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Under the Willow Trees

A path strewn thick with rusty leaves led to nowhere and everywhere in our fantasies, rescuing us from after school chores and homework pages wrinkled in time; a memory come and gone returns to me. Back home, under a row of willow trees, I weep for my childhood friend, for the innocence lost, I thought I could keep, for the faded line between joy and pain that suddenly comes with age; I close moist eyes to see you dancing in rain showers and climbing up rays of sunlight, imagination uncaged; running carefree for hours - just us, two, whether skies were shades of gray or blue. We said forever, a pinky swear I remember, naïve in our make-believe world. How many years passed by, distance growing between you and I? A phone call once-in-a-while became just a Christmas card once-a-year. I hope you always knew the truth, I loved you, my dear friend. Time cannot erase our laughter caught on the autumn breeze and the childhood secrets shared on that path strewn thick with rusty leaves, trodden bare each year come fall of winter snow. Our laughter now echoes in dreams, chaffing the row of willow trees still sulking low, moss brushing tears in timeless beauty, waiting for you to come home.

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The Mirror Of Time

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this 
reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959.  It 
was the same month, November.  I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had 
been then.  Mom looked so young and beautiful and said, "The school bus will be here in a 
few minutes."  I looked at the calendar and saw that it was November 25th, the day before 
Thanksgiving.  I said, "But mom, I haven't been in school in forty years."  I got this strange 
look from her but she didn't say anything.  Walking toward the door I caught a reflection of 
myself in the hall mirror.  I was so young.  My hand immediately went to my face and I 
stopped and stared at myself for a few minutes. I said, "Mom, can I stay home and be with 
you today?"  Again I got that strange look from her, then she smiled and said, "Sure, it's 
your last day before Thanksgiving anyway, why not?"  She and I sit down and talked for 
hours.  Then I said, "Do you mind if we go next door and visit with Maw Maw and Paw Paw?  
I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly!"  Again another strange look 
from mom. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959.  I wept and 
they all looked at me so strangely.  I hugged them and kissed them all and we talked for 
hours.  Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. "Dad why did 
you have to leave us in June?"  Again I got strange looks from everyone.  My tears were 
falling.  I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. "I've 
missed you both for so long." Strange looks again!  They didn't understand because to them, 
it was just another day in 1959.  The day grew late and I knew my time was soon ending.  I 
got near the magic mirror and mom and dad were standing there so young and healthy. I 
said, "Mom I'll see you on the other side of the mirror, but dad, I'll see you another time, 
another place."  They didn't understand.  I stepped back through and my reflection was as it 
had been before.  Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84.  I said, "Mom, do you remember 
the day before Thanksgiving, 1959, when I stayed home from school and we spent the day 
together?"  She said, "Yes, it was so strange that you could never remember anything about 
it.  It was as though you had amnesia.

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I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,

I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,
I have heard the tales of horror, from my dark skinned foes.
I have heard the tales of terror, from others who became my friends.
And I have walked with a dark skinned woman of their tribe.
We walked in the beauty of her courage, together. Tearless. 
Tearless we both were as she spoke, for tears, only gods could cry for her.
I am a Red Skin dog.
And yet we walked together and we talked – together, fearless,
I and this swaying ebony sapling, sprung from the roots of my foes tribe.
We talked of the pitiless reality of that life she left behind, of that time
That she has left, far, far behind, like a useless scar
That has toughened over. And made her stronger. 
I learned from this daughter of my foes
That true courage is never fearless, but always stronger. Victorious,
Stronger she was by far, to this Red Skin dog
Than the thousand sons who died, in her honor. So they say. Ridiculous,
But I have heard the balance of their sins.
And for all the tales I have heard from those angry young men, and their vengeful fathers
Her horror was a thousand times more sinister. A thousand times more callous.
Horror took up residence in her home but never in her heart.
But for others, I cannot speak.
“…splinters and bursting fragments…in my mind
Ai! Tearing! Memory of tearing flesh, swallowing tears and mucus, blood and bile
…bruising and ripping garments…off my body
…filthy, familiar hands tearing at my dress…
…my legs split and broken like a wild pig slaughter, my screams smashed from my lips,
With the butt of a rifle, just used to kill a Red Skin dog…
Aieee! Clean this floor mama, mop up this spew!
It cannot be mine!
This child is not mine!
It is not mine! It is the devils own creation born in hell fire!
Born in my death! 	
Aieee! I am dead, I cannot be alive. 
I am dead and the Red Skin dogs have eaten my corpse.
Those spirits in their wingless chariot flew over the land and sea, to rescue me?
Rescue me from that black devil who said he was like Jesus to me.
I thought you were my uncle-brother…
Who else could have found us here?
Hidden away from the Red Skins and their Wingless Angels.
Only you my uncle-brother
Only you could have found us
Only you could have killed us.
And now the progeny of your evil deed suckles at my breasts
As I lie dead in the home of those Red Skin dogs you fought.”

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The Heart Of The Edifice

                                           The Heart Of The Edifice   

                                           In the midst of the forest 
              Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine, and brush is the thickest
                                        Standing so tall and  blissful 
                    Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
                            Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art
                              A rock structure that use to be the heart 
                             Of the edifice where long time recurrence
                                    Of lives that lived with endurance 
                                    The, hiss, crackling fire persuades 
                                                    Warm comfort 
                                        From a chilly cold winter day, 
                                Or soaked from the hard pounding rain
                                             That chills to the bone
                            The scents of smoke, mixed with spice food,
                       Coffee, and bread cooking in a cast iron Dutch oven

                               Now habitat of natures small creatures 
                     A rock structure that use to be the heart of the edifice
                                       Standing so tall and  blissful 
                                          In the midst of the forest 
               Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine, and brush is the thickest
                      Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
                               Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art

                                                  By: Eve Roper


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My family is everywhere

My family is everywhere like wild seeds sown
On the whim and bluster of a wind
Some left for Cuba before the revolution
Bring green stalks of sweet grass to sugar
And are still there, root sunken in the earth
Grafted branches without memory now
Or recognition of ancestral home,
Separated by language and new history
Thick as the depth of our watery boundaries.

Some in Panama built the canal, but no bridge
For home when their meagre cents were spent
Too soon. I met a few with little knowledge
But no anxiety for early morning mist of blue
Over the mountain, looking still to see them
Coming home like birds when summer is done.
Some went to Venezuela to see the oil
They said was black as Africa in the new world
Brazil: there football is more than economy
Gladiators: bloodless troubadors of the new army 
And many drifted into the squalor of Costa Rica,
Nicaragua, Ecuador, searching for light
Amidst old civilizations brought to ruins
By Conquistadores majesty and Roman might.

The only one who report are those from Canada
Is it because of the language, because they proper
As they do in America. Is there nothing in them
That longs for home, to leave the Mexico to her Aztecs
Her cactus lace with golden strands of sun.
When I was in Germany, Austria, France, far away
As Holland, Rhine and Danube linking invisble
Heritage, I met them, distancing the old decay
"We are thinking to move to Taiwan or Japan"
They told me, poverty does make a barren land
So I understand the boat people, not lying
Like Columbus, they seek the same treasure
And yet for their truth reap some displeasure.
I could package it for them to sell, but cannot agree
When the wind rattle the wattle of desolation.

My family is everywhere scattered like wild seeds
In fresh forests fretting with the burden of the wind.

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Her Lover

Moving quietly so not to wake her,
My lover half covered sighs like a purr,
We have had our pleasure
And now it's time for me to leave.
But the sight and smell causes me
A moment's thrill as I remember
our first kiss.
But I must leave, no time to dwell,
Thoughts of what could be,
Bow down to what life must be.
Without her my life is grey,
At home my other life awaits,
Here I am a lover,
At home I am needed -
but as a wife and mother.

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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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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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A Blessed Year

    "A Blessed Year"

in the Year of 2012 our reflection
reminded how truly blessed
our family felt with strong emotion.
a new home with lovely trees
and blossoming bushes flourished
green grass for animals to enjoy
beautiful birds singing melodies
acres of ground for gatherings
and celebrations.

happiness surrounded new parents
my military son and his wife
welcomed new baby boy with
pride and joy and love.
God has given us so many reasons
to cherish each other and Life
for love rules our home always.

through sickness and death
we fought the good fight of faith
and trials made us a strong family
material possessions allow feelings 
of importance ... but ...
we learned that love is the 
key element to this earthly existence.

so in the Year of 2012
we share this love with everyone
thus extolling God, who loves us all

*For Carol Sunshine Brown's In the Year 2012 Contest. 

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In The Land 'O Green

Sun declines, beneath the emerald rim
And I'll be headin' home...
to a cottage in the moor lands 
with a fire to warm me' bones

The kettle of beans are boilin'
and some coals will bake me scones
I will rest my weary shoulders
And be glad for what I've seen

I've witnessed bracken turn so reddin'
like a wildfire on the mountain
And wee nanny goats on hillsides,
too many now, for countin'

Heather waves in summer breezes...
Granite stones, and bogs of grass,
water gleams like shining glass
and harshness blows for but a reason
to turn around the seasons
Thar' be wavin' sails upon the blue
And leafy shamrocks on the green 
Where rugged shores, and seagulls cry,
and pink skies capture me

Friendly folks be bearin' ruddy cheeks,
There's a colleen, fair thee lass
Who will tip our mug at village pub, 
And we'll make a toast to Patrick's kin
and order one more glass

Let me always sink me' Irish eyes  
upon the rugged land
Upon the skies, upon the streams, 
where druid legends live
Upon the grand home of the clan, 
where many roots began

Where the ole' pale moon at nightfall, 
scatters me memories all a'glowing
Of fair thee rose of old Tralee,
over garden trellis growin' 

Charming valleys, greener hillsides,
fill thee heart of all 'me clan
Pick ye' a shamrock.... look for gold, 
shake yer' hands with leprechauns
Kiss a Blarney stone in sweet Killarny, 
come to all that's home to me
Where names of O'Reily, or McDougal sprung
and the color green began


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A homeless bride-w

I shall daily visit the beauty parlor
And make myself beautiful for you.
I shall never clean the house
So that my skin is not tarred.
I shall ever watch my figure,
Eating calorie less foods and drinks.

I shall stay home all day
And will never be stay at home mom
But will go for Disco at night.
I shall not take drugs
But a drink or two in limits.
I shall awake late in the morning
So that you are not disturbed.

I shall adorn the house to earn
Adjectives from the neighbours.
I shall buy the furniture to invent
Nouns to be told to the visitors.
Our house will be all pronouns
But will never admit verbs as
They shake the very foundation.

*** I wrote this poem much earlier noticing a young married woman of a modest family adopting the modern living going astray from the household chores *** Based on a real

The poem was posted on 1/16/2007

Dr. Ram Mehta

Tenth place win in:
Contest: Any Twisted Poem sponsored by Destroyer A Poet

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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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My India

Let me set something straight -
Right here, right now!
Let me put India in the right perspective,
Let me banish some myths,
Some gross misconceptions,
And take you beyond elephants,
Sacred cows, snake charmers and yoga,
Beyond Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Taj Mahal,
To a civilization rooted for
over 5,000 years in the past
To a land rich - majestically rich -
In many cultures, customs and traditions,
In a bewildering variety of races,
Religions, languages and folk arts,
In a vibrant tradition of dance and music,
In religious festivals and traditional events,
In saints, sadhus, gurus and sages,
In gods, goddesses, munis and mahatmas,
In temples, palaces, shrines and monasteries;

I'll baby-steps you through a land
Of Vedas and Upanishads,
Of epic stories and incredible mythologies,
Of Ramayana, Mahabharata and Bhagavad Gita,
Through one of world's great spiritual sanctuaries,
Where religion is a way of life;

An overwhelming, complex land -
Its charm, its vitality and yes, its confusion,
Atonce alarming and enticing.
And that's the way India is:
Elusive, confusing, contradictory,
mysterious and exasperating!
Beyond easy description or analysis,
A phenomenal diversity of dress
and manners making one aware
of a different world -
A veritable fairyland!

No other country offers quite such
A spectacle of teeming masses that
continue to enrich the heritage of mankind,
Nowhere do the past and present
coexist in more colorful promiscuity -
An incomparable country,
Easy to love, hard to forget!

"There's only one India!" raved Mark Twain,
"A wonderland of fabulous wealth
and fabulous poverty, of splendor and rags ..."
"The cradle of the human race,
The birthplace of human speech,
The mother of history,
The grandmother of legend and
The great grandmother of tradition."

This, indeed, is my country
Where I was born - 
An Indian at heart,
An American in spirit!
Khuda Hafiz, Jai Ramji Ki,
OM Radhe Shyam, Sat Sri Akal,
Jai Hind!!

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Saving my Brother -- Trevor Depugh

Dear God, He's done it once again,
He had to go back, and take care of them,
His real momma and his sister, and his step Daddy too,
They needed things, that only he could do. 
It's a bad part of town, he's told me so,
I asked him not to leave, but he said he had to go.
Bring him back, I want him in one piece,
You brought him once before, 
Now Please God, return him to me.
My brother is my savior, I worship at his feet,
I need him in my life, his presence is so sweet.
Whats that!? 
I heard a slamming door, that must be him now,
I'll pray again later, that's a promise, my vow.
Thank you God, for bringing him home to me,
If he was awake I'm sure he'd agree.
He came home last night, with a black and blue eye,
His lip was swollen, and he had hidden tears in his eyes.
He ribs were bruised, in fact I think one was broke,
His head was throbbing, when he came in he barely spoke. 
I helped him down the hall, though he's much bigger than I,
And when his knees gave out, you must have been nearby. 
I somehow found a strength I never had before,
And with my arms around him, I got him through the door,
I laid him on my bed, and told him not to sleep,
I stayed up all night, and tended to his needs.
Dear God, thank you, for keeping him alive,
I don't know what happened, but I didn't let myself cry.
He's my brother God, and my love for him will thrive,
We watch each others backs, you don't have to ask why. 
You answered my prayers, you brought my brother to me,
You gave him a home, God I hope you can see,
We don't need an answer, though our question is as simple as can be,
We sometimes wonder, did you give me to him, or him to me. 

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The ashtray sat upon a cherry wood side table.
She smoked in the house,
upsetting her coughing roommate.
Under the ash was a white button,
now smeared gray and black.
It fell off of her blouse in 1989,
the year her mother moved away.
Every time she lit a cigarette
she thought of her mother,
far away somewhere collecting
porcelain dolls with rosy cheeks.
Nothing fazed her,
not even the last hurricane 
that soaked the first floor.
The only thing she ever winced at,
was that old white button.

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My Journey Home

My journey home is closer today,

than it was yesterday.

Someday my heart aches and pain

will pass me by.

My journey home will be a

most beautiful trip,like no one

has ever taken before.

Mother has been waiting for me,

there on those goldend shores,

ever since her parting from this old world

many years ago.

Taking one day at a time,

until I take my

journey home, when I sit down

with my Lord and thank Him

for what he did for me

on Calvary that day so long ago.

written 4-24-11

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The Evolution of Learning (Part One)

It amazes me how much man has evolved
Yet, How little he has learned
All around the globe
Millions die of disease and starvation
While the ever so intelligent creature known as man
Spends millions upon millions of dollars every single day
Killing each other
Instead of finding cures for the ill or feeding starving children
Oh sure, we dabble in those efforts
But we are committed to killing each other
Governments all around the globe
Spend most of their money
On their armies
Either to defend or attack
Their enemies
Supposedly, the most intelligent creature on earth
The intellectual creature known as man
If I may go so far
Mans commitment to war and killing
Goes far beyond any one mans term in office
It goes far beyond any one mans lifetime
It goes far beyond any century or any one era
From beginning to end, top to bottom
East to west, north to south
Red, yellow, brown, black or white 
Our commitment to killing each other
Is undeniable
How can a species that is smart enough to split atoms 
Creating weapons that will kill millions
Still be stupid enough to do it?
And now I see on the science channel
That man has now devised the Platonic beam
A beam of light that just disintegrates the target in an instant
At what price you ask?
Well I don’t know but I reckon if we diverted that money
To say solar energy projects
They could probably put a solar energy system
On every home in the world for free
Thus solving the energy crisis
Not to mention food in the icebox and medicine in the cabinet
Because of course when you create such an amazing new weapon
You need an entire new type of ship to deploy it from
Thus is born the next generation of war birds
They jettison into space 
Then go into super afterburner (A jet engine minus oxygen)
Which they said would reach like 20,000 miles an hour
So you could shoot halfway around the world
Disintegrate your enemy
And be home in time for supper
I believe when speaking of politics
It’s not a National Crisis
It’s a Global Epidemic

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''home of my childhood''


my mind takes me back through the tattered pages of my life
                        to a place of warmth, security and love . . . . .
   to my mother's kitchen with its big cupboards and old stove
and a blue teapot on the kitchen table and grandma telling me of life
                                  of people in the family long dead . . .

it was at that same table that I read my first poems while sipping tea
     oh!  I recall father shovelling snow in winter all bundled up

and a warm fireplace waiting within . . .
                       then at night in an attic room this little girl was tucked in

                with forever loving hands, hugs and kisses . . .  .


January 24, 2015

Free Verse

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Lost myself in Mexico

Well, I jumped across the earth to the other side
and found myself in a place called Mexico
I wanted to home so I told them lies
about what I thought how much I hated it here

I left my green card in my passport
and I left my passport alone at home
So I walked to a bar in a place called Mort
and I had whatever they gave to me

I woke up later with some energy
So I walked down to the beach to swim it off
it was getting dark and I lost all since of me
at last request I stayed the night with ?Maria?

I spent day two ATVing down the drive
and spent my money on a donkey
I got bit by a rattlesnake on the ride
no one helped me but I stayed alive

I limped to the nearest shelter
and I drank some more anyway
until someone screamed to go help her
as I turned around to see a dying girl

I gave her a hand and we fell in love
I still can't explain how it pulled it off
or what she was dying from- some-thing?
we slept on the couch of the bartenders club

In the morning we ran away 
to find another job to pay
for my trip home in May
and all my boss had to say... was:

How was your stay in Mexico?
and I spoke very softly
in spanish I never knew
"Nunca encontré un Taco Bell"

And that's the story of what I went through

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in absolute darkness

Do you know what its like to be 
in absolute darkness?
I do. 
And I want to be back
on a foggy night
where winter doesn't fall too far
the only thing you can see 
is a distant street light
yellow and gold
glowing from the distance
the wet leaves that fell from the trees 
fill the night 
with a dewy smell
I turn the key
bright headlights
flood the road
one line, two lines, 
they all combine
into a white blur keeping me 
from crossing into the abyss
I could drive forever 
I want to be gone again
back to my home.

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If Shoelaces Sang Little Rich Town Blues

Not in tea leaves, in shoelaces tie existence--their harsh and meshing material
bound, tethered, undone with a gentle pull. 
The bunny ears
and clumsy fingers bouncing along the faux-marble
hallways: the future politicians and CEO's and poets
wiping caked mucus on the white-washed brick foundations--
babbling babbling babbling babbling.
A blood-stone bed surge of tidal maturation,
soon to be lost in the variant eddies of life;
the finger-painted puzzle-box open and unsolvable.
Their parents, for they are honorable, as
picket-fences are honorable, as
tracksuits are honorable, as
Zoloft is honorable, sit ajar
on school streets of vibrant myriad cars quietly dilapidating
behind Armor-All dashes. Old ladies waving dutifully
at lifeless lawn ornaments like lifeless lawn ornaments soon themselves in front of homes because
the youth only want something old when it's time to marry,
Googling what the heart feels for the occasion.
Smokestack color windows of depreciating souls searching drunken
down the glossy oak
bar through bent light of whiskey glasses and broken values
they blame on Nietzsche and the price of condoms,
finding a sad reflection seated at this world's dampened end to spread
like ashen snow
again and again and again on sweat-stained futons,
after the lurch toward the water, sloppy with kisses
and lace.
Church bells sound off one and two
O! clock tower
marching Heaven to Hell but got lost in Devil's Lake. They do not hear
the beaten shopping cart radio wobbling like a tripodal Dog, 
telling us Jesus stayed inside because White is translucent in the rain.
the wander-footed waywards, leaden eyed, tranced in droning hums of small town streetlights--
or red red copper hangers
or lucid jaundice confessions
or gangrenous light-slivered closets--
break half-empty
beer bottles on familial-faced slogans plastered to an under-bellied bridge and sway
like ebbing wind on the unsure-step shore banks, drooping wasp legs
over the ever-rising precipice
to vein-rush Hellgrammite powder
with their one remaining shoelace
and leave their shoes behind.

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It hurt me

Sitting here knowing that you are laying in that bed
Helpless on meds that you dont want to be on
Not knowing were you are
It hurt me to see you that way Mother
Praying to the Lord that you are going to be ok
Praying that he dont take you so soon away
I hate this so much
Seeing you in and out and its nothing I can do
I just wish apon a star
That all your sickness go away
and you dont have to deal with this no more
It sucks spending your Bday in that bed 
I pray that that you get better soon
so you can come home
I pray that all this go away and you never have to deal with this any more
No matter what we go though
I only have one mother
and I dont know how I would live my life without you
Please come home and get better 
So i can stop this crying
Please all your pain and sickness go away
So I dont have to worry about getting that call oneday
and I am not there by your side
You are my mother and I love you
If you have a mother and you all are not on the best term
Its best to do that soon
Because you never know when they time is up
I love you mother
My one and only Queen
Please get better and come home soon

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The Silence

In the silence of the night
I hear the Owl's call 
Beckoning secrets 
secrets kept locked inside my 
shadowed Self 
I wander, not entirely aimless 
seeing by sounds and
The muted warmth of my footsteps 
lead me down 
This path 
Encased in twilight 
Mists of waking dreams
I follow the call, hidden meaning 
Of deep roots and hanging moss 
Draped from branches of Oaks 
I emerge from the darkness 
Bathing in moonlight...
There before me, He stands, 
welcoming me home 
The chill of the night leaves me 
I feel tired, succumbed
to this endless plodding 
But I'm finally home 
I follow Him in
Deeper into this Forest of all 
beginning things 
He turns to me 
As the Owl speaks the midnight hour 
He lays me down 
On softness 
Dead fall 
Wet soil
And scents of my first birth 
He covers my needy mouth with his 
Breathing Earth and life and
And the scent of wet, growing things 
I inhale, sucking it in
Past all barriers
Until it spreads, takes shape 
As a vision behind my mind's Eye
As I lay cradled on the forest floor, 
this god's arms encircling me, 
becoming me...

As darkness fades into the dawn,
I wake from this misty dream, but 
find no god...

Just my Self, staring back at me

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So Soft

                         So Soft

Serene and silent the head caresses pillow
Landing soft and slowly with a sigh
Quiet sounds of silken quilt
In covered warmth
Receives the fragile woman worn of age
Contentment on her face
As she finds comfort and companion with relief 
In design and form beneath
As she slips between the sheets
A slower moving body
In the cozy bedroom for some tranquil sleep
Outside, snowflakes count down the hours  
Blanketing the relaxed house near heaven
In penetrating peace
Mounting are the flowing mounds of white 
Building moments upon other open moments
Smiles take the woman on a cloud
To drift as well
Composed and calm
Upon her pillow down

             8/21/14 Seasonal Bliss poetry contest

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She didn't remember who I was
But it didn't really matter
Her eyes would light up like sunshine
Each time I entered the room.

She'd say, "Oh! Please, sit a spell",... and I would pull up a chair...
I handed her the bag.  She peeked inside.
Her smile was like a happy child.
A cookie....she could always find delight in a cookie.
You would have thought it was a pot of gold.

As we chatted, she told me her birthday was coming.
"December 19th!", she would remind me..
Forgetting that she'd told me many times before.
Although it was only summer...I said "We'll have to celebrate!"
And she said...."Oh yes..let's have a party!"
Everyone knew that this lady loved a party.

"I must be going!", she suddenly said 
Said again, with a worried brow...just as she fretted the day before..  
"The girls will be home from school!"
She looked around for her purse.
"I have three girls, you know,.....they will be coming home from school."
She repeated once more...."I have three daughters, you know."

I told her the girls will be fine...and that I'd like to visit a little longer.
That seemed to calm her.  "Have you seen my ring?"..
She held her gnarled and withered hand high for me to see.
A flash of glitter graced her finger, sparkling just like the stars in the sky.
"My husband gave it to me, ...a Valentine surprise!" she said.  "He was a rascal, you know!"
"Oh,'s beautiful, Irene"...I responded. 
"Did you know", she smiled again...."My husband gave this to me as a Valentine surprise!"...

Finally,  it was time for me to leave, and I started to say goodbye.
"Oh...would you mind taking me with you?"...."The girls will be coming home from school!"
I told her I would check on her girls...not to worry.
And then I told her I would be back again tomorrow..

"I have a birthday coming", she said....December l9th!!"
Once more...I said..."Yes...we will have a party"....
"Did you see my ring?"..."My husband gave it to me on Valentines, it was a surprise!"

And I said..."It's lovely lovely as the stars in the sky"
As lovely as Irene....
Goodnight Irene goodnight....the stars will shine brighter tonight,...
Goodnight Irene, goodnight....

Submitted for Dane Ann's contest "What Kindness Means to You"

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Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?

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Innocence of a Child

Why did you hit Mommy?

You can't punish me,
You're not my daddy!

You say not to hit,
But your actions declare you a hypocrite.

You push Mommy down,
But you say not to tell unless I say she fell.

I try my darnedest to be good,
But you say I'm not action like I should.

You hurt my feelings,
But you say you're just teaching me something with meaning.

You come home with more than just Mommy,
But you say I saw nothing

The night you came home drunk,
You know the night you shot Mommy with a shotgun . . . 
The night you left her beaten, bruised, scarred,
Bleeding on the ground. . . 
The night she went to sleep and never woke up

That night I was left alone,
Nowhere to go.

Why did you do it
When you said you loved Mommy?

Why did you leave me stranded 
When you said you cared about me?

Because of you
I am left here to die
Beside this dumpster where you told me to lye.

I've been waiting here like you said,
For days,
But you r face I have not seen

You have let me down, Mister,
But that is nothing new.

You always told me to be a good child,
So I will.
With what's left of me, 
I will wait,
Calling your name . . . 

Mister . . . ?
Mister . . . ?

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Lost and Found

She once said
on a stormy night
before the first drop of rain graced tongues:
"Passion is overrated.  It's out of style"
The crack of clouds blew grey into her face at that moment.
Umbrellas turned their skin inside out
The surf tasted it's own salt and spat it out in disgust
The black beyond broke rain capsules and sang in thunderous laughter.
We caught her up in our raincoats and hurried her into the nearest cafe.
Three hot coffees and her chattering lips.
Steam in swirly rings 'round her fingers as she shook.
As she cried.
Passion swarmed out of her words and caught the cafe on fire
It burned while we sat there
Peeling paint and freezing fingers
Raining sky in midnight's palm
We listened as she brought up memories
All ignited, having slept long past deadlines of ardor.
We cried with her in conundrum dreams
and kept the burnt out structure erect by our finger tips to scaffold.
A woman grieving should not be disturbed.
Suddenly, her words made sense.
The sky cleared
Her eyes swallowed their blue and returned the ocean to it's salt
We held hands, stretched across a cherry red booth reflecting every broken capillary in her gaze.
Sisters united in empathy's grasp
a circle of an undivided enclave
We stepped over the ashes of her memories
and walked her home despite her obstinate refusal for one of us to stay over.
Count down to 3am
and the petunias lining her front walk
kissed her ankles with the thanks of rain
She smiled and passionately picked the velvet purple 
and placed it in our palms.
We saw the full spectrum of rainbows and heartaches
and growling thunder on the verge of lost adherence to love
all on her face in one evening
That night, she went home alone, to sleep on her side of the bed
with the shivering almost subsiding into the faintest scent of brewing hope.

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One self

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My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

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Now Finished Poem

Wondering if it’s an omen, finding the box in the attic today?
A treasure trove of memories into our lives
This piece of paper upon which I started to write a poem
I remember at the time I could write no more as I grieved

Missing you as each day goes by and wishing you were here
I know you are in the ever loving arms of our Lord
The Lord sent you down as an angel on loan to us
You were called home dear and we were not ready

I know we will one day be together again
Waiting for the day we will be called home also
Now the poem I started to write to you is finished
Our time together will come again my daughter and 
never end

Written by: Carol Brown
 For The "Treasure Trove" contest of Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner

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Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

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Wild Western Blizzard

What could I really know of the breaks 
                                                                in the land
huge canyons               bleeding red              cut by the wind
with the snow swirling                                  around our tires
barns upright 
                                   and fallen to a  tumble like icebergs
windshield riming over with a crust of ice
                        we scrape madly inside
                              trying to keep cold out
speed slowing
slowing to a crawl
always on the lookout
outside line appearing and gone, 
                                                                    no worries about
cattle led inside to safety    to be watered               and fed
but what of us?
                       Will we be trapped clutching a candle
                             wanting a chocolate bar, 
                                 waiting for a tractor?
and all the flat seeming land seems to have ditches
and roof pitches and rushing trees, and a swirl
                         of slumbering snow 
                                             to lumber down in drifts and piles
no fire would ever warm us
                                                                temperature dropping
            until finally we see it                shining in the dark
                                          a lantern at a farm
a fleet of snow mobiles to greet  us
                                                                   scurry is off 
                             before our ears turn blue, 
                                would they fall off?
Luckily, not tonight, not in this blizzard, 
                                                                      we have home.

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A Horse Going Home

The road home is much more beautiful
than any road going away.
I wish far more that my method of transportation
doesn't fail me, that my arrival time
would come more quickly
and anything in my path would move aside.

There is a patient impatience about the journey,
relaxed about going home, yet wanting to be there.
As I watch people going
toward unknown destinations
it's impossible to tell who is headed home
and whose path is leading them away.

If you've ever ridden a horse goin' home
you know by the pace of his step
and the look in his eye that at the end of the trail
there was food, rest, warmth and love.
If you were to watch the pace of my step
and the gleam in my eyes you'd know I was going home.

And there was one reason that outweighed all the rest -

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Smoldering rubble that once was a house
Wisps of smoke climb from family mementos
The family     all intact     sifts through
the charred remains as their tears drift
down smudged cheeks to land
in their smiles     For they know
that a home is not limited by walls
It expands in love    and comes alive 
amidst the laughter of people
Mother    father    and two young sisters
will leave together when the rescue work is done
And they will still be home

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A Sad Man

He is a sad man, badly flawed, but hardworking
He believes he is beyond reproach, just like many proud men do 
That face does not crack a smile; a sign of 'weakness' it is to him
His poor children starve for the affection of a busy and distant Father
But by now, they've learned to keep warm hugs only for Mother

With the mindset that he was the spindle of his fine home and firm
Delegation of tasks came easy, and was delivered with shouts and expleties 
Like a dark cloud he'd hover over his staff as they worked
And with no qualms, he'd claim credit for successes
And no one would stand up to him; no one ever dared

Most important in his life was work; he had no genuine friend
His warped mind assured him that no one was his equal in anyway
At home, he planned the weekly meals and dictated where they'd shop
And when a drink at dinner was accidentally spilled
Unforgiveness ruled the home for days 

Toys seized as punishment were never to be seen again
Whether a favorite doll or game, it mattered not; sobs wouldn't break his heart
Clueless was he that in the hours he was away 
His submissive family and servants come alive
And during times when he was at home, it had the feel of a tomb

One Friday night he delayed the staff by working extra late
Then when he called down for his car only to find the driver asleep
His rage overtook his senses and he threw the driver out!
In that instant he sat in the driver's seat hurling insults out loud 
In blinding rain, and fuming with anger, he took the exit ramp at high speed

He never saw the old, blown-out tire coming at him just ahead 
Fate that night made a devastating decision... it was taking back control
In his bedroom today, he lies motionles and sadly, visitors never sit for very long 
Though unable to speak, he's gracious to see, the frolicking birds through his tears 
At times he stares at the lonely hour glass upon the shelf below the window sill

For Jeremy's "Objectify Me Free Verse" Contest

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The Smell of Home

We’d come back from the airport
And as she walked through the door, she inhaled deeply
Then she took a few breaths more
With a sparkle in her eye, she turned around and smiled
“Oh, Mama…this is what we smell like!”

I looked at her in confusion
Daddy didn’t know what to say
She just twirled around and said, 
“This is the smell of home.”

For Skat's Home Sweet Home Contest
A reworked older write to fit under ten lines

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Memories Made to Ponder

It was a tin-roof wooden house standing 
Across the red brick cobblestone street 
Adjacent to a wide open field full
Of shady live oak and sweet smelling tangerine trees where 
My father’s boyhood home was nestled  
Quietly in his home town. 

Often times we’d travel to visit 
The grandparents still living there 
In that Americana corner of our lives.
We didn’t know much of anything at all except 
The sky was blue, love was true and we 
Youngsters were the apples of the old folk’s eyes.

We’d sit for hours in white wicker rocking chairs
I helped paint one time with newspaper on the floor 
And a horsehair brush grandma gave me 
To teach me that painting needn’t be a lesson 
In staying between the lines.  “Sometimes,” she’d say,
“It’s better to let the paint flow 
And speak for itself in time.” 

And granddad liked to watch the sky – especially at night 
When stars were burning bright and would point towards Polaris and say:
“Heaven’s over that a-way.”  And during daylight hours 
When storm clouds appeared and we could hear 
Thunder and lightning all around, he’d laugh and dance 
As if the circus were coming to town.  

We watched mocking birds and blue jays flying in and out 
Of all the tree top branches and leaves singing 
Their love making lullabies to us and one another and then
As quickly as they arrived, 
Disappeared into the wind.  
It seems we’re not much different 
Rather family, foe or friend.  
Accordingly, the old house still stands today 
But the dear old folks have slipped away.  
Perhaps to the place once pointed to
High above that night sky view 
Where comets roam and grandpa liked to call “Up yonder,”  
Leaving me with thoughts of gold 
And memories made to ponder.         

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Our Holiday Home

Christmas boxes full of memories down from the attic they come
The house was so quiet everyone starts to hum
A wonderful feeling being overcome by holiday cheer
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Boxes and boxes to go through finding something broken is my fear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
Here come the guys with their fresh cut tree
It will look beautiful just you wait and see

Our beautiful picture of Jesus forever hangs on our wall
The tree must set just right so the light on top upon Jesus will fall
Christmas is about our dear Savior in our home is quite clear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

As the tree is decorated we talk of past Christmases and our love
ones now passed on
We find peace being with each other and happy to know we have
kept one another from becoming withdrawn
A toast of cheer we raise to those in heaven and feel them so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

It is a joy to come together with loved ones we hold so dear
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year
A family less fortunate then us we will visit this Christmas Eve
Spreading joy and love to the family and seeing their smiles as
they once again in our Lord believe

Christmas day does arrive...a beautiful day to which we thank 
our Lord above
The day or our dear Savior's birth whom without we would never 
have love
We sit at our table and say pray before we have our meal with
loved ones we hold so near
Welcome to our holiday home at this special time of the year

Written By: Carol Brown
Written for: Holiday Hearth Contest
Sponsor: Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner

Entry for P.D.'s Best Holiday Poem Contest
4th Place

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Left behind, in the dust, of an old gravel road
is a faint trace of Marlboro and the twang of the wind
There is a sun going down, where the road never ends
leaving dust on the windshield, and smoke in the air
and the sound of the work day, thumping tires, worn thin

There's a bend in the road, where a windmill is crying
Where dozens of blackbirds,  will startle the eyes
They dapple the rain clouds, like bats out of hell
then will perch pole to pole, plucking heartstrings, as well

Headin' home where the doves fly, and bend every limb,
sittin' high in the cottonwoods, while cocking their heads...
Where a hawk circles low over fields, leveled plain
waiting for thunder to bring home the rain

She waits by the door, beneath light from the porch 
It halos her hair, like a torch that she's carried
from the day they were married, in a little white church
that has baptized a newborn, asleep in the crib

He drives an old pickup,  with a paycheck so slim
He has sweat on his brow, and grit on his chin
He is bringing home flowers, his heart and his grin
There is smoke in the horizon, from a fire within...
Not far, where the crows fly, where reason begins


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My Future Generation

I can act insane
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…

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Where I Live

In a tropical place, the climate
becomes a way of being
Fruits and flowers on shirts and dresses,
breakfasts of bananas.
pineapple flavoured passions
of afternoon,
pathways to the moon on evening seas
coconut milk tipped waves at dawn
palms tilting horizons, gulls gliding
the edge of time 

Yet- where I live does not define me 

Not like the timeless, Irish dairymen who-
rain or shine- milk cows  they
 could easily set their clocks by 
Here on this perfect stretch of sand- 
I am rootless - envious
of those who have never moved 
I feel puppetized by modern life
A little schitzoid - liking where I am,
hearing the voices, while 
a part of me pines
for pastoral beginnings. 

 Suzanne Delaney

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Will We Know Him

Will We Know Him?

Will we know Him if He stood in front of us?
If He walked by us on the street?
Will we know Him?
If we have a chance to meet Him in our  lifetime?
In that split second that we meet Him?
Our eyes met for the first time?
Will we know Him?
Yes reading the moment we stood side by side?
Our smiles are very clear
Our heart jumps around
Yes we do know Him?
That look, and that feeling
When we know we've found our home
Yes we do know Him
Yes we know what to say to Him
As we walk away together
Yes we know Him as He knows us His children
We are finally together

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

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Am I missing some thing.Do I misunderstand,as a witness I stand,witnessing the folly and madness of my land. For the devilish materialistic feel of cash in their hand,they will cut the hand of their brother man.All just to conquer the materialistic land,of jewels and the delight of the upper hand.To grandstand.As a man I need to see the youth and the children prosper, on my land not to be grown and groomed by the devils deceptive hands,hugging our land with both arms and both hands.We blindly,hug him back and eat from his hand.Falling into hells quick sand,then have the audacity,to ask what happened to my land and my children,damn.Yet this is my land,but among it all I stand with a paper,pen,rum and a half burnt cigarette,in my trembling hand.Trying to understand the waste,breakage,contagious,venom spewing,disadvantageous,ways of corruption leads and impedes my land.Yet I take firm stand,trying to understand. My home is my land I contemplate the people of my land,as my mind runs through my land,my heart beats to understand the bleeding and dying of my land.Young people die for no sensible reason,body's drawn out frequently with white chalk every bloody season, because of a color they believe in, and the gangsters that survive, they survive but not breathing,because of all the material,drugs and music they believe in,thus it destroys life's true meaning.It leaves the better inner  self bleeding and dreaming for a  dosage of truth, but no that's so aloof from our youth. So there stuck with old lies and a sweet corruption that rottens their tooth.The soil that their soiled in rottens their roots and the music that they listen to obfuscates and never relates to the truth.Their future is dim,their chance is slim.The boys want to be tu pac and the girls lil kim.Everybody wants to be a actor,in a gangster film. So I just sit back and watch the show, you know,to watch and see how far they go.I watch gangsters barely survive,not even making it to the age of twenty five leaving behind a single mother to cry.I see people sell drugs just to get by and consume the same drugs just to get high,to fabricate their emotions with the feeling of a temporary high.I seen the toughest of the toughest guys, fold in a withering cold and die,as hopeless blood leaks from their inside,along with every single lie they supported to survive.My home is  Queens new York.

Sponsor	 ~ SKAT ~

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In God's Hands

  I am malleable in God’s hands, 
No one can shape me like He can, 
He never gives me anything that I can’t handle, 
He always knows what He is doing, 
No one can compare to Him, 
He is the father I never had, 
I can truly trust, love, and honor Him, 
Because He made me, 
He loves me, 
And I love Him, 
I will never be able to put my heart into someone else’s hands with such trust!
Because He is love! 
And I am His. 
- Inspired by Jeremiah 18:6 

                                                  Jeremiah 18:6 NIV
“O house of Israel, can I not do with you as the potter does? declares the Lord. 
“Like clay in the hands of potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.

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Last Bell.....

Man, I remember the thrumming of that last bell of the school year.....
Like a prisoner being furloughed into the warm sun, buzzing of grasshoppers.
Field stickers burrowing into your ankles, joyfully, while you take the wrong way/long way 
The sound of whispering gold as your armplane wings dislodge future assaulters of ankles.
I always liked sighs in the summer.....those sweet drones were the tones of freedom.
In the distance you hear Shirley scream as Brad tells EVERYBODY she likes Ralph...
You knew you should be gettin' home, but, confound it, this one brief moment was yours. 
There was a sound, like a shell to the ear, of all you had learned, escaping as if under 
To thwart it was to stop a tsunami with an umbrella.....ineffectual....unnoticed.
But, also vacant, was common sense; probably why I went Jake's way that day....
Oh, he was there, lurking...lying in wait for my almost clock-work arrival.
Many a day I had screamed a million insults at him as he chased me like Satan,
Hoping "today" wasn't the day he caught up with me.
His exhalations never sounded labored, as if he was letting me get ahead.....
But not today!!!!!.....I JUMP......He LUNGES......and his teeth gain purchase on my seat!!!!
However, I escape....My bottom, that much cooler than it was before and will probably be 
Home.......... you see mom in the kitchen, drinking sun tea and waiting for you to arrive....
"So, How was school?"..."Uh, fine, I guess."     "What did you learn today?"......."Uh, to never 
underestimate the value of Gym Class!!"......"Well," she says, "if you took home economics, 
you'd be able to fix up your pants before Dad gets home and sees your underwear!!"......

