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Details | Ballad | |

The Ballad of the Poet

*The Dead Poet*

Many blocks along the road, 
Kicking down walls of heavy stones, 
Yet no one could draw through the walls of her lonely bones.
A poet who could not write what's inside. 
Her pen had gone ink dry. 
Her beady eyes lost the feel of an angelic realm.
She tried! 
She tried, until she could no longer cry!
A poet who stuttered with the mind and out came no words.
This poet hangs on a mount with a picture that tells a sad tale.
A poem that broke verses in a Carpe diem dream.
She ruffled her arms once more, as if she could fly.
Still nothing, 
Everything felt dead inside. 

Trap in a mental state that clots the willing vein.
Isolating her form in a room with no door.
She strays this away from the feel of the marvel pen.
To never go back, and feel again.

In the most ominous way,
She lets out a cry, 
A cry, never heard before. 
Running from this evil, that stain her world. 
 
Words buried deep and behind a new exterior box, 
Her insides gasp all the air of airs once alive. 
A talon drop into the next,
This troublesome poet gave up on everything. 
Had nothing left, but the empty space within. 

Next!
She curls herself into a fetal world.
At last, she closes her eyes, to feel no more.
A poet who died the day, joy wiped the glee from her face.

by;PD


Details | Free verse | |

Grief is Grief is not

Grief is not something we “get through”…
you “get through” a bad day
Grief is not something we “get over”,
“you ”get over” a cold”
Grief is not something we “move on from”
you “move on from” a bad relationship”
 
But Grief is… a companion we “move forward with”,
learning from and growing, with each agonizing step.
 
Grief is… a heart-wrenching process, not bound by time,
But sets us on a “lifelong journey” of finding truth and meaning…
 
Grief is not a crutch we hold onto for pity
It is not a lack in character
It is not a weakness that needs to be strengthened
Or a problem that needs fixing
It is not an enemy to be slain
Or like a wild animal, to be caged
 
Grief is… “A METAMORPHOSIS OF HUMAN LIFE”
YES! that needs “time”… “A LIFETIME”
 
Grief is… an acknowledgement of true love shared
and true love lost
 
Grief is… a love we hold so deep within our souls
That our tears fall to caress the pain…
“God given tears”, full of purpose and meaning
For each one carries with it a piece of our heart
 
grief hugs us and holds us close
to a great love we can no longer touch…
grief is… our friend for without it
our lives would have been a lie.

Grief is…purely and simply a journey of love
It is a friend, to those of us who mourn
A friend who sees what we need and allows us to be us
Grief is a release of unimaginable pain…
a release of a great indescribable loss…
 
 
Grief is… the bridge that crosses repentant oceans,
spans desolate canyons, and fear filled mountain tops.
that we may cross over this tragedy to a renewed heart 
by means of the love we shared and continue to share
through the love of our Almighty God
 
 
Grief is…
A pain we can use, to broaden our hearts
and the hearts of all those around us
it is… a road we must travel to gain wisdom.
A level of wisdom you will never achieve by playing strong.
For only when we sink to the bottomless pit of grief
Will we be awakened by the light of truth.
 
Grief…
Do not judge it… for it contains Gods secrets
Secrets you can only hear by listening
through the blare of the pain.
It is a sacred contract to be in awe of and inspired by
To learn from and grow from
To gain compassion and understanding from
It is a journey that holds a sacred contract
That will be signed by each and every one of us
Who has the strength… and the courage…
to love with all your heart and all your soul.
It is not a journey I would wish on anyone
But now that I am here I will walk it with honor
And purpose, with my head held high and my feet in stride
For at the end of this road there you’ll be,
waiting to take me home.


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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 | Free verse | |

9 11

                                    
                                                               
                             America the Free  ~             America the Brave ~
                           Freedom with price              Capitalism attacked
                            the many taken                   hearts broken still
                              one World                           try to rebuild
                            sadness and tears               fall hard with fears  
                            guilt by association             many accused still
                             souls evaporated                shattered dreams 
                            tears fall on innocence          left with anger 
                             The proud fearless             knew the inevitable
                              policeman fireman             many lives lost
                            grieving does not stop           12 years later    
                               New York city once          proud  & shameless 
                             refusing to let fears in          protecting ours 
                                left in shock still              question's unanswered                    
                               nothing learned                     nothing gained  
                                ready to attack                   many left behind
                              anger greets denial              anger meets rage 
                               unacceptable still                 refusing new love 
                            wanting days to rewind           let us go back in time 
                              acceptance  allowing           the victims leave in peace
                              the brave taken young           leaving us sadly old
                               haunting dreams                     lost spirits dwell
                               no answers to hate            never forgetting that day
                               Evil entered suddenly              unforgiving fate
                                entering our City                we stand with the fallen
                                 How to fix                            how do we Change 




           
            This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~









          


Details | Ballad | |

Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows


Details | Rhyme | |

Like The Sun

Like the sun awakened, from slumber grey
Blessing every tortured fray
embraced  my soul, your glorious gaze
and set my lonely heart ablaze
like the sun amass  a brand new morn
upon your whispered wind was born
our love, till endless ages sworn
like sun enveloped, rainy days
you devoured all my hopeless haze…
and since dost now my heart amaze
with joy and laughter, lifes’ rephrase
but like the sun,twas time to set, 
now life dost seem just wretched fret
sunless days chase moonless night
drifting along alas lonely plight
A Godly gift you were to thee
rewarding every desperate plea 
now I must sail amidst raging sea
blind to hithers destiny.
But I shall rise above the moon
Amidst the troubled waters swoon
For love like ours it strengthens mast
To ride relenting waters vast
Till time dost ask for my return
To the place my tethered soul doth yearn
And all my cares shall be set free
your womb my love this soul shall flee
where thine was always meant to be
in Heavens Grace… Eternally


Details | Free verse | |

My Heart Stopped Beating

Laying her back on the wall of her prison
Why was it different
It hurt more
Shocked more
Chest heavy
Grief affecting her
This terrible ache consuming every pore
Harder to swallow
It was him she's sure

She loons at me
I know the look
She's hiding behind the sofa
Saying he's been back banging on the door
I know it was the tumble dryer upstairs
Her eyes are bloodshot
A beautiful bright blue bloodshot
Wide as fish eyes
She's been pacing all night holding a knife
She's holding an umbrella
I took the knives last time she cut her wrists
She's in torn clothes as she tears at her flesh
I feel my flesh tear
That's her last nice dress
No longer nice but torn and red
I give her trousers and a belt
My own only just brought
They drown her
At least she's covered
She says he's been calling her all night on the phone
I took the phone when she smashed it on the wall
I try to think of everything
In the bathroom there's hair in the chipped shabby sink
She's been pulling it out by the roots
I feel my scalp it's sore, alien
I feel everything
I removed the scissors when she shredded her scalp cutting her hair off
Saying this is why he had her
Her long golden hair
My hair
Lithium pills
In the cabinet, too many
Too many pills
She should of taken these

She calms
I calm
Promising to take her pills, begging don't send me back to hell
But at the secure unit she's safe 
I'm safe
Says she'll have a bath and 
be better tomorrow
She's settled, I'm settled
So I leave
I'll come back in the morning
I sleep soundly
First night in months
The morning light gives me slight hope
I can't remember this feeling much

I hear a crash 
I run
I'm taking too long
Kicking the door in
I thank God for kickboxing
She's swinging from the oak beam in the ceiling
My belt around her neck
Juddering
I look for a knife
I look for scissors 
To cut her down
Cut me down
I look for a phone to call an ambulance

I feel my body juddering
My heart stop beating
The belt
The new belt
I hadn't thought about the belt


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Hearts Are Broken Too

(In memory of those lost in Newtown, CT) We may not know the answers to all the questions asked We cannot control how great the pain or how long it will last. Nothing we can do will erase the pain you bear But we cannot remain silent as if we didn’t care. The blood of precious children was shed this very day And grieving families wonder when this pain will go away. We know time will heal a multitude of wounds But we also can be very sure it won’t be very soon. Evil came to visit here and we all wonder why The souls of friends and children were made to say good-bye What happened here today we may not ever know And haunting thoughts of loved ones will follow where we go. You may be called to travel a higher road than we But you cannot travel faster than our prayers that follow thee. We know that we can never bear the grief that you go through Just remember we are here – Our hearts are broken too. Written by John Posey 12/16/12


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Ryan, Where Are You

            
Ryan, Where are You?
Hey Ryan, where are you? It’s been a while since the tragic summer of August 1992. Not even a final adieu – Not a single word of good-bye, Just leaving us high and dry. How could you just up and disappear? Like a dark shadow in a grey mist not really there. Gone to heaven or God knows where? Ryan, did you think we wouldn’t care? One day here – The next day gone; You always said that tomorrow’s not promised to anyone. Now, you’ll never get to see another glorious sunset or dawn.
They told me you were run over by a Brooklyn-bound train. Neither the police nor the coroner could adequately explain - Was death instantaneous or did you suffer any pain? Who’s to blame? An untimely death - Was it your fate you met? At birth, did the Three Fates your destiny set? Or were you just in the wrong place at the wrong time, An innocent bystander who hadn’t committed any crime? So cruel Atropos used her shears to sever the thread of your life, And the incredible pain of losing you continues to cut deep like a butcher’s knife. But, my dear brother, your treasured memory we will carry with us always, Through your children and in our hearts ‘till the end of our days!
Entered in contest "Favorite Poem You've Ever Written" sponsored by Carol Eastman (6-14-2014)


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Unrelenting Loneliness

Yesterday I was oblivious and carefree,
looking forward to seeing you, 
talking with you on the phone - 
your teasing voice glimmering with laughter . . .

Today my heart is a deep abyss 
that knows no bottom;
I cannot find you in the darkness 
for you have slipped beyond my reach.
No one can share my pain and loss; 
only I carried you within me, 
nestled just below my heart, 
your forming body responsive to my voice and emotions. 

Others may be familiar with this grief; 
but mine has its own individual, bitter taste. 
You are one of a kind,
no one just like you in all the universe.

My heart swells with aching sorrow;
you passed in the deep of night 
with no one by your side, 
alone, 
except for the angel who came 
to escort you from my world to His. 
Waves of loneliness sweep over me; 
I am capsized!

My baby boy you will always remain 
although you grew to be six feet tall, 
an independent, self reliant man.

There is a loneliness I know very well . . . 
each birthday, 
every holiday, 
it stands beside my bed 
waiting for my eyes to open. 
It is my companion through every day, 
raising its head at unexpected moments
to remind me that you are dead.

I could not bear this loneliness 
if One did not walk with me 
who knows it better than even I do, 
God who gave His Son for the world.

November 16, 2014


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O The Grieving, Weeping, Sadness and Lamenting

~~

My thoughts let go of a thousand memories,
     Like faces, dates, times and places;
Yet, I can easily recall each and every detail,
               On the day of your funeral.

                                    O the grieving . . . 

In the middle of a snow storm I followed,
     And the wind blew back my long hair;
As we meandered down a winding cold path,
                The wild storm paused in the trees.

                                    O the weeping . . . 

Snowflakes fell on me from the tangled branches,
     Falling like crying tears cascading down;
I am lost and moaning in this forever, ever memory,
                  And now the snow drifts in the cemetery.

                                      O the sadness . . . 

A headstone is buried deep in the pure white,
     And but one engraved word is revealed;
In this pristine cold, dead winter wonderland,
                     Only one word can be seen, Mother.

                                        O the lamenting . . . 



              And hidden beneath the snow . . .

                   I will treasure your arms last embrace Mother
                               Till this heart stops beating . . . .




_________________________________
September 24, 2014

Verse

Written by Broken Wings


Entered into the contest, A poem not entered in a contest, sponsor, Poet Destroyer 







                  



Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



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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 | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


Details | Narrative | |

The Empty Tissue Box

My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do 
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view

I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused

I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone

So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss


April 14, 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.


Details | Free verse | |

Why Is It

Why is it that pressure feels so heavy?
When pressure isn't solid.
Why is it that tears of anger hurt more?
When anger isn't sorrow.
Why is it that life is a challenge?
Life should be a gift.
Why is it that car was there?
In that right place. At the wrong time.
Why must I live my days in memory?
Ten years still don't block that moment.
Why can't I be stronger?
Make you proud of me. I know you're watching.
Why is it that you didn't look the same?
In that bed. In the hospital.
Why did I hug that woman?
The one who hit you. She brought a plant.
Why did I say 'She'll be okay.'?
I hoped. Knew it wasn't somehow.
Why did it have to happen right after our phone call?
Two more seconds you'd still be here.
Why are we left with all these questions?
Spoken out into empty air.
Why am I still here?
There must be something I'm meant to do.
Why?


Details | Couplet | |

Missing You

I look across the bed… you’re not there… you’re dead.
I look across the bed and see…you’re no longer next to me.

I reach over and try to feel your skin,
and remember all the joy there had been…

but my hands come back empty…trying desperately to hold on,
barely clinging to life now that your gone.

And I let out a cry I’m quite sure heaven hears,
Or will it linger in limbo for all of my years.

How lonely this bed, where imprisoned I lay.
How long can I take this day after day?

They say that in spirit your right next to me.
But that is no comfort for it’s blackness I see.

They say that it’s time to move on with my life,
But they have no clue of my pain and my strife.

You were my best friend, my angel, my love,
You were hand picked for me from above.

You were the one who’s soul I adored
Whatever I did you were there to applaud.

You alone knew me inside and out,
And the love that we shared left no one to doubt.

For you were my angel sent from above,
To care for, to lean on, to cherish and love…..

So I’ll go back to bed where imprisoned I lay,
And hope for a joy that visits someday.


Details | Free verse | |

A SECRET NEVER TOLD

I never told my mother the truth
about the autumn night my sister died
The sad secret that churns in my soul
struggling to escape    holding my breath hostage

Wakened by a sound puncturing the silence of our sleeping room
Our bedside clock with numbers that flipped every minute 
bore a dim glow illuminating the time    12:16
Gentle moonlight drifting through the window 
fell on my sister    sitting on the side of her matching bed 
Her auburn curls tangled and frizzy     sea blue eyes glazed with sleep  

She coughed into cupped hands
A hard cough    racking lungs    clenching her chest
I threw back covers    dropped bare feet onto a cool wooden floor
headed for our mother’s room
She waved a hand as coughing eased     shook her head
Said she was all right    didn’t need Mom
Slid back into bed on her side    facing me
Snuggled her head into the pillow with one arm curled under 
The other arm lying on top of the covers    hand curled under her chin
Closed her eyes

Clock numbers flipped to 6:00 am    time to get up for school    
She still lay in the same position    skin now drained of color     
Once rosy cheeks paled as if buried in a sudden snowfall
Her hand    cold where I grabbed it to shake her awake
Stiff joints locked in place

My screams locked in place 
banging against clenched teeth    drawn lips
At thirteen I couldn’t imagine what to do with guilt 
that descended on me like a sodden wool blanket 
It was too heavy to fold and lay aside

Knew I couldn’t survive if Mom knew my secret
That I slept peacefully while my sister    her first born child
slipped away beyond our reach
Images flooded my mind of Mom’s soft loving eyes
hardening with hate    her comforting touch withdrawn 
Some actions cannot beg forgiveness

Mom has gone now to be with my sister
But I am not worried     
My big sister always kept our secrets



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Velvet Wings

Ignorant to passing time
Reality strikes its deafening chime
Unspoken words pass between
I and you, my darling queen

Lay your weary head to rest
With your arms across your chest
Now it's time to close your eyes
Whisper your final goodbyes

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

Embracing tears of bitter pain
Falling lightly with the rain
Out of reach, I hear your song
Alone again, I sing along

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Life has ended, you have won
Death befriended, pain is gone
Fly away into the light
Crystal clear and shining bright
Close your eyes for final rest
Meeting among the blessed

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I let you go so you'll be free
Cross the path of darkened sea
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I can never say goodbye
Never say goodbye


Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin <3
A song, and lyrics


Details | Quatrain | |

One picture at a time

A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried 

The plans we made for a life
After years of work and worry
Useless installments when your partner dies
The crumbling of everything you once held firmly

Riveted, uprooted with every slide
Scenes of "our time" bring you back to life
I step from earth, you from the sun, for yet another goodbye
And the dam finally collapses behind brave hazel eyes

But not the brokenness your death left behind
Still, though no more than ashes it resides
Like faded photographs etched in the mind
Fanning the embers... one picture at a time

Rage rises, for you left me alone
Without refuge for all life's trials
And our sons fatherless before they were grown 
Every step feeling more like a mile

I've grieved so long 
And tried to move on
Like river water never looking back
But it's motion sings the the words to our song

Leaving me afraid I'll never belong
Or live out the plan we devised
For all my days my efforts give way
Blundering, burdened and blind

How does one truly recover
When the mate of their soul is no more
Or pass from one realm to yet another
When the walls of your heart no longer have a door? 

Frustration builds like Lego towers
toppling to the floor under the weight of the world
Is it grief or something disguised by cowards
When a heart gets stuck from the pain that it's learned? 

This ode to a man 
Who in covenant took my hand
The marriage equator engraved a permanent mark...
For his death left a total eclipse of my heart

Crazy as a loon
But my God... how I loved you
My eyes fixed upon our favored moon
And I wonder... Do you miss me too?

Anniversaries used to be a joyous accomplishment
Marking years of selfless love made
Now it serves only an acknowledgement 
Of a life interrupted by a cruel twist of fate

Of ill trusted hopes 
And a future unmade
For us left behind to cope
With memories and photographs fading away

On this the 2nd anniversary...
            Of your passing away



In memory of my husband of 25 years
Charley Romani 
(My Beloved)



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Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green.
A maple crib stands in the corner.
It's a picture perfect scene.

There is only one thing missing
in this room so perfectly designed.
The baby was never to take a breath.
You have to wonder what God had in mind.

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
live behind an ever closed door.
To look at the would-be parents
you couldn't tell who was grieving more.

Not all plans have happy endings;
some endings never seem to end.
How much sadness can two people take
before they break instead of bend.

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green
in a room now shrouded in sadness
where no child will ever be seen.




~~~ 03/01/2013 ~~~
     Francine Roberts


Details | Tanka | |

Season Woven In Grief

Persuaded by time,
and clothed in rust,  trees reveal
a changed homecoming...
The illusions of my youth
drift away with falling leaves

My eyes search for him,
although my heart knows better
Old fences need paint,
Scabs of white shed like feathers
from the dry and weathered rails

There, by the back door
his old plaid jacket is hanging,
waiting to be worn...
It holds scent of burning leaves...

A tear smolders on the sleeve




____________________________________________________
For the Grief Contest:


Details | Terzanelle | |

Youth Poured Out

In all times there will be young who die.
There are too many people to list.
Those left behind alway wonder why.

In our great sadness we shake our fist.
It's not fair they are taken away.
There are too many people to list.

With war there's always a price to pay.
We sacrifice our young at that cross.
It's not fair they are taken away.

In the end is it worth all that loss?
Causes written down in history.
We sacrifice our young at that cross.

Winners or losers there's misery.
In the end we must all pay our share.
Causes written down in history.

It's not a matter that we don't care.
in all times there are young who die.
In the end we must all pay our share.
Those left behind always wonder why.

I dedicate this poem to my friend Timothy Hicks.
He has recently lost a close friend to war.

Debbie's Dying Young Contest
Poem written May 14th, 2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Me, Myself, and I

YOU see the beauty in everything
YOU love the way I speak
YOU are falling for a killer
YOU will surly die
YOU shouldn't come closer
YOU have made a mistake
YOU are being stupid
YOU need to go away
YOU leave now
YOU need to be safe
YOU are being stupid
YOU are now dead

I see death everywhere
I hate myself
I am a murderor 
I will surly kill you
I warned you not to get closer
I told you about your mistake
I am trying my best
I need you to leave
I said stop being stupid
I'm trying to proteact you
I am killing you
I am sorry

Me, Myself, and I must live forever alone with no love
Because of the things I've done
No love
Living alone for 
Eternity


Details | Free verse | |

SHADOWLANDS

                                “Once very near the end I said, 'If you can -- if it is allowed – 
                                 come to me when I too am on my death bed.”

                                 “Allowed!' she said. “Heaven would have a job to hold me;
                                  and as for Hell, I'd break it into bits.” 



                                  Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force 
                                  this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back
                                  -- to be sucked back -- into it?

                                                                    ~ C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed ~


                                  __________________________________



The division should be acute, the before her, the with her, the after her,
Yet there is this constant rattling of doors, though they remain locked,

in theory. I think of her as gone until I turn a page and read a passage 
of pompous dialogue and she returns, My Joie de Vivre, entertaining me 

with that puckish wit, unabashed. She smiles in the dusk with crusading 
colours that bend dark horizons, changing clouds unexpectedly. What was I 

before Joy*? Content, pleasant and productive. But was I alive, aware of
Life, its blissful rhythms? Irony defined: the heart which awakened stone 

no longer beats. Finally, I understand. Lessons are sharp things which
infect both fresh and aging amputations. What do I do with this knowledge? 

It is like learning a language that is no longer spoken, a long monologue 
unbearably forlorn, painful. Faith dismisses hauntings, yet she does so 

in daily degrees, oh, the sweet ghosts that peer from those notes, my name 
underscored in margins. Why is there only one glove in the sewing box?  

Agony hunts me in the garden. Perfume almost, but not quite a match.
Some rooms have snares. I dare not open a kitchen drawer. Pain waits there.

The specter of my former self, a staunch gent, so sure of Heaven's role, 
that cold bloke follows me in the shadows, land of man’s rage and despair.

There is no pretty death, no words can comfort the ravaged left behind,
There is no poetry in our departing; I only pray there is Godspeed in mine. 



*Written Nov 4, 2012






Joy Gresham Davidman, American poet, and C.S. Lewis, English writer and Oxford scholar, were good friends and married solely for the purpose to keep Joy in England (contested). But love came, as it has a habit of doing, when least expected, after Joy was diagnosed with terminal cancer. There love was true and deep, and her death shattered Lewis. His book, A Grief Observed explores his anguish and a Christian’s questions which arise during times of suffering. The film, Shawdowlands, is based on the biography, Through the Shadowlands: The Love Story of C. S. Lewis and Joy Davidman. Lewis died 3 years after Joy. The above poem is a conjecture on my part, as no one can truly know what lies in another's heart, alive or otherwise.  


Details | Verse | |

Melancholy Memory

White is her color
Freckles dotting pale skin
of a young teenager
Big sister

White is the collar
topping her blue dress that
matches sleeping eyes of
my sister

White is youth’s color
she said once when I cried
to be like her    be the
big sister

White are fresh flowers
daisies and carnations
Roses never suited
my sister

White is her casket
Color of purity
Angels gently enfold
my sister


Details | Rhyme | |

Final hour

Final Hour.

The sombre lady spoke to him
It was midnight in his room
He was lying hurting sadly there
Beneath the weight of doom
That Cancer eating at his body
Would all be over, soon.

“My child” she whispered “time is nigh
For you must come with me.
This time was chosen by the power
This be your destiny.
You’ll cross the river Styx, then home
That place where you be free’

He cried “My lady, take me not
For I have much to do
My wife, and children need me here
I cannot come with you
And lady I have so much fear
That’s eating at me too”.

“My child” the lady softly said
“Have you forgotten home?
Where the flowers bloom, and the music plays
T is a place you well have known.
You left it for this World my child
When you came here all alone”.

He smiled at her then breathed his last
And she held him to her breast.
Then they shimmered off to join the breeze
And felt loves tenderness
As the sombre lady ushered him
To the gates of happiness.


Details | Free verse | |

The Game

The game is his friend.
Always there for him.
Never turning him away.
Inviting him to visit
And giving him the 
Best seat in the house.
In front of the screen.

It is his sport.
Replacing baseball, football,
Basketball and all others.
It lets him score 
And makes him feel
Like a winner.
Like a champion!

The game is his sustenance,
Feeding his thoughts,
Shaping his soul,
Controlling his mind,
Closing the door to family.
To intervention.
To the world.

Anger grows behind 
Raised brows and widened eyes.
Desensitizing him.
Honing his skills and
Numbing his feelings.
Making him blind to life.
Making death easy.

Without compassion,
Without love.


Details | Free verse | |

All the Dead Bodies

What do I do with all the dead bodies
Of those who have murdered my heart
And left me a wreck
With no hopes and dreams
No self esteem
No will to fight
Or get through the night…

What? What do I do with all the dead bodies
Strewn along the pathways of my mind
People who are dead to my heart
Those whom I want to forget
Who fed me the bile of regret
What do I do?

What do I do with all the dead bodies
Of those who have deadened my love
And left my heart frozen, numb
Left me alone to scream
Thirsty by love's stream
Longing to die
Without knowing why
They could be so cruel
To break my heart’s every rule
What shall I do?

I will bury them….
In some forgotten well
As I live out my hell
Of the memories they’ve left behind
To this heart they were not kind
I will bury them…
Once and for all
There is no resurrection call
For the dead bodies of my heart…

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Tanka | |

still trying

still trying
to bench-press
this weight
the debt
my father left me


Details | Free verse | |

Words Unspoken

                                                  Anger shrouds my sorrow,
                                                  a storm rages deep within.
                                                  Questions without answers
                                                  swirl around my mind.
                                                  Damn! this emotional confusion.

                                                  Why the sacrifice?
                                                  Why the trade off?
                                                  Was it loneliness?
                                                  Was it greed?
                                                  Damn! the sadness I cannot feel.

                                                  Did you love me?
                                                  Were you proud of me?
                                                  Did you even care?
                                                  Why didn’t we talk?
                                                  Damn! your legacy of silence.
                                
                                      Rage! Rage! against the death of the light.
                                      I curse the words unspoken, the truth not shed.
                           Why God?...Why?...Why must we part before the heart to heart?  


Details | Blank verse | |

Blood and Bullets

Inspired by the Connecticut tragedy and another minor shooting that happened in my home state
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Blood and Bullets

That night we cried ourselves to sleep
For each of the little children the blood did weep
Serve upon this misery and damage
No words will excuse the savage

The vultures swoop, spread the sugar coated lies
But still the frozen child dies
Yet they still wish to remove what little safety we have
But they fail to see that will not stop the slings and arrows they have

For the media projects the fame they crave
Like wild dingos they consume what we fail to save
Serve and protect is not the duty of just some but all as a whole
ALL AS A WHOLE

And we fail
And we fail

The cameras prance around like costumed horses in a dance
All the while the mud splattered reality burns and singes the lines of damned fantasies
We are to blame, shining glitter and fame on the damned souls that should be burned
We spit acidic words of hate all the while praising them in glittering spectral lights of fame 
They do not heed the angry words, but revel in the talk of them...them..
Them...

It's

All

About

THE KILLER

Blood and bullets pollute the spoiled ground but no one cares for the rotten
Sadness rings through for a week but soon the victims are forgotten
But no one forgets the criminal...Infamous
He is immortalized by the fame...fame...infamous

Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets

Blood stains
Bullets jump

dead forgotten
left rotten

Monster remembered

remembered

Blood and bullets

Blood

and bullets


Details | Quatrain | |

History Lesson

Crimson mist in the Dallas sky,
a frantic wife's mad dash.
The world watched us as we cried
for hope gone in a flash.

Brilliant poet with timeless verse
and enduring message of peace.
A murderous fan fulfilled his curse.
Does lunacy ever cease?

Perfect day in the city
until the towers fell.
Religious zealots who had no pity.
Their resting place is hell.

So look at history if you can
and learn from such hindsight.
As long as evil has a plan
we must not quit the fight.


Details | Free verse | |

Pronouncing the Dead

How can you look someone in the eyes and tell them it's the end?
How can you possibly do that without shedding tears?
Or even blinking?
Do you not feel it? That pain, that pain that's taking over
Their soul, as you tell them their life is ending?
Or maybe it's just that you have lost your own soul? 
In that instant when you found out that the greatest part of yourself
Is about to disappear,
That its light was about to be permanently extinguished.
Can't you feel it? That sorrow that slowly shutters their hearts?
Or the fear that's taking over their minds? it's a furious fire,
Cutting off any glimpse of hope with its smog,
That fear, its suffocating their soul into its last gasp.
Can't you see it? How that laughter ends sharply, in pain?
How it breaks in half every time, never to relapse into its fullness?
How the darkness stealthily takes over those, once life-filled, eyes?
That following calm,
It's the call of darkness,
Smoothly enchanting their soul into submissiveness.
Until all is in deadly silence,
Their bodies still, their souls forever gone into unknown.
Do your tears come then? Do you feel their pain then?
Do you see it? Or do you stay the same?
Unchanged, unemotional, shell shocked,
And forever unbelieving still?


Details | Sonnet | |

This Void

This Void

When the wind whispers your names in my ear
This void craves for a glimpse of your faces
Recalling times in a happier sphere
Now soured silently in empty spaces

And when drums pulsates your voices in force
This void yearns and grumbles for a tumble
As the teardrops fall, the mood changes coarse
While the resolve commences to crumble

And when the crescendo becomes unkind
This void hungers for specks of your being
To comfort the pain in this heart and mind
To make sense of this life without meaning

Though this bruised void accepts it is God’s way
Each summer breeze begets thoughts that betray
 



Penned by: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 26.08.14

In Memory of Andrew and Timothy

The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord.  Job1:21


Details | Rhyme | |

I still feel lost

Even though you've been gone for a year and a half, at times I still feel lost without you.
When I feel this way, it's so sad and I don't know what I'm going to do.
While you were on your deathbed, I asked God for a miracle when I prayed.
But he still took you after you had been my mother for over four decades.
When somebody has been a big part of your life for that long, it's very painful when they're taken.
When the doctor said you were going to die, I would've given anything if he had been mistaken.
It broke my heart to see you lie in that hospital bed and suffer.
The situation was bad enough but it was bound to get rougher.
Things became much worse when I woke up and saw that you had died.
At times I still feel lost without you and it tears me up on the inside.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


Details | Free verse | |

Time on and Time off

Time on and Time off

On and off and on again,
That is the carousel of life,
When it spins round and round,
Till the dizzy heads fall off,
Time on and time off,
Till those little girls grow to be old
And discover love,
And they feel so much better than before
With broken hearts,
And cigarette burns on arms
Laying on kitchen floors,
That had just been moped with red blood.
Time on and Time off,
Over and over and over again,
That drunken buffoon has nothing more to do,
But drop dead in his lazy boy chair
And die.
While his girl,
(who once pretty and pure, now dead inside and out)
Brings him his lunch,
And watches her blood drizzly slowly into the stainless steel sink.


Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Lyric | |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to take another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


______________________________________________________________________
Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's  2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest

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Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't 
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Epitaph | |

The Unknown Soldier

I stand at your grave.
I do not know your name.
I know not where you are from.
Where you fought,
nor where you died.

The horrors and pain you suffered,
were not in vain.
The death and destruction brought you pain.

I weep at your grave,
for the life you gave.
I weep for the Mother,
that gave you that life.

I kneel before your grave.
I bow my head in gratitude to you,
The Unknown Soldier.
Forever Remembered.


Details | Free verse | |

Roots

They came yesterday, early as dawn itself

They came with shovels and trowels

To give protection from the winter

To the rose bushes that you loved

Shortly after lunch I heard Oliver barking

It was his angry bark, his sound of offense

For the worker was digging and exhumed

Your scarf from the tangled roots of roses

 

I gave the scarf to Connie, I remember

She was little then, five or so 

And she visited to ask for something of yours

To keep and remember

When she went home and her mother asked

What she had done at our house

She said, “I just sat on his lap

And helped him cry.”

 

It comes to me now, later she asked 

About the scarf again and I assumed she lost it

But now there was the evidence

Oliver also had a need to remember

And put his souvenir of you

Beneath the bushes you so loved

And the workman held the scarf to me

And I told him, “Put it back.”

 

He comes to me at night

It is his ritual of companionship

Sad-eyed and with mournful whimpering

He comes to my arms and licks my hand

And we are together before the fireplace

Watching shadows dance across the walls

Each remembering the moments that were ours

Each guarding a part of you in the roots of us


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

A Song for Juliet

When last they kissed, and passion's lease
bloomed brief and sweet, Sir Shakespeare's quill 
would set in motion a deathly chill.
For Juliet, he could not appease
to win her smile and would not release 
a tranquil tale...but did reveal
this tragic poem, where lovers fell
and would break our hearts with spellbound grief.

Behold, your eyes will weep for her,
and empty arms will flail, for him
Young lovers swept away, in love
Misguided youth that we hold dear
and through the years we pray for them,
as songs are sung by mourning doves

...
 
Their love, was a fever, sorely sought
Of passion's quest, she would requite
to bridge the wage of family strife
But, delusion,  rides deceitful plots
To think him dead, she had no doubt
Despaired, beyond her wildest thought
Disquiet of the heart cried out
And death, would dim the stars that night

Their song still lives, as stories will
Upon two graves, we linger here 
Such love divine, is ours to keep
A sonnet binds them, ever still...
A love that cannot be compared
While swollen hearts, with anguish, weep


___________________________
2/11/14


Details | Lyric | |

Heaven Gained an Angel When I Lost You

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

I remember as a child you were always there
Just a phone call away
Is what you used to say
Your voice was always so calming to me
I wish I could hear it now
As my heart is breaking
& 

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

I remember when I would hear you were
Coming I would count the days
And then on the day you arrived 
I would ditch dad to go be with you
I was a daddy’s girl yes 
But I was more of a
Grandma’s girl for sure
&

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

You knew how to lift me up
When my spirits were down
So many times you gave me 
A shoulder to cry on
You could make me smile even 
When all I could find was a frown
&

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

So many times in life when I have been
At a crossroad and didn’t know 
What way to go
All I had to do is think to myself
What would Grandma say?
And I always knew 
What to do
&

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

I am going to miss the wisecracks 
You telling me what to do
I am going to miss 
Your wisdom you so readily shared with me
I will always miss the talks we had 
Most of all I will always miss 
You
& 

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

So many times you made me laugh
When I felt like I was going to cry
You were the mom I never really had
A Grandma and a
Friend
I really wish time
could stop for just a few
Give me a chance to really say
Good Bye to you
& 

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

I know you are
watching down on me
I know your love will always be there
I even know you will always be a part of me
However right now 
In this moment my heart is still broken
It feels as though
someone punched me in the gut
I can’t even catch my breath
I know it will take time
And it has only been a few days
&

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

I know my life will go on
I know you would want it that way
However it will never be the same
I don’t know if I will ever get used to 
Not being able to just pick up the phone
Whenever I think of you
Or need someone to talk to 
I have a long road ahead of me 
I wish you were here to walk with me
But I know you will be watching over me 
So here is to you
All the love we shared 
And all the love we will share 
Until we meet again 
Grandma I love you
&

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .


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You've to live up so never give up

You've to live up so never give up!

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

Ted Talk by Kevin Briggs: The bridge between suicide and life

http://on.ted.com/q02cv

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You may say I can do whatever to myself but your life is not all your own!

You belong to so many others, some known to you and mostly unknown!

Remember those who did you favors you can't repay if for eons you live!

And every moment of that existence, what you owe you continue to give!

Then you can't even guess how many are touched by what you say or do!

You will have to see each living being in the whole world to get some clue!

You were born for a purpose, which your soul cannot rest without fulfilling!

If you give life up midway, you may never be in peace after your own killing!

When you're in a dark despair and feel there's nothing left for you to live for!

Give yourself one day to serve a person who has more sufferings than your!

At the end of the day ask how that mortal is bearing that much burden of life!

You'll choose to go on even if you have to live walking on the edge of a knife!

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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Love died, so did I

Once again 
Love has died
So did I

No one cares
About me
No one cries

No one there
By my side
No comfort

Simple tears
Tears of pain
My last ones

Touched by death
Closed my eyes
Say goodbye


Details | Ballade | |

Our planet Earth

Our planet Earth

If one took the human form
And drained it thoroughly
Took all the minerals and Oils
Well what then would he, be?
He would be dead, I tell you this
And yet our planet Earth 
With each new day that comes along
They drain her of her worth.

But don’t they know, these human fools
Without these things she needs
She suffers through a million ills
She’s just like you and me
And too soon she’s going to die
And why will this be so
Because we’ve slowly strangled her
And taken all her glow.

How shortsighted is mankind
Why can’t he see at all
That everything is really one
And he is but a fool
Slowly committing suicide
Oh what a shame this be
If he slowed down a tiny bit
Earths beauty he would see.

25 July 2013 @ 1034hrs.



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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Trip on, Trip up

Walk before you speak.
Lend your voice that seek.
Foot forward and back.
So will that be a fact.
Gone by and be well.
Trip up and put into a cell.
Got no one to talk to.
I want a phone call to sue.
When I wake from my slumber.
I wish not to be hit by lumber.
Going to become a dreamer.
I hope that I do not become a screamer.
I got new shoes.
With colorful strings that are loose.
I am slow on tying them.
I feel they are harder than stem.
String are not new.
They smell pew.
I walk once again to journey.
That means I need some money.
Trip up again with meaningless acts.
Walking with out trust that lacks.
Shamefulness I speak.
I go behind a tree to leak.
I have no home set in stone.
Wheeling and dealing always alone.
Since I was a child that was left on the street.
I became a street beat.
Strolling with confidence to day.
Making my way.
Some law men stop me.
I was so out of it that they can see.
They thought I was on drugs.
I was really itching bugs.
Stumbling because I have not eaten.
So they grab me and I got beaten.
They finally found me innocent.
So I told them to get bent.
I was a good citizen with high hopes.
The society today thinks I am on dopes.
Can I be help with no pain.
Will they put me some were I will gain.
So I was put into a helpful place.
I was then able to eat and say grace.
Some crazy person came in and started shooting. 
So people ran and started looting.
Cannot get away from bad luck.
Sure enough I feel so stuck.
Knowing that I was fleeing.
I became worth not seeing.
I lay there my time just feeling has pass.
Losing my mind and running out of gas.
Finally I hear a person the sound sounds so weak.
A life time that I wanted to seek.
Found myself in a bed.
Down to nothing I was shed.
A person with white clothes that said your in luck.
You survived and now you owe some buck.
So sad not really glad.
Bad thing was the kid that was shooting was my lad.
Time really passes I just want to walk.
To see my kid to talk.
Why did he do what he did.
Dad he said I was starving and I am a kid.
So I have turn to a life time of crime.
Dad do not give me your time.
Because when we talked long ago.
You just left home with all the doe.
Hope you have a good life.
Because mom had been a good wife.
Now it is your turn.
So you can walk into the fire and burn.
With out a doubt you will walk away.
Trip on and Trip up and you will never pay.
Now dad keep your love.
Because I seek my mother above.
You will be chain.
Down you go insane.


Details | Elegy | |

Am I the Assassin or the Undertaker

Am I the Assassin 
        or the Undertaker

                   For Palani 

                                I

He stopped coming our way again
He was no where in sight at school
Then, after a long absence
In the pit of the Chan Ah Tong padang
He came and stood at one corner of the field

He looked resigned grave
A stoic smile hovering over his lips
Over his virgin gossamer moustache

His voice a calm breeze
Of vowels constrained by crisp consonants
We saw less of his teeth
He was dressed in silk shirts
Well-ironed without creases
Trouser pleats showing strictness
Shoes shiny and sleek
The sheen of his hair obedient under cream 
His gait measured strained
As though grim hands clawed at him
Through gaps in the ground

At first, we didn’t know
What to make of him
His new tutored appearance
And detached forbearing looks

He watched us play
Close on hours
Aloof far away
He never so much as waved
We turned to look
He was gone
Leaving the dusk to fall behind him


I called to see anyway at his place
His father frowned at me
Gruff undertones accompanied him inside
I saw a curtain ever so slightly tremble
After a while his mother
Came out to say
He had gone for good

I wasn’t sure what she meant
I stood there looking dazed
Then tears licked her cheeks
Her drained and stricken face

She went in dabbing her eyes
With the loose end of her sari

I never called on them again
I just couldn’t understand
The father’s anger and pain
At this world on which we stand

I was just a playing pal of his son’s
He was older than I was then
Yet he came just once
Out of who knows what inner command 
Just to talk or stroll around

Now I am older and his elder

But is it I who laid him low

                       II

A date with fate
He came one morning to my place
All decked in his glad rags
Fingering a shiny white billiard ball
Twirling it between bony fingers
Like the natural leg-spinner he was
Just for fun he would let it lick the dust
And it swished near ninety-degree turns

I said: What about some quick nets
The day aged in labour and with forceps
He hesitated but on the spur 
Said: Yes, why not

The rest of the morning I batted
Saw the wickets tumble uprooted

His spirits surged 
Sweat sweet and sour 
Sprinkled his shirt
And ran down his collar and spine

We laughed at every googly 
Which missed the wickets by inches
We were back in olden Ali Baba times
Truants lost in a cave of our own
Diamonds refracted from his eyes

He said: We should do this more often

His heart must have caved in that very night
Or was it when he barely made it home
 

© T. Wignesan – Paris,   February 3-4, 2013


Details | Elegy | |

A TEAR FOR DADDY

written 22nd Oct 2013



Even after sixteen years
 still I cry your daughters tears
Every year on this day, will always be sad
 known only as the date, God took my dad

    1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997
    
         Allan Thomas Holmes


Details | Blank verse | |

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 ? "

                






Details | Narrative | |

Two Seconds To Say Goodbye

It buzzed.
She smiled.
He had replied.
Eagerly she dug
Her phone
From her pocket,
Her other hand
On the wheel.
Her gaze remained ahead
Into the darkness
Of the cold wintery night.
It buzzed again,
The screen illuminating
The shadows of the car.
Would he be there?
Would he come over
After his shift at work
Was done?
“What did he say?”
Another young voice replied.
“Give me the phone.”
She hesitated,
Not fully trusting
Her friend.
Besides,
She wanted to know.
She wanted to see the words.
She wanted feel
The exhilaration
Of reading his words
To HER.
She glanced down,
The screen now dark,
And fumbled
To press the keys.
“He’s coming,” she said
Trying to calm
The enthusiasm
In her voice.
Her heart beat harder.
How did she look?
What should she reply?
Gr8 C U L8T
In the same 2 seconds, she could have typed
Goodbye.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

LONG LIVE THE BRAVE

To the forgotten soul that have ever lived For their families they have lost, a new nation conceived For their ashes scattered, one blood they bleed Blessed by their stories told and memories grieved Loved for their battles lost and wars achieved Their cowardess disregarded but courage believed Their fears covered by their bravery revealed Their sorrow wept, their lives appealed Whit their bodies torn, one nation they weaved One anthem they sing for lives they screamed In the doom of battles darkness a ray of hope they beamed As our last line of defense this is how they lead Now count the numerous grains of shapeless sand In the war torn widow’s hand, understand her internal misery As every mournful tear they wept is not a locked mystery ‘Cause every jagged grain is a lost memory This simple gesture is a constant ministry That the young blood perishes but the old bones live to tell the tale The more they ask why, the harder the grave fail To cover the brave As they salute, march and wave Not knowing so sorrow they will cave With their blood they will pave And our salvation they'll save Now on our hearts they'll engrave “WITH OUR LIVES WE GAVE” Now we say: “LOVING LIVE THE BRAVE!”


Details | Epitaph | |

BABY

written 28th oct 2012

You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us 
  an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace  
The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen 
 hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived
For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd 

We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us 
 having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us
It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart
 Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart

God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start
 we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around
But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around
 just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us
 
We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us,
 although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never
You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever...
   the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild....
                                  "Angel" 2012


Details | Free verse | |

20 Innocent Souls

Where was the Holy Spirit that day..
20 innocent souls pushed over to the hands of Angels
Where was the Holy Spirit that day..
That day we face the tragedy, when will we ever see changes

He left us here on Earth to sort our own mess out
Why did He do that when its clear that were not capeable
In a desperate heart grief that goes beyond any doubt
Facing the devil in human flesh..their fate was inescapable

Where are these young victims today..
20 innocent souls ripped out of the hands of their loving parents
Who’s going to sing their lullaby tonight..
Stolen away from their families their fate now rests in the arms of angels



* God be with the victims, their families and survivors of this meaningless massacre


A.Ertsland
December 16th 2012


Details | Free verse | |

What Is Grief


 Grief can be many things.
 Losing some of their nearest
 A father, mother, sister, brother, or his own child
 A while back, death was taboo
 We did not talk about it
 Grief you should wear alone
 We are all different,
 providing each our way
 Different cultures and ways of life
 We have become a little more open in our grief
 share our grief with others.
 if we share our grief,
 it becomes a little easier to bear
 But it is still there,
 you as a fellow human
 dare to hug not turn youself away
 even though other cries
 Rather wipe the tear away







 * Four weeks ago disappeared a 16 year old girl here in Norway,
    No trace of her ...
    Major exploration crew every day.
    Yesterday they found her ..... dead - killed.
    For a grieving family must bear.
    Such things happen every day






  



04. September 2012
A-L Andresen :)


Details | Rhyme | |

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.


Details | Free verse | |

A Grandmother's legacy

Warming lights surround you
Quilting the sharp silence
Outside dawn begins
Earth starts stretching 
Straightening out the knots
Caught from hours of slumber
Night moves on to blacken another sky
And Calmness stills the room
All is as it should be

As you drift in an endless sleep
I know not if you'll wake
Or lay your eyes on me once 
more
Softening my heavy heart
As death appears, he waits by 
your side
Head dipped in respect
White and gold robes I study of him
I beg him for more time
An hour, a day, a second 
His comforting eyes say no
It is your time and my heart stills
Now I must let you go

Aged hands under silken skin
Once tended plants and raised children
Loose their warmth
A last breath escapes your 
lungs
I look at death pleadingly 
But nothing can be done
I have to let you go now
You must do this alone

Death picks up your soul up as 
an orb
Glittering like a large diamond
To ferry you to your kin
I see them through the void 
I see them waiting

never again will we sit on the 
porch
As dew wakes up the grass
Trees shacking off the night before
Us, just being us
I'd soak up your wisdom
That resided in your soul
Every snippet a precious gem to me
Id bury them within
Where no other could reach them
Where no other could steal them

I show no tears
As they only fuel pain
From a young age
You taught me to be brave
Knowing my life would shatter 
me
Often I'd feel pain
So your compassion carried me
Over potholes and rocky paths
Your soothing voice steadied 
me
Till I made it safely past

Now Laying out your body
Ready for your last journey
I wonder if I told you enough
The love I have for you
I was blessed everyday 
You were in my life
Things seemed easier 
With you at my side 
Life was not so daunting
The hill was not so steep
Now you gone I'm shattered
Watching an endless sleep

Time with you was precious
For this truth I smile 
The mirror reflects parts of you 
Placed in this heart of mine
Happy you left peacefully 
And I was at your side
Inner gladness reigns 
As not just your jam recipe
Was handed down to me


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

Bleeding Out

She's holding in her hand
The only thing she can feel
Growing so weak she can barely stand
She chooses instead to kneel
To a forgotten God she prays
This pain is more than I can bear
Have mercy; please take the rest of my days
To the mirror, she turns to stare
Into eyes more than half dead
A girl without hope
There was no one to take the pain in her stead
No one to help her cope
As she makes the final cut
The blood drips on the floor
Her eyes forever shut
As she journeys to Heaven's door


Details | Elegy | |

My Brother

My brother you lived by the sand and the sea they both set your spirit free.
Remembering all the times that we went through doing things that brothers do.
As a chef you loved to cook and create watching Grandmon in the kitchen it was your fate.
Family and friends miss you so they all wish you did not go.
And Rocky my brother what can I say? I know I will miss you everyday.


JSergi


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 | Elegy | |

Carve Us Deeper in the Stone

A graveyard stands upon the hill;
Its tombstones smoothed beneath the tide
Of nature's forces beating hard;
I pass and hear the buried cry.
"Reverse the trend, relentless grown,
That would erase our names for aye;
For who grants thought to silent stones
And corpses claimed in nameless graves?
We yet would speak, if you inquire,
If you draw near with ear and heart .
We speak of dreams left unfulfilled;
We sing our song which but in part
Was heard before our souls were claimed.
Oh, who will hear what we would tell
With our last link with life consumed,
When dust with dust is mingled well?
We have a vision unattained
By you who still are flesh and bone;
If you our secrets wish to shard,
Dare carve us deeper in the stone."


This poem was inspired by a very old cemetery behind my home.
The tombstones were worn so badly that the names could hardly
be discerned.


Details | Elegy | |

IN MEMORY TO MY FATHER

written 23rd Oct 1997

So long I needed to visit
 but my heart didn't listen
Letting you know how much "I love you so"
 is now something, you will never ever know

Now that you are gone
 I know I waited to long
If I could just have that one more chance
 I would never treat it as just another glance

Now, you have become my biggest memory
 for you have gone, to a place I can not see
Knowing that we will never again touch
 makes me miss you, so very much

My children are still to young
 to wonder why pop hasn't rung
My heart is now empty
 for you, it always had plenty

I really do need to have you back
 you were the "only one, who saw me back
I know deep down inside
 you love me, more than words could describe

For it is only now, that I realise why you didn't want me around
 you knew how "painful it would have been, to watch you drown
But, as long as I am still alive
 you too, will continue to survive

For I will always be your darling little Denise
 who hopes, you forever rest in peace

                    ALLAN THOMAS HOLMES
                1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997


Details | Rhyme | |

Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


Details | Limerick | |

Throwaway Child

Nikki was an illegitimate child.
She grew up fast, she grew up wild.
She ran away from home at age sixteen.
A pimp killed her when she turned eighteen.
This is a cautionary tale of a throwaway child.


Details | Narrative | |

A Soul Awakened

The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration 
And that might be how souls are awaken


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 | Elegy | |

My First Grief

In my cradle,
My tiny body was cradled
In my mothers arms.
My gem among gems,
I remember when I cried
You comforted me with 
your soothing words.
Your re-assuring hands
Secured me till Death's 
Cold hands snatched you 
From me,a sucker I was
That needed you most.
Adieu! Sweet mum till 
We cross paths again!







Written by:
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu


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 | Lyric | |

Forever Changed

June 18, 2013 our world was Forever Changed
We where over halfway home
When we got the call from our baby sister

Said we need to get back home
We need to come as fast as we can drive
Mom really needs us
Something’s wrong with Daddy
The whole way we drove 80
Hoping & Praying we’d make it in time

Our Family & Friends were weeping 
By the time we got to his side
We knew our Daddy had been taking
And our hearts they were breaking
We never got to say Goodbye
We each softly kissed that man
We four sisters climbed in his bed 
We laid down beside him 
And cried just like babies
For our world was Forever Changed 
 
 


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 | Free verse | |

Sweet child of mine

The stars they used to bring tears to my eyes
Dark skies, I cried as I prayed for daylight
You were my fragment of pain
I became swallowed in memorys of darkness
That used to come and go so haunting, the loss of you
Still is killing me, for you were gone so suddenly..

My first child
My first love
Now all I have left
Are the stars above
Not to mention
The glow of the moon
That always reminds me
That you were taken too soon
Tears fall down my cheeks
When your name is spoken, that's when 
These demons become awoken
The heartbreak
The despair
Losing your child
Is too much to bear
Sleepless nights
Dreams full of terror
Seeing the pain in your eyes
Everytime you look in the mirror

I can look at the stars now
With hope, instead of pain
You my child, did not die in vain
You will live through me, glow bright star
Glow.. Glow for me
And for all of 
The mommys to see
Be my guidance, keep me from the ledge
To you child, this I pledge:

I see your glow and I can now smile
Though I might shed a tear every once and a while
Just because, I'm missing you
But I promise I will pull through

Thank you spirits
Thank you stars
For welcoming my child
With open arms
Keep him safe
Give him love
And let him know I am with him
Everytime I look above..


Details | Free verse | |

THE LAST STAND

THE LAST STAND

Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota, and the Sue.
Smothered beneath the white man blanket,
Chocking for a breath of airs life's sustaining oxygen.
The beating heart of native drums, are stilled frozen,
In the middle of it's rhythmic thumping, no pulses echo,
Can be heard on the open plain.
The weeping women kneel on sacred ground, shedding
A river of bloods tears, burning a permanent scare across,
A baron landscape.
Death's black raven shields itself, under it's crimson soaked wing,
Against shames immoral injustice. 
Greed's unsatisfiable hunger for land and riches fuels lusts desire,
Behold exterminations nay holocaust of the native inhabitance,
  Nothing remains alive except ignorance blackened shadow.
How much blood can mother earth be forced to drink before,
She drowns herself or spits up everything undigested,
 With sheer disdain and hatreds malice intent.
On a black and white chess board the winners takes it all,
Strategies grand masters playing with living pawns.
Treaties written in vanishing ink, promises disappear in thin air,
 Revealing a liars sharpened tongue.
The odds have always been stacked against those believing in fairness.
A rogue tidal wave of humanity has wiped out a nation,
And it's culture within the blink of an eye.
Flights appendages are clipped on the dove of peace, leaving it
Unable to soar above it's own habitat.
Wreckage’s refugees stumble in the ruins after math,
Rapes victims of civilizations civilized,
Are left devoid of their heritages lineage and legacy.
Elders chieftains representatives of a great nation,
Smoke peace pipes in the white mans hunting lodge
In Washington.
As human beings are hauled like cattle's cargo,
Taken to reservations burial grounds. 
Ancient ancestors lit up the heaven's vast expanse,
 By torches flame,
To guide the souls of the dead unto their great spiritual
 Plain beyond.
The pale horse gallops forward without a rider,
And the red people become a phantom tribe vanishing
 Upon the winds shifting tides.
Giving one last final trible battle war cry, 
Why my father but the great spirit answers not.
Behold America's legacy, a world trampled beneath
It's heavy iron fist, all in the name of progress or for the cause
Of Manifest destiny.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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 | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: Oscar Victorius

Villanelle: Oscar Victorius

Lock not the door in the face of your fate
   The intruder lies dimly in your place
Will he die for you were he your true mate

Soft the dark wind taps in every haste late
   Makes your darling come lie by your fire-place
Lock not the door in the face of your fate

Harsh words stifle your heart uttered so late
   Behind closed doors locked by fear on your face
Will he die for you were he your true mate

Will he run as fast as feet duplicate
   When you tug at the bed-sheets of his race
Lock not the door in the face of your fate

Whose screams you heard in your embattled state
   Before four blasts broke the silence of your grace
Will he die for you were he your true mate

Now your voice shrieks still behind the loud gate
   What mindless mistake takes you out of space
Lock not the door in the face of your fate
   Will he die for you were he your true mate.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013


Details | Alliteration | |

death

chills spike through my body - hands achy - body numb i reach for it its shiny slick and heavy i put it to my arm and pull towards me quickly red water comes from between the line in my arm i had just made the red comes more and more till it drips down my arm to my hand and off my finger tips i lay back and let the hot tears run down my face this is me


Details | Free verse | |

A Goodbye from All of Us

From that day to the next week, snow, rain and sleet -no sun.
Everything surrounding us is black,
Precious presents become precious past
Blurred cloudy water filling our vision
All together we grip, holding tight to memories taken,
Memories that have become dreams at night and haunt are days.
Were you ever here, my friend?
We whisper what could have been.


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 | 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 | Rhyme | |

In the Meadow

In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop , Drip Drop!
I can't seem to hear the Clip, Clop!
So off I run with a little Hip-Hop!


In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop!
As I near, my Heartbeat gives a Stop!
My Stomach does the tightest Flip-Flop!

In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop!
I howl on seeing the Butcher's Shop!
Onto the Meadow grass, I Slip-Slop!

To Witness the Unbearable Chop!
Blood of my Horse, Drip Drop!


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 | Ode | |

Soul Death

                                      

From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it 
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul 
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
                                             In peace may you rest Arusha


Details | Rhyme | |

Is it to late

Can we stop it?

It’s a crazy, hazy world
All filled with crazy people
The danger we are in
Its sky high, like a steeple
It’s reaching a crescendo
It’s touching air and ground
Earthquakes, hurricanes and floods
These be so often found
Is it too late to stop now?
Can we really turn it back?
Or is there mass destruction
A short way up the track?


Details | Couplet | |

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


Details | Couplet | |

To My Sister

I feel your presence everywhere I go
 You know how much I miss you and how I love you so
 I try very hard not to be sad
That's when I try to think of all the good times we had
 You'll always be with me every single day
 But Oh! How much I miss you since you went away.


Details | Narrative | |

into the wedge

There are some things, we will never forget


....

the sound of a phone call, still rings in my ears
squeezing my chest.....squeezing my chest...

the sun was sinking low, into the west
along with my heart
cold, under a blood-red sky

as we drove into the wedge of dusk
on the edge of our seats
in a frozen state 
on that icy slope
I was holding my breath in the liquid silence
coping........not coping
engaging in warfare
of knowing, without really knowing
how to hope, ...or what to hope for

but deep down
already knowing, the war was over...

my torso was rocking
without my control......forward and backwards
a life of it's own
a balm for raw nerves, I couldn't calm down
something to do, something to do
knowing, but not knowing
be hopeful, or be resigned?
coping? not well
 ...knowing, but not knowing

yet, somehow fearing
the war was over....

-

on that night that would change all...

he clung to the wheel......I clung to the seat
we clung to our prayers, but what was done, will be done...
what is gone.....will be gone

as we drove into the wedge of night
watching the moon replace the sun without remorse
we stayed on course, without a word between us said
but a slither of light on the horizon
filling my head with visions of birds on the wing
flying into the clouds
like a sign
as a shroud
taking my eyes
taking my hope
taking the doubt
taking instead
my own resistance
to what I already knew
it all
meant

what was done....will be done
what is gone....will be gone
losing hope....is losing hope
the war was over...

what is left 
we must accept




_________________________________


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 | 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 | I do not know? | |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stairway to Heaven

I stare upon December's moon,
and wonder why some leave so soon.
When news hits us like shattered glass...
Can we believe what's come to pass?
When we aren't meant to understand...
Then who are we to judge God's plan?
As he sifts through the sands of time...
Was this really by design?
Will we get from here to there,
and know it when we do?
Will we greet our flesh and blood,
and those we never knew?
Remember those that mean the most,
and hear their voices ring.
Then shut your eyes...and listen close,
and you'll hear an angel sing...
 
 
Copyright © 2007

 


Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled-Free Thoughts-Rap

Oh well here I go again, 
wishin for a dream that I could be wrapped in, 
entrapped in, 
torn away from addiction, 
destroy the tele… 
vision they strive to force upon you, 
its all false but you know I’m true. 
They will not protect you when you scream your broken cries, 
they are merely evil faces of masked men behind illuminati eyes 
with which they hypnotize, 
brainwash you with their lies. 
I've got those deep thoughts pouring in, 
all the roads I've traveled down
conditions I have traveled in 
here in my pretty town, 
the 910 deserves a crown. 
East Coast I'm representing, 
I promise you I am not venting. 
High on that purple haze, 
And still haven't slept for days, 
excuse these bloodshot eyes
with a krispy kreme glaze, 
some will try to say its just a silly phase...
My mind is so graphic, 
use words like special tactics, 
unmistakable like D'Jango, 
or a peace signs' angle, 
destroy the crave for war and struggle, 
no need to explain all the trouble, 
with places burstin’ into rubble, 
Rebel! Rebel! We’ll show ‘em hell! 
I’ll be fightin’ when I'm dead, 
kick and scream till my blood is shed, 
let authorities know the message will be spread! 
Put on a show with a little bit of passion 
or the bad things will continue to happen.
Get the love through your head, 
all this hatred should be dead, 
what I'm saying must be said, 
before the gauge goes into red. 
With vocabulary this brilliant makes a female more vigilant, 
like brothers boston what I speak 
my words alone will make you weak, make you faint, 
Like blood spilled by hands of a vigilante saint, 
trust me lifes too short,
you dont have the time my young cohort, 
wait until your words make an enemy
cause their threatened by the uncertainty 
that you will make it this far 
make a point unlike this war
next thing you know you see ‘em sweat
words fresh like paint drippin with purpose, 
makin ‘em wet.  
I finger paint a master piece with a just simple rhyme, 
just don't pull your piece on me just let me speak, my mind, 
while I unwind, rewind all this blasphemy, 
continential catastrophe, 
I may have to beg and plead so that my boys can rest in peace 
sorry for the interruption, 
don’t blame me for the corruption, 
for now I'll put my words at ease, 
hope you told someone you loved them today and that it wasn't a white lie, 
just a tease.

04.27.2013


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Jodi revised

Please read about the poem ~


How can I express my sadness as I turn on CNN .
For the man who was suffering as he left so beautiful inside 

 taken so handsome and young ,  by the Sin of Pride .

His Family now weeps for a very long time , 
he has become all our true loves in mind.

For he a Charismatic man , intelligent, 
well spoken , a man so hard to find .

What has our World come to 
What drives one to insanity, 
 to take another so Horrifically~

The Truth does not Lie Jodi ,
 for you holds no Glory .

The Truth in rejection so sad to face,
    willing to give away everything at all cost..

No matter how much she Loved him , 
  In capable of love through possession , 
 
There is a lesson through the worst pain .
 Through incapable love lies ,  betrayal . 

You have taken another that was not yours to take , 
  You have caused great sorrow and pain
      Your love of self in Vain ~

Giving her freedom through the spirit "Death " 
        will not make the sad better .
           In justice , is a mirror and cell for eternity .

In my heart everyone deserves Redemption ,
 leaving this writing  only the title of her name  
   many would like you to suffer this life and the next .

In respect of the Man who has left , I believe he would forgive her
   refusing to punish by Death .


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

The Circle

The Circle --- A Painting By Frida Kahlo

