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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sleepless Night

***
Pillowed feathers,
Caressing a precious moment around my tender skin.
***

Teardrops, bagged eyes, a way of sin
The mirror reveals a lost eternal soul
A conniving move against tonight's phantom glow
Voices circle the insomniac moon
Like magic and beauty, "I AM" gone with the wind

The idea of love, 
broken like yesterdays wishbone.
She is leaving
her arms, my shelter
her wings
her teardrops gone forever. 
Never will she suffer-
Never will she return-
All I have is one last memory
tracing what is left
one last breath
tequila vice
washing away the pain.....


At Last Now I See!
Under the drunken stars 
I had an epiphany 
Striking like a match
A sunken treasure 
At Last I Knew
you don't belong 
you were there for the taking
Weak and sick, no longer sane
Memories lost, no longer -her
My Mother! 
What has become of her?

You're a demon, who played us all
made us cry, while you slowly took her away
the way you ravaged her body
nip napped both her legs
fed her through others
the way she rapidly forgot
our names:
our faces:
I hate you Alzheimer
I hate the way you took her the first time!
I hate you Death
I hate the way you took her that final moment!

Sleepless nights and pillowed feathers,
Caressing a precious moment around my tender skin
Pretending my mother tucked them in
Anything to help me get past my sleepless nights.

by:PD


Details | Free verse | |

Soul mates solace

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


Details | Ballad | |

Once Willows Wept Not

'Tis now known why the Willow weeps, 
a tragedy of love, its memory keeps.
For once a young man and young maid, 
on tender grass, beneath branches lay.
Though pledged by birth to another, 
from clans they hid, to be together.
Thus, the gentle Willow was their choice, 
meeting beneath, till love they could voice.
The Willow held these secret lovers dear, 
so would lower its boughs, when they drew near.
Thus tucked away in the Willow's womb, 
could lay as one, yet this love was doomed.
For jealousy lurked within the pines, 
spying young lovers thus entwined,
behind Willow's curtain of slender limbs, 
He swore the maiden, would yet be his.
Thus, it came to pass one day, 
as young maid softly made her way,
to their Willow, deep within the glen, 
espied the branches did already bend.
Timidly, as she did draw near, 
soft sound of sorrow fell upon her ears.
Parting Willow's branches to look within, 
a dampness did touch upon her skin.
The Willow was shedding sap laden tears, 
for the young man, in death, was near.
'Twas an arrow that had been used, 
a potent poison, the tip infused.
The maiden, now blind with grieving mist, 
pulled out the arrow, held it, in clenched fist.
Whilst cradled in love's arms, did he draw last breath. 
Then, young maid, plunged the arrow, into her breast.
And so it is, that this story is told,
as the Willow's grief would not be consoled.
For unable to stop what had befell,
the young lovers, it had hid so well.
With will broken, as lovers lay dead,
the Willow, its branches, never again spread.
And because it is the memory it keeps,
it is to this day, that the Willow weeps.




Details | Epic | |

Echoes of the Stone

ECHOES IN THE STONE

No one can turn back the hands of time
Reliving the war,  TEXAS her independence
The tombs so deep, where real hero's fought and fell
A place so precious, sacred in every hold
A timeless journey, with no stop to heal
To find your eyes upon this treasure's glaze
Hearing stories not found in fairy-tale books
Finding GRACE in this AMAZING place
The legendary ALAMO, over freedom, a ghost town
Walking by the thousands, beyond this land
Outnumbered 
Echoes in the stones
A painful event, UN erased

Defenders of the ALAMO, gathered to unite
With their life's they put up an honorable fight
Heroes who embraced a defeat in March 1836
A battle deeply wounded overnight
Bravery in their hearts
No time to be scared.
Where the wind now blows,
Echoes in our souls.

With one touch, embrace the south wall
Hearing whispers, sad echoes-I call
Chills traveled down my spine
Standing among all heroes who are still buried, 
In their home at the ALAMO
Echo's in the stone
Proud of the ALAMO.

Echoes in the stone 
Where a hero still stands tall
Heros even beyond their last breath, 
Death being their only bail
Heroically fighting with their own will and liberty
In hopes that justice would prevail
The ALAMO rebuilt, standing strong
Full of life, in the center of San Antone'

The voices, the scream, 
Piercing the stone
Fighting till their death
"Remember the Alamo!"
The echoes in the stone, a hero's home
Locked inside each stone of eyes
Heroes who died,
Cried their last words
"VIVA THE ALAMO!"

   SKAT


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


Details | Rhyme | |

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)


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



Details | Free verse | |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

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

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

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

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

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

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

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

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


Details | Free verse | |

Dementia

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


Details | 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 | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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 | |

Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


Details | I do not know? | |

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:



Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.


He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.


After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.


In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.


Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.


He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.


Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.


On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.


Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.


His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.


In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.


On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:


‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’



Mahlangu died for a cause!



Salute!



The Struggle Continues…




(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)


Details | Free verse | |

Do You Remember

It started with a silent night;
As the winter winds howled outside,
it took only a few seconds;
And all of a sudden the tears began,
Like a rushing river they flowed from my eyes-
Because all of a sudden I knew;
And I was afraid.

Flying out of the bed,
I ran and ran;
I couldn't stop,
So I kept going and going,
And when I had found it-
the deepest darkest place in the house,
I curled up and hid;
Because I knew!
About the pain-
of...death;
All too frightening,
I couldn't hide the fear anymore!
Of being forgotten,
Of being alone,
The fear of every drop of my blood-
Falling in vain..

It took all too long to realize;
The cuts were getting deeper,
And the chains clenched tighter,
Like the teeth of a viper around my throat-
And the thing I feared more than all else,
Had almost taken me within its grasp;
And with each passing day, they came,
Another infinity of sharp red lines on my wrist-
But no longer would I endure,
No longer would I choose suffering!

Because, I was..tired of being afraid,
Tired of all this pain;
What was it all for anyway?
To endure? To live on knowing that I made it?
The fear had been merciless;
And I wouldn't confine myself to this any longer,
Because; I figured it out...

People were made to be free.

The world used to be meaningless,
Life had no point to me- but then,
I thought; And my wondering brought discovery,
And that discovery became an epiphany;
My epiphany! Dare I say it,
The fear of death was left behind;
There was only one cure for my condition-
They called it inspiration.

And I knew from that point on how to conquer death,
Memories- dearest memories- of me,
Would have to stand the test of an eternal clock;
It always ticked, on and on,
And I created, ever passionately,
So that people might remember,
Even after such a mournful passing,
And only one question remains:
Do you remember?


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


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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 | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you


Details | Verse | |

A little clock face

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


Details | Epitaph | |

Linda-Marie

I suffer
I suffer in the shadows of empty clouds
Sorrow consumes the very essence of who I am
Evil lives, yet beauty dies, why? Why not me?
Her words brightened the world
A woman I will never know
Has left me sad
That life was stolen
The devils work is never done
Her heart is penned in poetic verse
To live on, so that we may all remember
The brightness of her smiles
The kindness of her heart
Late in the night, I read verse after verse and verse
A tear I do shed in silence
For the woman I never knew
Her heart lives on in whimsical prose
I lay down in her memory this red sweet rose

Notes:  Dedicated to Linda-Marie Sweetheart of Poetry Soup
At the time I did not know her struggles, and yet here she was full of
kindness to us all here. Let us never forget the angels who walk 
amongst us. God bless.


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 | Ballad | |

Oh Death Where Is Thy Sting

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


Details | 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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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 | Free verse | |

Grandma

There's not much to say.
I knew her, know some things,
but certainly not all.

I know how little she put up with fools,
how her cooking surpassed so many others',
how simultaneously sweet and hard she could be.
I know about her smoking,
about her jewelry, her faith,
all these I'll hold close to me.

Every single spark, every star,
shines with such a glow, such a marvelous radiance,
that we can't gaze too closely at it,
lest we cause ourselves pain.
And yet, despite ourselves, again and again,
we do;
because it's not within us to resist
the sheer beauty of it all,
of stories and of life.

A bouquet of tulips for you.
We all miss you already, Grandma.
I miss you.
I know Heaven's got you, taking no guff as always,
making sure we're all doing alright.
I love you.
Andrew James (McGillicutty) Sprouse


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


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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 | Couplet | |

Safe At Home

When I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the premature hours of dawn
I never dreamed Your face would be
The next I’d look upon
My vehicle came to rest against the square concrete pylon
And those who found me declared to all
“It appears as though he’s gone”
They said I had the look of peace upon my face so fair
And in my lap my hands were laid
As if God placed them there
Just underneath those hands of mine my Gummy Bears were found
How is it that they rested there
And were not tossed around
You chose for me the greatest dad and mother one could have
And my sister; she’s so beautiful
Will you hold her for me Dad
For all of those that knew me knew how much I loved the game
But they also knew I loved you Lord
And someday you’d call my name
I’m grateful that I prayed the prayer to receive you in my heart
Now I know for sure that heaven is real
And we two shall never part
My final game was played that day as I heard you say “well done”
I ran into my dwelling place
Where I’m truly “safe at home”

Dedicated to RJ Ledesma jr who was called from this earth much to soon. May you rest in the Lord's care till we see you again. October 29, 1992 - September 24, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | 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


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SUNSET AT NOON

The day becomes night;
As a comrade transcend 
To true world beyound.
Oh! Finally, a jolly good fellow drops the baton;
A justice of peace with unstained character,
A sacrificial giver who neglected his needs.
Death, you never cease to amase
As you drive home valiant colleagues.
Death! Hope you know?
Here a while we must be parted
Because
For a while the tired body
Erupt in sleep.
Soul and body reunited.
Thence; death, nothing shall divide 
Father, mother, child and brethren.
Nevertheless, the dead, you were great while alive
And great in death.
The pens, sleep till we meet and part no more.


      WRITTEN BY EDORE PAUL OYAKHILOME
	0092348081195600, 0092348131176767
	DEDICATED TO  JOURNALISTS . 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Message from heaven

God came down to earth today,
And said it's time to go, 
I'm sorry I couldn't stay,
I wanted to, you know.
I'm writing this from heaven,
Looking down upon you,
Please don't be sad or unhappy,
My time on earth was through.
When tomorrow starts without me,
Keep your head up high,
My body may have left, 
But my spirit will never die.
God has big plans for me,
A list of things to do,
Number one on that list,
Is to watch and care for you.
So wherever you may go, 
Whenever I'm on your mind,
Just remember you're never alone,
I'm always by your side.
When your sad and start to cry,
It will relieve some pain,
Remember, there has never been a rainbow,
Unless there was some rain.
When your day is finally over,
And your laying in bed at night, 
Ill be right there next to you, 
Holding you tight.
When your time on earth is up,
And your soul is finally free,
Don't be afraid, take gods hand,
He's bringing you home to me.


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 | |

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 | Elegy | |

Mom-N-Me

While watching "Name That Tune" reruns
I taste the garlic she used to put in the Beef Stew...
Thinking and laughing
about something we had done together...
Bittersweet mem'ries of days gone by...
She was my Mother, and now she's gone,
but she lives on in me.
Her mannerisms...her smile,
her eccentric ways of cleaning...
Her mood swings...laughter..tears...
Her struggle with alcoholism,
and my triumph over it.
I loved her dearly.

In loving memory of
Della Jeannette Ham 
9/24/20 to 10/20/94


Details | Ballad | |

Smile Its Your Birthday

it seems like an eternity
since ive seen ur smile
the fact that uve been gone
still has me in deep denial

a lot of stuff has happened
since ur smile left this earth
gatherings, eagles losing, parties
life changes and brooklyns birth

a lot of people miss u greatly
n think about u everyday
our last picture together
on my dresser it will stay

ur deep voice, ur humor, ur kindness
is what i tend to miss the most
ur passing forever broke my heart
but our memories i hold close

i must admit, i did hit rock bottom
drugs n alcohol i used to cope
i took ur passing very hard
i started to give up hope

but i looked into brooklyns eyes
n caught a glimpse of u
u probably would have kicked my ass
sober now i stay true

mom also met a fine fella
u actually would approve
no need to kick this guys ass
hes good to her n the kids to

madison is so smart n beautiful
byron is turning into a handsome man
there both striving so well
u should be a very proud dad

two of ur friends got engaged
there so cute n its exciting news
i hope they live a life of happiness
i know u would feel the same to

ur brother misses u the most
hes coping the best he can
he misses u as much as i do
he was ur biggest fan

ur neighbors n friends
also stop by ur page
reminiscing about the good times
the laughter n good chatter ud engage

thank-god for all the music
its a good way to deal with pain in life
cause without u here with us
its like eating steak without a knife

im over trying to understand
i feel ur in a happier place
you had ur own reasons
your demons u finally faced

but in a couple days
ur birthday we will celebrate
the big thirty seven u turn
teasing u old man woulda been great

your always in our hearts
in our thoughts forever jay
so while ur up in heaven...
smile...cause its ur birthday :)

http://youtu.be/Qy1LXL0606Q


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 | Free verse | |

Goodbye My Friend

Sometimes you must take a second look.
What you might've seen may have been written in a book.
The memories, the truths.
The starlight, the booth.
We took pictures of that day.
That day we were okay.
But today is anew.
Everything we've been through.
Thrown away like a wrapper.
Blown up like a sapper.
Every thing you've said a lie.
The lies flown into my very own eye.
One day I will, we will all die.
Don't cry.
Flourish the past.
Embrace the future.
The world keeps turning.
The sun keeps burning.
Whether you're there or not.
Look at what you've got.
Money is just a virtue.
That you should've knew.
What do you have when the world keeps turning?
What do you know when the sun keeps burning?
All gone. All gone.
Have you enjoyed your life?
Did you apologize to your wife?
Did you say I love you to your kids?
I mean god forbid.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
My friend goodbye.
It's been a nice trip.
I'm sorry you had to slip...Away..



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 | Epitaph | |

That's Chuck, He's my Friend

What's that in your hand?. Let me see.. He said.
It's a picture; that`s Chuck; he is my friend... I said.
You pick your friends kinda young, don't you?... He said.
No, that was a long time ago. We were in college... I said.
I'd like to hear more about your pal Chuck... He said.

Okay... I met Chuck in New Paltz in `74... I said.
Oh, that's the pot smoking college, isn't it... He said.
Don't generalize, everyone's not the same... I said.
You're right. So tell me some more about Chuck... He said.
Okay, so you want the short version, or long one ... I said.
Whatever you like, I have plenty of time ... He said.

Well, this guy Chuck approaches me; he looks perplexed... I said.
So what was his issue. Why that look on his face... He said.
Chuck tells me "No one will stay with me in the room."... I said.
How odd is that? That doesn't make sense... He said.
You and I swing one way, Chuck swings the other. ... I said.
Now I see what the problem was; What did you do?... He said.
What do you think ? That doesn't bother me.... I said.

Hey, you want to hear a funny story? It's a side splitter... I said.
I've got time. I could use a good laugh right about now... He said.
Chuck had a 53 Schwinn bicycle, all chrome, red and white... I said.
You've got to be kidding me. I haven't seen one in years.... He said.
I'd hop on back. We`d go to town and chug down a few together... I said.
That's not funny. Where's the punchline? So what happened?... He said.
Well, one day Chuck failed a test and got super pissed off.... I said.
That's not funny either. You've got to do better than that.... He said.
He yanked on the handlebar so hard, he busted it clean in half... I said.
Wow ! Did they have "Funniest Home Videos" back then?... He said.

That's not all. We had so much fun together. There's more... I said.
Don't keep me in suspense. Lay it on me..... He said
There was this girl; unique with a special attribute.... I said.
What was so special? Three breasts instead of two?... He said.
No joke, her name was Madam Clittora! Enough said... I said.
I can't believe that. You gonna leave me hanging?... He said.

Anyway, shortly after that, I graduated. Chuck was younger.... I said.
So what happened to Chuck? Good friends keep in touch... He said.
We saw him two years later. We visited With his family, was nice... I said.
Ever see them again? You shouldn't desert a friend.... He said. 
You're right. But things don't always pan out... I said.
So what does that mean? You both seemed quite close.... He said.

I was married at the time with a lot of responsibilities... I said.
So that's no excuse. You should've kept in touch... He said.
After that, I didn't. Time changes things. Wasn't intentional.... I said.
So is there more to this story? There's got to be more... He said.
Oh, there is. Time moves on. 35 years later... I said.

It's 2010 and out of the blue, I think of my old pal Chuck... I said.
So you didn't forget him after all, but almost... He said.
It's a gamble, Chuck Drzal was in the phonebook; I called... I said.
Good for you. You took a chance, renewed a friendship... He said.
You're right. Just like old times. `74 again. What a feeling... I said.
So what happened next. Tell me quick, can't wait... He said.