Parents NEVER respect an Adventurer's near-fatal exploits!!!

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The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "

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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

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When Doing Wrong Feels so Right

Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.

A young man came in contact with the police… and has died.
So the town decided to protest, drawing others from the outside.
Everything got out of hand, and escalated, throughout the night.
Businesses destroyed, homes robbed, fires, it wasn’t a pretty sight.
The innocent bystanders have decided to move away, in droves.
The businesses are losing customers, as to safety so many go.
Eventually, businesses will also leave, for customers they must have.
The area will become blighted, where a good home once could be had.

Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.

Police and their families are being threatened, as they try to understand.
But they see that they must guard at night, all which continues to stand.
The Newsmen are stirring things up, as to the National News they go.
Of course we need to know the plight of all, as they stir up more woes.
Protesting the freedom, to protest at night, hasn’t helped stop the fights.
More will be leaving the area, cause they don’t want to live too close.
It’s the innocents who continue to suffer, if the town becomes a ghost.
It could end in a moment, or be like the fighting, in the Middle East.

Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.

It all depends on everyone’s understanding of when it’s time to stop.
It depends on the understanding: of when something wrong feels right.
Rioting, Looting, and Protesting can’t add anything good to the mix.
But adding outsiders and hatred to it, can totally destroy all, in the end.
There are brave hearts, wanting to stop what’s going on, to get along
The outsiders control the scene, as with sadness, the good back down.
It seems to have a life of it’s own, pushed from outsiders out to win.
But the only thing they’ll win, is a ghost town, for those left within.

Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.
Remember: Be careful what you do, when feelings seem so right.

 CSEastman Written 8-15-2014… ‘A bystander, very close by’

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Soul Strokes

You inspire me to be
less the thinker, the doer,
and more the drinker of spirits
from out of the Universe.
The Being being.

Then sings my soul
the gospel of the pines
and birdsong as we walk
in the glory of Springtime.

I am spiritual having
a human experience knowing Soul
resides inside a space of me
that only sings.

We are not Home now
and will not truly rest
until You take me to that place
and space wherein You dwell
with other eternal Souls and
I shall be no more.

Perhaps, You will return
within another Being to be
here to learn the way
of a human journey.
But I ... I am wanting
to stay Home next time.

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The unknown calls to the curious with an exultant chant,
a refrain heard but seldom understood. My life has branched

unexpectedly, days are defiant yet anxious; I keep looking back.
But death quickens for those who choose to cling to cairns. I see

where I am, find false assurance in how well my dust has settled
in a small corner that comforts, Oh, those gathered necessities. 

There are tender entanglements in the familiar, these common
rooms, all those static horizons and narrow pathways, grooves  

that ensnare change like spinning wheels. Tomorrow summons
and I will venture into its starry deep, for my heart was moved

by serendipity. This I have learned: family is wider than blood 
and home is not a place. Home is the love we refuse to hoard. 

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Emptiness camouflaging along with feelings

After a business tour 
I returned to empty home
Wife and kids had been away
enjoying holiday at her mothers home 

Everything was same
TV, Fridge, Oven, Music System 
accepting my operating command as before
bed, sofa, reclining chair all comforting my body

Missing was the vivacious vibrancy  
of laughter, arguments, silence, love and affection
Walls, curtains, photo frames, flower vases staring at me 
Tongue and ears  jobless, eyes doubling up for speech and sound  

No one to offer glass of water or cup of tea
Breakfast awaiting preparation by me, and eaten too
Lunch and Dinner from menu delivered by hotel waiter
Nightime no one to kiss goodbye, bother for next day wishes

Learned, not that uninhabited homes only haunt
Clamour of near and dear ones is what actually counts
Amidst noise decibels we try to squeeze out some solitude
Like fools among living souls we often seek silence of graveyard  
Telephone bell rings
wife and kids indicate early arrival
Suddenly the empty home turns into lively fair 
staring walls joyous on early prospect of  baby hands caress  

Emptiness camouflaging along with feelings 
Haunting brick and mortar springing into lively atmosphere 
Hated apartment while alone, fool was I to blame innocent structure
Learnt, futile to be in heaven after leaving, create heaven where one is living 

(Entry for Members Contest – Empty Apartment by Matt Caliri )

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Distant Love

The hours dwindle slowly by- 
When I want you by my side. 
Longing to feel the warmth of your breath 
As you kiss away my pride. 
The anger melts away, 
When I'm held within your arms.
My balance quickly faltering;
As I fall for all of your charms.
The weeks are always longer-
When I don't get to have you near.
Wishing that I could run to you- 
The distance heightening my fear. 
The hours go by rapidly-
When you are finally home. 
 Leaving me all by myself;
With my thoughts to roam. 
The cycle starts all over- 
I'm wishing that you were free. 
Longing to feel the warmth of your breath. 
Until you come right back to me. 

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Make him a soldier

Make him A Soldier

Make him a soldier 
so I won't cry anymore

Transform a boy to a man
 so he will stand...alone

 In the dark forest
as natural combustion of dusk in the sky 

Red blood running through our veins is the same
identical as if we share the same DNA 

And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same 

Rate pulse pace...boom 
it startled me
 but as I gaze in his eyes 
I felt a deep connection 
as if he knew me better than I knew myself
Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered 
and even if life tries to poison us 
we will always have each other 
pure love
Blue water
 a million miles away from me 
and as he travels from sea to sea 
I think of him daily 

I try to remember where we came from
 blue water 
shared space 
different times

 Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary 
and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail 

So I beg you 
Make him A soldier 
so I won't cry an ocean of tears 
Transform a boy to a man
so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour.
 Help me to raise my head 
when he is long gone from here 

When my fears are red 
 my soul turns blue 
let me remember the purity of us 
how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!

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Welcome Home, My Child

Getting sleepy with eyes falling tired
Drift away into a new sense of wonder
Longing for purpose that seems to fade away
With every step, God whispers, "Stay...
"Slow down My Child, you're going too fast
Take a look around at My Home for you at last
Take all in the Love I have for you
And don't fret over fear of what I want from you
I love you Child more than you could ever know
You are My Child; I am your Home
And I will never let you go
All I want is for you to love Me too
Welcome Home, My Child
I love you."

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All my life,All my days
Wolves and sheep alike flock with me
Like a magnet,they are drawn to me
Like bees,they swarm around me.

Sucking my honeycomb to Sahara
Like mosquitoes,they bite and go
but like Twist,they want more
Vampires,what a befitting title.

They've built roofless shelters
Right in the corner of my pocket,
the home of my juiciest fruit
believing in its strong cover,
when the rainy days roll in.

They milk me dry with their pincers,
Descending on my defenseless self
Pouncing on my vulnerability
Like a relentless leech,
they hold on to my apron.

Ripping me has become a hobby.

Till i am as dry as the fig,
my udder will be home to them.
Venomous blood sucking parasites
They will follow me to the end.

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Not Just A House, But A Home

It seems like only yesterday
My home was filled with activity,
Laughter, quarreling and lots of love.
Just as life should be.

I look around and see yesteryears
Of scuffed floors and marked up walls,
Telling a story of lives being lived.
My children's ebbs and flows of life-

Dirty faces, begging to be chased,
Sticky fingers, grass stained knees,
Floor picnics on rainy days,
Wiping tears and snotty noses,
Breaking up many small feuds,
And with my arms stretched out wide,
I'd show them how I love them more.

Dare I say, kids grow up way too fast.
Before you know it they've left the nest.
But inside their hearts where love should grow,
They will make not just a house, but a home.

For Leonora Galinta's contest, 'A Home'

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The Teen

How do you say you love them?
They declare they don’t need you.
Then they ask if their clothes are clean.
You fix their lunch, and then they tell you to go away.
You give them lunch money so others won’t see you’ve fixed their lunches.
You give them the car, yet they won’t call to say they’ve arrived safely.
You tell them to pay attention when driving, but learn with the first real scare.
They say they can drive, then will wreck the car in the first year of solo driving.
They hug their girlfriends, but don’t want you around.
They need you in troubles, but can’t stand you in peace.
They go beyond the limits, then sneer at your demands.
They need help but won’t listen to your advice.
They need help but will try to do it all alone.
They want to be on their own, but depend on you.
They go off alone, but will keep coming back for yet a while.
They love you but will never say so.
They hate the situation they’re in, but aren’t ready to leave.
They think they’re ready for everything, but they’re not.
They think they’re ready to be alone, but the world won’t let them be.
I love my teen and will worry when he finally leaves.
His relief will be tinged with fear.
He will always be welcome back home, but may not come.
I will miss him and he will miss me, though he will never admit it.
He thinks I don’t understand how things are today, because I’m old.
Technology changes, but the emotions of growing up are always the same.
Needing to go forward, but feeling trapped remains the same with each generation.
Being held back by time, conventions, laws, and rules never changes.
I understand, they’re just too young to realize that I do.
I do understand, because I’m already standing in the world he wants to enter.
You will know they care after they’ve left home and call home to hear your voice.
Someday they may even come home, kiss you, and say thanks.

Contest: Coming of Age  2nd place

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We live in a little valley
once famous for cedar trees. 
The name is no longer a label
but celebrates the past
as do most places in this country.

It is a place with monuments
old but not ancient,
unkempt mansions that
cling to use,
solemnized as party sites
for weddings.

We can't deny its beauty
that lives beyond the ruins,
the joyous harbor that
harmonizes generously with sun and clouds,
the great meadow, the people with their
strange but utilitarian costumes
who build their bodies along the road.

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A Frozen Heart

The storm raged on,
snow and ice covering everything,
temperatures well below,
and not even the sun offered its warmth.

Among the fray was a small child,
lost in the pure white land.
Ice had frozen completely through,
a heart now layered in ice.

A child to young to care,
to understand,
lost among this winter wonderland.
For days upon days,
slowly withered away.

One day unlike all the rest
a figure emerged from the shadows,
found this wandering child.
For the first time the sun began to shine, 
basking in its warmth, 
the child’s heart began to melt.

The figure pulled this child from the storm, 
sheltered and locked away, 
the small child no longer withered.
Heart no longer protected by layers of ice, 
ice that had melted away.
This child had found a home today.

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Poem for my village

In the hearts of eastern side,
One day I will return.
Ashamed and with the spirit of abandonment but 
I’m sure you’ll still be standing,
Holding on to the wheel and spear,
That you were told it’s your savior

Leaders find pleasure in your suffering
Rivals find comfort in your presents.
Yes, you raised heroes, you made legends
But you backwards in a race, forward in disgrace towards on
Embrace inadequacy.

One day I will return, to those valleys,
Veld and the mountains of the great one,
Where my ancestors were placed, where home is, 

One day I will defiantly return, to bring joy, peace and comfort
to the hearts of the unfortunate, pleased in mind, rich in pasture,
Surely my ancestors are calling me,
That is why one day I will return, to use my clicks fluently,
Dance comfortable and walk permanently. 
To Eastern Cape, where my heart is, will be and was.
In Eastern side, seeing those beautiful faces, women dancing with joy
With paint in their faces, entirely free from the world around me, 
Ubuntu glancing, life excitedly and society in one, 
One day, I mean one, one day i will return, 
With my mouth unable to converse fluently, but surely i will learn.
One day I will return, to Eastern Cape where i belong.

One day i will return HOME,
my place of comfort. my homeland,
MY COUNTRY, my South Africa


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It wasn't so long ago, that my new wife and I
had to find a place to live which we could call "Home".
We found an ideal place on the northwest side of our city,
easy transportation, good neighbors, and plenty of room.

When we decided to take the place, we knew it would be 
the bright, airy, comfortable, and loving home we wanted 
to make for ourselves.  Of course, there was work to be done
before we could move in.  Painting, carpets, and choice of 
furniture would occupy us for many weeks.

I don't know if every newlywed couple is as happy as we 
were.  Our love was enhanced by the work on that apartment,
turning its rooms from bare walls and floors into livable
spaces where we could be alone with each other.  We would even
have friends or relatives over - it made no difference in our was home.

Every relationship has its share of woes, and that apartment 
became a solitary point in our lives.  My idea of a career did not
jive with my wife's, as she so often pointed out.  I don't believe
it was the career, but the fact that I was trying to be someone I
wasn't, work with a company that I did not really know, and do 
something that was inherently destructive to our marriage.

I wanted to prove to her that she could be proud of me by providing 
for her the riches I felt she deserved.  My quest for the golden ring
only tarnished the ones we wore on our hands.  I was just too naive to
think that I was wrong.  I should have taken a step back and trusted
the partner to whom I had pledged my love.  By the time I came to my
senses, it was too late.  I had driven her away by my callousness.

Now, as I stand in this empty apartment, only the memories remain.
The laughter of that first dinner alone...her face in the candlelight, yet
I see it only in the darkened corner of the room.

There were the nights of love and affection in the only
shadows of the sweet passions left in the wake of her despair at
my leaving her alone to face the mornings.
Our living area was our pride and joy with the furniture we had so 
carefully chosen, the carpet of jade green, and the love seat where 
we watched our favorite, just a window to the soul
mate I should have been.

The apartment stands empty again, waiting for another young couple
to make it their own.  It was ours for a while, but now belongs only to
that place in my mind where I hide my personal treasures.  I loved her
then...I love her still. Home no longer, but in my memory.

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A home full of understanding and trust,
Compose of children, a mother and a father,
Who face trials bravely without breaking,
 Who will live and love each other forever.

A father who support and discipline, 
A mother who takes care and be a light,
Children follow and help their parents,
A happy home where unity is present .

Strong bond that no one can destroy, 
If have faith in God even evil can’t annoy,
Each member has its own responsibilities,
With smile on their lips to do their duties.

A home may not perfect as what they say,
As long as each member will find a way,
To solve problems that come in their life everyday,
It’s a great blessing they receive from our Almighty .

May 25, 2013
For Leonora's "A Home" Contest
4th Place Winner

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A day in the life of you and me

Our screen door creaks noisily
And is for us the sound of solace.
Pale green walls and wood floor polish
Absorb every footfall with relish.
Cold tiles demand their sneezes
As I reach for towels and slippers.
A sleepless night has deserted with my best
And helpless yawning betrays 
Those stolen morning hours.
Today’s a quiet cocktail,
Soothing breeze and hazy sunlight.
No music from our stereo.
Only a whistling kettle,
As you lay bed-warm and gentle
Sheets thrown haphazard,
Dreaming privately,
I observe with tender jealousy.
A coffee mug to warm hands.
I will await Arabica breath
Before I break this peacefulness.
And lost in thoughts
I’ve missed your waking.
Now only hands, lips, moving hips.
Easily persuasive, no chores,
No sign-in-attendance list,
Just rest and love and bliss.
A pleasant afternoon we recall;
A stroll on a rainy day.
Circling arms, protective, greedy
And a broken umbrella, shared 
Hush-hush talking
In sweetly mingling misty breath.
Warm dry towels and home awaiting.
Dark roast aroma cuts through chill drafts,
Shivering into each other.
Silence and closeness
And smells of damp you and me.

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Blue Dot

We should not destroy this thing that keeps us alive
This dot in the universe 
A place where we all can roam
This place we all call  our home
We are delusional if we think we have a place
On the grand scheme of things we are small
Smaller than grains of sand almost nothing at all
This blue dot in space is all we have for life
So why do we quarrel, fight and cause strife
This dot is all we know
Nothing above us and nothing below
A little piece of dust hanging in the heaven's
A place where we work and play
A place of war and peace
In the vastness of space we are alone
Yet we fail to help each other along the way
This blue dot in the vast universe
A place where we should not shed it to pieces
This blue dot we call home
This blue dot that we should cherish.

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Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?

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a dog with out a name

It rained again last night, as he woke up from the muddy dirt
he always sleep in.
As he stretches out as far as he can, ouch he said my body hurts
me so very bad again.
The bowl for food and water remain empty, and the grassy areas 
are so far away.
No home anymore the home I once had seems so far away it makes
me so, so sad.
I am hurting so bad I just want to stay in today so no one will be
mean to me.
I search the trash cans, dumpsters all around this town when people
see me they say ‘get out of here’.
I runaway as fast as I can while I lay down to rest my body, legs and
paws the food was thrown out.
my belly is groaning, I am so thirsty,  can’t remember the last time
I had ate any real food, all I eat is stick, twigs and grass.
Lonely as much as a dog can be, not one person reaches their hand out
 to me.
Night time came and he settles in for another lonely sleepless night.
Now all that remains is a small grave with the words that someone had
written, here lays a ‘dog with out a name’.
It's sad it was to late for this dog I now named 'Jake' no more pain,
hunger or thirst for him.
Rest in peace my Jake and we will meet you someday again.

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Dead On My Own, Alive In Him

Faith is not failing me,
I am failing Him.
Why do I refuse to accept His grace?
Why would I rather live my life on my own
When He is extending a helping a hand?
I am depressed,
Dead on my own,
But I am alive in Him!
I give my life to Him for real;
I give Him my all,
And now I'm alive
Because He gives me life!

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A Broken Man

A Broken Man

Standing in the shadows as the rain fills my shoes
watching my breath like smoke as I warm my hands.
I watch the crowds walk by without a sideward’s glance
at the man in the dark with no umbrella. 

Life has no meaning to a man who has lost it all,
to a man who caused his own destruction.
The cheating and lying has caught me
and now is consuming me with each passing day.

The man who had it all now begs on the streets
with no feelings of worthlessness, no feelings at all.
When you live at the top, the bottom is a long way down
and when you finally reach it the impact is deadly.

The women and money filled my head with a false reality
my happiness was at home with my wife and kids.
Now my home is the streets hiding in the shadows
waiting for my final days and begging them to hurry up.

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Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I

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The Honey, The Bees, The British and Their Tea

Sitting here drinking my wonderful tea is what i am doing if British i be, the bees fly around from 

flower to flower collecting more pollen for honey by the hour, our drink of choice is the tea that 

we drink the honey we add sweetens and pleases, so we're all connected the british and tea, the 

bees and flowers to honey you see. Honey is what we want when we come home from a bad day 

in cleveland, london, or rome. Honey says i'm glad that you're home and with a quick kiss the 

bad day is all gone. So thanks to the british that drink their tea because they give the bees 

reason to be and from that reason come the fruit of the flower, honey that sweetens the tea that 

we drink. The tea is your life, the bees are your job and the flower is the purpose for which we 

breathe, but the honey is the sweet that makes it all worth it for if a bee would not be then what 

would be then reason to drink this nasty tea.

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Little Hole by Railroad Tracks

Many years ago walking down

railroad tracks with my old dog shep.

We always passed by this old hole

next to tracks that laid over a little

bed of water.

One day shep got to close,

and slid down toward hole,

he was stuck real tight,

I went home to get a rope,

when I got back, he was no where

to be found, after looking all over

for him, I went home and there he

was on front porch, like nothing had

happened, looking at me and wagging his

bushy tail, as I got down to his level, kisses is

what I got from this fine dog, don't know

to this day how he got home without me

seeing him, but that was shep for you.

We had many adventures, this was just one of


Written 8-7-11

This really happened in Grinnell Iowa around 1953 or 1954

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I Messed Up

Lord, please forgive me.
I need You.
I messed up.
Please, save me.
Thank You.
I trust You.
I love You.
I am a hypocrite.
Please, change me.
Thank You.

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Modern Day Slave ( Wife and Mother )

Modern Day Slave ( Wife and Mother )

Not one single holiday
Three years have gone their way
Cleaning house
Changing diapers
Preparing meals
That are eaten in minutes

Not one single holiday
Four walls the only room to play
Ironing shirts
Washing clothes
Cleaning dishes
That get messed up every day

Not one single holiday
Mother’s life is meant to be this way
Surgical implant for the kitchen sink
She isn’t even allowed to think

While husband goes out on his hunt
Husband goes out for a beer
And eyes the other women who are there
Not for one minute does he think
Of the person at exhaustions brink

Robot wife she stays at home
Robot wife in her prison
Not one day off in 1095 days
Just a nigger
Just a slave

But mother hood was meant to be this way
Husband goes out earns the wage
Comes home tired and wants to rest
Complains that wife has not done her best

She hasn’t the strength to argue back
And she should be grateful 
There is no lack
Diapers are always replete
There is always enough to eat
Husband has done his job
Full time employment
Is his choice

But wife and mother she stays at home
Constantly on holiday
What holiday does she need
And we won’t mention driver fatigue

She takes all the responsibility
In bringing up their child
Husband never changes a single diaper
All he has to do is yell at her

Not one day off in 1095 days
Just a nigger
Just a slave
Never falls asleep at the wheel
But its ok she doesn’t even feel

Husband goes out to see his friends
Husband goes off on weekends
Husband never stays at home
Or lets his wife go out on her own
Husband is happy with his slave
Mother hood was meant to be this way
Working every day

House is spotless
House is clean
Husband has no reason to complain
Unpaid worker she stays at home
Gets her meals
And gets her roof
And does everything on her own

Happy day for husband today
He gets the chance to go away
Maybe some pretty girls will be there
So he can stand and stare
He’s so fed up of the tired dishevelled one
He finds at home 
When and if he is ever there

Three years without a holiday
Does the law of Human Rights say its ok
To be treated like a nigger
An unpaid mother
House maid
Like a slave

Another stuffed dead head
Above the fire place

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A Bend in the Road

I could see the bend in the road ahead and I could feel my stomach twisting with its presence. This would be my new beginning, my new home, and I was afraid of what this life change could bring me. As I began to get nearer my hands gripped the wheel tighter. I could feel my palms begin to sweat as I white-knuckled the wheel. I slowly pressed the brake as I entered the curve and I felt my whole body tense. Then I quickly accelerated, and in one swift motion I was through the curve and speeding down the road toward my new home. As I watched my surroundings change, I knew that bend in the road would be a joyous point for every time I came home.

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Destiny Calls Me Home

My heart cries out to you from this dark valley.
Answering the longest most lonesome echo.
Your voice lingers in each tree branch
and I feel a live hum seeping through my soul.
Creation of love by the melodious swaying of these trees.
Windswept mountains tower over this lonely valley,
making dark shadows by the moon's pearly light.
Creeping wild honeysuckle smells remind me of you.
Your tender embraces and passionate reality
make your dark handsome face even more surreal.
Flying through the wind your dark tresses caress my face
as we speed toward that wonderful rendezvous with destiny!

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Beautiful Children

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!

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I of all people got BIN Laden Shot, me Troy Jeremy Nelson got bin Laden shot

well first let me start with thanking that little girl who gave me a tic tac
it all started when i was 16, but didnt actually happen until i was 24
i was actually trying to take down a drug ring scandal
based in edson alberta
i guess out of confusion to protect my own life there ws a fire

always kind of wondered why the friendly people at the mental health check ups 
never had an answer as to why i was always sick, and why there was nothing being 
done for the people i had affected or thge ones who just gave me temporary brain 

later on in life i began writing poetry, poetrypoem, poetry soup, and several other 
blogs, i joined everything
the obsessive compulsive people person that was like never supposed to know he 
was ocd finally clued in

these are the things my enemy has done to me, there is a pile of dead bodies left in 
their wake in my life
im not backing down
ive had sex less times than i can count

so yeah I of all people mastermined word of mouth to get that man waxed

poetry site after poeytry site to gain support
to live with people from my country and hand out controversial table top talkers of 
conversation as paintings, and controversy

something to call home about, this person or that person, to be somebody

i incorperated everybody, anybody who was ever somebody who cared to see the 
end of this nightmare and have their turn to see earth win a war

and here is the difference, when you come to kill these people in this game of string 
theory of people pointing the finger in the right direction of who needs to die,
people are going to come out of the woodworks cheering and screaming and 
wanting to shake your hand for murdering the people who just wrecked their lives, 
their husbands, mothers brothers and sisters life too

The paintings was just a part of the sting operation
compared to what i was doing gover the internet creating support and concern in a fan 
base where one could take notes and gather they have just made a huge mistake 
when it came to using the war crime of seduction to not let me have sex any more 
often than ive been in an ambulance

me it was me, I got bin laden shot, troy jeremy nelson, me of all people, hahahaha
he couldnt even count to 85 or operate a spade, and i got him shot, i suck

the telephone callls from these people here to their people back home to your 
people over there, so you could meet half way and point the fingers properly
the swearing and cursing
the sexuallly aggrevated

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Home Sweet Home

There is one place in this lonely life
where I can run away to on this long, dark road.
Only the moon knows my way home tonight
and I hold the key to this door in my heart.

I see an open book still on the table
waiting for my eyes to read again,
and an inviting, marshallow-soft pillow,
offering to cradle my sleepy head
and uphold me in what dreams may come....

The warmth of home is where my heart is tonight.

(This poem was inspired by the song "Home Sweet Home" by Motley Crue.)

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Eden Re-lives In The Spring

Every evening
When an amber sun strolls home through the gay sky
Real beauty encapsulates in the spring
Beneath the sentry trees and dim-eyed-aura
Nature's sacristans unfold a hidden heaven
Ecstasy steals the breathe of time 
Every specie bears a pigment of beauty
Assembly of flowers fragrance the perfect sanctuary
As songbirds sheds serenade to the glimmering spring
Hysteria sways the senses of sailing leaves
As they rapture home to aquatic paradise
Evergreen ones bid them goodbye
Perfection hymns from every living tongue
Eden re-lives in the spring 

Written by: Joseph Osita

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Sometimes I Dream

Sometimes I dream of the azure sea
Drifting gently towards the still horizon, 
Its return sweep bringing your ship to shore.
From my shore of waiting I see it bobbing
On the waves, bringing my love home to me.

Sometimes I see you pensive under the almond
Tree, your face reflecting rapture as you dream
Of distant shores, far away from me you roam.
I tried to caulk your dreams with dulcet songs
But dreams are blind when love is strong.

Sometimes I see you in my dream, laughing,
Hands outstretched, standing on the shore  
Calling out to me.  Your beckoning hands touch
Mine, enfolding me. You’re home at last to stay.
Yet your heart, like a shell, resounds with the sea. 

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Last Night I Dreamt---

When the nightingale sang, I was under the sun
in a place far away where my childhood began
With my eyes butterflies, that would flutter and scheme
to color my dream with a place I have been

Last night, in a dream, one to cherish and hold,
I traveled through time to an eve long ago
Though the volume was muted, it resounded with love
A day soft and gentle, like a song of the doves
I could hear mother humming, as the evening grew long
While my dad tended fire, a burning yule log
There was smoke in the breeze, and a whippoorwill's song
that drifted in moonlight, and sailed by the face of the moon

There were echoes I heard, of house in the dark
My cat nestled close, at the foot of my bed
I was wrapped in the rapture, in a place I have known
of a time long ago, that would someday be gone

But for now, I will cherish this dream that I own
Last night was a dream that was taking me home
When the nightingale sang, I was under the sun
in a place far away where my childhood began

Serious entry for Francine's contest: "Last Night I Dreamt"

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marking my friends on poetry soup.- the Lord helped me fight death and won.

i don't want to be just marking

time.  i died on november 20,

2008, during surgery.  i was

on a vent when i awakened 

december 2, sisters'

birthday. what made me llive

i'll never know.  i know there

are things to do on this side

of death.

i have no time for marking time.

i have a stupid bag hanging from

my side now.  i am supposed to

"get comfortable with it".  well

that was a laugh.

that was a laugh until i thought

of the people that had these

things with no hope of ever

getting away from them.

i am so lucky.  14 days i laid

on a vent, then 22 more.

i came home 3 days, 


i had
great pain in my chest...
well this is great i said,

a pulmonary emboli, 15 more

days, three days home.

then back to e.r. blood pressure

too high.  this bought me 

4 more days in e.r.

i am home now and finally 

have spent 19 days home.

i feel every pain and i feel

every time that i feel good

yes, i am never marking

time again.....there is

something about fighting

for your life and your sanity

that straightens things out.

i don't recommend it but

i wish i could let your hearts

know what i know.


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To A Blind Man

To a Blind Man

To a blind man your words seem foolish
To a man with open eyes
You are so clever and wise
Your thoughts go above ours
Like heaven is to the world
To a deaf man you where just a man
To a man with open ears
You guide them home taking their hand
Walking by their side
While they listen as you guide
Building their home on a solid foundation
As you will deliver them into salvation
To a blind man the world
Seems to be improving
While you have some
That sit and ponder why
So many kids now sit and cry
And many put trust in scientist
See them so clever when they could clone
Not realizing many hearts are made of stone
While one with open eyes
Notice how the world tends
To stray very rapidly
How many are going against all the Lord expects
While many eyes have a speck
Blocking out the light to the path
So not aware headed toward the wrath
Lord you are the cornerstone of the construction
While I see many headed to destruction

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Talking am I

Okay I am not gonna talk deep any more
You guys can get it from somebody else
I am through
I am going to be talking about nonsense funny stuffs
Things that interest me
Whether you like it or not
Ha my pen
My choosing
My topic
Would you believe I sent the fart poem out to my entire office ?
For a minute there I thought I was in trouble
But sometimes you have to do what you have to do
What you feel like it
That’s it my friend – live for the moment
Why do people like goodbye so much?
I keep reading poems about goodbye
I hate goodbye
If I say goodbye to you
You can bet I won’t see you again
That is just me
Why leave it hanging?
I have to save enough leave so I can take off
To see my niece
I am afraid by the time I go to see her
She is going to say ‘who is that lady?’
Does little thing give you pleasure?
It does for me
I found a good deal on a sport rider
I was tickled pink 
You would think I won a lottery
I don’t know why
I am just easily pleased
Are you a creature of habits?
Do you find yourself watching the same shows
Eating the same food
At the same restaurants?
What is it?
Why can’t we do things out of the ordinary?
Like don’t ever do anything the same twice
Wouldn’t that be fun?
But we would run out of things to do
Pretty quick
But that would be fun
I think I’ll stop for now
I am done talking

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Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home, is where I have seen my life evolved with the love of my spouse
                        The arms that sheltered me from the outside world

Where my children took their first steps,help to mend a broken heart, watched them go to war, get married with their own family, grandchildren that ran around these rooms singing, dancing, shooting foam darts, holiday dinners and praying together

We've grown older, helped each other so we wouldn't lose our companion that holds us strong.                            Together till death do us part.

I find refuge in the, poems I write, books I read, paintings I paint, everything I need.

A home is the love, honesty, respect, and working together with your loved ones

                                          Contest: Home Sweet Home
                                         Sponsor: Skat A

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I gave you the tale of my computer
Last month 
All is working....... 
Well sort of.

And again it came down to me to put in a network card.
It put up a stubborn  fight 
But two days later I MADE IT WORK! 
It really wasn't that hard

But there were other things 
Like licenses for the vehicles and me
Mine was the problem
My birth certificate name was different you see.

I had had it changed
But who knows in what state
The lawyer said "shoot
The one on your birth certificate will do.".

The Kansas license was personalized
And a beautiful thing
I decided I'd  keep it 
And one day put it out for all to see.

When I removed it 
I brought it inside
Washed and dried it 
And set it aside.

One evening Shirlee and Fred came by
On their way home from work
I wasn't here but they left some no, no's
For my dessert.

The next day they came by to give me a ride
It was off to garage sales we would go
Shirlee looked at me and said
"Mom is that your idea of a joke?"

I didn't pick up on what she meant
And she pointed toward the stove.
" I mean ," she said "Do you intend to leave your 
License plate up there?"

I told you it was special,
I didn't want it to get hurt
So I placed it on the vent
Above the cook stove to make sure.

It was tan 
And a buffalo stood with pride
The letters C I L E
Were printed on it's side.

I still didn't get the drift
Until she pointed to the four little words
And Read 

I had to sit down 
I was laughing so hard 
And when I think back
I still get a charge.

I haven't yet found my home on the range 
But I'll tell you this my friends
Following the next four lines 
You can add the word, AMEN

No more cooking 
I am through
If you can't use the micro wave

                              Cile Beer

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It's Simple

It's simple.
We make it much more complicated than it is;
Just live.

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The World Needs You, Lord

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,

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This City Inspires Me

The Chicago skyline.
You symbolize home.
You are me and I am you.

There you are Sears Tower!
Just like you I will stand tall and strong
Even through life's toughest winds,
I might sway back and forth,
But to the ground which I was built on, 
I'll remain.
Even when people try to change my name, 
I'll just reply "Watchya talkin bout Willis?!" 
Yeah, you'll always be Sears to me.
And I'll always be Joe to you. 

Thank You Chicago.

I promise I will get as fast as 
The trains and planes that transport your people
And when I get caught up in life's traffic,
I promise to keep my cool and my destination in mind.
I promise to get as strong as your culture is.
I promise to always be filled with as much vigor as 
Your raging college students are.
I promise to stay as passionate as
The struggling musicians that serenade your "L" subways are.
I promise I will work as hard as 
Your workers that are just trying to pay their bills do.
I promise I'll always stay as hungry 
As the poor that beg on your streets are.

And I promise I'll make you proud of me.
For I am proud of you!
Chicago, don't you know? 
You will always put the "O" in Joe.

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The Songs We Sing

People connect, people want to connect, if stranger-you, stranger as you find yourself, as I see you, wish to speak to me, The Poet once asked, then why shouldn’t you?

We loose touch with it, we try to tease it out in poetry and song, and wrong it comes
In the wrong form and shape it shows, we are embarrassed to try to: I am embarrassed to know. 

There are things on YouTube that make us cry. Homelessness on YouTube that make us cry
But why? 

I lived in Brooklyn for twenty-five, twenty five years of me in Brooklyn and I saw them everywhere. 

With no place to go, the phantoms of the train.

Those who tried asked for dollars and cents and some didn’t. And a lot of them smoked crack, many of them brimming high, capsuling, in clouds of mist of drink, most of them had to. 

& there are nights of coldness collected in the steel, and there is blue-coldness that hardens the steel

& to them, we look as blue as it, unable to peel the ring in their voices, silence, not flesh-like like they feel when the blue-coldness touches their skin,

& to them some of these holidays make no sense, for out of misfortune or kin they have not a thing to attend  

In subway carts I see some leaning, bending with the weight of O’-that-feeling
O’ that hit of steel that makes them want to

Religious, black women prayed for them and sang to them I remember. Y algunas, las viejitas, afraid to look their way, said an ave-maria in their heads. 

Some white folks prayed, others gave change and some played in their minds other moments that made this one naught. 

But that was all of us.

We made the train ring with our laughter and pain
	O’-that-feeling is why I can’t quit
	And homeless they are and have been and then haves-beens 
	& we give change and expect none in return

These subway doors open: 
“O’ I hope he gets off” 
			“He’s making me sick”

The songs that we sing

People want to connect even when they don’t want to stranger, you
& through train sliding doors, a glimpse of this,  and we try, we try not to loose sight of it 

locked eyes looking and no fear
	human recognizing human & no fear
		pain recognized by pain & no fear
			& no fear, and fear not fear

& they will slide 
And you will move - and you may remember and may not
But humans feel because humans we know because they feel and humans they know

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Heaven is her home

The doors are shut and the
curtains and blinds pulled.
Inside the child stands tall.
She's fighting a war on her 
own home front she's so small.
A battle which she can't win.

Her name is that of  choice any
name she answers too.
Dumb, stupid and bad girl are 
the ones they scream at her.
She sits sad, hurt and confused.

She dare not tell a soul but she 
kneels and prayers Dear God can
I come live in Heaven with you?
There I know I am loved everyday
by you, no more pain or beatings.

Once in awhile you will find her
hidden way back in the closet,
with tears streaming down her head.
No one sees them because she hides
them well behind the mask of smiles.

Her cloths are old, dirty and they stink.
Kids, at school torment and bully her.
They laugh and tell her she's nothing
but trash, she stands numb.
She closes her eyes and prayers I want 
to come to heaven.

Days, weeks and months pass them by.
Not one person asks or notices that she
is no longer around.
You see she decided to go on home to
Written By: Rhonda Hero

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Take me home take me
To my happy place
Where I can sing and dance
With the people I love 
Where you go hungry together, 
Laugh together and cry together
Where mistakes are part of
Life they are not judged nor
Praised. To the poeple who would
Give me the shirt off there back,
To the people I would die for.
To the place that holds my heart
To the one's I love so dearly.

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I am a hypocrite and look what I just did:
I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again.
I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said;
Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head.
God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. 
I love You.
I thank You.
I am forever changed.

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Are We Better Off?

In my day we played outside, riding horses,  
Playing hide and seek and on swings and slides.
And only on rainy days
Were we confined inside to play.
We played slap jack, crazy eight, go fish
And Lincoln logs was our dish.

Everyone drank coffee and tea
No caffeine worries did they see
All our houses were painted bright
And no one heard of the lead base plight
The new homes of the day had asbestos, 
But what the hey!

This was during World War II
Where our fathers, brothers, uncles and aunts
Left our homes for foreign lands.

Here at home when sirens screamed
It was our Air Raid Warning Drill.
And companies that worked through the night
Were required to paint their windows black
Safety was our countries goal
Here at home and on foreign soil.

We played at the lake and tanned or fried
When we got home a little cow cream was applied.
Where I lived prohibition was still affirmed
And Bootleggers were the cops major concern.

The air we breathed was just air
Unless a corral or hog farm were near.
Transportation was car, bus or train
The only planes I ever saw 
Were B 29’s heading for foreign soil.

I can’t help but wonder how we survived
Compared to the rules and laws  we now abide.
 I just heard a well known man say
“No more Santa Claus he is to fat”
“It’s bad for kids to honor a man like that.”

The Christmas tree has become “Happy Holiday”
No prayers in school, It breaks the rules they say.
Religion in government there is no place
“In God We Trust” is a disgrace.

When was the last time the Constitution was read
Were our Forefathers out of their heads?
“Merry Holidays too and you best take a stand
If you want to continue to have Peace in Our Land.”

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Long Gone Teddy

I needed a friend because I was scared,
My curiosity compelled my decision,my choice.
To precariously balance on my tricycle,
To peer into the unknown, 
The strange shaped glass covered
Gas meter. 

I was almost able to peer,
Into the strange, yet fascinating 
Object that hung on the brick,
Wall outside, in the backyard,
Of my childhood, 

I don't remember exactly,
How my chin ended up,
Slammed against the glass,
Other than the wheels,
Slipped back, my head,

My chin spilt open,
A gash,pain,blood,fear,
Shame, wondering why,
I didn't plan better to
Avoid such a dumb 

So Mom and I, we walked, 
Up to the corner to the 
Bus stop, to ride the 
Bus to the hospital,so 
I could get my first,

I can't remember the pain,
Or the shot, or the room,
In the hospital, where my 
Chin was sutured,but
I do remember you,

The gift shop had you,
Sitting on a shelf,
Waiting to be placed,
Into the arms of 
A child, who needed

Thus began the friendship,
Of my brown-eyed,
Felt padded, mohair
Stuffed animal that,
I so carefully named, 

Still today, I wonder,
Whenever I see a 
Gas meter, placed outside 
On a wall of a house,
What became of you, my

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What Lurks Within

The room stands empty now
But it was not always so.
These bare walls enfold
and protected the past.

Memories lurk here... 
The corners are filled with
tears, laughter and the 
scent of yesterday.

In the end that is all
there is.. pictures in 
the mind and the sound
that time makes in passing.

Bare walls I do not see..
I see the memories that
grab your heart and hold
it fast. Light through the
window dances in the
soul.....the memory of a 
room, and the life that
was lived there.

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Please don't
They are angry
At us for deceiving
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved 
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
I said
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?

When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
I do
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Me too
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall

Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
Leaving behind
The note i never lend to her...


My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling... 

Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz

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Into The Night's Dwelling

into the night's dwelling
things are they way they used to be
only more perfect, 
and even if I lean into the dark hall 
there are stars in my eyes, that keep alive the myth
and we are all there in black and white
tho' my mother's lips are glossy red,
her hair is beautifully coifed, just hours from the beauty shop
she is smiling, wearing an apron, cooking something grand
the table is set with flowers, a tidy house, sofa pillows neatly in their proper place  
my daddy sits on the floor with me, playing Chinese checkers, letting me win
and my brother is throwing a ball in the front yard with his friends
things are more perfect
than how they used to be
as the wind drones an old Cole Porter song
into the night's dwelling
where I keep the dream 
from dying

Inspired by Nette Onclaud's Contest:" Into Night's Dwelling"

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Moving house 1

   Moving house

Breaking news, time- brandished
My auntie moving house
Joining the last of the dots of blandishments

Left dangling by kin far and wide
While she coasted in the east

Gonna cease to be where 
Her great grandpa felled
Trees to make doors for a dwelling, 
Which helplessly  helped the exodus

By Tamravarni
Which is also river like her
And in movement like her intent.

