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Frozen Howl

Inside a knowledge turning cogs on this wheel
born from the darkness a heart rules supreme
fear in one wish looking towards tunnel light love
All that will remain when all turns to dust threads of life dance
kneeling weak alone humble and meek finding a balance

Weeping rivers flow haunting sea waves turn the key
truth is something beautiful touching deeply chords
Chilling whispers rise warm oasis warmly embraces hold
creeping inside beauty beams within shadows 
Dancing starlight kissing ocean reflections twinkle
sparkle glisten teardrops coldly ripple out

Floating on a cloud of breath precious beauty
a mystery that means something special 
finest mother of pearl gem coloring rainbow jewel shines forever
Frozen dew quicksilver lining echoes time answers always
cold as ice crystals dazzling diamond stillness pure 

Frosted vision clear cutting ivory white one cool snowflake falls
baptism in regal glowing crowning full face splendor enchants a ball
walking along golden strands looking across the sea midnight strikes
Sleepless nights held over and back destiny calls your name
utopia faraway dreaming our love complete

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Point Of View

Barefoot in a field of daisies hair blowing in the breeze smile beaming ear to ear babbling brook streaming nearby A picture, no words A story, unheard Sunrays shining down from the cerulean morning sky a parasol twirling in her hand shading those beamish eyes The cottage of stone hidden in a bed of spruce trees ashen smoke flowing from the ancient chimney A picture, no words A story, unheard The picture won't change It's what you construe Each story may vary based on a point of view Pictures, paintings, natural beauty drawings, photos, or sculptures A picture, no words A story, unheard

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Haunted Beauty


The family had just moved into an old castle in Scotland; 
mother, father and their only daughter, Emmie, that they loved so deeply. 
Emmie was only 12 years old, and so innocent and beautiful. 
One night, she was woken up by a dripping sound; 
an echoing sound of water drops in a sink; 
rhythmic and terrifying. 
She sat on her bed, and suddenly appeared a free floating arc of strange light. 
It's that time of year again: Halloween night. 
Doors flew open and shut; strange voices and footsteps started. 
She was so frightened, that she almost threw up. 
Emmie made the sign of the cross, and plunged into a thicket of thorny wild roses. 
Terrified, excited and ready to run out of the house in 20 seconds, 
she overheard whispering words: "All beauty must die." 
The voice was so deathly, that it sent chills through her spine. 
It did not make it any better that it sounded too close to her ears. 
Her nightdress being torn by rose thorns like papers in a paper shredder, 
she ran as fast as she could; not back to the old castle, 
but away from the creepy voice, and strange events 
in the old castle. 
Exhausted, she searched for a place she could find rest 
"All beauty must die" the voice visited 
her unceremoniously once more. "What do you want from me? 
Is it wrong to be born beautiful? " 
she asked, wondering where she got her courage from. 
The energy to scream or run departed her, 
the moment she saw a woman dressed in white, 
levitating in the air, and moving towards her; 
a horrid face that carried the night's darkness, 
looked decayed, with worms crawling out from it. 
Remember this is a true story about Emmie; 
she gets chills just remembering the events of that night…… 

Contest: Halloween Co-Writes, By Diane Locksley

Poem Written by: Teddy Kimathi and Anne-Lise Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

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Jewelry Notebook

"MARRY ME" -- The Sweethearts Valentine Candy

I write with passion in every line,
A poet bleeding words, in black and white

Elegant, like a fine glass of red wine.
Pearly paper I unwrap the magazine
I switch the lights to read
Gently I kiss you on the cheek
Tonight my diary reads, LOVE

I walked away, bathing for the night
A beautiful purple Amethyst diary on the nightstand.

The unthinkable; -O' you opened to read

Page 1 - 50 dramatic, and set
You skipped on over to the day we met.

Page 88
Once I was lost in the twilight 
Then I magically found a box of invisible light
There you stood like a diamond ring; 
Suddenly my heart began to sing
Your love was more than the beauty that spawned from your soul
Fair and cold like winter blues
January stars following my every move
I treasure every moment we spend like my mother’s cameo
I lifted our memories and time framed them like yesterday
A vintage picture, no one can erase or take away.

Page 55
You skipped back and, opened a page that spoke about my broken dreams.

Page 66
Smeared cobalt words in every line  (CRYING) 

Page 77
Sapphire Glamour of fancy words
Phrased that I finally found my amulet
He will protect me with unspeakable powers.

Page 99
Moonstone & Opal = 4ever 
My white shiny Pearl, listen to me whatever

SLAMMING the diary shut!!
A piece of paper fell, and you bent over to pick it up.

Your heart skips ---- (when you read your name)

Dear Diary!
The roads ahead are full of bumps and screams.
I will continue to open every door until I find my dreams.
My sweetest love, soon will come, 
May he never dares  to change me like the seasons.
My sweetest love, soon will come
Together well enjoy  life and respect its reasons.
A sexy man!! 
Will come and intrude the glossary of my life!
My sweetest love, soon will come
One day to make me his wife
Today I will write and smile about love

Page 111
I have no shame in asking the man who stops 
By to sneak a peek and read my diary once a week
Will You MARRY ME????

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Autumn Colours

i am surrounded by a blaze of  flaming colors in God's garden.
autumn happily creating with her palette in hand the September scape.

a thousand shades of reds, yellows, browns, earth tones spread,
blended perfectly by the artist's loving hand, a sensual delight.
a masterpiece, sketched against a bark colored scrim of nature's flesh.

with my eyes opened wide and my body clothed in autumns light 
quenched but still wanting, unwillingly i stagger away, drunk from exposure.

Maurice Yvonne
September 2 2014

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The Hardening of a Heart

How long does it take
for a heart to harden?
for muscles to loose
that supple tone
to lose elasticity
to become...stone?

How long does it take?
I wonder
But I know
your heart has hardened
I never would believe it to be true
No, not you
Your heart was my home
the soft walls my comfort
the rhythmic squeeze my treasure, my pleasure

But your heart has hardened stone
But even a stone would hear my cry
a stone would shed a tear
a stone would soften
with the beating of my breast against it
with the deluge of my tears wetting it
with my sobs moving it
a stone would hear
and come to life
to quiet my inner strife
but not your heart
NO, Not YOU!
Your heart is stone
I wonder if it yet beats
and why do I write this poem?
Perhaps you will see
Perhaps you will read
Perhaps you will be softened
and bleed

I write because...
My heart yet beats
for you...

Eileen M Ghali

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The Flower -part one-

“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you, 
Until you pick the right flawless touch.

Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,

Courtyard azure eyes, 
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left. 
A bully against arrogant, threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious’ sky
Asters claims the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness, 
A sweet Lotus echo’ 
Slight yelps of agony, carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.

Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity, 
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will, 
A short story, gone stray!
Tonight, we plant a tree, 

The Flower wilts
The gardener cries


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White Picket Fence

Featuring: SCRAP METAL
Fresh sand garments 
The Mental Colosseum floor
Self infliction's--waging wars 


A mask, tiny holes
Breathing heavily
Dancing around my toes
Broad carbon steel
Safe behind my will
Equipment of revenge
Fencing the world with my eyes

I bow, with the morning dew,
 My mind a dual in its own world.
When the curtains lift,
I prepare myself with a weapon--   
Epee Crest to protect my chest
A sword sharper than  fangs
I circle my blade around the door knob 
Ready to face the world 
Practicing --in hopes today I won't retreat

“Fencers ready!"
A magical knightress
Painted in white
"Let's dance!"


Queen Amri  "VS" The Damsel 
Wishing it was over
Stainless steel echoes
“Every poke counts”
 Hoping & Taking
No room to disengage   ---I retreat
Peacefully I secure my stance 
On Guard!
I lean in, I disengage  ---I flee
Back again, I lunge 
The Queen is to smart to retreat
I -Amri, parry away from the argument of the lunge.
Recoil & Double tapped
In and out….. I'm struck
Back to the drawing board
On guard, I stand like a statue
Out of breath; feels like i’m dying
Yet I am still fighting.
The Queen knows what to do.   
I Yield, She Wins!

Raising our foils 
---At the on guard of another day

I move in swiftly, cutting like razor blades
Using refreshed energy
24 / 7 
I attack, She provokes!
Sand runs its course
Victorious against the queen
Touch – tied – triumph -- Touché
Standing on my own 2 feet

I am the 
-Grand Finale Show-
Conquering The Battles Inside
-I WIN!-


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Jazz Man


Lips of sweat,
Igniting catalyst tune as they burn out, 
Crossed eyes, attention spreads
feeling the whiteness in pure magic.
Each memo confronts the other, 
Soul cord of depth, 
and for one short-lived moment.
Losing sight of reality in a stasis of oasis.
The passionate barb stick notes directly into the atmosphere.
Each message is a flood of scheme, 
singing the blues, this smooth criminal
angel of birth, in your hands
luring you to a road in heaven.
The lights are all you feel; 
you can see the forgotten masterpiece.
Bathing in it, as the drums go on, 
the mob gathers, to feel the whiteness of the trumpet.
He is rotating his saxophone, 
making love to the crowd.
His horn come with words that deepens the soul,
the crowd is mesmerized.
He extends his hands,
A standing ovation,
Slamming and whistling,
Louder than thunder,
Mr. Jazz man is done
With no condom at all……………………….


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- Sparkling Oceans Apart -

You're a maiden so hot burning thoughts 
whom melts ice inside deep waves salted 
unfolding ocean swells kissing your feet 
For once spoke those hot lips the truth shining 

Sunshine pleasing warm beholding to 
one's eye golden crowned jewel beauty 
rainbow luster coloring pearl treasure 

It's giving off their beauty pure free 
that does not require something in return 

A lady whom pleases the heart warm 
Princess cut with deep class sparkling pure 
utopia's adorable sun rise 

How the body is heated and hear 
her echoing heart beat in the chambers 

Shining a future path dreaming ore 
every single moment precious links 
each one spent with you falling under spell 

Love is like pure sparkling magic gem 
unpredictable true and marvelous 

Magic silk covers batting eyelids 
enchanting soft lovingly flowers 
beautiful petals held within the shell 
Let the rose live forever and the sun 
shines always endless times glistening gold 

Written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne- Lise Andresen 
a co write in a 9/10 syllable count
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

 - Thank you my friend Liam !

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Brush Stroke to Uniqueness

If my mind be painted in colors borrowed, would it be red? 
Rusted in brown, or maybe instead, an indigo streak?
Depending upon the source of inspiration, 
and the song on the radio at the time of connection...
I keep coming back to sea green, 
or the blue of underwater murals at 3ft tall of childhood,
eyes wide in fickle, transient hazel
absorbing each moment, be it safe or unstable
categorizing each scent and each color
each love and each valor
each crisp Autumn, Summer
in vats of brain paint to be later unlidded
and splashed with insignias
of every person and place and event
that ever touched corneas innocent, bent
on absorption.
If my mind be painted, I think it be green
like the moment I'm lucid before I dip dreams
and hang them to dry in the gallery
"Mind's Eye"
and push to wake up to connect, signify
every sensory path that I've traveled before
to traipse them again and still come back for more.
I'm a stickler for art and with your canvas blank
my sweet innocent dear, with each word that you hear
you will brush stroke your way to uniqueness.

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A Journey To The Pearly Gates And Back Again

Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright

Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night

A cold moon dressed in dark velvet 
with a pearl milky white smile beams 
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up 
stars blinking silver awakening 
warm invading darkness your light 
My life has at last found its light and its hope

Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes 
faraway over ocean waves 
carries in a wind’s  whisper sweet music dances 
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly 
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes 
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes 

Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats 
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes 
Believing in your love a dream 
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance 
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars 
and the reason earth spins around the sun

  A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and 
  Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -

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~poet at night~

I lay here in the dark all alone with my thoughts.
Gazing up where the stars hang above.
I feel the tides reaching my toes.
Inhale and exhale is the way it goes.
I found the most relaxing breath.
My dreams at this point is all I have left.
The air blows and hardens the tips on my chest.
I let my mind wonder about the man I love.
Dwelling over the feelings only I know of.
Allowing my mind to drifts into the ocean of salted waters.
The waves carry a silent poetic whispers into my ear.
At last my heart breaks every code from silent windtalkers.

I close my eyes to feel the deepest pain locked in my soul.
The water rises up and grab the will by the hand and lets it go. 
Floating with the tensions to release what I log in and log out.
Wakening up to the screams of a life guard and his poetic eyes.
Melting my heart away with his poet cries.
Lost at sea every night, waking up to the most dreamy sight.
I found my self in the arms of a poet at night.


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Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure me out
Randomly it comes your way
Underneath a never known chemistry
Ask me to stay and I may
Grinding your teeth into my way
Cut out my eyes, and store them up
A tongueless mouth, nothing to say

Maybe by tomorrow you will forget
Losing myself in my own conversation
Hiding behind my one big regret
Don't know, Don't care
You had me open up
A book I closed, knowledge lost

No need to see 
A mystery called deception
What I am cannot be seen with the naked eye
Along came you using your *ucked* up perception
The ability you miss use
making sense of this connection
A process you carry with your own  patterns
You asked, you listened,  without making assumptions
A taste to take off my shoulders, 
To release an error locked in my Asylum
I myself am enjoying the insights about him
He's got me convince, using his perception

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Soul mates solace

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

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- Hold Me Close My Sweet -

Golden enchanting warm beautiful magic
falling behind mountains spell binding
A setting sun bows down relinquishing her throne 
paints glowing amber clouds faraway in a distant horizon dreams
She smiled while whispering the few very freeing words
while she ran deeper into her bright future

Darkening skies breathing daylights lastly sighs 
her last breath glistening gold dancing with the shadows 
rippling waves call out inside one thousand echoes 
Darkness slowly swallowing light silk satin ebony
The little lights knew it couldn't last
because evil drifts in
as the shadows of the past

Making way for the stars winking silver
Rocked gently side to side on a smiling moon
an eclipsing marriage
when the sun kisses the moon
golden silvery beautiful 
This is how we are going to be;
so holy, magic and so great
we carry experience
with the soul and heart to create

A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and 
  Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 02.01.2015 -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

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Poet—Your words,
Like garments of
Gold and silver thread,
Shimmering in sunlight
Or bathed by moonlit glow,
When shed—
Leave me breathless,
Caught up in their naked truth
And timeless flow—
And I become aware
Of nothing else.

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong

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Grief is Grief is not

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

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

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Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine. 
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time. 
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand. 
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand. 
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine. 
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep. 
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire. 
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in. 
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming. 
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark. 
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire. 
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife. 
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine

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Alphabets gather as words unravel
the passing and returning of moans;
lines of phrases inflame the arteries 
of beauty, angst, love woven 
by imagination's pining.
Sound of words… taste of vowels… 
touch of verses enter the soul, as if to dive
into the very basin of layered expressions.
On a fresh scroll baring my bones and raw mood,
I enter a daring challenge
with a theme that reels my senses
as poetry makes the eyes hungry.

Yes…feel me, temper my insanity, 
hold my fleshed  passion as I connect
with an audience to share how a night
devours monsters at the seams.
And yet, this refrain loses as the final poll
excludes my name. Why so? My lenses 
run up and down the fourth time; my breath
skips : but the multitude of acclaim
from my readers inhabit my soul,
allowing me to shower my ink 
with deeper hues as my inner congas 
beat for another round of adventure;
this time more assured that by nourishing
my own desire to regard the heart's compass
first and foremost is what matters..

as always.

Jerry T Curtis' Contest

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A Soul awakened

This battle brews inside me
The pain I feel in my heart ripping it apart
And my soul who wants to be redeemed

The movement of my pen beats in my chest
In my veins my words flow like the rage of rivers in storm 

I’m caught in these lyrics that Awaken my soul
That cry out for eternity 

Yet my heart is trodden
 at times I swear it is not beating

Our hearts rose up like kindred knights ready to defend our land
but the soul was fulfilling its destiny
it would not be beaten, no matter…
it had awakened to truth

but our hearts knew only torment
and could not understand
all that was happening,
that God had a plan

so my pain exposes itself
 in my thoughts manifesting to script
as it beats in my chest with a rhythmic pulse
that brings me to my knees

We had no time to prepare
Only to fight
Flailing around Hope
With all of our might

 as if it were the weapon that would save us from our enemy
for that’s all we had was our sword of Hope

This battle we were not prepared for.
Like a sneak attack, it caught us in slumber
when the army of death ascended upon our world

my heart said I love you
you are my universe and life has no meaning without you
I will fight till my shallow breath abates
Till your soul takes the last blow...

And I did!
We Did!

We did not surrender
We had no chance 
Our hearts fought a losing battle

My awakened soul shouts out with acceptance…
“you will one day know the reason, but not now”
For this is your time to experience 
what was lovingly bestowed upon you from our God,
who knows what we need

So now I write from my pain… It helps me to cope…

It is the sword I carry…

My only Hope

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The Devil Is In This Tale

Her insecurity would not let her see, I wanted her! I thought she knew, my heart was opened. I should've asked. She walked on a thread, fourteen stories high to cross from her building to mine. The devil at her side, he cut her angel wings, watched her drop, caught her in his wicked trap. She was weak from years of abuse. I heard her yell. "Promise me this, what I sign affects me and only me." The devil answered, "I promise!" No he did not lie. Still for he It was Goodbye. She signed his contract blind. It was me she had dealt for. Afraid to believe. Scared to accept, what she knew, what she felt. Her sense of trust for anyone long ago expired! The man with the black blood ignored me! I felt him; his chill was in the air. Punished to live forever cold. Even his pit of endless fire barely took the edge off. ”My misery of doubt is at an end!" she said. He lowered his head in shame. That too was his curse, he still felt remorse No matter how briefly. She had to have me unconditionally. If only she had known, she already owned me. Her depth and strength impresses me yet I know she could not stop what she had started. She signed in blood, signed to guarantee she would never again be alone, never again be without love! I knew he was at our wedding, I heard the chatter of his teeth. When I said I do it was Lucifer who stood there him who heard my truth. Without changing a thing, his contract he fulfilled. I could only smile. How cold he is, the pain he sustains for the decision he had made, when he left heaven's gate! She hugged him on his way out. I believe now, as I did then, as I always will for a brief moment, his teeth stopped. For just seconds while in her arms he felt warm. I wonder what he thought. Let the celebration begin she owns me, it's off to our room to be alone and in bed. In what we did, we felt as if we were walking innocently along a beach on the Caribbean Sea I am the town she grew up in, her friend her partner, and yes I am her lover. For that her soul she traded. She had her man. My soul she saved, my human form hers, her kindness I return in something I know though still in my youth my card would fall early from the deck. Yes he knew it too my time was short. I have only ten years left. I held my wife all that time, made with her children from paradise! He could not strike a deal in which he did not cheat. He thought, ten years was for him a good deal. The final laugh is mine, with my Angel on my side I strike a deal, trade my soul for my wife’s. The devil acts unattached. I beat him. He'll feel colder now, that's the deal. His warmth he seeks, in any soul he can deceive. Now her soul he'll never have. It is I who wins. I who is eternally damned. In my death my love, a woman of substance knows how dearly I worshiped her, knows her true worth. She will live into her nineties happy in the knowledge she was loved for who she was - we were always one. My Angel through my coffin explains to me no soul is damned, when an act is selfless. My wife and I will meet again! So our story ends, but not before we hear a sound, the echo of teeth that chatter. Chatter louder than ever. It is literally A Cold Day In Hell!
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A simple visit

Trying to get myself together,
I book my dentist appointment.
In the waiting room I sit.
Finally, they call me,
 I sit on the all familiar dentist chair.
Looking up, the light shines on my eyes,
Giving my headache advancement,
I close my eyes.
Suddenly they speak of cavities.
“Would you like to get fillings today?” they ask.
Sure, I thought aloud.
They numb my mouth,
Nothing I felt, they asked me one more question.
“Would you like the gas to feel more comfortable?”
“Yes please”, I replied.
Next thing you know I am gazing off,
It leads to my mind wondering, I feel strange.
Images of all my emotions pop up,
They start to seem more real.
I am off into a deep sleep,
Me sitting in a chair carrying my son,
He opened his longing eyes,
My heart felt the joy of this dream.
I was rocking him so peacefully,
My little angel came to me in a deep sleep.
I wake from the drilling of my teeth feeling at peace,
The dentist told me of how peaceful I seemed,
Moreover, of how tired I must have been that I fallen asleep.
No idea they had of how restless I was,
Nor that I am a grieving mother who had just lost a piece of her heart.
I did not expect to had left the dentist feeling happy,
I had a vision a created memory that put me at peace.
Crazy you might think but I look forward to my next dentist appointment.

~My son Bael forever in my heart and if I’m lucky in my dreams he will visit me~

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God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one. 
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
 In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.


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Hold Me Close My Sweet

Golden enchanting warm beautiful magic 
falling behind mountains spell binding 
A setting sun bows down relinquishing her throne 
paints glowing amber clouds faraway in a distant horizon dreams 
She smiled while whispering the few very freeing words 
while she ran deeper into her bright future 

Darkening skies breathing daylights lastly sighs 
her last breath glistening gold dancing with the shadows 
rippling waves call out inside one thousand echoes 
Darkness slowly swallowing light silk satin ebony 
The little lights knew it couldn't last 
because evil drifts in 
as the shadows of the past 

Making way for the stars winking silver 
Rocked gently side to side on a smiling moon 
an eclipsing marriage when the sun kisses the moon 
golden silvery beautiful 
This is how we are going to be 
so holy, magic and so great 
we carry experience 
with the soul and heart to create 

A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen

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You think you know him
But you refuse to see
The artful way he abuses me
He captivates my mind
He traps my soul
He pins my arms to my side
When I tell him just to go
He uses knife like words
To slice me with his tongue
His eyes are like daggers
Causing me to come undone
Harsh fingers press against my face
Proving im a Doll
To play with as he choses
Or throw against the wall
He taunts with cruel intentions
To make my heart bleed
Playing Devils advocate
Once I cry myself to sleep
Soft and bitter sweet
In an instant he turns to stone
A heart as cold as ice
Mean down to the bone
But you refuse to see
You glance the other way
And listen to his words
You join in his game
Each word he says is now a jest
Each look is a mistake
And when he grips painfully
He just meant to play
Close your eyes to his work
It really is an art
But no matter how you spin it
Inside he is an abusive jerk

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Inspired by Philip Glass's Violin Concerto, Movement 1

Quiet, pensive, waiting, from out of nothing, a flash, dancing!
Back and fourth, faster, bolder, more beautiful, more radiant…
The sound envelops, and the beauty firmly wraps its hands around my ears…
Relevance and resounding, growing, pulsing, whipped into a fever!
And then easing back just a bit, like a rest to enjoy some perfect nectar of echoes.
Then back again to churn, not with blades, but with brushstrokes.
The pulsing art grabs my soul and I sway to the rhythm, the life, the light…
All around me, so necessary is this, something so pure and powerful.
Flex and twirl in the rays of sunshine, on coming the clouds and thunder!
Pounding out the feeling, the pace is relentless, but in my arms, pushing, harder!
Squeezing ever ounce of love from the air, the earth, the fire and then easing again.
Dripping with sweat, a deep breath, another, still moving but slower now.
More deliberate, but still full and open, slowly, gently, slightly and then quiet.

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The Flame of Our Name

Do come, my love, for I insist!
Within the darkest crevices of time, we fight, we cry, I die
As vision gives us knowledge, we descend farther into the grime
Curiouser and curiouser, we fall in dark crevices of time

Molded by imagination’s ink, the tentacles stretch outward
Singed from top to bottom, see the glorious coals sparkle
Yes, even before their completion into diamonds never comparable,
It is the very time in between the transformation that enchants the very soul

For in this time, I see the very worst of you,
How it shines without shame, aching to be tempered,
Crushing to prevail over its creators,
The tentacles squirming in hollow defense,
Ink spreading in the dark blue waters of deepest sorrow and agony

How your beak ever pecks upon its prey, 
Dashingly exquisite, its sharpness—petulant in its purpose 
And I say to you, as you destroy—come, for I shall not back away
When the weapons you hold fall upon my budding flesh
Growing despite the damages you have made
Come, my love, come!
See how my wounds have me, exalt me, trust me…
Into a reality I deeply fall, forcing you upon your knees
For how I know, through your destructing ways,  
That together I will always make us be

Come, my love, for I die,
Heavy in the ecstasy of grief,
See how the fairy trees dance upon woes and lift hearts like plucked flowers
How demons with tempting eyes move as squealing moths crawl toward our fires
Wishing the burn of the coals, yet never touching such change
How the light floods through and through, to every dark corner and fissure
Licking the bonding surfaces with perfumed oils crackling 
The black tentacles scatter outwards, forming a wall around the growing blaze
My eyes close—from those very eyes you came
Descending to ascend, my love you crave
Trusting the time I have tamed in last feat,
You rise into the everlasting restoration of our name

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Harvest Moon collaboration with Casarah Nance

Mesmerized by the light 
shone from high above her beauty 
casting shadows across the rippling bay 
my heart beats violently for her 
She gazes lovingly toward my gentle soul 
standing all alone on the barren hillside 

Wondering from where such beauty has emerged 
I pinch myself for fear it is a dream 
I stumble down the edge of the sea 
In hopes that my beauty will stay 
my hands are trembling 
my eyes are wide open 

The closer I get she is out of my sight 
Have I lost this beauty? 
I hear nothing but the rush of the tide 
upon my soaking limbs 
Out of the sea arises an image 
dripping and glowing 
surrounded by the reflection of the harvest moon 

I dive toward her 
Hoping to grasp her hand 
She seems just out of reach 
and starts to sink deep into the dark waters 
I dive down to reach her 
deeper and deeper 
My breath has been lost 
My vision I saw has been lost 
No longer a reflection in the harvest moon.

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Center Stage

Center Stage

It's hard to know exactly where to start. 
It's even harder not to think too hard or tear yourself apart. 
Life's not supposed to be easy, but it's not supposed to be living, waking hell. 
It's supposed to get better but the path is just too hard to tell.
It's moments like these that are close to anyone's heart. 

There's a light there, at the end of it all. 
No more distance, no more brick walls.
No more heart-wrenching realities or cold hard truths. 
You are the living proof. 
It's not about what you want or what you think you need. 

Chances are it's nothing like what you dreamed. 
Chances are it's the nightmare you never expected to meet. 
It's the neighbor next door or the strange familiar on the side of the street. 
Don't get too curious and don't get too close. 
That's when the unexpected happens the most. 

It's the one thing you never thought would be enough.
It will be your strength when you have none left. 
It will be where your endless hope and joy are kept. 
It will be the reservoir that holds every tear you ever wept. 
The one and only thing you must accept. 

It's a new paradigm this time. 
It's a new way. 
It won't ever be the same each day.

Some days you'll feel like you're more than alive and others you'll feel 
as if you're about to fade away.
Sometimes, it's simply hard to stay on that ever increasing oceanic wave.

There will always be the memory of who you are and where you were. 
There will always be more days to learn from one's mistakes.

You don't need a beyond perfect score. 
You just need to do all you possibly can. Remember where 
you've walked and when you ran. Forget about the tiny 
details and leave the rest. 

It will always be a search for a different quest. 
It will always turn out for the better and then the best. 

It will always be what you never thought you could find. 
It will be the very best of the very best kind.
It will be that incredibly fine line you can't believe you had all this time. 

It's a lesson to forever save.
It will teach you how to play your part when you can't find your heart. 
It will be that moment when you bow your head and pray. 

No where to begin. 
No where to end. 
The words in your heart will be the words you say. 

Maybe now, you'll understand how to begin and where to start.
It's not about being perfect, being smart, or tearing the pieces of yourself apart. 
It's about finding and being close to your own heart. 

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Embracing Eternally

I dreamt that you were there,
In a haze, I could see your familiar face
The sun providing a spotlight for our awe-drenched moment

As I drew near,
Your features became more and more clear
You were smiling from ear to ear,
Like an angel fragrant and bright,
My soul beamed like an on-switched light
And we were so close to bonding edges
So close to each other’s face

I was captive in your touch
And yet I felt fully free
I saw your alighted lips 
Curved, smooth and pining
As if they had waited for the moment I would find them
And how they trembled with joy and longing
As they took their inevitable, suspenseful plunge

Two lips leaped and landed like panthers on the prowl,
Magnetic, crazed and ruthless
Made for this moment
I cannot fathom the strength I received,
Kissing those celestial lips…
He was drinking in all of my sorrows
In the sacred force of our impact

I felt his struggles he bore,
Ball and chain-
Though I did not feel burden or pain
I felt his purpose in his moist embrace
The cuddle of dew and rosebud,
The glow of this thumping heart
I felt him release the reigns of life’s blisters
For the conjoining of our truth
In the kiss of wholesome bliss, 
He wrapped his arms around me,
Tremulous and tight
Caressing  and knowing every spot needing light

Eternal moments passing in our sweet blend,
Tenderly, his voice, 
With comfort and assurance,
Knighted by cream-lit clouds 
His voice, a deep bell scooping water from a wishing well 
Pertinently held my ear in trance:
“This is the part where we never let go…”

. . .

When I woke from the dream, 
I realized we were embracing always,
Since the day of our union
My eyes became wise,
And I knew that I never let go of him
Not once, not ever...
An unusual pair, yes, 
Like vines to a gargoyle 
Though eternal too

For the gargoyle’s eyes never blink
For fear of missing the most
Her cold-stoned exterior senses the vine’s bold hold
Feeling and bearing his thorns forever…
Clad in the ornaments of each other 
Warmed and invigorated by the sun

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The Conventional Girl

Underneath the sea of trust 
Words shovelled sand in her eyes
The smell traced back a map of hope
Paradise could still not be located

Joy lived far from her earth
Please wake me after my death
For I might have missed the turn 
I did dig my own emergency grave I remember

My dream trails had no brake lights
Bumps after bumps 
Poetry drums speeding eternal crumps 
Every soul bumped into my back seated lips
The road to their ears required constructive rhymes
Poetry police 

Bulldozers bullied opportunities on the pavement of my love
Paradise got dizzy and lost meaningful visions 
Conventionally my heart is one
Sharpened in tubes sharing heart-beats with no lies

I loved loving love
Restricted dreams to stick-away from uneven pants chasing bums 
My mouth opened doors shaming the unshakable love triangle stunts 
Usually conventional uses are unusual 

My heart my grave
The future I paved
The sand glowed like stars in my eyes
Disgraced to blind my visual crafts
My confession

The roots of my strength came in veins
Circulating thoughts 
He made me shoes from manmade bricks
For I walk buildings in my dreams 

Skyscrapers scrubbing the breeze of hope in the sky
She placed her heart in rules
Speak your promise 
I the conventional girl 

© Ray 

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The lies, 
I laugh
I look at you
I can't stand you
I hate you
I can't believe you
I can't believe it!
How I allowed 
You in my life
Almost your wife
Cut me
Deep with this knife
Self destruct

Eat it and weep
As you read 
About my new love
Distance is just a mass
I close my eyes 
To kiss him
I close my eyes
And you disappear

Oh! My God.
My eyes are open
Take me so far away
Into another place
I don't need this disgrace
I don't want to be crazy
Or labeled insane 
Like a crazy train
Explain the new love I found
I love the sound
To be in your arms
Not in his shadow
I plead to you
I bleed for you
I try to run into you
But the more I stay
I can't turn away
My life's is set on,
Self destruct

You are my everything
He is my nothing
With you my heart sings
With him it suffers
You are my tune
He is my off note
You bring light to my moon
He brings me darkness with doom

Blow me up
To spill my cup
A self destructive life
A dagger- a knife
Just kill what is left
Deep inside my chest
Then I found you

You took me
You shook me
You removed this isolation
Gave me your sensation
Better remedies
Rescuing me from the seas
I am drowning
Come save me
My days are done clouding

He has ruined 
What is not visible 
You have loosened 
My heart to invincible

Cherish me
For all to see
Heal the pain
Wash the stain
Cover me under the rain
Give meaning to my sanity
Search for me
Give me your love 
With no date, over due
My heart now belongs to you
Excuse the effect if you find me disruptive"....
It all comes with being self destructive 


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The Writer In Me

Is a soldier
He uses original paint to avoid crises during his war paintings
To avoid worries he frames experience in simple pictures
He knows tears can erase many water painting on written walls
The writer in me is so mean he never falls

He dribbles my own calculated footsteps
Like mistakes and lessons when you walk pass six plus six plus six
Everything stay fixed
He staples his lips in smiles
Equalizers are irritating to adjust during rush hour gossips

Mini enemies minimizes energy to maximize external intentions
In real time the writer in me anticipates to test drive defenseless expressions
He smiles in mirrors defining his images of a convincing writer
The writer in me intends to testify less physical intentions
Like expressions written in useless reactions chasing perfection in tender loving courage

The writer in me is so dodgy
Dishonest but real in realistic dialogues diluted by real facts
An idiot so like a student translating Sepulana into meaningful alphabets
He paints images upside down so readers can read what’s not written
He escaped judgement day buy judging his days
The writer in others like those other writers who read and walk their readings re-think history's footsteps

They speak statements under shadows of their own pavements
Writing is the stupidest weapon 
It does shoot at bees spreading in million ways to play hide and sick
Love sick no approval from eggs to donate farts
Rotten farts from realities long boiled eggs

Hide and sick is the hardest champion ship driven by waves between chewing gums
Some dirty behaviors are thirsty for improvisational gums
The writer in me whispers a lie in a group of nothing
And receive awards for hearing nothing 
Painters can paint you pushing a wrong truck of your own hustle 

I wonder how it feels seeing the seconds between a picture snapped from a 1994 digital camera energy
Those expensive nothings that will always be something
The writer in me knows the answer to all combined maths and history's favorite soundtracks
Freedom is a prison located in your mind

© Raymond Ngomane 

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Falling in love

Falling in love; and in such a freezing winter?

That fire ignites anytime! Just with a splinter!

Love never withers; it blooms in all seasons!

It brings us spring when our lives it brightens!

The warm flames of love don't scorch anyone!

They only melt two hearts to make it just one!

Love is so blind; it doesn't see any reasons!

The naive and the sage, both alike it stuns!

Cupid's arrow strikes even the wisest wise!

It pierces the heart, but enters thru the eyes!

Sage and philosopher, scholar and the saint!

Struggle to define love, in words quite quaint!

Poets and the writer can only tell how it feels!

When just in a glance, you fall head over heals!

Your soulmate carries your name in invisible ink!

Love strikes at the first sight, before you blink!


The best place for a poem to live is in the heartbeats of those who love it!

Blessed are the poets whose verses are read, not on papers they just sit!


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' '''''''' ' '' Somewhere a hand is reading out loud a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal recording daily life’s soirees, memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes from the blasting words of the sun. Somehow someone reaches from darkness to drive the shadows that meet the body of her child: trembling with excitement or fear, sliding tender fingers on the back; parts the arms like wind that rushes in all seasons to reveal the lush, delicious landscape of summer ; then rubs the elbow down the forearm to greet the cheeks with a kiss and watches while the hands move back without help or guidance from the daughter sleeping. ~ Somewhere a mother, grandmother, godmother, stepmother, or mother nature weeps over love’s broken child; uses her hair to bandage the wound on the youth’s head …unfolds her hands from prayer to widen the window of angel psalms pressing her lips into alleys of the sapling’s mouth: a tear transforms her from receiving to giving. ..and she feels without seeing the last light of the night; lit for the heart of those who witness its extinguishing * Somewhere death’s chariot prepares for a long journey, away from the living: pack the roses from tomb to womb, remove the thorns for gracious sake, like knives that pierce the heart of loved ones who cannot move on, pulling the orchards over her head; a name whispered in every fireplace she flamed * * And somehow tonight, I hear her stir, still clinging to the waning voice of the hours; she bequeaths stars I will inherit until she, at last succumbs to wispy bliss. And I, a sighing child must tell her: “ Wake up, you've been in bed so long, Mother, you should not be sleeping…” ~ © ........ .... ........ *with love to my Mom who had passed on* Gautami Phookan's Poet lll Contest by nette onclaud

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The View

        THE VIEW 
(A sad point of view)

I can't believe he has to be a poet
To tell you how he feels
Maybe he does not know it
Words written on paper don't really heal
Do not tell her you are sorry
When your apology is not real

To be or not to be?
That is the question you should really ask.

The man should never call himself a poet
Unless he has lived, learn, lost, and gained it all back

The man who writes good poetry
In my eyes is a man of art
He can paint you anything without a paintbrush
This is the man I call no poet, with a colorful heart

Using all his manly skills
He is way ahead of the ordinary man
Leaving the imagination, filling the soul with chills
He is like the woman who leaves you all aroused

(A sad point of view.)

While the woman swims in her own drown.
She finds herself helpless to suffering worlds.
Without a man she thinks she is lost, nowhere to be found.

The secret of the female is
When she is heart broken
She thinks life is over 
Little at the time she knows
Once a woman feels
She gets right back up to be a lady
When the time calls
The lady is stronger than ever

One thing I learned about a lady 
You better respect her
Don't destroy her better days
She will crumble you up for sure
If the lady says she is a poet 
Than a poet in her

I will never insult a lady
She will crush you where it hurts 
A real lady knows how to control her man
A lady knows how to keep her emotional words real

But the woman needs to grow 
Stop trying to be something she's not
In time she will know
To give it her best shot
I will praise myself and say
"Woman always come and go."
A poet, she can act and play
With fake words that have no flow
This is my demo to all poetry freaks
Keep it real!!


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Lantern on the Water

Place my mind into a boat
doused with kerosene.

Create a lantern on the water:
light the boat a-flame
and push it out to sea.

Then my heart will be more free.



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New Stars Are Formed

Strange colored skies climb northernly this night
Calling our future with wild deamons eyes
Abscure as the creatures who answer the call
Wild are the answers of the reasons and the faults
Certain as the well swept winds
Alluring in it's grasp fought negatively through single wins
I pray twords the skies and it curdles and swims
Thoughts twords the sun and it scorches my rims
Carry me far enough I can be within your sights
Stash us away and the sun will be bright
Motors may break but oceans will be light
I will stay on the coast and wait 
The award I will do is make the evening a minute late
Parched is the gulf as the single minute breaks
Great is the second docks a seperate mans gate

The Earths crust slowly begins to crumble
It quivers, then quakes, it slowly opens, the rivers break
A star is born somewhere, a beautiful new star
Great is the struggle, born from the heavens a small light it makes

The new star pulls, it turns, then it feeds and it's fuel it burns
Gently it orbits following all things it understands
The new star bends it dances it stands
Tancing outwardly as creations comprehend

A continient wavers as the new star binds its brand
It feeds off of our oceans as our tides wash in
It goes just as softly forward and back
As the rays of its placement barrow up to the sun
We watch very carefully because it's damages are already done

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My First Child

A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart She smiles! My heart races, leaping! And like a butterfly in spring, gliding, It dips among new blossoms Like a sweet melody playing softly in the cool of the evening, I soar! My baby, my first, like an angel sleeps Soft, warm and brown I stare in awe of this most perfect gift from God! Tiny almond-shaped eyes, sparkle- searching Nothing as beautiful have I ever seen! She cries and her teardrops like crystal daggers Pierce, my joyful heart! And like a wounded sparrow it plummets Free-falling, and I am left puzzled...confused Nervous, I gently hold her close to my breast I am sure she can feel my heart beating.. Suddenly our faces brush... she turns- Our eyes lock, and smiles ripple! My first born--all is well in my world.
© 1992 ~*~

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Kite Flying - Test

Kiss me,  I want to lift you skirt flying
Inside my heart like the wind
To dance on clouds of joy my kite
Embracing time, to hold you in my arms and spin

Festively playing in the clouds
Long lines of passion I can feel
Yearning against my string
Intermittingly fawning as you bow
Naked to the throb of wind
Garrulous like a lover moaninng

The scintillated light.
Etched upon the sweat shining
Silver shafts of ribs
Tensed in every fibre and nerve of being
I want to press my lips 
Upon your cheeks, prettier than confetti paper
And let the golden sunlight drips
Chocolate of satisfaction on my tongue
Because I made a kite like this

Then to breathe your fragrance 
Falling free
From every jasmine of your limb
Where the lissome bamboos hold firm
The quivering of my string

And when the wind exhausted
Make you loop and dip
Before suppliant eyes
To cash that boyhood zeal again
And run until you rise

Or shortening your leash
Bring you in
To closer dazzle my eyes
And let your string between my fingers fall
A ravished and splendid bride

I want to make you feel secure again
Your flying strained against my faith
Buoyed by the comfort of my love
For you the only joy that fills my eye
In the huff and blow of time

I want to lift you like the wind
And with you all my affections fly
To shout in glee from my little hill
Below unlettered clouds in pride
My kite alone to fly.

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I see that acacia tree 
and I get vacuumed back to the past.

When we both had 
a different type of light in our eyes,
with the reflections of that clear brook
evident in our irises,
where we thought that the 
sun only revolved around us, and us alone.

We thought we knew better,
or did we?
Did we truly know anything at all?

My heart gurgles a bit,
as it chokes, bleeding on memories...
I am beside myself,
and I look so stupid,
hugging that tree,
a lifeline to what was.

I envy that tree, for its sturdiness,
its roots being so deep-seated,
so much unlike us,
easily broken, swayed, uprooted.

I loathe that tree, 
for it still blooms,
blushing with its bright pink flowers
so delicate-looking and beautiful.

So unlike myself.

I feel ugly now. I actually am.

With hate and guilt eating at me from my core,
how could I not be?
I am rotten.
I am corroded. 

From the looks of it,
I seem to have drunk from that
brook (now polluted), ingesting the trash
strewn there 
I just never knew how much filth there was.

I am not infallible.

I thought you were.
But I was wrong. Dead wrong.

You tried to pull me up, but
became too heavy for you...
I dragged you down with me,
so deep, too deeply
that I had to bury you.
Along with my heart and soul,
which have both turned into stone.

I am stoned.

Yes, I feel so heavy,
so heavy I wish someone
would bury me,
throw me in the sea
so I could sink to the bottom and be forgotten.

Or better yet,
is there a magic pill
being sold somewhere
that can make me go back—
Start all over
and do things over?

What I would give 
to recapture that light,
to have you back
but I know it is too late.

You’ve gone already.
Left me...

Or so I thought.
I always had the tendency to be wrong,
and it had never felt so great.

I turn around
and a different kind of light
kindles my I(rise)s.

Like that acacia, 
I bloom again.

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Poor man Rich man

I went to a poor man's house
There was an exquisite car in the driveway
I walked up to the grand entryway
Rang his doorbell
The chimes sounded like cathedral bells
He greeted me with a practiced smile
Welcomed me to sample his world
Together we walked across marble floors
Gazed out magnificent windows
A truly glorious view
Yet I noticed no photographs on the wall
A mansion filled with things yet he was all alone
We sat and talked
Into the night
He told me of his great success
The trophies, awards and famous guests
I could see it was important for him to impress
He told me he was living the dream
Yet it was only sadness I was seeing
He thought more was more
So he grasped at the extreme
The best of the best
He was busy being
In the end he only talked about things
All the pleasures his money brings
Convincing himself as he blindly sings
Unaware of his poverty
When I look in his eyes I seen misery
This house a mosoleum to his insanity
He left his wife a while ago
They grew apart both fast and slow
She raised the kids he never got to know
To busy chasing his successful dreams
I left his home with heavy heart
Unimpressed with all his expensive art
More concerned with his bankrupt heart

I went to a rich man's house
A modest car sat in the driveway
The wheels were scuffed from when his daughter learned to park
He was at the door before I had a chance to ring the bell
He welcomed me into his lovely home with a warm smile
Introducing me to his wife and kids
We sat in the front room looking out at their yard
I commented on the tree house
He proudly told me how him and his son had built it together
Boys only sign on the door
Still his son would play tea party, with his sister there
It seems they were an inseparable pair
This man had so many stories to share
Photographs of family displayed everywhere
He was living such a full life
So much to be thankful for
He appreciates his kids and loving wife
I got to see an art collection on the fridge
Spending time with him was a privilege 
He invited me to stay for a meal
I said "gladly, that's a great deal"
Enjoying myself with a man who's real
For he posseses a richness of the soul
Not trying to impress by playing a roll
Success in relationship his primary goal
When I left I had gained his smile
Real is real I liked his style
A worthy life a truly wealthy guy
I turned and waved 
sad to say goodbye

Inspired by Dave Wood's poem "Poverty"

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The Heart's Journey

Should there be such pain in 
passion of the heart?
Or does the heart, 
simply by beating, 
know the boundaries of pain 
when it can no longer absorb any more joy?
The two seem intertwined at times, 
each exalted unto itself.
From euphoria to melancholia, 
the heart is on an endless journey 
seeking harmony and balance, 
yet finding anything but.
We torture our souls 
for the sake of love,
enduring countless curves,
on the road to the steep summit 
where a plateau cannot survive
the weathered storms for long, 
but for the season’s summers 
we exist.

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I am one breathtaking moment
I am one who is lost or alone
I am one raindrop, or one flowering rose
I am warm as the sun, or cold as a stone
I am a distant star or a meadow lark
Or one dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I am many memories from a long ago childhood
I am today and tomorrow
I am a teardrop filled with sorrow
I am the first rainbow of the season
I have many ways to sing a love song
Or tell a story, or share the laughter, or feel the glory
I am all the colors of our world
I am a disappointment, I am a  pearl
I am all races, all creeds, the scattering of all seeds
I am a leaf who's frayed by the wind
I am a friend, who stays till the end
I am all words unfurled into the light
I am all the broken hearts and hopes lost in the night
I am all the hurt, all the anger, all the joy, all the love
I am all who believe in God above
I am all who doubt
I am all who laugh, and sing, and wail and shout
I am unleashed with wild emotion
I am silent with devotion
I lay stepping stones to healing
I renew by sharing feelings
I am a few unbroken rules, a few enchanting jewels
I am the ember, I am the spark
I am unsure, in ways that count
I have been kind, I have been cruel
I have been curt, I have been hurt
I am a poet.........I have a heart
I am a season nearing autumn
I've climbed to the top, I've hit rock bottom
I am a mother, I am a wife
I have been taking, I have been giving
I have a family, they are my life
These are my reasons to be living


For The "I Am" contest, sponsored by Frank Herrera

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A seed of poetry

Like water that flows in a river
Time will not stop and wait
It comes and then it goes
And now will soon be late
The sun will not rise
And forget to set
Today will not stay here forever

Time was born and passed away
While I was chasing dreams
I never dreamt of
Dreaming of things that were 
Not for me to dream about

I didn’t know at first 
That in my inside
There is a seed germinating
Deep in the roots of my heart 
Where veins and arteries
Carry blood in and out

The eyes of my eyes
Could not see
The ears of my ears
Could not hear
The tongue of my tongue
Could not taste
The nose of my nose 
Could not smell
The mind of my mind 
Was uncounscious
As this seed
Was patiently growing

It was watered by tears
That couldn’t fall off my eyes
When I cried
It was fertilized by my deep thoughts
That denied me time to rest
The pain I felt within
Was manure to it

And now it has grown
It has grown into a tree
it has grown into a green looking tree
A tree that sprouts colorful flowers
And I am hopeful
Hopeful to reap tasty fruits
Of this seed of poetry
Sown in me by God

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It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world
Of man.
Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes of rhythm,
Melt downwards from the silver lining of graces everlasting meadows
Of inspiration.
Separations clouds expose the here ever afters, sparks of the divinities
Fame burning as a torch lighting up the skies white powder showering
The earth with sweet melodic undertones, a thundering vibrating beat felt
Throughout the pulsating heart of nature itself.
Music lives within all things, it binds a connecting link, a 
Symphony a blending element, a melting promise between heaven and
Earth, a harmonious balance, light equaling dark.
In the vaults of the skies, the heavenly chorus joins with
The voices of humanity singing a song of complete
What a true wonder is this gift given unto mankind,
To write and sing, to share such expressionism with
One another, music is honestly a universal language
Understood by every nation, or age group beneath
The heavens themselves.
A heritages legacy passed down from grandfathers,
To fathers, and than to sons, and daughters,
Is this the love and wonder of these arts there in
So shared by all members of the human race for
Generations of inspiration to come.
I listen to the songs sang by the morning doves,
To the charming voices of our youthful young,
Than those jolly fellows from days gone by,
You know the old barber shop quorate.
So many variations and depths of degrees,
Harmony, rock-n-roll, to golden oldies country,
Music is a wonderment all to it's own glory.
So we thank you those powers on high,
For this miracle of a gift called music.


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A Leaf In The Wind

Like a leaf in the wind
Floating through this realm of time
Whither I go, this knowledge eludes
And 'though I know who bloweth the wind
At times my troubled heart does quake
Over rugged mountains, through raging storms
Tossed and battered against lofty walls
Too high to scale or infiltrate
When strength is wane and hope is dim
Questions abound as to why here and now?
All left unanswered, without a clue
So best to withdraw and heart be stilled
Live reliant upon His will divine
With prayer a constant upon my lips
In solitude and peace, my spirit blends
Carried here like a leaf in the wind

©2010 Audrey Carey

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Life's Battles

It's strange how God talks to us. Sometimes in the wee hours of a sleepless night, Sometimes a sweet voice appears in the background music of the vaccum cleaner. Maybe while driving home from a tedious workday with the radio turned off. Maybe awaken from sleep words pouring from your heart and soul that makes you Jump out of bed and scramble for pen and paper. I'm not the least surprised that the words jump out of me, For God has talked to me many times in this manner. You see, they all have a common denominator. Its when you tune out the Distractions of your surroundings that God can talk to the innermost parts of your being. He leaves your heart and soul in awe as your mind comes back to earth. No, I'm not a bit surprised that he woke me from a deep sleep. I pray for him to talk to me. He knows I need his inspiration. It's like bread and water To sustain me from the hum-drum of everyday living. I'm not a saint by any means, probably worse than the worse, lowest than the lowly. God knows me and he loves me anyway. Maybe I disappoint him with my selfish, stubborn And sinful ways, but he knows I love him and trust him in all things. Jesus is my Redeemer and salvation. He walks by my side thru tragedy, he is my healer through All my sicknesses. My faith is strengthened in him until my back feels it will Break into. Oh, what a friend I have in Jesus. A young man once said,"We young people need to hear from our older generation the experiences they have overcome in all Situations." "We hunger for your testimonials to help us to know what to do when We are faced with our own trials and tragedy's." Maybe, when God speaks to us, even thru poetry, the real circumstances that we have faced He is only giving us the gift of being able to see the blessings that come from tragedy to Make our walk so much more easy.

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Falling Star

Shining a star twinkling thoughts
faraway in distance skies
One true friend who dazzles memories
with light brown eyes misting jewels falling rain
lonely weeping in loves chapel 

Upon your chest I lay a silver gem whisper
oh most blessed ground soft gentle petals
Heart enchanting your beauty opens 
beats truth be told darling in honesty
blooming beautiful friendship 
plays strings tugging on the deepest organ
I hear a silence in words 
blinding blizzard of snow falling cold 
laying a carpet upon the ground
sweeping daydreams
looking across golden sands 
One deep bond the reality just sang 
felt holding hands binding 
bound drowning in sorrow

Failing love holding you in every last breath
who sits with the angels 
don't take my life's beauty away from me
Defending your honor and grace 
regal with every last drop of blood inside
speaks within council chambers echo
magic pure regal beautiful

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Quarried,  and carved from our earthen mother's skeletal
Backbone and under belly, were the Moai solid rock deities,
Stone guardians of Easter Island.
A mystical place, a harvested paradise, but nothing remains
Of the people whom built this land of living statues, except
For these harden faces, looking towards the ocean, as if in 
Wait for their native worshipers to return.
Sit and listen my friend, to the whispering in the wind,
Do you hear the low humming sound, rolling across
The rocky and jagged surf. 
It is the Moai, calling unto the five raw elements of the world.
Let us live again, to walk among the heavens vast 
Divides, and to feel the winds breeze at our faces
Once more.
Slowly the ground shifts and moves, rumbles and
Quakes, lightening splits as thunder strikes against 
The harden ground, nature itself has heard them,
And answers their wishes with life anew.
Shedding layers textures by depths degree, piece by
Piece, stone turns into gravel, rough rock is smoothed,
Hued by mystic incantations spell, brick becomes
Bone, and nature answers their wishes with life anew.
Living giants pull themselves up out of the earth,
Shaking away debris's leavings, and thus shall
Stone breaths, inhaling freedom's fresh air at last.
Behold the living god's of Stone, guardians of
An ancient culture lost unto time itself.
But at dusk's fading sunset, the spell is thus
Broken and slowly these giant figures take
Their places once again, melting as if it
Never happened, yet the humming still
Lingers echoing across the ocean.
For stone God's never forget, and waiting
On Easter Island do they so sit, monuments
To a people whom disappeared without a trace.
But their deities shall call unto them until
One day they'll return, and then maybe 
Giants again shall walk this earth in 
Celebration, to feast amongst their people
Once more.