We talked off and on, old times and new things; it was good... I said.
So it sounds like things are really working out for you guys... He said.
We saw Chuck, in the summertime; looked good for 52... I said.
Hey that's great news; Is there more to the story?... He said.

A little more... His friend died the day after we saw him... I said.
Oh, bummer. Sorry to hear that. How`s Chuck now?... He said.
Called him in November. His diamond ring was stolen... I said.
Wow ! That's a real downer. Did they catch the bastard?... He said
No !... I said.

There's got to be more than that. Call him since then?... He said..
Yeah... but... I called twice... he never answered the phone... I said.
Well, I hope you find out how he is doing?... He said.
I did. Saw his obit a few days ago. He died November 17th... I said.
 
 He looked at me. A tear rolled down his cheek... He said nothing..
I looked at him. Couldn't speak, all choked up.... I said nothing.
He looked at me. Gave me a hug, turned and walked away.
I yelled to the universe... "That's Chuck, he's my friend!"


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ghost I Knew

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


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 | Rhyme | |

Goodnight

Is life worth a try?
Would I be living a lie?
If I smile, would it break?
If I laugh, would it be fake?
I see the tears from the sky and me
See how self doubting I can be
The feeling of damp grass
The moment that's bound to last
The ways I could wash away
All the people who have gone astray 
Is it me to blame?
When can my feelings be tame?
Why is this world so dark?
When can I actually make a mark?
The tears all fall down
Ive been given a permanent frown 
Standing out is not a choice
Cant risk screaming with my voice
The sky is now dark blue
How many insults were true?
I wish I could be pure
They all hate me, I'm sure 
All eyes watch me every move
So much that i want to prove
why do i still put up a fight?
Why shouldn't i just say goodnight?
i don't have anyone to miss
could death give me a dark ending kiss?
Is there a reason for me to be here?
I all i can feel is numbing fear
I just want to feel the sun shine
To feel happiness throughout my spine
But that is just a dream
That will float away with my desperate scream
Help is the word i always say
I ask for it everyday
And what do i get?
I pile full of regret
I think it's time
To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Romanticism | |

UNHEARD SPEECH TO A PUDDLE, LONG TIME AGO

1
Puddle, swallow me in your 
archaic and gracious depths.
I’ve been roaming through
my city and its veins
with no oceanic nor 
dry eyes to salute to,
with no raw rapid river nor
traffic sign to guide me.

2
Their gods are angry at me, 
puddle;
they now know -and not before- I have mocked
their rituals and broken their now transparent
and blood-ebon core. They´re angry at me,
puddle.

3
Release me from my self-put chains
Release me from these empty bonds
of mine,
from this modern and boring-to-watch Greek tragedy.

Save me, puddle;
sing to my haze under the red coldness 
of the moon
and to my solitude under the fire on the petrified 
willow.

4
I often walk through destroyed
statues,
with flesh and vines
touching the new light,
parasites of the old shadow 
upon them.

I stare, and the copper-covered statue
blinds me with the reflection
of the wicked
sun
through the tortuous
morning mist.

5
There are
only 
my dreams
in the mist,
and
my silhouette
dressed
as a man.

6
Please puddle,
let
my feet
touch gently
your first drops,
and so on
until
my figure
is wet
in the ocean
and
my neck
is hanged
from 
the sky.

I’ll be able to swim towards the calm shore,
and rest in that land,
in the half-wet half-dry sand,
in a pain-free limbo.

Time will pass by,
and I will have forgotten
my human cover.
But just after my eyes clarify,
I will be forced to leave
the snow that had surrounded me,
and I will  have to return to my core
and to the chaos I lived in. 

And even if chaos won’t let me do it,
I will keep
trying to kiss it.


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 | Abecedarian | |

Gone

Gone
After your last breath I was defeated,
Body, soul and spirit taken down.
Caressing memories became my new world,
Drowning in the past was solid ground.
Everything you did from start to finish,
Following me in my dreams so clear.
Great to know the time we had together
Harboured solace in my heart, sweet dear.
Innocence; the name of our beginning,
Joined as one we never were apart.
Kempt; seemed to be our life together,
Laughter always flowing from the heart.
Moments I shall keep in memories arc.

Nails like daggers pierced the world we started,
Offering us comfort, could no man.
Pain struck from the thought of being parted,
Quietly my darling took a stand.
Right down to the last he did not waver,
Standing tall and giving his vast love.
Tremendous was his courage as he traveled
Under wings of Angels brought above.
Veiled in sadness moving gently forward
Waiting for the sun to drown the rain.
Xanthic was the color of his golden hair
Yearning now to see it once again.
Zaps me at the thought of it my friend.

Written 08.29.2014
Brenda Meier-Hans 
1st


Details | Free verse | |

Checkers

If I could go back
For just a day
Even just a few hours
I would set up the board
Put each checker in it's place
I would see
Really see
Grandpa across the table
Him with his furrowed brow.
I would be less concerned 
Less focused on winning
I would relish his laugh
Listen carefully to his tales
Record them 
indelibly on my mind's eye
Combining
Past
Present
Future
I would see 
The eccentricities of me
Passed on in perpetuity 
His playfulness
The keenness of his former mind 
Before the disease stole what was left behind
With each play the minutes would pass
I would take my time
Make them last
There would be questions to ask
Sadly the time is gone
The board has been put away
It's a game I no longer play
It was our special thing
He left long ago
On angels wings
Yet one day
When this 
Life has passed
He will be there and I will ask
"Set up the board
It's time to play.
We can take our time
We have all day."






Details | Verse | |

O, Dry Your Glistening Tears

God has them in his arms All the children and their heroes O, the tragedy of New town My heart is broken . . . I weep and pray for the little ones And those who died with them And even those who survived Each day a reliving pain . . . Mourned throughout the world The grief and suffering unbearable God, it is so hard to fathom the evil My heart is bleeding tears . . . All those babies and the adults Safe within Heavens gate now Each with delicate and beautiful wings Angels shining bright . . . I pray for their families and friends There is no answer to the question why You can ask forever and never know This existence borrowed time . . . God, is our world so hopeless and evil That our babies must die, needlessly And those who try to protect them O, dry your glistening tears . . . In memory of Charlotte, Daniel Olivia, Josephine, Ana, Dylan, Madelaine Catherine, Chase, Jesse, James, Grace, Jack, Noah, Caroline Jessica, Avielle, Benjamin, Allison, Emilie and Rachel, Lauren, Mary, Victoria, Dawn, and Anne Verse December 23, 2012 For The Contest, In Memory Of . . . Angels Of Heaven


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.



Details | Free verse | |

Wondering

Time makes me wonder.
The lack of it, does too.
Why is the Earth where it is? 
Why are we standing on it? ...
What is that thing makes each of us, us?
What happens to it when we stop breathing?
Do we just become part of Earth, and watch everything happen?
Do we move to an other planet and adopt an other body?
Do we free ourselves, and fly around?
I imagine the friend I lost, sitting next to me.
Is he here, sharing this joint with me? ... 
Do we stop existing? Staring at the stars, my ignorance becomes obvious to myself.

Does earth shine?
I wonder.
Do we shine as they [The stars] do?
will I ever know?
Time will grant me with the answers, I asure my self.

The smoke is hidding the moon.
I imagine I'm free.
I'm flying around. I'm one with the Earth, and he [My friend] is here with me.
I can see myself from the sky, staring at the hidden moon...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Alzheimers Ward and Lost Memories

Cavernous warehouse filled to the rafters
With all of my memories; forgotten laughter
Boxes unmarked, heavily taped, a dusty cluttered mess
Haphazard narrow walkways disappear into the dark abyss

Before I came to this wretched place…
Horrid, medicinal, cloying reek meant only to replace
The stench of slowing dying, tormented oblivious souls
With nothing left but ruined bodies growing old

Before I was connected to every nuance of life and time
Quick to answer, practiced whit, and wisdom so sublime
Then my faculties were stolen; no longer able to connect
With simple tasks and simpler thoughts; only distant regret
Yet helpless to light the fires of what I needed most
With, you’ll have to forgive me…all of these old ghosts

If only time is kind and my few lucid moments don’t betray
I have some business to attend to before I go away
Within this darkened warehouse I search with rheumy eyes
For the precious engraved golden tin; inside it holds my prize:
His well-worn wrinkled picture, for years it’s been misplaced
Finally I see the golden tin amidst the gloom of this space

As I reach to gently cradle his memory within my gnarled hands
Unkempt hairs stick to my face in tangled matted strands
I trace his lovely youthful face, his precious loving grin
Without him I have been so lost; a prisoner within

The present seems so oppressive
Without the will to live
My body quickly failing, but now I fear no more
For I have found a fragment of the girl I was before
And at the very end, fate has been so kind
To replace his memory within my heart and fragile broken mind

Now I will go to meet my beloved and leave this frail place
To gain his presence once again and behold his lovely face
All of this confusion and despair to ever leave behind
And I will meet him at the gate; his wonderful grin to match in kind.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dusty Memories

amidst my walls
a discolored rose
a wedding photo
a collection of memories
 
a discolored rose
a moment of mourning
as fragile as life
 
a wedding photo
of lovers once parted
united in the beyond
 
a collection of memories
coalesce together
a collage of juncture
 
 
 
 i found this form online and wanted to experiment with it...
 
Trimeric
Trimeric \tri-(meh)-rik\ n: a four stanza poem in which the first stanza has four lines and 
the last three stanzas have three lines each, with the first line of each repeating the 
respective line of the first stanza.  The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.


Details | Free verse | |

The Strand

This expanse of land has seen things. 
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.

This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand. 

It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon. 

This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.

T.K


Details | Free verse | |

Portrait of Abandoned Landscape

wind blew with the strength like a monster on that night.
a creepy sounds ,roar in every corner haunting each ears of those alive.
a big blast pushing each shanties that it passed by, wrecked and destroyed.
the strongest surge came to orphaned  a lot of souls,
left  thousands  breathless cadavers scattered when the sun arose.
a trembling sounds of  widow cries for the love that's lost.
on her arms hold the body of her baby ,died in the flood.
an old lady look for a shade to hide, faintedly starving.
another man  screaming for his family buried in mud.
a five-year old girl looks for her siblings,her mom and dad.
wounded civilians, dead people and hungry souls, 
washed away by the most deadliest storm.
one beautiful paradise, a haven to everyone with life,
has become a wide grave of people sleeping in Sheol.
a broad lawn for a broken hearts, wounded souls.
the sun shines only to dry the tears from their eyes.
and the wind blew consoling a child flying his kite.



** 1st Place Winner in SKAT A.'s Contest : Saddest Landscape **


Details | ABC | |

In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.


in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


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 | Light Poetry | |

Seasons in the Sun

We used to be young, and dreams where free
We used to wish for love, and run without a care
And now the seasons change so fast
The leaves they fall, they never last

We had our wine, we had good times
The days of spring, filled the air
Love was young, and filled our hearts
We had are dreams, seasons in the sun

We used to dance, pretty girls at the fair
Under starry nights, we reached for the moon
Now is time to say good bye
Think of me, times end too soon

The flowers will bloom, and hearts will always weep
But I have run out of seasons, run out of time
Too much wine, I leave lost hopes, nothing left to keep
We shared good times, and now the seasons have all gone

I was dressed in black, for this last dance 
I drank from the glass of love for a final time
Prey for me, as I fade away
Our memories linger, as the children play


Details | Prose | |

Her day is done

In the Memory of Maya Angelou

 Her Day is Done

 Her day is done
 Is done
 The news came on the wings of a wind, reluctant to carry its burden.
 Maya Angelou’s day is done.
 The news, expected and still unwelcome, reached us in Africa, and suddenly our world became somber.
 Our skies were leadened

 Her day is done.
 We see you, American people standing speechless at the slamming of that final door through which no traveler returns.
 Our spirits reach out to you Blacks, the whites, Chinese, Caucasian of American born
 We think of you as you have lost a Mother , a daughter, a grandmother, a poet, your one more wonder of the world.

 In her work she reflected wisdom which she shared among many
 From the book ‘ I know why Caged Birds sing’ she made us believe
 Her poems left scars of inspiration
 I know you remember “still I rise”
This made us believe that we are stronger and we have a light in us,
 which no one can dim.
 And we can rise in whatever situation we find ourselves

 Now we know that no sun outlasts its sunset, but it will rise again and bring the dawn.
 We mourn at the loss of the people’s poet, the iron lady of literature
 Tears will forever remain, though we move on but the hole death drilled in our hearts will remain

 We will not forget you, we will not dishonor you, we will remember and be glad that you lived among us, that you taught us, and that you loved us all.

 Written by Maya Angelou and Tawona M Ranganawa


Details | Rhyme | |

An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | ABC | |

To My Mother RIP

We've had our differences, we've had our fights,
Now you're gone, yet I’m doin alright.
A month and ten days it'll be four years,
I miss you mom, and I wish you were here.
It was crazy times and a war,
But I still wish you were here and we'd party at the bar.
I think of you often and miss your voice,
But it's not like we had any other choice.
One day we shall meet again,
And who knows... Maybe next time we could be friends.

Love you. R.I.P. Teresa Marie Reese (8/13/1964-8/18/2009)


Details | Narrative | |

Vesper

Her eyes, though once bright, are cloudy,
Shrunken and fragile the form
That long was brimful of vigor
And a will to outlast life's storms.
She stares past a blank horizon
Through a door that I do not know;
The colors she sees are mem'ries,
Scents and sounds of the long ago.

A kaleidoscope of faces
Turns merry-go-round in her mind;
While trees out her window whisper
Soft lullabies long left behind.
The sound of my cheery greeting 
Draws her back to this metal room,
Away from a creaking rocker
And her mama's sweet, gentle croon.

If is not my name she whispers
As I bend down to kiss her cheek,
But a name more dear than ever
Mine was is the name that she speaks.
"Papa," the feeble voice quavers.
I'm no more a part of her world;
The grandma that soothed my sorrows
Is once again Papa's wee girl.


Details | Quatrain | |

Gone But Not Forgotten

I remember it now
Not all, but enough
To understand how
I am afraid to accept love

Because some love hurts
Especially the kind you gave
The kind nobody deserves
The kind that plants the seed of hate

It matters little if you feel remorse
Your guilt could never ease my pain
The damage you did cannot be reversed
I still wear the residue of shame

And you will never have my forgiveness
My hatred will be your only companion
As you lie upon your deathbed
Feeling frightened and abandoned

You still won't even have my pity
Pathetic as you are
All you will ever be is what you did to me
As I will always bear these ugly scars


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 | Free verse | |

ONCE UPON A LIFETIME

ONCE UPON A LIFETIME

I came unaware; a heartbeat 
comfortable in place 
forced onto existence 
on a starry night 
before the light began.

time opened up 
and reality flew by
on a memory tapestry
Interwoven signed and
sealed as a solitary life 

from the beginning
to the end, all was  
destined to be remembered
by thoughts alone
creations of vanity
shared in a connected 
cosmic consciousness 
we can only guess at.

CAK 3-25-2013


 SYNOPSIS

From birth to death
Life is a creation of unknown origin
intertwined and interrelated
with all earthly things.
existing in the end,
only in memory


Details | I do not know? | |

My Life Story - Part 1 - The Early Years

Well I was born a bouncin' baby boy,

On June 23rd in Danville Illinois. ( Ill-i-noy - the s is silent)

 

My mom will never forget that special date,

Back in the year of '68.

 

Another birth in September of '70,

Ending in heart-wrenching tragedy.

 

My sister would've been my friend and pal,

But she didn't make it through the birth canal.

 

I would've been her big brother just two years older,

Mom was heart broken - didn't get to hold her.

 

Trying to write this is making me cry,

I can't stop thinking "Why God? Why?

 

Why did you take this bundle of love?

Did you need another angel above?

 

Well something good happened in August '72,

My mom married the only dad I ever knew.

 

I may not be of his own flesh and blood,

But he still called me "Son" and "Bud".

 

My dad adopted me and gave me the family name.

He treated us all one and the same.