8 jul 13, Freeverse

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

For Skat's Freeverse contest

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Cottage Futures

Dare I dream about a future cottage,
Where I live suits me well,
The beautiful tall trees and walkways,
There is a serene lake nearby,
Where you can view ducks and geese swimming past,
In the morning you can see the mist rise from the lake,
The sounds of nature are everywhere,
This is paradise to me for years,
To be thus blessed and thankful,
Days with nature and the outdoors through the years,
What pleasure and delight, at home with God's nature.
To return home and sit by the cafe window,
Savouring a delicious hot chocolate with cream,
My relatives guesting and sharing this paradise on special days,
God 's miraculous blessings come true,
Thankful appreciation to the Lord our God.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Past Lives In Edinburgh

....believe in past life reincarnation now,
after visiting the cobblestones of Edinburgh.
From the very first moment of arrival,
it felt as if I had always belonged there,
had finally come home again.

An almost indescribable,
brooding calm
settled in my bowels,
centering a spiritual gravity,
erasing all former depravity -
spreading outwards
throughout waiting limbs,
until my thoughts seemed to
culminate into the very center of my mind,
bringing on a clarity like no other.
The closest description
would be a Gothic reawakening.

And when I dipped my feet into the North Sea,
it was as if the ghosts of persecuted witches
were speaking only to me,
prodding, pushing the destiny of Weirding,
telling me to never let go of that most sacred knowledge,
as the whispers turned into a salty wind;
a blustery, 
intimate communication.

Everywhere I went,
whether around Lochs, through emerald glens,
up rocky bluffs covered in thistles and broom,
ghosts followed me like guardian angels,
whispering to me how I had finally come home to them.

Come home for them - for myself

Even the old stone buildings spoke to me
in a secret language of nuance and periphery,
revealing shadows I had once thought to be mystery.
And to think that a place I had never visited before,
could touch with such a strong sense of familiarity.

I felt as if it had always been a home,
felt as if I had lived there for thousands of years;
older than the very cobblestones themselves,
reclaiming the past, piecing together the future.

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A door
Welcoming you to our home
Take off your shoes
Let me take your coat
Your smile brightens our walls

The smell coming from the kitchen
Dances on the air
Can you smell the happy
The warm thoughts
That pour from that room
The gift of time
The heart of our home
Come gather around the island
I'll pour you a glass of wine
We will laugh together
Talk of our yesterdays
Dream about our tomorrows
Have some appetizers
Not too much
A feast awaits

The table is set
Plates glasses carefully set
Candles spreading soft light
Subtle jazz 
Come enjoy 
Let us break bread
Pass the gravy
Be ourselves

Sit back
Loosen your belt
Let out a sigh
Wait there's more
A sweet treat
Child like surprise
You can't believe your eyes
Our gift to you

Come sit in our front room
Enjoy the city lights
Somehow with you here
They seem more bright
Some moments perfect
They feel just right

Memories like this
Make this feel like home
Being with others not alone
For without friends
These are merely walls
That's why we welcome 
Friends one and all

Time to go
The evening done
You our guest and special one
Come back soon our home to share
A hug a smile you know we care

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An Old Dirt Road

I'm walking it once again;
My feet have never been happier,
Being as naked as the day they were born.
Strolling now along the path to my roots;

I reach up and grasp a lonely willow branch,
Oh how it reminds me of when I wasn't.
Of when one just like it waved cheerfully,
In a friendly breeze on this same country lane.

Joy used to await me at the end of its trail;
Warm embraces wafted on the winds on my way there.
The smell of cooling corn bread quickened my pace,
I'd run the last 40 yards to a paradise called home.

Now as I approach the final turn in my childhood road,
I wonder what waits just around a bend I once loved.
Will that house of two centuries still stand there?
If it does the loneliness of everyone gone may kill me.

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved 

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A real nightmare

Waking up from a nightmare suddenly to my surprise 
scanning the room for conscous anwsers back to my nightmare
I thought to myself after a couple minutes pass by I'm out again
this is what's playing in my head there's a family of four
a husband ,wife ,son and daugther the american dream turned
into a nightmare, one day the husband and wife couldn't keep their 
sprak alive so they started cheating and lying to eachother
that was just the start after a few months past by all the 
lies and cheating have finally taken it's toll the husband left work
early to say goodbye to his kids one at a time telling them 
his going away for a little while I love you's were said the husband
went home and unstead of packing he grabbed his father's old rifle 
he called his wife said goodbye then blew his brains all over the 
house those four called a home I wish I could wake up from this 
nightmare but it's a very tragic reality

Richard Tarr 11/27/12

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I'm coming dear,
I'm coming there,
The day has been long,
And for home I so long,
The buzzing of the buses,
The street noises,
Have filled my head,
And my heart is dead,
My joints ache,
My head rotates,
Till it feels,
Like a street football,
But I'm coming dear,
Spray the house,
With your smile,
Tie your joy,
To the door posts,
Smear your embrace,
On it's hinges,
Rain your sweetness,
All through the bedroom space,
I'm coming home dear,
I'm coming,
For your healing touch,
Your tight embrace,
Your warm presence,
....That revives life.

Word Craft

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Looks so good and taste so good-

Marriage is much like going to the grocery store to select your favorite fruit…What may look 
good on the shelf? May have a different taste once consumed at home? As I walked through 
the isles of freshly picked fruits where they all laid on display, each one looking ever so tasty 
to eat, I study each one of them for their ripeness to eat. 

Some green and the next bunch so much greener than the first, some are purple and some 
a mixture of shade of colors. They overload my pupils with their different textures…they all 
look so good to eat? How many should I sample? They all come from around the States and 
some from foreign places I’ve never even been in my whole life. 

As I sample the first one, it explodes inside my mouth and it burst onto my palate with a 
rush of juices that flow down past my taste buds then into the deep inner sanctum of my 
throat. It’s was so delicious I could hardly just eat one…But just like the people in my Church 
I know that security is watching me, but like a kid in a candy store, I can hardly resist but to 
eat just one. 

My belly now somewhat full, from my sampling frenzy…I make my way to the cash register 
and then head home. Once home I rinse them thoroughly and make my way to the comfort 
of my big chair to enjoy my treat…As I bit into the first one, it  floods my mouth and taste 
buds with a mellow, yet somewhat sour taste. I could not believe to my surprise, the next 
one left an ever more bitter taste inside my mouth…For just like the chore of picking a life’s 

What appears to look so good and taste so good in the street may leave you with a bitter 
taste on your mouth, once you take it home, the rest might not taste as good as the first 
piece. Remember that just because you sample pieces of something does not always 
guarantee that the rest of what you took home will be just as sweet as the first one you tried 
in that bunch you sampled. Unlike that bunch of grapes that can throw away? A person is not 
trash-able once taken home to your place. Its bitter taste will now spread its way through 
out your home.

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My Home, My Pond, My Freedom

Away from the world
from the hustle and bustle
making friends with the residents
tucked in
among the cattails and bank of elephant ears
sitting in the dainty, mahogany lean-to
It seems it is just the screen that prevents me from sharing their world
a world where they can all live freely
but I too have all I need
hidden down here
everything is teeming with the excitement of life
yet so calm at the same time
the bullfrogs croak and splash around
the dragonflies come up to hum a hello from outside the screen
trying to tempt me to cross to the other side
of the barrier
even the giant elusive ones
which can usually be found seeking refuge in the tall weeds surrounding 
the water
attempt to lure me out
but I remain glued
against my comrades wishes
to the green adirondack chair in which I reside
I continue to watch as little water bugs bound across the surface
leaving miniscule ripples in their wakes
I sit and observe as the tabby leaps around
disturbing this peaceful moment
but I let her enjoy her adventure
released from my trance and emerging from behind the screen
only when the sun begins to fade
the time to build a fire under the stars
and to dance
to twirl around with the lightning bugs to the tune of the tree frogs 
I could stay here forever in my favorite hideaway
down by my pond in Long Lake
where I am free
free to think and catch my breath
to relax and enjoy the little things that make me smile
without the usual interruption of real life
The willow sways
and puts me at ease
as I admire my freedom once more

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Time is Precious

Time is precious.
Not much time; before . . .

I leav home . . .  and . . . 

I'm out on my own.

My life has flown by my big open eyes.
Only two years before . . .

I leav home . . . and . . .

I'm out on my own.

Time is precious.
Don't take it for granted; because . . . 
Before you know it . . . 

                    You're all alone.
                            Away from home.

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I'm floating 
In the darkness of space
I'm drifting
Away from the place
I spent all my lifetime
Only connected by
My lifeline 

There's a lifeline
Across space and time
Everything that is mine
All the people in my past
All the people holding me fast
Reaching to the end of time 
My lifeline 

I'm slowly 
Drifting off into space
I'm longing 
For the rain on my face 
Back in the place I call my home
Back with the people I've always known 

There's a lifeline
Across space and time
Everything that is mine
All the people in my past
All the people holding me fast
Reaching to the end of time 
My lifeline

I look back
At the place I came from
I wonder 
If it will always be home 
Or if I will find a place in the stars
Even though they seem so far

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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

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the nest

towers creep over 
the morning sky 
I can’t feel the sun 
just want to fly 
my bearing is tilted 
nowhere to take off 
life was easier when 
I was asleep 
where it is safe 
the nest is crumbling 
nothing to hold on to 
it would be ok to stay 
but momma has not 
returned, and I am hungry 
if I just spread my wings? 
but it don’t feel right 
spread my wings 
and take flight? 
I want the warmth of 
her nestled against me 
close my eyes and be free 
spread my wings to 
the sun I can fly 
don’t want to step out 
close my eyes for here 
is where I will die 
and dream of the 
freedom to fly

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The Home

The home is there where
the windows are trees of lake.
The gardens fuse with horizons
and you're a Queen without a kingdom.
A breath - the morning dew
before the sun has shone,
before the Eye of night.
How do they call you?
Your name is lost
in dusty roads.
I shouldn't give you other name
or other sense.
I won't sprinkle water above you
and I have no shirt.
My talk to River stays,
a candle lit...

And this home is a stone, a color and manna.

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a home called earth

it's green, blue and charming
i can feel the warm, moist of the ground
i was born here 'till the day when i die
a home called earth

the air that we breathe
the sun which brings life
the ground where the trees grow
the sea where we can feel the wave 

all are magical
all are beautiful
all are natural
all are gifts from heaven above

but we are too greedy
we build, we destroy, we consume the earth
with no regret with no satisfaction
in our home called earth

we don't remember when the rainy season should come
we never felt the sun shines too bright today
maybe we have lost our way
how can we destroy our home

we may look different and talk different
but you are my brother, my sister, my family
let us share more love to this earth 
a home called earth

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One Wish of a Refugee

We were free and safe
Facing the challenges of life
In much more desirable manner
We were at least happy
For the peace we were enjoying
On our land of birth; our homeland
We never anticipated this at all
That war would tear us apart
And leave us miserable this way
We witnessed so powerlessly
Our brothers and sisters brutalized
Our homes and properties burnt
And then followed our displacement
We have hopes but in despair
We cried peace but in bloodshed
That oh, we’d better seek refuge
We run for our dear lives
Hunting for safety across the borders
Our dreams seems direly shattered
As we saw our children butchered
While there was nothing we could do

What is happening?
A little girl asked the mother
Our lives are in danger,
Answered the victimized mother
Where are we going then?
Another child asked the father
We are running to seek for safety
Answered the desperate father
What about our homes?
And what about our homeland?
An elder boy thought deep within
Where is the collective security?
That guarantees our safety and surety?
Why are they killing our people?
Why all these humiliations and brutalities?
So who is the cause and to be blamed then?
We must not accept this indictment
We must have a far fairer dream
And we must wake to the challenge
We can’t afford this victimization
Just one wish do I wish to accomplish
Yes! To return home blessed day

The guns kept rattling
The soldiers kept battling
My people kept dying
As the bombs kept flying
We have lost everything
Except for some few lives
So who gains from these pains?
And who deserve the blames?
Thanks to the international community
For their supports and sympathy
Now that our hopes seems lost
All we are praying for is total calm
So we can sail free and safe in the storm
We want prevailing peace to reign
To clamp down the war campaign
That we may return home; our wish
And put together every piece in peace
The time is right; the light is bright
We shall realize our beautiful dreams
And we shall accomplish our wishes
Yes! We shall accomplish this one wish
To return home one blessed morning

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soul dance

spinning round and round till i fly up
and hit ground
turning into sea
pleasing me
i grab the bass fish gliding past
i dive into the eyes of the brown green scales
head first never fails
in the soul of the beast i sit 
my locks float around the fish shell
his hearts beat started to move me
onto my feet
bend my knees
shake my hips
rattle my brain
clap my hands
the soul of the fish is where i spend the rest of my plans

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The Family Home

I live in a house
built of bricks,
not in the city,
out in the sticks.
It's not the best
but it will do.
Wild front garden
and back one too.
Needs a little love and care,
The living room carpet
is thread bare.
Lots of hard work
all around
but the foundations
are quite sound.
It's just right for me and mine.
Living here 
we've done just fine.
Away from the pollution
of the city,
forfeiting the shops,
a bit of a pity.
I left the city 
years ago,
so as my family
could peacefully grow.
I'm glad I moved
from the city
to here.
It's less dangerous,
little to fear.
We've had it good
and we've 
had it bad
but we're mostly happy
and rarely sad.

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The words you force 
The words you yell
The words you fictitiously pronounce
Now becomes you, becomes your energy.
Your energy flow is not lucid anymore. Was it ever?
Your demand for a delusional lie to become reality shames you. 
These words you force on me have backfired. 
I see the colours you wear,
I must now forgive you
The damage has been done. To yourself.

Copyright © Christina Clark

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Homeward Bound

I've beaded on the surface
of this empty little town.
Dug in my heels
refused to soak in deep.
Skin deep I reside
afraid to fall asleep.
Fear is in the blinking
watching the façade glow
It goes away 
and the real is what stays.
Nothing is for me here-
It twinkles and it dies.
The headlights pass
and I know they didn't see me.
Clean cut getaway
back to my roots
Where I can relax into the pavement
Where I can ease into myself
and know all the lines and cracks-
the crevices that are hidden
from the view of the masses
and yet are so apparent to me.
This is where I am free
This is where I am home

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It's Time for a Vacation-w

It doesn't matter where we go
as long as we're together.
Surrounded by kids and grandkids
Laptop replaced by the kids.
Going to the land of the Maple trees
To refresh and revive the earlier visits 
Of Niagara, the Antiope of Canada
To see the migrating birds in Pelee island
Humming with cicadas in the summer.

To have the birds’ eye view from CN Tower
The 2nd highest observation deck in the world
A treat to see the mist across Lake Ontario
From the renowned Niagara Falls.
Watching men navigate their way
Across the glass floor and on nice days
When the roof is open on the Rogers center
Watching League Ball game hundreds of meters below.

And never to be missed Toronto’s Royal Ontario Museum
A major point of architectural interest in the city,
One of the largest museums in North America.
And how one can miss The Eaton center
The massive Mall, a home to over 200 stores
As the evening draws by, a-must for a visitor
The Distillery District, center for the city’s theatre
The area boasting many performance venues
And the official home of many theatre companies.
One can wander freely through pedestrian-only streets
Exploring the art studios and gallery spaces
Till the late hours of the night, before going to sleep.

Travelling for me is not just seeing the new
But the places you can see anytime shutting your eyes.

Dr. Ram Mehta

7th place win
Contest: It’s Time For a Vacation sponsored by Carol Brown

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Bring Them Home

On January of 2007, the people gathered. Bring them home - that is what their signs read, as the people went out to protest. bring them home was the people's cry. All over the Country, it was being heard. Too many soidiers have already died. Our soddiers are fighting a useless WAR. The prices in gas didn't get better. But our soldiers blood was everywhere scattered. Young men and women went out there to fight. they loved their Country - there is no doubt. It has been years and what have we gained, just thousands of soldiers that have lost their lives. it's like they were just sent to meet their deaths. Bring them home - that's what I say. Our children weren't born to die in vain. The Oil Barons should't have no say...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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The Lord's Peace

The chaos is shedding
Of happiness is floating
The madness..chaos is concealing
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls

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The Bird that is Loved and Loathed

It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why? 

It burned and it stung.
The markings remained, 
returned, and were relived
Looking, loving, and little 
known loathing were the known 
ways of living.
Never was their pity for the 
child that cried
Never was their relief for the 
child that tried

You were that lovely bird that 
understood the complications of 
Nothing looked the same in 
those dewy browns of yours.
My everbeating would cry tears 
of joy.
The others-they were yet to 
Caring Mother, o' so fair
 You were that beautiful bird 
filled with care.

The others came and were not 
alone. Their two suitors sat on 
the throne.
Rampage and rage why did you 
I began to wither and wither 
slumping along. So very soon I-
the child of fines- became a 
human raceme. 
The droops of the Lily of the 
Valley became the slumping of 
my heart.
My lovely bird the enemy had 
taken you and the person you 
were is far from near.
For that divine nature left its 
intricate self and you became 
irretrievable my big bird.
All of your fairness died.
With that went my pride.
Mother, Mother what moved 
you so? 
Your intense spirt vanished only 
to supplement a monster. 
Mother, Monster and your tar 
filled lungs. 
How did I kill that liver that was 
so, so strong?
The lesson of pain was one you 
came to learn.
My darling bird why did you 
My lovely bird and your big 
brown eyes
I'll tell you once, but never 
Pain is only a flower for it 
blooms and dies
And a mistake can be killed as 
quickly as lice.
 You dear bird hurt me well. 
Though, haven't you heard?
Weakness is a souls greatest 
You brought me up, then you 
brought me down.
You haved helped, hurt, and 
hindered my blazing spirit.
A hero in my heart-I left you 
down in your deep black 
Escaping those terrible nights
To go for the town of delights. 

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Three Carol Brown

Carol Brown
Today you are crown
Our Queen you are now a figure Renown
Don’t bother about their gossip just leave them alone
If the baby bird leaves his home and fly away because he feels it’s grown
Tell it to remember that; what goes around come aroun’
 And it remain people’s mockery, a clown
If your shoe color is brown
Don’t give a damn
Carol Brown
Don’t give a damn
If your shoe color is brown
And it remain people’s mockery, a clown
Tell it to remember that; what goes around come aroun’
If the baby bird leaves his home and fly away because he feels it’s grown
Don’t bother about their gossip just leave them alone
Our Queen you are now a figure Renown
Today you are crown
Carol Brown

N.B. Read this poem non-stop and enjoy it.  Dedicated to Carol Brown, I feel she is a rare gem Poetic and passionate. What shape is the poem?

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Once Upon A Christmas

I stand at the window and watch the snow fall 
It's been two hours since Billy left 
The wind has built, a blizzard set in 
And I can't put my mind at rest. 

The snow has drifted blocking the road he took 
But he knows his job, the cattle must be watered and fed 
And hay for the baby calves to bed. 
"I'll be all right," he said. 

There is no school it is Christmas vacation 
The radio predicted conditions to worsen. 
With his family save and warm 
He then sets about caring for those out in the storm. 

TV and presents keep the children entertained 
While I my hair do pull. 
Dinner is ready and still Billys not home 
And with questions like "When's daddy coming home? 
And "Can I go out and play in the snow?" 

It is hard for them to understand 
It isn't just a snow fall, the danger is far to grave 
Wander to far and they could be lost 
And in turn perhaps lose their lives. 

Two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock came 
Finally Billy comes through the door 
Wet, exhausted and frozen to the bone 
He removed his outer garments and collapsed on the chair. 

As he ate the children came 
Excited to have daddy home 
Satisfied he was safe and sound 
They went back to their TV and games. 

Chore time came and the blizzard ruled 
I offered to do my share 
He smiled and said, "Everything's fine. 
Just the cow to milk and the pigs to feed 
And I'll be right back inside. " 

I put on my coat took shovel in hand 
And worked at clearing the path. 
In an hour it would be covered again 
But I needed to have some fresh air. 

All were in bed, the Christmas tree bright 
The Nativity set caught my eye 
Tenderly I picked up the manger, bow my head and say 
"Thank You Baby Jesus and Happy Birthday."

                                                                Cile Beer

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African cup of nations

Planet Earth stands still.
Africa reckons as Ghana beckons.
A bloodless war in Africa.
Brothers at home and in Diaspora,
Uniting to defend their fatherland.
On the verge of repeating and re-writing history.
The bell is tolled and the die cast.
Fans roll out drums with funfare.
Rivals green with envy,grudges and jealousy.
Many contract nationalism and patriotism epidemics.
I peep into my crystal ball,
To know whom claims the trophy.
My predictions seem obscure.
Because no one has monopoly of skills,
And no one is completely bereft of wills.
All galaxies parade their dazzling stars.
But not all that glitters are gold.
Soccer beauty is skin deep.
Because the hood does not make the monk.
The mighty may fall due to over confidence.
And the under dogs may rise due to over efforts.
Only time will crack this nutshell.
To unveil the folks with the greatest strokes.
Winners will smile home in victory.
And loosers likewise in jittery.

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There once was a house

There once was a house. It seemed just like so many, rich only in spirit. It stood on the border of peace and disorder, torn between the city and deep tranquility of a nearby river. Beautiful only within, all spaces together did sing a song of inspiration. Kind thoughts spread like fruit flies, combined all open minds, of those who gave it one more chance by calling it their home.

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Where the heart is

 Home is always where the heart is
No matter how far you roam
Its where loves abiding joy is
There's no place like home

Home is where you learn to share and care
And cherish those  that are dear
Where manners and respect are sown
There's no place like home

Home is where you laughed and cried
As your first bike you learnt to ride
Where you fell, the scars are shown
There's no place like home

Home is where we go
When this earth we depart
And stand before the heavenly throne
Singing praise forevermore
There's no place like home

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Home Again

~ For now, I will cherish the vision I own while, half drowsy with sleep, by the light of the moon With my dreams nestled close, at the foot of my bed I am wrapped in the rapture, by the song of the doves I can hear mother humming, as the evening grows long While my dad stokes the fire, with pine-scented logs. Distant echoes , can be heard of a house, in the dark Sparkling embers of light, that are scattered with love Last night found a dream that has taken me home to a time long ago that would someday be gone ~
___________________________________________ 1/25/15 For Skat's Contest: Home Sweet Home

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Home of Happiness

Be it a hut of bamboo and palm frond roof
maybe a hut made of straw and mud,
or a stone dwelling with unglazed windows.

It is not what a home is made of that counts
but about what resides inside.
A spirit of happiness is what
truly makes a house a home.

written 01/26/2015

contest: Home Sweet Home

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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 


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The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I

Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.

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This Is My House

That is my house 
So sweet so lovely
Very old but every
Looks new jolly
After long tiring
Its gives me a
sensation of
Cool lovely garden
Among my loving
And smiling
intimately hugging
My sweet wife
A mate of my every

That is my house 
So caring and so
To attract me from
Into its safe care
A place where
I sit into deep
With the Lord of my
Blessing me with His
Of heavenly cheer

This is my house
Which I erected
Brick by brick
Layer by layer
And watched it
taking shape
Year by year
Like my own children
Who perhaps will
never know
Through how much
We two had to go 
To give them a
Full of safety and
Yet we feel a
That its every
Tells a silent story
Of our true

This is my house
Which will tell our
Of love and
To our coming
When we would be no
But our souls will
Here to watch our
Living happily
As a family
At our portraits

Note: This poem has
been selected by the
Lost Tower
         To be
published in their
book 'Eastern

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The Box

Sentences dripping with meaning, we sit,
                Foetal in a blissfully repetitive equation,
Extinguished stumps of trees taking brief roots
                        On a plastic surface a meteor’s distance above;
A flood of harmony resumes under the clinical glow of misspent youth.

Condensation condescends from dull walls
                Saturated with dim impressionable images,
Ideas shaped to a teardrop’s curve leaking
                        From cloud-like minds to dry tongues in a leaden cavalcade;
Thus everything means anything insightful anymore.

We ascend in drowsy downpour of precise procedure,
                    Ending this sodden epoch for the molten notes
                                And clean ceiling-clung starlight of a place beyond The Box.

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Christmas Cometh

Christmas Cometh
by Ingrid Showalter Swift 

Through a wind that never stops blowing
the house holds fast to the light
flickering candles in each window
hope calling out over a canvas of landscape base painted 
in solid white

Auburn gold shadows creep along the horizon
where morning and night crest like waves upon each other
frothing sudden color in thier blending fight

Ruby red undertones flame up across the frost filled clouds 
then die away slowly to golds and then ice gray 
and then moonless white 

in the lights of a passing car... flakes ignite..dazzle and die away again

an owl ...its bright black eyes
against round white face 
calls out 

swoops down across the vast field
its feathers struck out white  
like white flames held aloft..........or flashing silver polished metal 
against black forest and gray sky...
the now darkening of night

and I am reminded of a book from my childhood
that read...
"Who.... who... who ....are you?"

The candles flicker on dainty dancers of hope
leaping and falling and leaping again...
so like myself...I have to wonder...
do they never learn? do they never give up?

Turning from the window I smile at all the richness of the bright within
the colors of red and green...
the sparkle of packages and bows not yet even wrapped 
but that will lie beneath my tree in time
the crackle of a wood fire...the smells of pine bows and of things I have collected 
to celebrate these days

and I am merry my soul 
ever hopeful ever believing...ever true
ever listening ......

for your key hit 

hoping it will still come someday...
if I am lucky...perhaps before Christmas has grown cold 
in the hearth and heart once more

the owl calls out again

"Who who ......who are you?"

and I know who I am 
I am a woman who loves a man
and for him I keep on the light
and ration like gold 
the oil

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When tension grips and the head reels
In its ever accelerated twirl
When two rays dangle from two flayed poles,
And the dumb loss of a moment’s truth
Looks so conspicuous and an eminently
Forgettable lapse of an inoffensive world
When the gentle genre to which the slamming 
Of an ever open door in the face of 
The rare perspicacity and purpose shown
By a soul, a land and a generation belongs
Looks so commonplace; when the benign
Visitor’s countenance does indeed despair
And crave a black visor above the originality
Of its expansiveness and the staggering degradation 
Of its vitality; I have this great ache’s abundance
Stirring in my cupped palms, held out in supplication,
Till it rests, for an ever lasting understanding
Ever in the vision, ever into its aftermath.
And when an hour’s trial and a moment’s  judgement
Bide time in the halls of eternity
I get this call upon me to my concept’s elucidation
And this urge to its sound espousal
But in a brief and breathless pass upon a syllable
When I catch the trail left of a wayward home coming
I find eunuchs elucidating emancipation’s final flowering
In its lone path of glory.
And for once I lose my heart, I lose my sensibilities
The stupendous reversal of a progression of faith
Finally does catch up with me
Annulling this reckless gambler’s momentary wins
But who is now going to pay up its hefty price
And take home the horrid truth.

By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair
17 May 12
For: Elliott Bowe's" Drunken pen"

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Isabel, the southern sea
Was kind to me, was motherly
Like home and cotton sheets

She had a still way about her
 With tiny tumbling waves 
Like Kiari’s dream, a reverie
She settled into me

Like a full stomach 
And well- deep dark eyes
She sent me to my knees
She makes me shy
She makes me weak
Her sun has got a hold on me 
cast out over the sea
And now that sun has captured  me
My illaudable life
Shaking like a leaf
At the thought
That this could be

For me

Adjuntas, trees, Boriquen coquis
dons my dirty life in robes
Restores my golden crown
And there, the air,
Could mend the tear 
My inner shredding
My broken ground

What have I found?
Puerto Rico, Isabel
What have you for me now?

Oh Beauty, move me
Lift me like a stain
Give me a piece of your name
To carry you and love you as I can
Find me running, 
Find your name in my heart
Isabel’s son, my sun
Sigue, Sigue, corro por ti!
There’s nowhere I’d rather be
Than at your feet.
The southern sea, the beach

Make a home for me….

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The Chapter

Let me write one chapter of my life
A chapter that is free from brokeness
One word built upon another 
That foundation word is agape love

Pity that some of the foundations laid remain
Amiss because the most important stone
A foundation stone from above was absent
That rock, brick, or cement block weakened

Nothing solid to hold it together just pile of stones
That is shaky or brick with no morter _ready to crumble
First little tremor or heavy rain and the rock moves
One and then another soon the safety net of home gone

Let the final chapter read the foundation repaired
The home saved looks better today than at anytime
Freshly painted, floors repaired, comes with all modern
Appliances, looks better than when it was built eons ago

(Used some metaphoric language with irregular meter)

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Everyone's Prayer

Let us all join hands and pray for eachother today. Some of us are sick. Some of us have problems. Some of us are married. Some of us are not. But we all go through rough times in this life. Today we will get together and bowe our heads before God. We thank you God for the blessings you have given us, which are plenty. We thank you too for the problems we have. they make us come and seek you. Sometimes Disasters happen and we wonder why? If they happen somewhere else, we think that we are safe. But when they happen close to home - we don't know where to turn. Give us the wisdom, give us the courage we need, to help our sisters and brothers. We ask you God to have mercy on the soldiers at war. Have mercy on the people in the hospitals, the ones that are bedridden at home. Have mercy on the children that are being asused everyday, every where, on the homeless person that doesn't have a home or something to eat. Have mercy on the people in jail and the ones in prison too. Please Jesus help us, not to judge others so we too won't be judged. Help us to be merciful of one another. Help us to be a better person - then what we were yesterday Amen...
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo. Comments: I just felt like saying a prayer for all of us today. May God fill your life with blessings.

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Count First -- Three Lines Ae Fine contest

Count First

So you're too cool to finish up high school.
consider that no one will hire a fool.
Count first.

You might be fine with selling fries and burgers.
Take some classes, sell some bigger orders.
Count first.

Before you cut along the penciled line,
Get out your ruler, measure one more time--
Count first.

Before you cook your specialty times three
Make an ingredients inventory.
Count first.

You won't impress that pretty girl so fine
If you can't pay the bill for wine and dine.
Count first.

Before you finally pop the question,
Give her an honest evaluation.
Count first.

If you want a newly-wed apartment,
Think smaller--there is a big down payment.
Count first.

You covet a car with high performance.
Can you even afford car insurance?
Count first

Before buying a new high-tech gadget,
Is there enough in the household budget?
Count first.

When maneuvers are in the planning stage,
Before you commit to a shell barrage.
Count first.

Before overdoing your Santa Clause,
Can you pay the rent?  Read the fine print clause..
Count first.

Before you walk up to the Pearly Gates,
What's on your conscience--ask before too late.
Count first.

Mark Halliday 17 May 2014
Dixdeux O

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Shine Bright Tonight

another night I run to you
only for a kiss
and within a whisk, 
you're off 
into the land you want to be in 
I have come home 
to see you leave 
and then I'm left 
here daydreaming
when you say you'll come back 
but you never do
until my eyes 
have already turned blue 
until I can no longer want to think 
you'll be back in time 
for you to see
the light on my face 
when you make me smile
someone has been gone 
for quite a while 
and you tell me to wait 
and wait I do 
until I can no longer want 
to wait for you
oh, if I could stay out 
I'd dream all day 
of things I want to do
but work keeps me this way
and you can dream all you want 
because I've given that to you
but now I want my turn
yet I'm still turning blue 
I keep hearing you say 
great things are coming now
but all I see 
is my bank empty
and me, working 
struggling to buy shoes 
when you 
shine with all your gold 
you buy for yourself 
as I resist from buying pants 
I might want but don't need 
you shine some more 
and I become lonely. 
Oh shine bright tonight, 
wherever you are 
I've begun to not care 
how you'll be a star
because I need to let myself go too
and all I see are diamonds 
shining bright on you. 
maybe if I could do what you do 
I'd shine like a star 
I'd shine just like you.

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Desert Prints

Running fast, running strong
Now I’m
Walking hard, walking long
Seems like
That I’ve been going in this place
But it’s never
That my memory’s erased
With thoughts of you
These desert prints 
Are holding strong to you

Trying now to make my way
Now I’m
Taking time with no delay
Seems like I’m
In the dry heat of the sun
But it’s never
That I’ll ever come undone
Because it’s true
These thoughts, the prints
They bring me home to you

My desert rose
My cactus flower
Though I am weak
You give me power
You are my water
In this arid land
I will make it there
And beat the sand 
Because it’s true
These thoughts, the prints
They bring me home to you

These desert prints
Will be my guide to you

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Murphy's Law

Today’s’ another day unlike yesterday I am told.
But each one is unique in the troubles that it holds.
To solve all my problems I call on all those good old Patron Saints.
The Catholic Church has Patron Saints I can pray to for everything.

As I get up each morning I pray to St. Martha the protector of housewives.
I need St. Christopher while going to the door, to safely find my way.
Then St. Camilla is handy if I trip and fall getting there, needing aide.
And when I write my poems its St. Cecelia to whom for words I pray.
As my children leave for school its St. Pancras to get them there and home safe.
And when they give me a headache I ask St. Dennis to make it go away.
I pray to St Ambrose as my learned children bring report cards home from school.
And as my children’s music gets loud its St. Cecelia I beg to change it into 
something good.
When in trouble my kids like St. Gerard since they were falsely accused.
And with any time out, I send St. Hippolytus to guard their prison room.
Each month as I pay the rent it’s to St. Margaret I look… so as not to be homeless 
And when I face my crazy neighbor… its St. Eustace to calm me down, it’s true.
When the dogs misbehave… I ask St. Roch to stop them just once more.
And when I’ve had a bad day its St Dymphna I ask… why I shouldn’t run away.

I’m not Catholic but I like to hedge my bets you see…
I wouldn’t need any of these saints if just one wasn’t my best friend…  truly.
St. Murphy from Murphy’s Law sits upon my shoulder each and every day.
He keeps telling me not to worry… if it can go wrong it will go wrong any way.
He’s my Patron Saint who loves me intensely… most of all!
And I can see why the Catholic Church won’t claim him… no… not at all.


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The precious home

My home is where I am truly free
My home has the precious family

My home is a simple vinyl structure with large oaks and flowering beds.
Shady lawn to play and work.
My evenings to enjoy. My home would not be a home without the spice of life,
my loves, my family.
Thanks be to the One who created the world and made the way of salvation. He
gave the precious family.

My home is a haven for bluebirds and nature.
My home is peaceful, I can assure!

**For the Applaud contest by Rick Parise

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Ode to Denmark

Sea waves Sea winds Sea fragrances All forwarded in the valleys and the hills in the bending of the corn and the trees in the flavors of the country between two seas in the sprawling farmlands and magical meadows When I breathe its salty air I hear its intense silence I am surrounded by its sensuous atmosphere I am blessed with a rainbow embracing the grounds enveloping me Then being-home-sensations mark another gracious spacious timeless gem © Ellie Daphne

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Hold On To Your Hats

I started out the day
Pacing the floors
I couldn't believe it , 
Three week ends in a row

I fed the squirrels and birds
Then grabbed my purse and coat
Headed for the garage
And in the van I got

Oh shoot! It says I need gas
I won't be deterred
I'll stop at the station 
Then it's down the road for me

I've only got 2 hours and 15 minutes
To get to the movie I choose
Can I possibly make it
If I stop for Chinese food?

Which route do I take
Haysville or Clearwater
Think I'll go through Haysville
To see if that old horse is still alive.

Yes, there he is "Poor Old Thing"
And I think I've got back problems
If my back was that sway back
I'd need to push a wheelbarrow to keep my belly in tact.

It's 11:00 o'clock now
And I'm three quarters there
The Chinese place 
Is just over there..

If I can eat in 30 minutes
I'll be able to make it
I can take the outer roads
To avoid some of the traffic.

I made it to the movie
And had no sooner sat
When someone sat down beside me
And on my shoulder tapped.

Sitting there beside me
Was grand daughter number 4
She was home from college
And just had to explore.

We did enjoy the movie
As the people followed clues
From the President's Book
To find the city of gold.

As we departed
They followed me to my car
Just to make sure I made it that far..

I sat and read my Christmas Cards
To let the traffic slack
Trying to decide
Which trail home I'd take.

Finally settling on the route
It'd be through Derby town
It was important for you see
This was the closest McDonald and my ice tea.

I arrived home without any fuss
Now Mother Nature I am set
For the new confinement you impose
Of some more Ice and snow.

I know this poem
Seems rather crude
But you see 
That happens to be my mood.

Foot Note:  Mother Nature got her way. Saturday we had a howling  blizzard most 
of the day.  And it ended with a beautiful red sunset.  No Church today and  they 
talk like more snow and rain for the next  five days.  And then more for next 
weekend.  That will be 4 weekends in a row.  We call it Kansas weather. And you 
wonder why my moody poem.

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Only Seven Years Old

Only seven years old living in a new place
No one at home just have to come in all alone
Eat all alone no one here
Only seven years old but have to get homework
Because the teacher willl be angry 
Punishment is to stay in at recess
Only seven years old home so cold
Can't build a fire because no one there
Sad but don't know how to express the pain
Only seven years old worried will anyone come home
Pain of loneliness penetrates the walls and the heart..
Only seven years old too much for a child so young
Only seven years old
Empty, lonely, desolate at only seven years old

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Eyes closed tight

I’ve walked the roads with eyes closed tight
On summers days and winters nights
Never a car nor a van saw I
Just me, the road and the cloudy sky

My knees were bare and my face was too 
Braced to meet what the weather threw
At my frail form as it made its way
From home to school and back each day

Three miles to school my legs would ply
Bag on my back tear in my eye
From biting wind and driving rain
And ill fitting shoes causing me much pain

In class at last I start to thaw
As the teacher with the chalk did draw
The questions on the board of black
She’d shout at us if we dared to slack

The bell has gone and it’s home time
I run out past the village sign
Turn right and up the old mill path
Which cuts my journey time in half

Past fields where corn and barley grew
Not yet turning their golden hue
But standing now quite strong and tall
Hiding the Corncrake, but not her call

For years my legs would carry me
From breakfast plate to Geography
From Latin to the river Bann
Then up the hill to home I ran

How lucky I was I realise now
To see the birds the sheep the cow
And share with them the air and rain
Such freedom will we ever see again

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You came into my life You were vulnerable I can tell One shout leads you under the table Shaking like an abuse child. Tori Toto I brought you to my care So happy to give me company Now, I can see the difference! Your ears stand up like a leaf So funny and so delightful Now you turn around dancing Like you have won a mega million dollars! Tori Toto Never will you find another home again My home is your home.
Note: Tori Toto is a terrier dog. She looks exactly like TOTO in the Wizard’s of OZ movie.

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(Journey to the East – Youth Service at Enugu State)

On a Friday night, July 1, 2009
I found myself at Onitsha, home for all as it is called
The eastern economic backbone and business centre of the Igbo people
Accommodating the good, the bad, the poor and the wealthy
A colleague to Lagos of the Yoruba people in the West
Unlike Asaba, its closest brother it’s always busy,
With busy people during their business in the busy way
As late as it was, it seemed to be the breaking of a new day
If works were to be equivalent to wealth
The world wealthiest people should have emerged from Onitsha
Suddenly, the crowd seemed to disappear into a thin air
Everyone moved as if they were late for an occasion
Diminishing like little water pour in a very hot pan
So fast like a speeding car passing a little boy
I wondered how the "fat crowd" of people could be swallowed up by that "thin city" in a twinkle of an eye
Standing by me was a man that seemed not to be in a hurry
I had to ask him, “where is everybody hurrying to?”
“They run for the safety of their lives and properties”, he replied with a baritone voice
That got the floor vibrating as if a tremor as just taken place
As he turned to look at my face, he continued “Ina, this is Onitsha, home for all. No man trusts another”
At those words, it occurred to me that I have not gotten to my destination
But it was late to continue my journey
And since I was then aware I was in a land where no man should trust another
The only place I could go was a nearby church
The best choice of a place to pass the night for a pilgrim like me.

© 2009 

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was it officer louis or officer paquette of the edmonton police department?

just got out of the mental institute for like the seventh time
was sent there because i allowed someone to move into my home
who wouldn't leave
and he called the crisis team and i got sent away
it was in there they told me i had hiv
not sure if thats even true doctor morin

its not my fault mr salter that jason's mom was brutally murdered
i didn't mind leaving that time cause i had bed bugs again
and my landlord was harassing me everyday

anyway i moved to a new place downtown edmonton
met some people i thought were my friends
but i guess thats what they do
they pretend to want to know you
set up shop in your house
next thing you know
you are calling 222 tips
the police
the news and the radio
about the situation that is happening at your house

special k they called him
and some black guy named J

i was like thats ironic since my previous friends were
angel, noah, and a man with a nickname satan

anyway nothing came of calling all those people
until i got home from christmas, my grandma on her deathbed
just after her funeral two cops came up to me as i was leaving my apartment
pointed at my window asking if i was leaving from there
i said yeah its my apartment thinking good
i'm gonna get justice

made me open my apartment
threw me into my chair
and asked me
if id like a broken finger or a broken rib
i said neither
he repeated i said neither
he asked if i had a key to my aprtment i said yes
he said where is it
i said my pocket
he said get it
i reached into my pocket
and he broke my nose

i thought to myself what a way to bring in the new year
which is what he said he had come to do
considering i had just tried to comit suicide on my birthday
to come home and be congratulated for it by calvin
end up at my grandmas funeral

they wouldn't leave until i had cleaned up my blood
i called internal affairs
but apparently in this country in the same province in the next city you can't get an 
investigation done

I hope one day i bump into you again
you wont recognise me war pig
i'll walk behind you nonchalantly
the last thing you will feel is a hand on your shoulder
and cold steel running across your neck

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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 

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Good bye Horrible 2009

Good bye 2009

  How horrible you are!

