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Buttercups and laughter

She sings in soft tones,
her magic exists beyond the obvious.
Listen closely to her wanting,
She is wrapped in a trancendent light.

A dreamer,
chasing white rabbits.
Grasping for the infinite,
with delicate hands.

A moth, 
Dances within her luminosity.
Flying on yesterday's wings,
carrying smiles that are meant for tommorow.
Witness her as she waits to exhale.

A daisy chain,
tied around her wrist.
A future promise to be kept.
For within her spirit,
exists a burning passion! 
She awaits one who is worthy,
of her consuming flame

Although she is unaware,
hers is a temporary sadness.
Happiness flirts at the edge of her dreaming,
waiting for an open window.
His shadow hidden behind frosted glass.

Shades of green,
turn brilliant yellow!
Buttercups dance around her feet.
Her laughter floats across the meadow.
Happiness runs to her open arms.

Together they skip, to her apple tree.
For hers is a faith that trancends the temple.
Her spirit sought and found salvation.
He had been with her all along,
I can see it in her smile.
The rain has passed and sunshine resides in her eyes!

For Catie Lindsey's contest. 
I hope she sees beyond her shadows to her field of buttercups.


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Drink Responsible - Slogans -

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                         Can you hear me now? Good!                                 
                       I can't seem to forget you                                         
                    I love what you do for me                                          
                 It must be love                                                             
              between love and madness lies obsession                       
           Like always. Like never before                                        

At the sign of the                                         cat 
have a break, have a                              Kit-Kat                    
Tastes so good cats ask for it by name 
                                                      Schhhh ... You-know-who       

I'd rather die of thirst than drink from the cup of mediocrity
                                                                  Perfect to you
                                                                       Purely you 
There's a smile in every Bar                                                                                   
               Obey your thirst                                                                        
               This Bud's for you                                                
One a day helps you work, rest, and play                     
               More fun than rum                                             
               Drink responsible                                   
Heineken open your                                            world                                                
Because  that's
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a bowl a day keeps the bullies away         

                           
                   Our plans are based on yours                      
                   You have my word on it                    
Be the first to know                       
Who we are                                 
                The "no problem" people  
                                                   Only smarties have the answer           
                                                   Making it all make sense 
                       
Drink responsible                    
                       Because that's the kind of mom you are                
Sometimes you've got to break the rules       
                       Blow your own bubble                           
You're invited                                       
                       Catch our smile?
Everything we do is driven by you                                     
Driven by what's inside                                            
                       We'll take more care of you                                 
                       You asked for it.                You got it                            
We know what it means to serve                 
On your side                                              
Allied on your side     
      
You're in good hands  
We make it happen     
We'll be there                           
Get the feeling                       
Im lovin' it                                   
You are the controller                       
Only on Playstation                    
                                 You are now free to move                
                            Unleash the beast       
                       Is it in you?       
                  Do you dare?   



About this poem:
To "write" this poem, I used slogans, short and often memorable phrases
used in advertising campaigns. Below you can find the name of the product 
(or the company) in order of appearance.

-Verizon Wireless; Wind Song; Toyota; Honda; Calvin Klein; Saturn
-Mercury; Kit Kat; Meow Mix; Schweppes
-Stella Artois; Wella; Dell; Hershey's; Sprite; Budweiser; Mars; Malibu;
 Captain Morgan; Heineken; Rice Krispies; Cheerios; Applejacks Cereal
-Assurant; Isuzu; CNN; Guardian Life Ins; Auto-owners Ins;
 Smarties; Microsoft
-Captain Morgan; Rice Krispies; Buger King; Bubble Yum; Red Hills Inn; 
 Pacific Southwest Airlines;  Ford; Subaru; British Airways; Toyota; USSA;
 Nationwide Mutual Ins; Allied Ins
-Allstate; IBM; Chevrolet; Toyota; Mc Donalds; Microsoft Kinect; PS3;
 Southwest Airlines; Monster Energy; Gatorade; Curious.