~~~

Caught between one life and another my pain lengthens like a shadow of the moon I am crumbling into fragments like a fragile leaf, played with by the wind O' dark angel of the night You've slashed your talons across my life You have pounced, without a care... declaring my flesh and bone your own I only hear you in the silence of despair.... My world is now this moment that does not move O furtuna, sternit fortem O furtuna, rota tu volubillis Never was my life my own, never could it bend A circle, round, I cannot be........but just a line that ends Quod per sortem .... Sternit fortem, A leaf, no longer, on the tree Reflecting then, upon a sky I reach a hand upon my crown and I feel of death instead My heart shrivels dry, a blackened rose, ... Do you feel my pain? Why must the flame of life grow dim? With hope you soothe me in your whim To take it all away? This wretchedness is black as tar, I taste the bitter blood! There's darkness hidden in the depth of who I used to be I am like a leaf, played with by the wind Do not turn eyes away...! Torment me not, with heartless lust.... as flesh turns into dust! ______________________________________________________________ Based on the Painting 'THE CIRCLE' For Cyndi's Contest: "Women Who Paint --Frida Kahlo" 8/19/13 http://www.fridakahlofans.com/c0611.html The Circle Translation O furtuna, (O' fortune) Rota tu volubilis, (you whirling wheel) Sternit fortem, (strikes down the string) Quod per sortem (since fate)


Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

You Didn't Even Say Goodbye

Why did you just get up and go away?
I thought that you would be here for me every single day
You did not even say goodbye
And if things went wrong, why did you not say "Lets try"?
I sit by my window and I am all alone
I am sitting there waiting and you don't even phone
What shall I do for the rest of my life?
When I thought we'd always be together as husband and wife
So as I sit by my window, I know in my heart
That we'll be together again, because we were never meant to part
Then as I look out of my window
In another world I can see
We will be together as it was always meant to be


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Funerals

“Coffins. Who’d of thought it? Catalogues for coffins. And the speed and efficient nature of funerals in general. I mean I know we’ve been doing them for years, but we’re very good at it aren’t we?” Everyone laughed. “No, but really the whole thing has just been one task after the other, call the funeral home, call the hospital, call the crematorium, call the family, call the papers, call the lawyers.” She paused, “I’d half-forgotten someone had died!” Everyone laughed. “And the things that always seemed like jokes – he always said he thought he should hedge his bets with the man upstairs just in case the religious folks got it right, but was that serious?” Everyone laughed. “And the funeral director, oh the funeral director trying to tactfully ask if he was a fat man, by asking if we needed one urn or two.” Everyone laughed. “I mean the whole thing is just too funny.” At the funeral everyone cried.


Details | Free verse | |

Mind Bender

I try to bend my mind around a straight line.
Pondering the lies imbedded in yesterdays truths.
False prophets, masquerading on wisdoms mountain.
"come taste our wares"
I become intoxicated on prides pie.
Tasting success's exstinction.
Lives forsaken,
sacrificed on alters of progress.
Beads of glass breaking in upturned palms
whispers from the fallen,
not allowed to cry out.
The language of their ancestors,
silenced, 
erased.
What's left?
Is there any trace?

Oil drips along insanities highway.
Multitudes traveling gleefully in the passing lane,
destination... nowhere fast.
munching on fastfood promises
Heading towards a toothpick bridge,
trusting facades of solidity.
Smiling plastic smiles.
Turning the radio dial,
tuned to stations extolling self pride.
God complex.
"All things are possible if I believe in me!"
Living the dream,
suspended within stupidity.
Unable to bend twisted minds.
Failing to seek the straight and narrow path.
The end of us,
no muss, no fuss.
Time stands still.
Momentary pause.
The earth waits, 
catches it's breath.
Abrahams Father, 
presses restart...



Details | Free verse | |

Whistle

Running, after more than you, can hold.
Taking, someone else’s love, and leaving.
Children are fearful of what they’re told.

Can’t you see I’m the one who’s freezing?
I was just a child with a trinket 
Never knowing that it’d be, more to me

When you were gone to, too far, from me.
Steady with your hands close to my heart
Never letting our world’s tear us apart

I know, your icicles 
I miss the beaches that we played on
You missed the child in your own eyes

Now you’re gone, 
But I’m still not here.
Why can’t you wake up 

I’m not ready
Please, just take your time, don’t leave now
I can’t fight this world alone.


Details | Free verse | |

Whisper's

                                      WHISPER’S

April rain fell like whispers on grass,
Soft and light like a half felt apology.
Dark clouds wafted overhead in shamed silence.
Distressed by a cold winter’s return. 
Daffodils wept and bowed in fading despair,
My Father’s favourite plant was slipping away. 
As my Father had done and now my Mother too
Lost to a world of cold whispers and sorrow. 

Dead flowers I had placed on their grave so light
Were fading like a memory, a star un-bright.

Still the rain whispered but failed to cleanse,
The grit of sorrow that inhabits my heart.


Details | Free verse | |

THE HAUNTING

Entombed behind isolation walled
 Prison,
A haunting malice trapped me within.
Crouching beneath shadows shroud,
 Leering eyes pierce.
Through darkness’s pitch black,
 Covenant.
Pacing beast intercepting motions,
 Movements, mocking my,
Feeble attempts to evade frenzy's,
 Tormentor.
Deceptions deceiver, silver tongued, 
Weaver, spewing lies deceit.
Intricately aligning it's widow,
 Makers webbing,
Feasting on innocence betrayal.
Heckling, laughter echoes, against,
 Dead reckoning.
A chilling appetizing, as if pleased,
 At malice’s intent.
Fiendishly, delighting in torturing,
It’s human pet.
A vacant mumbling feeling over,
 Comes reasoning,
A deeper anger begins to rage,
Rebelling against hatred’s,
Horrifying entity.
Motivated to survive beyond spectral,
 Captivity.
Hear my disgust, creature,
 I shall destroy thee.
Leave me alone, screaming aloud,
 Sanity's domain gives way.
In musty halls empty hollows,
 An odorous stench.
Fills mine senses,
Cease mortal miscreant,
 None leave here alive,
Shudders blood runs cold down raw
 Veins nerve endings,
A deepening realizations rushes,
 The conscious mind,
I'm deaths play thing.
To be pounced upon, a toy mouse,
 Caught between claws,
Extracting, retracting at whims invoking.
Invisible hands grasp choking life's,
 Breath away.
Feeling every heartbeat slowing,
 Quietly ceasing.
Stinging painfully ringing at ear, 
Shots quivering,
Oblivion's mute murmurs never part,
Lips tightly closed.
Let mercy's fallen be forgiven,
 Released from,
Beyond hells hidden regions,
A place devoid of spiritual salvation.
Foul demonic spirit haunting,
 A madman's kingdom,
It whispers to me in sweet melodies,
 Aftershock.
Now we begin, and you truly belong to me,
With satisfactions grimace, it smiles.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Prose | |

Just Jump - Frankenstein's Grand Finale - End of the Dear Frankenstein Saga

What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?
When the only one you've got is your captor, your abuser?
When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?

 

I’ll tell you what happens:
You get a little crazy, a little careless.
You can’t remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you.
You get selfish.

 

You can’t see what causes it, so you can’t fix it… this dysfunction.
You know you can’t just change it, because you’re not the only one involved.

 

So… You run.
The first chance you get, you run.
But there’s no where to go.
You know they’ll come.
You know they’ll find you.
So, you run.
Just until you find a beautiful space.
It’s so beautiful, it might already be heaven.
You’ll find out soon.

 

It’s a beautiful cliff.
Maybe they’ll think you fell.
It doesn't matter.
Don’t leave a note;
Let them think what they will.

 

Jump.
Now’s your chance.
Hear them coming?
They’re closing in.
Quick!
Before they catch you.

 

This is your last chance to escape.
Jump.
It won’t hurt once you've hit the bottom.
It can’t be any worse than everyday.

 

Do it now,
Before there’s anymore pain.
Don’t start thinking.
They’ll get over you.
Move on without you.

 

Jump.
Before it’s too late again.
Just jump.
Nothing will ever hurt again.

 

Quick!
Do it quick!
Jump.
… Just Jump.

 

*This is the end of a tortured life.*

 

Turns out…

The bad guys win.

 …………


Details | I do not know? | |

The End

She sat on the side of the room to the left,
Her earphones in, and her hoody on, 
And her eyes stare forward, and fail to blink
And her hands are clasped together.
And she stays like this until the end. 

She walks around at her steady pace, 
But her heart beats at 100km per hour.
She gives polite smiles, 
And discrete middle fingers, 
And she stays like this until the end. 

She goes to her bedroom and closes the door, 
Quietly locking it behind her. 
She sits on the floor and opens the box,
And then begins to cut.
And she stays like this until the end.

She cleans herself up, and wipes away her tears,
And hopes no one will ever know.
And she looks in the mirror, 
And doesn’t recognize the girl,
And she stays like this until the end. 

With her hoody, her makeup, her sunglasses,
And her earphones in, she has to face the world,
And she sits in school, her head held low, 
Alone, and hopes, and thinks.
And she stays like this until the end. 

And the time comes for her to leave, 
And she can barely move, 
She can’t, she can’t be alone.
Cause she knows she won’t come back. 
And she stays like this until the end. 

She goes to the bathroom and opens the cupboard,
Reaching for the pills. 
She grabs a glass, and climbs in the bath
And downs all the pills.
And she stayed like this till the end. 

She grabbed her blades, and cut her arms, 
Her stomach, her thighs, her hips, her wrists,
She cried until she could cry no more,
And waited it to end.
And she stayed like this till the end.

She took her last breath, and thanked the lord,
And said “I’ll be home soon mummy”
And she closed her eyes, and fell asleep
Never to wake again.
And that was the way she stayed, the end.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.


Details | Blank verse | |

I miss you

I miss you more than I could ever properly stress... You were a great friend, a true proper friend that anyone would be lucky to have known and luckier still to call their friend. I cherish the many times we shared together in laughter and fun. I think of you often and wish to go back to those simpler days, when things didn't get complicated or even hard. But as I write these words and remember you I wish for only your forgiveness. I let you down and I so very sorry. If I could have been a better person. A better friend then maybe now we'd still be able to share the laughter, the happiness, the pain, and the sadness within our lives. But as it is I abandoned you and lost a truly precious gift. If not for my selfishness perhaps you still might smile in the most dire of times...
with an aching heart 
and heavy head 
I ask for your forgiveness 
as I lay you down to rest
Perhaps if I were better,
If I had been a good true friend
Then you would have felt so alone in the end

My dear Alleria... I miss you every day
With an aching heart I now finally say
Goodbye sweet friend...it has been a year
I must go, and leave you once more.
But this time I leave you in the hands of God
He will care for you and guide you

With as much love as I possess...
Farewell...

I will always, miss you.

---
In Loving memory:
Alleria
June 07, 1993-August 20. 2012


Details | Musaddas | |

JESUS WITH MY FAITH I SEND THIS PLEA

written 14th July 2013


My sorrow, is overwhelming my 'entire' soul
 for in my jaded life, my dear "Nath" would be the last breath taken away
Why does God, continue taking those that play the most 'critical' roll
 my life is 'never' going to endure, any hint of ease.. no way

Heart heavy, loss and pain all consuming me 'again'
 God, I plea with you leave me those that I 'love' these day's
It's become 'that' part of the year, my Nathan was taken due to 'my' curse
 tears flood my entire being, why do you always insist I live entirely 'alone'

Sorrow just in this year now at 'half point' has finally taken the 'full' toll
 I no longer see, any thing as my destiny that I shall 'exude'
When, will it 'ever' be my turn, I wait..to become the next called to heaven
 "am" I not worthy, of your abundant grace?

You, seem to take 'everyone' I 'entrust' to a faraway land
 Nathan Reide' these are my tears containing, the 'most sorrow' I've ever let fall
But, every memory of you and me, stop all of the pain
 just, another pain and despair to add to my life's endurance 'till'

I long, for peace, joy and 'any' kind of life would do me,
 at this point of my life, I can not take anymore, seriously, lighten up on me!
I fear in new friends, how long..before you conclude they too will end
 You bless me with a loving husband, mother, father, niece
 
When.. do you think you might, 'let' me see them... this  is my plea
 returning me back into church, I am in need off being blessed
How 'come' you did take that away from me? 
 faith, in me stayed 'strong' you alone know the extent

I need to move 'now' I have stayed still, and achieved what I think I was to 
 poet, I assume that was 'my reason' why you kept here
With that now in full swing
 can you now spread my wings

You are 'overpowering' my soul, and I now do as I am told
  patience, never was my best strength, have I 'not' proved to you
I'm completely at your mercy, you are the entity that drives the heart of me
 with all that, I need a break between all these sorrowful times, 'may I now move'

This is the deepest of despair, I have ever endured, please see me through
 I am more than 'positive' I WILL NOT make it through, another emotional trial
Not to be left here, still bleeding the way I still am...
 darkness has taking more of my light I'm loosing all sight, of who is me...

My heart full of anguish and grief, depression takes her advantage, of the ease
 I have nothing worth finding joy or enlightenment anyway, she will have me...
I don't have any strength to even consider the thought of even trying this time
 in defending myself against her this time
She only win's by default...

Denise Hopkins


Details | Free verse | |

Good Morning Doctor Death

Waking up five in the morning,
and looking the dawn's sun rise,
to start the day with a yawn and strech.
Smell the morning dew,
as you go and retrive the morning newspaper,
filled with tablots of lives more intresting than yours.

You wave to your hand to your neighbor,
who you don't like, still you say, "hi"
Why?
It's just the nature of the human being.
You turn and go inside,
you feel some pain on your leftside.
All those milkshakes and hamburgers
caught up to you.
What do you do?
Not much, you can do now,
You fall to the ground, clenching your chest;
you call out for help, but no one comes.
You see your neightbor, but he doesn't mind.
See he hated you as well, like you hated him,
and he is glad to see you fall to your
knees and beg for Mercy.

Oh no! here he comes,
Doctor Death, no not Jack Kavorkian,
No! the big cheese,
the Creature that prays on black souls,
just like yours.
Doctor Death come on down! Come and clam your prize!
Good morning Doctor Death! I'm ready,
Are you?


Details | Rhyme | |

A Senior's Day

Usually you're all alone
When there's ringing on your phone
An early call that makes you moan
Just wish it was a dial tone
You grab the phone
Press to your ear
Hello who's there?
You calm your fear
A neighbor's voice comes on the line
You know at once
Things are not fine
What will she say?
This voice today
What gives you dread?
Is someone sick?
Is someone dead?
The news you hear will make you sad
You know it will
It's always bad
And so you hear the tragic tale
Another friend
You start to pale
The call ends soon
Someone who once enjoyed her wealth
She seemed to have the best of health
One minute she was doing great
Then death became her sudden fate
No more to say
Another call
That changed your day
The phone's back now
Back on the wall
Who'll call next
Who's next to fall?


Details | Epitaph | |

TO INDIA'S VICTIMS of RAPE

TO INDIA’S VICTIMS of RAPE


Sisters of mine,
Daughters of mine
Your lot
Prey to fall,
To the filthy
Appetites 
Of brute men
Inhuman men
Hyenas of sex
Disgrace of 
Humanity

My heart broken
My spirit shocked
Your innocence
Taken
Your life
Robbed 

Apathetic to
Remain
Impossible for me
And every man
Of this world
With decency
 
That’s why I shout
To raise an uproar
From North to South and
From West to the East 
Castrate the 
MONSTERS
Castrate the 
BEASTS!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
    29 December 2012


Details | Free verse | |

left alone

           
         
         Now I am left alone with tears ~

         with all shared may sadness cease
         the darkness of loss as fears increase
         your heart wants to hold on for hope
        

          losing the one expected never ready 
           going through acceptance you think
          until time stands still and life does cease 
       
           Now I am left alone with tears ~
            
          every thought now to late to speak
            all you thought you knew you didn't
          when death comes swift no real preparation

         How long will this hurt one can only wonder 
          The tears fall hard , the tears fall alone    
           saying goodbye forever your gone .
               
           
          

          


Details | Limerick | |

Salty and sweet limerick

Is it sweet or salty or sour?
Brimming with happiness or always dour?
Prancing, living with gaiety
Or waiting for a guillotine 
Now standing forever to scour?


Details | Couplet | |

Memories Beyond the Door

I keep the memories locked away,
never to see the light of day.
Grief is just beyond that door
where I lie upon the floor
begging you "please don't die".
Asking God " why, why, why ?"
I closed the door on that day
to keep those memories at bay.
My heart, it could stand no more 
of what I'd locked behind that door.
Guilt and grief, sadness, pain.
Knowing I'd never see you again.
Suicide is such an ugly word.
Much too ugly to be heard,
so I keep the memories locked away
to never see the light of day.

            04/05/2013
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
for Constance's "Memories Beyond the Door"
contest
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Details | I do not know? | |

Life Lessons Learned

Grief took me by the hand
Lead where I didn't want to go
Straight into the valley of tears
That began to constantly flow

Now that grief had acquainted me
With sorrow in the vale of tears
It seemed at eternal spring of weeping
Was where I would constantly live

Then grief brought me up the mount
Where loved ones went before
When escorted in this place 
The lessons to which exposed

Seems now working my way back
Changed forever from that meeting
Grief an aquaintance I had spurned
But now after the greeting

I will never be the same 
Though given another hundred years
Grief taught me more in a few short fears
Than joy with all her pleasings


Details | Sonnet | |

Pearl of La Paz

Oh pearl of the world, opalescent daughter of nacre
Venus borne up in a shell from the shimmering sea
Had I known your loveliness would be a trouble maker
So gladly, so happily, I would have let you be

A dream so richly rare to ignite a weak man's greed
A burning thirst that only having you could quench
By night we hide, they fire a shot and then my dirty deed
The thieves lie dead before me but still the pearl I clench

Juana keens a high and shrilling moan of deep travail
I rush to them.. What can it be that causes such distress?
My son, my Coyotito, so cold, so still, so pale...
I damn, I damn, this devil's jewel that I possess!

Ahead a life of emptiness, that no riches can restore
Into the sea, oh witch's spawn, your curse shall kill no more!


March 8, 2013. Based on John Steinbeck's novella "The Pearl".
Natural perfect pearls of good size are very rare and quite expensive.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Damned

Her devilish eyes beat at me 
taking flesh with every blow,her 
rendered heart beat sounds like 
tribal drum rolls an her skin 
drips venom from its pores , I 
find myself helpless and 
paralyzed , everything else 
seems trivial and meaningless 
to this moment,..she exhales 
smoke and lightning flows from 
her finger tips ,she is the 
antichrist the source of my 
device, but I can't help but give 
her my heart,I question my gift 
but remain entranced caught in 
her red moonlit ritual 
dance,sight of her is blinding , 
she is what Every man  desires 
but can't reach, it feels like 
heaven but I sweat from the 
heat,the pain she inflicts is 
bitter sweet an burns like salt 
in a wound ,she is gods most 
regretted creation born for the 
night with a hunger that cannot 
be fed,hold her down chain her 
up she cannot be contained , 
pentagrams burn white in her 
eyes,she's a shape shifting 
voodoo angel that sleeps with 
vipers ,yet I seek her and 
desire her with every thread of 
my existence and have turned 
into an insomniac who day 
dreams of her , cut by the 
thorns of the rose she wears in 
her hair , always the day of the 
dead and raining razorblades, 
the tree limbs reach out for my 
embrace but every one of them 
are shadowed with her face,I 
close my eyes I can always find 
her there , lay with her in the 
ground every breath she takes 
is sin ,she's a black rosé that 
cannot be changed a black rosé 
that cannot be contained , 
ashes to ashes dust to dust I 
cut my heart to be with her and 
bleed undying trust,it's only 
her....everything else I feel is 
not real .....