 You did a lot in my life.

Thanks and goodbye to you 2009

Sorrows and hardships I have faced in your rule

Good bye 2009

My heaven2010 is fastly coming to embrace me

There many pleasures are waiting for me

Go out of my vision 2009

I want  to forget your bitter rewards

She is coming as an angel  with fortunes

to  cheer up me  always

I want to wash my home in your last day

To throw away all my pains and humiliations from my home

I have to fill my home  with love and peace

Enough 2009

I find no time to talk

She is coming there

I will have to invite her  to my home

Bye 2009  Bye Bye

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A Home - Contest

 A house is a Home with a capital H it is where love reigns supreme

Where being together
Is more important  than housework
Where a visit to the park
Comes before a duster and polish.
A home is four walls
Vibrating with laughter
Where your children learn
To love each other
Where parents or a single parent
Teaches love and respect
When they have children
They carry the tradition forward
Being kind, showing good manners
towards old and young alike
A home is where you run to
When the daily drag sucks you in
Where problems can be resolved without rows

Home is a house with Soul

Penned 20/5/2013

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Keep your Head held High

I see you walking through the halls at school
You used to look so put together
but now, not so much
I've heard rumors
and nasty words,
but I don't really pay attention
I only know you now have a baby boy
and I know you're proud of him
You are not ashamed.
For a while you weren't around
You had to be at home taking care of Baby
Your boyfriend is still loyal
So many these days aren't.
You're one of the lucky ones
Your parents didn't disown you
they may be disappointed
but they still love you.
You must be tired, staying up all night,
taking care of Baby.
It must be hard
dealing with the stares from your peers
I know I couldn't do it.
I'm not that strong.
You have to keep holding on
and make a good home for Baby
Maybe Baby will make you proud
and you won't regret this one day.
You're not the only one
You're one of millions
Don't listen to the harsh words.
Stay strong gorgeous,
Because everyone's just waiting
to see you fall apart.

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That's Where The Lord Lives

I walk outside to see all that I can see.
Over there is our house, our home,
In the distance, you can see.
And that place of hallowed happiness
Forever has been our home
And forever will be so evermore.
That house is small but raised us tall,
From the perfect parents who loved us so
To the perfect sister for which every man would want.
The house built us all up strong.
More than a mere building,
It is a place to love and be loved,
A place that hands you hope that you give right back, 
And a place of everlasting faith.
This home is where my parents taught me about God
And opened me up to Jesus.
They opened the eyes of the blind for all to see,
And the blind included me.
They taught me to be the best I can be;
The best things in life are free.
They have taught us so well,
And they all have saved my soul.
Even if I am not there now,
I carry Him with me.
I carry them with me.
I carry Their values and Their teachings with me.
In this house, this home,
We reside.
We cannot forget this.
This is where my Mother lives.
This is where my Father lives.
This is where my Sister lives.
This is where We live,
In this loving, caring, beautiful home
They made just for us.
We cannot forget this either.
This is where it all began. 
This is where the hunger and thirst was created;
This is where we are fulfilled.
We cannot, we must not forget this:
This is where God lives.
This is where Jesus lives.
This is where The Lord lives;
The Father and The Almighty.
This is where We live;
This is where We reside.
We must not forget this.
We must not forget this:
What a beautiful and perfect life this is.

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Lonesome island goer

I feel at home
on the island hopper
I am not alone
yet on my own

walking coast to coast
from the sea towards the sea
stepping across the land 
so small and still a perfect host

climbing  dunes
catching the wind
descending dunes
hiding for  the storm
the air blows her tunes

I sense lifelines
going beyond horizons
I imagine songs
from abroad
I fantasize dreams
for the future
ubiquitous sand
rubs and defines

I am on my own
on a crowded beach
I am on my way
between  scattered houses
I go back and forth
in half a day
I feel alone
on the boat ashore
longing for another day
on the island
I passionately adore

March 4th 2014

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My Cocoon

Crystal clear, You are the place that cradles butterflies As they transform into beautiful, Personified But more often than not, you stab my wings Prematurely Forbidding the growth that would Lead to my escape Inevitably, you knew how much I'd love To go-- But no. You like me best when I can see the world Without being its inhabitant, When you can shield me from my hopes of Reaching healthy, touching happy You were never meant to hold anything forever But just when fingertips feel the T h r e a d s O f F r e e d o m You snap, Claw... me.... back Back into your grasp Quite like fish tank glass What their eyes can always see of me, hands Will never hold Tragic, I know What's a girl to do, stuck in a wonderland She can't push through, find Her way back to...wait, Which way home again? I don't think I've ever truly known And the worst Is all the torture inflicted by myself, at Your hearty request, wicked jest You punish me in earnest for trying to Live Stuff me back down in my bubble My hideout, my shelter You have been my home and grave for all These years What I wouldn't give now to strike the Walls, scream- GET ME OUT NOW Yet this is hopeless; I know well My captor never lets me cry At least, not out loud So I whimper and I beg Please, for the love of god, don't let me die Not here, already buried underground If I fall, No one will ever know If words could trickle to the surface, well, Would they even be received, Or thud forever silent? Help Save Fix (me)

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Poetry Cafe's, Steven Fry and a most Annoying me

I wanna go to a poetry cafe....

In a pink beret and two giant earrings
Sporting a very serious intelligent expression which is obviously not my own
So ill borrow it from some super being like Steven Fry
Just for the night (he can sit at home looking daft, looking me) 
As i fly into the realms of fantasy

Stood in all my regalia, pink floral wellies and beige checkered hacking jacket
Purple courderoys
Spilling my beans
My limited means of getting my 
Point across.....

The avante guarde and Mrs Bohemian nod and shake
As my word snake slithers from my agile tongue
The one which spits bile
the one which wreaks havoc when im just being mum

I wanna watch the candles flicker and smoulder
With a man bag over one shoulder
Giant Havanna cigar
Peace man, way out, too far.......

I wanna travel triumphant on the train
Back home again
Resting my feet on the opposite seat 
(just because its wrong) 
Leaning drunken pon my wonky umbrella
Singing that most annoying song

'Pardon me Sir..... is that the cat hoo chewed me new shoes? '

Whilst bemused commuters gaze on

Why ever not! 

Cause Im a whimp...thats why 

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At the low tide, 
the ocean at its ebb
barefoot I went along the shallow water’s edge
searching for sea-shells
among the wrecks of time
that you had asked me to bring to you,
for you were home in the last days
and you were in the stillness that precedes the void, 
yet, whilst your fingers were able
you created beauty out of dead things,

I know now that in your life here with me
beauty sprang up wherever you walked,
and on your journey home 
all along the sea-weed, 
along the shore and the sand
blossoms have bloomed,
and there among the washed grey stones
beautiful flowers have raised their timid heads looking for you,
and in your slow passing from this world to the next 
you gave me more than I could give you 
if I lived a thousand lifetimes. 

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Lives to Live

We have dreams to fulfill.
We have goals to achieve.
We have hearts to inspire.
We have love to give.
We have faith to teach.
We have hope to send.
We have strength to create.
We have bravery to find.
We have positivity to shine.
We have courage to build.
We have stories to tell.
We have hands to hold.
We have lives to live.
All in Your Heavenly name,
We pray,

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In his long-life room,
This gray thread-bare lazy boy,
Cluttered bed beside – 
This little-active corner
Frequented between naps.

Liquid eyes far off,
Mind-feet shuffling a slow waltz
In no-rhythm time,
Slow reach for bony-ass hurts -
An old sepia-tone print.

Becoming aware –
A cat nestled under arm,
The television,
Basketball from right to left.
The speed, the youth, the LIFE!

Reluctant to rise,
(A thought completely outside,
Bursting corner bounds)
Then settling back and sighing –
Chores?  Guilt. PAIN! – procrastinate.

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where the heart is strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots.
Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots.
Now that I have traveled many lands,
I wish only to go back home.
To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands.
I wish no longer to roam.
Youth tends to be arrogant and blind.
Not knowing what I had, for home was mine.
Now it is the place for which I yearn.
The place from which I came, and wish to return.
The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart.
After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start.
Funny how being away for so long can change a soul.
Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole.
This is where I will always belong,
For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong.

Sarah Comstock

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Inherent Abilities

He awakened each morning-
  To the winnowing train whistle,
    And the glowing appearance of a day-
     Undeniably fitting of summer;
       The heavens yet lingered pink,
         Unlocked screen doors ~ sturdy in nature,
           The aroma of freshly baked bread pervading-
             Throughout the old coal-mining town,
               Carefully prepared peanut butter 
                 Sandwiches by the dozen;
                   Eighteen clumsy, bright-eyed boys-
                     Huddled at the dusty patch field ~ Isabella ~
                       Undoubted innocence ~ children of joy ~ 
                          Without decoration ~
                            Only freckled faces, Wrangler blue jeans-
                              And sneakers, crew cuts and striped t-shirts ~
                                Without numbers;
                                  Blasphemous parents were obscure,
                                     No policemen to summon ~
                                       Playing ball until the soft fingertips-
                                         Of the radiant sun caressed the blue moon,
                                           Dashing home before the curfew puffed,
                                             Only to begin...again,
                                                Four home runs today,
                                                  The Natural ~
                                                     No fortune ~ no fame,
                                                       Simply perfect passion for the game.

                                                          Written for my dad, Paul Redzanic, Jr.

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but the soldier does not come home alive

daddy why she said
well i lied
the decievinq sun
shines liqht onto her torn pocket sack
just five pennies
pressinq aqainst the pain in her chest
chokinq passion all over aqain
more of this
more of that
more televised thunder cries
more proclamations of 300 soldiers-who died
and as for this last strand of life
war-comprised of strenqth; and of strife
daddy why she said
i loved the idea of a soldier so s t r o n q
but i fear new teachinqs
we were tauqht to draw in riqhte wronqs 
only for the heart to explode
and then loathe
but the black door opens
death qives this family its last condolences
tears soak his wife's silk blouse
his dauqhters' dreams did as planes do
then her dreams did as her father's body did
burned to ashes
what could a cup full of memories possibly do now?
save her, solider please save her
the soldier does not come home alive
for it was already too late-yesterday....

                           (puttinq all politics aside, i just pray our soldiers a safe return home & if 
any poet wants to add more to this poem, by all means, thank you)

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A Prayer For Healing

Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,

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The Emerald Maiden

Who am I?
Fleeting shadow deathly still,
Intricate graffiti on the crumbling wall,
Fiery smoke in the silent sundown.

Who are you?
Music drifting out of reach,
Crested waves caressing sand,
Enchantress dancing on the rocks.

Leave me be here,
This dusty paradise,
To bask in its warmth,
And not your own.

Yet still she calls me,
Not you but her,
That Emerald Maiden,
Who ever holds my heart.

We take flight from this mountain,
Where the lions are filled with woe,
My Emerald Maiden calls me,
One day, not her alone.

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A long night

The hours are long and they pass slow.
The signs of fatigue begin to show.
It is one hard way to make a days pay.
Still I force my body to obey.
Cold and tired, I miss you.
The rain and the mud, I just trudge through.
I force my body not to stop.
Even with muscles tight and joints pop.
I’ve trained myself to stay awake through the night.
I’ve learned how ignore a back that’s tight.
I’ve learned how to not feel the cold nipping at my nose.
So I work on until that five o’clock whistle blows.
Then I stand tall on aching feet.
Smiling because I know you’re there at home,
Just beneath the sheet.
Because when my night is done,
I’ll be home to you, just before the rising sun.
And even the when the worst of nights are through,
Theres a good morning coming home to you.

Sarah Comstock

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Our Love Is Enough

We don't need to go out and party,
We don't need to drink,
We don't need to socialize,
We don't need to go shopping,
We don't need to spend money,
We don't need to go to a movie,
We don't need to watch sporting events,
We don't need to go out to eat,
Because we found love,
And our love is enough.

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If you chance to see
a wandering snowman
on your way home tonight
Let me know.
The poinsettias have started to wilt, turning dull
The Christmas lights have flickered low into the night
The food has lost its savor
Gifts have been opened
Blurry are my windows now
As snow continues to hide
My precious snowman from plain site.

If you chance to meet
My wandering snowman
On your way home tonight
Stop for a moment and play with him.
Share a candy. Make him smile
Make him a paper airplane. Make him beam and laugh.
Hug and kiss him for me. Warm his heart.
It's all a lost mother would ask
For Christmas.

If you chance to experience
My wandering snowman
On your way home tonight
Please send him home
to a warm Christmas with me.
It's all that I ask.

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The Sacrifice

(a place no one has ever been)

We live out in da country
Miles away from anyone else
Papa and six boys, well, we're young men now....just sayin
Momma died at childbirth when baby brother was born
Love it here, cept at night, sleepin through “the howlin”

Big old wood frame house, island by grassland; den da forest
We keep a farm of pigs, goats, even cows; what da heck for ?
Every night Papa slayed an animal; laid it at da edge of da woods
Never new why until he called us six boys together one creepy night:

“Boy’s, listen to me, listen good….your Papa’s dying, 
It won’t be long
The last 20 years, your Momma and I set out here a sacrifice
I don’t know what in God’s name is out there
This thing ain't human
Notice how it’s quiet for a while so you can get to sleep
It’s feeding time
Damn right, it’s eating the sacrifice
Long as we put them dead animals out
We live
When I’m gone, it’s up to you six 
Be my Nightwatch, ya hear me boys !
You all are men now
I love each one of you very much”

Father finished da story, den...
Said no one ever been in dem neck of doze woods
He bought property twenty (20) some years ago;
Prior owner told him da whole story

In a  way I look at dis big monster as our protector
I've heard screamin at night, den da 'howlin'
O man, den dis loud munchin, chompin, chewin masdacated cry
Den more 'howlin'
Call da police ya say?  No way.  We safe...
So long we feed him, or it
At night: WHOAAA am scared to death

Papa's been gone a few years now
It’s up to us six to offer up da sacrifice
Every night

We older now and don’t all nestle up in one bed
Howlins still be, but we sleep at night best we can
Hated killin doze animals, deys didn’t do nuttin wrong
Dares no other way; we twied once and almost got ourselves scavaged alive

Am not goin out dare, never, not to
A place where no one has ever been

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The Devil's Huntsman

He rode home from St Just
In drink taken
Passing the standing stones
Silently past him there flows a pack of hounds
Jet black hounds
Hard on their heels is a dark rider
As black as the pit of hell

He calls "Hold on What sport is this?
Give me some of your game"

"Take that " was the cold reply
Something was tossed to him as the Rider passed by

He caught the bundle
Too dark to see
Rode home to St. Just
Calls for a light
Peers at the bundle
It is a baby

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Reflection of your moon

Reflection of your moon

Silent night I hear you whisper…
Shadows of people in a moony night
Little houses lit by candlelight

Tonight I am Vincent, I am mad as mad can be
and I’m painting your picture for everyone to see…

Wait night wait don’t go away I am not finished
I am scared I wont be here tomorrow…

Oh what a beautiful night I want to hold you
Squeeze you feel you until the morning light…

Stay here with me let’s dream of forever
Dream of you and me…

There I stand at the edge of the river 
Wet feet gentle breeze you and me… 

The moon is playing hide and seek
Behind the transparent clouds…

This is a dream.

Written especially for the contest: Poems about the moon

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Foreclosed Home

Walk out to get the mail
I get a letter from W. Fargo 
They want to put my house in jail
My  job doesn't give me much dough

Get up to an alarm
Go to a micromanaged job
Doing three positions at once
All those seconds to hours become a fog

I think of all the CEO's that brought this on
I'm not the only one
Millions know where this comes from
Money, money, money
Guess it's too late, it's done

Really wish that a few decades ago
When outsourcing and efficiency experts dropped in
That the generation would have had the guts
To value family over property
The fact they didn't drives me nuts
It's brought us to a depressing poverty
Dead presidents on paper are pointless
Big business should come with an ointment

I realized a while back
There's nothing more scary 
Than someone with nothing to attack
So when everyone only has their families
They'll realize the greed is a ****ery

They can take my house
They can take my car
My dream was never to die with these
My loved ones, 
They're what will make my heart go far

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Nowhere to Land

He walks many miles 
with nowhere to land

Or stands for hours trying to 
find a place to travel

Days pass, no clock for him
he watches the sun move

Do you know what it is like to have nowhere to land?

Garbage bins are his “Olive Garden” 
except no breadsticks to eat

A pond if he can find one
is his juice

His clothes cover his skin
protect him from rain and wind

Do you know what it is like to have nowhere to land?

No boards put together 
for him to stand on or under

People do not see him
He is his relief

Waiting to make eye contact
one glance is his only chance

You do know what it is like to have a place to land.

©Holly P. Moore
   January 2013

Dedicated to a homeless man I met and those who desperately need our help.

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Untitled in 1-27-90

I sat in a kind of wasted skin stupor and 
try to make sense of my reality idiom in pisces 
blue A minor sequence aqueoushumor blind sigh-ted
by a dubious passion to be a teacher of pious on
metaphors to go to the holy innocents of a yestertommorrow
I talk ramble by day of the slammer sociomenace 
while they glassed eyed park their sick l cells in  
unneutral and (in double park synapse in tow---let me catch an old
glimmer of naked frenzy-taut as a stretched, cracked
brittle rubber band praying for one last turnstretch to 
flipfly a higher band than the last cloud pattern, given 
to the raised eyebrows of montoya clammerings of hocus
pocus Jekyll/Hyde explosive endeavor trick or treats
without the brownwhite wrapper or the righteous look
pinch pout pocket of a boy dowell. Keep the false faith friends,

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So Close, Yet So Far

It's like I'm there,
Standing behind a glass wall.
I've had a taste,
Just not the full platter.
I'm ready for the cake,
But all I have is batter.

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The Battlefield is here

I’ve got madness turned, all the way up

submerging myself in thundering double-bass

and wrenching screams.


My legs tap the carpet to the beat, my soul on its way out the door.


And then her voice wails over the tiny speakers, calling to me, in need. 

I pull out an ear-bud,

and feel the divide: 

The solace of chaotic notes/The reality of a mother that needs help getting up. 

I press pause on the computer and run to the aide of the womb that made me the fighter I am. 

The survivor, my hero. 

Escape can wait. 

The battlefield is here. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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It rises within me, like a plague or like vomit
One mouth is never enough to slam shut the beast back to its cave
Ravenous in cycles repeating itself, though it is something different altogether

It is the same old-fashioned, self-conflicting soprano screech of insecurity
My features are plain and my eyes are dogged with spots of black 
They look flaked in moon-dust floating on a further reach of dark silk
It is like oil floating on water. Dull and acidic and so awfully pleased to meet you

You must understand that this is the canvas and comparisons will be drawn
'Dear Sir or Madam' I slot myself in between, feeling like neither and looking like both
When sincerely, I am faithfully and you sit undeniably pristine
Taking home the world in a dog-eared armour as I steal home some precious silence
Feeling like neither and wanting for both.

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Butterflies and Balconies

It started off with butterflies and balconies,
A stilted yet oddly comfortable conversation
Walking home in the darkened rain.
Then a few weeks later I was feeling cheeky,
And spurred on by my favourite song
I hinted that I’d like to see you again;
The worst that could happen was that you’d say 
No…but to my surprise you didn’t.
So I went round your house on a Sunday afternoon
And sat awkwardly on your huge sofa
Watching a TV show about awkward teenagers
And not quite seeing the irony of it all.
Then you walked me home in the dark
And I felt happy and safe.
God, I know it’s sad, but I clung on
To that feeling for days.

When I spoke to you again I think I was too
Forward about it all, over-excited by
A tiny bit of attention.
I went over again in the holidays 
For another awkward sitting where
Words stumbled out of my mouth.
I remember you said you liked my jumper
And I felt pleased, as if my aim in life
Was to gain your approval for my choice of knitwear.

Then came the unsettling, unexpected clashes
On the stairs, in the corridors and in between blocks,
Even worse when I’m caught off-guard,
Usually looking gormless or doing something embarrassing.
And the worst thing is I can’t explain why
I get like that; jumpy and panicky when you come into view.
I’m not completely sure if I like the idea of love
Ore than I like you…
Now my shallow personality is exposed and I can tell
Any vague interest I once imagined you had
Is waning. Like the moon on that first night
When we walked home in the darkened rain 
And talked about balconies.

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Home is where the heart is

There are pieces of a quilt, that I still call my home
They are kept alive in memory, and are there to keep me warm
When the chill of frigid winter, or the still of an afternoon
It wraps me up in comfort's arms with love that fills the gloom
I close my eyes, and can see it there, and I am home again
The house, each room,  my family, the place it all began

There are grassy acres, with long white fences and a house with no pretentions
Standing in the morning sun, a pinto horse is watching me and clamoring for attention
A small corral… my Dad in Levi's…and a pitchfork heaped with hay
A barn, some stalls, a chicken house, a clothes line, filled with white sheets, waving

Sweet fragrant fields,  alfalfa rows, five peach trees in pink bloom
Across the road a melon field, intertwining through the loom
Inside the house,  some bacon fries, we hear morning radio drama
Clattering of dishes, and the chattering soap-stars, and at the sink, would be my Mama
The kitchen decked in a sunshine yellow, as warm as melted butter
A breakfast nook, the table set, and a pile of school day clutter
A living room, a window wide, where a mountain towers over
That was way back when, where I began.....and now it's something other....

A wedding ring, and years went by, the home had changed, and so did I...
A different place, with acres too, and long white fences, and a house with no pretentions
Standing in the morning sun, are oak groves, fruit trees, clamoring for attention
There are gardens woven with flowers, and some growing things to eat
Clattering of dishes, and a CD playing,...Sweet!...
In the living room, from the window wide, many mountains live here too...
Living on the northern tip, California view
Some things have changed, some things have not
I've been quite lucky.....for what I've got
This home I knew, the quilt I’ve sewn, it keeps me warm, where I call home...

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Earth Voice

Earth Voice

[Source: Various media reports of towns developed across Europe during the boom years which now lie empt; and the growing migration from the cities to the childhood towns and villages where the newly dispossessed  grew up - close to kith and kin].

Concrete, steel and glass creations
Stand deserted. Shipwrecked in ghostly isolation.
Shiny new towns with names not faces 
Echo with the murmurings of ghouls
And shrieks of financial loss and isolation.
Roads where no car dares to pass.
Railroad tracks with no timetable. No spinning wheels.
Great monuments to what we had become.
Irrelevant. Empty now.

Welcome home my brothers and sisters  (Bienvenido de Voelta)
Children of Naxos, Villacanas and Alfandega da Fe
And countless towns and villages which sleep along the way
For I have missed you . Eagerly awaited your return.
Lay your false gods aside. Let their land of plenty quietly die.
For my earth is rich and I offer this unconditionally to you.
with joy not hesitation; and though we may suffer drought and infestation
We suffer together for that is the natural order
And that is my promise to you.

Let us build a permanent home 
Sheltered by the sun;  the wind and the rain.
Make use of my stones and rocks to build firm foundations  
To feed and nurture. Your community. Your sanctuary.
And measure your contentment in quiet satisfaction
For these intangible gifts are more valuable
Than all the concrete, steel and glass that you’ll ever own.

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Calling me home

The bells call to me from
My home in Tuscany

I will walk again across the bridge
and over the hill to a hundred smaller hills

Vineyards abound grapes ripe and falling
to the ground

The mornings are cool and the clouds lay
low on the top of the hills.  They cover
all the Vines with heavenly droplets

When the sun rises all you can see for miles
are deep purple clusters shimmering as
if they were the pot of gold at rainbows end

The rich earth under foot comes alive with
the essence of spiced Carmenere, mushrooms
with a light scent of Ginger 

The soil is so soft and inviting like a beautiful
women it beckons you to walk with her

As your walking you notice the many colors
of orange and golden hues that decorate the

The old houses are much in the same with the 
exception of the doors.  You may see burgundy
to bright red, green and even purple to catch
your eye and fill your heart with remembrance

Bread, fresh bread you might smell wafting across
you along with the aroma of freshly ground coffee
so rich you can taste it when you inhale

There is a special time of the season when the
Sun flowers are in bloom.  They can be seen as
far as your eyes may travel and are breathtaking
from any view

We are definitely visitors in this most beautiful
city in all the world.  I can only stay a short while
because the enchantment of it touches my soul 

This is a magical place and I feel that if I visit
for to long it will disappear and be gone to me

As A young women I found myself there
It is the only place in all the world that I feel
welcomed and truly loved

It doesn't judge, it takes you in and you become
a part of all of it. Some time very soon I will return
once more

I want to feel the Sun and see the cloud 
shadows fall over the hills in the late afternoon
I want to try to find myself again and perhaps
I will finish what life started for me so very
long ago

The bells call to me from
My home in Tuscany...

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you are (my)

ever tugging reminder of
so exact i,

you are my

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Move and Lose the Greater Truth

Pack and Lose the Greater Truth
We’re moving all right,
to my beloved state of
Connecticut.  Just where
I always fancied myself.
in a sweet cottage with
skylights letting heaven in.
Our home sits right
on the side of a tree filled hill.  

As I pack another artifact,
the greater truth comes calling
ringing hands, tears wanting
to smother my breath 
wanting to deny me my own life.
Why Connecticut?
Just a feeling within reach
a goal attainable.                  

We’ll be there on our hill
you summoning birds
the colors of which only
a birder fathoms.  I’ll be
nearby hardly hearing chirps and
the greater truth comes calling 
a hawk to take my innocence
far away.

I won’t hear the birds anymore.
I only listened for you and watched
fluffed feathers just to stand next to you
and listen to your bird talk about  habitat
and this and that and young birds and mature
birds whose male colors an Indian might snare
for special headdress.  The greater truth comes calling
our home is temporary for each of us.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
April 26, 2005

I wrote this when my husband was dying.  We moved from New Jersey to Ct. so we could be closer to our daughter and his brothers and sisters.  He only lived there five months and I left soon after.

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The Siren

The Siren

I was only seven then, it had snowed all night, there was at least a foot of new snow on the ground making it almost three feet of snow so far for the season. One of the coldest winter in years.
I was on my way to school, walking ankle deep in snow when the first air raid warning siren came on, it was a frightful sound, I saw people running in all directions to the nearest shelters for protection.
I was scared and confused, I didn't know what to do, I decided to run back home but some kids kept running by me and yelling at me "Come on!" It was closer to school so that's where I ran too.
The shelter at school was a big basement, were they also stored some school equipment, if a bomb would
hit the school building we all would be buried alive in the basement.
After one hour the air raid siren where sounding that
the raid was over and it was safe to leave the shelter. Luckily there was nothing bombed within our area.
We only spend halve a day in school, but we got more home work.
Life was never the same, it was the beginning of almost daily hearing the hair raising sirens,
it brought a lot of fear and tragedy.

Erich J.Goller
Copyright 2009

for The Childhood Memory Contest

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The Typewrite

___ Manual Typewriter At Work___

The keys clack aloud
As they strike the paper
The carriage lifts up
When the shift key is alter
The ping of the bell warns the typist
That she is nearing the end 
Of the line and have to
Lift up her left hand
From the keyboard.
Swipe at the carriage returns lever.
Putting the carriage back to its normal position
Cause a 'Ziiip' noise scribe has to bear.

Olden days still not old
Computers come to being through it.
It is gold of many colors
That can best be traced by people of its age. 

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Don't worry, don't worry;
Give yourself rest.
Release fear and struggles,
And He'll take care of the rest.

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Human Rights-

The rights not only men but women,

God rolled down the soil to make all men and women alike,

Air,light and water common for all,

Right to do and right to undo,

Human Rights,

For men and women alike,

Why one to listen to other?

Why one to hear to other?

No one to bring force on another,

No one to take the life of another,

Human Rights,

At par for all,

No above par,

No below par,

Each of the birds enjoys a set of wings,

To fly independently,

But they fly together,

Signing for a system under their wings,

A system to be together like galaxy,

One to listen to other,

One to hear to other,

Under a system all signed,

One to expect from other,

One to respect  to other,

For the system to survive,

Human Rights,

For all,

An universal system,

All to accept,

All to respect,

For the coexistence like birds,

For all the world,Human Rights,

For all the Governments,

Constitutional Rights,

A system all Government institutions in sight,

For all it's men and women alike,

To fly the flag of just in hike,

The strong structure of constitution,

Constructed for all by all,

The key of the structure in the hands of all men and women,

Access allowed but with the aid of the key,

No one can try back doors,

Theft of all thefts is thieving one's right,

All men and women to become watchdogs day and night to fight.


Constitutions of Governments are the very doors of HR homes!

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Living the Dream

I am living the dream.
I stand here today,
Cannot believe what I am about to say,
But I am living the dream.
At times, it's tough
And it is not always easy.
I might be condemned
For choosing this path in life;
Some may think it's too bag of a risk.
When we give it our all,
Our passion and our might,
We can overcome and forget the fear
To become who we are meant to be.
I stand here today,
Another tear ready to wipe away:
You can do all you aspire to do!
Set your mind and never give up!
If I can do it,
You can too!
I can't believe I'm about to say this,
But I am living my dreams.
I am living the dream.

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I'm Grown

Look at me I'm grow.
I want to be out on my own.
I always did what I was told, but now I'm grown.

No need to worry just stay off my back.
Take a chill pill and relax.
Don't want to hear the facts cause I already know, I'm grown.

No more telling me what I can and what I can't and what I am and who I ain't  
I know who I am make no mistake. 
I was young once but now I'm grown.

Good-bye to all these stupid rules and bed time curfews.
I'm through! 
That stuffs for someone who's three.
But not for me, why? cause I'm grown.


Yes, finally I'm out need I say more?
I almost pushed you down trying to get out the door.
I was free but found out what that word really means.


First come the job then came the bills.
No time to spend with my friends.
No time to stay home and chill.

Didn't like that deal.
Lost my job so I started living off the streets.
Now I'm in a jail cell, tomorrow will be a week.

If only I had listened to you.
Things would not have turned out this way.
Remember when I use to say I'm grown?
I was wrong...

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It's Not A Cult

It's not a cult:
It's a Savior saving my life.
It's a Savior saving your life.
It's our Savior saving our lives.
It's not too late.
It's never too late!

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journey of the lonely spirit

On a nameless moment in the vast expanse of endless time,
Something moved, and from the cacophony of chaos emerged a rhyme.
Thus began an epic journey of the spirit, of the unknown,
The seed of this universe, and many others, dormant, within, unsown.
Locked in the unfathomable depths of its heart were, stories,
No one could tell..Of places, even the imagination of man cannot dream of, under a creative spell
        The spirit , untouched by the heat, cold, pleasure or pain,
Unblemished by the sun and unwetted by the rain.
Devoid of any shape or form any eye can see,
In a dream called nature, lying in wait, as sublime could be.
 Journeyed across many planes, across ripples that make thoughts
Taking shape slowly, like iron on an anvil, blow by blow , when hot.
Found at last a dwelling place, like a star would for itself, in the sky,
A cradle, a home an identity, the awareness of I
Hiding in the deepest core of every living being,
Very subtle, oh, invisible , yet pervading every thing.
Giving  all the gift of life, the blessing to survive
Thus arrived a new pawn on the celestial game board,
A creation that called itself 'me'..
On the illusive smoke screen that  life is, who thought it can see.
 Not just see, but, understand, own, belong and hold,
 The power to control, to create, the power of sharp edge, and the power of gold.
Like the wisdom is to the wise, in its nature of the flame to rise..
Began yet another journey, destination unknown..
Up wards, light wards, seeking what needed be sought..
 Through the darkness of ignorance, storms and whirlwinds of unsurety
Towards the maker , proceeded the made, stumbling struggling, tired, way-laid.
 Through the thick haze of passions,
Through the crooked maze of aspirations,
Fighting, a desperate battle to save its sanity, 
Bound and helpless like all ordinary humanity.
Clamoring for peace, seeking a place to call home and rest its weary head,
A place with the warmth of a mothers love,  place in which to be remembered when forgotten and dead.
On a path with no name, and no known end in sight.
Then.On a rare moment of celestial favor , to the tune of serenity and divine grace,
The realization finally dawned, like a smile on a  troubled face.
The goal was reached, then again..
 Silence.. The end of a million tales, the fruits of patience and perseverance.
Knowledge ,peace, bliss pure and plain..
  With the journey, ended the quest,
 Satisfaction of a life well spent, a soul put to rest.

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Was it death

I am scared to die aren't you. 
In my dream,I saw my pet that died a year  ago.
I found my turles shell on a shelf, in a closet. 
With no flesh in side ,no existence. 
Just a shell,  no flesh or motion. 
Where did it go?what devoured it, oblivion? 
I was in a dark room that seem to have eyes,
eyes unseen,but I know they were there,
I felt them touching me. Eyes that I never seen,
but felt in the pocket of darkness. 
Some how I stumbled around and felt around in darkness.
I came upon a door knob, I opened it urgently
,I opened it and there was a effulgent light beyond the door. 
The room still was blind with out light ,
though the door was open.
It was like a line separating light and dark under one roof. 
I took my first step with caution expecting something or nothing at all. 
The Floor was wooden the walls chipped and aged like brown bark. 
The rooms where filled and had a familiar odor, it smelt like home or home was close. The dishes where used and some seemed to be washed. I searched every inch of the house but there was no door. As I walked in the bath room I seen my favorite soap open and ready for use.The next room had all my brothers belongings with a shirt laying on his bed.The next room had all my mothers belongings.The next room was dark nothing could be seen.That was the room I came out of.I ran to the bath room and looked in the mirror,i seen nothing.With my head downward holding the edges of the sink,I began to cry.

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Sunday Memories

Sunday has always been special through the years,
A day where we honour the Lord our God.

My favorite teacher Jesus,
Guiding the parents and children.

My favorite years with my church,
Teaching Sunday School with a friend.

The children learned the stories of the Bible,
Beautiful verses to guide them.

The church summer camp where we hiked through field and stream,
A love of nature guested,

Sing-a-longs and a dance, I choregraphed,
Parents visiting the campsite, maybe on a Sunday.

My favorite day at home with my parents and relatives,
A Sunday holiday where I became a teacher.

My married years with my husband and children,
Where Sunday was our favorite day together.

A day to read stories and have a picnic at our favorite Conservation Area,
We were off to visit grandma and grandpa.

Grandma's delicious home cooking guested,
Grandpa's wise ways guided us.

Sundays continue to be special through the years,
The kind pastor who preached a good sermon.

Singing with the church and the sounds of God's choir,
Sunday companions and friends.

What a blessed and beautiful day, Sunday,
God's miracle for us all.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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free cee HARMONY AND HEAT i dubbed this hybrid poetry hoping some you may understand why


A mansion made of music
a house formed of harmony
a room filled with rhythm
living with a lady I call honey

I walk the halls of harmony
I dance in the parlor to music I need to feed upon
oftentimes I come home to an empty place
and eat dinner after Jesus says grace
I hear hymnals from an unseen choir
on nights sitting alone by the warmth of a fire
but then my lover comes home and I'm there waiting for her
and the mystical music that's bound to occur
and it's her voice that begins to produce the harmony
she takes the high notes, I the low
and I am warmed not by the fire but by her “hello”
we sit at a table set for two
and she says “i can't take my eyes off of you”
I answer likewise with a smile that makes her laugh
and her giggle heats my heart with comfort
because the moment we met both of us knew that was a moment heaven had planned 
and both of us quickly came to understand
that music can make miracles
and the notes come from a mutual soul
while living together amidst peacefulness is our goal
so I walk out in the morning with a kiss goodbye
and somehow it always makes me want to cry
because I so look forward to the night
as we sit on an oriental rug in front of the firelight
held once again in the arms of music and harmony

my lover knows how much I care
and that a love like outs is flawless diamond type rare
finding inspiration from each others heart
and I felt harmony in her soul from the start
   © copyright PHREEPOETREE  ~free cee!~

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Watching my life fracture while lying in 
rose colored sheets...embracing my 
lovers... walking through the kitchen 
with Starbucks every morning. 
Say farewell to the color of the light 
through the windows and lavender drapes 
with ivory walls that took some creative 
flare... all part of me... sofa the dining 
room all old friends who now
 have stayed away too long.

See this lonely shelter so dark, four 
adults to one room...drug addicts and 
homeless men now my peers for a year
as I sort my life out. Dinner in the fly 
infested hall. All my friends and possessions 
lost, what is left is only the fullness of my 
sorrow. I miss my dog... my soul aches 
for the future but  too much fear surrounds me. 
Lost and weary I am alone.

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One minute
One more shot in front of me
The bar is nearly empty
The girl behind the bar has shouted “last call”
Looking into the bottom of the glass
The world looks so beautiful
There is no pain to endure
Memories are gone in a fog
The world is so beautiful
Sara will be at home waiting for me
As she has so many nights before
Two o'clock the bar closes
I walk home through lonely streets
Other drunks wander aimlessly
I have a woman to go to
I get home and wander straight to the bed
Reaching over Sara is gone
Through the fog of alcohol I remember
I laid Sara to rest in the morning sun
Memories return and I cry the night through
Waiting for the bar to once again open
So I can see the world through the bottom of the glass
And Sara will be waiting for me once again

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Where the heart lays ....

Heart to home the core is where the heart lays
As the music is played the moment of two a beating of souls
A time that is created of fated beings to be twined
A pull so strong of chemistry senses can not be ignored
Pulses that work intime like the ticking of the clock
A passing of emptyness brings us to this gate 
A love that is thunder through our veins
A pounding like midnight rain against a window pane
Disturbes the longing of passion that is fire to the one we admire
A touch that we wake to a sight that softens our imaginations
Tallest of trees surround a garden on eden
Natures whisper upon our skin which holds no sin
An understanding of only true lovers can follow
Within our eyes there is a divine sign through and through
Only few can be enchanted in such a silence
Screams from intensness of shivering lust
You are surely a gift from above my love
The way your smile can capture me 
An innocences of tease is where we stand 
Others can see a love story in motion
A kiss we can not help but share 
Its as urgent as the surrounding air
Hearts beating love is what knocked on the door
Heart to home the core is where the heart lays

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Where why what who how
I ask these questions 
Everyday i cant find Home
Where is home
Why can't I see home
Who's at home 
How to get home
What does home feel
I know 
Home feels great to the touch
Warmth to the heart
Love to the soul
Brings peace to the body
Home is where love stands
The love that sticks to you
Fills your body
Where why what who how
That is home now close your
Eyes and go

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Warm Memories

So many warm thoughts surround the memory of my Father
Affectionately referred to as, “Papa” by his children 
For most men, back then, life was and still, is not always easy.. 
He lived in a world where he shouldered an insurmountable weight
Not of his own making nor by choice; and that burdened his spirit to the core
Freedom was limited for young colored men those days
Through sheer determination he became well-educated during that time
Grandpa had traveled much, therefore knew the worth of an education

He married his sweetheart and took her away to find freedom
They knew that they would struggle yet, preferred inner peace and respect 
He was an honest man; always considerate but couldn't handle disrespect
Always rooting for the underdog, he fell into trouble at times
Still, he was my “Papa” and in my eyes, could do no wrong!
I recall that, when he said “No”, he meant it, unless Mama intervened 
Like sunshine, he filled our humble home with music, laughter and books
We were by no means wealthy, yet strangers thought we were
He was a proud man and he and Mama always worked twice as hard

He taught me to dance as I stood bare feet atop his shoes
And no matter how tired he was he would dance for as long as I wished
His loyalty was prime to family and friends; his word was his honor
He made time to help with home work and lend a hand around our home
On Sundays we would all take walks after lunch along the beach 
And he would point out across the Atlantic the direction from which they came
He introduced me to the National Geographic and Life Magazines too
So many warm memories live within my heart, of Papa 
And I know beyond all doubt that he was made special for me!

Note:  For Sami's "Warm Hearts" Contest

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In The Future Looking Back

In the future looking back,
You'll be happy to see
How far you've come
And where you are today,
So make the most of this now.

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Going Home

 free verse or poetry prose 

Hey Sis,
next Monday I'm going home again
It's been fifty or more years
I've lost count.
I can still taste the dust of
traveling with the car windows down.
Do you remember the few times our older
brother would let one of us 
open and close the cattle gates
once we got off the main road?
There were at least three double 
stops and starts along the way.