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A New Hope shown by Anna Hazare in India

For more details, please see my Blog dated 7th April 11 
'In India, a new Revolution is in the offing'




A New  Hope shown by Anna Hazare in India

A new torch is there in your hands,  dear Anna Hazare*,
A torch by which you are waking up the souls
Of millions and millions of our sleeping citizens.

To wake up and to remove the curses created by many of our
Corrupt bureaucrats and down to earth polluted politicians,
Such people inspire only directly or indirectly in my country 
Violence, crime, corruption, and greedy coalitions.

No words are sufficient to thank you, O soldier of Gandhi,
As by non-violence, only Gandhi wanted to change the society.

God has given you an opportunity to do something,  
O bold soldier
Several hundred thousands are standing with you and 
Millions would join your campaign for removing the curse of corruption,
Effecting our country and many countries of the world,
All these are the result of ever-increasing greed and misdeeds of many such bureaucrats and politicians,
Such people are ruining many countries of the world by their 
Ever increasing lustful temptations for money and greed for power and pelf.

In an era when the world is facing its new Renaissance of knowledge and awakening,
We salute your guts and efforts to bring a wind of change in my country.

Just keep walking with the torch of courage and hopes you have lighted,
As millions and millions more are waiting to join your efforts or 
Waiting to start a campaign like this in every country, 
As all the nations of the world are facing the tortures created by unworthy bureaucrats
and politicians.
Keep the torch high to light up the nation with a new light,
Our dear soldier Anna Hazare. 

Ravindra
Kanpur India 08th April 2011

Anna Hazare* .  Anna Hazare is a 73 years old man and  one of India's 
well-acclaimed social activists. A former soldier in the Indian army, 
Anna is well known and respected for upgrading the ecology and
economy of the village of Ralegan Siddhi which is located in the 
drought prone Ahmednagar district of Maharashtra state


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The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


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The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


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Diamond Birthed Day

Diamond dawn softened cold clinical walls, smoothing harsh lines, soothing the sleepless with the lullaby of love. Blossom-pastel hues sparkled with crystals of dew; glimmering prisms of diamond-cut light, in the month of showers and flowering bowers. Red and yellow daisies studded dark soil like gemstones tumbled beneath the flower of the sun. Sweet peas twined a bright trellis of light; clinging like a baby's fist, curling around sunbeams, climbing a golden ladder of sunlight. Crystalline morning softly stroked your face: a sleeping jewel, gently polished by the early light of a late April sunrise.
dedicated to my little 'sweet pea' Jake, born 28th April 2009 Charlotte Puddifoot Motif: Nature


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Tiger

Sly quiet slim fur
Sneaking through the trees
The only one that likes water


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If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


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Work

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


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


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APRIL FOOLS ME

You pull the strings of lover's guitar.
And blend the rythm with solemn desire.
We sung the song of endless hymn.
While whispering a promise in my ears.
Hand and hand we reach the edge,
of heavenly bliss that you and I shared.
I almost forgot the date on that day.
It was April when you fool me so well. :(


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Her Favourite Pink Teddy

Having decided that she was no less then this, a deceiving
Wicked witch so I happily hurried along her belongings ¿
Exiting stage left throwing them all into the garbage bin 
Except for her heart's favourite pink teddy while listening 
Unto Bruce Springstein's anthem song, Born In The USA..
Quite aware of these metaphors scattered about a rent 
Canvas his bluebird complaining to a solitary crow gazing
Peering into the green grass hidden; trying to make it's way 
Imagining as her Statue of Liberty and thinking that Diane
Beholds their gray grim reapers, wearing righteous masks ?
Children weeping mothers bewildered a man with his sickle
Lifted high proclaiming these balancing scales holy castles...
Chasing the we understand given to us; serving your demons.  

 


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The Music of Annisquam.