 
- Love you mom ! -

- In loving memory of my sister (08/25/1970) also

- In loving memory of my dad (07/08/1947 - 01/16/2005)

I started this poem with the intentions of making it part of a

My Life Story collection of poetry. I'm not sure if I will continue

on with this intention or not. Should I decide to continue on with

My Life Story, the next stage will be concerning my childhood - and

the problems I went through as a young child.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old School Building

The old school building from childhood
Changed now ~a nursing home
Laughter echoes "pon the warm breeze
Children some now don't roam

Years separated me from here
The building has improved
The grounds are much the same as then
Gone are see-saws that moved

Gone is the fun merry-go-round
Where accidents happened
Life as a whole has surely changed
Thinking of those actions

Life sometimes goes full circle
This school from years bygone
Ancestors whose offsprings in home
Once lived, learned, and moved on


Details | Rhyme | |

Bahrain in Blood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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







Details | Tanka | |

Fishing in Black Sea

Fishing in Black Sea
We found the old emeralds
The tears of lovers
In hope to cover the Earth:
Adorno`s  imperative


Details | Free verse | |

with shoes on feet

a grab-and-run pack
a small survival sack
with one set of clothes for spouse and self
passports, a file with just few mails
an old diary with addresses to contact
in England, Finland, and Switzerland

and some currency notes
couple of thousands
in rupees that does not stretch
like the American dollars
they were what i needed most

as the pogrom was in progress
in my Tamil homeland
while i always went to bed
with shoes on my feet


Details | Ballad | |

WHEN I 'M GONE

The dawning of the sun 
And the cry of the ocean 
The blooded-like rays of the sunset 
Full of loneliness and casted by scarlet 

The fall of the leaves 
Someone will soon to leave 
In the midst of the darkest place 
I feel the warmth of an embrace 

I am being used throughout the years 
Now searching for pure love tears 
I can hear now the march of the battalion 
The mark of my ruination 

I am longing to see this paradise 
Where my sun used to rise 
I misses the sweetest scents of the flowers 
While singing the lyrics of the proverbs 

By the love vested by my birth land 
My time comes to its end 
For that butterfly says goodbye 
My loveliest tears for my love before I 'll die


Details | Narrative | |

How Hard Could it Be Part 1

How hard could it be to take my first step?

“Come to mommy, you can do it.”

“Oh you're home. Hon, look at him go.”

As I take another step, he picks me up.

He hugs me tight but gently and kisses me on the cheek.

I feel so safe, loved and happy. Perhaps that's how it was.

(I really don't remember back that far.)


How hard could it be, my first day at school.

My mom meets me at the front door of the building,

hugs me and says, “How was your first day? Did you have fun today?”

He comes home after a hard day at work and mom says,

“Hi Hon, it was Den’s first day of school.”

He picks me up in his strong arms and says,

“I knew you could do it.” A hug and a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to learn how to drive a car or a truck?

“Den, come with me. Let's take a short ride down the road.”

We both climb up into Dad's blue 1955 Chevy pickup.

He stops on the back road, gets out, comes around and says, “Scoot over. It's

your turn.”

I start the engine, push in the clutch, shift and we start out slowly.

I'm nervous, I speed up, clutch in, shift again.

Oh crap, I shifted into reverse, truck stopped abruptly and backfired.

Dad looks at me, “But you did it.“ He hugs me, a kiss on the cheek.


How hard could it be to go away to college?

I'm so glad she has a phone so I can call my mom and dad.

“Hi Den, how are things going? You've got a B average.

That's great. I knew you could do it. I love you, see you soon.”

“You met a girl? What's her name? Wow, see you soon. I love you”

“You want to marry her? Big step; in Holland? Okay, we love you.”

How hard could it be to have a family?

“Oh, it's a girl. Mireille, that's a nice name.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“Another girl, Michelle, that's a nice name too.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“You finally had a boy, Michael, good choice.” Hug and a kiss.

Birthdays, holidays, weekends, visits back and forth, phone calls.

He loves them all, unconditionally. Hugs and kisses all around.


How hard could it be as life goes on?

He watches them grow up, get married and have children.

He loves them all, unconditionally, hugs and kisses all around.

We take short trips and mom and Dad go with us now and then.

We go camping and mom and Dad visit us now and then.

Every time you left, hugs and kisses all around. Always, “See you soon.”


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 | 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 | Ballad | |

The Ibis episode

The Ibis Episode

Today I walked into my garden
To give our dog attention
{Now he’s a dog so big and strong
I guess this I should mention}
And then my eyes, rested upon
This bird, a sacred Ibis
Which made me worry quite a bit
Cause my pond was filled with fish.

This big birds strutted round the place
He could not seem to fly
But I knew that if my Boy caught him
The poor bird well might die
So I was in a quandary
As to what I well might do
So I put the dog into the house
So I could think thing s through

I walked up to the mulberry tree
{He was perched upon a limb}
And I really got quite close to him
And softly spoke to him
He didn’t seem to mind at all
But then, he flew away
It seems he wasn’t hurt at all
Which really made my day.











Details | Rhyme | |

In A Hotel Room

Why did they go? They always go,
Whether they saw me I simply don’t know,
They’re here for a night and then go away,
And leave me behind, all alone I must stay,
And wait for the loved ones to whom I belong,
But I’ve been waiting now for ever so long,
I’m starting to think that they’ll never return,
But I remember those faces so full of concern,
On the day that I fell into the old hotel pool,
I never did master swimming at school,
But somehow I pulled myself out from the deep,
And came back to this room where my parents did sleep,
My Mother’s blue eyes had turned red with her tears,
Just as any mother’s whose child disappears,
I don’t understand why they just didn’t see,
That I was standing there just where I should be,
Then they were gone, leaving me here in this room,
Sometimes full of life, sometimes cold as the tomb,
Why did they go? They always go.


Details | Rhyme | |

Live To Be Timeless

They say that life is short

With different lengths for everyone 

Some are gone before they start living

And some before they are done


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


With a path on each side

Motionless at a crossroads

Not knowing which step

Would lessen the load


Do it tomorrow

Leave it til later

Put it off for now

The stalling gets greater


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


How can I live

Without having regret

And be content

On the day I meet death


Tomorrows troubles 

Still far away

Takes away my happiness

And my smiles for today


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


Plans that are large

The height of one's dreams

Could distance you from the now

Then the now can't be seen


The night follows the day

As the day follows the night

Try and live in each

Of the moments in sight


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


I may be taken tomorrow 

My life could disappear

Not afraid of tomorrow

I'll handle it when it's here


But today I'm alive

And I've overcome my fears

And I'll reach for that star

Every day of all my years


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


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 | 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 | Lyric | |

Do Not Delay

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Tattered curtains in the wind
A path you soon rescind
Echoes of silence in the halls
Shadows dance upon the walls
Her door off its frame
Search, call her name
Terror brings you to your knees
Your gut twisting with unease

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Screams burn outside
The attack worldwide
Determined to find her
Afraid of what may occur
Heart breaks at the thought
When nearby a gun is shot
Running wild in the night
Praying it’ll be alright

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Words still engraved
Your soul enslaved
Memories on your mind
Apocalypse of mankind
Her love you dearly miss
The unforgettable last kiss
Feeling her last breath
As she welcomed death

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray
Remember that day 
When she faded away
When you were unable to say
What your heart wish to convey


Details | Free verse | |

March 19

Mama….it’s today
The chalendar shouts it
Today
13 years ago..you breathed your last
And I still see you in dreams
And I still miss you, Mama

I’m sitting here
In front of the screen 
Wondering….what it would be like
To see your smile again
Wondering if you’d be proud of my work
I write, Mama
I write poetry
But you knew that,
You didn't know how many people 
Have read my work and like it!
You always believed in me
And you knew that one day
I’d make it as a writer
And you made me promise
To always sign my maiden name
After everything I write
I do, Mama
It’s there
After every poem I write

I’m crying, Mama
I’m crying
I miss you so much
You made me who I am
I’m just another reflection of the 
Woman
In love with words
In love with life
In love with people
The teacher
The well respected Bible scholar
The one with a caring heart whom
Everyone adored...

And then MS had to come along
And ruin everything
And change our happy dreams
Into nightmares of losing you
Blood
Stiches
Broken bones
Burns
I saw it all, Mama
As I was growing up…
I saw it all
And I died a million deaths
Waiting for the time that you would go
And you left, Mama
You left me

You prayed to go
To be free from your wheelchair
He heard…
He answered…
And you are asleep in Him now
Waiting for the trumpet call
When you will be awaked from your slumber
Free….
Your smile no longer crooked
Your body no longer bent
Your voice beautiful again...
How you mourned the loss of your voice, Mama
You will sing again…
You will run and dance
And pick flowers
And I will be there, Mama
When you awake up..
I will be there to hold you and kiss you
And thank you for giving me life
And making me who I am
But for now…Mama,
I need to cry
I miss you…

March 19 is always a reminder
Of what I’ve missed all these years
A mother beside me
To guide me and love me
And to tell me that everything 
Everything is going to be Ok in the end
But I carry you in my heart
Now and forever…
You are with me, Mama
I love you!
I'll see you on the other side!
Where there will be no more death
No more crying or sickness or pain
No more MS!
Only joy...
March 19 will be no more
Only eternity!!!!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Isaiah 57: 1 & 2- The righteous perish,
    and no one takes it to heart;
the devout are taken away,
    and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
    to be spared from evil.
2 Those who walk uprightly
    enter into peace;
    they find rest as they lie in death.


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


Details | Rhyme | |

Last Goodbye

Pages of my life turn by
Pictures in my mind survive
Memories in my heart flow
The chapters with you are closed

Children all grown with children of their own
Houses from small to big to small were home
Living was filled with laughter and tears
Days passed so quickly into years

God Bless the day I first met you
With one look I always knew
You were the one I loved, you were made for me
Now I am left with our precious memories

Those days when bills went unpaid
But somehow we always managed to save
That old Chevy that had to last one more year
Our first home our first child erased all our fears

We had each other and we were strong
Together we thrived, life was our song
I stand by your grave with misty eyes
I close our book with my last goodbye.






Details | Blank verse | |

RELIVE MY YOUTH

In a cobwebbed dusty corner in a dark attic void of light. Holds the essence of my being thr menories i hold dear. That's brought me where i am today and still nuture my fear.The dolls and movies and magazines the records scarred with age.The tiny five years diary.My private dreams on every page.Mememtoes from vacations packed full of summer fun.Post cards from distant places of trips not yet begun birthday cards and tickets stubs.Treasures dear to only me of value to non but I.There worth prejudged so long ago cherished till the day i die.Every scrap of paper,every letter packed awayholds a very special memory that's with me everyday.And i'll keep that part of my life with me always.Asmy life goes on and years begin to show strain i'll always have a place i can go to relive my youth again.


Details | Free verse | |

Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


Details | Rhyme | |

She has gone

Standing there alone at the graveyard
Calling yearning memories of the past
Can't stop his tears , that's truly hard
She has gone , What a dote didn't last!

Shrouded by thoughts , downcast eye
Her voice is still beating in his ear
She was singing like a bird under the clear sky
When he played harp and waterfall was near

Can't forget these hoary promises to be together
On good and bad , To make love their guide
He just wanna say he will be loyal forever
Until his soul meets her on the other side


By: A. Badr


Details | Rhyme | |

The Right to Die

The train comes through each night here
Six and eight and nine o' clock
With a horn so loud we're accustomed now 
To pausing when we talk

A stroke of horrid luck
Has turned these tracks dark red before
And the conductors' hands still tremble 
And in their heads the breaks still roar

And every single dismembered figure
Made the first responders cry
But they were not all an accident 
Some went to the tracks to die

Like the weary man with lung cancer 
Who didn't want to drown
Like the aids patient who found the strength 
To lay his wasted body down

Like the girl who fought leukemia
And was losing all too slowly 
She left her wheel-chair at the park
And prayed to God the train was rolling

It's from the morphine legislation
With only rights to pull the plug 
When hope is gone the pain goes on
Regardless of the drugs 

It's true we have the right to live 
And we can fight to stay alive 
But it's not over till it's over
Cause we don't have the right to die 

By 
Kyle Ezra Kriticos


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


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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


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Cold Shadows of Subconscious

Cold shadows form
Blacker bars from locked window
Fall upon the remaining light and I
Wake caged memories as animals
Metaphors arouse the senses
Silence louder grips regret
And all I can do
Is think to run
But, instead I again hold on tighter
To my waning sanity
No signs insist on warning
Moments like rocks are falling
Always continue to pile up images within
That now stirs the soup thick dark 
And begin to play out
An unspeakable act 
Every year upon this very day
I watch from balconies, stuck 
In tragedies portrayed
And now I see…
What I forgot
Mother, lying
Covered about her sins
Beneath, I’m a child crying
Guilt turning always finds its way 
Around the coo-coo clock
Of hands and helpless
To time’s army, life’s ending, ticking, plot
If, but for an instance
I could be free
Free from what
A reality without her
And her needed love
When is enough, enough!
Please, subconscious just let me go…
And I promise
I’ll keep on… going and forgetting


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SWEET TASTE OF LOVE In memory of Linda-marie Sweet-heart

To the family of Linda (may she RIP), 
I am a fellow poet on PoetrySoup.com. That is where I had met Linda. She was a great inspiration to me as a fledgling poet.  In December 2012 I ran a contest on PoetrySoup.com, using my newly created poetry form, Suzette Prime, as the subject of the contest. Linda's poem was one of the first place winners. 
I have published a number of poetry volumes and am currently compiling a book dedicated to Suzette Prime poetry. I, hereby, respectfully request your permission to include Linda's poem in this volume, to be featured together with the other first place winners. If you so wish, I could use her full name: Linda-Marie Bariana. 

SWEET TASTE OF LOVE In memory of Linda-marie Sweet-heart sweet taste of true love is divine essence sprinkled from heavenly skyline by angels thin line severs love hate resonates heart dagger thrusts --- love conquers life if hearts remain faithfully as the golden arch shatters dreams caged in death © 2012 Linda-marie Bariana


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Memories

Life quickly passes us by
We reflect where  memories lie
Good and bad times  come and go
Like summer rain and fleeting snow.

As years grow old memories fade
New ones are born and old ones laid
Passing of time is like the blink of an eye
In heart and mind fond memories lie.

Season will come and seasons  go
Like the summer rain and  fleeting snow
 The memories will never fade
We only cherish  memories made.



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The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede


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Lonesome Tragedy

Name: Rightful Jack
Date: 08/11/1934

Dear Reader:

I see the lonesome, washed up, tragedy...
My people, the children, meant nothing to them...
Sacrifice my palms with the blood of one thousand sons...
Analytic substances, known as the air we breathe...
There is no longer peaceful currents, the sea is now a liquid black...
The storms were greasy, the fires were oblique, every word was bled...
They always perceived error in our effort...
But no harlequins were in our already dead, hellish survival...
No one else can be held liable...
The undeniable stench of the deceased mothers...
One man regurgitates his bowl of slop...
Another procreates his remedies of the red drenched taupe...
I love this poem :')


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LAND, FREEDOM,NATIONAL DIGNITY

this poem is about an assasination of a political leader in my country 'Tunisia'
may he rest in peace


From circles of spoon hiding honey in your cafe cream skin
rise the smell of workers,bees and caffeine ...
From the bread of  golden wheat,humming:our LAND is fertile
rise your sunny morning smile ...
 
FREEDOM is your will to cross the street
riding the blue morning wind...red roses grow under your feet
who  has never seen a clear sky,never let the doves on their own,
who has not seen you,dump his face in the dirt like sheep do
 
I have seen wolves hiding among sheep that day
Cowardice in both is the one who kill you
NATIONAL DIGNITY: I cry on crows to go away
your body left to feed the earth, never saying Adieu
 
I don't believe in gods, neither shepherd's rule
their justice is soaked with blood and wool
when all sheep learn that there's no difference between
the shepherd and the wolf : they will learn also
the LAND, FREEDOM, and NATIONAL DIGNITY.


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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?


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Soonn Deux

On the sands of time

How will his feet print on the sands of time?
The query he is so bothered to ask
Emirates, ere hit and run dashes his rhyme
And creates deep holes of vast pending task.

Will those little lights yet glow when he’s gone?
Or will they die off when he’s in that hole?
This, he meditates in his deepest lone,
Scribbles verse, should unexpected grips whole.

Placer orb was where he conceived this tongue;
Whence his momentary opt to torch the ground
Ere it will be too late to dong a gong-
Then the planet will guest still air of sound.

For the world abrupt visitors, he scribes
This anon writ, ere God sends His un-bribes.

©A.O, 4/3/2014.


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Shadow Attention Stalking

A claim from me of your shadow is the attention of my own, and when you point to mine as well we then become the same. Should this then be justified, to move our selves to this? I will say yes if through it we quell the line of intent those forms expel. Does quell then lead us as if we've moved? at last transparent in sight and in mood? with memory to move by what attentions grasp, and already again we start to maintain a past. See, there is more to the abstract then memory or sex, or leading attention to forms of the next. Or even the lines which bring form to the scape for the witness towards constructs of worlds where we meet. It's more then our knowing of your memory and leadings, and far more then the affect put forth from proceedings. or the memory of action of you within another... already abstracted, and unknown still abstracting. There is more to the abstract then sound, memory, movement or sex... or even the act of bringing our attention to the next. Merge with me, least we still become these shadows.


Details | I do not know? | |

i remember love

i remember the dark night sky filled with small orbs of light.
i remember a second sun rising in the hushed ashes of the night.
i remember the haunting echos of a lonesome a song of beauty.  
and your voice bouncing  with laughter and joy.
i remember smell of the climbing, wild ivy.
i remember soft gazes at the dancing lake.
i remember your hand gently placed in mine, warm and soft. 
even now that you are not here with me or with any one,
i will remember your love, in my heart forever.
 in this life time, any life time.


