they Pray!
      ------
Yet, by no stretch
     Of the imagination...
Was the title lost?
      ------
But for the price of freedom
Jesus paid the COST


                    Poet Author
                    Gary Fields




Details | Acrostic | |

The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!


Details | Elegy | |

Cold Gray Stone

Cold gray stone that stands so right please watch over my love tonight.
For she was taken from my side on that cold November ride.
Early on the snow did fall quickly it covered all.
The wind howled with deep regret for the loss of my love my dearest Bernadette.
As the carriage started its slide I held her close and looked into her eyes.
Deep within her heart I could see all the love she held for me.
Alone now I stand through this life, alone with my tears my heart in strife.
Cold gray stone that stands so right please watch over my love tonight.

JSergi

written 11/5/2013
Contest: New Poets of Soup


Details | Terza Rima | |

I CHANGED MYSELF TO MAKE YOU A BETTER PERSON

I'm struggling to succeed and leave a name
anyone can admire and easily remember...  
when I'm no longer alive, but in a cold grave. 


All have seen a sweeter, kinder image of me:
generous, compassionate and tolerable...
but nobody has ever discovered the real me.


I changed myself to make you a better person;
I didn't make sacrifices to step in front of the line...
never thought of earning affection and admiration.



Details | Pastoral | |

Fuzzy Acts Of Tribulation



      The Lord draws'
A long line of divinity
     By proclamation
    And by design
        ------
      The Lord is
  Entrenched in divinity
     And for the ministry
There is time, thus multitude
          Of trinity
Becomes His long suffering
   His cantor for restoration
       Is hereby restored
           Of time of being




Gary Fields
Poet/Author


Details | Narrative | |

Christmas Rebels

Christmas Rebels
It was about a weak
After that night walk
The unknown dangers, 
Made known, turned me weak,
I was managing myself,
After my heart was pulled,
From where it sank,
I was yet in the oven,
Of my haven,
To dry up the coldness,
And the wetness, 
Of that fearful night loneliness,

Today is Christmas,
The whole mass,
Was joyous,
Every home, glorious,
Meat was plenteous, 
Rice and beans.
Was every homes means,
Children bouncing in,
New goat skin jackets,
Mother’s dressed in costly
Beads and all the way,
Father leads.
For Christmas had taking over,
Taking over the African Shrine,
It supplied a joyous sunshine.
Our pockets were full of cowries,
Like a goldmine,
Happiness was mine,
For the usual war seemed 
To be hidden, and our teethes where like, 
“Forever opened”.

Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas.
Providing joy each time it surface, 
But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon.
Christmas night came, so we visited 
Our beds as night rang it’s bell,

(To be continued in the next, same Poem).


Details | Couplet | |

My Gun

I feel for the miserable day,
They try to take MY gun away…


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I try to fight

I try to fight them, those cruel clawing cold hands
 that drag me from the pit, clawing, twisting, crushing me.
 I must find you! I need to hold you, to be held by you!
 So I fight, desperately, to break free, to find you.
 I try to fight them, even as the feel of the ropes upon my arms
 burning  ever deeper,  into my skin
. I fight desperately, as the leather collar bites into my throat,
 and my breath leaves me. I try to fight, savagely, desperately, to break free.
 Knowing I can never escape, that I will fail,
 and knowing full well, what fate awaits us both.
 I know not where they have taken you, but I can still feel you,
 can still hear your voice, as it softly speaks of love.
, It is how I know you are still alive,
 and that knowledge gives me strength to fight on desperately.
 My body is ravaged, torn, the horrors those cruel hands have dealt, have broken my very soul,
 yet I try, desperately to fight. I long for release into the void,
yet I can still feel you, still hear your voice, still know your love.
 I know not, where they will take me, until the wagon comes to a stop. 
Then, for the first time in almost 16 days, your eyes are the first thing I see.
 You are alive, and when your eyes finally find mine, you look with such love, at me.
 So again, I fight! I fight so desperately, but those, horrible cruel hands,
 tighten their vicious grip, once more.
 I reach for you, needing your touch, sobbing your name.
 The pain, almost forgotten, gone, almost instantly. I struggle, oh, how I fight!
 And so, I didn’t see. I didn’t see the first of the blows, that spilled crimson onto the snow,
 at my feet. I screamed for you. I screamed your name desperately
 as I watched blow after blow rip your body to pieces, in front of me. Your blood turning the snow to slush, scarlet staining my feet. I watched your soul flee as I screamed for you,
 as the fight poured out of me. I watched, as they defiled you.
I watched as they ripped your body apart. I felt your soul leave mine.
 I watched, as the light of the sunrise left your eyes.
 My soul broken, my body savaged, I crumbled to ashes, there in the snow, at your side.
 The numbness that overtook me, did nothing to save me, that day. I can still taste your blood.
 Goddess above, I still taste your blood! No, More!
 No longer, will I bear this well of horror, and tears!
 Goddess, help me! I am drowning in it!


Details | Rhyme | |

May God Comfort You During Your Loss

May God Comfort You...


I'm sorry to hear about your loved one passing away.
I know that in heaven, you shall
be with him someday.

Life's adversities are at times hard to explain.
Sometimes, very quickly, 
circumstances can change.

I pray that through your loss, sorrow and pain.
You'll find comfort and joy in Jesus' name.

May his arms of tender
mercy and grace,
bring love to your heart and
a smile on your face.

May God's presence bring an
assurance to your soul,
knowing that God is with you no 
matter where you go.

Through all that's happened,  I pray you will find.
God's wonderful joy, his comfort
and a peace of mind.

On the stormy seas of life, 
with God, you shall prevail.
His promises and love for
you will never, never fail.

By Jim Pemberton 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Quintain (English) | |

One Sad Day

.

Fifteen years ago when  my father died
To the hospital I carried him that ill fated day
The staff was caring for him so by his side I could not abide
Then very  swiftly to surgery he was  taken away
As I was eating, God spoke to me in spirit and I felt daddy brush as he went away

Contest: God, Ghost, and Love
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta


Details | Ballad | |

Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


Details | Free verse | |

The final tune, of the tick tock clock

If I had just one day to live
24 hours to feel complete
Would I race across the castle of my dreams
Hunted by the echo of the tick tock clock
Dreading the moment that fateful tune came to a halt
Chasing down runaway thoughts
Frantically piecing together broken promises
All while fearing the silence, the end of the tick, tock;


Rather
I would gaze up at the steps of this sky high castle
This floating montage of my life
And lounge upon the first step,
Resigned to enjoy these fated moments
Without fear or regret,
Resigned to enjoy this melody with those I love
This farewell tune played to me by the tick tock clock.


Details | Alliteration | |

Fine Line

An eye for an eye,
Don’t anticipate,
Visions pass by,
Mark it as fate,
Underneath power,
Death can resist,
Within the next hour,
The makers assist,
Fine line read,
Scars tinted,
Crumbled like bread,
The particles hinted,
One day in,
More to come,
Kicked in the shin,
Up again; until it’s done,
Working for those,
Feeling weak,
Exotic flows,
Informing by leak,
Wordplay prescription,
Double box fled,
Mirror as reflection,
Pushing forward; ahead.


Details | List | |

Poetry Soup

Not knowing what you want can be pretty sad,
looking around and searching for the unreal is bad.
Than you stumble upon a treasure and find your self in that moment,
a moment that you have been waiting for and hoping to open it.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dad Why Did You Leave?

Why did you leave us so cold and so fast
yesterday was your birthday i can't  belive you will be gone
for 12 years on janurary sixth
i miss you so much 
me and mom went to church sunday for the first time in a long time.

she cried and i cried we want you back so bad!!!


Details | Couplet | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Tell Me Why

Why?
Why?
Why?

Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?

Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?

Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?

Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?

I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.

Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?

I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.

Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.

-10/5/2013


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


Details | Ode | |

Call To Worship




            ************

To pick-up and to receive
In the Anointment
A moment of the
        Mind's Eye
By His goodness
And by His grace
      ------
A second with
             > GOD <
      ------
Ties' a wonder thing
For which we long await...
A dream' come true..
For Me and You
      ------
A blessing from the Lord
A gift from all time'
To dwell with-in His favor
Beyond the Most Holy
           And truly..
The most Divine
      ------
To fellowship with GOD
The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS'
      That He should bring
      ------
The mere Act of His touch
That is not a breech of Reality
But, a COVENANT that which
          We need so much
To be in touch with Jesus
And to Thee, to be, Amen
          Amen


                Poet Author
                Gary Fie


Details | Pastoral | |

In Sympathy




I offer my sympathy
     Not in empathy
            But,
In hopes' and dreams'
    In contemplation
          Fore
He is forever present
And thou art with Him
An my heart ponders'
   Exceedingly glad
At the wonderment
     Of His love
          ----
And may His good grace
And His magnificent feats'
         Of wonder
Find you within His kingdom
             Fore
    His kingdom is "JUST'
And He is the all mighty

              - REST IN PEACE -



Gary Fields
Poet Author






From "The Cross"
Xlibris  book #106627
(Rev. NOV2013)


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


Details | Rhyme | |

Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Free verse | |

Mali's Day

I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down just before this rain
started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream

so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna
and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues
didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine
We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew

Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free
And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues
In real life feeling good was good enough for me

From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun
That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls
Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun
Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold

On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away
You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her
I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee

To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose
Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me
Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free
Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I'm Your Only Sacrifice

I'm Your Only Sacrifice


You have me live up to your expectation and provide even more,could this be your own private game?
You call me mean,but I can't be nice when there's nothing nice in front of me.
You call me cold,but I can't be warm when the world iced over.
You call me sad,but I can't be happy when all there's is sadness in your own eye's.
You call me jaded,but I ca't reconnect to emotion that died in me upon your very wish.
You tell me over and over to smile,but what the point if I long forgot to smile.
You tell me over and over to be happy,but isn't the point to be thankful to be alive and live the life given to you.
You tell me over and over release those emotion and let other in,but I've seen the broken spirit of letting other near without a thought of the trouble.
You tell me over and over to be less distance and away from the warmth,but all that matter's is that what taken care of is done.
You tell me over and over to not grieve,but who are you to say such words when your the one grieving the most.
Though these be my own childish whim's,I refuse to let my wounds have salt poured into them and you look over me while they burn and slowly disappear.
I want to let go but for all that it worth these weren't your dreams for me,to build that break wall not only to other's but toward you as well.
I will hold your hand even while you cry,I'll hold on until i can't.For you see I am your backbone your my light the reason for my jaded heart.
This is my own sacrifice,I chose this one for myself and not one given to me.
In ever little thing this is m only true fear.I will lose myself in the end.So call me what you want for it nothing more superficial scandal,That I have no need to control no more even if I be your only Sacrifice


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Questioning Life

Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention...
To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall.
In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, 
Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole.
Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, 
the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! 
Infusion connection the union eternal, 
Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole,
is truly encountered from deep within query
The meaning the truth the love of it all...
Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing,
The clear light of being shows beauty once more.
Accept what is given agree to the treaty.
Fight not with your fears, and answer your call.
Find substance in living, step over delusions. 
Regardless of meaning, life’s radiance will soar.
So use this awareness these words and this practice,
Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall..
When sad and when empty in need of intention,
No doubts I plead! No need to explore!
Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings,   
Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... 
Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one!
In oneness we’re whole! 


Details | Rhyme | |

Halloween Me

As the fog rolled in it sighed a relief
As the color of sin is the same as belief
I looked in the glass of the old horror show
And staring back at me was a man I didn't know
He smiled and said my don't you look grand
Believe in yourself go ahead take my hand
I curled my toes and flew head first
Into this glass of truth and birth
The jagged edges cut me so
I bled the truth and now we know
This man that stared at me so kind
Was really the trick not the treat of my mind
I watched my past soak unto the spell
Of nightly tricks and treats from hell
We looked the same both him and I 
We danced the blame of each others good lie
And now we both are ready to die
As the Halloween of death came near my eyes


Details | Pastoral | |

Restoration




      ***********

Restoration is hope
That their is a chance
For you and me
      ------
In the beginning their
Was this child called Jesus
The New Christ
Born out of Heavens'
To effect New Life
Up and in-to Eternity 
      ------
Fore this is where
The Lord gained
His severity
Tis where Adam
Ate the Apple
From the Tree
And this was a curse
One sewn in and out
Of Parody....
      ------
He was born of this Earth
The child of a Mother
The Son of the living "God"
Sent by the be loving God
Only to live till the Second Birth
And to settle the curse...
      ------
The degradation of all man
Perpetration upon the people
Upon this Earth
      --------
Fore it was Death
That could not even
Set us apart...
And that it was Sin
That which permeated
The Soul and the Heat
      ------
He traversed the World'
Forsaking all Evil
To bring about change
To restore the faith and truth
For the true believer
      ------
To restore His Holy Name
And to bring about a New Heaven
So Haled be Thy Name

                  GF


Details | Narrative | |

Misty White

Distracting my skin from the icy mist,
The horn booms in the distance.
The black horizon glows,
The moon reflected from our grave. 

Misty white threatens to consume us,
Feet slip and rope drag against the deck,
Their voices grow louder as
Waterfalls of rain pour into the ocean,

My stomach grows as cold as the rocky face before us, 
They hold on for hope and I let go,
Too late to turn back, I welcome the mist,
And all hands are lost.


Details | Free verse | |

The Lion's Tale

Hear the Lion roar above the rapids

Hear that Lion roar;

But what if this Lion would roar no more?

And nothing was left for him to roar for.

His home is gone; His land been taken; His children ran; His life forsaken;

And though the Lion may roar above the rapids; That will be the last we’ll see

For if you can not be happy then why bother being free?


Details | Crystalline | |

Class Clown

class clown died last night in his sleep
it has never been so shy, that seat…


Details | Rhyme | |

Daddys Coming Home

My Daddy’s coming home, he promised Mom and me
He told us not to worry; he was safe as he could be
He’ll wear his vest and helmet and stay out of the crowd
My Daddy’s in the Army and he serves his country proud
It’s just another tour he said like the ones before
My Daddy’s coming home some day but today he is at war

We didn’t hear from Daddy, though he said he’d call each day
My Mommy said don’t worry but let’s kneel down and pray
We thank God for our Daddy and to keep him safe and warm
Like he did the last time and back in Desert Storm
We tell God that we love him and that all we’re praying for
Is Daddy coming someday but today he is at war

We haven’t heard from Daddy; it seems for quite a while
We still kneel down and pray for him but Mommy’s lost her smile
Friends keep coming over and they pray with her too
My Mommy looks so tired and sad; I don’t know what to do
Today my Mom was crying when she hung up the phone
She said that was the Army and their sending Daddy home

I said let’s pray for Daddy and knelt down by her side
She didn’t help me with the words; she just knelt down and cried
I knew something had happened but I was scared to ask
I asked God to take over; he handles all those tasks
Then I got this funny feeling, my Daddy’s not alone
He’s with some fallen soldiers and God’s bringing them back home

My Daddy’s going home today like he promised Mom and me
Home to be with Jesus for all eternity


With Memorial Day coming up, I thought I would share this with all of you.  IF you 
like this check out my poems - A Little Hill IN Arlington and MIA Hill


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


Details | Lyric | |

Elysium Dream of Love

I close my weary eyes
Holding onto the hope
Of not having to cope
Not a mintue longer
Without you by my side
Not expierencing
The warm look in your eyes
The tingling rush of your finger tips
That would grip my hair tight
To stop you from slipping into the night
Biting  your bottom lip
As a pinch to yourself
To see if it was real
The dream of love we felt
And now that you are gone
I only wish to die
Your image fades from my mind
Sometimes I see it clear,
The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky
As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side
I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat
Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand
I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains
I look up and in the distance is where she waits
But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field
In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and
wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield
Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home
But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road
I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do
I need God's strength for one more day to get through


Details | Rhyme | |

The Call of Death

      Why summon me so soon?
   Undone is one or the other drill
There’s unfinished job’s platoon
    I’ave not been through the mill

I’ave not met my heart’s demand
There’re desolate hearts to be solaced
    I haven’t fulfilled His Command
            There are demons brazenfaced

    There are tears to be wiped of faces
Devils of inequity and lust to be slain
        Those are devouring human races
Someone must rise for evil to contain 

Streets experiencing carnage
Brutality, fanaticism, suicide bombing
And human souls in bondage
      Cheatings, deceits and swindling

The seeds of love that are sown 
Are still waiting to sprout
     The flowers of goodwill grown
 Are for water wailing out

Grant me time O healer of pains
Let me do some of the undone
Lest God on my return complains
I’m an unwanted, unworthy son
---


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Love

You rest your head upon my hands
And look up into my eyes
A gaze so crazed and wild, I see
Too much life in a dying child.
Half your body isn’t there,
Only half your mind is left,
And yet you find the strength to say,
“Hey there, friend, do not let this be the end,
Forgive, but don’t forget, go on, grow up, you’ll be perfect.”

Still alive, you bleed a river red
Through the cracks of the pavement,
And say upon your dying breath,
”Roses will grow between these walls;
We’ll make a garden from our cell,
we’ll make a heaven from this hell. ”

And I know, I understand,
We are but a grain of sand,
Slipping through the hands of time,
But for whatever twisted reason,
You must have been ahead in line.
In this world of lies and treason,
You’re robbed of your chance to shine,
So I’ll take it, and I’ll make it mine,
And be a light that’s twice as bright,
Find the faith and will to fight,
On scale small or magnified,
A better world, or a single smile,
Either would have made you proud.

You may have died, but inside,
I feel your energy divine,
And if for no one, then for you,
I’ll be glad that I survived,
Take this life and make things right,
If for no one, then for you.
You live in me, and I still thrive,
On the courage, hope you left behind,
In that single flash when I
Saw the reflection in your eyes.
The universe had unified,
Love, love, love, love.

Sarajevo, 1994.


Details | Sonnet | |

Almighty - Shower your love and bless us

 
 This poem is dedicated to those who are suffering from natural disaster 
 wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Almighty - Shower Your Love !!!!! 

 Ohh my Almighty, Ohh my Nature..
 Everything was alright, everything was fine..
 But what made you do this????
 That you astringently affected the Life of Divine..
 Why you had lend with with no mercy..
 You showered your gift in terms of cursy..
 Drenching tears of the exciting people..
 Pangs of separation happened between lovely couple..
 How much it is aching to there pity family..
 Everyone got acceleratingly disheartened gradually..
 Just now left with the new dawn and the iota of Hope..
 Hey nature please try to rudenessly cope..
 Mankind struggling for their last breathe..
 Please bless them for our sake under your sheathe..

 Please endow them for their wellbeing and glorious life ahead!!!!



By Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare





Details | Pastoral | |

Christ Upon A Blessing



      *********

A God for all season's
Encompass for only one reason
And that is to re-coup
For the blessings'
That some-how was lost
      ------
Fore on that very day
Christ ascended the Cross
      ------
Oh', yes
Their was a price to pay
And of that portion
It was paid that very day
When the face of baby
Christ Jesus,
Was set on display
As He laid stillness lay
Upon His tomb
      -----
Where non-believers 
Has since not seen Him
To this very day
      ------
While the common people
Simply stood by
Silently as they prayed
     He had gone
Much, much too soon
           - And -
Yet, their was no one there
To witness the affair
When He suddenly
Leaf the room
      ------
For the survival of man-kind
In order that not a single Soul
Be left behind....
He ascended the Heavens'
Where their was no love
Lost to be found
      -----
To be with His Father
Your father and mind
Fore it was His destiny
One of the requirements'
Of the Father of time...      
      ------
And a funny thing happen
It was needless to say
Thank God for eternal life's delay
      ------
Fore Christ of Jesus
A descendent from the Cross
Had paid for our sin
He accepted the cost
      
                GF


Details | Narrative | |

Christmas Rebels (2).

But night’s bell came with tears and without love,
As our bamboo door talked,
“KNOCK! KNOCK!!”
Before my voice could speak,
Legs ruined down my door,
Then eyes in different heights
In the starry night like 
Torch lights… attacked 
Me with their voices.
They came in mass,
Some brandishing cutlass,
Some matchets, guns and arrows.
Gang upon gangs,
Displaying their flags,
Blood stained, tattered, hair, shaggy.
They held human heads for their 
Oracles of war.
They were muttering songs as if 
Forced to sing,
They had leaves and grasses in the 
Middle of their mouths, they were mostly teens, 
They were the Hausa rebels… 
“Wait! Wait!! Wait!!!
Where are the bells?
Is this day not Christmas?”
I was asking myself,
A short tick man came out of the mass,
Not looking like human,
He looked backed at the rest,
Feeling like the best.
He weakened my hear drums 
By the manner of his question,
“Hausa or Birom?”.
To send my religion to the bottom?
Whom for this day, is Christmas? 
And sweet Messiah’s Calvary at Golgotha?
I wasn’t prepared for that, 
So the truth came out like a blast
“Birom!!”.
“Yee! Yee!! Yee!!!
Enemy tribes” they shouted 
Like savage talking drums.

(To be continued in the next, same Poem).


Details | Senryu | |

Tombstone - Like The Four Horsemen

they walked along
weathered, carrying their guns;
like the four horsemen…

down to the O.K.
guns blazing, bullets flying;
smoke clears, the strong stand…


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


Details | Free verse | |

Haunted

On Memorial Day I am haunted and flooded with so much grief.
My Mother lies next to my Grandmother and they next to my Great Aunt.
My Fathers name is there, too, but blessedly he’s not there yet.
Such great memories are restored as I look at each stone.
Once again I’m a rambling child with no kids of my own.
I remember the safety they afforded me, and all the treats and their love.
All their little sacrifices they gave, when I was still too young to know.
Why did I chase after a kitten when Grandma was so close by my side?
A simple tug on her skirt and she would of hugged me and smiled with pride.
Why was I discovering butterflies, when my Great Aunt was close there too?
She made the best pies EVER from scratch while I played in another room.
Why did I take Mom for granted… when as a child she gave me so much?
What I wouldn’t give for her gentle touch… and another soothing hug…
And Grandpa lies by Grandma… he was always repairing something or by her side.
And now there are all my aunts, uncles, and cousins that are all scattered around. 
They made Christmas my favorite time as their talk and laughter rang out.
They’d laugh, talk, and enjoy each other’s company, as I’m sure now they do.
I can’t imagine them in any other way, than at my Grandma’s on those wonderful 
days.
We’d sit down to a holiday feast with everyone all around and it all seemed like play.
Were they then thinking of others that they knew from long ago?

As I walk around the graveyard picking out old friends, I remember their wistful 
looks…
They did the same each year, as they talked about the past even back then.
Perhaps its time my stone goes there, though I’ve a few more years to go.
That will help my children when it’s also my time to go…
And surprisingly it makes me feel I’m not leaving the older family alone.
It’s like a kiss, and a tug on a skirt to leave that something behind.
It’s a promise… they’ll be remembered until it too, is my time…
Until then I’ll bring my children and tell stories from long ago…
One day a year can’t be too much since it’s memories that I bestow. 
And they all simply add up to the life that I have known.


Details | Rhyme | |

Martin Luther King Junior

Martin Luther King, Jr.

When innocent dies,
Whole universe cries,
Even of dear earth,
We can hear, outcries,
But selfish human being,
Never even sighs.


All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com


Details | Ottava rima | |

Musings on Philae

My tears rise, as does the water of the Nile
a bile-green and sorrow filled but not absorbed
for Isis I cry, my teardrops fall in vain reviled
that men care only for their bread, not souls transformed.
And, so the likes of priestess’s and Isis are defiled,
the flood of Nile and man begins with mortal guile.
Last breath, last beating heart upon her altar lies 
as with the lap of Nile upon my lips, proud Philae dies.

Footfalls upon the Isle of Philae, a child’s recall
beneath the light of Klaria, I found my rest. 
A maiden of the House of Horus’s seed fall
I’d come as acolyte bidden, not as honored guest,
to this sacred site approached by neither fish or fowl  
to serve Melpomene’s delight,  at her behest.
The dark and light of soul and sorrow feed
as what is sacred, bows to men of greed.

Mother Isis saved me from the sight
of man’s attempt to stem the bottomless sea.
She let me pass before the less heroic height
in a time when Osiris ruled, to be with He,
freed from the cataract of tears and earthy plight,  
launched upon the Nile of Night, water-born, and free.  
Yet, reclaimed am I by Calliope in myth and song      
sister muse, the heroine, of life’s two prongs.

*Love of God and art.
*Klaria is the Egyptian name for the star Cancer
* Melpomene is the Muse of tragedy
*Calliope is the Muse of Poetry
**The poem is written in the ghosts voice, she tells her story.



Details | Free verse | |

Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Sonnet | |

Eternal

My love, what shall you leave me with tonight? What words are there to mend my broken heart? Will our love be repaired with morning light, Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart? My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this, My eternal promise of love to you How could you pull apart this final kiss? Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue So, before you give your final goodbye, And your anger and hate bury your love Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die And the future that we had spoken of So, I'll remind you with my final breath, My eternal love is as strong as death


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Ballad | |

Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland


Details | Haiku | |

Rest in Peace, Dear Friend

Flowers wilt
Dead carcasses are buried
Loved ones mourn

Rest in peace,
Your life on earth is no more…
Farewell, friend


Details | Free verse | |

Drunk in the City of Angels

Drunk in the lost city,
lost in the vase beauty of the angels
drunk, smoking on park benches.

Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps,
looking at me;
a one of a kind.

No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A.,
beacause I am a one of a kind,
a gentleman, a drunken buffoon.

I hurl myself at the bars,
and the whores look at me and smile,
and I wave them over, and they come.

40 bucks for a night a good fun,
a night of exotic pleasure,
in the heart of the sleeping angels.

Drunk walking,
two in the morning,
police stop me, sleeping on a park bench.

Warm always warm,
never cold,
the city that is lost.

A city known as the city of angels,
yet how many devils I have counted.
How much evil I have seen,
how much temptation rules in the gutters.

Walking drunk on madness,
in this dirty city,
as I look for a bar before last call.

I find one,
I go in,
order a beer.

I drink with pleasure
I start to write,
I light a cigarette and smoke.

A grey cloud forms around me,
"Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts.
I raise my hand, he comes over.

"What will yah have?" he asks,
"Another beer and my check."
On the house, free drinks, on the house.

After a night in the city of angels,
I find myself a cosy park bench,
and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.


Details | Free verse | |

They're Watching You

They're watching you,
they're always watching you,
check out the daily news.

Henchmen rob bank,
two officers killed,
change channel.

Reality T.V.
a celebraity stumbling out of a club,
drunk as hell.

Change channel,
a gay couple buying a house,
in a white collar neighborhood.

They're watching you,
they're always watching you,
even when you don't know it.

Someone is always watching you.
Take out the trash,
wash the dishes.

Watching,
survalling,
like a camera.

Terrorists,
they're always watching you,
Politians always watching you.

School teachers,
police,
FBI and CIA
Always watching you.

Smile for the camera
they're watching
so just wave and smile.

Bullies on playground jungle-gyms
looking out for the ugly nerd,
found him.

Hiding under the woodchips,
get him, beat him up,
I told you, they're always watching you.

Look at me,
look what I can do,
can you see me?

I'll drink to that,
cheers,
for they're always watching.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Who Is That Man

The mysterious night tiptoed silently and abducted me from my bed
I saw a  dispirited district somewhere in town staring blindly at its
hopeless inhabitants whose passion lay motionless in ruins 
lamenting the vengeance for its heinous sins.

Tears wash the dusty roads evaporating quickly into clouds
Morning dew rise and fall evoking the smell of death 
spilling shadows all around  mimicking ghastly sounds.
 
A slightly grey hair man wearing a dark blue jump suit  walked through
the back door with a group of anxious people rambling behind him.
He stepped boldly on a scaffold raised above the ground that was attached
to a  giant tree in the center of the little town and  courageously
uttered a few words to the anticipated crowd.

There was something unusual about him, he  was quite composed but 
appeared to be locked up somewhere and has made his first appearance in many years.I arranged a meeting  to dine at the movie theater, to know some more about him but I got carried away with the excitement of the woeful day.

I  surveyed the  ravaged town and found astounding  maze all around shabby buildings partitioned by tattered fences separating landowners from home owners
Forthwith a woman appeared and led me into an uninhibited building
A gigantic rusty door automatically opens in front of me and thrust me inside.
I walked  on the cracked dirt ground and gazed at  the iron post supporting the abandon building's weight.

My curiosity canvassed me into the maze around the town
Despondent folks emerged from shabby zinc fences and greeted me one by one
Eyes of desperation reached out  to me passionately while faces of mercy's cry out loudly. 

My feet thread upon dirt roads that separated their tightly knitted homes
and I met  another group of people that was waiting on the other side
With cheers and smiles longings and pride they were honored to join me for tea.

The  restless nights continues to unearth  its mysteries
It took me  me to an office in the city and a group of people
waited for hours hoping that I could solve their miseries.

I sat  at a round table and glance briefly at my notes,but did not know where to begin.Someone brought me a stack of money, I pulled out some notes counted it 
and gave it to a man who was standing in line. I put the rest in a big book and closed it.

I walked patiently to another desk in the same office and another person
 handed me the check book. I wrote a check and gave the woman that was waiting.

A young girl pressed through the crowd and stood beside me
she wrote a Russian name on a paper and told me to call her
While I was trying to pronounce the name someone
spilled water on the paper and tried to erase it.

The night brought me back to the scaffold near the tree
And the figure of a white woman appeared at the top the tree
She sat on a board attached to the tree with leg crossed in lotus position 
She clasped her and  stared intensely  at the universe.

The night took me quietly back to my bed.
 I woke up suddenly and wept bitterly.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 ©2014 Christine Phillips


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Paid It All


Jesus’ death paid it all!
What have you given in return?
His death on the cross… 
Was from his love and concern!

His life for yours… On Calvary… 
 Has been paid.
His offer of eternal life,
 has been made!

Through God’s word,
 he’s been talking!
And stands at your hearts door… 
 patiently knocking!

Won’t you invite him in?  As your guest?
Then, your life will be totally blessed!

He can bring health and
 healing to your bones!
He can bring his love to
 your family and home!

“Come unto me.” Is the 
  the master’s call.
Won’t you come to him now?
  One and all?

He’s here right now! 
 In this very place…
And extends to you his 
mercy and grace.

Won’t you accept him today?
He loves you more than words can say!	
			
By Jim Pemberton


Details | Alliteration | |

Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


Details | Free verse | |

The Brother and the Sister

Once upon a time in the great darkness of life there was a young boy and his twin sister. The boy went through life defending his sister making sure she didn’t get hurt and saving her from all the pain he had to endure. The other kids in his village teased him and beat him every day they saw him but he still fought to give everything to his sister. Then one of his greatest fights came along a wild dog had wondered into their house and was looking for food. The boy saw the dog going after his sister and rushed to push her away as the dog bit him instead. As he felt the dog’s teeth sink into his shoulder. The boy realized that not only had he saved his sister but he had doomed himself he hadn’t used enough caution when saving her and now he has to pay for it. He smiles at the dog and gives it a hug before saying “Thanks do what you need.” He closes his eyes and waits for the end but he only feels the wild dog slowly release him and walk away. The boy’s wounds heal and he lives still sacrificing everything for his sister but as time went on he saw his sister begin to hate him. Finally the boy was about to reach his seventeenth birthday when a very cunning very powerful wolf descended on their home. The boy fought with all his might he fought to save his sister but not even when he finally asked his family for help but they were to scared to afraid of the wolf. but the final strike was dealt to the boy as he faded in and out of consiousness the boy saw his sister being taken away by the wolf. as the world faded to darkness the boy said his final words to his world he was leaving behind. "Dear sister I'm sorry I was never strong enough never cunning enough to truely save you I have failed you and with my last breath I wanted to say I love you.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

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http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Haiku | |

The Last Seven Plagues

those who bore 'the mark'
screamed from painful ugly sores
First of the Last Plagues

the sea turned to blood
and everything in it died
Second of Last Plagues

the rivers and springs
became blood--no more water
Third of the Last Plagues

the sun had power
burning people with fire
Fourth of the Last Plagues

kingdom of 'the beast'
was plunged into vast darkness
Fifth of the Last Plagues

       STILL--people cursed God
       and they refused to--REPENT
       global armies formed

the great Euphrates'
water dried up--transit road
Sixth of the Last Plagues

       world economic
       devastation, suicides
       lootings and killings

       stench of dead bodies
       cities on fire--engulfed
       chaos, fear, riots

the sun became darkened
the moon gave no light--all dark
stars fell from the sky

huge exploding holes
in the darkness as they fell
hundreds all at once

       army of 'the beast'
       horizon to horizon
       Plain of Megiddo

clouds blanket the sky
painful peals of thunder roll
gold weaves through the clouds

hundred pound hailstones
fell on unrepentant man
cars, homes, land destroyed

most severe earthquake
islands diappeared--Earth FLAT
splits Jerusalem

then voice from Heaven
"It is done"--is heard by all
Last of the Last Plagues

       wait at Magiddo
       the Son of Man--Returns
       on white horse, in clouds

       blood runs two hundred
       feet wide/long and five feet deep
       bodies explode at

       the sound of The Word
       spoken from the King of Kings
       one-sided battle

anti-christ and false
prophet thrown in lake of fire
beast chained--thrown in pit...

thousand years in pit
(Jesus rules Kingdom on Earth)
then, loosed for a time

there is still HOPE
Know Jesus loves you and died
for your sins--REPENT...


6/13/2012
©
Gail's "End of the World Armageddon" contest




wait at Megiddo


Details | Bio | |

Try Walking In My Shoes

You'll only collapse and fall and tear your knees open,
Shut your mouth, you cant even imagine what hell I've broken.
Blood leaking from my head everyday only makes me lose my mind,
You wouldn't even survive a minuet in my shoes if you were on my grind.