Here I rest upon the smooth rivers bank 
Resting under the protection of white birch
Tasting the scent of spring on old Cape Ann
As if being reborn in the late April sunshine

Here thoughts and memoirs drift on the current
Washing away on coppery green wave crests
Watched by Snapdragon eyes gently drifting
Wafting in the sweetness of a juniper breeze

A brushed sedate glow of dusk mirroring light
Painting the currents of the Annisquam River
Lying in the peaceful and intrepid stillness
I wonder if I’ve found a moment of perfection

Softly baptized by the tepid evening drizzle
I see the silvery notes fall to break the surface
Playing the sweet libretto of rain and river
A rising crescendo of new life awakening

Here I find peace upon the placid rivers bank
Lost in memory amidst honeysuckle moments
It’s here that my spirit remains eternally young
Ever blossoming in the late April moonlight


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Crystal Fantasy

"I never travel without my diary, one should always have something sensational to 
read . .  .”  Oscar Wilde, 1891 


                                                                                                       April 12, 2011
It happened again on April 12th
My crystal dove fell off the shelf
The shelf of knickknacks in my mind
Of people and places, left behind 
This one was Adam and all we could be
Lovers, partners, the possibilities
The alternate dream, if you would
Of another us in a parallel world
Where I’m not married, nor is he
And dreams of together morph into being
I pick this dove up, this Adam fantasy
And place it on the shelf, out of my reach


Susan Burch
*Won 8th place in "The Diary" contest


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The Blue

Dubieties engulf all around
 As the brume in the dawn
  Behold plants seeking strength
In this warm cuddling cloud  
_________________________________

Songs soon sing from the sky
 The common notes that play
  When it’s about to drop wet
 Upon human’s bower.

It’s wonted (by this time) to descry 
 Dark clouds being deserted
By its everyday residents.

In the mood of the inclement
 It’s sparse to hear
  Any row from the firmament
Other than the loyal sound 
  Of the saturated pattering
From the blue yonder.



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THE ITTY-BITTY SPIDER

The itty-bitty spider knew 
he had to web his site.
He was in the corner of breakfast nook.
I watched him all night.
He went up the line with such might.
The itty-bitty spider was magnified.
The web he created was in neon light.
______________/
For Andrea Dietrich Third & Final Itty Bitty Contest
April 11, 2014


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Storms

For all to hear and all to see
 thunder and lighting glistening at me
marbles of water bounce off the roof
vanishing magically but there not to see

the animals hide from it's presence
hoping to be safe under protection 
as the giant stomps it's feet
and Edison's light bulb flares

No one sees but clouds before
and clouds gather after
the only evidence of this terrible rage
lies under the ground, and atop the roof

Some catch it's content's
and some measure it's times
but no one is brave enough to go in

the only thing sound is the blanket atop me
keeping me warm and safe from the cold

once the rages over the world quiets 
as if its waiting for the monster to come back
for the giant to stomp once again
and for Edison's lightbulb to go out
for all to become noisy
but alas it never does


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The dying perch

I found a perch this morning
Capsized and defeated by the early spring  
Washed into a silty little corner, waiting to become still 
The miniature heart, it beat so fast, it tried very hard 
Fiercely and with fire it tried, in its very unimportant way 
It pulsed a few more times, in vain, then the blood began to cool
Beneath the filigree of grey scales, tarnished with muted gold 
Painted over with strong looking black lines, like racing stripes 
I stirred then, upon reflex, as it was clear that the life had ebbed away 
Quiet within a hush, how small it became, I thought
Some lost minutes held me there in a brief reverie 
Myself only a distortion in the glassy button eye 
Then the moment was gone and I heard the waves again
My body towered above the scene once more, sun weary and sleepy 
I gave a parting breath and turned without another glance
With only a few steps I had forgotten everything
Nothing-thoughts took up the space 
I turned and headed back up the path that led me home 


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My Love For You

My love for you is like cool slow rain from an April sky with gentle droplets whispering of love as they kiss your face My love for you is like gentle sea breezes on a hot summer's noon bringing healing's touch from some far away land to soothe the weary soul My love for you is like the dawning sun chasing away the darkness with golden sunbeams that radiate with hope of a better day My love for you is like all these things and more for even if the rain ceases to fall and the breeze forgets to blow and the sun shines no more my love for you will always be there


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The Breathing Fog of May and the Insistence of Wednesday's Sun.