                       ( by august about rainbow girl)


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Purgatory Chasm

The autumn leaves crinkle beneath my feet
Their radiant colors dulled
I see the reds and yellows as vibrant as they were
The last time we came here together.

I hold you in my hands,
The way you held me when I was a child.
Your urn jostles softly as I scale the cliff
To our favorite spot.

I open it up, and look at you one last time.
Bits of bone sprinkled in the ash,
Like the time we came here after the first snow fall,
The defiant leaves of abundant autumn
Refusing to be masked by light dusting.

Off the tip of the rock,
I turn the urn,
You flow out over our favorite hike,
As you would have wanted.
We pass through this trail
One last time.


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I choose to forgive

Dad died, i know what killed him
It was envy from another man
A man who still lives
A man who has boys like me
And girls so beautiful like my sister
I chose to do it just like that
Sending my father to the grave
With poison 
He thought none would know
But guilt struck him
Until it was too hard to bear
He run into another life
Of another young man 
And murdered him too
The village knew
They wanted to kill him
I felt like joining them
But 
I chose not
But to watch him stay and be tormented
By his sin and malice
That was not enough 
I understand that good haunts bad
I chose to forgive him
And love him
I shook hands
With my devil
And now even when 
I walk like an orphan 
I am happy that 
I forgave
The man who killed 
My precious dad 



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A Hospital Stay Part IV

                                                                  4.

                                                        The Slippage

All through the night of the day when the madness began
Fever comes to visit me.
In bed immobile,
Sheets dampen beneath my filthy hair
Shivering/Burning     Shivering/Burning
The night creeps on towards dawn
And no sleep preceeds it.

When at last it comes,
It marks the point at which
     Breathing becomes my sole occupation
     Tests define my days
     I and the medical machines
     Begin to merge.
New lines are attached daily;
Monitors, nutrients, fluids, blood.
In all directions they flow from me
Until my metal caretakers and I are so interconnected
That spongebathing becomes choreography.

     Meanwhile, outside
     Invisible killers roam at will,
     Dealing death and wounds
     Then moving on, like clouds across the sun.
     A seige mentality settles over the entire area
     The shadow of sudden, random death passes over all.

My personal shadow lies upon my lungs,
Quietly, steadily, pressing away my breath.

     The tests go on and on and on
     Blood is drawn 'til veins begin collapsing
     I feel like a prisoner of the Inquisition,
     Sustained solely by the spirit of those
     Good fortune makes my own:
     Wife, Children, Parents, Friends
     - All the best reasons, in short, to live -
     Never fail to help bear me up,
     Feeding me the honor of their concern.

     They fan me when I burn,
     Warm me as I shake with cold,
     Remind me of all the good
     Awaiting my return.

Then at last there fell the evil day
When they moved me back to the higher ward,
The place from which one usually does not return,
Chills washing me like Arctic waters,
Shaking like an epileptic
Fighting the mounting panic
As I gasp shallow breaths
Like a fish hauled aground.

Since that time I've seen it claimed
That suffocation brings the kindest death.

Whoever wrote that 
Had a strange view of kindness.

There followed a hard night of fear and confusion
That passed into a dawn I never saw nor felt.

At some undefined hour they wheel me back to Intensive,
As Gulliver's god slides off the wall ....
And everything comes to full stop.


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Elegy on an Autumn Day

Change comes sometime late August, a mellow feeling to the day;
A gentle sun, offering friendship, joins me walking in the lane.
Between defiant borders of late bloomers--proud yellow, maroon, and red--
Queen Anne's lace adds frilly softness to weed hardness, a smiling  feminine face.
The gardens yield up their richness, spilling ripe bounty from over laden arms.

Peaceful is the attitude autumn offers; a tender sadness trims the edge
Where silent stone markers gently gather beneath trees' reverent, flame-haloed heads.
The year is slowly dying . . . not fast gone like these quietly remembered,  the beloved dead.

September 10, 2014


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Whose Tragedy is it

I wonder if he knew
Before the impact
That his time was through
Or was he oblivious to the fact

Did he feel anything at all
When the metal was twisted
And the glass did fall
Or was his soul already lifted

Could he hear my mother gasping
Was he worried for her
Or did he not hear anything
I will never be sure

All I know is how we felt
At the loss of someone so great
At the hand that we were dealt
That tragic turn of fate

It was like a butcher’s knife
Straight to the heart
When you lost your life
A sad new journey we did start

The days go by slowly
The agony seeps in bit by bit
The tears make us not see
The irony of all of it

For we are now all in pain
And you can feel no more
Whose tragedy is it again?
I’m not sure anymore...


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A man called Bob

A man called Bob

I met a man some years ago
A man with so much soul
He was a Maori warrior
And he seemed so very whole
We used to play Guitar together
And we’d talk of mystic things
Whenever I think of my friend Bob
Such sadness does this bring.

Bob he was a ‘one off’ man
He stood there all alone
Most folk they just worshipped him
For never was he known
To hurt someone in anyway
With mouth or foolish act
He was a total ‘gentle man’
With courage, style and tact.

Old Bob, he taught me how to live
Though I’m not there quite yet
He died of cancer of the brain
And I will not forget
How I watched his essence leave his shell
On that day so long ago
Now in, my deepest vastest depths
A part of him does glow.

27 July 2013@0440hrs.



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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


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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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The Taj Mahal Of India

O Marvelous Mahal Abode of love with no equal Though I never saw you for real I can sense your power so surreal O Marvelous Mumtaz Your story life would never erase Your knight has you in eternal memory Such is willed as your glory O great edifice of love Seeing you I wish to be a dove Flying all over your structure As the one to admire each of your feature O life, shall you give me such an epic Shall my story be such a relic I pray to be as eternal as the Taj Mahal Glorified by my knight so in love with my boreal!


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Eternal Breath

As you lay sleeping
Entombed in the ground below
The memories of you come rushing in
Of the love you bestowed
Your laughter,
Your warm embrace,
Your breath upon my face
I linger in this tome of memories
Moments frozen in time -
It is here you will always live
And it is here you will never die-
Bound together by moments in time




                                                       Jan Cannon


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it isn't in the time

it isn't in the time, neither in the dream 
nor in the feeling's vagueness 
but it is to what uncertainty 
as well the ungovernable hopelessness 
- which here outline the notes 
of a forgetful page, like a mark 
will be going to melt away in the snow - 
nearlier fix themselves onto, it is to that 
you hand over, what of yourself 
the memories leave behind and what never 
admired you won't be able to gaze at 
anymore... but it's the instant 
it is the instant which snows of memories 
ancient and lost, ravagely fascinating 
memories, unforgettable emotions which 
bloodily plunge their cutting sword into 
your soul, and you, you aren't able to bear 
your bundle of rags and doubtful intents 
further on anymore, as under the dismayed 
light of the misted illuminance life vanishes


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My ageing consternation

My ageing consternation

I fears death that spares
Me when I am very young
Won't it ache me when
I have no teeth to chew and
Have feeble arms, legs... to move? 
 
*
** 
*
My heart is fallen
And about to burst my hope.
When will this silent
Thief snatch my soul to the Lord
When need not to see more corpse?

Contest: Aging
Sponsor: Black Eyed 
Susan


Details | I do not know? | |

ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH

     ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH
My destination's inner space.
Erasing things not meant to chase.
I'm holding dreams of you, but then,
when I must die, I'll live again.

You were the bait. Your daddy laughed.
Six hundred smiles and I was trapped.
Your photographs got tired of me,
but I still love each one I see.

There was a day I couldn't swim.
I drowned a while, my hope was slim.
At football games as I recall
I drowned one day in early Fall.

My tears are hidden in the sea,
mistakes I made were constantly.
Not being more than how I seem,
The day I died it killed a dream.

I've loved you on the beach down here,
It's Hollywood, in Floridear.
From Canada come all the lame
To live part of my sunshine game.

As seagulls dipped, I saw a girl
her name I cannot breath nor slur,
an rv killed her in her head,
she looks out windows like she's dead.

Now I must cry for her again,
And then I'll cry for you, my friend.
if life has anything to lose,
I'll lose it twice, so what's the use?
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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Another Night of Dread

It is dark and night outside my window,
and in the soundless, lit confines of my 
room I sit at my old, ivory desk 

cheerless

and anxious with dread for what the rest
of another night may bring.

My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that 
hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen,
covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. 

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, 
every seven days or so ruptures its seal 
and transforms into

a stinking and rancid cabbage

whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating 
until the entire, offensive beast is immediately 
uprooted from my body.

So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing 
these cherry-picked words to express

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating,
ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, 
soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, 
omni-present 

stench 

that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs 
because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that 
needs to be removed immediately

like an old, decaying vegetable 
that has outlived its 
freshness--

It is another cheerless night in the same, old
cheerless space: 

the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for 
another night...


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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…


Details | Free verse | |

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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Ingredients for Memories

items in my container of memories playbill for "Les Miserables" that Dad enjoyed reminder of ignoble government Jean ValJean’s quest for justice fugitive from the merciless Javert outdated cell phone that’s priceless forever I’ll carry it; this cannot be lost inbox carries my father’s last message to me “Happy New Year, Baby,” were his words just 30 minutes before his fatal stroke publication of Dad’s obituary green light for thieves to trash his house tearfully driving 250 miles, hoping to erase their indignity televisions, heirlooms and appliances stolen but Dad’s desk held items of greater value many awards for the Senior Olympics five-mile race pencil my CPA father chewed and broke dreaded bifocals that caused Dad consternation the only items thieves left behind were those that brought Dad closer to me
*Written October 1, 2014


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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


Details | Couplet | |

I think

I think about death in ways I can’t explain
If I told anyone they would think I’m insane
I think about life in ways I’d like to forget
If I told anyone they would think I live in regret
I think about joy in ways no one would know
If I told anyone they would think I can’t let go
I think about peace in ways no one would guess
If I told anyone they would think I simply repress.

But no one has seen through the eyes I behold
And no one has heard all the lies I’ve been told
But no one has walked down the roads I have walked
And no one has been watched to the extent of being stalked.

I think about stitches in ways no one has seen
If I told anyone they would think I had a bad dream
I think about love in ways no one has felt
If I told anyone they would certainly not melt
I think about heaven in ways no one could bare
If I told anyone they would wish I didn’t share
I think about demons like they’re right here with me
If I told anyone they would think I was melancholy.

But no one has seen through the eyes I behold
And no one has heard all the lies I’ve been told
But no one has walked down the roads I have walked
And no one has been watched to the extent of being stalked.

By: Sabina Nicole





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Lover's Embrace

So unfaithful and so scared
I walked His way, with so much haste
A day of regret, A day of glee,
Never made up my mind,to what i feel
He kept giving and I kept taking
Always for granted,always mistaken
In prostration i realized, what it really is,
His love for me, my love for Him
That miserable night in my bedroom
with a broken heart, sadness and doom
No one was there,not even the air,
It cut my throat as i took an inhale
Through my sighs and my cries
I felt someone by my side,
He soothed and caressed me by His touch
He didn't let me die, i wanted it very much
I kept hearing Him say My love,
I love you more than anything in this world,
I bleed with you,in your broken heart i dwell,
He smiled for me and that was enough
to get me out of pain to relieve my misery,
He answered all my questions, told me to breathe
I cry when He said i will always be here,
I love you so much but you always win in love,
He said  don't compare love, 
Love has no boundaries, no measurement,no comparison
It is what makes the universe go round,
He is forever in me and I am in Him,
My love my existence , my everything.


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Melancholy Memory

Her charming beauty
Upon my naked soul.
Threaded deep- sighted through
Her, no fault.

Our friendship- a bond
Our heart couldn’t resist.
Her soul, my soul, soon one
But not long.

Love we nurtured for
Three harvests, perished too
Soon- A signal that I
Am mortal.

The night of her death
Called me insane lover,
Who reared uncertainty,
Tears can’t wake.

Her caring, no more,
But her spirit lives on.
The words and love we shared
Stays amok.

Melancholy form of poetry (5/6/6/3 per line of five stanza) is adopted in this poem. The trailblazer of the form is Constance La France.

17/5/2013

For: Constance La France's "Melancholy Contest" 


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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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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.
 




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Burning Memory

I remember all of the places,
where we use to be!
But, things are really different now,
because, there's only me!

Together, we had endless fun.
We were suited to a "T".
I cheered you up, when you were sad,
you did the same for me!

We knew each other inside out,
our hopes, desires, and dreams!
When one was hurt, the other felt,
at least, that's how it seems!

We really were inseparable,
sorta, joined "at the hips".
We often knew, what the other might say,
before the words crossed, our lips!

These memories are so painful,
which is really no surprise.
Over fifty-four years together,
it puts teardrops in my eyes!

Death leaves an aching heart.
An ache, that will not heal!
Love leaves a burning memory, 
and that - no one can steal!

Though I'm left with only this memory,
my love, no one can measure!
Because, rest assured, that memory,
is, by far, my greatest treasure!

Rest in peace, Sweetheart!

Ralph Taylor
The Poet III - Poetry Contest





















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The Great War

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


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~The Cost~

~The Cost~

I wrote this poem to represent the sons and daughters
All the relatives, the Mothers and all of the Fathers
For a girl named Carlie who was found yesterday
I wrote this story so her memory never fades away

In this existence where the animal's a common man
The way we hurt each other is so hard to understand
I'm not a people person but I felt my heart break
And I’ll shed an endless tear for this child’s sake

By watching all these stories play their daily renditions
My sorrow turns to anger for our children’s conditions
Across our TV’s and newspapers is a constant reminder
How do we not see that we’re slowly growing blinder

We’ve placed far too many children in a wooden box
For every second that is turning upon the clock
Can I ever say for sure if we’ll ever find the cure
That will make all of our morals once again pure

Who knows why our civilization is so destructive
Among compassionate times we’ve been constructive
But we must conquer this war for those already lost
For these children like Carlie who become the cost

~In Memory of Carlie Brucia~
March 16, 1992~Febuary 1, 2004


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Maya Angelou

                 
Doctor Maya Angelou the writer
Maya Angelou the actor
Maya Angelou the poet
The singer that was Maya Angelou
That Black lady
With silk smooth voice
Like silk smiling under the finger’s touch
She is dead

Maya Angelou is dead
How does that sound?
Do not let questions go to your head
For thoughts abound
With things that have no answer for themselves
Against the contest of death we never wins
I have memory on shelves
Of those who died and left me all their sins.

Maya Angelou is dead
Not the singer, or poet, or writer
The doctor is dead
Do I hear laughter
Or the sound of ice in glass
Before they pour bourbon, scotch or gin
And say I am only like grass
Why struggle if you never win?

The caged bird is it set free at last
Will freedom mute its tongue
What happens to the sorrow of the past
And the souls of people hung
Where there was neither cross or reason
Beyond the color of my skin
It is man alone that last a season
Thinking and believing was Maya’s sin.
            D. Livingstone Smalling


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My Breaking Point

Hot headed asses
Filled with commie bastards
Social disorder in the brain insane with pain
As if socialized wandering wizards chicken gizzards
My breaking point to no return hero burn
In sweat caged fury everything scarey
Shaded pine in derision chasing after delusion

Fought back the pain with a smile on the dial
To frolic in the whisper almost a certain Hitler
Shadows filled up with asps darkened portals pitch black
Her memory haunts me to this day I pray
Shortness of breath in pitch blackened vest
Let me take the time to get some things off my chest then rest

As if a caged rat that was hiding in its tiny hole death stole
The memory of a whisper pitch black death hero's vest
No time to rest & watch any double feature
Bitch with the sneakers!
Sadness in the soul portal going viral as it seems
Lethal demise yet one word to the wise
In recourse blackened pilgrims with skulls & crossbones to prey on the dead!


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media

This is today's news:
A sinkhole swallowed a man whole
as the earth yawned

in the ancient land
of monsoons and man-of-wars
after the waters

ceased. One was portrayed as 
man suddenly gone, captured
live for us to see.


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heard

 Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more

 A thousand sounds a day I know
Only I can not hear it if they show

 The gaining of quiet stance
Bitter sweet the silence

 I could just not hear you anymore
I understand you sounds to my core

 Found myself straining to listen
Only to hear a blank shot angrily hasten

 When we come to sound out loud 
This is when I can face this crowd 

 Till then---

Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more




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Glamour of death and breath

Across the human spectrum
Fleeting thoughts pass through death's earlobe-
The nature of life, will it be faced
Freely at the closing of the Saints
How many live's has the Universe coursed?