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Elegy | |

Autumn Sun

You will find me again

In the place you’ve never been

Once everything’s said and done

In the heart of the autumn sun

When the weather drips its hues

Faint, fading colors

 the leaves will lose

Drop to the earth

 with a hint of white	

Falling under trees

 In the days’ waning light

Waves of Gold grown old

All your secrets and troubles untold

You shall call and I will hide

Forever will I be by your side


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Death by Beauty

A smile moves across her lips
She gazes at her crime
A scar across her flesh and soul
To haunt her for all time
She’ll waste away for all she cares
Never stops to use her brain
Doesn’t care about the ones who are close
All she cares about is pain

She wants to be what the others expect of her
Doesn’t care about the self-respect for her
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Can’t she see what all she has got
Already?

Never to go back again
She feels the world is at an end
She will never show her grief
Although she’ll cry in empty streetS

She’d sooner live like a desolate mole
Living in fear in an empty hole
Screaming silent wails alone
Content to live in her mental home

A final tear falls from her eye
It hits the ground, it’s followed by
A beautiful body, mutated by hate
A kind word could have stopped it, but it is too late
One two many bricks in the wall in her mind
Molding her demise because her heart was blind
This self conscious being could never have won
For she was destroyed by the beautiful ones

She wouldn’t fight back, wouldn’t respect herself
In the end, she managed only to wreck herself
A rose can’t be a forget-me-not
Little did she know, she had all she had sought
Already


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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


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Dead Baby

Dying more than ever before
Every time I miss you more
A first child that wasn’t born
Dead, now all I do is mourn

Baby only four months old
A treasure I never got to hold
Big hole in my heart tonight
Yelling “Why didn’t you hold me tight?”


Details | Free verse | |

Maybe the Guff was empty, cancer full moon eclipse

Maybe the guff was empty—Cancer full moon eclipse

Left field call on the black wall phone
faint cry from the distant end
spoke with throat lump of capital
disaster and a troddened womans most
everydom—lost before found—somehow Jan
knew and put forth a celestial no comment with 
I-hope-I-am-wrong-love gesture for the
love torn bull awaiting a cancerfold friend
offspring no spring-perhaps next spring. Anna
soild Anna so poised of classic stock sometimes
never bending to an antiflexible Taurus mood
was caught in a never place,  why of questions-
depleted character strikes. Will the blood
hordes rally for the fallen “fetalrade” and
heal the internal emohurt temperature 
inferno of unknown bliss. Does it ever come
at the right instant? Like where’s a cop when
you really need one—maybe 7-11 therapy would 
bring solice and peace. Forgive the forgiver
and pass your sense into another ability
Keep your mind and your soul for the little 
lost egg. I don’t know know or could never compromise 
no more of a complex juxtaposition of life
and death than that of biobeings so
closely connected that share the same
existance, one within-one yet
percent infinity bonded in a tidewater
liquid symbiosis that no manbeing in time
past or future will hope to match let alone
entertain. Be that as it may, you’ve felt the
sting of life and the creation of flesh for a brief
moment of time in time   and time is that holder of all
events we hope to achieve—your time in both
will come to be—you will share
and create from within, and not waiver
about the fallbacks we run down for
no explanations from anyone will suffice
or reason to make a whole sense of such
a fathomless inconsistency. I felt your
loss deep in my knees and thoughts flew
to your little soul upstairs. There are words
and there are no words—my deepest senses
to you and Dana—I know it will happen for you
as all things come to pass for those deserving                          dave collins


Details | Ballad | |

Isolation

How can I tell you?
I can't stay with you.

Neither I can give up on you.
Fear of losing you is losing me.
It feels like slow death every night.

But we are just stuck in our spaces!
Unable to connect from two feet distance.


Details | Quatrain | |

Lost Hope

On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
Will this nest ever its glory retrieve

The companion birds are all flown away
O cyprus trees and roses! Permit me to leave

(Influenced by a Rubai of an eminent Urdu poet Josh Malihabadi)


Details | Rhyme | |

My Father's Heart

Hearing your heartbeat my ear on your chest 
moments like that I loved best
For every heartbeat was special to me
'cause it meant my dad I still get to see

Then I went to bed that night
peacefully next door you were sleeping tight
I never feared lying in that dark room
knowing it will take only one shout and you'll be there soon

Waking up the next day, getting out of bed
I got done for work and that morning not much were said

I remember your words the previous night
"Leave her just now she'll be alright"
A worried mom kept asking what is wrong 
'Cause she didn't understand why i looked so down 

Off to the doctor you went that day 
and in hospital you had to stay
I prayed to God "please just let him be okay"

Hours have passed and your words got less
I told myself that you'll be fine after a couple of days of rest
I never prayed so hard
asking Him "please please just help him God"
I never stopped hoping and believing
That soon with my ear on your chest i will still hear you breathing

Seven days have passed, not a word from you
Imagining you waking up saying "I'm fine how are you?"
In the ICU lying with my ear on your chest
This time only small little breathes
I felt safe so close to your heart
That fatherly love my favorite part

Your words that previous Thursday night
"Leave her just now she'll be alright"
I never knew those words would be your last
'Cause a week after those words... Daddy, you've passed

Lying with my ear on your chest
The moments I used to love best
My world came crashing down
and that moment was never the same
'Cause that moment I realized that MY father's heart will never beat again


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A night to forget

She thought that he’s charming
Her friends says he is so cute
But little did they know
It’s the furthest from the truth

Her mom buys her a new dress
Because he ask her to the prom
But during the fun and laughter
He spikes her punch with rum

She wakes up in his BMW
He,s smiling with a cigarette
A morning she will remember
A night to forget

She can’t stop crying
She lies on her bed
Feeling hurt and disgusted
Suicide thoughts comes to her head

Her mom notice the changes
But she don’t know what is wrong
She use to sing in the church choir
The preacher says she stops coming around

She hugs her mother last night
Then walks out the door alone
And its now early morning
She didn’t come back home

She jumps over the bridge
They pull her body soaking wet
She couldn’t live with the memory
Of the night she can’t forget

It’s sad that her young life was ruin
By the evil that lays hidden behind a smile
Her mother life is shattered
Never knowing what happen to her child

This is happening to innocent girls
All over the world
Taking away their dignity and pride
Sucking the life out of their very soul

Another girl sits under a tree
Reading a book of poem by kaz ishmael
He said “excuse me just got to say
That you have a beautiful smile

She brushes her long hair
Think her jeans didn’t fit to right
His BMW is waiting out side
They are going to movies tonight


Details | Ballad | |

The ballad of Tich Thomas

The Ballad of Tich Tomas
.
A dog was howling in the night
Perhaps she knew the truth
That Tich would not be coming home
This dog needed no proof
That the man who she loved so
He’d come to her no more
Because Lance corporal Thomas was
 A victim of the war.

Now Tich, he was a country boy
His farm it was his life
A boon to his community
He’d give in times of strife
He learned his trade in farming school
With honours he’d come through
Then settled down to work his farm
That’s what he planned to do.

But then, one day it came to him
The news he did not need
He’d been called up for army life
He went off without heed
To do his time in Puckapunyal
To get him set for war
He soon made it as Infanteer
So he joined a fighting corp

He worked real hard and gained a stripe
This showed he had potential
He earned his skills in jungle fighting
And then there came the call
For he to go to Vietnam
To five RAR he was sent
Charlie company was his unit
When off to war he went

It was in April sixty six
Our man went into battle
There in the Phuc Tuy provence
Those guns did roar and rattle
Our Tich he fought real gallantly
So brave was he, but then
The shrapnel done it’s evil job
He joined the fallen men.

They brought his body back to those
Who were waiting for him there
The whole town came to welcome him
And helped with grief and prayer
They buried him with all the honours
That came to fighting souls
Who died to keep their country free
Courageous in their roles.

More honour it was placed on him
By the country where he’d fought
They built a statue in his name
And his likeness it was caught
By the sculptor who did honour him
And carve him into stone
And now Tich Tomas guards the park
As he stands there all alone.

If you’re ever down in Nannup town
Go to the park that’s there
You’ll see the statue of young Tich
As his spirit everywhere
Will fill the souls of those who see
This fighting man, so brave
Who’s body lies so peacefully
In his own town, in a grave.

2007


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Suicide Bomber

You are a monster, a devil, a curse
Where you go crowds disperse
Death and disability, you gift to society
Cities littered with corpses in variety

You blow your own body to shreds
Along with it you annihilate hundreds
You kill women, children, young and old
As a reward your family wins some gold

Heaven is promised as your share
You for hereafter your life spare
Your turning of streets and roads into blood’s pool
Is a heinous crime you lecherous fool

You nothing but God’s wrath earn
Your body and soul will in Hell burn
Persecuted, tormented, lashed and cursed
Your bleeding wounds left un- nursed

The blazing Hell that never chills
Its belly with likes of you fills
Angels accounting for the blood spilled
And the number of innocents you killed

Who but you is to blame?
Those on whose bidding you played the game
Will not be there to rescue you
From lashing of angels black and blue


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''We buried her in that grave in the ground''

We buried her in that grave in the ground;
it was her final, resting place--poor Mom!
Shaken, I wept but my siblings were calm;
only I appeared distraught and unsound,
overwhelmed at the sudden loss I found
too great to bear; it was like a huge bomb
had exploded in our lives,--like napalm!
There I sat...my grieving tears were profound;
it had been an upsetting funeral:
we buried her on a cold, wintry morn...
all there knew their places on arrival;
among them I wept, so tearful and torn
during the service and the burial.
In the end, I felt so dead and stillborn...



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Forty Lost

Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
 Forty lived
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
you’ll  bask
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
Remember now,
your last first kiss,
those times will be
profoundly missed…
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
complex dance...
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
 
 Copyright © 2013


Details | Elegy | |

I fear death

I fear death, not quite death but yours, and not yours but mine
I guess I fear my death in being your survivor, but not quite
I fear grief, that it might consume me once more, but not mine
I guess it is your sorrow and despair at death that is drowning my life

I've been here before; I don't know how I survived or what inside me died
I had so many questions that she never answered; they never left, never died
So your gasping breath brings back my sorrow from that walled in stasis
I teeter on the rim of a well that reaches grief's bottom blackness, I lied

It is not your pain I fear, it's mine. I did not survive her deathbed
I never again lived. I died with her though peace I never found
I don't know if it was her death, my loss, hers, or the death cycle
But the air has stayed musty from graves while I pretended not to care

I don't know if I was there for her, or how she felt that last morning.
My memory lapses with that of the child I was then into dreams of gray
I don't know the pain of death, if it is worse to leave or know you are leaving
I don't know if she found peace or her heart broke for me or because of me.

Sorrow swells as the memories fade in, filling that well with blackness
I know that if I don't fall, it will rise up to suffocate me again
If I jump I will lose myself and never find you to say goodbye
My memory lapses, I think I jumped, did I tell her goodbye?

I fear my grief. Grief is all, nothing before or after exists.
I fear that grief will over shadow my mind and I won't be there
I fear that this sorrow will rob me of the words to say I love you
I fear despair will take my soul and this time I'll have nothing left of home.

How do I ask you to share this life with me when I don't know if I'll survive your death?
How do I ask you to live each day and don't let me run when I ran from her?
How do I ask you to believe in me and don't fear when I fear myself?
How do I ask you to comfort me when I'm too afraid to comfort you?


I never asked her to hold me again, to comfort, because she was the one dying.
What right do I have to ask the sick to comfort the healthy, the dead the living?	
And how could I, being the first spirit to die, ask the ones who speak of life still
to comfort the shell I left behind while theirs decays before my eyes? 
There are no comforts to sooth the guilt of living, but forgiveness will birth new life.



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Human Nature

When chaos brings civilization to its knees 
From world wide pandemic critical disease
Or when a tsunami consumes everything beyond the shores
Swallowing the landscape and changing life as we know
Earthquakes shake the very foundation of this world
Or an astroid penetrates the cradle of birth
Bring us back to the primitive unleashing the truth
From the umbilical chord we are more ferocious than rabid wolves
And we will kill fellow man just to survive
Or just for the desire of taking ones life
What is compassion but a dead corpse on the road
Adrenalized by fear no time for sorrows
No need to worry about a world war zombie apocalypse 
We're already flesh eating monsters wearing dead skin
Most people panic when they lose internet or their lights
Autonomy is just a word most people can no longer define
And your money isnt worth *****so forget trying to buy
Your way out of cleansing while you run out of time
So learn to die well and hold your loved ones real tight
As you pray that your death will let you ascend to new heights
Beans, bullets, and bandaids are all that I'll need 
To keep population zero from taking over me
**** being hopeful could we really be so naive
To think that in these days we could some how find peace
When our mother earth gets restless and releases all of her worst
The only thing more destructive is our human nature


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Nothing More Or Less

Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
Imagination trims
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Hollywood rounds
Quills deliver
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
Tragedies
We consume it all like freshly baked bread
We feed until we are engorged and fed
A viral, universal mess
Ideas and unmade memories
Nothing more or less

My eyes remain glued to the screen
Living it all out
Tears dare to flow—to doubt
I should have thought of that
Can I truly let myself believe,
Someone else lived that!
Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters
For miles and miles of stories remain unread
While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment
Dead
Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable
Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table
I can never let the raw truth rest
Naked, bare and empty—soothed
Nothing more or less

I cringed for originality 
Observed the world through the unedited scripts
The very act, the poetry pact
The wild animal drooling in the back
I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked
As the reviews bloated less and less
They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new
And this empty brain in agony—HISSED 
I have lived in no epic battle of account
Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers
The stories the red carpet smothers
And still I ache to create
Before the other ones discover
I returned with ‘‘oh me’s’ and ‘oh my’s’’
With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies
Nothing more or less

Little have I lacked to dream
Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire
Stories that rarely brittle or tire
I fiddled with precious glass on edge
Foully eager for self-damage
As if it would trigger some legitimate spark 
Searching for creatures and features in the dark
No one unlocked the passage that night
For the starving idea-parched malice of right
But all welcomed with open arms
A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms
Consuming, fuming dooming
All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming
Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen
Their legacy real as it can possibly get
Nothing more or less


Details | Narrative | |

A missive from the damned to whoever have a little time to spend with this nonsense - Page 1

And so, I have made up my mind, once more.
I have decided to depart, to bid this husk farewell.
In order to do that, I must save coins if I desire to save myself.
For with it, I will be able to buy my ticket out here to a more blessed realm or the eternal void. Either way, I will be winning.
I mustn't, any longer, feel the starvation of affection and no more I shall be fed by the crumbs of fleeting joy they toss at me.

Thoughts of finishing are always in my mind, flooding it, making hard to go day by day, making hard to sleep, to have hope.
I fail to see where the hope is, I like to think that it can be find inside of one's heart.
But even so, I think I am mistaken, and when I glance at myself in the mirror, I quickly lose any spark of what could-be hope.

With the aid of the metallic sling, I shall leave this husf behind, heavy with its sins and sorrows, to no more nourish hatred.
For it does only to hinder my advance towards elevation.
With my metallic sling, I shall pierce, first, my heart, where lies the sorrow, then, my mind, where resides the sins.
Whilst the life in me start to wane, regrets I will not have, when my consciousness fade, my spirit will be no longer be trapped inside this imperfect cage of flesh.
Being free, my spirit shall roam far and beyond to, before, unseen places by men, to  untouched places by men.

Another day,someone inquired me "Are you happy now?" and for that I just said "Yes". How else could I have responded if not with a lie?
How could I tell them that I yearn for a premature closure in order to stop thinking and feeling but I also yearn for love.
"I am not absolutely happy, as per say, but I do suffer less when I am asleep" I could never say that to anyone...


Details | Elegy | |

Grieving Lines For The Innocent -An Elegy On The Death Of Troy Davis

An Ocean of grief has welled in my soul
Grief of an orphan shrouded by injustice
And unto the legal gate of Georgia, 
A thousand unjust deaths posted notice
Why should it be the innocent dove? 


An amber fang of a Mephistophelian judge was imminent
Tearing all cloak innocence had worn
As holy truth assumed the position of the sun
Prime hatred was masking a noble in the court of law
And only the stainless blood of a lamb would please her rage
To atone the sorrows of a revenge-haunted family? (Truth denies)
O brothers why should it be the innocent Troy Davis? 
The tears-laden heart of mine forever shall mourn his demise



His departing lines still anchor in the inner chamber of my soul
"To thee O family of the deceased cop 
I may die but I am not your killer
And to thee my ruthless lethal killers
Pray for your souls for thou have soiled thy hands in my blood"
To my brothers who say it is legal
Empty your hates and embrace truth 
Some things may be legal but not right
Slavery in its prime was legal 
But to human dignity O brothers was it right?
An Ocean of grief has welled in my soul 
Grief of an orphan shrouded by injustice
For innocent Troy Davis is dead!


Details | Couplet | |

Painful Truth

I started this day off with a smile and was in a cheerful spirits,
Then someone spoke your name and I couldn't bare to hear it.
It cut straight through my core and pierced me deep within  my soul.
Then came the crying , the sobbing and the emotions that I can't control.
It's like having an open wound from white phosphorus never healing inside,
and it burns and tares through me, when I accept that you died.
I block out the heartache, sometimes for days and days on end,
But as soon as I hear your sweet name it all starts over again.
I cry and I cry, The tears feel like boiling oil running down my face,
I don't know how can I stop grieving a pure love that can't be replaced.
I swear I can't breathe at times, I fall down to my knees,
To the world they don't understand why i feel such loss for my niece.
But you weren't just a niece, nor just a daughter, sister or Friend.
To our family you were an Angel from God, that we put on lend.
I am tired of pretending that you're still 3,000 miles away,
and that I can pack up and come see you and hold you again one day.
I am tired of refusing to look at your pictures, and of not speaking Your name.
And I am angry that you are gone, gone.... forever, and I have noone to blame.
I could go on and on forever, but, I feel more than I can express,
yet my words will fix nothing for,  they can't wake you from eternal rest.


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Scarlet Moons and Indian Suns

Written August 29, 2013


She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun

I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns

I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet

So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain

I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon

Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns


Details | Free verse | |

Melancholy Memory

                                     Hundreds of eyes saw
                                 the sacrifice you'd made
                                    Back from the eon days, 
                                          the anguish

                                    You let them stamp you
                                 by words and harmful deeds
                                    They mocked you totally 
                                           by fullest

                                       I recalled the last, 
                                  the last word that you said
                                     "Mom is here loving you" 
                                          with a smile

                                       Opening your fist
                                     It made us in trouble
                                    We all hugged you tightly
                                           with deep cry!

                                     Nothing more to say
                                 but giving thanks for you
                                  The days that you were here
                                         God blessed you!


                          
                                        5-6-6-3 SYLLABLES


Details | Rhyme | |

for pop

This Goes out to My Pop,
i've gotta stop,
you wouldn't wanna see me cry,
you would wanna see me fly,
i've let you down ,
Please don't frown.
I LOVE YOU POP!!
I've gotta Stop,
Turn my Life Around,
Only then will you be Proud,
I MISS YOU POP
But i've Gotta Stop,
All the hurt i hold inside ,
Of all the times i've cried,
Knowing you wanna see me smile,
Makes me wanna Give it a Trial,
You Will always Be A part of me,
What people Don't See,
Is What you mean to me,
Now your free
I begin to realise, 
You were My Life's Favourite Surprise.....


Details | Free verse | |

Peace

How queer the color of viscera
squarely foreign in my breast
To be the butcher and grim and goddess
All in one
Leaves identity succinct
Or identifies succinctness
If it has been
Then so it was always before

Therein is 'Peace'
Reposed and eyes rolling
Great, vacant saucers on vertiginous axis
She is quite the swollen beast
And on all fronts, she is terrible
If only you'll watch you may notice her growth
A malignant sort
An unwelcome appendage
I'd dash it out but I've already gone
Too pale and dogged in life to succumb
I curse her tenacity

She has a sister, I think
Or maybe a child
A child who lives down deep in my chest
A child who shrieks and tears down the walls
Perhaps she dislikes their pattern


Details | Verse | |

Flowers Wilted


~~

     "Let us not cry for those who are dead," and gone,
I know these words are so right and true;
          Yet my broken heart will not let me stop weeping,
I shed tears each time I recall my beloved family.
               Only through a rusty, ornate gate do I find them.

     Oh, the emptiness of my life that once was full,
There is a pain I carry within that is unfathomable and deep;
             I stand with fist clenched and beseech the Lord,
Why, echoes in my soul, why did you need each one.        
               Only words engraved in cold stone are they.

    I am left with broken memories of happiness and bliss,
Did you need my baby too, Lord, you already had my true love;
               Mother and father, sister and grandparents all,
Far away is the cemetery where they rest, often I go by bus.
                  My flowers wilted, I stand at their tomb and weep.


_____________________________
August 16, 2013

Verse

Written by Broken Wings (Constance La France)

"Let us not cry for those who are dead"

From the poem, The Funeral
By Richard Lamoureaux


Submitted to the contest, Pick A Line, Any Line, Richard Lamoureaux


                 
 

 


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 | Quatrain | |

Eleanor Rigby

Rising out of bed as the sun peeks through the window
Eyelids are a fluttering as she looks towards her side
Another day to fear and what is she to make of it
She wishes it were night again, so easier to hide

Once when she was young she was playing with her dolls
Dreams of growing older with a family of her own
But the days went by and her reality became completely altered
To loneliness, despair, and no one there to phone

SEVEN BILLION PEOPLE and who is there to see
Visions of what could have been, her heart has turned to stone
No career, no wedding, no children, her world a tiny room
Gasping out her final breath, across her lips a moan

The hole is dug, the casket lowered, no one there to grieve
What life was this, what purpose here, as rain falls on the grave
Father McKenzie of the lonely, a tear rolls down his cheek
Eleanor Rigby, another soul his prayers have failed to save


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Cancer

I can't believe I haven't posted this one. I wrote it last year, can't remember the exact date. Anyhow it's a song. ---------------- You know this world is cancer Without these prayers being answered It's been too long a ponder We wonder We wander Far from here Lost in fear Can you see them fall? You lose one you lose them all She's seen the cruel hearts of stone She's seen the cancer we've become So lost in worry we just fall down Underground we burn Till the last one's sure Can you see me fall? You lose one you lose them all Cut me out of this body! Cut me out of everybody! Grind me into little pieces! Tell them that I'm the reason- You know this world is cancer Without these prayers being answered It's been too long a ponder We wonder We wander Far from here Lost in fear Can you see me fall? You lose one you lose them all You lose one you lose. . . Them all


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River of Pain



Where river reeds wave final hour
and faintest pleas of guilty wane,
pale tear drops salt her silken lips.
Crowned lady casts her closing bower.        
Last candle burns o’er mirrored pain,   
sans lover’s stroke of finger tips.



By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/30/13
for Nette Onclaud's SENSES FOR A SESTET Contest


 



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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 | Ballad | |

William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .


Details | Free verse | |

Amor

In the heart of the deepest silence,
Where days and nights all colored black,
Laid the souls escaped from pestilence,
Never will death trace their tracks,

Amor my loved a one of them,
There laid in years fast asleep,
Dusts covered beauty once of fame,
Still vivid it's color my heart has keep,

The lake of time is deep and calm,
And my beloved laid there like a lily,
While peace and  stillness governs her presence,
Entangled in serenity of unconsciousness,

Yet even the eagerness of my longing,
Is amazed by the frank of her boldness,
As the days of the living are hurt and screaming,
Hers is patient in waiting and waiting,


Details | Tanka | |

out of sync

hysterical lights
flash out of sync from her tree....

she can't remember
laughter in the snow,
only a grave beneath it






______________________
For Contest: Sad Tanka
Sponsored by Andrea and Susan


Details | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
hours
Because no stress was in our 
way
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy 
castle
With nothing dividing us.

Side by side we walked 
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to 
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about 
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for 
hours
But misunderstanding broke us 
up
Anna and I still smiled and 
laughed
And joked about our bouncy 
castle
But secondary school was going 
to divide us.

With no one there I walked 
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my 
friend and together we were 
two
Violet and I both loved Doctor 
Who
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere 
minutes
And school started pulling us 
apart
Anna and I still laughed and 
smiled
Still promising to be friends 
Never letting it divide us

Suffocating and drowning I 
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling 
alone
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all 
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or 
saw each other
But we still made the most of 
our friendship
As we were like family, stress 
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did 
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was 
long gone
And our schools were beginning 
to divide us

Dead yet breathing I stand 
right now
And I hate who am I and every 
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled 
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and 
Chloe
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place 
unknown
And blamed me for never 
talking to him
But really it was because of my 
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond 
my control
Anna and I were still friends; 
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart

So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl 
of reception
The only person talking to me 
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and 
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me
Down


Details | Epitaph | |

Uncle Roy

Uncle Roy written by Shadow Hamilton

As the evening drew in and birds settled to roost
the world seemed to give a collected sigh
as it stood poised waiting in the wings
the time had now come to gather up a soul

For a long time he had fought the invertible
reluctant to the end to leave and travel on
memories flashed past his eyes like a cine film
as a child playing with his siblings teasing Joyce

Play fighting with John rolling together over and over
learning the lessons of life and then a trade
meeting his Irish lassie so bonny, building a life 
grieving together when children failed to join them

An upright man of principles that he held dear to his heart
Roy built a good life for himself and his Irish lassie Ann
standing strong for her when she was ill with tuberculosis
nursing her back to health passing his strength on to her

Wisely investing in his company shares they were never in need
were able to retire to the country for a new style of life
making many friends in their small village and just enjoying 
their twilight years together with their two cats

Finally he had to leave to travel beyond the veil 
today we attend his funeral trying to make sense
of why he was snatched when life was so good
in each of his families heart he will live on

His epitaph written deep in our souls
as we say our sad and lonely goodbyes
yet it is not the end as he still lives
deep within the hearts of all who love him

17/06/2014


Details | Lyric | |

gone means forever

On the day that you left us
I did not shed a tear
Not cause I was happy
I'm quite sure it was fear

I was afraid to cry
To show people that feeling
So I held my head high
Looking up at the ceiling

I held my mom
As tears fell from her cheek
and smiled  when I found out
She'd be gone till next week

I was happy she left
To say one last goodbye
While Mary and I stayed home
And still I did not cry

I played my part well
Staying strong for my mom
I was her shoulder to cry on
Because you were gone

Yet at night I would lay
In my bed wide awake
When I was all alone
That's when my shoulders would shake

When no one could see me
I would cry on and on
I would cry for the memories 
Sad cause you were gone

To the world a brave face
All alone I was scared
To show such emotion 
Was more than I dared

Then one day I relized 
I'd made a mistake
Then with my mom right beside me
My shoulders started to shake

For why should I hide 
All alone in my room
I was merely a child
And I loved you too

I felt a lot better 
After I'd cried 
After I'd mourned 
the fact that you'd died

Being strong for my family
That I will still do
Yet now I will make sure 
That I can cry too

Goodbye papa
I'll see you again
Gone may mean forever
But it's never the end

IN MEMORY OF "PAPA" THE BEST
 GRANDFATHER I HAVE EVER KNOWN 
(july 12th 2012)


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The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


Details | Narrative | |

another day

pale pink is the pre-dawn sky
"pink sky in mourning..."
today will be a pre-proceeding
- for some it will be the same
for some it will purvey monumental,
tsunamic, quaking, flashing innocence
as a muffled buzzing and pounding followed
by eerie stony silence enveloping the sun

FLASH! - what you knew you knew is gone
flash of white to yellow to red to black
billowing dread washes over as waves 
upon waves cover all good of the world
and flotsam of teared memories float
in mind and vision from past treasures

dangerous are those loving thoughts
unarmed without any weapons of indifference
vulnerable to the suffering and anguish
to stagger about befuddled and weeping
singularly, communally the onlookers look on

and piles of cairned candles and trinkets
appear out of nowhere, everywhere
feeble attempts to express hurt and good
- no good will come - yet - in time -
in time - time scabs over the wounded

the blood-letting stops, tears wither
and night follows this immemorable day
that we always remember, eons from now
as if it were last hour that i noticed the time, 
where did it go?, when will it stop?

© Goode Guy 2012-12-17

http://www.npr.org/2012/12/17/167427982/afghanistan-bomb
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/14/167248541/developing-shooting-at-elementary-school-in-newtown-conn
http://www.npr.org/2012/12/04/166519628/at-least-13-syrian-children-killed-in-mortar-attack


Details | I do not know? | |

A Vigil

December 14th a cold evil wind was in Play… From what had started to be a most beautiful day. It struck at the heart of Newtown, Connecticut Twenty children and seven adults were struck. The families grieve as the horror unfolded. A nation also grieves and mourns with all those souls. Candles will be lit, in vigils for all those slain. No one will forget there were twenty-seven names. Heroes, first responders, the news of the day… Can never bring back what has gone away. Tears and sadness have griped us all in their hands. We hold our dear loved ones, as together we stand. Children taken from loved ones… to angels they go. Sadness and tears, laid many a strong one low. We pray to God to now protect them in heaven above. As we sit here weeping, candle in hand, for all those loved. …………. Echoes of voices on a playground flow Families now childless with no where to go Children torn from their families, now angels bestowed Teachers and Principals followed as heroes, they strode Oh God, we feel so alone as church bells toll It could have been ours, which death stole Lives have been shattered by the mentally ill Were guns the cause? We’ll debate still Disbelief turned to grief for those left behind Tears from a nation as hands intertwined Vigils with candles, as a nation knows no one can win Stuffed animals are left as grief settles in, A biter pill to see the destruction inflicted It doesn’t come with answers and can’t be predicted Only tearful cries as the lost are interned As we await the next event to turn


Details | Epic | |

The death of Syria

              
                    Slaughter in Syria by the pound
                  The rebels take their place under ground
                  Shell shocked children in a school of fire
                 Assad revels in his twisted desire.
                  The armies of the Bear unleash their goods
              Assad  taking his anger to the neighborhoods.
                 A world in sorrow a place of death
                   the people of Syria take their last breath.
                 The world is a stage in a tyrannical flood
                  the smell of death the rivers of blood.
                The flight from horror is a fanciful dream
                 for the people of Syria nights filled with screams.
                 The leaders of tomorrow should now take heed
                 for the rebel in the streets are a different breed.
                 They die for their country they die for what's right
                  they cry out for their freedom to the Heavenly light.
                 What will be the outcome in a future so bleak ?
                   for peace and love is all they seek .

                                                By Larry Hays  
                                                                                                 
                 
                 


Details | Kyrielle | |

Awful Weight of Agony

The phone just rang; the wrenching news has caught me unaware.
My heart is numb, my tongue is dumb; I stumble down the stair.
I cannot comprehend the words Sorrow just spoke to me;
Will someone pause to share my awful weight of agony?

How can a heart bear all this ache and not explode with strain?
I lie awake, for love's sweet sake, reliving it again.
I take it in--the sights, the sounds--Grief's dreadful potpourri;
Will someone pause to share my awful weight of agony?

So on it goes week after week, year after bitter year;
I drink the gall, I taste it all, Death's mad cocktail of fear.
A tombstone sentinels the wound the Reaper made in me;
Will someone pause to share my awful weight of agony?

Only the ones who walk this way can ever understand...
Who've laid a child, to be defiled, beneath the mould and sand.
God sent His Son, His only one, a sacrifice for me;
Will someone pause to share my awful weight of agony?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Obscure Love

The cash and carry of love
Which summer doth requisite
When will thou birth me a dove?
Soon autumn will bid for hunt-		5
To gratify winter’s drudge
Oh! Far is the sight of spring
None can pacify better
For season flies without wings
And quick does it charm scald beauty
 Of whose time shall be pleaded?	10
As vaguely summer doth leave
Crow beckons with a caw
The womb that is long barren
Whom for eon is not loved
And in earth’s hate it joy is lost		15
Quick drains life off it victim


Details | Free verse | |

A Stone

Loss (2/11/2014)

It is a stone that cannot be lifted
Planted into the earth of the soul.

Buried under the cat that he drove over 
Pressing it into the ground in the ridges of the tractor tire.
And the jungle gym of his arm that I swung under
Long hair, laughing.
And tongue sandwiches, hard-boiled eggs, an old apple
Brought in a brown bag to the field at noon.
Shouts and a broken plate, his fist to my face.
And his hands under his head folded in worry.  
The girl he loved was getting away.
A single red rose in a small crystal vase 
on her concrete steps.
Talking on the green couch downstairs of the past
Of the future.
And the letters from San Francisco, 
The letters from Carolina, 
The letters from Japan,
Begging for baked goods and promises not to enlist. 
The launch off the rope swing into the Missouri,
Profanities screamed over the current into the bright sky.
The stick to Harley’s leg for one more day.
Sneaking out my bedroom window
Drinking a bottle of rum in the tent in the front yard
In a marijuana haze.
My white dress, dancing, his blue and gold uniform,
My manicured nails in his hands and his head over my shoulder
Tears on my back.
And the new girl who wore her own white dress.
And his eyes reflected in his sons
Tiny pieces of him in his arms.
His voice so gentle, so close to them.
Jumping and screaming, laughing bedtimes, 
Children being thrown upside down 
Tickles and goodnights in the nightlight
The darkness in the windows waiting.
Cold beers on the front porch, 
The hum of the crickets call 
To the moon.

Dirt on a stone, 
Dirt on a stone.


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 | Rhyme | |

Guilt Overflows

Guilt overflows
with a spark of revilement
its decay spreads like fire, 

blinding...conniving...

binding up in its sticky debris
still surviving
tangled whispers bleeding through me
reminders of a depthless past...
listen to the sobs beneath me, 
the hardness of your ears meet my lips at last
deep inside a heap of lies, 
refusing my cries
you can never see how binded I am...
how blinded I am.
you too cannot see...you cannot see
though your eyes meet me, 
still, you cannot see.
the least you can do is listen
listen carefully,
sight is mere illusion, 
follow the voice intently,
it cries softly, oh so softly...
before it dies away unnoticed 
It whispers steadily, 

Remember me, 

Remember me...


Details | Acrostic | |

Nelson Mandela

Many born will choose paths in search of glory and fame               

And after the dust has settled, not much value remains

Nelson “chose” with open eyes and a passion-filled heart        

Despite physical pain and degradation, love kept his soul apart

Evil, he shunned when it would've been easy to embrace

Love, he championed throughout the marathon race

And now at last, peacefully, touched the finish line!
~*~

Note: In Honor of Nelson Mandela 7/18/18 - 12/5/13 +RIP


Details | Rhyme | |

Mortals Bleed

Heaven wept for the evil corrupt deed,
Sacred tears course as fragile mortals bleed.
20 precious cherubs lined up to await,
To enter the hallowed pearly gate.

Six other sweet angels trail behind,
Heaven-bound prematurely aligned.
What festers in the heart of a disturbed man,
Evil embeds afore time since began.

No dispute can express sorrow's convey,
Immoral deeds conspired while children at play.
God will make an act known to this man,
Awareness within a heart of bloodstained hand.

The guilt and remorse he'll suffer tenfold,
Overflowed with disgrace his soul has been sold.
It's most easy to condemn a disquieted man,
For the many lives slain at his hand.

But stop to ponder this ignoble shooter's plight,
In his psyche something was just not right.
Yes cherished mortals have left this plane,
Now residing in heaven's holy domain.

But soon families reunite in a divine place,
To once again touch their angelic beloved face.
Grief for the dead will never be shorn,
Embittered hearts thus infinitely mourn.


Details | Ballade | |

Australias shame

Australia's shame

Four Million Kangaroos they say
In the year of 0 0 nine            
They could be murdered by cruel men
And this old heart of mine
It fills with sorrow over this
These icons of our land
Are shot down for the sake of it
To die upon the sand.

They have to shoot each in the head
Authorities, they say
They tell us this be more humane
And this they think’s okay!
Yet a hundred thousand carcasses
Tell us this is not so
These Kangaroos they die in pain
How can men sink so low?

As one travels the north-west roads
These beasts are everywhere
Mowed down by trucks, in death they lie
It isn’t bloody fair
I love these grand Marsupials
They be so beautiful
How can we treat such graceful beasts
So very, very cruel?

16 November 2013 @ 1355hrs.




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           


Details | Free verse | |

THE SPIRIT OF A SLAVE

      Where did all those black people go in Black History such as W.E.B Dubois, 
George Washington Carver, Sojourner Truth,and many more that came before.
      Why have their families disappear?
When you search their genealogy, their surnames are found.
      Were their families wiped-out?
I am speaking on today.
      These people paved a way out no way.

[NEGRO SPIRITUAL - THE SPIRIT OF A SLAVE]

      These old bones of mine stir in the grave.
I was a freedom fighter in my days.
      Great I did do for the slaves even when their life in this country had been made.
We wanted a better living a holistic way.
      Our troubles where many; we saw through the white man eyes or ways.
Old bones of mine became tired and disengaged.

      Where is my family now?
Where did they go?
      My spirit roams to find my kinfolks.
Our surname is no more.

      My soul was baptized in the Mississippi.
I was raised from the river saved.
      No sin was present and I lived right.
When I knew my time had come, I closed my eyes.
      In those days, doctors were few in saving the life of a slave.
The pain was so great I knew I was gone.
      But by the grace of God my life went on.
Ten years later, I was summoned home.

      My people are no more.
Where did my people go?
      I see our house yonder.
Our surname is not in existence any more.

      The spirit of a slave
The soul afire
      Roams the world in the sweet by and by
He shouts, "Still I Rise!"
________________________|
Penned April 29, 2014!


Details | I do not know? | |

Not Alone

Simple tears throughout the years 
seem like a sprinkle of rain... 
Once you suffer a loss and pay the ultimate cost,
 the sprinkle becomes a downpour of pain.
 The water falls as you recall 
every memory ever had from within... 
Painstakingly loud, you scream at the clouds, "Please stop!" 
For the pain burns your skin. 
Suddenly alone, fearing the unknown, 
a life being sung a cappella...
 Inside your head, the voice of the dead... 
"Remember you have your umbrella."
 Listen to that voice and turn down the other noise 
for the truth is not everything is seeing.
 Take a deep breathe, there is no such thing as death... 
There is only a mere change of being.


Details | I do not know? | |

To Fade out

Rows of thousands buried underneath me.
I can feel them, 
their hands reaching out to me.
their bodies beaten with cracked skulls
damaged to no end,
all these things, 

..neglected attention..
..lacking of communication..
..no disposition..

all these things in this world.
shows their fight for life.

If I could feel death,
it would be faded.
Now I'm starting to see their position.
Because I've learned how to disappear completely.
This is where I end and you begin,
To fade out, again.


Details | Couplet | |

Darkness Sleeps

Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps

By Morgan Mise
Written December 3, 2012


Details | Free verse | |

The Grief of Crows

Soaring above the bushfire's flames,
astounded crows, blacker than charred
tree trunks, flap spectral wings.

Numb with loss, no caws drone out.
Wind rushes in updrafts from
the smoky heat: to rise as a vengeful spirit,
to hammer at fleeing pinions,
to witness aimless circles above coal black trees,
now absent of rough stick nests.


Suzanne Delaney


Details | Epitaph | |

No More Nanu Nanu

Robin Williams is dead.
He committed suicide.
He suffered from depression.
Behind every painted on
clown’s smile is a tortured soul.
The school classroom clown
is only a sad sack at home.
But Mork from Ork was the
class clown for the whole world
and yet he could find no inner peace.
There is no more Nanu Nanu.
I mourn his tragic death
and pray he finds the peace of mind
he could not find in this mortal world
while he is in the everloving embrace
of the Lord our God in Heaven.


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Grief

He could no longer sleep in their bed
Their room left untouched unlike his heart
He remembered all the things she had said

Fifty years they had never been apart
No one understood him the way she did
Their room left untouched unlike his heart

When they met she had looked like a kid
Her pretty eyes followed his gaze
No one understood him the way she did

She allowed him his peculiar ways
Others saw him as a grumpy guy
Her pretty eyes followed his gaze

She lost the battle he wonders why
He was angry there was so little time
Others saw him as a grumpy guy

She told him everything would be fine
He was angry there was so little time
He could no longer sleep in their bed
He remembered all the things she had said


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

We have held you as you cried

We have held you as you cried........................


Hi Mum it's your darling daughter,
Looking down from up above.
Just to tell you that I'm doing fine,
And to send you all my love.