It's...


irrelevant


we're two stories, picture books rubbed raw and torn pages, he's


ripped


up the middle, down the lines of his face on the left and his right ear


dangles


over my toes when midnight falls, I watch him, inconspicuous, listen to my sleep.



I'm breathing, I'm attacked by May and I used to know lavender beneath the fog, I used to
know dawn, I blanketed myself with scratches and wrote love letters to April when I missed
the rain...


but now I write letters to him, hoping, somewhere, my handwriting can tattoo his skin.



He...


feels...


sometimes, I think it's love, that's what he's termed this undiluted destruction of me and
it's a shame I didn't stain him, it's a shame my blood doesn't laugh at him from his
palms, it's a



shame



I don't crawl over him like fleas at midnight, biting, itching and tearing him to shreds...


it's a shame I still make him smile.



I know the shape of Tuesday evening, she turns sideways beneath the moon, and my thighs
become blue with memories and reflections but I leave the window open to confuse tomorrow


I crack the glass and pray I don't bleed, I...


slice through sunlight, I'm


tired


and he's sleeping, his eyes are always closed....


and I whisper to Wednesday to steal his eyelashes, I cry to April to blow them to me and I
promised, I promised Thursday I'd make these wishes....



but I don't know



how to collect.




He's ineffectual as long as I'm cold, he's problematic and I sweat, swatting at headlights
and curling under blankets, I'm trying to fool myself but



my eyes don't close...


and I've spit on last January, indignant in her youth, she'll never hear the screaming
pain of forgiveness...


and my mouth


won't


close, my teeth won't crash and creek and grind him down...


not this close to May, anyway, not this close to


Wednesday.




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Seize the Day

(Earth Day, 2014)

New life emerges;
Seasons change...
fragile Earth survives another day...

We scan our universe for origins
(and endings), extending vision
ever farther, reaching for utmost limits...

So much to learn --
trial and error, trial and error
(preponderance of error)...

and new life emerges. 
Fragile Earth
survives another day.


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Spring summer

~ Where should I start this poetic trace? ~

Supple summer, season scene
Takes off coats and welcome warmth
And tranquil under soften sky.

Spring 'O' Spring precedence over summer...
Summer host long light evenings,
Carol patterns and seldom pit-a-pat.

Fertile season, holder of juicy jubilee
Easter burners' night, palm Sunday pedestrian...
And good Friday chorus.

March-to-October, love you so much.

~ Hope I am not missing out? ~ 

Lol.

Dedicated to the lover of the above poetic summer season.


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Oh Rain

Rain, rain we loved as kids,
But another round of this,
We prayed against in this town.
Why? Our reasons ‘re obvious.
The previous downpour catered away our belongings,
Seven of our people were flooded away
To where only God can tell,
And nineteen was flooded out of their abode.
Preceding rain was tough.
I (myself) can’t tell the quantity I drained away from my room.
Where is government to come hitherto to our aides?
May be tomorrow, I can’t say.  


*Downpour: Heavy rainfall, Heavy shower...