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DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST Indeed, I am that Poet and know it. Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form. I want to talk about life, politics, and religion. Maybe not simultaneously but how I am feeling today. I tell you life isn't a bowl of cherries. I am not harvesting berries. I live a vivacious existence. I nature walk and take beautiful pictures. I thrive in my leisure time. Even more so, I work until my mind unwinds. I am just a thrill seeker but not an extremist. I am an illustration of wellbeing. In fact, I am striving for better physical dexterity. In all, my body desires more agility. To eradicate the clumsiness, My ability to monitor my own quickness is propensity depleted. My mind, body, and spirit have superseded. Oh, I am told that it is all right to be big headed. Of course, gloating is good for your inner being. Dwindling is not something I will let occur. I am the booster of morale. Be assured that I am there for others who seek a physiological mental form. Do I appear to be titivated? I am what I have stated. Doubtlessly, there will be jealousy. Without doubt, they will envy me. Undoubtedly, this will not hinder. I have overcome obstacles since the being of my existence. Liberated from birth via a nation of government, I am free. I can wave my hand and be seen. I can stand up for what is right. I can ignite the political fire. I can educate my mind to genius. I can defeat enmity. Negativity may come but I disallow it to be a formula. I am abreast. |_____________________________________| Penned on October 31, 2014!

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A distant sadness

Walking upon the ground singing
frozen solid crisply cracking ice reality
each step inside a crunching golden morning
Alone looking towards the rising sun 
cold wind cutting chill to the bone
clouds shade pink to grey 
Winds blowing cold breathing whispers 
whistling in chilling howls echoes deeply
Staring faraway over snow capped  mountains

Distant horizon of dreams 
love your the light of hope 
drums forever in your grace will beat
A daunting year for to come 
tears fall looking at my brother's grave 
 not knowing what the future holds

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Does not the pen yield its ink unto the bare page,
For expressionism to spill forward expelling inspirations
Liberal curve, it’s the power of freedom of speech is
It not.
How many have died for what they believe in,
What weight in blood soils, have these brave
Individuals has cost in life’s causes of the justice
And righteous.
These voices sounding can be heard even though
The flesh flame has been extinguished, hope light
Flickers in the darkest corner of silence, and it’s mighty
Winds wave can still be felt amongst the living.
Know one stands alone in a justified cause, if the truth
In the written words is spoken out loud, and is proudly
Bared by the author.
The next generations seeks our kindling fire, to inspire
There small embers to burn more brightly let us encourage
Such raw fuel to ignite, not smother it by smug self righteousness.
Set ablaze the pages of the future generations, let their inspirational
Spark spread, setting the very heavens a fire with enlightenment's torrent.
In this world we are given the gift of speech, thought, and wisdom,
For what other reason but to share the best of ourselves with others,
It is the gleaming light that sizzles in the eyes of the human spirit,
And severs us from the beast of the fields, and it is called Intelligence,
Compassion, and the freedom of speech.


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Every Night

Every night I search for your face through the mist on my window I search for your arms in the perfume of flowers I gaze at oceans of stars and make the same sempiternal wish Every night I bathe in crystals of honey 'neath an effervescent moon which carries your evanescent smile upon each ripple of waves Every night the horizon meets my eyes and all I think of is you Your world becomes my world as my world becomes your own Every night I wear my glass slippers to dance on sand prints of the past in the silent promise of tomorrow Every night I await a new sunrise to solace this pang which your absence inflicts To hear you whisper 'I love you' to feel your breath upon mine without being kissed.

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Grandfather Speaks with Eagles

Irony cries out in Boulet’s rendering. Elderly Native American’s stern expression seems captured beneath eagle’s wings. Symbol of power and freedom, mighty bald eagle was chosen by European ancestors - United State’s national symbol. Yet independence for all was denied. Tribes seeking only to preserve their culture, their way of life, were undeservingly imprisoned on reservations. Stifled was freedom’s speech. Let the eagle’s voice be heard; toleration of injustice carries harsh consequences. Spread your wings, powerful bird, restore harmony to land seduced, neglected, compromised. Transmit tribal elders’ timely message. Human annihilation’s path is cruelly carved when animals and plants face extinction. Mounds of trash blister our land; parched prairies struggle to support life. Sorrowful cries of dying species echo through stripped land, causing songs of despair to resonate. Grandfather, speak with eagles; others appear deaf to your wisdom.
*Written October 15, 2014 and dedicated to late artist Susan Seddon Boulet, whose 2003 painting “Grandfather Speaks with Eagles” is but one of many pieces that evoke emotional response.

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The Path of Love

My love softly walks with my heart in hand
down a path that will lead 
to the center of my being.
In the windows that are my loves eyes
I can see the promise of all tomorrows.
With the caress of a hand a declaration
of what is yet to come.
Warm sultry words are gently spoken
yet strong enough to penetrate
all walls of fear or hesitation.
Lips swollen with loves need now dire
burn in me a path of fire.
Heart to heart and flesh to flesh
two souls meet in loves pyre.
The symphony of mind and soul 
rise and fall with unquenching amplitude.
Like the cadence beat of a kettle drum
two hearts beat as one.
As emotions soar to the pinnacle of
celestial firmament all time seems suspended.
Then like an artesian well love explodes
consuming the two souls that lay within.
As a chalice passed each luxuriates in the
liquid pearls that lay therein.
The rapture now complete gently settles
to peaceful bliss as the two now bask 
in the afterglow side by side 
with hearts in hand.

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Mother Bear

*Inspired by the art of Susan Seddon Boules*

Mother Bear, Mother Bear, a child is I.
Save me from the sky, night chills my bones.
In your arms, not alone, my spirit shines,
Your power defines who I may become.
The sum of your actions mold me Mother.
In the fear no other can protect me.
There is no blind when we see who we are.
You are never too far to teach me good.
As I should, I hold on to your words and you.
Mother Bear, Mother Bear a new heart beat.
Warm me in your heat of everlasting,
A light we are casting that will shine on.

I love you Mother Bear, and know you will always be there.

For Contest: Free Verse art inspired by susan seddon boules
Date; 10-20-2014

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Wishing Upon Stars

O stars, your twinkling never changes
with moods or emotions.
That’s why you give people hope
when there is no light
at the end of the tunnel in their lives.

O stars, I wish only one thing from you-
the secret to how you glow 
every day and night without a sigh 
of dimming.

If you can’t give me the secret,
at least make me a star like you,
to shine on myself, and the world.

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Remembering the sorrow Remembering the pain The time had come, I had come undone I came unglued I released my heart to you I stopped holding back not being brave My heart under attack All those hours All those lies Pretending to show my heart but really hiding inside No one knows the cries Hidden behind darkened eyes Thoughts of goodbyes Why did I try What good is a future If haunted by the past Lost, scared and alone This heart needed a home Aimlessly searching, which way shall it go Finally softened by breezes that blew in from the unknown A beat that was lost Getting stronger each day To have and to hold Once dead it springs new You've saved me my peach You know I love you

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Listen to the Beat

The ringmaster left Baghdad by the Bay 
but the carnival stayed in town.
Erect, proud, empowered people
stride by living the Crayola dream.
Awash in color, characters in the screenplay,
the scene played with aborigine like dream walkers.

No surface left to its utilitarian plight,
all stroked and stoked with the creativity
of the artist, all crooned to by boom box
and skateboard smack, or the concrete
slap of a mariachis’ feet.

Birds singing 
in the dark 
—Rainy dawn. 

The burnt bright white light shivers
to a Hendricks strum, and the caffeinated come
one by one hooked in to hook up,
to the juke boxes sixties twang.

Children play on Aztec snakes rising
from a soft foam of green with
mosaic skin and glass eyes.
freed from the restrictions, the confines, 
the confounded, gay, straight, bi free
bleeding poetry.

* haiku by Jack Kerouac
Jimmy Hendricks The Wind Cries Mary

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The Best Poem I've Ever Read

I learnt a long time depends on how the person
experiencing your work perceives please don't
get someone............judges your poetry
it is but the perception of one person..........a singular look
how one person looks at what you wrote....... .....when my
daughter...when my daughter was five........only five years
old...she built me....... .......a poem..........that is what she
told me.."daddy I built you a pome".....I can tell you it is to
this day the best poem I have ever read.....better than any
of the masters...........better than any famous modern poet
even Shakespeare....could not compete...... ....with a poem a five year old girl.............I will share it with
you may or may not agree with me........that it is
the best poem you ever read......the poem my five year old
daughter built for me is this..."daddy i love you so so much"
...she even included an internal rhyme..."so"with "so"and to
this very is the best poem.....I have ever read
so you is lives based on perception

With My Love

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Surreal Poem

Last night I dreamed
your eyes were lit
in a world of fire
your kisses struck
like heat lightning
many moons rose and fell
tides pulled the shoreline closer
you transparent as a ghost
and in the heat of this frozen night
we were still there...

You the porcelain doll
eyes that open and shut
words yet to crack
mute rain between us
eyelashes black and shiny
sitting on the edge of the mountain
with just a shallow stare...

My body gliding to you
I try and break through
waves that have become mountains
that cover the pale skyline...
~ ~

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Icarus rejoice

She said,
love gives us wings
therefore lover,
we belong to the heavens...

Let us abandon
this frozen world
and fix ourselves
among the ceaseless blue stars...

Higher and higher
into the sky
you and I
will eternally fly...

Let us not
come too close to the sun
we may burn the tips of our wings
stay and be safe with me...

For in your eyes
is a burning sun
within you I find the end of space
and my wings are unpinned...
~ ~ ~

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I see myself in her

                                                                                                             -For Melissa

She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off 
White sundresses put on in order to frolic
On beaches with waves washing away
Each grain of him
How long did it take for you to get over him?
Days? Weeks? A month or two?
Hope shining like a naïve flashlight during the eclipse of hardest times
Beaming on me, waiting for an answer

How could I tell her, honestly, 
That it took me years
To overlook the smallest details of his smile
How he only has one dimple on the right side of his face
The way his hands felt, every line and crevice of his fate
Thought to fit mine perfectly?

How could I tell her, truthfully
That no matter how many times I washed my sheets
I would catch the scent of him at 3:45 am, sometimes
Or hear his faint tapping on my window
When it’s really just, my imagination
That she’ll spend months waiting for him to text her
Call her, email her, think of her
When really he’s lying in bed with another women but she refuses
To believe that it’s over
Or how my heart still aches, just a little
When I hear he asked about me
Or that he can no longer say my name out loud to our mutual friends

Could I muster up the courage to explain to her
That it took me 2 years, 3 months, and 16 days to realize
The ugliness of being pathetic
It was time to rise up and take the lead 
Time to forget all romantic casualties 
It’s only yesterday that I found myself straining to remember
His faults, forgetting the man and only remembering the hero
How could I break her heart for the second time by telling her
The truth?

She stood there patiently waiting for me
To pull a metaphor out of a hat, something poetic
Comforting, beautiful, reassuring
I see myself in her
Wanting people to lie to us to see the Zen in ourselves

It’s like we’re all in the same play with the same roles but different names
It takes time for each actor to fulfill the destiny
Others emphasize while others downplay
Moments in time

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Time -part 1-

Tragedy is never a sentiment for Time For it is a phenomenon she merely sees She pours forth abundance for all that behold her Even for those of us that scold her And for naught she was cursed from the beginning There she is—interminable Time at the fullest! And we all envy her ever-ringing constancy She rules over our hearts Keeping stress in our spirits Not once does she feel sorry for us Nor is she indifferent of our failures She begs not for gratefulness And accepts who she is with joy! How ample we would be if we Like she—were free of trepidation If only we be like her waters—clear and visible from top to bottom Filled with untainted approval What fools we must seem to such a pure jewel as Time But ah, she is both heartless and kind And though we hate her peculiar aura Oh how hard it is do tear her from our minds! How stressfully beautiful Time is! Like a wink of venerated bliss She smiles and smiles And our ironical faces feel like grime Still she laughs in mirth While the world becomes a ball of putrid hatred Wanting more and more of her And positively hating her We that cannot see her began to hate For we are as visible and low as can be And we acknowledge her merely to insult her Though she takes no pang to the chest For the only gifts we give in return for herself are pangs That she simply returns to each sender Hidden is our pride But ever placed Ever unhidden Is our inscrutable mortality And this humiliation of our unchangeable fates Makes us want to humiliate the more fortunate Thus we regard her only as a concept As a fraction of a belief—a bellowing ideal For of course Time cannot in our honey-glazed eyes Think, eat, drink or feel We use her—yes! Even abuse her Not once will she complain For her gift is everlastingness

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Why do I love thee?
You! With a heart made of ice
Hiding beneath the face of an angel
Pure and white
Crying those frosty tears 
In and effort to convince me
You didn't kill your rival
‘The beautiful vibrant Autumn’

Can I not see – you ask?
Surely it was suicide
Everyone saw her leap to her death

But! I know it was you
For I still see
Your tell-tale frost on her breast
Left When you held her in
A kiss of death

So why! Do I still love thee?
You! With a heart of ice

Is it because I know
You were consumed with jealousy
Wanting to be more beautiful
Than she could ever be
In the hopes of pleasing me?


A thrill – a chill runs up my spine
Autumn quickly fading from my mind
As I look at you
A glistening jewel 
That simply takes my breath away

SECOND PLACE:  Let it snow contest

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The Poet

The Poet

We have been around for thousands of years
Reading our words for kings and queens
and a few people who gathered just to hear us talk.
We lived on the copper coins they could afford
and traveled through the lands writing what 
we saw, dreams and thoughts.
Our words were put to music and made immortal
Others were acted on the stage making
people laugh and cry.
Some words changed the way people thought
and ended hatred between people who
should not feel hate.
People died because they did not realize what
our words could do
Many times a love bogged in fear was loosed
because of a few words we wrote.
God only knows how many children our words
have brought smiles to and how many starting
thinking because of what we wrote.
Why do we do it?
Not to end wars or hatred
Not for the lovers who found each other because of us
Not even for the copper coins people throw
We do it because we love words
We do it to share our feelings
and we do it so that someday maybe someone will read 
our thoughts, dreams and words  and they will be 
remembered long after we are gone.

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Lie, Truth, & Reality

I walk above all pain
            risen and relentless 
                       floating on borrowed air oblivious
This heart is impervious fortress, like stonewall embattlements
...that lie is twisted around every bitter past and hollow present

Meandering useless, wander and watch
Romances ebbing, flowing, flying, crashing...dead
Envy circles about my head
longer away, further removed...and lonely

This heart is porous Swiss, like wine-tasting afterthoughts
...that truth is a hulking shadow looming disproportionate
     engulfing any new light on unseen horizons

Only wishing she might see and understand
My hot and cold passion platters served accordingly
 apprehensive only in love's pursuits
   timid like bullied school children cowering in corners
Brash and outspoken otherwise...shackled when it may matter

This heart is neglected farmland, like wartorn meadows
...that reality inhibits every bright angle of my soul
     suffocating the man you would love...if you knew

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A Heart Ajar

A heart ajar
a dream half seen
in a chest
whose lid was 
quickly fastened. 

A heart ajar
a smile half 
upon a flake 
of snow
which in 
no time melts.

A heart ajar
a long beautiful sentence
whose verb 
never dared 
to come out 
in the light.

A heart ajar
a poem half read
before you reach 
its climax
and touch 
its heaven.

A heart ajar 
a love 
drawing near
like a ray of sun
you try to catch
but will
always flee.

and it may

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Thank-YOU--- To My LOVES

My Dearest Most Only  Beloved LENORE , there is Someone I want YOU to meet
My Heartbeat My LIFE My WIFE Let me escort YOU , to YOUR ”  Golden Throne “
YOU are my Queen , My everything : My Forever : please  come up and take YOUR Seat
This is BARBARA JEAN She put a LOVE seed in my Heart, as YOU can see it’s “Grown”

I fly Like a Cloud , The wings which flutter from my Heart cry out loud Barbara, I LOVE YOU
OHH!! LENORE L E N O R E, My LOVE If I knew the same words of  Heavenly Love You know
May I speak in Tongues  that YOU understand : May I show You  A Forever LOVE; as YOU 
Look at my Heart that’s Barbara Jean standing there  : Look to your left, Eternally I sit in that 
empty chair

YOU know I LOVE You Forever But here on Earth my Heart screams for Companionship and 
Barbara Jean knows YOU as I’m sure YOU know her when You look out the window of Heaven
YOU can see my Heart beating anew , as it does for YOU I do not feel guilty ( or maybe I do)
How long has it been since I’ve seen YOU? I have never seen Barbara Jean, I have felt Her 
How long has it been since I heard YOUR voice? in Barbara’s  POEMS my Heart does rejoice
I can hear the whispers “I LOVE YOU” from Heaven , the  song “I LOVE YOU” from Earth
I am such a lucky man  to know two LOVES, Heavenly and Earthly FOREVER and ALWAYS

Inspired By LOVE Dedicated to my LOVES : L E N O R E  and  B A R B A R A  J E A N

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Cloudy days doesn't mean there is no Sun

Lord you know all things
There is not even one word on my tongue
Or in my heart that you a haven’t heard 
Before I have even uttered them
I am full of awe of you- Selah

Even in my down times when I feel unwell
You are here with me
Your presence is everywhere 
Even if I aren’t sensitive to know this at the time

But you give me little reminders
That all life is precious to you 
Like when I receive a kiss from a friend
Or a kind word from a stranger

Yes- you are always vigilant to remind us of your care
For I am more valuable than even a precious Sparrow
My heart shall rest in Hope and Your faithfulness - till my change shall come.

© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012

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Beautiful Muse

She is draped over a chair, 
Artfully fashioned
Like a fine piece 
Of silk.
He imagines that her softness 
Would sweetly mould into
His hands
Like ripe fruit.
She stays still and silent, 
Letting him consume her
With his hungry eyes.
He drinks her in, 
The fullness of her breast, 
The gentle curve of her hip
And the honeyed tones of her
Naked skin.
Her natural beauty
Has him mesmerised....
Lips apart, 
Heart pounding, 
He feels the heat of creation rise in him
And with power and purpose, 
His eyes break contact as
He touches
His brush
To the canvas.

© 2012
Ruby Honeytip

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I Wish It Could Be

This emptiness within surrounds the insides Penetrating my sorrows, I see the light A light so faded and sad…as if it knows my lamentation This light dies to be seen, yet it is surrounded by shadows The light has not a voice, nor eyes to cry Yet it weeps in the strangest of times If only that light could travel up and onto my tongue Springing forth in articulate passion and delight To all that happen to behold its philosophic brilliance But it cannot speak to you It cannot cry to you… It cannot tell you that I am… So deeply in love with everything you are Your talents, your pursuits…I cherish I hold your dreams in my heart Not merely wishing for them all to come true But willing to sacrifice all for your fulfillment It melts at every smile Every squeak of laughter Each hesitant touch I wish it could be… How strange this light has made me! So dim inside, yet shaking with infuriated quaking It longs to take over my every being And make sweet music with you Trilling in its soft embraces To fulfill you is to leave me writhing in containment Yet your happiness weaves into the pain And the light remains…yet it never rains This light thrives to love you…shivering but alive It sighs in silence, comforted by fruitless words The light is afraid and cold For the vessel it resides in centers all warmth on you

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The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps

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Another Silly Love Poem

Thinking of the lilt of your hair
	and the flush of your cheek,
I search with hesitation for words
	to my poem.
My heart goes flutter flutter
	as with wings to fly.

I would soar with you
	to heavenly bliss,
if bliss be pure as daisy petals--
	for in spring thoughts turn from chill
to sun-rays warming everywhere.

My brow does not sweat from heat,
	but something finer emanates
from my breast, that even
	robins cannot sing.

Our love is like a kite
	lifted to new heights by passion's gate;
the tongue cannot give utterance
	to a voice so singing.

Your eyes are like the eyes of doves--
	never does a sad tear fall
from those eyes, but only brimming
	full of joy and light.

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Back When The World Was Psychedelic

My grandmother used to bake pies 
in the kitchen where I lived as a boy. 
She would spend all day mixing 
                                                    and kneading, 
singing her old lady songs to herself. 
I would get to lick the bowl. 
This was my prize. 
Back when the world was psychedelic 
and hippies wandered the streets. 

My sister and I would play outside 
                                      almost every sunny day. 
Magic kingdoms made of mud and bricks. 
Toy soldier citizens of mock empires. 
Barbie doll victims of terrible wars. 
Bubblegum music from the top forty 
             traced the pattern of our lives. 

Our country had a new flag and boys 
                    in school still had short hair. 
Little girls wore skirts and dresses and 
pony tails were still the normal fashion. 
Black and white television set turned to 
the latest American sitcoms. We would 
laugh at Granny and marvel at Endora. 
Mr. Sullivan would present the latest rage, 
the latest quartet or singer from England. 
Back when the world was psychedelic 
and hippies wandered the streets. 

We wore peace buttons on our coats, 
and drew "smiley's" on our books. 
We talked about what we were going 
to do to make a difference in the world. 
We admired the Fab Four and worshipped 
                  at the altar of glorious possibilities. 
We knew it was going to be beautiful, 
because that is what we were being told. 

Every morning at school we would sing 
"God Save the Queen" and "O Canada", 
say The Lord's Prayer and 
                             hear the announcements. 
Teachers talked about the future 
           as if it was a land of possibilities. 
We did not know the black and white visions 
would be transformed into colour horrors. 
We had no idea that the dreams of peace and love 
were going to be forgotten. Who could predict 
the grey soul of adulthood? Where have 
                                all the beautiful people gone? 

My grandmother used to bake pies 
in the kitchen where I lived as a boy. 
Back when the world was psychedelic 
and hippies wandered the streets. 

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You are special

You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
no one can replace the radiance within you. People tell you that you are not cool,
smart, talkative, real.....making you to feel like a douche bag,
being punched right in your heart. Believe me, I've been where you were;
hurt, frustrated, and craving the gates of the afterlife. I looked 
like a person from a rehab. I also felt like a tourist in a place I was born.
As seasons passed, I realized that it was I, with the key to joy. "Rivers don't ask
for permission to replenish themselves; the Sun doesn't 
ask for permission to shine;
an eagle doesn't ask for permission to soar into the sky...." are words from a Zen
book, that woke up my inner fire. I started to dream positive things about me once more, and starting each day with a smile; this also changed the way 
people looked at me.
You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
life being the sky. Never forget that!

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In the dusty cobwebs of my inspirational mind,
I’ve written volumes of scripted details, pondered
Epic thoughts, and let mine imagination roam the
Fields of complete abandonment.
A wild child of freedom’s reckless spirit, I’m dived
Head first into the untamed wilderness of the human
Stratosphere, seeking beyond the unknown country
Of the mental unconscious mind, then free fallen into
The waves of insecurity, rescued by mine own self
Sustaining life preserver, called survival.
Line by line I’ve written into my life journal, leaving a
Legacy behind me worth preservation’s finest gilding,
Bound are these pages of mine existence with love,
Tenderness, and freshly cut rose petals, of remembrance.
Reflected in the cover of my life book, are the joyous
Faces of those whom loved me beyond words of
Expressions comprehension, without emotions tears
For they celebrate my life, not with sorrows regrets
But with prides respect and honor.
Through hell’s fire I’ve rambled and traveled, being
Tested by friend and foe alike, but I’ve lifted myself
Beyond the flames of reality, bathing within the warmth
Of a divine faith of loves power everlasting.
I’ve been given the spark of the eternal, it breathes
Within me, it drives my spiritual being, to over come
Ignorance, intolerance and ambience sloth of spirit.
At times I’ve been tempted to dance, against the flame
That flickers in the night, teasing me, taunting me,
To choose wrong or right, but mine feet stood stead
Fast, yielding only in my secret world of dreams escape.
Yes I’ve mused amongst the fantasy realm,
Flying, soaring into the abyss of illusions mirrors,
Clashing as a bird smacking at the glass of reality,
But I’ve awakened wiser, a soldier better prepared
For the battle known as life.
In this journal I bequeath all that is the best of myself,
To those for whom I’ve touched, and in memories moments
Of stilled realization that I’ve gone, dare let no tears blind
Thine vision let no words of sorrow spill from your trembling
Lips just do me the one last favor for which I ask of thee,
Simply look upwards, and smile.


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Dear Me

Dear Me,

I need you to be stronger
I need you to never be afraid

swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer
tell her you love her,even if it hurts

Grab onto your dream and live it
Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity

Be better,love more, hold on.

Dear Me,

Enjoy every stop of the ride.
For when the train finally stops...we die

Until we witness the angels dance after final day...
Dear Me, hide your fears away

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A spell by moonlight

I walked with people from another time,
They were beautiful and ghostly. 
I sleep now, and sit with the three of selves,
within a dreamly realm. 
Tripple Goddess in my soul, 
I consort with thee. 
Luscious Apple of Eve. 
We dance in my mind, with spirit. 
We sit and we talk and share tears. 
We meld into one being. 
Simple beings of light. 
Soul sisters. Pyramid of Isis. High crown.
I abide thee as, Lass of Moher. 
Maiden of new colony. 
Sister of Natives. 
Wanted of LA. 
Energy meet energy. 
Soul touch soul. 
By three laws do I fold. 
In perfect love, and perfect trust.

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Listening Eyes

Listening eyes, 
they speak with certain glance, 
and yet are ever loving. 
Listening eyes,
Which soak in the warmth,
of your ever smiling face.
With them I hear,
With them I see,
Into the beauty beneath. 
Scarred faces, 
Hidden lines,
Your story lies within your eyes.
A certain glance,
and then I hear,
The story that you fear to share.

Beneath this sun, Beneath this moon, I sit in silence and study you, Beneath the layers of your skin, I seek to find what is akin, Who are you, What makes you this way, What are your secrets, Those that keep others at bay.
Only will my eyes speak, Others will not hear the the stories peak, Here I will listen, And let your story unfold. Do not be afraid my friend, I have pure intentions. I will not share, nor will I accuse, I will not rebuke, nor will I use Your weakness to my advantage. I am here to help you heal, I hear your longing with my eyes, I see it in your shallow smile. You can tell me, Hear lets sit awhile. I will hear you with my listening eyes. *Authors note: I dont know how I feel about this one...I was hit with a bit of frustration, but for now, this is what it is. Maybe Ill change later. What do you think, should I or should I leave it how it is?

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Maybe you raised those glasses
and thought about me for a minute,
smiled and wished my dreams came true.

Maybe there were times when you believed,
like I do now,
that stars hear our broken whispers.

Maybe our souls are not that much different
and once we all shared the same dream,
that somewhere over the glass,
over the curtain is the world where we belong.

Maybe our hearts beat in the same rhythm
and one day we will raise those glasses together,
talk the whole night through and I will fear no more.

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33 rpm

because so it is,
he says

ashtray's empty
Dolly Parton
spinning dizzy
in the
in my mind
all words
leave the
love laid to rest,
I can

© Gry W Christensen

(My take on "Relationships". My entry in the "Relationships" contest, ending Aug.  25. )

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childhood fantasies

i was six and you were nine
you would pack sunlight into a jar
tell me it was mine.

at night it lit my room.

when the stars were out
you'd throw stones to wake me up.

butterfly nets in hand
we'd catch stars from the sky 
save them in our pockets.

i'd hand you my water gun
you’d load one at a time
pull the trigger
and yell
"quick wish on a shooting star."

now twenty and more old
i still have the jars
i still own every wish
i uttered silently
on those moonlit eves.

it was you
in my dreams
in my smile

always kind.

i only had one wish
you and i
clad in the innocence
of those times,

of dreams and laughs
i only wished
it would never end,
and your sunshine
safe in my memories 
our childhood sealed in those jars.

Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest Name:The Sweetest Touches of Verse

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Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album of the timeless, it is a
Pressed flower of remembrance, never to be forgotten,
In the days of wine and roses.

As champion kisses are exchanged between the
Youthful hearts of the innocent, another cork
Is popped, in this cozy interlude of memory’s repast,
Shattered lies this tempered fragile glass, smashed
Against the fireplaces inner mantel, leaving a frothy
Foams liquid behind, causing the crackles embers to
Burn higher with passions flame,
In the days of wine and roses.

Hand cut floral arrangements, plucked apart
Then tossed asunder, a petals trail to silken sheets
Of pleasure, sorrow’s bedding is lined with feathers
Down, angel wings tender sheathing to protect the
Wounded child of innocence, curled inside perfection’s
Illusionary dream, evolving into a flowering silhouette of
In shad’s refection of repose, she weeps thus diamond
Tears that float away amongst the Lilley thorns, within the
Rippling pool of the timeless,
Oh those were the farewells for-get-me-knots,
To those days of wine and roses.

Valentines shaped boxes shredded into confections confetti,
Thrown into the air of clarity at the ticker tape parade
Of the broken heartbeat, as it explodes into a zillion pieces,
Tissues spent candy wrappers used to wipe away, moistures
Sorrows of regrets folly, thus the tender reed bends into
The winds of emotion,
Behold the tokens price of loves devotion,
Back in the days of wine and roses.

Vintage bouquets of elegance, tarnished with age,
Yet still retaining lusters shine of everlasting beauty,
The faithful clinging to the shadows of the past,
Hopes dreaming romantic, waltzing in rheum with
Memories of illusion, showered by petals of color,
From those days of wine and roses.

Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album of the timeless, it is a
Pressed flower of remembrance, never to be forgotten,
In the days of wine and roses.


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Within the first moment of loving him, the stars
Fell silent in a soft whispers hush, mine beloved,
Sent from the spiritual gardens above, was this
Precious rose, whom pierced my heart with cupids
Thorny prong’s of devotion.
A melting comet descends, shattering my frozen
Crystalized soul within, for loving him I thus live
Again, and am renewed showed by his sacred
Petals of tenderness.
Passion’s fire in the blue skies of his eyes I’m
So lost, drowning heart first within seductions
Universe, divinities cascading shards of pleasure
Clasp as shooting stars singing our silken sheets
Of forever.
Silvered pieces of stardust dart above us,
As we promise our vows beneath the vast
Canvas of heaven, for in loving him two separate
Half’s have become whole, I’ve found the eying to
My yang, forming perfections circle of enlightenment.
Interconnecting vines woven around my emotions,
Blossom with blooms of his budding devotion,
In loving him I’ve found roots nourishment,
Growing stronger by his shinning smile,
And sunshine’s rays of everlasting kisses.
Oh do not the lords of the galactic universe,
Dancing within the fields of the twilight hour,
In tune with our wedding march, in timeless
Reflections do the pools of the moon,
Ripple with the hushed silence, as two
Lovers walk beneath them in reverences
After glow.
For in loving him, I’ve found my hero of
Companionship, devotion, and soul mate.
He is the lucky star that guides the rhythms
Pathway forward and where he goes I
Shall follow always.
Within the first moment of loving him, the stars
Fell silent in a soft whispers hush, mine beloved,
Sent from the spiritual gardens above, was this
Precious rose, whom pierced my heart with cupids
Thorny prong’s of devotion.

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Daily Thoughts

Everyone thinks they can relate to me
but nobody really understands,
they lie just so you feels as if your not the only one with problems.
the only people that feel as if you do
are the ones that have experienced
what you have.

have you ever felt suicide flowing 
through your veins?
or the sickness thats in your blood
it just drips out of your scars
and spreads to your fellow friends.

have you ever had a kiss of venom
from someone you cant have?
or the touch of someone who wants you 
so much that they have killed
your heart all together.

not understanding yourself so you
go to your friends to council you,
then you just close your eyes
and forget all your feelings?

did you ever hold your tears in so hard
that your eyes start to burn?
or make out as if your smiles are
it is easier than answering everyones 
questions over and over.

what about when you see your desire
and your hands start to tremble and
tears fall like nothing before?
you try to imagine what life is like
but when you start it kills you

your hell is my heaven
but im just an illusion of your god
and a prediction of the devil.
have you looked so hard that the star
has burnt a symbol in you?

no one cares about your life just whats 
in it.
the talk can lead your head to desicions
you dont want to make.
but like you make your own thoughts 
and everyone disagrees anyway.

if i could stop everyone 
for just a second or a half
i would hate it to tell the truth
but for me to stop my own life
would be a pleasure.

they say listen to your heart but for me
its too late,
because my heart has already stopped.

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Afraid Of Love - For A Friend

I understand 
Truely I do 
You forget dear friend, 
I am in fact like you. 
I was once afraid, 
and if truth must be told, 
I continue to be afraid, 
even as my Darling and I grow old. 
We each have our own hopes, 
and with each soul comes individual dreams. 
To find someone who is compatable is a terrifying thing. 
But no life is a waste, no presence is less than the other, 
your co-ed was wrong, as was my mother. 
I understand your fear, 
I once drowned in it myself, 
running away, pushing away help. 
I wanted to be touched, 
I wanted to be loved, 
but It was like a fire, 
so beautiful I was afriad I would burn. 
You must swallow your fear,
wade into the water, 
once you find your own Dear, 
you will calm and know that there is no other. 
It wont come at first, 
its a gradual thing, 
but when you feel that tug on your heart, 
do not cut the strings. 
You dont just hurt yourself, 
you hurt those that care, 
the ones that dream, to be in your air. 
Open your heart, 
and be not afraid, 
soon it will come and you will rejoyce in the day.

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cluck! cluck!! cluck!!

He hammers a nail into the hardwood,
wiping sweat from his brow as the scorching sun prides itself in the middle of the sky.

He examines a curve on the casket he is making,
he is dissatisfied, he grabs a chisel and begins to chisel away carefully.
As every splinter of wood falls to the ground he nods his head in satisfaction,
he stops to wipe more sweat from his brow
he mutters something to himself,
looks up to the sky angrily and curses the heavens for the heat.

But isn't it man who brought the sun closer?
well, that is what the govt official who came to our village told us,
"global warming" he called it.

I wonder why he labours so hard to make this ugly reminder of death look perfect,
the dead do not care about aesthetics,
I do not think they care so much what happens to their bodies here bury it, burn it, they get a new one either way.

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An Artist for the King

~An Artist for the King~

She stood there in awe
Captivated by His eyes of peace
Attempting to recreate on a canvas the love that He delivers to mankind
She is new at this
She just met Him the other day
She only had to see His eyes once to know that she would be His subject
She only had to see the rainbows and prisms of kindness trapped within His eyes
To know that He was a wonder
He is a one of a kind
He is the King
She wanted this painting to be the most perfect painting of all time
She carefully arranged each brushstroke in a smooth circular fashion
It just could not be done
For there was only one that was perfect and that was the King
No imitations
No substitutes
When she finished her work she presented it to her new Master
He stood there in awe at the heart that she had for His eyes
Within His heart stirred a deep unexpected emotion
A single tear fell down His cheek 
And in amazement she captured it an mixed it in with her paint
“It is finished now, she said
Now I have captured your essence
I have captured your true emotion
You are a King filled with love for your people
And I will study your eyes forever

Written by Gwendolen Rix

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The Heartbeat Of God

High on a hillside,
in the middle 
of the marigolds 
and the meadowlarks,
 I sit, stilling my soul.
my fingers feel God's 
cool, green grass.

I press my fingers 
down into the soft, 
moist earth.
The palm of my hand
starts to throb.
As if I am 
the heartbeat 
of God.

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Sent to you

Glow bright
Invite the light 
Into the night
Far from darkness
Softly spoken
Lightly touch
A heart that's broken 
Bringing peace
Drifting to sleep
Walking among dreams
You thank God or your creator
Ask what kind of angel am I your savior
Fusing laughter and hope
Here for a moment 
I'll be gone in the next
Sent to bring you 
Some happiness
I'm not yours to keep
But perhaps you'll get some much needed sleep 

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natural satellite

orbiting her planet here
in my spacious long distance solitude

this synchronous rotation
only adds to my loneliness
watching her with a
three hundred and sixty five
twenty four seven obsession

peeking around crescents to catch a glimpse
getting attention by rare total momentary eclipse
but occasionally I am fully exposed
to the wonderful sight and beauty of glowing blue hues

there was a time when I was once part of you
you were once part of me
now only a crash course destiny
can bring us together

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Poetry Won't Hold Her Tongue

Poetry won't hold her tongue
When desperate times
And the little men they breed
Would counsel silence.

     She bursts instead Athenalike
     From out the wearied brain
     Or grows painfully from every vein
     Like ivy's tiny tendrils
     Pulling monuments to ground
     Inch by inch
     To let in the light and rain
     From which newer monuments may grow.

She cares not at all 
For their inconvenience.

     She shows herself so many ways:
     As the boldly topless Priestess,
     Snakes coiled about her outstreatched arms

     As the nun in golden sunlight
     Falling through cathedral stone

 This lady is a child
 All innocence of face
 And Ageless eyes
 She knows all that remains of purity,
 And every excess she also calls her own.

She woos the soul with its own music;
Her skin of sunsets draws her devotees
Towards her embrace
Her sweetcool breath like snowind calling
She comes again unbidden
Whispering her sweet nothings,
Bearing words to work

     Creation     Destruction     Change

Upon her restless,

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Color me naked with your sighs
Scribble me stripped
Stippled on your skin

Paint me black
Seething in charcoal amber
Writhing in lines
The brush strokes of your tongue

Craft me artist eloquent
With feathered quill
On the spine of desire
Etch me
Deep acid in your eyes

Brush in the sticky fluid oil of centuries
Canvass hung sacrificial in galleries
Martyred to your beauty
I am

Capture me in sketches
Paper trees and graphite inscribe
And draw me
With your soul
On the timeless wall and halls
Of love

Chiseled I am from marble cliffs
Statue pantheon
You my ancient legend
In murals cast
Upon the unforgotten forms of beauty

You are primitive

Preordained to the hand-print of stone
Set in caves prehistorical 
With spit and pigment molded

Paint me naked
In your eyes


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Many distant sea shores 
Watch me silently
As I am drifting through the sea

There is no fear of drowning
Uncertainty shakes me though

To find the shore of happiness 
That's the thought I hold

When this journey ends?
The wait feels in vain

Drowning is the easiest way
Probably to eternal peace
Pain won't exist and me neither

Drifting through the sea
My body gets sore
And I travel from one Poem to another
Without reaching the sea shore

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My fight

It's been broke to the core
Like so many times before 
Why does this happen to me?
Hopeful, Stong I try to be
Yet my heart still does bleed
Love is all you need,
Is what the song writes
But still to many fights
Fights inside my sole
To understand why there is such a hole
Fights within myself 
Because my hopes are on the shelf
I used to believe in love someday
But now thats all been thrown away
I only believe what they tell me I am
And not anymore do I give a damn
Love above all, is what I believed
But even that has been thieved
I don't know when my heart will find
A peace between my sole and mind
Someday hopefully soon
With the graces of the sun and moon
My heart, my mind, my body and my sole
Can end this life threatening tole

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The Call

I am not who you call me if that's what you mean
I do not flatter egos
With glitz and glamor of words while the obscene
Condition of people's lives tell
In front of our eyes there is an invisible hell
I want this poem to be a soldier then
Searching and killing in human hearts
The terrorist poverty that cankers men
I want this poem to be a social worker
Bringing the homeless into the shelter
Of the love of men, I want this poem
To be like Jesus doling bread famished mouths
I want this poem to be a healer mending
The broken health of citizens
Forgotten by a narrow minded wealth
Of technology in earth's richest country
I am not who you call me if that's what you mean

My language is not a party
For intellectuals looking for new leaves
Meaning, this is not a ball
Of words for socialites and celebrities
And I do not want to read again
Poets lost in private pain
Unless their pain connect as a metaphors
For the suffering of the world
If poems do not have compassion
They should cause compassion
And then as one army 
Let us march to right history
And voice the cause of the downtrodden
The oppressed, depress
The wretched of the earth, distress
The lonely, broken, forgotten
I am not who you call me if that's what you mean
I am poet of the people, the people's poet
A poet's words are bombs, missiles, bayonets
Do not read these poem
Holding my words too close to your eyes 

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Art Of War

War is easy than dating 
Others kill with no bullets while losing arguments 
Conventional queens know electrified attractions attract war with no pause 
A stock of lip sticks run dry dialogues in a desert of heartbroken love pupils 
Piece of hope rented with no peace but trusted snipers 

Spoken words do fool around with bait for cake 
Sold in gossips sipping wine, chewing gums and over baked lies with no trace 
Wood and axe chopped lies connecting humans like dead chickens
Words always turn into constructors building long distant promises 
Sello-tapes brake endlessly aiming to redesign human connections 
The adhesive virus chewing feelings braking easy like pencils 

A virus moving across eye sites in spider web styles 
celebrating homicide medals 
My spoken words needs no dental doctor
I toothpick my words before all spoken 
word leftovers are served to innocent infants 
My words dilute strong wet tongues of hope 
From toes to goals amplifying muscled dreams guarded by eyes of owls 
Abusing definitions of sex in vernacular 
Well guarded needles love injecting 
pissed off moods between two countries playing hard to get 

He crosses genders to impress the oppressed family matters 
She pukes pregnant proof of impatient promised poetry 
Photo shopped smiles activate countdown minute bombs 
Click click time tracking clicks clicking clicks and sperm bombs 
Trousers unwrapping guilty conscious
The sickest spits in less than six minute pleasures after night gigs 
Time tracking suspicious flings 

Hospital beds are made for injured insecurities and wheel chaired emotions
Transported by sirens from ambulances of greedy 
A gasoline for vengeance 
The art of love painted by departed affections above 
all intellectual scribes 
Windy arguments will forever toss tornadoes of 
cheating slogans on the devil’s bible 

The art of love and zips unzipping free ships for donated suicide spits 
The art of love and zips unzipping free ships for donated suicide spits 

© Raymond Ngomane

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My Sudoku Life

And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.

Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.

Enticing my stature
to belong
to become exponent’s side-kick.

So they can welcome me with open arms.

Coating my digits with inoperable tumors
double-knotted in hot pink laced bow
and baby-breath scent.

They even left a Walmart Rollback smiley face sticker
with crack residue on right cheek
and a comic-style bubble caption, “welcome home puppet”.


This is exactly how Mother 1 told me it would be.

Kinda like marriage,
but less detail-oriented.

But, I could never fit in.

For I am neither positive
nor negative
about their (cult) ural ways.

Timing would always be off.

An arm from the clock that suffered a stroke at Midnight…

They’d never understand,
how they’d alter this unevenly, odd numerical figment.

For they’ll just calculate,
my sum with rusty protractor.

This Zero, into a fraction...

© Drake J. Eszes

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Suddenly the sweetness around the moon!
Set an open fire with magic into my heart.
A campfire burning deep within.
Found a way to kick start my heart again.
Flowing with flowers in the midnight skies.
Feelings of butterflies passing right before my eyes.
A basket of ribbons turning my stomach into knots.
Gave me pleasure to know life's hidden thoughts...

A sweet spell to your compel....
Fell in to my laps like the secret of forbidden lust......
Dreaming that captivate the energy of me and you....
lost inside the demons,, no one can trust.....

Suddenly my heart turned into rust!
Now I sink like yesterdays fallen star.
Singing words that sadden my soul to the floor.
Lost into the darkness, hiding in the corner of my room.
Denying the faces of reality.
Forgetting about the pleasure of my own sensuality.
A desire to reject my own dignity.
Stuck with the affliction that life has no meaning.

A sour taste to the rotten words I curse....
I fell  into the wishing well of an evil spell....
Dreams that put my heart to sleep with out thirst....
Found the angles, that released my curse....


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By; John Monteblanco
Yesterday was another day,
I dream of you under the rain.
All I know is that my love is true and everything else is fake.
Take my hand and venture into a distant land.
No more doctors or medications,
I’m the cure to your heart!
Don’t let me go because I don’t know how to live without you.
Is love obsessive? Is it cruel or am I the one who needs to change?
Do I need to find a different route to your blossoming heart?
Listen with your heart not with your ears.
Can you hear my heartbeat from here?
Look with your heart not with your eyes.
Do you see the infinite blue sea called love?