As we make our way to evolution's tip
What will be the magic memory trip
Thinking back on routine days
Filing cabinets and mundane haze
Taxes paid, property rearranged
To display our worth for an hourglass

What thoughts will lurk
As the body's memory ceases to work
Knowing the sky brews on its axis
And human history spreads dramatic
What force will plunge through the darkest night?

How will letters crease the tongue
As gasping breaths are sought from lung
And youth's frozen tirade succumbs
To waking dreams, a trance-like state

What will we say to our progeny 
Through the gloss as we fade
Into midnight's dull glamour


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Time To Say Goodby

The story has been often told
Wake up one day
And now you're old
you wonder how the years flew by
Sad enough to make one cry
Now the months just fly along
Life's no longer some sweet song
The years ahead 
You start to dread
How many left
Before you're dead


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A RETURN TO SADNESS

While searching for unique places, where I could watch the rising dawn
with stupefied eyes always eager to search and discover,
I came across a rare and never seen childhood picture;
can anyone imagine the wondrous joy of the first exploding emotion?

That picture was taken in a town where history left its trace,  
and by rediscovering it, it infused gladness
enabling memory to make a return to sadness...
when I stared at that boyish, timid face with a sun-lit face.


The huge square with a neoclassic water fountain was cramped with vendors...
it flashed vivid images of thrifty visitors, neighbors, family and friends;
I recall mom carrying her heavy shopping bag asking for my help,
and peaking to see what was inside, I accidentally dropped my gray cap.


Many decades have passed and much has changed ever since;
wasn't my town ravaged by World War II? Didn't horrifying screams rise 
while above hovering Allied airplanes dropped their powerful bombs 
to target the German soldiers who had invaded Baiano by the thousands?


A picture such as mine is a testimony of a bygone era some would like to forget,
and seeing buildings reduced to rubble was heartbreaking; no, some were never rebuilt
to witness the atrocities of war experienced by the doomed citizens of Italy;
and wasn't Mussolini Hitler's puppet of vain ego who caused his country much misery?


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Her Handsome Man

She sits alone crying,
playing with the ring upon her hand;
The services are over
in memory of her handsome man.

Words to say to comfort her
I am at a lost to find;
As she contemplates her future
who knows what it is on her mind.

It was only five short years ago
that I walked her down the aisle;
A more beautiful face I’ve never seen,
glowing with that smile.

He stood there proud and nervous
looking gallant in his tux;
By marrying our daughter,
he would be joining us.

Together they both joined as one,
a pairing we approved;
Even though our only daughter,
away from us would move.

Wishes for a long and healthy life together
were given on that day;
Too bad that they weren’t heard on high,
for his health would start to fade.

She nursed him through that final year
as we watched her from the side;
We shared her grief and sorrow
when too young he upped and died.

She now sits alone crying,
playing with the ring upon her hand;
The services are over
in memory of her handsome man.


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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.)


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The sleepless moon

Dead bodies, dead bodies
Why do you haunt my dreams?
Nightmares, are all that I see
As I'm closing my eyes
Goodnight, goodnight
The moon highlights 
The dead bodies

Screams, screams
Why do you haunt my dreams?
Louder and louder
Quit singing this massacre to me
Why do I only hear
Screams in my dreams?

Terror, terror
You terrible dreams
You're reoccurring
And frightening
You make a mess out of me
Terror, terror
Why are you all that I see?
Why are you the only
Thing I can dream?

Hell, hell
Hell in my mind
You play me these lullabies
Everytime I close my eyes

Dead bodies
And screaming
Terror galore
Am I in hell?
Or am I dreaming 
Once more?

It's either I'm dying
Or being killed
Either way
There's blood being spilled
Why can't I dream about
Love or picking wildflowers?
Why do I only dream
About evil encounters?

Sleep, sleep
You're so cruel to me
Bloody and haunted
I enter my demise
These night terrors
Are eating me alive
Sleep, sleep
Why do you 
Make me weep?
Why do you always 
Keep these dreams on repeat?

Morbid, morbid
The knife's in your hand
I'm gasping for air
As I wake up again
Why is blood
And fear all I see?
Why can't my dreams
Be bright and fright free?

The moon, the moon
Oh how you're scary to see
Because I know within hours
I'll be as sleepy as can be
And you'll send me visions
Of death and anguish
And night after night
I'll secretly wish
My nightmares would come true
So I'd stop dreaming
Like this.



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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


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The Final Patrol of Yankee 127

The spirits come for a late night ethereal visit
the little girl announces her presence

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live

With that... all sense of hearing dissapears 
next comes paralysis with its icy grip, breath chocked by irrational fear
Now starts the grainy images of an old terrible black and white news reel
fuzzy subtitles of smiling troops whose words we cannot read or hear 
with loud military music assaulting the ears.

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive 
Your pain is validation you still live

Silence returns as the gates of hell swing open right on cue,
the cast of ghostly characters come into view 
all take their place until the scene is complete,
the silence is broken by a lone heart beat.

She takes her place in the news reel's flickering images of light  
The camera follows her every move, a crescendo of music as her spirit takes flight,
for this maybe the first time she ever experienced a confectionery delight.

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live

Her and many faceless children come laughing, disembodied hands reaching out
to the young soldiers in return receiving tootsie rolls and gummi bears 
Pleasant encounters must now end... with a village elder and authoritarian shouts. 
We watch her run home laughing with a pocket full of candy to share.

Evil breaths in, Evil breaths out... exhaling caustic hate
The Acrid fumes blinds our eyes   
as shadowy figures materialize... 
for this little pretty little girl was nothing more than bait 

The small moment of humanity will be exchanged for eternal despair 
She must return with her pink backpack to complete this morbid affair.
Running calling to us, laughing holding it out for us to see 
Boom then she is gone, nothing but a red mist where she used to be. 

Breath in, Breath out 
there is no need 
for you to grieve
Your pain is validation both you and I live  
there is nothing to forgive 
no need to pay anymore dues
fore I am your guardian now watching over you 

Evil knows no bounds as it locks people into such cruel fates.
We both are sorry for meeting that March day
and with that the flickering news reel ends.
we part ways again.


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Death at Kent State

Four students were killed
On May fourth nineteen seventy
Antiwar protest


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Last To Say

Short breath no breath barely breathing
All the cuts on my wrists is what I'm seeing
I never though I'd take this fall
Treat my wrists like used rag doll
Pop pill after pill until I hit four
Then my cold lifeless body went and hit the floor
Then my rush starts to peak like a summit
Then to the floor everything from my stomach
Now I lay on a vomit filled floor
Thinking like why did I do this for?
Got up grabbed the noose grabbed a chair
This is it no more cares
I wish all my friends they could see
Why didn't you fight for me
All I needed was a helping hand
Not a push from you into the sand
And damn the day that those mother****ers found me
Laying on the floor with a pool of blood around me
I dared to look into the eyes of no one when I woke up
I had too much shame, and my pride? Whooooooo
When I woke I cried because I wasn't dead
It just always reminded me
Even in committing suicide I was a failure
All those kids were right
I thought after 19 times that death was imminent
I looked for death but it never came



I don't recall much after, but something about being in and out of rehab made me decide to live
So I searched for life, and EVERYWHERE I looked, I found it. So I chose life, and I don't regret it. Because hey sometimes 19 times is the charm.


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Un grand pas vers le Bon Dieu

Sweet short round sadness in the mirror may grow;
He writes her name twice on the mind`s first snow;
It is the moment to find a joke and make her laugh;
If he holds his dreams and her hands ,that`s enough;
A smile of the kidness with each cup of tea, and soon
As brought by Fancy`s Fairy in the blond afternoon,
The taste of honey mealt in bitterness of broken glass;
The subtle drums in his ears violently might surpass
The horses`galoop at the purple banks of his veins ;
From the green empire, where eternal spring reigns
The romp`s steps of imagery in the Plato`s realm
Composing an ode of joy or a long lasting psalm:
Child dancing, playing with the joyous rain,
 Like Narcissus at the sides of the fountain.
That parfume of violets :her hair and her eyes
Tactile, fragile china, cold glass solitude lies
In their unwritten novel: everybody may choose
The thrill of dancing among the Greek statues;
The rustling of the two doves following Love`s call 
 In the hand of Light,with overflown tumult in one soul. 
The step towards his heart and quickly her stop;
Without the slightest hesitation, all muscles hope
 Ready to caught a falling star still hoping
The crystalline tear prolonged dropping
Transformed in advancing recollections through:
Two masters of slaves and two slaves ,thus sum two.



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I Miss You

I miss the way you pull me close and tell me it's all right
I miss the way you stroke my hair and tell me not to cry
As the years go by the memory of you starts to fade
As if I'm stepping into the shade
The look of your face I start to forget
And I try not to fret
I know your not here today
But my world is turning gray
You are in my heart though
As I am beginning to grow
You are in a better place now
And for that I take a bow


In memory of Charles Moser


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MEMORY

What do we fear more than death itself?
That our memories will be put on shelf,
forgotten quickly---generations three,
I know it sometimes even worries me.

Some will have a granite monolith,
or marble headstone carved with
a few nice lines, a couple of dates,
is that all our sweet memory rates?

Books, they rot, a person’s papers too,
even the famous are not held true,
only  those close will ever recall,
what was private, or personal.

But alas, do not fear your fates
strings of souls the future waits,
aligned in clusters, or pearly strands,
washed upon celestial sands,

          children of children who had not met
          will gather together and never forget.


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A note of goodbye

Moments in time constitute a note of goodbye 
However unneccessary for the recipient
O how quickly time passes present into past
O how our memories are burnt with bittersweet rememberance 
Rememberance is the hearbeat of humanity 
WE give our lives into love and we invoke it 
In trust that the faces of people who we love will return to us again 
to me memorized time after time
and then 
then the memory is all we have 
nothing more for the record 
nothing more for the posterity 
nothing more for the chi-chat, anger, euphoria. laughter or life 
only the memory 
make a note
let those tears forever stain your soul 
for lifes greatest lesson is learned in death


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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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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.


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Bird in Distress

There is no reason why i shouldn’t do it, i thought 
come what may and what may not. 
The grass is always greener on the other side 
I wanted to explore , to go against the tide. 
The game was on and the score ticked on, 
seemed it was just the beginning of the dawn. 
never knew the boundaries,no fear,no limit, 
never tried so hard, never seen the summit. 
just wanted to hover around,just wanted to glide.
just to ease my mind and come down the slide, 
I thought i knew it all, seen it all, 
but for that something behind the dark wall.
came so close as I always do 
deja vu again, nothing new. 
never dared to jump across the wall 
I ain't crazy, i knew i would fall 
so i turned to fly back, back to base, 
but before i knew,got caught in a haze, 
didn't panic ,played by the rules, 
kept my cool, went on with the cruise. 
I flew on ,but the haze got thicker, 
now i had to act, do it quicker. 
I veered and swerved, tried to nose-dive 
then it all happened, it trapped me naive 
lightning started striking, started striking twice 
venturing into forbidden territory ,I had to pay the price. 
caged in fright in the steel machine 
so freaked and scared,i've never been. 
extreme g-force froze my brain 
deep inside,i felt my blood drain. 
voices ,a thousand wailing voices 
screaming and whispering all the noises 
disillusioned and petrified ,i tried to scream 
my memory failed and i began to dream 
woke up with a start in a different scene 
pondering in the dark, nothing to be seen
I struggled inside my hollow self 
couldn't breathe ,couldn't cry for help 
but i thought i cried, someone came along 
i tried to run away, but it was too long 
dark forces came all around 
haunted my soul ,the banshee sound 
i fell into the valley of death 
the dark knight there cometh 
to drown me inside the quicksand of hell,
this time for me tolls the bell. 
sliding inside that black hole, 
i didnt want to let go of my soul. 
I took a look at the black sky 
the last time before i die 
my memory faded and then i drowned.
stranger to the mystery around 
i floated around in the maze of time 
in an age of evil and endless crime 
then came that flash of light
my guardian angel on my flight
i opened my eyes, got back my senses 
saved myself from all the wicked trenches
"planet earth calling" that familiar voice 
home sweet home,bring back all my joys.
vow unto death i took, never again to fly 
the vow that would be the biggest lie.


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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


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Roses For Mama

He's drempt of his mama in her garden of love,
surrounded by angels in heaven above.
Peaceful waters flow through a bubbling brook,
where her roses grew in every little nook.
She cherished the roses he had bought for her in life,
capturing their beauty and the colors of their sight.
When she was ill he knelt beside her bed,
and handed her roses with the tears that he shed.
She said don't cry for me it's beautiful over there,
where they climb so gracefully up Heaven's golden stair.
He visits her grave and places roses in her cup,
rest assured with Jesus she forever sup.
The rose bush he planted for her still grows today,
just as it did when Jesus took her away.
No sickness nor pain she can smell once more,
as she embelishes in her roses surrounded by her door.
She said plant you some roses in rememerance of me,
as you stroll through my garden waiting for you I'll be.


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In Loving Memory Kolby

In Loving Memory: Kolby Horton

Kolby with eyes of the ocean 
You captivated our hearts
For the past twenty-two years
Your smiles have been blessings of love
With tears of joy we say good bye to a wonderful young man
And a beautiful father to be
Those same eyes we saw so much wonder in 
Will exist soon again
In the eyes of your child
Honoring you, Cherishing you and Celebrating your life
Gone so soon may not understand why
But the belief in your strength will heal our heartbroken souls
In god we trust love you so Kolby with eyes of the ocean.




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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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Oh the noble fight

Oh the noble fight
has cost us many lives.
we shall keep them to heart
with our monumental art.
The Gods protect their souls
as they arrive in their mortal abode.
in the nether-ly world
in which their souls are hurled.
this is our song devoted to our noble fighters
and may they reach happier worlds which are higher


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The Time Has Come To Tell The Tale

The Time Has Come to Tell the Tale…

As all stories begin; a long, long time ago many years removed from now
My memory recalls events from the age of two, when the bullets took the life
Of a good man, an honest man, and what would this world need with that? 
We’re built on lies from the foundation up and there is no room for an honorable man
Led by the hand we’re all parts in the play, pieces to a puzzle still unbuilt
We take our pain like the victors to the grave, though our silence must be broken
Unspoken words may rhyme, but will it be enough that you can read between the lines
Grasp the meaning to the vagueness as it is spelled in black and white…

The never-ending trauma of past events that have done far more harm than good
No lesson learned, no explanation ever given, no apologies ever offered or accepted
And the pain again returns to haunt me, because I know things would not be the same
And what difference it all makes now is the battle I continue to fight each day
Few chances given, even fewer taken, so many risks I have never run
Where has loyalty ever gotten anyone, in this day and age where deeds die with the day?
Held back by the inhibitions that were inbred into my way of thinking… 



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Goodbye Friend

I have cried and cried till I can cry no more,
My eyes tired , red and really really sore.
   The pain of the sadness I feel deep inside ,
Is what has made me do nothing but cry.
   I will miss my friend now that he is gone ,
We've known each other for so very long.
  The best of buds all through our childhood,
As close as two can get as anybody ever could.
   It will never be the same without him I'm afraid,
But I'll always have the memories of all our days.
   Like a brother there for him and he there for me,
Seems that was the way it was meant to be.
   Soon time will heal all and the pain will fade ,
A distant memory is all there will be of this day.
TAC


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Lost in a Memory


" Lost in a Memory"
Written by: Rodney Riggins

Can't forget I hate to concentrate
got to remember before it's to late.
Mind in a brainstorm hear sirens and 
loud alarms to paranoid to stay calm
my memory is lost and gone.

Lost in a brainstorm lost in a memory
brains all gone lost in a cemetery. The 
world has raped me making me hate me
my mind has escaped me still it's a memory.
Violence I crave for death makes me crave
more love sex I'm a man whore a dog on
all fours

My mind is shot to hell my memory fails
as well my energy go to hell my thinking
now is dead. Trapped in a lost brain which
drives me insane the pain i with stain from
thinking now it's drained

Kill me quick kill me fast mind is dead not
gonna last pull the plug I'm leaving fast if
not I'll kill you then I'll laugh.

My memory has failed me I'm my own
enemy death is my only friend life 
wasn't meant for me. Memory is gone
forever pain will be eternity for those
who read this poem hope they can learn
from me.


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Shadow Of The Last Memory -part 3 - last

 
I thought if only you’re here with me now telling this story to our grandchildren, how wonderful it would be…you have always been the classical type. Somehow a woman of the meadows. The lady of the rise and set of the sun. And the lady of my life.
 
But an unexpected turn of the event brought the news upon us. I woke up knowing you’re never to be found near me. I was called you left. In my mind, you left with another man. You left not letting me know. I got to your place and run inside. …… moments later, I was back at my place.
 
There I am, back at my bedroom bed. Staring at nothing but an old picture of you and I. staring at it for hours and hours. Staring at it with your memory at my side. Why Bell? Why?.....you left me without saying goodbye. You left me without knowing the pain you’ve always had. You left, never telling me, you’re having our first baby…but you’re gone…and so is she….
 