28/5/2013


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Junipers, when I was young

Summer came crashing down like a thunderhead 
Hordes of children released from their brick prisons 
My young eyes watched out the passenger window 
Our yard, brown spots and all, I loved it

The way we ran, the sprinkler cackling in the background 
Voices hoarse from delighted screams, evening bubbles by 
Blades of grass stick to my heel, and I dream of junipers 
They line the front of our house, protecting it from monsters 

I want to take that particular green and paint my life with it
Over again, just once more, standing next to the street
Rubbing the needles between my fingers, sticky with life 

The evergreen balm sparkles through my senses 
Stirring up magic and stories about the high sea 

Night time comes and my memory stands tall 
The curtains in my bedroom billow like sails 
And outside, the castle wall still stands 


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Cat

If you have a cat it’s fluffy and shy
It’s it not your cat you stay away from the
Litter Box
Blah


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The Man in the Moon

A reflection of moonlit innocence. Once, happy days were like sand slipping through my fingers. I could not keep hold. I was only a girl. In the darkness of night, the man in the moon smiled down on me. Never alone or cold was I in the light. Though the world cannot protect a child from pain, the moon still smiles providing respite in the night. The child within thanks the moon for his warm smile. A reflection of stolen innocence, a face veiled in fear given peace by the moon's glow, a security blanket in the twinkle of stars. I prayed for peace in a place of broken souls and God showed His face in a shining moon. I pray for a thousand years of love in moonlight. I still shed tears for the girl but no longer fear. The man in the moon still smiles, a constant in an unpredictable world. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 9, 2012 Fifth place in April Poem contest (PD)


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New Dawn

Zest is in my heart
And bliss is in the air
As sanguine clouds have given way
To a new dawn so fair

Buds are blooming into flowers
And nature is burgeoning with joy
As the dead autumn has given way
To a new spring so joyous

				
							


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A Life Too Short

Life is cut too short
One decision leads to another
It’s the way of life


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Bejewelled Tree

I gazed out of my favorite window,
The beautiful tree touched by the rain.

The branches shone like jewels,
Diamonds of nature.

The daylight shinning,
Through the pristine droplets of water.

There were a few trees like this,
Simply welcoming spring.

The rain had endured,
Cloudy and foreboding.

The tree like  a ray of sunlight,
Cheering the day.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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APRILS ENDING

Aprils ending was very close.
Weeping the sky had a morning mourning.


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Spring Showers

Spring is here
I long to see the rainbow
After the nimbus effect
That gives no hope of dawn.
The heavy pelts of heavenly pours
On dusty iron metals of every shelter
Leaves me cold fear and frail.
Paper canoes rejoice and be glad
For floods would flow by.
Happy time for the water pot
That humbles the proud harvest basket.
Blooms for flowers,
Lands left to fallow would sprout greens.
We shall play in the rain and drenched
To enjoy the pleasure of the season.
Taste of the morning dew 
Gives my cheeks a strange sweetness,
A hollow pleasure of pain.
Ease to the scorching sun
A bright new season that pleases.

CONTEST NAME: SPRING SHOWERS
DATE:02/04/2013


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Season Of Shorts

The day is brrrry.
I stay inside, drive everywhere I go.
Longing for my birthday,
Groundhog's Day,
and all that comes after.
The melting, the warmer winds,
the lengthening days, 
the things that bring
the depressed spirit back to life.
Window-staring,
watching the layered, coated people
walk shivering on the sidewalk.
It's almost time.
The season of shorts will soon arrive.

1/22/2013


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T terrible

Added not one word. compared to works im worse. far travles the voice of power.  
bundled under her shirt a sheltered puppy. As  raindrops fell in celestial whispers
i could hear the child inside her crying.
Yet her head set in a proud look. not a bad thing could be said of her face.
Nor could i tolerate any man to speak bad about her.
A breeze blows the cutrain floats i feel a sudden change of equallibriam 
as Justice prevails my senses once again must be in the  sixth sense.
She sees past me images of finding her real self. Lost is to me is the cause of this.
As eyes pierce me in every direction. she enjoys an honest conversation as rare as they are


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Calling You

Too far by miles
Thence too close to my heart
Lots of stories to share with you
With buckets of tears
and a glass of smiles
With myraid of unfulfilled wishes
and one win over several busts
I pretend if you were here
As it is time
I need your presence
before April ends
and month May begins
For me with ocean of tears.
 