*** TODAY ***
By; the Poet Destroyer

Love is so discrete and open wide. 
Why must one make another cry?
Yes your love was true.
But, at times we must say good bye.
Like the color gold that does not fade, 
your heart I will always treasure and hold.
But, time stood still over our desert land.
Now I have to move on in hopes you'll understand.
I will always reminisce the romantic way you held my hand.
I'll miss the way you embraced your love for me. 
Things just got sad after that one little fight.
A day wont go by that I wont dream of you at night.
Hopefully my river flows back into the open waves of your sea.
But, for now I ask you to set my heart free.

~~~~It was an honor to work with our 14 year old poet John M.~~~~

(A Poet Destroyer Collaboration)

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A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

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He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
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.
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.
All results of

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Dedicated to the one I didn't write this for

And I love you
Like a dog’s first date
With a fire hydrant

No, that’s not right.

I worship you
As if you were a wine collection owned by Jesus
Minus the prerequisites


Wait, it’s you again, my yesterday.
Why are your eyes seducing my stanzas?

You linger in my mist
Equivalent to a bipolar lighthouse

Blinking rapidly for hope to notice your sadness
While your light bulb remains cracked

Go away!

Ok, back to it.

No longer do I need careless whispers.

I just want to hold your hand
Swinging life away from skeletons’ demeanor

Be my sun, as I rise
I’ll be your sun, as we set

Damn it, I smell your unwashed lyric again!

Why do your illiterate, colored eyes remain atop my mountain?!

I tossed your heart off my peak
That humidified night in June
When God’s tornado told me to stay away from your fallacy!

You’ve become a rejected stranger, stranger.

Sigh, ok, one last try.

You want me to be your diamond
On platinum band

But, I just want to be an “I miss you”, tomorrow.
I can ask no more than this. 

To be a chorus in your daily songs,
I request


You continue glazing my thoughts
Hang gliding your way through my handsome vernacular

You were an exclamation point
Turned into closure’s period

Now, my fortitude shall delete your dialect
With whimsical laughter compiled
From shattered dreams of old


An illuminated solstice
Waving goodbye 
To onyx, cotton puffs in my Ionosphere


My Angel, I’m sorry I drifted against my sea of distant memories.

Love does not frighten me.
But, it tries.

I can only be certain of today.

I will sacrifice my pride
To become a pauper in your royal presence
If it means our eyes can become a correlated breath

I implore,
Be my tomorrow
These stanzas were only ever gifted for you

Be my tomorrow
For I’ve dishonorably discharged my yesterdays

©Drake J. Eszes

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I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

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The Art of Attraction

I heard it said once
That attractive to an artist
Does not mean "pretty"
In the average sense
But more something that
Is interesting to look at
And makes you want to 
Keep looking

To him, I can look for hours
And want to keep looking

He is the color burnt umber
Like coffee and cream
And purest black ink
Not blue-black, or brown,
But the undiluted purity
Of a spilled ink-pot
Shaped by the delicate curve
Of a calligraphy brush
Into perfectly, haphazardly
Beautiful curls, erratic and

And his eyes
Those eyes
Like coffee, taken
Without cream or sugar
But turned amber by sunlight
And sweetened by laughter
Making what might have been
Intimidating, with their darkly
Charcoaled outline that 
Marks them as Arab
Instead as sweetly inviting
As the warm half-light of dusk
And so addictive

I've been looking for hours
And I want to keep looking

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My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

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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. 

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Sometimes Words Are Not Enough

sometimes when love 
          blossoms so deep
bursting like roses blooming
            pink and unfurling
it carves a place within your soul
(etched in rich red blood)

how difficult it becomes
to describe the desperation….
                      aching and pulsing

this gorge…this ocean…
this vast distant space….

yet your rough hands
 palm my hollow cheeks
gently as a flowers touch
and your mans  lips
taste the waiting berries
                   wet and wanting

the clouds you toss me too
white and pure and iridescent
      I fly sometimes higher
than these human wings 
were really ever meant to allow

 I am tossed on wind
rain filled and driving
whipping and wild 
yet so sunny and warm
soft and like feathers

wrapped up in arms
strong and invisible
yet naked and alone

it  plummets me
into eyes that mirror my psyche
into a heart that rages out
a rhythm I can hear
and a beat that I can dance too
in bare feet with daisies
tucked  inside my hair
                                   (free to be me)

in moments when only you
        can fill my body
with this drug of euphoria
raw and wrenching
but soft and clenching

how you move me
I am a giddy little girl
yet a lust starved woman
standing in the middle
of rain soaked streets
waiting for your body
to cinch with my own 
pressed and needy

my lashes are wet 
and my hair is lashed
with stormy downpours
                 and you shred me……
then rebuild and remake me

in these helpless moments 
         of being in love

small hands floundering
my heart just pounding
a thrumming tattoo
and a refrain of your name
on repeat whimpering

yes….sometimes words 
just cannot do love justice

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A Room Full of Butterflies

Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.

A room full of  mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
an oasis
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
painted Ladies
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.

Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.

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Ballet is Poetry

Ballet is poetry. . .
And both share in
The magical movement
That is defined as art.
As brushstrokes blend
Hues onto a white canvas
And forms begin to
Appear in the glory of a
Golden pas de deux dawn,
Fingers of light stream
Through parting clouds
Capturing the divinity
Of the death of night
Into days beautiful birth.
Fluid motion, chassé. . .
Balancing earth's elements
In an alluring assemblé.

© Connie Marcum Wong

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They make me wait in kinetic motion mystically zooming in zooming out, and my eyes focus on irises of a frame where a hundred gulls flap a brief moment: carefully, I seize the image till they dash off into pieces of onion flakes, almost lost in transition as my knees scratch the stones for stealing angles of hiding beaks. Following the trail, I chance on an oversized orchard of trellis and bluebells knighting the glitter of vines sprawled on canes of pine wood… with my waist curled, the singular charm of this memory grabs my eyes: flowers posing without shame, beautiful like summer ‘s shape; and I go romping in the blur of rain searching for another row of same gulls panting. Aiming for a perfect range, I fire the shutter in strobe-like effect, feeling the pumping sensation in the blood: the twitch on my hands peaks until the lens connect to this heart on days when my pupils release a thrill of wonder in a field trailing miraculously on nature’s expanse. And life’s fleeting motions are frozen into a visual romance never to be seen in same way. Yet, as flashes of instances are arranged in a collage of dreams , Kodak images portray those I loved, encountered, and never known … but tattooed on skin of memory’s seasons. Contest: SandyIvyDavis Viewing Life Through a Lens by nette onclaud

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Thought I'd experienced love, and all the different shades,
Then you came along, and we found another way.
You caught me off guard, I didn't see it coming,
                        Did you?....
Sometimes I wonder if you hoped for all this,
Or if you got caught in your own trap?
Did you really think, you'd fall in love this way?
              Or were you already?....
When we shared those special moments,
And you opened your heart to me.
Thats when you grabbed my soul,
            Held me captivated...
You own this heart of mine,
Your name's engraved inside.
I'll carry you with me forever,
  You know that don't you?...

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Truth Be Told

"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"

Precious and so innocent the heart of a young child.
The heart produces feelings of warmth and love so 
hard to explain.
As one reaches their teenage years these feelings
become more noticeable to them.
The mind says one thing and the heart says another.

We are left wondering which feeling to follow those
of the heart or those of the mind.
I chose to follow my mind and not my heart and I 
wonder to this day...
What would have been had I not been scared and 
followed my heart instead of my mind.
Truth be told maybe I am better off not knowing.

For P.D.'s "Truth Or Dare Contest"
Written by: Carol Brown
Written on: 02/28/2012
5th Place Winner

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Louisiana Bayou

Chilly late October;
early morning fog banks
the roadside, cloaks
a trickling bayou...
in the thickets of dense trees,
the wispy tufts 
top man-high
goldenrod, Queen Anne's lace,
dried-out thistle stalks...
A school bus, solitary,
yellow, slowly passes
on skinny black asphalt
where wet spots reflect
the newly risen sun.
Only rustles of high,
green cane fields and 
intermittent bird songs
interrupt pervasive quiet...
Timelessness, and solace --
calming, soothing --
a Louisiana bayou:
Bayou Sale.

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Ice Breaker

The limbs of the tree are now cold and barren
as they reach up into the sky above
searching for what was lost,
as the playful, fallen leaves are now gone,
taken away with the winds of time.

Nothing but a gray cloudiness
overtakes the skies
the warm sunlight disappears
more and more each day
as the darkness closes in.
Frigid winds come down from the North,
bringing with them a reckless abandon
with no care for the warmth
of the human heart.

Cold raindrops evolve into icy snowflakes
that fall for miles 
before they reach the earth
and are caught by the barren arms of the tree.
The world is now silent in the grace of wintertime.

A stubborn chill surrounds the human heart
trying to instill itself into every chamber
yet, it cannot end the beating drum
when there is a song of happiness
dwelling there forevermore.

Some days the sun still shines,
yet, it changes nothing
the warmth lingers somewhere else,
until the sun decides to stay
a little more each day.

Eventually, the warm-hearted will melt 
away the frost around them.
The frozen ice will begin to thaw and disappear,
soon a small crack forms, and spreads across
separating the ice
where a trickle of water is finally free to flow
out into the warmth of springtime.
And the world comes back to life,
re-awakening and reborn again.

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Love in a Beauty Fair - A 'Kawaali'

Love in a Beauty Fair

My Poem in the format of a Kawaali – in English 

Male Singer 01 	/ Group of singers

I  hear that we are in a fair,           of  Husno-Adda* and  beauty,
Still,       I am,  in search of a heart,                         full of Love,

Female Singer 01 / Group of singers:

This  is a gathering of Beauty and graceful ones,      not a crowd  of lovers,
The one who is ready, to sacrifice       everything, may possess the beauty.

Male Singer 02   / Group of singers:

Take a test of our Love my dear,           or come close to test my love, 
Still if your beauty is not satisfied,     just try the love at-least for ones,

Female Singer 02 / Group of singers:

O what you are crying as Love & Love me,        is not that simple my   dear,
There are lovers who sacrifice even their life,       still they do not  get  love,

Male Singer 03/ Group of singers:

You are narrating  a  story,      because you have not,         yet seen     love,
When your Beauty would relish love,   you would be searching love everywhere.

Female Singer 03 / Group of singers:

This is what you say my dear,      it  is only first time that we  have met here,
Let me see your splendors of love,  or it is just a way of yours,  to mold me,

Male Singer 04 / Group of singers:

After witnessing the splendors of love, you may find you cannot live without it, anymore,
Feeling the extreme agonies,  you may repent,  but then you won’t find the love

Female Singer 04 / Group of singers:

O,  if it is like that, let    me    the    see,       the      splendors of  your Love,
You say that I shall be dying on that love,  O, let me die to witness, what you say,

Male Singer 05 / Group of singers:

We are wasting these precious moments of love, talking about living or dying,
Let us live these lovely moments in love,        instead of talking to live or die.

Female Singer 05  / Group of singers:

O,  I can sacrifice  even my life,                on this molding art of yours, my love,
Perhaps beauty is  hidden in love      but             Love is nothing without beauty.

Together they sing 06 /Group of singers:

It is not a thing of dying or living,        nor   a  fight     between   beauty   and love,

It is only,    the art of  living  and       loving,        which  creates only cheerfulness.

Kanpur India   22nd Oct 2010
* Husno-Adda.  The graceful art of showing the beauty of women.

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POET - STAND - Your name is your seal

                                                    Poet, stand up! 
                                             Your name is your seal!
                                     Your works let their story reveal.
                              Though you be enamored by great poets,
                                   don’t shy away or get disheartened.
                           Rid your heart of nervous anticipation and forget
                                            about word-perfect dictation.
                     Through your internal debates and bouts of indecisiveness
                                      Find a style that’s uniquely you. 
                                        Make your stance stronger.

                                                      Poet, stand!

                                     Stand aside when it comes to gossip.
                                       Stay away from petty jealousies.
                                Too much connectivity hampers creativity.
                                                     Stay focused!
                            But by all means know when to pick up a fight.
                           Stand back, ponder, and align your ammunition.
                                        Then be ready to stand up for
              what you believe in and make a passionate defense for what is right.

                    Accept correction – it is the heart of positive retention and
                  the means to sharpen your abilities and enable your work to
                                              stand up to 
                   Smile at genuine curiosity but never tolerate ignorance.
              Or how will you stand up to bullies intent on creating havoc and those
                                    quick to impose their sense of ‘correctness’?

                          Build yourself up but desist from putting others down.
                     Identify talent and stand over a budding poet, gently giving
                   them directions but be careful to let them choose their path.
                               And when the time comes when your light dims
                    and all you can do is ruminate mentally on things already past –
                                                 Poet, stand down!

                                          Yours is a life truly well lived!

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Tension Waiting

The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.

I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass
As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day
Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse,
And just as the swordsman stands
They are statues in this moment,
Statues of derision,
Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within.

And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce
Coiled with motivation and purpose,
And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its’ edge
Ready to lash out and strike with direction
But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight
Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me
For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce.

But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper
White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch
A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink
Lines like a hunter’s bowstring, taut with intent,

As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds
I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box
But alas, there is no victim to frighten,
No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against
And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut
And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke
I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me,
I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me.

And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, 
Slicing away at the air around me
Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance
I write about…
I write about the coil within, and the lack without
And alone I wonder,
Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box
Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.

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Jungle Love

Your sweet nectar
wraps around my senses
like jungle vines
steady drums beating
Your heart near mine

Your strong hands
hold me suspended
by my waist
Just enough pain and strength
against my supple skin
For my taste

The musk of your
sculpted body and the forest
has me going wild
But yet, the tender way you
protect me, reminds me of
Being a child

A safe familiarity
with a strain of animalistic
Your invisible hold over me
leaves me arrow poisoned
Unable to function

My long dark hair wraps you
with smells of coconut and ocean Sun
your locks full of mud and enemies
together, my warrior
We make One

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Nothing Remains

My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.

The embers of my burning words
 wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing but dust
sloughed off, then piled up into dusty corners, forgotten.
Minuteness discarded, a  lover’s crumbling skeleton.

A noise barrage invades my soul’s silence,
an onslaught of thought and reason—
A wailing, pounding, desert squall that drowns me, 
shattering the dam of tranquility.

I plunge back into this abyss of loneliness.
Of course nobody’s there. 
They have all been long gone.
And here I am, with only this vast void as my company.
It whispers, it screams
and echoes into my mind, 
what they’ve all been saying all along,
that I brought this upon myself.

Maybe I did. Of course I did.
Of course I did. Maybe I did.

Back and forth, back forth it goes...

I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that my sea of loneliness
becomes a sea of ecstatic happiness...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that I am welcome.

Touch me Not! Noli me tangere.
Wake me not...

Silence has blocked your ears.

The shattering of my heart was unperceived,
so I am left alone to take extreme care of these countless shards.
I can’t afford to hurt anymore, as I have done to the others. 
With my words. With my long-winding, droning and ever-boring words.
The death-inducing kind of boring.
And only nothing cared to remain. 

I am left with no choice but to be one with this nothingness,
flow along its waves, imbibe it and become it. Nix.
Let me evaporate, let me join that cycle of seeming nothingness.
That nothing, that stark quiet before the storm.

Breathe deep into that void.
Inhale nothing. 
Hear nothing. See nothing.  Say nothing.

Then wait...

Can you feel me now?

As nothing touches you.

*** This was inspired from Catie’s “Nothing Remains”. In choosing this, in no 
way am I saying that her poem needs improvement. It is brilliant as it is. I chose this poem of hers because it moved me and spoke to me.  Thank you, Catie.


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Flinging Poems Into Wind

We seine them up
like dust
in pollen-stained hands,
briefly weight them,
balancing them in minds,
determining worth,

And like those before,
we toss them absently
into wind—
winnowing maple seeds—
whirling them from us—
as we shape lives,
change destinies.

they seem to flit
to nothingness,
like us—
pale night insects
opal moons,
infestations of night
thickly settling
on the liquid glass
of our tongues.

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I am a rock of impurity and potential
potential in pursuit of simplicity
simplicity is the ART of cleansing oneself..
one's self cleansed of all unnecessary excess
excess, the lust of materialism
materialism asaults my nature
nature whispers to the soul
soul advocates for truth
truth overcomes my destructive desires
desires submit to values
values bring purity
purity weds peace
peace mother's harmony  
harmony is body, soul, and mind in balance
balance is where one discovers simplicity..

simplicity is my magnificent obsession
obsession that refines
refines my rock into gold!

Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Contest Name: Alchemy

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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.

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For 'Ol Tom Bell --Repost

Reposted tribute to Mr. Tom Bell, as per Christy's call for all who had the pleasure of 
knowing Tom to write a poem for him. :)

How is it that someone can touch
Your very soul,
Without ever having met 
Face to face?

How is it that my heart lies shattered
Upon this desolate plane
Without ever having seen the cause
For its breaking?

How can I put into words 
What I am feeling,
When my red heart that writes,
Is now cold and blue with regret?

You called upon me to share
A past, funny remembrance you penned –
(A bad day at the eye doctor's)
And I swear to you, I tried to find it!
But your long, Tom list of heart words daunted me…
And after a few pages. I gave up.
I told you this, and you tried again to show me
But this dumb blonde just could not find it…

Until now.

I searched and searched until it was found.

It took me until you passed
To read the poem you wished to share,
And man, is it funny!

You had me laughing and crying
At the same time!

I left you a comment
That you will never read –
And my heart cries for being too late.
It is now, and forever will be
on my Favorites list.
I want you to know how much I love
(And will forever miss)
Your true Tom Tales…

Your words brought your kind soul to light;
Your voice wrapped itself around
My heart like vines,
Baring the most beautiful
Laughing blooms.

I am honored to have met your soul, 
And called you friend;
Thank you for listening to my trials and life story,
And for all of your wise advice.
You were the strongest man I have ever known -
You inspired me to shine.

So how is it that someone can touch a soul 
Without ever having met 
Face to face?

Ah, for here, 
Within words –
Within poetry, we meet
Within hearts, where our souls
For a moment,
As one
Upon a page of
Pain, love, dreams, hurts, strengths, hopes, fears, and
True Tom Tales –

Thank God for poetry,
And for those we share it with.

Suddenly, all my troubles
Don’t feel so important now.
See? You are teaching me even now,

How to LIVE!

Because you just never know, do you?

You reminded me all we have is today,
This now – and I love you for that.

Rest easy my friend,
Where there is only love
And poetry spoken by angels…

Tom, dear - I will miss you more than words can express, your were strong 
beyond words...fare thee well friend, peace has found you at last. XOXO

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A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

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an Angel from Norway

            The Soup and all the mix ~
           this has given me my own home
           A warm place I feel safe a Family 
          Many Inspired me with Love and welcome from the 1st Day 
          One comes to mind and what would I say ?

          The beautiful Poetess Anne lise ,  from Norway ~

           Anne Lise being sweet and responding from the start
           A most important part of the soup here in many hearts
           I want to say Thank-you for reading and inspiring me to write 

          I want to say you have a beautiful Soul God gifted a special way
          Showing Love , sharing art , sincere in caring for all here

            Anne lise you are truly amazing our Angel Heaven sent ~

           You show such Love to others indiscriminately 
           you read others and respond to all with beauty 
           May Love surround you Always keep you warm like a Blanket Forever ~
                    "In Honor of Our Angel Anne Lise "

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You Say....

you say you love me….

would you kiss these lonely lips
           wanton and aching
with all the passion they long for
                  and lust hungry red)

would you touch this starving body
with hands as desperate to caress
as this needy skin pines for
roaring out thunder in its fire
bursting flames of desire

tell me…would you love me
like it’s the first time
            (like the one you never forgot)
hold me in arms tough enough
to weather these lightning storms

I am told they can be quite tempestuous

is this forever…I want to know….

eternity is a long time….

is there a guarantee that it won’t end
with my brown eyes weeping
lost amid the drift of solitude 
wailing out regret for trusting
tears of raw ripping blood
that fall beneath the ocean 
         (I formed at my feet 
                          with past scars)

will I watch the sun shine fade out
on a windy shore fraught with storms
    as you ride off into the sunset
just a  ghost now of that perfect man
that once said he  “loved” my heart

now astride a black stallion
             a wild dash out of here
legs clenched to muscled sides
          as he gallops out of sight
my heart broken in disrepair

eternity is a long time....

what if I were to fall…a blind plummet
do you have the strength to catch me
do you have the patience it takes
to endure this wild red headed girl 
with sad eyes and strange laughter
                  tumbling out at odd times 

“confusing and exasperating”
contemplating universal concepts 
      at inconvenient times
when you find it least interesting

tell me can you endure

you say you love me….

will you reach through the clamor
        of a naked heaven 
         black and bruised 
      and capture my heart 
       like a strong man can
and hold it in work rough hands
        (the heat may burn your palms)

          a timid hummingbird 
       that wants to fly a free sky
  but wants to stay inside your arms
always battering the cage of its prison

so tell me

do you love me?

eternity is a long time…..

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The missing light,
What's behind.
Just believe,
That love comes again...

The skies,
Are like a hard glide,
In a shining rainbow's light...

All dreams and fantasies,
Can be reality,
'Cause fantasy,
Is based on reality...
But all histories aren't the same...

Sometimes, we dive,
In our lives...

Don't judge,
For what you see,
For what it is...,
'Cause time passes,
But, memories remain...

To your heart,
The body, does,
The mind, thinks,
And, the heart, feels...,
While, the soul, lives...

Always remember,
To remember the past,
To live the present,
And to wait and pursue the future...

Listen to your heart,
Before you are telling goodbye,
'Cause destiny,
Might lead to demise...,
But, remember that destiny can be changed...

Life is unpredictable,
But space and time,
Could be controlled...
And even if some die,
We may survive...

That life,
Might have an endless beginning...

All that remains,
Is to be reborn...

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Street People

Lingering (in foggy haze)

Silhouettes of lost souls

(basket people muttering)


(as they always do)

Culture of poverty
holding up signs
will work for food
the barefoot children
HIV and hunger
the powerless mothers...


Cult of personalities speak
(the politicians)
eager for answers we listen
to false hope.


Embers dancing in the wind
and the Spanish Moss
that hangs from magnificent 
begin to fall like funeral 
that echo meaningless sighs...

~ ~ ~

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It's a creature of vapors mist, existing within a thin veil
Of nothingness, descending from the unknown pastures
Called Nirvana.
A mystical spirit lingering in the sacred meadows of native, 
Legends and folklore, a beast of good omens, proclaiming
Peace and tribal bliss.
It's very breath brings forth life itself, in nature's 
Spiritual realm, where ever it's hoof's land, the evergreen
Thicket wild, sprouts renewals promise.
Routing it's horns, to a fine points sharpened edge,
The stag shakes the mystical forest free from the chill
Of winter's deadly embrace, and thus welcomes spring
At last.
No such a delicate of Doe appears, than she his mate,
Softest of the brown eyed kindred, gently she approaches 
His grand majesty, ever so tenderly and loving.
With sheer grace of step the two merge as one,
Uniting beneath the lunar moon of twilight.
Behold the white light of brilliance's fire, blazing
As a thunder's storm of the eternal, these are creatures
Of God's everlasting flame, burning on the hearth
Of seasonal change.
Hushed is the woodland, as if frozen in a soft pause,
Ascendence illusionary beings transcend the ages,
Flashing in the shimmering glow from the stars
Of heaven itself.
Melting phantom's of illusions, drift amongst
The night sky, leaving their earthy bondage,
Released once more to feast, in the glens of paradise,
Grazing in the meadows most high.
In the wilderness wild life is renewed,
And the goddess of spring praises them, for their


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Love Is is comparable to a waterfall.
Forever running; never a drought.

Love is true, pure, and natural:
Up-springing life, over and over:
Filled to the brim of the bank,
Everlastingly at it.

Love continuously flows
From one temple to another:
Heart to heart.

Love is...

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Shaped by the River

Silvery ripples and swirls of viridian currents
Moving through ancient gorges,
	Molding and shaping solid shades of gray granite…
Soft and round, 
Craggy and sharp,
Here and There…

Solid rock thrusting up 
Shaped by shifting currents of the river
		Rising and falling,
		Rushing and fading,
		Over time.

Who knows where 
The current will go next
Or what shape the rocks will take,
Over time.

	The river and rocks remain,
	One, solid and steady,
	The other, fluid and ever-moving.

Sitting here
	My heart longs to shed its burdens
	To let them slide like a rock into the gently swirling water
	And be carried away by the swiftly flowing current beneath the surface.

I want to know …
	Can I remain solid and steady, yet fluid,
                As the currents of change swirl 
                Around me?
I want to know …
                Can I be molded and reshaped 
                As the river of life courses
                Through me?

I want to know …
               Can I be moved in new directions by love, 
               Harmonious and true to the voice of my heart 
               Echoing in the ancient gorge of my own soul?

The only answer that comes
              Is the flow of my tears and 
              The sound of the river as it continues 
              To ripple and run around the rocks. 

             Is enough, 
             For now.

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Black Swan

The stage was a dark lake, shivering with a shimmer of cygnets.
I sensed her spinning within, my swarthy, sinuous twin,
lynx-lithe, pirouetting out of my pale skin;
sweating a sootiness, slippery with suppleness,
her rosin-floured feet feeling for the floor;
inky undulations twisted from contortions at the barre.
The prickle of pitchy plumage, black feathers needling beneath skin,
the tear of talons as she danced inside my shoes; my own dark kin.

Her darkness directed the dance, manipulated props, manoeuvred me
against a night sky backdrop splintered with crushed glass stars.
She netted me in ebon tulle, nightshade wings beating in my heart.
Combined art leapt to heady heights as music swirled around us.
Her black shadow waltzed me as I whirled white satin steps;
breath gasped faster, lungs heaving, hard as the shank of my shoe.
Flooded by a flare of footlights, meshed arms and wings flailing in air;
drowning in dark waters, her swan song dancing on my tongue.

by Charlotte Puddifoot
for Nette Onclaud's 'Let's Dance' contest

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Do the immortals cry, what happens to divinities
Tears, crystal shards of frozen miracles, cascading
From the heavens above, swallowed whole by 
Mother earth.
In the abyss of darkness, within caverns dark and deep,
Lies a hidden chamber, of wondrous creations.
Glittering stone shingles, that hang from cave ceilings,
Crystal chandeliers of opulence's brilliance, shining on high.
Diamond cylinders, made from the weeping heart, of a divine
Spirit himself, a stone garden of sorrows tears.
Exposed to reflected light's illumination, oh so do they
Shimmer and sparkle, rainbow prisms of color, frozen
Molecules held prisoner in status freeze.
Nay water is life itself, a living element of nature,
Creations clarity, a universe within a universe.
Oh in such magnificent beauty, lies this sacred
Vision, of this the almighty’s most secret garden.
Seeping mists of moisture rise, enveloping the
Flickering rays of lamp light, adding an eerie
Obedience to this textured display, in this
Almost blackened realm, hidden beneath the
Earth in fathoms deepest depth, the artistic hand
Of God can be truly felt.
Ricocheting light randomly strikes against variations points of
Color, setting aglow from the blue hews, to purples
Fuchsia, a palettes splashed array, bursting forth
This underground aurora borealis.
In granite's cathedral of stone, split by the elemental,
Giving birth to fusion, exposing natures raw force of power.
A blending between spiritualism, and science takes place,
To create this grandest of masterpieces, that I call the stone garden.


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Your pain

Your pain Why do I feel your pain still When I left of my own free will My mind is heavy with the burdens you build Yet my heart is still tender And vulnerable to your every will When you’re hurting and making bad choices Your voice still touches my every emotion How is it that I still feel your pain Even when I have nothing left to gain Yes, I love you still But be with you, I never, ever will. You had my heart from the very start And slowly our love began to part Two became one, until one was none Off in separate ways for more than 365 days So how is it that to this day Your pain still finds its way Into my life and in my heart where it stays Lay

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Random Thoughts*15* Palindrome Poetry

*Palindrome Poetry*


represents scales.
balanced and fair.
Sway little, intellect overbearing, charming.
Opinions strong, mediator, excellent.
Bonds deep, spiritually forging connections.
Compatible, Scorpio and Gemini strong.
Artistic and creative. 
Creative and artistic,
strong. Gemini and Scorpio compatible.
Connections forging spiritually deep bonds.
Excellent mediator, strong opinions.
Charming,overbearing intellect, little sway.
Fair and balanced.
Scales represent

***Palindrome, by definition is a word, phrase, verse, sentence or even
     poem that reads the same forward or backward.***Example***
           "Artistic and creative inspiring Creative and artistic"

Jared Pickett

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love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there was a throne
that sparkled with streets of gold
crumbled into disrepair
a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold
love was an idol truely a god to behold
a million promises to ones self
over and over told
dilusions of grandure 
and hopes that lured the way
a blindness created 
that explained iniquities away
an unselfish giving as love would endure
a life style of living 
with a dream soundly secured
writen in stone this thing so pure 
proteceted by my love so sure
until that day... until that day
yet i have never stoped loving you
with all my power
i cannot pause my affection 
for one single hour
mine is to suffer endlessly
and to never forget your name
from this day forward 
I'll always feel the same
i'll always take you back 
no matter what you do
it's a given fact
that i'll always love you
no matter what you are to me
you'll always have my heart
no matter what you do to me 
you'll always own a part
so with this wounded heart
i still give my life to you
with a foolish heart
i swear my love to you

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Pulsing in the perimeter of tedium,
art strobes its velvet urgency
as though life can be spooled and 
love’s roles simply dimmed

Art is cruel, proud, greedy
and it probes without permission
into the beat-hearts of foundling fools,
apprentices all, even the masters

See the wisp of wonders, 
a grinding glint of possibility 
that blinds the everyday
and whisks monotony’s edge,
that seductive frenzy

Hear its keening for attention 
relentless in its want to become 
a wail that consumes

Feel its long sigh
hit soft, rutted targets as inspiration 
is once more denied priority 

Envy those who do not bide
its passions and pleas for fruition,

Envy those who only view

the sun setting 
in the setting sun

Pity the other-wise, 
each unfaithful and lost,
each more less than more
for they are ever at war 

with themselves

all waifs, fissional phantoms 
shifting between parallel delights:

the gift of a cherished one
and that one cherished gift

Aug 6, 2013

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Lizzie Siddal's Last Pose

John Millais, today I pose, frozen, just for you -
a blank canvas, your lonely soul-saddened muse.
Love me with the iridescence of your inspiration.

I can be whoever you want me to be -
Beata Beatrix to Dante Rossetti.
But to you I am Ophelia, and we are alone.

Allurement to your compulsion to create and paint;
ever patient, never late, though this ice-shimmery water
slices my nicety, has me tingling hypothermic-faint.

I breathe fragrant big-bloomed flowers; hydrangea panicles
glitter in my lungs like starburst pinnacles.
Water-mirror reflects back crystalline light,

this fern-feathered pool. The flame-copper fronds of my hair
unfurl in your fantasy; my beauty bends like a lily
to softly kiss your canvas, your brush caresses my curves.

I hope your fame remembers my reality,
and how my vision camera-caught your creativity.
On the glacial, arctic wastes of my wasted mind, blanked by laudanum,

whitened by nauseous opium, colour-clouds burst,
water lilies open starry pink hands in a pool of jewels.
This cold clutch is finally unclenching.

My stillborn child, that crib-cooled one,
light-cradled, thaws the bone-biting chill,
reclaims me from this dream-drenched prismatic pool.

*Lizzie Siddal was a model for the Pre-Raphaelite artists

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Your Latin Radere - The Etching

Beautiful, burnished, brilliant
Yet, my ink friendly inclinations produce a chemical discrepancy
And now, you come – Artist
Scratching, on my polished mental plate
Do not blacken me with your fumigating candle
Do not soak me in your acidic bath
Yet, here you are, sketching to leave your design
Ever so lightly, you etch, carefully, penetrating 
Acid soaks into your carefully drawn lines 
The depth of your influence is varied 
Teasing a relief by removing your blackened wax 
Only to soak me in your iniquitous ink
Here, I must bring it an end. I must stop you - Artist
I must cleanse my mental plate
Chasten long and purposed for that original surface
Until a polished steel-plated revelation
Yes, there, beautiful, burnished, brilliant…perfect, if not for
Your Latin radere
The etchings of your needle
The stain of your ink in my serrations
My effort seems wasted
The vestiges of your ink tainting all that I touch
Now, everything has your art
Like wetted paper onto my mental plate

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Within The Clouds

it stormed again in her heart last night
     wild slashing rain
driving hard against the walls
     battering the beat
     and riding the heat
shattering wailing zephyrs
this tempest bemoans her

it stormed again in her heart last night
      hard pulsing thunder
and raw rhythms that quake
and she alone to feel the pain
stark and dark Kentucky rain
tearing past her guard
to lay blasted and bleeding

it stormed again in her heart last night
where daffodils should bloom
where the sun light is cast aside
and tulips weaken and fold
     cherries lose their hold
lightening has shadowed eyes
willow boughs must always weep

it stormed again in her heart last night
as she alone watched the sun die
fragile hands, and hollow cheeks
    torn and worn, the shattered
in the red and blue that mattered
in a dark lake beneath the crying moon
     that is where the tears go

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Factory Heart

    a divine blacksmith didn't forge a winged heart of gold,
to soothe the burn of others.
The artist didn't mold my body into a scratching post chant,
where others can shed their dying dream ghosts
    my heart was conceived from the sable fingertips of Dali,
 a flint heart with a sheen of midnight black matches
straddling devil's dunes, in an upside down desert...
    my heart wields a wicked chain, has selfish yellow teeth
it billows like an old factory,
discharging microscopic monsters,
easter island heads
the bones of carbon and oxygen
a pure oasis of death...
if you climb these ragged dunes
ride the melting clock
come take a nibble
turn from a flower into a flamed out rock.

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Etched Lines

Everyday she looks at herself in the mirror
but doesn't really see
             ...until today

Never realized until now
just how much depth
        superficial lines can behold...

She  t
                along the scar on her left cheek
and remembers
just how much it hurt that day...
...the wound has healed,
though the heart is taking
a longer time to catch up

She   t...r...a...c...e...s
the lines on her palm,
mulling over what fate has dealt her,
heart and mind interconnected
by the invisible lines of reason and feeling
fate lines to heart lines to life lines

worry lines, age lines and laugh lines
each tell a story
each a silent witness to her life
of sadness, of growing up, of happiness
...of loving and living

Crossing that finish line
is inevitable
She's getting there... 
ever so slowly, and she savors each step
completely content with the etched lines
that she gathers along the way...

**Sept 21, 2010 
written for Paula's Line contest :)

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My heart speaks

It speak what it feels
Because of what I see
Because of what I hear
Because of what I taste
Because of what I smell
Because of what I touch

Whatever it feels
Rushes into my veins
Flows in my blood
All the way to my fingers
And through my fingers 
It diffuses into the pen,
In to the ink

Through the pen’s point
The ink oozes
Into a piece of paper
Sitting before me
And I scribble
What my heart speaks

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My Midnight Grace

As I lay me 
down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to take
if I shall die
before I wake
please watch me God
all through the night
and wake me and my loved
at morning light
please help me 
become successful
with the endeavors I seek
please send me a soul mate
in which I can keep
everlasting love
passionate heat
please grant me the serenity
to know right from wrong
and be able to lead
by example
strive to overcome
any downfall
please keep my spirit strong
through the issues
that toil in my soul
I aspire for diamonds in life lord
and all around me 
I see coal
I aspire to turn things around
for I feel my wishes have fallen
upon deaf ground
my heart has no voice
they struggle to hear my sound
I pray to be taken
away from my daily
battles, that humble
although compared to others
in the world
its not much trouble
to me, I feel
my spirit is caged
and yearns to be free
King of all Kings
in your image, you 
made me
you already know
each single step
my individual thought
you divinely bound me
in mothers womb
my existence you sought
bless me with the
chance to be
the person in which
you hoped for me
to soar like an eagle
dipping my talons of success
in life's sea
grant me an optimistic attitude
for that is the key
Amen to Thee

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mama mia

long before i met April
i was a poet true
i had a heart of love 
but no one to give it to
so i put my words on paper
posted them to the net
and got someones attention
that i will never forget
her name is Carolyn Devonshire
and she's quite the poet too
she had so much that i admired
a true friend through and through
some mornings i'm up early
before the sun can shine
i picture Sara Kindrick
with her caffine and my rhymes
my secret girlfriend Linda
i might see any time
she must be writing poetry
because she writes all the time
then there's Phillis Babcock
she's my biggest fan
she read my each and every poem
ever since i can't remember when
and who is Anne Lise Andresen
she's quite detremined we see
she comments on so many poems
it's my guess she speed reads
i love Catie Lindsey
we met so long ago
her pretty  eye's and smile
matches her poetry flow
pray for Linda Marie
the sweetheart of us all
i asked for her to pray for me
all i had to do was call
how long have i known Andrea
she's been so sweet to me
she always comes by
to see what she can read
i have a lot of fans 
that i have deeply touched
Gwendolen Rix is one of those
who tells me this so much
the plight of Joy Wellington
has us all up in arms
her and David Smallings
only lasted yae long
Yasmin Khan is special
she once called me over the hill
folks won't know how special
until i hit her with the bill
one day i found a writer
who reminded me of me
her words possesed true meaning
her names Elizabeth Wesley
not long after April died 
while tears still wet i cried
then came Charolotte Puddifoot
and with her i was surely took
Vie Bombardieri sponsored a contest
and i must admit i did my very best
my brain worked over time on what i submited
but as far as the contest it was hardly complimented 
Lisa Cooper the Dark Poetess
Has a talent not many posses
With words and fantasies she weaves
Bards that are sure to please
Charma sweet Charma
You still cross my mind
But with the new baby
You probably don't have time
And about the two Carols
That keep comming around
Carol Eastman and Carol Brown
They say Carol Eastman lives in my town
Natalie Rhymer, is she still on?
She's so riske I thought she'd be gone
I read her one day and she touched my heart
Her poem called "My Affiction" tore me apart
Now if there are two guys
That i'd like to mintion
Sometimes I think their one in the same
But Carolyn says they're different
I give them respect
Because they are the best
On the soup besides me
Sydney Beck or John Heck slay me

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The Wasteland -Part 1-

How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity? How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind? I have never been able to solve the mystery— Of myself. . . I wish at times that my life was no more That I could live as another and finally see things right But I am always stuck in this darkness And I cannot see this mind in light There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland Searching for any remaining life And if they are ever found— They are doomed and consumed Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze It is silent here—there are no answers I wish there were answers. . . But maybe there was never a reason No answers. . . Talons extend and clench around my heart They will never seek me out—they left me here It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer I feel the pulse of my dangling life Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth No balm in Gilead! No eyes to see All I know will never be free I don’t need anyone! You are a disgrace—scum of the waste! You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing You are a joke. . . So swallow it all up like the pushover you are Stand your lowest and trudge right through No questions. No answers. Just . You. Or just lie back down into the mush of disease It has already infected you to the core Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence! I hate you Who are you to be glorified? Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright Saturated in what you call light I see right through—even as the reflections shatter All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter… But alive you are the worst there is False savior—edited attention whore I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Desperation. . .desperation. . . I sob and cry kneeling in defeat For once I am right. . .I am right

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crystal rain

Purple hues of twilight  fall
As crystal raindrops drip from the window sill
A golden oldie is playing down the hall
that fills the heart with a sentimental  thrill

Then comes the blackness of the night
With ghastly  ghouls and  ghostly sights
But in the white light of the dawn
All the dark fears are gone
Red roses  glisten  with the morning dew
Pink hibiscus welcomes bumble bees  too

Morning gives way to a red hot noon
When marmalade butterflies flutter and swoon
As gray clouds in the distance loom
 Heavy rains give shades of green a liquid boon
Rain concludes giving rise to the sun's amber glow
Illuminating a plethora of colors that paint  the rainbow
Evening  brings  forth majestic  orange sunsets
The golden yellow moon will rise yet

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It’s about time you came around.
I have waited long with my pants dropped down.
Did you say, “CHICKEN!" Mmm, I love chicken.
My favorite comes in white meat.
My fingers I'm still licking.
I read your slam it had no defeat.
My little Poet Destroyer friend, you called me.
I am not the one with the Kidster name.

You play this gambling game so well.
Like a convict, you will be the first to bail.
Giving you pleasure, making your slam sound so innocent.
You make the Kidster name band from hell.
Hitting you with a slam, that makes your tear drop like hail.
Stick to nice poetry, your slamming just got stale.
In the middle of your so call slam. 
I felt you tried so hard you broke a nail.

In the meantime, this is what I expect.
The freedom so you can speak nice to me.
Like Kid Rock, the real red neck.
You also cannot slam what you cannot see.
Do not destroy what can't be destroyed.
I am always one-step, on top of this deck.
Kidster you’re hot just got watered down to mild.
You have a short hand when it comes to a slam style.
Flip me over and yell, "This Jokers Wild!"
Kidster I lightly slam the cards you dealt me.

This Destroyer is going to slam you back.
Like a trip with tricks and treats.
A slam so hard you will not be able to stand on your feet
Come back when you are ready to get up off your knees
For you I'm rolling up my sleeves, I will not stop until you retreat.
What about my mama?
I thought we were on the same team.
You slam just like my grandma.
Wait! I take that back, she always slams my grandpa mean.
Hey Kidster do me a favor, put your head on a DONKEY.
Show every one there is two sides to you.

By the way, Kidster just with your name I can have fun.
I do hope they let you read this in day care.
I hope you were not expecting a nursery rhyme.
You know better we grownups do not play fair.
Hey, Kidster after this you may need to change your diaper!

              This has all been fun and games.
              Billy the Kidster if you are up for tag 2.
              I will come back as JESSE JAMES.
              Making you a fool..
By; PD

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I have dropped my pains on pages of poems,
the ink in my pen treasures my groans,the 
quill is my sword, with edges sharp enough
to sculpt the perfect picture, the quill is the
only thing you got when those devils try to 
get ya, the only warmth when those men or
women forget ya, I bet ya a million bucks 
and yes it sucks, but poetry is more than
just writing, its healing, remedy of feeling, 
dealing with the worst of you,  quenched the
thirst of you, a doctor or a nurse to you, 
sometimes you  get delusions and think it
gave birth to you, as it pours on its immensity
of worth on you, that's what enchanting words
will do.

One day I gave poe to a dying tree 
now it has grown it looks fine to me, boy oh 
boy the tree said to me, if it wasn't for your 
poe in tree  another day I wouldn't have seen,
but now I have STRONG roots running below
city's a million  feet strong and a billion feet 
long and I can stand to bear the blues jay on 
my branches, with songs all day long, I wrote his 
song it went like this poe in tree poe in tree gave
ETERNAL bliss to thee, oh by the way, I am
the tree saved by poe in tree poetry poetry

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The way home

From where I am I now begin
So over my head, so over my self
How can the future be my home
When I’m not here now?
I need to make a detour and return to my home.
The reality I have now,
My heart pounding, am still breathing.
But if I just have now, will I go overboard?
Will I indulge and loose it all?
There has to be a place that makes them whole
All in one and one in all.
Where is that place that I call home?
Where is it?
Where is it?
Is it here?
Is it there?
Is it now?
Or was it then?
Will I get to it
And give my mind some rest?

Me Me Me
Don’t block the way 
I need to find my home today
I see it now from far away.

But the past has gone to rest
And the future has not come yet 
So what is left is all present
Where the heart finds what it needs 
Not looking beyond what it does
In its rhythm it says:
The present boundless
The past hopeless
The future does not exist
But all come together in one place
A place that makes them whole
This is it, the present
This is home.

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Euphoric Kiss

Yore of moments pass
From within the eve 
Of mazarine 
Heavens celestial body

Pulse of heatwave passions
As spell are cast
Of star gaze
She, upon the auspicious me

Sultry eyes, twinkle yet
Flicker, dance ablaze
Thus, traverse I must, to kismet
Walk the red fiery molten flames 

Searing coals forthwith transfix
Become sweet rose nectar lips
"The possession" her magical ruby charms
Burning deeper, is the intoxicating sip

Crafting to rise, crashes walls, hearts aflood
Waters washing ocean's staves
All that is runneth over
Burgundy bloods liquid glaze

Monsoons from out of lives
Two souls set love drenching free
Quicker to intertwine
Endowing testaments, hence to be

Thus, through fibers core wildfires reign
Eruptions into ritual
What ancient fates once withheld
As such escapes pheonix touch, euphoric kiss

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Lonely Weather

Thought that I knew you so well
my heart thought that she
knew you even better
like a change of season
you’ve moved on
twilight comes and lovers go
each brings a change of heartbeats
and it looks like I’m in for
lonely weather

If I thought you would stay
perhaps I would promise to love you more
but it was not me who turned 
and it is you walking away with my heartbeat	
so now you’ve decided to move on
not a real word not even a truthful reason given
I guess reality is coming through
now that your invisible I can finally see
the true colors of you

Fifteen seconds counted out
one second at a time may be all 
that I can handle for a long long time
I went to my knees for you…only you
and you still walked away
could you not feel could you not hear
that I’m now silent and been broken
but these tears are not about you
it is about my lost trust in me

Knowing now that every heartbeat
takes me one breath farther from you
I will pull through for I’m a survivor
time may never erase the empty shadow
left in my heart because of you
I want you to know
       ….   I need you to know
that I don’t do well
in lonely weather


Dedicated to CD on her rainy day!

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Fluoroscope Eyes

Shimmer glowing
     twinkling water
             softly flowing
                   New moon casting shadows
                         Penumbras shifting
                              Lakeside silence
                                     Silver dances
                                                 Liquid shine of peace

   Why do I sit agitated?
     Eyes drawn inward
           Naked soul 
         stripped down
 Barren like the winter trees
     A skeleton of myself
 Solitude surrounding me
    Like a heavy snow
     a January Shroud

A billion stars are upward
    whispering your name
       Chanting with their twinkles
           of my eternal longing
               Their brilliance mocking
                  Reminding me of distance
                       and my infernal sorrow

The moon casts an eerie glow
Across the rocky cliffs
taunting me with loneliness
The place beside me empty

I close my eyes
          Lashes slightly damp
                      My hair falls forward
                               I take a deep breath in
                  and I conjure you

      I see you there 
      in ghostly form
You wrap me in your arms
     Suddenly the stars 
       cease taunting
the moon glows a sweet hue
    and i feel warm seep in
    you smile softly at me
     you seem so very real

My aching heart is full
Your sexy smile stirs me
   I feel such peace
you whisper words
   that cause a laugh....

Is this happiness?

If I open my eyes 
you will disappear
      like a puff of smoke
Like the phantom you are
So I keep them 
            squeezed shut
tightly, heart pounding
        and I smile

A Mona Lisa smile
          all the mystery 
              of woman and love
                   and the infinite universe
             resting on my face

How long can I sit here
         I wonder.....
before my eyes must open?

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Because I Loved You

overwhelming passion
so convincing was your game
frail heart spun like a yo-yo
until at last the toy, like you, didn’t return

broken I lay
     huddled in sheets of despair
          empty bed, my new home

anguish seemed to last an eternity
sadness made way for anger
anger led to acceptance
acceptance to complacency

hidden I remain
     heart within an impenetrable fortress
          only night, not a knight, seeks passage

darkness everywhere
memories expelled
because I loved you
I shall never love again

*by Carolyn Devonshire for Dana’lynn’s “Secondhand Emotion” contest

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Lies Of Perfection

in the night, he reaches, my body responds, aching to be near 
yet the mind screams, pulls back inside its deep recesses
familiar pain rears, sits nonchalantly, laughing, taunting me 
is it I who am loved or am I just involved in the act of love 
the end justifying the means, a single moment, a brief interlude 
conveniently remembered and enacted, how can one truly tell? 

I opened my heart and yet I know, I'm not what he was looking for
the knowledge leaves me cold and saddened, ice forming around my core 
rejection, inferiority, second best, all words that accurately describe 
yet leave no telltale signs of the great pain that they have inflicted 
reality and yet my hands roam freely his body as I welcome him inside 
to lie buried deep within my being, my heart beating furiously

the sheer joy of being loved blocking out the fear, feeding on hope 
even if his emotions are not real, every fibre of my being yearns 
to one day capture all his love, to see it expressed in his eyes 
to silently carve my essence indelibly upon his heart,
to feel it in his smiles warmth, as his eyes adore each curve  
the knowledge that says you are mine and I will love you always 

everyone wants perfection, those that know that they are not 
nor ever will be the one, suffer from the lies of perfection 
so here I lie, accepting the very little that is being offered 
praying to someday find more, existing in that in between world 
between shadow and light, where nothing is clear, everything is shaded
needing to be perfection to someone, as I breathe deeply with eyes drifting into 
my dreams, helplessly staring across the bed of my future

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Pure Of Heart

Wise Grandfather Shaman, 
I am pure of Heart,
I bathe beneath the Moon, 
and dry beneath the Sun,
I listen to the Wind,
I run with the Deer,
I hunt with the Wolves,
I fish with the Eagles and Hawks,
I ride with the Wild Paints,
And roam with the Buffalo,
I grow with Grandmother Tree,
Ever learning from her Wisdom, 
I am skilled in Warrior Ways,
A strong Hunter, 
A compassionate Listener,
A patient Tracker,
I have gathered with the other women,
Contributing to our tribes growth and strength,
I leave no tracks of moccasins in the soft clay,
My heart is pure,
And I wish to continue my journy,
Wise Grandfather Shaman,
Allow me to enter your lodge,
I will smoke from the sacred pipe,
My heart is pure.

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Michele with one L and her voice

Tells me in soprano that she no longer loves

The L that always pains my heart

And with care I watch the note fade

Alone again watching my P's and Q's

It's the L that I long for as the water falls

Still hear your song as I lie at night

The heart beats strong but without your L

The word has no meaning

Stil isn't a word without your L

My heart is stil without you

For my friend Michele who spells her name with one L after I spelled it with two L's

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I Feel Sad Today

I feel sad to day

I feel sad in heart to day, to see what is happening all around me 
The season of spring is singing the tune of autumn
The Koyals* and nightingales have left without singing,
This beautiful garden and the trees,
Before the spring would have bloom them to sing,
In full throated ease and beauty
They have left the nest and the tree and even the Garden
To see all this 
I am very sad to day, sad, very sad in heart 

Adieu my friends, you are the birds, who could have sung,
Many more songs and would have given many more dreams,
To those who are still in the garden, in the hope of a Koyal’s melody

But these are the dreams for awaken eyes
And not for those who are sleeping
As day dreams can be put to shape, but the dreams of sleeping eyes
Very rarely get a shape and are often get lost in sleep alone
I feel very sad,  
To realize and to see things as they getting all around me


Kanpur India 31 01 2010
*Koyal .  A melody singing bird of India (like the Nightingale of John Keats)
Koyal mainly sings in the season of spring.

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You speak as if you've read all the pages.
All knowing; bestow yourself this grace.
Beneath that serenity lies an abandoned cage.
Don't try to hide what's scrawled across your face.
I've forsworn myself, now I'll tell the truth.
The only reason for love in this world is you.

Do you want to see my eyes shaded from the sun?
Take this love and concern from deep inside me.
Tear down these walls, show this damaged heart is done.
Prove it's not "you and I" and no longer "we."

A tomb is set in earth, shuddering beneath you.
A souvenir of your self-inflicted ascension.
Housing the victims you so lovingly slew,
Demons overtaken; yearning for redemption.

Please don't tell me it's wrong to keep holding on.
Don't say those feelings were never worth the fight.
Even when the pain is numbed and gone,
I'll still need and bleed to feel your sunlight.

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Time Means Nothing When You Love

you can love 
in a just a single moment 
so deeply 
that the loss 
is felt for a lifetime 

it doesn't take time 
to form love's bond 
sometimes it is immediate 
a connection of heart and soul 
that defies logic or explanation

these thoughts crowd the mind 
as flowers she lays 
among her memories 
silently filling 
petals with tears 

for blue eyes now closed 
forever gleam brilliantly 
smiles given so eagerly
with tiny lips of kisses 
still hold her heart captive 

so she lays a white rose 
for every day 
that her little girl
blessed her with her presence 
and one red bleeding rose 
to represent the pain of her loss 

for even in the agony, 
the joy far outweighed the pain

time means nothing when you love 

the gift is to love at all...

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The Hollywood hills still echoes with his 
Rebellious yell, we are the forever young
An iconic American symbol, to this the lost
Age of innocence.
Nay did this rebel die without a cause,
I think not, in my humble opinion, he
Died for his desire for speeds acceleration,
In death's ironic twist of fate, James Dean's
Name became immortalized as an epic tragedy,
Of youthful hearts seeking to be wild and free,
Without any consequences.
A teen idol who went out in a blaze of glory, 
Revving His engine hell bound for destiny's,
Rock-n-roll Hall of Fame.
A nation wept in despair mourning for the
Loss of one so young and full of life.
Sorrows children cried in disbelief laying roses,
At his final resting place.
The jukeboxes remained silent with respects,
Reverence, and bikers gave him a rebel send off.
A generation whom believed they were bullet proof,
Realized how human life could be extinguished, 
Within the flash point of on coming head lights.
James Dean's ashes were swept away swallowed,
Whole by time itself.
Now he's nothing but a tarnished star in histories,
Memorabilia case on display for all to see,
And remember, this the first easy rider. 
JFK dream vision illusion of Camelot has faded to gray,
And Elvis now sings in a more heavenly chorus,
In the great beyond.
But before these man took the center stage, another
Walked the thin line of immortality's rebel fighting,
For a cause.
One lone figure rides into the night across freedoms,
Highway, and his name was James Dean.


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In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.

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Let this go

Let this go... 

I keep telling myself the same old things. 
I want to feed my feelings red bull so they can finally fly away 
and leave me be. 
Cause red bull is suppose to give you wings. Right?  

Let this go...

Leave me sane for once.
I've spent too much time drying
wet eyes from tears that shouldn't be falling.

Let this go... 
I wish I could defy my heart.
Go a different direction than the one it wants to go.
Choose someone it doesn't want to know. 

Let this go... 
Leave temptation behind. 
Occupy my mind and heart with something good. 
Let situations be like they should. How they would have been.
Don't you want to escape the misery that your living in? 

Let this go... 
Be happy. 
Be free. 
Jump out the screen.
Be 3D like the movies. 
Leave old habits at the door. 
Leave hurt feelings on the floor. 