Years passed, and all are still clear to me. Here I am now writing this letter as you have always hoped for. A promise I made to you long ago, to bury it that very same place where our dreams were born. And it is where it shall rest….with nothing but our memory and the last thing your father gave me before I left your house…the last thing he said you were holding, ….. the necklace I gave on that day…December 5, 1956….
 
To my Bell, the woman of my life…I shall be with you soon…just wait for me…wait and I’ll  be there…
 
 
 
With all my heart,
 
Jesse…
_________________________________

This is the last part :D. Thank you very much for your time..hope you enjoyed it. God bless


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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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Illumined Tapestry

Circled light from angels' faces dawning
traces the darkening way all feet must tread,
reflecting forgotten silhouettes on rain wet streets.

Old city lights beam bright pathways through the gloom,
resplendent pools shimmering luminous enchantment,
mirroring tear washed memories of distant pasts.

Buried beneath regret-slick brick roadways,
specters gather round glowing gas lamps--
modern street lights' ancestral flames--
ghost lovers lingering in shining orbed dreams, remembering . . .
trembling vaporous fingers tracing love across softly illumined faces.

So linked in melancholic splendor, lovers old and new,
ply life's sacred needle, stitching the golden tapestry.

TARNDAI

October 1, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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Nette Onclaud, sponsor


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Deadly Valentine

These red flames of the burning sun, 
remind me of my everlasting hell.

My skin melts and falls rotten, 
like spoiled fruits that grow old.

Tormented daily by thoughts of you, 
like fire its burning inside my soul.

You move slowly in my head, 
making my dead brain itch.

I feel pain in every limb, 
pins and needles poke me.

I am unable even to smile; 
my muscles have stopped obeying me.

If this pain goes on, I will go numb, 
because my senses are slowly dying.

My blood boils with my impossible desires, 
of seeing your beautiful face again.

I have lost my ability to dream, 
through all my sleepless nights.

I cry for you night and day, 
my tear drops have turned to blood.

Everything around me has died out, 
plants have turned black, and music has turned into silence.

All colors have faded away, 
just like the leaves of autumn.

And like my skin has become rigid, 
my soul has become weak and hollow.

My heart wrapped by razor wire, 
I know soon enough it will stop.

Hammers beating through my chest, 
even my lungs have abandoned me.

What is life if not with you; 
an empty shell lost in the sea.

I wish if you were here with me, 
without you my heart stops to beat.

And all my memory has been erased, 
except of the day that you left.

And there’s not enough roses I can collect, 
to sweeten the smell of your grave.

My sweet love, oh my sweet remorse, 
we were supposed to go together.

But I am condemned to live, 
with the memory of your death.

And every February 14th, 
your image like knives stabs my heart.

Misery has already taken my life, 
so what is the point of my existence.

Today is when I take my life, 
as a memory of our deadly valentine.


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MEDITATION


Looking back
It is beauty that is carved into
Every moment of our lives
Every moment of our near deaths,
Every moment of our death.

A song reached out to me
In my winter bed,
A simple song of simple love.
Transcending me back eight years
Into that lonely street where I stood
Looking down at every one.
Proud and haughty.
An absolute sense of right.
Self destructive.
Yet like the Phoenix, capable of
Raising one up towards the truth.

It was the brittle line between life and death
I saw it that night.
When my mind split into two.
When time halted.
When death kissed me in.
And then wonder of wonders,
I saw the three dimensions of the 
Most beautiful face on earth,
My angel.
I was over joyed.

In the busy consultation room
Patient after patient buzzing in.
All seem to fragment in front of me.
The drama called life ran figments
I connected with their woes and miseries,
I knew they will all vanish.
I smiled an all knowing smile.
They smiled back half cured of their ailments.
I smiled at Maya.
I couldn’t help smiling.

The people who fought for me,
They made me who I am today.
People who left and who still pray for me,
People far off who have given me a hundred reasons to smile,
People who have bruised and battered me and moulded me into who I am.
Why did God send them to me?
Was it not a mirror He sent through all of them,
A mirror into which I had to see,
With my mind open.

In a painting, Xibalba radiates with such beauty
Such absolute glow and fire,
Transporting me to the after life.

The paradise called peace.
Salaam.
Where all goodness lives and perishes not for eternity.
There I see myself, sitting, meditating,
Looking up.
On the glory that was life,
On the glory that was death,
On the glory of the One.


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Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

 
~~ I struggle always with my memories, The long ago past is forever lurking; In a moment I am whispered back, And the pages of my life are fluttering. Fluttering in the misty winds of time, To where the joyful and painful burn; O but this is the key to who I am, And each memory has its own turn. Turn back the pages of my journey, I am a little girl playing and dreaming; O but to stay frozen in this memory, And to not ever know the pain of weeping. Weeping has always been my companion, I so often stand in a place of sorrows; Past the ornate gate and winding road, And the past shall haunt all my tomorrows. ______________________ August 16, 2014 Quatrain For the contest, Where Frozen Embers Still Burn, Gail Angel Doyle 8th Place


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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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Untitled

I cried when you passed away
I still cry today
Although I loved you dearly
I couldn't make you stay
God broke my heart
to prove that he only takes the best
So he put me to the test
In order for me to blessed
Forever missing you LeSchea
We will be together soon.
Mommy Loves you.


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Red Edges

When he came home that night He could not believe his sight The sharp and red edges That took the life The life of the person he once knew The life of the person he was used to The comfort was taken And this began his breakage He ran outside that night And he had that feeling that he might Run the streets to find a fight That might block the memory of the sight But when he found who he was looking for That person had caused him pain once more He found him with his own sight That person he knew that took the life He looked in the mirror just to see If he could see his memory The memory of what used to be He finally noticed when he said “it was me”.


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Replica

Wielding together artificial meat
No need to conserve this being will keep
Looking through grafted eyes
The creator now smiles
Shamelessly looking at bones made of lies
Once it is born does it speak with a tongue?
Calling out hopefully, am I the one?
It started out walking it skipped all the steps
Its power lacked knowledge deceived by the best
Slaying with anger the others were dust
Running in circles pain filled with must
Confronting the master to find what he was
Hoping to live, but then again who does?


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911

911 

Look up in the sky, planes flying low,
Crashing into buildings, not where they should go.

Pilot error it was thought, during crash number one,
Then a second collision, made the people run.

New York under siege, an attack by the air,
The snake named Bin Laden, who else would dare?

The trade towers stood for many a year,
At the world's financial center, did terrorists leer.

The world watched, as the towers came down,
A huge white cloud, and a thunderous sound.

The finest and the bravest, lost their lives,
Calls made, to the husbands and the wives,

We have bad news, your love one has died,
Out of the rubble, their body was plied.

There life it ended, in towers one or two,
Many lives ended that day, others were just through.

What of the workers, looking through the rubble,
Years down the road, the death toll would double.

From sickness and disease, contracted at ground zero,
Families can't survive on the memory of a hero.

Many years have passed, freedom tower erected,
People stay sharp, terror must be detected.

And wiped out completely, US leads the way,
But for now on your knees, and everybody pray,
For the souls we lost on that frightful day,

Ask God to relieve, the pain that day brought,
Renew peoples hope, give direction if sought.


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elephant in the corner

at the party all the people look around 
and the can see that there's 
an elephant in the corner 
who is he? 
they take drinks,pills, and cheap therapy 
but do they see? 
it's all the silence, the lips are moving 
service all the liars, make them humble 
yet they still won't ask for guidance 
and the elephant he holds onto the key 
but it leads to places they don't want 
to be. 
that the elephant in the corner 
was me. 

hold your hands out 
let me see what you have inside them 
what is it that you hide there 
voices,faces everywhere 
burned out dreams, but no one dares 
cover them, did you need them spared 
the elephant was there. 
to bad you didn't care. 

At the lighthouse, we observed the waves 
they crashed and dashed beside us 
as we blanketed the stars 
how they divide, just put away 
your sleepy mind and let it 
bide us. because soon enough 
time will not revive us. 
are we to long gone 
or will he come to 
guide us? 
the elephant remains around 
to smite us. we can see him 
but deny, we lie, we spite 
just the fact he's here 
tonight. 

please tell me that you've seen him here 
does he whisper in your ear? 
your deeds, your lies, your face 
you hide, the ones who cried, 
those left behind, he looks at you 
without a grin, he knows your moves 
your every whim, your groans and tones 
the hate you own, the epitaph on you 
headstone. the elephant is only 
skin and bones. 
and now your all alone...


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Boxcar

Your life when but a youngster
A hard and rocky road
At times a covered wagon
Was the place that you called home
But in years as you grew older
You met the man you loved
You married, bore his children
Together served the Lord

Together with your husband
You shared the Gospel truth
In a little town called Belton
The little church rang tried and true
Outside of church your family
Held dearest to your heart 
Welcomed any visit 
From your kids, their kids, and all

Though sick at times no mention
Because your family you adored
That was indeed the blessing 
God had for you in store 

You left us mid October
A beautiful day in fall
Your death though we expected
Was unprepared by all
Lived a life of service 
To God and family
Now your work was finally done
It was time to see your King

As a child you had nickname 
Which bothered you back then
The kids would call you Boxcar
But only to torment
But I would call you Mammaw
That’s who were to me
In loving memory of Carie
Still missed each passing day


*In loving memory of my great-grandmother Carie Leona Duncan Miller (1917-
1988)


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I Am Going Home

I’m looking for my home That’s where I wanna be It’s not a place that I own Nor that I can even see Home is where I’ve never been But I know that it’s there Something tells me from within It’s not a place around here In any house that I may live It’s never really home for me Just a storage room and a bed And a place for my company I’m getting closer to my home I can feel it in every day I guess I should’ve known This life vacation wouldn’t stay When I finally get home My days will be filled with time From the past my thoughts have grown Deep within my mind At home there will be peace And never will I need For the wanting will soon cease Without a thought of greed Yes, I’m going home I know the time is here Should I have to go alone I will certainly find myself there! Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Memories

You are a memory that seals my broken heart.
Nothing can smother you or break you apart.

You are the picture that calms my mind.
The total vision that I can always find.

You are the wind that plays through my hair.
I know that you will always be there.

You may have been lost but now you are found.
A distant memory and one faint sound.

I know that you watch over me.
I know that your soul now flies free.


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imbedded in memory

imbedded in memory  
unknown

 
Suns crossing sky   
just before silken slide   
of evening's light into dusk  
are like a string of moons  
skimming an Alaskan winter-  
    
during the year after her passing.   
    
As the great glaring orbs  
pull the tides far away   
her spirit sings above  
the green black waters  
as the wind:   
    
caressing, stroking, sometimes 
knifing the ocean's surface.  
    
The final day of grief,   
gulls' cries echo into   
sky, as the sun sinks-   
    
giving birth to a violet   
tinged, pinpricked sky,  
cracked in the corner with   
a sliver of moon- a sky that drapes   
over a fluttering heart,   
his courage flickering like a candle flame:   
    
the color of dark embraces and the wind   
stirs the long grasses touching his bare   
black legs as he runs from the dunes  
to the sea, a mirror reflecting the white sliver   
of moonshine,   
shattering with shards leaping to the shore   
as he dives in for a night swim-      

His is the only flesh   
not imbedded in memory 
 


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Forget

Oh, how I’d like to forget, walkin in with you on the bed.
You appeared to me as though you were asleep,
But little did I know you were already deceased.
Never seen you the night before, was scared I’d get beat,
to avoid you yelling at me, and trying to keep the peace.
I wish I could forget those memories,
They're burned in my brain and still in my dreams.
If I could have just one wish for me,
I'd wish for just one day that you could be here with me.
Even though according to you I was a disappointment,
I wonder if I was also your regret.
I always let you down, everything was my fault,
I said and meant that I was sorry, and yet it never stopped.
If only... If only... I could rewire my brain,
And forget all the memories that cause me pain.
Because of you I have this fear,
I want to be angry but I end up scared.
Apart of me always wanted to say “F-off,”
Even though I love you and miss you a lot.
When you died I never had the chance to stand up to you to say things I needed to say,
I still have a lot of pent up anger and pain.
And this bottle inside me is about to break.
How dare you leave us when you did!
Did you know that it was going to happen?
Why did you keep so many secrets from dad and me?
Why this way, did it have to be?
I want to be angry.... but I just cant,
You made me stronger, yet gave me half a chance.
No more.... Fore I'll get carried away,
So at peace... I hope you are and will stay.


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Memory Lane

I’m about to go drink away
Friends lost down memory lane
Some died of age
Others gone by actions of vain

One thing is certain
Their memories shall last
When a man starts drinking
He thinks of the past

Friends of new
And friends of old
Some friends feelings
Have even grown cold

Down memory lane
They shall always be
Down memory lane
The good times is all I see

Yet it hurts so much
For some were stolen
Yet  one still lives
And that friendship was golden

Stolen it was
By a thief in the night
And I did what had to be done
To make things right


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Visitors

How can a house be cold in summer's love
Yet gardens grow and puddles disappear
Inside the walls of frost which I speak of
I live unconscious of the month and year

As nature speaks in tongues unclear to hear
Infected with no memory of time
My memory the victim or the crime

Moreso, methinks my real estate is haunted
Seemingly not a rodent coy and stranded
Can raise a dish and break it when confronted
Oh Lord, I cry to thee as if abandoned

Weak of fatigue, or fear and heavy handed
Be it wizardry woeful through conception
Or be thine eyes figments of false perception

Cabinets close and open quite sporadic
And tablecloths remove themselves completely
Unwearied are the footsteps in the attic
If thou art dither, dost dither discreetly

Thine wish would be for thou to dry concretely
If death adores the soul to be at peace
Why hast thou abandoned thy coffin's lease?

Whispers attract my force untoward a prism
And memories forgotten fast awaken
Now voices blare a tune of exorcism
Myself the ghost, causing thy to be shaken

Oh Lord, I cry to thee a soul forsaken
Forgive me for my soul, non-fiction juror
As I'm the ghastly figure in the mirror


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AUTUMN REMEMBRANCES

How beautiful the old lane is today
Arrayed in colors so bold and gay.
There’s gold, yellow, red, and even a little gray.
As I make my way down the old lane today.

I love walking down this familiar way
Touching my feet to sod and clay.
My mind to wonders does stray
As I walk down the old lane today.

Years have passed and gone away
Taking with them memories so fond and gay
Of loved ones dear who once walked this way.
How lonely the old lane feels today.

But how glorious it shall be some day
When all tears and sorrows are wiped away
And life passes into that one Eternal Day
How beautiful the old lane will be that Day.


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Last Days before the Big Surprise


It's very bright
and green here
behind my eyes,
the color of Spring.
I'm used to that
and I live where I loved.

I don't know you.
I've forgotten all
but traces. New dreams
are eating the memories.

Perhaps I lay 
under the pumping sun.
Perhaps I find
old strands of unused
language. Perhaps the
shadow of something
from time and place
surprises me. It's all
new and present.


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Gilded Return

Slowly with unstable steps, she approaches.
The room is dank a foreboding intensity permits the air.
She is shaking as the memories wrap their inky hands around her throat.
The terror starts to build as the anguish she'd managed to lock away becomes unleashed.
It is feral, with fangs and razor sharp claws. 
The beast she'd burned turning into the regret of a monster for all of her sins. 
The room once furnished so lavishly now had boards bared through plaster showing holes allowing vermin and insects to do with the place as they wished.
In her eyes, the room was in it's glory as it had always been. 
The candle wax began to drip onto her hand.
Her eyes now resembled that of a newborn doe's as her eyes fell to a heavy book.
Bound with crisp thick paper and worded with the freshest ink and sharpest quill.
The satin was superb in all of it's glossy onyx nature, her home.
One step after another, fragile feet glide over the floor, rustling of pristine skirts.
Her breath became heavy and idly half of her mind wondered if she was suffocating.
All too soon it seemed she was standing before the book, hardly did her eyes stray,
yet memory served her well as the old oak table was exactly the same to her as before.

He haunted her in every aspect within her life.
All she held dear was slowly crumbling until insanity threatened to become a reality.
What was her old lover's memories attempting to provoke within her?
Anger? Surely not she only dwelt with remorse and regret for wasting precious time.
Heedless of her warnings to her own mind she could not run from the chocolate of his eyes.
Nor could she handle being bombarded with guilt at every smile that slipped over her features.
If only he could see her now, he would relish her miserable exsistance.
Death was a mask wedged deeply into her very cells and she accepted it.
This last dream had become her undoing it would appear, for here she was.
For every good memory and ghastly deed she had locked within this book.
A memento of her exsistance for she feared being forgotten when the earth reclaimed her essence.