I need to rest
Am tired of being a living mortal
Too much to squall
and little of being a playing marionette
With you I will find an existence of mine
Please come back to your motherland
As I pretend you to be here
As it is already time
that I need your shadow
To see my own essence of life
before April ends
and month May begins
For me with hell of curses and fears. 
 
I need to breathe
Am exhaling smokes of being a corpse
Too much of flames
and so lean of being of the open sky
With you can fly to the heaven
Your presence here can make my wings spread
As I already pretend you to be here
To feel my own reliance
I need your feathers to build my nest
But when April ends
and month May begins
Without your presence
I will be shedding my eminence.

Note: This poem is dedicated to my friend Angshumala Goswami


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Snail

A slow-creeping mollusk
Belonging to family
Differing from slugs
Protective shell


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lighted fingers

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

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

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

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

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

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

and in that moment— that god must be there

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

the light on my fingers is a faint flicker

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

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

as we all did,
as we all one day do

now and forever—
(amen)

– – –

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

leaving me as wordless
as the god i once believed in

– – –

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

– – –

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


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If


under a tree i'll sing you a lullaby
i'll ask for the moon to stay for a while. 
i'll kiss you goodnight and hug you tight.
ill stay awake, make sure your alright. 

i'll make breakfast, the best part of your morning. 
i'll wash the dishes just to keep you smiling.
we'll take a walk in the open fields.
we'll play with the water and  the ocean breeze. 

you'll laugh like you've never laughed before.
 and we'll take every chance on every open door. 
i will be you guardian and you'll be my light. 
with you by my side, everything feels right. 

so under a tree i sing a lullaby.
and ask for the moon to stay for a while. 
just a kiss goodnight and i'll be fine
i'll do everything  if only you were mine. 


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April

April

Admitting that I don’t 
Still care even though it’s not fair
to be without everything
that made me 
exactly what it was to feel
what it was to be real
and now I don’t care anymore

Like the hands on a clock change 
Arms roll loose and free
Never knowing what to grab
Or to even believe in me
To catch a fall from a distance
Even though it’s right next to me
You still can’t believe 
I’d be there for every instance

Rollin like eyes on a face 
too bad the smile’s fake 
showing  mistakes
never seeing through to the truth 
but the words can’t lie 
when it makes the features
turn, to a painful time

Cause the thought remains				
Of how it’s never the same									       How I changed my ways
In these turbulent days
I can’t face now what’s in store
Cause there’s always gonna be that much more
Waiting, and hiding, 
Behind every curve
Like the moonlight
Sitting on the edge of your nerves
Shattering hopes and dreams
Misleading 
And revealing what’s not anymore


When the light shines green
its just to deceive
Even though it’s against
Everything you’ve seen
It’s dark 
Inside the heart
Filled with stains from yesterday’s rain
Leaving what’s left in the distance
And never feeling what’s real anymore
Try to look past the stage, of the rage
Knowing full well that
In this world we dig our own graves

Take me, I can not fight myself
Stretching, a life’s worth is just too much
Saddening, to run from my old self
Causing, a stigma in my eyes 

You hear a chime
Lost in age, 
A match to a time
Before May
When everything was safe

Take everything with a grain of salt cause
In the end it’s no one’s fault
Like assault
On a memory fading in the wind
No matter what it’s still a sin
Just roll with the punches kid
It’ll all turn round in the end


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Spring

As she lay on her knees
surounded by the these brown clored leaves 
she gazed up high
so high 
it was like she
was floating above
the sky
but a cold breeze 
soon sent
sievers down her spine
shaking it off
she picks up
a dandi lion
she made her wish and threw it
sending it flyinging in the wind
the birds whistling
in sync
she starts to sing
you see
its not autum anymore 
its spring
no more autum leaves
just a  warm summer breeze