You say you know everything about me and how to live your own life, 
but face it tho, every night your left alone sitting with a knife.
I defeated that part in life where i have to do something for someone,
walking around with my "Ex Wife" as if it were my gun.

So please stop talking like you know what you got your self into,
cause if i were you i would open my eyes and pray that I'm not true. 
So here it is, if you want to walk a bit in these shoes of mine, go ahead, 
But I can promise you only one thing, in the end you'll end up Dead.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

THE DIVINE MOOD

The Divine Mood visited me
today.  Swimming in the clouds,
tearing at my heart.

As worlds fell into parts,
my being, my breath fell apart.

EXHALE

Breathe in.  Make room for
the Divine Heart.

Warm and toasty, a warm
cinnamon bun.  Like a cat 
purr in the sun.  There is so
little warmth.  Eyes have a 
hard time focusing;  the best 
part of the day is done.

Beautiful in the galaxy.  Search
for the gallery.  Tiredness reaches
my soul.

There is a hole where there used
to be none.  A space is opening
with or without me.  This will be 
done.  What to do with this fatigue;

Rest here or rest there I am the wings
of the 
BELOVED.


Details | Free verse | |

Glimmers of hope

The candles we light in honor of your name
Reflect the brightness you gave to our lives
Burn away at the darker side surrounding
Giving way to freedom's path for your spirit
Helping bring healing to the hearts that miss you
Binding you in mind, faith and prayer
So your memory can live on and bring comfort
To those that walk in hope, with you beside them


Details | Ballad | |

Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


Details | Rhyme | |

My Hero died today

It was very early in the morn
The news not good, in depths forlorn

Memories of you dressed in your army best
A hero to me a father better than all the rest

Mom would play the piano and sing Daddy's little girl
I cried each time I heard it, my emotions in a whirl

No hero can be perfect the war had taken its toll
Alcohol had become an addiction to fill that empty hole

It stole so much time from us all, the years they flew right bye
A VA doctors test messed you up then they sent you home to die

Another hospital then another again you went to die in ICU
More than three weeks on life support with IV's arms all black and blue

I was glad to get to see you,have the chance to hold your hand
My own still much smaller than my hero's, who's life had not seemed grand

I wish I could have been there today before you passed away,I had a few words I really
wanted to say
I love you dad and always will and happy fathers day

This poem is dedicated to my father who passed early this morning fathers day 2010


Details | I do not know? | |

Inhumanity

Shock of bursting explosion
Shattered arms, flying faces
Stunned shining angel
Disbelieving observer
White wings soiled
Dripping crimson splashed
Stacking body parts
Who shall answer
Tramp in marching boots?
Cadres of olive drab
War machines, martial music
Exploding human flesh
those too young to see
mourning, nightly weeping
collateral confusion damage
injurious wounds 
bloody crown of thorns
unclean with red pain
torn, innocent kissed
at mother’s knee
all agree, never end
Generals, guns and graves.


Details | Bio | |

Tribulation Vendication

As a child I did wonder
If how should thing's should be
Is there really such thing as a God
Please reveal yourself to me
As I live threw sickness and strief
Each and everyday in my life
I took credit for every thing that
I did and did not say
And never thought about him twice
And then life cam to a dead end
Fore I lacked the sustenance
That I desperately needed within
Oh, How I searched for life's meaning
Or simply, someone to be my friend
From a life of torrid trepidation
Innocuous friend's and family relations'
Their was a solid need for consolation
And not just some kind of miracle medication
But, then I asked the Lord
If He were really real
Because I was in so much doubt
I didn't know how to feel
                      -
I wanted to know the reason
Why He should forget me not
                       -
I beckoned that He should come to me
And not just shut me out
Then He came to me on my dying bed
And this is what He said
                     -
Did you not come to me
When their was just no other way
Did you not beckon onto me
When all you needed was to simply pray
When you were paralyzed from
Your head to your toe's
Didnt I take up the slack
And for two years' you were blind
Didn't I see you threw
With Diabetes and Addison Disease too
                          -
Threw Anemia and Anoxia
You had cognitive deficits and
Brain damage to hoot
Your condition was nothing new
                         -


                 *********TO BE CONTINUE*************


Details | Light Poetry | |

Armageddon Love Of Destruction

As I walk through the blaze I slowly lay upon my grave, as your love incinerates. I embrace your selfishness and your hate without resistance. My love so true and permanent. Forever loving you is a blessing forever lasting. Armageddon of love destruction, I'm in possession of love indigestion. True sacrifice an offering, for you to relinquish the evil of satan forces. I will perform this, apocalypse of mass destruction. My inspiration of your last kiss intoxication of unhappiness I slip into bliss, from the lack of your interest and broken promises. As I say goodbye thee angels cry I cease to exist, one last breath I perish.


Details | Alliteration | |

Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Grieving Process

Graves of old, like blistering souls do hesitantly stare While tears like reflective mirrors crawl down my cheek so fair Hardly are these bodies buried, but merely gently carried... to Your heart: up there I ask myself in loneliness, "Can" You relive them again? The question still addressed, "we" can forever cry, my Friend For love omits a flame of hope, "let" no one with loss have fear Only allow You to envelope "them" with streams of your heavenly tear With Your power let the dead "Rest" and let us live ones too! Remove the fear and the dread "in" the souls of the living that rue Tell me, will our hearts find "peace?" ...will the Grieving Process cease?
Written by Laura Elizabeth Breidenthal For HGarvey Daniel Esquire's MIDDLE OF THE ROAD Poetry Contest <3


Details | Free verse | |

The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.


Details | Sonnet | |

AT LAST IN LOVE AT SEA (Sonnet)

Our qualms doth not live aloft our dreams to confer 
Upon heavenly horizons where every soul shall dwell

Twas meant to turneth thy sight away from a lovers stare
Should sunshine always show, should seas forever break swell

Thou and thou maketh one long vow bound before holy eyes
As fate end lives to lure in new casts God maketh so endears

Why hath ye been sojourned in secrecy of where thine truest treasure lies
When in that divine next place, you will sigh at thine sight of no fears

Mustn't time only tell tales lived on by unvanquished surrenderers
Sailing cordially lost with us, addled no more but paddled on pent in pain 

Or herein reap rewards wrought upon death’s frozen oar bearers
Shores to shores, we promised ourselves cradles to returneth once again

Thus as adventure unfolds amongst ocean graves hushed we see
Where perpetual peace reigneth forever we are at last in love at sea


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Alzheimers Ward and Lost Memories

Cavernous warehouse filled to the rafters
With all of my memories; forgotten laughter
Boxes unmarked, heavily taped, a dusty cluttered mess
Haphazard narrow walkways disappear into the dark abyss

Before I came to this wretched place…
Horrid, medicinal, cloying reek meant only to replace
The stench of slowing dying, tormented oblivious souls
With nothing left but ruined bodies growing old

Before I was connected to every nuance of life and time
Quick to answer, practiced whit, and wisdom so sublime
Then my faculties were stolen; no longer able to connect
With simple tasks and simpler thoughts; only distant regret
Yet helpless to light the fires of what I needed most
With, you’ll have to forgive me…all of these old ghosts

If only time is kind and my few lucid moments don’t betray
I have some business to attend to before I go away
Within this darkened warehouse I search with rheumy eyes
For the precious engraved golden tin; inside it holds my prize:
His well-worn wrinkled picture, for years it’s been misplaced
Finally I see the golden tin amidst the gloom of this space

As I reach to gently cradle his memory within my gnarled hands
Unkempt hairs stick to my face in tangled matted strands
I trace his lovely youthful face, his precious loving grin
Without him I have been so lost; a prisoner within

The present seems so oppressive
Without the will to live
My body quickly failing, but now I fear no more
For I have found a fragment of the girl I was before
And at the very end, fate has been so kind
To replace his memory within my heart and fragile broken mind

Now I will go to meet my beloved and leave this frail place
To gain his presence once again and behold his lovely face
All of this confusion and despair to ever leave behind
And I will meet him at the gate; his wonderful grin to match in kind.


Details | Lyric | |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


Details | Free verse | |

Central Park Looks Beautiful When You Are In Love

Central Park looks Beautiful When you’re In Love


Central Park without the gates of heaven screens;
     It’s heavenly, a poet daring to dream
  Harps and golden crowns of evenly bliss paradise

  Twilight, nylons and panels in the park;
  Where Lover dreams come true with sparks;

Behold the beauty, behold a lover.
Poetic, artistic, romantic, trees and sky liners 
Central Park the gates of heaven in clear view;

 It’s heavenly yet powerful; Poets dreams 
Cristal, Ruby, Diamond, Sapphire Pearl or gold
 Or just chilling its tares amongst the weeds
Strolling or experiencing it’s where lovers meet;
Colorful hot air balloons circle the park
 Bollywood again and again after dark


Details | Elegy | |

To Plant A Planet

O daddy! my daddy! your life is or' and I'm an orphan once more
The prize you sought is won but my grief overflows onto the floor
You were just to go for surgery then come back to me surely sore
Not dead_gone unbelief flows over me for love on me you pour

O daddy! my daddy! you adopted me, introduced me to God's love
Worked long hours to provide for my needs doing things for others
Studied God's word so that you could teach Biblical truths about Dove
Visited the sick, helped those down, expressed forgiveness of Brothers

O daddy! my daddy! you have won the great prize and at God's side
You are helping God with what needs to be done, as one of his sons
What you might be doing in your service up there with Jesus our Guide
He might have given you your own planet to plant, get ready for loveones


Details | Rhyme | |

Buried love

He is sleeping in my bed unsuspecting,
As I sneak out the back door again.
I stalk across the dimly lit garden,
Stricken with guilt, remorse, heart-piercing pain.
 
Even during blissful moments in his arms,
Your face flickers in the reflection in his eyes.
I close mine only to see your face again,
In the blackness, dark as night skies.
 
How can I be happy with someone else,
When thoughts of you haunt me, asleep or awake?
How can I smile up at him,
When its your features I'm trying to remake?
 
Even though he makes me happy,
Its nothing compared to the joy you brought me.
I start the car and stare at the lucky charm,
Remembering when you said, my happiness it will guarantee.
 
I guess it never did work,
Because now I'm sitting in this empty car,
Wondering how things could have gone this wrong,
When we had promised stay together upon a solitary star.
 
I'm driving down the familiar road,
Wishing an accident would take away this pain.
Better a quick unfortunate incident,
Than a slow death, plagued by guilt, going a little insane.
 
Walking through the wrought iron gates,
I cant help remembering the many times I've sneaked out.
Each time I reach the graveled path,
If you're worth the trouble, I doubt.
 
But I cant help stalking out the house,
You've become my obsession, my pilgrimage.
Praying silently he never finds about you,
For I'm sure he'll have me put in a cage.
 
I feel the steady calm rising as I near you,
Your voice is in the wind, the rustle of the leaves.
I can hear my heart beat in my ears,
I move to your headstone among the other graves.
 
As usual I trace the engraved heart,
Let a few tears slip and lie down on your cover.
Wishing the block of marble between would disappear and so,
For the last time I could see my sunshine, my one true lover.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Free verse | |

taking a step



This life's journey is like climbing the stairs
each step, year by year. moving up in the air
the higher I get, seems the harder to breathe
My ascent has stalled, sorrow seems to impede

loss of passion to climb and no will to explore
filled with anger, unfairness, ahead a closed door
having desire and need, for a warm body to hold
Fierce hurricane winds, they have taken there toll

thoughts of taking a step, repressed by the tide
it's filling the vacuum, where my heart use to hide 
filled with sorrow and pain, from life on this earth
letting the darkness, decide what it is worth

Is this journey over and do I need to lay down
joy and happiness lost, my heart's closing down
I'll know the end has come, if I don't feel the sunshine
It's rays feed my soul, like a fine cheese and wine

"My body gets nourishment from  Mother Earth,
sunshine fills my soul with Gods grace and mirth"


Details | Free verse | |

Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
  
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
.
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I


Details | Rhyme | |

For the Fallen Hero

Holes are dug
The tents raised
Men and women salute
As they carry your body away

The flag draped over so graceful
Exhibiting patriotism of the brave
Honoring the risk you willingly took 
As we march in silence toward your grave

My fellow comrade, my partner
Forever my best friend
Life for us was just beginning
When it turned for a swiftning end

I felt my stomach tightly churn
When I saw your name on the list
Sinking back into the moment
We shared our final goodbye kiss

Now as they lower you down gently
My heart follows right behind
Though you can't be with me now in body
Our souls will always be intertwined
 
I'll be brave for our little princess
But I can't promise I won't weep
Watching her lay here with your picture
Cuddling it softly sound asleep

I tell her numerous stories about you
And she tries to memorize them all
But as the years go by it gets harder
When your face isn't as clear to recall
 
She knows her father is a hero
And not afraid to announce to the world
Oh my dear, how I see so much of you
In the liveliness of our precious girl

I know our parting won't last forever
When we're together as a family in Heaven
That picture is what keeps me going each day
Holding to the thought I'll embrace you again 

We will live to make you proud, my love
Though somedays are harder then most
Perhaps fallen but never forgotten
To your life we raise this toast


Details | Elegy | |

Tears of the Broken

Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*



Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad. For so many years, we’ve felt their presence In so many ways, we’ve felt complete, But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat. Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art, Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are Where we stand and to whom we belong, We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light. But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave, You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet. May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again ‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies, Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed The ways we reacted back in those days. Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile Now makes us realize how we never cared, For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared, The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud” The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned. Their tender touch, their forgiveness Their blessings for us and their happiness, We pray to feel it all again Bring it all again, To the eternal life, after this time.


Details | Clerihew | |

My constant mirror

My constant mirror from heaven, 
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry? 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mort De La Mort, The Death Of Death

There is something intoxicating about the absolute stillness of night
I am most at home, at ease, the tell-tale heart of a vampire
Indeed, I have never been anything but, born into this life a demon
Spawned into this life by hate and resentment

I have fed upon everyone I have ever known, everyone I can ever remember
All that was human in those around me, seldom have I not destroyed

I have been merciless, I have been death

 

Tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted and who would have known it
Magnificent a creature, a natural born killer, meeting her bloody demise

What was a heart of stone has now started beating to the sound of human dreams

I can only thirst for one thing, with satisfaction impossible elsewhere

Him, my reaper donned in perfect flesh
A powerful being that has broken me so entirely, I have been forced into mortality
I am a mere shadow of the monster I used to be

 

The tragedy that is seeing life with the hearts eyes, I offer myself to him completely.

I will not move, I will not run and I will not hide

Tear me to pieces like I have torn all I have ever encountered, I yearn for it

Every cell in my body begs for our final dance, the Waltz to my own demise
Now, to look upon you would be worth a thousand deaths, and I invite them all
Find me, take me, end me.
I will rest in the memory of your flawless face for eternity, as hell welcomes me with
open arms.


Details | Ballad | |

BESIDE EVERY GREAT WARRIOR OF OLD

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Game Over

One last time,
one more chance,
I told myself no,
to this endless romance.
Its good for awhile,
but always ends in tears,
starts with a smile,
then the love disappears.
You start to get mean,
thinking ill cower away,
but not this time,
not today.
Hit me again,
we'll fight to the death,
this will only end,
when you take your last breath.
So say goodbye
to your silent nights,
and say hello
to these violent fights,
I cant take it anymore,
I want to be free,
I wont back down,
until your life's a memory.


Details | Rhyme | |

Seeking accompany

Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook
 
I kick to wonder what made me to cry,
Am really writing as a fry,
Myself launch to be dry,
This ink will be a victim for my cry.
 
What really went wrong with me all these day,
What made e to forget my last day,
I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday,
So I regret for that, what is called as present today.
 
Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner,
Sadness have started to move inner,
The faults that I considered as miner,
So far changed as a miner of a winner.
 
My face was a comparison to sunlight,
Where as my routine changed it to moon light,
I wish to get that twilight,
As a sinner I started to search for that enlight.
 
I started to enjoy what is right,
I remade my faults as a kite,
I wished it would fly apart from my  sight,
My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight.
 
It proved that I always should depend on god,
In whatever the variation of my mood,
He is there to clear my victorious road,
So, I started to live according to His code.


Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


Details | Ballad | |

Starcrossed Tragedy

A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy


Details | Blank verse | |

Belated Confession

Since my birth
To your death
Never would I miss you.

Now
I do.


Details | Rhyme | |

Are You Ready to Meet Jesus

Are You Ready to Meet Jesus? One day soon, there’ll be A meeting In the air! God’s people will gather, from everywhere! Jesus will return,, for you and me! He wants to take us all! For eternity! People will be there! Both young and old! Being with Jesus forever! On streets paved with gold! When he comes, no one knows! When he does, may we be ready to go! Live you life, as if He came right now! One day, before him, Every knee shall bow! May we live a Godly life, in everything! As we look forward to, the return of the king! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Than-Bauk | |

My Inner BOSS

Take my hand and walk with me, 
ill show you side of a world that you never seen. 
Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet,
this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. 

No one goes into my hood,
we done really care for you angry mood.
Music will blare everywhere around out street,
it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet.

Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face,
you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance.
You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you,
and make it seem like i had nothing to do.

It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart,
even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start.
You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance,
we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"?



Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! 
PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!


Details | I do not know? | |

Lament of the soul

Shall we
Lament about the soul
The snap of the branch that you hold onto
When we snap it upon the drum that beats out life
Withered and fickle,
And with the last reverberation of its breaking
The echo dims and dilutes
Our sense of longing

Oh let us lament about the soul
And all it has come to mean
An escape from drifting, that echo never fading;

Oh anchor me 
Dear soul of mine
Anchor me and never let me go
For without you, why without you I would truly be lost
And keep me alive some more to the beating of this drum,

And whence it snaps
In the drunken beating of my life
And the echo booms no longer
I beg you all to lament about my soul
For it has gone
And now I am lost
Drifting with no anchor, and I will find no purchase.


Details | Rhyme | |

Before I Slip

Before I slip into unconsciousness I
feel your warm and gentle kiss
your kiss
a farewell gift before the bliss
the bliss
of what comes next 
I'll miss
your warm and gentle kiss
your kiss
as I slip into unconsciousness


©Danielle White


Details | Villanelle | |

The Leavings

My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..
multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet tarts pave our way. 
Choosing now to remain, linger, going deep with in the ocean free.

Forms incorporeal above me rise to celestial sea. 
The earth bathes now in rarest form portrayed.
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..

While Hosanna’s fade from still whole memory 
with outstretching hand a mate for me waylaid.
Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave our way 

Alpha and omega will we be, and from all sin have we been freed.
For we seek the harder path the joy delayed.
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..

Yet, He abandons we, “NO He does NOT!” a different fate have we.
And, with golden kisses each soul drops as they pray. 
Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave our way. 

The larger scheme of dark and light replays with joyous glee.
Deep with our Lord, His Love He does display. 
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..
Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave my way. 


Details | Classicism | |

Only Death Can Tear Us Apart

Your always in my heart & head,
 I still can't believe ur dead. We may
be miles & miles apart 
but I feel ur still close because I keep you 
always in my heart, 
Death was the only thing that could ever
keep us apart.


Details | Haiku | |

Decorations

 
green eggs on gravestones
with Easter baskets for two
I wonder aloud
 


Details | Free verse | |

Until the end

Gilded silence, gold,
The last leaves' silent fall
Pain silent Late autumn’s
Slow crepuscule

She turns her hands in her apron
Blue patterns, blue
Her smile will never die
The swans swing south sighing

Evening comes soon, sooner,
She insists, at the stove, heat, red,
Redder, the last meals we try
Not to take for granted

Quiet dying, quiet, the colour
Runs slowly from her skin,
Her eye turned inward blindly
On her own long dissolution

We walk we talk we baulk
At the black pall, black,
Open our eyes only once the
Stiff ground engulfs her 


Details | Free verse | |

Home By Dawn

My battery fully charged the week is brand new all the lost loved ones are telling me thank you for bringing them to life in my memory yesterday now I am ready to win in any way and nothing can hold me back from my dreams people are staring in utter disbelief they think the devil has contracted my life little do they know I took the path to the right and now I am reaping the rewards in my struggle so much so that now I've reduced my enemies to rubble and now I am standing on the power of my own alive in the jungle of my mind, my kingdom, I'm home to see the new dawn and for all those now gone I will always remember you and your spirit will live on.


Details | Ballad | |

Corpse Bride

The braeþ of lyf -- I've Learned to fear
Though, ta'en it was, so long sinsyne
I've wroot my song of skreighs
He tore the lyf out of me
In sooth did she speke this to me - Cassandra was she to me
Wistful - I am no bride to be
Wistful - is this soliloquy of skreighs

I cede to thee, deathly colleen 
Though remains - façades of humanity 
Angel kind - wicce of my welkin dreams
Casted by the lote of she
Ta'en the hollow Herefro way - ne'er!
Caught with twain
W'ie or swain

Angel dearest so fair - love does not share
Seemed a crux, when eath is lone
I rose for thee - cede all of thy love to me
Or was this not meant to be
Eros's deceit 
So wistful - corpse bride I remain to be


Details | Verse | |

Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


Details | Haiku | |

Love letters




winters gone
the letters they
keep on comming


Details | Prose Poetry | |

INFINITY

Fear of infinity sits with me
today, eternity flies, looms,
hovers stretches the heart
must make room for the 
dark

space I am to embark.
Though I let my eyes search
for God within;
let my eyes mingle with
the Cosmic wind.

Afraid of what will be
stormy slaps.  It is not
really your place to
see such grace.

The thorny drift burnished 
by that crush around the
trees, now I'm afraid God,
now I'm glad you are with me.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Last Word

Someday at any time I could be gone…
When it happens don’t you dare be sad?
I am saved and living in God’s great beyond,
Enjoying the best times that I’ve ever had.

Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud,
However God’s timing and planning are right,
To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd,
So take up the mantle and against satan fight.

The battle will not be over till the devil’s in hell,
If you are not born again I’d encourage you to be,
Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well,
So your soul too can be made eternally free.

Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love,
The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care,
Outside of grace you were my treasure from above,
Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share.

Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close,
All my sufferings are over with pains all gone,
It’s okay to cry over my death but a party I propose,
For on satan I have the last laugh my journey’s done.


Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may 
bring forth.


Details | Free verse | |

I'll Be Home Soon

Gazing out the window
rain pounding like a drummer in a parade
I let my eyes fall closed
and I picture his emerald eyes
his bright smile that lights up a darkened sky
and his scent - a mixture of the rain outside and the pine trees beyond my sight
I then allow my lids to open
and I gaze at the polished black pistol in my hand
As I lift it, the heaviness a slight surprise
the sight of his blood stained on my freshly painted wall
fills my mind with the memories of his misery
I yearn to join him
and so I lift the pistol higher and higher until I feel the coldness on my temple
and I enjoy the last moments with my memories of his beautiful face as it kisses mine
while I pull the trigger harder and harder

and then comes the blast
and I've joined him at last
and I see his face again
and again he kisses me sweetly
I see his bright smile
emerald eyes
and that wonderfully blissful scent makes me whole
and I am Home


Details | I do not know? | |

Hero

You were my hero
and you weren't even perfect.
but you're my hero.


Details | Personification | |

A New Kingdom




     *********

Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
             Well...
This is for the first time
The first time in History
      ------
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
   Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
         In mystery...
And everyone must know...
         ------
         It is time
  It is time one may say
For a One World Government
        To save the day'
        --------
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
      And that is that
           Except...
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
          --------
What We really don't need
    Is a new government
        What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
     A Covenant'
         With ' GOD '
        --------
      Did anyone think
            Of the way
       That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
            For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
    To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
      A place for you and me...


Details | Epigram | |

Like A Sytematic Automatic Replay

This record player has a switch
Then there is the pitch and ditch


Details | Free verse | |

Angels We

Do the whales know that, all we are real?
Do we, the humans, know that they can feel?
Sing a song for us across the ocean,
while harpoons pierce our hearts 
with such devotion.
Curious they are about our souls
Singing angels all of us behold.
Curious we are; we come to Meat
Lethal research, deeds we use to greet.

Angels we, our beauty and our souls,
Bleeding in the ocean, dying cold.

©david byrne dec 2011


Details | Quatern | |

The powerful silvery stardust

On that starry night, as I sat on the open balcony Of my own pigeon home, so cosy I saw, mesmerization, O pure adoration How beautous was this great attraction! A blanket of stardust, a black one full of stars Faced with it, so trivial seemed my scars Life itself seemed so mysterious And so full of grace so imperious! As I watched with wonder, came running down my cheeks Those tears, seeking their way out of their creeks Merciful must be the high Lord None knew why he did create a world so haggard! Somewhere, thought I, must be an abode There, sing the fairies, an eternal ode While switching on and off the blinking lights Of life and death, such must be its sights! On that starry night, living seemed a must A travel from a forgotten place to an unknown one To live simply with the wills of just Shall someday give me the high stature of the great swan!
Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

ONE NIGHT OF LEGEIA

    ONE NIGHT OF LIGEIA
Half from anxiety, half terror born,
I see her rising breasts, from pages torn
Out from a dream played out so long ago,
I knew I'd not forget, or ever know,
a lock of hair fell to where lace is worn.

The beauty of her eyelids vagrant line
becoming much a part of Poe's, and mine,
as candle light from distant chandelier
reflected from her eagerness to tear,
and made each teardrop fall in sparkled shine.

The night progressing through what's meant to be,
discov'ry of a soul mate's constant plea,
as hair of raven black fell to my face,
and fancied every nerve, throughout our chase,
while love's sweet ending, touched the two of we.

"I love you!'s" Feigning death, add to the spell,
she weaved throughout the night, we loved too well!
And when the end began, our Fifth Alarm
gave cadence to our pace out of the norm,
and brought the ending only Poe could tell.

Sweet love! Sweet dream! We died into the flame
from lack of heart to play out love's sweet game,
and hope to keep the ending constantly,
Orgasm of the soul, for Poe and me,
as close as love may come to stay the same.
        © ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)


Details | Free verse | |

Eternal Breath

With bicycles and a big shoulder sling bag
You were there, at the other side of my fence
Throwing the paper toward me with a smile
Awarded me with a wonder-stricken time lag

I remember, you were ten and I was eight
It was in 1940, our first met
So soon later we allied
And all these times, I always sure that it was truly a fate

I remember, it was on an anesthetize Sunday morning
You put a ring on my finger when I was just seventeen
We started riding our life together in a rollercoaster of emotions 
For years you are my one and only paperboy prince charming

Today, on your grave that is shrouded by Autumn leaves
Knowing that our love surely went on endlessly
I smile and take another breath in the eyes of eternity
A splendor moment, for our memories, far away from griefs




~ Shirley Candy 
Indonesia, 11/05/2013 05.36 AM



Details | Free verse | |

Goldfish in Heaven

It was a little cold this morning.
Colder this morning
than any other so far this year. 
Of course every day this year seems
colder than any year before.

It’s October now.
It’ll be my birthday soon.
I’ll be eighty-four… or twelve.
I guess it all depends on who’s counting. 

My best friends came to visit me today.
We spent some time in the backyard
just enjoying one another’s company.
They seemed a little distant…
maybe sad, even.
They did their best to hide it from me,
but I could tell. 

After a time of laughter,
love and hidden tears,
my best friend asked
if I wanted to go for a ride.

Never one to turn down an adventure,
I gladly accepted.

The wind in the truck
was more than I have been used to.
God how it made my bones ache.
But it was nice to be out.
It had been quite a while
since my last outing.
When we arrived at the lake
my friend could tell how bad I hurt,
so he helped me out of the truck.

My best friend and I walked a ways
and I could feel the sadness in him
coming to the surface.
But he didn't seem to want to talk about it.
I figured I’d just let him talk about it
if he wanted.
I wasn’t going to pressure him.

He just put his hand on my back
and told me he loved me.

Then he said he had something for me
as he tussled the hair on my head.
He pulled a bag of Goldfish Crackers
out of his pocket
and offered me some.
God knows I love Goldfish Crackers.
I smiled at him and thanked him.
I never eat them one at a time.
I always eat them by the mouthful.
Today was no different.

After my second helping
I glanced at my friend once more.
I swear he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I have no doubt how much he loves me...
I just wish I could tell him
how much I love him. 

I glanced down at the remaining crackers
and as I began to eat them I was secretly hoping
that more might magically appear before me.

As I did, I heard a sound. 
A sharp sound.
As much in the distance
as right above me.

I guess it was the sound that
Goldfish Crackers make
when more
magically appear before you.
Because there they were.

And here they are. 

I could eat Goldfish Crackers forever.
I wonder if there are Goldfish Crackers in Heaven.

~Sarah


©2010, R. Erin Lenth

=====================================

I wrote this poem late in the evening after I put Sarah, my faithful Labrador 
Retriever,  down.


Details | Bio | |

To Death And Back Not An Act



      ****This a true admission...It happen to me...God left me a    

        Message..*******In........ Spite..of the whole world.....gf


They say that it 
Is some-thing spiritual 
         Ah! yes,
Their is such a thing
       As a Miracle
For their is nothing
More Spiritual.....
      -------
For I can confess
Let God figure out the rest
      ---------
But, their are reason's
So many thing's to say
Like, how can a man die
Three times' in just one day
       At the same time
        -----
       So, their was a time
And this time was mind
Fore I did have Addison Disease
My health was on the decline
Would their be time for eternity
       Or are We running....
Seems though I was running
       Out of time
I was running out of me
      ------
Renal failure
Kidney failure 
Respiratory Arrest
      ------
Seems that this-time
The Lord Jesus
Has put me to the test
     
Yes, their were complications'
Little parasites' in my blood
I need a blood transfusion
The doctor's were in such confusion
This conclusion to them
Was just an illusion...
      ------
They said that I had 
An Addison Attack
I also had Anemia
My affect was black
     ------
They were all worried
They didn't know what to do
For I had complications'
And now and behold
I just had a CODE BLUE
      -----
They talked to my folks 
And family relation's
They said they just didn't
Know, fore He had complications
       -----
The complication was already made
If it weren't for the Addison Disease
He would sure die from the complications   
OF " AID's"
       So, then they gave me
 A blood transfusion
And to the room they took me back
Fore their was no reason
         Lest God Should react
      -----
That this was one day
That I needed not pray
It was now time to be ready
To breech judgement
Now that I must say'
And surely this was the way
Fore I have seen the Light
Of a better day...
      -----
So, now it was morning
I was laying in the bed
I was so hungry
I got Pancakes' with my meds..
     ------
Threw all of this
I wasn't really scared
For JESUS was with me
He just sat on the side
          Of my Head
Resting on my bed
Blessing me and to return
          Thy Soul
For it really belonged to Me....
This miracle was full....
Lack of death from the
Complication's 
Of Full Blown AID'
Was over blown....
      -----
But, you are not threw
        On the Earth
Fore I have a message for you
To deliver this day!
To deliver, to rebuke this
         Un Holey Curse....
Fore this is the Light
        And the way...

                 GF



























Details | Elegy | |

Stay with me

Nowhere
you are
for
Nowhere
I see you

Nowhere
you are
for
Nowhere
I hear you

So where
you are
for
you must be
Somewhere

You still exist
for 
I still miss you

Thy sight
comes
to me
by memory

Somewhere
you are
for
Somewhere
I see you

Somewhere
you are
for
Somewhere
I hear you

So where
you are
for
you are
Nowhere

Please
stay with me
for
I need thee

for
a mere
unit am I
without an ally

Nowhere
you are
Wherever
I need you

Please
let
I feel
you are
nearby

Let
I believe
you are
far
from Nowhere
close
to Somewhere

Let
I believe
you are


Please
stay with me

somewhere
anywhere
beyond

I need thee.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

HELP HER UP

written 2nd Aug 2013



This life is not as it should be
 pick up your wife, can't you see 

You're her husband, stand up!
 give her a reason, to again believe

She means 'everything'....to this family
 shutting the door leaving her totally... Alone

Do you actually know her at all...
 damaging her heart and soul, deep within it's cold

Loneliness consumes her, it's been so long
 it must be asked...do you still love her?

Are you willing to help her to her feet again?
 or shall you sit back and watch, as she see's the end

This is completely left for only you, her husband to declare
 how much does she really mean to you...do you still care?

Will you step up, or let her rot into total depression, you see it...
 Love and care, or death and dispirit

It's all up to you!
 Her loving husband, what will you do.....


Details | Dizain | |

When The Torch Came In June

When The Torch Came In June--In Memory of my husband: 
            Robert A. (Bobby) Burch--Died 6/22/1996

O' June...June...I can't believe how fast time
Has gone. It seems like only yesterday
I held him close...kissed...his lips on mine.
It's been sixteen years since he went away...
That HOT, JUNE, DAY--the Olympic Torch came
Through town. Everone there--needing him too...
He sat down beside me--his face--I knew
When he said, "I don't feel well"--that glazed stare.
Everyone always asked him what to do!
Twice...he came back to assist his own care...

EMS, Doctors, nurses--all were there!
But, still, it was not enough to save him.
Two minutes from the ER--WASN'T FAIR!
'Prayed in the ER as they worked on him...
The people: loved ones, community, friends,
Were everywhere--pacing...standing...crying...
But I kept praying--"Don't let him be dying!"
Finally, they 'called it'...then let me go in...
I kissed him-- goodbye-- but felt they were lying--
Then told our son...he'd not see, DAD--again.

O' June...June...your mem'ry serves quite well...
Wish it'd been me...and he, this story tell.

deborah burch©
5/26/2012

Dizain
Entry for contest: "If I Had A Broken Heart"...