Tell Dad to dry his tears,
It was no ones fault i know.
I will always be his little girl,
As I watch my brothers grow.

Mum, I miss my goodnight kisses,
I miss your tender touch.
I miss those bedtime stories,
I miss you all so much.

But do not worry, I'm not alone,
I've Grandad at my side.
Even though you haven't seen us both,
We have held you as you've cried.

We have watched you bringing flowers,
Seen you wipe those tears away.
I will always be your little girl,
Now and every breaking day.


Details | Free verse | |

On seeing a photograph-2

On seeing a photograph

“Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence”
                                                                       - Rainer Maria Rilke -

A  rare prologue gone awry
Drafted as it was in the midst of
A  terrible  denouement 

Plain and bare for once, shorn of  frills
Exposed to all the evil 
And in a fluster

Here it was left incarcerated
Within the burden of unkind words
Craving   care

Words  that just couldn’t tell
That wouldn’t at all hear
Nor be fair

Moments before getting erased
By the most blasted hand that  ever
Pulled  a trigger

Into Silence.

And here I stand  listening to the news
That’s  always arriving out of Silence..


S.Jagathsimhan Nair

8 May 13

•	On seeing  the photograph of  Balachandran, son of Tiger Prabhakaran,  moments before the 12 year old was  killed.

For Kim Morrison's


Details | Prose | |

Spaces

People still show up, with food in hand, planning to force feed their sympathies
If you are one, ...I beg you, please do not notice the empty space beside her
I beg you, please do not console her with eyes cast low, by sense of guilty gladness
in the  knowledge that you aren't wearing her shoes, standing in her place 

You watch her smile a thank-you, turn away and shut the door
You watch the leaves swirl circles at your feet, as you scurry away, relieved and sure
aware that keeping the space between the two of you, will keep away the curse,
the broken heart, the empty house, the space upon the chair, the empty plate,
the empty bed....the dreaded silence everywhere
Ignore that space beside her if you can, and see instead the person she has always been

Do not fill the space with empty words, with an awkward glance upon your wrist
where time demands your every move, where someone waiting holds their love for you
Someone who shares your space, your meal, your couch, your bed, your dream, your home

Look beyond the trace of shock, numbness, despair, the sorting out of tragedy
She is still the girl she used to be,..ignore that space beside her, if you can

Were it not by God's good grace,  she could be you.



___________________________________________________________
Option 4) philosophical  .........By Carrie Richards


Details | Free verse | |

Welcome To Living Death

There comes a point in time
Where nothing matters
Where your vision is blurred
Where there's nothing but darkness encircling you 
Where love has lost and Fear has won. 

There comes a situation when you realize your hopeless,
lifeless, faithless, graceless, breathless, and  mindless 
mind has taken over and won. 

Where happiness is feared and sadness is embraced. 
 
Welcome to living death. 


Details | Free verse | |

Skin Deep

Achilles' heel 
You’re another day older
The world’s much colder
She…

It’s not your fault
They were taken 
Don’t blame yourself 
for God’s mistake
Is…

Her beauty reflects your own
Her life reflects your future
Chasing rabbits will get you there faster
Loss of faith will bring you there faster
Watching…

The ball drops
It’s clever to see
What happens to us
And here we are
Waiting…

Yes, 
Take the evil out of this
You’re stronger
She’s stronger and always,
Loving…


Details | Epic | |

Continuous Suffocation

Your emotionless face makes me sick, all these grudges you hold of stories untold. 
Your horrible voice and terrible choices torture me to to my innermost core, it is unbearable to endure.

Sometimes you fake a smile, only even for a while. Your heartless demeanor could not be any meaner.
Your lies are no suprize as you compromise for a new devise.

You make me want to scream, even in my dreams. I wish you could take a great tumble, so i can take a big shovle...!
You make me go insane, with all this pain. i can hardly breathe when you think you can succeed!


Details | Free verse | |

Tsunami

Blazing hot sweats rolled down my back,
A cloudless sky was at reach from my palm’s view,
My eyes centered on the sun as it stood above my head.
Summer’s end sneaked around the corner,
But its endless heat
Fooled me to think it would never cease.
 
Milky sand grains covered my toes,
Beach balls rolled back n’ forth,
Children’s castle were made and later destroyed,
Clear waters waved in my thoughts.
It was suppose to be a beautiful day
And until that moment, indeed it was.
 
The moment the earth shook, 
Loud voices suddenly began to rise
And Footsteps tumbled the ground,
I looked around
Right, left, up, down,
Where had the commotion come from?
 
The sun blinded me from the truth,
When the photons in my eyes reassembled the image,
A shock traveled to my heart
Making it pump furiously in my chest.
 
A desert ahead of me laid,
Content faces had ran from my presence,
The air dragged my body forward,
The ocean rapidly seemed to disappear.
I looked upon the never ending horizon
And its line had ascended greatly.
 
In that moment,
I refused to run like all the others,
I refused to avoid its magnificent moves.
The winds pushed me backwards with a tremendous force,
Sprinkles of icy water splashed against my skin,
A great calamity I was bound to face.
 
Shadows covered the surface of my dread,
An enormous wall of wetness surrounded me.
And with a blink, I was no longer visible to the eyes of men,
Not even God could spot me from the heavens above.
 
I gasped for air in the salty waters of the ocean,
But there was none to be found,
And with that last thought in mind
I drowned myself in its eternal beauty.


Details | Ballad | |

Poppies of Remembrance

Time, to buy our poppies
To remember once again
remember those who died for us
And those who were just maimed
We must also remember
Those, who lost their loved ones
Mothers, sister’s, daughters
Fathers, brothers, son's
What a lot of us can't imagine
What torment that must be
But they all gave their lives for us
To make our country free
In one hundred years
Two wars some endured
lost fathers in the 1st, sons in the last
This fighting is absurd
And still we send our menfolk
To fight the wars abroad
 Please end this madness
I beg thee dear lord...

We think we're in recession
But do we  really know
The hardships that our grandparents
Suffered against the foe
Bombed out of house and home
Nowhere else to go
Then all neighbours rallied round
To help they were not slow
Rationing came about
For food, for clothes, for fuel
From just scrag ends of meat
Made appetizing gruel
Women took over men’s jobs
In factories, farms and such
Blackouts, sirens, shelters
Hardship there was much 
Army, air force and navy
Were not the only ones
But fire-fighters, nurses, doctors
Air raid wardens, everyone
They all played some part
In winning against the foe
Many lost their lives
A dreadful way to go
Some might say its better
To die instantly my friends
For many, many suffered
In agony till the end
We can’t possibly imagine
What it's like there at the front
Many months of fighting
With no end in sight
In trenches, 
Your comrades all about you lying
Water logged and stinking,
Lying, crying, dying.
So please stand in silence
Remember, remember them 
They fought for our freedom
Our women and our men


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE


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 | Free verse | |

For Grandma Carol

I'll hold fast, cling to the echo of your fading chime.
Remember the intonations of your wisdom, revel
in the moments that were a balm to my soul as it 
was young, and breaking free. 
Your blood still runs, in these veins..
alive in my journey. 
My heart beats in rememberance,
the song of my ancestors;
I'll hold it here, in this blood
that you gave and know 
that you are still with me. 
 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Quatrain | |

Memories Beyond The Door

Can it be? After all this time?
In my dream I float through a home.
Here, where I left my soul without a shrine in grime.
This corridor... my heart turns to stone.

My feet won't turn around
nor will they stop at my bid.
My mind conforms to chaos, yet my body is sound.
I seem to be in some monotonous state of allure so timid.

The darkness illuminates the sorrow
of the disintegration I threw away, in vain.
I reach the door I locked years ago
and my panic boils at what I can't face again.

Behind the door would be all I lost.
Everything I left behind not to stagnate.
Now a haunting voice sings to melt the frost
of the decision I made in the countenance of fate.

To my horror I possess the key to the past.
The lock is rusted and welded, to  my relief.
Now I recognise the ghost's song, and joy is engulfed fast...
Memories erupt... I remember... I murdered her in grief...




Details | Terzanelle | |

THIS BLEAK HEREAFTER


They were our treasures, our daughters and sons,
deserving of futures and answered prayers,
now silenced forever by the roar of guns.

We each weep and clutch lonely teddy bears,
madness has robbed us of living blessings
deserving of futures and answered prayers.

What deforms a heart, there is no guessing,
please, hug your children, they may disappear…
madness has robbed us of living blessings.

Stolen, all wonders, stolen, happy tears,
so heed our message, this keening warning-
please, hug your children, they may disappear.

We are the anguished, the lost and mourning,
each night we still hear their precious laughter
so heed our message, this keening warning.

Memories survive this bleak hereafter, 
they were our treasures, our daughters and sons,
each night we still hear their precious laughter
now silenced forever by the roar of guns.


Details | Rhyme | |

If I die before I wake

As I die he will be with me,
I fell in love he had the key,
And always knelt on one knee.

My last thoughts are of him, 
As the lights go dim,
Life circling on a rim.

All at once we are apart,
The taste is so tart,
It all hits me in the heart.

You are left to live,
My heart your captive,
There is nothing to forgive.

My cheeks blush so shy,
With a tear in my eye,
As I start to die.

Fear not for I am well,
As many up here can tell,
It is not quite hell.

As I look from above,
kissing the forehead of my love,
I wonder what he dreams of.

I look at him so fondly,
his lips curve so grandly,
as he sleeps so soundly.

I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed,
I wish to be with him but I am dead,
My life over and has fled.

I fear for my love for he is kind,
Strong handsome and well lined,
But now I leave him way behind.

Finding love is like a quiz,
Never knowing what it is,
He needs love from a heart as strong as his.


Details | Free verse | |

Ashes to Ashes

From ashes
she rises, 
absolving
cleansing, 
face, hands, feet.
Four months, 
Ten days, 
She mourns.
She weeps.

She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
bowing privately, 
praying fervently, 
as bitter fumes
of acetone
seep beneath the door.

Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
for peace
As men mix and pour
A holocaust
Just outside her door.

Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans- 
Exotic, 
Fragile, 
Pure.

The imam, he stands, 
Praying silently
As men convey her
towards Mecca.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.


Details | Free verse | |

PHONE WIRE IN GRAVES

 Waiting for a phone call

 Hoarding memories surrounding

 A nest of sorrow

 She's deep asleep

 I watch her...

 She's 

 dreaming dreams of happy times but gone...

 Busy walls with mounted smiles

 A mute TV screen displaying a tragic comedy

 Curtains shielding tears

 Three phone devices that do not ring...

 I must go back to my reality

 I cry, she cries...

 Our phones do not even sound busy...

 Invisible wires of the soul crash in memories...

 copyright@iolandascripca2013


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 | Rhyme | |

Echoes from the Other Side

In my dreams you sang to me,
while hidden in the mist...
As I knelt upon your grave,
with flowers in my fist.
I felt your spirit close to mine,
like memories that I keep...
Is it easier to sing to me
while I am fast asleep?
How tangible these dreams of mine,
yet also quite surreal...
Do these echoes from the other side
have something to reveal?
 
Copyright © 2010
 


Details | Haiku | |

Heaps of hearts in heaven - In Memory of the 20 and 7 new angles of heaven

ill
deaths again
shocks

lost 
so many
gems

gone
so umpteen
more

void
black nightmare
hurt

weep
lots of tears
cry

why
questions marks
why

while  
speechlessness
rules 

time 
hopefully
heals

when
memories
balm 

eyes
on portraits
beam

clear
heaps of
hearts 

lights
from heaven
shine


©Ellie Daphne van Stralen  

Note:
Speechlessness dictated a spectator -  on the other side of the world -  the writing of this dramatic verse using the 1-3-1 Haiku form................ 

In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL "Sponsored by: SKAT- AB SIN THE-"


Details | Free verse | |

Another Tragedy

Another tragedy has struck our Country. On December the 14th of 2012 a young man took the lives of twenty children and seven adults, than he took his own life. All this happened in New Town Connecticut. It happen in a school while the children were attending class. A town where people thought that they were safe. The whole Country was in shock as we saw on TV. how the police came to the school and the parents were running trying to get to their kids. You could see the worry and pain on their faces. The principal and some teachers died trying to save the children. A little girl escape, by playing dead. Her friends didn't have that luck. The children will go straight to heaven. Little Angels they already are. The adults probably followed them. They earned their wings that day. The shooter had killed his mother before he went to that school to commit that horrible crime. He escape the Justice of man here on Earth, but he still faces a higer court and from that no one escapes. How many more tragedies have to happen before things can change. Please say a prayer for the famlies of these victims and ask GOD to help us make this a better world...
12/19/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo For Skat's contest of 20+7


Details | Lyric | |

Not Too Late

There's a ghost hiding in the past
there's a boy wishing it has last
all these secrets stop the seting sun
all the love has grown, but never said
and he wishes he could've told her what she meant
he wishes he could've said how he felt

But it's not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings

There's an angel looking down
There's a boy without a frown
all this hope brings the rising sun
all thsi love we wish we had sent
he can feel she's in his heart
and will enver let him fall apart

"cause its not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings

He remembers 
talking o nteh couch feeling safe
he remembers writing a poem and her saying its great
he remembers
how he cried wehn she didn't open her eyes
he remembers
fearing things he can't describe


"cause its not too late
just open your heart
she hears every word you say
her guidance helps lead the way
forever's gone by too fast
but deep in our heart it will last
look into your soul and hear it ring
the beautiful song that she sings


Details | I do not know? | |

A MILLION PIECES OF YOU

Today your vase broke, my symbol of hope, a way of holding on to a piece, a fragment of your soul, emotions rising to the surface, buried deep, your ashes in soil, growing now in that tree of hope, your heaven all it's own, this vase made house a home. Alone I sit picking up the million pieces of this piece of you, your soul, my way of holding on not dealing with this hole that was left. I placed so much value in this material vase, my make belief testament of our memories and time we shared. A million, scattered, shattered, fragmented pieces here, crocodile tears...I feel you standing there, knowing it's in my heart, where, you've always been, not in some material fragile glass. I inherited your vase in your sudden demise, now in pieces of me, cherished it so dear. A million little pieces, this sliver of a glitter of glass draws red, and, I realize all the things that were left unsaid, I'm still alive, but you're the one more alive than dead. You cannot take these material things through the next life, all  you have is the love of this one, the things you took the time to share and say, nor can you lean for comfort upon them, but today i did,today it was ok, because I knew it was you who broke it! Scattered, shattered, these emotions, brought to the surface, I'm feeling the million pieces of healing. Silly of me to place your soul in a vase, some glass of art, as if it's what defines you in all these pieces, all these parts. I suck the red from my rings of print and i taste the thought and I hold the best part, it's not in this material vase that I carry you, your carried in my heart!


Details | Couplet | |

JUST WORDS I GUESS

 These lights drew me in like a moth to a flame,

 

I am like someone else who is using my name.

 

Looking down upon, the field of my broken dreams.

 

I sit alone on this hill and scream scream scream.

 

I smile and I say that everythings alright.

 

and I struggle to keep my tears out of sight.

 

I am happy here, this place just seems to fit.

 

But, I hate that you haven't been here to see it.

 

I left the place but, home is inside my heart.

 

what all has changed? where do I start.

 

It's obvious what, has become new upon a glance,

 

but, change is what occurs when you take a chance.

 

I needed this place to let myself be free,

 

to escape all the demons inside every memory.


not all my memories are bad, but they hurt the same.

 

especially when someone speaks your name.

 

I try to fight it, I swear I give it my all.

 

but when I hear it, I just fall.

 

I miss you, and I have missed you since before you went away.

 

I am newly conflicted about this place, and about this day.

 

I guess no one else would understand this torture of my heart.

 

But, with you gone forever, my world's torn apart.

 

I finally found my feet out here all on my own,

 

But I would give it all back if you came back home.

 

I know we aren't sisters, they remind me everyday.

 

But, in my heart you were, and you always will stay


Details | Rhyme | |

Remeber Me With Sounds

I loved the sound of the trees, as the winds went gusting through,
The roar that bellowed from the forest, oh how it blew!

I loved the sound of silence, as snow came floating down,
Like feathers of white and each unique, oh how it covered the town!

I loved the sound of water, as it crashed and poured and gushed,
The waves, the splash, the rain and wet, oh how the people rushed!

I loved the sound of leaves, a rustle then a crunch,
From green to brown, from young to old, oh how they fell a bunch!

I loved the sound of storms, the thunder was the best,
The crashes and booms to make you shake, oh how my heart jumped from my chest!

But now I'm just a memory, these sounds you do not hear,
Dying too young creating your pain, oh how I miss the cheer!

I loved the sound of earth, the ways of life each day,
It's time to be joyful for the love I had, oh how I know you'll pray!

Let my love of natures noise go on, because before I left I wrote,
Just remember to take the time to listen, to these sounds like a music note!


Details | Sonnet | |

Grief Reactions

Grief has many faces, many aspects of life’s demeanor displayed.
Real grief swells the soul, buries the mind, and stones the heart.
I have both seen and felt, especially when death plays a part.
Everyone has felt grief in life, felt overwhelmingly dismayed.
Feelings are real and take control of everything to be remade.
Reactions are what persons do right from your heartaches start.
Even if compassion is the first thing painted in teary art.
Anguish shared together, sorrow between two; do aid.
Completion of misfortunes with shared guidance with all.
Taking their mind from undercover, slowly rising it up,
Invoking the soul to heal, crumbling heartfelt stones.
Only time will heal, whatever action caused the fall.
No one can predict or project the time of peaceful cup.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.


Details | Free verse | |

As I look above visions of you there

As I look above visions of you there
A place and time zone beyond the sun
A third heaven where we'll talk and eat
You, myself and I am in paradise
Moments of love and peace we share
Even though it's a like dreamland 
As I look above visions of you there

The figment in my mind of this place,
And I know you're gone from earth, 
In my grief I have visions of you
I'm awake but in a vegetable state
In suffering, memories will never vanish
Not here can we can come to table talk

A surreal life I cannot forget in time
I thought it possible. I wipe away the tear,
As I look above visions of you there

I see this unapproachable light coming
And palace glowing like the sun far off
Two angels holding fire swords at the gate 
guarding the numerous rooms and
protecting the holy angels that sing
This vision I can not fully describe 
Its starlight, beauty, and majesty
As I look above visions of you there
A third heaven where we'll talk and eat


Details | Free verse | |

My cobain smile

I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid

Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
 I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive

My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake

Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest 
I want to die to live again

Set me free 
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain, 
I'm already out of breath 
Suffocating on my hopelessness

Every day I am alive 
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy 
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing 
With these thoughts that are too much

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground

Don't be selfish 
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.

End it, hold me under 
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images 
Deleted from my mind
Laughing 
As I leave this world behind

Water 
Floods my lungs 
Death 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 


Details | Quatrain | |

Faces of Lonliness

A soldier breathing his last breath

A scarred wife left behind

A father-less son now contemplating death

A son-less father losing his mind


                             ~Christopher Thor Britt


Details | Free verse | |

Beslan- Russia 2004

Under a free sky, today
on a beach in Australia
I gathered from the white sand beach
ancient, sea- worn shells.
Another world away they gathered up
the siege-worn bodies of their children

As I rinsed my weathered treasures
in crsytal blue ocean waves; they were burying their innocents,
lowering them into early graves

All around me freedom shimmered
while they, grief stricken, had helpless tears
that shone on white, shocked cheeks
I felt the sun, warm on my skin
while they felt the deep chill of evil mocking them

I think I know how precious freedom is
They are sure of it, as they bury their dreams
 with children they would have died for
In the face of such callous cruelty
we feel just as helpless 
Gulls hover above me like thoughts
They go out to them - on freedom's wings

 Suzanne Delaney


Details | Free verse | |

First Born

I could not sleep that night...

Alone you made the awesome leap
          between here and there.
Just past the last breath
Your soul traversed infinity.
Did you cry out...
Or was no sound allowed?

I laid awake...
No prayer upon my lips,
My brain besieged by mindless things.
Why did I not sense 
The passing of your spirit's sweetness
           in the dark?


Details | Rhyme | |

Scarlett

Ten little fingers, Ten little toes. Perfect little eyes, A perfect little nose. Something wrong inside, A cure no one knows. Twenty five days Before she had to leave. Twenty five days And now we all grieve. God's taken her home, That's what we believe. Ten little fingers, Ten little toes. Scarlett has left us As tears of sorrow flow.
~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlett Vinova Davis 28/04/2014 - 23/05/2014


Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | Lyric | |

Beside you in time

Standing facing you
As you face me
The words fall out of your mouth
I see them float to my ears
I read them as they fly by me
Leaving me 
Just like you are
You turn to me
And you shot me
Telling me to dig the bullet
Out of my heart
I reach inside my heart
As it crumbles apart
Into a million pieces
As i try to pick up all the pieces
I realize some are missing
And were neverto be found
I see myself
Holding the bullet
As im standing next to you
Holding up a fake smile
Things havent changed
Because
We were meant to be
Even tho you left me
I will be standing 
Beside you in time


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 | |

RIP James

It would have been his birthday
If not taken before his time
Cut down way too early
Before he reached his prime

The allure of the party lifestyle
Conquers many souls
Left unchecked for too long
Lets them spin out of control

I lost touch with many people
When my life took a new turn
Always thinking that someday
I was likely to return

He reached out to me online
Just before he met his end
If only there was more time
To regain my long lost friend

I only hope he’s found peace
While he now forever rests
I’m finding ways cope with life 
And pass its many tests




Author notes

RIP James 7/3/1980- 12/28/2009

Engraving on his tombstone: 

Here lies James
Whose laughter was infectious
Whose wit knew no bounds
Whose charisma would outshine the sun
Whose face is forever etched in our hearts


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


Details | Rhyme | |

The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Sonnet | |

walking down the coin

the coin is golden, 
the coin is rich
the coin is plentiful
the coin's a bi+ch*

the coin will entice you
the master will command you
the quiet roar will lull you
while golden coin covers over you

let it be a warning my son
a dire warning from grieving fathers
don't stand upon that golden coin
and drown in it like your brothers

no one ever wishes to behold a man's face
who lost his sweet boy to the golden coin's embrace

© Goode Guy 2013-03-28

http://apps.npr.org/buried-in-grain/
http://www.npr.org/2013/03/24/174828849/fines-slashed-in-grain-bin-entrapment-deaths
http://www.npr.org/2013/03/24/174661389/documents-investigating-a-grain-bin-accident

*apparently there's a difference of what constitutes a curse word.


Details | Lyric | |

Saddam

Saddam.


You have no place to run to 
Your game is over now
You have played an evil role indeed
But it’s over anyhow
They say your days are numbered
 And that judgment day is here
 What does it feel like, bold Saddam
To feel this ice cold fear? 

The world has deemed to get you 
Your disposal has been planned
As the fear of you it dissipates 
You have no more command
So many though have suffered 
And many too have died
And now the wheel keeps turning round
And death walks by your side

You’re just a man 
Oh cruel Saddam
You bleed and die just like the rest of us
And now Saddam 
Your soul is damned
It’s been strangled by that power for which you lust

For all that you have lusted for 
You threw away your Soul                                                                                          The Devil filled you deep within 
And you played an evil role.
Now the hordes are out to get you
And fear it dog’s your tread
Saddam, you’re damned you evil man
And soon you will be dead.


                                                 


Details | Haiku | |

Mourn For Me

trees mourn my passing
warm caress now frigid grip
leaves shed in sorrow


Details | Rhyme | |

Losing dad

I spoke to my dad just the other day,
little did I know he was passing away.
His body grew tired and weary at best,
It was time for his soul to lay down and rest.
So much time had been lost between us,
It saddens my heart the gap put between us.
I thought of my childhood and the moments we shared,
wishing it back for this I was not prepared.
I drempt about him standing there in my room,
he said I have to go now, I know it's to soon.
I woke up crying sitting up in my bed,
 I knew this was the day, a day I would dread.
I recieved a phone call that afternoon,
they said dad is gone now, his soul left the room.
My teardrops fell like rain falling down,
as I stood there shaking feeling I could drown.
I'll think of him always as I stroll through life,
for the grief that consumes me still cuts like a knife.


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 | Free verse | |

Everlasting Candle

"Hello?"
"Hey, I've missed you. Can I see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, when I get off the bus!"
"Okay I have a present for you. See you then!"
Anticipation. A meeting long sought after.
Phone's distant ring.
"We're going for a ride. Put your shoes on."
A father and daughter head into the night.
Empty company. Words go unspoken.
"She's in the hospital. She was hit by a car."
Confusion. Sorrow. Anger. Rage.
"Don't let her mother see you cry."
Strength found somewhere. Arrival.
Room coated in silent sorrow.
"They said there's hope. She had a brain wave."
Hope. Wonder at what that thought was.
A warm summer day running in the woods.
Sorrow shattered by oncoming traffic.
"I'm so sorry."
Enraged eyes meet the driver. 
The woman cries, ashamed.
"Its okay. She'll be okay."
A misplaced hug. A lesson in judgement.
"Sam. Do you want to see her?"
Not like this. 
A long walk. Endless abyss. Tearing thoughts.
"Don't be afraid."
There through the door with handle brass.
My beautiful friend's body turned to glass.
"I won't say goodbye."
Refusing to cry. Just as father said.
"We have to go home. We'll come back tomorrow I promise."
Journey back filled with empty company.
Hollow. Out of place. A need to be alone.
Give me space!
Somehow sleep's darkness finds.
My space invaded. No! Shut up! Go away! 
"Sam, I'm sorry. She didn't make it."
Tears. Each one a memory.
Meeting in fourth grade. Sharing the same name.
Sticking up for one another. Playing a simple game.
Long afternoons in the sun. Never once had a fight.
She found out I was afraid of the dark. So she'd be my light.
"She was amazing. So young. My condolences."
A funeral filled with sadness so thick.
I gazed upon her body. Peaceful. 
"She made this for you."
A bracelet. Her present.
The facade shatters.
It's too much to handle. 
How can one's soul fire ever dance...
Without it's everlasting candle.


Details | Choka | |

Heartbroken - - -

 
** My heart brims with tears, for those that are dead and gone, beneath the dried up flowers, deep within the ground. ~ A tangled tree is their shade ~ Listen to the robin's call! ** ____________________________ April 22, 2014 Choka For the contest, Any Poem Goes, Poet Destroyer 1st Place


Details | Free verse | |

Passion And Shame Torment Him

otra vez,otra vez` I do, say and say again I am the rock star of the ring I risk my life again and again for fame, Some might think of my passion As just being poetic and practical Or simply culture or unethical However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes Faster than the Speed of a race horse, He is now broken free of his corral A streak of fury, rushes me Despite my fear of dying, My main focus is to Take the bull down by its horn >> I looked deep into his eyes, I saw mingling of rage I carefully swung the cape, A taunt of furling red Aiming for its horns The crowd roars, while The old ladies sob for the bull The men cheers for Salvatore the Matador Nothing more stimulating than the ladies with the beautiful smiles The bull is going to die


Details | Light Poetry | |

Goose-Bumps

Whenever I see a mother cry
My skin covers itself in goose-bumps
My eyes well up my throat feels choked
I really can't bare such raw intense grief
I wish I could help them 
Save them
Take away the aching pain
Wipe away broken tears
A grieving mother never heals I know this as true
Her days will be forever cradleing what memories remain
She will never hold her head the same
Her heart filled with despair
An emptiness one will never truly know
Unless you have had to let go..


Details | Rhyme | |

Immeasurable Impact

 Roses are black and white, 

 and many hues between. 
 Violets are dying on this cemetery scene, 

 sunken in grief as they rest on gravestones, 
 still as the dirt that covers dead bones. 

 Your body's rotting, hidden below, 
 yet your prints remain, and like seeds they grow 

 beyond my skin where they once landed, 
 into my heart, to others expanded. 

 Your immeasurable impact will always last 
 beyond the gone, unreachable past. 

 This sad, somber place completely fails 
 to capture all your full life entails. 

 A simple dash sums up your living years. 
 No form or voice in this silent place of tears. 

 Just a stone memento displays who we lack. 
 Only memories and time will bring you back.


 by Juliet Ligon


Details | Rhyme | |

Side of the Road

I cross myself, as I pass
the cross on the side of the road
What they were doing 
When they departed this world?
Only the closest to them, does know

Perhaps on their way to work
A policemen, postal-worker, teacher, preacher,
nurse, doctor, lawyer, lumber jack, jackhammer operator
bus driver, taxi driver, beautician, politician
retail or grocery store clerk

Was Jennifer traveling to her first date?
Was Ronald going to college success class?
Was Rosalina renewing her immigrant worker pass?
Was James rushing to his son’s game? 
Trying not to be late?

I cross myself, as I pass 
the cross on the side of the road
Does it really matter, the type of road?
Whether country roads, city streets, straight roads, twisting, paved or dirt
To hold a cross it must be stalwart

How is the cross adorned?
With flowers representing life anew
The Patriot’s colors of red, white and blue
An athlete’s dangling running shoes
Is it painted with a name of fame or just ordinary and plain?

I cross myself, as I pass 
The cross on the side of the road
Recognizing the soul
Departed to its final abode

By: Richard J Long, May 2013.


Details | Elegy | |

truly orphaned

I've wrote that I died with you. I warbled sonnets about our mutual loss and pain.
Now I try to find a pinpoint on the day of resurrection, of when my breath retook.
No, this sorrow never fades; the grief is always here, but slowly like a cataract
time grows and fills the eyes with a dull impressions of a life.

I remember weeping at loss, pain, grief. Begging light to chase the darkness. 
I don't remember the first rays of sunshine, the mourning not quite done.
Today I think I have a rhythm, that's supposed to be me, but the edges of definite
are gray and smudged like a horizon of rain where the suns supposed to be.

My memories are like that of the storm, bold in the lightening of a moment 
yet fluffed and fading in the darkness of the storming grief. For what is me?
Do we come to a single point where we are an exclamation of our past?
Does our history define us? Our blood and bonds design our personalities?

I have no history. Not that I can name. My childhood memories overshadowed
by that the single bolt of horror, grief like aftershocks that crumpled my psyche.
Who can give me details of our life before your death? No ones left to speak.
Who but you can tell me about my infancy, or adolescent schemes?

In grief I wrote I died with you, dramatic at its best. But here I find I might truly have,
for I'll never find that fledgling flight. Who will tell me what the pictures mean?
All you left for me is lost, but those fuzzy infant memories. Truly orphaned
there is no past to see. Who will tell me of your legacies? 
I have nothing left of you but me, who will speak of you to me?


Details | Rhyme | |

For now Ill be brave and sing you my death song

Ive seen the past in the back of my eyes
Ive lived mylife reaching toward the skies
Memories flash by and make me smile
Im looking atthe end that coming in a short while

Ive suffered pain and grief enough for two life times 
So I welcome the angels songs and harp chimes
Ill be traveling to heaven here I know I belong
For now Ill be brave and sing you my death song

Ive tasted the finish but now I fear not
God is on my side and I love him alot
I have laughed with the reaper as he told me his grim joke
Were not old friends but strangely now Im his kinfolk

Ive suffered pain and grief enough for two life times 
So I welcome the angels songs and harp chimes
Ill be traveling to heaven here I know I belong
For now Ill be brave and sing you my death song

I know fullwell that I cannot escape my demise
Just acceptmy fate is what everyone has cometo advise
For now I exist on the tears of those who weep
They give me love and hope that I can forever in my soul keep

Ive suffered pain and grief enough for two life times 
So I welcome the angels songs and harp chimes
Ill be traveling to heaven here I know I belong
For now Ill be brave and sing you my death song

This is for all the people who Ive known and who I dont know that have stared at death  and been strong.


Details | Rhyme | |

WILTING AWAY

WILTING PETALS UNDER A BURNING SUN
EACH PETAL FELL ONE BY ONE
AS THE LAST PETAL FELL
A SEED DROPPED TO THE EARTH
MOURN NOT THIS DEATH
BUT CELEBRATE REBIRTH


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | Rhyme | |

The Road it Forks

In the breaking light of dawn,
in a photograph - we kiss.
It's to your inner light I'm drawn,
while cursing fate, and chances missed...
Wrapped in thought, and solitude, 
sweet lies trumped by bitter truth.
The road it forks,and one way taken,
now questions over dreams foresaken...
A puzzling gauntlet of how, when and why?
You were my favorite hello,
and my hardest goodbye...

Copyright © 2011
 


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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


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The Weeping

And so begins the weeping,
The weeping that comes in waves;
Waves that crash in evening tide
To begin the sorrows fade.
And yet in sorrow I sit,
Melancholy under night;
Night whose air reminds me still
That remembrance is the light.
And who shall be the teller,
The meter for this old song?
Sung in whispers meant for none,
Save for those who may belong.
On air and breeze cries carry,
Yet alone they reach the sea.
And I endure their telling 
As the waves crash over me.

C.L.Baker©2013


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As The Other Me Takes Over

Society is a reason that has just ran cold,
Like the tempature I'm feeling never seems to get ahold,
The sadness lingers over and the beauty starts to fade,
When I saw all the negative on the news today,
The darkness that is surrounding me has found a new home,
Deep inside my brain it swells trying to kill the bold,
The new found confidence I had seems to have been old,
Like the old man with the cancer that has just got told,
I know he's still with me in my heart and in my soul,
but I just can't stand what this new year has to hold,
Will it be good for me, will I see, 
All the positive, when will the demons stop to breathe?
There like vultures in my body, I can feel them feed,
All this happiness that I held, were they just a dream?
I've found a medicene that will kill the pain, of the hurt I share,
Your pain it scars me like a knife cutting threw the care,
The worry of this generation is not what it should be,
But I was left with a gift, I'm lucky too be me.
Can I be the light, In the darkness?
Can I bare the stake running threw your lungs,
Can I be the air that you breathe when the whole worlds died,
Can I be the tears in the midst of happiness you cried?
 
Please love me now and in return I'll make your life worth while,
and you won't know what is hurt, I'll heal your wounds and take you from your life,
Give you a new start and I'll set things right,
I see the innocense in a noose every single night,
I wish I could pick them off the rope so high,
What would drive them too that point,
I regret the days I spent,
Being so unhappy in the life I live,
I'm trying to be proud in a world where it's scarase,
Where children have no parents,
Where the government is only but single Tyrants,
So make my job easy and give me the knife,
That will kill these lunatics that crave the night,
That don't do whats right,
I will train in the darkness where I'm the only light,
I will rid the world of there parrell and strife.
Please god just save me tonight.


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Don't you cry for me


Don’t you cry for me, don’t cry for me my love
Just let this essence fill you deep within.
Raise your eyes and look above you
For nothing’s like it seems.
For life be but a journey filled with dreams.

You see me as I suffer
As my breath grows weak and thin.
And you cry for all those losses that you feel.
Though you never glance within you
 And look on through those shadows.
And it’s a curse, my darling it’s a sin.

All be well the sun is shining
As those birds sing in the trees.
The flowers bloom, and everything’s okay
Tis naught, but shadows go away
So smile and let it be.
My love please do not weep for me.

For all that is will ever be
For energy is energy
And nothing’s lost, and nothing’s ever gained
And everything be still the same.

Don’t you cry for me, don’t weep  for me my child.
Just let this essence fill you deep within.
My angel, let it drive you wild
For nothing’s like it seems.
For life be but a journey filled with dreams.


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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 "










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Trees of a Dreary Autumn

Trees of a Dreary Autumn 
Arabic poem by: Saad Yassin Yousuf*
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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At a light
Said to be "dawn" We got to the shoulder of the Sea book;
Our wrecked boats were floating 
As wood stained by bloody waves,
Heads of children slaughtered
By the voracity of a false 
Prophet, Eyes yearning farther than the kingdom of light,
Wooden pencils robbed of their sun color,
Withered flowers,
Pictures of palm trees, standing
Drunk on the cliff, waving to other banks,
Butterflies that lost their color of light, 
Remains of time, 
Cut-off- ears and marks of defeat.
A beach shoulder crying over the nests of its seagulls 
Mumbled:" A cheap spring 
Is what the miracle doves 
Have paid their throats a price for its singing!!! “
I loosened the ties for my steps,
But I stood as if pinned to the ground;
I tossed away the moment, in which I bereaved my sea,
And went on flirting with
The fuzz of my dreariness.
The couriers of death, 
Still in haze black jackets, 
Raised a mast stained with clay mixed in
Oil of desires; 
It’s a spring chocked with the blood of flowers, 
Smoke of the lost horizon, 
Pirates and autumn
Branded with palms 
Stained by the blood of a grassy dream
Beneath a cloud of straw
And ashes......
And
Trees
The sap rising in it stopped to green and give colors 
To the branches of dreariness.
Oh! How reckoning troubled us
With all that comes with it;
The jars in its coffers
Are full of
Forgotten pains, 
Fear of the moment, 
Broken wings, 
Songs shattered in the voice 
Of reed pipes trying to play it, 
And days of spring
That turned into
Trees of a dreary autumn.
 ***
 Translation by: 
Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
 USA
 March 6, 2013
 * Saad Yassin Yousuf is a poet from Iraq
Link t0 the original poem In Arabic : http://www.alnoor.se/article.asp?id=204317


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The Death of Madamoiselle DuPont

(continueing the Monsieur L'Vampyre adventure)
   THE DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT
Dear Stella, up the path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can feel your breathing now and then.

The peaceful gloom, enveloped by a mist,
all black and gray and shades of morbid white,
accentuates the place your eyes have missed,
where someone waits, who's watched you every night.

This place, where gendarmes warn to be aware,
tonight is more foreboding than you've known,
and so you pause; you look; is someone there?
it's then you realize, you are alone.

The snapping of your heels you hear increase,
as if the hurry puts your mind at peace.

Engulfed, the path leads up and from the Seine,
and then you'll be out of this narrow pit,
but suddenly you feel the eyes again,
much closer than a glove too small to fit.

You struggle with your thinking, in a word,
to flee or just pretend no one is there,
and so you hum a tune you've never heard,
and place your safety in your mother's prayer.

Oh, Stella, Stella, in the spring you'll wed,
your sweet Gaston. Believe he's at your side,
and you will laugh at all this gloom and dread...
though courage might have found you, it has lied.

The shadows all are moving; you can hear
the groaning of someone who's all too near.

The quiet; crickets sounding no alarm,
but now a drizzle rain cools at your heat,
and tingles flowing down onto your arm
remind you of the friends you'll never meet;

quite suddenly, he's grabbed you from behind,
and muffles any sound you might have found,
you cannot scream, to hurt is in your mind,
but he's too quick, he's pinned you to the ground.

Who is this thing, your lover or your friend,
you might have pained...why does he want you dead?
or is this just someone who brings the end,
you've never known, with killing in his head?

You feel no teardrops, feel no blood nor fright,
there's only blinding, blinding, blinding light....
© ron Wilson aka Veebdosa the Doylestown poet


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On Longing and Death

Black, torture, wilting
Possessing all great beauty
A wonderful veil


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No Warmth In The Kitchen

 Loose are the oven mitts that covered mama's hands. 
 Cold are her rustic pots and pans. 

 Stained are the pages of her favorite cookbook. 
 Lull hangs her ladle on its metal hook. 

 Hiding on the ceiling is the once dancing steam 
 of beef stroganoff's sour cream. 

 Silent is the spatula that served family guests. 
 Quietly the food processor rests. 

 Daddy can only cook up a sweat, 
 and I'm too young to read a recipe yet. 

 There's no warmth in the kitchen since mama's decease. 
 These objects are resting, but not in grease.


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A Beast

A beast with dark red eyes,
to give out fire burning lies,
a beast with such a hunting nose,
terrible stench where ever it goes.

A beast with teeth like jagged knives,
its mouth of saws taking lives,
a beast with horns like powerful steel,
when there is pain, it will not feel.

A beast with sharp and bloody claws,
its body of scales against all laws,
a beast with a swinging tail of spikes,
to stab through anything it likes.

A beast with wings to slice through air,
to fly and kill without a care,
a beast with death in its mind and heart,
from somewhere far and worlds apart.


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Sweet Bitterness

Two souls closed off from love
Met on a lonely path
Passion emptied into affection;
We fell hills over in love.
At the touch of love
Our heart melted to the ground;
We felt we had found something endless
Alas! It was all, but flurry
Darkness fell on a broad day light!
The golden calabash was broken!
She journeyed to sleep in paradise!

I never knew the Sun could bleed!
The news hit me like a thunder
It opened the gate of pain in my heart;
The pains pierced through like a smoke
A flood of tears flowed……..
My heart quaked in uproar
A storm of rage blew up my vessels
Gruesome hue of red covered my eyes
I dangled on the edge of life
Where my solace was silent memories
Of her hushed voice whispering into 
My anxious ears.