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the Lucid songs we sing

What colour is your blues
For it always fails to reach our spring
Adams abreach 
And Eve's the moment 
Our gardens sing

If the stars don't reach for you
At least the sun will greet you
Provides the light that allows smiles to blossum
Illuminates the soil that greens your pigment clean
And on to June Bugs you remain unseen

Did you finally settle that dust that rose
With the winters you miss I grow
It left you at a spring time breaze
Did you roll up your sleeves, fall to your knees 
draked in the soil from which cotton seeds

Did you prick your skin and bleed
Did you lie in a petal of roses and read 
as you gazed upon a sky that refused to die
Did you wish for the frost 
To touch the wind and fall subordinate to the cause

And as April died
You realized how much you hated 
The fact that summer was over rated
Yea as April died
You thought about how much you hated 
The fact that summer was over rated

"songs of a blank season"


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Closing Argument

Time no longer exist between you and me
Space is something that locks a door between
will and what will be
Dreams are just illusions I let myself pretend
Memories are the facts I establish
to make my court room stand
Pain is my witness that will not be denied
Love is my defense dressed in all it's pride
Rain, the number of tears
and wishes my sunshine
Hope and Faith are one in the same
message in my mind
Yet and still every year
this question I must ask
For it has been decreed
that I must do this task
Sence love is time and time is love
and love doesn't always pass 
Will you be my Valentine
this year and through the last
 


(As always this time of year this is for my April)


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Father time's bleeding Seal of fate called immortality

Born with a curse to do the wrong thing
angelic brother she the moth to the flame
but loooks like no demon
the hands of time say one thing of this illusion
children of god
a lesson to be taught

predestined to be drawn to absent mindedly do the wrong thing
not her fault just the way the way of lady luck

Who am I asks her brother disguised as her lover
god's curse to buy more time
to wait around to be doomed to die by her daughter's hand
but alas no fool is he
outsmarting the princess
with an april fool
the plan was perfect
a poison to kill a king
and the truth to unravel
for the curse to break

who am I
the revolution of time
the drug
bleeding through time
time to do it again and again until it is perfect
rocks thrown into the future soo easy
a seal of fate
a place in history where they meet
and the story takes place

say hello to father time
the plan had a window of opportunity
the king to die by his daughter's poison
her curse to do the wrong thing
again and again
king to fake his own death
but alas the window was seen
immortal to mortality
say hello to father time

time bleeds on
message from the future to the past
warning the king of his seal of fate
the devil on the shoulder
the princess and his fate
outsmarted once again
by the lover and her brother
there was no other way

the story ends with a pipe to smoke
and heads spinning
a poison to seal the deal
a child of god of a royal curse
sitting around to wait for the last tick to tock
for the dead word to fall and slip away from them
the princess the april fool demon
the lover angel brother
tricked her again
was her fate
saved father time hiding in the center of the seal of fate with high stakes
slowly the curse was broken

soo unlucky was lady luck
together they break the royal curse
doomed to destroy her own family
the prophecy of their curse
they outsmarted it after all


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THE ETERNAL FAN

ETERNAL FAN

Football’s in the
air
All the colleges
prepare
Students don colors
Excitement
everywhere
It seems like just
yesterday

At the stadium
Alma maters by the
bands
Cheerleaders
tumbling
A vendor throwing
peanuts
To customers in the
stands

And here comes the
team
Pride of Smith
Center Teachers
Dressed in red and
white
I was there with all
my friends
Wildly yelling
“Fight! Fight!
Fight!”