Details | I do not know? | |

ZOMBIES EVERYWHERE

i cherish the days the flames had receded
abominations, full of scorn, forever retreated,
their will to taste the flesh, all but depleted.
a relationship built on death, no longer needed.

for passion and yearning, i never once fought,
a struggle, an attempt, forever forgot,
the affection, my inner soul, blooms, all but has rot.
bamboozled and betrayed, what a tender plot.






chris p. 11/10/12
its nothing special but i thought i'd give it a shot :)


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look


Details | Free verse | |

A Tribute To Freddie Mercury

A Tribute To Freddie Mercury

What happened?
Why did God take you away?
Your music soothed so many
Brought others to tears
Yet everyone danced and sang with you
Following your fingers on the piano keys
You cast your spell over thousands
Your voice was a gift from the gods
You took the stage you were blessed
And you blessed us with your songs
We didn’t know that you were suffering
That you were dying
You kept your pain a secret so we would not worry
You knew we would mourn before your life was over
You knew we would cry and not hear your last songs
How we miss you since you left
Your band continues on
Playing the music that you made famous
It is not the same
You made the music everything that it was
You changed music from the day you sang your first note
No one will ever give what you gave
You gave you life for your fans
We knew it and we loved you for it
Your goodbye left a void that will never be filled
Four word and just for words say what we feel
They are strong words that you gave meaning to
We hear them when we see you on a video
They echo through our ears as we hear your song
God Save the Queen and God bless Freddie
He will always be royalty in our hearts


Details | Etheree | |

Perdition vs Salvation

Doomed, grotesque, decaying corpses ~ swollen, swarming with maggots, emit agonizing screams while Hell claims their damned souls. Mangled bodies gasp their last breath. Bloody corpses hang, blackened ~ pus-filled. Vile laughter echoes: Satan reigns supreme. God’s light shines down on me ~ shows me the way. When I kneel to pray, He sends down hope to fill my soul ~ grateful, healed, whole. Love glows bright through dark of night. Heaven’s choir of angels join ’round the faithful. God’s love’s in sight. Salvation’s promise… saved.
Sponsor: Poet ~ Destroyer Contest Name: To Hell and Back ((2 half poem with opposite meanings)) The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.


Details | Ballad | |

Angel's Wings

The days, the weeks, the months have passed
It’s now almost two years
I thought that time was meant to heal my pain
And dry my tears
Instead my days are twice as long
My nights still hard to bear
My life is just a passing phase
My world without a care
I cannot still the voice inside me
Calling out for you
For all I ever wanted  
For all I ever knew
The winds of change keep blowing
Trying to set me free
But they don't understand
With you is where I need to be
I close my eyes, and there you stand
I watch you for a while
Your handsome face, your winning ways
Your famous carefree smile
You were the breath I breathe
You were the blood that runs my vein
Without you I will die
For you’re the medicine for my pain
So how do I move on 
When I still can't find my way
How do I forget 
And say goodbye to yesterday  
I need to know you’re with me 
In everything I do
Everywhere I go 
I need to know that you’re there too
So stay with me so I can face
Whatever tomorrow brings
Until it’s time for me to fly to you
With Angels wings..


Details | Haiku | |

Misty Morn

on his cheek
by her graveside
one drop


Details | Nonet | |

' JUDGEMENT inside the PURGATORY '

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ erred against God's omnipotent will sacrosanct commandments profaned myriad chances bestowed squandered - still sins exist all are imperfect but must do good now, squealing being JUDGED. =========================================== jun-jun villanueva IMAGINATION < June 09,2012 ---- 7:58pm philippine time>


Details | Verse | |

His Gentleness

He gently creeps into her room
to rest tenderly near her side
 while thoughts of melancholy zoom
 in  of his once vibrant bride
she's been there for him
so many, many years
he sniffles~and tries to hide 
the sorrow and the tears
she has been injured and hurt
but has lost the fight
she will not make it through the night
she will be in paradise by tomorrow's day
he reaches to sniff her best skirt
holds it tight~ it smells of her perfume
he drags over to the vanity to spray
her familiar scent around the room
he cradles her head within his arm
then musters an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear, 
"Time travels fast, and I will see you in a while, my dear"
He provides her warmth by stroking her hair
he wants to capture this image of her there
he wants this moment painted on the wall
so that he can always,always recall
how peaceful she seemed while adrift somewhere.

Copyright McCuen 2009


Details | Free verse | |

Our Love

Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp of your final death
blacked out to me was the image of your last re-birth
Visions of your glory blind to my infantile sight
I cried out to God "take me lord, for to take my light
is to leave me unto darkness."

Crippled and shamed I crawled to my side
and wept to feel the fingers of your memory
sweep my hair from my cheek
As a child I raged that all he left of you for me
was the ghost of a life losing vitality in time
The world was numb but for the pain
and I rolled in the evanescence of it
wrapped like a proud shawl of mourning
that in this right I would sacrifice
and pay dignitary to what I failed you in
If I could have died, I would have born your stripes
I would have carried your cross
and welcomed the nails home
that all I could have of you 
was the agony
of your leaving...

My Mother I felt your tears too
as I felt in them in your fading
I felt the trails of your sorrow 
as you wept for your baby
Just as your comforts were
love and despair in one
 to me
(for how could I know your life lived in me)
	your regrets were mine misery 
then my comprehension of a Mothers love was foriegn.
Your presence drove me mad
Your death erased my dreams
and your life fed my memories.

Some where the blackness of years
numbned-greyed and I breathed
Some where in a moment I could not name
your presence gave me stregnth as I accepted
the world I now lived

But the majic of the moon faded, 
the faith you gave me staled
the world spun because God commanded
but my heart beat because you breathed it

God is a jealous God, I whispered
Is my loss my punishment for loveing her the more?
The tears trickled to moisture and days cycled into years
and I listened to your whisper, feather kisses
tucking me to sleep, some where in the depths
of the self I did not know, you loved, you prayed

You wept for my loss and yours, but you loved
you held me at night when I longed for you
you cheered for my each new step
and when I first held my son I heard in my  heart your first words to me
" My baby, My Baby' 
so then I understood and gave them to him

In learning this new love of my life I began to understand
not your death, but your life, your love, and why you still 
hold me and miss me as I miss you
but I hear you, I hear him
and I see my son I thank you both


Details | Epic | |

im sick of it

im sick of it
sitting and waiting while people are hating
im invinsable 
i wanna change things 
be a woman that insnt a cleche 
im original 
i wanna be writen 
in books in history 
saying she did some thing 
im dissapointed in humanity
just walking around in complete insanity
so blissfully unaware 
of anothers humanity
how SAD 
you walk into me 
us humans 
are surrounded in stupidity
WAKE UP
STAND UP 
BE AWARE 
just CARE!!

if not Im flying to SATURN !! TAKE CARE !!


Details | Rhyme | |

Guitarra, Express My Heart

Guitarra, I’m begging,express my heart Pick away all that’s ever ached Place these Spanish notes beautifully To the angel of her face Guitarra pleas, express this heart Bring to life our last Latin nights Dancing that flamenco from her charcoal eyes Reviving fiesta under most romantic moonlight Guitarra as now I gently play Fingers within running throughts through ebony of her hair “El espiritu de amor” is strumming along Bringing back the yesterdays to here Guitarra passion now is in the revival As the ghost of love tangos all around Milagros, I sense you near And in this instrument forever you are found


Details | Ballade | |

yelling loud

you say you love me 
you say  you care but when it comes down to it
youre not therre
youre just in the corner 
yelling real loud 
saying 
youre not worth *****without me 
u have any doubt

i fill my mind with silence i calm the storms
i close my ears 
but youre there 
screaming more
making my mind split into 2 
youre not the man i wanted 
i wanted someone that could do
what youll never do
look after youre daughter and me 
thought that made us 3 but its not u and me
youve decieced 
after the woumb youve been in
we r devided


Details | Pastoral | |

The Bell Doth' Ring

They lift their voice's
To sing and to praise
For the blood of Jesus
Was to be shed
To beset ablaze
      ----
On that very day'
For the blood He did shed
Was the life full of blood
The blood was Red
An so it was said
         ----
This was a cause
That people later came
To dread
         ----
From some-one who really cared
         ----
Was the blood of lost
            Life eternal
To give strength to
       The people
So, they gather around
To ammend for such Evil
          ----
To morn the day
In such a Solemn way
At the Church Steeple
Surrounded by people
     ------
To scorn those who
Fear the night
To strew the path
For Jesus of the Light
Fore He shall rise
Into the Heavenly Skie's
And of big consequence
On the Third Day
From where-which
He died
     ------
He did arise
    ----
Making the World
A Schrine to all that 
Which was good

           GF


Details | Free verse | |

LOOKING FOR HER

all her things she saved
for us are flung out and
flying all about.............


every counter is full and
ever shelf is crammed.
             each
has a story to tell


i have found a diary for a 
             day,
pages telling how she lived 
              each day
               
            
she writes how much
she loves my sister and
               i

she cries out how she misses
               and loves
               my father

she writes of her
love of her grandchildren
               that is
               what her
tomorrows are all about

i see
what made her 
              so sad  


she writes from her
               heart
and my mind breaks

my tears
of gratitude
flow

i am so thankful
she left me her
things
to care for......

i can let her go now...
......and say

...."mama go rest"

by joloujanetta


"never did i know what a comfort
a pillow where she lay her head
would be for me......"


Details | I do not know? | |

Pardon my Insanity

I don’t want freedom. Forgive me for sounding paranoid or crazy.
But this man used me. After knowing my history of pain. 
Now I see why people kill the victims and themselves.
Doing away with all evil its emancipation. 
At my wits end. Where sanity has eaten away my brains.
Where my soul has no resting place. And tears are like acid.
That burns through my cheeks. Pardon my insanity.
For I have fallen too many times. Where getting up is just powerless.
My heart is caged. All the impact and friction it took, For years.
And still it beats. Keeping me alive to face another brutal blow.
Pain so severe. No medicine or words of encouragement
Can put me at peace. Love is inadmissible here.
For I am deceased .

01/17/13

 


Details | Blank verse | |

The Forgotten

 Do you remember them?
The ghostly faint voices of the children
Sending whispers upon the wind
But do you here them?
Their pleading wails
Eerily calling into the night
"Please don’t forget me"
But you do...

Recognition of those pale, white faces
Lost in short time
Remembrance given to
The blood splattered fiend
permeating with guilt
But do any of you remember
The glistening crystals
The shock the horror
Pasted upon the drained faces
The scared
The mourning
The world
As tragedy struck her resonating dissonant chord
For all the world to hear
But the spotlight then did fall
To the master mind of that days' pain

A day does pass...a week...a month
….....A year
Do you remember them now
The ghostly voices of the victims fade
Their whispers carried away by the wind
And you do not here them
Yet one little voice still begs;
"Please do not forget me....I am important too"
But soon the forgotten is faded
And molded in their place are the rotted teeth
Of the monster that stole their lives
And is forever immortalized
But will you remember THEM?
Will you remember the dead
Do you remember the victims...?


Details | Ballad | |

Lady Arcane

[Daughters of Lamia] Today we walk from our graves You can't wish, pray it away The Inflamed Coven's emerged You Will receive what you deserve Retribution of the flaming shade Your Malice will be paid, In Harm's way [Aharhel] Her Convoluted face burning with fear Of the fall of the gate seering their minds with the deft of the legion The Army of the plague Scourges your land Scourges your Children Scourges your hope [Lady Arcane] I, The White Madonna - The Poison Mistress Hold The Rose to Salvation - Hold The Fruit to Arcane Closer, Come, Child you are mine [Daughter's of Lamia] Lady Arcane wants your fear Lady Arcane wants you near Lady Arcan is here Lurking In your tears clinging to your spilled blood the east has always been near The Left hand reaches to the right side in disguise In Malice's Disguise Therionacy break you down to thy knees To Thy Knees!


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Dropped In To Say Hello

Its sad to see someone you know and love in a hospital bed,
Its sad to see them hanging on to there life by a thread.
You begin to wonder, someday that's going to be me laying here,
But than you noticed that you loved through so much you'll go away without fear.

Seeing an old man on his death bed is a sore sight,
Praying and wishing he comes out alive and ready to fight.
You begin counting down your own days to live,
Thinking about if there is anything else you would like to give.

I been dying for a while now and still in counting of my short days,
I know I can drop at any moment, but it only seems like I lived in a hais. 
Who's going to remember me when im gone,
People will being saying look at what he has done,

A monster in discise I will leave this retched planet,
My body barried seven feet deep not six like everyone has done it.
To be further away from everyone they will burry me this deep,
Everyone will be free from this monsterish evil creep.


Details | Rhyme | |

Assassination!!

Assassinated! Four of our presidents died,
A killer's shot and our people cried,
The killers were caught and paid for their crimes,
Two were shot, the others did their time.

Attempts on the lives of seven more
Made guarding the president a dangerous chore,
The Secret Service took over in 1901,
But to guard the president they had to have guns.

To bad our presidents have to think of dying,
They should be focusing everything on supplying
Our country's people with the best Life they can give,
Instead of wondering, if after their term, they will still live.

To end this very sad but true story,
I don't think our presidents worry,
The g-men do a wonderful service
So the president doesn't have to be nervous.


Details | Rhyme | |

Blackest Rose

senses flee a body still
clouds of grey destroy this life
child unknown its mother slain
a dying oath of lasting pain

feet pause to view the light
where feelings awaken beyond sight
an accidental touch doth break the keep
for undying love my blackest rose


Details | Bio | |

He Is In Command




         ********

I can not change
      the Master
 Fore He is the Plan
         ------
Threw out the ides' of Destiny
               He has always' 
         Been in Command
        --------
He commanded  the Rocks'
              -And-
 He famished the Trees'
Some-times' they did not
         Bare their fruit
And the Leaf's feel from
         The Trees'
          ------
And yes, Gad gave gifts'
       Of everything
With the greatest of ease
         -------
He Ordained that His
Children should come home
That they should never be alone
      ------
             To leave this land
      And to take Amen
          To His Throne
For they were His FIRST BORN
                  -----
Fore they would finally
              Meet Jesus
And live in Parity
Till the 'END' coming 
To the brink of Eternity
      *******
     To finally seek
  The Lord Our GOD

               GF




Details | Pastoral | |

We Are Great-ful






      ------

We worship alone
We do sing of silent prayer
We do this for so many reasons'
Fore He deserves' 
       Our Prayer
      ------
Fore One,
With-out Christ
The Holy One
Their would be no salvation
The Dark shall block the Sun
The World would crumble
Beneath it's own Indignation
      ------
Two, is for the Spirit in You
To thy own self be true
You suffered for so many reasons'
Now, your life is spliced into...
      -------
Three is for the Fear
That whether Ye shall see the Light
In the face of thine own enemies'
Total damnation is the only thing
That comes' to mind
This is not of the Lord
And Paradise is some-where else
And the truth,
Ye shall never find
At least, not in time....
      ------
Four is to know that Ye,
Shall never meet the light
By the time that redemption 
Is in sight, then, You are already
Some kind of Creature of the Night
      ------
So, search in the Lord
That is nothing new,
He will show you what to do
And if you believe in Jesus
He will see you threw....

                    GF


Details | Free verse | |

Missing You

Missing You
     by Amy Swanson


Sunny day...
     reminds me of the warmth
           in your smile

Today I saw
    a mom and daughter
          walking arm in arm

                        talking
                           laughing
                               shopping...

how I wished it could be us.

It seems so many little things...
         and some days, it is everything...
                              or even, just anything.....

reminds me of you.

I remember 
   your laugh...
        the sparkle of your dark brown eyes
             a merry mischief twinkled
                  from their depths

I remember
    how we talked
           of everything
                and nothing
                    at the same time;

no one else has ever understood me like you did.


All my bad...
    my faults and habits...
          rebellious teenage years...
                 you loved me still

like any good mother does.

       *and you were*

     Such a good mother.


Oh, how I wish that I could tell you
              one more time
   how much you've meant to me
                how much
                I love you.

My little girl was sick the other night...
         and as I bathed her with wet towels
              bringing down her fever,
                   checking on her through the night
                        medicines around the clock
                               constant hugs and gentle words -

I thought of you.

All the times
             you did the same for me...

All the times
             I never got to say

"thank you," Mom
       *so much*
              for helping me be   
                     who I am today.

And so I write
       thinking of you
           picturing so clearly in my mind

                                                              beautiful thoughts             
                                                              precious memories
                                                                          of
                                                                         you-

                                                        and hope somehow you know

                                         how very much

                                               you'll always mean to me;


                                          how very much

                                                                  I'm

                                                                            missing you.


Details | Bio | |

The World In Contempt

*********The Rest to God is gravy!*******


Auh!
Dieing for the Lord
Is a dieing profession
Thus ly, I commit to His Own Will
Thine Own Will
Which will be done incessantly
Providing a place for Me
For Eternal-ty ..
With-0ut question...
      ------
I wait for the day
That He shall carry me home
To do attendance to His House
To lay upon His Throne
To be the Minds' Keeper
When no one else' is home
Leaving me so all alone
Where Heaven makes' such
A Heavenly sound
      ------
Where their are Lots' of
Pretty Angel's seemingly
So all around,
Where My feet barely
Touch the  Ground
     ----
In this place 
Thy, Shall never be alone
Fore this is Thy only home
And from Thee..
Never shall I roam
      ------
To venture the distance
      Of His dynasty
For for-ever long lasting 
For ever long that may be
To wave that Ever-Lasting Torch
That which was made for Me
And for all else to see
       -----
That these are the things'
That make's a difference
In Life....
      ------
That is life's long mystery
                
                  GF


******God's Destiny is a reality, as to reality, which is nothing but a dream'.


Details | Rhyme | |

Shiva's fury

  They said a visit to your shrine would pave an easy way to heaven;
Lord, little did I know once there I'd never return.

     Your fury and Your rage finally brought me to my righteous place;
for long we took for granted Your loving and beautiful face.

     On being born as humans we'd often gloat;
it now pains to see how like ants our dead bodies float.

     A mortal being at Your mercy begging You for peace;
what sacrifice shall I now make for You in order to appease?

     You loosened the waters and You blew the wind;
like messengers of death they turned cold and blind.

     At Your behest taking everything in their wake - our bodies and the trees;
amazing how even death can come with so much ease!

     Lord, now my soul will linger here for eternity;
in your peaceful abode I have found my sanctity.

     But if at all You shall give me another body, another face;
I promise You Lord I will find my way back to Your place.

     Once again for You to unleash Your fury,
and once again for my mortal being to be ravaged!

(Dedicated to Lord Shiva and the thousands of pilgrims who lost their lives in the floods in Uttarakhand, India)


Details | Rhyme royal | |

''Collaborating In The Clouds''

~My agonized,withering body lay still in bed.
Death approaches,life hanging by a single thread.
Cast down twas light through shimmering clouds.
I knew,I could feel your shelter.
Afraid nevermore.
This last breathe,a last sigh.
To those with love,my bid goodbye.
Please don't deny me,but gratify me.
Only to long for righteous words.

~A Voice,pure as the heavens above spoke~

''Oh child,trust this temple as your home.
The tracing of years,your birth to full grown.
Embrace thy warmth of everlasting life.''~

written by,kaceymike29
Kacey Greenlee
for the Collaborating In The Clouds contest~
sponsor~pd~The Poet Destroyer~






Details | Free verse | |

Beyond The Sun

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)


Details | I do not know? | |

Cant Please the Devil

Theres no pleasing the Devil for he is dead

Shot in the face by one of his own men

The bullet was inscribed with the initals J.C.

Could this the the janitor Juan Carlos's deed?

Hell no, pardon the pun forgive me

The time of death was 11:34 in the evening

The gun lay low still in the devils claw

Did the crazy son of a b1tch shoot out his own jaw?

I doubt that he would commit suicide

If he did he would have gone out with some more pride

Like taking out a schoolbus filled with Jehovas winners

Or running children over in a mercedes with 22" spinners

So let me see what spells J.C.?

Could it possible be the one who died for me?

I doubt that as his book says though wont kill

But then again his speakers finger children till they spill

The verdict is up to you but dont forget the robe 

As you become the judge so crued and blame it on the globe

If it were up to me the obvious one with the intials J.C.

Jesus Christ killed the devil, what about the time you see?

11:34 is ironic for the devil to have fell

Flip the numbers upside down and it will surely spell h-e-l-l 


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I Shall Wait For You My Beloved

I shall wait for you to come my beloved
For you are my white star of twilight
The moon in the sky’s far end

I shall rise up with thee
Lie down with thee
For in my dreams thou art always with me

Oh Great Spirit
When our time has come
Join us together as one in the wilderness of your sacred home
When you look upon us give us your peace and refreshing sleep

For you and I my beloved, are two halves joined together
Each others distant shore
The left and right wings of the bird
Two halves of a seashell

We are apart, yet connected by a greater love
I shall wait for you my love 

The sun and moon bless the union of our spirits
Designed by our Creator for life’s endless journey
Joined like a tree to earth, a cloud in the sky
You are a part of me, as I am of you
Bonded by the Great White Spirit

You are my love, my heart’s best  friend
Our love will never cease, never end
I know it is thou who moves within my heart
Now and forever my beloved - I shall wait for you to come
Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ my love
_______________________________________________________________________

"Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ means I love you in Navajo"


Details | Rhyme royal | |

In a hotel room

Eons ago, in a hotel room, I came face to face with doom! Danger did loom There in that dark room! A ghoul seated on a broom Appeared in the bedroom And sprinkled some gloom On my soul, so in need of a bloom! Ready to be my bridegroom Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom He called out to the groom To have a festive lunchroom! When I found strength to be a boom I called out with my heart's zoom And my Lord removed my gloom By dissipating my cursed brume! Eons ago, in a hotel room I begot a boon, and a re-gloom And my soul began to re-groom For at last, I had found my real room!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Master Carpenters tree

The impressive mighty trees
Are birthed from such small seed
Drawing resilience from the sun
And earth’s fertile garden bed

Trees wooden trunk has shaped 
And sustained for centuries many in varied ways 
Some over and upon oceans wide
Where waves stroke shapely hulls 
And lull to sleep the hapless venturer 
Trusting in woods durable strength and buoyancy

And from such crafted boughs 
And whispered sounds 
Her meekness and strength is seen and heard 
Like the creaks of grandma’s rocking chair
Where the hapless wanderer was first rocked to sleep

Trees have cradled and rocked in their arms 
High and low of this world
The greatest of these was in a lowly manger 
In an animals crib 
But for this one tree its destiny was marked 
Chosen before time

For on this tree’s wooden shoulders 
It bore God’s greatest gift–
A Holy Child born - Like it- 
For one purpose only – 
To become accursed - on its wooden cross 
To bear the sins of All 
The Holy Son then rose - triumphantly from earth’s fertile soil

Into His Father’s arms


© Brenda V Northeast 11th   March   2012
 


Details | Blank verse | |

The Wicked Deceiver Written in Old English

Art thou the wicked deceiver- who cometh dawn or dusk
Dweller in the heavens- who wrought scorn unto thy Creator 
Cast aloft- becoming caddish as cag-mag- a drab locked away in Bridewell’s gaole
Grinder seeker- who stood a midst the knowledge tree and offered nary but one
One bite will make thee greater than He- one taste shall wit thy mind 
Maker of gray betwixt black and white-a savory eater of men’s souls
Syllan thy lies for the Christ did rise for thou shalt tarry no more

Mote thy forkth tongue- shake-down thee to ever more hell
 Henceforth to dwell ever the more ye will- in mere of fiery waters
Waiter of the wittle of Good and Evil- Forsooth! Forsooth! Thy dream
Dost not the coddish fear and tremble while thou holdth Bilbo high
Hearth lay thy saber- blood stained pudhly with the souls of mankind 
Monstrous shadowed deceiver- no longer doth the grave highly boast 
Beautifully bequeath a love of mankind- a son of David- the Christ did rise
Resist not the righteous-the judge of Adam sits at the Creator’s right side
And thy kingdom shall tarry no more-no more
And Thy kingdom shall tarry no more


Details | I do not know? | |

Made Brand New ?

Holy be ?
You desire this of me…
Is this possible am I able ?

Consecration, dedication towards the goal !
Ultimate sanctification for any soul…

Purity, virtue and piety…
Just some names of a few,
Made brand new.


Written by: William Arthur Tell

1Pe 1:16  Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.


Details | Lyric | |

SOUL MATE

              SOUL MATE
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
...........© Ron Wilson


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


Details | Rhyme | |

Winds of My Aftermath

Feel the hurricane and taste the rain here in the park
Hear me wail and watch me as I make my mark
But do not tell me when it is time to go
For I will be playing here long after dark

Get lost with me here in the brush
Stay the storm that now makes us rush
Meet me here same time next year
And once again I will make you blush

See me stand there upon my mountaintop
Fear the gale as I tend my crop
We will leave for chance what I do not know
And I will beg for mercy, but I will not stop

Over there just beyond the bended trees
Beautifully bending by my gentle breeze
Near Ole' Shadow's Pass, there along the path
You will feel the Winds of My Aftermath
Yes, you will find me whispering in the forest on bended knees
Where you will feel the Winds of My Aftermath


Details | Free verse | |

Better Than Jesus

Explosions in the sky a fire in my mind starting out a broken spirit until returned, my wings, I fly and I find that I have no place to go when the desire has came and went and there is no secrets left to know I shall be the greatest teacher exponentially now I grow who wants to be my friend? I only accept good people for I have spent too much time observing dark and evil now I seek the light as I remember how to fly off I'll go to see the world with my soul mate, her and I I have not met her yet but I will know her when I see her by the feeling and the healing as if she could be the teacher and my heart is pounding celebrating life until I die when my friend, this world may end by explosions in the sky. -For Sandra


Details | Free verse | |

Betwixt Bars

Can you feel?

Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?

And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...

But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;

But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars

You cannot hide

From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,

But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.


Details | Tanka | |

Dark Night

Toward a twilight
I walk in search of a light,
Not recognizing
Ahead of that destiny
There is also a dark night.


Details | Villanelle | |

MARY WAS A HAPPY GIRL TO BE CHERISHED ALWAYS

Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always,
everyone who knew her was simply marveled...
at her romantic words that rang like merry bells.


Unfortunately, she died in her early fifties;
a precious life was lost but her memory remained...
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


She was young, bright and beautiful as stars...
the moving stories she wrote were kind of sad;
Mary's big eyes reflected pretty aqua skies!


People came from distant towns and cities
to hear her voice so resonant and kind;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


At her wake, friends and family recited prayers...
her influence on them must have been grand;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!


Details | Sonnet | |

BLOOD OF GERONIMO

    BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?


Details | I do not know? | |

Conviction

Innocents is purity, which evil preys.
To endure such beings may leave one in decay.
Anger and hate will fill your mind, weakness seeping down your spine.
Fear gives in, you can not breathe and can not stand.
Darkness overwhelming with the end at hand.

A reaper comes to collect your spirit.
But on this day you need not fear it. 
A helping hand he comes to give, he sees purity and light deep with in. 
Pick yourself up young lad and breathe deep, your life has meaning if you seek.
Your mind is poisoned and your heart frail. 
Stay steadfast your light will prevail.

Your conviction is strong, it never falters.
Take your pain and build alters.
Around your heart to ward off the dark.
Your almost there, protect your spark.
From the evil that dwells in your mind,
Leave it there and don't be blind.

Enjoy the beautiful things in life.
So you may better understand your strife.
For the road to glory is long and treacherous.
Do not fear because you are dangerous.
Armor thick forged in pain, spear of light leaving blood stains.

Do not fear the beast with in, control it and give it name.
Listen to the vibrations, now take aim.
He is your spear, your love is the light. 
Protect the innocent and fight.

Glory comes, but does not wait.
To seek it out is to seek my fate.
Innocents cries, evil feeds.
A spear of light is what I will be.
Piercing the darkness of evil deep,
Until glory comes so that I may sleep.


Details | Free verse | |

A Consciousness Of Self-Confidence

Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Mystery and History

A terrible earthquake rocked
Bidding adieu left us shocked

Rescuers worked on the third day
Looking exhausted and in dismay

Suddenly mixed feelings filled the air
When they lifted two up the metal stair

Shielded from the falling fragments 
Embraced and protected within a mother’s garment

Wrapped in a carcass that offered comfort
A live six month-old baby girl put her effort

She moved having been suckled on that fateful day
By her mother who had entered the unknown gateway

Only this could have crammed her mind
Let me die so that they could find

My child alive; my child must live 
So, she breast-fed until alive

One could compare her love to a mystery
Her life after death is but history

Tears trickle from stony hearts
Also from those carrying debris in their carts

Like a mother longing to hug her child
Our Creator waits to embrace us His child

He can pick us up from any rubble
And in us can make joy bubble


Details | Ballad | |

Deirdre

 
Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone? Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone? I can sence her embrace that feels like Tragedy A heart to have, slipped beneath the waves The dark pulse now beckons us closer How many days will this passion bleed away? We will be the ones left to blame Beware we’ve become their prey They say you’re addicted to your pain A lifeless cold barren soul left to die in the rain A whisper too close to the edge A call from the dark Brings out a saving spark An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? “My Decadence was just for you Though you’d never care what I’ve been through Enter the world were empathy is clandestine A world created by you, just for me What’s Lying in my heart is why You want to through the stone” I call your name towards nightfall’s reign But they take you so far away A dark angel so divine Cursed by Eden’s heart I will avenge every tear An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone? Don’t you know Deirdre’s gone?


Details | Free verse | |

Love Never Ends

As nighttime penetrates the boundaries of light fallen upon the eyes
Darkness overcomes, no, overshadows thoughts of the day
But we remember, yes, deep within the confines, we remember

The morning brought your smile, fluttering upon
The gentle stretching of the sun’s awake
You are highlighted by the sun, you are the sun
I see through the covering of humanity
To your essence of divinity
And I smile at the beauty that is you

Darkness, look not down and think you’ve overcome entirely
For I still see, I still feel, I still am within the embrace of my love
And she is daylight, that which never ends, perpetual life and light


Details | Lyric | |

A Tanto's Key

His blade cuts through the branches
the dark silence of the moment
bleeds through his kimono
as heavy breath stalks into zen
across the treetops spooks the owl 
	a tender footstep ~
a glimmer of steel and cushioned reunion
as a weapon draws into it's sheath.
The nights cool chill creeps across
moonlit shadows
As he sits in hungry silence,
just beyond the ray of light
that beckons him to shelter
beyond a shoji door.
and for a moment she's aware
of his desperate lover's stare,
but knowing he's a wanted man
reveals her gentle neck to him
beyond the screen he only sees
	the back of her ~
a crackle of the leaves below
a sudden shuffle
and she turns;
to glance into his longing eyes
stabbing torture through the leaves
	If only she would honor me.
She knows his pain but still remains
beyond the shoji door in shame
and in his voiceless plea he wakes;
and before their footsteps breach his pain
a tanto's key hung from his chest
where a heart that long since bled to death
once lay.


Details | Lyric | |

Do Not Delay

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Tattered curtains in the wind
A path you soon rescind
Echoes of silence in the halls
Shadows dance upon the walls
Her door off its frame
Search, call her name
Terror brings you to your knees
Your gut twisting with unease

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Screams burn outside
The attack worldwide
Determined to find her
Afraid of what may occur
Heart breaks at the thought
When nearby a gun is shot
Running wild in the night
Praying it’ll be alright

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Words still engraved
Your soul enslaved
Memories on your mind
Apocalypse of mankind
Her love you dearly miss
The unforgettable last kiss
Feeling her last breath
As she welcomed death

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray
Remember that day 
When she faded away
When you were unable to say
What your heart wish to convey


Details | Chant Royal | |

UNFORTUNATE LOVE

UNFORTUNATE LOVE
Once more it's morning and I greet the dawn,
waking to feelings I've known,
breathing the fragrance that's lingering on
throughout a lifetime alone;

splinters of sunshine are drifting through blinds,
revealing dust I breathe in,
dancing through flashes, and somehow reminds
of things that never have been;

I hear a song and it's what I've dreamed of,
outside my window they mourn,
I'd face the morning, but I need a shove,
for this poor heart badly torn;

unfortunate dove, why is it you sing,
outside my window each day?
It's a reminder of what life won't bring,
mourning dove, don't fly away;

once more it's morning and I hear the dove
all of my life is a sin,
it's just the way of unfortunate love,
but I still dream now and then.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


Details | Free verse | |

You Take From Me

You Take From Me was written for a therapist friend whose father went through the Holocaust.   She is Jewish.  Her parents and siblings were eventually  reunited praise God, but everything beyond family, faith and love was gone.  They felt fortunate. Both her parents  died many years ago.  She recently received a notice for her Dad that the German government was demanding reimbursement funds as they claimed they had given him too much.  She was outraged and reached out.  This was my gift to her: 
	 	
YOU TAKE FROM ME

You take from me
my home
my job
my wife
my kids
This is war you say
But you do not ask of me
You take from me my
freedom
voice
purpose
This is war you say
And never ask of me
You take	
my land
my safety	
dreams
It's just the way it is in war you know
Yet never ask of me
And when Your war is finally through
and now my internal war has start...
This was only war you say
And never ask of me
Out I'm tossed
No need to hold
No need to keep
There's nothing left
no home
no place
no one
not one
a few dollars you toss
Really only war you know
And still... you never ask of me
So many years have come and gone
My second life as well
And yet you say
of what we took
your home
your job
your life
your wife
your kids
freedom
voice
all these things
all this all
we gave too much
so much
so much
those dollars tossed
so many
too many for your loss
You take from me
once more
Seventy years later more
Although I'm not here for you to take
you take once more
and never ask of
 





Details | I do not know? | |

Pessimist

How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Never Said Goodbye

I never said goodbye the day you went away
Goodbye was just a word that my heart couldn’t say
But my world fell apart on that dark, dismal day
For forty years we had been wed, 
We were children when we met
And though you had to go on ahead, 
My heart will not forget
You promised you'd always be with me 
That we would never part
And so I keep you my darling
Nestled deep within my heart

Copyright©2004 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)



Details | Nonet | |

Message in a Bottle-Rite-Cecil

Since you found my words, my seal was tight.
Please read, do not have any fright.
These words, be my last, tonight.
To my wife, heavens lights,
I have taken flight.
No longer fight,
Our twelfth night,
Ignites
Rite 


written for

Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE" 


Details | Quatrain | |

Soul Mate

One of us is already dead,
One of us is still living,
I can't get out of my head,
All the love you keep giving.