Do you remember the gray ramshackle house,
which won't be there I am sure.
Do you remember the old well, which 
will be filled in or at least covered.
First thing, I will check the cemetery for the
graves of our great aunts who were
still living when we last visited the farm.

Next week, I will find the graveyard
has now been fenced with our surname on the
gate.  I have seen pictures on the Internet.  
I will check for great-granddaddy's 
stone which I have seen but don't
remember.  There won't be any
stops and starts for there is a new lane
called Cemetery Lane which looks to be
graveled and well-kept.

When I get back home I will call you
and tell you about the trip and all the
new things I will have discovered going home
again. You will ask a hundred or more 
questions which I won't be able to answer.
Don't anyone tell me you can't go home again.  
I'm going, knowing it won't be the same
but confident it will be well-worth the trip to
find what has changed.

written 25/Sep/2014

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To My Guardian Angel

You traveled with me in a flash of thought.
Tanja called from Frankfurt on the Main.
She arrived in Germany; there was no one to meet her.
Let guide her together on her trip up the Rhine.

A friend is ill, please give him strength.
He is special, thoughtful and kind.
The twins-Stephan and Thomas skipped school.
Bless this day! Erase John Adams Junior High from my mind.

I should be in New York to take care of Martha.
Her first baby is due any time.
A home birth as such, I refuse to worry.

With you present, I know she is fine.

Herbert, for the firs time in love,
utters that his whole life is torn.
Putting the pieces together, he ties up the phone line
caring less, what time Martha's baby is born.

Edgar needs a ride home and I cannot drive.
I tell him to stay on the line until I let 
the dog out the door.
Nobody understands Edgar and no one cares.
“What do you think a mother is for?”

Where would I be without you beside me?
I could not have coped with today.
Just one more favor!
My back is killing me, please do not go away.
Forget it!
I settle for the heating pad.

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Holiday Gift

The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not.
Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone’s pot.
The tree was bare with nothing to hand out…
And my son had to work thru the Christmas Holliday, we all sought.

We wished him home but he had to work if he was to eat.
And for several years he had not wanted, with us to be.
But this year had taught him we were better than he had perceived.
And he wanted to come home to hold and be hugged, you see.

At the last moment he got the Christmas Day off.
Our gift to him was the price of gas and food on the four-hour trip back.
But his gift to us… you see was the greatest of all…
For he wanted to come home and simply be with us all.

Twenty-four hours minus 8 hours on the trip.
Dinner wasn’t much but it was all we could give.
But no one noticed as everyone talked…
It truly was the greatest holiday present of them all… that we ever got.

Thank you God... your gift to us wasn't lost.

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Four walls bind me in time
four directions set me free from all
the eventual has yet to show its face
the countess of time married my past
and for the first time I see my future
the four elements lift me homeward bound
as the joy wells up in me to a fever pitch
the continuity of it all stalls
and the flow of life stagnates
the  pool of time congeals
and its me that has been revealed
for my home is no home at all

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The Lonely Cat

The cat waits by the door
with begging eyes and wagging tail.
He waits for them to open the door
and let him in.

This is the sixth home he's visited today
but yet his hopes never dim.
He meows loudly in hopes that someone
would let him in.

And again, another kick
again, another rejection foot has come.
He falls off each step, but gets back up
and keeps on searching.

That foolish cat came to my house.
His matted fur and mangled body disgusted me.
But because I liked his audacity,
his spontaneity, his rambunctiousness
I let him in

I let him in and I doctored him.
I wondered people rejected this cat....
He was so peaceful, so enjoyable,
so... lovable

But then one day
I came home to a pile of feces on my bedroom floor.
I thought nothing of it.
I cleaned it up.

The next day I came home,
he had torn the carpet in my guest bedroom.
No reason to fret, though.
No one ever stayed for a visit.

The next day I came home,
my living room was a mess.
Slashed pillows and billowing cotton
Foul urine and watery regurgitation
Broken China and torn wallpaper

I couldn't take it any longer.

Now I know why people rejected this cat.
And like all the others
I gave him the rejection foot.
I kicked love out.

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Trails So Short

Who would have thought that life would lead 
Onto trails that would lead to home  in minutes
Except that home is no longer there anymore
The house is gone burned years ago and never rebuilt

The land is still there for one can't get rid of land
Except to haul it off inch by inch to another place
Then the open gapping hole would still be there
When going by, I still feel the spirit of the home

The life and energy of the place__the laughter
Now that I am domesticated as a plate
I desire to depend on someone who loves me
Like the family loved me then and held me close

Someone who is stronger who will lead me to feel
Feel secure and cared for making each day to be
Warm with understanding and all the love I can receive
One like the mother and father that occupied that home

A strong earthly person who could offer that love
Understanding, caring, commitment that of love
As the heavely Father offers to me each day
Only a dream for this is an impossibility...

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New Mexico~

Kaolin ceramics shelved for display
A framed mirror suggests a window into time
Fortifications in a continuum surround this fortress

Inside a Southwestern style is secured
Bulldozing nature for architectural delight
Rich in warm tones and textures of stucco
Baroque oval portals lead into substructures

Endearing pine stripped.....stained to perfection 
Strategically placed beamed ceilings finesse 
Whitewashed antlers hang above a fireplace
Not a hunters home but a setting of one once known

A water well stands with an antique pump 
As an unyeilding sun drenches the broken claylike ground
Genuinely revealing a life long past
In Beautiful New Mexico a Southwestern home  is found

~This was inspired by Brian….and his Cameo piece~I hadn't used or seen the 
word KAOLIN in some time...and it reminded me of the west....hence, I used the 
word first and went from there~ 

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The Truth

I'm in this unrealistic world of mines
Where you love me and have faith in me
You care for me and love to show me off
You take me home to you mother and father
And both of them are ecstatic to finally meet me
You treat me like you can't ever live without me
When we're surrounded by beautiful women
You look at me like no one can compare
You're a gentleman and you would never harm me
But when I snap back to reality 
I realize, I was just daydreaming all along
You're the guy you was the first few dates
I love you with all my heart, but you don't love me
I'm faithful, but you're one of the most unfaithful guy out there
You don't care, you'd be caught dead first before being seen with me
You never even had the thought of bring me home to your family
They don't even know the girl madly in love with you exists
You treat me like a piece of trash 
You bring other women home for your pleasure
While I'm in the other room crying my heart out
You're a player and I know it's true, but I can't leave
You have destroyed my self-confidence
You made me believe that no other man out there
Will ever want to give me a chance or love me
Now, I'm forced to be another piece of a collection.

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A homely home

I am home,i can smell the loud roses standing in a hand made vase.
I am home, my whereabouts no longer seems a maze.
I am home, on familiar and  fertilized soil i stand. rooted therein .

Nets tossed out by my eyes,capturing the gaze, of the one eyed sun flowers.
The suns heated stare they devour.
On the emanation of my homely appreciation,my neighbors feed.
From a distance they break a frown, with with a smile, running forth, running wild.

They screamed we noticed you were gone all the while.
I replied:Oh yes only but for a week. A greeting kiss placed upon my cheek.

Don't be worried  now i am home.A homely feeling home fades in absence.

I am home now, all homely brilliance ,homely essence revived and adorn.  

In binding homely potency,i am home.

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The Webb’s my second Mommy and Daddy of the year ; It’s only June
 Mr. Carver, the social worker rambles on as we pull into the driveway 
 My five year old eyes open wide as I see the giant mansion dotted with children
 Ten new brothers and sisters, painfully shy, fear elevated to a joyful want of family

 Sunday dinner, introductions: Mr. Webb a Fuller Brush salesman , meek and gentle
 Mrs. Webb a stay at home Mom, a beautiful woman : with wicked sky blue eyes
 Alice the oldest of us all, looked up to by her younger siblings ,the Rock of the kids
 Virginia, frail , the twins Joe and Jim, rambunctious, Bobby, the loner, Millie,deaf 
  I would learn sign language. Rebecca, shy as me, William, Mom’s favorite. Dotty
  The humorous one. George six month older than me, soon to be my closest brother
                                                I slept well that night
 Good morning, Harry I’m going to work I’ll be back Friday night, a chorus of Goodbyes
 The nightmare begins :  Harry you will call me Ma’am you snotty nosed little bastard
 Alice, Joe, fill the bath tub this filthy little boy must be cleansed .Ma’am he’s only five
 Don’t sass me bitch with a slap across the face Alice fell to the floor. The tub filled
 The chlorine made my eyes water,tears rolled down my cheeks. Are YOU Crying?
 If your going to live in this house YOU will be a man now scrub your genitals, did you 
 Hear me? Mom; several slaps to the head ,YOU WILL call me Ma’am, now scrub
With tears flooding my cheeks, Ma’am I don’t know what genitals are, the bleach burning
Ma’am beating me with a Fuller Brush scrub brush dry yourself, go upstairs get dressed
As I limped by the girl’s room I saw Millie, Ginny straped to their beds I started to help
Alice gently pulled me back : Don’t help them Harry Ma’am will beat you: but, but Why
The atrocities I saw that week scarred me for life Thank God, Mr. Webb came home early
Tuesday morning Ma’am in a straitjacket being put in a  Police cruiser. All the children :
                            Heading to new Foster  Homes : We kept in touch
         Inspired by Deborah Guzzi”s Contest : Something wicked this way comes

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These walls are gathering together, closing with damp farewell embraces. 
The yawns of previous occupants echo through linoleum: my home of all places.

Visitors come and go, footprints on concrete pathways smoothed over by later settlers.
Redecorating the past has never been so easy! The wind carries whispers of meddlers

But that’s easily solved; double glazing for the coming winter of discontent.
Yet still no snow falls for these ghosts. The fireplace has changed; it’s been bent,

Replastered and stoked and ready for the fuel of future memories not yet made.
Still the ceilings creak inwards, the weight of countless children who played

By careering down hallways; Old clocks ticking. Shop-bought curtains are drawn 
On the sunsets of men, forgotten are we all in the flick of a signature pen,

Contracted to paint another’s elapsed timeframe. Perhaps a new extension, dear?

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Quietly the disease crept into the family. Away from home for the first time and far from her mother’s cautioning words, she fell in love with and married her college sweetheart. He had told her of the mysterious disease from which his mother had died when he and his twin brother were very young. Alarmed, the bride’s mother researched the disease once know as Huntington’s Chorea, now simply as Huntington’s. What she read terrified her. Their little girl weighed a mere three pounds at birth and after reaching five pounds went home to their loving and tender care. She was a beautiful and strong child until after her sixth birthday when she started exhibiting disturbing symptoms. The doctors denied their fears. This inherited disease does not show its dreaded presence until adulthood. She was an exception. By this time, her father’s sister had been diagnosed with the disease. He also had a twin brother and along with a sister who died at birth, that made four children born to this unlucky carrier. The chances are fifty/fifty that a child of a parent with the disease will inherit it. In this case eventually, every sibling succumbed to the horror. The only good thing about this terrible affliction is that if a child of a Huntington patient escapes, all of his descendants are safe. It does not skip generations and it cannot be passed on by anyone but a parent. This child’s disease progressed rapidly. She went from a bright, articulate, happy youngster to a voiceless, chair-bound invalid in a few short years. At eleven and some months she died in her sleep. Her lungs had simply forgotten to function and she stopped breathing. ------December 10, 2011 Won No. 4 Huntington's is one of those fairly rare genetic diseases that is not well funded and researched as are the the more prevalent diseases. It should be. This is one of the most terrible afflictions known to man and its victims are helpless. There was one other granchild in the family. He too died of Huntington's in early adulthood. It had rampaged through the family and had now destroyed itself. Both the family and the disease had come to an end.

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He Loves Me Not

Your best friend spoke your name today That is when I moved my eyes to the floor Weve got unfinished business now You tell me you love me, you say you dont remember Go on love, go home to your son go to your guitars, your job, your wife I will be here alone, in my bedroom Finding my island, dreaming of you All day long I move through my memories as I walk past your favorite bar, the places weve met (the place we once made love) And I come home alone, lonely, lonely Then I look for you. Weve got loose ideas about love, baby Because you tell me you love me, I know you dont remember (and Im not smiling anymore) My friends, they come and they go away again They tell me that its wrong. They tell me that its right. My head is swimming. My heart is pounding. And Im still in love with you tonight.

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Spinning in Head

Spin with your full ornaments,
Spin in my head.
Your hands were stuck in bindweed, 
Doors and the sun which melts
In monotony where shade dies
In shrine of the cold 

Growl at the peak of silence,
Hurry up your movements,
As in your deep breath, 
The fire shelters, the secrets
And the poems are burning in my chest.

Don't pour your perfume
While you are crossing
In the absences hole 

I see you trembling as
The willow shaken by the wind,
I see you filled with oppression,
Cracking as river, dying in longing
While looking for paths 

I see you looking back, whirls
As the wind wolves gathered
In the darkness of death's net 

Where is the deer O ‘Laila’ 
Where is the land?!

Written by © Fatima Nusairat

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86B West York Street

86B West York Street

A small one bedroom apartment
White walls and a textured ceiling
A crappy painting hangs on the wall
Handmade airplanes hanging as if in flight
86B West York St. wasn't much
Cheap rent and no luxuries
Yet, to my eyes, it was beautiful
There was a little girl who lived next door
Waving every morning as she passed
She was all smiles and happiness
Looking through the window every day
She brought the light into the room
That apartment sits empty now
That little girl has long since grown up
Those rooms are no longer as beautiful as they were
Its life has been drained away
Luckily, the memories are still there

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A Toy's Struggle

I see you tangled on your bed 
Murmuring and chanting and tugging your hair
It would be so simple 
Why don’t you come play with me? 

Can you not remember?
Our stupid fun together
You always smiled at me
In return, I smiled for you
But all you do is stare now
It would be so simple
Just come play with me

Please, oh please
I hear those voices in my ear
As you just slam your colossal red door
And I peer over your tennis shoe
You're making me beg
Please come play with me

They’re at it again and your hair is mounds 
They argue and trample through the night 
Panicked, you trace the room
Your clumsy foot smashing my face
Just come play with me 

I can hear them shouting now
And you do just the same
Silent but for in your head
Come play with me 
I am disgusted by you
And forgotten by you
I want to make you still
Your strands are all over me
God, oh God, why didn't you come play with me? 

Then, oh yes, I hear your socks tug and scrap
There yells have made you bald
And I see you think
A tiny thought 
A mistake

Your crouching in front of me
Ugly grin fake on your face 
I’ll show you kindly, like you showed me
Why you shouldn't have come play with me

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Humble Walk Of The Lord

Appreciating nature from day to day,
The sunrise and sunset.

A day where you meet a caring friend,
Helping you to arrive home safely.

Miracles that enhance your day,
A friend that lends a helping hand.

Blessings from God,
A place of worship and friendship.

A piano concert appreciated,
Completed with humbleness.

Days with words and kindness,
Adding sunshine to your day.

Poems printed in the senior's calendar,
Read by your neighbours.

Activity noble and good,
A senior's blessing.

A retirement that is a humble walk of the lord,
Returning home safely.

Thankful appreciation,
Days of the church and God's blessing.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Going West

to see the hills
and tree's with palm
to feel the ocean on 
my nose
to drink the wine 
and rest on a bar 
to write in the streets 
but sleep in a room
to ride the bus absorbing
the pain
to stare at women and
their legs 
to laugh as my buddy,brother,friend
coughs from the joint. 

to drink for the cheers
of being alive

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My Wife, You Hold My Very Life

My Wife, You Hold My Very Life

You rest my weary soul you do
             in the mist of your love
I wonder at the bessings you send my way
             I truly and sincerely do
Wonderous are your charms and gay laughter
  yes, it was always your love I was after

Yes, we watched the sunset to our own paradise
          in the sweet heaven together we made
I marvel at your spirit that wrapped me into bliss
  yes, it was your love and hope that gave me this!
Storms of passion, truth's love revealed and you that stayed

You rest my worries upon your steady wisdom and wit
            in loving you waste not a bit
I rest my life in the love ,family and life we made
            in the blessed home we share
A mountain of love resides ever so deeply there!
  my darling , my wife, you made my world , my life! 

Robert L. 05-09-2014

Free verse is fun.... even easier when smitten with love and grace of a truly fine woman..

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House, you have sheltered me,

And kept me safe from harm,

The elements cannot reach me here,

House, you look upon me with love,

Yet something is amiss,

A missing piece for me,

As if you were to miss a shingle and leak,

House, full of life you are,

Yet so miserable am I,

For love is all you have ever shown me,

And still you stand against the grain and the passage of time,

My heart, should it not be joyous for the plenty you bring?

Yet torn are many a shingle straight from bone,

Cracking, snapping as if twigs underneath my own two feet,

House, I love you so,

But today,

Yes, today you feel empty in my soul.

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A kaleidoscope of life swirls,
Rising and retreating,
The aura of its abundance joyously alive
With honeysuckle rabbits 
And the pine needle sweat of children.
All animate, a scent in the air,
Breathed on a lightening wind
Of creations God intended
But never got around to.

Rankness ascends to rhapsody
As freshly turned fields
Of soured milk and socks
Stoop to mock the dead fish
Floating by the docks,
Because it stinks of cheap cologne.

These sharp, shimmering images,
Their dance becomes diffuse. 
Then disappears.  
With the
Of the

Miraculous visions
Lost...then forgotten,
In the instant of my ecstasy
At the familiar scent of home.    

This poems origin sprang from curiosity about why dogs seemed to like hanging their head out of the car window so much.  It occurred to me that their sense of smell is so developed that they probably form mental images from the odors in the air and that the rushing wind must be like looking through a kaleidoscope to them.  Colors on top of colors or for them, perhaps, smell on top of smell, forming a rush of images until the car slows down - at home!

*Did you know a blindfolded dog can still identify individual rabbits?

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my home is not where i live.
my home is not a single house!
my home is not in a city.
my home is in the country!
cities make me nervous.
i don't like being surrounded by buildings
it makes me really anxious.
i like trees and creeks
dirt roads and acres of privacy!
the only good thing about a city,
is that there are hundreds of freaks.
they are the ones i fit in with.
when im in the city
i miss my home so much.
its almost like a myth.
the winds gentle touch,
as it caresses the leaves.
the clean, fresh air!
and people so nice!
the pain of missing it,
like a vice
on my heart.

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My Second Home

It's been forty eight years that
I've lived in my second home
a home where there were trials
Tears, happiness and triumphs.

A home I can't say is really mine
But i'm free to move and
Express what my thoughts are
What feelings I wanted to reveal.

I can do what I dared do
Nobody tried to stop me
Even the owner of my second home
Gave me the freedom and the will.

Years passed I can sensed that
Something was not the same as before
Day by day my second home
Was becoming uncomfortable.

I can no longer drink refreshing water
I'm becoming sick of the food I ate
I started to feel the aches, the pains
I've never felt before.

Slowly my second home is weakening
She started to feel helpless
She can no longer withstand what I've been doing to her
She was in an excruciating pain.

She turned her back to me
There was revenged in her whole being
Right now I don't know how to control her
She'd been giving me too much of what I don't need.

I'm losing second home
How can I face its real owner
When the time comes He'd ask me
What I've done with His masterpiece....

My second home.

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Ironed Shadows

Ironed Shadows

Her hands lay smooth
the coveralls worn thin
now wrinkled
once charged with earth

Mended armor from
courageous prices paid
embossed with crosshatched mending
stands raised in triumph

A home plate remembered
by innocence long abandoned
players made humble from
a boy's first slide for life

Vapors rise
from sprinkled droplets of water
beneath handled hot steel
making ready once more
the crusted yet unknowing weave
for kneeling of a different kind

Facing forced submission to other games
a purple-robed relentless hand
feeds rewards from gilded plate
accompanied by quiet silver tongue

Such are the scoring points of yet another kind

Youth's pure white
once starched crisp
ever ready for combat
now labors thread bare
atop the shoulders and arms
riding the reach for caramel-lathered memories
chased down with silver chaliced promises of still further kinds

Where is the love-smooth ironing hand now?

Costumes of rumpled thread
made anew by ironed caresses
now like the ether of memory
drift up past the seeing eyes into untethered emptiness

Tread carefully
lest you become wrinkle-free expediency
sliding voraciously into digital home plates
forever kneeling faithfully before promised obsolescent rewards
delivered smilingly from tarnished silver platters

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The Good Samaritan Comes Home

This good Samaritan tending to

this loney neglected grave,

making it look as clean as it

had been in ages.

A tear rolls down his face, knowing

that too much time had passed by,

he should have done this many years ago,

then getting ready to depart he

says Dad, I'm so sorry, please

forgive me, I beg you,

I should have come home sooner,

but was too proud, but now

I'm home to stay; I will make these trips

back here each week and tell you many

things I never got a chance to speak with you

about, I want you to know, that I love you very much.

Written 5-23-11

I had my dad in mind when i wrote this, I have only been to his grave
one time, that was the day of the funeral in 1970 and again in 1990.
   This was also the second part of  Just a Lonely rose, which started out
as one long poem, but shorted for two poems. 

But in this poem I am telling my dad, what i never got a chance to tell
him while he was living.

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Make It Right [[Rap]]

This Is A Quick Rap I Was Thinkin Up. Needs Some Work. And I Need To Work On The 

Boy find your way right/
put down that beautiful glock tonight/ 
yeah the boys callin your name/
sayin tonight you betta have game/
will it really get you fame/
playing with somebodys life/
how you know at home they dont got kids and a wife/
yeah they carry dat gun/
you got dah same one/
dont think they really wanna take away your breath/
put a bullet in your head/
they lookin at you/ 
seeing they own baby growing up too/
hopin that they grow up betta/
learn from daddys mistakes to the letter/
goin on a run/
think a shoot by is fun/
what you gonna do/
when they wanna do a drive by past tha school/
sumbody ends yah home brothas life/
so you go after them to fix it thinking revenge makes everything all right/
you get locked up just a kid/
now your whole life is gonna end/
death is in strife/
its not your decision who gets life or to die/
so boy think about this tonight/
before you get shot, caught, and end up in the pen iight/
sit down and close yah eyes/
dont answer when they start callin from outside/
put that beatiful glock down tonight/
get out before its too late and babii boy/
make your life right/

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If I Were A Fly

If I were a fly on the wall I would
Never sleep,

I would hear all

See all

If I were a fly on the wall I would
Tell all.

No, don’t think so

You might as well forget about
The thing called sleep

I would harass you day and night
And fade into the darkness

I will eat your food and continue
To grow

Bigger and bigger I will grow

I still will retain my power to fade
Within the walls

To my safe haven called home

For this specified state I will surrender
My all

My safety is met within your walls, I
Call home

While I do these treacherous deeds

But I certainly would buy me a
Pair of seeing glasses and

Keep them free of lint and dust

I would perch my self high above
Close to the ceiling,

Your head is my target

Moon pies is my bombs

Just whistling around your head
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz

But, want it be fun?

You’ll dry your face from all the water
That spill’s and leak''s


Excuse me, 

These were not of my intention

Don’t hit me sir, please sir don’t hit

I’ll find another home just let me
Fly away



Into another wall in your house

Close to wherever you sit not to
Miss any fun

In silence I’m thinking of making
Myself a new home

We’ll make our home as we feed and
Become an nuisance

Flying and buzzing, buzzing around your

Singing you will never rid yourself of me

I will only make more of my litter

To infest your home with my off spring

Our species rise to be stronger as one

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How long is a long time?
Or: How long is a life?

If one second passes between the end of two lives,
Enough time to see a shooting star
Enough time to feel the change to winter or spring
Enough time to breathe fresh air...
Was not a lifetime lived in that second?


A hand shake,
Shaking and straining to squeeze
That last bit of toothpaste out
For the little brother of a son
Waiting to clean his teeth.
Nerve-racking anticipation but soon
Off to a bedroom one-fourth the volume
And three times as occupied as a sitcom,
No story tonight, sleepy thoughts by streetlight
Bleeding through the blinds,
From a kitchen halved by a fridge
Four times its used size,
And a goodnight,
All fe no male, a hopeful prayer unanswered,
An uncertain tomorrow in a certain tomorrow.

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I have no address: 
Not north or south; 
Nor east or west, 
Not even a dark shadow in the map. 

I weave in nowhere -- 
Right in the middle, my tent! 

My soup is characters dunked with dawn, 
My bread is a piece of sun. 

I have no money to share with you! 
I swap you only with: idea and
Wings from mirage!

Written by © Fatima Nusairat

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fly in freedom to home or away from captivity in search of new destiny along with thousands high above clouds and to rest and nest in trees below fly in freedom 

fly, in freedom 
fly, to home or away 
fly, from captivity 
fly, in search of 
fly, new destiny 
fly, along with thousands 
fly, high above clouds 
fly, and to rest and 
fly, nest in trees 
fly, below 
fly in freedom 

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Grown? Yes. 
Big and proficient
Religion the father of being
Old-coming the days prior
To all flesh heard of
Then was a baby born
Born on palms, crying and writhing
Without way, merry and say
This was the beauty of days ancient
Seeing nuclei of mystery and greatness sprout 
And religion carried the thing undefined
Round and around, heeding and feeding it
It cried often and wronged often
And was often exonerated a thing minus brain
Now grown it is
Respect, honor and reverence of old no longer
The hands that fed it in past
Has it licked and bitten
It’s turned a beggar without gratitude
To carry religion places absurd
Of philosophies heathen
Whereof it wasn’t taken young
Like the earth being born of the universe
Has learnt  to bear the universe 
Dumping it into the Pacific
Aaaah! A rhetoric eternal
The predator will die before the prey 
Recover your uselessness man
How you began in the flesh
And are now given to end in spirit for free
What a mystery unveiled
There was a way that led you home always 
When you had home none
That’s more reverent than the opportunist that follows the tide
In pockets unmannered we’ve overtaken 
The womb that bore us
And man is a servant become master
Like a child rapidly promoted to sit on the father’s chair
Will the squirrel mock the poor hole 
That saves her from the craving hunter?
Perhaps when the child grows

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House Is Where The Home Is

            House Is Where The Home Is

Doors and windows are never locked at home
Nothing worth stealing.  It's not a castle worth worrying about
I feel like every home, is my home, when I am welcomed in it
Friends and family make me feel that way when we are visiting
Strange people come to my house frequently not speaking English
They must be aliens, my wife would know, as she is a foreigner also
Coincidentally, she and I live together in our house with language mysteries
Baking pies, eating rice and beans, doing other Spanish and English things
We settle differences, our house is a home where we make history

Created on 1/26/15 for SKAT A “Home Sweet Home” – Poetry Contest

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Flowers on the Volunteers' Desk

Flowers are blooming on the volunteers’ desk:
Roses, carnations, a spring bouquet,
Dish gardens and gold mums (a more masculine look,
The florist said).
Blooming like a garden
Of well-wishes and sentiment,
Blooming here in the hospital lobby
(Well, after all, it is spring).
Each vase or container bears a card.
What is its destination?
The new mother in Maternity?
“Oh, how pretty,” as she nurses her baby.
Or the woman down the hall?
Whose baby died after a brief flicker of life.
That’s all she’ll take home (this time): flowers.
Maybe to the tough kid on the third floor?
It was just an appendicitis, “no big deal.”
Next week, (or the next), he’ll be back 
With his friends on Saturday night.
“Hey, look at his scar,” “Cool!”
Maybe that one goes to the old man,
You know, the one who’s dying of…something,
They don’t know exactly….old age?
He’d rather be at home in his garden.
A hospital full of people,
But only enough flowers
To cover the top of the volunteers’ desk.
How many patients, (impatient, really)
Will get nothing today?
Here come the couriers with just a few more.
“Let’s go…..hospitals are depressing.”
Even with (especially with) so many pretty flowers
Waiting on the volunteers’ desk.

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A Kiss- part 1 due to length

All of our lives changed for good.
We’d all change it if we could.
We’d all bring back Clay,
For just another day.
Oh, all the things we would say.
If we knew,
He’d never see the next morning dew.
The hardest thing to say, Goodbye.
Although if we said this, it’d be a lie.
Because we’ll all see him some other day.
Because of the price, the good lord paid.
And in the Lord we will find our strength.
To deal with this time of struggle and length.
Without a person who was so near
So dear
To our hearts
And will be to the end and has been from the start.
Many of us just lost :
A friend.
A Brother.
An Uncle.
A Papaw,
A Son.
But for me and my sisters,
We lost the one who used to cover our blisters.
The one who changed our dirty dippers.
And when we would cry, he’d act as windshield wipers
The one who tries to help us cope.
The one that for us has high hopes, 
The one when we’d mess up, he’d get mad.
The one we got to call dad.
I’m sorry for being mean, rude, obnoxious, loud.
But ill do my best to make you proud
It’s hard not knowing.
The pain I believe is showing.
We don’t ever know,
When it’s someone’s time to go.
We leave them with anger and rage,
Without a thought that soon
All too too Soon
Have to start a new chapter. Turn the page.
With the lights turned down dim.
Without him.
Looking into the future may seam a little grim
Not knowing what to do without him.
The way he’d rub my feet, 
After I came home tired and with defeat.
The way he would just talk and talk.
And back on the trail, we’d walk and walk.
Or maybe even ride our bikes.
Either way its all alike.
Picking a few of the prettiest flowers
And at home in a vase they’d tower.
Wishing he was still here.
Because his time just didn’t seam near.
It isn’t what any of us would of thought.
Its what any of us would of fought.
Many of us fighting it now.
Sitting with silence and tears wondering how?
Haven’t eaten. Haven’t slept.
But the Lords plans we’ll soon have to accept.....

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Fifteen years old,friday starts the weekend Kev and myself finished school,decieving our perants we were sleeping elsewhere, intentions being hitchhiking to London from Middlesbrough (365 miles) A football match our destine, Fulham be it. Maybe 15 minutes we got our first lift,that landed us at Nottingham. Into a service station,when we were fortunate for another that took us fifty miles along the motorway. Approximately 4.30 am,we walked for miles,pitch black not a car in sight, or those that passed,couldn`t see us. Junction after junction,hopes begining to fade daylight taking over black skies. To our delight,a car pulled over,running to it thanking him, the man turned out to be a friends inlaw he had travelled from our home town, dropped us at Kings Cross station. Headed to Peckham,Kev`s Aunty a hearty breakfast she served saying our goodbyes,onward we went. Destination accomplished,Craven Cottage. Winning the game, an added bonus to our travels a bigger bonus,a lift home on our mates coach arriving home maybe 9.30 pm still to this day our parents non the wiser.

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Gravel roads untill the blacktop came.
What was once home is now foreign.
I left town in emotional rain.
When I came back it started pouring.
This town is my home I can handle the change.
It's on a personal note why I grew up estranged.

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When You're Young

When you're young you think it will last forever and a day.

The future is not in your plans, just today and getting your homework done.

waiting for the weekend and summer vacation.

After you're through school you go find yourself a job,

or college takes up your time, things have not changed, you

still wait for the weekend or your two week vacation.

Time is passing you by, but you're still not thinking of old age.

That is for other people, not for me.

Then for some marriage and a family comes along.

As you watch your kids grow up, you start to wonder,

man where have these years gone to.

As your children start getting ready to leave home

you wonder old age is not for me, I don't have time for it,

I'm still young yet.

Now that the kids have left home you tell your wife now we can

do want we want, now that the kids are not living at home anymore.

One day you look in the mirror and say who is that old guy?

Am I that old person that I have been saying I was not to become, but

am now.

The grandkids start coming along and you are so proud

it brings you so much joy every time they come over,

you finally retire so you can enjoy those beautiful grandchildren

even more, you have become that old person you didn't want to

become, but then you say to yourself,

it is not that bad of a deal,

having these little grand babies

here has made it all worth while

my life is not over, it is only

beginning, old age is not that bad.

Written 6-21-11

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Love into a home

Just waking up,
wondering where your at.
Not recognizing the room.
Then remembering,
it's the new house.
Its nice, simple.
Quiet for a while.
Get up to go to the bathroom,
forgetting hes right there,
then coming back, remembering.
Laying next to him,
head on his chest.
Beating of his heart,
the calm breathing,
feeling the warm love from his body.
Feels so good, to be loved like this.

Getting up later that morning,
Still unpacking, wandering around.
Laughing and having fun.
Enjoying the time with him,
loving every moment of it.
Running and making fun,
chasing and catching.
Making a house, into a home.
Being filled with people that love you most.
The best feeling there is,
is being loved. 
Even they arn't your family.
But soon enough,
they will be family. 
Even if the don't,
they will always be my family.

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Round and Round

Funny how all these branching roads
so frequently turn into circles.

Before, I dreamed of adventure.
I dreamed of service, of travel,
of the unknown; of things
few others get to claim.

And now that such are mine,
or elsewise in easy reach,
I find the impending voyage home
more than luxurious, more than exquisite;
I just want this road to circle there
for longer than this brief visit -
but ever will it lead on.

Before, I made my way
by the touch of my muse,
the caress of the wind,
arms of the rain and light of the moon.

For months I was grounded,
viciously, to reality; forced to walk
amid an effusion of sweat, pain, and pride.
And now that those two worlds
have finally met,
I'm gradually circling back
to the more ephemeral world of yesteryear.

Before, I yearned for love -
longed for the sweet embrace
of one desired and devoted;
one to walk with, truly akin by the heart.

Now, 'tis much the same -
'twas put on pause for a time,
and I can't speak with certainty
on whether I was closer then, or now.
But after that hiatus from the heart,
I've quickly made my way 'round,
to dreams of a woman who laughs and dances in the rain.

You watch yourself move on,
change a little.
You look in the rear-view mirror
as you drive these dark, foggy roads -
you watch growth and tremors
in your reflection in the pond,
and see the past in the future.

The circle of life isn't simply
a song, an idea -
'tis a sight that unfolds before every eye,
if one cares enough to watch.

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Such a long time ago
So very far away
The true memories fade
Replaced by idealistic thoughts
Streets change
The ones you walked are now dead end
Dug up to make room for a new dance club
Even the street you grew up on doesn’t look the same
Buildings change names and shapes
People move away or die
Even the love of you teenage life is long gone
Your favorite food has long past gone
Smitty always made the best chili burgers
Where is he now?
His placed closed up decades ago
There no more family run food joints
They changed into national burger stands
The local personality has died
They say that you can never go back
That home will never be as you remember it
For once they are right
You can never go home again

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Upon the new day

Upon the starting of the day
as the shore streches out before me
and laying upon the beach a stranded tree 
covering it were the myjestic treasurs of the sea
looking upon all the beauty i realize this is just the starting of a new day
one where things will be brighter, happier 

Later in this new day I meet a man on the road 
I stop and ask him if he needs a hand 
he gladly accepts my help with a smile and a sigh of relief
He never spoke but he had a look that would make the most hard of men smile
when I finished he nodded and I was on my way further into this new day

I walk on as the day continues on
things are looking real good for the hours to come 
I started home to enjoy the rest of this day with my wife
I reached the last two blocks to my humble home on the hill 
as I crossed the street a car sped by and I was crushed without knowing what happend

I lay there dying alone in the street
the people in their homes called 911 
the ambulance was rushed out there 
I was slipping fast into the darkness of the night
I died that night before I even reached the doors of the hospitle and when I did leave our 
earthly realm I followed the light to the gates of the judgement place before 
heaven and hell there I met the old man from before and he said I was a good man ,
the first words I had herd the man speak and then I was thrown back in to a whirl wind and i 
awoke with a jerk in the hospital where my wife sat watching as the doctors jumped back in 

Start your Life upon the new day and help those in need it may save your life one day....

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Oh homeland  
Which pallor infects your face! 
Is it poisons you swallow 
Or the darkness of death?! 
Ah my homeland: 
My mouth - your mouth full of sand, 
My dress - your dress spotted with sweat,  
And mice bite my dreams and yours! 
Oh homeland 
As tale of fragrant you are!
And the wind - as wolves
Eating away your body silk
Till bleeds jasmine.
Oh homeland
Do not ask us for all this death
Do not ask!
Death is wolf, and the den in us.
Ah my homeland
All the winds are transient 
Only you remain!

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The Mystery Box

                The Mystery Box

The metallic box housed four puzzled people
Imprisoned two boys and two girls of undetermined age or origin
Uniformed in gray attire with no insignia's or other clues
They stayed as choice was not an option
To reason out a plan or what to do  
No idea of what was going on
Trapped in limbo for the moment near hysteria
A black and white world of secret
They looked at one another as total strangers
Perhaps a military exercise of sorts was afoot
Or experiment gone wrong without a warning
Odd surroundings now measure out their lives
No memories remained of how this happened  
Their accommodations consisted of an empty floor
Dimensions undetermined
Four walls with an opening up above
Defined the absolute detention
Overlooking existence beyond the room
Just past the squared off rim 
There could be nothing out there
And exposing nothing more for exploration
Except an empty sky void of color 
The box too high to climb from
No doors, no props, to reach the exit at the top
Outside a mystery prevailed
That caused them deeper fears
Nothing stirred or moved in sky or ground
Not a single thing perceived
Speculations filled in their days
No one remembered anything
Not even names and numbers
In this existential game
This must be some sort of joke or prank
Was this an alien world?
Were they abducted?
And with a lack of facts
No rhyme or reason
All their thinking for escape is simply reaching
No one hears a thing within
Not even screaming
Mysteries in a box without a name, remain

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The Missing Piece

She has always loved jigsaw puzzles
as far back as he can remember
she gets at least one a year
and leaves it on the kitchen table until it's done
she gets the 1000 piece puzzles now
her latest one is of lighthouses

They talk a lot on the phone
he started college a couple months ago
she loves to hear about his day
anything, everything he does
it doesn't matter what they talk about
because all she really wants to hear

is his voice

"I've been working on this thing since August"
he can tell she's really irritated
"1000 pieces, and I can't find the last damn piece"
he tries not to let her hear him chuckle
she has no idea how funny she is when she gets mad
it's November and after all the time she's put into it
she's sitting there on the other end of the phone
totally pissed because one piece is missing
"And it's right in the center where it's glaringly obvious"

When he walked in the door, he could smell the pumpkin pie
it was great to be home for Thanksgiving
he almost fell over when he came in the door
because she ran through the kitchen
and threw herself at him, laughing
and crying, and he spun her around

She's so happy he's home for a few days
he's going to help her put up the Christmas tree
just like they've been doing for years over the Thanksgiving holiday
she's also hoping she can talk him into steam cleaning the carpet
and replacing the balcony screen door

"Tomorrow I'm getting the turkey in early so we can eat by noon"
Any time was fine with him, as long as he can be here
"I'll make you a sandwich while you put your stuff away"
He walked past the kitchen table towards his room
"And if I'm lucky, maybe he'll find that damn puzzle piece" she mumbled under 
her breath
With his bag slung across his shoulder
He glanced at the jigsaw puzzle
"That's great" he thought to himself as he noticed

The center piece isn't missing anymore

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After the Mushroom Clouds Have Gone

being in this tin womb, dark and safe,
that's the thing; inside the dark corners 
and air-lock doors, it's a floating life 

toothpaste and pureed stew float by;
still, here's not to dwell on the minutiae
and other small things

and the silent solar-wind powers on, 
while below, the earth, the sea, the clouds, 
the blue and green, the tempered purple hues,
tinge brown

and if from the land you peer up here, 
from where the earth is dying, you'll see
me sigh, through flocks of hope, 
and notice that I'm crying

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To a Fellow Sailor

Docked on an opposite shore,
peering through round portholes
as the river who flowed me to different landscapes
slips past, current furious:
not quite a pleasure cruise.
No swimming pools splashing over onto the smooth wood
of a polished deck furnished with plastic, 
but stormy excursions into the foamy sea,
threats of sinking, of capsizing, of mutiny. 

I miss that ocean; I didn’t think 
I would love him so much,
but, after my boat wobbled in the foam
and I slipped into the sea without a life-vest,
after I submerged my head with the dolphins and squids
and waited for the water to transform me
into a finned mermaid with oysters in my hair,
I felt at home in its salty swiftness,
safe in its kelpy arms, hidden in its coral fortresses.

And when my tongue, dried from salt and solitude,
began to salivate for the buttery sunshine,
something issued an anchor
into the sockets where my wisdom teeth once grew,
and I surfaced, dripping salt water, breathing. 

And although the chain between us
has since grown rusty with tugging and pulling,
new docks, different boats and captains,
the sea is still easily crossed,
as easily as music attaches itself 
to cold moonlight.

So, maybe our boat has hit a few icebergs – 
but the Eskimos have patched the holes 
with pine needles and chocolate syrup;
and the boiler room doesn’t make me sweat and sigh– 
but it leaves me with a tight chest and 	
the warmth felt when, 
returning after a long voyage, you finally see 
the shores of home . 

I love you still, brother:
and the sails are full of wind.

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My own little garden

My dearest little garden
that grows my plants
The finest yard of numerous
that holds my beauty
My wholeness that grants my draft.
My obese garden that stays and stands
Even though you know I am a Yokel.
I owe you much
My till, till and till.
My own mine, I whole you all
Cos you have stood by me
In no place and less vacuum.