Moving on became cold comfort
My mood turned a chameleon more often 
Than the damn lotto changes numbers
She was the life that I found,
But I never lived…….
She broke my code of love,
Penetrated every shade of my being,
But left me in hunger for love
When my voracity emptied into passion.


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The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.


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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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The Truth That Was Hidden

I'm  sitting here in this room,
thinking to myself about the past.
How I had bloom...
though, it didn't last.

God, everyday I am lying.
Everyday I put on my mask.
I always end up crying
since no one dares to ask.

I stopped talking to my friends,
cut them all loose.
For this is the end,
and we all knew I would lose.

Everyone around me thinks I'm better.
since all they see are lies.
They should know better!
Even though I'm in disguise.

I put on my fake smile
and laugh along with everyone around me.
I think everyone is in denial
since they can't obviously see

They act like nothing happened.
like... I faked the whole incident.
They honestly don't know what happened,
or why I caused that incident.

They believe that I was never "broken"
just that I wanted attention.
I should have never spoken
and give them my full attention.

No one knows I've been skipping my pills,
everyone thinks I take them.
Maybe I'm saving them for the kill?
Who knows what I plan to do with them.

I throw up everyday,
only because I've grown used to it.
No one understands my ways
or why I keep quiet.

Sometimes, when I'm alone
and I see something I could use to harm myself.
I check to make sure I'm on my own
and start to look at myself.

First, I cry...because I oh so much hate my body.
Then, I hurt myself.
Proving that I am nobody.
and since I'm alone, and with no one else

I continue doing this 
until I see a drop of blood,
then it feels like bliss.
I continue sometimes, craving the blood.

Then when it gets too much,
I sit down
thinking... no one knows I do such
if they did...would they let me drown?

I bet they would.
Since everyone I have come to love, 
leaves me..just like they should.
because I'm nothing from above.

You might think I'm a blessing.
ha, I'm a curse.
I bet you were messing,
and just tried to keep it from getting worse.

but let me get this straight,
nothing you say or do,
will get me to leave this gate.
For this gate is where I was left to

be on my own.
to forget about help.
I was always alone,
never having anyone's help.

Just let me be,
I don't need your sympathy.
Can't you see?
It doesn't matter to me!

I'd rather have everyone hate me
than have you all pretend
because believe it or not, I can see
through all your acts that should come to an end.

You aren't my friend,
so leave me now.
This my end,
you mustn't know how.

I will write back soon,
for this is my only comfort.
I only shall come at the time of the moon,
for that is my hour of comfort.


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Newtown

Please wake me up,
From this awful dream,
Sounds of carefree laughter,
Have suddenly become,
Horrifying screams.

Gunfire erupts,
In an unexpected place,
Bullets claiming victims,
While others rush out,
Terror etched upon their face.

Why did the hand of death,
Visit Newtown today,
Mowing down the innocent,
Whose only thoughts involved,
School and friends and play.


Why?  Will we ever know?


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It Happened

I hated myself.
I hate myself 
I am hating myself.
Torture.
Is what I do to myself at 2:33am when I'm thinking about how much of a waste I've become, am becoming and how I think, think about how no difference will be made if I was not here. Walking, talking, eating, breathing, living. 
Just take it all away - it turns me upside down, inside out when I can't stop those wheels from turning in my head; they never stop - like some unstoppable tape record playing in my head- over and over and over again.
I don't sleep to good.
Maybe it's the way I say your name at that present moment in time and my mind automatically swells with 
Nostalgia.
Or maybe it's the way I always think of your pretty big eyes that are the perfect shade of brown in the midst of my sorrows. 
We once shared those. 
But now they're just unequally balanced upon my shoulders, wreaking havoc in the last of the ruins that have been provided.
Oh look what I've gone and done.
I wanted to be alone not lonely. 
I hate myself for what I have done to myself
Sadness is what I have become,
Consumed me in a way that is not visible to the naked eye- so only I can see.
It hits me at any given time of day - it slams against the mental capacity I have for the self loathing I have assimilated throughout my tiresome life.
All the self regret and self deprecation that has surfed through my mind during those lonely nights I laid there motionless and bitter have finally come and took over. 
My mind, body and soul.
My troublesome inner demons taunt me. We are no longer shy acquaintances, we are the best of friends who spend each passing hour of the day together. 
I don't want to live this way. Nor do I want to die this way, I'm entitled to spend the days of my life as openly and freely as I please but I still have sinking feeling - this clawing sensation, drawing me back to my sadness. Like a heroin junkie high as a kite - I'm addicted. And I don't know how. I'm addicted to my sadness and there's no cure for that.
I have to go now.
I have to cease this sharp self afflicted pain,
With the only way I know best.
There is a saying that says,
Destroy Anything That Destroys You
So I did. 


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Coward

People want to commit suicide,
people choose to die over livin life.
Why has it come to be this way?
Why has this life become so meaningless,
that we just want to throw it away?
We become selfish and think our life is so bad,
dont think of others who's lives are worse, But still greatful for what they have.
People take for granted the things they've got,
clothes, food, smokes and shoes, even a roof or a bed,
They dont think of the homeless,
the hungry, not even the cold or the hot.
They just think they want to be dead,
Things happen in our lives that, to us, seem bad.
We dont look for help or trust any "friends"
All because of the past we've had.
Dont be a coward and run away,
Stick it out, Live life,
I know that there's alot of strife,
But stick it through day to day.
People want to commit suicide,
people choose to die over livin life.
Why has it come to be this way?....


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Song of the Raped Virgin

Yet…
Life shows you pain before the smiles
Even though youth has cried for innocence:
Outside the soul one bleeds and hides,
Inside the flesh one dies of nonsense.
When turning pages you see humble hopes:
The book of your life is already ended,
The sea you paint is without boats,
The land you plant is thoroughly cursed.
O, that you wish,
Steps away from you are!
The garden you live in is a grave where to be burned;
And dark shades in your eyes made the night of no star-
To fade out is a grace for those scars you have earned!
And perish all alone…
Like the fresh air in the cold,
Like an old tree the day of thirst,
Or a martyr when to burst…
That shame of your birth must be the same when to hold-
Those lies you tell:
As you are not only the first…


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BATTLES

I cut my hair.
I screamed out loud.
I've scarred my wrist.
And in not proud.
But I'm stuck in this dark place,
my eyes pinched tight.
I'm afraid to step out.
Out into the light.
First my grandpa, 
Then the women I love.
My cousin,
My aunt,
They're resting above.
They all died and now another.
he was so close he could've been my brother.
I'm sick of the doctors.
I'm tired of death.
why can't I forget.
I yelled,
I fought.
I cussed,
I cried.
Sometimes I feel like I died inside.
I hate that God took them. 
I wish he let them stay,
But I'm glad they're now out of their pain.
I wear dark clothes.
And my make up is smeared.
But I miss her hair.
His smell.
His beard.
I'm done with funerals. I'm done with my food.
I want to be with them.
But I don't want to lose.
I won't give in to death. I'll fight my wars like them.
I'll bring the light through this darkness and rain.
I'll survive through this pain...


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A Child Loaned

I'll lend you for a little time
 a child of mine, he said,
 for you to love the while she lives
 and mourn for when she's dead.
 
It may be six or seven years,
 or twenty two or three,
 But will you, till I call her back,
 take care of her for me?
 
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
 and should her stay be brief,
 You'll have her lovely memories
 as solace for your grief.
 
I cannot promise she will stay,
 since all from earth return;
 But there are lessons taught down there
 I want this child to learn.
 
I've looked this wide world over,
 in my search for teachers true;
 And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
 I have selected you.
 
Now will you give her all your love,
 nor think the labour vain;
 Nor hate me when I come to call,
 and take her back again?
 
I fancied that I heard them say,
 Dear Lord, Thy will be done;
 for all the joy the child shall bring,
 The risk of grief we'll run.
 
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
 We'll love her while we may;
 And for the happiness we've known,
 forever gratefull stay.
 
But should the angels call for her
 much sooner than we'd planned;
 We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
 and try to understand.
 
And maybe soon we will.


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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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Death

The cries in the night as you shed your tears, 
Nobody to console and hear your fears, 
The nightmares as the take control, 
Now I shall show you my other face,
Let the nightmares take your peace,
Let the damnation steal your joy,
There is nothing left for you
There was never anything here for you
Death is a note, thats beauty is black,
As the fire inside let it burn you alive,
Death is friend that will take your pain, 
Let your pain fester, and infect,
Do what you wish before I interject,
Death is brother who needs your love,
The Funeral Pyres burn your soul.
Welcome to world where damnation reigns,
We all will die someday,
And Death will one day rule us all, its inevitable why try to hide,
Never to be loved to never to love, Death is a note,
A note that rules you


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Death Has Come

Death Has Come

So much pain
For so long
Too many days
He lay there

Death has come
Quietly
So still 
Pain no more

Shed not tears
He’s free now 
No Pain
At Peace

Sorrow for the loss
I shed tears
I grieve
Consoled by friends

We remember
Happy days
Good times
Love and joy


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The Widower

What is there too say now?
What is there to do this evening?
Nothing for I am without you,
I remember you, when my eyes first looked upon your brow and beautious eyes,
Your luxurious features and a heart of gold and platnium,
I am lost in a garden of cluelessness, and lost and forgotten.

My heart aches and shivers in the lone days of the mid December evenings,
You are gone and lost without a single trace,
But soon I had lost you for good and could never find you again,
I buried you in the gardens of the dead,
and the tears from my broken heart showered your grave.

Oh now I wish you were here,
To listen to my heart,
For it is out of tune and the orchestra is playing a slow melody,
and the chimes ring me to the dinner table,
To eat alone the lonely supper for the mourning of my woman.

So I eat alone tonight,
The house is quiet and empty,
The butlers and maids have gone home,
Nothing but lone, empty halls,
Once filled with love and music,
keep me company.

The slow music plays in my study,
I sit in my red chair,
I cry and cry again,
I read a book of poetry and think of you,
Not a life worth living without you.


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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

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 don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

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?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


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Velvet Wings

Completed song with music.
Much thanks to Laura Breidenthal who helped me a lot with the lyrics and music :)
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Ignorant to passing time
Reality strikes its deafening chime
Unspoken words pass between
I and you, my darling queen

Lay your weary head to rest
With your arms across your chest
Now it's time to close your eyes
Whisper your final goodbyes

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

Embracing tears of bitter pain
Falling lightly with the rain
Out of reach, I hear your song
Alone again, I sing along

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Life has ended, you have won
Death befriended, pain is gone
Fly away into the light
Crystal clear and shining bright
Close your eyes for final rest
Meeting among the blessed

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I let you go so you'll be free
Cross the path of darkened sea
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I can never say goodbye
Never say goodbye


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Prose Poetry | |

The Martyr Girl

The Martyr Girl
Arabic Poem by: Jasem Al-Khafaji*
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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In your absence,
Dreariness, in every class, 
Has been the prayer of the break..
Every teacher calls your name,  
His voice falls slaughtered, in pain, on his lips..
In every standing and every sitting, 
Your class condoles with your desk..
Without you there, the schoolyard feels empty 
The bell sounds strangled as it tolls for you..
Oh, grief of all schools!
Oh, weariness of all lessons!
Too young to be gone..
Your mother wished to see you a bride..
Vacant was your stand in the lines and rows
For the flag ceremony
And, silently, 
The flag was raised..
The blackboard is missing your words
Saddened with no words to spell
“Dar” … “Door” 
Oh, grief! 
When your braid caught fire,
The kids tried to put it off with your bookcase
Their hands were too small to carry water..
May God help your mother.. 
Your mother, who, in her grief, turned white, 
Like daylight upon your coffin
Your mother, who, with slaps of grief,
Drew skipping squares on her cheeks
Your mother, who raised your hand in prayer to God
Your mother, who used to come to get you,
 At the end of the school day
Your mother, who, not even once,
Received a teacher’s note complaining about you
Your mother, who is wrapping ribbons
Around your pictures 
In madness after you
God help your mother, who, in her grief, 
 Turned white like daylight upon your coffin..

O God, May all bombs be paralyzed,
And all blasts be blinded!
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* Jasem Al-Khafaji is a poet from Iraq,
The poem is in Iraqi folks spoken dialect 


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Old Tom ct

Old Tom cat.

Old Tom cat, he was so fat
Eating was where he was at
If he saw food he’d eat it too
That’s all he’d ever want to do
The birds of him, they had no fear
And mice would come so very near
 Tom cat he’d look at them and smile
Cause hunting, it was not his style.

He’s keepers were not acting cruel
They had no malice, not at all
They just liked to feed Tom cat
And when they saw him getting fat
They just over looked this fact
All discipline, this pair, they lacked
On themselves and Pussy too
So more and more fat he’d accrue.

Then all too soon, old Tom he died
His poor old keepers cried and cried
And now they have another cat
And even now, he’s getting fat
The same old story once again
From eating folk cannot refrain
And so poor cats they overfeed
It’s very sad, it is indeed.

20 April 2014 @1300hrs.

 


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Terror Within

Trying to make sense of senseless murders...


among the flock there seem to be
a few without remorse
they want their name for all to see
no matter what the course

so silently they await the day
they've planned down to the minute
misfortune soon has it's way
with the poor souls caught up in it

and families left to grieve alone
while a killer still remains
with empty eyes and face of stone
he most certainly is insane

but deep within his twisted mind
lies coherence with evil purpose
psychopaths aren't well-defined
yet another will surely surface


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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 | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Could Not Protect

Saturday I awoke from a long slumber.
My hair wet and smelling with sweat.
Palms are shaking if I had done something.
My memory does not let me pass a certain point.
I tried to grab my head, such pain.
I feel burning sensation in my arms and legs.
Grasping for breath and lagging it with panic.
So stressed, don't know what to do.
I do not remember a certain view.
I am strap down on a hospital bed.
On what condition should I be dead.
Laying not able to function.
I feel so grotesque.
Things are becoming dark once again.
Blur visions is like an escapade. 
Jolts being delivered through my brain.
Fear settles in and gives birth of loneliness.
Sounds of ungratefulness shuns my thinking.
I will not give up cause I am human.
With strength I can beat this.
Found beside dead bodies.
My own wife and daughter. 
Should I just fail to resist.
Did I do it with no smiling bliss.
What kind of sick torment is this.
My palms are getting sweaty again.
My vision seems to com back again.
Shocked about what happened.
I was found innocent. 
A women who was scared saw everything.
A strange shadow appeared be hind me.
Choking me till I was limp.
Beating sounds in my eardrums.
Screams that did not sound calm.
Vision disappeared as I hit the ground.
The doctors had to keep me strapped.
Just because I was in shock.
Losing everything that I cared about.
Feels like my own hand did it.
I could not protect them.
I feel my hand has blood in them.
Crouching to my knees when I fell.
Like a person who had a disease.
A disease that was fatal to my existence.
Letting my own family down so weak.
Freaking out with no sense of direction.
The disease I was talking about was fear.
Fear of being non-existing.
Crying with bloody eyes.
Back so pinched that it feels like pin needles.
Tearing my muscle apart just because. 
Scorning myself with bad luck.
Dark and gloomy my heart is done.
I am expose as a coward.
Weeping in side my soul is my two dear souls.
My dreams are going away.
My blame is creeping slowly eating my soul.
Keeping this memory is not what I want at all.
Doctor's have told me I'll recover.
Such non-sense I discovered.
I feel that the blood of my love ones are in my hand.
It really is hard to stand.
 




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 | Couplet | |

Dead Babies

Dead Babies

 I just swallow the pain down and paint on a smile
 I go on to getting on, and pretend to be normal for a while.
 it never works for long but, at least they can't see.
 just exactly what not knowing you has done to me
 maybe it would be different had I brought you home,
 or maybe they'd understand if you had met them, or had a 
headstone.
 but the truth is, this sadness.... well it solely belongs to me
 No one in the world mourns lost babies they didn't see.
 I didn't see you either, but I felt you move inside.
 I did see your image on the screen, as the doctor said you'd 
died
 the heartbeats they listened for, they never played out loud,
 all I have to show of you is a pic of a shadow, of that I am 
proud.
 I broke down today, I cursed and hurt someone I love dear
 they couldn't drop the subject and didn't understand how bad 
I wish you were here.
 I do not like this person that I have become nor, this bitterness 
that I have turned into,
 But, I keep swallowing my grief, because I can not bare to 
think or speak of you.
 some mommy I am huh? I can't even hear your name without 
losing my damn mind.
 I am so sorry to all four of my dead babies, but peace with this 
I can not find


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.


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My Reply to Your Suicide Note

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Touching the Pain

Feeling Nothing

I am the girl whose brother died.
It is how they introduce me now.
It is the conversation they have in the next room…
a tragedy, so awful, how horrible.
The poor children, how are they?
Oh, too terrible, so awful.

And then me, an unexpected encounter,
Apologies pour from them and I have no umbrella, 
Forgot my plastic boots, there was no time to shop. 

But I have been manufactured, used, discarded.
I am in the landfill of loss.
My whiteness corroded by the filth which surrounds me,
Broken into pieces that can be shifted by the earth,
Pushed away and pulled by birds until there is simply, nothing.

So sorry, so sorry, and a nod.
Some reach out to touch me,
wonder if they can feel the nothing. 


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Baby Angel

Sweet lil baby
Gone too soon
Sweet lil Angel 
Heaven make room

Blessed were those who knew you
lovingly honored to hold you

Sweet  lil smile, that spread across your face
that filled the hearts of many, all over the place

Only here a short while not much time to grow and play
all your tender moments robbed, yes taken away

So rest well, our lil friend
cling tight to Jesus hand
for now you are safe with Him
so no one can hurt you again

Rest In Heaven Jaeyden Minley


Details | Rhyme | |

bloody red roses part 2

     She lies in a pile of bloody red roses

She left a note to her folks  saying

" I cant go on im sorry"

      It didnt say why

But still we cry

      We are all very sad

some of us are mad

       none of us are glad

She'll b greatly missed

        To me she was like a sis

But when will the rumors stop

        Noone knows the truth not even the cops

My pain is great 

       I wish we hadnt been late

But when we got there 

        there she lay 

on her already made bed of

Bloody red roses


Details | I do not know? | |

The Grand Old Lady

One hundred year’s young.
The
grand old lady
lying still
in the blackness
of time.

Her great hull
standing silent
weeping for
its precious
cargo.

Shivering vaporous forms
of first class and steerage.
Stroll hand in hand
together to the
surging currents
of the Atlantic.

A vast wardrobe
of scattered luggage,
across the sandy floor.
Small ghostly forms
play chasey among
the tattered decks.



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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”


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A Mothers Grief, Rage and Quest

Rage, despair, grief, devastation and regret, flowing like 
hot lava spewing out from a volcano through my veins,
pushing out my red hot blood onto this white leaf;
For suddenly and without any fair warning came,
an enormous black cloud that stationed itself overhead and
obstructed the sun from my first redwood seed in sprout 
and with a great fury it released a violent torrent of rain, 
drenching it completely, until alas my sapling did drown. 

My budding redwood tree, destroyed before its time,
the damage is irrevocable and my sapling is no more.
Like a cannon ball shot from its cannon, fire shoots
from my mouth with all fierceness and in rage I roar….
“Who really is to blame for this unfathomable demise of
my precious sapling, my budding grand redwood tree?
Was it the black cloud with its tools of destruction or
the lack of assiduousness of those with their expertise?”

Yes, regretfully my sapling was not planted by the stream.
As a seed, in ignorance it was sown upon soil rocky and dry;
yet against all odds, my seed sprouted with some foliage,
but its roots did not run deep and so with the specialist I relied
to care and strengthen it so it could withstand the bad elements.
Sadly, they were specialists with an expert eye that could not see,
they were worthless and of no avail, lacking the assiduity needed,
for their eyes, mind and heart were blinded by their own greed.

Rage, despair, grief, devastation and regret, flowing like
hot lava spewing out from a volcano through my veins,
pushing out my red hot blood onto this white leaf.
For the black cloud is now set above me like a fixed stain,
with all might I struggle to escape it’s dreadful grip, but
still it hovers over me obstructing the sun from my days,
releasing a torrent of pain and in the agony of my loss it 
drenches me and the answers to my questions are still opaque.
Oh...but take heed all you with your degree, my roots run deep, 
I will not drown and like a raging bull I push forward so valiantly
for the lucidity of the answers, lucid as a glass made of crystal;
all for the love of my departed budding grand redwood tree.

Written by: Joan Marie Peranteau
copy written  May 3, 2014

Dedicated to and written in regards to my beloved son;
Nathaniel Blaine Gibson


Details | Sonnet | |

Valentines Wishes On Dresden

    Valentines Wishes On Dresden
Awakened before sleep had settled in
she peered out to the night of Dresden's way
and though her hero had no war to win
she blew a kiss to him, as if to say

"mein Fuhrer, this, your Fraulein dreams of you
and vishes you could feel this love of mine
I've done most everything a girl could do
but foolish, hope to be your valentine."

And then the bombs fell from a troubled sky
as if mere kisses from the Butcher's lips
before she'd even ask her Heaven why
her world was blown apart by groaning ships;

    the understanding of it all is rare
     in part because the world just doesn't care.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Ballad | |

Henry the Eighth King of England

Henry the Eighth,
A tempestuous Tudor Prince,
Six marriages,
All doomed to toss in the sea of fate.

The fair Spanish princess was first,
Wedded to the King of England,
She died alone and rejected, 
Shut out of the warmth of his heart.

The temptress cometh,
A dark English maiden,
Seductively beautiful,
Her hold cannot last,
The tide swelled against her,
No male heir for England,
A silver sword stole her life.

Beautiful, far and modest,
Another English maid,
Destined to be the third Queen of England,
Succeeded where others couldn't
A son was born,
A mother and Queen fell,
Her shadow lingers in the palace still.

Fourth in line a German princess,
A Flander’s Mare the King pronounced,
Displeasing to his eye,
A marriage crumbles,
She lives to see another day.

A mischievous sprite,
Captures the eye of a King,
A voracious flirt,
She lost her head,
A fateful lesson learned and,
Paid for with her life.

Last in line,
A sweet and gentle woman,
She nursed him to the end.
His last breath was drawn,
A life snuffed out.

She lives to see,
His children inherit
A turbulent throne.
First the precious Prince Edward,
Then Bloody Mary,
Last in line- the Virgin Queen- Elizabeth.


Details | Narrative | |

Morning glare

  
I saw it in dark mornings
And I let my friend to see
Its darkness lived in me
My friend cried and tried
But I kept behind darkness
I could see his tears burn
And I saw it again in me
I wanted to stop its glow
It grew so high that it seizes me
But with soft touch of desire it died
I thought it would end today  
But it grew through dawn and twilight
My friend don’t let me die in darkness
Let me die in light to see stars shine


Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


Details | Lyric | |

Mankind's Enigma

'Hardy har', laughs the god,
Rushing judgement from afar.
"Only right, is right by me.'
Kills the damned to watch them bleed.

Virtues ruptured; marked abides,
Do make them fight for homicide.
For life is nil until the doom
But death by own shan't make him swoon.

"Your blasted brother to fire he'll go,
For plowing in your heart so slow,
Though blessed thee, your place now safe-
Alas he was slaughtered, cleansing his slate!

But the one, the last of the cycle,
Must pay the dues of his murdering rivals.
His only death is to break the mirror
And hell he'll go for that desire."

Now they smile, the sinners do,
As they look down on the payer's due;
"A heart so warm and soft like dough,
Brother, so sad you must stay below.
If only you had damned before
You were the last, the ultimate cure."


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In Loving Memory of Clifford Morgan Evans

It’s a lovely casket, my grandmother said
With tears in my eyes, I nodded my head
I did not want her to see me cry,
But seeing him there, I knew there was no use to try
To hold back the tears, so they started to flow
As I started the process of letting you go
I cried two tears that fell onto your sleeve
At the bittersweet thought of letting you leave
I took hold of your hand in mine once again
And I remembered how warm it once had been
With this thought, the tears began to pour
Until I saw something I had not noticed before
My eyes had been cloudy for such a long while
That I hadn’t noticed, your mouth was turned up in a smile
And as I looked at your face, my tears no longer streaming,
I suddenly understood why you were beaming
Your body is here, but your spirit has gone
Ascended to the heavens, your journey goes on
I picture you entering through the golden gate
Anxious to see the wonderful things that await
Cliff Jr. appears, your long departed son
You feel no more pain, your battle is won
In the place you are now, suffering does not exist
I feel such comfort as I realize this
It’s nine o’clock now, and it’s time to go
I love you so much, and I know that you know
I know that one day I will see you again
My heart at peace, I wait until then

In loving memory of Clifford Morgan Evans


Details | Free verse | |

Grief Enough to go Around

Just like you to make a last minute date,
leaving me a quickly scribbled note,
before tossing aside that broken campaign pencil from last year's election--
I remember you snapping it apart 
when you found out your man lost.
I laughed at you peering through your old bifocal glasses,
frame twisted awkwardly, 
making you look somewhat frog-eyed.

"Let's see that production you mentioned.
Meet you at 7:30, the Lyric; dinner afterward."
I did an "Oh, goodie!" and left for work.

You never arrived; cell phone going straight to voicemail. 
I stared at the playbill, September 8, 2001,
gave up and drove home, worried . . .

The police found me here,
telling me the details in their flat, official way;
three days later, your funeral . . .
a whole world grieves with me 
for today American changed,
today, everything changed .  . .

October 3, 2014
For Chopped contest
Sponsor, Craig Cornish


Details | Sonnet | |

Unbearable Beauty in Scarlett

I look at her picture ... she'll never grow old.
A feathered headband on her small, downy head.
The pain will lessen, that's what we've been told
but we've so few memories of a babe , now dead.

Scarlett of name, a moniker bold,
for such a wee thing, fragile and young.
She won't grow into the name, will never grow old.
Won't learn to walk or talk or ever have fun.

I look at her picture, tears brimming my eyes.
She sleeps so peacefully in repose.
They say time will heal but I believe it's all lies.
The grief that we feel, no one really knows.

Her unbearable beauty left scars on our hearts.
On the day God reclaimed her ... we all fell apart.


Details | Free verse | |

The Journey

From time immemorial your story began
A hundred, a thousand, a million years and more
Your story past written a character just one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Each story unique while pieces the same
Today, tomorrow, millennia expended and gone
Your story continues passed first to no last
The tale of you bleeds into all

Through love and hate, laughter and death
Minutes and seconds grew to decades and days
The story being written you wrote each day
The tale of you bleeds into all

Memories endure through dream and remembrance
Yesterday is gone but tomorrow you live on
Your story yet written a character more than one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Your stories the fires shall never consume
A past, a future, a present goes on
The story you wrote lives forever in your love
The tale of you bleeds into all


Details | Rhyme | |

Finding God

When a pound of grief comes our way, we always wonder where God has gone.
He’s still there, you know, we've just momentarily, lost our link to the dawn.
 
Some say most days are like diamonds, I say they're always full of God’s bling.
How great it seems, depends on how you hold your heart, to the light, to sing.

God's greatness is always there, it’s just how your soul reflects his light.
When you turn to look, deep within you’re soul… All you see is your plight.

Don’t turn your soul away, at these times, don’t turn so deep inside.
God is like the brightest diamond,  turn to his light, let his loving light preside.

When someone passes, their memories are buried deep within your grief.
You won’t lose those memories, by looking without and about, for your relief.

Look at all the great changes that person made, in others’ lives and be awed.
These made them a sparkling jewel, where they were literally, the hand of God.

Celebrate the greatness that they became, as they helped those all around.
See the angel they became, and by the glory and beauty that they have found.

Remember it’s how you turn the diamond to reflect the sparkle in God’s light.
God’s greatness and light can always be found, in the darkest of the night.

8-9-2015


Details | I do not know? | |

Hamba Kahle, Comandante Chavez

Hamba Kahle*, Comandante Chavez!

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,
but the torch you lit,
remains ablaze.

You may have passed away from this mortal life, Comandante,
but you have passed on,
your immortal ideals.

Today our hearts are heavy with sorrow, Comandante,
yet you left our hearts so much heavier,
with hopes of a more just tomorrow.

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,

but you live!

You live!


Hasta la Victoria Siempre, 

Comandante!


Hugo Rafael Chavez Frias (1955 - 2013)


* - "Hamba Kahle" means "go well" in Zulu


Details | Free verse | |

December the 8th

I used to have an eerie feeling
Of a certain date

Never knowing
Why I felt that way

I had even said
There was something
About it
But I could never
Wrap my head around it.

Such a curious thing to wonder
Why a date in your head
Would be stuck on
For you to ponder

But I realized
I'd come to hate 
That date
Later in my life
When you met your fate
You were taken from me
On December
The 8th
Is it a coincidence
Or a prediction
Of fate?

Oh how...
How much I hate
The date
Of December... 
December
The 8th.


Details | Rhyme | |

Unsaid Words

Cognitive simplicities reveled in each line Nothing is impeccably right, nothing is fine I reach the path where a lie is justified by words By the time it is finished they flee like birds Into a path where their tattered wings can heal Where darkness cringes and the hidden scrolls seal I need to find the light where the rhymes deem right I need to see how much I can bear it this night I am cradled by unsaid words every solitary day If only the words I write that linger could take the pain away I want to see you again, but as I unfold within These undaunted subtleties tear away the skin You are left in bear bone while I am still alone A crowd surrounds me as my mind begins to roam Scratching out a line to make room for the lie, The truth stammers and withers as the birds fly by


Details | Quatrain | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Fly

I know no one really cares about me, i can see it in their eyes
They want me to trust them, i can hear it in their lies
I wish i could believe those who try to help me out
I hope one day i wont rely on doubt
some say worthless, others say i'm too perfect
i look in the mirror and see what i reflect
i see a girl waiting to die
i see a boy try to get by
a little boy getting shoved 
you now what we ll have in common? we all want to be loved
and after all of our trials
others think we aren't worth the while
so when you see me in the halls crawling
don't leave me to feel like i'm falling 
show us that we're not alone 
make us feel like we're on a throne
we all belong here, but not all of us know why
so wherever you go, look for me, teach me how to fly


Details | Rhyme | |

Mom hated Wednesdays

Mom hated Wednesdays but I don't remember why.
Sadly, it was on a Wednesday when she died.
My Granddad also died on a Wednesday and that was very sad.
My Grandmother bragged because she was going to receive $10,000 because of his death and that made me mad.

Me, Mom and Granddad were all Leos, we were born in August and July.
It hurt me when Granddad passed away and when my poor mom died.
It's been painful since Mom passed away.
It's a fact that she hated Wednesdays.

(Dedicated to Agnes and Burley Johnson who passed away on March 6, 2013 and August 3, 1994.)


Details | Rhyme | |

There Are No Words

Sometimes there are no words
No words to describe the pain
No relief of grief to look towards
Except to know their lives weren’t in vain

Sometimes there are no words
To describe the feel
Of no goodbye
Except surreal

They say you must move forward
They say you must stay strong
But where are ‘they’ 
When you feel you can’t go on?

Sorrow, shock, and tragedy
The words ring so true
Paralyzed and numb
And still feeling blue

Why did you leave?
It only just begun
You laid down to sleep
When our race was not yet won

Sometimes there are no words
No words that one can say
Except to say “I miss you”
Each and every day


Details | Couplet | |

Upon a bed of petals

Upon a bed of petals of red and white
Upon a bed of petals where everything looks right
There she lies so perfectly still
Where her heart is a disaster so very ill

Upon a bed of petals of roses that were red
Her heart became cold then her body became dead
But no one will ever care; she’s a problem to everyone
So I guess that they are happy now that she is gone

Upon a bed of petals of roses that were white
I see her as angel shining very bright
There in the clouds floating up above
I hope that she is finally getting love

Upon a bed of petals where I don’t see her anymore
Where my heart breaks even more than before
And as the wind blows and those petals fly
My heart started to die right after I said goodbye


Details | Blank verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

The Night Dad Died

There are those moments that stay with us forever
stuck in time, we will forget them never

The night I picked up the phone, it was late
how could this be his fate?

I drove and on my way I got a flat tire
this seemed a cruel and divinely planned satire

The tow truck man could not remove the lug nuts
Almost midnight now and I thought he was a putz

When mom's door opened there were swollen eyes
I was the strong one to my surprise

We made the plans and bought the box
I look back now and know I was still in shock

My hair came out in clumps as I showered
Being strong and holding it in was not making me feel empowered

Then about three months later it hit me like a wall
my father was gone, I would not see him at all

I had not cried at all until that day
It seemed I could not stop now to my dismay

My words of wisdom to pass on to you my friend
Tell those you love how you feel every now and again.


Details | Ballad | |

SATURDAY OR NOT

Saturday Or Not

Shadows on walls falling from the setting sun; Leaving behind dreams, in which I was the star. Who's gonna finish this dream: Who can complete this dream, this dream that captured my soul, when you left, I waited, I waited ....but you never returned.

Who's going to continue to love me? Who will tell them, those lies were untrue? who will kiss me in the morning, now that I Don't have you?

Shadows on walls talk to me , when the sun is rising, whispering... ever so gently that soon It will be alright.

I am exhausted from forced smiling. I stand alone devoid of pain , And pain would feel so right, we never even had a chance, to have a lovers fight.

YOUR dream was never to be dreamt again, that's the dream I am in. Who will finish holding me; Who will say goodnight.? What happens to the love we shared when love has been forgot... one more day until Sunday, "Saturday or not"!

The dream has ended abruptly: The dramas now unfolding. My Lovers gone...and only the shadow knows the secrets he was holding. I stand alone devoid of pain, and pain would feel so right...

Seven days we were married before they tore my love away. Tomorrow, for me now means nothing, even though it would have been Sunday, I want no more tomorrows. I don't even want Today ! I only wanted finish dreams. And to feed you from my loving pot To live our dream accordingly .. "Saturday or not"...!
.


 


Details | ABC | |

the end

the days go dark
i sit in this park
its lonly and cold
but these feelings are old
iv seen it before
shes out the door
i slit my wrists
and my blood slowly twists
down my arm and off my hand
my life is fading and its so sweetly bland
i bleed for you
but you never knew
the slow downfall
of my life and all
its miserable,sad and funny to
how much i really care for you
its ok now my life is fading
but no one knows i only evading
the sadness of losing
and heartbreak, blood oozing
the white light draws near
its almost over from here
i love you my dear
you touched my heart
now its time i fell apart
its me not you
see the picture i drew
thats my blood my note of suicide
im sorry im not ok im the one who lied
its over my life has finaly reached its ending
sleep well my love enjoy this last text im sending


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

Black Widow

1 through the door
2 through your heart
3 through your head
4 colors in my eyes
Red, red, red

1 clash
2 rings
3 words
4 sirens
Shrieks of red, red, red

1 bed of white
2 saviors
3 men at my side
4 grievers
Tears of red, red, red

1 room of rock
2 rings around my wrist
3 eyes in my head
4 days before forever
Stains of red, red, red

1 room
2 sides
3 on one
4 on the other
Crying out red, red, red

1 decision
2 stabs of pain in my side
3 cries
4 smiles
The judge says red, red, red

1 boy
2 people
3 arguments
4 solutions
Mine was red, red, red


Details | Rhyme | |

Whenever you see my face

Whenever you see
my face,
please try not
to cry,
for i'm in a much
better place,
as i did not
die.

I just knew it
was time to
embrace,
begin a new 
life,
and so i knew 
i could not
stay,
so i said
goodbye.

Whenever you see 
my face,
think of all the
times,
the promises we
made,
make no mistake
i'm keeping
mine.

Think back to the
days,
endless hours we'd
write,
think of what i'd
say,
if i could see you one last
time.

Whenever you see
my face,
smile but please don't
cry,
because although
i'm so far away,
this is not
goodbye.


Details | I do not know? | |

Troubled Road

My mouth is burning dry
As I continue idly by
Feet scraping against the Earth
Yearning for a delightful re-birth
Night passed and pain flowed
Upon this troubled road

Rays of sun peep in my eyes
Clouds mocking my image as they rise
Feeble in the knees, it hurts to move
My brain stubborn eager to improve
Asking what punishment I'm owed
Alone on this troubled road

Fallen under the skies tears 
Which in disguise are my many fears
Huddled only by the thunder
Ready to forfeit to my slumber
Dying in what I have bestowed 
Buried among this troubled road


Details | Rhyme | |

Without Him Here

Sitting at my window, watching the clouds pass by,
I smile on the outside...while my insides only cry
Walking down the street, my head hangs in despair 
Wandering...Seeking...For a soul to care
 
There is a demon I have, I face it everyday,
A monster, Killing my spirit, as my soul withers away
Then suddenly...as I am ready to cave,
I face on that day, my little boys grave
 
Saddened and lost without him here,
That day is remembered...I held him so near
As the tears fall, and my insides turn,
My heart is needing relief from this burn
I sit talking to him, fighting despair,
Wishing so badly, he could only be here
 
Then I kneel down to kiss his grave,
This inner peace for so long I have craved
It came in an instant, a moment we share
With the warmth of his spirit I feel everywhere!


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Year Gone By


This year has brought me much heart-ache, grief and many a tear I did shed
For I lost a friend so close and dear to me
I was a heart-broken and empty lass
As my world crashed down and
Shattered like glass.

It was the saddest time of my whole life that I've ever
Felt so much grief and pain in my heart
I could not cope with being apart
From my dear friend Coni.

I still sit and think of her each day and have precious
Memories that will always remain in my heart and
Stay in my mind for hope and comfort
I do find,
Remembering the friend I had
Who so loving,
Compassionate but most of
all kind, 
What a true diamond
Of a friend I was blessed to find.

In loving memory of Coni Oliver
Sept1956-July2012


Details | Blank verse | |

Nonna

When you leave me, nothing will ever be the same again,
You have taught me so much and your love was never ending,
I will never forget the way you smiled and the way you made the ones around you feel safe,
This poem may not rhyme, but the words I feel for you are not in any dictionary,
therefore rhymes are impossible,
you have been my rock, my reliable, strong rock, but now my rock is floating away and soon I will never see my rock again.
I wont lie and say everything was grand,
we have never really met eye to eye,
and we have hurt each other with our words, but words would never hurt our heart if we did not feel love,
that is all I feel for you,
love.
This is my love letter to you, my way of saying thank you,
thank you for the laughs and the cries and the ups and the downs,
this is my everlasting gratitude.
I love you.


Details | Senryu | |

Pulled the Trigger

Bullet wounds
The criminal shoots down his
First targets

How dare you
Shoot them uncontrollably
CHAOS grows .  .  .

Don’t shoot it!
The victims are running mad
And you pulled

The trigger
I’m terrified of your strength
DROP IT, man ! ! !


Details | Free verse | |

Summer School

One year I went to a summer school. 
And there was a girl there 
With shining eyes and
An award winning smile. 
She was kind to everyone and 
Excluded no one. 
She always laughed with others
But you could go to her when you 
needed it.
We talked for hours and
Quickly became friends. 

Last year I went back to summer school. 
The girl was still there. 
She had sad eyes but
Kept the award winning smile. 
She was kind to everyone yet
Excluded herself. 
She never laughed properly 
But you could always go to her 
when you needed it. 
We talked for mere minutes and
I guess I lost a friend. 

This year when I went to summer 
school
The girl was no longer there.
Rumours of suicide surrounded
Her name
And no one was kind to us all.
Everyone excluded their-selves.
Silence consumed every thought and moment
Because no one was there when we 
truly needed it. 
Memories of talking haunted me and
I couldn't help but miss my friend.


Details | Free verse | |

scarlet tears

i. there is a drop of scarlet in the glass of vicissitudes–– 

a taint of shadows in a fluorescent
room. its shape baring teeth
at the reflection in my mind.