With loving fingers and velvety skin she caressed the spine of the book.
With a bitter sweet smile she took the slightest corner of the tome and eased it open.
Immediatly musk and a definate spice bombarded her senses in a pleasing array.
The nearly unrecognizable strings of words no doubt made sense for any with mind enough to carry a magnifying glass of sorts.
Sitting with a sigh she spoke quietly.

I am Home.


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Untitled

An object 
Forms the marks on my skin
They are permanently engraved
They are part of who I am

Artistic lines
Form my entire shoulder blade
Artistic, natural, and exotic
My ancestor's connected roots reassembled as something symbolic

A hummingbird
Forms a single warrior in the Aztec parade
My blood that runs through my veins now enhances color to the hummingbird's brain

A flower
Forms conflict between beauty and mass destruction
The flower wars was what my ancestors called it
They fought for what they thought was right
Believing in their gods and believing in their king with all their might

An object
To whomever else that sees it
To me
A rare and unique piece of history through a line of blood's memories


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Goodbye

I can't take this
I want him back
Let me have him back
You can't handle me anymore
Forgive me for what I'm about to do
I'm solving my problems
This is the only way
Cry for my memory
I can only think of him
Read this and know I've gone to him
Bury me beside him
Forgive me for what I've done
I will forever be with him
Forever our love will grow
I take my life to be with him
But I will miss you
I don't regret meeting you
You were with me till his end
But you gave up on him
You let his memory die
I kept it alive for me
Now he's gone and so am I
Forgive me but this is the only way
I leave this unforgiving world
Please don't let my memory be forgotten
Remember me
Goodbye


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Goodbye to an Austin Angel

She was headed off to college at 18 years old,
News of the crash leaked out, and the mood turned cold.
She was the best person you could ever know,
When she danced with her team she put on a show.
Recently in Ohio, I found this rock,
With its angelic shape I found this cross-walk.
In the crosswalk I found my old best friend,
If only my heart could find a way to mend.
As a young country singer once sang, 
“18 years have come and gone,”
It’s hard at this point, it’s hard to move on,
I guess it’s time to move down the line,
I need a reassuring sign to ease my mind. 
Goodbye my friend, may heaven treat you well,
In the past, I will no longer dwell.
Hello my guardian angel, you are my eyes,
For you are with God, and He is wise.
Goodbye Tracie Lynn, you made people smile,
I’ll be there for you after a while. 


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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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My Father of Shadows and Lines

My father’s a memory of shadows and lines
In black and white photos his smiling face shines
A man in a war
With a family of four
And just another victim of his times

The year was 1951
He left behind three girls – one son
A pilot and plane
Nothing left but his name
And I’m left with no memories to come

As I sit and write these lines
I think of him and my heart pines
I was just four
When he was no more
My father’s just a memory of shadows and lines.

Mdailey	6/16/11
Contest:  Shadows and Lines


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thinking of people who were

I sit in my chair
thinking of people who were
and are 
somewhere 

I lie in my bed
thinking of people who were
and are dead 
but who live in my head 

when I am gone 
will I or you remember me
in  your head
in your bed


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Back in the Day

Back in the Day
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

It was back in the day of buggy and horse
Long before cars were made,
That a small farm boy, too young for the fields
Stayed home at the cabin with me.
Since this young boy who stayed was only a tot
He with critters and bugs would play.
It was great fun almost everyday.
Watching him play from the porch.
We were more than friends romping on the land.
Brother and sister were we.
With a bond that brought angels above great joy
Seeing me with the boy.

And this is the reason it hurt so much
Watching that day from the porch,
The woeful sight came in view oh, plight.
It happened in broad daylight.
Folks working in the fields came fast
To see what help they could be.
Our older brother's gun had fired.
I saw it all from the porch.

The angels looked down with sadness and said
What a dreadful fray we see—
Yes, and Mama knew it (sixteen years old, 
Is too young to have a gun.)
Oh, woeful sight in my afternoon view 
His memory is clear to me.

For our bond was stronger by far than the bonds
Of those who came running to see—
Of those who full of fear did flee--
There was not one angel in Heaven above
Relieved one spot of the sadness in me 
Forever together love bonded with him
Sweet feelings remembered by me.

For the heart of my brother forever entwined
With the horrible sight I did see
And my soul deep inside to that memory binds
And prays for eternity, we--
Although late at nighttime, when I kneel by my bed. 
I start praying, praying for my young brother dead.
And the bonding between him and me
We shall siblings eternally be.

(Written in the style of Edgar Allen Poe)


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Once Here Now Dead

Once here
Now dead & gone
“What am I known for, this time round?”
I exist only as a memory now
A memory that fades, over time
“Who will remember me, when I am gone?”

No one knew me
Yet people will say they knew me, so well!
A laugh, how often people think “they are experts”
Yet, really
Know nothing at all!

“How well did you know the inside of me?”
For, if I was to ask...
“What is my favourite colour?”
Or, “what’s my favourite song?”
I listen for answers...none come

“What’s my favourite food to eat?”
Complete silence...
I could hear a pin drop
Round...about...now!
“Do these questions fall upon deaf ears?”
For I ask...

“Who truly knew me?”
“What am I known for?”
“Who will remember me?”
When I am dead & gone


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The Towers of NYC The Day They Fell

Two standing structures standing up so high touching  tha clear blue sky.
Huge white walls on either side, 
Hundreds of windows reflecting the sky.
 Thousands of workers sit at their desks; unaware  of the fear that is growing near.
its 8:45 people still come to arive; but soon they'll be fighting to survive.
The north tower is struck by a plane and  the 1st tower is turned into a flame.
 
Smoke and ash flow throughout the buliding as people below are screaming.
Videos recording, photos been taken.
News choppers are flying while inside the tower people are dying.
Police try to control the streets as every ones heart beats.
 
People believe its just a plane crash but at 9:03 that rumour is smashed.
The second tower is hit as ash covers people in the street like a pit. 
firefighters suit up to enter the blaze but the smoke is so thick there put in a daze.
Panic and chaos is all around; as bodies jump from windows to fall a long way down .
 
fire is burning all around inside as news crews flim the outside .
People are burning and choking and know that time is getting short .
They ring their families to tell them they'll be fine; but in their hearts they know there out of time .
  
The towers come down with a tundering sound as a great symbol of the U.S is now nothing more than a mess.
Bodies are burnt and burried; sadness is in everyones face as New York City is left a dusty angry place . 
Great towers they used to be; but now these towers of NYC  are just ones memory.


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Happy New Year

As another year goes by
I wonder just who's next to die
Each day I read of one more soul
Who joins this very morbid toll
So every day some wonder why
Death has come and passed us by
For rich or poor
Some lose the fight
Their days now dark
No longer bright
No need do they have now to work
Daily duties they can shirk
Yet other will begin to mourn
They feel the loss
Their lives are torn
For all those souls
Who've lost a mate
It's tough to smile
And hide your hate
For when as couples you had friends
Now all alone
Their friendship ends
The weekends come
Your pals don't call
Afraid that someday
They might fall
Some squirm and twitch
Then say hello
But don't stay long
Just have to go
So now you sit there all alone
Hoping that you'll hear the phone
Another year just hope and pray
That nothing new can spoil your day
You want the time to simply flow
No changes to the status quo


Details | I do not know? | |

Albert

In memory of Albert the Domino King, a plaque was placed above his seat:- "In six and seventy years not one night did he miss, so let's not forget Albert the Domino King.” In memory of Albert a wake was held. A free drink served to all who came. Glasses were raised, a toast proposed. "Let’s not forget Albert the Domino King.” It is often said that if you sit under that plaque, you will feel a cold chill run down your spine. For it is a ghost watching you. To ensure you don't forget Albert the Domino King.


Details | Free verse | |

Death's Kiss

I wait for the only looming possibility.
We watch as what is ours
fall apart gradually in its hands.

Fading and thinning hair,
weight of memories,
toothless smiles,
increasing wrinkles,
weakened spirits,
I wait, you wait, 
for the impending sign, death.

Smelling of slightly misty rain, 
the breeze of innocence,
we try to resist it,
holding onto that wispy hair of mundane,
until we have no more spark,
and can only linger,
for that is inevitable, 
death.

Slightly cold and wet,
memories slowly disappear,
hair grows luxuriant and rich,
wrinkles are unraveled out,
and it all flourish under its hand,
the hand of an undeniable presence, 
death.

Memories disappear,
pain, joy, sorrow, and life are all drained.
We enjoy a moment's felicity,
full of innocence and awe,
youth's endowment and bane,
as the world changes,
becoming captivating once more,
but only for a moment, a bittersweet moment.

It swiftly dissipates into thin air,
and we fall into a dark pocket of nihility,
we crash into threads of an imminent, death.

Into twilight and isolation,
we can still think and hope,
about that bittersweet flashback,
but that moment's bliss became torture,
because it could never be retained, held onto.

The cost of a bittersweet memory,
was longing and emptiness,
as we ache for the past,
vacant and drained reminders,
and finally, accept the uncertain and certainty,

death.


Details | Ballad | |

Close the Page

Our worth foretold, our hope devised
In the summer winds of change;
Until a cool wind moves the fallen leaves
Into drifts beneath the aging trees

Through a new day passed our lives intend,
As the twilight slips away,
Crying loud to the one who reads the book
Then folds its pages closed

Sweetly winds greet the coming fall,
As forever life hurries by;
Until now those autumn leaves descend
And lay silent beneath the aged trees


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The One Thing I Will Always Own, but then I Don't

It’s confusing
All of the voices in my head
It’s like I don’t know who I am anymore
I’m not me
And I’m defiantly not the people in here
I’ve disappeared
Yet… I haven’t
because every day I look through 
someone else’s eyes
Because I have been unwound so many times
Yet I still go on
I have seen life
I have seen death
I have died, and that’s saying something
I can’t remember how to speak
How to taste or how to smell
I can only remember how to think
But that’s not doing me too well
Considering I can’t remember how to yell
How to say IM STILL HERE
And ask my parents to undo it
But they are probably dead and gone too
Unlike you	
Or me
Or whoever this person may be
So I get no choice in the matter
Because I have memories too
Even if I am missing some of them
I remember my sixth birthday
Wetting my pants on the bouncy house, 
And saying it was sprite I spilled,
But my mother new better
She swept me away 
And saved the day
By getting me a new pair of pants
I remember
The first girl I kissed
How she tasted on my lips
And that time that I danced with her
With no music playing
But the worst of all
Is that I can’t remember her face
She had a button nose
And long blond hair
Beautiful green eyes
And a serious stare
But when I try to put it together
And trust me I do try
I lose myself in the thought
And begin to try and cry
But I can’t remember how
The least I can get out is a sigh
Because I don’t control myself anymore
Because it’s not me
And I don’t control how to cry
The other people in here
Don’t care about her like I do
They don’t remember how she pleaded
With my parents to keep me alive
Saying she could help me do better in school
As if
I was a horrible student
But I don’t remember my grades
Cause I’ve lost that part of my brain
I also can’t feel the rain
On my shoulders from that night
With someone 
But who
I can’t remember 
That was cut out too




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The Gravity of Genius

To show the world so many faces
yet not reveal your tears,
to take imaginations places
throughout your bright career,

To see your heartfelt humility
and real self-deprecation
with natural unmatched ability
of mad improvisation,

to fly where others find no path,
to thrive in air so rarefied
defines a genius of his craft.
How could life's role terrify?

Perhaps Robin would break the silence
with a brilliant improv routine,
heckling death with satirical defiance.
He was the best I’ve ever seen.

Otherworldly talent must command
a price no man should ever pay.
I can’t pretend to understand,
so I will laugh, reflect, and pray.


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Korean Commas

What am I to say to you dear sweet Jim
You have chased me away and now I am gone
But what about you broken by your promises
To me it's a sad old song, you've been gone for way to long
I doubt you knew, fondly whispered memories- same old song
For me there is and will be nothing left to do
You could never now complete the man I knew
The words were clear I was left in the shadows now with out you
Same old memories same old you I cried untill heavens turned blue
I am not ready for challenge I will not play the game
I am still hurt from the memories, hiding from the pain
Embarrassed becasue I am left standing here this way
Alone because of a man whose arms I have held so long
Caught burying worries and facing all the blame
But what about you, forgive yourself and start again 
You'll be the same old guy to all of them


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Eairlest Memory

My earliest memory is rather sad
I watched my mother die
Only memory of her I ever had
Through all the tears I cry

Some poems seem so hard to write
Will the pain never end?
Poetry to me is a spiritual fight
One that I hope to win

Most painful memory I can’t forget
One I cannot let go
It is a pain that I’ll never regret
Because I love her so

I don’t understand what a meter is
Or if I ever will
But I know that this truthful rhyme
Expresses how I feel


Details | I do not know? | |

OBL

O.B.L

You, baptised head of the snake
Left numerous dead in your wake
With deadly order, resulting in murder
Twisted beliefs, vomiting grief

Your followers brainwashed
Their humanity crushed
Your force too strong
Resulting in a bloody throng

9/11 your earthly heaven
Mankind maimed and logic lame
Prayers and deepfelt wailing
Confess the outcry of your shaming

Your slumber resulting in 7/7
Your journey now away from heaven
The melting pot of anger brewing
The world a stew of terrorism anew

Your final hour televised this dawn
The snake’s wisdom decapitated
Jubilation, disbelief and buried grief
Your body left writhing…yet

Still a real, cunning threat…


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Fading Breath

I was only ten,
when an illness visited me;
within days, it made me dehydrated
and weak. I had to support myself
to go to the sink to sip some water;
my mouth almost had no saliva!
One night, my parents rushed me to hospital,
for the gates of the afterlife were beginning to open
for me. I couldn't feel the drip needles getting through my skin;
my senses were lost. Visions of a white place I saw; a place my soul
probably stepped foot. My mother was awake beside me, all through the night. Death was much closer to me than I imagined.....


Poem Theme: Near Death Experience


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Forgot to Run

Lost and never found
She lays there beaten and bound
Tears are long dried
Rejected and denied
Her heart damned to hell
Her screams silent as well
Abandoned
Left alone
Bleeding out
Her helpless soul
Lost all breath to scream
Silent without a need
Growing cold with every breath
Losing sight
Its time for death
Gave up
Lost her way
Her thoughts
They never stay
Now cold
Frozen and numb
Growing old
Time has come
Mind fading
Forgot to run.....


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Heaven's waiting

She hopes again for love; casting her beauty as bait
each day into the sea of loneliness that eagerly awaits

Her soul yearns so for its mate; a missing link to living
that she lost and cannot find; and yet, she keeps on giving

Her heart, it breaks for those she meets who've also lost their way
in this world of emptiness; she hopes today will be the day

She meets the one, the only one, who can know her deep abyss
the one, like her who'll always search, for the one they truly miss

She'll know this one, this one who'll know his truly rightful place
who forever, in their eyes and minds is never to replace

Their memories of the lost love they'll  forever be celebrating,
the ones they keep their love safe for, the ones in heaven waiting


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The Curse of Unlimited Time

“Don’t forget to take your dose.”
My stomach in knots, as I shakily spoke.
“Baby, you know my death is coming close.”
“But mommy, I don’t want you to go.”

Doctors walked past,
Blurs of white stepping in and out fast,
As my mother and I tried to make the night last,
Pulling out memories and revisiting the past.

All of our ‘remember when’s’,
Made me wish I was there again,
Back when I thought there was time to spend,
With my mom, on who I could always depend.

“Why’d this have to happen now?”
My lips trembled as thoughts were spoken aloud.
“How can we change it, baby? Please, tell me how.”
“Cancer can’t take you! It’s not allowed!”

I crawled up beside her,
Beside my hero, my mother,
I heard the slow heart of my source of will-power,
And cursed the sickness that absorbed and devoured.

My mind rushed with things I needed to say,
Secrets that I kept so they’d stay out of the way.
But I was cut short as time ticked away,
And only one memory in my mind began to play.

“Remember when I started to cry,
That one day you never told me goodbye?
I always knew it was a silly reason why,
But you came back anyways and this was your reply.”

“My pretty little princess, I love you!
And I will always know you love me too.
So if I forget to say bye, please don’t be blue,
Because our bond is strong and will always stay true.”

The memory made up for things I couldn’t tell her,
And in this moment it made me feel the slightest bit better.
But yet all these emotions were flooding like water,
As I knew I was going to lose my mommy forever.

“I promise I love you baby, that’s all you need to know,”
And this time it was her voice that shakily spoke.
“I’m not scared of death, I’m just scared of letting you go.”
She winced in pain, death was too close.

“Mommy!” I screamed, scared out of my mind.
She smiled, then it faded as she laid there and died.
It’s indescribable what loss and longing I felt inside,
My mind went numb as I couldn’t bring myself to cry.

I need you,
I want you,
I miss you…

I love you mommy.


Dedicated to all who have lost their moms.
In sickness or old age,
Whatever it may have been,
This is for you.