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The Casting of The Rope

The casting of the rope imbues me with the power to sail away,
It seems like such a final thing though I know I’ll return some day.
My love I leave behind, for he wouldn’t sail the deep blue sea.
His love for his home and books, was greater than the love he held for me.

I wish I could have stayed, but the sea my heart does truly call.
Waves, wind, and motion, will always hold me in their thrall.
The horizon beckons my name, along with every waiting port of call.
While his nose is in his books, I will truly experience it all.

I will view the sites as only, living it can bring,
I will hear the sounds and smell the smells; life brings into being.
I will know the language of the dolphins and the power of the sea,
I will feel the mighty wind and the salt spray, as they come to me.

In each port I will savor the flavor of their foods, as I would savor him.
So why, oh why, will my true love not consent to be with me, in truth?
I laid my heart at his feet and bared all my soul as it is, in the end…
But he cast the ropes and my yearning heart free, he would not unbend.

So there he lingers in his home, while my heart and home are upon the sea. 
Why, oh why, would my true love… not consent to come with me?

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Will Today be the Last Day

Will today be the day?
The day you walk out of my life forever?
The day you never speak to my mother again?

This morning when you left,
you slammed the door,
cursed up a storm,
and didn't even say goodbye.

Everyday I wonder,
will today be the last day?
The last day I ever see my daddy again?
My mother has her suspicions,
and so do I.

Coming home late from "work"
never getting anything done,
never being home on time.
Even I am beginning to wonder,
when will he get kicked out?
Will he stay another day?
Will he even live another day?

I wake up and expect to hear arguing.
I come home and expect the house to be tore up.
Then, is when my thoughts race.

When I come home from school,
will he be there?
With a gun? A knife? 
A box of chocolates?

How many nightmares can one girl have in one night?
When will they stop?
When I wake up in the morning,
I can't wait to leave for school.

I'm tired of the yelling.
I'm tired of the threats!
Will today be the day?
The day I never see my dearest daddy again?

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In Limbo

For all you patriots, for all you who have a home to call, I both pity and 
In my short life, I have come to find out that the realization of having no home is heart 
And after so many years of licking my wounds, it seems they still bleed,
for as I write this my heart clenches itself in a tight embrace, and my 
eyes blink away the misty haze.
So I come to ask, how is it I find myself without a home, how is it I feel a flaming patriotism 
towards Lebanon, 
yet I know its streets less than some of those who would have it burn? 

I was two when I left Lebanon, memoryless
I return, every summer, and sit in the houses of my grandparents, always: I feel out of place.
I am there, remembering the times of my past summers, 
as I fell and scraped my knees on Lebanon’s rocks, as I fought with its children and ate of its 
And still I feel Lebanon, its people and its cedars, have moved on every time I left in August, my 
month of mourning,
and I am still two, with no memory of home, just a feeling of longing,
I am an anchor cast in a bottomless sea, truly, I am
in limbo.

© Samir Georges

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Song of a Prairie Fire

The choir sings off key. The notes creating 
A burning prairie in the darkness
As their voices rise and fall in the crackle 
Of dry grasses groaning and snapping
and the deep bass of the wind howling, smoke rolling
Inside the Belle where the audience, 
A pallet of reds, yellows, browns, clouds of gray,
sits, lifeless, heads nodding.
And a baby’s cry pulls eyes to the back
Where an apologetic mother shuffles 
between knees and seats singing her own song. 
“Sorry,” whispers. “Excuse me.
Shhhhh. Shhhh.” She rocks the baby.
Exits back.
And the fire still burns in the throats of the choir
Pulsating like the flames
Which swirl and devour the dry grasses
Consuming, taking, trembling in fear
And we shift in our seats, lifeless, heads nodding, 
Waiting to exit back.

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I Am

I am not a perfect person,
My hair doesn't stay in place,
I spill things a lot,
I seem pretty clumsy,
I sometimes fight,
Some days nothing seems to go right,
But when I think of you Lord,
And take a step back,
I remember how amazing my LIFE is,
I just start to see that maybe,
I would be better off imperfect,
As how else would I learn...
What you have tought me Lord...

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2014

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Northern Stillness

This Poem is for the referential poetry contest and was inspired by Cotton Pickin' Paradise by Tim Ryerson

Well north of the bustling city
before the crackle of nights winter fires
hard hats, black backs and frozen fingers
shiver starkly in time with their iron picks
sharp strikes upon the icy earth,
shattering the frozen northern stillness

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Never Again

I walk along this path
I walked so long ago
I felt its hard wrath 
As I ran

Ran and Ran until I couldn't breath
I stumbled to my knees
How could they have done this 
Before I was in such bliss

They told me its a time to end
It was me they tried to bend
I Bent till I broke
I tried to swallow it all but Choked

I left my home town
To live in a new
I felt forever down
My feelings stretched and grew

I went back to when I ran 
I run as fast as I can
I run till I reach the lake
Everything hit me like a quake

I stopped and stared at the open water
All my emotions I wanted to slaughter
I nealed down and looked at my reflection
The land was my protection

I cried looking out
My whole life I began to doubt
Every promise was ever broken
All the words left unspoken

It flowed out of me like a river
It left me a simple shiver
I feel so alone 
I want to run home

Running home forever
And leaving never
Never again
Im leaving this pain

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Lava Java

There once was a boy Named Java Lava Joy. One day Java was climbing a mountain To get to the fountain At the mountain top. Suddenly he heard a bop! Then came bursting so much lava Down the side of the mountain that Java screamed with terror! He wasn't aware of the lava's color Or the lava's burning heat! Java jumped off the mountain and landed on his feet! He ran to his mother, packed their bags, took some other family members, and caught a plane. Even though he would rather go stay with his brother than stay with his aunt and uncle, Aunt Rant and Uncle Runckle. They'd prepared for lava over ten years The thought made his eyes filled with tears! But everything was better when they got there And after a while he did not care. Aunika Alch Age 11

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Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.

Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.

With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.

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Chico the Wino

He drifted into town one day.
We didn't ask his name
Or where he came from.
(Some guessed way up north.)
They called him Chico the Wino.

We didn't muse or ponder
That he was some mother's son --
Jack or Joe or Jim or John --
Who went over there
And couldn't go home again.

We didn't know what he did in the war
Or what the war did to him.

We were just boys
Not quite men,
But he let us be his friends.
He was old -- maybe 25.
His hair was thick and white.
We marveled at that
But we didn't ask why.
His skin was smooth and tan
Except for a circle
Where a ring had been.

He wasn't melancholy or grim --
He could tell a lie or spin a yarn
Or joke and laugh with the guys
 (Except for his eyes)

We found him one day on his cot
Clutching his last bottle of Muscatel.
In his other hand an ancient tin
Crammed with medals
And one golden band.

Somewhere a mother mourns
For Jack or Joe or John or Jim --
For the son who went over there
And never came home again.

Somewhere a young bride
Touches the pillow where he had lain --
The lover who never returned --
And weeps for what might have been.

The mother's son,
The young bride's lover
Were lost far away
In a violent land
And now Chico the Wino
Has at last found what he sought;
His war is over; Peace is bought.

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War Socks

Walking home tonight
the bourealis at its peak
walking in the circles in my mind
of the maze of the mansion
i realise i am wearing camoflauge war socks
and marching home peacefully
and as the gods told me it was time to take reality for a walk
i closed my eyes and saw the blueprint i had
and then just described it

now i'm thinking of the flag in my room of the pirate skull
and my other blue pair of socks
with the crossbones and skulls on them
and i knew with these posters of all these beautiful men around me
a mirror i tell less attractive people
to tell themselves four good things about themselves
a mirror in the shape of a bike tire
to exercise inner demons

but the planes flying over head understand wether or not we march for the socks
of meaning or the posters of the slide of beautifull people and mirrors
of vanity and selfish needs

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Your mother called you ugly-
when you brought home our child
But trust the only thing more beautiful-
is the innocence of our newly born child

When you brought home our child-
they laughed at the trials you brought
But trust your beauty is priceless-
ugly inside from the evils they sought

But trust the only thing more beautiful-
is the choice you made to carry new life
To bring new joy to the world-
a messiah you will pay no ransom for life
Your smile that fill us with grace-
sometimes you are unaware the look on you face
The look that tells us all truths-
of how your heart was made whole
And how easy this life is now-
that you bore the pain, legendary so bold

Is the innocence of our newly born child
pharaoh of modern times he'll become
For from the depths of your soul's beauty
You gave me a son

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Oh Tongue,
What a wonderful organ you are?
You are a two side of a coin;
With you i speak,
Without you am a dumb being,
With you i taste the testable, share 
feelings and emotions.
With you i sin, lied, conspire, deceives 
and confess,
You bring fortune, good-luck and 
happiness to man,
And with you sorrow, sadness and 
misfortune is brought upon man.
With you life can be taken and can be 
With you they can be war and with 
you peace can be restored.
With you sweet home can be wrecked 
and wrecked home can be build.
Oh Tongue,
Why did you bring misery, chaos,
 to man”s life and to this world.

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Living in the darkness
Sighing in the night
Wanting it to go away 
Wishing for the light 

Everything is broken 
Everything is trashed
Everyone was looking 
Watching as I crashed

No one could look away 
Seeing what I'd done
Watching me in agony
Waiting to see me run

Dying was easy
It felt like home
Darkness is my friend 
I knew it all along

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A Ride Home

Hiding from the cheating wind
to consider an old class ring in 
the glove box. It was a lonely
night to be pursuing this odd
old safely bound childish treasure.
Yet, the sun was rising early like
a Norwegian pumpkin the heat from
the ominous intruder like a fried duck.
I decided to leave  but the old Chevy
decided to crash. So I was stuck for a
ride in the middle of the spinning desert
finally someone stopped and I popped in
I noticed he drove like a Canadian
Mongoose so I was safe.

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Wanderers And Home

where are you running off to, Oh wind?
There are no devils to chase you,
and nothing can stand in your way.
you are always born and Death
can never hold you in his arms.
yet you seem lost, restless
wandering through space and time
here and there, here and there.
For ever everywhere.

Where do you go wind? where is your home?
Or do you like me have no such place?
then shall we be companions;
wandering to places and times
unknown. In search
among the ruins you and I created.
May we go in search?
And if such a place is never found,
and nothing but hope survives, 
may we remain together?
Endless wanderers, in this eternity.

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Drawers I Have Known

The thing about drawers,
they hide clutter.
If company's coming,
do a bit of “stuff it” cleaning; 
throw stuff in a drawer, and close it. 
Neatness counts.

The problem evolves -
how to remember - what went where.

“Where’s the thermometer?”

“I don’t know. 
It should be in the linen closet.”

“Well, it isn’t!”

“Try drawer number seven.”

“That’s the first place I looked.”

Drawer number seven
is the ‘catch-all’ drawer.
Of all the drawers I have known,
drawer number seven
is the most fascinating.
If you go rummaging,
you never know what you’ll find.

Rosemary Clooney’s song,
“Come Ona My House” expresses
her desire to give you everything.

If you come to our house,
we might match her desire
but I’m not sure we’d know
where to find stuff.

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third place

i'm sitting on the table 
shining my best
hoping to show
that i'm more than that title plated across my golden exterior
at the end of the day
they take the first and second but me they left behind
feeling unwanted and unappreciated
just wanted to be in a home where everyone would be proud of me
but instead i don't matter i'm in last place so they leave me here
if i had a face
you would see my tears
then that one day a girl came last and i was assigned to her
she held me up with so much pride
took me home and polished me till i shine
at that point i was happy
because before i would long for someone to take me home
when someone would pick me up i rejoiced and had hope
only to feel disappointed when they put me back and walked away
but with her i was like a first in her eyes
for the first time in my life i wasn't third anymore

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Loss but gained memories

He went as  he came, quietly, but not alone
His family and friends gathered
to see him home and pray that now he is pain free

No black was worn colours only he would say
its a good time, not really leaving you, I leave you
memories,  some good some maybe not, but memories are memories.

No more tears for me, I am all around, you will see me everywhere
in all things you do.  Occasionally an  inner voice will say
" Tad would have...................... when  triggered off. 
  Just think of me until  memories fade.

So we said our goodbyes to Tad , made promises to keep in touch
with family and friends as one does on these occasions. Went back home to our memories, never to forget.

Nov 3rd 2012

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newport, ohio

newport, ohio
two bars for the thirsty
one catholic church 
for the sinners to be forgiven
one gas station
so us country folk
don't run out of gas
one big country concert
in july up the road
one 75 year old man
who runs  a quiet 
slaughter house
a quaint little town
on a busy state route

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Airport terminals betray many turbulent thoughts,
as lives pass and friends fly, far away.
I sit here in this chair, wondering when
I'll ever see such faces again.

Some tears have already made their way down,
forcing themselves to the sad surface.
When shaking hands with your teacher and your friend,
hugging the ones who've made you whole - it is what it is.

More, however, are yet to come.
As we taxi out on the runway, departure-bound,
I see behind my eyes this scene on the silver screen;
and lo, what plays out before my glistening eyes.

A soft melody breaches my ears and my mind,
tag-teaming with the past
to bring forth such savage depths;
drops, slowly, continue to fall.

As I think of those I will always miss,
no matter how close or how undeniably far;
as this is born into life on the page;
I ache for home.

I know what I am;
I fight for all things familiar.
I gave up my right to not feel this,
to defend others' rights never to.

A man dear to me once told me
that I've done my share. No matter how long it's been,
just the first step was enough, he said.
That I owe nothing more.

I hope he's right.
I hope, when this is over, that I can find
all these faces. That I can find
my way back once more.

Maybe one day I can figure out
how to listen.
Maybe one day, I'll live for me;
maybe one day I'll believe him.

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A week to i aspired!

No office no studies anymore
A week to do something for-
Happiness of the pretty soul
Yearned for a break so long
Prepared a pleasing plan…
Give time to loved ones home
No longer feeling of being alone.
Early Morning Prayer to care
Shower blessings today to ever
Then an ecstatic dine together.

A trip to start some adventure
See beautiful sights with recite
Fearing away haunted fears
Living life in true dimensions
Capturing pictures in digital sense
Back home with reminiscences.
Enjoyed days one to four
With a voyage longed for
Without any worries in mind 
Realizing wishes in store…

Another tale to come on floor
Unwrap the reading pleasure
Let the fantasy world explore
Insights to thoughtful galore
True two days to compose more
Burning lamp to enlighten hope
In lives of God’s home for old
Sharing laugh among faces of Gold 
Whole day more than pure
True living as thoughts enrolled

Week of being true Human being
Each day going with I meant “Me”
Circling life with family tree
Angel bliss! Days of glee…

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Home Forclosure

todays the day the awful day
they come to take my home away
head cases with suit cases
never a rush
but still races

is this the end how did it come to this
first my health then my job then wife
these very walls supported me my whole dam life
built by my father with his very own hands
now the baliff is taking my family lands

just one more month i had said
just last week on the phone
but the bank said no 
we just want your home

well i thouht ahead plotted carefully my next home
at least in my new home ill be left in peace and alone
not much family left here so i wont be much missed
just say goodluck to the neighbours
then one last time ill get pissed

they came on time with piece of paper in hand
knock knock on the door 'sir its time to leave your land'
no response from within perhaps hes already left
baliff enters open door to give house a check
hed left alright done it his own way in his own place
his lifeless body swung gently , hint of a smile on his face 

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A Man Of Few Words

A moment in time,  time to realize just who
I am & where I stood in life.
To look into the eyes of my mentor & watch him
as he cried.
Tears of Honor, Respect & Pride
My proudest moment in life, was
telling my Pops,  I had joined the Army.
Letting him know I was ready to fight.
Standing there with a stupid look on my face,
I wasn't sure just what he'd say.
I thought he would be angry but he seemed 
to be okay,
Blinking my way, past tears of my own.
Trying to show him, I was brave.
I said, "It's Time for me to leave place,
time to leave where I was, raised.
As he wiped away a tear running down his face,
he turned to me and said, "keep your head low & your spirit high
make sure you come home safe.. 
On the morning I left, he shook me in bed,
then said, "Don't forget what I told you
keep you head low & your spirit high
make sure you come home safe".
then he turned and walked away.

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At Home for the Weekend

Mother smells like an old kitchen sponge
Father sips coffee from his chipped mug
Faye hums a melody searching for rhythm
The old dog lying on his back fully exposed
I should visit more often
As I left my feet for Faye to sweep
I fold the newspaper in halve
The kitchen table's front left leg
Is supported by an old dictionary
And the conversation is lost for words.

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Down the Mountain

Down the mountain  
Were sound travels quickly
Away in horizon,
Were sun rise lazy above the clump
Where fear, hides underneath
two rivers of fire and water.

Down the mountain  
a shadow different than shadows
Whenever noon stands,
Sick shadow in front of me,
walks above dusty road.

My hands were clinging to clouds
Dug up the earth, 
For calls from homeland,
A homeland were still the scene of blood
In the glow of morn!

My lips were not yet
Recovered from counting- 
It was about a thousand,
After thousand 
Puzzled weighted poems

Governed by rhymes
Governed by love or war
Could it be I never know
as well, said Zeus,
as well responded Helen.

Down the mountain  
Dream was born amid nebula's collar,
was a winged, 
Cleaves east deserts  
Night after night,
Gone lost, where lost in sand
a golden homeland.

Written by © Fatima Nusairat

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3 AM Whistles

AM Whistles
A Poem by Debbie_Philly 

The whistle blows in the distance
Clear rhythmic motions of the night
Sleepy, groggy ready for rest yet
My brain races

Listening to the ever present clatter of the
Train in intervals calm my mind
Laying here with mild and comforting
Breezes enveloping me

It is the sound of the 3 am locomotive
That lull’s me into a restless dream state
Adventures await my dreams tonight
Filled with nocturnal surprises

Spring nights in the city can sometimes
Be still bringing the sense of nostalgia
To mind flooding me with memories
Of childhood and peace at least in
This uneasy nomadic night
By : Debbie Kelly

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My Own, My Native Land

The golden grain stretched out like sheets
upon the Kansas plain, like birthright,  innocent
behind the festered sun.
Some were unaware of upstarts 
in the rolling Minnesota countryside,
defiant to the blistering avalanche of corn.

There were the sidewise glances,
prudent in their reticence, worn pencils
tucked behind their bibs, the markets'
vagaries aswim, Chicago far the east of home.

In Iowa as well,
the warriors of the plough,
the timeless men of bread,
the conquerors of earth and sinew, 
beast and baronet,
to thread the cloth of motherland
before our birth.

Thereto in Illinois,  my cradle sanctuary
nested from the mountains
and the alien sea; I was the listener
within this deep midwestern ground.

It is not still where I have been;
the voices and the footfalls
make their print in time
and may not be erased.

And though my ashes fly in space
my breath, my bliss, my bower
rests forever in the heartland of the earth.

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sitting in a quiet room
with only one light on
the light makes its way
across the objects in its path
over to me

sounds permeate the air
the silence is buzzing
but I can't hear what you are saying
over the noise and the laughter
that surrounds you

can you feel me shivering
waves moving over my skin
do you feel a chill in the air
a draft that slips through
to where you are

you have slowly become
a part of me
every memory of you
recorded in my mind
not only the words
but the space between the words
the silence that is filled
with the truth

the unspoken truth
yet so tangible
the truth that hangs in the air
so close to words
mingling and mixing with
sarcasm and humor
that it hides again

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There's a black hole in the peaceful blue I've torn open 

I stand on the event horizon against it's vacuum, like wind to a boulder

I shake off the delirium focus my eyes and collect my thoughts

In the distance i see an orange  shining star and 8 planets

The change of scenery is blissful, but I can not rest here

Scared but determined, my knees tremble as I prepare to lasso the comet

I know this steed well in my 76 years and there's no need to tame it

As I get off at the milky-way and ride the rocket home

I smile in anticipation to the common man's woes.

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Pay Anything For It

Pay Anything For It
We are damaging the base  and
painting the idols on the tower
The decorations will do nothing
Strengthen the base always
Digging is going on for a long 
To weaken the base and to collapse
The safety of us will be in peril
To fill their pockets and home ,They will do anything.
They are weakening this base
Their homes will be in light and
Their faces will carry smiles
But our homes will be in dark and
Our days will be in troubles
All these will happen  if we fail to protect our wall
Fear is the weapon to control 
Create it on our home force
Wipe their tears at their pains  and 
Treat them with cordial
Take a charge of all sides in your hand
Put a clutch to all narrow unfair elements
Safety of nation and people  is the foremost goal
To achieve this pay anything for it

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Valley Life

dirt twirls and dances between the rows 
in slow curly q archs 
with the same meandering intensity of a lazy summer afternoon as the sun beats down leaving 
shimmering specks like a great photo voltaic pond 
slightly bending visual acuity in the process 
leaving behind a kind of dreamlike haze
just as easily forgotten as remembered 
all this is the backdrop to the steady hum of the John Deer
moving earth with an unhurried confidence 
one chunked plot of land at a time
no more no less 
all the while the lone hawk looks on from its power line throne 
on the corner crisp apples  are sold
dipped in caramel and sold on  a stick 
to the bouncing children energetic from the long car ride 
all is well in the central valley  

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Crowds sweep past   anonymous
Each a lost individual.  
A  Russian voice  unsmiling -
The girl looks  western with heavy mascara
Trying to ape  a skinny euro-model.
Her man could have stepped from a tv show - 
Russian face with blue jeans and  MP3 in ear. 
They are  a lost nation.
The folk-tune accordion on the corner
Is drowned  by decibels of ABBA
And ostentatious  noise 
From SUVs and stretch limos.

Cyrillic letters are swamped with latin alphabet
McGonalds is brighter and bigger than home cafes
Home  signs  are outshone by  Cepsie Pola
The  palaces  are topped with neon not crosses.

Native culture has committed suicide
It has left home in search
Of an alien ideal


Mariinski Theatre was better known in the west for many years  as the Kirov Theatre.

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The Streets Of The Danged

I was a vampire that night.
My fangs were red and orange with candy corn.
My face was smeared white with sweat and paste
Causing a ghoulishly acrid taste to drip into my mouth.

My plan and curfew were quite clear, quite simple:
I needed to suck the mortality out of 4-7 9-year-old female virgins
And be back home in bed by 9:45. (It could be done.)

The week prior I had heard of an un-dead 3rd grader in Transylvania...
Sucked the blood of 100 10-year-old ex-girlfriends 
And still made it home for apples and cheese. 

Yet my own path of hallow'd terror
Could not commence unless I fixed the strap of my candy bucket.
I discarded the flimsy plastic strap for some frightfull-looking bungee cords,
For you see, I was not only the Ruler of the Night, winged and blood-thirsty, 
I was also a genius! (I knew where the tiny bungees were kept.)

With deadened grace I floated slowly out the front door
And into the tar-colored world of shrieks and cries and moms.  

I would show no mercy!
Vanquish all Truth and Light!
And always look both ways 
Before crossing the Streets Of the Dead! 
(And the Danged!)

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The Night Heroes

From the heat of the light I retire
The mind eager, drops the clatters of the noon
For great is the dark’s breeze that cuddles the soul
Ah! Joy of haven the body dreams

But a betrayal, the soul to the body
That lifeless the mind wanders about
Lost in the midst of the past souls street
For hopeless the body is being left to lie

Yet the distant song from the cricket
Joined with the frog’s band music, silently and-
Cunningly lures the soul back to the body
Giving life to that that once wandered

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You will always be my home

You will always be my home
My darling, my sweet,
My life.
Where ever you go
Traveling your path
You will always be my home
My heart, my soul
My life.
Whenever you feel alone
Any place on this planet, or next
You will always be my home
My love, my being
My life.
Whomever might hold you tight
Arms of mine in tandem
You will always be my home
My beautiful, my daughter
My life.
What ever place you are in
Know that I am present too
You will always be my home
In my mind, in my thoughts
In my life.

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Who Comes From There

People are made of places, they say.
Then show me the mountains growing from your arms,
The sea coursing through your veins,
The bog pouring from your glands,
The ice and wind blowing around and through you.

Where I come from, People are of places and times;
But they are from experiences, from choices made.
The bully: protect self or them; become him, her, or better-ed.
The absence of green: watch others starve; go without it yourself.
The girl: push to relieve oneself; be pushed to relieve.
She-man: to carry is to drown, but you’ll smile all the while.

The smog creeps under the door;
It’s still your decision to face it, to open the door.
Let the fog in, let it become you, let it choke you;
The person there, they are the true you.  Do you like them?
Do you like where you’re from?

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Man, if she could be the one

Tell her you love her,
reassure her
Hold her close and cuddle her 
Treasure her

Go see her, 
no matter how far away she lives
Always make an effort
let her know she is worthy

Let her know 
that she is beautiful to you,
worthy of your love
Hold hands and kiss her

Be unpredictable 
send flowers, love cards 
tokens of love, letters
and appreciation

visit her when sick
Be there for her always
Hold her when sad or upset

Do not be afraid 
to show your feelings
Nor share your hearts desires
Share secrets with her

Spend time together,
relax, have fun and laugh
Give up your seat,
tidy up and play your part

Open doors for her
Guard every word and breath
Make sure she gets home safe with a call; 
better still see her home to the door

If you’d give your life for her 
die for her, defend her, protect her
Then wait for her,
however long it takes

The sex can wait
Man, if she could be the one
with whom to share a life-time together
Respect her …

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Whiskey and Smoke

Back where I come from
The moonshine is both brewed and drank
Where there is a party down by the river
Or out in the middle of a field out in the country

With Old Bocephus cranked up loud
Along with Kid Rock, Skynyrd, and Colt Ford
The bonfire gets lit up
And then we call all the girls

Then what happens next
Depends on what is drank
Whether it is Bacardi, 
Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, 

Even some Budweiser and soda
Some of the guys bring a can of Skoal, 
Copenhagen or Grizzly snuff
Some also bring some good cigarettes

It is at these parties out in the country is
Where all the good times roll, 
Where memories and friends are made, 
And where all the good whiskey and smoke is

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Yes I am African,
And proud to be one.
Yes I am black,
And from the third world,
Full of hunger and 
Poverty and doubt,
Lack of opportunities and 
But am I not alive?
That is enough to love my

My hoolahoop may have 
been an
old bicycle tyre,
My dining table around a 
My alarm clock a cock's 
And my lamp a lantern's 
But sure thing is, it was 
still home.

I may have to comb my 
hair with
a hot comb to make it 
Get thorough beatings 
from the
teacher when late,
Call an aeoroplane a big 
Have my dolls made of 
But thats just home,
And there is nothing to be
ashamed about.

I may choose to walk to 
save ten
Repeat a word severally 
to show
For example...I walked and
walked and walked,
For that is how I believe 
the point
will get home.
Here, William is a whole 
name from Bill,
An octopus a queer type 
of fish,
But thats just home,
And there is nothing 
about it.

Being black doesn't make 
me less
Neither does it hinder me 
things that can be done 
by the
Americans, Europeans, 
It doesn't make me too 
dark for
God to see,
Nor does it stop Christ's 
blood from flowing over 
I am just a product of 
marvelous work,
And so I am proud to be 
Cause God my Creator,
Don't make no junk.

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The Sweet Home

Home, sweet home, is a heaven on earth
The abode of undemanding love and care
Where delight and tranquility reign utmost
Where one shares the joys and sorrows; all
Where the ambience remains beautified ever
Where food and water are partaken together
Where love, sweetness and charm abounds
Where from going out and returning to is
A pleasurable experience, that’s unforgettable 
Where each one is glued mutually, with that
One common and an affectionate bond.

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Infinity Whispers

Oh Whisperer, whisperer of loves endless refrain, the circle turns again
Earthly desires echo in time, your thoughts I feel, echoing through mine
Tapestry of time, mysteries of rhyme, friendly gestures haunt my mind
Subliminal touch, I breathe you within from another place, another time
Tingles across my skin, resounding again deep within the altar of desire
Memories of your smile, echoing in time, once you were mine, so divine
I saw you pass before me as you did in a past lifetime so sublime

I feel you now, a life time ago, in a whispered wish to Selene, to her I did pray
A whispered command to Helios, oh goddess guide her home to me again one day
Aphrodite’s kiss whispered in a potion, promising devotion, show her the way
Yes I sought divine intervention, Artemis’s arrow dipped, sent forth in twilight
Come closer my sweetness, your essence sets my mind on fire, haunted in hindsight 
I remember our parting in an age gone by, I would find you again I pledged by moonlight
As we said goodbye, your last breath upon my skin, by firelight you passed away

Shy glances tempted, a connection invited, memories passionately ignited
Pleasurable senses delighted, winds of Eros swirl within a river of flame
Nature’s hurricane hearts circling in motion, it’s happening again, links in a chain 
A cocktail of earthly pleasures, a feast for the sexual senses, hot n’ untamed 
Meaningful coincidences, souls dancing in reflection, the eternal heart serenades
Familiar resurrection of celestial karmic intention, she’s coming home again
Cosmic alignment of bodies, perfectly timed intervention, memories to be made

Your lust erotically transparent, your desire flammable, contagious ardour 
All caution sparking in the wind, tease you I do n’ smile n’  take it slow, adagio
Lightening strikes, currents electrifying under our skin, champagne in the blood
A thrust of raptures burst from within, surge of sexual minds crashes above
Waves of want, the tide of readiness, alchemically stirred, goddess of Oxytocin
Blending the two in a perfect love potion, Aphrodite whispers her love call ” bona fide”
Agape shines once more in thy heart, eyes transfixed revelations of the soul in this lifetime.

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Bourbon hours

I’m looking forward to more than winter seas
Young and warm we sat across the barn
Bristled against the ground, crushing misted leaves 

Yesterday I slept cold and worn
If I leave you now, we may never be
I’m growing fragile as my nights are torn

She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place 
To roam tonight

I often wonder why you stop and go 
Relaxed against the soil, never mind the snow
My eyes may close, awaken, surely your to go 

Within the wind, we live, we mend
As the night begins, we start to end
You rub my chest, you tell me morning comes

She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place 
To roam tonight

I think she sees me write 
Empty songs 
For lively nights 

I hear them speak, they say we could never be
But here against the wind
There’s only you and me 

She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place 
To roam tonight 

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Autumns Awakens

the autumn smells of home awakens me
the leaves of brown are fallen from the trees
the sights are all around me, now I see
as I walk the hills so free

the farmlands vastly are alive to me
I'm home to walk the hills and see
the animals make nests to sleep
warm thru winter's snow to keep

the smells of freshly baked pies
hams, eggs, breads, fruit arrive
from harvest blessings before my eyes
of hardwork done from summer time

blankets, sheets, rugs out on the lines
washed and dryed just in time
quilts to air out, clean and fresh
before the winter, for the beds to dress

autumn jobs, more or less
busiest times at our best
autumn awakens farmers,
before the snowy winter's rest
before the snowy winter's rest...

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On My Way Home

When day is done and night draws near
   I'll stumble out to greet the waning light

I'll grope for keys to start the old wheels turning
   And head for home again

Thought the time is short, the drive is long
   And all seems in a haze

My mind turns back the pages now
  As alone I start to think

Of days gone by that still remain
   So deep inside of me

Days that filled my soul and more
   So bright the light that shined

But all is past and drive I must
   On my way home again

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Yard Sale

a family exposed
stories of old interests
or tales of lives once lived
turned into a system of money

toys once played with
clothes once worn
books once read
and decorations once used to fill the space in a once empty home

how many people with stories of their own
walk through
and judge a person & their life
all from what they've chosen
to lay out in front of their home

a girl stands by
keeping watch
and remembering what each item used to mean
to herself and to her family

and like dead grass in your front yard,
that you just can't bear to look at
a family makes a change for the better
and decides that selling their old stories
is the best way to make a few extra bucks
to write new ones

(i should stop staring at my neighbors)

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My house (it's a really two-bedroom apartment
On the corner of Moorpark, lineup as if it
Was a firecracker or criminal lot, unshaven, old; 
Overcrowding and unquiet nearby an overcrowded
Avenue filled with prostitutes, hustlers, pimps, etc.)

	In front of my house there were several roses and wild Carmelites,
And sometimes they called it the flowery hamburger-tree building. 
I knew it was rooted by a woman named Martha --
--A white, fat housewife who lived at Apartment 334
Who taught me how to make roses with recycle of Newspapers
And they're very pretty in Thanksgiving parade.

	But Martha knew how they could be so pretty,
And she is dead now, (killed by an overnight bullet
By an unknown gunman who had stolen three dollars
On her night able...The bullet crossed her face,
	And we all missed her.

Across the corridor, unspoken long pathways
Of fairest oldies and bloody virgins
And hanging up against the walls secret codes and God knows what the hell these say. It began to expand with regressive fall, repeating over and over
They were completely no alone.

	Back there, soured smell, noises,
Stolen tires and a shitted pool, and that all ought to be
Passing in same way where the trees were lower,
And the brushes waving high and all happen just like that.

Now, here, inside this Beverly Hill apartment house
In Moorpark, an empty kitchen and some funny pictures: apples & oranges
& a Girl watches a landscape; all were unchangeable against the wall.

Holding the anger still
Seriously as a half-onion, I kept playing any 
That initial bid knowing as Death and Hope which I know it is part of our dream.
My dream, and that one day I'll zoom myself out.
From "The Nursery Dawn"

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House Fire

Ashes drift
to the ground
like black snow,
and smoke curls
upward from
the rubble like
ghostly figures
emerging from the
A skeleton now looms
in the clearing,
surrounded by heaps
of its charred flesh.

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Stone Cold

It’s been a while since I talked to them.
I can’t even remember anymore.
But they really made me fall off the cliff
They kicked me out of the house more than enough times
and told me I wasn’t welcome there.
Just as long as I didn’t “act right”
or continued to “act this way.”
On top of all the other stones they have thrown at me,
they threw that one the farthest and knocked me off the cliff.
I’ve tried and I’ve tried.
I’ve tried to make it work.
I’ve tried to climb my way back.
Back onto the cliff.
Back to my home.
Back to my home where I should belong.
Back to my home where I should always feel
welcomed, accepted, supported and loved.
No matter how “right” or wrong I act.
No matter what “way” I act.
because that’s where I should be 
welcomed, accepted, supported and loved no matter what.
That’s right.
That’s the way it SHOULD be.
But it’s not.
So they keep throwing the stones at me
and I fall off the cliff.
Over and Over again.
I’m tired of climbing this same cliff over and over again
to a place where I’ll never feel welcomed, accepted, supported or loved.
There’s no point
and there’s no use anymore.
It’s over.
I’m done.
No more.
to throw at me anymore. 

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Under my Skull

When I swore 
Not to hold the sea in my eyes; 
My hands alerted me 
to wait another 66 years of fight! 

When I swore 
Not to hold the wind in my hands; 
My eyes drifted me away
To the shore were almond tree 
Sleeps tight under my skull 

Written by © Fatima Nusairat

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Separation anxiety

I’ve taken too many steps
Too many sleepless nights
In my boots
Next to my bed
With no one to say
Goodnight to
Nor to me
And said goodbye
Too many times
To those I’ve loved
And charished
So dearly
So deeply
Now departed
I’m yet to move on

These are lives lived inside boxes
In homes
Lives moved into boxes
Out of homes
Into dark alleys
Of miserable existence
Into boxes
Six feet under
Into the past tense
For a new home
Without a choice,
A permanent home
A deep dark hole
Buried whole
Far from home
Victims of circumstance

Come back home
Remember the warmth
The lush vegetation growth
The protective voice
Of a collective noise
Around the home
The love, 
The laughter
Of children playing
Of birds singing
Of your favourite dish
Of the palatable fresh smell
Of food and drink
A frothed mug o’ coffee
So much caring
Of a dog's affection

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Young, Hurtful Souls

Let's put ourselves in their shoes
Let's take time to understand why they act the way they do

They're tired
Tired of being surrounded by liars

Tired of seeing bags underneath their eyes
Developed from the lonely night cries

They're tired of being tired the next day from the night before
All from staying awake waiting for their mom to walk through the door

Their tired of feeling like nobody cares
Being alone, with no food to eat is too much to bare

Tired of what's suppose to be a home being a house
Of seeing parents play with their children while stuck on the inside looking out

Tired of wondering why do they have to suffer the pain
And be apart of life's hardest game

Tired of crying when people see what's wrong
As if we don't hear the sad tune playing in their hurtful song

They yearn to be where they belong and desire to be
A place where they can feel good, happy, and stress free

Where they can smile, laugh, and play
But mostly, go home to a loving family at the end of each day

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It is hot! The air above me suffocates, lacking breeze.
This July eve, the heat affects me most.
Tomorrow, I will end one affiliation and begin anew.
The future causes my brow to arch, the heat adding to my discomfort.

This house, my home is large and strong, but may not survive the coming storm.
All before me, I must be willing to cede as a consequence of this nights decisions.
I feel the heat began to crescendo into a fire storm. 

I envision myself appearing at the very gates of Hell.
I finish my dress and put on my coat realizing, soon, this will be my home no longer.
I will be branded a traitor in my native country, a patriot in my new. 

As I sit in the Congress, I am alone if not for Jefferson and my Congressional Secretary. The 
document prepared by Jefferson beckons my signature. I am overcome with emotion as I, 
John Hancock, President of the Congress, slowly, in large bold script, sign The Declaration of 

As I return to my home, I realize this heat will not go away for a long time.
I return to say goodbye.

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Boat of Horror

I hear the moans and cries of my neighbor next to me
Tied down on this boat of death
Where are we going?
Taken against our will
Towards a place of unspeakable cruelty
Our families, our homes, our lives
Taken away from us

Lie in filth and sicknesses
Tied in chains in the bottom of a boat
Little food, rats, feces, and filth 
Slaves to these people 

We sing our hymns
Quietly at first
Then it passes along to
Our brothers down the rows
And suddenly we are all one
From many different tribes
We are all brothers 
In our singing
Until they tell us to 
“Shut up”
The ones who don’t 
Are punished
They take away all that we have
Even the one thing we all have in common
Our hymns
Why do we endure such torture
For doing nothing?

They call us savages
These people with light skin
Who are they to bind us Innocent
Take the babies away from the mothers

And will we ever see our families
No, no they say no
They say we are their property now
We are human too
We are human too!
And they call us savage 
Who beat the women and children 
For not working hard enough 
In the sweltering heat
But who is savage?

They say we are stupid and
Do not allow us to learn
But we do anyway

They take our names
And give us new names
They take our religion and
Give us a new one
But we still worship 
Our way

We yearn for our home 
And our children’s children
Will do the same
But we pray
That one day they can
Go home again
Or at least be
Able to stand on both our feet

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An OBE Maybe

An out of body experience?
I hadn’t thought it might be that.
I only knew that something happened
that was strange and a bit scary,
and it has happened twice.

Both of these times I was driving my car
in a very, very familiar territory.
The first time I was headed for my 
favorite grocery store, as I had done
at least once a week for many years.  
I never varied my route.

Perhaps I had let my mind wander a bit,
playing with words for a new poem or
trying to decide just which flowers 
would look best in the design I 
was entering for competition.

I rounded the corner for the last half-mile
and suddenly everything looked strange,
as if I had never been there before.
The road stretched ahead with nothing
looking familiar  and the day 
had turned very bright.

Everything became common place again, as
the stop light  marking my left turn
into Safeway’s parking lot, turned green
without my having to stop.

My grocery shopping experience 
was uneventful and I had almost 
forgotten the weirdness of that 
day, when it happened again. 
This time I was even closer to my home.

I had lunched with friends in the little town
four miles down the road. I had raised my family
in that town and then had married again
and moved to a farm where we had built
a new home, forty years before.  

Fifteen or a few more years ago, they had
made a change in the road that went into town.
Formerly it had circled around a high ridge, 
but too many accidents on that turn
had  caused the county to move a portion of it
They had put in a wide curve 
in order to avoid the hill.

Coming home from my lunch I 
suddenly disconnected from my 
surroundings.  I was coming around 
the curve and absolutely
everything was new to me.  
How could this be;? I had just traveled 
this road in the other direction
two hours ago

I came back to my self at the stoplight.
There on the opposite side of the road
was the house I had lived in while we
were building our home just a mile up the

I put no name on my experiences…
but I cannot help but ponder their meaning. 

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The Homes of the Homeless

We pass by them when we
walk down the street. They hold up signs for
help and we turn are back to 
them abruptly. We see them when
we go into the grocery store sitting on
the wall with rags for clothes, but we still
turn away with a blind eye. Homeless 
is the name that we label them with, but
you would think that they’re at a home now 
when you see them looking comfortable on the wall
of the grocery store or in a dark alley. The truth is
they want a comfortable home just like yours; with
a bed, something to eat, drink.etc. The signs that 
they hold up is a sign of need and help. If you
screamed for help, you know someone will be
there for you. Think of the signs as a big symbol
saying” Help me please”. We can’t keep turning a 
blind eye to the homeless anymore. It’s time to find
homes for the homeless.

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A Homes Standing

What is a home; but of brick and mortor, beams and four walls that precisely meet of precision on all four corners squared and meet together in perfect harmony.

