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Stardust Road

“Stardust Road”

"Soft defense driven through my thoughts,
I vanish away into yesterday’s scenic road,
Set the mood among the dark clouds,
Wish I could go back to the night, of fourteen and cold.
Tell myself not to look up and cover myself with the world.

Sorry I could not stay, 
One too many excuses & lies,
To where they never fixed themselves;
I could not handle the air,
I had to breathe right the cold nights that followed. 
I stood as one in love, under the starry sky…
Young and alone, I left the never-ending vindictive feeling.
The dust slept every reason inside my soul.
I travel the world, snoozing with the magic of the sand.
Stars that echo and drop twinkles to my walking toes.
The horizon was my blanket and shield…
Where the light and night I wore, 
Accelerating, escaping… no more justification! 
"Oceans of excuses sailed through my soul, 
Heartbroken, but in love with defiance toward the stardust novelty. 

With a sigh!
I hesitate not to look back,
Somewhere the ages turn to rust: 
Old and grey, all alone,

The leaves I stepped on then are trample and gone.
One day I shall return for the proper goodbye.
For now, I must travel down this lonely road silently.
Slowly my heart will heal itself, nurturing the frozen sleet away.
Releasing the 14-year old girl at last,
In body and in mind and soul, 
Confronting her with an, I BELONG HELLO!”

By;PD


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You Caught The Wind

I remember you, from when there was a spring When the seasons were ripe, with verdant green Our nimble feet danced in the wind and on the brink of everything Not a furrow in the brow of youth We borrowed life for just awhile We tapped our shoes, on a promised stage Where carefree laughter was the rage that filled our age with endless miles We danced and twirled a twin ballet just you and me on summer's waves Two pirouettes, in mode of curls of blossoms, frilled, and tender leaves unfurled in winds, we found a way to soar our wings, above the world We knew not yet of death or dying or of regret, or cause for crying But, something frowned upon the season You caught the wind, and without reason A colder wind that kept you flying far beyond my eyes could see And to the other side you disappeared beyond my words beyond my tears Now here alone I touch the day and taste the night remembering I will walk alone, in autumn sun And lay myself on dying leaves I think of you and think of then I feel the wind against my face that sweeps me to a distant place where I recall what is not erased I'm closer now... to hear the sound The whisper of the seasons calling Above the trees, the sky is blue I think of you, and feel the breeze And all the while, the leaves are falling
....................................................................................................... For Catie's Contest: Inspired by a poem by Elaine George: "Autumn - A Ballade"


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PLUCKED VIOLIN



This is too complex; i mean the throbbing wound grating my belly on a dappled day, a day breathing of tender winds and violins. Perhaps, the strains of notes shuttle me back to my grandfather’s library sitting on books and archaic telescopes. Here, we would empty the shoulders from a rough sail; he scattering fiddle songs on painted walls… the mellow notes tasted like hints of vanilla scent warmed by cadences of burning musical passion as his eyes , half-closed ,melted the noise of an anxious world, of teary wrongs. ‘Bathe in the splendor of the night,’ he mused, submitting to a trance smitten by some refrains of Moonlight Serenade… and my rubber spine would bend with the flesh of his vibrating hands; violin strings weeping till we drowned in holy streams. Now, I feel this undefined nostalgia… the phantom of light exhumed his lust for old charm; and my eyes fall on the alley of roaming vagueness. I could have loved him more than heaven plucking his strings so soon, uninvited. Regina Riddle's A Special Memory 9/17/2014


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Things That Seemed Poetic

Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love that we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death and dying.


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It Got Written

it got written in the sunshine
in the late eve
in the cool breeze
it got written in the moment

it got written on a swing
on a deserted beach
a most curious thing
it got written in the moment

it got written on the sand
where the seaweed washed upon the land
without a plan
it got written in the moment

it got written where the waves of the bay lap like static
and I can hear the metal grinding of a windmill
over the sound of that cool breeze in my ears
it got written in the moment

it got written watching a seagull doing a fly-by
watching me, squawking at me
like an impatient child wanting me to give it something
it got written in the moment

it got written under a big blue sky
on a distant coastline
close to where I now live
it got written in the moment

it got written while I waited
while we lived apart but worked together for our future, fated
when we again would be mated
it got written in that moment


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Unforgiving

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


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These ribbons I tie as you leave

Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating 
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.


Orange – 
for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
Iridium. 
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone. 