From trusted wheel
chair
Still getting into
the game
Excitement the same
I’m still singing
with the band
With oxygen close at
hand


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A CONCLUSION - JOURNAL XI

A CONCLUSION -
JOURNAL XI

It’s a Walt Disney,
Looney Tunes world
Why?      Because I
cannot identify with
it
      in my waking
hours
Contradiction is
rife
The love-hate
mishmash is widely
popular
Those of our younger
populace seem to
identify
The movies, the
songs, the
unpredictable 
      behavior are
testimony 
The world is, from
sea to sea, a
religious and 
      political
ritual of violence,
noise, hunger and
      turmoil
There has been no
period of world
peace such as
      happened after
World War I
Witness such
immature nonsense as
the mining-
      up of comic
book characters,
Big as the latest
gigantic movie
screens
Some things, like
Archie, deserve to
die or, at
      least fade
from memory
What happened to
absolute music, that
needing 
      no words of
explanation, that
requiring an 
      artistic use
of imagination?
In these last few I
would explore the
inner for
      mental
balance, escape Bugs
Bunny  
    


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Fixed Suns Moons

An unkept memory within our restless lives
Undone curtains and an ever wilting sun
What you are, is what I have been
Our pasts together, a living sin
I hide in the open as the tides begin to slip in
I have whispered the words of love
Waiting for the very minute for a friendship to begin

As world fold and the smallest of universes become
Tanted and bold, it's the lace of the burhap
That slowly is becoming cold
The wind whips and the border becomes crisp
There is where my memory is old
Right under the tange of the fold
Thank you so much, I wonder
If you knew it was the tin
Caught in the tear of where I have been


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PROPHETIC DREAM

 PROPHETIC DREAM – JOURNAL IX

On the outskirts, 
Framed on either side
By a farm house      a barn
I discovered this winding path

It is early autumn
The trees about the house
Are full of lingering gold
Various harvest implements are seen
A silo rises in the foreground
With a tool shed beside
And the receding meadow beyond – cut
      in two by the path – a luscious green

Far distant is a dense, black forest fronting
      purpled mountains
I am just past my 85th birthday
And the mysterious future, creeping ever
      closer, much on my mind
The dream vision is so colorful      so clear
That when I awake
I must just lie still and wonder




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devil for sale

in my nightmare the lights cut
asked a question of wether or not
we dream the realities we are destined and doomed to live
sweeping under the truth of this dirty rug
i ponder to myself
a soul to hold
what would make me valuable

sell my soul
to fool the devil
sell my soul
for the worlds deathwish to become null and void
sell my soul
to give the devil a second chance to reclaim his throne
and plan to fail, but who am i?

and i thought
not worth the fight
can't outsmart the shadows
can't deny the truth
can't run from myself
the reflections will bleed from me one way or another

with my hands clean of this
thinking to myself maybe there is a joke im not telling
a riddle i cant tell
tio make us all smarter
the question that reveals itself in the round about way
we beat around the bush



four leaf clovers
pots of gold
egg cracked open
and in my black coffee
shaking the cold from my mind
weather man lost his mind
never saw this coming
another organised warning
headless blunder

four in the morning
devil for sale
three bells to ring
nightmare of this dream
something to ponder bt never to be
if i sold my soul to the devil
id have a devil for sale
and i wouldnt sell him cheap

a way to put one over the april fool
walking in circles for a wish come true
and pass the pot of gold on

devil for sale
well worth the riddles of every holiday
every constellation
every story on the bookshelf that betrays you
and the muse who reminds you
there was a ceratin way
to sell me
to sell you
a devil
for a dream come true
but i cant remember
i forgot everything

inbetwenn the songs of the whispering winds
the romantic laughter of inner demons
the guilty pleasure of changing seasons
you will find me
not selling the world
but swept under the rug
i have a devil for sale
and here i am martyring you

tricks and the treats
subconcious language of swears
every curse word a truthful confession
nose picking
brainwash gets trumped by the art of conversation
then we swear willingly revealing
what we did in what way
and they say life isnt fair

that's a skippy
one pulled over the april fool
there is a mulligan
a second chance to change your fate to meet destiny
the wheels of fortune to a stacked deck
that foretells my life
and you wonder when my lawyer will show up
and the dance of gabrielles souls
will show you the shine and sway of the stairway
she is building to our heaven