For one of us, our blood is cold,
For one of us, our blood is hot,
My life continues to unfold,
While you have begun to rot.

One of our hearts is still beating,
One of our hearts is now silent,
We have to wait, I keep repeating,
But, somehow you remain defiant.

Your soul will continue to roam,
Your soul mate will always be here,
Here, you shall always have a home,
So, please, please, just stay near.

I know that you are my soul mate,
I know that I am yours forever,
I promise we'll meet on a future date,
We are entwined, and that you cannot sever.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mary's Tribulation

Mary’s Tribulation

She wept from the depths of her bowels
For the child she brought into fruition.
Not knowing in her love,
She would witness the greatest of all sacrifices.
Tortured nerves washed with vinegar.
Nails driven through meridians to increase the pain.
PAIN, oh so great, oh so long,
That a Mother would die herself...
Beneath the cross

She wept and her heart broke in angst,
His purpose to teach mankind.
Her witness to His Love.
So great, the task, His life
His walk, so brief on earth.
Yet thousands of years, the story retold
Eternal salvation unfolds.
That a Mother would die herself...
Beneath the cross.



Details | Free verse | |

North Star

Let your fate take root
On hard rock, tangle and bury
Before the coming storm.

and before the coming of the storm
amidst a garden of your crafting
Beliefs and memories planted
and like seeds watered
Take root amidst your cherished greens
Take hand in hand your
memoir 
and brace with rooted tangled feat
-mangled,
The coming storm
Come to wash away
come to whisk away;

This is a magical storm
something fantastical
	like myth was born
from your hands, as you shake them left to right
and wrestle from them
 seeds
trample on your well-trodden soil
and in waves bead your sweaty water
shelter little sprouting
take shelter in his shadow,

Did you nurture your garden?
like I have nurtured mine
	mine, lush with little ideas
lush with my graceful evasion
of duties unwatered
moments hoarded
lush with little trees, that in my shadow
do not grow,
and their little fruits, so sour born
Yours, that garden, a gnarled tree
posies tangled on mangled fields
bounties of fruit, in your mangroves
	children of our labor
all alike stand before the storm,
	
	Dark clouds gather, broil forth like no afterthought
an army summoned to war, the tax collector come for dues
and bubbling forth
Comes lightning and thunder like sickle and torch
Come to reap the song and sun:

and it is in this shadow they finally grow
and gnarled hand takes my own
	-I will not rot away on my own
I stand before my fated choices
and together
our bonds new, old and gnarled
stand firm these moment’s beliefs and
	creations
children and parent, arms locked, heads on shoulders both
eyes cast out and tears exhumed
before the coming storm

Our legs take root in our
garden soil
and we cling to what
we know
we hold to what knows
us
but the storm is just
so grand
and our roots are just
so shallow.




Details | Free verse | |

Into Winterberry Ash

Caught upon an evening Pass the arms on edge Of rocking chair trails reeling Sipping away into fairy tale Wild off, cool life teas Melting ice, and lemon veranda breeze By and by bloomers chase In and out, of innocent days To the last of Indian summer And brittle beneath awakes Crying boards that ever creak As all familiar remembers A voice bone deep, is missed Rattles toward the center And out pass the winds and placid lake September “Oh, dear Evelyn” our dreams Hung under wind chime tingles Trace love amid soft autumns twinkle No longer songbird melodies braid In early morning after children Now shadow, in the splashes of sunning place Timepiece is now the empty grass Once with, now without you As I end a road that leads nearer to your path And sooner wither folds Under snow, bird angels holding hands High into winterberry ash


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
me
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.


Details | Free verse | |

death before dishonor

listen
people silent and children crying
out upon this home front we bravely defend
 our men out there
constantly dieing 
hoping 
for revenge
upon those who smote the stares and stripes
open blaze America spirit
pure and bright
against shallow shores
we must bear
our souls to our enemy

stand!
listen, you all
our country, glory and pride
she needs us now
stand and fight
for it is always
death!
before dishonor

shhhh...listen
hear the drummer boy's call?
quick!
men, gather your women and children
say goodbye
for fight, we must do
straight ahead for the fires of hell
our enemy has shamed us
out of nowhere we will come
bearing down upon them as a force of one

bring pity to the fool 
who has rattled the wrong cage
chase him across the ocean so blue
beat him until he is red
and his world turns white
let them hear out roars of barbaric victory
defeated blood flows through the sea
separate our forces
and fly our flag high
can you see our pride?

don't retreat once we are there
punch forward
make their defenses bare
make them suffer the consequences
and have tattooed across their hide:
death before dishonor
that is the only rule
an undefeated policy
now come
brave men of America
fight
for it has always been: 
death before dishonor


Details | Sonnet | |

Bewitched by a Sailor's Moon

Disperse the sun’s most wicked rays.
Exhale the vapor of the light.
Fill the soft fringe with halo fine.
Dampen the blackness of the night

Stain pink as if the weakest blood
has washed upon cobalt the skies,
cry out in fear for at the dawn
a cresting wave will sailor’s ride.

Belay, belay, the storm’s intent.
The rage incased with morbid fright.
Assuage the rampant fretting sun
“Ah, give me fair soft candle light.”

For in the morn there comes a gale
and pon a widow’s walk I’ll wail.


Details | Free verse | |

Snow White

She smiled at me
With a somewhat semblance of beauty
And with a glare in her eyes
She knows more, she knows my next moves

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison L-let me taste your poison

Bathe in the blood of virgins
I'm calling for you
Name your despair
I'm sure I'll give you worse 

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison
 L-let me taste your poison

Snow white wants you near
Snow white wants your hear
Snow white loves your fears
Snow white comes for you

L-let me taste your poison
 L-let me taste your poison


Details | Etheree | |

Daddy Dearest

dear
daddy
even though
your gone from here
I shall remember
father's day has always
been your favorite time so
today I come and placed a rose
at the foot of your grave- sites bedding
and I even placed one for mama too






In Loving Memory


Daddy 1925-1981
Mama  1934-2005

        {RIP}


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Seek The Registar III

********A Continuation **********

I had blood toxic desease
Which brought me to my knee's
My body temperature was 103 or more
That is why they qarantined me in
And shut the hospital room door
      ------
I had blood parasites
They did what they pleased
They ate threw soft tissue
Like a mouse eat cheese
And produced deadly toxin
And that was a big issue
Toxoplasmosis Disease
It spreaded with great ease
      ------
The Center for Disease Control paid
        Me a visit
But my chances' for recovery
         Were slim
It was too much for them
The room was to be condemed
      -------
The chance for recovery
     Were some-how not expected
It was over for me
       I was so deeply infected
Needless to say
    Their would be no peace
Nothing for a doctor
What I needed was a Priest
       -----
Then I had that infamous Code Blue
I also, had that long, long awaited
           Addison Attack too
Their was nothing else that they
            Could do
Who could live threw all of that
       The die has been cast
My affect was black
      ------
With-out the help of the Lord
Fore the Doctor's were threw
      It was pretty clear
Their was nothing they could do
      ------
So, they called my mother
And I died on the phone
I had an CODE BLUE attack
      I then told Her
That I will have to call
        You back
And this is true
I told her this before
      The conversation was threw
      ------
I did see demon's this time
Their was no God that day
They ask me to be with them
I told them no-way
So step away, I did say
Maybe, not even that way
      ------
I only believed in GOD
I craved to see the Light
I was with him for
The rest of the night
And I recovered for then
Only to die
At another place
Where I was born a new birth
My new life began
Again anew, on this Earth
In the hand's of God
It was a new birth
I dedicated my life to the Lord
      ------
So, I am still here
And this story still have life
To my credit, I sent them away
Yes, I am still here till judgement day
Under the protection of the Lord
And have been to this very day
      ------
The story didn't stop here
But, their is just no way
To explain this all today
Your will just have to wait
And see how this story is played
Fore the Lord has been here
On my mind
All the time
      ------
He carried me to this very day
He restored me to health
Only to die another day
In another place
But, not by myself
      -------
As you will see
That I died twice
Yes, It happen again
Soon, you will know the
Rest of the story
The how and the when

            GF









Details | Couplet | |

Lucky White Star

I miss watching my Luck man run,
Sweat glistening in the morning sun;

The smell of leather in the frigid air,
Tossing his head without a care;

The soft sounds of the stable yard,
The only place I let down my guard;

Telling secrets to my horse,
Just letting nature take it’s course;

The confidence he gave to me,
My Lucky boy, my trusty steed;

He leant me courage I never had,
He was always there, through good or bad;

My shoulder to lean on, by best friend,
He was there for me up to the end.


Details | Rhyme | |

Butterflies

Trickles slowly down her face.
Under that smile mask your fear.  
Drop by drop you feel this disgrace.
Regretting the end be so near.
Nothing deserved or understood so. 
But one thing learned you have no choice but to go.
Pulling you under the bed of disease. 
You eyelids wither close with such ease.
Fingers unclench the sheets of the bed. 
Millions of butterflies fly from your head. 
Peace now been reached up in the sky. 
I sit here and smile a butterfly passes by. 

   
 


Details | Epigram | |

Abstract Be the Closed Minded

Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause
Blind be the dead denying Natures laws


Details | Limerick | |

Sediments of life

Sediments of life experiences may seem precarious
One’s faith and hope that they may be found meritorious
As one lies six feet underground
The hereafter will only be compound
If the Creator’s judgment finds you sinfully nefarious


Details | Rhyme | |

Together Forever

There once was a girl and a guy
their love was more than love.
But their love was soon to part,
in minutes they would be together 
only at heart.

She lies in her bed waiting to die,
as he sits, he thinks in his head,
"I wish I was dead"
"There is nothing more that I would love,
then to go with you into heaven above"
He thinks to himself
"If only there was a way,
a way to keep you in my arms for another day"

He turns to her and says,
" I'll love you forever and when you die,
I can do nothing but cry"
She lifts her head from her dying bed and whispers to him,
"I love you with all of my heart"
She held his hand to say goodbye.
He looked into her eyes and saw her try,
try to hang on to what was already gone.
He held her hand and felt her pulse drop,
but before anyone knew what had happened,
they both were gone.

Together at heart, we will never part.
Forever and ever, we will be together.


Details | Senryu | |

Opportunities There Be

In deeds throughout
Stars are vast
Asking Father time


Details | Ballad | |

My Angel

All my tomorrows will come and go
And pass just like a storm
But all this pain I feel inside my heart 
Still lingers on
I would have loved you always
Held you for a million years
Instead my arms are empty
And my world is full of tears
Since you’ve gone I’m just a shadow
Of someone I used to be
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do in this world
To bring you back to me
Sometimes I wake up crying at night
Sometimes I scream out your name
What right did He have to take you from me
God, why did you take him away
I'm on a road to nowhere
And I just can't find my way
I feel so lost without you
Scared to face each waking day
Nights I lay awake just staring
Through my bloodshot eyes
Surrounded by these walls that tell
The stories of our lives
The sound of your sweet loving voice
The feel of you so close
The love I felt inside your heart
Is what I miss the most
I know someday I'll see you again
At the gates of Heaven above
And there I will find you waiting for me
My Angel, my heart, my love.

By Raina Hutchins


Details | Acrostic | |

BACK TO SCHOOL

They all look happy after school
He suddenly lose all that glow after school
He now sees reality flashing as the school time end
It’s time to back where his roots lays
She is also showing signs of sadness
For her going back is even harder
Far but it’s nothing compare to the pain
The pain of looking after her brother
His eyes tell the story hidden from his cute face
The looks many says he pick from his mother
Their parents have passed after a hard fought sickness
The same sickness that he is living with
Some say their parents were bewitched
But she knows the truth as her brother look upon her
She is ready to do anything for him like lioness fighting furiously
As her mother’s words ring to her ears;
‘Look after your brother’
The days are even longer then months
The months are years to them
Only Sundays are a blessing to them 
Playing is not for them as many fear them
Consumed by fear all they do is read their books
Deprived to associate with other kids
Loneliness crept and engulfs them like a dog in the wilderness 
It’s back to school

School for young brains to be nurtured
But a child so young with an old brain
He too wanted to play and live normally
She too would have enjoyed doing her hair
Living in a free country yet nothing is free for them
Having rights that will not bring food on the table
But her father contradicted this thought
As he said “always see this as an opportunity to success”
Only success can give them the life they envy to live
A life of being happy
A life of being accepted for who you are
Even now they wait and live by the hope
The hope of getting this grant money
Hoping that their granny will get back
Back to their simple and haunting house
The house so controlled by fear and shame
House that gives birth to pouring tears 
This is their house and burden for life
This is the house with no breadwinner
They are the only survivors in this house
They will be the corners of this house.


Details | Elegy | |

No Title to This

Stuck at the bottom 

I'm caving in. 

One thought of you not here 

Puts me in a claustrophobic nightmare. 

I can't wake up. 

I may not see you again. 

Reality isn't different from my sleep. 

I'm still running aimlessly away to nowhere. 

I'm so blinded. 

Every second is hidden that I'm spinning in circles. 

Makes me reckless, violent, purple dead. 

Over and over something's wanting me to say 

I was a creep for treating you that way. 

Can you forgive me? 

I promise I won't make you cry. 

One more chance I'll be a loyal friend. 

Walk to your door. 

I'm closing in. 

Standing on thin ice there's no turning back. 

I'll say it straight out without fumbling. 

For once in my life 

I confess it was a mess. 

Screwed up everything special we had planned. 

But now I'm here alone. 

Hope is my only invisible ally. 

I raise my white flag to the skies. 

Will you operate my wounded heart? 

The stakes are high. 

But I'm willing to continue where we left off 

If you have room in your heart for rent.


Details | Verse | |

Dead Mans Curve

 
The old steam engine chugged trying to reach the top,
Slowly it inched as the pressure valves were about to pop.
Just a few more feet and it would start its journey down,
And it would then be up to the brakeman to keep them from over shooting the town.

Well it made the top and started picking up speed,
And they slowed down the shoveling of the coal, cause there wasn’t much need.
You could hear those brakes a squealing as they tightened the wheel,
They had to get her slowed down fore the next curve or they’d all take a spill.

About that time dead ahead on those tracks,
Another train was a coming, a clickety, clack.
The old engineer was a blowing on his whistle, whoo, whoo, but to no avail,
For twas a runaway train, with an engine from hell.

A hundred thousand tons of steel, slamming together, makes an awful loud noise,
An on that curve took the lives of that crew, all mighty fine boys.
They had no place to jump, so they had to make this final ride,
And as the news gave way their womenfolk cried.


Details | Verse | |

Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS

      YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS              
I'll be the wind that blows your hair
all of your days I will be there
in summer breezes, winter's freeze
I'll be the wind through all your trees.

I'll be the raindrops on your face
each drop that falls a warm embrace
I'll be each sunset there will be
and every star will shine of me.

I'll be your time that comes and goes
your morning toast and cheerios
I'll be in all your candle flames
and I'll be there at football games.

I'll be the wind that blows your hair
both here and there and everywhere
if I must leave to be with you
then leave I must and leave I do.


Details | Free verse | |

Forever Gone

Each time you drift to sleep
Feel my hands stroke your face
My breath upon your neck
Hear me hum our song
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you are in danger
Feel my arms protecting you
My breathing hurried in fear
Hear me scare away the evil
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you cry
Feel my fingers wipe away tears
My breath on your lips in kiss
Hear me whisper our love
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you dream
Feel my being in form
My breath shared with yours 
Hear me and respond
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear

Each time you realize
Feel my empty spot on the bed
My breath no longer breathed
Hear my voice in old messages
Know you are safe
For I am here
Forever my dear


Details | Free verse | |

The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
felicity 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
appear.
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
come?
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
 
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
turn?
 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
twice.
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
strength.
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
slumber. 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 


Details | Rhyme | |

LIFE

Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun


Details | Free verse | |

Return To Dust

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

I'll See your face again
I swear it
No matter how far away they take you from me
Fading, Going Away, Don't be so afraid
Death is a Dream


The Cross Will Be lighter
Whisper the words
so sacred, so somber

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

A Fallen Angel looms over the lifeless stone
What Happened here must be true
I must live this life without you

Breaking the Silence
She began to Weep
The Epitaph ceasing to know 
We all must Return To Dust

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

After the Casket Falls
After your soul is called
After your final breathe is drawn
I'll meet you again

The solitude is euphoric as an illusional clock
Of argentine fears swallow the last soul
Goodnight black rose of eternity
Goodnight dearest gothic phantom
Tonight The Earth consumes me




**Special Thanks To My Writing Partner Cayla Carr**


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. 
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.

Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s 
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!

When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.

Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.


Details | Lyric | |

What If Tomorrow Never Comes

I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.


Details | Free verse | |

Ghost of Adolescence

Uncounted miles trodden since I last breathed your guise
That dulcet voice that tortured me slowly faded from memory
Still it calls to me from distances undiscovered
Pulling me from my sleep drawing me into the void
Filling me with a conceptive warmth too unreal
That face twenty years past fills my closed eyes with its vice
That boy I was is an indistinct shadow now
But his heart remains a whip upon my back still able to sting
Holding the ability to draw that which I’ve bled a host of times
Asking that which has no response
Filling the moments with regret and anguish
Does your memory torture you as you inflict upon me?
Can you hear me imploring you in your sleep?
After all this time and through all these miles
Does a cinder remain in you resonating who I once was?
Do you ever reflect on what we could have become
Have you seen those two blurry phantoms?
Walking as one upon unpaved highways
I’ve both cherished and mourned for you
Holding you captive in the closet of my childhood
You remain a hidden gem that only I marvel 
Without you I am an unfinished puzzle of a man
You eternally survive as that which you were fated 
That rough cut diamond I couldn’t jeweler
My first love…my perfection
My ghost


Details | Ode | |

Goodbye, my love - Part II

And now I look down at her, her serene, angelic face
And the slight smile on her lips that has stayed
I think of how peaceful she looks,
In her death, all of her pain has been taken away

The pain has been passed on to me,
But I accept this suffering in all humility
Knowing she suffered much worse and far more,
Forever her pain is now a grander part of me

Now life's worth just our memories, 
Everyday I relive them, our precious love story 
I see her everyday, in the smiles of our four children,
I look forward to their visits, that's what keeps me going

Once I had thought I wouldn't last long,
Would die the very second she was gone
But I'm stronger now, facing her death and this emptiness in my life,
With the strength and courage to me, she passed on. 

Every night my love, when I go to sleep,
I feel u lying next to me,
And everyday on my morning walks, I feel this tinkling in my palm,
As if u were there, holding my hand,
And then I look down and see...your invisible footprints in the sand. 

I smile a little smile then, I knew u couldn't leave,
After all, you promised me eternity 
And It's your presence in my life, that even after you died, has helped me stay alive
And it's your aura around me, that has helped me survive,
The biggest blow God gave me,
When He took you, 'Sabera'...the love and joy of my life, away from me. 


Details | Narrative | |

''Runaway Wanted''

I see my breathe.
Night has fell upon a frost.
Gods' chill lye now on my shoulders.
Alone yet not.
Silence now before the icey rain.
Surrender as my nervous teeth chatter.
For the warmth of a home is all that is desired.
My empty haven.
But,I am filled with a heart that is full.
Want nor wait.
Arms now cover me like a blanket.
Gust of wind has carried your unwaivered heart.
Candles lit a way to find what is left.
Merely an image of what once was.
Break down into a sob.
Remains frozen solid as climate has taken its' vengence.
I suffer no more,weak body.
Now only in spirit.
Shall I rest.


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


Details | Cowboy | |

WHEN THE DOGWOOD IS IN BLOOM

WHEN THE DOGWOOD IS IN BLOOM AND THE RANGE HAS TURNED TO GREEN
I WILL RIDE YOUR WAY AGAIN LIKE THE HAPPY VISION IN YOUR DREAM.
WITH THE SUN SHINING ON MY BACK ON THE TRAIL LEADING TO YOUR DOOR
I WILL COME BACK TO YOU ALWAYS IN YOUR HAPPY MEMORIES AS BEFORE.

YOU REMEMBER HOW I WORE MY HAT? SLIGHTLY TILTED TO THE SIDE?
AND HOW I ALWAYS SAT TALL IN THE SADDLE WHENEVER I WOULD RIDE?
I COULD SEE YOU WAITING THERE AND I WOULD SIT TALLER THAN A KING
MY PRIDE WOULD SWELL AND I HAD TO SMILE KNOWING YOU WORE MY RING.

WE SWAM IN THAT LITTLE BLUE HOLE BENEATH THE COTTONWOOD TREES
THEN LAY ON A BLANKET STARING AT THE STARS IN LOVE YOU AND ME.
THE HOURS WOULD PASS LIKE MINUTES AS YOU LAY THERE IN MY ARMS
I THANK GOD EACH AND EVERY DAY YOU GRACED ME WITH YOUR CHARMS.

WE TOOK LONG WALKS HAND IN HAND THROUGH THE FIELDS OF WILD FLOWERS
CHASING COTTONTAIL RABBITS AND RED SQUIRRELS TO THEIR HIGH TOWERS.
WE PUT UP THE CORN IN THE SUMMER AND GATHERED PECANS IN THE FALL
LIFE WITH YOU MY DARLING WAS WONDERFUL AS I ALWAYS WILL RECALL

DON’T WEEP FOR ME BUT REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES THAT WE HAD TOGETHER
AND RECALL WHEN WE WALKED HAND IN HAND IT WAS ALWAYS FINE WEATHER
SO PUT ON MY COAT AND SIT ON THE PORCH AND CLOSE YOUR PRETTY EYES
I’LL COME RIDING TO YOU WHENEVER YOU WISH JUST WATCH OVER THE RISE.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


Details | Free verse | |

The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert



Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Love You

The memories, they do nothing less than kill me now,
every one comes bearing arms and how they shoot!
Never missing and always aimed, right at my heart.
I am forever throwing myself before the firing squad.
Oh, how I can barely believe I ever held you, you of all the stars!
Those nights feel less and less real as the days goes on without you.
No amount of lifetimes however, can erase the fingerprints you left behind.
The way you sang to me, the songs you wrote, that guitar.
I was convinced my heart was growing wings, ready to fly out of my chest!
The time when you kissed my scars, every one, you kissed them all.
Named me your patchwork perfection, and I rested easy in my skin,
for the first time, in all my decades of existence.
I close my eyes to see that cherub face, it smiles at me still.
The same smile I fell into deeply, head over heel,
the first night we met amidst the first lights of twilight.
My god, how he crafted you with all the love in the world.
You radiated of it!
Still my skin glows, with the colours of your soul, eternal.
They may have taken your body away from me, but your heart,
our hearts...I still feel you inside mine. Tightly entwined.
I often wonder if I will ever be able to love another,
it's been years and the tears still stain my face with longing of you.
If only I could give up everything, all of it means nothing in comparison.
Reality tells me there are no deals I can make, no offer that won't be refused.
Well, these murderous memories, I will hold on to them for eternity
since they are all I have left.
Thankfully, I have learned to love the pain.
The exquisite pain that was born of losing you,
and now takes the form of my bullet riddled heart.

I love you.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Twilight's Decent

In twilight's decent to madness the shadow of death dwells after the clock rings out the last chime of twelve destiny has taken everything quite well no more sounds will be heard from small beds fate has cast it's shadow upon the last one's head the silence is loud enough to make one deaf but it is the last one left standing who longs for death


Details | Rhyme | |

Lydia's DaddY

...eyes puffy                       
      caked up with cry

Daddy ain't comin' home
       but 
         she don't know why...
 
grown folk sadness
         ripping inside her

       All she's known about lovin's 
               in the coffin beside her


Details | Free verse | |

His Elizabeth

he rolde silently for miles
the trees around him whispered secrets of the land
and he simply listened with the quietist of breaths
the horse's hooves' stomps sounded as the pistols claimed death
Screams of agony surrounded him, yet the only thing he heard was the secrets of the land
spoken by the wisest of the trees
Within an instant, fiery red engulfed his sight
and everything became painfully real again
-startled, the horse underneath him bucked violently
until he threw the man to the dirt path
suddenly alone, the gasping breaths of his former village overwhelmed him
another explosion, more distant this time
he could smell the burning bodies of his loved ones
as bile rose up in his charred throat
and he stumbled around like a drunk, searching for his Elizabeth

She was nowhere to be found


Details | Rhyme | |

Hopeless Crusade

A summoning I’m trying to forget.                                                                                     There’s too much left between the ashes                     
Life lingers far except with me                    	                         
My screams don’t seem to reach you                       

The warmth it surged right through my essence              
Mine is not the same as yours                               
I want to feel me, can’t you see me?                           
It’s never like it was before.                           

Your voice echoes through me                              
As I go through life this way                                  
I hope you’re not watching me                                                               
Fight this hopeless crusade.                                    

Smoke is drifting				                                                                                       It reminds me of the fog			        
Debris is lifting				        
It reminds me that you’re gone.		        

I remember the infirmary 			        
Giving their apologies			        
I’m crying from the outside			        
I’m locked in from the inside			        
I can’t break free			                                                                                           You’re not coming back to me		        

Your life is missing			        
And now I’m alone			        
I’m reminiscing 			        
My heart beats like a stone.		        

These clouds just never seem to part		        
There’s not enough time to shield my soul	        
It hurts just knowing your touch is gone	        
Why can’t it be just like before?


Details | Ballad | |

Ballad of Alexandria the Female Knight

Alexandria was a gallant knight,
She used to sit at Arthur’s Round Table.
Dressed as a boy, she helped knights fight evil
As the Blue eyed hero of this fable.

The young lady fell in love with Arthur,
But unknowing, he married Guinevere.
Alex’s heart was hurt, but she stayed true,
She battled alongside him without fear.

Sparring with Lancelot, she learned to fight,
Alex earned respect from her belov’d king,
He never knew she was an armored girl.
He only saw her long weapons in swing.

On a dark and stormy night they set off,
The knights of Camelot looked for The Grail;
Alex as custom rode by Arthur’s side.
They searched through forest glades without avail.

Finally they came across a large cave,
Its dark and dank depths were filled with despair.
Alex entered in front of the brigade,
Arthur gave her braveness no thought or care.

Down in the black unfathomable cave,
At the farthest reaches a light appeared.
Guided by instincts, they knew this was it,
The home of the Holy Grail they revered.

The room guarding The Grail sparkled with gold,
Hundreds of cups lined the intricate walls.
Together the comrades stood and puzzled.
Which of these cups would bring about their falls?

Would it be a goblet, made out of glass?
Could something like The Cup be plainly wood?
Arthur studied the many chalices.
He thought he’d found it, no one understood.

On a pillar was a gold glass, shining.
Its pleasant brightness filled up the whole room.
Arthur was about to drink its liquid
When Alex interfered and met her doom.

Arthur’s brave knight wanted to try it first,
She knew the wrong choice would bring instant death;
So she begged Arthur to let her test first,
After drinking, she soon ran out of breath.

Alex knew that Christ was a carpenter,
She wasn’t surprised that he’d chosen wrong.
Alex knew that her love would bring her fall,
So our hero bade a silent so long.


Details | Free verse | |

Our Father's

White cloaked among the shine of brass and glass, Father waits,
cries of past and present mingle, among the cairns of dead.
He paces penitently within the maze 
of the stucco glazed cemetery.

"Shall I pray for your dead? He seems to say.. 
Have you paid the fee?"
The dead rule here and he is their voice.
“How many Our Father’s shall I say?”
Money, as always the key….

“My child why do you cry?”
Father inquires with Priestly aplomb.
“Only God now knows where your mother has gone.”
Half dead flowers fall from the child’s hand.



Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | Pantoum | |

THE UNHOLY DEAD

   THE UNHOLY DEAD
He would take her to heaven if she chose to go
but her world's just a place for the dead,
if she had a solution he wanted to know,
in a while it would be in his head.

All her world is a place for the unholy dead
she might answer his question two times,
in a while he might see, but will lose it instead
holding out for an answer that rhymes.

she might answer his question, and answer it twice,
"yes I love you but don't want to go,"
so he holds out much longer because of the price
of the things that he never should know.

"Yes I love you but it's not time for me to leave,"
she has told him, but didn't explain,
"Love is something you never should know nor believe,
unless you are a sweet summer rain."

Yes she told him, but didn't tell all that she knows,
he can't see how she loves him so much,
like a sweet summer rain she appears and then goes
to the heaven he wants her to touch.

He can't see how she loves him, his heart is so blind,
nor that they are in heaven--but how?
And he wants so to touch her, and then he will find
they're together in heaven right now.

How they got to heaven, she said time and again,
"I have loved you much longer than me,"
and together in heaven, they see how love's been
for as long as a true love can be.

She has loved him much longer than sweet summer rain
and before she was ever a child,
for as long as a true love that's hard to explain,
from where-ever a true love is filed.

And before she was young, in her place of the dead,
they were younger than love ever knows,
and where-ever love is, in the heart or the head,
they've gone into where-ever love goes.
© ron wilson


Details | Free verse | |

The Patient in Room 407

She was just an old lady-
Brave and sweet and sad,
She was smart and she was quick
With eyes that didn't miss a lick.

She was my patient and my elder,
And she knew that this was it--
The end of a life well lived-
Six children raised and loved and fit.

Twelve grandchildren by her bedside
With tears of love and sorrow,
"If only we could borrow
A little more time" they cried.

She touched the hands that were extended,
Looked with pride and breathed a sigh,
"I'll always be near you because I love you"
She smiled and then she died.

The end of a life well lived
Six children raised and loved and fit.


Details | Rengay | |

Les Emotions - Monsieur L'Vampyre

 MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE les émotions
My time flows like the Seine down to the sea
except there is no ocean ending me
and like a river I must keep
emotions running ever deep,
as I go on through my eternity.

How long's omega into where I go?
Much longer than the Seine will ever flow,
and through the visions failing death
that ends all things, in just a breath,
and through the end of everything we know.

I must not let my mind to come unfit,
by dwelling on these things--not for a bit;
no matter how bad things may seem
to think on them, I'd have to scream
not knowing how I'd come to live with it.

And so I must forget where I have been,
whom I have loved, and faces I have seen,
and lay all friends to yesterday,
for love of them would make my way
more difficult, than if I wiped it clean.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa


Details | Lyric | |

Litany of Decay

This is for Litany of Decay

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

All hope tonight is just a void
Th cure was lost so long ago
But I still dream you will lie  next to me
Though you gave up on me so long ago

I miss the way the pain made me forget
I miss the way the pain made me Lose all misery

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade

Dance with me under the light of the moon
And sing to about my doom
Serenade me with an epitaph 
So I might feel what it's like to truly die

I see your face, it takes all the pain away
But you suddenly fade into the darkest of shade

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade

Living is suffering
Homicidal with you
Suicidal without you
I understand if you give up on me

The burden will fall
Today I might, today I may
Set you free, from me 

Your love was never meant for me
Nothing I was when you met me
Nothing I was when you left me
Nothing I am as I destroy myself

I must Live to face another day
To sing this damned litany of decay
My heart beckons for the grave
But there is no escape
So I sing this litany of decay
Don't mind me as I fade


Details | Tetractys | |

Sounds in the Night

Ghost
whispers
softly through
forgotten halls
what memories may you welcome tonight?

Would that I could know your centuries past
beloved friend
I hear your
whispers
ghost.


Details | Rhyme | |

When I Die

Don't weep for the loss
I've merely swept across
Know that I am here
Always will I be near
In the way you walk
And the way you talk
Thru your words of strife
To guide you thru this life
In your beautiful stare
All the elements in the air
Running thru your veins
And whatever shall remain
Presenting thru your smile
And every lonesome mile
With every beat of your heart
You'll feel we're not apart
With every warming breeze
And the swaying of the trees
Thru your precious laughter
And every moment thereafter
In those mesmerizing eyes
Your mother is still alive
In each and every thought
Enacting what I've taught
Thru the precious moments
And every single torment
Thru every scent you intake
And each and every mistake
Your mother has not died
In your hearts where I reside


Details | Couplet | |

Adam's Raven

As I stood at Adam’s burial today,
I was searching for comforting words to say;

I felt his presence and looked to the sky,
And overhead a mighty raven did fly;

And atop his wings I am sure,
The spirit of Adam’s soul did stir;

They leant me the courage to speak and be heard,
To give his family an encouraging word;

And I watched the raven and tried not to cry,
As he took Adam’s soul to God in the Sky.



(In my culture Ravens are the vessel's that take your soul to the next world)


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

In the eye of the beholder

Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder ''

 

The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old

Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold

 

Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before

Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core

 

Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought

Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought

 

I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure

My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure.

 

I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes.

As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights

 

Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid.

Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight

 

I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention

I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention.

 

Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day

I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way.

 

I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make.

Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake.

 

Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground

One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound

 

I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free

Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree

 

Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret

I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect.

 

Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment

My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. 

 

Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA 

Date: 26-10-11


Details | I do not know? | |

Helpless Hate

Her pain provokes an anger deep 
from within.. 
A hatred so ugly even the devil 
himself looks in disgust as he shakes 
an icy chill from his thorny spine.

Her struggle pains me..
A deep, searing pain in my chest; I 
close my eyes and picture cold steel 
hands ripping open my chest cavity 
and tattooing words of hate and sin 
on my heart itself. An excruciating 
burn that ignites my insides like 
Satan setting fire to a fresh 
delivered batch of tormented souls..

I hate her pain. I hate her struggle. 
Nay, I loathe them to my core, to 
the pit of my guts, to the last drop 
of blue blood from my fresh 
squeezed body.

How can I help? 
what can I do? 

Besides sit idle and watch the love 
of my life, the woman that gives me 
motivation to jump to the stars and 
reach my dreams, gives me the very 
air I breathe in my lungs; struggle in 
pain. 
The look on her face as these two 
things I hate torment my angel, rips 
my soul right out of my body and 
dangles it in front of me laughing, 
mocking me as it smashes it to the 
ground and stomps all over it..

"not any longer," I say to myself tugging impatiently at the pink wristband on my arm.
"I will not give up this fight."


Details | Free verse | |

More

Burns Stuck in the throat Choking burns Searing from the inside out Always returning Always churning Swallowing fire Swords with no edge Licking with damage Blackening from the inside A cancerous trap Always made alive Built to take away the pain The flame of fame Burns Something caused this fiery reign A handsome, showy shield With no protection Just an empty mask reflection Leading to the grave Croaking like a frog Hurled in the midst of a sweltering bog Caught in a gulp Inhalation is a war— A war for more! Breathe out Keep swallowing Panic There shines the manic In all its glory Watch as it slowly Burns Words do nothing but feed the fire The fame grows evermore Opinions cry and never tire Gesturing for more Festering for more Burning for more Dying for more


Details | Acrostic | |

Dearest Grandpa

Drops of rain, splash at my feet
Every time I see them I'm reminded of you
Always working so hard and true
Realizing that I held your heartbeat
Every now and then your smile would creep
Showing me the love that I knew
Truest form of compassion as I cooed
 
Growing up through the years
Rain would suddenly give me a fright
And this saddened me for many a day and night
Never had I experienced these type of fears
Don't you remember holding me and loving away my tears
Paw Paw I miss you so much now; you making those delicious hash brown bites
And although you're gone, I'll see you soon in Heavenly Sunlight


For the "Sonnet Man's Acrostic Challenge" 
Written By R.M. Hunt
a.k.a Robert Matthew Hunt

Also I dedicate this poem to both my Grandparents
A.W. Hunt-"Buddy"
Howard Davis


Details | ABC | |

For Animal Lovers

Ailing baby cats die exacting fear grief having inevitably just killed loving mothers not
only plainly questioning reasons some things understanding vile wrong-doing xanax yields
zealousness.


Details | Lanterne | |

Outside This Reality

              One
         Must choose
     Where they want
         To or not to
              Exist


Details | Pastoral | |

Un Be Friended By The Enemy




*************************

Some-time's We live our life
We strive to proceed
Within-in the Body of Christ
But, When it's time to
Say our AMEN
      ------
Here come's the Devil
He pretends to be your friend
Now, He may be a brother
A sister or what have you
Just the same He is there
To comfort you,
      -------
But, the first time that
You turn your back,
Here He is,
With the sneak attack....
The pleasure is all His
      -------
Shall, I spend all my time
Suspended in Prayer
With the Devil,
Awaiting me at His layer 
             Fore,
 He can never go there
Fore truth is in Prayer
        -------
Oh', Shall I spend my time
Fighting the Devil,
He can reel you in,
And that next time We
See you, it would be at
The End of a shovel...
With dirt in your face
With the ground soon
To be leveled.... 
Eternity erased...
      ------
In less than an hour
Their will be may-be
A rain shower...
Or People with flower's
Fore this is the Devil's 
Finest Hour...
        -------
Six Feet Under

       ------
So, Yes, I rebuke Him
Any-time that He comes'
Near the Light.....
For the Lord to intercede 
And kiss the Devil good night
      --------
So, when the Devil come's
Dressed as a friend....
He trend's to deceive You
And act like a friend
But, don't let Him in
Fore He is just pretend
      -------
He has been Deviling for years'
Invoked all kind of fear's
But, left to the imaginations'
He is just a cheap thrill
      ------
One fraught with tears'
               And Fears

Of the promise's that were
Bestowed upon Thee,
The truth that was Yours'
Meant to last for the all of
Eternity.... 
       -------
Those thing's bestowed by God
In the bid to set us Free
That was Our inherit Nance
At no cost to you and me
      ------
            By God, Him-self....
      -------
At the inception of creation
By the bind's of Eternity....  


                  GF



**********Notes*********

When walking in the ways' of Christ, people will come into your life.
Some-times' they are long trusted friends. But, If they do things'
that are not on the level....Chances' are that they are doing the
work of the Devil....Take them to Heart, intercede them to the Light
When all is done...Thus, goes' the fight. Fore Jesus Christ, with all
His might....has again assured Us that He is the Light!  GF


Details | Free verse | |

Last Thoughts on Bob Dylan

When your engines burning and you call it quits
Say goodbye to the devil and all of his wit
When the breeze has you backwards holding your soul
And the December snow makes you leave your last goal
When the brisk air freezes your knees
And the door won’t open because you can’t find the keys
When your family grows numb under all the commotion 
And your head keeps spinning from too much emotion
When your sipping on gin and juice clutching the last bone bruise
And you’re under the tree searching for a noose
Hold the rope in your left hand
And break it with your teeth
Gnaw down on the sunset
While you’re looking for the sunrise
Lift up your head to the moon
And pray with closed eyes
Go on walking the road isn’t too long
Keep steady for you are not too far gone
When your nail polish chips
And the birds aren’t chirping
When your coffee is cold
But your ears are burning
When you can’t fall asleep and it’s two in the morning
Keep on dreaming
Even though you aren’t sleeping
Your mind is moving
And your hands are shaking
Your voice is quaking
And your toes are tapping
Keep your lips smacking
And your lungs inhaling
When you exhale words that aren’t meant to be heard
And your talk is wrongly taken
When you pull out the cake and it’s all undercooked
And you think to yourself what should I be making?
What should I be hearing?
What should I be seeing?
What should I be loving?
What should I be doing?
In this life I am living
And you say to them come keep me clean
Keep me focused
And keep me mean
Under all the dirt and grime
The stories under your fingernails
With the mountains you’ve climbed 
And the garden you grew
And the ocean you swam
And all the things that you knew
About fishing boats
Crossing moats
Turning rock into gold
And sinking until you float
Like George Harrison you said
Making it on his own
Living until your full grown
Never accepting or taking a loan
Because you can do this 
You said you’ll do this on your own
And there’s a ship sinking somewhere
You’re grabbing some drift wood
Staying afloat
Just because you know you should
You can take it two ways
Above or below
You can grab the door know
Or jump out the window
And you’ll see yourself in the door frame of a house
And he’ll be waiting in the kitchen
For your welcoming smile
Because this is your place
So pick up the pace and don’t lose face
They might see you with the utmost disgrace
So walk in slowly
One foot at a time
See the hallways as a maze
And find yourself in your own home
Grabbing your own keys
Dusting off your own knees
Holding onto your soul
Even in the cold breeze
You may be shaken
Or rattled
Or turned upside down
But you know that
You’ve got one foot in the door
Standing on solid ground. 


Details | Free verse | |

The Spark

It was overwhelming, it was lovely
It was my definition of forever, it was empowering
I spread it into the sea
Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond
I spread it into their souls
I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions

Betrayal, a curve ball
Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe
I floated, away from everything i had seen
I was spread, beyond the city
I was spread, further from the seas

Closer to the bottom
The light became dim
The light became an illusion
The truth had been unfolded beneath
Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty
For I had traveled so far...

The spark, what is now a burden
What now burns
For once, it lit the way
It guided the way that the mind created
The illusion we were eager to find

Now all that is left
And of course,
Only the foolish search for the spark


Details | Narrative | |

compassionate

They came in at the appointed hour 
to attend and witness and grieve, 
the friends and practitioners 
with the laying on of hands 
and the murmuring of soft voices 

Leg muscles quiver at the shot,
soft whimpers and welling eyes 
as willing grief drips from her nose 
quietly onto the shiny black coat 

Hands stroke the shallow breathing chest 
to feel and take a part of the parting
until stethoscope silence is certainty 
- the long minute of the long release

Hearts never harden to those loved 
the circle feels vast in the moment 
as final goodbyes are wept 
and "I love you" is whispered 

© Goode Guy 2012-12-09


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


Details | Blank verse | |

The loss of you

What am I feeling today?

I feel like a cracked vessel

Leaking out all my sorrow

I so miss you my love


I ponder on the days you were near

Even in the next room

Just knowing your closeness

Held my world together


Even though

Often you just lay there sleeping

Wasting away

My heart rested in the knowledge

I could touch you

Care for you

Have you need me


I knew also

deep deep down

Hidden from view

That maybe

I would soon lose you


But it was a far away dark hill

That I chose not to see

I chose only to see the sunny days

And not the sorrows of

Lonely nights and gray days

Because our love was immortal


Yes your love lives on in me

But how hard it is

Not to be able to reach out

To clasp your strong hands

To wrap my fingers in yours

To entwine myself like a vine

Around your tender heart


To share our words

To receive the look

That flowed with love from your eyes

For me

I was filled like a cup that overflows


I cherish these memories

We shared so much

In all our years together

Raising families

Through the joys and pains

We often shared

In our growing together
But what love it forged in us To endure- to overcome To face the challenges as one We were steadfast But now like a tree turns Into a fence post A plank into a house Or ultimately Into a cross I come now and lay my burdens down At the cross- ever so grateful Because you shall rise in newness of life In the twinkling of an eye We, together, will rise Mortality Will be caught up into Immortality Because of Love- Such a great Love- Love that overcame death for you and I Copyright- Brenda V Northeast 29th March 2011


Details | Pastoral | |

Come One




            ------

On the Eve of Destruction
  Their was a disruption
            Fore
The Christ had came
     A vestige to this name
      ------
They were carried
      By Horses'
To intercede at the behest
            Of God
They carried the Message
        Said to stay still
     Be still Thy Heart
      ------
       Be still My People
Fore You are at the hands'
              Of the Lord
        By and large....
     ------
No need to worry
Jesus Christ is in Charge
      Fear no Evil
Give back to the Night
     Turn from Sin
Turn from Wrong to Right
Intercede with the Light
      ------
Let Thy Lord Jesus'
Show Ye' the New Way
Fore He is so Blessed'
This is a New Day

                   GF





******NOTE:******

We do take stragglers'/we do take strays'....


Details | Ballad | |

Queen of The Vultures

One step into her aflamed path
With even an intention so good
Anyone could, yet none should
She knits your lips with her name
So you won't remember 
the one who's heart you hold
Your lovers' bane

Her Eden's Revenge is all she contains
The destruction of your soul is all that remains
The Queen of Vultures and Wargs
She serves Asmodeus and nothingmore
Sitra Achra you will surely find
Misstress of Mayhem
The lights grow dim 
You've found the blood of your love

"Just dream if it was only you and me
Far into the left side far from The Hand of God
Run with me into the deeps of Sitra Achra"


Details | Sonnet | |

Mending A Broken Heart

Nothing as cold as a winter of black.
the world still moves, as if nothing has changed.
"a snow angel" i thought as she fell back.
she looked to the stars "they all seem arranged".
her eyes a sunrise on the Coral Sea.
Years pass people, continue in rejoice.
my despair endless, as challenger deep.
i long for her warmth, and ache for her voice.
her love for me eternally in stone.
love crashing down in a thunderous wave.
stars came and went but i stood there alone.
waiting for deaths sweet grip, by true loves grave.
when joy comes with curved blade and dark cloak.
time will mend the heart, it long ago broke.


Details | Ottava rima | |

We Are The One

As we gather, the sun heats sweet beats
Blazing lands ye spread far west test rest
These winds that blow changes though, will steel
The cry of banshee, they dare rust trust
They not see the light of day hither wither
Signs knew not, manifest He speak seek
Plainly in view will be done son Sun
To be undone this cloaked veil, gowns crowns


Details | I do not know? | |

ONLY ME

THE PAIN, THE CRIES, THE TRUTH,
THE LIES, PERPETUAL BLIS GONE AMISS:
HOPE LOST THEN RECOVERED.
SMALL DREAMS; NOW SMOTHERED, MEANING-
LESS FAITH BECOMES WRECKLESS HATE.
PAID FOR SINS NOT MY OWN, 
DEBT GROWS DEEPER THAN THE UNKNOWN.
SEAS OF EUPHORIC VISIONS FLASH
BEFORE MY EYES.
THE JURY'S VERDICT CAME WITHOUT DELIBERATION;
NO TRIAL.
"GUILTY", UNANAMOUS DECISION.
DOWNWARD SPIRAL BEGINS AGAIN, REACHING 
FOR THE PRESCRIBED STRENGTH; JUST TO MAKE
IT ONE MORE DAY.
RUSHED INTO REALITY, MY SPIRIT SOARS 
WITH DUALITY.
ONE SIDE GOOD, CLEAN, WHOLESOME FUN.
ANOTHER SIDE CONSUMED BBY THE HATRED  
CAUSED AND DONE.
WHICH SIDE SHALL IT BE, WHAT
SHALL I SEE, WHERE WILL I HIDE, WHO 
CAN SEE PAST THE LIES, WHEN CAN I BREATHE.
HOW WILL I RECOVER, WHO WILL
CATCH ME WHEN I FALL OFF THIS
ROLLERCOASTER.
ALL THE TIME, NEVER NEW; SAME-OLD, SAME-OLD, HIDDEN IN TRUTHS.
BELIEVE IN NOTHING, HOPE FOR EVERYTHING,
TRUST TO BE FREE, WISH THERE WAS
SOMEONE WHO COULD SAVE ME...FROM ME.
TO LOVE ONLY ME, TO HOLD ONLY ME.
TO SEE MY FAMILY AND SEE ONLY ME.
SELFISHNESS HAS BECOME MY ANONYMITY.
SO FOR NOW I'LL HOLD DEAR,
WHAT ONCE WAS SO CLEAR.
MY FUNERAL SONG IS NOW BECOME MY
LIFE'S MISSION...TO FREE THIS PAIN...I
HOLD SO DEEP INSIDE...ME...GOODBYE


Details | Free verse | |

My Mask

It hurts all the time
This pain in me never stops
I want to cry for you
I want to scream for you
I want to beg for you
I want you to be here
This cant be fair
This cant be real

But I smile and I laugh
I get up every morning to go to work
Throw on a happy face and make some jokes
I come home and enjoy my day
I have fun
And I continue on
But I’m so hurt
I’m so lost

Seeing you in there killed me
I could never get the phone call out my head
The screams from my mom
The walk up there to see if it was true
But most of all I wont forget you
In the casket
Touching your hand
You were so cold
You didn’t belong there
Seeing you go into the ground
Seeing them fall apart
Feeling my heart break into pieces
When all I could do is scream
I will never forget that day

And every time I smile I want to cry
Every time I laugh I want to cry
Every time I think I want to cry
Every breath I take takes a little bit out of me
Because I want to cry

I want this to not be real
I want to had spend more time with you
I want to hug you
Laugh with you 
Tell you I love you
That I was always there
That I am still always here

I am so broken
But I continue on with life

Because God took you and not me
He wanted me here for a reason
So ill continue on for
You
I will laugh
And smile
And pretend
Anything to make it to the end
To see you

I miss you just isn’t enough
It doesn’t mean enough


What heals a broken heart?
Time they say

But time wont bring you back
So my heart stays broken
As I pretend to smile

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you


As I’m falling apart

My mask then goes on



RIP Bebo... 17 was to young


Details | Sonnet | |

Life, A Vanishing Mist

Life, A Vanishing Mist


It is so very late in my life
 a future pain awaiting my wife
A tragedy for my very young son
 years are short, life as yet so undone

Memories are signs that say very soon
 well past a shining three quarters moon
Pondering my demise and its effect
 hoping no duties do I ever neglect

What is a decade when it flies by
 or fears of no more future skies
A man can only pray to do his best
 ask God in Heaven to do the rest

Twilight now awaits its next hardened stone
 mortal man , sacrifice of flesh and bone!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-16-2014

note:  Pondering the future for my family when
 I am no more. I write my thoughts, glimpse my fear
and draw my sword in anticipation for a great battle.
A day, a month , a decade..? 
Ten years or so , to a soul desiring another 60 is a
bitter pill. Yet swallow I must...
 Not abitchin' at all, just a ponderin'.. lol


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bridged Breach

A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus.
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.                 
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces 
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Manifested.
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
Bridge-
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!


Details | Free verse | |

The Imperfections of Humanity

We are not aware of what we are capable of
nor whether if it's wrong or right.
We sometimes have the will and might
and many of us will stand up and fight.

To show courage and strength
takes determination and motivation.
Wait.....
What am I talking about?

We cheat, we lie, and make mistakes.
We're not perfect in any way.

We weren't made to live forever
but made to live and wilt away.
We suffer through pain and it's hardships
And even sometimes experience love.

Yes, I've had thoughts of suicide
so I can fade away.
Realizing I had issues...
I didn't care.

I've always known who I was inside
and never gave up. 
I'm no philosopher like Socrates
nor do I have a college degree.
But I was raised to be somebody in this world
even if I'm going to fail countless times.

Enough about me.
Lets talk about the human race.

We will get up when knocked down.
We will fight for people we love.
We will live life like it's our last.
We will love ourselves for who we are.

We are only human.
Our imperfections is what makes us perfect.
Therefore, we are perfect in our own little way.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Clock Strikes

A old man rocks on his chair.
He keeps looking at his clock.
It is like the clock has stopped.
Time is not moving he say’s.
Then suddenly the time starts to move.
A voice is heard.
Wings then fly through the sky.
The old man sings in joy.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Gator Bait Series 1st Cold Snapped

The wind was blowing when she left the city...

I believe it was twenty below...

Where she was going she already knew...

But... first she had things she had to do...

Get rid of the body that was clear....

There were no options, it had to disappear....

The heater was broken and blowing cold air...

She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..

She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...

As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...

All she had asked him, was to light a fire...

To take off the chill in the house....

Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped

And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..




It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..

This was his favourite fishing spot...

She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..

And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....

Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..

When I get to the Florida Keys..


PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "










Details | Rhyme | |

Time's Flight

I am lost in a weakness, expressed in helplessness, watching on
I can do nothing to stop times’ flight, when soon you will be gone
I see you suffer, get weaker each day, yet our love is ever stronger
Devotion to you does not diminish, as your frail frame grows weaker
It opens a gaping wound within me, I know there is nothing I can do
A lifetime poured out, each for the other, now eternity awaits you
Shallow you breathe, pain in each gasp you make, I soothe your brow
I tell you time and again how much I love you, a thousand times how
You hear my words, though silent you remain, a burden nearly past
I hold onto your hand whispering my prayers, your life is fading fast
Soon you will breathe no more, my wild tears on your pillow will fall
In gentle breezes, in future days, I will your sweet, soft voice recall
So many years spent together, many memories shared will never die
As you leave me my love, forgive my frailty, while I sit here and cry

Patrick Brennan © 


Details | Free verse | |

Straight From The Heart

That burning passion within
The unexplainable feelings you sense when they walk towards you
The loss of breath and the strangulation you feel gripping around your throat
Choking off every last bit of air you have left to your name
You feel like collapsing to your knees and crying
Wishing you had them back in your arms and running your fingures through their soft hair
You wish you could go back in time to re-live those treasuring moments of bitter sweetness
You can hear their voice echoing inside your head at night when your trying to relax
Your dreamless nights filled with tears and pain
You outstretch your hand beckoning, begging for them to come back
Memories sharp as daggers, peircing your flesh
As they look away from you eachtime
The warmth they gave you before is now gone
You feel like your body has become a corpse to rot forever
When you see then with another
You feel so betrayed and furious
Wanting them back more then anything
You would give up everything you had left just to let them know you cared and still hurt
You want so badly for them to just take the loneliness away
Nothing else can be done
Nothing else will work
Your lost
Your alone
Your scared
You cry for help but no one listens
You feel like dying
Even though they know that deep in your heart they still have that special mark
But they'll never know what they meant to you so you write these words Straight from the 
Heart.


Details | Personification | |

In The Faith






      ------

Proclivity takes'
    Time to 
Catch up!
    ------

    And yes',
      ------
Have faith in the
        Lord...
When the Time come's
When thing's get rough
      And He will..
    Deliver you up...
      ------
Fore in His House
Their is His Mansions' 
With plenty room for
Expansion.....
      -----
And with the new coming
Of each and new Soul
Their is a shift in the very Soul's
For every-one knows' 
The song of restoration...
Fore Revalations' is only
A hand shake away....
      ------
And it is to He that we must pray....

                      GF


Details | Monorhyme | |

Undated

Aggravation waited.
Health always debated.
Material things created.
Mental capacity unstated.
History always elated.
Final breath is fated.
Future is overrated.
Partners never sated.
Love cannot be slated.
Compassion will be desecrated.
Desire falsely translated.
Life is overly stated.
From the day we are created.
While we are all interrelated,
We continually face each other abated
Awaiting our dignity to be dictated,
We fail each other blindly sedated.
If we are lucky we go through life conjugated.


Details | Haiku | |

Sylvia

She knew how to write
felt every change in the wind
died on the sabbath


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Shush

World keeps to turn on,
we are born and die,
dawn comes as night ends.
death reigns in all spots
of this poor, old land.


Time takes big paces,
we don't learn parts,
in things that change
the world and life


My minds stuck,
hands are tied,
they are quiet


Tell me
what's right

Shush!


Details | Rhyme | |

I May Not Be Here Tomorrow

I May Not Be Here Tomorrow!

When tomorrow comes, I may not be here!
This life I have…  Could just disappear!

I may think of this world as my “sanctuary.”
But my life down here, is just temporary!

Life just passes me by, and goes by fast!
I can think of many things done in the past!

But the past is gone by…
  Tomorrow’s another day!
What am I going to do?  
What am I going to say?

I don’t know about the future,
 or what it may bring.
Life has it’s way of bringing 
good and bad things!

I’m going to look to Jesus and give him my trust!
Living daily for him...  
I shall try!  I must!

Jesus holds tomorrow in the palm of his hand!
Everything about me...  He already understands!

HE shall be here tomorrow!  Till the very end!
He’s somebody I can give my life to!  And depend!

I come to you Jesus! For comfort and delight!
I know that with you, everything will be alright!

Life may not turn out the way
 I expect it to be!
But Jesus will take care of it all! 
 Most assuredly!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomb of the unknown soldier

There's flowers on the grave where this man lies,
The flowers on this grave will never wilt or die,
Thoughts of this person resting in this tomb,
Lay across this nation in every living room,
He died beneath the colors of the red,white and blue,
To keep people safe like me and you,
Nobody knows his name or his race,
All they ask is for on him will God shed his grace,
God please watch over this soldier that nobody knows,
And keep the others safe no matter where they go.


Details | Free verse | |

Reunited

Upon the red glaze
And fires of haze
Through the hatred of light
Burned internal fight

Injustice and chaos
Bleed from the loss
Rotten and consumed
The poor soul was doomed

Pierced was the heart
Now poisoned the part
Hammering and pounding
Did the darkness sting

Through the mortal being
Without another seeing
Cast deep within shadows
Life thread come to a close

Down upon his knees
Without a beg or please
Long awaited Death's sweet whisper
Soon to be forever with her                       


Details | Lyric | |

The Death of You

Wrote this back in middle school, sitting at the piano. 
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Save me I’m drowning,
Six feet below
Helplessly falling,
 Into the darkness we know

All the life begins to drain,
Wrists are painted red with shame
Die from what I’m dreaming of,
From the death of my love

Standing by your stone, 
Whispers bleed through
Standing here alone,
Thinking of you

All the life begins to drain,
Wrists are painted red with shame
Die from what I’m dreaming of,
From the death of my love

Take my life and take my hand!
Please! Just try and understand
All that I am going through,
From the death of you…



Details | Free verse | |

Dying with a Smile

Love is an unspoken form of maschism
And it's slowly killing me inside.
Each minute of silence 
A lost beat of my heart.
My ribs are all knives now
Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed.
My heart feels vast, hollow
Cold,
Like a hundred story skyscraper-
its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door
And their rent unpaid.
And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't.
I am trapped.

And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves.
Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are
filled with the sea.

And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain.

Our love is the hope that soon
I won't need to breathe.
That the chains will break and set me free
To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace.

Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! 

Our love will starve me
And burn me
And deprive me of sleep.
I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side.
And maybe,
Just maybe,k
I can smile for once without the pain.


Details | Rhyme | |

Subjected to Frost

Subjected to Frost at an early age
I and friends have since chosen our way
Thus many have traveled on the trodden path
I as Epimetheus see their folly at last
Knowing their hearts- how they long to go back

We few who still walk stringently down a narrow way
Have no desire to dwell back to that day
The path of life chosen this few now walk
Leads to the dream we long have stalked

Sequestered dreams by hoards at wayward doors
Glitzing a promise to a path more worn
Tis easy on the eyes, the heart, and the feet
Making each voluptuous gate seemingly straight-sweet

But I keep to this narrow grassy path- chosen by me
For to waver or detour would be dream’s death to me


Details | Blank verse | |

Light my bridge

T. Hunt
Verse/intro: I remember you showed me that path,
When you paved the road for existence. 
 ~Showed me all the cracked doors, broken escapes, and then the darkness.
I can barely remember the look in your eyes my demise I realized “deaths” upon us.
~So show me the way to ignite this fight let destiny control us.~ Inferno on fire like human desire it burns we perspire and it forgets us. So where does this lead I can’t see I can’t breathe I can’t speak I can’t eat I can’t….think.
Chorus: ~This fire in our lives just burns and burns I’ve seen the light and now this hurts. And through the night the devil lurks so light my bridge like fireworks and catch me in the middle…..~”ALL alone”
Verse 2 I’m searching for the black door “that’s unknown remembering the times when they closed. |~Forget about the painted rose the times I let my heart get cold. This is real. ~Stuck in the middle of life helplessly buried alive. This bridge is breaking my pride so somebody turn on a light. ~The darkness is flowing inside it’s almost if I was..To dive. Running and running while blind is like walking right out of your life.

Chorus:~ This fire in our lives just burns and burns I’ve seen the light and now this hurts.
And through the night the devil lurks so light my bridge like fireworks and catch me in the middle…..~”ALL alone”
~Alone __{reapeat 4x’s}___________
The  lights turned on this bridge is long.

Side bar:P
I=speak
“=influence{pause}
Tempo at 4/4 time 
~=tempo change
All original
No copywrite nessasary.


Details | Couplet | |

The Fukushima Fifty

A country's pride and circumstance
Has called the common man to dance.

Feet ablaze in a pool of pain
Seeking neither name nor fame.

Today's committed Samurai
You carry on, condemned to die.

You stand with hose in stead of sword
And do your best to save the world.

The world says, "Thanks" then moves along
And most won't even know you're gone.

But I'll remember; I'll declare
The Fukushima Fifty were there!



© 2011, R. Erin Lenth


Details | Lyric | |

The Escapist's Plea

When you can longer run away from yourself
When you thought there were no more tears to cry
When you just want to die
Living like this consumed by the façade of a million lies
So many years, so many days
Waking up to people who no longer care you're there
You ask how can this be, one short organic vitality
Wasted with living; the slowest way to die

The shadows of shame weigh you down 
Until you drown, filled with only their hate
All you can turns grey, and all you ever loved fades
The agony is all you know, thank you pain
A self-sadist Is all you have become, j
ust how they showed you, craving so much more
Just to hide up all of the misery
But under cloth it still bleeds

This is the Escapist's Plea
For the one who fall to their knees in misery
Trying to stay sane but fall under September's rain
Dying from the invisible disease, only you can see
Stigmatized by their sadistic need
Only if I could just fly away
...Fly Away


Details | Free verse | |

The Downward Spiral

On the edge,
Leaning towards the deep end;
The dark waters with their mystery...
Seem to beckon you and your misery,
Talking like its cold embrace will warm you,
It's asking for your life and to guide you.

Leaning forward into the abyss
The wind whipping past your ears seem to hiss
As you fly and you soar
For time that makes you wish you had more
Though the feeling cannot last,
If you keep thinking of what people said in the past.

The water boils from your unleashed rage
Only stirring the whirlwind of pain and hate
You claw at the blackness surrounding you.
This tormenting fury you cannot bear
You wish to scream in your anger, 
Yet your voice seems to just whimper
Drowned without air...
Then, you are over come with despair.

The lack of life in this moment makes you weep,
All you want to do is sleep,
But then you think.
What about the ones I will make weep?
Maybe it's not all that it seems,
Maybe someone is waiting just for me?
To wake them from their dreams
The nightmare that they cannot break free 
The one they are waiting in just for me?

You want it all to stop
You really want to quit
But you know there's person waiting for a hero
And this hero is you.

You must get out.
Out of this dream
To wake the one beckoning for you.

Say sorry to the black water
Flail in its grip,
Try to escape its unholy embrace.

Your breath escapes from your lungs
And your mind screams in pain.
But then the darkness evaporates.
Leaving you to start anew 
Like a phoenix rising from its own dark ashes.

Look at the world that you thought you knew.
Awake and breathe.
Arise from your room
With A new view on life.

Look in the mirror,
See what you want to be,
The glass then shatters
Setting you free.

Change the world, 
And all that it has hurt.
Do not let the one waiting for you down
Find him or her and turn their life around.

You won't let this world drown 
You won't let others follow their spiral to the ground
Because you've already been to the bottom
You know what it's like to hit the ground,
Then lose all you have had...
But now it's your chance to turn it all around
Carry them up that spiral with not a look down!
Help them rebuild their world again
And stay with them until the end
Now no one will fear the spiral again
Because they will always have a friend.


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Death of a Kangaroo

Cobwebs sag, gloomy clouds
like a furrowed brow
loom over the house-
 a kangaroo lies dying on
our country road .
A car's apologeticscreech-
 a deathly thud-
 the twisted scrambling
of a broken creature
And I, watching dumbstuck,
as it sprawls, drawing at
underbrush  with frantic forepaws -
reluctant  to let go of life
and earth

When others of its kind
came back to find its
carcass, devoid of warmth,
they shed opalescent tears of grief

Tears with the scent of eucalypts
and raindrops

A mute devotion
 reflecting
aspects of me


Suzanne Delaney


Details | I do not know? | |

ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH

     ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH
My destination's inner space.
Erasing things not meant to chase.
I'm holding dreams of you, but then,
when I must die, I'll live again.

You were the bait. Your daddy laughed.
Six hundred smiles and I was trapped.
Your photographs got tired of me,
but I still love each one I see.

There was a day I couldn't swim.
I drowned a while, my hope was slim.
At football games as I recall
I drowned one day in early Fall.

My tears are hidden in the sea,
mistakes I made were constantly.
Not being more than how I seem,
The day I died it killed a dream.

I've loved you on the beach down here,
It's Hollywood, in Floridear.
From Canada come all the lame
To live part of my sunshine game.

As seagulls dipped, I saw a girl
her name I cannot breath nor slur,
an rv killed her in her head,
she looks out windows like she's dead.

Now I must cry for her again,
And then I'll cry for you, my friend.
if life has anything to lose,
I'll lose it twice, so what's the use?
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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Letters to my dad

How about them times! Some of them seem so goofy now, But what fun it was. How we laughed an laughed. What’s missing now Is your face I was your ace. Not a foot print I wouldn’t trace. Always wanted to be in your good grace. Never to act in hast. He would of never made it his place, To judge you; Is a lack of conversational taste. The fact that I adore you is but one of my truths. The way you shaped my views Puts others to waste. They have no clue to what the world holds outside of there face. I can help, But I’m not the man you where Dad. Sometimes I get so sad. And for real even mad. The world took the best person I ever had.


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Our Little Girl

The light I see
In your eyes
only when I speak of her.
Our little one.
She would have had your eyes,
your nose.
she would have had my hair 
and my my mouth.
Our little girl would have been perfect.
But that horrible day in July,
I cried and I hated myself.
That horrific day in July when I lost her.
My world broke down.
Now when I speak of her. 
Your eyes water up, 
as do mine.
But one day we'll see her. 
I promise.
Our little girl, 
is waiting for us.
I promise.
And one day,
she'll finally say daddy.
Our little girl.


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So Little Time

If I had known how much I would
Have missed her  when she left,
I would have thought of deaths embrace
As robbery or theft.

If I had known how much I would 
Have missed her when she died,
I would have prayed dear Jesus please
Take me, but I just cried.

WHY DID SHE HAVE TO LEAVE ME!
WHY DID SHE HAVE TO GO!
WHY DID SHE HAVE TO DIE MY LORD!
WHY I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW!

She died so very suddenly
We did not have much time,
Though from the very day we met 
I knew she would be mine.

I loved her yes with all my heart
I prayed for her in life,
I prayed each day she would be blessed
I prayed she'd be my wife.

So lovely,tender,pure and free
I treasured all her love
She stored up for only me
This lady, was my dove.