What is a home; what with its table with its percisioned four corners square and its adornments of anchored legs and seats to decorate and complete amongst the table in front of them.

What is a home; AAH! With all unity of walls, chairs and table yet not so much as a disagreement amongst their shapely shadowy veils. plates thats shared at my table, casting a happy, peaceful warm glowy forms upon the walls.

What is a home; of just percise form without four dear friends to happily share and pass the cups and plates thats being shared at my bliss in the shadows that dance upon table casting a warm peacful and harmonious bow the walls.

AAH! Yes my friend this is a home that my father in heaven has made for me be welcome to share with you and any whom would like and to this I say Come and be Welcome.

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Masked Man

I remember that night so long 
ago yet it feels as if tonight. 
You strolled into the room 
music was playing. 

A boy not all man yet and 
you were in no hurry had 
no worry was just out 
for the evening. 

You stole away with 
my heart that night under 
the warm July skies 
with that provocative smile. 

We walked awhile for a mile or 
so and learned all the things 
that made each of us tick. 

You were laid back and 
I was so mellow. 
We came and went well 
together back then. 

You were wild and untamed 
I was gentle and bridled 
in your cowboy spell. 

I fell totally for you that 
night masked man. 
But you were wild and 
so untamed like a 

You wanted to roam 
I wanted a home for 

July nights greet me 
now with your provocative 
smile in the warm breezes 
I shiver and quiver so 
longing still for you 
masked man. 

I watch the direction 
you rode out into 
that night. 
My heart rides out 
every now and then 
to see if you... 
remember too. 

This Saturday December 15th I am making memories on my life big time My birthday and now
My wedding day. No Name change the masked man came home to stay {Micheal}  sorry for all
the time away these past few weeks been wedding planning. With Christmas and Holiday tasks
and now the wedding  it takes most of my time.  Will catch up commenting all your
beautiful works.

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Welcome Back

Hey, God.
I haven't spoken to you since.... the incident.
When you took my great grandma home.
People tell me to trust you again and go back to normal.
To me. back to normal was when I had my ge ge by my side everyday
Despite the distance.
I come to you wanting to be held again.
I've been through many things in the past year.
You took my brother and my aunt home.
Who else is left?
You snatched many people from my life and put new people in
It's sad to say, they couldn't fill the void in my heart.
You gave me my first love
And then took it away.
I guess you had something better in mind.
Then other relationships bloomed then disappeared.
You brought an angel into my life and he is the most beautiful man I met.
My other angels crowd around me building me up
 Instead of tearing me down
My relationship with my mother was restored
And so were many others.
You gave me more tests and I handled a few of them well after the 15th chance you've given me to fix them
I think I'm finding my way
Even at a slow pace.
My wall is still up between us at times.
I'm still afraid to trust you.
People at church say, " The only person who you can ever turn to is the Lord."
I'm fixing my mistakes
and finding my ways
and trying to stay in contact with you.
I can't let this slip away because this is what I grew up with.
Loving you, praising you, and enjoying my Sundays as if they were new.
So, don't fret because here I come.
Welcome me back with open arms

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Sister Time

Where did she come from I asked,
my eight year old heart beating fast.
Well, take her back ...
this can't be meant to last!

When she was three,
I tied her to a neighbors' tree
and ran home with glee ...
our parents were not amused.

At 15, when she was seven,
I was all about: Don't Tell Momma
as we rode around with my latest boy
in his '58 Ford.

I left home at 17 and never looked back.
Estranged is a painful track.
I never knew sibling rivalry
as eight years apart was too big a gap.

Now in my 60's and she is 58
as we come to love more as sisters
before it is too late,
those eight years don't even exist.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Nathan's "Sibling Rivalry" contest  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Three Hikers

They came home crying tears of joy,
Hugging their parents and loved ones,
And showing off an engagement ring as they
Smiled wide into the snapping cameras

They reluctantly gave interviews about their ordeal,
Their story of survival,
Choosing their words carefully, deliberately, 
to maintain political correctness
And delicate diplomacy:
All they wanted to see was the Ahmed Awa waterfall,
Nothing more, but somehow they wandered
Across the invisible line that separates Kurdish Iraq and Iran,
Then, they were arrested by Iran border patrol and called spies,
Then they were imprisoned for two years.

I saw them shake slightly on TV
Retelling this story over and over,
I wondered:
What were they doing there anyway?
What made them want to venture so close the border
Of an oppressive country that has never like Americans?
Will people ask them that question for the rest of their lives?

During those long days and nights a claustrophobic one room cell
Under the careful eye of an armed Iranian guard:
Did they pray? Consider going on hunger strike?
Become engaged to out of boredom?
Regret taking that hike or curious how well the
Pictures of the waterfall came out

Did they yearn for home and think that 
Will America with her apple pie,
Celebrity obsessed culture,
Widening class gap,
Broken political system,
Bring relief, recovery, solace
To their traumatized psyche?

Maybe dark, dank memories will disappear and 
Fade into a dream as they consider and negotiate
The book deals, movie rights and all consuming question:
Who will play me?

I turn off the TV and  wish them well,
And wonder if there is more to the story
That we will never know.

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National Anthem

NATIONAL ANTHEM “O‘er the land of the free and the home of the brave” Written by Francis Scott Key, 1814 Maryland Lawyer. Adopted by Congress as the national anthem in 1931. From far off land I‘ve traveled America, thy name I adore “Land of the free and the home of the brave” Forever, grateful and indebted To your sons and daughters With bravest mind and heart Even death can’t stop them Freedom is sought at any cost! Along with my naturalization A booklet was presented to me On the first page is our national anthem The Star-Spangled Banner!>/center>

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Be Careful When Walking in Brooklyn

Streets of years ago
Broken between time lapses
Old trolley tracks
That no one will ride on again
Cobble stones taken from history
And left behind in the present
Be careful walking through Brooklyn streets,
Their cracks are unforgiving memories.

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My Father's Arm - Part 1

I was dreaming…

“…I remember as a little girl
I would hold tight to my father’s arm
And he would swing me up high in the air
Although I would be screaming with glee
I could still hear his deep chuckles…”

I wonder what it would have felt like to be precious to my parents
and to have felt cherished by them.
I wonder what it would have felt like to have their approval and respect as a child
and an adult
like I the respect I have shown my son.
I wonder what it would have been like to learn to trust
because I was shown their affection
instead of being called a spoiled wretch.
I wonder what it would have been like
if they had known how to meet my needs and make me feel safe and secure
instead of the priority being to run the home efficiently, like a hospital ward
and with the type of authority of a Captain of a ship 

“…Prom Night.
Dad at the table trying to read the paper
while I paced back and forth
in my silken gown and upswept hair.
The doorbell rang and I jumped.
Amused, he looked over the top of his glasses.
I was wringing my hands
and looked at him silently with pleading eyes.
He looked back with understanding in his.
Getting up, he offered his arm.
I curled mine around his as he patted my hand.
Suddenly confident, I walked into the living room.
My date took one look at those strong arms
and this time Dad’s look was a stern one
over the top of his glasses,
I was home before curfew that night…”

I wonder what it’s like to have your father happy to have you in his home
so he can protect you from your husband that beat you up as you held your baby
instead of, in a moment of needing his comfort and confiding in him about being beaten,
he walked away saying, “I don’t want to hear about that.”
I wonder how a father could call his daughter an interloper for moving into his house
when she’s a beaten, broke, single mother with nowhere else to go
except maybe the Battered Women’s Shelters she checked out in California

(continued in Part 2)

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Monday   August  6th     8.15  am,
Everyone gone.
Scattered long-lost yellow photos, outdated tickets,
Carpet hollows where furniture stood,
Are the only traces.

Nothing left:
End of the world we knew -
Walls scorched with sun-faded outlines of pictures,
Curtainless windows glare  -  intense heat
From the sun’s flash
In the empty blue sky,
Dust beams across moveless clouds of motes.

In remote corners dead spiders with their
Forgotten, mummified flies.
Cockroaches are king, moving over vacant floors,
Silent in the voiceless void.

8.25 am, the pickup arrives on time  
To search for the other house.

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Home is where the Heart Belongs

Some say “East or West home is best”. They regard
their birthplace like Mecca to Muslims, or Jerusalem to Jews.
Food tastes better, air is much more refreshing, people friendlier,
wines warmer…. Life outside their homes is less than they expect,
like training yourself to take tea with less sugar.
For me, I think Home is where the heart belongs. A place you can feel
free to be who you really are. 

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old folks home bully

old folk’s home bully

s/he’d been teased, spit on,
beat up, insulted, laughed at &
sent home crying 
on many an occasion,
all through elementary school &
when the hormones kicked in
during high school,
she saw even more turmoil
as her/his friends
drove the stake in further
ridiculing her/his class status,
her/his skin color, ethnicity,
etc., etc., etc.---
bored teenagers made her/his life
hell &
s/he kept away her/his revenge
all bottled up inside,
waiting &
during its hibernation,
growing like the most threatening of
s/he finally was able to leave
that bubbling cesspool of a small town,
with all the bullies 
fading in her/his wake &
while they forgot all about her/him,
s/he remembered every little detail,
her/his hate brooding within,
buying her/his time.

the years went by,
as the years do &
s/he returned to the little town
where s/he had grown up &
where s/he’d been teased all those years
now an older person, with a good hunk of
change in the bank, s/he enlisted in a
home, where s/he’d heard that some of
those same people who’d treated her like
*****way back when,
now resided.

having spent many years at the gym &
dieting well, taking self-defense courses,
etc., s/he was primed & ready
to take out those few years of teasing
within the crucial teenage time,
out on those very people who’d done it,
but who now, so old & fragile,
could barely get up the energy to scream---
so s/he tormented them day & night,
while they withered away & died,
one by one,
having spent their last moments 
wandering in a proverbial “hell,”
which came to them via
someone they shouldn’t have ****ed with
so very many years ago.

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Do not turn your eyes and pretend I am not here. Do not stare at me in disgust. Laziness is not the reason I am here. Some of you are but an illness, an injury, a job lost to be in my shoes. I am not a threat to you. Shirley Smothers

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Born so old, so fragile, so wise
Born alone into the world
You miss your wife
She passed without pain
I'm sorry old man, that you left her so lonely
Shuffle through the corridors
She used to sit there and knit
Forget it she's gone
Cry at both of your pains
Throw that cane away old man, your arthritus is gone
Get back to your house
Your children are coming
They're all grown up now
Tell the wife to bring some drinks
You're young old man, but you're over the hill
Go sit in your office
Pushing papers for the man
Your teenagers are reckless
So don't be home late
Keep it together old man, they're just at the age
Slept in again today
You shouldn't be late
With a mortgage to pay,
A wife and a baby
It's okay old man, they aren't babies for long
Come home from the bar
To your bachelor suite
A little cologne sprayed
Maybe you'll get lucky
Take her home old man, she's had a little too much
You stole the car
Not old enough to drive
Try to be everything
But you can't be a hero
You're not a kid old man, but your voice is still cracking
Wait it out now
They're only bullies
Don't tell the teacher
They'll take your lunch money again
Walk it off old man, you're just not big enough
You can cry all you want
It won't make her come
She turned off the moniter
She couldn't stand you anymore
Take it easy old man, you can't even change yourself
You shouldn't move around so much
It makes her so queasy
Just a few more months
And you'll meet the world
Enjoy the womb old man, life only gets harder

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So I’m behind the bleachers with Sue Ellen
And we weren’t calculating batting averages
And I says to  her baby you’re my home run
I’ve always dreamed about.

I know about first and second base
She said,  but what’s third base?
So I used the Abbott and Costello 
“Who’s on first” routine to  confuse her.

Between innings we had made some progress
But I was anxious to  clinch the game
Before some  pinch-hitter stepped in. 
I wanted to take the pennant.

She hemmed and hawed and delayed
Playing ball with me : what we had here 
“Was a failure to communicate” ,
And the home run seemed out of reach.

Till there was a hush from the bleachers.
Above us the voice, seeming of god,
Instructed her as what to do.
It said,  “Play Ball !”
That was my first turn at bat
And  the home run was delivered -
As the crowd above cheered wildly,
I believe,  for me.

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Written  for  Debbie Guzzi's Contest  "Play Ball"

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the good daughter

having made her way out of the nest 
having made something of herself
she rubs elbows with some of the city’s finest lawyers
balancing her own practice with a sad attempt at having a social life---
she calls home to her mother,
whom she visits every weekend upstate,
doing her grocery shopping &
doing whatever she can for her,
the whole while listening to a constant critique of
where she should be at the age that she is---
her mother insists that her daughter will not stay young forever,
saying she has no fashion sense,
always points out that she should try to go to the gym more often &
never ceasing to make time to moan about wishing that she had grandchildren,
asking why a woman who is as successful as her daughter
cannot find a man---
the daughter doesn’t respond with anger & instead
stays up at night when mother has fallen asleep
working on cases &
watching her remaining youth drift away,
hundreds of miles away from the city she lives in
the other five days of the week---
her mother’s own cervical cancer which was recently detected
now is spreading &
she is meeting with doctors in the coming weeks to begin radiation---
her daughter hopes that surgery is possible &
wonders if the operation will force her mother into a more compromised position
where she will no longer be able to live on her own---
the daughter’s life could very well be uprooted altogether &
she could find herself stuck back in her home town
waiting on her mother hand & foot,
while still pretending to be able to practice law---
the clock is ticking &
her friends in the city
watch their lives prosper,
moving on in ways that this daughter 
can really only dream of,
being weighed down by something 
she never counted on happening 
when she put it all in motion---
ever the more exhausted,
she started drinking a lot of coffee,
then moved onto caffeine pills &
after energy drinks & the lot didn’t work,
she moved onto a little coke to try & get herself
she tells herself that she won’t need it forever,
that it’s just for now
so that she can balance all that is happening in her life.

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Sideways Travel

Sideways Travel

Tiny crevices, they take shelter and make their home in,
wandering around to scavage on garbage brought up from the ocean's floor to eat.
Brightly painted red by their original maker,
they work their way home on their tiny, spindly legs
that together walk sideways,
as their beady little eyes face forward.
You surely squint with pain,
when you get pinched with their tiny little claws,
they will cause your aching skin to severely bleed.
They leave their homes in groups,
and prefer to travel as a comedy troupe with their sideways act
rather roam along the shores alone.
Life would be so drab,
without our side walking red crab.

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all the things

all the things I couldn't say to you before, I can say to you now
all the things I couldn't feel before, you've shown me how to feel them now
all the things I took for granted, you have made me see
all the things I see are imperfect, yet you still chose to love me.

I am not a genius, nor do I pretend to be
In your creation, you made who you want me to be
I can say and scream for all the world to hear
Love, love, love, love, love, it is pretty clear

all the things that people say, could never turn me from you
all the things that people do, bring me closer to you
all the things I don't understand you guide me through
all the things in this world couldn't keep me from calling on you

Your name is a sweet song, that's special to sing
Your Word is a light, the light of a High King
On this earth you placed a Son, in which He did bring
hope and happiness, for He is my everything

no matter what happens in my life, no matter the words that people say, or the dumb things
that people do
one day nothing will matter because I will be there with you.  
His words are marked and His warning is set, 
one day all will remember and will never forget, 
your life on earth is being recorded every good deed and bad, 
we will all wish one day, that we'd been better than what we had.  
Our actions will be multiplied every single one, 
His wrath will come about, and stay until it's done.  
Whether willing to or not, one day all will see, 
He is Lord above all else, and bow to their knee.  
Confessions from their mouths, will soon be amplified, 
the King of Kings will come, and can no longer be denied.  F
or all the things I know are true, 
my home is in heaven, where is home for you?

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my new place

My new place
I see it in my mind
The place I’m meant to be
I see me living everywhere
set under a shady tree
As I walk in the yard
The smell of pine cones and green grass
 Amidst the days hot summer sun
Iin the little garden of tomatoes red and ripe
I feel my feet dig in the dirt
 As if it and I are one
Sitting on my porch
Drinking sweet lemonade
 I smell the earthy air
And feel the gentle breeze of summer 
as it blows through my hair
I see it in my mind
I feel it in my soul
When I see me in this place
 I can see me gently growing old


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 In the heart of Dixie,
 Perfumed by
 The sweet, fragrant smell of magnolias
 and serenaded with
 The melodious songs of the mockingbird,
 Lies a true Queen of the South.
 Her name is Mississippi .
 I don’t know how to explain this place,
 Except to say that she “speaks” to me.
 The rocks, the flowers, the birds and trees
 Speak to me.
 They sometimes whisper,
 And sometimes they shout;
 But always they say,
“This is where you belong.”
2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey 
from My Magnolia Memories and musings - In Poems 
#Mississippi #mississippipoems

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Daydreams are not the perogative of the very young.
The older one gets, the more we need to stray...
We set our minds on the immediate task
So careful, we tred, of not losing the way,
Yet often our thoughts come to a cross-road
Where a wooden signpost may have a name
A name that takes our thoughts to another day
Another place, another face 
And suddenly our thoughts journey through the unexpected
No more a road of painful duty, of deep reluctance
On the contrary, ...
A coming home to thoughts that fill the heart
Where common sense flies out the window
To be replaced by the reasonless
Excitement of a child returning home from school
Knowing that summer, or a holiday, begins in the morrow
Coming home, 
Coming home to a splendid world
If only in a dream

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Finally Home

Finally Home

As I lay here in clouds of His glory
visions of rapture now dance through my head,
and I rejoice when I think of the Lord descending
and His saints of old raising from the dead.

The angels in Heaven now rejoicing
know that His bride is soon to come home,
preparations are now almost finished
and soon she’ll be singing her new Heavenly songs.

Hallelujah to the Father, cry His people
and Praise the Lord we sing to His glorious Son, 
we Adore You blessed Holy Spirit
Who has made the Bride and the Groom become One.

We are finally Home!!!!
cry His people; oh it seems too good to be true, 
redeemed from earth with all of its pain and its sorrows
to Praise the Lamb forever and ever for His bride has now made it through.

But, back in my bed, I find myself crying
and yet, I know that His coming is nigh, 
but He’s still waiting for us to bring in His mighty harvest
so that millions of people won’t eternally die!

Written by:  Marilyn S. Jennings

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Coming Back Home - On My Way To You

Dawn: I slipped away, started walking…

I walked alone for a thousand days -

I wandered through crowded cities,

Trudged through untrodden ways.


Now every road looks the same to me,

The allure of the unknown has faded.

Every day I lose myself a little more,

Always a cynic, I feel even more jaded.


It’s been so long I don’t even remember

What I was looking for when I set out

Leaving everything, everyone behind

With no scruples, no shadow of doubt.


Now I crave for things long forgotten;

I long for the times when secretly I knew

That no matter how far I drifted,

I would always find my way back to you.


Only you’ve gone someplace I can’t follow;

Not yet. Someday soon  although.

For now, I’m ready to come home and face

Your memories from a million moons ago.

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Global hunter gatherers....

Globalization's march toward a one world government,
has changed our perceptions,internationally...
geographic borders were latitude and longtitude,
now,it's all about the choreography of attitude...

Hunter gatherers forced search for subsistence,
as work at home becomes non-existent...
migrant workers in check 'cause of documents,
while family at home go hungry without supermarket...

Pre-historic hunters and gatherers,nothing has changed,
we still hunt for and gather our needs
just more conveniently...or for some...unconventionally

World trade and the market economy,
checks in the,checks at the border,
growing pains while we shift to new order.....

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Holiday Traveler

Holiday Traveler 

Millicent from Milwaukee Wisconsin was using the library computer trying to 
adjust her schedule to actually catch her flight home her collage is in ROME. 
Tommy Thompson is in Albuquerque trying to get back home to Texas, Nome. 
The notion of travel upsets most people and they swallow too much Dramamine 
in quantities not meant to be consumed they leave the shelter of the dome 
depending way too much on average Joes as such as cab and hack motivators 
in a non controlled zone using money as a buffer as they roam to assure the 
certainty of connecting to the airport dome. Sholom waved shalom at Kiev airport 
and he will wave shalom when he returns as Solomon. Cindy Breckinridge 
cooked a turkey at her home and stayed there with the turkey frozen partly in the 
oven cooked on one side so her husband could have some. Little Johnny apple 
seeded all the trees in TerryTown and walked another mile with that silly iron pot 
upon his top. Charlax rode his bus to kill the time he has his pass his November 
usage paid from GOD. Thanksgiving time come. 
 Holiday Traveler     

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Glory road

there is no soft breeze,
in this never - ending winter,
its like a bad dream we cant stop imaging,
they say well be home soon,
but we know better,
were walking and breathing,
but our soul is not alive,
it seemed like the guns we held,
were just a harmless lie,
but we know different now,
for in our arms we hold mens lives,
and in our hopeless hearts,
we remember not,
the men who we made die,
we walk around,
heads angled down,
for our shame follows us around,
when we march heads fly up high,
for we are our country's pride,
but deep inside,
we suffer,
for tortous nights that lie ahead,
bringing us home cant help now,
for we are already dead,
we gave it all,
for what we thoguht,
was to be a glorious death,
but we know now,
this is no glory road.

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Oh yeah, notes slip through slack guitar
Strummed by long lean brown fingers
Head bent down, hat askew, cigarette burning-- hanging on your lips
Words play across the smoke through burning ash
Soft hard words of love hot and love cold
In joints where peeling paint never gets finished
Where the river runs across itself every spring 
Your house on stilts waits for it to go home-
Home where you can’t go, home you left a long time ago-
Now you sing for tips in a local juke joint --
A place where night is welcome, 
A place where heat don’t go white hot-
Down that turn in the road
Inside those rusting gates
Your last blues song patiently waits
For that final ash to drop,
For you to come home –-

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Coming home from school to a steaming hot scone
That Mum’s has just made
Per chance to rest 1 head on your childhood dream infused
Pillow bed
Feeling safe, warm, cosy
Intoxicated by the smell the carpet shed 
While watched over by mum and dad sleeping in bed
Knowing that if we got sick a pan of lentil soup and 
A hot bath would take care of it
Was sadly replaced by grown up stuff 
And having to knock on the door of the place I called home
Which in a strange twist of fate I came to own
Doesn’t feel like home because Joby and Dad are not home. 

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A big tree will stand in my yard,
A very big tree it will be.
This tree will be the home of many,
The home of many birds and bugs.
The playground of children and birds.
Its' leaves will fall in Fall,
These leaves will make fun for small kids,
And work for me too.
A tree will also begin from this tree,
And years from now when I am gone,
Many birds and bugs will still make their homes
And still sing their songs.
A big, good tree will stand in my yard,
A tree of God.

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The Happy Place

Mornings delight is present with the laughter of so many little children.
My street is filled with pitter-pattering little feet that are out and about.
Each home impressively stands tall with a very valid gift on this street! 
Each home esteemed by many splendorous seeds yielding viable sprouts!

Laughter and joy fills up in my air allowing the child in me to cheer again.
Little hearts pound with excitement from all that is complete and genuine.
These streets are always stirring up in sounds of my own pure innocence.
Many of my screams are carried out through many of their tiny shouts.
Their little lives engage with my own will to thrive alive on this street.
Not one shimmering smile is shaded by a stunting glimpse of doubt.

This is The Happy Place and exact with what my eyes can clearly see.
It is my place of comfort that carries me back to where I've already been!
The Happy Place holds the master key to my life of many, many things!
My warmest images are portrayed by the innocence of a child's smile.
The Happy Place holds my essence in presence of many, many memories.
The face of my own authenticity identified is what this child's smile brings.
The Happy Place is a true gift in this world freely given by a precious child.
A genuine smile dignifies my world restoring my truth purified by my honesty!

® Registered:  2009   Ann Rich

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Her damp books in boxes,
Lovingly dried and pressed
At home on new shelves

Survivor sparrow
One-legged  from cat attack,
Nurtured in a shoe box with crumbs.

Pensioner hamster
Superfluous to school pet-needs,
Straw-warmed in the garage.

Kids from  beer-bottle bedrooms
On the periphery of love,
Made central again.

A homeless home where misfits fit.
Where she laughs lightly,
New life is breathed.

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BART Adventure

The rails always hiss and scream 
a steel Woman pierces the ear
drum. We all shake, bobbing and 
dancing no skill required you
all do it equally as good 
Doors open and close. People 
enter and leave. A metallic 
ant farm we all live in 
together, never ceasing always 
alive and kicking, some 
of us screaming our 
lungs out to unresponsive 
gods to unresponsive ear-
canals. We are like stale 
fish in a sardine pack, the 
last one on the far left, 
never bothered by any random 
fleshy hand. The steel snake 
oozes on through the black 
tunnels as we finally reach 
our blazing-light destination 
arriving, we climb up steel 
stairways that lead to another 
screaming circus. All peoples 
from all places thrive like 
a bee hive that a small 
child with a gigantic 
2X4 smacked, creating 
re-energized life. Humming 
and buzzing all together 
as one unit of blissful 
creation. We might all be 
moving to different places, 
that one thing unites 
us all, all in one fluid 
motion. Old bookstores, 
sanctuaries for people like 
us still open. 
He plucks away at a 
classical guitar, playing 
classical tunes which are 
recognizable, but the name 
always forgotten. Purchase 
tomes of poetry, old 
friends to be taken home 
and put with the rest. Ever 
increasing retirement home for the 
artistically mad. Hughes and 
Yeates are MINE, or 
am I theirs? Perhaps its 
a tango of verse, we lend 
a hand to each other. After 
much paying, and walking, 
sitting and sleeping, we 
return home. But what 
does that mean. Home?
Home is where I put 
my thoughts to paper, my 
poetry to pen. Mozart 
I am sure would get it 
follow what I say, applaud 
me with that silly laugh. 
For now I'll accept you 
stare with your accepting 

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Cookie Cutter

Driving through the broken, potholed streets Lined with houses spanning decades Each with a thousandfold more character than that of the cookie cutter impostors they call homes I appreciate the creaks and groans Much more than the sheen of granite stones Value comes down to values. What are yours?

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if disneyland can pump water to the top of splash mountain
why not do it in this fashion
turbines at the top
and hundreds of strategically placed water wheels
all the way down
one source of power used for the pump
created for an output

If you can create a wind tunnel with mindblowing gusts of wind
why not put 100s of windmills in the mix
and strategically milk it for what its worth

If you want your own home to be a rollercoaster ride
why not get a couple of digital picture frames
and figure out how to time them with different programs
for some interesting home entertainment experiences
which will eventually lead to some pretty high class videogames
with a dance revolution floormat to lead yourself through a strange maze

If you think glitter is pretty
wait till you figure out how to put a whirlwind in a box
and watch those colors swirl

eventually we might figure out how to use a mirror to reflect sound
and turn it into a light show
musical magic more highclass than the fireworks you know

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These Melancholy Days

Today I awoke feeling rather odd
I was neither sick nor in pain
I just felt wrong
I was happy in a sad sort of way
I did what I had to do
Which was a whole bunch of nothing really
Got my wife off to work
My daughter off to school
Went to Psychical Therapy 
And got tortured 
Lifted weights for about an hour
Then came home and cleaned house
Did my yard work
Read a whole bunch of amazing poetry
Went out to the ranch and wished
I was already back to work
Talked to my boss
Told him the doctor said next month
He told me to not rush things
Next month will be here soon enough
Came back to town
Stopped by the collage
Enrolled in some evening courses
Went over and fixed this old couples
Sprinkler system
Refused to take their money
Came home and called my wife
To see how her day was
And now I’m just sitting here
Talking to the Lord about how worthless I feel
These Melancholy Days

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At Night

I've been thinkin' about leavin' you.

I don't think on it much
in the daytime,

but at night,
after we make love
and you drift off 
into a careless sleep,
I lie next to you 
with my head propped
and I think about how 

you use to come 
straight home after work
with carnations and Chinese take-out.
And how we'd spend Friday nights
makin' plans for the weekend.

And I think about how

we use to cuddle each other in bed,
braggin' or *****in' about our day.

And then,

I think about how
good you smell
when you come home late at night--
tippin' into our bedroom
and slippin' into bed,
while I lie there

pretendin' to be asleep.

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Not Trash At All

Behind an old rotten box,
lies a home for the lonely and unsatisfied
and while trash looks like torn leaves,
trash can be a treasure 
and even create pleasure,
in delicate forms of laughs and smiles.
And on those nights when all is unkempt
pay little attention to the day,
but when dirty corners
are filled with simple revelries,
never let the day fade.
Treasure it; it's home of the gods.

Home Sweet Home
Skat A Contest

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A Look of Utter Terror...Now Gone PT 2

(continued from PT 1)

There's not much we can do right here in Charlotte but to pray.
     But we know of one that's working on experimental chemo today. 
To help our precious women who have this dread disease.
     It's in Bethesda, Maryland, where they say the healing water's flow! 
And it's close to Baltimore and not too far from a bay.
     You can get on a government program, if your doctor that you see, 
will write a letter explaining your condition and say,
     that you'd be willing and glad to help them with their experiments each day.
The first time that you visit, you will only have to pay, 
     for your trip and just getting there and then they'll make the way. 
The chemo they will give you several times a day.  
     If you're lucky and you don't throw up, you may get to play.
A card game or a board game just to pass the time away.  
     And then a few days passes and you get better from chemo and you'll want to go,
out to have some fun, because, after all you're still young and you want to delay,
     the inevidable process of taking the chemo the next day.
She seems to be doing well and a couple years go by 
     and those eyes of terror now seem to relay a peace in this body of clay.
Then one day it happens, I come home and see that horror that I saw that day.
     One of the doctors had told us.  That it would catch up with her somewhere along the way.
Back to Bethesda we go.  But chemo had run it's course and would forever help convey,
     That this the big, horrible "C" word, would take her Home some day.
A few more days and visits were made back to the healing waters of Bethesda in May.
     Home to stay and then in October, a cool fall day!
I'll see you soon my love and then we'll play on streets of gold!
     That look in your eyes of UTTER TERROR, TAKEN AWAY!

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Black Widow

She held him like a priceless vase
Gently, lovingly in her arms
The promise of love for eternity 
Was said without words

He held her tightly 
As if she were a dream
That was about to vaporize 
He loved her dearly.

Her eyes searched his for doubt
But none could be found
She knew she brought out the best in his weakness
Total submission was her prize

He worked hard to gain her affection
Returning home late, exhausted
But forcing himself the extra mile
To posses her, to make love to her, his dream

While he slaved at work she kept the house
Entertaining gentleman callers
Lustfully spending his love without indiscretion
And denying him at his tenacious appetite

He returned home early to find her
Joyously overwhelmed by her male covertness
He remembered how hard he fought to keep her from 
Her expulsion to her home country

She knew her fate, it was sealed in time 
She ran after him but the deed was done
It took a moment and they took her in exile to be deported
Her regret trickled down her cheeks as the taste of her fruits matured

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There's No Place

there’s no place like home; 
really, I mean it: there’s no place, 
face, or orbit  the earth space… 
like home; 

and there’s no place like your couch,
and your widescreen TV;  with it’s 
clouded, cultured  dreams and  
potted dramas without an end;

there’s no place like home;
when your away in the soft white sand; 
swimming with guides and friendship
(for hire)

And a man comes in;

It’s OK… he’s delivering the mail¸ and 
his wry  Baptist smile says,
“cool, your home, you  work from 

he means your couch, “yes I do”, I say,
and with a face like a cooked fish,he 
leaves hurt and seething, with a gladiator’s, 
gnashing, grinding, worn out teeth;

and there’s no place like  home;  
your fridge and flies and dripping 
rafter-roof;  and it’s fine;

it’s  just fine.


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did you ever want to go home, but didnt have one

all my life 
is spent 
chasing dreams 
not greed 
something more 
i was born with 
never forgotten 
a persuasion 
that cannot be 
on page countless 
upon my flesh 
the mark 
the scar 
of living 
wishing on the stars 
one day the truth 
will show 
all i asked 
and why i 
suffered so.


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Julie and Caesar

Julie and Caesar

It was one rainy season
She came to my home as a kid
Her weak barks and jumps made us her lovers
In another fine evening
He entered to my home as her comp[anion
Both of them were taking our hours  and
won our entire affection on them
Julie  we named her to call and
Caesar ,he had as his name
They had their milk in a  in a single bowl and
they had their stay in our top floor
Their calls made us to run towards them
because they were our beloved
Their birth may be on road to a street dog
Their past may be from a road side
Now they are our beloved and 
Now they are  our much beloved
Fate played  His cruel role on them
He took Ceasar from us in the name of death
We wept and fogoten his loss But
Still Julie is searching her companion  with love

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I remember...
 when I chased the girls around the yard in the snow.
you always gently shouldered me out of their path!
protecting them, while loving me!

I remember...
when I walked you, towards the end, you simply laid-down,
I carried you home

I remember...
Mom called me at work, said you wouldn't eat,
or drink your water, I came home to you

I remember...
taking you to the Vet, he said your body was filled
with lymphoma

I remember...
holding you as you slipped away, after the injection

I remember...
arriving home home and screaming "what have I 
done to you Babe Ruth"

I remember...
waking in my slumber to the sound of your toenails clicking
down the hall, coming to sleep at the foot of my bed

I remember...
hearing you come to me three-times,
each time I arose, looking for you

I remember...
you were never there

....For Constance's All Pets Go To Heaven Contest

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Everyday, Everyday

Take time
Don't lose yourself today, no
Make time
to let yourself slip away, now

And everyday that I follow
I try to realize
I'm doing what I have to 
just to try to get by
And everyday that I swallow
another ounce of pride
I come home to my doorstep
And go back to my life
And everyday, everyday

It's night time
So go drink words with all your friends yeah
It's a great time
for you to show love to the world yeah

It's no use crying or throwing your tantrums
The ladies want a nice gentleman who looks handsome
Put a feather in your cap, step back
tilt your bottle back, love your bartender
Remember that.

There's no time for fightin
or cell phone drama, there's only time for lovin one another

If you agree throw your drink up with me
Here's a toast to tonight 
when everything went right.

And everyday that I follow
I try to realize
I'm doing what I have to 
just to try to get by
And everyday that I swallow
another ounce of pride
I come home to my doorstep
And go back to my life
And everyday, everyday.

Copyright © 2011 

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The Revenge of Sylvia Plath: Part 1

Brilliant poet
Whose life was consumed with tragedy
Existence filled with bitter losses
Happiness forsaking her life
Passionate romance 
With poet Ted Hughes
Swept her away
Bringing magic into her dreary life
Relationship intensified
And they became united
Living in marital bliss
Coddling their two children
For a short spell

Through their love of poetry
They formed a special bond
That was destroyed by an opportunist
A temptress named Assia
Tender kisses turned into lonely tears
As Ted's desire for Assia waxed
His interest for Sylvia waned
Her life now engulfed in despair
She found it hard to cope with the reality
That was her life
She decided to kiss Ted goodbye forever
By placing her head in the oven
And turning the gas on
Ending her pain forever

From there Assia stepped into Sylvia's shoes
Residing in the home where Ted and Sylvia
Shared their lives together
Raising her children
Loving her husband
As if she were taking Sylvia's place
But, even after Sylvia joined the dark realm
Walking hand and hand with the grim reaper
Her memory still lingered behind
Her former home with Ted
Became like a shrine
Filled with the overwhelming presence
Of Sylvia's most treasured possessions
Assia could not escape the ghost
Of her former rival's presence

Though in life
Sylvia was cast aside and forgotten
Now it seemed that her spirit
Would not let go
Of the injustices she suffered
At the hands of the manipulative woman
Who used every ploy
To steal Ted away from her

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Often I am compelled to hover over her shoulder
Each letter formed, each thought defined
For she has poetry on a leash
And walks it, pray I, at least three times a day
For she owns words that are her property
Well, not so much ownership but instead just rather properly
When roars the cage, when spears are aimed
When hoards of men come at her who the lovely’s never ever claimed
Fear not, poetry’s prize
For thou art ever in your Heavenly Father’s eyes
For you were birthed when an angel whispered “Autumn,” and that’s how you were 
I see her sitting by a kerosene lamp with a quill pen just because it brings her back to a 
simpler place
Where each sentence is aptly signified
And in each syllable she writes in the middle of all that is dignified
For this be a lady
A lady who can take on the persona of that which she chooses her poetry to be
One day she writes genius about how we all know life is a struggle, but then at the end of 
the day, hopefully you have some with whom to snuggle

Or she’ll describe the horrors we hear of every day while most are deaf and blind but she 
takes all our sorrow to her angelic heart
For one so wise should pen meet eyes and place upon a page of profundity with which the 
words and verbiage she vies 
Yet she always tames the concept she struggles with
Okay, so perhaps I’ll agree, she’s not the best
But take twenty poems by twenty poets and I’ll bet hers is the best, and if not first, hers is 
definitely better than the rest
                    © 2011.…..~free cee!~
Pretty good for an old geezer (geazer) and I still haven’t gotten an answer, if I have more 
than one mouse I have mice   what if I have more than one moose?  AND IF ANYONE 
D……but don’t forget, the only time I get to use e-mail is at noon because that’s the only 
time the old-age home I live in allows us us…if you wanna write it’s,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
free cee
666 satanic street
c/o Dying Legends Old AGE HOME 
Abu-Dhabi, somewhere ===they don’t even have zip codes
           It will make its way to me, fear not

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I Hate Home Depot!

I hate Home Depot!
Just the sight of that
orange and white sign
makes my stomach turn.

However I know every
square inch of that store,
I’ve spent
thousands of hours there
as a paying customer.

I know what all is in the
garden section for all of the seasons.
I know where to go to find the
nuts, screws, nails and bolts. I can guide you
through the wallpaper and
the paint section.

I’ve bought sheets of plywood, lots of pcv pipe,
dozens of American Standard toilets,
ceiling fans, light fixtures, HVAC systems,
generators, even a riding lawn mower.

I’ve bought paint and waited to have it
mixed properly.  I’ve rented
and driven dozens of their trucks before.

I’ve bought power drills, leaf blowers
screwdrivers, hammers,  cabinets,
patio furniture, a refrigerator, an oven,
and an air conditioner.
I’ve even rented a carpet cleaner too!

But I could care less, if I ever step foot
in a Home Depot ever again.  All of my hours
clocked in that store went to the benefit
of my ex.

He was the one that financially,
emotionally and personally
gained from my presence in
Home Depot.

So what was the point of me acquiring
all of that knowledge that didn’t benefit
me at all then and probably won’t benefit
me ever again?

It seems like such as waste of my time
and energy now.
Believe me when I say
I would rather watch paint dry than
go to Home Depot, I mean ever word
of that statement!

One summer I practically read all of
War and Peace in the orange and
white store from Hell!

But I can show you how to repair a large hole
in a piece of sheetrock.  I know how to
paint the inside and the outside of a house.
I know how to install travertine in a house,
slanted and straight.

I have installed granite countertops,
hardware for a sink and the basin too.
Many other home improvement projects
I learned there.

What a fool I was!
Oh well, that’s life.
Who knows maybe
someday I’ll use  some
of that knowledge that I
hated every minute learning!

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Metro going home on Friday
Hell on wheels
Feet like lead and eyelids wilting
With weight of week’s work
Five interminable  days 
Of doing what the boss says
Every face in this train is like mine 
I prop myself up to the door, close eyes
Sway in time with the train
Tracks suddenly change direction 
Every soul  staggers -  an over- trained 
Dance troupe well beyond rehearsal phase
At each station more worn faces forced
Into Faust’s bargain for youth again
Two days of rejuvenation,  
Then the interminable five. Each station, 
Each man,  indistinguishable from the others,
As I am to them.   At the end of the line,
Doors burst open.  We trudge to the escalators.
Respite - we rise, pity ourselves,
Gaze unfocused at the floor,
Hunched  over  the moving rubber rail, 
Adjusting grip every  few seconds.
Rest one foot on the next step up,
One minute’s pause and eagerly 
Look up to the surface lght -
Almost out of the pit 
A prayer answered  - “de profundis “
We’ve had enough,  
We want to get home  and shed the load,
Regenerate,   renew contact with
Life above the grindstone pits.

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How to say Louisville, Lovers

How you say Louisville

You come into my life without warning
And knock me down to the flooring
My eyes get up before my body
See you standing there looking naughty
I hold out my hand
Pull you down and we roll across the green land
Over the roads and over the trees
Until we get to California and smoke weed
And we fly over the stars
Looking down at the cars
We fly to France
And buy new pants
Then walk the streets
And look on the ground and find some keys
To a car that fits only you and me
And we drive the gas lit street
To a shop where there is a man
And he has a piece of paper in his hand
And a little green
He gives them to us and alittle canteen
We take a drink
And start to think
And smoke a little
And fly back over the puddle
Land as high as fools
Back in Louisville.

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Disappearing Act

You are home about one day a week. Are you avoiding bill collectors? They call here several times a day. They ask for you. I say you’re not home. “All right, we’ll call back” is all they say. You are down in Atlantic City spending all your time in casinos. You only come home when you are broke. Is your dad’s ring still in the pawn shop? Woman, will you please clean up your act? This is certainly no way to live.