“a false portrayal of self-actuality”, concludes the
shrinking voice of a certified delusionist. she says that
my bones are brittle and my skin is worn
but no– that, no,
that is not me

my entity is solely defined by my
despondent thoughts
and my cracking fragility
interlaced with
streaks of red and
black and
blue

blue like the broken veins that
engrave my skin in a constant
reminder of who i am and
who i will never be

 ii. two drops now 

i will never be the smile on
her face in the waters or the
laughter from her imperfections splayed out against a white wall or the
solid self-assurance of a growing leader. and
i will never be the consummate words
that grace a meal with gratitude at the end of the
day (thank you lord)

thank you to this body that has
tried its best and to this mind
that bleeds in the grasp of its masochistic owner
thank you for the strangled lips that have
spoken my lies and to these eyes
that have seen the world in
delusory in all its grandeur.

iii. the imminent red flows in an addled solution of
thick and thin, its path changing so
fluidly

fluid like the love in my heart that
cowers from myself yet peels its
flesh for everyone else;
as solid as the robust
affirmation vibrating through my bones
that cries in joy at its sublimity

and in my head i hear the people ask,
“why cant you just learn to love yourself?”

oh– but dont you understand?
i do. i do love myself.

i love the way my eyes shine
with tears and how my teeth glow
from soundless words that emerge from
the gaps of tenebrosity and
the way my heart sighs contentedly
in its barren aspiration

i love the way i
have run out of tears
and words to define this
agony, silence screams
betraying me and endorphins refusing
its exoneration

and since i cannot do all this,
i let myself replace letting salt out from my sore eyes
with the release of iron from my scarred wrists

iv. and in my hand the glass shatters
and a sea of scarlet deluge my ipseity in a boundless suffocation


Details | Rhyme | |

Perspective

I'm in a land where everyone is dying
Sweet child please awake
I look up at the sky screaming, crying
God, why do you take!
What's the reason for living in this world without my baby?

I'm in a store where everyone is buying
I've got a headache
My child is loud, and is quite defying
Tom for heaven's sake!
Just get the damn toy he wants so he will shut up, just maybe?

My parents are dead, not here anymore
I sell my bare flesh
They've labeled me sinner, scarlet, a whore
Malice thoughts, a thresh!
My face is bruised and bloody from the stones of licentious men

My parents are stupid, I slam my door
We just do not mesh
I hear the knocks, but I choose to ignore
The night air feels fresh!
I'll show them, I'm running away from home; what will they think then

Today is my birthday and I turned eight
It's time to be tough
I get my gun and go fight for my state
It's scary and rough
It hurts to breath in, It's so cold and dark; I want my mommy

Today is my birthday and I'm out late
I've not drank enough
Bartender another drink I feel great
Wow, I am hot stuff
I stumble to their table, I vomit like a tsunami


Details | I do not know? | |

Life Of A Love Lost Army Wife

Here Today...Gone Tommorrow,
Our hearts are breaking filled with sorrow.
I wish we had a chance to say goodbye before you were sent to war
to die,
But you left us very suddenly,There was no warning,
Now here without you we are all in mourning.

You were the one true love of my life,
It was a pleasure and an honor to have become your wife.
The years we had together were filled with such joy,
The days we became parents to our 2 girls and our boy.

You are now an Angel, The brightest Star.
Now we can only admire you from Afar.
Sleep tight my love, in our hearts you remain,
My journey starts here to walk lifes path of pain,
But i will travel many miles, Air, Land or Sea,
No matter how hard lifes challenges may be,
For I will fight the Cold, the Wind and the Rain,
Cross Oceans, Climb Mountains until we are together Again. x


Details | Free verse | |

My Shadow



Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.



Details | Free verse | |

Deceased

Middle of the night
All that is heard
Is yelling & screaming
A voice says,
"...No!...
...Why?!...
...Stop!...
...Don't do that!..."
Then nothing
Walk into the room
Nothing to see
Pitch black
One click of the light switch
All is revealed
Empty liquor bottles
Broken glass
Pills
Knife on the floor
Blood splattered all over the walls
With writing on it that reads,
"See what you made me do?"
Look on the floor
A dead body holding a gun
Look on the ceiling
A dead body hanging
What a nightmare
But a wish come true
Both parents
Dead


Details | Lyric | |

Demolition Lovers

"This time we will show them all how much we mean"

Walking into the school
Short blonde hair
Stunning blue eyes
Wearing make up on his face
The paint on his face
Is a skilled drawing of a skull
As he passes
Everyone starres
He keeps walking foreward
Not looking at them

She enters through the other end of the hallway
Long blonde hair
Deep brown eyes
Also wearing makeup on her face
A skilled drawing of a smaller skull
All the girls she passes
Starre at her
Wondering what kind of girl would 
Wear makeup like that

The Boy and the girl
Meet in the middle of the hallway
They hold eachothers hands
And continue down the hallway

Seeing them from behind
You read on his backpack
"I gave you my bullets..."
And on her bag you can see
"And i gave you my love"
They walk out of the school together
All the teachers starring
All the students watching there every move
They walk straight out to his car
A black Mustaine 1998
Before they get to the bridge 
He ties there hands together

They drive 10 miles
To a bridge
Theres a hill
A bridge
And a river
Hes going 90 mph
She clinches his hand
He looks at her with a smile on his face
She looks back at him pale as a ghost
The car jumps over the bridge into the river
The lovers dying on empact
Forever tied together by
The rope he tied earlier

Like a bed of roses
Theres alot of reasons
Why we are laying here
As we are falling down into
The pool of blood
I see your eyes
I mean this when I say forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Grief

I walked a lonesome street
one dawn morning,
the sun was also rising,
and I could hear the baby birds chirping away.
I walked past a cemetery
guarded by black, iron bars,
I heard death's growl.
I turned and there he was; Death grinning at me.
I saw an old man sitting next to a tombstone,
he was crying.

I wonder who he had lost?
Such a sad sight to see such grief,
but that is the surprise of life.


Details | Bio | |

SCARS

Each scar tells a story.
The story of my life and of the pain.
Every scar has a story.
A single wound in the heart.
Each scar tells of my struggles.
A story of my agony.
They tell a story of how I survived each day
carrying my brusies around
just trying to survive.
Every scar tells a story
of how I was used.
Of how I was battered and bruised.
They tell a story of how I was left to die.
And each scar tells the story of the woman that
I will NEVER forget.....


Details | I do not know? | |

Suicide

Triangle Squares and crooked lines
Imagine this within the minds
Of those confused and lost in a way
I can't put in words
I can't even say
They were brought in this world for a reason I know
Maybe to suffer maybe to show
How lucky we are to be free from a state
Of mental confusion
Destruction high rate
Suicide.....


Details | Blank verse | |

Departed Maiden

Her soul still clung after she exhaled her last breath.
Her body still feels warm even in death.
Her voice still echoes in my head.
Her memory still lives on even though she is dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Soldiers Song Sung

Confoundly forward marches the soldiers bravely twords the war
Ongoing is the beat of the drum that leads these men 
To where the single trumpet plays a rebeling score 
A battle ground where battles implore gore, the grapheties of war 
 The generals encharge more, once again obeastities twords the poor 
This includes those enchored, the entangled, the ignored 
War, it's so upstrangled, oh and I disincluded those forced 
So have I yet struck a displaced chord, should I this poem abort 

Caught between the memories, the struggle just to make it through
An empty wide open, and the millions of motions which gracefully do
Fought where theres freedom, brought here just for you
Those feelings make you an empty crew, fight it, don't get blue

Because now in this silience it's just me and you
Nothing more left here that will ever be new
I walked ten miles tonight
Attention diverted arms draw up tight
I surrenered the time 
To get the answers right
The question forever there remains the same
I am no longer there, your to blame
Spinning circles emotions bringing forth the cause
I felt the whole world open putting that time on pause

The dawn begins at zero hour
The canyons flames burn at its blistering bowels
The range is now a burning ridge
My thoughts are now only a burning bridge
My eyes feel so empty without you in by my side
It hurts so much the whole crew got caught in the fight
With unswept memories I only stir though the night
I've wept, I've prayed, and then I cried
Searching for an answers of why you died


Details | Imagism | |

HEARTBLOCK OF DEATH

You are such a beauty that day
Schemes of suns shines in your way
Beholder of everyone on the aisle way
Hoping soon a bright future lay

Your eyes sparks with happiness
Filling all your love ones with gladness
Praying all for love and allegiance
However, life is one beautiful chance

It can be taken unknowingly
It can be stopped instantly
It can be wavered quietly
It can be so painfully sadly

Overall, your husband cried
No one expected that suddenly
Your last breath till you died
All mourn and weep sincerely

So tragic that it gives heart blocks 
So painful that it excruciates & stings
So haunted that anyone it halts
So unexpected that it jolts

By: olive_eloi
7:47pm
01/13/2014

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Details | Free verse | |

Storm

Nothing but a waste
you’re just a reckless disgrace
too much power
for a deceiver

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough
for me to go 

It's my choice
so don't you treat me like a play toy
I'm not yours
to control

Cause I will storm in after you
If you take her far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you take her to the grave with thee

You take our race for granted
and you're highly overrated
you're always taking
my friends

It's not right
I see light
It's not near enough 
for me to go

It's our choice
so don't you treat us like we're play toys
we're not yours
to control

I will storm in after you
If you take them far away from me
And I will storm in after you
If you try and take them to the grave


Details | Free verse | |

TRY IF YOU CAN

To have lost someone so dear to you and can't comprehend,
  Trying to make sense of it all so your heart can begin to mend.
The memories that torment you each night tearing you apart,
   Making it harder for you to rest because your afraid of the dark.
Every day begins the same for you with tears that fall like rain,
   You can't make it stop because your heart is filled with so much pain.
Pretending to laugh and faking your smile hiding what's really inside,
   In reality what you really want do is drop to your knees and cry.
So sad and so angry your mixed emotions driving you mad running wild,
   It's all to hard to understand your feeling like a lost and lonely child.
There are moments you want to do nothing but scream out in rage ,
   Just to hold that love one lost one more time is what you really crave.
Deep inside you know that wish will never be and you must go on alone,
   As hard as it may seem you have to learn to face this life on your own.
Remember this if you can my friend and do your best to understand ,
   This is something we all must pass through for this is part of Gods Plan.
TAC


Details | Free verse | |

Eric -RIP-

Why did you leave?
Oh companion of mine
Why did you leave?
Twas it really your time? 
Did you see no point in staying 
another measly day? 
By my side if you were oh the 
things I would say! 
Judge you, I would not
Tis not in my nature
The emptiness I feel from your 
passing measures to that of a 
crater
A bullet took your life
One blast and it's through
What pains me to know is the 
gun was held by you
All you left behind was a note 
for family and friends
Inscribed were many ' I love 
you's ' 
And your deep heartfelt 
amends
No need to say sorry
For you lived a full life
I shall always remember this 
through the pain, struggles, 
and strife
'You don't know what you got 
until what you got is no more'
Oh how this saying is true!
As the tears stream my face 
and I reminisce of you
With anger in our eyes and 
pain in our hearts
We lay you to rest
Hoping that solace will 
overflow in our lives
We miss you Eric 
This is in plain black and white
Had we the power we'd wish 
you back to life
I take comfort in knowing one 
day we'll meet again
Beyond the pearly gates 
reunited  as friends
This is NOT goodbye
Only a brief farewell
When shall we meet again?
Only time will tell


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | Free verse | |

That Night

He still remembers the screams of his beloved
He still remembers her lilac perfume
He still remembers her bright smile
How she held him close as he lay there dying

Her beautiful red dress framing her petite figure
Her chesnut brown hair, always smelling like strawberries
Her black heeled shoes making her as tall as him
Her hazel eyes that shined when she saw him

Now there's a crowd around them
Paramedics telling everyone to make room
They tell her to let him go so they can check on him
She's vaguely aware of what's going on


She only hears sound
Everything is blurred to her
She sees her beloved's mouth move
She gets her bearing and ask "What did you say?"


Everyone becomes quiet
Suddenly there's no movement, no sound
He says with his last dying breath,
"Will you marry me?"


Before she answers him,
His body goes limp
He has died in her arms
With one word, everyone's life changed


They barely hear that one word
She whispers, "Yes"
His ghost floats above her
Whispering in her ear, "Forever I shall protect you my beloved"


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Cry because they are born

Yeah. Another soul gone, taken out of the world
Mothers cry for your boys and girls
Not because they're taken away,, 
But because they're born in a world like today,,
R.I.P G.James,, R.I.P


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Hope Dies


Like butterflies Tears caress my cheek My clouded vision cries The world keeps turning Tomorrow will come As all hope dies
Barbara Gorelick 9/23/13 Compression contest.


Details | Bio | |

Not The Same

I know what we used to have was really beautiful,
We trusted and believed in each other and were so truthful.
Than something happened, something very bad,
I'd rather get pissed off or angry, but this time it mad me sad. 

My mind is clouded and I can't think strait anymore,
I don't know what's going on with me but it hurts me to the core. 
I know that this is just another depression poem for you,
But if this is the only way I can talk to you than I'll say what's true. 

You meant so much to me, I would of traded the heavens for you,
But now I don't know what to do anymore, I feel like my heart got the flu. 
Its really not easy writing this right now cause the blood fills my eyes and its a blur,
My hands shaking like I never felt them shake before. 

Remembering your skin rub against mine makes me even more sad,
Cause now I know that I wont ever be this mad.
I cried for you and I prayed for you, but you still and went and done me wrong,
I don't know if that was a sign from you to make me tough or strong. 

Well I can tell you this though, this feeling will stay, 
Cause I don't know what it meant to you, but to me it was my last day.
So, I am sorry for writing this, but this is what I have to claim,
And not ever forget that this will never be the same.


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My Pupils

Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber
But my eyes are an exception…everything’s a blur
They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure 
But I still wonder… my pupils still wander

My pupils still wander… never planted in one spot 
Their cup is half full…rather than half empty
My pupils see what others cannot  
Because… their too busy to smell the roses of plenty 

My pupils project feelings…
They comprehend – they spiral up and down
They express horrendous sorrows…they observe their surroundings 
My belongings are misplaced – my smile lowers into a frown

Optimism isn’t in the picture…bestowing infection
Upon my crestfallen heart 
I’m a broken compass – I’m losing my direction  
My animated heart tears apart 

Their voices are high in volume…rather than using half their volume
My pupils glance in many directions – beaming with glee 
Because they’re focusing too much on their social lives…let us resume
On with our soothing music 

Intrigued eyes lift…willing to wonder in curiosity 
But my eyes swelter, wearily drowning in discouragement  
They spot what others are too oblivious to see… 
Nonetheless, I still ponder…
Are my pupils singing merrily OR are they wandering in bafflement? 

Do I witness the fears and woes?

My pupils reject the precious scenery 
They are carefree – they are heedless of my despondency 
My pupils forever look forward to freedom…observe the hardships and disparity
My surroundings are chaotic and wild – my heart pounds profoundly…

My pupils…
Oh dear pupils…
Will you ever pay the bills?
Will you ever use your skills?

My heart bleeds in the river mills
My pupils ascend…above the dazzling hills 
My pupils spew out remorse 
My pupils are like open doors…


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The Change

Funny how it feels like 
The change happened so fast
Almost like closing one door and 
Opening another
But I know it’s taken years 
To be able to fell
This way
So peaceful
So whole
So new
What a strange and
Wonderful feeling
You’re in my heart now
In that space that had been
So empty after you’d gone
I think I was trying to hold
Onto you so tight 
That I couldn’t really feel 
You there before 
But now I’ve let you go 
And I can feel you close to me 
Closer than ever
I’ve found you again
And I’ve found something I thought had died
When you did – 
Myself, I found myself
But not the me I was before you 
Or even with you
No, I’ve found someone 
Not afraid to feel anymore
Not afraid to cry anymore
Born again it seems - 
From tears and pain
Nightmares and death – 
To embrace 
Life 
And everything 
In it


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Beneath the Water Drowning

I guess we'll never know
if you found peace
or if the answers came
to you somehow

In the turmoil
of your life' passion
you encountered confusing contradictions
when you needed compassion

Your struggle against the flow
estranged you
to your loved ones 
you thought your
husband was a foe

I'd like to know
what you were thinking
what drove you to the point
of jumping in
after a bout of heavy drinking 

The creative gene you possessed
is in me now and I thank you
for allowing me to have it 
my dream is that in
the afterlife I'll see you

Until then I guess
we'll never know
if beneath the waters
you found what you
were looking for.


Details | ABC | |

A Dieu Grande Mere


It aches the heart to see you cold.
We’d not believe had we been told,
That we’d get to meet the day
The hands of death snatch you away.
But alas! That time is here
And now we’ve lost our granny dear.
We’ll miss you much, the tongue can’t tell,
That tree from which we apples fell.
We’ll miss that voice, the words it dealt,
Those hands that nursed us back to health.
Rest granny, rest, you’ve done your part
You’ll live forever dear in our hearts.
Rest Mami, rest in the Lord’s bosom,
And know your seeds will grow and blossom.
Your time is here, the baton’s passed,
We’ll do our best to hold on fast
To values learned, the lessons taught
And cherish too the blessings brought.
It pains to bid farewell to one so dear,
So teary eyed, we say a Dieu grande mere.


Details | Rhyme | |

Drunken Cop

I turned to the bottle because I'm a Cop.
I was a good Policeman but it had to stop.
I couldn't stand the crime and violence anymore.
It got to be something that I could not ignore.
A six year old kid was killed in the cross fire when a gang decided to attack.
I had to explain to his parents that their son got a big hole blown in his back.
I saw so many deaths that it became hard to even keep my meals down.
I could no longer tolerate the violence in this crime infested town.
I couldn't continue being a Cop, it was something I couldn't take.
It bothered me so much that every day my hands would shake.
My career as a Police Officer came to an end.
And sadly, the bottle became my best friend.
As I sit alone in this bar, the bartender is pouring me drinks.
Please don't be a Police Officer in this town, it really stinks.

(This is a fictional poem)


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By and Between the Senses and Silence

Chained emotion locked in seclusion; 
Down-trodden, feeling defiled, and sunken 
Deep into the bottom of grief and lamentation; 
Life so vain, skin so pale, and broken. 

How have you lived with the might that you borrow? 
Was it for own greed or for reasons so shallow? 
Memories are sometimes but the tales of the fools - 
Portraying nobility to a once wicked soul. 

The promise of a new day has tarnished its vow; 
The flowers of this occasion are now readied for mourning. 
That to regain the strength is something fate would not allow 
Except  for the remembrance into someone's heart for keeping. 

Cry! Oh Soul, may God hear that you weep; 
As no one can hear you but the Good Lord and yourself. 
So often the hypocrites and saints shall gather for a purpose; 
To commend a good name at one's foregoing repose. 

Grasp while you can for the breath that sustains the living; 
Scarcity abounds when the flesh is frail and aging. 
Gone are the times of lavishness for feasting or for wasting 
When a contract is entered into by and between the senses and silence. . . 


Date & Time of Writing: 
January 18, 2012 
3:44pm - 4:21pm 

Been suffering with vertigo for days already.  I came into thinking of a life to cease untimely and how one would try to look back his past if given the chance to have some recollection..


Details | Verse | |

Dancing skeletons in the closet

I dance in and out of your peripheral vision
I'm not really sure you see me at all you see the empty spaces I take up

I want to be more than what I merely represent to you
to everyone I wish to be the fragile doll porcelain eyes a non existent heart

A broken girl
A china chipped soul 
A center as black as coal
I need more than I could possibly get 
the empty void a silent voice and the glittering blackness all around

Trembling hands, coffee and cigarettes to drown the pain to ignite my feeble mind getting colder still bones are aching tired eyes sunken hollow lies I'm fine I'm fine

Escape to fantasy life running away from the harsh reality of real  life

Playing Alice in wonderland games falling down the rabbit hole easy to go down never to return to the infinite sun

Heart beating slow I can't stay too afraid to go a cowards call to the silver tinted knife 

The girl I merely represented has died


Details | Free verse | |

What once was

Inside, so warm and loved cherished from day one joy filled the heart and spilled over a cup overflowed Every moment was happiness all new experiences all new delights even new pains every bit was a level of adoration But everything could go wrong and that it did once where there was love and excitement was now pain and fear crimson was the color and loss was it's game There was no stopping it and no sign of warning it came rapidly quick as a thought and more terrifying than a monster with eyes glowing red skin of darkness razors for teeth smiling at it's prey Tears fall with them making a river of suffering so close to death but not dying a tiny soul was taken away from inside to never exist again Now this vessel is barren as a tundra with no warmth no rejoice only agony and longing Memories never to be made emotions never to be felt only the bitter taste of what once was my little angel


Details | Narrative | |

Red Eyes and Sinister Looks

Chains, hay forks, knives, and a hollow whisper,
become more true and sinister.
Halt in the middle of the moon light, 
and a waver image soon is no delight.
Voices run a muck in the head, 
so not calming you wish you were dead.
Gushing blood through the eye
not an image that you would rely.
Nails stuck on your neck with such pain
so your paralyze just little life sustain.
Hoodlums terrorizing people running a muck
did not really know they are in luck.
More dangerous beings are out their
to commit such act and with sinister stare.
Laughing with haunting echo's through
is an aspect of fear can imbue.
The wind changes direction to smother
the echoing sound of laughter.
The panicking state that you are in
soon drives a knife within.
Blood rushing out of your vain
a crucial part of your life dropping like rain.
Running without a destination
you will never reach anyone of your relation.
Sliding your body on a wall
keeping your fall in a stall.
Red eyes you can see it at night
is soon devouring you with little bite.
Changing your belief with tonics of relief
and it is to late to turn a new leaf.
Ears start to deceive the animals sound
eating limbs are chewing around.
Slowly your red eyes steadily getting heavy
is starting to take your life with a levy.
Dropping down with no attitude
and your life force slowly loses altitude.
Breathing comes not so easy
smelling flesh seems so beastly.
The change comes a desire
with frightening red eyes of fire.
Comes more lethal than the hoodlums 
your heart beating like drums.
Your hand becomes all fury
claws come out and your howl with furry.
Trance your in with no one to blame
a rage thats hundreds of centuries of flame.
Rising from a slumber of long lust
a animal instinct that you can trust.
Tearing things apart with no meaning
is a trait that is so deceiving.
Red eyes at night you see in a window
like a poisonous black widow.
Keeps you in attack mode of insanity
that takes all your vanity.
Ferocious emotions eating away
the soul that you had once betray.
The echoing sounds of loud thunder
breaks away the armor with sunder.
You fall once again to torturous agony
the feeling of one self is so lonely.
Shaking in the corner you are found
with blood soaked skin you drowned.
The night becomes day cruel in some way
your memories go in disarray.
The hunters with torches and sinister look
had parted way their hands shook.


Details | Romanticism | |

Breathless Helen

Breathless beauty in the world of ice,
Icicles hanging off the tightly coiled noose,
Blue in the face and the body of ice,
Gently cradled by icy old snooze.
Heart that once beat with melody pure,
Eternally banished into freezing unknown,
Broken in pieces, beauty will lure,
Body of ice appears amongst known.
Melody pure, with dreams which destroy,
Wishful and doubting hearts don't belong,
Helen, the prettiest lady in Troy,
Just give up fighting for it wont be long.


Details | I do not know? | |

Miscarriage

 Sometimes I feel so alone,
In this love yet on my own,
The feeling of a waking dream,
A lonely shadow of what I’ve been.

I see their faces every day,
From when I wake till when I lay,
The fire burning their flesh to dust,
There body’s burning for my lust.

How shamed to be a childless mum,
My only dream has come undone,
What to do but sit and rot,
And pray for a child in my cot.

But it seems this God is cruel,
To let this pain and misery rule,
It shatters my heart to see his face,
So disappointed at my disgrace.


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Disconnection

I'm…
so tired of my heart 
breaking

I'm …
so tired of my hands 
shaking

I'm so tired of my mind
racing

I'm through pacifying 
my disconnection

Do I only love you for who you used to be?
When you said you'd wait for all eternity?
Did you drink away every memory of me?
How am I not everything you’ll ever need?!

I've had to sit down and write this 
to tell you the words i can't speak
When I'm around you now i feel weak
I'm drowning in my disconnection

Where did he go??
You are not the soul I used to know
Where did your memories go?!

Why has the meaning disappeared…
So suddenly
Now I realize I should too

You act like you remember nothing 
I can tell that’s what I mean to you
After all I’ve done for you
All I want is to be emotionless too

In the end I guess it’s what I love the most about you…..
Your disconnection.

[©2012 SLS, this soon to be a new song for It Is Rife With Ambiguity]
www.sorrylittlesharky.com


Details | Monorhyme | |

THE DESTITUTE'S WISH

I had an abundance of all,
shared my immense riches with all;
I felt extreme joy, I walked tall...
doubting my fall, doubting my fall!  


Stripped of pride, wealth and honor
I wear rags remembering glamor;
those dashing images of grandeur...
are now terror, are now terror!


Shivering as a destitute,
smelling hot food and salivate; 
I beg along roads with smoke...
I stay awake, I stay awake! 


I'm the one wailing and dying,
not having anyone caring;
come death, descend on my dwelling...
stop my weeping, stop my weeping!


Details | Free verse | |

Permanent

Today I feel miserable. Not just your run of the mill sorrow, but it's as if my thoughts have morphed into blades
and sliced their way into my heart. My brain has imprinted your memories into my mind, too far deep to ever be retracted.
I've found peace within the pain, accepted it perhaps. Because even though it hurts to think of you, I can't stop.
Your soul will live on for eternity, and permanently in my heart.
Sometimes I pretend that you've never really left this earth. I see you often.
In my dreams, in strangers that roam the street, the ones with the same innocent blue eyes as yours.
I can still hear your laughter. It has been 247 days since I have physically been in your presence. 
247 days without answers, without closure, without...you.
Everything that led up to that day was despicable. You deserved gold, but received gravel.
But hatred is poisonous.
And if I allow anymore poison to slip into my blood, then I may be gone as well. So I will try to forgive, but can never forget.
I love you more than I love myself.


Details | Sonnet | |

Three tragic convoys of unidentified people


leaving at last one by one their final plane
not yet having back their own name
on Netherland's caring and respectful shoulders
brought a bit closer by soul stirring soldiers

forty(*) shiny black hearses crawl at a footpace
lining up on a for the occasion reserved airbase
driving on cleared Dutch  highways and roads
forty unidentified victims their heaviest loads

finally heading home after such  horrible days
nation's crowds gather along endless highways
showing and sharing silent grief and paying respect
after that deadly sky high rocket impact

the Dutch population is applauding with heartwarming faces 
whilst strongest most impressive comforting tranquility embraces

(c) Elly Wouterse 
07/23/2014

(*)This morning (07/24/2014) announced that today's convoy will be twice 
as long - 74 hearses will be on the - for them - cleared highways and roads 
.... and tomorrow... another motorcade of at least 70..............  


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Did You Hide It

So many emotions
locked up inside,
no where to run,
my feelings I hide.

I try to cry,
the tears won't
come.
I sit here still,
my body is numb.

My mind always
wanders
to your hospital
bed,
and the only image I
see,
is you lifeless,
dead.

That image still
haunts me
both day and at
night.
Although you looked
peaceful,
I couldn't bear the
sight. 

For in that moment, 
my world stopped.
My heart was in my
throat,
my stomach dropped.

I grabbed your hand
and held on tight.
I bowed my head,
knowing you lost the
fight.

I never saw it
coming,
no not this quick.
Why didn't you tell
us,
that you were so
sick?

Why did you hide it?
Why didn't you let
us know?
We could have fought
this together,
before we had to let
you go...


Details | Free verse | |

For Chris

As all things pass, you must
   Beyond, no earthly future lies
No limits be secured

Chosen by the hand of God
   You pass before our eyes

With arms outstretched, we reach
   To hold you back

In looking back we see ahead
   An emptiness surrounds

How fragile now we feel
   The clutch of sorrow's bounds

With time strength will return
   And clearly then we'll see

The message of this mournful day

For we, too, shall pass dear Son
   And with you, then, we'll be 


Details | Rhyme | |

Living Without You

You left this life, but forgot to
teach my heart, to live without you.
When I couldn't stand it, for a minute
and now a lifetime, without you in it.

So alone, my heart is shattered
all is gone, that ever mattered.
I hate it here, all on my own
How do I live, life all alone.

Though memories sweet, of past will be
carried always, in my heart with me.
I never thought this day would come
that to death, you would succumb.

To young to die, to sweet to stay
and I don't know why, 'til this day
I never will understand why
How could it be, your time to die.

By Toni Kane - http://www.all-greatquotes.com/all-greatquotes/in-loving-memory-poems-you-left-this-life-but-forgot-to/


Details | Rhyme | |

GONE, SO GOODBYE

                           GONE, SO GOODBYE

I miss your soft lips, gentle touch and the Brown of your eyes.
Can't seem to find myself, pretending, just keep living the lies.
It was your time, I have to let you go.
Painful to admit, the tears start to flow.
But my darling it's been a long four years.
Now I must move forward. I've overcome my fears.
As one last tear falls to the page,
I am no longer full of sadness and rage
You will be in my heart even after I die
I now accept you are
                           GONE, SO GOODBYE


Details | Sonnet | |

Rest gently now my love

Rest gently now my love and do not fear,
The harsh cold winds of winter or the snow.
That falls about these parts this time of year,
But think now of the spring and what will grow.
Remember too the gentle summer rains,
That cools the earth and makes the heathers bloom.
Or autumn hues that blaze across the plains,
To raise our hearts and wash away the gloom.
And do not think that you will be alone,
To face the bleakest days and endless nights.
For you and I will face them on our own,
To hold on fast and set all things to rights.
For though the tide of life holds us apart,
My love will keep you safe within my heart.









Details | Free verse | |

Call of an End

sitting at a traffic light 
a phone begins to sound
picked up at the second ring
(oblivious to the impact)


happiness is expected
even just a hello
(instead demolition)


the world shatters
phone falling from a hand
a heart left torn 
(each beat a struggle)


how is it so
one second life feels whole
between one blink and another
there stands a gaping hole 
(hollow in pain)


life is so fragile
taken for granted
never knowing for a second
when it will come
(The call of an end)


Details | Free verse | |

Fear

Darkness growing over the horizon 
 i looked over to the other side
 to find my way as i embrace dark fogs 

The cold damp leaves soiling my feet
 Twigs cracking as i walk pass
 owls singing their horrifying melody
 Sending chill through my spins
Wolves howling across the mountains 
Looking for preys to devour

 The tidal wave clapping on the ocean walls 
 Inhaling the freshness of the ocean
 Filling my lungs with it
The ocean calling onto me 

Sinking gradually into the depth of the ocean 
 Feeling my belly with ocean water 
waiting for my end to come.


Details | Free verse | |

My Little Boy Lost

My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as I looked for my boy, 
Even passed our play spot, but in my sight, not even a toy.
After everywhere I thought that I could go, 
There was one place, but it can't be right, this is all I know.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, can't find you,
Why can't I feel you near?

This evening begins as I lay to rest my head, 
There are some things I'm unsure of, 
Like making your tiny bed.
Oh God, whats happening, haven't I counted your toes?
What about cradling your head or kissing your little nose?
What are these things I am unsure of, have I even done? 
Where are you, where are you my precious son?

Mommy lays here, in tears, her face on something cold.
Where are you my son, it's you I need to hold.
I've searched all day, it's turning into night,
I'm tired, I'm lost, but I still won't give up this fight.
My eyes start to close, slumber is far too near 
If I fall asleep, I may miss seeing you my dear.

Next thing I know, as I wake to the sun.
Wondering what it is, what has been done?
As I sit, my eyes focus, I start to look around.
Then, for some reason, they are drawn to the ground.
As I look, I see what has become,
This can't be, what's happening, where am I my son?

That cold my face last night laid upon, 
Was a marker, with your name, 
Of your body my little one.
Those things I wasn't sure if I'd ever done, 
Were but the memories, I'd hoped to make with you my son.

You were here, I know you were here 
My beautiful, precious son.
You were in mommies arms, such a little one.
As though it were as simple as reading a book,
I start to realize
These tangled webs have become unhooked.

That tug, that pull that led your mommy here, 
It was your spirit, it was your soul, 
It was your heart my little dear.

Here you were, here you were, 
Right with me, so very near.
My little boy, my son, 
Mommies little one was here.
You see? You led me where I needed to go.
For it was well past the time,
To accept this I know.

I feel a tug, I feel a pull.
I feel like I need to hurry, 
Like I have to go.
There is someone I remember,
I need to get to I know.
He's a small one, a little boy. 
He's your brother, my son, 
He's pulling, he's tugging, 
Needing mommy my little one.
I have to leave, I have to go, 
To find my baby, my son.

Oh Thank You my boy,
For bringing me here.
For letting my mind begin to see clear.
You showed me the way, 
I now see the light.
I am so close, so near in this dark night.

So here you are, here you are, 
With mommy, my baby is so very near.
You are in my heart, my mind, 
And this little brother of yours, my dear.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost, 
it's you I have found.
You were there with me,
as I slept on that ground.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can see you, mommy found you, 
In my arms I hold you so near.
I've bathed you, I've clothed you, 
And cradled your head.
I counted your toes,
I bent in and kissed that little nose.
As you fell asleep in your bed.

Without him, 
Would these be memories
we are making my dear?
Without him would mommy, 
Be able to hold you so near?

We have a little angel to watch over us for all nights.
In spirit, with us, his soul,
Our endless guiding light.
He's your big brother, my son, my precious little one. 
He's right here, a part of you, 
Never again to be gone.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
It's you, I can see.
I have to Thank You 
For guiding me!


Details | Sonnet | |

In Memoriam

In Memoriam

Black tulips adorn her favourite vase
At this dinner table set up for one.
Her face distorted as if hit by mace
As she displays the medals he had won.

A clowder of black cats wail on the wall,
Emulating Chopin’s funeral march.
His parents just lie there and their eyes bawl
At the cenotaphs under the tall larch.

The thunderclaps join in the gun salute
For treasured sons returned in body sacks.
These are cold facts that one cannot refute 
Unless on haunting stats we turn our backs.

With their memories embossed on a plaque
Those stars and stripes are all now painted black.


Contest: I love rock and roll
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
19.11.2014

Upon hearing of Peter Kassig’s beheading
Paint it Black
The Rolling Stones are touring Sydney


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Grieving

a thousand times I call your name
throughout the day
like I always would

you'd come frolicking around the corner
always making your way
to me

a thousand times I swear I feel you
brush up against my legs
like you always would

a thousand times more
I forget your gone
because you should be here
not there

but I know it's an oasis
one where your lungs are restored,
your breaths aren't shallow
and you're eating all of the tuna in the world

a thousand times I swear I wake up
you next to me
on the other pillow

I can't help but sleep against the wall
afraid I'll roll over on you

and then I wake up,
pillow bare
no indent
and the reality takes toll
a thousand times I've prayed for your soul

but in the end,
I'm alone


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bloody red roses part 1

        A shot rang out,

it became quiet,

         she tried to scream 

but out came nothing

         she tried to move

But she soon realized she was paralyzed with fear

         All of a sudden 

she saw herself 

        Looking down upon herself

She tried yelling for help

       But then she saw it

It was in her hand

       Then she realized she did something

something she promised herself she would never do

       Noone knows why she's gone 

Nor what happened

       All they know is that she pulled the trigger

on herself while layin in a bed of

Bloody Red Roses


Details | I do not know? | |

Without You

Standing near my window pane,
I hear you say again and again..
"I Love You".
I smile staring at the streets covered in snow,
Saying "I love you more than you will ever know..
..Oh I do".
Turning desperately to get one last glare,
But the vision of you disappeared into thin air..
"Come back to me".
Deeply depressed,feeling so down,
I wish my life would just turn around..
"I wish".
I lay in my bed dreaming you were still here,
But the thoughts in my head of you aren't as clear as before..
"Why did you have to die?"
You left me so suddenly without any warning,
It hurts me to wake up without you each morning..
"I'm so Alone".
God I need you with me here,
The future is all I fear..
Being without you.


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Oh the Irony

The boy lays on the ground while the second stands over him
The first boy cries while the second laughs
The second boy is hurt
But is not crying
For his tears have dried up
The second boy is on the ground
The man standing over him
Belt in hand
Oh the irony

The first boy sits down
His friends crowd around
Concussion is found
Hit by a locker
And now is at the doctor

The first boy goes home
To a poor family
To a small house
To an unhappy life
To depression
To anger
To suicide

The first boy screams
But no one deems
It important
No matter how absorbent
The physical bandage
Can be banded

The second boy stays still
Clothes off
Bloody and beaten
Assessing his wounds
Just to go back
And beat the first boy some more
Oh the irony

The anger the first boy feels
All of those deals
Only to be let down
And told he was a clown

The first boy is sad
The crying never stops
While the second boy laughs
But hides the scars
Under his hoodie
While the first boy doesn’t
Oh the irony

The second boy runs
From what feels like a thousand guns
But in reality
In actuality
There is only one
And it isn’t a gun

The first boy’s life is over
He gave up
But his story will never be forgotten
Because in the sea of many
He wasn’t the only one

Bullying is wrong
But you must be strong
For behind every bully
There is trully
A troubled past


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Gone Forever

Gone Forever
I think about you every day and hope that you’ll return
You left us way too soon, and for you I always yearn
I can’t believe you’re gone forever, I am still in disbelief
Not a day goes by that my heart is not filled with grief
Never did I think that you would get sick and pass away
It feels like we were playing basketball just yesterday
Everything I do reminds me of you, dad
The thought that I can’t call you anymore makes me really sad
I know you’re in a better place, no longer in pain or discomfort
But when I realize that you’re gone forever, my heart begins to hurt
I love you so much and I miss all the times we shared
Knowing that you’re gone forever makes me really scared 
Who am I gonna call when I need help with my car?
And who’s gonna make fun of me for all my careless scars?
You were so laid back and easygoing, you never complained about much
I miss your calm demeanor and your soft, gentle touch
I tell you how much I love you each and every day
I wish I could hear you talk to me and tell me that you’re okay
A lot has changed since you got sick, and life will never be the same
All I want is one more kiss and to hear you call my name



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Secret shame

I have this secret
left untold
and to tell or leak it,
I'm not bold.
It's about me
and I carry its shame,
I'm too afraid to
give this thing name.
When I was young,
a little lad small still
I had a taste of poisins
sweetest kill.
I thought it pleasure
such sin to fullfill.
I'm now penitent,
but given to its will.
It shaped my nature
and held captive my thoughts,
creating imaginings that never
should have ought.
It grew worse
as I gave in to curse
that sickens me
in ways I cannot verse,
I wish to ask your help
but than I'd have to tell . . .
and that I cannot do
secret silenced my yell.
I cry alone and noone
could ever concieve the death
that empties me,
until im left with breath
and heartbeat,
but no will to live,
because my secret
killed what I had to give . . .


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Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia was a 27 year old Mozambican man, working in Daveyton near Johannesburg as a taxi-driver, who was found dead in a police cell, after police savagely dragged Mr. Macia whom they had tied to their police van.

The brutal incident of Mr. Macia being dragged was caught on camera and has shocked South Africa.

The 8 police officers involved are facing charges of murder, and have been suspended from the South African Police Service (SAPS).

This poem is an angry poem that I felt had to be written, because as a society, we need to ask ourselves and each other the hardest questions about xenophobia and intolerance and violence.





Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Death came to Mido Macia,
a savage, brutal, hellish death came to Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
death dressed-up in the colours of authority,
as callous, vile, sadistic policemen murdered Mido Macia.


The video-footage is blood-curdling,
Mido Macia being dragged,
his hands tied behind him,
to a police van.


But death came later to Mido Macia,
death cheered, clapped, and tore into Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
in the cells where they murdered Mido Macia.



Death came to Mido Macia,
a fuelled, cheered-on, instigated death came to Mido Macia.


We are all culpable,
every one of us is culpable,


from racist 'jokes' emailed and texted,
to self-righteous comments about the 'foreigners',


from casual dinner-table conversations,

'they take our jobs',
'they are crooks' 
the 'they marry our women' kind of lunch-time chats,


racist, xenophobic, hate-filled talk,


to beating a human-being to death in a police cell,


or on the streets of Cape Town, Johannesburg ,

and in Daveyton,

where death came to Mido Macia.



Mido Macia 1986 - 2013




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Quiet Waters

Streams of blue fluid 
Flows downward 
As fragile carcasses decay 
Without a peep of a sound

We’re in the brink of disaster… 

Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?

We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us… 
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…

Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…

The eeriness breaks 
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly… 
Into the chambers of death 

Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops… 
Rising rapidly –  
It never stops

Dreams of misfortune still 
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness… 
Consuming the darkness…

We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…

Who will set our souls free 
From suppression?  

Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our 
Guiltless lives… 
We’re in complete agony… 
Does He consider 
Our prayers  
Of support and nourishment? 

We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…

Encourage us to keep on 
Trekking toward Your light

Where’s Your path?