Now I am left to wonder God.
Now I am left to pine.
Why did she die first Lord
Now when will come my time.

For fifty years in marriage 
Our hearts did intertwine.
She now has left to meet you God.
So very little time.


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The Devil's Lullaby

IT HATH TURNED ME AWAY,
BELONG IN PAIN, FOR ALL OF 
 MY DAYS.
REPENT AND REAP THE OATS
 SOWN.
HEAR THE BITTERNESS IN 
 MY TONE.
FORGET TO FORGIVE THAT
 WHICH HATH BEEN DENIED...
AND LIVE! LIVE! SAY I 
 TO HOLDETH TIGHTLY UNTO
THE ENDS OF MINE LIFE. 
 AS THINE MIND PLAYS
TRICKS AND PUSHES ME
 INTO A SWEET SLUMBER
WOOED BY THINE OWN 
 MEDIOCRITY;
THIS IS THE DEVIL'S LULLABY.
 NOW BE AT PEACE AND REST SOON 
YE SHALL STOP LIFE'S PROTEST.


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Love's Reverence, a cover of ''A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky''

Chivalrist of pure intent
Honoured by the ears that lent
A tale recounted to content

Resplendant wonders brought to ear
Laments that draw an unseen tear
Evasion of the heart's deep fear

Soft young mind and placid eyes
Lucid to the tale's disguise
Unseeing the truth behind the lies

There upon the golden water
Wimsically listening to the lauder
Inclines the middle Liddell daughter

Days have come and years have passed
Golden evenings couldn't last
Erosionary time has swept too fast

Dreary dawns and bitter nights
Overcame the muse's might
Dead and gone, that fragile light

Greiving when his heart was tore
Secreted to land of lore
On through Wonderland he'll soar

Now to dream forevermore


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Misunderstandings

They said I was young, they said I was foolish
As I made many mistakes of all types
They misunderstood; I was taking those risks
To find some purpose in my life
 
They said I was strong for succeeding in life
And never being mentally frail
They misunderstood; I worked my hardest
To make sure I would never fail
 
They said I was foolish for trying to win you over,
For thinking a chance with you was even true
They misunderstood; I could never ignore
The beauty God had given to you
 
They said it was amazing, despite all the turmoil
We had made it for so long
They misunderstood; for us it was as easy
As discerning right from wrong
 
They called me caring, loving, and charming
And being the best husband there could be
They misunderstood; I was just trying to give back
The love you had bestowed onto me
 
They called me lost, deranged, insane
That I was living the epitome of a lie
They misunderstood; I was just in denial
That you had left my life and died
 
They called me pitiful for weeping at the funeral
For not being able to stay through it all
They misunderstood; I wanted you alive
I wish I had taken the fall
 
They said I was crazy for jumping off that building
At the age of thirty seven
They misunderstood; I was trying to get to you
So we could be together again in heaven


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Midnight Skies

Midnight Cries In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love. For he who heard them. Sent them hope, that God created a world for them. For us to see and bare good times. For no more hurt and devishlish crimes. For the earth which once was good. Is soured and torn. There are no morals or dreams no more. Or hope of good things when suffering soars. For they are crushed by his vast sword. For he who has the greater sin. He has carried and been burdened with. He has been forgotten. In times like these. Because people hearts bleed with disease. For they have burdened him with more sin. They have forgotten the pain he is in. For he so carried his cross with pride. A younge man who was destined to die. No matter what the world does think. This man did live before we did. We have lost our way in darkened times. Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him. If youd only listen and help to carry his cross. Take the blame for things done past. Change our ways for hope to last. We wont do that out of pride. When he is denied. I feel for him. I pick his cross up and help him off the ground. For he is my brother. Who I have found. He has carried that cross. No man deserved his life in such a lose. Tormented and torturded to no extent. He didnt look like a mere man in the end. He coutinued to stand even after he fell. Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell. For a man so strong, so bold and kind. Showed me what we can do as man kind. He gave his life for everyone who reads this. For those who can not see. Do not be blind Find this man, for he needs you. He gave his life to save you. With your help, you raise his cross. You heal that burden of love. That has been lost. Ease his pain and find your way. For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.


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Loss Time

Your unwavering stance
 Occupied a barren region,
 Lingering there like a withering flower
 Before you ultimately departed;
 I suffered beforehand –
Missing our laughs, and talks,
 And trips to new places -
I endured your scarcity,
 I mourn we loss the time
 To conquer our declining bonds
 Previous to your leaving, and you
 Finding a new dwelling place,
 Somewhere I cannot visit – presently;
 The ever unfathomable crevice
 Between us -
Befalls a mystery to me,
 I meditate upon the why.
 What threw us into that chasm?
 Our not holding each other dear,
 Dropping us into that never ending abyss -
I assumed it would pass with the rain,
 Then we would have another day,
 Another laugh, another talk, one more hug.
 It never came to pass -
With great sadness –
Tears grasp around my throat, my mind, my heart.
 I shake my head and I say, “Not”.
It is a battle I fight each night,
 How I wish it naught!!
 My peace I fight to keep;
 And yet, I cry every night. 


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There's A Healing Jesus


There’s a healing Jesus!  
He’s alive today!
He’s here now!  And can take
 all sickness away!

There’s a loving Jesus!  
He can cleanse your soul!
He is more faithful, than 
you will every know!

There’s a merciful Jesus!  
He can change you within!
By his blood, you can know 
you’re born again!

There’s a powerful Jesus!
 He alone reigns supreme!
He’s the alpha and omega!  
And can do anything!

There’s a gracious Jesus! 
 He’s so loving and kind!
His dedication to us all, 
has stood the test of time!

Won’t you come to Jesus! 
 And receive him too?
He’s knocking at your heart’s door…  
Waiting for YOU!

Won’t you experience Jesus!  
And all he has to give!
He can make you a new person!  
Each day that you live!

By Jim Pemberton


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RIP My Brother

Today marks seven years you had to go. 
Your journey here was a tough tow. 
To better things the other side. 
You've left me feeling really lost. 
But the memories are never tossed. 
Even though you're in a better place. 
That don't stop the tears rolling down my face. 
You were my buddy, my pal, my friend. 
Most of all you were my brother that held my hand. 
RIP I love you always!


Details | Canzone | |

Undertaken Be Ye

Life be that of what thy navigation
Anticipation of what be in mind of all
Fame ye reasons for crossing the plain?
Treason be devout this what man brought
Deny you spiritual life exists is not truth
What will one yield plowing thru the field?


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Eternal Love

Thinking of you often, missing you so
A love so strong, it’s hard to let go

Wondering if you think, often of my plight
As I ponder over your life’s light

I’m at peace now enjoying eternal life
At the foot stool of he who makes it alright

So although life with you, has come to an end
My love continues on, through my journey in heaven


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Florence Pietà

Crafted in marble Over a period of years Discarded by the master For it's impurity smear Newly down from the cross Lay Jesus Christ In the arms of faith Thrice Nicodemus And Mary Magdalene With the Virgin Mary Complete the scene This sculptured beauty In rebuild recommission Completed by Calcagni Is Michelangelo's The Deposition My entry in Raul's contest " The Deposition " http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-3.php


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Our parents

I do miss them everyday,
To state the facts
I know ill never get them back,
Sleep that's what I lack
In
Conversational
Understandings
We got each other,
because they where just- that- smart
A want to interact,
with us,
as equals,
but we where aware,
they where parents.
This,
Absolutely okay.
The vision may be myopic,
but I will never,
blame them.
For being naive


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A Green Heart in Orange Fire

Never did we meet in the best of times
Hold my hand near the railing
Eyes bleary and worn with exertion
The hills are all on fire
As we count our ribs by the candlelight

Mothers eat their children
A selfish spiraling end to a once blue world
The water brackish and sour
We pull our hair and clutch one another
Kissing until we taste our blood

Orange haze on the horizon
As ash chokes our siblings
We stumble into the night together
Our romance the only thing left blooming
As the world curdles and rots

Hold my hand at the railing
The skyline is beautiful when it is melting
Close your eyes and listen to my breath
Green pastures, I say, flowing rivers
And our home and family on a hill surrounded by flowers

But your eyes open to the sight of licking flames
I beg you not to worry
We are together
This blue azure paradise quickly dies
The only green I see is in your heart

Let’s not make our beautiful home here
Far too grotesque for us
And nothing will live once the firelight dwindles
Husk of a land will remain
Let’s make our beautiful home somewhere distant

When the moment comes and our dreams fail
I will not let you succumb to the despair
If our knees buckle, we will carry each other
And picture our new home
Where the rivers aren’t dry and the fields aren’t burning
Passing will be easier and I will rest with you


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Reservation for One

The words plunge into my chest like a poisoned dagger. 

I frantically tug at the cold knife but to no avail as the venom works its way through my body. My mind desperately attempts to wrap itself around the deadening reality, but the slickness of it is too much to handle.

My mind slips and as a last resort hits the panic alarm. I open my mouth to scream but the poison has worked its way to my throat and burns hotter than the 1000 lakes of fire in hell. I want to grab my neck but my panic stricken mind is unable to reason with my arms to perform even this simple desperate request. 

My knees buckle and I trip and fall, backwards I think. Think...thought...thoughts...none are there. Can't think. Brain dead...or close to it. A cold splash, more chilling than the deadly dagger, wakes my brain momentarily, long enough to realize I'm drowning and add that to the list of pain. Still unable to move I throw an upward glance into her eyes. 
my last chance, the ice thin line between life and death, in hopes she will toss me a rope, a stick, a smile, anything. As she turns her back, I close my eyes and invite the ominous death that is now seemingly warm from the coldness of her actions. 

My mind pieces together a few last thoughts of happiness, of her. The day we met, her smile, her eyes, her laugh, the sound of her voice that my ears welcomed with open doors and arms wide open. The venom and water seem to meet each other simultaneously at my heart as if they had reservations, 

I know its time. 

With my lungs filled and oxygen gone, body frozen, mind shut down, I miss her. I manage one last smile and mouth the words " I love u."


Details | I do not know? | |

Serial Pt1

Pain is an afterthought anymore,
The pureness of it so fulfilling,

Not for me but for those I adore,
The wait until the kill thrilling,

Blood oozes from my knife galore,
The nature of the act so chilling,

Crimson red swarms the dark floor,
The end near now dawn is nearing,

Each act causes my rage to soar,
The police are close how trifling, 

Throwing caution out the door,
The next victim my true calling, 


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Love: The Perfect Murder

When I am drowning I want you to be the water crushing down on me, escaping my 
last breath. When I am shot I want you to be the stinging bullet the pierces my skin. 
You will be the blood flowing from the hole in my heart and you will be my heart 
pumping the blood out to my death. When I am sad you will be the feeling of 
warmth upon my cheeks and the salty taste on my lips from tears. When I am 
overjoyed you will be the stretch of skin across my face. You will be the twinkle in 
my overflowing eyes. You will be the memories pressing against my skull when my 
head aches. You will be the blade perfectly slicing my skin. You will be my anger 
releasing vulgar words and you will be my pointing finger. You will be the reddening 
of my face and the burning of my pride. When I am fed up I want you to be my rage 
that puts a hole in the wall. When I am heartbroken you will be the glass shattered on 
the floor. When I am choking your hands will be the ones around my neck. When I 
stand before myself in front of the mirror, you will be my reflection staring back at 
me. When my veins are bursting I want you to be the needle that punctures them. 
When I have given up on my survival, I want you to be the icy cold touch that 
consumes my body. When I have decided enough is enough I want you to be that 
little voice in the back of my head. When I let myself fall from the sky I want you to 
be the wind that carries me to the bottom. When I have fallen to my death you will 
be the blood stained carpet on which others will later stand. You will be the jealousy 
tearing away at my soul when I witness happiness. You will be my broken wings on 
which I try to fly away with. You will be reality destroying my every thought. You 
will be my emotions draining from the bottom. You will be everything that no one 
has ever wanted except me. When I am buried you will be the dirt holding me down. 
You will be the worms and bugs feasting on my body. You will be the forever coffin 
that surrounds my sleeping self.

Written December 16, 2008


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The battle within

Sparks fly in the air
Lights glow in the dark
I am gripped by fear
As my worst nightmare attacks
It's shriek pierces my soul
It's roar tests my bravery
This battle has left my control
And no one is here to save me
The air gets colder
The light gives out
The darkness gets bolder
And I'm filled with doubt
I'm standing on a bridge, hewn  from stone
It lies between the world and my mind
Now as it approaches, I'm all alone
But this demon of mine must stay confined
It must never escape from inside me
For the world cannot withstand it
And even though I may no longer be
I will do all I can to hinder it
I summon the courage I used to lack
And stand there dumbfounded
It's eyes glow a fiery glow
It's wings are made of fire
It's sinister smirk scares me so
And I know it's one desire
Huge and menacing, it comes before me
I must now perform my appointed task
'Ancient and evil you may be,
But you shall not pass.'


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KITTY EULOGY

Stashu kitty hear our words
Follow the light, chase the birds
Run across the rainbow bridge
And daddy & I'll be there in a smidge
 
Clean Dos's ears and Apples nose
Now it's time for me to close
Wait on me dear friend of mine
I'll be there right on time.


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You're Weeping Me Insane

Stop this bitter weeping
Yeah I’m talking to you
Though you may not be crying aloud 
Your expression gives you away

Stop this careless weeping
Yeah I’m embarrassing you
Though you may not think we know
It’s been in front of us from the beginning

Stop this despairing weeping
Yeah I feel your pain
Though you may feel like you’re the only one
Countless more will empathize

Telling you to stop 
Is like telling the persistent priest to stop preaching
Telling you to stop
Is like telling the earth to stop spinning
Telling you to stop
Is like telling the weeping willow to stop weeping
Telling you to stop
Is like telling the fire to stop burning

I know your crying
But that won’t stop the weeping
I know I’m embarrassing you
But that won’t stop the weeping
I feel your pain
But that won’t stop the weeping

I’m going insane!
Will you cease the weeping?


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pain inflicted beauty

Does it ever cause you pain?
To know you broke my heart,
Does it ever cause you pain?
To know you pulled it apart.

I could jump off a building,
And soar towards the ground.
To know you wouldn't miss me,
If my identity was found.

Did it


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EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


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Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.



Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.





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THIS MUCH

THIS MUCH
If I could do what I wanted to,
I would take your cigarettes
away from you.
I would hold your hand
and you would understand,
I like you.

If I could do what I wanted to,
your lungs would be pretty pink
and not black and blue.
Your breath would smell sweet and nice and clean
and you would know what I mean
when I say
I like you.

If I could do what I wanted to, I would tickle you.
I would make you laugh so hard
you would promise never to smoke again, and then,
you would know 
I like you.
If I could do what I wanted to, you would be mad at me
because I took your cigarettes away from you,
but you would know.....I like you.


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Lover's Embrace

So unfaithful and so scared
I walked His way, with so much haste
A day of regret, A day of glee,
Never made up my mind,to what i feel
He kept giving and I kept taking
Always for granted,always mistaken
In prostration i realized, what it really is,
His love for me, my love for Him
That miserable night in my bedroom
with a broken heart, sadness and doom
No one was there,not even the air,
It cut my throat as i took an inhale
Through my sighs and my cries
I felt someone by my side,
He soothed and caressed me by His touch
He didn't let me die, i wanted it very much
I kept hearing Him say My love,
I love you more than anything in this world,
I bleed with you,in your broken heart i dwell,
He smiled for me and that was enough
to get me out of pain to relieve my misery,
He answered all my questions, told me to breathe
I cry when He said i will always be here,
I love you so much but you always win in love,
He said  don't compare love, 
Love has no boundaries, no measurement,no comparison
It is what makes the universe go round,
He is forever in me and I am in Him,
My love my existence , my everything.


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The Enlightenment of Loss

Last week my wife and I had to put 
our Lab Chow mix down. For thirteen 
years he was our friend and loyal companion.
As they injected the drug my wife comforted 
him and told him that it would be ok to just
go to sleep. The thought of the scene she
described overwhelmed me and I started
to weep for the pain was deep with-in.
My wife came home to comfort me for she 
is much stronger than I when it comes to loss,
then we comforted each other for we are one
in the eyes of God.
I started to reflect on the sacrifice that God 
made by sending his Son to bear the pain
and burden of our sin. The strength and self
sacrifice, love and compassion of that single
act is so amazing that it overwhelmed me and
the tears of revelation softened my soul.
In that revelation I gained the knowledge
that sacrifice and loss is what opens the 
doorway that leads to compassion.
We miss our dear friend but do believe he 
now lives in a place free of all the pain
and suffering.
We do believe that anything created by God
that shares so much of the heart will no doubt
live forever in our soul making him a part of our 
spiritual existence and a example of the words 
love, companion and friend.

We love you Rebel.




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I See You

I see you in the springtime
as flowers start to bloom.
I see you in the lovely sunsets
within the month of June.

I see you in the Autumn breeze
as leaves are lifted high.
I see you in the stars at night
in the cold December skies.

I see you in all things beautiful
throughout the day it seems.
I go to sleep at night and still,
I see you in my dreams.


Details | Free verse | |

Tree

Sitting there, staring out the window, 
I notice the rain that follows the widow.
She starts walking inside the house, wearing that dreadful blouse.
I float downstairs and hear her cry,
“My love! My sweet love! Oh where have you gone? ”
I tap her shoulder, my hands going right through her.
“Forever I miss my dear.” I whisper.
The widow stood up and walked to the window, 
To see me, by the tree, that welcomed her to the sorrow.
I wave one last time
Now it’s time to bid one last goodbye.
I disappear and float away
“I’ll sit here in despair, ” she will say.
“And never forget the tree, that murdered my dearly beloved.”


Details | Ballade | |

Lunar Love II

Can this ever stop
The world is blacked by the lunar love of my heart
By the vapor of my mind 
All the tides have gone undone
The mist covers my sight
The beast comes out tonight
-- The Storm Comes --

Her eyes are the color of dyed blue
With her amber hair and crimson lips
She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me
But I've already tosses her  in vain
I am the wolf she is the lamb
I've already condoned my  beloved Lillian
Agnus Lilium Iustum Decorem

The desire was so much
Lilith strapped me to her bed 
Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this 
Take me away from the Lunar Love

The moonbeams light up my pale face
I don't want to be seen
Banished from this world I'll ever be
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this
Take me away from the Lunar Love

I cry but the sun cant hear
Do I exist?
This eclipse took over
The savage is in control 
Now I'm left to face it all
Left in the dark where can we go

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

I try to Flee away from the scene
In thirst I was blind
Her blood stained on my hands
I must leave this land
I've killed my beloved Lillian
Agnus Lillium Iustum Decorem

The desire was so much
Lilith strapped me to her bed 
Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this 
Take me away from the Lunar Love

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

The moonbeams light up my pale face
I don't want to be seen
Banished from this world I'll ever be
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this
Take me away from the Lunar Love

The ghosts are tangled in my dreams 
They play with what was meant to be forgotten 
But I know there must be a away
To find the closure 
But so lost are we 
So lost I've been

Save yourself from the downfall
How close are we to the edge 
This is what the rage has done
This is what the sin has done

The desire was so much
Lilith strapped me to her bed 
Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this 
Take me away from the Lunar Love

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

The moonbeams light up my pale face
I don't want to be seen
Banished from this world I'll ever be
Drive the wolf out of me
Take me away from this
Take me away from the Lunar Love

Lunar love is what we'll be
Lunar love is what we have

Forgetting the shame is just a 
Another winless game


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I Have The Power To Kill Iniquity

I have the power to move desperation,
I think about my ideas,
And I move my mind to my own world of imagination,
I use my powers to move people into a land of peace,
I throw my mind on the paper,
And my confidence in the pencil,
As I control the negative mind with great thoughts,
So blissful,
I have the power to move depression,
The power to flatten an emotional erruption,
I use it to save an innocent life,
I can kill an evil mind,
As sharp as a knife,
I have the power to move sorrow,
And slap it with the joys of tommorow,
I have the power to create happiness in mid air,
I have the power to blind hate with trickery,
I have the power to kill iniquity.


Details | Acrostic | |

Treading Sins Away

Sensing each step I persuade my body onward and up.
Trekking up toward the light that adorns a precious cup,
Angels around sing gentle sounds, I never heard before.
Imagining the beauty that awaits me past that golden door,
Reality sets in that I am rising upward to Heaven’s gate.
Why oh why, have I been chosen to be given this fate.
Again I see the Angels floating past my mortal soul.
Yelling praises to him, our Lord, I met a mortal goal.

Truth is what they said, even though I had sinned many ways.
Only the living truth will deliver you upward, glorious praise.

These steps I take I see all my sins on each tread that I take.
Hearing forgiven, forgiven, my soul gets lighter upon the wake.
Evangelical songs being sung, I pray, in his name, for my sake.

Stairway brightens as I reach the top, hearing a question, I stop.
Tell me, your saviors name, He who died upon the hilltop.
Angels await my answer, tis a simple question that he does say.
Reveling, Jesus I say, he took our sins, saving all upon that day.
Seeing in my heart, I believed, he said come forth, cross over this way.


Details | Rhyme | |

An Occult Fairytale

 
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near


Details | Elegy | |

Bloodless On Mother's Day

There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin and bony, 
and mockingly bright,
steal over embossed cardstock that arrives, like clockwork,
in deepest sympathy.
And a thornless bouquet of pastels laden with
Babies Breath
only draws on blood long lost;
nobody seems to comprehend such an allegory,
or lack there of,
so it can't be carried
over the steps.




"Bloodless On Mother's Day"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


Details | Terza Rima | |

CONFIDING IN SOMEONE

Often I've been accused of being too righteous and wise;
a zealot putting all his efforts in an unquestionable faith,
and my trust is never weakened by a delayed promise.


Others have gone from this earthly place, to rest in unattended graves;
I've been derided by their indignant, loud laughter,
and you think I would have been intimitated by their offensive words?


Never did I react unkindly, just ignored them and walked away,
not knowing that they would have been cursed and faced punishment;
and with premonition, I had foreseen every event of their destiny. 


Today, confiding in someone who will take time to listen... 
will give me a reliance not smeared with absurd ridicule;
I can give good advice: unforgettable words that will remain. 


Confide in selfless, trustworthy friends who show concern and self-assurance,
by their deeds you will know the trueness of their evident honesty;
so why wait and not run to one as I... and not start living without reluctance? 



Details | Elegy | |

The Summer in Your Smile

The leaves had changed to rainbow hues and soon the trees were bare
And though you’re gone, I know, deep down, that you are always there
And while my heart is broken and my life’s become a trial
I’ll never lose the memory of the summer in your smile.

Snowflakes ride across the sky on keen edged winter winds.
The sun and moon light day and night, two dimly glowing twins
And ice-cased wires adorn the roads for mile on frozen mile
While I stay warm relaxing in the summer in your smile.

The world lies buried ‘neath a shroud of newly fallen snow
That rolls around and piles in drifts when frigid breezes blow,
But I know the chill can’t touch me with its icy fingers while
I spend my days basking in the summer in your smile.

Soon spring will be upon us, then summer’s hot and humid days
And the sunny days will all be blurred behind a teary haze,
But I’ll go on and do my best to make my life worthwhile
And live within the golden light from the summer in your smile.



Details | Rhyme | |

Need A New Spell-Check



      ------

So, I need another spell-check
What do you expect
The World is full of the word
My memory has gone 
To heck
      ------
I can say what I want
To say...
I do this every day
But when it come;s
To giving life meaning
Spell=check....
That is the way
      ------
Even though I need it
And I need it everyday
It is also important
That we mean what
We say,
      -----
Let He who hath' hope'
To wonder...Do it
Anyway
     -----
This is no time for dismay
Cause now you can get
A Spell=check...
To day...
      ------
Their is no other way...

              GF


Details | Personification | |

For The Most Part






      ------

The most "fri-ti-ning"
Part of dieing is knowing
That Thou hath' lived
And need-eth' not live
Any more...
      -----
The most "fri-ti-ning" part
Of Living...
Is thinking that you have
Lived much too long,
And that now,
You are sitting at "Deaths' Door"
      ------
That death is coming soon
Same as He has before
      ----
But, when Death doth'
Come...
And Konck's at the deemed'
Doth' Door.....
As your mouth hit the floor
Their is no need to
Leave the room...any-more
Just be ready...
And pick you mouth 
Back off the floor.....
      ------
For Christ has already 
Shed the Blood for you
      ------
Fore He is Jesus
    -----
It dose not matter
To what, You may assume
Fore He will be there soon..
     ------
Know that Jesus will
Fill the room....
      ------
And their will be plenty
Of Light...
For Restoration is never
          Too soon!
Fore this is not your Plight... 

               GF


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside


Details | Blank verse | |

A Brighter Day

I just looked at your face and seen no smile,
It was so bright and so happy that you could see it from a mile.
I can't believe this tragic thing had happened,
I'll never see your precious face again cause of what happened. 

Your eyes are closed and you breath no more,
You lay there like and angel, and your soul looking up at the heavens door.
The box is cold and all so small,
Your spirit begs for it to run away so far.

So save me a seat up stairs little sister, cause im coming soon,
Ask God for me to forgive my soul cause I have been such a fool.
I couldn't protect you when you needed me most,
But your protected for ever now by our Lord and our host. 


Dedication to: Olga Kuznetsova. R.I.P


Details | I do not know? | |

My Life!

My life gets so off course, and spins out of control, like a magical tornado.
My life, to me, is my own death race.
Don’t ask me how or why I look at this way.
I know my life is not great, but I love it as is.
My life, is wrong beyond compare, but its so right too.
My life never comes to a positive road.
My life , is addicting in so many ways.
My life is very regretful, well for many people. I do not regret one damn thing about it.
My life, is my life and I would not change anything in it.
My life is my life and I love everything about it!
I hate my life.  Maybe it could spin into control. 


Details | Free verse | |

A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


Details | Free verse | |

I will be waiting for you

Together we stand strong with love,
even when fear lurks on our backs,
like deadly parasites,
fighting my fear,
as death chases us,
I grab your hand as we run for our lives,
our heart beats racing against time,
but we hit a dead end,
you look into my eye's,
as I see the fear grow,
like a child in a thunger storm,
my heart darkens with sadness,
I grab you and hold you one last time,
tears drip down our face,
like our eye's were dark clouds that stormed down in terror,
I whisper I love you,
and I let you go,
before I left I told you I'll be there waiting at the kingdom of God,
I wont walk into Heaven without holding your hand,
live a long happy life,
I'll be waiting for you,
and I ran straight into the heart of death,
my heart shall beat within yours forever,
goodbye my love,
and just like that my life ended so you may live yours.


Details | Crystalline | |

JUDAS

Awaiting a newer heaven,
Seeking the holy book of judgement


Details | Rhyme | |

Curse of a Princess

Fairytales,
and butterflies,
in this story,
we begin with lies,
promises,
we never kept,
I should have held on tighter,
when you wept,
small mistakes,
on both our parts,
added up,
to shred our hearts,
creeping shadows,
behind the flowers,
in what we thought,
were our finest hours,
talking grass,
crystal snow,
in our lie of love,
a hidden foe,
the evil witch,
her claws aimed to kill,
t'was she who pushed you,
down the hill,
a broken crown,
a forgotten well,
to live without you,
was her spell,
an evil curse,
she cast in spite,
although we loved, 
with all our might,
kept apart,
by what was said,
in regret,
our hearts bled,
watch from afar,
speak in vein,
a curse taken course,
inflicted pain,
and so it began,
with love and lies,
our fairytale ends,
and we both die...


Details | Ballade | |

Evil Enemy Tricks

A dream or vision one hot afternoon one day
A fell then thee evil enemy had came play
Being filled with much fear, so he wanted to steer
I had been driving in a car his house I found at night
Needing to stop for a rest his house be the only in sight
Social able and gracious he had invited me in
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
He was old and grey at least his face did display
“You look like an honest and loving chap stay here for a nap
There is nothing to fear no one can find you here”

No stars were above in the sky but yet I did not wonder why
The enemy had played one of his tricks
“Look at all these possessions that I have”
“They can all be yours if I find that you are worthy”
 “Allow me to show you how you can create them”
 “Here ye is the secret in how one controls the wheel”
Desires to steal the soul is why the enemy plays his tricks

Then he offered me a token if I promised to show him devotion
“See all this land I have cleared and designed by my hand?”
“It all one day shall be yours if decided to stay here this day”
Another way you see how the enemy plays his tricks
“ I have also ordered another surprise gift for you
“See that car over far yonder bringing it to you?”

The car had been two combination's but red in display
But I did not see this until after it drove away
Moving to far ahead so I have to go back
This is how the enemy plays his tricks
 He took me inside his home where we decided to wait
Introduced me to his family who were trying to escape
This is how the enemy plays his tricks at the gate

Then there was a knock at the door and I sent to answer
Believing it was the gift from he that I had longed for
I was happy and thrilled to perform this simple chore
Opening to see a female shadow being in close distance
Three knives had hit the door giving no resistance
Head had moved quickly thought then be Divine assistance
This is how the enemy plays his tricks


Details | Elegy | |

Hapaw Frank

I hear the Preacher man say,"We're gathered here today; 
to honor a man, a great man...till death stole him away on a swift hand."

I begin to remember how he helped make me, me.
How he made me into this young woman you see.
He put a glow in my smile and joy in my heart...
as long as I have my memory we'll never be apart.

I hear the Preacher man say,"We're gathered here today; 
to honor a man, a great man...till death stole him away on a swift hand."

I begin to remember how that man put a twinkle in my eye...
With a faint smile and tearful good bye;
I pray to God then i give thanks
quietly under my breath i say "I Love You Hapaw Frank"

I love your Hapaw Frank may you be singing with the angels.


Details | Free verse | |

Martyrdom of a Jew King

My name is Judas betrayer of God everyone hates me yet thats not as much as I hate myself and everything else until its just a word that cannot be felt I can't be accountable to a single action thats unchangeable I wish you would cast off into a river of ashes and cover your body until the sorrow passes thats what I did to slowly admit I'm no longer the devil you wish to possess I buried my burdens deep in demons of past My sin seems to leave me quick as I forget it for you I've become a dead doll submissive I sold the jew king for a mere thirty silver he then became a martyr who would have figured I guess I delivered the greatest good ever so you may understand why my guilt is light as a feather Judas, you coward backstabber. you dog I acknowledge it all now with a wink and a nod people mean little more than they care for themselves you wouldn't take coin if your family were starved? you won't hear my reason then I won't give you no sense I've already given you more than I ever truly meant more than I'm worth or have had to give Judas, the sinner the liar, the pig Judas the desperate for his family to live Judas, the hero for without him dies his religion


Details | Lyric | |

FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



Details | Free verse | |

The Tale of The Dark Night

Warm summers heat rises
 Winters long past and we feel the nights last
 Silver shadows fall on all that stand
 Around midnight you feel a cold cold hand
 
The night everyone dies
 Future generations feel deaths grasp
 Caught with-in deaths cast
 Nights of the dead in a mask
 
There will be nowhere left to hide
 Hand held steady warriors stack
 Tales taught to be turning
 All things left burning
 
Wishing out answers while your learning
 Opening up minds third eye your left yearning
 majestic heroes merging
 Caught by deaths serging
 



Details | Rhyme | |

Sin Always Has A Price


As people are encouraged to “indulge within...”
They often become caught and trapped in sin!

Far too often, there’s an enticement to “fantasize.”
Of the many temptations flashed before the eyes!

There’s a problem, too often misunderstood!
Life doesn’t happen, like many think it should!

What’s often acted out and too often displayed…
Comes from a ruined life, that’s been betrayed!

One can easily find perversion of many kinds.
This can easily “overwhelm” someone’s mind!

I know that it’s easy to be “trapped and snared.”
It can leave one feeling 
alone and scared!

That which you may have craved,
 for some kind of fulfillment.
Has left you empty!  With no real enjoyment!

It’s easy to fall into bondage!  Difficult to get out!
Victory in Jesus is what his power is all about!

Won’t you call on him now?  
And let his love “soak through?”
He brings true meaning in the words; “I LOVE YOU!”

His love is not in some kind of cheap entertainment!
Only he can bring true peace and contentment!

You don’t need to spend money on the life he brings!
He is God!  And doesn’t need to use earthly things!

Sin has a price!  It seeks to have your eternal soul!
Only the blood of Jesus can make you complete and whole!

The gift of salvation is from Jesus!  And is freely given!
He alone has the power to change
 how you’re livin’!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Dad, Let Go

In all my life 
I’ve never spent a full day with you 
Dad, the man I know and love
Split in two

I’m proud to call you my father
For any man to model
But only half because the other half
Can’t let go of the bottle

Your different dad
When your drinking or not
Don’t deny your problem
You miserable sot

A 12-pack isn’t normal
Not everyday or so
Grow up, act your age
And just let go

Because we love you dad
We always have and will
But your drinking blasts a hole in me
With nothing to fill

When you ask me for more
I am hopeless to your avidity
But give-in and guide you towards death
For fear of acerbity

As I mature into manhood
I fear that you won’t see the day
I graduate, get married, or start my family
So affirm a different substance for your thirst to allay

I have no shame on my knees to plead
Because we are kin, it’s your blood I bleed
You must end this putrid deed 
So Dad, please just let go of the mead

By Nicholas A. Bello 


Details | Free verse | |

Shattered


They didn't say it was going to be this hard
But I knew it wouldn't be easy
all the choices I've made
And I never knew I'd get here
Life can be taken
no, Stolen when you least expected
But here I am
6 inches from a shard of glass
piercing my throat
And that mere sheet of glass
Reflected EVERYTHING
My future
My past
My love
My lost..My choice
The last seconds of my life were the most quite,
peaceful moments of my life
all the choas surrounds me but my heart beated
its slow Minuet
Even though i was just seconds, just inches from death
I noticed a warm hand slither into mine like clockwork
And I knew if this was my last breath
May hers keep going


Details | I do not know? | |

Forever Somewhere

Watch me as I shoot across the midnight sky
Looking almost as beautiful as I am fast
I do my best to try not to die
But we both know that I cannot last

Flames and faith blazing as I go
Because I know that just up around the bend
Is forever somewhere that I do not know
Is forever somewhere near my sweetest friend
Is forever somewhere where I still love you so
and forever somewhere near my bitter end..