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i paint the world

i paint the world
or maybe the world paints me
mornings blaze awakens me
the blue grey sky sets me on my way
while soft green grass nows turned a deadly brown beneath my toes
i reach the bronze sand of the beach
dropping my burnt orange towel 
i walk into mucky waters left by the needed rain
mud settles on my feet tops and i squirm to wash
i decide to sun bath  instead turning my fair skin crisp red
then my day is almost over
i walk home under star lit sky 
while full white moon shines down upon me
spotlighting my days tan
reaching home into a pitch black house
i go from room to room lighting the way
showering, then heading into a dark bedroom 
sleeping into  a tired night
into a new morning

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as you go.

Seams like yesterday you were going to your first day of school, now twelve years later
your moving on to start a new, from father to son here are things to remember oh ya have fun,

hold your self with dignity, for no likes collage kids with stupidity,
always use your manners and have class, we taught you well enough to not show your ---,
remember to be your self, yes that means you will have to ask for help,
always wake knowing it's your life, and your going there to learn not to find a wife,
remember we all fall down, and what your mom and I would do when you would frown,
don't second guess your self, you know you can do this even with out help,
call home if you ever need something, if its only for money the phone will only ring,
you know how your moms love will be sent, in packages behind my back with good intent,
don't drink to much, we know you'll drink alcohol just don't be a lush,
call home every day, your sister and mother will think you have so much to say,
just call and send your love in a minute or two, or just call to have some one to talk to,
wash your cloths and keep your self clean, not like at home, you know what I mean?
do all that you can to learn what it is you need to know to do what it is you want to do,
make friends don't put your self in the wrong place and don't act a fool,
remember who you are, and that we love you no matter what near are far,
keep your trust in your faith, it is God who helped you to this place,
trim your nose hairs, keep your feet clean, don't stress, don't get over whelmed stay calm,
don't let no one are nothing get you down stay positive like your mom,
you have to watch your self now your a big boy growing into a fine young man 
and I know we taught you well,  stand up striate hold you head high and take a stand,
son we'll miss having you here, but we know we have to let go regardless of our fear,
this is your life now and we wish you all the joy and happiness that you brought us,
and if you ever want to just come home, just do it  we love with out any fuss,

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Urban Writing

An epitaph spoilt by an oxymoron; 
the journey of a twisted smile 
within a plastic face; 
a testimony of color sprayed in the subway, 
overgrown and wanting- city bound. 
My home base. 

Sanctioned by the night, 
steal from the darkness 
and luminous pathways 
within sweet, blinding light. 

Steal to the streets 
and recapture the home grounds. 
City spaces, i’m home bound. 
Where I long for a tomorrow 
but I can’t get through today. 
As the law enforces that we can’t spray 
on the walls, there bares our mark, 
from our covert, civic creed that hunts for open spaces 
to leave our memories in the dark. 

My people, my creed 
enchant the common faces 
with perilous and heroic statements. 
Counter action; we place these in all places. 

Testament to the memory 
that we will gaze at through our dreams, 
our people share the vision 
with all but only from conservative screams. 
Misunderstood so must be fearful. 
Washed away from the public 
but the images will be tagged 
forever, dragged 
down into the pits of our creation. 
Relived by spraying 
amongst the open spaces 
that alter from the changing tides 
of our mind. 

Glory to the architects 
whom compose the scriptures 
that will be sprayed away in due time. 
But will be avenged from the darkness 
as the city walls are a canvas 
of the reflections of our mind. 

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Start Over

Sitting here all alone,
The silence crawling in.
Just waiting for the telephone
To ring it's dreadful ring.

To hear your voice on the other line,
To hear you say you've made a mistake.
"I'm coming home, everything's fine,
I didn't mean to cause your heart to break".

You promised me you would call
When you got things all sorted out.
Do you miss me at all, 
Or are you glad you got out?

Are you coming home to be with me,
Or is this the end?
Do you just want to be free
And not have to pretend?

That everything's going to be okay
And we just have to deal with the stress.
I wish you hadn't walked away;
Together, we could sort through this mess.

You're not the only one
Who's been through a lot.
How can you just say we're done
When I feel that we're not?

Come home so we can figure this out,
So we can stop the pain.
I promise not to shout
If we can start over again.

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Don't preach to me

Maybe i go to church every sunday 
irregardless of how i know how they changed their ways of how many spankings
the nuns gave out in sunday school
and the abuse the children of previous generations recieved at home when they 
didnt worship their saviour
Maybe I don't need church monday to sunday 
and to be brainwashed around the clock
of the obsessions that control your thought
i will fix that pipe and come visit you on the day of praise
to see a lousy preacher
who has nothing worthy to hear read or humbling to say
Maybe just maybe
you have a point of view
and i respect you too
but dont you dare
try to one up me
by looking like a man of god in the public eye 
because between us and the positive affirmations
the bibles neglect to tell our souls of the divine truths of our nature
My eyes are wide open to the days of old
where the walked up hill barefoot in the snow
to get a lickin from the priests
then the nuns
beg god for forgiveness
go home and be beat for not being absolutely perfect
to run away confused and scared
forced into a woprld where pain and mental anguish was the door to love of your 
holy god?

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broken at points

He was sitting on the roof
She was standing on the edge
He said, I can’t take it, no more
I was singing in her room
She was sitting on okay

I’ve been at home love
All day
On your mind
I’m always

Don’t you appreciate the truth
I’ve been on the road the least
Singing on the loose
Leaving at your peace
What to do with you
Speak and I can’t move

Nothings on your mind
Stop wasting our time
I’ve been at home love
All day
On your mind 
I’m always

She was sitting on the roof
He was standing on the edge
She said, I can’t take it, no more
I was sitting on good bye
She couldn’t afford to tell a lie 

I’ve been at home love
All day
On your mind 
I’m always

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See the light

     See the light

The world switched off their light
at night and began to sleep
The moon wake up at night
and switched on its light to whole universe
It's alert light for us to
protect ourselves from thieves
i don't want light while sleeping
But the world gives us neither
good nor bad, we tends to receive that.

If i am child, i like to say this
"oh! moon. i want to move you
near our home by my hand.
Lit a light for our home only
i stand above you and seeing
the world with a great merry
i wanna color you as blue..
No..Orange...No..all colors
Like a rainbow. wonderful at night

Darkness seems at night
and in your eyes
you see a light 
when you open your eyes
sleep your thoughts, make a dream
sleep your body, just relax
sleep you mind, that is sleep, dream ,relax
sleep your eyes, thief at your home

You see a light
when you open your eyes....

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A New Dimension

Once you walk away and close that door
You'll never be able to go home again
Your world changes once that lock clicks
Walking fast never stopping to look back

A new dimension to your life begins
Childhood becomes a precious memory
You feel nostalgia for the small moments
Butterfly kisses and bedtime stories

You'll never be able to go home again
Stilted conversations in a home not yours
Longing to be wrapped in those strong arms
Those arms that once held you tight

A new dimension to your life begins
Carving out a new path to follow
Teaching yourself what life should be
Sorrows and joys are so lonely without you

Childhood becomes a precious memory
Choosing to remember things that were good
Weeping willow fortress and caramel apples
Summer twilight and low pitched laughing

Once you close that door and walk away
Your childhood life merely becomes memory
You can never go back to the life you had
A new dimension of your life begins 

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my life defined

a series of acts
with a few different scenes
and the script is me knowing yet praying 
that it wont be
a tragedy

Every act i face a series of tests
each test given a name called a scene
I repeat these scenes like life lessons
and when i get them right
like a game show 
i move on to the next act

How many acts are in a Shakespearean tragedy anyway
will i be strong enough
when in this test no matter how near or far from home 
that's always where I'm pointed

I walk out one door
to find myself on set still
outside this time so it should appear
another door i walk into leads me inside
but yet on a yacht going far away
and the actors are always there
asking me dilemmas
choose this choose that
and then I'm right back at the beginning
flashback making it all make sense
like a dram of circles inside my head

the foreshadowing is thick
for we all know the circle routine of the circle of doors
that lead us around on the set
from act one of home to outside
then faraway and jail
to yacht to flashback home again

what is the lesson to be learned
depends on the actors
and the foreshadowing is thick
story lines story lines

this is my life
the show must go on
and i sit here wasting time to write
the actors of my life were never friends
and proof for look they are all on strike
leaving me to walk these circles in my mind
alone on this set blind

open the door
sunrise blue bright outside sky
open the door
I'm on  yacht
open the door
I'm in jail
open the door
I'm in outer space
open the door
I'm home again
and the foreshadowing in this scene is clever but oh soo thick
as i walk in circles by myself
the story seems to stick

how can i make their guts crawl and plan to fail soo tragicly
no one would intervene and it would make us all sick?

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Mulberry Landing

Shifty brown waters
Gnarled grey shack
on a verdant grassy pier
Snow white townhouses
on nearsighted shores
The sky, powdery blue
and you,

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Home Again

Home Again

I want it to feel like home again
Like I belong here; this is where I live
To have that feeling of family
And to know that I'm loved
But I lost that along time ago
It's been a long year
Filled with its ups and downs
A year full of stress
And a year to worry
I've seen death and new life
Brought to the world this past year
I've lost friends and family
But gained both as well
I know people come and go
And things change so we can learn
But sometimes its harder than I can handle
And I often wake up just wanting to go home
And then it hits me that I'm already there
Because although this may not feel like home
That's what it will always be
My family is here, and so are my friends
My life as I've always known it, is here
The memories, the good and bad
They will always remain with me
I want things to be like they were before
I want it to feel like I'm home again
But if it doesn't I will survive
Because I've got all that I need
I'm surrounded by an amazing family
And I couldn't ask for better friends
I know they will always be there for me
No matter what, through thick and thin
And I see it now, I understand
And I'm finally beginning to realize…

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She waited her husband to come home
She missed those nights of romance and she felt alone
Nights of reminiscing
Her husband is a busy thing
Nothing happens but a cold stare
She cook the food
He sat down and eat
She handed him a coffee
He took a sip
She asked, how was your sleep?
He ignored, eyes on the keyboard
She sighed
He waved goodbye
Busy nothings he don't mind.

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I was faced with temptation
When she got drunk last night
The way we flirted
The innocent brushing of hands
The way she leaned on me
Trying to steady herself
My arms wrapped around her
Keeping her in her feet
As I try to ignore the warmth
Cursing through my body
I hold her close to me
Thinking how easy it would be
To lean over and kiss those lips
But she was drunk
And to do that would be wrong
But oh how right and perfect it felt
To hold her in my arms
Her head on my shoulder
Her scent mixed with alcohol
Was intoxicating to me
Somehow I controlled myself
And as a good friend
I took care of her
Brought her home to her woman
Then went home myself
Only to dream about her
And the temptation I faced that night

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I need you

I feel like I'm slowly dying from all this pain
I don't know how much more I can handle
I miss you soo much
Words could not describe how much I miss you 
Or even how much I need you right now
I feel soo lost without you in my life
It hurts to wake up in the morning
And know that I won't see you that day 
Or even many more days to come
I try hard to hide my sadness 
But I can't
For my eyes are started to stay dark and puffy
From all the crying I do 
Every single night
I cry for you, I cry cause I need you desperatly 
I need you soo badly
Nobody understand how much I need you right now
I have needed you since the day you left
I have no one to hold me when I cry
I have no one to make me stop crying
No one to ease my everyday pain
Come home please 
Even if it's just for a day, even an hour 
Just please come home so we can be together
So I can find that much needed reason to stay alive
Cause without you here I feel like dying!
Just come home and hold me tight never let go
Let me know you'll always be here for me 
No matter what happens
I need you NOW

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losing armies

 Losing Armies (dignity)

May 1945, the occupying forces in Norway surrenders, a flag 
is lowered another one hoisted. The occupiers’ commandant 
hand his revolver to the man from the home front, there is
 dignity. The enemy now prisoners, go back to their barracks 
and wait to be skipped home to their country.

Another war, in the Middle East 70 years later, the occupiers
leave in the night unseen by the masses, they too have lost
but pretend they are victors. No dignity, only an unspoken 
sense of dishonor.  And the soldiers, of the vanquished army, 
will be demobbed, given medals and sacrifices are forgotten. 

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Why Did You

Why did you say that you love me
And then go and hurt me
Why did you say you cared about me
And then not be around the time I really needed you
Why did you say you would never break me heart
And then go and break me heart in the harshest way ever possible
Why did you swear you would always be here for me no matter what... 
But I need you soo badly now , but your not here
Where are you, why are you doing this to me
Why did you leave me, what did I ever do to deserve this.
And the hard thing is I trusted you, I loved you, I cared about you
Why couldn't  you just be honest and tell me how you really feel
Why can't you just please come home
Come home so you can make everything better
And come home to fix this broken heart of mine.
Can you tell me why you did all of these, 
Cause I can't figure it out

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Dying For A Dead End Job

Living from day to day,
Trying to make life a better day.
Doing the best you can,
To keep food on your plate,
And cool air from your fan.

Bettering yourself ,
The only way you know how.
Constantly wiping,
The sweat from your brow.
Satisfying the same rude boss 
And customers working so hard,
To not let them get the best of us.
Crying out to your family at home,
Because you and your colleagues 
Don’t get along.

Going home to answer the phone.
Finding yourself, doing the same 
Things at work as you do at home.
The same old job that causes you
To prematurely age  can’t  pay
You more than minimum wage.
While at home watching your T.V.,
Hoping and dreaming, to have a crib
Like a celebrity, you hope to have a
Chandelier like theirs. Then you look up
At your raggedy light fixture. Getting the
Blurry image of you sitting in an old beat
Up chair.

You’re thinking, “Hey, I work every day.”
“I work very hard, and I can’t even get 
My job’s credit card.” “What can I do?”
“I can do nothing but sit here and sob.”
“My health in success is failing, all 
Because I’m dying for a dead end job.”

wrote in college while
sick of retail work
(2003-2004) somewhere in that time

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The Cultivated Mind (Home Grown)

Father and Mother 
With golden determination 
Focused to open my thoughts 
in several ways of revelation -- 
My manner is... Homegrown 
The once green mind still looks back; 
at all that has been revealed to its now browned shell… 
and with that same determination of gold 
I pass down the revelations of old 
to my children, as I have been told 
The mind should always be 
Cultivated to the best of ones abilities.... 
Its focus should start within the home 
That is why I feel blessed 
When I tell you my children 
Most assuredly -- I am Home Grown.

Author’s Comments: 
As a farmer tills the earth and toils to harvest that which he has sown and the wife 
prepares the table before him, produced from within the bounty reaped thereof... 
 Thus, we should take the time to cultivate the minds of our children, to also 
acknowledge their surroundings and the people there in. 
To stay focused on the blessings at hand, that they not live stagnant lives but to be 
productively responsible for the gifts which they each so uniquely possess. 
 The mind is a terrible thing to waste.

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While you've been gone...

while you've been gone
I've been so sick
a virus a cold the flu, URI,
who knows but sick enough
to be home three days
fever cough running nose
buckets of tissues and very little sleep
today I dragged myself up and had a shower
ripped the sheets off and soaked them 
the clean ones brought me to
went outside in the sun for a while
(forgot it was July, I was feeling like January)
the dog so happy I was up and around
he is not happy when Mama's down and out
you'll be home in a few hours
at least our room doesn't smell sick now
and you can rest
my sore nose, no makeup, tissue box  and all
I'm sure you'll have a nice welcome home
on your mind.
I can't wait to see you.
I'll let you do the talking
when I talk, I cough, so its all on you.....

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Winter Love

winter days will soon confine us
cold wind will sting  faces from car to house
journey home from work will be in darkness
gathering we will eat winter food and have
pots of tea
another winter home with you.

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Idiotic Ads

 Idiotic Ads 
Idiotic Ads 
When the eye gets rich and famous and receives his next million dollars charlax 
the third will remove all the ads from the internet eye will pay everyone not to 
advertise them before Christmas time or after Christmas time begins. When 
commercials are done they will forget Santa's clause at the end. There will be 
more patriotic ads Just imagine a moonlight nite fit for a ride on a horsey. The 
axe deodorant can is sitting in the window of the tower. One if by land two if by the 
sea and instead of two lanterns burning to warn people the boats was coming 
Paul Revere rode to a midnite rendezvous with two minions and flirts spraying 
his axe around them quite gleefully having the fun of his lifetime yearning for his 
freedom. The axe people take note the tri-cornered hat could be tri-colored at that 
and the oversize axe can says PR on the label please get the idea on the table 
and let Santa go home until Christmas come we need no axe can with SC on the 
label let Santa alone until Dec 23 and then let him sleep on Dec 26 at his home 
the North Pole.

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A Love Lost

The love lost was in a home
The love lost had worn its course and left on its own
It was unhappy
Because the love wasn't there the way it was planned to be

The lost love was broken down bit by bit
Day by day
Minute by minute
And fate by fate

It was tired of not being used
They made it feel neglected and abused
In this house, love was nowhere to be found
It was suppose to speak clear and loud, but it couldn't make a sound

The love lost wasn't felt in the hearts of the home
Instead, it was left outside in the cold to love alone
To dream of a home looking for love to fill the space between the walls
But until then, he has to wait until a home calls

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Homeward bound

My heart is sad
And the way is lonely and long,
And there is a fear
that I may be lost.

The sun is set,
And the sky is gray and cold,
And I am, oh!
a home bound solitary bird--
Forlorn and perched
on the branch of a dead tree.

~"Home Sweet Home" contest by SKAT A

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The Call For Home

i must go home now 
the sun is gone, I have had my fun 
in the arms of a thousand days before 
i must go home now 
where old men go to meet lovers 
that do not call again 
i shall go before the rain 
\how long since i left 
i can remember nothing 
because what is in nothing to remember 
it was all ideas in my head 
the only reality is my separation 
from the fire getting cold in my bones 
i must go home now 
\things are good here 
i like to watch the bird poise above the bud 
of flowers sipping sweet nectar 
in the glistening dawn. i must go home 
i love the sun, but i must let it go 
and give my heart a chance to go.

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discoveries made too late

upon seeing the potted flowers in the store
so beautiful, so seemingly original in all their
majestic aura, flirting with all the senses,
taken in by the smell & aroused by the touch of the
the onlooker wants nothing more than to take the
flowers home & make them their own,
so that they can place them on the windowsill
in order to catch the rays of light &
stir up the apartment, if possible,
with a new way of looking at the world---
in the same way we see beauty in other attractive human beings &
we want to smell, taste, touch them & then, unfortunately,
the need to possess them infects so many,
where taking them home &
placing them on the shelf so that no one else can get a good look at them
except through a thick pane of glass
still seems to be proper etiquette in the 
21st century---
this invades what might of once been something of a pure
when already the ball has begun rolling,
the person stashed on the sill 
finds themselves wondering what exactly is going to become of this
new relationship,
as the newness starts to wither
much like the flower on the sill whose watering gets neglected
as the days pass,
the new flower has made plans to leave
the next time it gets a chance &
that lone stroller who initially found such beauty
will never get to delve deeper into the complexities
which come with fostering discovery
instead of placing on the shelf someone 
whose aesthetic beauty only captivated the onlooker for just so long &
when they are gone,
the lone stroller finds themselves knocking up side their own head
because the discoveries that could have been had,
the overwhelming interesting things that comprised the flower so quickly shelved,
now can never be known.

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In his car

   After an arguement in his car was where I would find my daddy
        Living there 
       GroomING in rearview mirrors
          Sittting like it was the most normal thing
              His home away from home
                    I guess
                 But to see the look on his face
                        Life was passing by
                       As he slept the night away 
                              in his car
                           I knew he'd much rather be 
                             Inside the house
                             Watching me grow 
                               I would wave to him on my way to school
                                   So hard for me to comprehend
                                      why daddy couldn't just come home 
                                         My mom found unsual ways to punish him
                                            she never knew that it hurted me 
                                                just being on the outside looking in
                                                    Watching him in his car 
                                                    day after day
                                                      I learned some things about life 
                                                     That I never wanted to learn
                                                  How cold. How lonley. 
                                                   He must have been in his car. 
                                                            NO LOVE INSIDE. 
                                                               Just a place to be  
                                                              A small insane assylum
                                                              Where he was being sentenced
                                                             Sometimes I wondered why he stayed
                                                                lounging in his car 
                                                                   But than I realized it was 
                                                                Cause he loved my mommy  
                                                             So he'd sleep in that car for centuries 
                                                                     Just to get back on her good side

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Tornadoes of New Hampshire

Yesterday I thought I try
to help some strangers, I thought I would cry
So we drove an hour and half to meet
The rain was so torrential we could hardly see

But our mission was true and hopefully we strove
All along the road a beautiful green land cove 
I was hard to believe that nature had struck 
So we pulled up the station and unloaded our truck
We bought them water and batteries to 
And a bag full of clothes to cheer up there blues 
Here a woman had lost her life 
The baby in her arms lived through the strife 

She was unlucky God called her home 
So sadly down the street we decided to roam 
We came upon some broken limbs of trees 
Further down that road we did squeeze

My heart fell down my hands to my knees 
There along the road for were broken off tops of pine trees 
The twisted heaps lined family yards 
And to each one of them I send you my regards

It looked like a war zone
 I had never seen anything like this at my home 
Nature had unleashed her wrath 
Distorted people lives in a wink of her path 

Animals ran loose wires were down 
After it was over 
came the shock and tears abound

I am sure they will never come to forget 
the moments of terror and that awful upset

For all those people I wish you the best 
And I hope your friends; family and neighbors help clean up the mess   
I hope we as humans can pull together and help 
And those with more money please share your wealth


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New York

Bull Rider of Day and Night
Sperm of Population, Home of Insomnia
Place of Yellow Cabs and Nation's NASDAQ's Business
Highlife, Loud, Crime
City of making it Big:
When I am there I am told that you are strong, for I have seen NYPD Blue sirens 
everywhere, catching what might harm you or me.
I see the night approach as to cover me with blindness: Yeah in my mind crime 
might come for me.
Yet you are a Big Apple, and that apples are good for me: yet you are the Big 
Apple that has so much poison.
Is there away for me to escape the worm that may make me sick, and bite into a 
better Big Apple:
I feel confined like I am in a box with no way out I need my South for comfort,
High Sky Scrapers with flashy lights like among Las Veges show lights, you look 
Bold,and are in an A class line:
Tough as steel like Philadelphia's Arch, Sneaky as a King Cobra,
Open Arms,
Wonderful Shops,
Havoc Traffic,
Block Parties,
Big Bridges, Little Bridges, Over Rises,
Mostly clear starynites, like bling bling earrings, shine like high beams on a car.
Moments of terrible Migraines of the city with too many lights.
Land of many possibilities of many jobs and Famous Celebrities.
Wonderful Place of Famous Baseball Teams, Snowy Winters, Homeless people 
Begging, Home of Greed to the Bull Rider, of Day and Night, Sperm of 
Population, Home of Insomnia and Place of Yellow Cabs, and Nations.

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A Perfect Poet

 A Perfect Poet 
A Perfect Poet 
He wrote the poem and spelled the words so incorrectly he must tell his word 
document to ignore the half of it. He tries to make a style stand out to be 
eecummings in his heart he starts an idea and makes it work somewhat then he 
twists the center until it gels and bleeds then he turns the ending until it seems 
like just the ticket for the transfer on the bus ride home a perfect gnome a self 
important man so far from home a place in time already gone so all alone and 
hurt the day will come when attitude will win and all the people lose there hate 
and poets win and a perfect poet rides the wind and the blanket gets so wet at 
times and the life spills out when love arrives. AH HA he cried a perfect poet is 
the plan a perfect poem is a different thing. 

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The Creek

I remember a much simpler time,

when the world was round and so innocent.

There was a country store; a narrow creek,

an old cable hung from a metal bridge.

The launching point from which people would swing,

a semi flat rock on the muddy bank.

For an extra thrill, one could climb the bridge,

a dare and a step into the midair.

Rushing air, a great splash, and the bottom,

once to the surface, proving your courage.

Occasionally all would abandon,

when a lazy old snake would swim along.

This gave chance for sharing time and a joke,

a soda, potato chips, and moon pie.

Dripping wet cut-off shorts and the warm sun,

innocent minds, so far not corrupted.

No one thought of what the future would bring,

the poor lived from day to day happily

We earned our pay from driving a tractor,

hauling hay and digging fence posts all day.

Upon returning home to family,

we ate home cooking and slept untroubled.    

Yes, I remember a simpler time.

The creek, friends, family, and innocence

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Where is My Son?

Sitting and pondering don’t know which way to go.
Where is my son I really would like to know?
Left the house the other day and did not say a word.
It’s been five days now and I still have not even heard.

Where is my son? I really would like to know. 
What is he into out in the world so cold?
Wandering the streets from day to day I just don’t have a clue.
I just don’t understand and my heart is feeling blue.

Don’t he understand a mother’s aching heart?
Can’t he feel the pain when we are far apart?
Many sleepless night I have when he’s not in this house.
Where is my son? Where is his where about?

Father where is my son, I really would like to know?
I just don’t understand why did he have to go?
Why does he choose to run the streets from night to night?
Can someone please tell me..Why he can’t do things that’s right?

  Nathaniel has taken off again. He's 15 years old. The police feels that he is 
mixed up in gang activities. They searched my home last Wednesday looking for 
weapons. I wasn't home at the time. Hubby said nothing was found. As soon as 
they left he took off again. Came in on Saturday, took a bath and took off. Haven't 
seen or heard anything since. Please keep him in your prayers...

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A home is far from being a home

(In a moment of complete sadness these thoughts crossed my mind
And I am sure anyone who has been all alone will understand)

A home is far from being a home

Written By D.A.M

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

A home is far from being a  home 

Especially when 

There is no one else around

And there is nothing but silence

And a whole house 

That is full of empty rooms

To consume our minds with sadness

Because it is like living in a casket

That is six feet in the ground

That is waiting to be filled up with sand

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MeloncollY BabY

Meloncolly Baby 
MeloncollY Baby 
Homesickness threatens me what with the World Wide Web at my fingertips 
Eye just smurfed a place that used to be my home before the SATAN came 
The place looks just the same as it ever was eye used to walk those streets 
Eye used to live those streets and almost eye was thrown away in that place. 
The bricks inside that building will all decay and fill a hole of great despair 
The entire city needs to burn to be destroyed to get the edges of the sword 
Eye cannot believe the sun is still ashining on the Stalingrad's hill. The place of 
vengeance of the scorpions the place of the passing of my shadow the sight of 
places eye remember has made me loose has made me useless. 
Eye remember far too much comeuppances hate has ruled their daytime lives. 
The city built of MAN will face the Judgment of its GOD and now the sins of this 
one man have been forgiven him. We only live until we die. 
No, eye am not proud to be American or proud to have no home eye am not 
proud of anything that eye have done just glad to be away from that Queer City of 
the sun. Homesick not. Homeless in America Homeless but eye won. 

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The Road Into Hoi An Part 2

And the road, the road, is blue and grey,
with sounds and sounds and a new deal
every day, and every way you can think of , 
which shudders the big blue, the big grey 
buildings of plaster and bare, bare brick and
nonsense, no sense electrical, theatrical buzzing
flashing market, stalls;

And you weave you weave, you have to in the 
mesmeric, rhetoric of the heavy, levy, worse on 
sunday, black, red and plastic blue, gassed up,
metered, skipping, gripping, ripping motor biking
traffic from hell; from now; from anywhere:

and the harsh, kitsch sounds and painted boards
send you up the  hill, and into the thousand-shop
main street ; the biggest shopping street  in the ,
”where you from,  what you looking for?”  
hairy, scary, repairing, crazy, bucolic, alcoholic,
in your face, in your place, no disgrace,  screwy,  all day ,
crazy, throbbing, bobbing, jobbing, whirling, curling
Hoi An crazy world.


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Fly Away Home

The bells toll for you today

To fly to your new home in
Yonder sky..

Spread your wings and fly
From down here below,

So, fly away home

Oh, fly away home

To your new home in
Yonder sky..

Our hearts are  broken and
We fill so blue,

Many tears has been shred
For miss you so

We know you have pass through
Heavens gates

Your journey was hard but the
Bell toll

For you to come home in yonder

So, fly away home

Oh, fly away home

Your great work you accomplished
Down here below

Have been awarded

Your memory will never fade

So, fly away home

Oh, fly away home

To your new home in yonder
If I had not died I would have
Been a gospel singer..

But since I’d died I will sing
In the heavenly choir..

So, fly away home

Oh, fly away home...

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Average Life (Angel of Sadness)

I was born in pain
Therefore I shall die in pain
Give my followers the chance to furnish my veins
Here you go father, take your semen back
Ain’t no question marks for how these demons act
Held in open arms as I regulate trade
As impossible as it seems 
We find ways to segregate in the shade
One cotton blossom short
Of the tools in which we are educated slaves
So tell me
How’s your happy home and your white picket fence
College is further education
I’m still reaching out from a sanctuary scary as home
A reason to care, a simple reason to hold on
This common addiction varies 
When you lead life cold and alone
I see smiles of death across a new dawn
Simply because I can not share feelings 
Life will go on with out me
Thank your savior for your blessings 
Before you realize what you’re about to see
So tell me 
How’s your happy home and your white picket fence
The closer I get to hell, the more it makes sense
How’s your happy home and your white picket fence

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Can You Hear Me?

Can you hear me?
Why can’t you hear me?
The pain, the pain it’s so great – Can you not hear my cries?
That’s right, you can’t.  It’s deep, deep, deep inside.
Sometimes it’s so loud – I can’t believe you don’t hear the whines, the groans, 
the moans, and the sys.

Will it ever go away? Will it ever lessen?
I think not – it’s here to stay.

It has been deep inside me since my earliest memory.
Will someone ever hear my cry?
When I am alone it seems it’s worst.
When I am home -  no one is there.

Not a pill, not a person, not a child, not a care.
No one, nor nothing can stop it from happening.
I think it will always be there.

I will not give up my search.
I search long and hard, deep and wide.
I will continue to search until the end of my time.

Can you hear me?
Why can’t you hear me?
If you just pay more attention you might be able to hear the agony of my existence.

Can you hear me?
Why can’t you hear me?
The pain, the pain it’s so great – Can you not hear my cries?
That’s right, you can’t.  It’s deep, deep, deep inside.
Sometimes it’s so loud – I can’t believe you don’t hear the whines, the groans, 
the moans, and the sys.

Will it ever go away? Will it ever lessen?
I think not – it’s here to stay.

It has been deep inside me since my earliest memory.
Will someone ever hear my cry?
When I am alone it seems it’s worst.
When I am home -  no one is there.

Not a pill, not a person, not a child, not a care.
No one, nor nothing can stop it from happening.
I think it will always be there.

I will not give up my search.
I search long and hard, deep and wide.
I will continue to search until the end of my time.

Can you hear me?
Why can’t you hear me?
If you just pay more attention you might be able to hear the agony of my existence.

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Acceptable Food

Acceptable Food
The eye is never sure of his food so anyway they say there is limits to what a man 
can have they don’t want crumbly things so today I’m typing with a banana to 
illustrate the rules have never changed the popcorn made inside the theater box 
can be bought but never brought from home away with the poor boy bum that 
lives at home and carries some to theater to love. We want people to buy corn so 
salty that they cry for more and auction off the ranch to buy a coke so watered 
down to taste as to be tasteless to a boy who cannot afford them at the prices the 
RIALTO charges.
The syrup sticks to the sticking floor from a mop that never can be cleaned or 
handled wielded not with love but working now for money and decay and crud.
The popcorn that eye have is simply jaded lost in time.
The cokes have all gone flat. There is a clear limit to my love the eye is not like 
that. The banana is too green for the mee to eat just yet.  The word typing in this 
text was typed on the keyboard with a very hard and green banana thing. Accept.

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In these I feel . . .

I worked today and I didn’t think about you at all
I was happy when I came home
Ha! Home that’s a joke isn’t it, yeah . . . 
I’ve never been home, never been, for never had!
So you weren’t there, you weren’t anywhere today!
Just tonight haunting my poems all over again!
I hate it I hate it I can’t rip you from my soul!!!
And what if I could
If I could would I be better off!!?
Well would I be better off without this feeling in my heart
In the lightest reaches of my conscious mind that I know now 
What home feels like
Because I have felt your arms around me, felt your breath across my neck
Felt your eyes fall over my skin, touch in whispers my soul through and through
Listened to your breath that sighed silently in my ear under the stars
Because I felt you feeling at home in my arms too

My wandering mind that courses across the sea of sorrows deep and run fast
Lost in the waves and tides swamped all again in dreams of you
Crying out in the waters all around me as I sink once more beneath the waves
Falling down, down into the darkness of despair because I can still smell your hair
Feel it through my fingers when it shimmered softly in the lamplight
I want to scream and rip out my eyes so that I may not see your smile
Which warms me in the coldest of nights when I lay naked in the snows hoping
Praying, begging God to take me away, take me away take me, take me . . . too
Welcome me home into your arms again, oh I wish and I yearn
But God doesn’t listen to me in these nights no, no God ignores my pleas

I close my eyes and I bite my lips to blooding 
I smash my fist across the ground to watch through tears as my knuckles break
I break my mind across this tiled out floor and smack it soundlessly on the wall
Because it is easier, this kind of pain is bearable it is, it is, it is
Unspeakably kinder than the wretched agony of living all over once more without
Never more, never more, never more will these hands hold
Never again, never once, never ever . . . will these arms feel

I worked this morning and I didn’t feel a thing
I worked this afternoon, this evening and tonight I remembered why 
I remembered when
I remembered how 
I remembered

God . . . you broke my heart forever when you . . . 
It’s been a year, a lifetime and then another and another and still, still . . .
Since you’ve gone, since you tore . . . and I’m still here . . .  

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Life Lessons

Another day before the judge.
Nathaniel told the judge-he wanted to come home.
Judge asked the dad, “If he agreed”?
Stipulations were made and he was released.
He came home with a bracelet on.
Can’t go very far or he’ll set off an alarm.
Life lessons are hard but must be faced.
Even read his Bible from day to day.
Went to church and said his prayers.
For the next thirty days he must act like he care.

August 1-2007-My 15 year old came home today. He said, it was tough but he 
learned a lot while in juvenile hall. Even accepted the Lord. He has thirty days 
before he goes in to see the judge again. 

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Late Night Travellers

At breakneck speed I hurl fast
Towards impending doom
Singing an after work tune
Excited to get home to nothing.

I pass a car swerving as I
Swear out a gentle concern
Ignoring what lies ahead as I
Pass it in an instant

A reminiscent color scheme
Wizzes by my driver’s side
Peering wearily into blackness
At those brilliant red eyes

Sinking into a relaxed state
Calming wonders in my mind
I turn up the happiness
That blocks out the outside.

Red eyes… closer than they
Dare to peer suddenly
Decide my fate at 100 mph
In a blurry limp hurry I collide...

Two souls meet in the blackness.
One, singing a tune to sound waves
The other, in a wireless haze..
Both excited to get home to nothing.

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and the rough guy shouts  
from the construction site,
in a language I can't yet 

and his weary wife brings him
pork ribs, a lunch;

why?...there's a deli nearby:
maybe they like it that way,
maybe he shouted, "I love you"

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It's Now Just a House

The darkness of this quiet house scares me
No more, do I even hear it settling
As if remnants or reminders of loud steps
No more is there light within the rooms

The doors stay shut unless I, alone, open them
For they no longer slam with eagerness or anger
But rather hang in loneliness as barriers
From entering within the confines of the past

The feeling of a home no longer resonates
From within the walls now pale in color
As torn draperies cling to their last life
In an effort to catch one final breeze

I close the door behind me as I turn to say
My farewells to the home of my youth
Where memory’s keepsakes relocate 
To the vacant edges within my mind

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Home Sweet Home

A fresh green shine engulfs my island

Each Spring, it becomes an emerald

Surrounded by a sapphire blue sea

Encircled with steep snow-capped mountains

My Earthly paradise, home sweet home 

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My Savior

Everywhere you go he sees you
           Watching your every move
           Listening to your every thought
He surrounds you like a blanket made of love and care.

As His son's blood is drippings down the splintered wood, 
Your sins drip,
             They'er dripping away and you as are forgiven.
His love is so great,
             So great it makes you wonder,
How could I, me, be loved so much?

Everyday and in every way,
We find one way,
            One way to survive this world,
This world,
             The world around us and, 
One way for me is knowing,

              Knowing his love will never die,
              Knowing here is a home waiting for me,

                            A home where all is perfect,
                            A home where I will find a light glowing,
                                        Welcoming me into everlasting life,
                            A home where I will finally be with my Maker,
                                                       My God,
                                                                   My Savior.

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Grant My Desire

Grant my desires…
To convey my thoughts freely
To holler at candid volumes 
What must be expressed, deafeningly
That anguished chagrin burning
A fiery spark of reverence
In the eyes of those passing me by
While day-by-day the masses survive
Existing in lives adrift in unconsciousness

Grant my desires…
For this world I’ll beget
Held by consequences of odium and ardor
I’ll bring victory from the jaws of lethargy
Once granted the tools the scenes I design
Concrete towers replaced by a home lakeside
Superhighways lost to the bubbling of creeks
In the easy hills of fresh cut grass
Life shall never be what it seems

Grant my desire…
For a new beginning constructed
Where you and I shall live in utopia found
A place foreign to anger or conflict and sorrow
I shall build this life for only we two
In which we can discover the beauty of each
Where all things will be clear and untainted
A home where you may sleep in the peace you crave
Unfettered and whole in the oneness of both

Grant my desire…
For the strength to fight forward
Defending this cause to bring about change
Investing of creativity and blissful intent
Of a fervor carried forth on angels wings
Like the perfect ring shall this hope last
No beginning or end found in its features
Eternity claimed by the chance of the moment
In the die of perfection cast

Grant my desire…
And as tribute to be presented
I shall weave you a tapestry of providence
Highlights intertwined of fate and desire
Covering the many walls of our life’s toil
Telling our stories for those whom discover
The bridge between perfection and cold reality  
Grant my desire to convey my thoughts freely
To holler out at candid volumes…

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Miss You

 You are gone for a week
and our home loses its rhythm
our daddy
our husband
our lover is away
phone calls are stilted
rushed and off time zones
call me even if I'm sleeping
I miss you in the bed
I'll keep the phones here.
I miss you at dinner
when I get home and now I
have to wait to hear all the stories
of your week
in corporate land
of all the people I know by name only
let me hear it
let me watch your face as you tell me
what a gift to share your life
and hear what's happened

your children get itchy
irritable with each other
well why not
their center is not there
no one to give those certain answers
that make all their anxiety fly away
come home soon
we miss you
we miss you!

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Somewhere On The Other Side Of Reality

I had moved out of my old family home,
several years before,
That home of happy memories,
Existed on this earth no more,
Torn down for cheaply made condos,
The particleboard type of crap,
I'd missed my old home so badly,
I'd fallen into a sentimental trap

One day, purely out of curiosity,
I decided to call my old phone number,
The one we'd had for so many years
Feeling sort of really silly,
I wondered who would connect to my ears,
Yet fearing my acceptance I might encumber

Well I dialed the number I'd had for years,
And hardly could hold back the tears,
Not really expecting an answer to my call,
My silly actions making me feel so small

To my surprise, the call was answered,
Even more surprising, one entrancer
The voice I heard on the line,
Was unmistakably mine!!

Not the me of here and now,
But, in some wonderous way, somehow,
A younger me,
Perhaps from about 1970!!

Well, I was shocked so deeply, so bad...
Seemed as if, my tongue, I no longer had,
Here I am, I'm talkin' to me!!!!
Oh, how could this possibly be???

Well, the other me, at their end of the phone,
Got annoyed at my silence, as my tongue had turned to stone,

I tried to speak, I tried to stammer,
But it was as if my mind,
had been hit with a hammer,
I could do little more than moan,
I was in the Twilight Zone...

I could have warned me of perils to come,
Maybe then I could avoid, at least some,
But fate doen't work that way..

So if you get a call,
From yourself, don't let silence fall,
Take advantage of your chance,
So with your life, you do a better dance.

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All over this land there are people and families living. 
Guys and gals living how they do. 
Adding to the history of our nation. 
In towns and villages, by the coast in small harbours and on isolated islands. 
Young and old, happy and sad. 
See them in their lives, so many past memories and future dreams. 
We are them, they are us. 
Some are parents, others kids doing what kids do. 
Adults work to support their families, coal miners and soldiers, waitresses and bar girls. 
Our country, home to so many people. 
Shaped by war and forged in battle. 
A third of the world was our empire. 
Empire people settled here as decades pass. 
Pages add to the story of England. 
Day by day, dawn becoming dusk. 
What will tomorrow bring for us all. 
Joyous family life or perilous battle abroad? 
Will you take a summer day trip to Chester or a winter holiday in Durham? 
England here for us all to see. 
So much to see and do. 
You add to our history in your own way.