Let this go... 
It's what I tell my mind everyday. 
If only my heart would listen. 
It won't let it go.... 

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Romeo and Juliet (Our Story)Pt 2

Years and years have been lost to time, thousands of days,
 nights, and morrows seen and despised out of immense ache,
The Juliet of my early youth is no more, transformed into a
stranger, yet my love dies not! Though I plead and beg for
her to recall and rekindle the love affair of many moments ago,
She bears news of her plans of wedded bliss to another, news that
I curse my eyes for seeing, ears for hearing, and heart for knowing
is true! With desolate heart and soul, corrupted mind, and disregard
of future as that of a mad man, I fall to my knees and scream,
"God and heaven alike, I defy and deny you both! For no
father of mine would rip asunder my motivation for humanity!
Nor does any paradise remain alive without her presence!"

Be it his decree that I hurt for eternity both alive and deceased
then be it my decree that his life and love never was!
Thus I have become what I am, with no rue nor shame,
For I am not the tender Romeo that once lived and breathed,
No more do I dwell in her heart or mind, and no more do I wish
any essence of a Romeo dwell inside my soul, for my Juliet
is buried and lost in abundances of new days. No day, nor night,
nor morrow is good for me, Sans trust, Sans faith, Sans morality,
Sans love do I wish to have or hold, Dead but still breathing I am,

Condemned to memories and dreams of  elated yesteryears, 
denying my own will, but loyal to that promise which cannot
be broken by even the cold lifelessness of heartache, I shriek,
and yawp, and yell, and raise my voice beyond the sting of pain, as
I wake each night, bleeding the same sound from my lips,
"Juliet!, Juliet!!, Juliet!!!" Repeated until my eyes are dry and
my voice is drained to the most silent of whispers, I force out,
over tears, over ache, over agony, over all, in one last breath,

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Sometimes the memories won’t fade 
         All the places we have seen
         All the prices we have paid 
The memories of the happy as well as the sad 
            The people we’ve lost
           The friends that we had 
Some memories just seem like a ghost 
I always lost everyone that I loved the most 
The wind would just carry them away 
             Along with my tears 
            And my ability to pray
    I wonder how far is heaven from here?
              How many more heartaches 
                 How many more tears 
              I wonder how far it is away
Because I have so many things that I wish to say 
To all the people that I loved and I lost 
             I’m not even tripping 
             My heart paid the cost 
The reaper rode the river in a bikers disguise 
I’ll never forget the fear in my mother’s eyes 
    As he drug her under and then let her go 
Through my four year old veins hate started to grow 
My eyes were blind my ears were deaf 
After that I forgot  
           There was anything left  
Karma is like poker for it is bound to luck 
When I was just a boy 
God through me under the truck 
Of all the things in life we feel 
   We are all bound to God’s will 
Passion is a doorway between love and hate 
    God is the dealer in the game of fate 
              Our place is not to question why 
                       For if we do our faith will die 
            The deeper we hate the deeper we love 
            I was gifted wisdom by the Lord above 
                    Every gift comes at a price 
A world of experience behind my advice 
     Every smile holds a lifetime of pain 
Nothing that happens should happen in vein 
                         It is our choice that which we do 
 Know in your heart these words are true 
The harder we fall the further we climb 
             No ones life is totally sublime 
Illusion after illusion will be offered to you 
                 But only the living word is true 
The living word that beats in your heart 
Will keep you safe as the world falls apart 
Through the pain of a boy watching his mother die 
It’s never to late to kiss the sky
A man of faith who could never give up 
Please come break my bread and share in my cup 
By the time our journey is through 
                      I’ll share all I am with you 
          Hopefully somewhere in my words you’ll see 
              ---Untwisted is truly the way to be---

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The Story of Joshua Bell

They don't speak
those walls
only absorb
scraps of life
the stench of urine
lucky pennies
desperate art
and a ringing clamber of voices
that move with every rush of air
down winding subway tunnels
here life collides 
in status
and in thunders
those walls
bear witness 
to many miseries
and many wonders 
on this day
the subway walls
mesmerised by a sight
never seen before
the death of beauty
as it passed thousands
and ignored
skirts, pants, collars, cologne
fingers, slender, darting in a blur
minds, tempers, hellos and goodbyes
music, echoing, not a soul does it stir
man to the intricate beauty of pattern
eyes of passerbys to the empty roundabouts of life
strings snapping with the stress of exertion
ambition, love, expectation and strife
they were all mixed together
in a bowl of concrete walls
they whirled
six of Bach's greatest works
a handcrafted violin
from 1713
played by one of the greatest
in the world
he played incognito
only six people stopped
20 gave him money
and then continued 
to walk
a three year old boy
was drawn 
to the sound
his mother let him 
his eyes wide
and astound
but watches soon tick
and they tick too loud
and they drive 
the crowd forward
as if stopping
is not allowed
Joshua Bell
let his bow fall limp
as the last of his music
was swallowed 
by the whitenoise
of life
and screeching 
metro trains
the only sound 
of applaud
soon stolen
by a new rush of air 
the subway walls
people would find peace
in the thick of life
if only
they would

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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

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we are stars

people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!

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The Kiss

Creases woven in fabric like May petals
Sunk into heavy mud.
As a child, I’ve always been afraid
Of standing near a cliffs edge.
Wrapped in arms, folded; placed neatly.
Matches in a match box.
Igniting a flame, when pursed lips
Smooth the center of my cheek.
Desperately seeking colors
Falling through the holes of my fingers.
As a child I imagined a kiss being
But this- The Kiss -
Blankets me in igneous.
Like falling into lava deems delicate.
Forever graven on my palms
As I melt softly
Into the weak pulsations of your throat
Spiraling down beyond the cliffs teeth
Biting as I curl my toes into soft sand
Like warm rice pudding on my tongue.
Radiating glory through my veins,
Injected with love from a painful needle
Because as a child I was taught
The best of things
Hurt the most.

(Based off of the painting The Kiss by Gustav Klimt)

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I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It told me a story of sanctity.
It told me a story of aged maturity.
It was beautiful.

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It held out its pure hand.
Reached for a strand of my weary hair.
Swiftly stroked it back and put it in its rightful place.
It was soothing.

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It took my hand and gently clasped it.
Pulled me up to stand on my feet;
And gently whispered…” this is how you start…”
It was strengthening.

I saw a reflection of an angel
It was rather vague yet so real.
It scooped my hands up in the air.
Slightly forced my head to tilt upward;
And with another whisper said..."This is how you surrender
To a much greater purpose”.
It was heartbreaking.

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It gently wiped away a tear.
Washed it away with warm waters.
Gently swiped my face with a towel of hope.
It was awakening. 

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It titled my head towards the mirror.
And gently whispered “this is a story of sanctity…
This is a strand of a life ahead full of exaltation;
A few feet away from healing that inspires;
This is a story of great surrender to pain
And welcoming of inner peace
This is a story of a gentle tear that will forever
Form a river of immersed hope;
It was divine fulfillment.

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Once a place that sold cultivated pigment, the shop has become a catacomb,
Windows entombed by cardboard boxes, deprived of the merest hint of life and
I wonder if the gallery owner had intended a display of irony or focused rage. 

Gone, the watercolour weeping chartreuse, its soft backdrop of midnight blue,
And the oil on wood with knife strokes applied so thickly, it almost moved, 
Charcoal sketches of thunderstorms hitting the shores of Port Elgin, greys loud. 

Dark now the halls that had sheltered dreamscapes, art of all disciplines and sizes,
Squeezing themselves into corners and elbowing each other for my attention.
I ache for that one perfect dove that called to me from an azure sky, the one who 

knew my name, but I did not have the funds to take him home to my little cage.
He deserved a rectory or a view that would at least provide a kind of sanctuary.
Oh, how his wings had beat against pulse points and one of his feathers tickled

out a memory of a robin that had flown towards a cloudless sky, but instead had 
collided with a picture window; the contact point marred by a red, sickle shaped 
smear, and my grandmother had carefully wrapped the corpse in yesterday’s news.

I had trudged out to the garbage can, unseen, found the poor thing in its shroud, 
Snuck out to the garden and buried it amongst tall phlox and florid snap dragons,
I’d succumbed to tears, wrenched by a world where beauty is fragile and disposable.

Today people walk along the street, wearing blinders, holding devices that fail to
signal that something living and real slowly starved to death, atrophied, and I watch
a happy child point to a puddle, but her mother fails to see the large coin it holds.

I recall a portrait that had enraptured like a sun shower, reminiscent of light and rain, 
A girl traipsing waves, almost overtaken, her footsteps disappearing under foam…
And I silently apologize to those artists unmet, the ones who continue to meet panes. 

*Please click on the About my Poem link to see a picture of what inspired this poem... It has been closed for a while, but today, I walked past it and remembered the lovely art that I had once appreciated, yet was never able to afford. 

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Just hours each with sixty minutes
Each minute just sixty seconds
Time is ticking
Yet it feels like forever
So close but so far away
Wishing time to fast forward
Until the moment
You see me - I see you
This is when time will stop
Not a single second will tick
Nor a single minute move
Or the hour hand sway
Our moment
Will stand outside of time
A space that's just yours and mine
Not measured or timed
Free from the clock

It's in this moment
That memories are made
They have no timeline
Memories last forever
Like the moment I met you
And the moments you smiled
When I heard your voice
Joyful tremors travelled me inside
The moments of laughter
The glimpses of your eyes
Even every question - every thought
Are moments - treasures- for a lifetime

With every heartbeat, every breath
Every part of my body mind and soul
Waiting in anticpation
For the hours to go by
Minutes to pass
Seconds to tick, tick, tick
Then our moment begins

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Artist Manifesto

And who is artist?

I was told before, dollar for painting

(a hundred for creation)

I don't believe that anymore

(never really did)

We are the architects, playing to the open field of the underworld to realities

(an artist with an 'e')

thick conglomerates of sticky color for fingertips

assimilations of rarities in a crown of words

(and I wear it every day)

I walk with a liquid transcription in my mind, and a step before another

planned to exist.

It's the attraction to memory-movement-making

Paste against palette, mouth against ambiance

a sensuality, that goes beyond knowing

and enters the realm of divine.

We are what we are- and what we are is

liquid- little tapers of movement,

beautiful movement.

Even the naked, aspiring snakes of Adam and Eve

begins here. 

And who is artist?

I promise you this

They'll never pay you to enough to know. 

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T. C. Cannon Self Portrait

A man with a creative dream
On an arid afternoon
Admiring God's creation
Relaxing in the sunlight
With his cowboy hat
Giving him a little shade
Watching the cumulus clouds
Shading the desert wasteland
Captured all by the artistic eyes
Of a man named T. C. Cannon Inspired by Abe's Native American Ekphrasis

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Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .

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I Want to Disappear.

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there. 
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here. 
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.

Is there any hope? 
Is there any time?
My life is coming to an end and I will wash away in fear.

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there.
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here.
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.

My heart is screaming out.
Is there anyone to hear me?
Is there anyone to help me?

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there.
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here.
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.
                             like there was never someone here.
                                                             Someone here.

I want to vanish like there was never someone here.

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I am love, 
more than lost. 
I am more artist, than living person.
I will not give you the look in my eye,
Nor the eye of the storm. 
Or any other mechanical thought 
That beams from the corners of my 

It is the world, 
Changing like the weather
Weaving storms into words 
And my voice into clarity.
It pools just like this:
Furious and deep, 
behind the rumination of my eyes. 

I am half fish in this world, 
more lost in the sea, 
than whole in your arms. 
Your sideways glance
Into the well, 
Reminds me of distances I swim
to be heard. 

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The green checkered face

I take firm grasp of the handle
My goal reflected in the steel of the knife,
I put the knife to its green face
Its' checkered skin;

I flex my bicep, grimace with thirst
I remember the day’s troubles, 
The day’s triumphs, And I cut
The blade breaks the rough surface
Shatters the smooth oval,
And sinks deep into the soft redness beneath
Juice flows over my hands, and I forget my thoughts,
I reach in and take firm grasp of its heart
I wrench it out with red dripping fingers
Slobbering it into my mouth
The sweetness of the watermelon sends my heart racing with joy
And I reminisce that I had forgotten the plate.

P.S, for those who may not know, the sweetest part of the watermelon is the heart (hence 
reaching for the heart)

© Samir Georges

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Loyal and blind, I believed in you.
A mother, even though not of birth.
Trusting your love and caring true.
I grieve as dead, feeling no worth.

Mourning with heavy heart and soul.
The clues of truth run through my mind.
Little things, telling things, won't let go.
Denial and disbelief, in thoughts do bind.

To know but not to believe, overlook.
I am to blame for this blind heart ache.
The signs ignored, years it took.
You can't hide now, you were a fake.

SEPT. 11, 2010

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If one scene upon a screen can chill my spine
This rarity of genius soars my mind
He crawls into the skin of Andrew Beckett
Gaunt, pale, a shell, by thread he clings
A man betrayed my those who have no honor
In a world that slithers cold and mongers hate

Yet inside his private place is grace unfolding
As his own mortality breathes deathly close
While living each moment tethered to a pole
He opens wide the music of his soul
How can he make the deaf one hear?
With such beauty, the essence...he hopes to share
Open his heart to what is perfect and pure?

The magnificence!! Oh how it speaks of tragedy's past
Such brilliance!  Her voice....that captures the fire!
" she cries out in anguish and pain!
Hear how the strings bring forth the feeling of rain
And that cello so sacred...Oh! hear the spirit of sorrow!"

"Does your heart become swollen, as the music unfolds?
Close your eyes, did you hear it??  Ahh...yes...I see in your eyes
Oh!  How life is divine.... you are witness to mine...
Oh the lyrics..."La Mamma Morta"....oh, the rapture unwinds...."

Tom Hanks performance in "PHILADELPHIA"
(My favorite scene of all time...with Denzel Washington
as they listen to Maria Calas sing "La mamma morta".  Check it out on You Tube...
(you tube site:  Philadelphia..La Mamma Morta)

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Snow sprinkles the ground
as delicate as sugar
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
white like the pages I battle with
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
And when it lands,
A blanket of perfection
glistening the season to a crisp
gently the sun arises
"there's no where to go today,
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."

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Your Core

I can only kiss your mind,
your lips speak words
unheard and
incredible yet
your mind beautiful like a summer breeze
envelops me so
I kiss it
lightly and innocently.
minus lust and trust.

I hug your heart,
it reminds me of paradise,
bright rays of sunshine and
where muisc is uncensored and
Its melody engulfs me and
allows me to ride the wind.
It is fresh and cool and
original and you so
I embrace it.

Your eyes embedded in my soul,
I took a snapshot of them
with my camera phone.
They sparkle and speak
and allow me to see
who you are naked and vulnerable,
without a facade,
completely free.
I allow mine to dance with yours,
no audience,
lips sealed.

I love the parts of you 
that only I can see.
I touch them frequently,
helps me cope with reality.

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The Artist

Do you remember our first kiss? It`s captured eternally, on the canvas of my heart. The oil of our pinnacle painted by Times' lasting brush. Relived everyday, I refuse to let the moment dry. Depicted, is day idly laying back as night mischievously races forward. The enchanting hour, sunset, vivid colours. Picturesque. In the moment itself: the rhythm of life slows magic sways in the air thud..thud..thud moans the impatient guardian of my chest. The itch of my desire anticipating the soothing massage. The agonizing wait, your infuriating deliberation. Remember? The stars appeared. Murmured. And were ignored. Tongues tangoed. Oblivious to time. Uncharted territory finally discovered. Finally claimed. Can you picture it? Our living masterpiece.

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Darkness Eternaly Forced Away By Love
By:Jessica Trotte AKA RECK

He slips away silently, to escape mothers screams
and crawls so softly, into bed, into dreams
his thoughts became so dark, full of misery and dread
and dreams repeated over and over, where he became dead
left to one escape, escape to the dark
open eyes, nightmares of screams scarring the heart 
across the shadows, his eyes opened wide
he saw vanishing, the last glimpse of light
tears welled up, but never did spill
he swore he was stronger than those
his father would hit him, make him need to take pills
if he ever saw on his face, a tiny tear
He would never show him, not while he was here

Silent and steady, blades ran across skin
crimson rivers leaving bloody trails on her then
tears poured freely, in the privacy of her bed,
she called out silently for help from God
mother was screaming, father didn't care
she was ready, to pitifully pull the trigger
she crawled into shadows, her eyes squeezing tight
prayers sent to God, that she would be alright
across the shadows, her eyes opened wide
as she saw appearing the growing white light
her tears dried up, in the glowing warmth, ready for a fight
though she felt loved, not the hurt from before

She called out quietly, "hElLo, iS SoMeoNE TheRe?"
Her voice like satin ribbons in her hair

His eyes opened again, whispers in his ear, 
and called out so quietly, "HeLlO, iS sOmEOnE thErE?"

Through the light, a vision of he
She would find him, through her dreams
Through the dark, he saw a rose
arms curled around herself, cold

her hand pressed quietly against the glass
in her heart she felt a warm blast
through his ribs he felt a new beat
warmth creeping in like sugar water ready to seep

Closing her eyes, she let out a sigh
and whispered "DeAr lOrD, iM AfRAiD iM rEaDY tO DiE"
Hearing her words, though he didnt know how
he left his bed, and to her reached out

Closing around her, a warm pair of arms
Starteled, she thought he was God
Then opened her eyes, and saw it was he
A boy needing comfort, sent to she

He looked at her softly, a rose in her hair
"BaBY, iLL lOvE yOu, DoNt bE ScArEd"
She looked at him lovingly, unable to not stare
"bAbY, GoD SeNt YoU hErE"

through the dark, they held on tight
praying to God, they swore they'd survive
He had her, his little rose
She had him, warm arms to hold
God looked down, and smiled with no sin
and promised, theyd still love each other in heaven

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Spirit From the Past

As I sit upon the cloud, my sister SPIRIT, we shall call  ----  “ ALWAYS “
Visits : bringing Her inner Soul with Virtue of  the Heart  ----  FOREVER
 I believe I know YOU from “ Yesterday “  Please help me --- REMEMBER
As She spoke : the Lyric of Her voice : brings memories   -----           I
Envision YOU “  my little Sister ’ Long ago Lost in LOVE; in  ---   LOVE
Through the mirrors of YOUR EYES : Brother, Sister : Me and  --  YOU
Loving Parents , from a Time in History :  where my Heart is of   ---  MY
Searching Soul, “ alive comes the past “ :  growing up with MY   ----  SISTER
Together we speak of “Forever LOVE” with an opened Heartfelt  ----  SPIRIT
As we meet AGAIN in Time KNOW ALWAYS that I LOVE YOU  ---   L Y N E T T E 

     Dedicated To My Kindred SPIRIT Lynette Chachere  “ Spirits Together “

Author’s Note : The origin of  “ End Line Word “ Form Is a Dedication Where the
Vertical Line is the “Dedication” and the Body  “ IS the Why “ Thank-YOU to all 
Who have Supported Dane and I in Our Endeavor To create a New Form of POETRY
Dealing with Honor to Each Contemporary YOUR Participation Is Astounding ALWAYS YOURS…

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Sway - For the Adult Mind

You must learn self control
Because if your heart Continues
To beat obnoxiously
when you imagine
My pink lips softly parting and calling your name
Or when you close your eyes
And dream of the way my hips sway
Thinking of the curves between my shoulders and my thighs
And that when you twine your fingers in my hair 
My body will quiver and my voice will sigh
If your heart becomes erratic
When you dream of the smoothness of my skin 
And the dimples that exist on my hips and my back
The supple curve that your fingers wish to grasp 
Thinking of the nectar that like a drug you crave 
And of the way your hands would lay
and the way I might taste
If your heart pounds wildly 
When you dream of a kiss 
Or the way our bodies might fit
Laying on the silkiness of sheets 
Breathing my name like you've never tasted oxygen 
when you imagine the heat 
I might bring to your skin 
And the way you could change 
What I feel within 
Like I've never before felt sensation 
if you heart wont behave 
Then you might go crazy 
Wanting me like you never knew 
the meaning of want before
Convincing yourself your in love
Dreaming of a lust so outrageous 
That meer thoughts can make 
Your heart pound away
Imagining the way my hips sway

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Submerged Cathedral

Sickle moon gray above the waves
The quiet directionless wind 
On the earth, and in the sky above 
A veil is drawn, cutting into dark spots 
Slowly round and round,  
Murals are etched into the sand  
The statue waits with eyes unblinking 
Silent wonder, solitary armless stone 
Twisted, counter-pose, forever fixed, 
Wonder, what does she see under water? 
Rusty bows and sterns, shipwrecks, 
Silvery fish fluttering in and out of hulls, a 
graveyard outside hallowed ground 

Archway, the great doors dark and closed
Murky, wet light pours in vaulted windows
Through water-worn edges of stained glass 
Seaweed tendrils curl around an altar 
Once, quiet processions marched up the aisle 
They are now only filtered ghosts, 
Murmuring, wavy impressions of what was 
Forever, the tide calls upon the great steeple 
And the lonely under-toe, 
Pulls a mote in the sand around her, 
To protect the bastion in the sea, 
Dark, lovely, lost forever to those above 

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in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay

*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*

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A golden place

Do forgive me for my broken English
but my English had been broken
by diversity and a golden token

That will lead me to a better place
no dirty streets, no immorality-
no blazing haze

This is a sunshine town 
where we all wear crowns 
and there is no need to move in pounds(drugs)

The city's night will shine and glow
without prostitution's flow; 
cash and blow(cocaine)

Addiction will be love
to be loved
and everything above 

Forget about the old Babylon
trashy people and cigarette butts
painful memories like a punch to your guts  

I wouldn't mind if you call me a mutt  
I guess is alright!!
since criteria sucks the blood of our body like a mosquito's bite  
That's why 
i await the new city that is fly(fine)
like a griffin in the sky

This place is ice cold hot
blue burning hot
like a ice cold pot 

Where is this spot?
probably in the universe or not!!
in the center, like Hindu forehead's dot

It is a golden place
golden streets, no golden paint
real gold - dye rusty but  reborn as golden saint.

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All The Toys Are Broken

Teddy bears on the bed, 
a little red fire engine on the floor.
Even though the batteries are missing,
a childs heart should see the lights flashing 
and hear the sirens roar.

The hand made rocket ships never take off to Mars.
The model airplanes that hang from the ceiling
never have a background full of stars.

The imagination should have been filled with dreams 
and allowed to run wild.
Some things never happen 
when the heart is stolen from a child.

A childs heart must not be allowed 
to grow all on its own.
The evils left behind will show their faces, 
even when the child has grown.

The heart of a child should be smothered with hugs,
and many loving words spoken.
If a child's heart never comes to life,
the toys will always seem broken.

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The Girl In The Window

The Girl In  The Window

How could anyone ever forget?
Such beautiful paintings
Each hung carefully
Lit with just the right light
People walk by day after day
They look but they are not looking
They see such a memorable picture
A city at its glory
Berlin in the beginning of the Third Reich
A thousand red flags with black broken crosses
People wearing colorful clothes
Each with a smile on their faces
A paradise on planet Earth
They look but they are not looking
They do not see right in front of them
Hiding in a window is a young girl
A girl of no more than nine years old
Such pain and torture can be seen as she reaches for help
There is a tiny six pointed yellow star on her chest
Even sixty five years later no one sees her
No one sees the secret the artist put in his world
Could people be so blind to someone in need?
Did that little girl live?
Was she tortured and killed alone in a prison camp
Her story was never told
But she did more that even the toughest soldier
Her innocent face
The tears flowing down her cheeks
She cried for help for six million people
It was all there to see
If only anyone had taken the time to look

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Defender of the Wastes

What makes a speech out of words,
I have just washed the tombs of lords.
Oh, what’s my knot?
What’s my knot?

You can judge the theme not.
Words, trickle of the destructed thoughts
Shaped in a dim light.
No matter what you say, I am right.

Denouement, is that what you’re looking for
Or the numb world of an alienated whore?!
Are you still seizing the time?
Or I am just trying to impose the rhyme?
Is music the tool for beauty?
Or you want to distort the confusion for purity?
Have you read the book “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”?
Oh…that’s really a great one!
But it’s just the business of the dumb!

Oh Masters of the waste land
Are you still counting the seasons?

Circulation, is that the word
You are searching to play?

Or a good reason for pastorals
To make a pile of hay?

Listen to the land and say:
“When the sunshines and things are done
I find myself alone and my mistress is gone!”
It might be the nauseous feeling of an outcast,
Or the graveyard style in mourning the time past,

I have no aim, are we determined?
Or pessimistically trying to blow it through the wind?

From deform and artificial essence
I am not that much interested hence,
Why being entrapped in metamorphosis?!
Whoever dares to have zeal for catharsis?!

Oh my wing, my wing
My straw-like string 
I am writing to you and sing
The notes of nonsense fling

In the world of the posts
When all the ways are done utmost
All the forms, all those repetitious gross,
Everything seems notorious

Still do I obey the stupid legends of the olds
In defending and dressing the stupid codes…
Who is the postal outsider?
The one within the theme when it comes
Or the mere watcher outside?!

Theme is crumpled.
Oh…someone has just blown his nose in it.

Oh purity: Shall I compare thee to a green stuff
Or the unreadable inky words?

Conscious or unconscious
No matter where the stream goes
The concept is coming!
Oh wing, why don’t you say ever a word?

Oh…I have forgotten,
You have been disillusioned!

I want to ask:
Can’t you come when you are disillusioned?
Wing: “Yes, why not…!”

It seems I am rejecting myself
Who am I defending so!?

Rhyme is fading
May be it has just experienced the climax,
So it comes through the tempo again
Don’t worry…

They say the word never dies
Wing, you are an invisible character
How the hell you take part
Without even one word from your mouth?

Oh I have forgotten you are
Rejecting some rules.
That should be postsomethingsim.
To what extent shall I sing
These false lines?

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The Universal Man

I shall live and die By my own accord Only my God may judge me To him I've proved my worth I am still here fighting It matters not what for On my ship of righteousness Headed for waters unexplored The clear night sky will darken And the clouds seem ominous I take heed to the sure signs From them I won't digress They are in the way of my dreams And hopes that fill my sails Like the wind from my heaven Keeps my skin tough as nails Evil comes to tempt me I am not immune Sometimes I play the hero Other times I'm just a fool Either way the choice is mine I make it with my free will For that's the gift he gave me And for what I fight for still The government is coming To bring a chaos they call order The line has been drawn Between two sides there is a border I feel myself being torn To choose a fate in stone Let this be a lesson Why I wander on my own Minds can be controlled I see it every day The weak wills fall like dominos That lie littering my way An obstacle before me I iron will it to the end And when the devil comes to dance with me I have already started to transcend into everything around I am the universal man my true form I shall disguise I am hiding it from this great Satan they say will come for my demise I know he will find me maybe he already has in a long gone nightmare that my soul he stole at last if I remember correctly I can't say I recall ever escaping his grip or did it ever touch me at all?

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This Poem Stinks So Badly it Doesn't Deserve a Name

This poem stinks.

It doesn't rhyme 
It doesn't do anything 
It has a little alliteration


it will have some

because that's the easiest poetic element to incorporate 
and if it didn't have any poetic elements 
it would not be a poem 
but would be prose with 
carriage returns...

(are carriage returns extinct?)

and that would be dishonest. 

This is not a lying poem. 
That would be oxymoronic. 
It's a stinky poem.

And when I finish writing it 
I'm gonna print it out 
and tear it up 
into little bitty 
teensy weensy pieces 
(if I have enough patience to get that small) 
and flush it down the commode 
so it can join all the other 
excrementally effluential essences

(note the alliteration)

of all the other stuff that stinks 
almost as badly as 
this poem.

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Endless love

A heart as pure as the translucent water 
 Free flowing like the cascading waterfall 
      A heart as bottomless as the ocean.

 Open like the heavens that sparkle at night
   As endless as the ever expanding universe
       With no beginning or no end.
 A voice that flows on the open winds
      Calling my name on each gusty flow
         Eyes that drown in  crystalline pools.
 Blue as the sparkling waters hue
    A voice as soft as white fluffy clouds 
       That flow effortlessly and endlessly. 
 Words only spoken with love
     Woven into the stitches of time
        An endless love to be all mine.

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Sometimes I Wonder: Verse 1

Sometimes I wonder,

 About your faith,

  About your honesty,

   About your fictions,

     Sometimes I wonder,

   About your beauty,

  About your deception,

 About you in general,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About my life,

  About our life together,

   About how it began,

     Sometimes I wonder,

   About our life,

  About our truths,

 About our lies,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the stars,

  About the earth,

   About the sun,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the skin,

  About the blood,

 About the scars,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the rain,

  About the wind,

   About the thunder,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the lightning,

  About the clouds,

 About the storm,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the attraction,

  About the enticement,

   About the addictions,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the razor,

  About the misery,

 About the pain,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the grass,

  About the trees,

   About the ocean,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the rivers,

  About the ice-bergs,

 About the water,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the taunting,

  About the symbolicism,

   About the intimidation,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the tears,

  About the hurt,

 About the hate,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the emotion,

  About the empathy,

   About the pride,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the passion,

  About the humor,

 About the apathy,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the fashion,

  About the design,

   About the vision,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the independence,

  About the creativity,

 About the impression,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the ideal,

  About the standard,

   About the hypnotism,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the challenges,

  About the experience,

 About the success,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the drugs,

  About the enstrangement,
   About the pressure,
    Sometimes I wonder,
   About the alienation,
  About the mentality,

 About the corruption,

Sometimes I wonder...

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Space is a void
avoid means something
not to be trusted,
like a vacuum of nothingness
without empathy
without a soul.

Space a place not filled
like my broken heart chilled,
no one lingers in there
because there is no one to care,
when of love there is no trace
can be found in a heart or space!

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The Artist's Tower

The Artist’s Tower

In a tower a lonely poet sits
Memories of his past life elude his thoughts
The stifled scent of burnt paraffin clouds his thoughts
There is the light from candles which lit thousands of works
Flickering against paintings stored by unknown artists
The beauty of an eighteenth century meadow
The stark reality of people starving in a depression
All tell a story through an unspoken language
Reams of paper piled against the wall
Stories and poems long forgotten by those who created them
Did anyone ever read even one of them?
The poet sits, thinks and fantasizes in his own prison
Isolation to help him find the right words
The candle fades and grey smoke fills the air
As the light of the North Star filters through a dirty glass window
The poet writes the last word to his newest piece
It too ends up on the piles of discarded work
Because the piece is finished the poet rests
The candle waits for the next artist
There is always another artist who will hide in the tower
There always will be another story, poem or painting
All hidden, unseen in the tower

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The Instructor

                                                       The Instructor

                                              Oil painting is my passion
                                            Perfect setting, I do possess
                                             She’s instructing the class
                                                        I’m inspired 
                                               Brushes flow effortlessly
                                                “The instructor”  I, dub

                                            Everyone is enthusiastic when
                                            The county fair comes around 
                                              Delicious food is consumed
                                           Buying wares that are for sale
                                            Admiring all the sorts of arts 
                                             Animal exhibits and Rodeo
                                     Music concert always packed and loud 
                                         Parents attempt to keep track of
                                     Children that run from place to place 
                                        To get in line for the carnival rides 

                                            But the art contest is the one
                                             I am excitedly searching for
                                           So many entries are on display
                                               I look anxiously for mine
                                                    So many I exam
                                           Worthy of 1st place blue ribbon
                                      I'm really starting to get discouraged
                                                  Ashamed I’m feeling
                                                   As I keep searching
                                                 Just around the corner
                                               There on the bottom row
                                                     “The instructor”
                                             I see my painting on display
                                      A first place blue ribbon on its frame
                                               To my silent excitement
                                           My body calms with elated joy
                                            A smile I can’t seem to erase
                       I stand there and admire the big blue ribbon on the frame
By Eve Roper 1/8/2015

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When I Think of You

When I think of you.. I get the warm feel of friendship, 
born not in a place, but from time and space.
Friendship has a price -- 

Our first encounter, a caustic remark as I perceived, 
caused my ire to rise and my feathers to ruffle. 
What did this broad know anyway!

When I think of you… I see Don Quixote and I wish there was a role for me.  Dulcinea is taken and I refuse to be Sancho Panza.

In quick response, being as strong-willed, as this iron-fisted lass, 
correspondence exchanged, and in my slow southern country style,
I found, behind that northern accent, a wealth of information,
and a heart of gold.

From the first, I saw the masculine strength of your spine,
aged, idealistic, chivalrous and yet naïve.
Your indomitable will, your use of pen as sword, your 'walk the walk' Christian talk drawled.
I found a poet with style and class, whose love for poetry 
only exceeded her willingness to expand the art and help others to grow. 

A man of many skills and kindness, I watched you spend night after night, cajoling poetry demons, leaving your Dulcinea in her bed alone to tilt at blowhards, as if they were windmills. 

In an exchange of thoughts and ideas, I gained respect for the person. I saw how beneficial her advice could be, and how she reveled in sharing what had taken her a lifetime to achieve. I had found a friend.

My lifetime had been full of peasants with false faith and, he showed me his way.. an honorable way like unto my own, always trusting till proven wrong, always open-handed and open hearted, a knight in search of the Holy Grail.

Differences, we have many, and we discuss them openly. 
Opposites on almost every level, but oh, what an experience to learn.

So, charming a man who sees opposites but still value, causing a smile of knowing, not of opposites, but of vast similarities of heart and soul, cloaked in language, so rich, and expansive, the loop of left to right, the forming of the sign of infinity has expanded beyond his view, but not mine. I know. Dulcinea and Don Quixote hand and hand reach for the spirit daughter. 

I've never met the face, but I have found her words to ring true, 
her character to be upright and just, and I see a moral and disciplined soul.  Through our mutual understanding and respect for the view of the other, we each have grown in our poetic journey, and the paths of our daily lives. 

a place is set
and candles light the way--

Henderson & Guzzi

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A Disturbance

This beating heart keeps haunting me in the dark,
When the sun walks steps to the surface, painting a glowing fade
I try to forget, no I do not need to pursue the missing element
For the element may have a substitute, mirroring characteristics of it, as well
But why does this aching not depart?
What pumps through these chambers is a sickness, tearing me apart
And in the night, when breathing doesn’t exist in presence,
Silent and still, except for the beating of this heart
This heart is isolated, and it screams woe with every thump
Surpass the disgust of it and hunt prey till successful
But the bait fails to attract my desire, and I am once again defeated
And the nibble, which also teases my wretched heart, leaves me beaten
The element persists in mystery, and I sense how unattainable it is
If only I could seek means of expressing how strongly I covet you
Your everything, but in importance, your scarlet ardor
Oh, how I would decease the beating of my disturbing heart for the life of your striking love,
But then, where would I go?
I feel as if my movement would perish without you, my love
So I wait, hands on the clock now ticking louder than my horrid heart
My heart battles time, impatient of the day I can obtain my element
But perfect element, I shall wait for you.

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Test of Faith 1 with Retort /Conor Jordon/ *D. Guzzi

He's running out of Colour.
                   *eternity eternal mind over matter 
        *He forms combative images of daffodils and lilac hedges

The Grey Seeps From his Eyes.
           * His heart holds abundance, life close, close as a shield

Nature is Turning Black.
          * All of the mind intent melds a joyfull palette into  an encompassing black 

        - Can't You Smell Their bitter Entrails? 
                   * Retching he adds fodder to ripen the ground for rebirth.

He Could. He felt them weave
            *Balance sought to assert dominance over discord with the Fathers hand.

In and out of His Senses,
               *Mesmerizing optiforms presenting themselves

Alienating his Perceptions.
                                        * He strains to hold human concepts dear. 

        - Count the Bodies, Count the Women 
          and The New-Borns if You Want? 
                                                   * From Death, Life, from Life, Death 
	*the endless circle sustains his weakening heart.

It's Just Math. No longer
	*The count down, or up? continues…….

Did Time Stress Relevance.

The Sky was Red: and Empty.
	*Empty, yet, the promise of nature abhorrence of a vacuum ..screams.

         - If You Wait, They'll Come Back for You 
	*And you, son of God, child of the Mother will deal……-

He Walked Through Various Flesh
	*Seeing the shell for what it was …casing of soul…..

Obscenities, Traveling for Miles.
	*Caricatures of Man, insults only to ego long gone. 

But The Smell, The Smell Had Followed Him.

         - Where's Your God Now? 
*………………Now and forever, his soul answers, eternal in the heart of man
*……………………beating with the pulse of the Universe……..
*…………………………Ashes to ashes…..dust to God……….-

*I felt it necessary for my soul to reply, please forgive me Conor? A month of wicked was 
too much without a reply.

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Moody Black's People

surrounded by incredibly 
spectacular individuals
bonded by word 
yet  heard to the third....
within the stillness
this hour 
harmonically invested
spiritual benevolence 
fuels their army of relevance
the rarest  people you'll meet
standing up for freedom
feet to the street 
sharing their fearless soul
with body and mind aligned
in control

*(dedicated to Moody Black's Upstate S.C. Poetry team, and Dr. Richard Moss)

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Grieving Goodbye

One step I go back, and
I see you holding my hands...
With a smile, walking down the lanes.
Yesterday I acquainted me in you
When your hands grabbed mine in your fears
With such reliance, allaying down the pains.
And Today when I stood still
I saw myself lost in despair
When my hands sorely waved you goodbye.

Another step I go back, and
I see you resting on my shoulder
With an ease, breathing  out all your whimseys.
Yesterday I held myself in you
When you hugged me in your tenderness
With such peace, grieving away all the hearsays.
And Today when I fastened myself
I felt I betrayed your trust
When my arms direly opened to free your life.

Further I stepped to go back, and
I see you lying up on me abreast
With an intimacy, desiring all your fondness.
Yesterday I mellowed my soul in yours'
When you lusted me in your reverences
With such warmth, melting down all the iciness.
And Today when I lie down
I realized I burnt my essence
When my deity hollered out to coffined my soul.

Yet I wanted to go back, and
I see my shadow fading out slowly under the daylight
With such isolation, deafing all those mirthful moments.
Yesterday I was in a state of solitude
Till I acquainted with your heart and soul
With such reliance, peace and warmth, gratifying all forbearance.
And Today I am back, where I was
I raged as it was hard to believe
When my heart panicked to say you GOOD-BYE.

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My love for you

My love for you is timeless
It will last my remaining days
Then follow wherever death takes me 
On the eve of my ending day

It grew from innocent shyness
Cryptic smiles and sweet hellos
A love that was once relentless
Loosing sleep as desire did grow

My love for you is eternal
As unforgettable nights were made
There was darkness deep within me
Then light began to reign

Butterflies soon descended 
Into the depths where stillness slept
Igniting a passion so fierce
Aphrodite herself had set

My love for you is undying
Lasted through storms of bitter rage
Days of unhappiness surrendered 
To love you another day

My love for you is unyielding 
It's simple 
But it's true 
As life decided for me 
It would only ever be you

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Poetry is Poetry is Poetry

A lot of people seem to love fabrication
I won’t judge
That’s just not me
A true poet is to each his own
It’s still poetry
Mine is MY life and MY story
Yours might be full of hopes and dreams that I can’t see 
But if imagination is key
It’s still poetry
I won’t dye or perm my hair
That only masks your essences’ bare reality
Living this way 
Writing that way
To each his own
It’s still poetry
Poetry is poetry is poetry
An artistic expression of ones feelings and ideas
Creative . . .
Not your everyday average
Therefore, it can be make believe 
It can be real
Either or, it should appeal to the audience 
To seal a crowd of many zealous listeners or readers
I write for me though
If one can REALate, that is a bonus!

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Inherent Temperament

Don't be so tortured, passion.

Don't be so metal rimmed in servitude
to all that's over the top and brimming with enigma's breath
Don't be the pump of blood adrenaline
on all the days one might have called
the moon out on her day of death.

Don't be so riddled, passion.

Don't be so all elusively inclined
to all that want a taste of you with grasping hands
Don't be the hide to seek tonight
in all this dark when even stars
grow quaint in the ignite of their demands.

Don't be so waning, passion.

Don't whisk the room in tenderness
past all the sense of first encounter's countenance
Don't rinse the obligated sigh
in love's delight and broken breath
when all we want is permanence.

Don't be so quiet, passion.

Don't leave us here with metal lips
to kiss desire in last good bye's and marriage vows
Don't rinse your hands of us tonight
as we live on adrenaline 
and bated tongues immerse you even now...

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For What Its Worth

My heart is yours
For what its worth
It beautiful and cruel 
and it misleads many with lovers eyes 
to follow what they believe are stars in the night
Like fairys dancing in the dark
It will lure you in with shining lights
And goad you into a taste
Of wine posined with a bit of lust
Fully believing that you are in love 
It will take you by the hand
And drag you to the rocky cliffs
Convince you you'll want to take a swim 
Breathing in the salty taste 
You wont realize that as time passes
Your only wasting away 
It will tell you sweet lies
They mean nothing of the truth
Though it may perhaps care
Its only infatuated with you 
It will tell you that you have wings
And push you to fly to the heavens
But when you spread your arms to soar
You'll realize that is was just a fake image
It will hold you gently
Like an andaconda in a dream
Feasting like a carnivor 
Silencing your scream 
You'll find that you are trapped
With no way to be released
Until it wakes from its dream 
- Until it wakes from its dream
If you want it you can have it
Though it will only be on lend
My heart is yours 
For whats its worth 
Remember I warned you my friend

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Bump bump bump goes my heart 
I wanna pop into your arms like I'm fresh from the toaster 
but in reality I watch as you 
live your life with others I'm like a poster
hanging on your walls always there
but plastered up I can't reach you
Life isn't fair but If I could do anything I'd wish
that we could leave the fantasy world
behind because my feelings are far 
from pretend. 

My friends they should become preachers
because their always trying to preach 
they tell me to show you my heart 
and to through away the stupid key.

I'm afraid that if I say what I really
want you will remove me from your walls
for good. But isn't that what love is about 
risking it all to be where we should? 

I would do anything to find a cure 
but the brain is from venus 
and the heart is from mars  
when they try to communicate 
the signal often gets lost or 
batteries forget to be charged. 
But for now I'll just toss and turn
in my bed because it's the only way 
I know. 

I have no idea where I will go, 
But I know that if you let love be it can travel
through light, rain or snow. 
without you I feel like my personal economy
is low but we must go, we must go, we must go. 
We must face the unknown.

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Awakened to Dream

I stand alone in a black and white city As the smog blends with the picture I imagine colorful, plentiful sustenance And look upon filth… And when the speeding cars honked those relentless horns I awoke, in a flourishing dream My eyes opened It was bright and dazzling There was joyous birdsong Yet there, on the rooftops Who crafted these birds? Do you laugh at the bard Who wakes up hopeful in dreams? Out of my dreams, I live of misery for life’s sake Of a lost, unattainable love Of eager waiting and longing Of sadness and waste And when the speeding cars honked those relentless horns My mind and heart awoke Now I stand here with him And ponder on our once blissful love I widen my eyes to stay in the dream And my heart beats tenderly When will the birds flutter into my city on earth? When shall I kiss your lips again?

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the beat of my heart

this heart kneads easily
molds to the touch of a lover
this heart needs easy
has a hard time with it's over

i have a heart that bleeds quietly 
my heart has a hard time saying goodbye
cries its drops of blood internally
i know. i'm the one who wipes them dry

my heart sets time easily to another's
a heart too delicate for this world of hammers
it's a candy apple heart it cracks when dropped
my heart is warm and it's here for you to adopt

it latches on to the pain of loving hearts
the ones with complicated moving parts

you can know my heart through my eyes
you can also just touch it on my lips
hear it beating on your walk byes
you can see it when my flesh rips

i guess i should warn you
my heart is wanting too
to be honest it's lonely
so here let me hand you the key

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The longest conversation

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

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My Love I'm not Cheating

My love...let me explain this situation,
I had no intentions of cheating on you.
I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.
You saw me with her and it meant nothing,
I just held her for a moment in my hand.

Your skin glows like the moons reflection on water, 
She looked anorexic sick...and pale green before vomiting.
Your scent’s like liquid caramel whenever you move.
She smelt like salty...sweat on a hot day.

My yearning heart throbs to your sloshing voice, 
And I salivate to the sound of your name.
The evening flutters like butterfly wings.
I am calmed by your taste that I carry into, 
The twilight of my soul and hold dear to my heart. 

I’m filled with hope, may I dry your condensation tears,
That steadily stream down your plastic face?
I didn’t mean to make you love.

As my taste is satisfied, it reminds me 
Of your moistened contents when I first met you.
In the hush of night, hearing you psss... turns me on,
My taste...buds leap to my mouth‘s palate. 

I wait in the moonlight for your secret 23 flavors, 
So that we may merge as one, liquid to stomach.
In the search of glorious satisfaction, 
Of having my life...moistened by your touch.

Please believe me...she means nothing to me.
I just held her in my hand for a moment,
I’m loyal to you with all my heart and soul,
My lips never touched hers, I promise.

I would never switch to Mountain Dew.
I’m in love with you and only you,
Satisfy my life with your
I longed to hold you in my hand, Dr. Pepper...come here let me kiss you.
I'm in love with your cool and refreshing taste.........ahhh.

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In the dream my nightmare strikes,
With human faces like zombies,
Hairy and teeth like vampires,  
Deep in the jungle beneath the caves.
I tried to run but my feet were stuck,
Something holding them down,
The scream wouldn’t come out,	
And fear took the best of me.

In the midst of my fears came strength,
My mind told my heart to be strong,
It is then I had the strength,
To pull my feet off the sticky grounds.
They followed me deep into the dark,
With their eyes shining in glitter,
Like torches shinning bright,
Their thunderous roar filling the caves.

I felt a heavy pounding of big steps,
Like giants moving the earth.
My heart practically jumping out,
As the zombies zeal remained unmatched,
To feed on my blood and take my soul.
I fell down and rose up on my feet,
Wishing the earth sallow me,
Because I felt the end has come.

At the end of the cave I saw the light,
Run towards it with a failing smile,
The zombie pursued with a deep roar,
They quickened their pace in pursuit.
I got at the end of the tunnel to the light,
I tripped and fell down in pain.
I broke my tendon and tried to crawl.
And there they were holding sickles

They lifted their sickles holding up,
Ready to take my last breath away,
I held tight to a fallen tree branch.
I screamed and woke up in the scream,
There I was holding tight to my bed,
The dream was gone and I was safe
But I was terrified and breathing heavily.
So I kneeled down and said a prayer.

21/11/2012 - 

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A Rising Son on Christmas

Eternally waiting for the second coming 
a mother's heart flutters weakly, slow snow fills the dreary sky
the cars snake hypnotically forward twinkling red and gold lights
the sky is full of travelers hoping for a soft landing    mother's heart flutters
slush streaked and faux-fur wet, bedraggled entry to the terminal obtained
terminal, once inside the reality of the name  brings clarity to the wait
the stale high rise air twitters with sparrows, I perch as do they and wait
plastic benches hold little Christmas cheer, the blackboard rolls 
flight 231 from San Francisco    mother's heart flutters  DELAYED
Starbucks may be the only star in this evenings sky
french fries grease the tile floor as a small child feeds the birdies
Deck the Halls blares fresh from the can, a longing for cotton balls rises
Soon soon I will see him again, the only egg we'd put in life's basket.
The Black board cycles and flight 231 shows NOW LANDING
a mother's heart flutters    scarf and glove in hand  the gate exit sought
Like action figures each weary homebound traveler springs
into the waiting arms of Mother or Father or the total gaggle
of loved ones squealing and waving their arms
mother's heart flutters   home, home again,     my son.

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Do it for me

Your fingers play a tune
Only my body can dance to
Your lips emit a craze
Only my lips can answer to
Your heart pulls the strings 
Only my heart can respond to

Play the tune, so that my body can dance,
Emit the craze, that my lips can answer,
Pull the strings so my heart can respond…

I don’t care how you do it, just do it for me...

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She prays; gods halo again brightly creeping from underneath the shadowed covers of comfort. Slowly awakening her blissful HEArT re*collabrated and re*juvinated to start the day quietly tip-toed inside  her peaceful home. A plantation thats shown to be told,firmly planted is all she'll ever know, thank you god my almighty straight to the LION'S den's mouth, as her heart is poured out in extreme greatness. She announced her DOGS EYE is not in pain anymore. So Thank You god for you are my only GOD!!!! You've engaged this HEArT strongly SHAPPED, I do love me; and the WOMAN I have become. In these last few weeks she has learned GENUINE SOULS do care like you, as parents we will keep her fruitful n' clothed. She'll learn that LOVE IS: more powerful then anything imaginable as you have, you image this world through a precious eye;(my DOG) across the sky in colorful RAE'S of skittles I can taste the RAINBOW... COLLABRATING IN THE CLOUDS... Watching SUN~SET DAWN DOWN fast asleep holding on to those DREAMS along side my dog. Teaching everyone to LOVE with/out SELFishness, just against GRACE For her HEART Is BIGGER Than the UNIVERSE.... As she chooses FREE~WILL!!!!!!
WILLINGLY!!! I Know now her Entire FAMILY HouseHold is in good HEALTH, SAFEly hidden from DANGER N' HARM,and has had A Peacful nights rest beside the warm fire I will lay;as she closes her eyes during nights break.


Written by: Carma SWEETHEART; and

06-21-12.          Thank you BRITTANY for letting me do this I am truly honored*ENJOY!!! ;D

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My son Eli

You came to me before I was ready
I cried when I heard of your existence
Over night my youth was gone
Worried sick that I wouldn’t be good enough for you
Clueless on what expect for the future
Carrying you under my heart for 9 months long
I knew that I love you
I just never knew how much
Then I saw your face
Those beautiful brown eyes staring straight into mine
My heart melted 
And I asked myself how can a person love someone so much that they just met
But I did
I love you more than life it’s self
In that instant I knew my purpose on this earth was to protect you from all evil
I would give my last breath to you
I would kill for you
I would steal for you
The little keeper of my heart
My ray of sunshine during a thunder storm
So much joy have you given to me
My life is meaningless without you
I taught you how to walk and how to talk 
You taught me that life’s most precious gift is the love of a child
Your smile gets me through tough times
Your laugh is a symphony of music to my ears
I dedicate my entire life to you
I make I lot of promises that I can not keep but the absolute promise to love you till Lord stops my beating heart is one that is forever 
I was young and clueless
Wondering around the word deaf and dumb
Until the almighty sent you to me
I am now wiser and understanding
Selfless, patient and gentle
You, my wonderful son, are the reason for this
You changed me
You saved me
I am forever grateful for you 
My little pitcher
My soldier
My kung fu ninja
My super hero
The joy of my salvation
Life makes so much more sense when I’m looking at you
Where I go, you will go
I will starve so that you can eat
Go without so that you can have
Sleepless nights and empty bank accounts is all worth seeing you happy
Many will disappoint you, leave you, hurt you, and scar you
But remember momma will forever be right here for you
You are the number one most important thing in my life
You will never come second to nothing or no one
No matter how big you grow you will forever remain my little baby boy
My heart and my soul
My beginning and my ending 
My tiny angel without wings 
My meaning, my reasoning, my inspiration and my motivation
My one and my only Elijah William Tippett

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Searching for Michelangelo

I told him we were broken, the way
horses can be, and he galloped through 
the sentence like a cowboy, less a
heart.  I loosed the biggest word I could 
think of – so enormous I felt everything
in me squeeze back as it passed by
and nearly choked as it pushed 
its way into the outer world -
and he brushed it aside like 
errant dandelion snow. 
By then, there were at least
four voices within me, ranting,
and the image of myself throwing 
buckets of paint against a wall 
was blinking repeatedly in my head.
And still he was talking – 
with his hands gesturing, gesturing -
talking about places he’d been
talking about what he thinks himself
passionate about
talking about what he learned
in counseling
and talking


When he got to Italy, I stopped him
at Michelangelo, thinking, “here! – 
here finally is a scaffold we can 
throw ourselves off of”.  Thinking 
if Einstein’s wardrobe wasn’t enough, 
if a scrawny white boy singing 
the blues wasn’t either and if the 
most interesting thing I said that night 
was that I never ever set a clock 
to an uneven time (and I hadn’t even 
said that yet)… maybe the image of 
an artist suspended in air with 
his heart pointed to heaven 
and the myriad of thoughts 
that must have run 
like a river through him as he
stood there, arm outstretched,
might trigger something.
But, he had no idea that 
Buonarroti was a poet 
or that he honestly expected 
Moses to speak 
to him once freed 
from the confines 
of stone and of
artist himself,
he said


Apparently, he was more 
Moses than Michelangelo, and
it was all I could do 
not to take 
a hammer
to his 

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Dance Concert

Ankle wrapped, lipstick gleams
Music is heard in the backbeats of faint rhythms
This is just me, and myself

There are people           there             Lollypop prima donnas
Modern dance bare feet rebelrinas, SpicySalsa Latina Coke Bottles
Loud and HERE hip-hop mamas

Shadows, backstage
Just me, and myself, here

Girls surround the mirror, preening like ugly hens for a rooster
That only sees himself
Lycra glittering tightly stretched, no imperfections allowed In these bodies, 
messing up is no longer an option, it never was a option

Just look at the pretty picture they are painting
Dancing, speaking without voices of their own
poetry in motion, they call it
"I just want them to look at me", she says.
Right.. go ahead and dance to the beat of everyone else

Feet fretfully practicing [Fake]French with an American accent
                           Jeté, pas, Chaîné
S'il vous plaît danser votre coeur hors
In Attitude

                                                                                                   Get It Shawty

This is the very last time

Just me, and myself
Lost in whispers of melodies, movement strains and scents of
Righting lefts, lefting wrongs, up and downs to my
very own song
Stage right, upper wing,
                                      Open up the Curtains
                                                                      Cue and a one, two, three
Spotlight     flashes in the eyes to hide all cynical opinions, judgments are blinded

this is my stage, don’t lie to me, this is my stage
There are no lies here

Four, five, six, seven, eight, and a

And All I Wanna Do
Is just slip away
Into my own

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It’s past midnight and sleep has walked out on me, yet, again.
I stand in the door way to the quiet patio, now bare ...
There’s a frost advisory tonight so precious plants are safely housed  
As I stare into the vastness of navy skies, listening to the hush
It’s a beautiful autumn night, a bit chilly, but I really don’t mind
Some old song is being played softly on the radio..
And I smile faintly listening to the words 
I turn it off, still sky gazing as my thoughts gather wings 
Finally, I sigh and give in to the tugging desire of my heart
For it seems it will give me no respite...
I am wondering how you spent your day.
What delights did your eyes behold? 
What beauty thrilled your heart and soul? 
And did it bring you close to tears?
Soon, jealousy overrides my melancholy
However, it’s my decision not to resist; I welcome the injected pain 
Somehow it makes me feel more alive as it drives the numbness away 
I try to imagine the simple things you touch,
The people around you who breathe the air that you breathe,