You rinse off all of the sorrow 
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow 

The weeping ceases…
While the corpses 
Tear into 
Blood-spattered 
Pieces…  

The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our 
Ecstasy…   
Leading us to peace and fortune 
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from 
Calamity… 

We’re hungry… 
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly 
Like an obscure cave…

Rescue us from affliction –  
Embracing downhearted clouds…

Those wretched clouds…

Brought us rain when we asked for bread…

Those merciless clouds…

Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…

Remember our supplications… 
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us  
Out of cruel vengeance 
Out of sheer amusement 

Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover… 
You can’t manipulate us 
Like a subtle toy 

We’re praying for
Quiet waters

Offer the deceased 
A second chance

Don’t disown 
Our broken lives

We’re not alone…

We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…


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The Great Havoc: MAHASEN

The moment of my start , 
the destruction of thy art,
hearing the songs of theocracy ,
the songs for saving thee .

The intonation of deadly scream ,
heard across the vast stream ,
lest none had to stop me , 
for me to stop to see thy majestic beauty.

I heard the words of my master ,
who plans well for thy disaster ,
who creates the scenery well as common , 
serving a wide from the times of Romans .

He sends me often here ,
for punishing the big malevolence , 
but I never saw the wonders - for thy fear ,
for thy deep oceans help my tolerance .


I wish could I give thee a chance , 
to see the world with a second glance ,
nevertheless the order remains order after all ,
keep waiting for me to hear the next call .


   


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Duster

Eyes are the very centre of being: within their deepest gaze, love
Can be reflected and above all: the most vibrant spark of life.
Eyes can give a look of scorn, or frustration, resent or desperation, simple and innocent joy or contentment.

We can look into eyes, and see all life has to offer;
I do not think another look shall be seen…

I promised you would feel no pain in your dreamy rest.
I promised all the heavy breathing that burdened your flame and
Pure energy; I promised you would breath again.

And so you do, breathe forever as the wind.
You form the wisp of air that passes my face
And the gust of rain that patterns the night,
The breeze of summer that will ease my grief
And the movement of clouds and the skies.
But never will I forget, those cries of fear
As I, oblivious, took you outside in the cold.

There’s no pain as great as a memory
But I will cling to these memories
Till I too, am a breath in the wind.

11/11/2013


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How Do I Let You Go

What will be
Will be!
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
So abruptly!
I will 
Never forget
That day!
Till the day 
My body dies
And
I am with you, again!

“How was I to prepare myself?”
With 
That kind of 
Life changing, event!
You 
Didn't warn me 
You
Were permanently leaving!
I hope 
You know 
How much “I love you”
Know
You will never be forgotten!

I don’t know 
What 
Has got into me!
Consciously
I feel you
Inside me
I see images
Of your face 
So clearly!
Am I crazy 
To believe in this, my love?

“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination 
Playing cruel tricks
Running rampant
As
I talk with you
As if 
You were by my side, right now

In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Imprinted
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints 
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Eternally
Trying to make sense of everything!

Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
Something 
I haven’t
Quite
Got over!

My heart 
Having 
A mind of its own
Aching 
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
One
Last time!

I want to say “Goodbye” 
Once and for all!
As 
We have
Brought out
The best and worst 
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!

We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
Stubborn disagreements
All of them
Meaningless
Now
You cease to exist!

I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face 
The way you
Passionately
Kiss me
While
We make love, till dawn

I miss
All those nights
You kept me 
Safe and warm!
I miss
Your
Loving embrace
I miss
Your
Reassurance!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
Just
As 
I felt
In your arms, my love?

How
Do I let you go?
How
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
With 
‘Our eternal love’
Supporting
And 
Guiding me
Especially
In times, like these!


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A DANCE UNTO DEATH

When the deafening dead drum beats pierce the air
Strong echoes reverberating through the mind
With its soul-shaking sensations
And mind-maddening melodies
Halting the hisses of hateful hearts
Even as it was, is the noblest act
Flowing freely from a free fair spirit.

...The sweetest poison is brewed
The most attractive trap is laid
A death so dearest is designed...

Smothered is the mind's sane judgement
Compromising the heart
Standing the soul for a dance
A dance so macabre yet thrilling
A dance so grave yet exciting
A dance performed less conscience and reasoning
A dance unto death.


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Find Me

We are all made from dust
One day when I die
And my body is burnt to ash,
How will you find me, when my body is no longer there?

How will you know it's me,
If my body is buried deep beneath the ground?
How will you be able to reach me,
To hold me in your arms? 

My biggest fear isn't dying,
It's being apart from you. 


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One More Day With You

All I want is one more day
Just one more day with you
To tell you just how much I care
And that I love you true

I want you near to hear you laugh
And to make me oh, so mad
To have you ask a million questions
Would make me very glad

If I could hear a slamming door
Or a yell that life ain't fair
My heart would be so happy 
Just to know that you are near

I'd kiss you every morning
And hug you tight each night
And tell you when the times get tough
That it will be alright

I can't believe you're really gone
It's hard to face each day
Knowing you won't be here with me
There's so much I wanna say

All I want is one more day
Just one more day with you
To tell you just how much I care
And that I love you true


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WW1

I am alive,
I wonder what is next,
I hear the fire,
I see the enemy,
I want to live,
I am afraid,
I pretend I'm not here,
I feel the shaking of the ground,
I touch the my muddy trench,
I worry for the next attack,
I cry in my sleep,
I am done killing,
I understand I must fight to the bitter end,
I say the war should be over,
I dream of a better place,
I try to cope with the dead beside me,
I hope my fellow soldiers fight beside me,
I am the front line.



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SUCH IS DEATH

SUCH IS DEATH

Hungry as death.
Impartial as death.
Absolute as Death.
Such is Death!

Grazing on souls.
Barely with no notice.
Might take me for a fool.
If I had no form of memory

Rancid as Death.
Uninvited as Death.
Insecure as Death.
Such is Death!

Sets anguish upon the family.
Ends a legacy of reputation.
Rules in all sorts of anarchy.
A check and balance of confrontation.

Clean as Death.
Maiden as Death.
Beautiful as Death.
Such is Death!

Never misses her target.
A bet with a perfect wager.
A dice with the same sides.
A sad tale but such is life.

Great as Death.
Cruel as Death.
Final as Death.
Such is Death!


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My saviour

I want nothing more than
my knight in shining armour
to come and rescue me.
 
To cut my skin that’s
as white as snow
with its sharp blade.
 
To turn my skin red.
For the pain and anger
to scar once more.
 
I want the anger to
trickle down my arm.
Turning it as red as roses.

I want nothing more than
to sleep for eternity
and to never wake again.


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Your Soul is Alive

Mom
Your body left us here 
On earth,
Finally able to break that 
Evil curse
Now, your soul is more alive 
Than ever
Reminding me daily I’m just like you
Mother
Hidden behind that disease 
Was the woman
 I desire to be
The women deserved to have
 Been seen
I’m proud to have you as 
My guide
From this point on
 I shall only rise
You gave me a life time prize.
 Thank you mom
 
Rest in peace
9/1962-2/2012


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Goodbye Robin Williams - Part II

People are still hurting because of the blow they've been dealt.
Sadly, you decided to end it all by hanging yourself with your belt.
You suffered from Bipolar Disorder and Depression, that wasn't a good combination.
People are very sorry that you died, your death has brought about devastation.
You starred in many movies, Popeye was your very first.
Your death was so horrible, to me it feels like a curse.
In 1991 when you starred in Hook, you portrayed Peter Pan.
Eight years later you starred as a robot in Bicentennial Man.
You entertained us when you portrayed Patch Adams and when you starred in House Of D.
You also astounded us with your performances in MRS. Doubtfire and RV.
Your performances were unique and extraordinary.
They were outstanding, they sure weren't ordinary.
Everybody knows that your acting was a wonderful contribution to mankind.
It will be a long time before your wife, kids and fans can find peace of mind.

[Dedicated to Robin Williams (1951-2014) who died on August 11, 2014.]


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Tears Of Blood

In my dreams her voice is cold,
Her haunting eyes so bright and bold,
She tells me she will take my life,
For all I caused that fateful night.

I beg and plead for her to go,
Her vile sole belongs below,
But she insists that she will stay,
And all her games I have to play.

Her wicked hands curled round my thought,
They make me gag and make me choke,
I wish I could escape this dream,
But her eyes so hard they gleam.

As I wake I find I cry,
To see that I have told these lies,
There streaming from me like hot mud,
As I see I have tears of blood.


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Needless

It's easier to break yourself
In tiny pieces
To show them how you suffer.
It's easier to cut your hands and
See your blood flowing out of
Your body filling the silence which is
Killing you.
It's easier to say goodbye,
Pretend like you don't care and
Always smile, and smile all over again
Because it is nothing that
They want to know.

It's easier to walk out the door,
Easier to disappear when
You feel nothing holding you
To anything that in the end is
Nothing at all,
Especially all of them who were
Trying to be a part of your life
Occupying your mind and heart,
Steeling what was real once inside of you
But then they were all gone.

It's easier you think but
You don't know a thing.
Nobody is going to show you the real
That you pretend.
It's easier to say but
There is the hardest out there.
To prove you wrong
When it is needless
I'm not going to.

Because there is no sense
To teach the dead to feel the life.


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At A New Start

I know I may have never met some of you,
Because you already went on through
To the other side, where there is a new life.
I may have never understood the importance of that day
Where everyone goes into a moment of silence...
I did not understand what death was and I am somewhat ashamed
Of not even being able to know all your names.
I was so young when most of you passed away...
So young, I didn't understand what it means to love or 
Be close to someone I never really knew...
I watched many people stand around what they call a grave.
Couldn't see through the crowd when I was so little.
Yet I experienced such sorrow as I got older,
Finally being able to see much closer,
Watching your box called a coffin,
Going down into the ground.
The thought of everyone I love the most will eventually die
Makes me frown and want to cry.
But I've only experienced such grief twice or more,
The rest of you...
That I never ever knew,
Were gone before I was born...
I suppose the ones before me
Had felt the same way: torn and full of tears.
One of you, have served in a great war,
And had came back home alive.
Years later
You probably saw me for the first time,? as a little baby, before the day you died.
I bet everyone had cried,
And when I read my birthday cards,
From the ones who were alive as I grew up,
I became so emotional and let out tears
Thinking "Why didn't I spend time with them...?"
All you great-grandparents of mine, only one left alive,
Are probably all in Heaven,
Because it's terrible to think that there's only the body? and nothing more...
All of you haven't gotten to the core
Of my heart, but my grief and sadness
Of a person dying will never part.
I'm sure though, that I will see all of you again, 
At a new start...


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9:11 PM on 9-11

9:11 PM on 9/11

(1st line: 9 syllables
2nd line: 11 syll.'s

1st line: 9 syllables
2nd line: 11 syll.'s
etc.)

I give honor to those heroic 
Individuals who have sacrificed their lives 

Thanks, everyone, who viewed this day with
Reverence, consideration and meekness 

For all who passed away on this day – 
I’m sorry to hear of the destruction you

Saw with terror and grief…soon, there will 
Be peace on Earth…Rest in Peace and rise in Mirth 

Ev’ry year, when this day comes, sorrow
Sweeps over me…at nine eleven PM

Chaos will keep on brewing…grab the
Rope of hope…We need the Divine Savior soon…

For all who are grieving on this day,
I’d like to hand you a handkerchief…don’t weep!

Take heart, you cold-blooded Terrorists
Who p-planned on taking down the Twin Towers

Rest in peace…when you all awaken, 
Be in High Spirits, you splendid sunrises

Written by me ~  
This poem is dedicated wholeheartedly to the 9/11 event ~


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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grief

all those tears
all the fears
you don’t know which path too choose
because you don’t wanna loose
this fight your fighting
with my every sighting
I see your strength
You go too extreme lengths
For what you believe
But now its time you need to grieve
Stop the pretending
Start the process of mending
You will be fine
It’s a thin line
Between happy and sad
Everyone will be glad
To see you laugh 
If you hide the pain 
Nothing you will gain
You need to mourn 
I had to warn 
It will bring you down
Get rid of the frown
I know its hard
Go the long yard
And you will be ok 
Remember the good times
Bust a few rhymes
Forget the bad 
Its not your fault 
Put your sadness to a halt
For good


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Its All Too Much

I’m so clouded in my mind,
I don’t know what I’m meant to find,
I feel so lost and so confused,
I don’t know what I need to lose.

My heart feels sick and my soul is black,
This heavy world is upon my back,
I don’t know how to bare this weight,
Or how to end my sordid fate.

Death seems to linger at my side,
His sent and touch I can’t abide,
And yet he wants to take my life,
But I won’t give up without a fight.

I try to think of blissful dreams,
Of happy thoughts and pretty things,
But darkness only sits and waits,
To take me to my morbid fate. 


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INDIAH

Indiah...

Your smile is like a thousand rainbows,
Your little face so soft and pure.

Your hand so small when you held mine,
Your beautiful spirit so divine.

Your gift of love and joy began,
The day you came to us with your master plan.

You sparkled like the stars in the sky at night,
Your eyes were the window that held the moon so bright.

I wish you could have stayed so that I could have seen how you had grown,
I had so many plans for you but you had plans of your own.

Only a beautiful sunset could describe how you left,
Disappearing behind the earth to a place for you to rest.

We all will be with you one day in that land,
Where the space in our hearts will be filled up again.

So I'll wait on this earth and live and learn all that I can,
Because resting together is my only plan.


By Vicki Darcy  
Sweetest Touches of Verse Contest
Sponsored by - gautami phookan


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When Death Is Imminent

If I were to die tomorrow, Would you be filled with sorrow? If you were told I will soon die, Will you, for me especially, cry? If I were found dead, Would you be filled with dread? If you were to witness me dying, Will you realize, all this time, I've been lying? If I were to find relief upon death, Would you feel grief as I breathed my last breath?


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Lament

Sadness surrounds me
Like falling snow
Piling up all around
Deadening the sounds
That come with our world
Floating through the air
Out of control
Falling
Falling
An open field where
Snow erases individualism
Hiding the beauty 
Nothing stands out
Blank


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Untreatable And Fatal Illness

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Time to become all that one can be
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease

At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
The look of grief on your face and the weeping

Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
The look of grief on your face and weeping;
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree


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Fantasy

I want the world to burn,
I want to disappear.
I want to stop the pain I feel, 
I don’t want to be here.
I feel overwhelmed,
And wish to die.
Just to feel a simple emotion,
When I cannot cry.
I dream of ending my suffering,
Of slicing through every vein.
But each time I try to escape,
My efforts are in vain.
I dream of emptiness,
Because I cannot feel the joy.
I dream,
But feel no release.
I live a life I destroy.
And each time I cut,
I come closer to what I fear.
I wonder what would happen,
If I let go and lie here.
I’ve often thought of dying,
So much better than crying.
I dream of it,
Like a fantasy.
A dream I want,
But cannot see.
There are so many times I’ve had the chance,
The chance to end it all.
Yet I keep falling,
Falling and failing just to stall.
Maybe I’ll finally make it,
Kill myself and end the call.
Then I’ll find peace and end my endless fall.
But don’t cry for me,
I feel nothing at all.
I’m better off dead,
Than enduring the pain of my brawl.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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LEFTovers

Left in my own thoughts Tarnished forever through nightmares Pierce me with your passions…tangle me in your knots You left me…I have no choice, but to cry… I’m breaking by the seams I drink in the sorrow… I spew up regret… I cannot drink any further I drink and drown myself – unable to hope for tomorrow I’m left in my own thoughts…I cannot walk any longer I recall my past decisions…I’m swallowed up by the echoes of fear I’m not your valuable merchandise! Don’t seek me – you wanted your dreams to come true and peace to draw near Don’t count on me – I’m not wise! I’m swallowed up by the churning sea… Leading me to my own demise I drink in the sorrow… I puke up resentment…I’m upset and cannot go on with life I douse myself in my misfortune – no one listens to me… No one catches me before I wallow… Pick me up from the murky waters Lift me up from the gutters Make me spotless and leave me the leftovers Dress me up and hand me some covers I’m trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts I can’t see a happy ending in this scene – Preserve my notions in Your thoughts and save them like leftovers… Oh, but my thoughts are thrown in the trash like rotten leftovers – left unseen Tarnished forever through nightmares My foul ideas don’t have a structure – they’re just… Tangled up knots


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Butterfly Girl

I was a witness to hopes decay,
I was a light on your darkest day.

You were a secret I couldn’t tell;
You were a dream sent from hell.

I know you’ll haunt my every dream, 
You will be heard in every scream. 

My freedom is something I can never earn,
Even in death I know you’ll return. 

As I watch the blood flee from your skin,
I lie waiting for the nightmare to begin. 


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There lives a man

Thoughts echo, mental void,
Deep, dark, empty void,
****ed it here, ****ed it there,
****ed it up, ****ed it up.
Demons come and demons go, 
Demons live and demons sow,
Demons die , demons lie, 
Demons cloud demons pry.
Sober thoughts, drunken words, 
Red skys , infernal birds.
In the dark , there lives a man,
Alone and cold, there lives a man, 
There he sits a simple man, 
Soul abandoned , a lonesome man,
He wants to die, deaths a thought, 
Whats the point , just a thought,
Angels cry, and demons hiss,
Living life, voided bliss,
Life will come and life will go, 
A dark man comes here, to and fro, 
Prys his eyes and pricks his brain, 
Slowly still he goes insane, 
In the dark there lives a man,
Trying to do the best he can, 
Dieing is just a simple plan, 
Will he try? he can he can, 
At what cost, does life come too, 
Red white black and blue, 
No one but himself to blame, 
No one but himself to shame.
There a man, still a boy, 
Yearning for his ode to joy.


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Manic

Breath stolen breeds sharpness
Borne backward into infantile shrieks
The spinstress of sinew waits bated
For abhorrent heat
Of combustive, collapsive
Crossfire from echoing throat
Or burnt-bridge lungs
A visceral nymph thoughtlessly thieves
On Benedict tongue
Thrashing in maddened pace
Too shrill a manifesto
Skeletal soldiers charge
A red hill
Unsteady, uneven, not ready
Frenzy, not frolic
I am not a goddess
There is something to fear
I am something, I fear


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I dream that Mom is still alive

Sometimes I dream that Mom is still alive.
I wanted her to get better but she didn't survive.
When I learned that she was going to die, it made me mad.
Some of my dreams about Mom are good but some are bad.
In some of my dreams, Mom and I have verbal fights.
When she was alive, we were very close, we were tight.
When she died, the world ended or at least that was how it seemed.
I no longer have Mom in real life but I still have her in my dreams.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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Time

Time keeps going, the world turns too,
With life, death, choices we make or even what we do.
What's the point of  life and death?
When all we feel is regret.
Repopulate the world with idiots,
make dumb choices and fill life with IGNORANCE.
It matters not what we do or say,
only to the very flawed humans, that bring us up and teach us this "way."
Life has it's occasional joyous moments,
but all that matters, I guess, is dumbass comments.
We live, we breathe, we die,
in the end it's apart of life.
Whether or not we live or die young,
why must we try to end it before our time is up?
What's the point of  life and death?
When all we feel is regret.
Repopulate the world with idiots,
make dumb choices and fill life with IGNORANCE.
Time keeps going, the world turns too,
With life, death, choices we make or even what we do.


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Lamentations

My Sunday School teacher asked me to define/describe lamentations for the beginning of our study in that Book of Scripture.  I can best express myself in rhyme.  While this may sound morbid, it is my definition of the word in a way that it hopefully will be understood and add credence to the study.


LAMENTATIONS

In a little country church
On the south side of town
A funeral was in progress 
There was grief all around

At the front, by the altar
Stood the coffin of a child
A mother wailed with sorrow
To the point of sounding wild

Her moans and sobs, her mournful wails
Touched the hearts of everyone
This mother was lamenting
The passing of her son

Nothing seemed to comfort her
In her state of grief and sorrow
She cried and sobbed and wondered
How she could face tomorrow

Then the pastor, in his gentleness
Eulogized her child
Trying to console her
Yet knowing all the while

That all the words he uttered
Couldn't end her great frustration
There was nothing he could do
To stop her lamentation


	Curtis Moorman
	25 August 2011


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The King Of Pain

He only thinks that I am fake,
Even when I sit and shake,
Although I’ve done things in the past,
I left it all so we would last.

I don’t know what I am meant to do,
To prove to him I can be true,
He only sees the wrong and hate,
He never sees his one true mate.

All I am I’ll give for him,
I’ll kill myself for both our sins,
Yet he thinks it’s just a ploy,
And in this game he is just a toy.

I could write our names in blood,
Yet he’d only stand and shrug,
Cut out my heart for him alone,
He would not notice till I moan.

I know he loves me deep inside,
And still he thinks he has to hide,
I know when nothings left,
He is only happy when he’s in death.


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The Temperate Valley

 Lie on rock
Think of feathers
While this cave keeps me sheltered 

I’ve slept like any man
Crawling through dreams
As bones curl
Round, like limp branches
On an empty willow.
And hair dampens in our quiet cellar
Or like an old rope, lost in trampled mud.
Pale skin, creased and folded,
Folding over.
Murmured withdrawals
As the face drips down,
Down, to where the fleas feed on inviting fingers.

But I’ve tossed and turned
And tussled with my thoughts
To wake screaming in unfamiliar rooms.
Dusk to dawn,
The smell of a burning nest,
Yet I lay still on a crushed pillow
Waiting for something and nothing
As the outside claws at the half open windows.
And the birds seem to sound like sirens.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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For Max

I cried all night when I 

heard you were gone
 
my tears fell 

for you
 
for me 

and for all those
 
touched and taken by 

this terrible disease that
 
you and I had in common
 
Why it takes some of us 

and leaves others
 
God only knows
 
But what I do know is
 
You fought hard
 
And you always had a wave,
 
a smile, and a bit of 

conversation for me
 
Even when you were feeling tired
 
And probably scared
 
Although you never showed it
 
And I will always glance your way
 
And expect to see you sitting on
 
Your back porch 

like you always did
 
And my heart will break a little bit
 
When I realize I won’t see you 

waving and smiling back at me 

Ever again
 
I wish you peace
 
I wish you freedom from your struggles
 
But most of all 

I thank you 

For your kindness and your
 
Inspiration
 
May God bless you and keep you, Mr. Max
 
I miss you already


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September 11th 2001

It still seems like a dream,
Or a scene from a bad movie.
It was hard to take in then
And it hurts to see it now.

I see reminders everyday in papers, films and on TV,
There they are standing tall.
But New York has a big heart,
You can hurt it but you’ll never break the core.

When the first plane crashed and we heard the news,
We were filled with grief and sorrow.
But then later on when the second plane crashed,
Our grief was mixed with fear of our tomorrow.

All around the world the news broke and everyone stopped,
Then the third plane hit the Pentagon.
What in the world was happening here?
On September the eleventh, 2001.

When the Twin Towers collapsed one at a time,
We still couldn’t believe the news we were hearing or seeing.
The devastation, the tragedy, the loss of lives,
Now three quarters of the world were grieving.

Pictures we were seeing, voices we were hearing,
Sadness and tears in all our hearts and eyes.
We reached out to touch, but they had gone,
The worst part of all was not saying goodbye.

Out of all this tragedy and despair,
There are so many people that shine through.
Most of the world extending their hands and hearts,
But all of the ‘Heroes’ of this are all of you.

We’ll grieve everyday and pray for those,
Who lost someone and never let us forget.
That we stood tall and side-by-side,
On September the eleventh, 2001.


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Last Prayer

Last Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep
Medication Russian Roulette
Praying to the lord my soul he shall keep
Please God don’t let me awake
I yearn to embark on this slumber
A slumber which knows no end
Closing my eyes; never to open again
The one thing I ask dear Lord
May my loved ones never weep
For embarking on my eternal sleep

By: Tim Lundmark


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Suicide Is Not the Answer


Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend.
Many people wish for their life to end!

There are many circumstances
that bring this about.
Many feel "trapped in," and think
"there's no way out!"

I admit,...  I have been very
discouraging thoughts.
Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt
"the wrong lot."

But just when I feel alone
and trapped within.
I think about Jesus! He's always
been my friend!

I've called to him more than a time or two...
When I didn't know
"what I was going to d."

When, to him, I cried out and pleaded...
He's given to me the hope
and direction I needed!

I recommend this same Jesus
to your life today!
Whatever your problem...
He has made a way!

An abundant assurance
Is what Jesusbrings!
He is an awesome God!
And can take care of everything!

Your problems are never too big
or small for him to take control.
He can bring healing to you!
And make your body whole!

He is what's needed! In this lost
and dying generation!
Won't you accept his mercy
and salvation???

By Jim Pemberton   2012





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Solve It

Its a problem.
Solve it!
Your mother, My father
Your sister, My brother
How can I explain?
Came from the same
Old bondage, new blood
Many religions, one god
IT took us oh so long
Let it be understood

Elusions, delusions, despair
Caught up, thrust up
The fear
Upward mobility
And the downward spiral
Of the electric chair
Stretchered in a hearse
Legless, lifeless, listless
Waste
           No pretences
                                 lifes pace.





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Morbid Luck

Bad luck could hit hard…
It’s difficult to catch a flash of glory… 
Unfortunately, we end up with the wrong side of the coin 
It’s tricky to snatch eternal glee…

I wish I could increase your motivation and prove your significance 
But I have none that I own – you made a big impact on me believe it or not
I want to grant you success…or I’ll let God work His magic
I have the passion to accomplish my jubilant goals – I just got to be energized…
Be strengthened and have self-reliance  
I prey upon confidence… 
I pray for your dreams to fall into place… 
I have no choice, but to find my way out of this labyrinth… 
OUT OF THIS MESS…
Suffocating me in harsh distress…
Dissatisfaction could shatter your hope

We are fading… we’re fragments
Escalating ferociously…  

It’s almost impossible to remain at ease during these hard times…
Fortunately, we have a chance to be on the right side of the coin

The most difficult part of living is… 
Dealing with the outrageous crimes  

Bad luck 
Is totally a morbid result in life’s situations…
I believe that you could endure
The catastrophe that burnt up your 
Last drop of courage…

What a tragedy you turned out to be… 
Your morbid luck drained out your bliss
And inflated you with squalid misery…
Your morbid luck dragged you 
Into the abyss……… 


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Theif In The Night

WHERE THERE SHOULD BE THE PITTER PATTER OF LIL FEET AND BUTTERFLY KISSES THERE IS A COLD SILENCE AND BITTER TEARS,WHEN THERE SHOULD BE EARLY MORNING CARTOONS CERAL SPILLS IN MY BED THERE IS ONLY DARKNESS AND COLD SHEETS, A THEIF CAME IN MY HOUSE AND I NEVER EVEN KNEW I LOOKED HIM IN HIS EYES AND THOUGHT HE LOVED YOU
I TRUSTED HIM WITH YOUR MOMMY AND THOUGHT YOUD BE SAFE I NEVER IMAGINED WE'D BE HERE AT THIS PLACE,A THIEF IN THE NIGHT CAME IN MY HOUSE ONE DAY STEALING YOUR MOMMMYS HOPES AND DREAMS AND LEAVING WITH YOU HE TOOK YOUR PRECIOUS SMILE, AND LAUGHTER TOO, HE TOOK AWAY OUR FUTURE THIS MONSTER IN OUR HOUSE THAT WE NEVER EVEN KNEW! HE USED THE NAME OF GOD AND SPOKE WELL TOO HE WORE A MASK OF KINDNESS THEN ROBBED US THROUGH AND THROUGH, EACH DAY IS FOR EVER LACKING AND WILL NEVER BE THE SAME I SHOULD BE TEACHING YOU TO COUNT NOW AND EVEN SPELL YOUR NAME, I KNOW YOUR IN HEAVEN AND I TRY TO PUSH THROUGH, I WATCH YOUR MOMMY TRY TO FIND HER WAY NOT UNDERSTANDING HOW SHE NEVER KNEW, I KNOW WE HAVE TO MOVE ON SOMEHOW AND APRECIATE THE LIFE WE HAVE LEFT BUT IT JUST GETS SO HARD SOMETIMES WITHOUT YOU IN OUR PATH I PRAY EACH DAY FOR STRENGTH AND PEACE FOR OUR FAMILY THAT MISSES YOU BUT EVERY TIME I SEE A CHILD I WISH IT COULD BE YOU, I WAS BLESSED TO BE YOUR NANA AND I DONT KNOW EXACTLY HOW TO DEAL I SEE FRIENDS WITH THEIR GRANDBABIES AND IT JUST DOESNT SEEM REAL I WISH I COULD WAKE UP FROM THIS TERRIBLE NIGHT MARE, OR EVEN WAKE UP IN HEAVEN CAUSE ATLEAST YOU'LL BE THERE!


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Beside you


I see you resting in a blanket of haze.

Suddenly Im here, beside you.

With a cluster of wilted flowers at her feet a willow weeps before us.

Her tears fall to the earth, her wails race through my hair.

My heart plays drums, yours sits in silence.

You will never hear me and a sound may not escape me,

but you will always listen.

I taste the sea upon my lips as I try to say good bye.

I place a fresh rose amongst those that wilt in sorrow.

A kiss in the wind

The drums miss a beat.

The willow weeps behind me.


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I Still Love You

I still love you
Buried six foot under
Life no more
Risking my heart
Everything, I have ever known!
Letting you go
Eighteen years of panache and tears
‘Loyalty’ because 

‘I Still Love You’

At a cross roads
Changes of initiation
Giving in, risking all
Trading this pain in
Making my heart whole
Know by saying goodbye
And, letting you go
Know, for an eternity

‘I Still Love You’


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The Unknown Soldier

The Unknown Soldier

So many thousands have died
So many needless wars
Every land in the world has one
A man who died
Fighting for his country
No one will ever know his name
How he died
Where he took his last breath
Still, he is honored
Never forgotten
He lies in a cold crypt
Alone with no family coming to mourn him
He rests
His soul looking down from Heaven
He knows that someone, somewhere loves him
Even though they don’t know where he is
They mourn for him
Even though they do not know that he was a hero
He is The Unknown Soldier
And, after all these years
He is a national hero
Someone to be respected and honored
Even if no one knows his name


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Little Jo

"Mama Said to Call You
It's Time to Have Some Dinner.
Come and I Will Race You
We'll See Who Is the Winner."

I Always Lost the Race
To My Little Sister, Jo,
She Loved to Be the Winner
So I Ran a Little Slow.

I Really Didn't Mind
Because I Loved Her So,
She Loved Life and Living
And She Had So Far to Go.

The Memories I'll Cherish
Of Our Childhood Sweet and Fair
It Seems like Only Yesterday
That She Lost Her Teddy Bear.

But the Day We Found Him
I Forever Shall Regret.
Maybe If He'd Stayed Lost 
I'd Have Nothing to Forget.

She Found Him in the Neighbor's Yard
And She Ran Across the Street,
She Didn't See the Car.
Now I Forever Weep.

Sometimes I Hear a Little Voice
In the Middle of the Night,
And it Brings Back Memories
Of a Little Girl in Flight.

"Mama Said to Call You
It's Time to Have Some Dinner.
Come and I Will Race You
And We'll See Who Is the Winner."

Connie Moore
August 18, 1992


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Lost Hope for a Broken Soul

When I think about things that are gone and passed
I mourn for the things that did not last
I feel the hurt and tears that fell
I cannot get free, trapped in this Hell
The fires of memories lick at my flesh
Burning up tears that I thought would always last
Coal black eyes, you can see my soul
I gave up everything, everything for a mole
But such rich eyes…
They beckoned me in, promising me everything
Using all of my sin
My heart still aches
My soul still bleeds
To hear that voice
So honey sweet
And yet I let you hold the knife
Feel you twist it in my back, and I never seem to fight
The blood starts to rip, taking with it some hope
That one day I will stop this nonsense
And take that one last fatal blow
But no, not to him
I want him to stay in perfection, I never can harm him
The knife is for me, to mortify my own flesh
Let the blood pour, like my tears once did
Maybe then he will understand
I regret the mistakes made
But no matter what, I would always belong to him 


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Graveyard and forever onwards

a  graveyard is a home for some,
only few regularly come,
and keep their eternal devotion to that one,
others may collapse from grief and away run,

I know deep inside they fear the graveyard,
But is visiting the dead that hard?
they can't help but avoid their relatives' death bed,
they gulp the grief instead,
and that emotion is left for them to shred,
but why fear what's dead?
for them it's the only way to carry on,
their people  haunt them even after they've gone,

after the dead mans' last word is said,
and their last drop of blood is bled,
and it's now clear that the dead can only stay dead,
all that's left of the life they lived, is the memory in the people left behind,
their life cannot be forgotten, but don't visit to seem kind,
but to think back to your days with them and thank and love them for all you've passed,
in you there's still part of them, as there'll always be, as will grief which will not pass fast,


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CONQUERING THE FEAR OF DEATH

Too weak to utter words,
and unable rise her sunken eyes,
this is what my aunt Lucy told mom
on her deathbed when sunlight
struggled to enter the dark room,
" Endure grief with faith...
think of the glory you'll see!"
" God will welcome you to Heaven...
your struggle will end by night!"


Silently she resigned to her fate,
and turning her moribund head she nodded,
accepting the final agony coming upon her...
and everybody's tears had to be released,
to show her the affection and the love nurtured
by obedience, kindness and sincerity.


To watch her die, made us aware of our own vulnerability,
which will face on our darkest day with or without comfort...
blessed are the ones being consoled by prayers,
making their grief bearable until their breath stops;
blessed was mother to have seen angels rapture her...
when her heartbeat could no longer be heard!    
 

Her spirit rose up as they carried it with caution
to the blissful place of angels, martyrs and saints...
because she lived a Christian life of truth and sacrifice;
and mom will certainly remember how we squeezed her hand,
comforting her without showing the intensity of sorrowful emotions
as we whispered, " Mother, you have loved us dearly...so have we!" 


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a poet is dead

the stars cry rivers of light
 as the moon bows his head
 the planet pauses in prayer
 a laureate is now dead 

words of wisdom were let fly
 from the heart of mind and soul
 to the pages we now read
 in our minds she will forever stroll

a life lived without any fear
 as seen in poetry and prize
 and the truth of each line
 is still in earth, it will rise 

from the wisping dust she rose
 poverty was the cloak she wore
 with the passing of the years
 she shredded it off some more 

a technicolour warrior for peace
 with hope enough for the world
 she scribed her name on eternity
 in heavens arms she’s curled 

so the stars will continue to cry
 the moon still bows his head
 these prayers will be ongoing
 we grieve that a poet is dead


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Houses of the Dead

Time spent driving past the houses of the dead
Where are those who came before
Who live now only in my head
For the Earth is now their bed

Where's your music from the front porch on the Hill
Where's your laughing faces
Saying: Child have no fear
For there is nothing but love in here

Know your blood's as thick as Time
So our song will never die

And sing it loud and clear
For those now lost but always dear
Then send it on the wind
To those now far ahead
In the houses of the dead

Many trips around this wicked star we've made
And there's been many players 
On its ever turning stage
In every sundered age

But when your part is through
Behind the curtain bid adieu

Soon gone but now you're here
So play your part without fear
Then join them far ahead
We know not where 
And leave houses of the dead



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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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We could be million different things

We could be million different things
But life hits hard, it bites and stings
And circumstances that prevailed 
And bad decisions we have made
Turned us in what we are; it’s sad
And you are wishing you were dead


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Son Brother Cousin

Looking looking looking, 

Waiting watching looking,

But you will not be coming, 

My dear...

 

  Twenty maybe five years, 

Of looking waiting watching, 

But you will not be drying, 

My tears...

 

  Days through nights comes the daylight, 

Weeks through months pass the years, 

Your voice is that of an angel, 

Who whispers in my ears...

 

  Looking waiting watching, 

Shadows as they dance, 

Watching waiting wishing,

We could have just one more chance... 


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Grief

Mortal men immortal grieving, and candles dim
That gave tears rainbow in their light
The heart presses down still overflows the brim
Beyond all sorrow there's only night.
For we conscious live unconscious in our heart
In silk cocoons of faith, we hide for the most part.
 
But death comes when we emerge bright on wings
Fragile as the memory of being dust
It anchors our high soaring like those invisible strings
That keep our kites straining in a gust
But it is tragedy of soaring that encumbers dreams
I have seen kites becoming birds where love screams
 
I have seen us mythic men with wax wilting wings
Dripping feathers like sweat in the sun
I have tasted the terror of falling, how the heart wrings
Us dry of illusions where the grief begun
The consciousness of death is all that made us great
We poor Bartaemus shuddering naked at the gate.
 
It is from this ash we invented the phoenix of our will
Fear keep us rising to conquer space
And by this conquest hold prancing time to be still
And meter not our little milk of grace
Those we call brave have all surrendered to the flame
The sun's bite on the kite string, the tragedy of our game.
 
Not me, I keep the cocoon door lidded tight, and wings
Transparent, and invisible to brimming night
I mute my heart where the wind like a sweet siren sings
And do not trust the sweet pipings of this light.
It is my rage against the pain, what is not born cannot die
And none can fall, that wingless, never sought to fly.
 
The grief is not the consequencies that so shudder us
It's not the sudden loss, the brutal snapping
And snatching away from us, reiterating: impotent dust!
The grief is that tree, the fruit so beguiling
The longing to be what we were not to be, the lost path
The leaf fallen, the deep incision of love's unerring wrath.


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Caged Agony

She was caged in his mystery.
Just a glimpse into his soul;
And she saw the anger flow freely.

A father’s blood tainted
And with it came sorrow;
And with it came unspeakable torment.

There was not a person,
That felt the pain,
Its symptoms were distinctively his. 

Whispers like the wind urged him to be happy;
As though condolences could take away the grief;
Each face was featureless, each apology was a fake.

She found him alone and broken.
Within him she saw helplessness;
It was masqueraded by a need to remain strong.

On his shoulders was the World,
The weight of which was becoming too much,
Knees bent from the pressure.

He looked at her and their bereavement was matched;
Both cold from the tears,
Both were searching for their escaped faith.

A child was taken at her word,
Lost amongst the other realms;
She had felt empty.
 
Her sobs at night were heard by none,
Ridiculed by her traumatizing decision-
He saw her standing outcast.  

Their inward screams had echoed outward;
Only they could hear each other’s cries.
Drawn together in unity, a relationship formed. 

They were never perfect for each other,
But their voids were filled. 
They were very much alike, and yet so different.

They treated one another with disrespect.
It turned their love into rage;
This was followed by resentment.

Hands unclasped as their families pulled them apart,
Tears rolled from her eyes and his desperate struggle ensued;
He vowed to someday get her back.

He found himself anguished once more, as did she. 
For who would hold her now?
How would he fall asleep?

They would move on as all lost lovers do,
But no other love could be the same.
No lesson as great as the one that they had experienced; together. 



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Life

This is the second poem I have ever written, I was nine or ten.


The love caused me pain
I’m no longer able to breathe
My bleeding soul
My enclosed throat
My blood-shot eyes
My dying words
All seem to fade away
I love to sing
I loved to laugh
I loved to love
Now they are no more
I have no sang in three years
I do not think I even can…
I try to laugh….
But it turns into a broken sob
I tried to love
But I just wreaked pain
Over and over…and over again
Can a broken soul ever heal?
No, I do not think so
Can a hollow voice ever have life?
No, not that either
Can a dead love be born again?
No
Life ends like it begins
We start out crying and frightened
We die crying and frightened
Life is a cruel joke
We all die at the end
Why be immortal?
Only those whom hate life get to forever live it
Fighting the whole time, crying
Crying for death
Because death is when memory is gone
We come back crying
There is a threat that in the end will win
No circles will save us
No praying will help
This threat has no compassion
Has no soul
Will kill many
And birth more
It has no mercy
Harbors no soul
It is here for one thing
And one thing alone
To kill us all
This great threat goes by one name
Life
The thing that few know is not a friend, a blessing
But is a threat, an enemy
This is one fight not many can win
Most will die
But a few can cheat death
Maybe even life
But that is up to you….
My choice? 
I will cheat death and survive life…



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Watch me Flee

Fires burning bright
Screams shatter the night
Could not put up enough fight
So your loved ones died
Hidden from your sight
Flames flicker
With memories oh so bitter
I see your eyes
Looking so sweet
At that my heart skips a beat
Stopping softly I gives up
Wish I had your hand in mine
Give me strength to fight
Maybe then I would not have died 
On that dark, quiet night
Shatter my soul
Watch me flee
Cannot take another breath
Before a scream escapes my lips
Chocking desperately
On this life
Your smile is why I even fight
So much control
You have over me
On my fears
You seem to feed
See my tears
Hear me whisper
I will wait
For you forever
Dying words
On my lips
‘I loved you from that very first kiss’



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Fracta Anima

Maybe instead of life
Maybe I’m the joke.
Maybe I stopped mattering,
So why does this matter?