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

November 1868

Bloody was the scene. November 1868
Was the beginning and the end of so much blood! 
The spreading echoes
And fade extended far, down the village of Southern
Cheyenne, behind the depth of the Sand Greek Massacre,
With the shine of women and children
Was the luxuriant of a man named Boy General?
Or the soulless Long Hair assassin!

In throng books of history whose branches gleaming
With silly prospect, given Glory Hunter
With his tilted sombrero, an accord hero
But we must extent our eyes far way back
And took him as a butcher and a murder,
In pencil-and-stones as the monster that was that Cuter.

The scene was November of 1868—-
Whence its greatness of it was the pure blood—
The spread lot of children's hearts 
And voices that never die! Resounded far
In today melody, the happy lot, the lake of gusts.

Bloody was the victory from yesterday, but today,
As a fine arm, down the depths and once again,
From whom our past stand, it must create
By the bloody freedom that a man named Glory Hunter—-
Long Hair has no more—

Who’s slated us to be stronger? 
Fighting the rules from a past. What rules? You must ask.
The rules that we know—being a free Indian,
Being an Indian at last!
 


Details | Rhyme | |

bye

I love you im sorry,
Do not blame yourself.
I may not say goodbye today,
but one day I just might.


Details | Elegy | |

Destined Day

The flowers
the flowers
are crying, you see,
as they cling to the wood
that encompasses me
and the heart that still loves
the now widow above
who will hopefully never forget

that

the husband
the husband
all covered in fleurs
who now sleeps in the earth
is still grateful to her
and the heart that still pines
for the lover enshrined
who has never once thought to regret

all

the moments
the moments
that love had endowed
and 
the kisses
the kisses
that came with the vow
to
his lover
his lover
who will not allow

her memories--
to wither away,
unlike the fleurs
on destined day.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bad Blood

Blue blood, red blood, royal blood, good blood...
Bad blood.

My investigations into blood,
The brifest of forays into science.
Disect the subject,
Swift, swift cuts.
You wont feel a thing.

Dripping onto the carpet,
My circumstantial scientific evidence.
Specimens and evidence,
Evidence and specimens.

Crisp dry blood,
Crack, crack with movement.
Heals over,
Just like new.

My body is a tapestry of scarred patterns.
Proof of my scientific engagements.
But for the lack of conclusions, 
I would be truely bona fide.

As much blood as I cut out,
Bad blood soon replaced it.
Its secrets perplex my inner scientist.
My inner child is scared.
My outer masochist is ready.
My scalpel is prepared.


Details | Rhyme | |

Don't Let Go

Her long ebony locks tickle the 
floor
She looks at her eyes, then 
grooms herself more.

One hundred strokes through 
her sleek black hair
While she poses straight in her 
vanity chair.

A splash of crimson on her 
flushed pale skin
Her lips reveal her deadly sin.

The moonlight highlights her 
broken shell
Her cold, dry eyes know only 
time will tell.

She slowly rises, giving one 
look more
Then hesitates as she shuts the 
door.

She stops for a moment to soak 
up the silence
And thinks of the hatred, the 
selfishness and violence.

She continues on with her only 
escape
She turns off the lights and 
closes the drapes.

She readies herself for her final 
defeat
She had lost the battle and 
must now retreat.

Wearing her pearls and her 
laced-up gown
She crawls into bed and lies 
herself down.

“Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to 
keep..”

The gleaming dagger targets 
her breast
Her heart beats violently 
beneath her chest.

Almost there, a small distance 
more
Her arm stops quickly, sparing 
the gore.

Laughter arises from the floor 
below
A boy’s voice-a young naïve 
fellow.

She opens her eyes, in shock 
and in fear
That she’d almost lost someone 
very dear.

She closes her eyes yet once 
again
She says a prayer and an 
“amen”.

Her obligations consume her 
heart
More so than the wish to part.

She thought about love, 
kindness and care
Life is a blessing, not meant for 
despair.

We are all attached, like 
branches on trees
And we are all rooted like 
weeds in the breeze.


Details | Pastoral | |

The Robertson named Eric

I came to know you when I couldn't remember,
It didn't take long for us to bind,
Grandpa was a special name, loving and tender,
We were often together inseparable like twine.

So many times you gave much love and pleasure,
Grandpa you were smart, patient, handy and caring,
We went to the zoo, biking, fishing plus more which I'll treasure,
The talents and attention you gave made it hard for sharing.

You taught me about life and how to be,
To live honourably truthfully faithfully and just,
To smell flowers, touch the willows, taste blackberries and see,
That few things in life come free... hard work is a must.

The highlights of your life shall be forever sweet,
The red canoe, bagpipes, your bike and handmade leather,
The cabin, falls, syrup and the whoop to - do - trail, what a treat,
Wherever you were was great, no matter what the weather.

Now dear Grandpa for a time we must depart,
Heaven will be a better place because you are there,
We will miss you, especially those close in heart,
Till we meet again your message and memories we'll share.


With love from you family and one of the many people who will miss you:
your Grandson William

P.S. - Here, there or in the air... (1 Thess.4:13-18)


Details | Classicism | |

When I Think Of You

                  When I Think Of You I smile cause I think of all the good times we had,
        I stop myself when I'm about to cry and start feeling sad, I just wish you could come back I miss you so bad. No matter what I do theres always something that reminds me of you there was so much things we've been threw.  There thick and thin you were always by my side as my best friend. When I think of you I get chills inside I love you when you left apart of me died. Noone could ever replace you if they tried.


Details | I do not know? | |

Depth

The days and nights have passed
The only vision that's last
When solstice have passed
Ideas and impressions born in field vast
Even directors were doubted why don't they cast
Have u ever got in your past
And saw your decisions last

We care for u each said
But nor one came to led
Is that's what they cal shed
To leave me cry on bed
Its better to be dead
They used me when they need
N trash me off indeed
Is that's what we cal care

To be with me somatic
N make an act dramatic
I handled all with soothe
But it pained when i was moody
Have ever been i met to
Who like me as i bet to
No not yet, not yet have met

Some things had really happened
That thought me to use weapon
My weapon was my spirit and strength
I haven't used guns or ornate
But killed the ego of many people n made them laid

The people thought I'm goon
But nor was me being quite all noon
My faith on GOD n parent's boon
Had boost me up very soon
All thought that I'm a loon
But its not true my moon
Now be back in the sky
And shines up very High


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Saving Face






       ********

   Through the length
         Of the years'
In order to maintain
           Our Faith
We must beleaguer Our
        Bounds'
   Must maintain 
            Our Grace....


            Poet Author
            Gary Fields


Details | Free verse | |

Beloved Friend I Have Fallen

An angel, cradles me, in her motherly arms
I have fallen, I am venerable 
I told myself, I would not do this, no more
I have failed to keep my promise, to you
I have not stayed true
Tears flowing, as I smile, just, for you!
Remembering the times, when you cupped my face, in your hands
Your blue eyes, gazing into mine
Telling me with sincerity
‘I am the sunshine, that lights up your world, each day that dawns’
My heart aches, it rains with love, having fond memories of us
Wash me clean, being human, is challenging me!
Emotional bondage, creating blocks
I need to move on, you are dead and buried
Your time here, over
My heart struggling, accepting this reality
“Forgive me”
I pray to be free!
“I Love you, my beloved, friend”


Details | Free verse | |

Sun Bleats

That which would make me a cog in the machine , 
dragoon me into a lethal automaton
	be left in the walls of sleep.

As the sun bleats in fear of crowds &
the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire.
	Let the world spin on thru space's 
quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink 
	on the writer's hand. Or let the 
chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks &
 chunks of lung, held by the prism of 
	your stare.

	To dance swirling down the drain 
as another matter for the brain to tick 
as a clock tocks out seven days to review 
& recall all infected packets of nurofen.

	Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case
of the flu while the fever dreams strike 
	drowning in clay & blank doll faces.

As my daughter will drink only the finest wine 
& my son will make all the other children cry 
w-/ the malice of his fingers.
	
	In the first flash of a passionate love
affair , feather light, beating as two hearts 
revolve round the moon lit stage. 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Story Of Samson

Making A Commitment To God

Samson...  A judge of Israel 
was known to be strong.
Because of his vow to God.  
His hair was to grow long.

With the jawbone of an ass... 
Thousands of Philistines were killed.
To get the secret of his strength, 
is what they had willed.

They sent Delilah to tempt him 
with her charm and beauty.
Samson revealed his secret to her.  
Growing exhausted & weary.

Breaking the promise of God... 
He lost his strength and eyesight.
Till the day he rested his hand on
 the Philistine' temple so tight.

He asked God to give him
 strength once again.
Then pushed the pillars.  
Killing thousands with him.

For all of his accomplishments 
he had made.
He broke his promise to God. 
 When his secret he gave…

Make sure your commitment 
to God is true and real.
So you don't end up, 
like Samson of Israel!

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Free verse | |

The Road I Traveled To Learn To Fly

When times were hard and the road was so rough it seemed my best efforts were not nearly enough I took a prescription of self-inflicting damaging words to tear my higher self down To tear myself down a very high risk I thought as I stood at the edge of the cliff for better or worse I shall learn to fly or the next fall could be the one where I die The day that I died I failed to exist floating impatiently into falseness who I was was not what made me the point of it all pointed into obscurity Live harder and faster void of disaster that was my goal from then and thereafter and right up to now it has worked well escaping the darkness in the great depths of hell from whence I came had to abstain this new existence now knows my name I painted it in the bad place I escaped as I stood firmly for the first time filled with faith.


Details | Ballad | |

Assassin

Believe in the killer in me,
Innocent, she believes in me,
Metaphorical Scent of disease,
Regardless oh whom I tried to be...

Dead by the hands of a mistaken assassin,
Still, she claims what she was not,
The hunter became what the hunted has been,
An image of ignorance behind the roots of a thought.

Experience is worth for what we are now,
Lifeless and cruel, casting a doubt,
Over the wings of the choices we once approached,
But that's not what I saw, that's what I was told...

Dead by the hands of a mistaken assassin,
Still, she claims what she was not,
The hunter became what the hunted has been,
An image of ignorance behind the roots of a thought.

May the metal of your arms
Be my last empty grave,
For against your believes
Nothing's stronger than hate,
Just relieve this empty shell
Of all I once drew,
Because for all that I did
I'm no better than you...


Details | Rhyme | |

Seven in the Bible Means

Bible Seven means wholeness
Heaven I longed for you with all my boldness
When sorrow crowned my being
The breath of you comforted me foreseeing-
Frozen heart beating coldness
Shunned, mocked, ridiculed I sought you with fierceness
Bright light will end my grieving

First attempt at Joseph Spence's 7/11 format


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Bio | |

2012 Confession

Have you ever been in a situation when it feels like everyone is against you, and the whole world is pressing down on your shoulders? Well this write is about that. 


There is no place to run or hide,
The pain and the agony builds up like a tide.
I want to scream but nothing would come out,
I try so hard a pull so tough that I dragged a gout. 

It's not easy for me to express my feelings just to anyone,
There is allot of security issues in me that are not so fun.
I understand everything clearly,
I just wish to get out of this world and be care free.

It feels like chains have bounded me to the fiery deaths of hell,
It hurt and burns, but I can't break though this shell.
I have hidden my emotions deep inside,
Just so that no one would see the monster I have to reside. 

It hurts me more than other to see myself turn into something that I am not,
I would commit crimes and other illegal thing and would not get caught.
I would hurt myself emotionally so that no one would see my scares,
It would be better is I would just go back behind bars.

Can no one see that I am also human and need some effection. 
Or am I just a toy that people like to mess around with and Be selfish. 
At breaking point I stand, looking at the bottom of a cliff thinking,
Should I, or should I not?

But hay, if I do, I am sure that everyone would be left at peace and care for YOU.


Details | Bio | |

Be Thy Host






        ********

The beginning of thinking
      From the beginning
I can not even began to
             Fathom...
      Thee....
                   Fore....
   Deep in Thy Heart
      Ye lie and wait
Indistinguishable from
        All others'
     ------
     Politic to Me

     
                Poet Author
                Gary Fields


Details | Rhyme | |

Whisper Eternal

As I wander through my life I find something lost.
Something I perhaps once had, but have now long forgot.

Only a glimmer of memory, in this most haunted place.
A sigh, a smile perhaps a look on your still shadowy face.

I look for you each place I go, sifting through haunted locations.
Piecing together what I can’t see hoping for this restoration.

What was it we had that continues to bind me?
If it’s been lost why does all of this remind me?

And of what…

I wouldn’t wish this if I’d had a choice.
Just a whisper of your former voice.

Will you be whole again? Will you find me here?
My whole life built so strangely because I knew you were near.

Is this what they call fate, or just all circumstance?
Led by your fleeting hand into paranormal romance.

www.insiderealhauntings.com


Details | Free verse | |

The Lords people in a Corrupt World

I see the world crumbling around me, people losing their moral ground
Following what they think is right rather than what they truly know is right. 
Most people really are uneducated sheep and cannot see what’s right in front of their faces. 

So many even mock the Lord and his word as if he didn’t exist and even openly say with conviction that theirs no GOD! And instead there small minds worship a sport as if it was their GOD?! 

It really disgusts me and breaks my heart to see how far mankind has gone and I fear for their souls as they do not know what they do. 

Dear Lord please have mercy and help show them the way, its easy for them to be distracted and miss lead with all they hear and are shown in this corrupt world without its true intentions shown.

GOD Bless all the Lords people and hold your heads high as the true fight is yet to happen and when it does . .  We’ll fight until we die!

Amen 


Details | Classicism | |

Saturday

There He lay as cold as ice, 
a darkened tomb His prison cell, 
until the dungeon filled with life 
& saved us from eternal hell.


Details | Ballad | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

Road to Redemption

Introduction: Tribute to brothers in the fray and families for them pray...


Life in these rough times, We barely even feel the daytime Every second counts greatly, As there’s no going back in time Sometimes we lose to win, try not to fail again, But mostly we end up back to where we all began Every single day, we wake up in one piece, Where brothers in the fray, they hardly get to cease Our tears drop all over the floor, They keep on till their blood stains from their core Every second till the end, We pray for them to knock on our doors Sadly at times, things go the other way for the best cause, All we can do really, is not breakdown and pause Prayer’s the only strand through the last breath, When they depart with a peaceful end Emptiness and happiness, constantly flowing along, The memories, they always live right within our souls When days seem cloudy and life gets lonely Debts grow high and smiles fade into sigh At that instant, that very moment, Just pray, pray to get healed, Heal from this insanity, pray to be free, Free from this misery It all comes down to the crying in the end, The stillness stares up towards the sky As we do bid farewell to dear friends But at some point through all the pain and sour grin, recovery does begin The ones we love and care, Though some are not so near Scattered through this bittersweet world, Waiting for us to share; This life is like the weather, It changes altogether It may get bad and may get sad, But know it’s not forever, Better days will come eventually, The morning sun will shine brightly Through our endeavors and our prayers, we shall recover From things we’ve lost so dearly So just hold on to the light and believe in salvation, And the rays of truth shall lead the road to redemption…


Details | Free verse | |

Breezes of Time -Wrapped In Your Love

                                                         **~~**

I stand in silence under the starlit skies, breathing in my memories of you 
Standing so still in the shadowy breezes of time- 
Drawing in my sweetly scented secrets of our love 
So haunting -mourning the loss of your smile, your kiss 
Where your body filled my empty spaces as you lay next to me 
In the past- in that other time
 

I needed your love to guide me - to lead me in the right direction 
So lost was I… in the 'cri de coeur' of love 
Our love battled all the storms- like sailors on the sea of life 
I loved the feeling when I was with you… 
That I would never let go of the curve of the moon 
Your essence of live giving air, filled my heart… 
Softly longing for your love as I looked into your eyes, your soul 
Gently cradled in the hours and days of you, listening to your heart beat 
It quieted my fears, as you tenderly kissed my tears away
 

I feel carried away into the dream of you…of us 
Standing here alone now under the moon- dreaming of you 
As the air holds the scent of you and the breezes whisper your name 
Even tho' you no longer leave your footprints on this Earth 
They will always remain in my soul- 
For my heart remains wrapped around you... 
         Forever                         

                                                          **~~**
 
By anne p murray


Details | Rhyme | |

All Who Ignore

What should I do, should I accept and believe?
Could I carry through, though I'm so naive.
I look to the skies, and hope you hear.
Do you hear our cries, are you near?
Sometimes our thoughts, are misleading.
Inner wars have been fought, my hearts now bleeding.
There are two paths, which one shall I choose?
I feel the wrath, beckoning me to lose.
Do you scorn, all who ignore?
Has your welcome worn, or should we have more?
Should they hear my laughter, or am I wrong?
Are you worth chasing after, or were you fake all along?
So what do I say, for I cannot leave.
Black engulfs the dying light, as we fall.
Why should I fight, if you hear every call?
I reach towards you, begging for an answer.
Will you help me through, are you sure?
The chilling air, leaves me breathless.
Life's not fair, but we're still left useless.
My shining King, I bow before your feet.
Shall I hold an angel's wing, yet I'll accept the fate I meet.
Confusion masks my face, as you consume me.
Sins cannot erase, yet you say I'm free.
I'm no longer here, in the world of decay.
I draw ever near, at each passing day.
Will you arrive, and free us all?
Will humanity thrive, or will we fall?
I'm so tired, of this never ending hunt.
The last shot has been fired, in your little stunt.
Give me reason, so I cannot commit treason.
Time and again, I will fall for this,
Will Death win, will we feel the Judas kiss?
In this farewell, I watched as the Heavens fell.


Details | Rhyme | |

Brittney Sweet Brittney

Brittney sweet Brittney
why did you leave that day
why would you ever 
want yourself to go away
I know they said
you weren't in love
but I know what ya'll had 
was a love from above
I guess maybe it was your time 
to be gods angel
but Brittney you left us all
mixed up and strangled
you were only fifteen 
when you took your last breath
I guess they really did 
put you and Sean to the test
you said in a note your love
was like Romeo and Juliet
a love ones heart 
could never forget
Sean said even death 
couldn't do your love apart
This you meant because march 20th
you stopped your hearts
together you lay there in silence
as I weep and ask god for his guidance
Brittney sweet Brittney 
why did you have to go away..


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A knight of memoirs

'Sir Lancelot/To Guenevere ( My Lady of the lake)........

........Your scent took tiny step's into the room.

I stopped dead at what I was doing.

I paused a second before lifting thyn head,

so that timing would be perfect whence you walked in.

And suddenly, so stunningly, that a glance could never catch you.

You looked into thyn eye's, though gazing, my stare could not help,

but envelope the whole of the beauty that you've alway's been.

 

                     'Of  my Dreams' (to Auther)................................

............If I were a King, Oh' what joy's would we sing.

And upon such 'Galant night's,with share of bread's and wine's.

I would crown you my Queen, lest it has alway's been.

By order of 'Shire, that I will kiss your sweet lip's forever.

Oh' what would thee owe to thy 'Kingdom, that I could only hold

you in myn arm's, till thy 'Beauty from the 'Star's hast fallen.

 

                    :Epoloque:::( into the Lake)..................................

.............In the very moment that you left....with that sweet breath my love....breath 
in,...breath out,....breath in,.........Oh' what fate, that could not hold myn own as long, 
and you were gone,_______ waiting to exhale.


Details | Rhyme | |

circus

they paint my body,
and make me sing,
a smile i want,
from the man in the ring,

bend me this way,
throw me there,
with opened mouths,
they sit and stare,

i catch the eyes,
of one in the crowd,
of flowing laughter,
growing loud,

they see my chains,
my silent cries,
with each twirl in the air,
my spirit dies,

the lights go down,
i sit and wait,
as the one i love,
closes the gate

i wish for light,
where i used to fly,
before i was here,
where the clowns still cry


Details | Rhyme | |

Hands Awake

Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.

Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.

Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.

Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.

Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!

Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.

Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.

In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…

Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.

O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!


Details | Classicism | |

Saddness

              I've fallen apart inside
          My saddness is hard to hide, 
        I got an overwhelming headache
      from my devestating heartbreak
        I feel sick and lost because I lost someone I love,
       Feeling like I'm living the worst nightmare you could ever think of.
                     It's critical the way I feel
          It's a deep pain that can never be healed
                         I just wanna runaway
           Somewhere very far to see a brighter day
                     Just know accidents causes heartbreaks
          I lost someone so real never fake.
           He's in heaven now because only the best God will take.       


Details | Lyric | |

Suffering Is The Same As Living

Hope, tonight, is just a void Love is destroyed Reality impending my doom Suffering a dream that was never made for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Don’t worry I’ll be fine I can just wait, wait as in all eternity You deserve to be happy and free I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me You travel all across in my veins Showing you share my pain But my life was never meant for me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me I'm sorry for those days I've ruined your life Best you just ignore, forevermore I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I’m just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me
**Morten Veland, Guitarist, Male Vocalist and Main Songwriter of Sirenia, formerly of Tristania**


Details | Pastoral | |

He Never Left




      ------

What a friend We
    Find in Jesus
He sat up on that
     CROSS
As if it all was lost
Obviously the plan
Didn't do what they
        Say//
      ------
Fore He arose yet again
      For the first time
In an matter of the
       Third Day

            GF


Details | I do not know? | |

I Wanna Go Home ( Tomorrow )

Declarations of Independence
Shadows of rock on roll
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
 
Exchanging love letters 
and dirty looks
I love you
and History books
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
 
Sell your soul
Save my skin
Rock and roll
and violins
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
Tell me lies 
and take them back
Hide and seek
and fade to black
Show me yours
I'll show you mine
How are you?
I'm doing fine
I want to go home
I wanna go home
I want to go home
Tomorrow
 
 
I'm still here standing still
Take the hill
It's time to kill
I want to go home 
I wanna go -


Details | Rhyme | |

When I am gone, I am still here

 When i am gone and you can no longer see my face,
Just know in my heart you'll never be replaced

When i am gone, left you without a goodbye or a trace, 
When my absence makes itself known and your life like
footsteps take on a sadder, slower pace remember i am always here, always near

Can you feel me wipe away your tears? Whispering in your ear
Informing you that better days are near and you have nothing to fear for my arms wrap Around you becoming your shield    

My words are growing thin and i have nothing more to say
Just remember even when I'm gone, I am never too far away....  I am still here


Details | Sonnet | |

Robert Michum 7-1-97 Jimmy Stewart 7-2-97 Charles Kuralt 7-4-97

         ROBERT MITCHUM-----7/1/97
          JIMMY STEWART-----7/2/97
           CHARLES KURALT------7/4/97
On lifes long road, who knows where are the ends
and when the ones we love leave us alone
what words express the loss of dearest friends
held oh! so dear, whom all the world has known?

Was this their highway junction to all time?
Our grief would be too great for only one,
and three together taken, shouldn't rhyme
but brings reality now that they're gone.

Out on the road, with Charlie, Bob and Jim,
we see ourselves in all they've ever done,
as memories, some bright and others grim,
from reel to reel, and love them every one.

They told our stories, every one was real,
as if they knew exactly how we feel.
               God Speed, My Friends
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Short Story in Verse

He was a guard dog
And very good at his job,
But one night he met a man
Who had killing on his mind.

The man was an assassin
With a contract to complete,
But the dog also had a job
Which he took very seriously.

She was the only witness 
In a very important case,
She was also a detective
So she knew what danger was.

The night before the trial began,
The killer made his move
To take care of this witness
So she could never testify.

He crept softly through an open window,
And slowly climbed the stairs,
He drew his gun and opened the door,
But a cyclone met him inside.

The dog had been waiting
With a growl deep in his throat,
He threw himself at that killer
And bore him over the rail.

The witness drew her weapon
And jumped up out of bed,
She heard the screams and growling,
And quickly went down the stairs.

The killer lay quiet on the floor
With the dog standing over him,
"Hold him, Tiger"! she commanded
"While I report this on the phone."

The killer went to prison,
The witness testified,
So now this story is ending,
I hope you, dear readers, are satisfied.



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Serenade To The Wolf

When we are rendered alone
And don't know where we should go
We new to overcome
The forces who drag us under

Some will persist to stay
But the darkness only grows ever stronger
It's time to anew

Though it gets harder every day
I'll promise I'll always live for you
There's no need to state your pain
I already see it in your eyes
We can break from their lies
Come and see what you have
come and see what you have is me


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Letter to Mum and Dad

Letter to Mum and Dad

Dear Mum, Dear Dad, you're gone from my life.
I remember you now as a good husband and wife.
Dad, I saw you lay there. Lifeless, quite still.
The shocks that they gave you, zapped at my will.

When I touched you, your body, still warm, lips blue.
A far cry from the father, the man I once knew.
Your cheeks in contrast, stood out, quite bold.
Your hand I touched. That memory I hold.

Mum, I never saw you, when you passed away.
You were alone in your bed, so it's for you that I pray.
I remember you most, for the love that you gave me.
Always caring, never judging, I wished I could save thee.

Now that you're gone, I don't feel alone.
You're the best parents in life, this child could have known.
So it's with you in memory, my life has begun.
I remain as always, your ever loving son.


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Onward Christian Soldiers

Open are his arms
Never will The Almighty leave you
Will given to Him triumphs against the enemy
All who cry out in Jesus’ name none can harm
Righteous in heart all must crave from start
Death is the test be it not in vain


Details | I do not know? | |

Trying,,

You lie awake at night, Thinking,

Wondering, Searching through the webs of Lies,

Death, Cheat, Heartbreak that life has brought you.

There's no one to help you near by.

No one to comfort you.

To tell you everything will be fine.

You're on your own.

You can die trying 

OR

You can die trying Alone.

-Brittany- 
(thank you for reading and if you may please comment and rate i like to read what people say.. thank you)


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Diedre II

Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode I cunnan sense her embrace that felans gelic Tragedy A Heart to hath, slipped beneoðan waw The dark pulse nou beckons us closer How many daegs will this passion bledan way We will beon the ans left to blame Bewarian we hath be-came their prey They say thou hast ben addicted to thy pain A life-leas cold barren soul left to die in the rain A whisper to close to the edge A ceallian fram the dark Bringan ut a saving sparke An exodus fram her pain Her life spent braeð in shame A Shadow ceallian brecans the silence Eom I the an to blame Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode Don thoust not know Deirdre naefre said wrong Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode “My decadence wesan just for thee Though thou never hast cared of what I hath been through Enter the world hwaer empathy is clandestine A world created by thee, just for me Hwaet is lecgan in my heart Is why thou wants to through the stan” I call thy name towards nightfall’s reign But they take thou so feorr way A dark engel so devin Cursed by Eden’s Heart I will avenge every tear An exodus fram her pain Her life spent braeð in shame A Shadow ceallian brecans the silence Eom I the an to blame Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode Don thoust not know Deirdre naefre said wrong Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode Don thoust not know Deidre’s eode


Details | I do not know? | |

Voodoo Spell

My best mate went to see a voodoo Dr
he wished upon a voodoo spell
i went to the cemetery to visit his grave
i was searching high and low until
i found my mates head stone
i smoked a joint and blew the frost 
off a couple of cold ones.
I dug up my mates grave only to find
it was filled with filthy worms and decaying
human flesh.
I sat back blew a joint i heard my mate say
don't stand over my grave and weep
i am not their.
I looked up and saw my mate looking like a
zombie what a mess
i always knew he had a thing for sweet
smelling blood. 
But this was over the top my mate had no
life in his eyes  i touch his skin it was ice cold.
I believe he sold his soul.
will my mate be walking the earth forever ?
like a vampire or feasting on the bones of the dead?
Beware of voodoo spells


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The Far Side Of Existance

The sun shadows spots
On the other side
Where the day breaks
Over no love in sight
Ill just cast off
My angels pride
Clip my wings
In spite

The ghastly voices echoing
For eternity they shall ring
From the lowest dimension
Ever known
They are crying out
About being alone

For goodness sake
The badness wins
Every once in a little while
Is it wrong for me to smile
Wingless, my mind still flys

An earthquake shakes
The epicenter
From fault lines
The doubt can enter
Growing feeding on
Your weakest link
A chasm erupts
Into a divide
With differences standing
On either side

Living dead,
Or just dead living
Not one thought
Is really worth giving
If no control is owned by you
Spiraling thoughts
The death of you

And the coldness freezes
The lovers pride
After this existence
They reunite
A rendezvous 
for one last kiss
The soul leaves the body
The same way it enters it
Like a baby born into
A plane of infinite mysteries


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Sanguinary Lord

A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader’s reign Against the sand and the desert’s wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug


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O' Sandy

As we lay beneath the moons glare
A simple look will never prepare
It seems quite
It seems peaceful
Without the light nothing appears displaced
Only that sight is a lie, not really a sight
The suns arrival comes with the truth
Now we can see what needs to be seen
It disguises as if it was a dump
Yet, it never was the place of any garbage
A day ago it was a living society set with a stage
The performance came her name was sandy
The audience took her act to heart
She took lives
She took memories
She tore us all apart
A scary performance, always to be remembered 
Now to fix up, the damage that was widespread



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Lost Love

I sat under the trees tonight
Watching the stars play in the leaves,
I could see the shadows in your hair
As if you were here with me at last.

I still think of you so often
And  wonder where you are right now,
I think of how we would talk and gaze
Into each other's eyes for hours.

Now that I am older, my love
I miss you all the more,
I love you just as I did before, 
Your face is always with me here.

Death took you too soon,
I will love you until I die.


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HEAVENLY MOTHER...

one day you
were there
the next you
are in heaven
God must have
seen you struggling
but now you
live with God
and Jesus
in heaven

when it rains
i think of you
in heaven
crying cause it
is sad you cant
be here

i love you mom
your the best
no one can
replace you, never


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War machine

I blaze when i shine young soldier, Your job is hard you got my shoulder
Dont cry just grow up be older, your a war machine now your colder
but dont worry ill still stand to holdya, i got your back young soldier

Everyone even at a young age hase feelings
They shape us to who we are with meanings
peace for one world is anothers bond brothers dreaming
i watched us grow up we were hurt but now we are healing


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ROXY, THE ROTTWEILER

Roxy as the loudest rottweiler in Waterbury, an historic town in Connecticut,
Roxy was a vigilante dog, which never let a stranger or a burglar in;
once this ranch home was a haven, thanks for the love she had shown!
While I was watching my favorite movie, she joined in with interest; 
I padded her to let her know that I approved of her curiosity,
and I spoiled her with foods that dogs shouldn't eat: like cookies and pastry! 



On the sunniest days of spring and summert, we spent many hours playing, I threw the ball
and she would find it anywhere on the lawn and bring it back breathing heavily;
whoever says that dogs can't be human?....They have already proven that to us
by being our best friends! A dog can rescue a child from a burning house,
and jump into the coldest pool and bring that baby unharmed to safety;
and many of them take risks that we wouldn't take, to protect us in dangerous situations!



Canines have been our bodyguards since ancient times...Homer, the blind poet, had one, too,
but what they don't have is a spirit like ours, that spirit which returns, upon death, to God;
and will they ever go to Heaven with us? Our answer should be no, but the odds of taking  
them with us, wouldn't be favorable, so we must leave them behind in their earthly dwelling! 
When we'll be resurrected by Christ, we'll remember these loyal and dear companions
that shared our affections, our joy of loving, and our same fate: living and dying like we do!
     



Roxy was the gentlest and the most affectionate dog that ever lived, Roxy kept me from harm;
and what she gave was more than anyone could ever give! And my appreciation and gladness
were demonstrated in my caring ways: making sure she was well-fed and had plenty 
of water to drink, when I would be gone for hours...and on my return, she would greet me 
with a loud bark, and licking my cheeks, she jumped on me and tickled me with her paws!  
Roxy was a gift from a neighbor who died alone; she entrusted her to me, and called me son!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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RETURN TO HELL - Monsieur L'Vampyre

 MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE Return To Hell
Tonight love flies from where love never seems
to occupy, it comes from time somewhere,
and long ago, from emptiness of dreams
you've long forgot, but they are steaming there

deep in the night, from where I've spread my wings
and fly into your life in need of me
but be aware, sometimes my love it stings
upon your neck but sets your spirit free;

and then we fly through all of time and space
into the mist that's lifting cool and blue
back to the forests long burned by the race
straight to the heart of love that bothers you;

and you will love me like you've loved before
when you were someone else demanding more.

Take wing my love! There's naught your heart should fear
It's just like deja vu or times gone by
look deep into your death--love will appear
your love will never let your spirit die

and all are just as undead as I've been,
the only difference is you you come and go,
while dying as you have I've never seen
nor had the peace of mind the dead all know.

but love is constant in my life and heart
demanding blood be pumping through my vein
and when you feel my bite you'll be a part
of everything I've ever been, again.

Yes you have lived before and loved too well
and that's the price you pay to live in Hell.