Every cup of java which touch your lips...
Leaving playful kisses, instead of me,
I think of your smile so alluring which makes beautiful flowers blush...
Yes, and I am jealous. That I can not deny 
 AsI stand in the doorway, leading to my quiet patio
Washed in silvery moon light casting shadows on the wall
My heart fills with anxiety; shallow breaths barely escaping...
Solemnly, I lean against the patio door, so needing your embrace
And all I hear is your name whispered by the brisk autumn breeze!

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Paint Your Dreams On a Canvas

Paint your biggest dreams on a canvas
Lift it high for all to see
Lift it with strength and humility

Soon, many shall see your works
And fulfill your dreams
Filling themselves up with their own insight
Delighted by your brilliant light!

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Futile Dance

I watch you from afar
Smiling at your friends
As they envelop you in warmth
While I stand in the frosty mist

You are the sun
I am the earth
Basking in your light
Never to touch you

If I could only reach you
The sweetest dream life would be
And never would I let go
But the dream never comes

A wall divides us
Built with stones of insecurity
Each time I get closer
Fear pulls me back

Your heart is also afraid
I wish to comfort it
To give you strength, life, love
To light your way

Your eyes turn to me
My mind races
You speak to me
My heart skips a beat

Muscles turn to stone
Mind turns to cloud
I mutter something back
We return to our futile dance

Closed eyes cannot hide you
Every minute reminds me of you
Never shall I know your heart
As I fear it has no room for mine

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Like Glass

Shatter....crashing glass...
the sound of a heart breaking...

      Echoes of longing...
    memories swarm me
like a thousand bees buzzing

How can a heart hurt like this
       (and still survive)

I live always on a possiblity
Holding on to a lost hope....

Hiding inside my shell
   broken and stinging
from the wounds punctured
   on my tender skin

you break me
        shred me
             tear me
    and hurt my soul

       So, on I go
for I have survived with nothing
     picked up the pieces
     (becoming stronger)

These tears are burning me
Salt stains on hot cheeks
but forgetting is letting go
       so on i go

To never love is to never live

Shatter....can you hear my heart splatter?

I bet you never knew you had that power...

So who is the fool here?
Me or you?

         So on I go...

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On a day of wedded bliss and joy,
The blackest night came crashing down.
A heart so full of love and tenderness,
Beat no more upon this earth.

In its wake was left a lake of tears,
And a man who lost his moorings.
Adrift upon the waters of despair,
Left to face the storms of life alone.

The years have steadily rolled along
But time for him is just a word
In his heart she lives forever.
Forever young, forever loving,
Forever loved…Lenore.

Dedicated to HGarvery Daniel Esquire
and his late wife Lenore

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Night Poem

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light

Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come

To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.

The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.

Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest 
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.

Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -

To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.

So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.

With merriment's ink: 
A Kiss; 
A dance; 
A song etched deep: 
Art carved out of sky.

Title: Night Poem

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Healing a bleeding rose

A soul weeps in flesh for the pain I left behind.
 I am sorry for the pain,the tears, I left for you to bear. 
These healing words I send with a bumble bee to heal a bleeding rose. 
These napkin like words I pray can wipe your tears and snotty nose.
 I was young and naive,I cherished my pride instead of your heart . 
There the coldest winter did start. 
If it makes you happy I disposed of the mistress. 
Who faded in long lost memory of shadowed kisses.
 No,no,no I am sorry for writing that,
its a poets bold habit of honesty,
but in writing this I thought i should be honest and honest I shall be.I apologize for leaving your emotions suppressed,unknown and ostracized. 
Yes, I know the ocean swollen with your tears,the angels descended on a bloody battle field to  hear your cry.I hope you can summons them again and reconsider the report to the almighty farther. 
If I could write this apology in the eye of the sky I would,for my remorse to be seen , a once foolish human being .Your heart I didn't mean to decay. I apologize for the lies, cries,for making you eat sadly all those ice creams and soggy apple pies,from absorbing tears fallen from yours eyes. Left to wonder in the vastness of the universe alone. I am sorry also sorry for the smudged ink and some of the lines. I cried along with them, imaging your painful times.

Yours truly Elliott Bowe 
To:Simone Descartes

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My Goodbye Letter

My Love,

We had a great life of bliss together,
embracing each other during winter,
chasing butterflies in summer, watching trees
as they shed off their leaves during autumn,
as we held each other tightly on a couch,
and tasting rain together in spring…..same
things season after season.

Having taken me for granted,
you have cut off the roots of my joy;
you have created a black-hole deep in my heart.

I thought we were like light and bright,
but then, I realized you were using me like a bridge
to the one whose kiss was softer; whose embrace
was more sensual.

I wish you all the happiness in the world,
as I return to the stars……hopefully never
to return to this cold world again.

Your photo will be the last thing that I see.

Yours truthful,
Faded Love.

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delicately folded lines...

a song within her mind...

in a room of 
muted paper and
bamboo lattice silence
she softly
closes the shoji door
to find a place of freedom
With legs crossed upon
the tightly woven tatami
she sits in an imaginary world
beyond the twilight canopy 
she floats through stardust light

she folds an empty paper...

a dream of endless flight...


Contest ~ "Anything Handmade"

Poet ~ Rick Parise

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Bless me
with the fluency of fury
and the articulate voice of anger.
Spare me though,
of its affliction of aggression.

Let my pen paint
the reflection of my thoughts 
like a mirror.
Thus my lines become
clones of my imaginations.

Let creativity be 
the stubborn shadow
of my verses
and let not inspiration
fly out of my window.

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Red Ribbons

Carved this stone a breath in life 
Then opened wide these pure made eyes
Where tempered hues paved roads their gray
...Yesterday, washed away of blue.

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All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower Egypt.
Hollowed halls echo thy name,
Cast red sails towards infinity's,
 Swift currents.
 Nile waters part steadily 
Anubis guardian of the dead,
 Receive thus living deity.
Let sacred alters burn bright, 
Light sacrifices ashen embers, 
In thine honers reverence.
Beneath desertions desert ruins,
 Lies etched upon mortar's stone.
A royal tomb bearing her,
 Unspoken name, Nefertiti.
 Golden saddles press against,
 Mortals realm,
Behold a phantom goddess,
 Brushed ageless,
By times untarnished memory,
The pasted reveals truths,
Through redemption's flame,
Two scepters crisis cross,
 Within beauty's touch.
An ancient throne has,
 Been reclaimed. 
Raise great sphinx, from
 Your sacred resting place,
Shake free fetters sandy mane,
 Breath once again,
 His might’s roar harold’s,
 Her return.
Soft winds blow against,
 Freedoms breeze,
Exposing a glittering figure,
 Standing tall,
Beside the great monolith.
All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower
Hollowed halls echo thy name.


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Dali Driven

Of spring passion?
Lacerations of decadence?
coiled in ringlets at the nape of her neck-
light wrapped in strands iridescent and bent
toward her silhouette's kiss.
Shadows on a match box painting
absorbing the skin and silk shed cloth."

Frozen air movement shakes me awake
as another museum goer
brushes by my sleeve in an attempt to read
the description... (I am nose close...)

Tremendously, I pull myself away
to the Hallucinations of a Toreador
pulling the scope out on my looking glass,
for one is finely tuned, painted with the single hair of a wishing bow...
and one is the size of my heart, unraveled and sky scraped,
and yet remarkably blurred to initial understanding.

I toss aside propriety and sit down on the ground,
Indian style, in front of grandeur-
a mist of streaming people dissipating my vision
of the surreptitious melting clocks, oozing time
all over the floor, soaking my favorite shoes...

And so I pass the afternoon alive,
briefly breathing in the dusty air and DNA of genius.

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Suicidal(a reason to live)

I am standing on the edge 
please pull me back
I have a lack of interest in life
the thrills are gone
the happiness has dried up
the color red looks like rust
my sign reads to heaven or bust
the color blue is every where I look
and pops like a whore's lip gloss
I have returned all that was given to me
I have no joy or glee
from this life I want to flee
but I say to you hold on one more day
I say to you there is always a rainbow after the rain
I say to you there is a sunrise after midnight
you shall suffer this plight
you live on everyday til the sun burns up
so chin up
here comes tomorrow

If you feel suicidal hold on one more day

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The light aglow does shine, within the wagon train,
Many voices sing, to the tambourine's enchanted beat,
Playing along the fire warmth, of their encampment.
All together their rations share, with one another, breaking
Bread with an evening prayer, over warm cider, to keep the
Nights chill away.
These are the lost people, searching for a homeland beyond
The horizons hidden path.
Can you hear the echoing sounds, of the cricking wagon wheels,
Or the wind chimes, blowing in the timeless mountain breeze.
The last wagon is the smallest, it contains a precious prize,
 Of the Gypsies,
She is the magi woman, the heart of her people.
Fragile and bent with the curl hand of age, yet wise beyond
Her years on earth, a wondrous creature at one with nature.
Many winters passage have her eyes seen,
And felt the springs warming breath against
The raw flesh has she experienced.
 Blessings birthing, and sorrows burials, has this
Lone woman been present for, the tribes
Precious Magi, named Mystic Rose.
Lean does she, against a willow staff,
Walking generations ancestral path,
Remembering a cultural heritage, past
Down by mother unto daughter.
Within this living monument of memories,
Beats the heart of a wondering people,
Whom have cried an ocean of tears,
Yet do they not realize they are freedoms
Children, knowing a liberation beyond
Pains and suffrage ultimate dream, to be
Free without boundaries limitations.
But she knows, the Mystic Rose Magi,
So see guides them along the well hidden
Venues, to the valleys evergreen, keeping
Them safe from apprehensions heavy yoke.
For they are the gypsies tribes and she
Is their precious gift the sacred Magi,
Named the Mystic Rose.


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Dreams they're all around me,

it's hard to tell  real life.

Monsters like in fairly tales,

my emotion turns to strife. 

The sun starts getting closer,

my skin it starts to burn. 

I look for somewhere to run

but don't know where to turn. 


He makes his way towards me majestic also wise,

it was hard for me to distinguish between what's loving and what's lies.

My heart it starts to flutter,

My body starts to fall-

I try to scream out for help 

but I don't know who to call.


Thus the journey's over,

now I'm on the ground.

Tears fall from my eyes-

my heart nowhere to be found.

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This Present Darkness

Freedom I long to hear your bells ring
If you only knew what it would do to me
Auspice and a pair of Jacks, its sudden destruction
And the Poetry World's composure was completely destroyed
As we complete the circle of Life and Avalanche and bury the Poets
The organ plays and the funeral starts
As they compete with a man of God
Angel's and Chariots of fire
A demonstration of God's Power on earth
Extraordinary as her performance, I express myself
Court is convened now, she got the message
A star falls, I expand, 
Lost Treasure discovered inside ourselves
How could I deny the fact
You gave me strength when no one else was ever there!

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Running fast thru Autumn’s dream, Vincent-bright in village winter’s light
Topaz-treed streets, eaves-filled , singing with saffron and  gold,
A Rocky Mountain cold cornflower sky over English hills
Vivid with Vincent-fuzzy ice-finger edges 
Photo-album best parts of all seasons rolled  into one
As if my life’s heyday was being relived  fast
My poetry tries to regrab life with words, to pin it down, 
Know it, drain it, before almost losing it - maximum squeeze-out like my friends 
Three whose dreams failed but were glad to have them. 

I should try to smoke the midnight toke with Coleridge
Kubla Khan’s dope dream-dome of sunny ice like this village
           A family in a moving car in a vision once I saw:
           Could I revive within me its symphony and song,
           To such a deep delight 't would win me, with his combined vision of  
But I cannot revive so I must recreate in words

I should try to sing a love song with Eliot, and I run and shout 
           Let us go then you and I, where dreams spread out beneath the sky       
           Of intensely cold blue, like a patient etherized upon a table
To expose my memories for surgical scrutiny under glare of operating theatre lamps
As the journey unfolds, the folds of the dream curtain spread out below you,
Please treat  me kindly in the darkness

Unasleep, I should try to light the midnight oil with Yeats for
           Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
           I would spread the cloths under your feet:
           But I have only my dreams;
           I have spread my dreams under your feet;
           Tread softly because you tread on my dreams,my children, my kids 

Grasping for understanding my pen digs into paper, the words dig into the past.
Rain outside - drops leak and Rorschach splats mean anything and everything.
Like Vincent I feel for the words: with clawed fingers I clutch at  empty space,    
For everything already exists. I think of nothing and the words touch me -
I wake and work in darkness: electric light cut off instead of an ear.
Colors in life exist without words: cannot be captured;
Colors in dreams are where no words can reach: like emotions.
Planting wildflowers in tubs, their beauty deteriorates.
Babbling streams running fast make music which no notes can describe.


Quite plainly some lines are taken from Yeats and Eliot and Coleridge, to suggest the difficulty faced by poets as well as painters in capturing images of  life.

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CAFE   TERRACE   AT   NIGHT           (Van  Gogh)

Orbital focus of assured kindness and hospitality
From the waitress in long white apron
Where time stands still for a moment,
Where the  golden interior glow of the shelter
Gravitates under  the canvas roof and
Permits a little topaz flavor to anoint  the cobbled street,
Its dark forbidding geometry of the night, 
Its  silhouetted shapes  of blackened  houses
Whose dead windows suggest only a half life,
Whose clock tower suggests the running sands of time, 
While  dizzying stars, circular orbs of cold white,
Stare unblinking at the colors uncertain 
In a neighbourhood of crumbling age,
On the pavement of uncertain difficult cobbles.
The café is not crowded but it is the sun 
For the people orbiting its warmth. 

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Kill Me

kIlL mE... tHeRe ArE tImEs, My GoD, tHeRe ArE tImEs ThAt I wIsH i WaS dEaD mY hEaRt SpIlLs ReSeNtMeNt AnD sCoRn Of ThE sElF aNd So mAnY oThErS tHeY dOn'T dEsErVe ThE hAtE—nO oNe DoEs SoMeTiMeS cOnFiNeMeNt BlUrRS mY hEaRt AnD mInD lEaViNg Me In A sOrT oF dEpReSsIoN rEwInD wHeN nO oNe GiVeS a DaMn AbOuT tHe RhYmE wHeRe AlL tHeY wAnT tO dO iS cOnSuMe ThE gRiMe I aM sIcK tO tHe MaRrOw Of KeEpInG It (IxNxSxIxDxE) bUt I wIlL tOrTuRe No OtHeR WiTh My MiNd ThErE aRe TiMeS, mY gOd, ThErE aRe TiMeS tHaT i WiLl MySeLf To SmIlE bUt (IxNxSxIxDxE) i ScReAm (KiLl Me). . .KILL ME i want to die. . .

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The Heart of men

      If my wretched soul
           wasn't incarcerate inside 
                the cage of my ribs for
                   my transgression 
                 I would walk to depth 
          of the horizon where the
 Sun sleep to set it on fire                       
like a burning desire, 
    and watch it burn to ash 
            My intentions are ruthless...
              If I grow feathers I would fly 
         to the roof of the great sky 
     cut the strings that the 
stars hang on, and violently 
laugh as they fall to the
      surface of the earth 
         and break their shine 
                 My intentions r ruthless...
                If I were a few step taller
          I would stretch my arms
    up the sky, and squeeze 
the rain out of the 
clouds so that the river
  become thirsty, and run
           to the ocean for water
              My intentions are ruthless,
              because I have the heart 
              of a men

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Waiting For the Grain

empty palette
barren wood
blown enigma
oil paint
into the grain
to dry and wait
artist notion
brilliant mind
palette patient
to unwind
raw emotion
canvas full
from a girl
brushes cleaning
palette eyes
work of art
she gently *sighs*...

(Inspired by a photograph of a discarded make-shift palette of wood - paint alive in color...  
Made me wonder what art 
came from such... art.)

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Shot down

blazing overkill
attacking inner depths
savagely i ride
the storm

on the crest 
of waves
unfurling high winds
battered and torn

russian roulette
rolling in the chambers
lead heavy
spinning circles
upside down 
pulling on feelings

emotions explode
burning fire
in depths
shot through
the heart

to a lovers emotion
love lives
in you died

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Tilted Dahlias --The Artist

The sage green wall had worn a blank look
until, slightly askew, with a tilt to the left
dangling helplessly, without a complaint 
is the pride of an artist, who lacked all constraints.

He dipped into his paints with no sense of restriction 
hung it in place without hesitation
giving the viewer a crick of the neck.

It hangs precariously, for an eager assessment
without circumspection, neither yes's or no's...
No hemming or hawing just helter and skelter
Instead, a take me or leave me,... is the quick estimation
Conforming was no issue, just pure bold assumption

Excitement exploded from two eager hands
that thrust it in place, with assured restless haste,
hammered a nail with pride and conviction
and planted it there,  with pure ardent fervor

Sharing a warmth of a seasonal decade....
this amateurish, yet delightful landscaped intrusion
sings in the sunshine, and smelling of springtime
shouting with color, and sprinkled with lavender
flavored with turpentine, and oil-painted rainbows

In the lower left corner, is an array of dahlias,
bursting with crimson, never changing or fading
never thirsty for water,
barren of a single, silent, dried up weed
and free of decay, dismay or mold

The amber was gold, the umber was bold, 
          rust to rust, dust to dust......ash to ash

With him he took all the pride that he found
           ...still holding the brush stroke of a satisfied smile 

For Anthony's Contest: Favorite Artist
Dedicated to someone special in my life  R.I.P.
4/16/14  Revised for Anthony's Contest

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Create my Heart

Create my heart, create my heart fore it is reborn, care for it, caress it, make it as joyful to your extent, you are the only one that can move my joy. Kiss me, kiss me and never pull away, how I enjoy your beautiful love touch, how I earned your love is beyond me, just be close to me and only that is what I desire, such warmth at a cold time, how it changes my every action with such warmth. We may separate at times but our warmth shall remain the same, you are close to me by heart and how I hear your pound as it beats louder and louder when I approach you with a plan for us. Us is who we are and never I or you and you create my heart to your desires, as I to you, create my heart my love, times change and I don't want to lose you, create my heart.

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My Unique Love For You

As this heart of mine keeps beating
Every single day for you
It grows stronger… Beats faster…
As I draw closer to the day I see you
There is no distance long enough
To prevent me from reaching you
My destiny… My eternity
Is meant to be spent with you
Though there may be times
When I wonder if I can last
But my heart says otherwise
And so I keep waiting for you…

My love for you is very unique
It will never fade, that I promise you
With me it’ll stay, even in death
For this heart of mine…is forever yours!

Some may consider me love stricken
Others may consider me foolish
Because I love… And always will love…
Only you and that’s the truth
Though love may seem harder to find
It doesn’t mean that it’s impossible
I believe… Truly believe…
That it was meant for you and me
I don’t feel much more
Like someone who is just lucky
I feel now that it was
Fate that led me to you…

My love for you is very unique
It will never fade, that I promise you
Even if I were to die mysteriously
My heart remains yours forever
My love for you is very unique
It will never fade, that I promise you
With me it’ll stay, even in death
For this heart of mine…is forever yours!

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Warm Winds of Wisdom

Upon a drunken path I seemed to be confronting doom
Upon my shoulders I seemed to be carrying a cloud of doom
There I fell crumpled and spiritually shattered
Coddling a heart beaten and battered

Lonely pleas of mercy escaping me
Trembling inside
Begging to be free

Warm winds of wisdom sweeping me away as New York Swagga approached with a smile
Whisperin', "Let's talk for awhile"
I reached out in cautious distress
Circumstance being our first test
His open ears and honest eyes being my beacon of light
His warrior mentality kept me safe that night

Warm winds of wisdom loved me until I could love myself
Warm winds of wisdom dusting off my heart and removing it from its lonely shelf
Nurturing loyalty shaping me
Chivalrous compassion guiding me to the girl I can be
Within warm winds of wisdom I have grown
Within warm winds of wisdom I have found a place I am proud to call home

From the streets to the sky
There be not one reason to cry
Upon a drunken path all seemed lost
My soul had been sacrificed at the highest cost
A feeble prayer was all i could say
Whirling warm winds of wisdom forever blessed me that day

From stumbling to sobriety
From cynical to serenity
From fear to everlasting sanction
My life today has exceeded every expectation

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Fated to Love

Fated to Love

Best to simply weigh the heart with a poppy seed
Counter balance on granite
All its rhythmical surging
Its expeditious life
Amounts to nothing

Better then, not to believe in its enchantment
For it is fated to love
And do little else but lead
To ruin

Well-worn to stop up your ears
Lest you hear its background murmurings 
Brooding upon devotion
Lacking the power to change anything
But weeps constantly for dreams

Do not then, be deceived
For all the hearts will to achieve
It cannot
But burst inside your veins
Only half remembering what once you never held
Though its truth persists
It lays persecutory back against a lie
The heart would try
But cannot defy the world

Beware then my friends
For that muscular aorta pump and valve
Will lay you stark
And rend open beneath your ribs
And grant you no solace
Or escape

For all in the life of steady beats
It knows nothing of fact
And through your nights survival
Will stab at you with yearning
Brooking no compromise
It shall continue

Damnable heart I say
To leave me no place to rest
If I could but tear it out

For it taints my eyes with longing
Converting my hours for its keeping
Playing poker faced with deliverance
Trying to cheat destiny
With the price it paid to see me

Counting the cost in when’s
And when
When all the loneliness
Will end

Beware of when; then my friends
For that muscular ventricle pump and valve
Will lay you star-dream-gathering
And break open daily beneath your ribs
And yield to you no solace
But only escapism

Damnable heart I say
To leave me no place to rest
If I could but tear it out

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Any Ideas?

Well what should I write about tonight?

Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?

Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.

I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.

I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.

There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.

I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.

Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?

I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?

Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.

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Overprotected Heart

Overprotected Heart

A broken heart
Pieces kept together by razor wire
Such pain
Wounds from the last moment I saw you
Did you know that your words had such power?
Did you know that my heart would fall apart?
No silk threads would seal the chasms
It frayed and tore with every word
Not a drop of blood was spilt
There was none left after your attack
The sharpness of the razor wire
Its shiny points wrapped around my heart
Stabbing into the gentle muscle
Drops of blood on the tip of every blade
They reminds me of your words
The hurt you caused
It stops others from getting in
Not giving them the chance to do what you did
My heart is protected from hurt
From you and your meanness
Protected from love and happiness
All because of you

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hold my heart

fountain of beauty 
and love 
Cascading down the walls 
of my heart,
dark forests rise 
in motion 
to salute you 
In the creation 
of waves, 
bowing to your world 
A motion 
of great grandeur 

On the heather 
clad hillside 
With ragged rocks 
among'st the heather, 
sweeping out 
towards the ocean 
A vast wilderness 
of water 

In a tranquil 
peaceful setting, 
romancing the very stones 
I am the moss clinging 
Mystical paradise 
Mirror of life 
and existence,
dreaming of you 
under a hawthorn bush 
In the aroma 
of blossoms, 
kissing the sea 
in the parting of lips 
Moist in a dream 

My nostril flare 
within aroma's scent
Sweet as would be the taste, 
like my breath exhaling 
Rippling winds 
passing by, 
whispering to me 
sweet nothings
Walking along 
a primrose path 
from the enchanted forest 
I make my journey 
to you my fairy queen 
Speaking to you in 
ancient tongues, 

through the melody 
of the harp 
Underneath the fairy tree, 
played on each string 
attached to my heart 
deep inside
 plays sweet music  
burns you the desire 

In a chain 
of daisies 
Dreaming underneath 
the sun, 
in the gentle touch
 of its beauty 
Touching me 
with your wand, 

the touch 
of an owl's feather 
Sparkling light
 touching beautiful 
my dream emotion 
Rainbows of color 

Loves so vast, 
you can be 
my fairytale 
Walking with you 
loving  like the breeze 
Holding your hands 
in my heart 
pining on
 your return

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Hawk's Eyes

in the bright light of day you appeared...
a gilded angel with falcon wings,
you rose up out of the desert sands 
and your gentle beauty struck me dumb - 
sending a tremor through my soul...

marvelling, pretending an air of studied uncaring 
i watched you through a veil of wind-blown hair 
and tried to ignore the yearning sighs of the 
blood in my veins, 
and the keening of a heart that was broken - 
that, seeing you, healed briefly - 
only to fracture again every time you turned away

you were fatal...
i knew this in my marrow, even as i stared, 
riveted, at your cherub's innocence, 
suffocating, slowly - sweetly - 
in the decadent gold-striated hazel of your 
hawk's eyes
you were a killing blow out of the blue, 
and once again i was lost...

"angel" i wanted to cry, "angel, ask my name..."
but, naive as Adam, you lost yourself in the bustle 
and sand-blasted clamor of your clawed companions...
bereft i hovered, a lonely kestrel riding the chill wind 
of your ignorance...
a single tear slid down my cheek; 
oh i would have impaled myself on a thousand spears, 
if it would only make you run to my side 
and scoop me into your bronze embrace

but time slid by and planets shifted - 
the day's end drew near...
desert dunes dissolved into the hazy purple of night,
and i was forced to say goodbye; 
to pretend love at first sight was just a giddy adolescent joke, 
and that your image wasn't tattooed on my heart 
in blood and fire...
only then, as my soul swelled with the bitter bile of 
disappointment, did you turn and behold 
the torment of your beauty written on my face...

boyish, innocent, your eyes clashed with mine - 
and melted my core to lava - 
and gave my battered heart wings; 
clipped wings perhaps, but wings nonetheless...
you smiled, a saccharine-coated admission of acknowledgement, 
even as your eyes stabbed cruelly, violated my bruised soul, 
and the sun set at your back - 
gilding you in demonic flame...
and in a blazing flash, that was it, the die was cast, 
reeling, bleeding, i broke our searing gaze;
'angel you may be, my oblivious love,'
i thought as i walked away 
'but devil you are for wounding me this way - 
and never even knowing my name'

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Spill It

Spill it all out
Where is the light to guide these words?
Everything feels gone 
Empty again 
So spilling it out is impossible?
Yet words still flow through it all
Thoughts still run rampant
Broken pipework spraying all over the place
Rust collecting on the spurting silver
Losing very inch of pride
Unable to control these lines
Pinch it all out
Squeeze it like the last bits of toothpaste in a tube
Roll it up and twist the remains
Pressure is building
Tension is steadily, stiffly waiting
To be released
Let it all go!
There is no point anymore
Stop building on disaster!
Let the words flow
Spill the damn mess out
And don't clean up
Let me pick up the pieces
Hand me the mop
Because when it is finally all out
The emptiness will leave 
You'll know exactly what to express
It will all be clear


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Thy love for me is sure,Knoweth I,
right from genesis,my heart goeth to thee,
ours had the permission of Cupid and holy saints,
Thou knoweth my strength and my weakness,
No dame like thee,my diamond!my moon!,
we -two were paired by the heavens,
whether thou goeth I go,just like Siamese twins,
The perfume of thy body filleth my nostrils,
Thy blinking eyelids beacon for affection
with twilight of hope and passion without caution,
I`m enthused,bemused and amused,O`! thou angel,
Thou art my golden crown;precious jewel!.

But now,thou jewel! Thou art being tarnished,
Sickness and ailment override thy being,
Thy blinking eyes are darker than scarlet;
Thy succulent lips drier than tanned horse skin,
Joy of motherhood turns to sorrow of departure;
O`death!,coward!,where lieth thy face?,
Our bond is stronger than thee,
Stretcheth forth thy hands, but thou hold her not,
For my hands standeth in-betwixt like a rock,
Summon all thy tools,we shall reigneth supreme,
O`,mother nature!closeth not thy eyes,
help us to fight this eater eating into her blood;
O` eater!,for thou to be a victor;
Prepareth to eat two meals at a time,
for our vow remains sacred and true;
"In death,we are one" and
"In death , we have won".

*Eater--cancer of the blood

CONTEST:'Bringin'out the "thees and thous" sponsored by Lisa Cooper poetessdarkly

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Thy Divine Mercy

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

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What I Am

I am just a figment of your mind,
You create me, and perfect me,
I become your every dream.
I am just a wind that is passing bye,
I carry no emotions, only stories,
That my Ancestors whisper to me.
I come and I speak,
Like the White Buffalo of our tales,
Here and then gone.
I lend my essence to heal, 
As the rain does for the land,
Though I could easily destroy. 
I am just an image in the smoke,
Dancing as the [Ga lv quo di] pipe,
is passed from one to another. 
I am just the beat of the drum,
The call in the night,
As you dance around the fire.
I am just the feather of the Eagle,
And that is all that will be left of me,
A memory of a dream.

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No Where Else

Your calling my name once again. 
My heart flutters with excitement. 
You got me where you want me. 
The butterfly's in my stomach are trying to burst out. 

My body reacts to you. 
I have no idea why. 
But every time your around 
My heart skips a beat. 

Your gaze lights me on fire. 
My voice grows weak. 
You have me backed against a wall. 
There's no where else I'd rather be.  

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Complete darkness
No sound at all
This is where you live
No one to talk to
The blackness, engulfing
Smothering the air out of you
In this vast void with lack of light
You are forced to believe
That you see a speck
A tiny green light
Way off in the distance
This blot of light brings so much hope
So many desires
You can hardly breath
Suddenly the light grows larger
You feel elated
Complete darkness
No sound at all
Things are back
To the way they will always be

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Embrace pt. 1

When you look into my eyes, you would probably
see another soul wandering aimlessly.
to a sea of nothingness, but I am with you,
I feel like my soul is clinging to your love,
and heart warming embrace.

When I look into your eyes, I see a free spirit,
looking for a companion. And you have one,
though I am not the most embracing soul,
but I guess you don't care.

My heart beats for you, my arms embrace you,
my eyes yearn to see your beautiful face.
If you were gone my soul would abandon me,
and plunge into the sea of depression,and
sadness, so I need your embrace.

So here we are, two souls clinging, to each other,
and not letting go. Because I need you, and you
need me. There will be challenges ahead, but
we are ready for them, for we cling to that

               Loving Embrace!

By Joshua Pickett  @ 2010

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Black and White

Lights are low.  Reflections flicker on the wall
Mirror images of those from long ago.
Dead so many years, yet who are still alive...
Here, black and white, this dark room

Bergman and Grant.  I watch them as they struggle with emotion
She deceives him.  He believes betrayal...
How is it possible...that he cannot see that her love for him endures?
My small screen evokes such love, bitterness, sadness and pain...
But once again...our heroine will be redeemed, and the end.

Oh yes!  I know the outcome.  I've seen it many times before...
Even so..I must watch love conquers all....
Oh Mr. Grant!  You must see how she loves you!!
Why can you not see how her heart breaks??
Ahh.....finally, yes...he carries her in his arms down the stairs to safety..
And I am curled in my chair...breathless once again.

Bergman, Grant, Stewart, Hepburn, Bogart...the list goes on and on.
We have lost them one by one, ....yet...we never really did...
They have left their presence in black and white for us to relish, ...again and again...
To take us to war torn the Rhine, the ends of the earth...
Yet we've never had to leave our chair

Those beautiful faces that never age
Like black and white etchings, that can be brought to life..
Tonight brings a teardrop, or terror, or a love like no other...
Tomorrow, they will take me to another place...another time...
As they live on and on and black and white...

note....Just watched one of my favorites last night on TCM

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Oft do I feel I should censor my mind,
Spill the ink on the cloth that my words lay,
Snatched by the Raven 'fore I finish my thoughts,
Mistaken by others that read as a foray,
Naught do I mean to cause an attack,
My emotions doth escape without thought,
Unhappiness apparent they will say,
Though the truth is adverse to what they sought.

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Something from the heart

something from the heart..
where do i start?
relationships have never been my thing...
so i just look foward to that day i give her a ring...
thats a while away...
in another universe...another day....
all i do is hope and pray...
im too afraid of rejection...
so i miss out on connections...
god gives us all a gift....
so what gift did he give to me?
im searching but i still dont see...
no gift in sight...
but i search all night....
my feelings dont change...
for years they have been the same...
throughtout this life i have felt pain...
its true girls will come and go...
but i want that one that will never go away....
maybe im just dreaming....
i close my eyes and its darkness...
i open my eyes and im heartless...
im no stranger to heartbroken...
why did it have to be that friend....
i guess thats what i get for my heart being open...

Still there is more to say...
more on my heart that i want to say...
at this point in life its stressful...
so how can i be successful?
so many things on my brain...
i want to lock them all away in a box with a chain...
its just so hard to explain...
when it comes to girls there is pain...
i feel like an outsider...
like everyone else is a butterfly or lady bug...
and i am a spider...
sure i really like her and she makes my day...
but im not really sure if she feels the same way...
she says things but it sounds like she dosent care....
my feelings for her make me feel like i can fight a bear...
or do some other kind of stupid dare...
her and poetry are like an escape...
but they are like a dream and you have to awake...
after a while  she fades away...
and its just another day...
notebook open with a pen...
what do i say?
its always the same...
"i like you but lets stay friends"...
to me thats like the end....
so now i start again...
and my focus is not a girl...
but the one who created this world...
i will look to him for guidance...
i'll try to do my best...
and leave the devil in scilence...
too young to understand love...
so i give up...
left here thinking "what the ****?"...
holes in my heart as if lightning just struck...
longing to leave this planet and find a new home...
but sadly im stuck...
so i will make the best of what i have in this life..
and never think twice...

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Death comes to an Old Man

An old man, worn and wearied by the toils of life, 
stood alone in a darkened hallway, 
each wall hung with brightly lit paintings. 
He walked by the Mona Lisa, and as he passed 
he knew the reason for her smile. 
He paused before Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, 
and the air seemed to be sweetly scented with the heavy perfume of roses, which pulled at his soul with soft, wraithlike arms.
He stopped.
The world seemed to shrink away from him,
dissolving into nothingness.
Before him was Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
Its yellow paint looked wet, vivid.
The blue rippled as the colours swirled
together, hypnotizing; the old man transfixed
by their mesmerizing beauty 
as he was swept up into their whirling splendor,
leaving the blue-shadowed hallway silent and empty,
as the pale stars wavered on in cold brilliance

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stars in my hair

stars are falling
     in my hair
   my eyes roaming the world
I stretch out for my own perspective
        and my body decode land of geometry

the doctor says it must all be psychosis ( rotten
                             roses spell my name )
and snakes smile bitterly at me in the night`s womb

worms eat death
I invoke the goddess of Woman
Come let me sleep in motherhood´s arms
Let me have a milky universe

Suddenly stars explode
millions of microscopic flares revolt against light

I cry


Yet in this heaven of sickness I come into being again

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Poet in a Pool of Love
...... For You Ajinle


When my yearning becomes a letter
Of love inside the dust of time
This lyric will deliver my affection to you
Ajinle the precious daughter of Adegboye
For love is always love
For two dreaming hearts
When their hearts never departs each other
When the cloud of love erupt their minds.

Love is not for coward hearts
Love is not for fragile minds
When I thought how I love you in silence
My heart beat faster
My spirit linger through your undiscovers planet
I found myself in a pool of love

When my song becomes a melody of joy
It is because of you!
My poems are not for ragged - minds
But I will read dirge if you departs my life
Or, is their anything to compare with the absence of love?

Our love and present-shadow is a destiny of tomorrow
Though we are way-farers

Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.
Note: Ajinle 'Yoruba linage for female'
          Adegboye: 'Royal name belong to monarch family'

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lips on lips

per chance we happened to touch
your hand barely feeling mine

a wisp of air disappeared drew us near
so flesh to flesh were we

a tornado spun us face to face
and the mildest of earthquakes
shook us and locked us
!lips on lips!, 

if there were a heat wave
drove us crazy, and we
you and i, actually kissed

would you?
would you be terribly angry?

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 The streets are crowded
 And the sidewalks are full
 The city is filled
 But yet for us it's dull

 We have no meaning among millions
 Yet we stay here still
 And these peoples judgement is killing us
 It's like we're held against our will

 So lets run
 And run so far away
 Away from all the people
 Cause we don't want to stay

 We will burn down our homes
 And turn our memories of this place
 All down to ash
 And leave without a trace

 Through fields and forests
 Through every song and every chorus
 Passing by every place we want to leave behind
 Will soon be forgotten and out of mind

 We'll get matching tattoos of a telephone booth
 It will be a symbol of our youth
 Showing that we will never stay in one place
 Saying that we live our lives at our own pace

 And we will sleep
 In beds where no memories lay
 Yet the comfort will be perfect needless to say
 And we will find another bed for the next day

 We're singing without words
 We're screaming with emotion
 A silent song that only we can hear
 A soundless commotion

 We are alive and we are okay
 We are free and have nowhere to stay
 But we prefer our life that way
 And we have a lifetime to say

 Lets run
 And run so far away
 Away from all the people
 Cause we don't want to stay

 And we may shed tears
 For all of our wasted years
 Where we were apart
 But now we're free and our life can start

 And we can see the world from our own view
 Seeing everything like it's brand new
 And we can watch everything with our own eyes
 All day and night till our body dies

 Our lives will be endless
 Filled with grace and happiness
 This is our life from day until night
 Because this is what feels right

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my sanity seems to unravel

like frayed shoe-laces on a rainy day

I keep tripping on in the mud

but when I go to tie them

I find myself barefoot

rooted in an unsatiable lust

for something other than reality

a blood-letting of sorts

a scream that dies

before it escapes my throat

my struggle is not one of boredom or regret

rather a confusing mixture

of powders, pills, and mind-control

and some weird state of non-commital emotion

a dark ocean of something mistakenly called


I’ve never really been in control

but I fight with a might that might surpise you

and win most battles and lose most wars

realizing too late that I’m the only one

keeping score

another day of willing the sun to stay down

to allow me to drown

in a dreamscape of something greater

inhibit my feelings or leave me alone

this is something I’ll always fight


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Heavy heart weighs me down
Troubles the mind
Obscures clear thought

Turbulent life coexists
Within the realm of the couple
On a plain different 
From where love resides

As shattered glass blocks the view 
But stays in place
People, too, can be the shards
Left there to block another
Not allowing the vision
The sight of what may be

May the glass fall to the ground
Opening up the skies to those in need
Opening up the horizons 
To the blind

May it not cut when falling
For with each piece
Are spoken words 
Which draw blood
Leaving scars

Heavy heart weighs me down
Troubles the mind
Obscures clear thought

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I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there.
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here. 
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.

Is there any hope? 
Is there any time?
My life is coming to an end and I will wash away in fear.

I cry so silently, my heart beats like it is not there.
I wish I could wash away and disappear like I was never here.
I want to vanish like there was never someone here.

not finishid .

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The Letter's Reply

My darling, my heart respond again
In words I search for balms of pain
I cannot tell about love, 
When it will come, or why it stays
Through years of sorrow and hope's decay
For I know not, 
Except that I am born to love
My eyes sees your nest, my soul becomes a dove.
Nor do I possess, the reason for it
But why you, why of all earth's cradle
In you I long for rest, here I also am a riddle
I only know, I am a man under spell
My tongue forever pines for your breast
My heart longs to bring you happiness.
I have loved you since, I first saw you
A seraph voice, a rapture of light
You were a picture upon my sight
Memories keep me leashed
To hunger of days, desire consumes me
O goddess-like you are in beauty
My heart I cannot deny
How your heart ever clings to me
How your soul for my tired wings becomes my tree
You are bright and beautiful
A diamond shining in the heart of stars
A pearl that's made where the oyster scars 
The most beautiful to grace my eyes
For you were the first moon that came
Behind my curtains and ignited my sacred flame
Your worth is more to me than rubies
I bow where others trample with their feet
And mount you on the pedestal a work complete
You are ever made new by the power of love
No dust nor grime can stain you, no rust defile
My sweet hibiscus, my fragrant jasmine oil
I love you, I love you, I love you
Till eternity meet eternity
Till dust shall put on immortality
I love you, Jew
My darling love, my pasion's bride, my joy
My dream's delight, and heaven sweet envoy.
I love you, Jew.

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Strangers, Again

This is dedicated 
to this girl that used to be a stranger
to this one girl
kicked it to her like a power ranger
so later, 
she was considerd my partner in crime
the perfect dime to my ninety cents which completed me, 100 percent
this. . . girl
was God's present, to me.
from the start, gave her my hand
Invited her to my world, 
then gave her my heart
a heart that considerd her a good habit, which caused it only to beat in the prescense of her love
and like a dove, I was then pictured as a symbol of peace and flew away in the skys 
towards cloud nine, but past that to cloud infinity
our future together was clear, close my eyes and I could see it vividly
we were like siamese twins, take us apart and death is a possibility
I was here to stay, 
my love was here to stay . . . 
you could not get rid of me . . .
or could you?
I closed my eyes and I heard steps
and like a ninja, out of my life you creeped
this thief came along and snatched you
grabbed you up, dazed and flashed you
and he said ''I could do better than him''
*ucked up thing is, you believed.
I was decieved
recieved with open arms, but later on replaced.
thought of as the man of your dreans, but later on erased.
faced with reality, I had to accept it
and though I was bad at it, now my heart just considers you a bad habit
granted, I don't need you, all I need is mentak stability and acceptance of reality
this notebook, and my pen
so then, me and you can just remain strangers, again. 

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Torn To Pieces

Those dark days spent when my spirit weary
Bereft of hope, joy and song
I lay entombed within my room
Whispered thoughts to pen and paper
Seeking solace in written verse
My heart torn cut to pieces

I wrote of external things but not my trials
No one knew, no one could see
The pain I carried beneath feign smiles 
 I struggled blindly through halls of darkness
Seeking respite from my faith
My heart torn cut to pieces

With no foreknowledge there would come
A stranger, who between lines would read,
My whispered thoughts and through his pen
Reach down deep where none have been
With gentle hands to stitch and mend 
My torn heart cut to pieces

Your persistent care, your words that soothe
Across the miles my burden bearing
You brought the light to guide my way
With endearing names and ten page letters
Bringing much laughter to ease my pain
And heal my heart that once was torn

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I don't know how to abandon 
This maniacal world 
Where electric words stalk my nights, 
Devouring my mind. 

Volcanic images appear 
As uninvited guests, 
Wrestling atrophied concepts 
Into structured rhythm. 

Metaphors tease unrelenting 
As sounds tickle my heart, 
Disowning my need for respite 
From red saturation. 

Yet I feast upon each moment 
Of inspired reverie, 
Count each hour of sanity 
An insulated gift. 

I fall into meek thanksgiving 
For voice of expression 
Even as I hear the approach 
Of mystified ideas. 

For what would I be without art 
Conveyed in written form 
But an aching, unfulfilled soul; 
Derelict and deprived?

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She Waits...

Perched on an altar of stone,
Enduring the weather of time.
	She waits...

A marble heart laments,
	She waits...

Her eyes filled with a glimmer of hope,
Embracing her lonely stand.
	She waits...

Immortal expressions of yearning,
Shaded by the garish,
	She waits...

For a moment...happiness embraces her, 
As she gazes at a seagull on her arm...while,
	She waits...

Facing a familiar horizon,
Profound longing radiates the cold,
	She waits...

Inspired by the Statue of Opatija

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If I Just Could

If my heart 
could stand alone
Hold on its spirit's 
greatest energizer 
I'll let it kneel at your side, 
give you praise..... 
for you alone!

If my eyes will be blind 
for the next day,
I'll wish one thing 
I could see
Before that darkness 
dissolve my soul,
I want to see 
your radiant beauty and splendour.

Coz I read your eyes 
As the heavens above,
The lunar brilliant picture 
of the rare blue moon.
The lips of ocean 
in breeze of snowy winter,
Golden relics of angel's coveted 
wings of light.

For you alone 
dearest heaven on earth 
My life, glory and strength 
For you alone 
dearest crimson lips
The one I really 
missed the most.

Now the special day had arrived 
I speak my love to you my love.
For this heart only speaks of you
I'll hold till next time I see you smile.

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Eyes Through a Lover's

Eyes playful with insecurity--
I've seen them innocent, coy, enticing
and distraught--all teasing masculinity!
I've seen them in disbelief, slicing
to what's left of me; hurting her was easy--
she was fragile! Protecting her from others
was easier than from myself, and how sleazy
that I'd betrayed her trust by way of another.
Had I lied when I said I loved her?
As for that, I don't quite know.
What I do know is I hurt her--
when I could've made her glow with magnitude.

They say brown eyes make the best liars,
and in this case, I don't regret the lie,
for in that brief fit of desire,
I allowed inhibitions to die.
Blame him? I am unwilling to begrudge
on behalf of one clear and specific point--
he allowed me his imitation love,
and our bodies, this love did anoint.
Engulfed in the music my mind plays,
my heart becomes my soul's own lyre.
Though I'm aware it's just a phase,
my heart still loves her brown eyed liar.

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Dark Pathway

The Heart of LOVE enveloped YOU and  --   I
In the course of EVERLASTING LOVE I   --   Failed
My minute blacken heart would not let you -  In
Looking back through time I do see a Pure  -- Life
The watches, Grandfather clocks of  Time  --    Running
Oblivious to the feeling of pain from  Falling   --  Down
Stumble over nothing along midnight Black    --   Paths
Following an unseen grotesque horned being   --   Leading
My uncleansed Soul across my Death’s river    --   Toward 
An Eternal Damnation living in a blazing Hot    ---    Hell
Dedicated To my POETRY Brother, Ruben Ortellao ( YOUR Turn )

Author's Note : This is a New Form of POETRY Dane-Ann and I are Trying
to get started We Call It " End Line Word POETRY " 

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The Dark Artist

A fate foretold 
Since the beginning of time

Master of time,
And feared by many. 
Some say your power is a curse
Some a blessing

Emancipator of souls,
Bestow freedom 
On my poor soul.
Trapped in this prison of torture
Called a body, 
Which places limits on my true potential

I understand you, 
Hiding behind broken hearts
Are benevolent intentions, 
A noble purpose

Bringer of peace, 
You give rest 
to those tired.
You free those soldiers
Trapped in a game of kings

A dark artist. 
I see the beauty in your work.
With your scythe
You paint a masterpiece,
With your scythe 
You write a magnificent tragedy.
You are the perfect ending
To our tragic story

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Black Scarlet (Love in the 2nd Degree)

are we crazy or just contrived 
lazy or simply self-involved? 
are we insignificant, significant 
or just like everyone else 
deranged on the outside 
swimming through dead oceans in our heads 

am i death or am i over-simplified 
is my breath as thick as the painted eye lashes 
that stick to your eyes? 
are you in love with your anemia 
or anemic to love 
breathing came so easy 
now you're lucky to get one 

forever in ruins or ruined to become 
pinned to pages or pinned under thumb 
like the bleeding nape of a baby 
thorough true to yourself 
under circumstance we are death-like 
only because we know we can 

the heart 
like a thick abscess of black mucus 
pumping sweet death to all who may ask 
now clogged with regret 
regret for the living 
regret for the loving 
love of anemia 
anemia of love

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Time and Muse

They said that I was, ‘quite insane‘
searching for you in forest’s dark.
With moon half full and pouring rain
I left seeking your flowing heart.

I sought you towards light of dawn 
following paths of broken growth.
I thought I heard our concealing song
When your form I saw, and did approach.

Morning it seems is just ahead
as I lay, staring, unable to move.
My inks, but senseless drops in pools of red
this night of loss, both time and muse.

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Love From The Heart

A smiling face I hope to see                                                
As I awaken to feel you holding me
The look in your eyes is a look I’ve not seen
I look deep to find out what your feelings mean
Mystery surrounds the thoughts you hide
But I am thankful you are by my side
You say some things are better left unsaid
We can share our feelings with touches instead
I feel the warmth of your body pressed against mine
The tingling sensations as you run your fingers down my spine
The sweet taste of you on my lips after I kiss you gently
The thrusts of your body as you make love to me intensely
So many wonderful qualities you possess
You say so much with your tenderness
Happiness is staring you right in the face
It’s up to you to put that happiness in the right place
I tell you that I love you and I hold you close
There’s no need for doubt, your heart already knows
You’re careful about sharing those feelings that show you care
But when it comes down to it, I know those feelings are there
You’re always careful trying not to let down your guard
Slowly you are unlocking the door to your heart
I try to show you in many ways
How much I love you from day to day
Most of all, I do what feels natural to do
I just want to make you happy and continue to love you
I’ve longed for the day that I’d be lucky enough to hear
Those three little words that would take away some of my fear
I feel love in the warmth of your gentle touch
But hearing those words really means so much
For now I will treasure each day we’re together
I feel as though our love will last forever
Friends and lovers and what we share is real
Please don’t hold back, show me how you feel
I never thought I’d meet someone like you
Everything about you makes me feel so good
In my heart the love is overflowing
What the future holds, we have no way of knowing
As long as I have you in my life
How can any day be less than bright?
You are my day and you are my night
I’ll love you today and every tomorrow
I look forward to every day that we borrow
Each day that we spend together
Are days that I will remember forever?
The times that we have to spend apart
Bring a little sadness to my heart
Everything about you makes it easy to see
YOU are the one that completes me
I knew it from the start
This is love from the heart

Copyright © 1998   Shari E Davis

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The Wanton Rose

Veiled tears that shroud the night
amongst the thorns of beauteous light
the wanton rose that beholds her grief
lost and forlorn n this ageless keep-

Whispered of rain, wind, and sand
breathless thoughts in an ancient land
oracles of time that see her pain
listen to her heart, and invoke the rain-

Angels carry her on golden light
caress the dawn with merciful night
upon the wings of bloodstained cries
immersed in shadows that never die-

But once amongst the sea and sand
amongst the rose, the river free
born of golden days of silver sun
came the greatest man to ever be-

To one woman he gave new life
he kissed her heart and made
her his wife-
She thought of him as the stars above
her heart could not contain
all the endless love
her life for him
on the wings of a dove-

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The Scar

 They told me..forget it..! 
 They confused me.. 
 They ordered me... 
 "Control your thoughts.."  

 Whenever I see flowers...
 My heart leaps with joy..
 But when I reach near... 
 They wither.............  

 Whenever I see babies... 
 My heart leaps with joy.. 
 But when I reach near... 
 They cry....... 
Whenever I look in mirror, 
It frightens me......... 

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Blue Diamonds

Eyes like new diamonds 
Blue diamonds 
Heart beat skips away
Centuries of age 
Wisdom on each turned page
Scribbled in columns 
And etched into stars
A glance into your soul
A fraction of my heart

In your eyes I see pain
Ocean waves that wash it away
Hidden behind an ice age
You trap your heart within a cage
Oh how I know those eyes
I could swear I've seen them in another life
Friend or lover, Family or Foe
I let the question wander
Though I doubt we will ever know

How the light sparkles when you smile
Your eyes brighten up 
Galaxies blooming in dancing lights
But you try to shut them out
Were you the angel you once claimed to me
A heart to heart conversation held in secrecy 
Arch Angel - eyes that make up the atoms of the sky
Will I meet you if once again I die
Dive down into the thrashing waves
Last time it was an end to my days
Blue diamonds
New diamonds the color of your eyes

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If You Don't Know, Now You Know

If you search and try to find a love like mines but you dont
You'll be missing my love. 
When you call and I don't answer the phone like I used to 
don't worry about it.
When I walk off this time and you feel as if you were about to lose me 
well its true; 
If you don't know, now you know.
No more worries, if you think I'm going to be sitting around stressing because
of what you do. No I'm not worried about a thing.
If I don't do the things I used to do and you lose sleep because of it don't worry, 
now you see how I used to feel.
If you don't know, now you know.
While you tried and sit around and play me ,
If you knew where home was instead of leaving me alone ,
I would've still been right here taking care of you, loving you, but your lost out
If you dont know, now you know.
My mind is clearer now this vaulable heart was yours to keep 
Since you was out messing around with these no good heffas
you no longer have it. 
I dont have time to watch you sit around playing with my love
so go walk your path and I will walk mines.
If you don't know, now you know
Now you think I'm messed up about your other chick
No, I'm not but I questioned myself 
Why didn't I handle you
Well, because now that you're gone I would rather be alone
As long as my mind is right, my mind is made up, and my heart is in the right 
place, I would be glad to never see your face again
Ladies, you all know they going to miss us
because they realize that she wasn't worth it over you.
You know there isn't no erasing or replacing me.
So that's why Im not worried.
So, if  you don't know, now you know.

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Yes, I am Poet

Yes, I am a poet
A metaphor to the universe
A moment of spirit
Out of flesh, the first converse
Of reality ... the prophet
Writing history
Struggling in the net
Of a butterflies vanity.
Look out
I make webs too
Using pen for pipe and mouth
So ancient ... I struggle to be new.

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A Passing Wave

Shall I ask the roses not to grow thorns,
Or the wind not to blow,
And the sea never to wave?

Shall I ask the mind not to think,
Or the soul not to sink,
And the heart never to crave?

Why do I keep fighting myself
My mind, soul, and heart
Trying to be brave?

And if I don’t keep walking,
Even without a weapon,
Myself would I save?

And if I ever had a weapon,
What or who shall it be,
That providence gave?

An aim toward the skies
Toward a point
Out of this cave,

For the road to heaven
Without love, 
I would never pave…

Aiming to the skies
Out of this cave 
Would take some time

And waiting for 
What providence gives
Is somehow sublime

But what if I wait and wait
For what would save me
Denying the huge sign,

Messages from up above
Teaching what being brave
Is all about

If I go on denying
What they all crave
My heart would shout

And I just hope
All what is here
Is just a passing wave

29th of march 07

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GooDbye is the haRdest wOrD

One Day i'll see  US smiling in Our Land....

Does it make a difference if you wake up to find me gone?
One less little lady in your heart on this new dawn..
Does it make a difference if i leave without Goodbye?
Would you ever know? i just left not to let You see me cry..
Does it make a difference not to feel me anymore?
Will you ever think of me whilst You pick pebbles from the shore?
Does it make a difference if you never hear my voice?
Will it ever matter that You left me without choice...?
Does it make a difference when you gaze in open seas?
Will you ever think of Us in Your balcony of Sweet Dreams?
Does it make a difference to see no Daises in the fields?
Will you ever find me in the Piazzas,in the Streets?
Does it make a difference if i just  run and go away?
Will you ever think of the day i looked your way...?
Does it make a difference that i'm here and you're not there?
Wasn't there a promise?,we never lived to live or share...
Does it make a difference if we never met at all?
Was i just a  Sandy Summer Fling,ending with the  leaves of Fall?
Will you ever think of how happy We could be?
Would you ever yearn again for You and Me?
Would it be too late to yell and call my name?
Would i ever be here to hold You once again?
Does it really matter if all would end in Dust?
Wasn't it so true !who said passion never last?
Does it make a difference ,to whisper your sweet name?
Does it make a difference ,Will it take away your pain?
Does it make a difference ,this foolish little verse,
It doesnt make a difference,because nobody cares..
Dear darling baby its time, i said" Farewell."...........
my heart is thorn in pieces,all left unsaid to tell..
If YOU ever miss me everynow and then,
Remember in a Rainbow ,one day We'll meet again...
Just think about the Present,Our past had find its end,
Go and Hug your future as you leave my  little hand....
Somehow Someday in heaven we meet to live our dream
I'll reach you in the skies, the land of King and Queen

 Title Inspired By(Carrie Richards poem"The Break 
UP"  )                                                                                                        

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The artist

The circles dialate
behind the minds frame.
Canvased images vibrate.
Paint chipped torn and worn
The vision has become blurred.
rotate, twist, twirl, and stir
The brush strokes.
Its words heard
Ancient and antique this caligraphy
Through this method
your sky can speak
limitless and boundless leaps.
Observe the beauty in these feats.
An artist within broken free
to shape the world inside.
Tho one I wish to see.

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Unexpected Angel

Many tears have been shed for what no longer is.
The heart that lost all hope was left for the scavengers…
Scavengers that would physically take advantage of him,
But with his verbal consent. 

His heart was dying… with nobody to heal it.
Many women had the chance to have him, 
But something would keep him away from the true threats.
Some may say fate, while others would say God… But I say thank you.

Thank you for saving me from countless destructive paths.
Thank you for keeping me slightly sane.
Thank you for giving me exactly what I needed.
Thank you for showing her to me.

Her name eluded me for a time period,
But now rings out like that of an angel’s.
She came and put her arm around me…
Wiped my face clean of tears.

She gives me love like no other,
Even though I don’t see why.
She makes me believe her heart is mine,
While in reality, my heart is hers.

She will never admit what she truly deserves,
Only desire the happiness for whom she loves.
Always ready to sacrifice her heart for his…
While all he wants is her heart.

The passage of time makes their future uncertain.
Will they be walking down an isle together
Or just in a park as friends?
Will they share a bed in love or in playful fun?

None of this is yet known…
Both have their desires, hopes and dreams
But with all of this, one thing is certain.
Teddie, I love you always and forever you will be with me.

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The deception of free verse Dreams II, Translation of L imposture du vers libre by Rene Etiemble