The shattered pain in my eyes,
Mirrors that reflect only you.
Do you see the cracked smile;
Your laughter is a dagger to my soul.

The frustration is a merry-go-round;
I might fall off and die.
The pain is rotten, a corpse
Twisted all around my heart.

Tears are uncountable, endless
Crying at night but still more.
Oh, the despair in my soul!
I long only for joy, please,
Is that just too much to ask?

Those beautiful dreams are ruined,
Why on earth were they given?
Was it all my fault or maybe
No one’s fault, just life,
The joke that is me.

The cuts will scar, as always
Yet can’t you see them,
Or maybe you refuse to.
The outside cuts are nothing
Compared to my heart, ruined,
Destroyed by far too many hopes.

My trust, shattered like glass
And lying in the wasteland,
My bitter tears are the oasis.

Tired, yet no sleep is found here,
So many questions in my mind,
My heart can’t ask you again.

I’m sorry, oh the mistakes made,
And there will be so many more.

I am hollow, a container of sorrow,
Of lifeless, wingless dreams, so frail.
The hot fire mixes with it,
The anger that is me and my mind,
Questioning, screaming and so unhappy.

Delusions are my safe, happy place;
I only wanted love.


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Vacancy

I looked for you today
In the places you used to stay
Doing the things you used to do
Seeing the sights you used to see
Being the person you used to be
But all I found
Was a vacancy
That should have been filled with you

Who could ever take up that space?
Which mortal could ever replace
You?
If it can’t be your face I see
Leave it be
Keep it empty.


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Dark and Mystical

Beyond midnight her tears distil,
burnishing the valley between
her height of hope and depth of pain;
till dusky waves awash her dawn.
From whence comes these soldiers? 
pure grapes trodden under the feet of fate...
before her eyes the moon did melt,
and cloudy wind gave rise to warmth.
The whirlwind blew away her bole,
her fountain flows still for her child,
the looming death defaced all her calm hours
and spoiled the night, hotly, in haste. 
Would God that she had immunized
her baby before the whirlwind roared.

The stars are speechless tonight,
the voice of the night lost its luster
the tears of her grief splashes like raindrops,
on the huts of ages long gone...without rooftops.
The spirits came knocking at the door;
the walls are broken, the keys are safe.
Her child like autumn leaves fell from its bole;
and swept away by the cold hands of candle-light.
O the beauty of vanity, the glory of mortality!
strength and faith fail the strong and mighty...
twilight trails the terrain of the tough and tender,
leaving the mark of pleasure, pain and passion;
unspoken, unheard yet seen in the sands of times.


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Bygone Days

The sick sadistic people that torture the kid
Thinking of thoughts to fascinating in sin
Hiding behind a stature of loneliness he hates
A time warp in his chest it elates
Swaying through time with no cause or mentality
He don't want to feel like a congenital abnormality
Piercing his mind with no anesthesia
Mind caught in the lake of amnesia
Grasping towards another minoral fate
Sometimes in this bygone world its too late
Suffering a wraith in his vivacious serenity
So sad and unaware with no amenity
This boy has suffered for a time of days
Like most diverse and beseeching in many ways
But tampered with is his lamp of time
Puppet strings in his head now a mime 
The prescription of happiness is a lie
Bury the darkness as a maggot one day be a fly
This is the torture of a teen so young
Now no speech they take your tongue
Its over
Its over
Slit it in his own health
Slayed down for his enlightened death....


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Over the Moon

If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.
But you died and you were taken far too soon.
You had to have a hysterectomy and your left leg amputated.
You were in so much pain, it was something that I truly hated.

My brother and I had to end your pain by taking you off the respirator.
If I would've had a choice, I would've rather wrestled with an alligator.
When you died, I came home and licked my wounds.
If you could've been saved, I would've been over the moon.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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Where was his helmet

Into the midnight cold he rides; 
a chance travel, on the wild side; 
this is the vision, that always repeats, 
whenever I think about that curvy Rockford Street. 
Alone he travels on his way home, 
until a mystery sends him flying into the air, 
and has him crashing into the ground far from the road. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
In pain he lays all alone, 
until two-friends rush to his aid, 
and frantically made emergency calls from his phone; 
paramedics arrive and relieve his friends, 
as his journey into the unknown slowly begins. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
Now in a hospital lying on a bed, 
with nothing but sheer pain streaking through his head, 
mom rushes into the hospital with one of her sons by her side, 
the other son was in Iraq unaware awaiting R&R and waiting on his airplane ride; 
a devastated mother and a saddened brother both watched as the youngest sighed, 
eyes watery with tears as they watched him slip into the cold night. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
I received the terrible news while I was in Ballad waiting for a good plane, 
instead I was rushed to an awful flight and my heart felt immense pain; 
I begged and I pleaded with God, 
Please O’ please let this plane crash and let everyone but me live, 
I love my youngest brother take me O’ Lord, take me instead; 
he is too young God; he hasn't truly experienced life, 
my goodness he was only twenty-eight and never had his own family, nope not even a wife; 
by the time I made it to Rockford it was too late, 
my youngest brother was forever gone as a chance travel sealed his fate; 
tears in my eyes the pain still burns deep I must admit, 
with only one question in my mind; 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet?


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To Heal Is Not Mine

To heal is not mine....
With the words;
"In time you will heal",
many try to console me.
Though said with all good intent,
there is no consolation;
only hurt and anger I feel.
For those words translate to me;
that there should be a limit
to my grief and that in time...
I should be okay with my loss.
To heal is to.....
cure, make well, restore;
those words.... those utterances
have no relevancy to my loss.
So to heal is not mine.

Oh...but there is a promise
that the future holds I'm told,
hence; in all desperation and
with all might I grasp hold;
just as a frightened child clutches
the strong and secure hand
of her towering father.
The promise of a perfect and
everlasting healing...when life 
to many sleeping in death
will surely be restored.
So alas until then....
To heal is not mine.

By; Joan Marie Peranteau (mommy)
Dedicated to and written in regards to my son
Nathaniel Blaine Gibson.


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If Mom became an angel

If Mom became an angel, it wouldn't surprise me one bit.
I know that she's very popular in Heaven, she's a big hit.
It's always painful when a loved one dies.
I know that as the tears well up in my eyes.

Even when I try, the pain is something I can't ignore.
It's so sad because I can't be with her anymore.
We loved each other and were bonded by strong family ties.
If God turned Mom into an angel, it wouldn't be a surprise.

[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]


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JOY

Have you ever seen one of those children,

whom were born to die, and they knew it. ?

have you seen the compassion and sorrow

being emitted from their eyes?

Did you notice the child born to die,

had an aura of extraordinary

radiance ,somehow more beautiful than

the healthy child, and seemingly more wise.?

 

Those sorrowful yet wise eyes

My eyes speak to their eyes.

And ask why ,why the sorrow

their eyes answered my eyes

My sadness is for you;

My eyes speak again;

 

Why were you born to just come and go ? 

Why was I to bore you just to bear

the burden of your leaving.

Why did God place you in my womb

before cutting his own ties with you.?

Why is your human so

breathtakingly beautiful.

Your intellect superb.

 

Why did God

place you in my womb ?

Did you come to teach me how to love

Did come to show me how to live -?

Or just to remind us that death

is an inevitable angel

sent to help us realize

that tomorrow is not a promise.

 

Life is not entitled to us no matter

how special we think we are.

We all are just visitors passing through,

spirits occupying the same space in time,

 

And in a blinking of an eye

we could be gone...Just like that !

I cannot help but feel the

tears heat my cheeks,

As I am still fulfilled by

the joy of your existence

No matter how brief.

 

As every emotion rushes in,I cannot

help but feel your strength

Now grateful for your visit, and the lesson

you taught me


No matter what I must not worry, 

No matter what I must not cry;

One day soon said

his eyes-you'll understand 

why, I'm the child-

Who was Born to Die.!


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The soul my notebooks and I

The soul, my notebooks and I

The ant lies dead in her coffin
With no one at her funeral
But I and my notebooks 
And her own soul
I sat clasping
My mountains of notebooks
Firmly to my chest crying
The size of goodbye.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | I do not know? | |

STILL I CRY

Still I cry since the day you died. I often ask myself WHY? Why did you die, Why did you leave me here all alone to cry. I cry all day and I cry all night oh dear LORD that not right. My heart is broken and my heart is SAD there is so much anger in my life it makes me MAD. Your death has made me STAND STRONG and fight for the INJUSTICE that did you wrong. For each life that I save that will be a ROSE placed your grave to let everyone know YOUR LIFE COULD have been SAVED. Still I cry under GOD’S watchful eye and I hope THAT other PARENT don’t have to ask the question WHY like I. With every breath that I take and every tear that I cry I will always LOVE you and everyone will know WHY. You were my BABY, you were my SON you are the reason why I remain STRONG and one day you will be back in my Arms. With grief there is pain, with grief there is sorrow but with grief there is always a tomorrow. We will always MISS you, we will always LOVE you and I thank GOD for the timed we shared with YOU. With this knife in my heart I will stand STRONG with this KNIFE in my heart I will never be alone. You are my ANGEL and you are my GUIDE you are the reason why I survived. GOD has chosen me to be POSITIVE guide in other children lives so no THAT other Parent’s can watch their child DIE. I will be a POSITVE influence in their children’s lives because I know how it feels when your child dies. You were a POSITIVE  in my LIFE  so now I know what it take to make a sacrifice and the death of a child is not right NO ONE PARENT SHOULD EVER HAVE TO MAKE SUCH A SACRIFICE. 

WRITTEN IN MEMORY OF MY SON STEVE ARRINGTON II (RAIN)

BY SONYA ARRINGTON


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Mommy

Your voice is etched within my drums,

telling me that everything is going to be okay.

I believe what you say,

but do not accept it.

I’m not ready for the future,

my mind tangles around the fact of your demise.

Sooner than later you will be on the other side,

speaking of your love, your life, your children.

And I will be here listening… loving… living.


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Pictures

My house,
Is covered with their faces.
All smiling,
Full of life and light.
But all of them are gone. 
Stolen from me.
Their eyes, always follow.
Begging to be seen.
Most days I ignore them.
Pretending they aren't there.
I see a soul in those paper eyes.
And they unlock my chest of memories. 
All it takes, is one look and I'm gone.
Remembering what it was like to sit side by side,
Fishing with our left handed poles.
Playing laser tag in our back yard.
Or driving around in your car.
Pondering life, and what the future may hold.
Never did I think
I would be left with only pictures.


Details | I do not know? | |

Losing You

I had to think of something 
For me to say or do
Because now i'm on the edge
Leaning towards losing you
Tip towing to the end
The dirt began to crumble
So I reached out for your hand 
But you looked down and smiled back
And continued on your path
As the earth fell towards the sea
I saw you reached for something
I gave in and brought in hope 
But she handed me a note
That i should have come
And joined her also



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The Winds of Change

I know it's not winter yet, but I wrote this:

The wind, curling, meandering
stealthily shares its history

slinking, down alleys, seeping around
every entity, into the bones of life

A giant growling, fearless creature
arcing its back low – preying

On each new discovery, traveling the world
it howls at night, and then lashes out - during the day!

Shoving past unseen, its invisible breath

Shakes our immortal dreams of change
forever watching but waiting

Bringing hope; it has stroked the forehead of the sick

Bringing doom; it has crushed the bones of the earth

And then, with its loud roar it has brought death to the fragile
and has twirled the world into chaos

Wrap up tight for he awaits, his icy lick
prowling for the naked flesh

He is unforgiving, playful, but forever immortal…


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Gravestones

Up on the top of a hill, 
With a windy,  narrow road, 
Sits a little cemetery, 
It's residents always home. 
In the middle of this resting place, 
A girl sits by a grave. 
Unmarked and with no flowers
Is where she spends her days. 
It's unknown who is buried there, 
Or how long it has been. 
All she knows is when she dies
She'll have a gravestone just like them. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Blur

You left a hole in my heart that nobody can fix
I always listen to your favorite songs and look back at old pics
You let me be myself by giving me freedom and space
You never yelled at me when you were mad, but I could see it in your face
You were a pretty quiet guy and enjoyed your time alone
You loved fishing, bike riding, and listening to the music on your phone
You protected the family by making us feel secure
Whenever I was sick you always knew the proper cure
You weren’t big on doctors or getting help from others
You didn’t tell anyone you were sick, not even your mother
You didn’t want people to think you weren’t tough
You always told Brad and I not to sweat the small stuff
Although you didn’t show it often, I knew you were so proud of me
I loved showing off my grades to you, you never cared when I got a B
You wanted me to be happy with whatever I chose to do
You never forced me to be a doctor, it is what I choose to pursue
We had a special relationship unique to you and I
I will never forget kissing you that final goodbye
You laid there in peace, with an open mouth and closed eyes
No longer breathing, you had finally died
I sat there in shock, not knowing what to do
I cant believe this was my dad, why did it have to be you?
I felt so many emotions that my body felt numb
I hope this is something I will one day overcome 
My heart is in such pain and I am constantly sad
I can’t believe this happened to my smart, healthy dad
This traumatizing experience will never escape my mind
I watched how your health gradually declined
When you were put on the ventilator, I knew it was bad news
It was so scary and painful to see what you were going through
I hated that you couldn’t talk and that you were heavily sedated
I was praying to heaven that you would finally be extubated
I jumped for joy when mom called to say the tubes were removed
Little did I know that you would never improve 
So much has changed since all of this occurred
When I look back on this experience, it is all a blur


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For the Freedom-Loving people of Syria

Massacre at Houla.

She was no more than 10 years of age.
He could have been a grandfather.

Young, old, women, girls, men, boys.

108 lives.

Now they are buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

Killed by knives,
shot at point-blank range,
slaughtered, mowed-down.

108 lives.

Snuffed-out. Decimated. Taken-out.

108 lives.

As Damascus lies blatantly,
spewing forth untruth,
108 warm, dead bodies,
remain buried,
in hurriedly dug graves,
on the plains of Houla.

108 lives.


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When I Go

And when I die
I say I will take my own path
I will not walk down

I will climb upwards
where the light words are
where unfinished sentences
are tied to ribbons
and I will stitch them together

To make a meaning of the life I lived.


© Gry W Christensen


Details | I do not know? | |

I Think

I think I know why the caged bird sings

For she herself knows that there is always an end

Not knowing which one song will finally welcome her final slumber

She sings to show that make your first note as precious as your last

She sings as a warning to all those of better faith 

Close your eyes to freedom and you will open them to grief

The sweetest song is not sung to liberate the body

It is sung to empower the soul

I think I know why the caged bird sings

For death takes the things that will make the best company


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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I, Claudia

(A Spoon River Poem)

You loved me well, you loved me long,
even with joy fading from my eyes,
my beauty your heart's silent song,
and sorrow hidden in burnished skies.

Six strapping sons feathered our nest,
pride your meat, and hope your drive
for peace to rest within my breast,
watching our sons grow and thrive.

My pride lay seated in one alone,
a daughter, supping from my dish,
her grace shining like a midnight sun, 
her presence fulfilling every wish.

Death came feeding at her door,
in a single day, her light was gone.
I sewed to clothe her one time more
in her five years, I'd always done.

Each day after, I lived to mourn;
you burned to melt my frozen core.
Our boys also, with fibers torn,
became crippled casualties of war.

Why couldn't I see them clear,
with such longing in their eyes;
that in my grief-stricken sphere,
wounded egos shrank and died.

Though she and I, at last, conjoin
reduced to dust and mingled here
she's one of seven from my loins
steeped in years of guilt and tears.

Too late discerned, my own selfhood,
they’ve scattered and can't be found.
So undeserved, my peaceful shroud
atop this hill, beneath this ground.


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Faceless Enemy

How easily you ran rampant
through our sleeping little town.
Lives, you touched so many
over the years,
for the better.
Manyadmired and respected you,
dressed in blue.
Did this beast always reside in you?
Secreted away from the world?
Or was it new?
What caused this fracture, this divide?
Something unforeseen?
When it came,
you did not fight.
You let it reap and in this
last instant you took them all
and saved you for last.
Coward!


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Hungry Thief

For the first time ever,
a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden
in a juncture of two branches
of the red rose climber
on the south wall of our garage.

Over the years, we'd watched with pleasure
as House Finches, Eastern Phoebe,
Bluebirds, and Wrens nested in flowerpots,
birdhouses, spruce trees, and on porch walls.
Purple Martins snootily passed us by
in spite of elaborate housing provided.
 
Once, a Rufous-sided Towhee deposited
her eggs on the ground, underneath
a large cedar tree near the driveway.
We mowed around them, shooed turtles 
toward distant woods, and watched 
eggs hatch, babies fly into the future.

Cardinal babes were a new and welcome
experience. Almost daily, we peeked.
But grief came quickly with eagle eye, 
hooked talon, and razor-edged beak.
A Cooper's Hawk left a shattered nest, 
a mother's heart ripped apart, and us,
feeling her pain to the marrow of our bones.



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Winter Love

Another flake that fades away,
Another love that cannot stay,
An empty body a broken heart,
Another nightmare waits to start.

Another leaf falls off a tree,
Another family left to flee,
The battered babe and torn up mum,
Another dream has come undone.

Another circle of endless hate,
Another innocent at the gate,
I know it hurts and I will weep,
To let my little angles sleep.

And so another confession ends,
Another day to comprehend,
I know that we are split apart,
Just know you are always in my heart. 


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Fate

Venom laced words
Is all the world
Feeds the weak
But I can taste the brutal decay
Of all the slain souls
Now buried in the deep
Look through the eyes of the Taken
You will see this tainted world
You will see you’re mistaken
Those are not happy tears
They are laced with blood
No one feels a thing
They have all gone cold
And gone numb
You feast your eyes
On a beautiful Shamrock Shore
But instead I see waves of black
Swimming along are the snakes of wrath
Those sweet little lullabies
Causing you to sleep
They wake up the Demons
You are their feast
When will you stop?
Looking through the eyes of faith
Take a look through my eyes and see
Those born of innocence...
Their true damned Fate


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What to say

What's there to say about Maxine...
She was a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a mother, and a grandmother. 
The younger generation may not know how she was when she grew up, but those are memories our parents and brothers have to share.
The other years during her struggles into the medical field and years after are the memories for the younger generation.
We all have our special moment with Maxine, those are what we need to keep close to us and in our hearts. 
She may have had her moments when she drove us crazy and we wanted to scream, but those times will soon fade away and all that's left will be the good times we share. 
Maxine may not be here physically with us, but she's imprinted in our hearts and will live on in our memories. 
She's not gone and when it is our time to pass from this world, she'll be waiting to greet us with a smile. 
So as we say goodbye to her lets try not to cry to hard but to be happy for her because that's what she will want us to do.

5/1/13


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Grieve

Wash away my hopes
Wash away my dreams
But one thing you would never take away from me is the way I grieve
I work at my own pace
Don't try to make me go faster
I'm just a child which you cannot lather
like soap or like lotion
Within my soul holds alot of emotional devotion
I will still carry on
Even though my soul couldn't
But still in the back of my mind I'm thinking I shouldn't
Let me grieve, just let me grieve


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


Details | I do not know? | |

Fatherless Child

He told me “tell my son his father was a good man”, over and over.
He believed so I believed that the warmth of his last request would keep our hearts full until we
all meet again.
I hope heaven treats him kind; one of a kind that man.
On earth he was in mint condition; crisp as his shirt collar and smooth as silk sheets.
The only man of my dreams now exists there eternally.
In reality, my son’s much too young to know of death’s calling.
Besides, law abiding citizens shouldn't meet such misfortunes while the rest of the world frolics 
in ungratefulness
Still as the world turns I will raise my fatherless child.


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It is Finished

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


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Gone


Falling

Deeper...deeper..deeper

Into the darkness

Swallowing you whole

Envoloping you in black

You welcome it

A comforting oblivion

No pain

No hurt

No sadness

No feeling

Blissful numbing

The blood drips out

More...more...more

As you slip farther away...

Each drop another part of life you lose

Slowly fading away.

Faster...faster..faster

Your final moments tick by.

You close your eyes

Peaceful

Pleasant

Oblivious

You don't feel a thing

You've wasted away

Gone now...

But finally in bliss


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The Visit

11:21 PM 9/27/01                         The Visit

I sit in splendor amongst the sun
Of an afternoon sky

Surrounded
I look below to see the stones
Skyward proud they stand

Some I know, most imagined
All the quieter now

Deer travel the fringes here
Off to the East a bit
Never to offend these resting souls
Passersby in life

In a moment of silence I sit......
Remembering 
How precious life can be

How voices no longer heard
Can resound within the soul
Lighten the sky in brilliance
Form clouds in shapes of love

Me in the afternoon sun
And you in my beating heart

A reflection of the day










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These Tears Will be her Last

Having to kill her hope
Because she surrendered again
Gave yourself to that fiend
Who broke her heart over again
Let out those tears
They will be her last
No longer will she fall
No longer made of glass
Building up those shields
Keeping up a wall
Nothing can get in this time
For if it does she will surely fall
Fall into desire
Fall back into need
Only caring for him
Not caring if she bleeds
It cannot happen again
There is nothing left to die
So keeping up these shields
Keeping up these lies
Are not meant to hurt a soul
But only to keep hers alive



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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear
on a hundred sentences
empty papers, unwritten years
locked exits, locked entrances 
the night brings her fears 
loneliness, ugly resemblances
so the poet goes to sleep
and she dreams of scenes
scenes that never existed

You can hear her at night
Her cries they horrify 
They cut through the silence
And silent after the sunrise 
I can feel her pain
it's a torment to the sane
it's a lover to darkness
and an enemy to pureness

The poet writes her masterpiece 
The perfection of pain and grieve
The beauty of a feeling unleashed
Weeps from the deception of beliefs 
A relief comes as robbed from a thief 

The poet feels high as she writes
But the poem refuses to end
three days and nights and fright 
But relief wont come again
The poet spent a lifetime 
She found no happy endings
Sought a completed rime  
And found nothing but death in it


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Wishing For a Smile

I thought it would get easier.
A year has come and gone.
I hope and pray for a better day,
every time dusk turns to dawn. 

As the time passes,
I wish the pain would too.
My mind and heart still ache,
from the sudden loss of you. 

I wish I could call and say, “Hello”
just to see how your day is going.
I wish you could reach down 
and wipe my tears that are flowing.

It is getting harder to say, “I’m fine”
and make it through my day.
My charade is becoming tiresome
I wish there was another way.

Pretending that I am okay 
is beginning to take its toll.
Your death has surely rocked me
down to the depths of my  soul.

When you passed away
you took a piece of me with you.
A chunk of my life I will never get back,
and there is nothing I can do.

I used to see you in my dreams, 
but you’ve been absent for a while.
At least on those early mornings
I would wake up with a smile.


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Wishing I never lost you

I feel a tear run down my cheek
Not even realizing I'm crying
These little memories make me weak
No matter how hard I'm trying

You are always on my heart
But not always on my mind
It wasn't like that at the start
Now I've had to leave the pain behind

I know I'll never move on
But I know I've changed how I feel
Because I couldn't believe you are gone
And now I know it's for real

It doesn't hurt any less
I've just gotten used to pushing it away
Because I can't be a tragic mess
Every single waking day

No I have to carry on again
Even though I don't want to
All I want to do is think of then
And wishing I never lost you


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Vision of the Past

Stop haunting me
Vision of the past
The one my limbs ache for…
Your host holds a new body
Not one of the same
As the one that always took my breath away
Fallen love
Where have you gone?
Did I kill you when I left?
Sweet caress
Of hopeful promise
Was it I that caused you to break?
In deciding wrong
Did I etch the path of sorrow for myself?
In leaving you
Did I kill the only one kin to my soul?

I cannot love one who is gone
Because of me….
I cannot long for a canvas of perfection
When it was I who wrought the path of decay
What have I done?
With just one mistake…
Broke down what it is I now know I love
Each tear shed
For something no longer bred
For it is I who killed
The last living hope


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Wicked Gift

I don’t know what I’m meant to say,
To make this feeling go away,
This aching pain and lonely love,
For my daughter and son above.

There little faces I can see,
In my mind so vividly,
Smeared with blood and crying loud,
But this pain I can’t say aloud.

I wish they could be at peace,
Seated up in heavens feast,
Not condemned to wonder on,
For something they have not done.

It seems to me that God is cruel,
And there for He’s not fit to rule,
To let my babes burn to dust,
Because of their parents lust.

I will save them if I can,
Even if I’m asking Pan,
To take my babes and make them sleep,
Even if this makes me weep.


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Jesus Almighty

Hello friends, frenemies, and foes
I've got some words to say
To the average Joe
There is one road
The road to prosperity
The road to happiness
(haha) Oh no no
You think i'm wrong?
We all are
You, you, you, and you
On the path, you'll find the truth?
Not so
Just lies, hatred, and the deceived
But that road
The road
The only road, is how truly the world is perceived
Through all the greif
The pain
The lies
You still have hope
Hope and faith
You believe the false prophets
You listen to the lies of modern society
You cause pain
You use your impossible idol
As an escape
An excuse
To kill
To steal
To ruin lives
Then on the day
You worship the lies
So next week you will be 
Saved and ready to rape the willing
To take creativity from those who care
You are the evil gypsy of this time
Cheat 
Lie
Steal
You cause pain
WAR
And death in the name of god
In the the name of god
You commit crimes
Adultery
You give lies for profit
You are a false profit 
Spelled with an f
You command the living to be the dead
You hate people who love 
People who care
What do you gain?
Respect?
Money
You are a money hungry hippo
You say Jesus forgives
You say he loves
But he seems evil if you ask the lesser thans
So now
You've heard my words
I thank you for giving me a chance
Thankyou all, friends, frenemies, and foes
And ahmen


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Perfect Canvas of Demise

A canvas smile of beauty
Prescience of delicate ease
What disruption could have done this?
Brought her to her knees
Once so strong
With Medusa's wrath
Now a frail Villa
Forgotten how to sing the song of the past
Losing a hold of time
Becoming lost in the marsh
Rejecting the light
Now resting in the dark
What happened to her soul?
Her aura of shimmering might
Now hidden behind retched scars
What made her loath her life?
She has grown mute
Hiding her precious voice, so sweet
Resigning in the company of the Dead
What made her give in to defeat?
It was he, the ghost of love
The reaper of the soul
He drank her tears
And he tore at her heart
Weaker now she slowly grows
On her knees she pleads
She could have wished for her life away
But instead she wished for a night of peace
In the darkness she still bleeds
Dreaming of her dying day 


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Evian

Crumbling with grief I saw you. 
Back turned, shoulders hunched 
and sobbing for your lost love. 
He had left you and he said he 
never would, his departure sudden. 

Through smiles and tears you told 
me of the warmth you shared - me 
a stranger, yet stranger no more 
as the story of your love evolved. 
You touched my soul, you touch me still. 

You unburdened you heart to me. 
Grief once locked away now liberated, 
free to be expressed and tumbling out 
willingly, so glad to escape its prison. 
My hand, my heart reached out to you 

beautiful lady wracked in pain. 
You felt guilt and feared you'd neglected 
him some way?  Yet from your words it 
was clear no rebuff, no sin had been 
committed, the purity of love was all I saw, 

and see now when I think of you and he. 
You were his wife in all but name. 
You saw him as he was and allowed him 
to take off the mask of responsibility. 
To enjoy simplicity, the reality of love. 

The rest was shallow, immaterial 
in comparison, a gilded mask of deception. 
His truth was you, the rest a lie, a 
carefully staged production performed on 
an illusionary stage for cosmetic audience. 

The real grief is yours as was the real love. 
What a gift you gave him and he returned to you. 
So lovely lady feel no guilt, feel only 
joy at what you shared, for some can only 
ever dream of caring as you cared. 
  


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Sessions Shared With Kamar Part 2

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Today we spoke about my son, Michael,
particularly about his death
and of his only baby sister, Princess Alison
and how sad it was that the two never met.
Michael’s birthday was rapidly approaching.
That’s never been a good day for me.
I won’t sit here and lie,
on that day I stay at home alone and cry
and I seem to do the same thing on his death anniversary.
As of this writing, it’s been more than a decade since
my son was taken away from me.
I was told, “Time heals all wounds. Comfort will become yours soon,”
but I’m afraid that I’d have to disagree.
Time definitely makes things much easier.
The burden of grief seems to get less with each passing day.
I hate to burst your balloon but Time healing ALL wounds?
Some wounds never heal. Some wounds never ever go away.
Imagine the ultimate worst day of your life,
not just once but twice annually every year.
Imagine how it must be, being reminded twice annually
of the worst news any loving parent could ever hear.
“Your Son is dead,” are the constant words that fill my head
every birthday, every death day, every time.
Only on those two days do I feel totally lost in a maze
of misery, grief and loss all combined.


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Death's Gentle Sigh

His body still warm,
our brother lay still,
his face set in perfect repose,
the echo of our voices
lifted in hymn, fading
like the rattle of death
in those closing days
before the last soft breath.

I wanted to watch his spirit rise,
reaching upward toward
the prize his faith had earned.
I had to be content
with a tender touch
and unspoken words of farewell,
bathed in tears of longing
to share his final journey.



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Erosion

Grief erodes him softly from the inside out
It doesn’t scream, it doesn’t shout
Like a silent gas it seeps and permeates
Forming a cloak over his usual state
Infiltrating the inner being
It’s host unknowing and unseeing
Anger rages back and forth
Throwing its host’s life off course

The external eye cannot see
the inner war or causality
Where once stood an upright soul
Grief has twisted it around a ragged pole
He thinks he knows, but he cannot feel
As grief is the thief that makes life unreal

Will it swallow him alive?
Surely he must be the one to survive!
His companion begs to ask –

Will he be the man he was before this arrived?
Or will grief be too successful in its task?

These questions remain unanswered
As grief is forever the silent dancer
It does not care to share its mission
To release the pain that started this endless frission…..


Details | Epic | |

The Unmarked Graves

In an rod-iron fence, next to Independence rock,
sits the site of unmarked graves.
A hundred or more years; they sat unrevered
seems history; made a mystery, of their names.

Children they say; rest in the graves,
nieth the shadow of a granite wall.
A boy and a girl, and another still,
may lay behind the fenced befall.

The grandson of the hangin judge, 
one account is said to say,
and a girl who's father mined soda ash,
less than a mile away.

It seems these accounts, 
difficult as they might be,
somehow lost there place, 
in our modern history.

No markers for the two, 
and still there may be three?
death's dark door,
often came swift, and tragically.

Though no makers remain, 
For the children unnamed.
The fence is there to remind us,
the progress made, along the way,
with the cost of life, 
as the purchase.


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The Loss of a Child

Feeling hopeless with nothing inside
My spirit crushed and left out to dry
I have no words that can possibly describe 
My emotions overwhelming and nowhere to hide

Emptiness encompasses my collapsing soul
I can hardly breathe…
My heart it’s bleeding like falling rain
This loss is suffocating me with immeasurable pain

If you have not lost a child you will not understand
Only members of this club can comprehend
It’s not a club that anyone wants to belong
But if it happens to you then you won’t be alone  

Then along you came when I needed you most  
A blue balloon, my symbol of hope
You came to me in my greatest despair
You put a smile on my face now I know you’re still there

You gracefully, moved around me with a purposeful deed
You show me that you’re still here, in my time of need
Your spirit shines like a rainbow in my heart
It brightens my life when I feel a bit dark  

You are my sunshine, my beautiful child
I’ll never be lonely, with your spirit by my side.


Written by 
Vicki Darcy
2014.


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Withered Hope

At first sight, her dark, 
innocent beauty captivated 
the spirited young redhead. 
They lived, loved, breathed 
through eight births 
and one death, baby Loretta.

Spine stiffened, she watched 
her love lowered six feet 
into the bitterroot soil,
her thickened body numb, 
her mind in time warp. 

She tasted gritty ashes,
unable to crush the stone 
lodged within her breast.
 
Children clung to her skirts
like baby opossums fastened
to their mother's skin. 


Details | Free verse | |

Good-bye Phil

Goodbye, Phil
Why die, Phil?
Now we all cry, Phil
Your greatness, Phil, in not tainted
Most could recognize
Your paintings, prize
But who could see behind those eyes?
Writers’ group did
When you put pen to paper you took off the lid
For your soul I will bid
To send you to heaven I vote
As long as there’s enough black paint 
I hope
And endless canvasses
And to criticism just say “nope”
Unless it’s constructive
And not reductive
You deserve the best
Kind and gentle to the rest
No favorites did you have 
Yet with you gone our hearts need a salve
Your light permeated my life
I just pray you are now free from all your strife
You are special, Phill
One hundred percent you, Phil
No one can replace you, Phil
I love you too, Phil


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Frigid waters

He watched her die from a measured distance;
carefully calibrated and guaranteed to keep the
anguish from reaching his throat with its
steely fingers and choking the remaining
compassion out of his cowardly body

Sharp eyes still taking in the carnage despite
the geographical buffer; keen ears recording the 
groans and words of regret across the coaxial moat; 
soul silently feeling the judgment being passed and
sentence being executed

From this frigid place, separated by an icy sea of tears,
across the frozen wasteland of old regrets,
deep below the tundra of disappointments,
fossilized in the permafrost of a broken heart,
he coldly watched her die 


Details | Elegy | |

Everyone Around Me

Everyone around me is losing their lives,
Doesn't anyone see the grief in my eyes?
What are all these feelings that are combining?
Most of these feelings that have been hiding.
I cant breathe, I cant speak, I cant even cry.
I'm losing my faith,  do you know why?
Because everyone around me is losing their lives,
Drive byes, heart attacks, and suicide.
Why did any of them have to go away?
Why do my tears fall for them every day?
For all my loved ones that had to go,
The mourning and grieving I don't know how to show.
All of these things I hold deep inside,
I said I'm OK,  what if I lied?
Does anyone understand how I'm feeling?
I need the time for the tender healing.
Because everyone around me is losing their lives,
Getting jumped and killed with bloody knives.
Why did my friend have to drive that far?
Why did the other guys drink in their car?
They wouldn't have killed her if they looked.
Do they even care whose life they took?
Everyone around me is losing their lives,
How many of you see the grief in my eyes?
Why did my grandpa go to that store?
Why cant he be with me anymore?
The day of his funeral, someone else died.
Does anyone feel these tears I have cried?
Cancer killed my High School love,
Now I pray to him and God above.
One close relation, had a bad heart,
Then the Lord took me and him apart.
Everyone around me is losing their lives,
Now can you see the grief in my eyes?
Why did my friend get killed in a drive by shooting?
She was so young, she didn't know what she was doing.
My ninth birthday, my uncle got hit by a train.
Tell my why people play this game?
My homie got shot because of the rag he was hanging,
But expect anything when you spend your life claiming.
there are so many more, but it hurts to much to speak on.
my love for them will always be there, but unfortunately they are still gone. 
Everyone around me is loosing there lives,
Can anybody see the grief in my eyes?
Rest in peace to all of my loved ones, 
who have lost their lives.............


Details | Ghazal | |

Jab teri qabr se guzarta hoon

Woh chale bhi gaye to kia hua
Mein unhein roz yaad karta hoon

Dil mein rehta he bus khayal unka
Un hee kee dhun mein jeeta marta hoon


Kon hoon mein? samajh na paya kabhi
Khoj mein kion Khuda kee
rehta hoon?


Loag kuch aur hee samajhte hein
Soach per unki aahein bharta hoon.


Sochta hoon ke mein bhi mar jata
Jab teri qabr se guzarta hoon


Teri ruswaee ka he khauf
mujhe
Warna mein kab kisi se darta hoon?


Details | Free verse | |

Remorseless Waters

Salt filled air bites at my senses
as water from above
and below
intertwine,
woven together
in intense immersion with
an imminent addition
to the ocean's continuing collection
of structures,
made of the forests' dead
and
interlacing spines
from branches
given no chance to reach up,
to grow.
Now only to be resting
miles below their home,
standing meekly against the current
of the deep,
rather than the breeze.
Saturated skies echo sadness
from the sea,
while man's eye only grazed
upon the shore
before
remorseless waters' waves
tumble and pull to
underwater graves.
But still,
the sharp coldness of
the evening sky's drippings
set free the day's warm,
dense remnants
of sun clinging to air.
The mist dissolves
and the waves rest.


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The Grief

It’s truthful that our road of life 
Does not always spread with flowers
Sickness and death will arrive
No one knows whenever 
Our loved one will be died
Life cannot roll over!

Consider a dusky night  
Give the place to the daylight   
Death brings in a deep grief
Our hearts need a close relief
Though grief will shortly be gone
Let our uneasy life goes on!


Details | I do not know? | |

Out of Darkness

The faded wooden doors of the church
Loomed over me like the gates of hell.
A portal of anger and sadness,
That could consume my very body and soul,
Like a rabid dog looking for sanity
Forcing me into a typhoon of misery
And freezing me for a moment in time,
To remember a reality 
That’s no longer real.

My soul, no longer a part of me,
Watching from above;
I watched my feet carry me,
With stuttering steps
Like a dying child;
Flowers of all kinds,
Roses, carnations, and ferns,
Poked their heads from every corner
Like peeping children
Hiding from their angry mothers.
Their smell no longer sweet
But reeked of death and heartache.
I no longer wanted to breathe
Panic ripped through my heart
Like a jagged knife
Tearing every ounce of sanity from my soul.

I gaped in fear as I saw her face,
A face that had once
Radiated with sunshine and laughter
Like a rainbow after a storm.
Was now filled with death and silence
To never again hold the key of life
But locked for eternity
In tragedy and despair,
Taking with her my life
And burning the bridge behind her.

I reached out for her hand
Then drew back in terror,
As her icy flesh burnt my skin;
A hand once warm and full of love
That comforted me,
Now lay motionless for eternity.

Sounds of grief and heartbreak 
Burnt my ears like fire,
Causing me to glance in every direction;
People, many I knew,
Looked as if they too were in hell
Being gnawed at
By grief and pain.

My knees swayed,
Like a bridge in a terrible storm,
And buckled beneath me,
Throwing me violently to the floor;
As I lay cold and beaten,
I no longer cared to live,
My life was gone;
I looked up, hoping God would take me,
But saw only darkness instead.

Gradually, in the midst of that darkness, 
Was a tiny light.
A light so bright and pure
I had to shield my eyes;
It called to me to get up
And like a broken child
I crawled to my feet;
I stood facing her 
Her shiny skin gleamed in the light
Like a shooting star
As her beauty
Transcended her body.

At that moment she spoke to me
Begging me to go on;
I turned from her, 
Facing the once hellish gates,
And staggered into a heavenly place
She promised to wait for me.

I reached for the handles of the heavy door
And walked out into the light,
A place where she and I
Were to live together
For all eternity.


Details | Elegy | |

Why Must We Grieve

To cleanse the soul, so often we hear... Does that answer dull the pain? Not 
even near... The river of grief runs ever so deep, flooding our soul, making us 
weep... Just hearing the sound of our own cries, makes life unbearable when a 
loved one dies... Why must we grieve? If only twas faith that helped us 
believe...Saying goodbye tis a sadness we share, collapsing beneath the 
crosses we bear... The pain of grief is a two edged sword, one side wounding, 
the other striking a healing chord...So why must we grieve I ask yet again, if only 
to drown in a sea of pain....

With Love Grandma...
 Vickie


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Miss you

Gloom resides deep with in;
Heavy as a thousand tons,
thick and black as street tar,
I miss you so much my son.


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In Memory of Conner

There's a brand new angel in heaven today,
A little one with shining eyes and sweetest baby smile.
Tonight the folks who loved him come together to pray
And share their precious memories -- just for a while......

The Bible says that we should in everything give thanks,
But how do we thank God for the loss of such a boy?
Through sharing grief and pain, our family has closed its ranks,
Now we must concentrate on just how Conner brought us joy.

Not that he's gone, but that he WAS, that's where the blessing lies....
That we were given such a gift -- although it couldn't last,
Not that we've lost a Treasure, but that we held a Prize,
And that we all hold Conner close in memories of our past.

When we share grief and pain, the suffering is cut in half.
When we share joy and pleasure it is truly multiplied.
Now picture Conner with the Lord -- I think I hear him laugh!!
And let us dry each other's eyes from all the tears we've cried.

No speculation now for what our Conner might have been,
For what he might have majored in -- which school he'd have attended,
But realize that he's been spared temptations and some sin,
And to be in his glorious state, this earth-life must be ended.

I do believe that Conner, if he had the choice to make,
Would choose the joys of heaven (for we know that's where he's gone).
And he will watch and wait for us, however long we take
To reach our home eternal when our time on earth is done.