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Lucky charm

Breaks an egg and out comes the sun
Begging for forgiveness
For lighting
Ducks sailing on the spikes
Women watching them trough keyholes,
Light diffracted into Meduses-
My happy face
Circularly deformed-
The brave man behind lens
Is the sunset’s zipper
Of the blue eye spot-
Her face – mechanic eyes
Lied on the floor, naked-
A pomegranate breaks beside her-
Lucky charm, said someone –


(originally written in modern Greek and released in February 2006 from Nocturnal 
Publications – translated here by the author)


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It'll Be Okay

Hold my hand, don't ever let go
close your eyes, it'll save you from
the war we're in. Innocence doesn't matter.
Can you smell the burning embers?

Cling to me, I'll protect you.
The horrors surrounding us won't
Taint you no matter how hard they
try i promise.

I scream and you cry. It's just another day on the train,
Cold and starving, surrounded
by others dressed in filth.

Death's perfume rest in
The air. Filling our lungs
Making it so hard to breathe.
"It'll be okay"

My hands cover your ears
in hope that the others' tears
wont haunt your dreams too.
Can you smell the burning embers??

In the distance, I hear
Their orders. Slowly,
The crowd moves
Taking you from me.

Our fingers cling to each other
As dirty tears slip down our faces.
They come and rip you away.
There's nothing I can do.


a number is put on my arm.
Have they branded you the way they
Did me?? All of us are
Treated like we're parasites

My dignity is destroyed
when they force me to take
off my clothes. I cry again
When cold water splashes Me

Herded with the others,
I try to find you but
to no avail. My head hangs
When i realize that I'm alone

Days and weeks pass.
Night is the worst, the
cold cuts into me like
a knife through butter.

a light shone into my eyes
forces me awake. They grab me
from the ground and
push me into a room.

Again, they take away my
rags. Naked, I'm forced into
A small room with
Showerheads.

Fingers touch my shoulder,
I turn to see you and shout
with happiness as we embrace.
The showers turn on.

Your eyes water and
I cough. It's suddenly
hard to breathe. we
cling togetger and cough.

around us, others
are falling. together,
we collapse. I smile.
"It'll be okay."


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To My Wife Joyce Standeford

    My mind's a naturalistic blur;
    She is a hazy green image
    pressed up against the lens
    Our hands press against each other
    only separated by the glass;
    her body is in the shape of crucifixion
    tired arms sagging, feet clinched
    But she sprung from a garden
    once clothed in leaves and life;
    I will die with her, a green tree.

    My Joy, sweet, true,
    Greenish in petals, nature's favorite hue
    You've reached the hill-tops, and
    The sun's yellow flame
    Is now a streak of red, racing past us
    To the land of the dead
    And one day we will meet it there.

    Day unfolds Joy's velvet face;
    She yawns, stretches her
    Round slight jaw at the yellow
    sky. I die for her; she dies too.
    Her desire is for flesh foods;
    Her groans consume my logic; fire
    Clothes her nakedness, her womb
    She gasps for breath and wants
    To drink the sadness of men.

    My Joy, sweet, true,
    Your body's green, tears blue
    Body bowed, droplets of dew
    Do all but taste your sweetness
    And look how sorrowful you shine
    Spinning your petals
    To turn water into wine
    How proud you are of what only the sun
    Has done; I poke gently your stretched skin,
    Feel the strained tenuous echo
    Of strings I've played within
    Wrapped in your body
    I feel enraptured now as then.

    I die for her and she dies too.
    Her heat gasps with the warmth
    Of glowing coals within her, fiery;
    I quit my desire, strangle myself
    With my own bone, cut short
    To calm the bursting blood; red-faced,
    The strength within me starts to bud
    So I am young once more and willing
    To be dumb again in love.

    My Joy, sweet, tenuous,
    I once could play you soft and timorous
    Tears swashing green upon your skin
    Our morning dew did know no sin.
    But dusk falls rapidly upon us
    Skin once beautiful now onerous
    Wrinkles us in shame, still honor finds us
    In the dirges that remind me
    Of the life that's lost behind us.

    My Joy, sweet, tender, kind
    How proud and sorrowful you shine
    I must carry you within
    Buried bodies know no sin;
    You are beautiful and bright
    Burn your brightest here tonight
    And as dusk begins to call
    Let us here upon it fall

    Our closely sewn shadows touch silk, the cloth of our doom
    And the curtains of death do shroud us in eternity's womb.

    Don V Standeford 


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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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Her Shining Soul Rests

Her Shining Soul Rests


Hot tear drops splatter upon her sad floor
 washing the way as her prayers implore
 tender mercies to answer desperate pleas
 a mother begs in despair on bended knees

Broken heart invades cries of needed healing
 when sick child yells out in painful feeling
 mother asks for God's sweet merciful grace
 hot tear drops splatter down from her face

Daughter looks up with tear stained eyes 
 asks mother , O' please tell me the whys
 God allows this bad disease to hurt me so
 when I die dear mother, where shall I go

A tender wipe of sweat from her long tresses
 mother groaned as she so very sadly confesses
 only God knows the answer to such mysteries
 man has begged answers through all histories

A prayer given in faith sent in tragic times
 reprieve begged for past unforgiven crimes
 a note sent for miracles from our God above
 a mother's tears marked the request with love

Hot tears splattered upon her bedroom floor
 sun rose , her sweet child smiled no more
 God's answer had graced her child that night
 shining soul rests in Heaven, in heavenly delight 

Robert J. Lindley, 07-30-2014

Written from story told of my mother's baby sister's 
death at age five in 1933.. My mother said her sister 
Mary lay there that sad morn with a very beautiful 
smile on her face!
My grandmother cried so hard that she passed out


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The Head collector

With a blade in one hand and a spade in the other,
The man goes to work,
Bodies on the ground,
the living soon to be found,
When the blade meets necks,
and the heads roll.

Collecting the head he takes care,
For tradition he cannot spare,
With fresh water he bathes,
In the sun he slaves,
To honor the valiant dead,

For he knows the way,
as his father before him,
What is the human body,
Filled with waste and want,
But the head,
Even dead,
Has more spirit than a skin of filth,

so with respect in his heart he continues to work,
Respecting the dead,
Cleansing the heads,
So that the warriors are remembered.


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Who Am I Where Am I Going

Who Am I? Where Is My Life Going? Who am I? Where is my life going? Have I turned the “wrong” direction? Without knowing? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man. The adversities I faced... I was determined to withstand. But as I’m growing older, and my body is achin.’ It seems like many of my goals in life have been forsaken. What have ! accomplished all of these years? As the end of my life is drawing ever so near… If I gained everything in this world. But my soul is lost… Have I done my best for God? Whatever the cost? During these past few days, it’s becoming clear to me. There is a God who really does love me! I’ve started reading his word. And have heard his voice. It was he that first loved me. I was HIS choice! He has a plan for my life and one purpose in mind. And shall always be with me… Till the end of time! Whatever time I have left… And each day that is spent… I come to Jesus now and I humbly repent! Whatever direction I am now going is a blessing indeed. For God now directs me and supplies my every need! I don’t have to questions my goals, ambitions or dreams. I am enjoying a new life. That only Jesus brings! Christ is my everything! The answer to my every prayer! My life is now kept in HIS tender mercy and care! By Jim Pemberton 10/30/11


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IN THIS ACT OF PAIN, I TAKE MY VENGENCE

Beyond the illusion of skin and polite talk a shadow dwells within me, whispering unto me my deepest ugly thoughts, my secret sins, my foul intentions and slowly devouring the goodness in me.

it draws its filth from my chosen path smearing it with deceit.

The stains of the fear of having to lose an anticipated love

loathing those you remember with hate and those whose care for you is bare,

an anger driven by a hunger to care, to feel, to live.

This pain that I alone understand and cherish is master

luring me with an apparition of a budding flower, a beautiful maiden women

who comes to me in full consciousness drawing me to a secluded place

where I am vulnerable with need for company and she feeds from this - my loneliness.

With her electrifying touch, her infectious smile and the maze of her luminous eyes

I beg her to enslave me. Her voice seducing my mysterious soul into a colourful trance of mellowing.

she lived for us, died for us and in death refused to part

in eternity seeking our unison,

in her existing even though beyond this realm

she erupts the fires of a longing an enfolding passion that quickly rises and towers down and over everything I have ever believed was.

From a dull world so familiar to me of grey, black and white she leads me on to a vast land of dreams that fills me with new emotions.

Colours freshly bloom before my eyes and all this for my heart to take warmth.

Now let me alone with this pain I am forever an addict to.

The stab of it stinging my dull being filling me with a high that thrills and fills my vacant space with a loud haunting scream.

Oh! I bleed this poem from my very soul, as she whispers unto me.

My hope in her goodness that shuns out the darkness that seeks to possess my soul.


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The Cave, The Tiger, and the Cell Phone

I was in a cave and my best friend and I were trapped with just one way out,
And there was a tiger,
And my best friend said lie down and we’ll hide,
So we hid,
And we were under a grey flannel blanket,
And my friend said, “Keep Still”.
And so we laid there half asleep for hours,
Waiting to be devoured.
And my cell phone rung and I knew it was my wife,
And I threw the cell phone hoping to distract the tiger,
The tiger heard the cell phone,
Went to the cell phone,
And followed our scent.
I laid as still as I could.
I laid without fear, but also without the absence of fear.
I laid waiting.
And the tiger went to my friend and began to lick him.
And he began to whimper,
And I began to delight in his whimper, for it was not me that the tiger was licking.
And I felt the hot breath of the tiger, and was comforted that his hunger in that 
moment was not for me.
And I laid hypnotized by the hot breath of the tiger, mesmerized by the tiger’s 
comforting touch.
But still I did not rejoice,
I simply laid still.
And the tiger began to chew,
And as the tiger chewed I heard my friend whimper,
But still, I laid still, waiting in hope, waiting in silent rejoicing,  for my opportunity 
to escape.
And I heard my friend stop whimpering,
And I felt the hot breath of the tiger beginning to fade,
And I looked toward the side of my eye at the tiger beginning to feed,
And I jumped up and grabbed my cell phone and bounded for the exit.
In the end, when the tiger comes haunting,
We are often neither good nor evil, strong nor weak, courageous or cowardly,
In the end, when the tiger comes haunting,
We are simply slaves of the instinct to survive.
And so I hope in God’s freedom.
I hope in God’s freedom for me, my friend, and even the tiger.
Not because we are so good as to deserve it or so evil as to default to it,
But rather because God is neither like me, my friend, or the tiger,
But like something so sublime as to love us all.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Monarch Asks

Will you decide to stand with me?
When I demand this world?
Support the future that I see?
Salute my flag unfurled?
Direct my troops in peace and war?
Defend my life with yours?
Follow orders that you abhor?
Find spies within the corps?
Advise wisely without error?
Arise to each challenge?
Only to be Coffin Bearer,
once fools achieve revenge?


Details | Free verse | |

Camille

Wake up to find its not just a dream, 
the morning rips a new wound of reality. 
Forever gone, Forever missing, 
All the regrets building up inside of me. 
I could have been better, 
cause you were the best, 
I love you with everything 
now you took your last breath. 
You went, happily 
and chased the birds over that rainbow bridge, 
I hope your watching from above c
ause when you left you took a part of my heart

...RIP My Beautiful Puppy. I Love You Camille Baby?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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Alone With No Sense Of Direction

I am a lost person, but I am not alone.
I make choices in my life and I choose to let go.
I need a change of space, and my lyrical notes,
The beauty and the face should fade, but more I want to grow.
The nobility in life is sad, when madness is a nuisance and insanity a fad.
I have some regrets, some I can't forget,
but If I can't forgive myself, then who will forgive my sins?
I'll give it my all, and pray I win.
I'll keep my heart locked and throw away the key,
never let anyone inside, so I can remain free.
Can I question a higher power, or would I be dead,
The scum of the earth, creating poetry that is read,
by the mindless masses, blaming the heart to death,
I hope this will heal me, burning the past, 
The beauty in the innocence, never really lasts.
I have a feeling tonight will open my eyes, 
and guide me too the light instead of lies.
I'm praying to god that you are how I think you are,
because I need compassion, not just a broken heart.
I don't know why I like you, but you seem to close to part.
Please don't leave me here, surrounded in the dark.


Details | Haiku | |

Ferocious Unexplainable Drive

Thirsting without quench
Faith be that of endurance
Satisfied at thrown


Details | Rhyme | |

LOVE LETTER

Dedication to unconditional love and soul 
salvation

I AM the ONE who loves thee
The ONE who cared enough to die for thee

I AM HE who redeemed thee
The ONE who rose from the dead to comfort thee

I AM the ONE who will always be with thee
The ONE who will never forsake thee

I AM HE who is integrity
The ONE who imparts truth in thee

I AM HE who was sent to save thee
The ONE who bore all your infirmities

I AM HE who will come back for thee
Just be a soul who truly loves ME


                    YESHUA


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The Gravestone Of Melanie Walker

Here lies Melanie Walker.
A legendary hooker of old.
Her customers must have loved her
because they bought her a coffin of gold.


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Take Me

I'll be you're victim take me and not her I'll do anything you 
wan't me to I won't say a word you're secret is kept inside a 
box I call home I don't know what you look like even though 
I seen you're face pently times around here I anit gonna 
show them how you are even though I know how you are 
things had change about you I see what made you act this 
way??? you're eyes are even clearly blood shoot red and 
you're face is meaner then ever something made you change 
and I wish I can turn you back to the man I knew years back 
theres some good still in you don't let get fade away give 
that nice person you have hinted inside I won't tell a soul 
how soft you truly are


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Shadows in Candlelight

Feeble and hunched over
his movement stumbles
as shuffling feet echo
in the shadows
of a candle-lit
forgotten church
as the old priest
performs his sacred rituals
to a few faithful followers


A commitment to the cloth
harbourer of hidden secrets
an unclaimed inheritance
no longer passed on
the last remaining elders
keepers of unwanted wisdom
take their secrets
to the grave


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inner agitation

I sat beside you on a couch
In canted ground-
I sat on its lower side-
On purpose-
Waiting for you to roll over me-
But you were hanging tight on the upper side,
And that pushed me to look up in the sky
And wish the earth was vertical-




(originally written in modern Greek and released in February 2006 from Nocturnal 
Publications – translated here by the author)


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My Thoughts

Here I am. Alone here I sat. 
My mind wrapped in many thoughts. 
Those I care not to have. 
The ones of my life, a woman near my heart. 
The pain and pleasures are like doing uppers and downers. 
Feeling your hearts going burst if it don't cease. 
What does one do in this case I wonder? 
It's not of my heart I want destroy but loving as the man I am. 
There the differculties are with being human. 
Not being able to control the thoughts as they run wild. 
What is it really like to live alone? 
I know its lonely but how does one cope with this? 
Even when their thoughts are upon things that matter. 
How does the mind think or is it really the heart feeling these thoughts? 
I know that's where the pain exist because its not my head that hurts. 
It is the thinking of having everything you ever wanted in life. 
Including the woman you love so dearly. 
It is of my sucess I have accomplish even after many have robbed me blind. 
It is that will to survive that keeps my fight alive. 
But that of my inner being telling me that life is a lie. 
That it's only a joke to live. 
But there I have struggle still standing tall even when I am knock down. 
It is the eye of the tiger and the roar of a lion I cry. 
That of my soul just feels like screaming to the top of my lungs and falling to my knees and 
saying,lord take me. 
Ease this pain I'm in. 
But let not life kill me nor my thoughts I have. 
But make me stronger in thy ways. 
But end this day and not let me wake. 
For I am dieing of these thoughts and feelings I have,Please! 
Somebody help me before I go insane and lose my mind. 
These thoughts are crazy but of a woman I love. 
That I can not stand the thought of her in others arms. 
But my thoughts is I must go on. 
Because I am the man I am and there's nothing I can do about this. 
Except stay strong and survive until the day of my life has come. 
By then,I probably be old and grey,still wondering how I'm going to make the next day.


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Eternally United

I feel separated Torn apart Because when you left You took my heart You took my life You took my love You left me here And went above Now you’re waiting For us to be united But you’ll have to wait a little more Because I’ve yet to be invited


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A Witch's Irony

Three witches
by one sword drawn
from heaven at the
inching of day
thrice regarded, naught
but once slain
for high treason by jury
though not of sound mind
idolatrous fancy its credo
and kind
but divine be certain mercy
oft a misnomer of fools
for whom heresy converts
in the shallowest pool
therefore say the witches let
fate run her course
when the fire avenges
let it be from our source


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Stolen Gift

I loan you my soul
So we both can be whole
But you don't give it back
And the light fades to black

I loan you mind
The knot that we bind
Is twisting too tight
I can't sleep at night

I loan you my ear
So we both can hear
I loan you my eyes so we see
But you keep on shouting
And whining and pouting
Aiming all of your insults at me

I loan you my body
I loan you my heart
I have nothing left
Now I'm falling apart


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At the Pawnshop

I walk in, It almost feels cold
Letting go to all the unknown
That ring you got me a promise we didn’t keep
 a frame of  a picture of us
You didn’t stay out long enough for me to need
The key to the house
That we couldn’t afford to love
And here are my mom tears that I couldn’t afford to give up 
Then last are the broken promise that were made to keep
I lost a friend, a dad, a house, and maybe me
But you can have it all whatever you need
I’m looking for something that was taken from us
Please pawnshop I’m begging it’s a must
He is ours for us to keep…tell God he belongs to me
He’s too young to be up there
Please …just tell me if you find him anywhere 


In dedication of ended relationship, a father who is always in jail, a family home we lost and lastly my 17-year cousin who was take from us to soon
Rip Bebo


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demo

To be said 
	What are you look at ?
cutting down these days by 
	
	Mother board specification ...

... Rainbow shimmer Smirk ...
	To be said 
Above 
	or 
		below 
we all crawl in the mud 
	trying to 
remember those wings ...
Consuming when you laugh w-/ it 
	lost among ..
The rest of our demographic


Details | Limerick | |

Remains and Residue of Love

56 years. 

Now he lives on the 8th floor, 
she lives on the sixth. 

2 floors, 
two buttons, 
and 20 feet away. 


He travels 
by cane. 

Relieved 
they don't make those things 
out of saw-dust, 
she lives 

2 buttons, 
two floors, 
and 20 feet away. 


Too much momentum 
to spin her attempts, 
he waits for her guide downstairs.

Paces in front of the window each day, 
and when she makes her move, 
he hurries down 
-well, he tries- 
so she won’t assemble outside, 
unaccompanied. 

Always wondered what they talked about, 
perhaps the loss of their only daughter 
thirty years ago. 

perhaps not.

That other day 
she sat alone, 
and I thought 

... he may have just had taken a nap... 
and as she rested there waiting, 

she joined him, 
in the only way she could.



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last wish

bring withered purple roses to my grave
when I’ll be gone...
and light a candle too...
I’ll know the light is there because of you...
don't cry, my friend, we die just once...
be brave...
and when my grave in roses scent will lave,
I’ll know you'll weep upon it...
and it's true,
I’ll miss this world, and more, I will miss you...
but then, my friend, we die just once...
be brave...
I’ll still be watching, as a windy wave,
upon your soul, from heavens, hoping you
will find somehow a way to say "adieu",
because, my friend, we die just once...
be brave...
so when you'll come to see my earthly grave,
remember me how I remember you...
just with a loving smile, as I’ll have, too,
up-ther', wher'I’ll be gone, my friend so brave...


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I Want to Be Where Jesus Is

I Want to Be Where Jesus Is!

Where Jesus is,
 I want to be with him
I’ll honor HIM because
I love him!
 
Into his direction
 I shall go…
His word in my life,
 I must daily know.

What he says to me,
 I must carefully listen,
His will for my life,
 I don’t want to be missin’.

His love for me…
I want to receive,
His abundant life is what
 I aim to achieve.

Thank you Jesus for 
helping me to see…
I need much more of you, 
and a lot less of me!


By Jim Pemberton


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Esther Arbuthnott 1847 Her Ancient Photograph

          ESTHER ARBUTHNOT--1847 From Her Ancient Photograph
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound,
of a time that's long forgotten, though it seems to hang around,
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known,
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone.

All the way from County Down, you were a dream I had to find,
though so long you were forgotten, you were always on my mind.
In your photograph your eyes are reaching out, perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you, but I never really see.

In your Book of Shadows, reading, is another person's sin,
but you open it to anyone who's wanting to come in.
There's a candle always burning in my window late at night,
and I'd love you in a moment, but that wouldn't make it right.

Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, in the Heaven of your eyes,
love is gone and you've been dying, and it's then I realize,

you have found it all in Heaven, and it's such a part of you,
all the sad you had been living in this life will have to do.
it's an Irish kind of feeling, to be dying when you're dead,
and a lot of Irish whiskey only lightens up your head.
       © ron  wilson


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A Question of Honor

Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views


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Forever & Never

you promised me forever
now i guess its never?
i looked at you and believed in love
now i dont think it was anything but a bluff.
i believed you loved me
now i can truly see
you want her instead of me
i just wanna flee
away from this world of love that i knew
its all turning blue
your the only one i want
but you left me in the dirt
i lve you forever
you love me never.


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THE CYBERLOVE

........THE CYBERLOVE
Through time and space, you've come and found me here,
at first I guessed that you were only dreams,
that come and go, so far away, yet near,
and in a time where nothings as it seems.

Too much of you fell on me from the start,
from out of night, where winds of love are blown,
deep in another time, as if a part,
of all I've ever been and ever known.

Deep in a candle flame, that burning sight,
I feel you near, across the universe,
and touch your love, bounced from a satellite,
and make of you my blessing and my curse.

No matter--you've become my love again,
from out of cyberspace, where you have been.
..............© ron wilson


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My cats death

Filled with no more than a breath of warm fresh air,
 exhausted, he dies
His last breath, heavy and sullen, 
pours out from between his cherry pink lips
Flowing down the sides of his, light blue blush cheeks,
 constantly licking its way down
From there it flows about the floor in desperate need of human muzzle
Dragging itself from here to there and spreading itself out thin
When it came upon a sleeping cat, 
with no remorse of stinking foul, crept inside its nose
The cat wakes, places several masks upon its face,
 then blows it right back out
The breath, lighter now, 
finds hope in only death and dies
The cat perplexed can only sigh.


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SHE NEVER GAVE UP

Passing through the wrought iron gate
To the graveside of his beloved late,
His hat removed, he knelt down
On one knee beside her on the ground
Placing flowers on the grave of his mate.

Some how he felt she was not dead
But only rested there instead.
He called her name, and spoke to her
As if she heard, as if she were
Understanding whatever he said.

He said, “I miss you, Martha dear”.
While his hand wiped away a tear
He told her that he missed her much,
Talked about their kids and such
“Oh, I wish you could be here”.

“I don’t know what to say to you
With the war and all we’re going through.
Like all wars that have ever been, 
The undertakers always win.
And the loss is more than a few.”

“I guess now you’re not so alone.
With James, Ann, and Jacob gone.
Things may not look so bad to me
If I only knew your thoughts you see.
How I wish you were here at home.”

Then, he heard a church bell chime
Reminding him of an earlier time
When Martha’s wishes on his ear fell
“Take our children, and raise them well”
As the ringing of the bell was her sign.

So he slowly arose to walk away 
Then stopped, and turned to her to say
"You never give up. Do you, dear?"
Then grinned and wiped another tear.
He’d heard her speak from the grave.

“Saddle the horses, my carriage bring.
Can you not hear the church bells ring?
Did you think I’d forgotten it‘s Sunday?”
The family heard him shout and say.
And the church bells continued to sing.


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A Dog's Last Journey, Revised

Walking down the road, hungry and cold,
The dog whimpered, not knowing she was old,
Nor did she know that the man she loved,
Was trying to send her to Heaven above.

The old dog had cancer and her head would ache,
She shivered and found it was hard to stay awake,
She lay down at last, still fighting the pain
And thought of the warm house as it started to rain.

The dog had been true and had loved the man
who knew his dog was worth more than His plans,
He turned and drove back to help his old friend,
And found her fighting the pain right up to the end.

He picked up his dog and stroked the gray head,
Then drove the dog home and placed her in bed,
Turned on soft music and gazed long at his pet,
Then with hot tears of sorrow, took her to the vet.

He held his friend tightly as the vet gave the last shot,
The dog licked her friend's hand as Her world became dark.


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As We LookThrough Time

As We Look Through Time…

As we look through time, and the kingdoms that failed…
There was much war and wickedness that prevailed!

That there were many things built through my labor.
Mankind can’t still get along with his neighbor.

Even the mightiest of the warriors have fallen!
That day when the winds of death came callin’!

There’s been much heartaches, and many who’ve cried…
As we have all family and loved ones who’ve died!

In spite of all our efforts…  And all we’ve done.
There’s nothing new that happens,
 “under the sun.”

There’s a God in heaven who still reigns supreme.
He know all about us.  He knows
 and sees everything!

Time was divided with Jesus’ death on the cross!
Without him…  Everything is meaningless and lost!

He provides time with hope and an anticipation…
And offers freely, his grace and salvation!

As we look through time, and all God has given.
He still gives us time, for our sins to be forgiven!

Won’t you take time and accept 
what he offers to give you!
He’s waiting! And wants to change and bless you!

This same God, who made this world many years ago,
Can make you brand new!  
And completely whole!

By Jim Pemberton   11/08/12


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Jesus Gave His Life


Jesus gave his life! He wants to share it!
Will you take up the cross?  And bear it?

He asks us to “take up the cross
 and follow him.”
He’s what we need!  
The sacrifice for our sin!

He provides peace, love and rest for all!
There’s no problem too great
 or too small!

His life for yours…  
What choice will you make?
Please do it now…  
Before it’s too late!

Right now!  Today! 
 You can be made clean!
God is always with you!  
And can do anything!

The opportunity is given!.  
The choice must be made!
Will you be free in Christ?  
Or be sin’s slave?

All it takes is spending 
 time in prayer!
Jesus is here now!  
And can meet you right there!


By Jim Pemberton   


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A Ripple In Time

Through the eyes of an innocents one lies
In the mental static of one who soon dies
The trauma of all the things experience
He or She needs lots of guidance
Ones hand grasps the air with hope
When the stars tend to elope
The waves of the years start to show
The winds of old start to blow
When the decay becomes part of the world
As the seas team up and swirled
It opens the moments of sadness
Than after it shows the world of happiness


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The Battle

Here we go men! Into the valiant fight!
Where men become men and cowards flee our sight!

Iron will clang and feet will race;
As bullets are thrown at a frightening pace!

Men will be thrown and cries will be heard –
As we fly our way through the smoke like a bird.

But in the end we shall acquire our victory;
And together we’ll go down in the great epic of history!


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lady my Sheltie

Oh Lady, my Lady, my sweet Sheltie love,
Was called by God to her home up above,
There she will share her love, her spirit and her Light
and play with her friends until her family alights.

Lady came to us at three weeks of age,
Energy seemed to flow from her as she slept in her cage,
She was always running and jumping--just having some fun-
As she jumped to the beat of her own Piper's drum.

I hadn't seen Lady for so many  years,
But I kept her close through my son, the Dear,
I knew Lady would soon leave us, due to her age,
And that's what happened last week--thus closing her page.

My Ex sent a letter which brought a tear to my eye,
It said how he would miss her and say his "Good-bye",
For he buried her with sorrow, then built her a Shrine
Which tells of her life and her joy which will always be mine.

Oh Lady, my Lady, my sweet Sheltie love,
I will miss you until I see you above.


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Violent Erratic Transgressions

My mind set to overdrive my mindset erratic it all comes too easy now as I make blatant transgressions For I am the anti-God simply don't give a nod to the rest of creation in an against everything nation release of my stranglehold to let doors fly open for if your too narrow how will order fit in? I kill the conflict as it comes to arise with all my conviction strike like the arrow's infliction I'll bring an end to your era It's as plain as day to me cut myself to watch it bleed a little pain teaches a long lesson a tiny quirk brings forth the question Who I am, if not for me you cut me deep, still I don't bleed you hurt me so, still no regret I breathe in new life and exhale death I exhume my intention only for me to know please tell me, oh God does your garden still grow? It all decays to start anew all the damage I struggle through to piece together what is still left I turn from no one they turn from me, instead with one look, I had them shook while the holy man puts hope into a fictional book.


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YOU SAID IT WAS FOR MY PROTECTION

Our very first goodbye
How hard I tried not to cry
That day I saw a tear glisten in your eye
You said it was for my protection
But I lost your love, your affection

Left with an open wound inside
It was based on one big lie
I remember dancing on your feet
I wish I could hug you, hear your heartbeat

Our first goodbye, was also our last
How I treasure the memories of the past
Nine years and still in war
No peace, no gain, just blood and pain
So I ask you;
What did my daddy die for? 


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It's Not Your Fault

The thing about life
is that
it can end in an instant

When the rope of the
harsh words
wraps tightly around your 

Neck squeezing tighter
and tighter
you just want to jump

To end it all to end all
the pain
and the hatred and words

It is not only the words
that push
you over the edge

It is too the fists and
the feet 
that slam into you

Over and over
without
a break with out letting up 

Making you break down and slide down
the wall
and cry and cry and cry

One phone call can 
save a
live, stopping that jump

Stopping the self hate
and
spreading the love

The love i have for 
you will 
never fade or die and i hope

will make you better
to sleep
and to be able to be 

Happy again to 
be happy
forever and always with me

just remember and know
that it's
NOT YOUR FAULT


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For the child that never had a chance

Life with a disease
Is Hell enough
Without the drama
and accusation
From family and collegues.

Cerebral Palsy,
Bound to a wheel chair for life,
Is tough,
What's tougher 
Is being seven
With secret hatred from your mother's lover.

Your dear, sweet mother
Was working hard
To make life
A little easier.

"Bath time"
You thought
As this man put you in the kitchen sink.

Slowly bending your neck
As his hand grasped
Your delicate body,
A knife
Was risen 
With a clean slice,
With that
Your head was gone.

Your tiny body,
Thrown carelssly into a white garbage bag,
With your decaptiated head
On the side of the street
For your mother to see.


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Death

Death is never easy,
For families to deal with,
But it is actually,
A joyous time for us all,
Cause God is calling us home,
To be by His side,
Without any kind of pain,
Whether it be from the heart,
To the kind that is health,
We are all safe,
From all dangers of all kinds,
So we may give Him praise,
To the Man upstairs,
For all the goodness He gives, To this world of all types,
From the birth of everyone,
All the way till the end of time,
When He calls us back to His side,
To where there is no suffering,
To deal with of any kind,
And see nothing but happiness and joy<
For our loved one's will be there,
Waiting to greet us with open arms,
Just as our Lord will be,
With open arms to greet us all,
Which shows us God is always,
There Always and forever,
Never leaving us alone,
For His love has always been there,
From the beginning of time,
Which is plenty enough for us all,
If we just turn our lives over to Him,
Even when things may get tough,
We should never,
Just turn and run away.


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SO HATED AND UNDESIDERABLE

He came from humble folks,
an adoptive father
and a virgin mother;
many didn't believe He was the Christ,
and still the parables, written in the Gospels,
amaze us to this day with their might!

Preaching with a fearless voice,
and speaking to them of hope,
of fraternity and unselfish love...
the prodigal son and the tears
of an indecent woman
are the  perfect reminders
how forgiveness can change someone's life;
are we on the same path to destruction,
and do we ever look back:
to reflect and avoid falling into the Devil's trap?

So hated and undesiderable,
 in the sinner's thoughts,
is the One who gave up His life,
so that we could enter the forbidden Paradise;
and didn't His blood, spilled on Calvary's cross,
save everyone...living in sin and pride?

Pope Benedict condemns immorality,
and warns those violating celibacy...
while wicked priests molest innocent children;
what will it take to make this an obedient race?
If Jesus returned today, wouldn't he grab the whip
and start lashing them like a whirl-wind,
so that they would be punished for their sin
 and  their mocking faith?           

Religion has a deceptive look,
it changes and adapts itself 
to the ideology of modern times...
leading many down a dark road;
its light is a flickering candle:
making true faith so hated and undesiderable! 


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The Poetic Insanity

Hello and welcome to my life,
I wish to stab you with a knife.
To slit your throat and crush your eyes,
To grin with joy upon your cries,
To leave you in the dark, alone,
'Til all remains of you is bone.

Please come closer!
Take your chances!
I'll impale you with my lances!
You do not possess the choice,
For not a soul can hear your voice.
Don't dare try to back away,
Or your tendons I will fray
Into a gum that I will chew,
And put the rest inside a stew.  

Where was your God, Where was your Lord,
When I hacked at you with my sword?
I do believe my actions wrong,
But it brings the blood for which I long.
I have caused you not to live,
Which I hope heaven will forgive.
I danced with joy when your heart stopped,
And your liver had been chopped
Into a stir-fry I will eat.
So delicious is your meat!

I left your body slashed and mangled, 
With your bones and veins entangled.
Such a worthless life I've ended,
Whose soft organs have I blended
Into a smoothie I will drink,
Then pour the rest down in the sink.

I would have written more, but I am busy of late.
Just don't go near my house, or it's blood-stained gate!


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Dancing Tides

Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely.
All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly.
Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you.
Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do!
It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending.
You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending.
The light from above as you struggle below for air,
is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare!
And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again
We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end.
Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out.
Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt.
But then the break forms a crack that leads the way
back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!


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Lifes Ending Bell

What if death was just the end 
and there was nothing more, 
Would you still be full of fear, 
when the reaper knocks upon your door? 
What if there was no heaven; 
what if there was no hell? 
Would you still dread the ringing, 
of lifes ending bell? 
For if death is just the end 
and not rather a beginning; 
And there is no prize in death 
but rather lifes only ending; 
And there's nothing more in life, 
for which we may receive, 
Then all