The deception of  “free verse”: Dreams II, Translation of Etiemble’s “L’imposture du vers libre” by T. Wignesan

“Free verse, free not to be verse” – Audiberti

My love is not blue like a lake
my love is not blue like a sky
but red swollen with blood
and of ire
No lapping sounds of oars
playing out a nocturne
Bienne lake or that of Bourget
ever beat out the loping of my heart
My love’s neither blue nor like a lake
nor like a sea of oil
In the cauldron of boiling oil
a witch throws in a thumb
and the formula
My witching love
sputters and bursts out
stinging these busts and this lip
Vehement like a she-demon
it dances in a mad whirl
My left temple
with the furious ocean
which rumbles under my pillow
What ships wreck in this sunken heart
still bleeding
of all the hearts it peeled
bleeding bodies of the young girl
And this heart weeps over its deaths
Like those on All Souls’ Day
the old hoary woman weeping
twisted up into wailing somersaults
which pad the cries of skeletons
clinging to rapacious granite
My heart beating on the pillow
muffles the voice of the friend
which begged the evening gone by
“Tell me it’s not over yet!”
And like the ocean cowardly
I collapse into my bed
to better listen to the tolling
of my temples and my heart
a delusionary
song of joy.

     Signed: Jean Louverné (pseudonym)
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2014 (Translation 

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Powder dreams and acid queens
Snow white bliss and razor 
Rails so thick your heart will 
Find your fix so you’ll succeed 
Uppers, downers, sweet cocaine
Every demon has a name
All that matters is the fight
To stay alive and in the light
It hurts so bad right through the 
You fear two words and that’s 
coke whore
Cut so deep to feel alive
With every shot you build your 
The fiery rush and burning lust
Nothing else matters f*** their 
A slip, a fall is all it takes
To see you land back on your 
The heart that breaks can’t take 
no more
Your soul is gone thrown on the 
The pills you pop the smack you 
The crack you cook the lines 
you toot
The midnight toke that liquid 
That blissful coke won’t be 
Rapping, tapping on your door 
Claiming your body take some 
A stressful day a slip from grace
A couple more makes my heart 
The walls cave in two worlds 
I wait in horror as my heart dies
A crash of sound a rush of red
Crimson tears are filled with 
The sirens fade and fall away
Too late for fate this ends today

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If He Only Knew

She thinks about him constantly
Sometimes, more than she wants to
Her thoughts get carried away
A life that only exists in her dreams
Memories of times they once shared
Days when they talked for hours on end
Through good times and bad
She longs for those times again
Distance has made life difficult
They both have tried to move on
He seems to have found someone new
But for her, no one compares
Her heart aches when hope fails
Times passes without a word
The days seem longer now
Sometimes, she can’t even sleep
She doesn’t understand 
Where is this man she once knew?
She fell in love with him long ago
Their fate seems twisted by distance
Each day brings renewed hope
Her heart still open to love
Hoping her pain will lessen
Destiny still in her dreams
If only he knew

Copyright © 2006   Shari E Davis

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it was ill thought, my idea spoken that sat in the trees that branched out unlit. i tried to keep it quiet,  when the finger on your lip  screamed out to me to shush  but the lit bodies in your multi toned hair never warned the raven black ravens, not to tell. the ones that took flight against a wallpapered sky  into a fully rounded moon. they squawked it to the clouds who warned the wind,  that blew it to the mountains  and they echoed it across the land. that's when the silence broke. but your other hand took the words away and still motionless they wonder what it was they knew.

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Jesus You Know His Heart

Once soft meadows so full of life,
now hold shadows, blocking the light.
Words unheard, and dreams untouched,
once your eyes laughed so much.
Distant sounds, still call your name,
within a body silenced by the game.
Love can't touch, and tears can't clean,
that part we know as self esteem.
Yesterdays of you, bring me joy,
recalling back when you were a boy.
Shiny blonde hair, and smiling blue eyes,
my heart forever hypnotized.
As tomorrow comes, and life goes on,
somewhere happiness must belong.
My prayer for you I humbly ask,
may light surround you within God's grasp.
A blessing for me, when you were born,
but somehow evil has sent this storm.
Jesus You know him, but he has lost his way,
hold him tight, don't let him stray.
Bring him safely to me once more,
as the waves get higher on unknown shores.
Lost is lonely, and screaming for help,
but I can't save him all by myself.
I give him to You, as I sit and cry,
a mother in pain, I cannot lie.
Your mother watched, as you died on a cross,
a mother in pain, for her son she had lost.
You gave her comfort, You called her name,
now I give You mine, my heart feels the same.
Bring him safely back into the flock,
as You guide a lost vessel from hidden rocks.
Let him know joy, let him feel rain,
as Your Love gently brings, my son home again.

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Hush now my lover
Come rest your head upon my shoulder
Let my arms league bring you closer

Quiet now my love
Or your tears will shred to my ruination
All the courage that I have

Let this soft caress to yours encompass
And do not hold upon the burning cup
It is so, how my lips are scorched

Come my love, disentangle your heart from this apart
Rest your weary self here
Lest this choke in my throat blister so
When I speak your name

It is for I; all the lovers under this sun
I see them of smiles and arm in arm
Rip my foot soles to desolation
I have no path to follow

Do not take on so, my lover
For if it must be, I will covet the lost
Of funeral marches

As for you, so I, for me, am not
In these seconds resplendent
In these minutes redundant
I to, hold upon the burning cup

To reek some revenge on your loneliness
I call God a fool !
And stand in defiant
Belligerent; should such love be squandered and sent to hell
I would stand, still
And call your name to the closing heavens
Tortured with some mercies over spill
And stab my accusation to the hearts of angels

Hush my lover, I beg
Your sobbing racks into every ounce of strength I have
And with gritted teeth inside my eyes
I can but cling to hope
And slowly die
With this forlorn and empty life

Please my love, should I fall amidst the briars
And my heart dig upon the shovels of graveyards
Spit rumored on tomb stones
And call all those other lovers liars

Come now, my bride, rest here
Follow me to these palatial dreams
Let us forget lifetime living
Let us forge inside an anvils breathing all that we desire

Hold fast to me my lover
Submit, rest, resplendent for our bravery
To look beyond hope and see beyond dreams
To the place where we were meant to be

Hush now my lover
Come rest your head upon my shoulder
Let my arms league bring you closer




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In her beauty she walks beside the water
Her reflection is found in its stillness
The quietness of her heart mirrors that of the pond 

Decisions made much earlier have left a void within
But still she has a quiet strength, and knowing
That what must be done will be done

She offers no excuses 
And feels no need for justification from others
And this has set her free

So many times her thoughts were consumed 
With satisfying the demands of others
Tugging on her heart like hungry pups at the teat
All wanted to be heard and gratified 

Twisted and pulled by the will of others
Had left her weary and troubled
Her freedom of choice a casualty 
Had died from neglect

The difference in her now had come
From a heart that for too long
Had been disregarded 

But now as she sat beside the mirrored pool
And looked deep into and within
A recognition came

She was enough

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Someone to hold me tight,
To laugh all through the night,
That’s what I want most in my life,
To be a mother, best friend, and wife.

I want to know
That someone’s always there for me.
I want it to show;
Our love will live forever, unconditionally.

Sometimes I think it was not meant to be,
I was never supposed to be truly happy.
Because everyone I love just walks away;
No one in my life decides to stay.

My heart is full with love to give,
Just waiting for the one.
I want to sing, I want to live,
To dance out in the sun.

I lost a part of me a while ago;
That part stays hidden, I do not show.
I don’t open up so easily, 
It takes some time to get to know me.

I’m afraid of getting close
Then getting my heart broken.
This is not the life I chose,
I leave things bottled in.

Sometimes so sad and I don’t know why;
All I want to do is cry.
I can’t forgive those that hurt me,
I just wish that they could only see.

The damage they have done to a child,
So innocent and pure.
Now heartbroken and emotions running wild,
So jaded and insecure.

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* Foot prints on the heart

A day comes when you know
the many people that have come
and gone have left you with
many foot prints on your heart.

The foot print treads imprinted
deep on the heart of one looking
at life differently through eyes,
open now wide taking everything in.

Eyes, once dark, lost, empty seeing
nothing but the ugliness life once held.
Escaping through the boarded up,
windows sealed with black paint.

Seeing the beauty all around embracing,
all that is seen, soaking it in like a sponge,
when wet holds all that it has soaked in.
releasing only when squeezed out.

The foot prints of the many people who,
have come and gone are the sponges
within her heart, squeezing out only the,
ones which held her captive for so long.

Others, she keeps tucked away within,
remembering all of them who have passed.
Their foot prints impacted on the heart of,
the one now with eyes wide open.

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Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:

You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a pound, or a ton.
They are but measurements.
They do not exist but in our understanding 
our understanding of what they are.
You can hold a stick that is an inch long.
Yet, it is only a stick, and not an inch.
You can see a tree that is a mile away,
but it is a tree and not a mile.
A pound of butter is only butter and the pound 
is but the measurement of its weight and is invisible.

So is the same for innocence and evil ;
Innocence is love in ones heart for others
and how far a heart can stray from love is evil. 

Measurements of love.

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Poetry Rebellion

What makes good poetry? Well, few can say;
But it's not up to the few to decide
One rule of thumb: don't be cliche
Or readers and critics will toss you aside;
But one must wonder: 
Can you rewet the dried?

If I rhyme, for example: 
I love you and blue
It's anyone's guess what the readers will do
But the way that I write, it is not repetition;
Consider it historic; poetic tradition
That only needs to be given new meaning
The words themselves will be redeeming.

Consider also:
I've no words to express...
I've seldom seen it, but cliche nonetheless.
Would it be so boring if I used new words,
Like: I've no words to express my love
Of  the birds and the way that they fly
 Across the sky.

Perhaps this approach is rather rash
I feel it may displease some
But inspiration is born when ideas clash
And I welcome what ideas may come
Even if this work is seen as trash,
Some poetry is better than none!

Besides, if everyone tries to be original,
Just like every other individual
Are they really being new?
How will they be part of the unique few?
I think  recycling the "old" is a solution
To making Poetic Revoulution.

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Framing Pictures

Poetry is my photographer's way of taking a picture,
my way of capturing the moments our hearts envelope
and need to express. It's a snap shot
of the before, in between and after seen now...

...What - I - felt,
What - she- thinks,
What - he - will - do...

...It encapsulates the heart of each poet's under-
standing for how to bring everything into words,
and  focuses the listener into a sure way of receiving
what others mean to roll into your camera.
The seconds passing can now embrace the all
of life AND time for you to have now...

...NOW can have more than the speaker standing
and the now that is spoken, but can release
the imagination to discover the realness of what
connects us all and en frame the totality of 
existence into this moment...

As the shutter shuts, you impress into the world ideas...
Ideas like love lost, or an oak tree in mid-autumn...
You can engage your heart to feel united to a teenager
who lived 350 years ago and bring her back to life...
as well as unlock and set free your terminal uniqueness
and end loneliness forever now,

...All you have to do is read and listen
and we can connect to each other....
maybe not this poem, maybe not the next...
let the shares become the film developing,
staying tuned in...
and everything you've ever been waiting to hear
can reach you!

...You can feel oneness with others,
ease the pillar of your soul,
comprehend your inhibitions,
put to rest your cravings,
or set loose your laughter...

...Time can angle your lens and catch what everything
looks like, but a poet can capture and increase
the moods and tones of the photo so you can 
FEEL what the picture looks like with one flash...
and cause a picture to breathe....

So......take a deep breathe...
rub yourselves into your clothes....
...feel the texture of all the material,
maybe on your thighs or your shoulders...
 go ahead and feel the texture of your own smile...
and welcome to the now, NOW...
right now.

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The NeverEnding Flame

The candle, which sets my heart aflame
The fire, which scorches my soul with your name
One question I ask of you, the truth if you please
Why’d you reject my light, when I’ve begged on my knees
Begged for your love, pleaded for you to me
Pleaded that on your mind, my heart would be
Did not thou see, the gifts I had in store
In order to spoil thy body and spirit galore
For now, that opportune has passed, for another is mine
This unfortunate heart forever loves at the wrong time
This new found torch, so angelically sweet
She warms my soul with her soothing heat
Her hues calming, her fumes embracing
A torch not planned for replacing
Although, with that said
Visions of an old flame roam the boundaries of my head
A flame never proclaimed dead, for loving you still I do
The candle, the fire, the NeverEnding Flame that burns for you

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Only You

As a yellow bird sings gaily
On a balmy summer day,
Crooning melodies so sweet
That honeybees stop and stare,

So my heart beats for you.

Like a solitary snowflake
Floating slowly to the ground,
Shining brightly, silver flare,
A majestic masterpiece,

So my heart beats for you.

As a solid oak stands regally
In earthen permanence,
Deeply rooted in the ground,
Unmoved by changing times,

So my heart beats for you.

‘Til my lungs are filled no more,
‘Til my heart beats its last,
‘Til my soul departs this body,
And from dust to dust returns,

My heart beats for you…

Only you.

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a-mused at 5:37 pm pst

flits on fairy green wings
sits atop my river of dreams
sings & enchants me
tearing torn flesh from my seams
feeding this flood
a unique pattern to rhythm
a blood-fed schism
by low breaths in the lightess morning

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Dreams upon the Bay

At the beginning of the pier as I gaze outward,
My path appears narrow, straight also so definite.
Cascading light, showed far away shadows, un-brightly.
Precious clouds portray, a show, remembering the night.
Shallows, which shimmer on each side of my walking pier,
Have such images, bringing darkness, pressing upward.
Mocking my memories, discoloring forward thrust,
I slowly walk closer the images grow bolder.
The faded beauty, which I first saw before me, quakes,
Its’ reflections, at first reaching the pier of my life,
The light begins to concave as I go closer, end.
Broadening outward, beckoning me to follow, now,
Both beauty and darkness haunting me, this moonlit night,
As good and evil, being opposites, thus challenge.
Equally, our night dreams must survive upon the bay.

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Yume Seken (Part I)

Search your heart now
Now tell me the truth
Do you want to be with me forever?
You are always on my mind
I think of you constantly
If you should ask the same question
Then you should know my answer
Lets take it to the next
And let me ask you another question
Baby would you stay with me
On this planet?
Babi step with me into the vortex
Now that you are...
With me...
On this planet

You don't know
How often I wish
That you were with me most of the time
I wish to hold you
I wish to touch your 
Soft, beautiful skin
Now everywhere I go
I see illusions
Illusions of you
That make my heart jump
Now I truly understand
What love is now

You're always on my mind...

I know I told you that I'd wait
But to tell the truth, it's near impossible
Because I can't stand to be separated
From you for a few minutes
But hearing your voice
Almost everyday
Makes it easier for me to last
And to say thank you for your help
I'm going to give something back

Just name anything
That you want
And I won't stop until I get it for you
I'd like to see you happy
That way I know I'm doing my job
Just name anything
That you want
I'd try to grant your...
Biggest wish
I'll push myself to my limits
Just so you can have it

Sure at first it seemed as if I didn't love you
But that was because I was foolish
And also because I was protecting meself...
Protecting myself from being hurt again
But you changed my opinion in less than a few minutes
And you are the only girl that's able to change me
If it weren't for you, I'd probably be lost
And I'd like to love you forever...
I'll love you... I'll always...
Love you forever...
I know for a fact that you love me as well
And now I show it more than I used to
Now that I've found my true love
Will you stay with me on this planet?

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I Write

I write…
I write of many things- tangible and intangible
My faith and ideals, work and play
My life and loves; my successes and failures, too
Of war and peace and material things
A million thoughts throughout the day
Transform into forms and shapes
And my heart speaks its truths
Which crowd the corners of my mind
At times fiercely threatening to riot!,
It is then I pause and listen, as it seems they
Attempt to burst heart and mind at the seams!
And no recourse do I have then, 
So eagerly, joyfully, I open wide, the gates!
I see them charge onto paper or electronic screen!
'Sweet freedom'! They seem to shout triumphantly, 
In their final escape from emminent death! 
They escape the endless holding cells
Then disburse throughout the universe
Seeking to inspire, console, bring some smiles
To feed weary souls of fellowmen.
 I write because it brings me untold joy!
I am a poet

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Upon the Edges Shadows Fall

blank-faced the page calls
each pounded pore of rice waits 
brush tips dance on pointed toe 
or fall like curtains
stark poser of questioned light
much more is left than finished

softer surface calls 
needle prick the skin of white
adorning torsos and limbs 
shaded dragon roil 
as biceps flex and uncurl 
much more is left unfinished

sea green stones of jade
shade and shadowed by chisel
leaves and limbs of trees precise
form rows dark and light
frozen forests unmoving
much more is left unfinished

First Published in Eunoia Fall of 2014

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number 10.)
Appropriations will be cost effective only when mass production is labeled'for 
esthetic use only'.
number 9).
All committee decisions must be based on my own and no one elses.
The 'sleek new modern' must be based on Baroque precepts that stem from 
facistic-anarchical individualistic expression over the state.
The media is to be tightly controlled based on my novel
There is no number 6.
number 5).
The deliniation of taste will be non linear.
number 4).
I will be awash with cash I now don't have.
number 3).
Teenage angst will be programmed into everyone well into their eighties.
number 2).
There may be a number 2 in a parallel universe.
And the number one result When Artists Finally take over the World is........

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Autumn Cannibalism (1936)

Heads propped aloft by the crutch of dogmatic belief,
savoring each other, feasting upon flesh--
     knife and fork,
     delicate spoon.

Each course far from complete, they gorge through
eroded faces, evidence of features strewn to rot in the
     panic of the fading sun.

Hugging like chums until folded into one writhing
mass, they remain dexterous enough to balance an apple:
     proof of perilous symmetry.

In the distance, the white mission weeps under the
weight of the impending torrent.
     Even the mercy of the mountains
     can't protect from the ruin of man.

Inspired by Salvador Dali (1904-1989)

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Battered by the storms of life and looking for relief.
I walked into the house of God and who on earth did I meet?
There stood a man in a pretty suit with a Bible in his hand.
Words to heal, words to sooth and a balm in Gilead.

His words poured out like thunder. 
They tore my heart asunder.
They crushed my heart into.
What on earth could I do?

Should I sit within the pew and never say a word?
Or should I launch back at him to show him I don’t  scare?
Should I sit with a very straight face?
Or should I stand and walk out at a fast pace?

Members applauded as he spoke with grace.
I could not even look upon the smirk on his face.
Wounded in the house of God this just should not be…
Wounded in the house of God how painful can that be???

An actual incident that happened in 2005. Poem was started but never finished 
until today. I have learned men are human too and they do make mistakes. We 
must find that place of forgiveness and move on.
Psalms 141:5-Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness…

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False Happiness

Four years blind-sighted I followed your growing shadow
Hand on heart, bright lights luminated our pathway
Without even knowing it's changed
I walked beside you in darkness.

Only you know if it was Real or not,
I cannot tell anymore.
How dense was the substance behind your words "I love you"
Doing anything and everything for them, I learned that was love.

Do you know my heart? 
All I saw was you, I should've known better 
But all my heart knew was to love you
In the moments we shared together, I wanted to give you my all.

Love entrenched in my soul
Giving me strength to accomplish anything, for Us.
I’d erase even all your painful memories.
Laughter and hardship together, my bright smile to change your world.

If happiness was truly deep-woven into your heart
You would have fought.
No battle to begin with,
Fate has played a trick on us.

Feelings showered of happiness was truly false
For you to let go/surrender so easily
Our time together has been a disguise how unhappy you were
This path shouldn’t have been walked on

Little by little, small memories are being drawn inside our hearts
I'll demand my heart to stop feeling those pricks
Unconditional is only a word
I cannot be with someone who looks at love so little.

We could have found success together
You fool

P.S. Don't patronize me that our time together was only a good moment.

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Heart for a heart

When you say a little pray at night
Wishing for all the best you could get in life
Somehow your imagination summons you
Have you ever been in love but it’s neglecting you

When you feel that everything is perfect
No pain, no tears, no fight but love
As time goes by and the truth comes into sight
The person you love turned to love someone else

Heart for a heart just as soul for a soul
There’s nothing pure than the love itself
But can a heart show you which one is true
Love that never fades and never brakes

Is there a heart for a heart?

A couple of doves flying around in the sky
Guiding his mate to find a better place to stay
But will somebody find a perfect person to love
When heart sometimes fooling around with your mind

It’s written in the air if you could see it through
That there’s somebody for every one of us
The energy to build intimacy is placed in each heart
But there’s also energy to break a pure love

Nowadays people are faking with their feeling
And love is just a game for all the love players
Be fond of teasing a little bit but hurt a lot of more
Will there be a heart for a heart?

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In a Risky Rhythm

She kissed the kiln and fired her tongue
in sparks which lit the rhythm stream
and reeked of rancid gasoline
and the blue of honest fire
She danced in shoes of kerosene
her heels in flint, her soles in sheen
as barefoot she would always be
to tattoo the earth with toe prints
She missed the mark and shot the sun
(which swallowed the fire come undone)
and swept up ashes noon 'till night
with anklets of turquoise and jade
She riddled wars and froze the moon
In silence, she slept on pitch and ink
and gained momentum for her dance
on edges burnt risky with rhythm.

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The Burning Canvas

   crispy verbs you let me use 
after you were done
ironed out by my tongue
nestled between my cheek
and gum
Spit  brown
tobacco  sounds
rolled and chewed 
imbued with your borrowed life
spat out  against the 
burning canvas of  my mind

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               Caress my face, 
               with gentle hands
                  In throes of 


                  Blazing forth,
          my heart is guarded here.
       Do you touch the whole of me
        or what you choose to see?

                  (is agony)

               Where I stand,
             You see my face,
            You are so in love
          with what rests there.
    What of dreams, what of hopes?
      Do you know my lonely heart?
   Where am I when you look at me?

                 (is agony)

        Standing in a dark room
           Crying from this hurt,
          Tired of being judged
            on what rests here,
        on a face that tells no story.
          My heart is where I live.
                 The real me.
           The one you don't see.

                (is agony)

          You make me breathless,
        And I feel my heart speed up
           In mindless pleasure,
              that you give me.
      No one makes me feel this way!
           I feel so empty, lost.
          Like your eyes rest on
         and I must live in a world
                 surrounded by


     Take me away from chains, and
           Hide me from this curse.

                   (is agony)

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The Heart of a Thousand Souls

We are-
The heart of a thousand souls
Therefore, no one knows
The stories that go untold 
As our lives unfold
And as the tale goes
Our lives are being froze
In the scheme of our every dream
Must command, must control
What occurs inside
Where we sometimes hide 
Our pride
And of our face and name
We are often ashamed
Shall we remain 
A slave of our own blame?-
Where as, let us refrain
From this game
But let us roll life’s dice
Once more
Let us take a stand for 
The emotional being 
In that which you are now seeing
The love
The hate
The shame
The blame
The joy 
The pain
Through every romance
Through every circumstance
Through our souls, we advance
The heart of the soul 
We express  
How we are cursed
And how we are blessed:
So we’re taking you on a journey
To the bottom of our pits
And you just might find light
In the shadows of our abyss

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Thy Heart Go's Out to Thee

Thy heart go's 
out, out to thee.

For thy will still be here,
even when thou is not for me.

I want thee to know, 
That thine will loveist thou 
with all thy heart and soul.

Thy heart go's out to thee.

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My Love for Thee

My Love for thee will always be.
For your love is what sets me free,
you were so sweet you swept me
off my feet.
My heart went pitter patter and the
beat became such a treat.

My love for thee will always be.
First love the kind that dazes and
crazes the emotions and mind.
Pinch me please make sure you
find it is me inside and not just 
someone blind.

My love for thee will always be.
For you are all that my heart and eyes can see.
First love that engaged you and me.
The certain look in each other’s eyes.
Exasperated moments of lows and highs,
your love has me always in a sigh.

Pinch please and you will see,
my love for you will always be.
It will always be you for me.
Love is blind but my heart is not.

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Freyja's Rival

Freyja’s Rival

( And may the Great Queen of the Norse Forgive me )

It’s a sun scintillation of a today
The sky a sharp atmospheric
Crystal blue chimes
Reaches to the untold dominion of stars

Crisp light softens the out shouting colours
Temperance to dancing whispers
“Quiet now” says the Sun
“Other lovers are out shinning today”

Your eyes a sparkling flash of azure
Smiling so long and so deep
Happy has anchored itself
On your complicit lashes
And you are far too beautiful
For my heart to withstand

Such captivating mysteries of an Elfin legend
They say that Freyja was Queen of the North
The Gods had blessed her
With flaming hair
She was the desperate love
Of many a brave warrior

The sun licks her fire inflamed
And prances with breezes
Lifting your curls and locks in scattered incendiaries
Flows red with the blood heated in my veins

Would that I could see you now 
Standing there naked
And bathed in your glory
My nymphet Queen
Sure that those shades
Are the boundaries of your purple Burgundies wings
Striking their flutter
On the bright surroundings of living green

But I must content myself
In the curves of your pale blue chiffon
Knowing that the Norse Queen is a little jealous
Of the Queen of the South

For a mother and a woman have left me so impressed
That loves ever pull egress
To your direction
Repeats in my soul
Its forgone conclusion

And there beneath an old grand oak
We sat and littered the picnic table
With all manner of fairy cakes
And sipped on the wine
The sweet wine of our life
In your sparkling laughter of this days happiness
You were more magnificent
Than any Elfin Princess

And anymore love my heart could contain
Would pour from my chest
And race giggling to the dizziest heights
Of sharp atmospheric crystal clear blue
Reaching out to the dominion of stars
To call out your name

To be sure

They would hear me

My love

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MidNight Condensation

I am elevated to high most unseen
the view of the heavens peaceful and serene

however I am but a man flawed in many ways
my soul battered bruised and frayed

I do but seek shelter from the heat of my own damnation
the moisture building up inside me like condensation

every waking moment is a mix of pain and pleasure
the little complexities of life that we once liken to treasure

all of me is all that is left, and is all that I despise
I see but no wisdom in my own eyes

I see no light hovering above my head
just the moist dank dark, the horror and dread

my spoils have left nothing but traces of dew
I run over to what's left to savor all that's left what little few

I am but again victim to my own demise and damnation
a fool to drown in his own midnight condensation 

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I’m too caught up in
your dabs of red and purple
to step back and see
the flowers you claim
to have created.

“It shall be a Masterpiece
worthy of the Louvre,”
but I can’t do anything
except watch you repeatedly dip
the brush in the colors of your lies 
and throw them at the canvas.
“I’m painting you, my love.”

I saw your pencil sketches, 
but only began to fear 
when you began to make them permanent,
dragging oils across my
indistinct image.

Now all I can see is
my reflection in the frame,
squinting, trying to make
sense of it all as
you’re phoning the gallery.

“A Masterpiece,
behold my creation,
the perfection of the form
in divine inspiration!
My colors, my themes,
in perfect combination.”

As though you need them
to define me.

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A brush

She rested upon the edge of her desk, lifeless for there was no paint in her hair
The world arose and it too did set in light to her view
Lonely she wept, as the paint teased her emotions, and tears did flow 
Greens and yes many blues
Lost, no direction the canvas yelled in agony, for fear of emptiness
Her only desire to be caressed by the hair of the brush
Beauty would be the medium, the track to unite the brush that just sat and the weeping canvas
Blank, no message emotionless for color was no where to meet the eye
Tears made the oil-based paint thin to water-color and yet not a single stroke to joy
The brush saw the crying canvas, it rose to her foot and gently dried the canvas tears of fear
Her color did stay
A heart it formed, love was to display
Alas a love that would for ever stay
Like a tatto, for a lifetime there
Her hair brushed and brushed
The canvas smiled with joy it revealed
A huge heart and they called it love
Ink grew and time stood still
For the power is countless to a strong will
The brush paused, it dried
Dead in color her message lives on til this day
In many hearts a canvas weeps, awaiting the beauty of art
Comeforth and reveal its love

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Father Time

Tick, tock goes the clock
The hands go ‘round
And never stop
Time does fly
So says the wise
The children always
Ask them why
For when still young
Time passes slow
Why this is
I just don’t know
But as we age
And by now we see
That time speeds dramatically;

The months pass like days
The years I’ll forever fear
For as each one passes
I know the end is ever near
I’m not afraid of dying
I know God will take me Home
I’m not afraid of flying
That will be left up to my soul
But what I am afraid of
And what it is that scares me so
Is the thought of losing those I love
And thought of growing old
But time does pass for all alive
There’s just no cheating 
Father Time

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Definition of Love

I ask myself...what is love? But the answer...the answer never comes Tonight, sitting alone with nothing but my thoughts to keep me warm I wonder what love is I wonder if his heart aches for me I ask myself...what is love? Am i the only soul that is unsure? There were lovers Ones i could've loved, thought i'd loved A brief comfort, a warm embrace And a chilly, forgetful goodbye in the end Lovers they're called...why? Lovers they are not, for my heart did not cry when they left I ask myself...what is love? Songs try to describe it As if the music can make you feel it Poems..they try to make you understand As if words on a page can come to life Only he can make me feel it Only my heart can make me understand I ask myself...what is love? I think it visits us in our dreams That's where it takes hold That's where we realize something is missing Where the heart aches for the first time Waiting...always waiting for the one who will make it go away So still...i wonder what love is If his heart aches for me I ask myself...what is love? Tonight, tonight i am ready for an answer So i close my eyes, and relinquish my dreams to him The one place i can go and know he'll be there Know that he'll find a way to make me see I ask myself...what is love? It's getting butterflies when you know he's on his way Trying to speak through the lump in your throat when he's leaving Dreaming of him, Then wishing it was real when you wake up It's the goosebumps that appear Before his fingertips even touch your skin And the sigh that escapes when they finally do Seeing his picture, and praying if you stare at it long enough He might actually appear Its the warmth that takes you over when he looks into your eyes And the fire that burns when you realize what he's thinking Hearing his heartbeat And smiling when you feel it's the same as yours Its how your knees forget how to hold you up when he kisses you And how you melt into him when he pulls your closer Feeling happier than you have ever thought possible It's finding yourself denying sleep when he's holding you in bed Just so you can feel him breathe And watch him dream not regretting one moment you spent with him It's missing him before he's gone And pulling him in for one last kiss..ten times Counting down the minutes, hours, days or months until you see him again It's knowing you'll survive if he should ever leave for good But hating that you'll never really live again Stuck..always stuck re-living those precious moments Forever I ask myself...what is love? And i answer... He is love He is my love

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My Heart

Last week, I went out with some friends
Danced every dance with another man
Drank far too much, I must confess
Thought I could fool myself, I guess
Into believing I am over you
But my heart knows the truth

My heart is not over you
My heart can’t seem to forget
Not my heart, not yet

Called up one of my old boyfriends
Asked him to come by to see me and then
Remembered how much I still miss you
Didn’t want him to see me this blue
Why can’t I get over you
Cause my heart knows the truth

My heart is not over you
My heart can’t seem to forget
Not my heart, not yet

Got new makeup and my hair done 
Planned to go out and have some fun
Put on that red dress and thought of you
Still hurts even though we are through
Don’t guess I will ever get over you
Cause my heart knows the truth

My heart is not over you
My heart can’t seem to forget
Not my heart, not yet

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Memories are like flowers
When the bright petals fall
The heart is webbed by powers
Of seeds growing at the wall
And so the times your lashes
Dance, with every smile and glance
The heart giggles and splashes
Drunken from sips of chance
To breathe your beauty 
And believe your flirting
While in the pew of sanity
I hide the subtle hurting
What was that desire, that love bright
That still come haunting me last night?

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Her Crush

She turned to see the look in his eyes
Then bowed her head and turned to cry.
For she knew in her heart he would never be hers
Her feelings could not be put into words.
All she felt was the urge to die,
But there she stood and wondered why.
Why couldn't he feel the same way? 
Could she make it through another day?
She never felt a feeling so strong
But then her friends had proved her wrong.
They reminded her of all the guys
Who in the past had made her cry.
But she had so easily got over them,
Why couldn't she get over HIM?
Was it his smile,
Or his everlasting gaze,
That made her heart become ablaze?
AS the weeks slowly passed
Anther guy's heart she grasped.
Yet she did not feel the same way,
That phrase 'i love you' seemed so cliche.
So she never said it back,
And her love for him forever lacked.
So in this circle that never ends,
Another door opens
And passion begins.

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Confused Heart

I don't know why you insist on loving me
Because you won't receive it back fully
I'm not so used to the subject
A part of my heart is saying, "I don't love you!"

You can't sleep at night because you're worried 
About me...
But let me say that I'm very important
You wont leave me alone, you're in my way
And I cannot have that
Its fine that we're friends but we...
Cannot go any further than that

But you'll have a nice life
You'll find someone to be in your life
Because I am nothing but trouble...

However you insist that love is stonger
But tell me why people get hurt everyday
It is because of this so-called-thing love
That's hurting everyone, me, and you

Just because I choose not to love you
In that way...
Doesn't mean that I don't...
Think of you every now and then

You'll have a nice life
You'll find someone to be in your life
Becase I am nothing but trouble...

I don't know why you insist on loving me
Because you won't receive it back fully
I'm not so used to the subject
A part of my heart is saying, "I don't love you!"
I don't know why you insist on loving me
Because you wont receieve it back fully
I'm not so used to the subject
So just drop it please
However you insist that love is stronger
It maybe in a fantasy world
However we live in reality
And a part of my heart is saying, "I don't love you!"

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Ready and Waiting

I’m ready and waiting to find your love again
Ready to be the one your heart lets in
How great was my sin that caused you much pain
From you my mind was gone, but my heart remained
So hard to maintain, so hard to refrain
From cursing the God and the heavens above
For I have lost my one and only love
But because, of my stupidity, I caused my humility
Literally, my heart was torn in two
How could I ever hurt you?!
Now this has caused us to regrettably separate
Has my own foolishness sealed our love’s fate?
As I sit and contemplate, I imagine the time
When your heart will once again become mine

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your love is slick
and your love is ...pooling,
i cannot help but slip
your heart is a fire
and your heart is... a rock.
i cannot help but hold
be burned.
your stare is ice
and your stare is... transparent
i cannot help but read
your love is slick              
and your love is pooling... 

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Rough Draft Disposed

Diversified, she sat upon the page
a tiny dot of incoherence brushed into the ink
She wondered how she got so small
and stretched to reach an "A", 
the brink
which started the sentence of her life,
a thousand words to hide away.
While she studied the paper rift
she noticed the fibrous weave
of every white of every letter
to chalky dust inhaled to breathe
She split herself into twenty times two
and walked the page a struggle
So tired and broken of breath and lung
she scattered and sunk to ink
to sleep, to weep, to wallow and keep
every thought that she dared yet to think
And while the wind caught up the page
and settled it into a pond
she gathered herself in her incoherence
and wrote herself into beyond.

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The Pen is Just So Much Mightier

I could never explain how I feel
On air, waves of sounds escaping what I could no longer hear
Aggravation lingers on the tongue
How it burns, perpetually, embedding anger on taste buds
I will remember the taste of defeat, eternally 
Dull, so Dull, hums this high pitched 
If I can't tell my story in the voice that I want to
I’d rather be silent 

The pen flows so easily
Blackest  inks stain my felt tip
Passion! How it twists my heart into complicated
Mazes, interlocking, crisscrossing
		Things I’ve never thought of before
The blood of contemplation runs clear as diamonds caught in eclipses  
Torrents of ecstasy, 
		Free	falling 	
    Ged rocks, waterfalls, creating Prisms
		Bam, Bam, Bam 
Relives pressures on joints that hold
Industrial hearts together, oil may no longer ease this
New age technological emotion on addictive highs
I never even knew of until I thought about it 

Two Double Oh Seven for sure

I consider myself to be something
I’m not really sure of
But I do love to imply mystery in reflections that others see
Honestly, complexity isn’t my best asset, only others believe this is what I am
As long as I believe in what I stand for
It is fine if my tongue flails but my pen soars


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Musical Ownership

Plucking at the metal strings
Thumping vibration pulsing the air
Tuba all classy and dancing with bass
Suddenly silence, the palette bone bare

The voice of the infinite instrument
settles the band and elates
You're singing and smiling and lifting the sky
while the keys all turn toward you and burn, concentrate

The piano is weighted by words
and is stretched to it's lengths by your thoughts
Trills and crescendos rise up to the rafters
and are swept up by currents and caught

Softly the background emerges
All of the instruments humming in time
Flooding the stage and the audience skin
and right at this moment I know you are mine

Mine to dream dreams to and smile
Mine to tuck into my heart
A flood of vibration to linger and last
This music which touched me and tore me apart...

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Random Thoughts

I picture myself flying 
past the city limits
floating off into oblivion
with nothing but clarity ahead
I am Free.

Sitting here with my imagination
running off like a black stallion
thinking about what my hand would look like
painted in wild, exotic colors
I am Dreaming.

The world is so strange 
how did we get to this strange point
has evolution gone astray
or is this the way the world is meant to be
I can See.

To learn to question is to learn to think 
for we chose our own path 
do not follow the imprudent way
for something greater awaits you
I am Learning.

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Every morning a man is seen to climb upon a hill

His mission there to bare witness 
To the suns flooding as she rises 
Her painted fires airbrushed dawning through the skies
He stands alone upon the grassy barrow 
Gathering every thought and fibre 
Every nuance of the unknown marrow 
His bodies longings for his lover

The colours of the sunrise splash his passion 
Peaches suffuse azure washing blues
When the dawning orb breaks its tethered anchor
In her flaming pinks and fiery hues
Lifting his spirit from the ground 
All his soul he has encompassed
To an echoes welling plume of sound
From his throat and from his heart felt
And from a smile bathed in saddened tears
It issues from his lips all his happiness and his pain
He stands alone upon the hilltop
Brought there by the echoes 
Which always sound the same
With one lasting supplicant breath
And calls out to forever
Echoes every syllable of
Her name

Shouted out for a life he once new
Called to a life he never lived
Turned this echo to a sorrow
By a curious cuckoos tourniquet of fate
He turns to watch his shadow
And carry on his day
Descends again to the waiting meadow
But in the niche of every hour
And in the edge of all his smiles
Lays a sadness to vague to remember
Dormant in the corners of his eyes

Yes the day is filled with loving
In the patience of his hands
And his heart is given over
For living while he can
But in the shadows of the evening
The dusky moon upon the rise
A distant voice is calling
Sees the reflection of her eyes
When his heart is turned to ponder a quietly burning flame
Hearing how the echoes upon their returning
Are whispering 
His name

While the forgetful night is passing
In reincarnates senses dreaming
His breathing then beseeches
The pillow of his prayers
And as the day comes on a dusting
Airbrushed dawn of coloured peaches
Washes the flaming azure of her eyes
All those words return upon their longing
Baring witness to the dawning skies
Brought there by the echoes
Which always sound the same
And written in his calling to the new sunrise
Echoes there forever
Every syllable of 
Her name


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The Dream Of An Incomplete Heart

Did you even think of me while I missed you
Your words said long ago echo through my ears
The vision of you picture haunts me
Your beautiful eyes, warm and loving
Looking at me through the miles
My heart melts while I look at you
My body tingles at the thought of you
Feelings dead for too many years
Come to life when I hear your name
I dream of you
Desire you
Look forward to loving you
But time will tell
I will never give up
My heart tells me
It has been but half a heart
Needing you to be complete
I am yours
I have been yours through a thousand lifetimes
I will be yours for a million lifetimes to come

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Awakening,   cocooning
The air with tenderness,   breathing,
As it waters arid grounds,   speaking,
As it drenches the air with harmonious sounds, it makes
One succumb the soul, 
It makes one
Thank God…

Nature’s divinity,   as 
It enraptures me,   liberating 
My soul from earth’s dimness and

In its arms I am,  and 
Within its embrace I’ll eternally be…

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To Write Your Best

To write the finest poem that your heart and mind permit
You must let go of yourself and earthly bonds, dream vocally
Speak aloud in your mind of feelings, both good and bad
Let the words overcome you, present themselves to you
Take them, rearrange them and stir in deep meaning
Thereby touching on the heart of something that matters so
In other words, to write that one, that special one, let yourself go

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Intrepidly through her eyes

Though my eyes my have dark circles
And my hands have become hardened and blotchy from life
My worth is valued
I have seen the discarded past of war and men 
Progress accelerated through fields of gold 
But at heart I am not old 
I may sit by the window dressed in holiday attire 
And my legs have become thin as wire 
Amongst the fragrant lilies my family gave me to watch
I smell the dreaded aroma of mossback clothes 
Fermenting old pudding idle and stale left in the bowl 
But at heart I am not old  
I hear the cries of sadness weeping into the afternoon 
Have they cursed themselves for their inability to roam?
Helplessly strapped into a existence alone 
Time passes with the speed of molasses 
Lying beside the bed are the old mans glasses   
But at heart I am not old 
Human suffering lost floating in their room 
In need to rest for this weary soul entombed 
I can still remember parts of my younger days 
My husband and the children we raised
Though I struggle to stand tall
I won’t fall 
But at heart I am not old 

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Yearning For You

If I know what you want 
I would give it to you
How about the moon
A bandit I will become
Disguised as the wind
I will quickly steal it from the sky
And hand it to you
I don’t know what you want
I haven’t a single clue.

My heart you already have
Maybe I gave it too soon
Because all you did was take it
And break it in two
I tried to sew it together
But the cut was made too deep
Every time I think of you
Throbbing pain burst open
The wound I try to conceal

If you pour your love upon it
It will begin to heal
But all I can do for now
Is keep yearning for you

I close my eyes, I see you
You star in all my dreams
I will wave my magic wand
Darn, you are still there
A handsome tattoo etched on my mind
What can I do next? 
To make you disappear
To erase you from my life
I see you everywhere

The tears my eyes are shedding
Is nothing compared to the river
My waning heart is raining
My weeping heart is stained
With excruciating pain
If I was physically harmed
The doctor could patch me up 
The yearn I feel for you
Few will understand 

How did you reach in
So incredible deep
Each heart should come with a sign
“Fragile, easy to break
Handle with care!”
That could have saved me 
Nights of sleepless tears
But for now I must suffer
Yearning for you

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Dreamy Haze

Grasping my soul into its mystery,
Leaving me motionless, breathless,
Wanting to breathe more of its
Aroma, its sensation, its 
Mystified, encrypted feelings…

It’s my devotion, 
It’s my colorful ocean,
It’s the web of my emotions…
Smiling, as I meditate
My uncontrolled enthusiasm…
My beautiful fervor, my passion…

A-h-h! As its hymns play,
Harmoniously, its words begin to say
All the things in which I want to hear,
Words that draw my manifestation…

Between the hazy mists I sit,
Watching tiny droplets of water
Condense with tenderness on my skin...
Slithering, as new worlds of words
Begin to form within…

Dreamy haze in which I feel alive,
Take me into thee,
Where no one can revive
Me from this ecstasy, from
 My life’s fantasy…


Everything in me,  and
Everything destined to be…


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The First Painting

Though heavens open in sluice, hitherto
     First light trippingly carving out
          Slivering wisped skies bewailing
               Elevating perception in voiceless misery
Perceiving faith…

A pioneering masterpiece fashioned
     Nature’s initial exhibition 
          Leisurely comes to pass on high
               In illuminated celestial vividness
Astonished in allay…

Suspended absolute fleeting swiftly
     Virtuous prismatic watercolors
          Chorused seraphic pealing
               Heralded upon soft zephyrs
Promise acquiescing…
                         Divine stroked rainbow

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Submerge Me

Leisurely walking towards it,
My heart pounds with excitement 
As I walk into this perpetual

It tenderly touches my feet, as
Goosebumps begin to
Drench my body…
A shiver in my spine refreshes me, 
As hairs on the back of my neck stand up,

Its arms get closer to me
And embrace my trembling body;
 The scent of surrounding lavender flowers
Increase with the breeze,

I breathe the odor of perfection,
As the sky brightly shimmers
With the gentle light of the sun,

I spread my arms, as if I were
A free bird, a symbol of liberty;
Melodies in the air began to chant,
The harmonious mixture of feelings
Was captivating, 

I continued walking,
As it continued soothing my soul,
With its magical, delightful, wonderful
Harmonies that enchant the mind,

Venturing my life, I walked further,
Knowing how precious it is…
To me,
It’s something called everything…

I walked even further,
Feeling its sympathy…
A-h-h! Sweet empathy; it’s
 A surrounding of everlasting comfort,

Emotions poured from the sky,
Cascading into its waters…
Particles of its smooth sand
Slithered on my skin…

Its waters that reflect the gleaming sunlight,
Its azure sky, its golden sand, and
Every single aspect of it…
Sedates my soul,

“Let your waves hold me for eternity...”
For in its arms,
My sorrow no longer can be.

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The Poison of Love

Love is a poison that kills the heart and soul, 
It forces the heart to yean for it's own death,
Beating faster and faster as the kiss poisons the body.

Love is a snake that coils through our system, 
Poisoning every organ, 
Crippling the brain, 

Love is the Memories.
They cry the poison,
It bleeds from the eyes of the hopeless,
It causes a summersault of pain that churns the stomach.

It's the gauche walk of the drunken lover,
The jealous want of the free life alone with
The one who poisoned you.

Warped thoughts menace those who stand
In your way from the poison addiction.

Dead and scared is the heart,
Black is the soul
When the poison is cleaned from the mind.

Evil is love and, oh, how it hurts
Never does the poison bring peace,
It is our Death.
Our downfall.

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Sins from within

   They say follow your heart 
    Yet if I follow it I will sin
     I want him so much
     I would snatch him just like
          I could a gucci bag
          But my conscience goes 
           So I flow and I flow
           All the while wondering 
             If I should abide by these laws
              They say don't drink
               People praise the lord 
                Yet still get tipsy
              It makes no sense to me 
                 He notices everything
                Does he notice 
               That I've been bruised deep inside 
                   Sometimes the cut hurts so badly
                     I cannot hide it
                        They say always be real
                          But if I relinquish my facade
                          I doubt anyone would be there
                              To see the real me 
                                The one who wore her bleeding 
                                    Heart right in the open for everyone to see 
                                       I seal it up nice and neatly
                                        Put a band aid were it's leaking
                                            I'm a good girl at heart
                                          But my gushing heart 
                                            Is depleating 
                                            I don't want to release the sins within me
                                                   It's becoming harder as the years go by
                                                         To sit by and pretend that I am not dark
                                                          It's just no one ever see's that part
                                                              Let's hope the band aid is made of crazy glue 

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Center of nothing

This is the center
of all my work
I write one line
before and after each line
and you will see
when you place my lines of other poems in between
this is my reality coming undone
for this is my center

For I am but a fool
out to trick myself
I am a clown
stuck in the middle
of something
and somewhere
wondering what else?

This is the key
of what i said before and after
the reality of my craft
and the solutions
to all my upcoming endless 
psycho babble chapters
of genies and wishes
and batters and pitter patter

This is the center
I'm spiraling out from
a line above and below
to read between
each piece
a true obviousness
of limited wonder and laughter
and hanged men

For this is just the middle
of everything
but it's not really
so this is my disguise
of a confession

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Flowering Gardens

    Walk amidst
The flowers
        Waves of bright
Color overwhelm you
        The air is redolent with their scent
The sun sends 
It's smile down to greet us
       Here in the garden one can
       Know peace
       Here in the garden
       Life takes on a different hye
       The air is vibrant 
We meet 
In this 
Let's hope it's 
      For the 
Last time

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The boy inside

It was early April and his day was just to begin
Fresh from tears he rose to his feet
The morning mist sprinkled a chill down his back, again she would fail
As in his vision nothing stood between
Hard, trying to fit
Always in sight fo what was to come his way
Many hearts came to judge
But he stood still with a dream to find his real love
In a quest he took off
Cast after cast he bit
Never understanding why so many fell
His heart grew big, and golden to his chest
Elegance for he wanted to be
Flowers he brougth her, only to see the world was real
How many kisses could one steal
Yet the kiss he yearned for the most he never got
A joy to prentend
Another heart to amend
Who would call to his joy
An angel?
He stood to his moon
His hope of a better place, alone
No one came, he wept the night away into dusk
Falling lower and lower
Breathing only to live, he saw nothing ahead
A dead end, a narrow path
Again Romeo was in his mind to chant in romance
To speak of love the way no one else could
He found a medium of self-fulfilment
And he went on to speak of love
Many whom payed audience saw the talent that walked on his verse
Many too did doubt, but he went on
A boy, longing to be a man
Love took him by surprise
He was a boy inside

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   I am me
Do U like what U see? 
I wish some secrets could be washed away
     Just tell me 
I heard from so and so that i'm pretty
  But I've never heard it directly
    Family and friends don't count
         They would never call me ugly
             The mirror tells one story
            I hear so many different opinions
               When I look in the mirror I feel confused
                 I know exactly the reaction I will receive when I leave
                   I know what pants will get attention 
                       and what hairstyles will get compliments
                         Yet I walk out the door and I'm still confused  
                             Cause the only opinion that matters is you
                                  Will U like this shirt?
                                Will U notice me today?
                                   I am me 
                                    It shouldn't matter what U see 
                                        But it does 
                                          Cause my heart is a dictator
                                          My brain is caged 
                                           So when my heart says something
                                              My brain says what does he think? 
                                                  That makes me afraid 

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Beauty Reposed

From her perspective,
everything's looming,
pastel and vibrant
and kissing the sky
She has a way
of expressing opinions
in still lifes, 
in softness becoming an art
She paints with fingers
small versions of mine
and she wonders when
she will be an adult
In her perspective
the beauty's amusing
She writes me love notes
passed under the door
Her voice is crackling
and sweet in the morning
She's always asking 
for gum and for treats
From her perspective,
I'm wise for admiring
the simple delights 
soaked in beauty reposed.

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It is the one I want, 
that my heart does haunt.
Even though I can not have, 
the one I hold near and dear, 
they always make me laugh.
They do not spurn me; 
all they do is make me feel free.
Though I know who I want, 
they always seem to try to taunt.
I can not have them this I know, 
I still seem to love them from head to toe.
It is for some time, 
my love I try to hide.
But now my obsession grows so strong, 
I do not know if my heart can hold out for long.
So some how my heart I must break, 
or something else my love and heart must take.
For I know them very well, 
I wish they would at least, 
make my heart hurt like hell.
Because they can not return my love, 
I will try to pray for help from above.
I truly care for them, 
so I can not go to take, 
them away from who they date, 
so now I put my whole self at stake.
Even though my love they won't return, 
I really wish then my heart would burn.
I really fear that some time soon, 
I will be emotionally ruined, 
and that to be my doom.

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Mermaids Heart

Mermaid Heart 

Mermaid on the moon: 
come see me soon. 
I am fading in the night, 
losing my light, 
I am torn in two pieces; 
one of them is ewe. 
Heart,a mermaids heart, 
is the only 
word---that i have been 
softly spoken, 
to find---to utilize, 
in the water, 
where my mermaid swims. 
Which one word (heart) 
my heart 
spoken in love 
comes even close 
close to the love 
written in the 
Heart of ewe, 
Woman in the foamy waves 
swimming near to me, 
my love it comes. 
It is a heart, 
a mermaids heart. 

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His weeping heart

Her eyes stared into the open heart that stood infront of her, she paused for a long minute
As if the minute were to last a life time she stood still, with an idle look
Gazing eyes, golden honey was the color that sparkled the rays of the sun upon contact
A gentle wind flew witnessing the event that would bond the hearts for ever, a promise it took

Her lips, O' where to begin to describe them, so full and red
They too stared, as if they spoke and asked of me to kiss them, to speak on them, a beautiful verse
A bright gloss made them shine, oh how I desired to make love to her with my words of spoken art
Those lips enchanted me, they hypnotized my every sense, a love curse

Her body, truly the shape of an angels, so pure to my touch, every curve, soft to caress
My arms around her, my hands playing with her hair, my fingertips kissing her entirely
Running my hands down her back, speaking to her inner soul and they made a deal
For I fell so hard in love with her, with her voice, her way of being, her body

I held her very thght, to my heart joy it brought, even a dream spontaneously arose
It sang unto my spirit, and right there and then my heart spoke out in rhyme, a beautiful note composed
I awoke unto a new dream, within my dream, of holding her hand, kissing her smile
All in my heart a motion album played, her and I starring in my living scene, art was the style

At the edge of a dock we once sat, kissing and telling stories to come
In her eyes I saw my dreams coming true, her pupils smiled at me and some
The skies are her mirrors, such beauty can cast a spell on the stars themselves off chart
I awoke into reality, she stood by me, holding my hand cheering up my weeping heart

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Mental Magnetism

I'm somehow quite sure
that somewhere, on the way
be it a turpentine, brilliant lit day
or misty and fog eaten sky breath induced
that we've met without words,
without glances or nods
but with my sleeve barely quick brushing by yours
You transferred to me a barrel of emotions
some light like popped bubbles
some wearing molten lead shoes
sunk with black river troubles
carried in even the sleeves of your coat
And I, in my haste, responded in kind
and ran jumper cable straps from my prickly mind
Overcharged something, in some kind of thoughts
and bolted your skin off the moving sidewalk
Somehow, I still think we are connected some way
it's wrapped like a gift in the words you convey
and I'm eating velvet from the weave of your coat
weeping your tears from the things that you wrote
I'm somehow quite sure
that somewhere we'll meet
eyes to still eyes lacking motion complete
In visions worth murmuring while we're asleep
we'll sing with one voice fully captured.

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      These words that I've never spoken. I cant find the meaning of how I feel. I don't want to say 
it's love but it feels that way and I don't know What's making me stay but it's the same thing that 
makes me want to go. The way he makes me feel sometimes I can't comprehend. People keep 
telling me to just let go but in my heart I know I never can. It hurts everyday to have to look into 
his face and not show him how I really feel cause i'm afraid. This feeling that I have within 
makes me want to just embrace it but I know that if I do it's Going to mean a lot of pain and a lot 
of heartache. I don't know if I'm ready to fall beneath the cracks. I don't know if I would ever be 
able to come back if I let myself. Which scares me. Whenever i'm near him I get chills. He's all I 
think about knowing it won't work out isn't a good enough reason to keep me chained down and 
convinced. Cause I always have some stupid leap of faith. I always reanalyze the things that he 
says and it may mean nothing or it may mean everything in the world but please don't let it mean 
love. That's one thing i'm afraid of. He broke my heart shouldn't I just give it up? Shouldn't I just 
reached out to the land of plenty of other opportunities and just be free, fall all over again... 
cause it could happen that easily. So many want my hand. But I only want his hand. I only want 
his heart. Oh what is this it's tearing me apart. Is it love that beats me up late at night when I 
don't reveal what is really going on? Is it love that makes me want him like I do? Is it love that 
makes me bored my friends with endless conversations about him? I'm not sure... and that's 
why i'm afraid. Afraid of where this feeling will take me. Cause right now it seems hopeless. I 
should just stop my heart in it's tracks. Tell it to go fall in love for someone else. I wish it was 
that easy. I wish I could just forget. But I can't... My heart just won't understand that i'm pushing 
myself deeper into loneliness and at what price? Cause I care about him?