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The Auction

Dejected eyes tear as her memories are sold,
The auctioneer’s voice rings out fast and cold.
She tries to reach out and grasp her treasure,
To that one memory that gave her pleasure.
Alas, the memory slips through her transparent hand,
Confusion crosses her sad eyes, she can’t understand.
She beseeches an on looker, “Sir, please listen to me,
Why must you buy my memories?”
For a moment he looks as if he heard,
But sadly he understood not a word.
She swallows a lump; a voice stops her retreat,
“You no longer live on this street.”
“It’s time to come home,” an angel replies,
Gently wiping the tears from her eyes. 
She looks up, smiling and taking his outstretched hands,
With humble radiance, she now understands.
She turns back for one last look, to say her good-bye,
In the angels assured embrace towards heaven they fly.


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DRAUGHT

Bitter dregs of life's elixir
just enough sweet to bury the bitter
small tastes of what is fine
to keep us going within our time
 
Love is not a convenient thing
when it disappears the heart does sting
though full does it make everything
when gone sorrow and weeping
 
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
though bowed low in you I'll trust
you have torn away my shield
naked before you within your field
 
Oh cherished muse hear my cry
through falls of tears did loved one die
swayed and shaken by what I feel
hills and valleys and waves I reel
 
accursed is the lot of man
death destroys the golden strand
no resistance even strong here land
the mouth of grave does ever expand
 
Though I cherish knowledge of the future
currant cuts and pain beneath the suture
the loss and grief of present time
can make a woman lose her mind
 
All mankind of this chalice drink
It's liquid swallowed on the brink
ingested fluid in each man's hour
against it's draft has no man power
 
Imprisoned in death are family and friends
and some few have met kinder ends
into tombs and crypt and grave descends
and upon it's bed many confess their sins
 
Even those having been reborn
will face the coming of it's storm
our souls descended of this family tree
and you oh Jah will hold our memory
 
Into the dust our lives return
await the future for which we yearn
and sink we do into the maw of death
till times resurrection Son returns our breath
 
Every nation the memorial tombs do field
in it's demise our truths do yield
and to it's rest are all paths sealed
even those who to the truth have kneeled
 
Gen 3:19 Ecc. 9:4-6 Dan 12:2 Rev 20:12-13
Prov. 27:20 Is 28:15-18 Rev 1:18
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Faceless Visions

Stepping out of the darkness
From a somewhat forgotten place
Steps what looks like a man
With everything but a face 
He steps out of a doorway 
Of an old rickety shack 
In torn up bloodstained overalls 
And a cowboy hat
He came off the porch 
In full stride 
I heard him whisper something in tongues 
And spit smoke when he walk by
A breeze of unpleasantness 
Came soon there after 
Followed by a strong smell of sulfur  
And intense laughter 
Then as the figure 
Got further away 
I saw him stop and turn around
And murmur my name
In voice I hadn't heard 
In a very long time 
It triggered a memory from my childhood 
Buried deep with in my mind
A one that id forgotten
And didn't know i had
As it came to me whose it was
It made me sad
Tears came to my eyes
And started to fall 
But turned to smoke 
When I started to ball
Then the door of that rickety shack
Flung wide open 
And i could see a bright black glow
Of a fire that was heavily smoking
And 2 glowing chains  
At lighting speed 
Grazed my face 
As it flew by me
They went threw the figure
And snatched him back 
Back into the fire
Of that rickety shack

    I don't know if that was the end of 
that dream or not I'll find out tonight. 
And just since your probably wondering who 
or what that figure is or who I think it is 
from the voice I heard I truly believe it is
my father who committed suicide when I was 10


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this is for you

i really love you
I seriously do
I don't want to leave
But you've got to believe
I don't belong here
Please do not fear
Everywhere you go
Just feel the soft wind blow
the love flow through your veins
Relieve all your aches and pains
just listen to the whispers
you will hear my voice...
I will always love you...
It will hurt really bad
perhaps make you terribly sad
just listen to your heart
and you will realize
It was only best
For me to die
Then you'll know I'll be safe
no more hurt
Just in peace


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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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Reflecting on My Pooch

I remember when you came to me,
a slinky sleek bundle of fur and muscle,
dashing, daring, purring, and pouncing,
testing the limits and the patience of all,
playing in the morning, playing at night,
sliding on the carpet,
never sleeping, never stopping,
energy incarnate.

You burned so brightly in my life,
lighting our world with toys and tests,
talking and jumping,
clawing and pouncing,
nurturing your elder,  nurturing me,
comforting and consoling,
kissing away tears and trials,
loving always,
soothing and slinky.

You grew and grew,
first up, then out, so round,
so happy, 
laser pointers -- who cares,
contentment in a jolly round ball,
with your big belly inviting the pet,
the rub, the snuggle, the cuddle,
my pillow, my gentle living big and warm,
pillow.

Toy mice as babies, carried through the house,
surprises in my shoe,  was that a joke,
laughing at me or laughing with me,
slipping on your gifts,
midnight tripping on the dark floor lump,
not malicious, laughing with me I decide,
with delightful sparkle eyes,
surprising grace,
embracing life. 

Years pass and you burn less brightly,
sixteen candles and nine lives gutter,
the weight falls away, the attention span,
bones and skin, but always love,
always pur, happy to be,
my friend, my buddy,
my cat named dog.
Your flame fades,
and I miss you already, Pooch.


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RIP, Russell

When you became the Professor, you got fortune and fame.
You were talented and you and I have the same last name.
Without your contribution, Gilligan's Island wouldn't have been half as good.
But now millions of people are sad because you're gone forgood.

You were perfect for the part of the Professor, that's for sure.
But sadly, you died just a few days ago of kidney failure.
People will always remember you because you were a nice guy.
We're all sad because you're dead and we have to say goodbye.

[Dedicated to Russell Johnson (1924-2014) who died January 16, 2014.]


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I Mourn

I mourn you every waking day
It's like mourning the sun on the darkest day

I mourn you now with silent cries
A river of heartache that never dries 

I miss you so much I'm emotionally drained
I think of you and smile but then it's followed by pain

I mourn you in the present while I cling on to the past
Hoping that your memory will forever last

I mourn you right now like I did yesterday
Hoping memory doesn't fail and you'll start to fade

I mourn the fact that you were gone in a breath 
I mourn because I'm human and can't accept death


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Entertainment

Entertainment


All we talk about
is death. We see it
on TV as casual as
sports. It's

empty death, non-heros
suddenly vanished from the script.
We don't live with histories,
only empty-eyed stories.

We say goodbye with
one-syllable whistles
and finger flicks. Blood
is a decoration

that entertains us with
seriousness. We know
how goodbye is a joke
we needn't really tell.


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September 11, 2014

Remembrance of a tragedy 
touches the souls of all of us 
Death came to innocents as terror 
from the skies struck 
Remembrance of a tragedy 
today 
The names of the fallen 
resound on the media 
Thirteen years ago we saw the face of death in these states
A heinous scene was perpetrated on our soil 
Suicide attack 
   and America knew horror 
Magnificent structures 
reduced to rubble 
The story of man's inhumanity to man 
is a long one 
   The world is still full of strife 
Let us remember the fallen 
and pray for better days 


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RIP OG

Your heart was pure 
your love was huge
your kindness could heal any bruise 
you helped us all when we were down
and now your gone and not around 
Our tears are flowing out of control
ravaging all i use to know 
you helped me find the true me 
taught me that being different is a good thing 
that within the darkness there is always a light 
that nothings all bad 
that there’s always hope 
and always time to laugh 
that when life knocks us down
were strong enough to fight
to not fear change because it’s a good thing
that sometimes good can come from bad 
as long as you look on the bright side
that we all have a purpose
and when we fulfill that purpose our time is done.


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A Wonderful Nana

A gentle whisper
Throughout our hearts,
A memory never lost
A loving woman dear to our hearts.

Her smile would wipe away
The coldest of fears,
Her gentle love would wipe away 
The endless tears.

Even though she has gone away
Her love and memory is always 
Here To Stay!!

We love you Nana with everything 
that we are and we know that you 
are now walking in Glory with God,
and all of our lost loved ones. 
Godspeed Nana


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PETALS FROM ABOVE

A precious mother’s journey was almost at end
And she began to hear the angels sing
As a mother you have earned your purple heart
And soon you’ll be receiving your wings...
Yet, she knew there was a message that she must send. 
Her words took form as precious 
Petals of joy flowing from above
To touch the hearts of those she loved
She said the LORD is my Shepard, I shall not want, 
In his word I stand and do believe
That he has supplied all of my needs
To the heavens I must now ascend,
Departing, my dear family and friends
In remembrance of me I hope you’ll smile,
For I have traveled my last earthly mile.
Embrace one another affectionately; 
Following loves pure light as it is meant to be
As He allows me to send these precious
Petals of joy flowing from above
May, they comfort the hearts of those I love.


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ACROSS THE SEAS OF TIME

Pine not for the times of yore

and the voices not forgotten

They’ve sailed unto a distant shore

to a land naught misbegotten

They’ve traveled over the golden seas

to a land with choicest fruit

and left the land of mallow lees

and the melodies of lute

on the vigils cliffs we stand

neath the hot and steamy sun

holding hearts within our hand

to those we miss now gone

 

COPYRIGHT © 2014 PoetryofProvidence
C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Death Bed

laying on the death bed near the monitor waiting for the continuous beep.
the old man stares through the window watching as his family weeps.
he sheds a tear as he knows death is near. 
but then he remembers his great long lived years.
he remembers the amazing woman he married.
he remembers the daughter his wife once carried.
he remembers his old farm house.
he remembers it was as quiet as a mouse.
it consisted of a few animals, a corn field and a close by lake.
as a child he'd fish with his dad till it was late.
as a child he would hunt with his dad.
hunting with his dad made him glad.
he was full of childhood glee.
he felt unstoppable, happy, and free.
sometimes he would be home alone.
he'd play with his dog and throw him a bone.
when dinner came he would always eat his moms soup.
when morning came he'd get the eggs from the chicken coop.
now fast forward to his teen years.
he's on a beach with his friends, a bonfire, and a couple of beers.
they would sit in a circle and make lots of jokes.
sometimes they would go for a late night swim and get soaked.
now fast forward to the present where he lay in bed. 
his hospital food brought to him to be fed.
now the daughter  his wife used to hold is in the waiting room as she weeps.
what the old man doesn't realize is the continuous beep.


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Why'd You Have To Go?

Why’d you have to go?
This is home,
This is were the heart is,
Where your start is.
And this is where you sat
Everyday
And every night I look
But I can’t stay,
Have to look away,
It’s your memory that haunts me,
You memory that taunts me,
And I have to run away.
I know if I stay
That I’ll just waste away.
I know that I have to go,
I put on a good show
But the fights over,
I can go.
But your memory it haunts me,
Still always taunts me.
And I’m afraid I’ll go down,
And get stuck in that hole in the ground
That leads to hell.
Hope you’re well,
Because rotting in this I won’t be.
In my own house,
Your house,
Hell looks a lot like home.
Why’d you have to go?


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Would you believe

Would you believe
words will never describe
the block our minds place.
To blockade the truth
to control our thoughts
so as to keep from delirium,
from the truth

Would you believe
that life is created
not by God
not by science
by the space we inhabit,
the mind.

To comprehend life
is to overrule the mind,
to comprehend existence,
is to overrule the mind.
To understand the mind is not possible,
the mind sets what the mind understands.

And so we will never understand
we live within a set of rules to keep from madness,
a mind created to prevent insanity.
A mind kept prisoner by the rules set in place, by the mind set to stay
so that we never understand
and never comprehend
the madness that would befall
if we knew the truth.
The mind made life, and outside it's existence, we will never find that the mind 
is all but is nothing.


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Forget Me Not

If I leave this place
Before you're ready for me to go
Remember my smile
How it glowed like a rainbow

Remember my heart
The way I loved hard and strong
I loved each and every one of you
Even though I felt I didn't belong

Remember my faith
I'll be in very good hands
I always went to God
Throughout life's tough demands

Remember my laugh
I should have laughed everyday
Know that it heals the soul
And keeps the sadness away

Remember my tears
Oh, I cried a great deal
Whether happy or sad
Very emotional I would often feel

Remember my intuition
When no one else had a clue
Somehow I would often feel things
But didn't always know who

Remember my voice
Very quiet and polite
Now just imagine me saying
That I'm gonna be alright

And to my husband and children
That I thoughtlessly left behind
Keep your memory of me happy
And tucked away in the back of your mind

Bring me out when you need me
So my memory can comfort you
And if all else fails
Just remember that I love you!


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NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN

A trigger was squeezed.

Gunshots echoed through the streets, follower by an unnatural silence. How 
could it be a life was taken? The silence immediately interrupted by questions 
like who, when, where, how, over and over again we asked ourselves why ???

The questions faded out, as our minds were assaulted, invaded, and over ran by 
grief, sorrow, morning, pain, and sadness. Sadness was short lived. The sorrow 
abruptly turned to guilt, anger, hate, hostility, and thoughts of revenge with a deep 
longing for vengeance. After many harsh thoughts of retribution a sea of endless 
tears flooded the streets. We all anger over the withholding of the truth. Together 
we mourned your lost. “My loving caring, compassionate son, my brother, my 
nephew, my uncle, my cousin, my lover, my friend, my neighbor, my big brother, 
my lil brother, my hommie, my shorty, my round, my dog, my boy, my child taking 
by the streets ahead of your time.”

We all felt this family and friends alike, not I, you, him, her, them nor they. Leon 
it’s for you: we cried at your passing. We frowned at the way it happen. Yet Smiles 
illuminate the darkness when we’re asked about the way you lived. My son 
though you were taken from this world by injustice, far away in heaven well 
beyond the stars may you open your eyes. Through the masses your memory 
shall survive – Music, pictures, tee shirts, poetry, rip tattoos, and the ceremonial 
pouring out of liquor. Through us, I pray may your memory live on not stained by 
the evil that stole you away. Through us your family, friends, and from time to time 
a casual stranger, you will always be remembered as you lived. Rest in peace to 
My Tru Solider.

A SOUL NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN!!!  


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forgotten already

This line is already in memory 

every thought of feeling 

or emotion

I ever experience, will one day

vanish,

 

like the dodo …

I am content to live in now

 

I have fallen to ground 

enough times to know,

I will forget the fall 

and it will only be 

on the spin of the next,

that my memory will surface

 

good thing about memory

it conveniently forgets,

 

carving each word my wrist bones

ache, from strings of memory,

But I know it will not 

make me immortal,

it just provides 

comfort

 

Burning my name in the moon

will only be blown away by comets,

plummeting to obliterate 

every curve,

every dash and dot

 

Leonardo Da Vinci speaks to me 

even now,

and I know, one day away,

only the stars will remember my gaze

 

I brush my cheek with death’s

and know that it will be enough


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Lisa

She did not ire against the fading light
The mystery of death did not perplex
But comforted her enervated soul
As she acquiesced to fate
Her last words extolled the joys of life
And love 
And the sunset


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A Funeral

Death and its mournful tidings
Obituaries and eulogies, read
Black ties and black veils, all in rows
Surround this shell and the open earth
The cold, damp wind sashays through and through
Memories, half a century old are lost and forgotten
A flight of geese overhead, perform a last flyover
Victory in death
Vestiges of family, say farewell and Godspeed
Tomorrow brings colder and damper weather


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Early Frost

An early frost came,
  unannounced, uninvited, a carefree assassin,
  some indiscriminate vacuum.
Bejeweled fingers scratched the pane
  and found their way inside;
  a fleeting touch, a brush with fate,
  a young life frozen:
  cryogenesis so cruel, final,
  so cold.

An early frost came,
  it’s intent bore no malice
  as a lightning strike of icicles
  impaled a young heart.
Those who knew and were deeply touched
  cried grief suffused tears:
  sadness so sharp, acute,
  so bleak.

An early frost came,
  a misty shroud of hail,
  born not of unkindness or leprous evil
  but blind pure white neutrality.
And though it bit hard that year,
  it’s hands the thieves of life,
  it’s hoary fingers could not dare
  to claw his memory from our minds:
  memory so vivid, treasured,
  so fond.

An early frost came,
  life removed but not diminished;
  remembrance a warm retreat
  melting glacial pain.
For heat or cold, it matters no more,
  an early frost has come and gone;
  in memory, beyond the veil of sleep,
  a heart and soul lives on


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Never Forgotten

In Loving Memory of Shawna Nicole Bradley

All who got to know her wish they could
change the past. 
And make her come back, 
but we know we can't so we just try to 
keep her memory alive for as long as possible. 
If it were up to us her memory would never die.
Although she was only here for twelve 
short years she touched 
the hearts of all who had the chance to meet her. 
But in all the hearts she touched 
she will never be forgotten. 
We love you Shawna.