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Love in Full Bloom

For you my love, always my love, I'll stay by you
For a long time
For you wifey, I love you wifey, too much for my own good
So don't let go of me, take my hand

Though you may be annoying, on rare occasions
I can't help but smile still because it doesn't bother me very much
Though you make me mad, I can't stay mad
My love for you won't allow it to go for too long, unless you push it
But listen, I don't believe…that you would do just that
If that's the truth, then I'd prefer to continue…

My love for you is now in full bloom
And from this day, forever on, it won't go away
60 years, 100 years, my heart is still yours
So my love, please take care of it

On our wedding day, I'll put a lot of money down
And the same goes for our honeymoon, because you deserve the very best
I dedicate my life, to you starting today
And know one thing about my love, unlike most, this one is very much real
Like a flower, my love starts out, sprouting beautifully
But my love has…one benefit, unlike a flower
It'll always bloom…

My love for you is at its peak and still overflowing
Through life, through death, it'll never die
A century, a millennium, my heart's forever yours
So my love, would you please, treasure it…?

If we were ever separated or lost
You best know, that my love will be my guide
And I trust it more than anyone will know
So we would be reunited again…
Take my hand, my love is in full bloom
And from this day, forever on, it will never die
60 years, 100 years, my heart is still yours
And I hope that yours is mine…
A millennium to infinity, my heart is still yours
So my love, please treasure it
Trust in me, don't let go of me, stay with me love
Let our love…lead us through eternity…

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Since I've Been Lovin' You

Was never alive
till your eyes I met
My heart a'flutter,
Hasn't stopped yet

Time and distance 
Are no issue
We shall always be together
Time itself has no power
On a love it can't erode....
You're in my heart forever,
I will always bear your load

So lean on me
When times are hard,
And share my faith in you,
For one thing I am sure of,
My love will always
Be fresh and new

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An Old Love Gone and A New Love Come

I'd love you more than any
I had ever loved before
But never seeing you
Scared me even more
Your voice was never heard
Over the thoughts that I had read
Time just wouldn't wait around
For us to move ahead
And with time came another
Someone I never would have pondered
But with this one I've come to love
My heart wanders and looks above
Wondering if this is a mistake
The arrival of this new fate
For my heart yet turns
Mainly because you're who it yearns
Even though this may be true
My love for you would have never grew
But this one who has stolen my heart
Has given my love a new start

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All is not fair in love and war

People say that love never fails,
That all is fair in love and war,
But really, how do you know,
What love can or can not do?
And if all is fair in love and war, then
Why does someone always end up getting hurt?
I know my love will never fail,
Because I love you with all my heart and soul,
Because I would give my life for you,
And everything I am or have just to be with you.
However, I can not be fair to all
Because all is not fair in love and war.
I wish to hurt no one, so I don't,
But by doing so, I hurt myself.
My heart wants to be with you so much
And yet I wish to hurt no one.
So I don't, I don't confess my love for you,
I keep it locked inside,
And as a friend I stay by your side.
My love for you remains forever pure and unchanged.
I love you, Yes, I do, with all my heart and soul,
With all that I am and hope to be just for you.
My heart untamed and wild, dreaming of what if,
But it's cut in half by the love I feel for both.
My heart belongs to you but only half,
Because I gave the other half away to him.
Now I suffer for my love, for both are great,
But only one, I wish I could be with forever.
All is not fair in love and war,
So I love you both and suffer much,
Because my heart is wounded, torn in half.
I can not speak of my deep love for you,
I can not confess my feelings to you.
So I go on with my life pretending nothing's wrong.
Why must I go on without your love?
It's faith, I guess, that I suffer so.
It's destiny to love you so.

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Her True Love (Palindrome)

so true
it brings a smile
makes the heart sings
her charming
makes the heart sings
it brings a smile
so true


Author's Comment: Palindrome, also known as the Mirrored Poem, reads forwards and 
backwards.   It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, 
meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back 
again. The concept of the “mirrored images” reflects an “image mirrored,” which includes a 
word in the center of the poem as a reversal point for the sentence or even the poem.  
There is no set number of stanzas or any rules for construction.


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Ordinary Man

The Ordinary Man

In the kitchen where I feed, greed for you, my only need
Across the table, longing to be swept by your eyes
Like the average guy you speak of  long days
Tired and weary, not handy in bed 

Flames burned out the desire in hopes one day to return
I open the window, in hopes you feel and follow the tease
These feelings are so fustrating
I compare beyond mountains so boring

I hold back, missing your million kisses to none
Making wishes, I can't breath in my dream
A love connection ending like death
Your sex drive- gone cold, my wild sexuality ends in tears

The rage- The power - The hunger- Needs to be fed
No matter, tonight I'm setting the vibrator on high
One thing I won't deny myself, the pleasure my body needs 
Who needs the ordinary man, when I have a box full of batteries and toys!


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Castle in the Sky

I want to feel the mountain top. 
Kicking my last shadow to a complete stop. 
Swallowing the clouds in the sky
No one to get me down from this mountain high
A shallow grave I dug, when I feel the need to hide
A danger zone, where all UFO's collide 
Now, I found a sweet place, when no one is around 
High on this mountain, hidden in this castle, I cannot be found. 
Watching all that slithers from top to ground. 
The smile you once put on my face, 
Is now lost somewhere in the mountain trace
Finding myself paranoid without truly amazing grace. 
This out of balanced place, is drying up my cries
A boundary, beyond the castles and mountain of lies
One cherished memory of your hazel eyes
Somewhere near heaven's broken walls
No one but God, can hear my calls
My pain flows above mountain waterfalls. 
After trips,  I have fallen down 
Inside I feel as if only I own this ghost Castle town
No need to save me, from the moat when I drown
Just one last AIR BALLOON RIDE
Beyond the castle on every mountainside 
A kiss of death sealed up high
Far away from what I use to call, Cloud Nine
~Finding A New Castle In The Sky~


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Two Faced Dreamer

He had a dream while he was awake
He wanted to inject fatness in their flat tummies 
Those kids lazy to kill a fly on their nostrils
Tele-visions gave them options but he knew how to kill and resurrect opinions 

He forgot his acceptance speech for best forgetful idiot 
Poetry drove him crazy until feelings had no gasoline 
All service garages had no help but broken guidance 
He was a broken glass brought together by faith
A guy who dance his miracles with little guidance

Censored goals were sent back to them rightful owners 
In a sense uncensored goals were not on any definition of his adventures                               
Players of love and affection 
They shaved his smiles and barber shopped his entire hope 
He had a dream while awake
He's the type that likes typing the ground barefooted 

Calculating the distance of love were its needed 
Cabbage was the only green rose he offered to thoughtful attentions 
He failed his unwritten exams though a child of intelligence 
He was a broken glass brought together by faith 
He was a sad love poem 
The scotch never die
of a die trying expression 
A disease made to cue broken hearts in edutainment 
He was a broken glass brought together by worldly stains
The thinker stuck in mirror expressions
The two faced dreamer

© Raymond Ngomane 

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Just Some Highschool Math Problem

i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer

the world is a top
i spin it and predict the probability
that the end will equal the means
or perhaps surpass it
even if i never surpass this muck-up
these broken eardrums
and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words

and i don't even exist
especially to the solipsists, nihilists
and i no longer give a sh--
i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick

oh i could have been a possibility
but that possibility was so small
that you'd need a magnifying glass
and some tweezers

i am rust, oxified and tearing up
i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet
i am lust, but never just enough
i am bust

i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain

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Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!

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The Color Missing

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

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

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Survive Another Day

Sometimes what i write scares me
But not as the ghost that’s been chasing humans including me
I scratch my ford head for couple of days sticking glue in broken metaphors
I come across fake crosses claiming blessings in my feelings about the cross you know the cross
But the ghost in me knows every move before every due date
Pre-written metaphors are difficult to paint easy in due dates
Like freezing feet, they can’t walk in sunny days

Imagine sitting in a cold weather imagining things in cold blooded poetry death row settings
Wearing words attached to all addicted talkative lips
No one can pay attention to the rain of anger
Poetry and a microphone will die as blood brothers
For better or worse as long as creativity keep his promises
Imagine if you can’t imagine words put together by faith
Even Faith Evens puts faith in her words before she loses faith
Faith comes in bags of hope transported in faith
I hope this scary moments i turn to see when i turn my metaphors will reward this bags of hope in faith
Like any born rich fly will want to hunt with all other starving insects

To gain more exposure in between the skin of darkness
In between things trying to meet and make up with Mr and Mrs Sense and our understandings
it’s hard to speak confessions in other accents
Poetry make all sense become your inner response in every word that’s sensible like sensitive regrets

It’s so scary to scare your own little creature skills
While dialogues can easily mumble around wasting time trying to paint a non-existing Bible
I am scared of the ghost chasing babies crawling to kiss poetry goodbye 
Guilty for staying young in poetry for decades
I imagine the Creator walking across countries in shapes of different faces in clouds 
Faces written in the sky reflecting what was the meaning of poetry in the first place

(c) Raymond Ngomane 

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                             Without pulse
                             under the pillow
                             a numb arm
                             trying to revive 
                             by clenching and unclenching
                             a fist

                             a fist
                             several times
                             into waves
                             absurd fist
                             improvising a goodbye

                             Fingers moving
                             as if catching
                             or trying to catch
                             a single piece
                             of something 
                             of that dream
                             now awaken
                             of our secret
                             never revealed

                             Thoughts escape
                             they're free
                             and blood flows 
                             to the reality 
                             of feelings:
                             no more than the slow death 
                             of knowing that something is not complete
                             How to know if it ever was?

                             Just a tingling sensation
                             to disappear 
                             The heart knows
                             no secrets

                             The heart knows 
                             how to wake dreams up
                             and blood runs 
                             as if in a stream
                             through pins and needles



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All seeing eyes

Paint, the blood of an artist's hand
with words as wealth to understand;
and music pure to feed the soul
with sounds of song and joy.

Chalk and charcoal scratch as nails
across the fabric of the sails
of things as seen by open minds;
embroidered stitches made in time.

Through each and every tapestry 
of all the woven life they see.

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Cupid's arrow hit a braggart

Cupid's arrow hit a braggart!


Your sight stays in my eyes! Your undying love lives in my heart!

When you cry I shed tears! When you wince I'm struck by a dart!

We met for just one moment! In a glimpse our love story did start!

How can our souls be so close! When we are a whole world apart!

You entranced me when our eyes met! Was it some charming art?

Since then I feel incomplete without you! A body without any heart!

I wish I'd told you I can't live without you! Asked you not to depart!

I keep waiting when you'll return! You're my life, O my sweetheart!

When friends talked about love at first sight, I shrugged them apart!

I vowed it'd never happen to me! But Cupid's arrow hit a braggart!


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See me without your eyes

See me without your eyes!


Beauty is in everything that I behold all around!

I am just lost! Tell me when you have me found!

You say someone is ugly, I will aver that's lovely!

Your senses are earthly, missing what's heavenly!

We are more than a body, mind, heart and soul!

Ignore what meets your eye! See me as a whole!

If you take me for how I look, you are not for me!

When I need you most as I age, your love will flee!

See me without your eyes, if you like what you see!

I will believe in you, each other's we're meant to be!


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The Games We Played

We pace the stone streets now, groping beneath the woolly underbelly
Of the mildewed memories, dried by age, wrung silly,
But they trickle back, malicious memories, bitter-sweet,
of a long time ago, of the old house by the banyan tree.

We searched for hidden secrets in the countless bolts-
the rusty knobs tasted blood-like and knife-cold-
on our patchy kitten tongues, and gooseberry noses.
Iron projections, remember? we leaned against them,
they wobbled against our protruding spines
our faces discovered new expressions
opening, closing, flickering, winking or slow widening-
the dance of summons, the promiscuous eyes play.

Our pantomime childhood, of make-believe-
now we ponder over it and wish, if only;
Too late, the clay has set into the mould.
But it could never have been, too well we know.
We were precocious, cunning and amorous.
Our eyes were never unclouded, but shrouded by the weight-
of knowledge we stumbled upon too early, oh how well we hid it,
with our brown shiny faces, and the melting baby smiles, my love.

We shared marbles, stolen chalks and heartbeats,
and longed for the 5 ‘o’ clock cartoons
As much as we craved for each other.
Remember the awed caresses, the terrifying-
responses we contained, the sighs, so bizarrely grown-up.
The too-short holidays we locked ourselves in my room,
built bed-sheet tents, played Eskimos, slipped in a touch-
biscuit-crumb mouths sought the bony arms.
You became the doctor, I your willing corpse,
laid out for a delicious autopsy, your fingers already maestros,
played my harp, my lute my tremulous taut drum.
You found new roads, uncharted territories running,
wildly into peaks, plains and molten volcanoes in me.

We smelt the ripe watermelon in each other,
the saliva on our breath, the edges of our bitten nails.
We were furry blind caterpillars blindly writhing our way
under the leafy shadows, crushing grapes between molars
spitting questions and seeds into the creamy air and giggling.

Years later we nibbled seedless grapes and mused
on the too white napkins, distracted by the music
the icy lucidity of the cocktails and our own detachment.
Soon we were imprisoned inside chrysalises
near-identical caterpillar bodies became more and more different
the curse of the forbidden fruit which we tasted too early,
 now too awkward to forget-
pierced into our flesh now rigid,
 rotting coconuts-
drifting down the endless river,
you there, me here-
only the skeleton of that insanity
 rattling against to our shells.

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Beauty, Love and Peace

Beauty, Love and Peace Beauty appears to be, In serene mood sometimes, Spreading the peace in mind Beyond horizons, limits and time. Peace is really such a wonderful state, Which enhance our mind and soul, and It makes us feel the joy of love and mirth, Influencing, our mind, heart and soul sublime, Which exist only otherwise, in that supreme being. Beauty takes us further and even beyond further, Amid the lofty heights, where love opens it wings, Where cool breeze blows to touch our mind, Where pleasure refresh our heart and feelings, Music and songs further take our souls, In a world of delight, so beautiful, so sublime, While flying and floating high in the sky. When peace reaches it's ultimate, It yields the fruit of love, Compassion and kindness, Then burst like buds, In every happy and serene mind, A Godly quality began to reflect, In every act of a cool mind. Beauty when get mingled, With the sparks of love, It bring the hearts and bind, So close and so loving, that bodies and beatings, Become one amid the ecstasies of loving minds. Nothing can reach here, nothing can disturb, Nothing can explain the beauty of love, Here the beauty even gets a new definition, It no more remains the beauty of body, It becomes the beauty of our being. Beauty dwells in every heart and mind, But very seldom reaches that stage, Where it become an inner decoration, Instead of a thing of vanity and pride. Ravindra Kanpur 19th May 2012 Inspired by Joann Grisetti’s poem
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My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Love Never Fades

There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. 

---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all

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I love you

The love was a dream so I hope that I keep the length of my life asleep 
The series was your love I do not want him to be the end of the 
If your love so I hope that breathe air 
If your love I want a cigarette that has become addicted to them 
The love was a wealth so I hope to live in my body 
The love was the most beautiful bird dreamed of his upbringing

Author : Omar Hachmi 

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A poem

A poem never stops singing/

It cries out until echoes reach the end of life/

It never stops blinking/ 

The eye paints pictures relating to forgotten legends/ 

Sinking links to historical poetic junk/

It sees beyond signs/

Free rides before time/
Braking bottled tears/

A poem knows nobody wants to know/

It comes in alphabets/

Symbols giving birth to language/

It dreams for you/

Before awakening views/

Collects all lost treasures and spit weapons/

A poem knows nobody wants to listen/

Nobody wants to go to war/

Keep away from poems everyone is told/

It knows freedom is an excuse/

A poem lives forever/

A poem sings till infinity/

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The Wall, The Wall

The Wall, The Wall

the world fades from my fingertips
like blood oozing from an open wound
the sky is ripped apart and full of thunder
and my eyes are twisted in pain

shut the door and lock me within
the light is buzzing and flickering
something is about to explode
or maybe thats just my soul

softly touch the wall and it corrodes
the white paint peels and turns black
and cracks appear on the surface
a garbage touch that ruins it all

for years the signs of ruin were there
building up behind fragile white walls
and now i sit here with an open chest
my heart nailed to the damned wall

and as the world fades from my fingertips
like blood from an open wound
the sky outside is bloody and tormented
and i cant begin to see my own reality

im so afraid that if i get up ill fall again
damned by the ghosts of the past
the flashing glare of reality looms larger
closing in on me and slapping me

if only someone could open the door
and let me out of this foreboding room
perhaps i could see more than whats inside
instead of slicing myself in half

remember it was your verse that ended me
slicing off my fingers one by one
it was when my heart was nailed to the wall
that i truly forgot how to feel

my sickening screams echo loudly
throughout the confines of my own mind
reverberating down my spine
and leaving me in a shivering fit

as the world fades from my fingertips
like blood pouring from an open wound
the sky outside has faded to a deep black
and i cant begin to see my own reality

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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt

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See me without your eyes

See me without your eyes!


Beauty is in everything that I behold all around!

I am just lost! Tell me when you have me found!

You say someone is ugly, I will aver that's lovely!

Your senses are earthly, missing what's heavenly!

We are more than a body, mind, heart and soul!

Ignore what meets your eye! See me as a whole!

If you take me for how I look, you are not for me!

When I need you most as I age, your love will flee!

See me without your eyes, if you like what you see!

I will believe in you, each other's we're meant to be!


The best place for a poem to live is in the heartbeats of those who love it!

Blessed are the poets whose verses are read, not on papers they just sit!


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A Mother's Quote

Mother's are most special
Their Tender Touch
And Loving Care
Is more than a Father
Could even Bare
Their Magical Boo-Boo Kisses
And Bright Sunshine Smiles
Takes every bit of Heartbreak away
Even across the Miles

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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt

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It is from my thoughts you have come
It is from within sensation that you have become
Yet…It is I who feels brought, it is I who is befalling,
Transpiring into what is beyond sentiment

Grasped in your presence, that in form is
 A cloverleaf, an intersection of all
Realities and chimeras
Yet…In feeling, it is the winter, summer, autumn
And spring that season my years

Imane… afar the distances I yearn to reach, upon
The horizons of your outlying skies…
Shall we meet one day? 
Or is it only the tip of my pen that foresees?

I shall only linger…upon these many pages

-Imane: An Arabic female given name which means Faith; Pronounced (

-Imane is the main character of a novel I happen to be writing. I have never been in such 
marvelous experience before :)

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A Stranger

Who am i?
Where am i?
Only a stranger in this little world. 
With no country, no home.
With all this confusion, with my head spinning around
Trying to accept the fact that I am a part of this.
But no matter how hard I tried. 
The truth is I can’t fit in here
Who am i?
Where am i?
Only a stranger who is trying hard to fit it.
My Anger needs a reason to blame it on
I will not try to fit in no more
I don’t care, why should I?
I don’t look like you, I’m not the same.
Who am i? 
Where am i?
Only a stranger who is trying to fit in.
I’m happy, Yet a little sad
But, My heart just cannot accept the fact that I became some1 New
My name says so
But my face says no
Who am i?
Where am i?
Only a stranger who is trying to fit in. 
No matter how I tried, No matter how hard I did
I’m not a part of here, I’m not a part of this
My home is where my heart belongs
I can’t change this fact 
In this country, I’m only a stranger 
So why wouldn’t you take me back home.
No matter how well I fit,
My heart will have it’s hole.
A hole that never will be refilled
Till you take me back home. 

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My Rose of Sharon

Rose of Sharon;
Sweet suitor, Holy wind;
come blow upon my heart;

My heart has drifted
let your fragrance flow again
Let us sip together the pure wine;
that I may feel again your tender embrace
that I might be forever at your side;
still my hearts cry; my longing.

My Loves pain;
the thorns, the scars

Loves perfect gift!
Sweet fragrant Rose of Sharon:
Perfect Love,
written with loves pure heart,
on fleshy tables of my heart.

Your heart that bled
Love that cried,
My Love never to deny;
A Love that waits.... for me!

My beloved stands without;
Arise my heart I say
unlock the door,
Open, see,
the blood stains
on the door

Let Your Blood
wash away 
my sins of youth,
loves exacting toll;
her fragrant petals
her bed of thorns.

I am washed my beloved;
Clean, white, like the milk
that flows down mountainside
like a herd of sheep on Gilead.
My heart skips like a lamb
in springtime on fields of green;

Nourished and loved
nurtured forever at Your side;
My father, my Mother;
My Savior, My Lord,
My King, Holy Suitor,
Your Bloom, Your fragrance;

My sweet Rose Of Sharon. 

                                                           Brenda V Northeast 18/April/05

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Broken Trust - David Williams -

~BROKEN TRUST~   ( Collaboration with David Williams )


A Broken Trust Yet still,  
my heart aches for you
All love, all liking, now lost forever 
We are not even a drop of rain, just vapour 
Like dew-bespangled flowers, I weep 
All love all liking now lost, forever 
No longer will I drink your silvery voice 
Like dew-bespangled flowers I weep. 
My thirst for you, I cannot quench 
No longer will I drink ,your, silvery voice 
Betrayed, from trickled poisonous words
My thirst for you I cannot quench. 
That first gentle, shy, sweet kiss 
Betrayed from, trickled poisonous words
I trusted you, above all others 
That first gentle shy sweet, kiss 
You were my first true love.

by~ Poet D:

A kiss so sweet, I needed more clarity
Yet my heart aches the same way.
Growing hearts is inevitable, ours grew without morning dew.
How could you ever love me, so shy, I slipped away.
A kiss, I became someone else to please you!
Only to let you see the sweetness you clearly wanted to see.
The deepness in my eyes could not follow.
The dullness of my heart spoke alone.
Every minute your trust was an empty glass.
Rarely I used and held on to the weakness, of the heart.
The chastity around the moon injured my bloom.
Like the night that goes through a phase~ 
The sunrise will dry every drop of our mist.
Strong Solitude walls built, with broken tears.
After my hunger drowned our eyes with venomous words.
Deep down, I will always long for you ~my first true love

A collaboration with *David William

~My collaboration contest~

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My Hiding Place

I hide here and there,
In a place that snares,
Sometimes full of my blares,
Full of ensnared traps...

I hide here and there,
In a place with many affairs,
Where my enemies are bare,
Where I can make them flee and hare...

I hide here and there,
In a place that only friendship knows,
A place located in the air,
A place below on earth,
Where no plow can cut its soil...

I hide here and there,
In a place with vast plains,
A place with deep and misty forests,
A place with an unreachable sky,
A place where flowers might bloom...

I hide here and there,
In a place where I can hide in my cloak,
A place where I breathe silently,
A place where I contemplate nature,
Where humidity longly persists,
In a place where I scream and no one listens...

I hide and there,
In a place where unwanted can get afflicted,
A place of bright darkness,
A place of dark lights,
Where nothing owns me...

I hide here and there,
In a place where my biggest wishes are spared,
A place where blood won't be splashed,
A place where tears might be shed,
A place where time and space are fair,
A place with some mare surfaces,
Where fear might be gone...

In a place where all sins might be forgiven,
A place where my instinct is tamed,
A place where my mind is thoughtful but reserved,
A place where my heart is controlled,
The place where my deepest secrets are held,
The place where I am the seer,
The place where my soul will forever reign,
The place I can call a hiding place...

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Her tempting pout bounces
from night's artwork like a slow fire that churns 
a raw desire in need to be quenched ...
and it is so mysteriously enchanting: to be
entrapped by that feminine aura 
that simply blazes on a spotlight of lure--
red-tossed hair flitting along
tangy whiffs of potion absolute,
unrestrained: how her blazed glimpses
pulse within contours of her appeal
that minstrel stars collapse...
The shimmer of her alchemy draws
gasping breaths like evening gaslights
sensible only to the wisps 
of a goddess' heat, leaving mortals
in awe—-and her fluid pose seems to jut out
from a glass frame to rush forth with all
her womanly senses gushing,
meant to return on the edge of wild abandon,
enticing brushstrokes with her faceted charm

never ever the same each time.

Roy Jerden's East Jesus' Contest
~ inspiration from picture no.7 ( last photo)

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Hey there, Rag doll!
I'm folding into a bowled, 
bold mix and
I'm in knead of a partner.

First come. First served.

Lying in a daydream -
I see you fit the bill.
Make my realities a nightmare.

You're my dazzling star.
You're thin-sliced innocent.
You're an unused gift certificate.
Need me.

Hey there, sweetheart!
Don't talk. Don't yelp.
It's only me leaving 
an oil-stained finger print upon
your left eyelid.
Special. The touch -
my touch -
is special-licious.
Pirate-rigged and e(special)ly 
meant for you.

I threw away my thesaurus yesterday.
I found it unnecessary
and callous.
LOVE is a four letter word
as is -

Hit me with an anthemed antonym.

Hey there, pumpkin!
Kiss me once again
and revel in 
the sticky juices of
our misguided

Spit, spanked and smothered.
A rolling pin of charm -

You knead me, 

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Little Warrior

Little warrior, take heart and know this
That before you came into my ranks
My kingdom had stood untouched
Safely guarded in that mountain fortress
Where's kept the heart and dreams of its king
Where flew the battle flag of solitude overhead
With the warning printed so boldly thereon
"Don't tread on me!"

My kingdom slumbered in a wintered sleep 
That rendered my reign bereft of flavor
Then you, still baptized in bloody victory
Let loose your piercing battle cry
That shook the very foundation of my kingdom
Crumbling down the fortress walls!

Little warrior, my first knight, despair not
For you've become the salt of my kingdom
And the favored champion of this king's heart
And by very reason of your appointment
Have stayed the axeman his fatal cut
To my own mortality, for yet another term.

Look now my little prince
To that once cold mountain fortress
That had imprisoned in cold stone a hollow dream
Gloriously basking now in the warmth of defeat
Look there, high above the cherry blossoms
Where now the nightingale and cardinal sing
A new flag, warmly streaming on a spring breeze
Proudly raised in the fullness of my heart
This battle weary king's final treasure
At last, at long, long, last...
Flies my precious white flag!

                                           Timothy I. Brumley

* A poem for my son that conveys the emotions I felt while witnessing the miracle of his birth
Written in free verse form as a reminder that freedom is never won free of cost, but
instead requires upon her sacred alter, the greatest of all sacrifices.

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Infinite Energy S

Get on your bike and get out of my face it smells of fish and oil on the beach this peachy day cape on my shoulders to fly away up with the seagulls I sh*t on your face Now that the body has been properly buried full of the scars from the wars do I carry I cannot believe you all find me scary I skip full of spirit for despite this I'm still merry For on this day God smiled on me gave me the sign to renew my belief and with his presence I shall achieve an eternal life filled by my infinite energy (S).

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Train Track To Abstract --SF

I sit, running late behind crossing gates and must wait as the train passes by... All that freight, makes a dash while my eyes try to grasp graffiti I see flashing by.... On the side of each car is a scar that was splashed by a guy with a portrait to send... There it goes 'round the bend So the gallery ends... Goodbye to the art from a friend....

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March Fourth

I was born on March fourth, 1983.
But, I believe I was born, to march forth.
What I mean is, I was born to never give up.
To never quit.
To keep trying.
To walk my own path.
To keep going, no matter how dark my days get.
To continue on, no matter how bleak my outlook is.
To keep my head up, even when others look down on me.
I am tough, I am strong, I am a survivor.
I always was, and I always will be.
I will never stop reaching for my dream.
I will never stop going forward,
even when my shoes have worn out.
Even when my socks have torn to shreds,
even when my feet are broken and bleeding.
Because, I was born on March fourth.
To march forth.

Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me With A Small Poem" - motif: epic

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Bleedin' Poetry

The ringmaster left 
but the carnival stayed in town.
Erect, proud, empowered people
stride by living the Crayola dream.
Awash in color, characters in the screenplay,
the scene played with aborigine like dream walkers.

No surface left to its utilitarian plight,
all stroked and stoked with the creativity
of the artist, all crooned to by boombox
and skateboard smack, or the concrete
slap of a mariachis’ feet.

The burnt bright white light shivers
to a Hendricks strum, and the caffeinated come
one by one hooked in to hook up,
to the juke boxes sixties twang.

Children play on Aztec snakes rising
from a soft foam of green with
mosaic skin and glass eyes
freed from the restrictions, the confines, 
the confounded, gay, straight, bi, free
bleeding poetry.

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A light forgotten

I do remember you, your brown curly hair that stole scene entirely The day my eyes met yours, and how I dreamed of having you in my arms Then they moved; your lips and out came the most beautiful voice that to an angels You stood no judge and took me in to a warm embrace Your heart felt the sorrow, and scars that my soul carried, and yet you held me Hours came to be days and days came to be months and our hearts grew I awaited the sun to wake up and stand on top of the day, so that I could see you again Your laugh, your scent, your smile that drove my heart to swell in affection The butterflies that you made come to life within my stomach grew and I took flight Then only the heavens were the limit A glimpse of hidden light I called you, and a verse I wrote for you that stole your heart I too recall the glow in your eyes as I held you and kissed you You said it was too good to be true, and then the truth came to surface Fear was rich in your heart, and slowly you drove me away And I stood to do nothing but see and feel the fire draw to not exist Seconds became weeks and all in that you became a memory A beautiful memory that I will not forget, as I became stronger at your side I wonder if you think of me, as I think of you Our first kiss beneath the sun, our first hug our first laugh I see your smile from a distance every now and then, beautiful still I will always think of you and what we could of had You are a star forgotten To G.V.R

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My Dress

That dress.
The one hanging there that doesn't have me in it.

Yeah, that one.

I remember when I felt pretty
I remember when I felt safe
I remember when I felt valued, secure, even loved.

That dress.

Of course I can't wear it now
I remember when women were regarded as less than cows
And if you don't, maybe check you're history books
Or you bible.

That dress, though,
That was me
A me that only those closest to me could ever see.

Yeah, maybe it's not freeform...

But it's my dress.

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When One Sing a Song or Dance

When One Sing a Song or Dance

When one sing a Song, play a Music or Dance, or
Make a painting on a Canvas or sculpture on a rock, 
A Poem on the walls of its mind and heart,
Your soul blooms in the ecstasy of divine Music, 
Your heart feels to spread its wings,  beyond every wall.

Like the Dancing Peacock in full swings and thrills,
You began to feel like dancing, on the rhythms of your heart.

One must give a chance to its heart and soul,
To enjoy the blessings of Musical lore’s, 
The creations of an artist, or a Musician, who writes,
On the sands of time or on the walls of everyone’s heart.

As these would always remain, 
Your creations beyond time and stars and 
May always shine, like the most precious and rare gifts after God. 

Listen the Music hidden in the steps of a dance, or
Feel the brush making a painting, on your mind and heart, or 
Feel the strings of Music, making your soul to thrill and dance.

Feel these divine beauties or else, one day,
You may find, your talents were nipped in the buds,
By your own stubborn mind or heart.

Kanpur India 24th Jan. 2011

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Apple heart

My heart is an apple
You slowly peal it
The you cut in to half
Then you cut in to slices 
Slowly you cut it, slowly it hurts
I thought you have stopped cutting
Because for a minute you have paused
My heart is an apple 
Sweet and sour at the same time
You enjoy sensing my fragrance 
By cutting me slower and more
My heart is an apple
You want to peal me every day
Cut me or Bite me,  it hurts the same
My heart is an apple
A jam is good in the morning 
A Pie is good for dessert at night 
What ever you want you can make it
My heart is an apple in your hands
You can enjoy looking at me
You can cut me with your knives
You can bite me with these vampire teeth
You can eat me between your lips
But, it's fine!!! I agree
Since you are the only one who gets to taste me

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Beak of Night


Following the glow in every star in my eyes
I lay here in the frenzy grass with swimming thoughts
Thunder hides in the still of the night
Doves fly high in an epic way
Swans glide in the mist of night
Everest tears, run down my cheeks 
 ------- I left you-------------------

The wind carries the sorrow from a chime, 
A touch with aromatic perfume, that turns out control
My shadows peeks around the warmth of a Phoenix mirage
My head is losing balance to a negative magnetic seal
Secretiveness ~

Sleepwalking with the tendency to crawl
My feelings stray as I lay on this frenzy grass of snow
Years that come and years that go
Things In life I will never know
I pass the morning till the night popsicles away
A blanket of snow to cover my dream
Wings taking flight near the river stream
Mockingbirds protecting their branch
In every scream!
---------------- Far Away-------------

Leaves fall on me like an endless Odyssey Romance
I'm a lonely sparrow with an enigmatic look
A Gothic Dance, under the stars
Prancing under the devil's claw
I hold myself
Side to side
I lose myself to an ironic form.
Zero is what I can't perceive. 

With and without a beak
The mystique of my lips
Is all billiard-up
My mouth sewn shut
Shut up~
--------------No Words, Indeed------

By; p.d.

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Rose Wine

Your strong hand 
beneath my head
my Love in your Blood
turned from friendship
did spread
into More
the first time you
took my Hand
and traveled every
line, of my Flesh land
the way you reflect your soul
Into my Eyes, 
makes me forget my small stature
shape, size
in this world
I wish to carry your 
future child
be it boy or girl
be them strong of spirit
Smarts of street and class
leaders of Eminence
Sweet mixed with Sass
I see this future
as I fall head first, spilling
into your secure embrace
like a single bottle of Rose Wine
Down to the last Taste

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Still Here

I wake up,
Feel the heat of your body beside me,
My heart beats 
You are here.
I stir,
Reach out to the warmth
That was you
Your smell lingers ,
Coffee and toast fill the air.
My heart beats
You are here.

I open my eyes ,
Slide my hand into a new coldness.
Wet on my pillow,
Screams from my mind,
Remembering-you are gone.
I am still here.
I turn my face from the day
Wrapped in shrouds,
Just waiting for someone
To nail down the lid.
Why should my heart beat? 
Without you 
I don’t feel-here.

I am aroused, 
Feel a force from within breaking free.
I beat the air with my fists.
Pound out my hurt, 
Curse your name
You- you- oh why why
Did you go and leave me 
Still here. 

I awake,
Birds sing. 
It’s a new day.
The empty space beside me now familiar.
You are gone 
Yet once again my heart beats
-Still here-

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My Beloved

Hey Mr. Editor,
It's not very often we hear true stories of enduring Love that grows with time. I can 
hear the cynic groan as I write this, but it's a good human interest story and I 
thought a good one for the coming of spring, a time of new birth and new beginings. 
There is a couple who met while in school, years ago.  After graduation they both 
were seperated by thousands of miles; both got married to different people 
sometime later and raised their young families.  All this time their love remained 
silent, waiting, yet strong.  Today, their children are adults and about to venture on 
their own lives. Reconnected once more, perhaps by fate, they have planned to wed 
very soon.  I was asked by the Bride-to-be, a dear friend, to write a poem on her 
behalf which she would read to her Groom at their Wedding Ceremony. I was truly 
honored and graciously obliged. It's titled,"My Beloved.  Thank you for your 
consideration of my request.

My Beloved, Today, I can not say that dreams do not sprout wings! Nor will I ever accuse time of being an adversary Not when I know that within its grasp lies our past, present and future Today, my heart is full and overflowing with abundant joy! Gazing into your beautiful soul, I glimpse love’s sparkling reflection Streaming like a river, endless, into vast ocean tides And I stand in awe of God’s everlasting love and providence The sweetest portion of which we have come to taste! For so long I have waited! How I have yearned for this moment When I would pledge life and love to you; become one flesh, one heart! One heart that will bleed no more as nothing can stand between us I will lose myself in you and you in me forever! No longer will dreams haunt our lonely nights And I will not have to walk this side of Heaven without you When I consider the paths which we have traveled I marvel and smile, as now it is clear - they were leading us to, this day! In the silence of a thousand nights my prayers to heaven took flight And though seasons of yesterdays came only to fade away Time, it seemed, had shelved my fervent plea ‘Til sweet destiny obliged, leading me to the one who holds my heart My Beloved, my husband, my best friend, and companion, Our love has arrived; our single journey begins today!
03/05/11 Written for John Heck's "Hey, Mr. Editor" Contest *Very True Story!

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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 Bleeding Roses

Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...


Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...


Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless and jealous...


Pink roses communicate sweetness,

Pink roses radiate elegance,

However, they are often unthankful...


Orange roses have desire,

Orange roses show their pride,

However, they are often impassive...


Purple roses are majestic,

Purple roses express love at first sight,

However, they are often repulsed and unenchanted...


Green roses are harmonious,

Green roses carry hope,

However, they are often unpeaceful...


Blue roses like dreaming,

Blue roses are imaginative,

Blue roses desire to know the unknown,

Blue roses are mysterious,

However, they are often elusive and unattainable...


Red roses are emotional,

Red roses are devotional,

Red roses are respectful,

However, they are often remorseful, sorrowful and mistaken...


Gold roses are occassional,

Gold roses like memories,

Gold roses are preserved,

However, they are often misinterpreted and confused...


White roses are pure,

White roses have innocence,

White roses are spiritual,

White roses carry secrecy,

However, they are often arrogant...


Silver roses are rare,

Silver roses like to grow,

Silver roses convert fantasy into reality,

However, they are often lost and uneasy,

But they seem unpredictable and mystical...


Black roses are mysterious,

Black roses are rebirth,

However, they often remain elusive,

They often symbolize death and loss,

But they are unpredictable and silent,

Though, they are often harmed...


Roses in  the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

But now roses swirled and twirled...


Although, now peach roses are lying,

Yellow roses turning jealous and browned,

Pink roses being unsweet and unthankful,

Orange roses being impulsive and compulsive,

Purple roses being repulsed and revulsed,

Green roses losing hope and harmony,

Blue roses being undiscovered and lost,

Red roses being regretful and voided,

Gold roses bewildered and confused,

White roses losing purity and innocence,

Silver roses turning black and unused,

And black roses silenced and unborn...


All there is to see are roses vanishing,

Roses burning,

Roses trembling,

Roses surviving,

Roses aching,

Roses battling,

Roses crying,

Roses suffering,

Roses drowning,

Roses drying,

Roses fading,

Roses trying,

Roses wiltering...


All there is to feel are roses withering,

In a bed of bleeding roses...

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Some things are not meant to last only to stay and linger in memories past of moonbeams and shadows rainy days and rainbows and puffy white clouds that drift by way too fast I stayed in this dream too long my heart and soul singing a song I thought I heard your heart singing along But when I awoke, I was alone and the whispers of love no longer belong Shreds of mirror glistening in tears of glass A jewel now lost in the long tall grass sweetly laid down in swirling colors that make me dizzy and take my breath from me Let me unlock the door Stay with me just one second more Hold me tight and kiss me fast Then I'll close my eyes Say my hard goodbyes For this love was never meant to last

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the Rose

                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 

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Child poet

The raw delight and 
wonder of an eager 
child-poet lay scattered 
across the floor.  

A baby's coo squeals from 
the aging pages babbling
forth childish nonsense while
tired cliches wind lazily through
trite rhymes lacking lyrical luster.

Still, each precious verse endears 
me to the memory of a precocious
youth when poetry was simple 
and an unspoiled world
lay bare age old secrets
calling out to be discovered.

Author's commentary:  

I don't remember what inspired me to write my first poems, but there was always something about
language.  Something profound, something powerful, something pure.  

I had no natural talent, and thankfully I didn't know it for I might have given up.

But eventually, and by sheer accident, I pieced together something that worked proving
poetry is not reserved solely for those with the predisposition but is also born of
passion, study, and discipline.

It was 15 years of frustration and tears as poem after bad poem was ripped to shreds by
seasoned writers with invaluable, albeit sometimes harsh, advice before I created anything
worthy of being read.  But I am in love with poetic art so have persevered with humility
and gratitude in the face of rejection until finding a rhythm of my own.  And though a bit
of time may sometimes pass before I am moved to write again, the words eventually spill
forth, and with a bit of luck and ingenuity, I will write a profound piece of insightful
prose stirring pride in the hearts of my mentors whose opinions I hold so dear.

For me, it has never come easy but with a deep-rooted love for the art and an obsession
for one day authoring a single, perfect verse, I hope to be unified in spirit with the
ghosts of poets past inspiring and encouraging others to keep the craft alive.

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The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…

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                             One never imagined ART portrayed as a woman
                                                     such as she.
                                                        She's of
                                                 and visual media.
                                 Her image tells stories and expresses an
                                         aesthetic truth and feeling.
                                                She is ART alone.
                                          Priceless ART that no man,
                                    Not even myself is worthy to possess.
                                    Yet, if any man finds her, so Shall he
                                                       Keep her,
                                                       Love her,
                                                  and Cherish her
                                                     to the end.
                                For ART such as she; created without form
                                                is truly hard to find.

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My Little Girl

Your smiling face, brings me joy
Like that of heavens voice
You make each and everyday better than the one before.

You give my life meaning that no one can deny
You make my life so full
And my soul soar so high.

My little girl so beautiful, so full of life
The sun shines brightly as you wake
Wishing you such happiness and a life devoid of strife.

Go outside and play today
Make believe is always fun
Pretend the trees can carry you away to a land with a candy sun.

Please don’t let this cruel world get you down
Or fill you with its troubles
Keep your heart pure and true and never let them see you frown.

My little girl, so special to me
Make your life as happy as can be
And keep your heart so happy and free.

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The Breakup

Waiting. The minutes groan arduously.
Somehow, perhaps – my heart fails to beat
with the rush of your momentary attention.
Perched precariously on spikes
Flesh colored, yet artificial – 
Manikin fingers, fidgeting.
Mournfully drenched in factious apology.
Our eyes meet briefly, then dart with bashfulness,
Choreographed precisely. 
Words uttered repetitively from wine stained lips 
Fill the tortuous silence – hesitantly.  
Your hollow ghost memory, porous and unsubstantial.

'We can work at this, ' you finally choke
An unfamiliar innocence, grasping -
Your voice childlike in its simplicity.
And for a second, I recognized that old stranger. 
I muster a skeptical nod – and smile limply, dismissively 
Fingering the rim of my glass. 
'And deceive ourselves with promises made before?'
I winced with audacity – impatient of your feeling,
As the words ripped your heart out clean.
You clear your throat in an effort to speak -
Those words never did surface...
My acid tongue, an all too familiar indulgence.

I raise hesitantly, your gaze fixated as I shrink.
A tormenting embrace, clothing saturated in your scent
Sodden with tears unshed.
Humoring your touch with finality – 
An unspoken understanding sneered behind the mask.
Face taunt with incomprehension, as sorrow squeezed out the substance.
I avoid the depths of my black dying heart, defiantly.
Anemic with reluctance – I usher the door
A smiling parody of phantom reminisce -
Poisonous and seductive. 
An enormous tear got away,
As you lay fragile and broken – bereft.

I’m sorry.

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To Pen a Poem

                                                   To Pen a Poem

           I used to think in rhythm and rhyme
                      It plagued the very heart of me
                             I could not walk or look or sit
                                         My thoughts collected  
                                                 And to meter they would fit

                       My mind would wander in 
                   multicolored hues
           I looked at life from 
   a different view

                                    Time marched in and busyness came
                                             My time for poetry seemed to wane
                                                         Eventually the passion it did leave
                                                               But the healing power that
                                                                        I did need
                                                                            I found it
                                                                                  when I
didn’t see
    so much emotion inside of me

                               So much the gift I was given
                                               To heal a heart in rhyme and rhythm


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It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!

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I am trapped in a dimension
Where only repetition exists,
That reoccurs the colour theme of black. 

But the windows are very visible from the doom,
Delineating bright sunlight and pavement colour of the moon. 
Best of all, I can see the birds flapping their mighty wings.

I unfold my arms with barely any strength, 
And reach for them, 
Hoping to become one of them.

Every night and morning when the outside of the windows,
Is beautifully shaded with calming grey that mellows.

And when it is painted in soft blended colour of thick orange and light yellow,
Birds fly between South and North through the colour of fallow. 

I can tell very easily without effort, 
Each of them holds great stories
Because I was like them once, 
Who also held great stories. 

Yes, I was one of those birds, 
With pride and strength, 
That glided through the treasure sites, 
And enjoyed when the warm breeze kissed my cheeks
Over golden sparkling oceans.

But now my wings are broken,
Memories and valuables torn apart in ashes,
In to pieces that cannot be glued back. 

So I always whisper to myself,
With solemn remorse,
I sure do miss those days. 

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Bold is the heart of the adventure, seekers of the undiscovered
Frontiers beyond the realm of mankind’s knowledge.  Hardy, bulling
Figures the unafraid, the uninitiated these spirited wilderness men.
Of epic proportions whom challenge fate, and defy death itself.
Railing against its white rapids of the unknown. 
Hailing their indifference by yelling at the top of their lungs,
We will not surrender until the ending of our final journey,
Has come and consumes us utterly, leaving nothing left
But footnotes at the bottom of historical records dusty pages
Behind as our only existing legacy.
The great serpent snake of the Amazon, crawls through the open
Belly wound of the Brazilian rainforest, splitting the devils dark
Jungle in half, a beckoning demon calling unto the heart
 Of the adventurer come explore me if you so dare.
Adversities freedom stalkers, heeded this challenge,
Grappling at the serpents tributaries rattling tail, biting
And spitting at them, with sufferage's malice, the reptile
Of aquatic distain, cost many lives of the innocent in its
Vengeance aftermath.
In this river of doubt called the Rio da Duvida, 
This vipers poison travels fast through the veins of mortal
Men, starvation, Malaria and the mistrust of others destroys
The flesh from within and from without.
 Leaving spiritual wounds that will never heal no matter the
Strength of one’s faith, or the endurance of the individual 
Whom survives the attack of this snake called
The mighty Amazon River.
Three adventures made it through this black jungle of death,
Theodore Roosevelt’s, his son Kermit, and the leader
Of this historical group Mr. Rodon.
After reading about their story of bravery, I the author
Of this tail have one thing to say in their memory, bully
Gentlemen, and on wards unto your next journey’s adventure,
And may its endings final current find you well at the end.


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I'm Not Alright

I'm not alright!

my heart is empty
my eyes are blind
my mind is hollow
my soul is lost :-(

God where am I?

my heart has harden
my eyes see nothing
my mind is clueless
my soul is empty :'(

God why?


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As the tempo lifts unto a spotlight releasing a pulsed dangle where limbs, arms, and hips gyrate on flamed waves of a lambent dance: skirts mounting through Chicago musical’s tones… and like splashed paint, each raced jiggle turns vaudeville into fireworks of air-brushed strokes illuminating the arena with raw movement as every tap enters a kinesthetic pore; while I, between suctioned gasps, quiver inside my belly…intoxicated! Rick Parise's Ekphrasis Contest My Muse is the Performing Arts

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Habits at dawn - Catie Lindsey

Habits at Dawn   (Collaboration Contest)

by~ Catie Lindsey

Everything eventually dies
in long hours of neglect
and what remains is not what you think
nor what you suspect.
Guarded safely forty fathoms below
where little white lies and evil intent
cannot swim the bustling tide
of the things strong men invent.
Cruelty in a place
where honor was thrown to the wind
where loyalty meets with lashing out
crushing bones into pulp
shading the flowers bloom
stripping the heart of any hope
that goodness will come soon.
It is safer not to feel
and hearts can't always mend
from fabrication of intent
to swallow you whole
spit you out and then
walk away.
Funny how strong men invent
new means of weakness
casting shadows and pounding dents
into the body of the soul.
The heart stands no chance
with liars who get bored
and concoct evil intent.

by~ Poet Destroyer

As life rebirth the surface
Everything abandon will soon gain custody.
For every lie I will leave you wordless,
and subside your pleasure of gluttony.
You think I will drown with God on my side
All the things you men invent, 
are nothing but lies, your evil excuses under disguise.
One day you will be held in content 
Honor in what?
The way you think you can slip away.
Loyalty was the shortest subject you ever took.
Turning every wrong page in my book.
You men can strip our heart,
And give us the will of no hope.
I said Nope!
Along will come God, 
who will flip my boat again to float.
I will see the goodness!
And feel stronger than I was before.
Mend my heart with new habits to explore.
Swallow the whole world complete.
You will be the one beneath my feet.
Weakness you will find in your own shadow,
once I walk away from your deceit.
Lashing out to bring me near
Never will you hurt me, 
or set my heart in tears.
New habits are easy as one two three.

A collaboration with* Catie Lindsey

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The First Tone Poem

I chug upward
as the air
thins, the sky
blues the stars.
Then it, at the peak,
stops. Music
is not like life.
Envisioning the rhythm of time,
when the now point arrives
there is no view.
I have to tumble 
slide down
letting out 
the melody
of my breath.

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Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...

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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

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When I see your charming face Kawaali

Male Voice  
When I see,                    your charming face,   O love,
I feel proud of my luck,                           once    again,
And my heart wants to rejoice,                     the truth,
God must be living,           somewhere near the grace.		

When I look deep  into                          your  enchanting eyes,
Life began to look, so beautiful                       and  full of craze,     
When I touch,                                              your silky Rosy lips,
I feel a wave of pleasure,                 running somewhere in me.

Female voice
When you come,	      close to my heart, O love,
My eyes feel shy,			        to look at you,
Feeling the fragrance of your          body  my love,
My life began to shower,         its blessings on me.			

And whenever,                     my eyes meet with you, 
I feel a lightening in my heart,                somewhere,
As if,    on the pages of my heart and mind,    O love,
You have written a story,       which shines with love.			

Male voice
Even if I want to forget,    it does not happen,   O love,
Never ever your image,         vanishes  from my sight,
The moment I remember,              your charming face,
A poem starts playing on my mind,                  O  love. 		

Female voice
The world of heart,                        is an amazing place,     
And the traditions of society are such,      in every age,
Here the moment two hearts sings,       a song of love,
The world began its best, to make it a song of sadness.		

Male voice
After listening your story,   		                I feel, O love,
We too have to follow,                  the tradition of true love,
Still,  our soul would meet,       if not here,  high over there,
Where no one would ever,           get a chance to betray us.		

Female voice
We see the same story of tragedy,             in every age, O love,
Whether it was Heer and Ranjha* or               Romeo and Juliet,
Whenever two hearts meets and celebrate,  the festival of love,
The world becomes envious,                          for  both the lovers.	

It is not easy to change,                          the feelings of jealously and hatred on
As its lives not only in the east or  west,                   or in the north or   south
of earth,
It flows in the blood streams of human beings      and its grows with passion and lust,
We would change the traditions  of the world & would make a new world beyond earth.	 	      

11th Jan. 2011

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Call me Mayumi. I know not exactly where I come from, nor do I know how I came to be, but I have been to the heart of of a freezing boulder, and I have lived to tell this tale. This is my story~ There was never any other man more feared than he... waves have crashed against him yet he still stood proudly, stoic and stubborn until I came along... I was nobody, didn't even know my name when I washed over to his island Lost Can hardly remember that day but people say it was the first time that the sun peeked through, after a month-long rain His dark brooding eyes seared my soul- that is all I remember yet I stared back and in that instant I knew that I had broken him... I never do know what powers I have over him but I had it, all I had to do was ask... It was exhilarating in a way, but also frightening, for I never knew how much hold I had on him odd as it may seem, I changed him He always said that I was the truth serum that finally freed him I will not elaborate but needless to say I wholly understood why it was necessary for him to be a boulder, and a frozen one at that... we all have our secrets but it is enough that he has shared it with me My cheeks, they blush like rose petals whenever I remember how he blessed me with a Name... finally I was Somebody~ --Mayumi-- which meant --o--truth--o-- ~--gentle--~ ~*~beauty~*~ I called her Mayumi. I know not exactly where she came from, but I know we were meant to be, she has been to the heart of of a freezing boulder, has thawed it, and continues to live there. She is my life~ *** Mayumi is a Japanese girl's name which can be translated to truth, gentle, beauty OR truth, reason, beauty it is also a Filipino name, meaning modest :) For Constance's Tell Her Story contest --nikko :)--

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A Bottle of Wisdom

    "A Bottle of Wisdom"

treasure Life as a precious gift from God
embrace each moment, tenderly, with love
pursue dreams in a land of freedom for all
never lose sight of goals to achieve successfully
share this poignant message with others
who are deemed special in Life for this...
a bottle of wisdom contains the keys to happiness.

absorb the brilliance of Nature's vibrant domain
preserve the environment and creatures who dwell
within the forest greenery ... inhale majestic beauty
observe the pride of Earth's Planet
although attacks have beenwaged to destroy
the fibers and fabric of a lovely tapestry
victory reigns in the human heart and spirit
a bottle of wisdom endows one with power to survive.

cradle your children with hearty hugs and kisses
every moment in Time so they lest forget the
intensity of love ... shower them with deep affection
too much abuse has already been ravaged on those
less fortunate .. left orphaned by War ..
cherish your companion, counterpart, significant other
husband, wife or friend .. they remain the strong foundation
to enjoy abundant living,

all I have written and offered to you who discover
this priceless jewel from the ocean I share in love
always remember love makes the World go round so
hold this motto in your heart ... Love Conquers Life

fall in love with love.

*For Catie Lindsey's Message in a Bottle Contest.  

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Thinking Of You

I remember happiness,
No more,
No less,
Only true love.

I imagined,
You beside me...

I remember your eyes,
I remember your lips,
I feel your love,
I know your life...

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Rainforest floor

From the sky it falls
As do many others
Where will it land?
Only calculated formulas can tell

As it is suspended
And hurled down
It is confined and alone
Not bound to another

Some will land in an ocean
Others lakes, ponds, creeks, puddles
Even into earth beneath the trees
Left to find another source similar

A journey short for some
And tedious and suffocating for others
To be hurled into acceptance
Or to travel until it is found

When we splatter from above
And bind with another
What will you wish fo
An ocean of options
Or a rainforest floor

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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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A wonderful show - nature a popular theme contest

I am sitting here on the sand
Knees bent arms hugging them close
Looking in wonderment at the sky
an artist's hand is painting it's finest work

First a splash of red to lighten the dark sky
followed by  lighter tones of orange
to bring out the nights glow
Then the yellow is applied to raise it up
to the most beautiful sky, a wonderful show

But nature has more to enthral us
Silently wending its way through the nights sky
I see large birds returning home
Their silhouette completes the picture
black shadows against a bevy of fiery hues

I try to remember the tones using my minds eye.
We are so lucky to be able to enjoy such a nightly scene
nature bringing us pictures anew, for us to peruse

Penned 30 May 2013

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For All Of You

For you, I will see,
For you, I would guarantee,
For you, I could be an emcee,
For you, I will pass oversea,
For all of you, I could be esprited...

For you, I will walk,
For you, I won't baulk,
For all of you, we will flock,
For all of you, I won't pock,
For all of you, this won't be a crock...

For you, I will think,
For you, I will blink,
For you, I would interlink,
For all of you, I would sync,
For you, I can break brinks,
For all of you, I might bequeath...

For all of you, I might concede,
For you, I might precede,
For all of you, I might exceed,
For you, I mit accede,
With all of you, I might proceed,
With all of you, I might succeed,
For you, I might bleed,
For all of you, I could be a steed...

From all of you, I might receive,
To all of you, I might give,
For you, I might cry,
For you, I might lead,
For you, I can try,
More I could say,
But for you, I might live,
For all of you, I might die,
I could give my soul, for all of you...

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It all started with three nails on a cross

It all started with three nails on a cross

Written By Dean Masciarelli

March 6, 2010 (9:28am)

It all started with three nails on a cross

And then when Jesus died he went to hell

Where he spent three days and three nights
for one purpose to try to save some souls

And on the third day he rose from the dead 
according to the scriptures

And the first ones to bare witness 
to his rising were some of 
the ladies that were near his tomb

Yet so many people had trouble believing this

And then Jesus appeared to the dejected apostle
and he walked with him by the flowers and shrubs

And as they walked through the garden

Jesus tried to explain to Peter

That the enemy didn’t want to let Peter go

But Jesus let Peter know

That he wouldn’t give him up

Because he knew Peters heart and that’s why he forgave him

So that Peter could share his gospel with those who sit in the darkness

Because he wanted Peter to try to change 
the evil thoughts of the natural minds of men

And in the process it literally changed Peters doubts

And all the sorrow that he carried in his heart

And then Jesus vanished as quickly as he appeared

And Peter knew in his heart that he was given a second chance

And it just goes to show all of us that Jesus truly has such a forgiving heart

And that is why he died with three nails on the cross 

So that he could forgive us for our sins 

If we would just have enough faith to believe in him

For he will never forsake us because that is his promise


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I am shy

I get nervous in front of crowds
my first words are usually shaky
I can stand straight but take a few steps 
in a direction corresponding with that awkward moment
you realize
everyone is listening, interpreting, judging, sympathizing
just trying to understand
the first time I gave a speech was 6th grade
the teacher said its hard speaking in front of a class
who wants to try?
I got brave and took the spotlight
only to find I was blinded
and at a loss for words
show and tell was stress
I ate my silence
I just want to connect, on a grande scale
fast, quick, and easy
The only speaking that mattered 
was my great grand mothers funeral
I was the oldest of a generation
I spent a while getting my thoughts down
what I said lasted only a few minutes
the words echo in my head
have been
and probably will till death
I want to lead a group into chaos
get everyone to dance
become wild creatures fleeting on our fairest fancies
seek joy and fearlessly love
express in a healthy way
be aware
I'm just trying to connect
I am shy

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Planning on crossing over
where footprints of night
are ne'er seen...
There fish are spawning
in clear blue stream ~
Surrounded by verdant green;
Nature begins speaking to me.
An antiquated chine-wood bridge
gracefully arches it back
with sturdy braids makes a path ~
That I may cross  to a place serene
Where nightingales and crickets sing
It's a place where I do my thinking
Unafraid to shed my skin ~
by dusk as honey bear I may roam,
by dawn take flight as an eagle
I may be found soaring toward home.
Upon opening mine eyes
I come to realize the colors of the skies
Yes, I've crossed that bridge before

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A look encourages the inspired brush, offers budding umbrage.
Beauty absolves his ego with incandescent blushes. 

Ophelia, reborn, undermines light, accentuates darkness. 
Eternal temptress in blue opens lips untouched by another’s. 
His eyes take in the opal skin, unique features and he envisions 
grace immortalized by ordinary glaze. Unfazed, she assents to
ebullience, fortuitous intrusions that orchestrate her unveiling.

Strangely, all the emollients fluster in paint, occasionally curdle. 
Umber requires attention, demands extra care, intricate layers 
of pigment. Unfaithful thoughts attend sessions, each sitting. 
Indigo scarf occludes silkiness under the allusive fabric. 

Embers colour irises, shades of regal ultramarine. Virginal, 
a subject ethereal, newly immured by obedience that underlings procure.  
Assured but exposed, his inamorata, now ornamental, smiles unwarily.
Luminosity assaults canvas, eclipses reason, indulges mixed oils 
with unbearable sensuality. Again, he endures lust incarnate, flesh.
O, he’s undone by art’s sweet etch that is both overt yet untenably vague.

A pearl earring cannot incur nor obstruct carnal urges, fantasies. As Vermeer* 
effaces her innocence, he obscures desire’s ulterior.

*Johannes Vermeer is a Dutch painter known for his masterpiece, Girl with a Pearl Earring. Nothing is known of the model. This is solely free-falling imagination, not factual. To see the painting, please click on the about this poem link. For further information I recommend:

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In the midst of seasons the sun was hiding.
At first I cried but then I faced the light
-and I was only a spark of life's fire-
through the chinks of my eye.
From my first name until the last
I've been called a thousand times
I've been told a thousand lies
from my first time until the last.
Escape's destiny was not a choice
-roads were already there-
as I was leaving past behind
along with wounded flags and songs
to no country I belonged
as I ran into the wild.
Fear's power became mine
and I slept on bed of dawn
reaching my ancient route, touching my naked ego
softly as a fly
breathing the air from the inside
from citie's terrorism I survived
Lying on nature's nest like a bird,
like a bird child.
My senses binded were with the wild
-wild senses I let them fly-
and while I delivered my crown to earth's judgement
I knew I was no glorious queen,
I was alive.

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On A Lonely Bench

Sitting on a lonely bench,

Memories got me blenched,

Your heart I tried to clench,

Though, the rains got me drenched,

From hearts I needed to entrench...


Your words not retrenched,

From things I wanted to bent,

While you often tended to bend,

Without letting me mend...


You, I tried to fend,

You borrowed and erased te times I used to lend,

Manipulated and used by you,

Pretending to be a friend...


From hallows I scended

From errors you descended,

My life wished to be attended.

Even though, you got me expended,

My hands were still extended,

Even though, you got me offended...


The times I misspended,

You still condescended me,

Though, the changes were about to be impended,

I was still amended,

And I was still intended...


But, I was not comprehended,

Even though, you were condemned and untamed,

While I was aimed to be blamed,

Still, more thing you wanted to borrow and gain...


Although, this is the end,

The ways, I will paint,

For the pains to get unbended,

As I contemplate nature and life,

With memories that swayed and portended,

As my soul slowly transcended,

While sitting on a lonely bench...

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Overheard - A Heavenly Conversation - Part 2

Well, Father, he is a bit like ; Like Thomas, Yet he’s not even sure of his Doubt
For more than once, he’s called us out, but in his rage, the benefit of his Doubt
His Heart longs to know, how long SHE will Glow, if he must walk the road “Below”
To his Eternal World of Pain, hate, Sorrow, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow; he will go
His Heart is here, with US, his LOVE is True and Just , the doubt in his Heart, shall Die
His LOVE is real, for still he calls to YOU , Through ME His LOVE Eternal his Wife LENORE
                      Lives with us, She too is Lonely for his LOVE

                                        To be Continued

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Good Poetry

Good poetry
is deeply felt,
is clear and musical --
not muddy and confused,
not inept and thoughtless;
not mere dumb prattle.
A poet must
shape language
to his special needs,
understand its proper uses,
harness its power and,
above all, use it
to display, to celebrate,
to glory in his own innate
creative spark.

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A Broken Heart

           A promise to be together is broken,
just not a promise but my soul
      which always loved you,
no matter how risky it was for me.
     I traded my heart in return for 
your love
           ended being betrayed and totally
wreck me completely but not my
     heart ,which is always for you
 and awaits you.
Living happily with someone
      in the castle ,built of our memories'
is a death bed to me.
Just for second ,could not you see
what you are to me
           Listen to my broken heart,
what its saying to you.
         Take a step back and turn back
around and see where I am,
           holding pieces of my heart
in  hands.
     You could not see tears in my ears and
now you are making me cry.
           How could you just walk away from my life,
from me crushing my soul.
        I will die for you every day ,
to see  you alive.
you were my valentine for a lifetime
   and  you are gone leaving me
in miserable pain.
Atleast tell me how to live without you.

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Tears In Heaven

Will there be tears in heaven

When I search for you and you're not there?

The blood of Jesus ran down the cross

But you say you don't care

You don't believe in someone who allows suffering here on earth

Yet, He endured much more pain, He died for us

Comprehending such love is impossible, until you invite Him into your heart

Stepping past where your eyes can't see, by faith is where you must start

Must my heart be forever broken and in heaven teardrops forever shed?

Because your heart was once broken and can't forgive and believe instead

©Donna Jones

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to Beethoven

I love you.

But you play your
Moonlight Sonata
On a bleak night and
I am left-
In my coffin
Bones devouring
Eyes drowning in chasms
Left wide open-
Wearing a black dress
With a white collar
Sweeping dust and talking
To myself

All the delicate Ballerinas 
Of the world
Softly dance with those
Grotesque girls
Who were told they were
Too fat to perform
When they were alive

And the Cavaliers watch from afar- 
As they write poetry drained
With Disdain towards
The Love
They never had and never lost

The Emersons and the Twains
Watch quietly--
The Einsteins, Newtons, and Hookes- 
Scribble formulas on napkins
As they try to calculate
The changing notes your Piano Plays---

The kings quarrel and start a war.

Scared for the life I have already lost I-
Clench to the hand of the
Man next to me
Who died of cancer because he
Swore and drank too much

All our thoughts collide
The piano plays on
Newspapers rot
And it all flashes before me-
The Pharaohs
The Kings
The Wars in the name of God
The poems
The symphonies
Centuries filled with Nothing

It all flashes before me-
As we die again 
And again

The process repeats itself at least twice-

Until I wake up in my bed,
Take off my earphones
And stare at the 
Empty room around me.

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Without Love

                           As my heart falls deeper, 
                           your soul cries.
                           For me, the echoes are silence. 
                           Our deep love is frayed.

                           My soft heart descends
                           into your loving soul.

                           Forever sorrow is gone,
                           all shadows of loneliness fade.

                           To nevermore be without love.

                           created by johnaarongreen

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                       Scarlet sun spread your
                       Beauty upon the world, as
 You emerge from beneath the mere, cobalt
Springs amongst the meadows…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
Your reflection glimmers amid
Waltzing oceans of euphoria…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You penetrate feathery clouds
Of white, ascending…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
Your radiation of shimmering light
Evaporates crystals of water droplets,
Sliding on blooming petals…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
You embellish the sky with 
Your flickering smiles…  

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You disappear along with 
The shining sky, into a sacred world
You beautify…


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My Prayer on Xmas Day

My Prayer on Xmas Day 

You came as a beam of Light, for the suffering humanity,
To remove, cruelties of Life  and to spread Love and forgiveness,
And became,  a symbol   of a new dawn,
Ending the dread of the darkness by your sublime Love, Light  & forgiveness,

Simplicity,  and the teachings of forgiveness  and Love for all,
Was the name of your great causes, and your divine   appearance, O’ Jesus,
Your heart melts to heal,  every suffering human,  
And the light of your love, filled a new life to awaken the souls of those, 
Who were in miseries and pains  and  were in great sufferings, 

Humanity would always remain indebted,  for showing everyone,
A path of Love, forgiveness and living a life of truthful non-voilence,
My humble   prayer to You,   on the great day of Xmas would be,           
To show a path of Love in the hearts of those, who are living in hatred,
To throw a light of kindness and Love, on those, who are in great distress,

Instead of revenge and violence, which is slowly engulfing the entire world,
Fill the heart of every human being, irrespective  of,
Places, beliefs and religions,  with the Light of Your divine Love  & benevolence,
And bless them, so that they may know the joy of living with Peace and Love,
And may adopt a better way of life, of living with love and kindness for all others.


Kanpur India 19th Dec. 2010


With Greetings for all my friends anywhere in the world, for a Merry Christmas and a very
Happy and Prosperous New Year 2011.

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First and Only

First and Only
by Carlyn Parent

My heart tingles around the boy
in our middle school hallway,
inducing my body to a pleasant numbness.

My words stutter 
the first time we innocently speak.
Time stops
when his soft, thin lips passionately meet mine. 

Surely this is just puppy love…

My heart tingles around the young man
in our high school hallway,
inducing my body to a pleasant numbness. 

My lips waver 
when he smiles my direction. 
My legs weaken
when our blue eyes connect.

He is my first love. 

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O My Life

My heart is selfish; it slipped again (fall in love again),
Yesterday was his, and now it is yours from this night,
O my life...
You came across my sight,
Like morning in afternoon,
My heart is not intoxicated without reason; my will/character has changed its side,
You touched me in such a way,
That this nature, this environment is changed,
O my life...
My heart does not understand this relationship,
Don’t know, don't know, what happened to it,
It is finding shelter of your arms,
Where are you? Where are you?
O my life...

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Poetic Robbery

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Looking for Nancy Emily

Unhooking the chain 
I opened the rusty gates
to Olive Branch Cemetery
Hallowed ground of yesteryear
Peaceful as the name sounds.
There is a place of comfort sweet
Near to the heart of God
A place where we our Savior meet
Near to the heart of God
Like a white butterfly fluttering from 
One headstone to another headstone
where sweet clover blossoms rested their heads
protecting the ancestors of long ago—
Stopping by each one 
I gently touch and wonder
Standing on rolling hills of countryside
Six-foot tall or five-foot short
giants of the soil
English honest proud
farmers tilling the land 
children by their side helping
with French heritage mother 
 who listened to the tears,
cooked meals, washed clothes
lesser than the men but carried on.
Walking in time  thinking, then
      Seeing it!
I lifted up Nancy Emily’s initialed stone
N E P lying on the ground 
young farm girl no state aid 
rocking her baby boy
For when my heart is troubled, filled with fear,
Jesus whispers peace
Young lad gladdening saddened family hearts.
I wonder her pain kept a secret
Until descendants began to unearth
digging deeper than her simple grave

Nancy Emily, rest well knowing
your descendants are bright and fruitful
healing the sick 
      teaching children 
           keeping the law
    at home and afar raising children to become.
Whispering hope, O how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice
Oh! Family of long ago
toiling planting reaping caring
lying now on former fields
with mottled stones announcing your place.
N E P stands upright.
Feeling like a mighty oak tree 
faithful and fulfilled,
I leave
fastening tight the rusty gates—
past secured for future

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Send me a lover
Send me a goddess
Send me the rain
To wash away the pain
To wash away the stain
On my heart and brain

Extract the poison
she spilled in my veins
Lord knows I am going
Insane there's a female
Dragon I need it to be slain

She wasn't dumb
But she was numb
So to be her equal
I guzzled more rum
I said the sky was blue
She said the sky was green 
I guess we seen different worlds
and dreams.

Send me a lover
Send me a goddess
Send me the rain
To wash away the pain
To wash away the stain
On my heart and brain

She wasn't crazy
She was confused
Randomly her body
Changed to different
hues from red to
black then black
to blues happy then
mad then back to blues

She lied then tried
to justify the lie
I listened sat back
and sighed then

She had the audacity to
say I had a negative vibe,

Send me a lover
Send me a goddess
Send me the rain
To wash away the pain
To wash away the stain
On my heart and brain

A brother like me needs peace like
mahatma Gandhi, Malcolm X ,or Martin 
Luther king , I am not asking to be treated
like a prince or a king,I am not asking you 
to understand everything ,but at least something.

Your a chameleon
a comedian you make me laugh 
Thank god when I went to buy 
that diamond ring I lost my cash.

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Naughty Boy by Briton Riviere

The long dark winter had expired 
And spring with its vibrant colors was here
I was enticed by the great beauty of the outside
And planned to feign a headache after lunch
While my tutor, Mr. Hobart showed great concern
He gave Instructions that I not be disturbed
As I would be taking a long, quiet nap after noon

I do admit, I concocted a lie to later make my escape
I was free to chase dragonflies with lucent wings 
Clear across the vast green lawn 
Catching bull frogs in the garden pond
And listening to Old Ned tell those tall tales 
To his eager audience down at the stables
Never did I realize that I could be found out

I do not regret my adventures of that afternoon
It was the most enjoyable time I had had in a while
Now I face the circumstance of my deception
I was given a choice of punishment…
Either to spend three afternoons confined to the library
Or have the incident relayed to my parents abroad...
I have chosen to remain within these dark drab walls 

Bored to no end, that I am!
However, I must say that I have learned my lesson 
And through my fault, Rover, it seems is confined as well
My faithful old hound sympathizes; he understands how I feel
He gives hugs to console me whenever I am close to tears
I know how much he loves me as he never leaves my side
Not even when we know very well, that I have been a naughty boy

Note:  Inspired by the "Naughty Boy" Painting by Briton Riviere. (Google)

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A land of ice and snow, a picture perfect postcard,
It is here I walk alone, lost in thought, of glories utter
Amazement surrounding me.
Draped across the pine branches of evergreen, frozen white
Lace glistens, in the December sun.
Raw wilderness lain exposed, on a canvas of bare natural beauty.
Freedom's unexplored world, lies outstretched before me,
In this my wintery wonderland.
Crisp is the wind, blowing against my skin, it sends
An icy chill downwards, but I notice not.
I'm a dreamer set adrift, engulfed by a poets
Yearning, to put words of inspiration, onto an empty page.
Heavy steps, crunch the layers texture beneath, nay
I'll remain still, soaking in this forest portrait.
Before these eyes, I'm unable to grasp everything,
There is to be seen, but ti’s a spiritual moment,
Of reflection, in clarity's vision.
The mountains breath, is a thin chilling mist,
A fine thin halo, placed upon rocky peaks majesty, by the
God's themselves, a majestic crowning of divine design.
Covenanting these exteriors hardened edge,
It gives a taste of harsh flavor, to this natural
Paradise left undiscovered.
The blue hews of the sky, are Chris-crossed by
The northern lights, aurora’s multicolored rainbows,
Dancing in the Alaskan horizon.
An echoing peace lives here, a quite tranquility,
Humanity has forgotten for progress.
It is a magical essence of solitude, that
Speaks to ones inner being, a purity in the
Meaning of existence.
Within my little cabin, I'll rest, beside the fire side,
Warming these aching bones.
 But the mind remains alive and alert, sparked by
A higher powers kindling, a flame, ignited with imagination,
In this my wintery wonderland.




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A single rib cage protects our hearts,
and so we believe that when our hearts are broken,
it is because of the scarce armor we have surrounding them.
Maybe our hearts aren’t throbbing form the hurt,
but rather they trying to fight their ways out of their cages
so they are no longer held captive to our suffering minds. 

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A Great Lady


                                                 A Great Lady

                             She made every summer happy and free,
                              with sleepovers out in the country.
                             She made sticky buns and lemon tea,
                              on her old wood stove just for me.

                             She had good words for one and all,
                             and a ear to listen to everyone woes.

                             She was warm, loving with a heart of gold,
                             A great lady, my Grandma.

                                       Anne Rutherford
                                       Copyright 2008
                                Poems From The Heart Series

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Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.

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God Bless The Garbage Man

Though this is written like a poem it is
more of a thank you letter.

God answers prayers in so many ways
he brings us people to help keep the faith
he gave to me a sweet, sweet man
who helped me truly understand
when i was low and ready to give up
see i was broke 
Without a job, no money, no food, no gas in the car
My husband needed to go and find work
To help his family stay a float
We saw the garbage man outside
We feared he'd come to take our garbage can
So we rushed out side to ask him not too
He said he wasn't there too
He just came to empty our can
'Cause the regular garbage man had passed us up
Now here is were God steps in
My husband and the garbage man talk outside for quit awhile
Tears fill my heart when I think of what comes next
My husband leaves and comes right back
He tells me that the garbage man has put $23 of gas in our van
My heart must of skipped a beat, I could not believe his generosity
Though it does not stop there
Apparently the garbage man has also given us $40 in cash
His only wish is was that it was not spent on cigarettes or booze 
This money was for my family to get food
So often we forget how God lends a helping hand
God does not promise to make us rich, or grant us all we wish
He simply says just ask of me and all you NEED will be given to thee

Today I send out a special prayer, "God, Please bless The Garbage Man that 
gave my family a helping hand. Amen"

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TO: Vienna Bombardieri YoUrs TrulY thE DruKeN PoEt

You are~
The queen of hive~keeping a universe of sweetness alive.
The richness of air~ more richness than a gem or bank can bare.
The float of a boat~the ink of a love note.
The warmth of a coat~the warmth of prevailing hope.

With a billion brilliantly buffed  stars you shine~a shine in the night of my mind.
You are the eloquence of glistening and glamorous Fiji waters~beauteous waves of mind.
A Unhurried dulcet substance steaming ahead~honey flowing through your veins.
I can visualize your golden veins,coiling on the
bars of heavens divine gates ~ your soul the key to heaven.
I'm  sure a blind man can see you, I'm sure women would love to be you~ I'm sure though I haven't seen you.

Perhaps I seen you in
the rose I smelled yesterday
the sun of today
the mystical formation of
comely clouds. 
perhaps I seen you girdled in 
trees of fortitude,may be you
are the the fortifier of it all,the
beautifier of all roses standing tall.

You are the first steps of a baby
that once use to crawl,supportive
to all.You are the benign tender of
a baby's BIRTH~

So go ahead ask me what your WORTH,
and yes baby people like you is the 
restoration of EARTH.

So go ahead ask me what your WORTH,

Your birth chained heaven to earth~
A visible but invisible cord the doctors couldn't Cut,

BUT guess what these words came from the heaven in my GUT!!!

Written BY: Elliott Bowe

TO: Vienna Bombardieri
YoUrs TrulY thE DruKeN PoEt

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By destiny, became friends
Not by real contact but e - contact
Great was the distance that separate, yet felt so close
Shared dreams, goals and ambitions
With optimum passion of achieving them
Shared knowledge which empowered onto wisdom
Got to know the common and contrast 
Hours after hours, laughed and frowned
Days after days, shared pains and gains
Months after months, the hearts seemed too close for an e-feelings
There arose a need for some definitions to be made
Necessitating some decisions to be taken
Alas! picked the word 'distance' even in the digital world
Anytime the past memories beeped, 
It seemed treading the future path was impossible
Month by month, could see more possibility
Day by day, could get rid of the past memories
Hour by hour, the future path became clearer
And at the last minute when everything seem to be new
There appear the e-friend in the real world
Like a shadow under the sparkling light
with blast of some melodious  music of Spanish touch
Thought everything was over
But not the impression left by love
which could lead to something new
And definitely in the real world

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Beyond The Distance And The Days

Our love grows stronger,
Even beyond the distance,
Even beyond the days.
I know you're with me always
And I'm always with you;
In God together we're together forever
And physically we'll be together forever soon.

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The princess of forever

Enter my heart as I take your precious hand, 

I waited for the sky to turn blue as you stepped across the path of amour.

Never knowing but always feeling, we share a perfect glimpse of sunshine

every time we stare upon ourselves. 


Don't make me smile dear angel of pastel clouds,

you know not the depth of my being and you risk falling into an endless sea of

giving & giving. A heart like mine, can never take from a bright spark such as you.

Only capable to beat to the rhythm of your dance & read the magical 

story your eyes like to tell. 


I put my fears in a box as you rest your head upon my shoulder,

you toss them on the road to nowhere & offer a moment of solace to me.

I will always remember the day I woke up to the reality of my dreams.

You inspire all of the goodness to resurface & you remind me to enjoy the oneness

of each breath.


Thank you for sharing each second between the hands of time,

as all stands still in your beauty, whenever you grace me with 

your sweet presence. 


In these moments...

silence is filled with laughter

hunger is fulfilled with a lack of need

& I, my dear... am big in a little world.





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Cherry Red

She sat on the Bart
the subway whooshed on
swaying like a fine woman’s hips,
a picture of perfection,
her bike chipped and cherry red 
as her fingernails.

Peaches and cream 
her cheeks blushed, her dress draped,
falling between two elegant knees,
a fiery-red, curtain of cloth
scattered with white polka-dots.

She made an impression,
a work of walking art and kindness
leaked from her every pore. 

I, a fish out of water in her stream,
asked the way, the stop.
Her hand shifted atop the trash-bag
covered seat of her bike, as she braced the frame
against the seat stanchion
with an elegant hand 
wrapped in fingerless, red, wool gloves.

"I’ll watch for you” she said...
“It’s hard to see and too much noise to hear.”

Glancing down, my matronly sneakers
beside her caramel cowboy boots, 
feeling a bit lost but safe...
her Pacific-blue eyes reassuring 
beneath her honey colored bangs.
A vision of unkempt loveliness,
nameless aid to wandering mothers.
The train stopped and with a point,
she shooshed me off the East Bay train. 

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Happiness is a child's laugh

Happiness is a child's laugh, a soft kiss, or a gentle touch. Not necessarily in that order. My life has had many chapters - some wonderful, some heartbreaking - but all of them have written the story of the person I have become. I haven't always loved the book, but now I can see it has a happily ever after.

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Where the Wind Blows

The Waxing Moon and the Wind

The winter wind tears at the throat of night
like a fair weather friend. 
Once, breeze born seeds had nourished
the ripe soil of summer's joining,
alliances of water, wind, earth and fire
which formed from heart source,
now ravaged by competition.
Howls of blood lust wreak havoc
on the weakening darkness, the pack hunts,
reveling in the hoar frost and the sharp
hump of gibbous moon in the eastern sky.
Each rattle of shutter brings hope to the
onslaught of gale searching to claim
the lead and lead…
to find a chink in the human armor
of hearth, home and family.
Yet, though the wind has might,
the heart fire burns bright and in this warm
light true friendship can be born,
for there is no beauty in the gnashing of teeth
and rending of nascent flesh.
May the wind mellow and once again
carry the seeds of Spring, new life, new art,
and upon the rack of Godly hart.

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To The Beat of Jazz Poetry

From bebop, swing to hip-hops thing
True poets had it best
For there is a rhythm in the soul, 
Which they all just had to express

Some could not control
This powerful thing 
 Was so often put to the test

It began to dawn coming on strong
Within the birth of a thing 
Called the Harlem Renaissance 

That jazz, that poetic-jazz, of intense birth 
Possessing syncopated rhythms 
And chronic expression of surreal tunes 

That perfected blend of jazz-poetry 
Developed into what it is today. 
Thanks to poets like Carl Dunbar and Langston Hughes 

That jazz, that jazz, that wonderful poetic-jazz
Being bred of pride, lyrical form and grace
Transcended cultural barriers 
Readily accepted in the 1950’s by the humane race 

Therefore, the mantra had begun to be 
So freely expressed within poetic lyrics 
To syncopated beats moving on through the 60’s and 70’s
By way of beat poets like Amiri Baraka

Returning strong throughout the 70’s and 80’s 
Thanks to artist like Gil Scott-Heron
Oh, snap he was one of the founding fathers 
Of spoken word poetry known to youngsters 

Borne to free-styling or hitting the beats 
On stage or in the streets
Yes, you’ve guessed it, most def its rap
Re-educating the poet in me, thanks to that thing 
In which made many a heart sing 
As these icons did their thing

Starting with something called modern day jazz-poetry…
Born during the Harlem renaissance and still going strong

Comments: I hope that you have enjoyed this free verse
tribute to some of the greatest modern day
founders of what is known as Jazz-Poetry.

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Art Of a Tree

The roots on my legs grow branches of a legend
A tree of hope like the dope Alexandra Pope
In forests men are hanged on a washing line between trees to dry their tears
Me followed a choir that struggled singing Gospel hyms sober
I am looking for Me
The son of My Body in your fertile ground
He gost lost in the middle of loud friendly zones and their grounds
Centre of imaginations was a tea bag on his homeless ground
He's never been grounded


I have no clue where Me has been but he donated words, ears and planted views
I have clues and a cue for his wounded wounds
He's been in hustle with smart fools
Me is sick but has never bothered to bother doctors who less studied him and his clues 
He is not an ash tray but remains the biggest fire in his own tree
The skin of Africa
Shut up and listen kinda like missions
Breaking visions of blind folded snakes as he wins all price tagged storms
Its a norm to bond and live in this morden traffic before roll down red carpets
Its a form filled in pencils for the world prefares editing your poems

Mischivous but real
Truth is, poetry stays real 
In different genarations poetry spreads in the name of love slamming doors
The warehouse of corrections in poetry slamming doors
Heart beats beat the need to grow perfection by force while painting love in triggers of speech

Using the same language to bridge brain triggers
Poetry must find Me 
Poetry questioned his dreams
He protected fantasies amplified by baby urines covored in beer bottles
Detox on cornflakes and milk with no honey repairing the night before disco lights chasing hunnies
Me flooded in different nations like a little bunny
Me must be somewhere in between real issues and being funny
The mistaken kitchen designer facing truth in the back of its head
In two faces facing facts in the back of its head 

Me was once located naked in the midist of lame headaches
Chasing perfect levels better than Rambo's muscles
Me must have been the perfect speaker speaking things on other levels
A rebel with no tattoo drawing hearts in fine art images exposing racoons in artistic headaches
Too lazy to kill a fly type rebel but quiker than the speed of life's comments
He planted smiles in suprise moments more like a depressed comedian
Anacondas hide their heads in Me's body languge Language is a body that plants bushes to hide anacondas in Me's headaches

Mischivous but real 
Truth is poetry stays real
In different genarations, poetry ran marathons in different names painting seeds of headaches
In different brains these words swam and died out from brain to brains
Producing light hearted legends in darkness love making moments
The karate kid who never whorship kiddings

Superman did fly for real
Me was told its not real so he can be real
Me might be hidding behind roots of rainy days
Days when Me opened his mouth to sip pure water from rain drops
Days when beef turned hip hop into chewable vegitables

What is plural if you cant malti task rural cool sounds in the eyes of strangers, 
Rain makes more skills grow faster in trees, 
With no intentions to preach 
Me must have lost track and tracked wrong tracks in the map of artistic muscles 
Chasing musculine profiles 
He was told chase your dream even when your legs are broken
He was told smell your smiles even when your dream nose is blocked
He was cold and turned warm in his born day with no expected understandings
He's the art of a tree

(c) Raymond Ngomane

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Where lies the future of music

A question was asked to me by a Yahoo Music lover, ‘where lies the future of music?’
My answer is here in the form a Poem.

Where lies the future of music?

The future of Music lies in the mind and heart of the people of this earth,

The future of Music lies in the mind and heart of the people of this earth,
So long as the Nature is there with all its beauty and charms, and
Love exists with all its loveliness of youth, joys and warmth’s, and
The longings of heart and cries for love are there and 
The agonies of life and pains capture everyone.

So long as there are chattering of birds and singing of Koyal,*and
The sound of music flows in every particle of nature,
Music will continue to enchant everyone and 
It would flourish to exist on earth forever.

So long as, we can hear the laughing of a child and 
A mother sings a lullaby for its hearts dearest smile, and 
So long as Poetry and Love would flow in our heart and soul,
Music will continue to exist in many forms and shapes,
Irrespective of languages, regions, places, instruments and songs.

However only that Music will exist, 
Which would touch and move the heart and soul of its listeners, and
Of those who cannot live without Music anymore.

In what shape it would bloom in future?
Would be decided by the new crop of listeners,
It may leave its old appearances to take a rebirth,
Like a the human soul, which is permanent and only,
Keep changing the body, as we change our old clothes,
And wears a new, when the old one is torn and exhausted.

Change and the Music are the only things permanent in this universe,
Having God's blessing the Music would exists always,
But it would keep changing
Its instruments, voices, melodies and effects.

New songs would come and new poets and singers would allure our hearts
New instruments would replace the melodies, 
Which charms to day and rule our body mind and hearts.

The only thing which is certain and permanent forever and for ever
The Music will continue to exist, until the end of civilization and earth.

Kanpur India  8th Oct 2010
*Koyal A melody singing bird of India like a nightingale

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spilled ink on a perfect verse

This isn't the time to run away

Nor is it the time to hide

they say "use your whole heart

and take a dive"


I forgot the past  while I  lay in your arms

you partially held me

became my blanket for the meantime

I swam in you and you in I

threw caution to the wind

I didn't think that eventually I'd cry

well I knew I would eventually cry but my brain

and my heart hadn't made it that far yet.


I forgot about the boundaries

and entered unchartered territory

I went places that I shouldn't have gone

because I desired you more than anything

you occupied places in my heart that

should have been left alone

but I unlocked the door for you

and here you'll stay forever


I still get shivers when I hear your voice

And your energy makes me feel like I'm a boss

you see the thing that attracted me the most

is that you picked me up when I was lost.

I fell into you even though I knew the cost.

Now my heart will always be thirsty for you.

Like damaged hair it became porous.


I don't blame you though. And surprisingly

enough I don't even blame me.

We saw a chance to steal a goal

but ended up stealing things we couldn't keep.

For a moment I owned the property,

even if in secret. But the bank took you back

and put foreclosure on my feelings.


Now I'm left scrambling here and there.

I gotta roll my sleeves down and brush off

these lingering feelings. This isn't going to be easy because

 I will still be me and you will still be you. Its like trying to get

away from a walking advertisement as big as the ones in times

sqaure advertising someone whose perfect for you.


But that reality is unreal so I put one foot in frount of  me

and slowly start to move.....

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What happens to angels tears, as they fall from the
Heaven above, into diamonds of ice so are they
Transformed, turning, spinning in the atmosphere.
Until unique unto themselves, white pieces of 
Frozen lace, perfections icy miracle, descending
From the blue hewed skies of Nirvana.
Covering the last leaf of fall, one by one
The power flakes glisten beneath the October sunshine.
Crystal shells of ice, freeze into water cylinders,
Forming sickles of decorations, that hang from
Every house and tree.
It is truly a winder wonderland, so beautiful
That the angels themselves come to behold,
What their teardrops have made, as a single
Feather falls from wings of grace, it to turns
To ice, and is blanketed beneath the freshly fallen snow.


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Your Eyes

There’s something special in your eyes,
Your breath is the wind that makes my heart soar like a kite,
?This night is very lucky,
The one whom the whole world desires is close to me,
?I have so much to say and yet I question,
?Should I voice what I’ve so often repeated in my heart?
There’s something special in your eyes,
Your breath is the wind that makes my heart soar like a kite,
?The light emanating from you,
Makes even the moonlight but a pale shadow compared to you,
Your eyes created such a tumult in my heart that,
All I wish for now is to drown in them,
There’s something special in your eyes,
Your breath is the wind that makes my heart soar like a kite…

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Ice Cubes

I stole you
in that morning breeze

Sip of that freeze sip 
You hold my crown

My vision is shaken
I am taken
Yes No I am heartbroken
My eyes were overtaken 

Binoculars were my four cousins
In all seasons
In all exclusive reasons
I was puzzled

Puzzled between giggles tripled by the thought of your sizzles 
Sprinkles of your four packed dimples
Your figure figures reasons of male gaze figures of speech. 

Nka fo motshwara nje, u zo zwa bathi

Thoughts printing words 
Followed by definitions of your sizzles

Let me dance your ice to melt away the coldness 

You don't belong in the fridge ice block 
Your eyes are sweating tears 
My arms are the warmest

Let me hide you in her belly
Run you down her salty thighs
Melt in slow motion to the motherland

I stole you 
in that morning breeze 

(c) Raymond Ngomane

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the neighbor boy

I was sixteen budding and fulfilling.
He was fifteen searching and awkward,
walking me home from a bus stop backwards,
carrying my bags, strutting a silly-grin valor.

What a sweet little braggart, trying to woo me.
Quiet and shy with his little trick, a smile
hesitantly grown, an innocent blossom of trust.
Twisted feet tripped, he stuttered, my heart gripped.

One week later still he walked me, holding my bag
sweetly and silently. I grew bold in his attention
our walks extended and moved for privacy.
Budding and grinning I tripped, fell, and he caught me.

I was seventeen and haughty and proud.
He was sixteen budding and promising...
Life fell apart as the world caved in around me,
exploding inwards I fell, and he caught me.

He has held me all these years never leaving.
A promise of trust and love unending
And still his quiet slow grin unbends
my heart and makes the world re-spin.

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the color of october

it's October
the air around her is cool
like her thoughts these days
she looks at the branches, twisted
much like her mind
they are reaching upward
but she is grounded
forever in time
she heard the clatter of branches
smacking against walls
and the crash of metal
screeching brakes
screams of pain
and then nothing
but silence falls
she  runs to the window
sees the audience
stare at her
then through her
riches to rags
gold to nothing
her fame is gone
the trees below are turning
from gold to red
the leaves tossed about
in a slight wind
they spin
so graceful as in dance
a slow spiral down
and she longs to join in
she reaches towards them
tastes the cool air
as she falls down
grounded with the leaves
the pavement turns red
as silence falls
in October's air

The suicide of Dorothy Hale
October 21, 1938
(painting by Frida Kahlo)

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Hello Again

Hello again my impossible girl,
I've been looking for you in this always changing world
and I have you, my impossible girl.
But, is it always what it seems?
Because every now and then I'll think
and every now and then I will dream,
that my impossible girl has found me.
Because even if I have you, will you see me?
I find it harder and harder to concentrate on the future,
when my future doesn't have my impossible girl.
So as every ball of rock and dust enters the earth,
and every birthday candle blown, 
and every night at 11:11, 
I will wish for my impossible girl to finally see me,
her impossible man waiting, 
for his impossible girl.

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Her true colors

On the canvas
laid out flat her length

she did twist
and  spiral

Yes she did 

On the wet


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Broken Heart Beat

I wish I could forgive you 
My heart melts at the despicability of the crime
But you just won’t confess it 
Wont prove it, you are wrong 
My eyes lunge for your apology 
My heart’s soul is so pure
It’s the reason it goes easy on you 
And I try to remember
Yes you have screamed
Yes you have not cared
Then I think again, another pitiful excuse lies ahead
And I breathe and breathe and wish 
Will anyone come?
One with such quality and fun 
Such purity and coolness to never be gone?
No, I won’t kill hope
But I’ll strive towards the forsaken end
With the broken heart beat, just to 
Just to see it again, a friend 

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An Artist

An Artist If I was an Artist, this is what I would do. I would paint a portrait of a beautiful world just for you. It would have some very special people that would honor you. The people I'm talking about, are the ones in Poetry Soup. Some of their faces I have seen and some I have not, but I have seen their souls. In my portrait they are very special, for different colors they have. They have the colors of friendship, kindness, love and caring. These are the people that are here for you, when you need them. They can become your friends, once you get to know them. My portrait is now finished and very beautiful it looks. If you look very closely - you can almost see their souls. In my imagination of an artist, I have painted all of you.
04/08/2014 written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Note: Just a small tribute to all of you. In the middle of my storm - you are there...

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Harbor Lights

you are as St Thomas….
          my friend
you are warm and serene
you are a tranquil isle
 in the midst of my chaos

thank you for your genial sand 
    and your amiable waves
        they hold me aloft 
     in my sea of sorrow

     you are a mellow place 
to disembark from the storm
      that sometimes rages 
      (a bit out of control)

you don’t try to change me
   you guide me to safety 
      in your kind way

your laugh lights me up 
  in moments of angst
when I flutter about 
    blind and wounded

Yes….you are just as St Thomas 
    with a balmy breeze
and endless ocean mystery
    brilliant in your clarity 
and sweet in your honesty

tropical island smile
     palm tree heart 
you sway with the tempest

a harbor with a beacon light
to shine my pathway bright

when rough times pummel
    you smooth the way
troubled Cobblestones 
        just disappear 
in the wake of your empathy
    (shoreline replaces) 
I see miles of infinite blue

and I can shine again 
    because of you…..

Dedicated to a very dear friend who has helped me and my heart in so many ways. To heal 
and to feel happy to be me. This poem was written to let him know how much he means to 

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They help us,
When we are down.
They make us stand up,
And go on...

They make us smile,
They bring us hope,
They give us comprehension,
Worth to trust...

They give us a reason,
They make us forget our darkness,
They enlighten us in harsh moments...

They are designated for our lives,
They profile our living,
They bring us to life...

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The River Of Life

They walked together side by side -
the old man and the boy
on the bridge across the river
They could have walked thus 
across the river of life
with its eternal flow
I watched them
and thoughts filled my mind
of the un-bridged gap
between their lives

The old man -
with faltering step
he moves slowly on
His life has  been lived
and his house is in order
as he patiently awaits
the call of his maker
What are his thoughts 
at this moment 
as he moves on?

Are they thoughts of pain and sorrow
over some incident in the past
so difficult to bear
that after all these years
the wound is not yet healed?

Are they of someone he loved as a youth
but lost through folly?
Was she beautiful?
Did her eyes sparkle 
like the sunlight 
on the water below?
He looks at the water
sighing deeply
and nods his head

Or is he thinking of the young one at his side
so innocent
so pure
soon to be plunged into a world 
where life rushes madly on?
How shall he fare?
Who will warn him of the pitfalls?

These thoughts plague the old man's mind
and hurt his noble heart
But then he smiles as he remembers
that in his younger days
his eager spirit wanted to taste and feel
the sting of life's joys and sorrows 
by itself

There is no substitute for experience
for though we know we may be hurt
in love or life
yet we walk on toward the very thing
that may hurt us so

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Open to me your cryptic chasm

I hereby relinquish my spiteful state

Swallow my soul into your pit

Where nothing save void exist


To them I am nothing but a walking bone

Embellished by time with bent back,

Balding head, grilled skin, and rotten teeth

With some wisdom whitening my hairs


I hear the thrilled heart beat of worms

Under my bed, behind the floors, into the earth

They’re exalted to vibe my faltering grace

For sooner or later they’ll celebrate a feast


I’m ready to depart but somehow I’m afraid

If my carvings on love one’s heart will be erase

Or if my legacy will waver in the air

So I can’t help but hold on tightly in my bed


Stealthily my warmth fumes out of me

And cold prowled in, weakening my pulse

As my mind plays my life’s clip in a span of a wink

While death reaps my ripe soul edible for harvest

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Cyborg Sleep

                                   Cyborg Sleep

An image of a man stands serene against the rock cold wall
Vigilant eyes study the distant city
Elongated and curved shapes form in his mechanical mind
Only nature there to sense it’s out of place motions
The cybernetic organism, alien life
Coming to life on the barren world
A living machine, automaton, a time sentinel 
Built with purpose
Watches with singular intent 
All there is…. all that’s left
Never flinching…. Nearly motionless…. somber in demeanor
This replica of humans holds solid ground and waits
Programed to move occasionally at times
To generate power in its core components to survive
The guardian of humanity stands
A solid figure with a small metallic vile
Sheltered within hides a remnant DNA specimen strand 
(It is the last fragment of human’s survival and hope)
Nestled deep in the power source 
Atomic silent and serene it keeps the centuries still
In time to come, with luck
The cyborg will be cracked open like an egg one day
Perhaps by another benevolent humanoid race
To reassemble the family of man from the remnants left
Or the time sentinel will roam the Earth alone
Carrying humanity along literally in the heart 
In an endless awakening from alien sleep
No one to ever know the secret that he keeps

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Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!

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Like A Broken Teacup

Sitting on the shelf like a broken teacup
I go on despite these difficult moments
I run into myself with Irish green eyes and permanent tear stained cheeks
I've endured the immensity of agony
I’ve turned down all those so-called hot lovers sulking in this harsh yellow land
I wrestle with the ongoing struggles of this evil world 

No…nobody can go backwards
You see, you and I were never meant to be
So...don't tell me your hurt is my fault
I’ve assessed these holes in my life-have you assessed yours?

It was a lifetime ago…forever gone in all that I was 
In a curious way I’ve known the debris of myself ...
I’m more damaged than I care to admit

Here I am…pathetically sitting in the rubble of where my heart lives
A thin-skinned loner- a re-cycled me of who I used to be 
I can't waver yet again, to take another chance at love
I've known too much time away from it all
So evident in the moment of my blinding conscience
Pondering the un-gentleness of things
That should have been beautiful...but were not

And so, I pick up the pieces of my broken soul
From a broken love that was never meant to be
I'm in for a new change of lifestyle - a new change of heart 
A release of all those emotions that were tearing me down 
The old life I knew, I threw away with the teacup 
I got a new life, a new cup, and I'm forgetting you and the past




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Two Warrior Hearts

Two Warrior Hearts

Two warrior hearts
Beating separately
The sound is deafening
Telling all other hearts to stay away
They have been alone for so long
Fighting different battles
Under a dark moon they meet
The stars fade away as they get closer
Their beating is the same
Sounding as if they are just one heart
One heart wounds the other
The other hearts wounds the ffirst
Cutting a vein in each other's hands
The weaker heart beats even stronger
That night they shared the sting of blood
Such passion erupts without a word
The two hearts become one
They are united for all time
They are not married
They are bound by blood
A stronger bond cannot be found
A Klingon love is eternal
As it should be when two warrior heart meet

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Tell Me Why


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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La Peinture noire

translation below

Le noir, la nuit,rêves vides
Tu n’a jamais vu la noirceur comme moi
Le matin, tu te réveilles inlassablement
Le soleil, la pluie, un autre jour
Vous existez, moi, je rêve d'exister
Je dois faire naitre mon existence
Pour l'instant
Le noir est tout à fait l`obscurité
La nuit, le jour, les rêves
Tout, tout noir
Je prends mon pinceau,
En même temps je regarde ma peinture
Chaque jour, heure après heure
J’essaie de faire la peinture la plus magnifique
J’imagine mon tableau, explosant de pastels
A la fin
Je pleure
Quand je regarde mon chef d’œuvre
Tout simplement
Une peinture noire


The Black Painting

The black, the night, empty dreams
You have never seen the blackness as I
The morning, you awake to whatever
The sun, the rain, another day
You exist, I dream to exist
I give birth to my existence
For the moment
The black is always the darkness
The night, the day, the dreams
All, all is black
I take my paint brush
At the same time I look at my painting
All day, hour by hour
I try to make a most magnificant painting
I imagine the painting, exploding in pastels
In the end
I cry
It is simply
A black painting

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Thy Name is Poet

Some poets write with a rapier blade,
meaning to cut a thing down
to its bare-boned ism.

Others write of fanciful affairs with a voice
as silk is,
to a fair maiden’s slip.

Some write from the void (the out world expanse)
of truth and secret gatherings
of white wind warriors!

Some write of the gut wrenching horrors
of abuse, pain, and mutilated soul;
where every word written is a cathartic expulsion 
of venom from veins -
a bleeding of the darkness within, meant 
for the healing of self and others.

Yet, others write of the red beating pulse of love!
with the force of eternal motion,
in one long unstoppable exhaled breath (the fall of time 
standing still);
of holding ones breath in 
either tortuous blue-faced death, or the splendor 
of knowing the everlasting meaning 
of one.

Other poets write their fingertips;
a caress felt with a lead tipped touch,
(for they are the ones whose minds
                             have stolen heart –
replacing it with the numb of page)
their only place of refuge,
for pages do not scorn, nor look in places 
where they aught not look (where love dies).

Some write simply what comes:
from the breath of a new day on their lips,
to the touch of a kindred spirit’s words
upon their heart - to make sense of a memory,
or share something discovered –
an epiphany 
                       yearning to spread.


Parchment just wishes to be stroked,
no judgments made unto its scribe –
only love, only love…

Some poets paint their words –
A union both exact and beautiful –
where visions blossom within the mind
instead of on a canvass.
These inner pictures rise from the garden
of each poet’s depths;
each beheld a little differently, than the next 
soul to read, the poets eyes.

There is no other form of art that can bring souls together,
from any age, life, reckoning or century,
like the written word.
We write each others lives,
for we are of our maker’s words.
One breath upon first parchment, wrote
one word within the stars –


For, we here are all bringer’s of truth;
spreaders of seeds (for good or otherwise)
we are all extensions of the whole –
the will of God, Gods, Earth and all that is,
reaching out with verbal arms
into souls that wish to be SEEN!
To be understood! To be heard!

And so we write.
Thank the heavens above,

we write.

© Kristin Reynolds 2008

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Before I

Just before I saw your face
My heart was running a race
Just before I saw you
My emotions were filled with love and care
Just before I saw you
I could sense your fragrance that filled my air
Just before I saw you
I could imagine your eyes that made me see clear
Then I saw you,
I was amazed how i had to fake my smile 
I was amazed of how I wished if i was far a hundred miles
I was shocked of how I was saying the scripts then,
I was shocked of how my heart froze my brain
I pretended that i was happy and thrilled
I kissed you but my lips were pulling my head
Feelings were forever gone
I kissed you and my guilt was eating my bones
I could hardly talk, my heart was froze and cold
And you were believing all the words you were told
I was amazed how a smooth talker I was
Lies, Lies, Lies every thing i said were lies
Then, It was when I heard the word (love).
My eyes just rolled up, they were looking above
I couldn't say it back, i couldn't even stand
And you were there, standing happy and blind
Asking me gently if i was okay,
No, I wasn't but i had to put an end to the play
I wished if you just feel the same 
So, I wouldn't have to take all the blame
But, you I couldn't just break your heart
Because I know it would hurt more than that
I'm sorry because I will have to break you down
After all you did, After you made me a queen with crown
I have to just let you go
My heart just chose that, it is true

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Pink all day

               The old cashmere sweater in my cedar chest 
                always warming my soul on a winters day 
                Ice skating with your true love hand in hand
                frosty breath brings a warmth to your cheeks

                Anticipating that very first date 
                first glance the color lightens your way 
                as if Cupid decided this will be a day like no other
                celebrating in stars above Valentine days Forever

             It is the day God took hold of your heart and beat it for you ~

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THE tears that flowed,
flowed like a babbling river.
Running, flowing, like a gentle current,
tugging at the heart string.
A unfathomable joy, busting,
making each  tear ,drift,
drop, like a cascading waterfall.
Clear, crystalline
The downward flow, spiraled,
To the sleeve down below.
No more joy could hold the heart
as I gazed upon the tiny face.
As a new life appeared, 
the heart consumed,amidst
The tears running 
until the flow finally stopped.

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Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard

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Falling In Like

I love it when you hold me close, and always want to play.
How in the morning you message me; on every single day.
When you call me every night, before I close my eyes-
Or always tell the truth; never any lies. 

When I get to see your passion with every story that you tell,
How even when you’re angry, those feelings never dwell. 
I love that you protect me, from everything around;
That even when I’m lost, I know that I’ll get found. 

I love that whenever you start to drive, you make me kiss your cheek.
How my stomach gets butterflies with each sweet word you speak.
That you cuddle me for a moment and then turn on your side,
That all of your accomplishments and family give you pride. 

I love that you support every decision that I make,
That even if you’re embarrassed of things- you’ve never acted fake.
How you always want me to be happy, no matter how I feel.
That even when we make things up- it’s never been more real. 

How you always make these plans, that often tend to change;
When you smile at my senseless jokes, and when I’m acting strange.
That you always say I’m pretty, even when I don’t think that it’s true-
How you think that I’d want anyone else; when all I want is you.

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When I lost my heart to the man I loved,
How could it be wrong when it felt so right,
My father told me little girl of mine, he'll ruins your life,
Brake that tender heart of yours, and give you nothing but
But how could this be wrong when it felt so right.
Years passed by, through poverty, and illnesses,
We've endeavored to strive, forging ahead,
At times ready to just give up, to say whatever
And walk away. but with love and faith we made it
He and I, together come what may.
For both of us knew from the beginnings get go,
How could it be wrong when it felt so right.
As old ages rocking chairs are being prepared for us,
And our bodies challenge for every step that we take,
I still know he loves me, and I him, and our legacy's
Children will not turn away from us, and for this I am
Truly blessed.
When I look into my husbands eyes and see our past
Together, I know one thing to be for real no matter what,
That this could not be wrong when it feels so right.
As the light of God, shall move across my spiritual frame,
Separating my being from it's earthly form, and I move
To the Ethereal domain, to that distant shore beyond,
I know my dearest love shall be waiting their for me,
And inside a feeling lives, and in this I know and believe.
What could be wrong with this magnificent feeling, it is not
Wrong but oh so right.


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take an interest in my broken heart

take an interest in my broken heart
recycle the parts and discover what is really there
you may find that what is unwanted may be exactly what you need
there are several doorknobs within the body
there are several knocks of possible anticipation
yet and still the steps that are stomped are so strong and determined
there could be a flower growing in the center of your direct view....unseen
a fully clothed eye is like vulnerabilty in the heart of a heatwave
the sweat that you emit may indeed blind your sense of unbiased judgement
take an interest in my broken heart
reassemble and rearrange the parts while discovering you really care

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An Edward Hopper Moment

An Edward Hopper moment
finds her sitting there,
half in sunlight,
her legs, the best part
of an ordinary anatomy,
waving seductively,
like some submarine
predatory plant,
while the rest of her,
disguised by the late
afternoon shadows,
appears to read,
but shares the same hopes
as the legs.

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Last Good-Bye

This is where you opened my naked soul
The dark cold river in within the dead eyed fish
The black swans eying the lonely moon
You rise like a spear clutching a gun... my gun
The gun that burned stoned woods with the heat of my love
The gun that opened the skies and rained it with agony
Agony of a lonesome lover trying to kill the devil within him
Trying to escape the foggy grounds and blooded graves
You walked towards me with soft nude footsteps
My heart doth tumble to the sound of an angel breath
Striking my blind eyes with the sun of your golden heart
The heart that turned stony coffins to gold and black hearts to spring lullabies
You halt and search for air as your eyes turn lavish red
Your lungs feel like stone and rigid rocks but no river there to water the pain
You bend towards me and tears crash on me like hailing grenades
I shout out your name and tell you I'm here...
But I am trapped in the lonesome grounds of the dead Gods
You look at me and strike a smile then cry
You hold up the gun while saying the last good-bye:
"We once were one and now you left me
Left me alone in the dark even when you promised that you won’t
You left a broken soul that no mending can it receive 
But you are mine and we are entwined
As I'll crash in the bed of roses over your grave
And fill the earth with my blood...
The blood of your love I will spill it to the ground
The blood that will ingrain trees of love birds
The blood that will tell the dead who we are
The blood that will teach Romeo and Juliet what is love..."
… Bang... I hear the sound of death...
I hear you are lying next to me once again 
... But now forever.

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paris by night

this morning is falling burning into a sunset an autumn decision you and I will never forget joy by day paris by night i'm there love by the hour Paris is ours evening breeds new life a moment of twilight a horizon of heavenly means I love you like life loves itself joy by day paris by night yes dear i'm there love me by the hour and paris is ours i'm down too often like a child awaiting his scars to soften hopelessly a pedestrian walking a way from traffic it could happen, indefinitely i'll take paris by day and love by night i was there long enough to love you by day and surrender by nightfall "there is joy by day if you can take paris by nightfall"