Green – 
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs 
like dandelion seeds blown from 
My wistful lips when I was 
eleven 
waiting for them to bring back my wish.

Black – 
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from 
your father’s funeral.  

It was the only time I watched you cry.

There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through 
their watery colored reflections.


Pink – 
for the way your skin repels from my 
Touch, quivers as though my finger- 
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.

Purple – 
for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager
Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss. 

You left her waitng..always.

I have been special to you,
she replies to your
overtures.

Her letters 
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.

White – 
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.

They spit 
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.

My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.

We will divide our booty

Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold 
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.

Grey- 
for the morning 
now knocking on my window.

I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
in
the tangle of these vacant sheets. 




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Gary's Yard Sale, the story

Gary's Yard Sale, the story
                                                  Authored by Chuck Keys

Among the rustbelt cities of yesterday,
Along the edges of the Detroit River,
A short distance to the side,
Resides a slice of Victorian times,
Excesses exceeded needed, 
Where age confronts time,
The day before meets the day of,
And greets tomorrow.

Those in the hood
And outside,
Meet and greet among 
The scraps of forgotten memories.
Lawns filled with bygones of size,
Tables filled with important somethings,
Maybe everythings,
For important that evolved into history.

Where memories become linked,
Each to a stored thought,
Treasured, pleasured or disdained,
To a person,
Of late or present,
To a future of who knows what.

During the day,
The history-of and the future-of talk,
To each,
Of where they were,
And where they hope to be,
The dust is blown off with the wind,
From the east, west, north and south.

The yard sale, the graveyard of the past,
The arena of the present,
Life and death of the sale,
Dance together, coupled,
Where Mine, becomes Yours' while
Gary the Conductor, orchestrates to perfection,
The operatic enjoyment of history,
Buyer meets seller, exchanges
Are made.  As is today.
Bravo! Bravo!

*This poem is dedicated to Gary and Ann Harris of Northville MI USA – May they and 
their Yard Sales age forever!

© Charles H Keys, 2010.  All Rights Reserved.  V1.4.09252010


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Just I - All Alone

I swam inside the Mediterranean Sea. In what would be my Glory Days, off Valencia’s coast, I dipped my foot in freezing water; withdrew it; then dipped it in again. (I’d always had my own will even then, just didn’t realize how strong it was). Disappointingly, my one day to enjoy the sea was cold. I still cannot recall if others from my group ventured out there with me and stayed for long although I remember a few of them were shivering riding on the bus to go back home. Oh, it was so very long ago! Nor can I recollect the suit I wore (I do know I was plump then; "Gordita” the men called out to me). The season - was it early spring or still the winter? And what specific color claimed the sea that day along my beloved Iberia’s splendid shore? Of that afternoon, I remember only this: Aimlessly I let my body float first in one direction, then another; keeping my eyes always on land, my body numb, accustomed to the freeze. No one was around me; I drifted, sometimes nearly straying. . . just I - all alone - letting my whole self go. . . for maybe 40 minutes. It was something I felt that I just had to do so that years later, standing here today (“Gordita” frozen deep inside me) I can say that I swam in that mighty, ancient sea.


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Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


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UP WHERE IT BELONGS




Strewn by knitted spines and a tail with ribbons on its hair, bright flowing visions float along an azure sky. Gracefully, the flight takes a diamond shape as if to roam away in some twirling glide. And as it slowly faded from sight, the little boy on the beach giggled and tugged the braided loop calling his paper wing, “ Come back; I’ll have to pull you in.” But it waved on like an entranced sail kissing the clouds; till near dusk marked the rising moon…quietly, he rested on the sand to gaze at the breezy sky again; this time a bit aware the kite he handmade and loved won’t come back… for it is up above where its home belongs. ~ Contest: Gwendolyn Rix's Let's Fly a Kite and PD's Poem Under 15 Lines by nette onclaud


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Afloat On a Lavender Sea

Decades yawn and stretch across the years, traveling up the stairs, around the chairs coiling around the door of one small room that was groomed by the sun of a Saturday afternoon... Floating on a sea of a hardwood floor I'm prone, on my back, on a lavender rug Examining the nail of my left hand thumb hearing you express, that you aced your class I had confessed, to missing you more each day linked only to you, by that ivory phone and a ring on my finger, that bound our love and blinded our eyes to the doubt of youth... Invitations in the mail, and a church on hold There was a cake on order, and a cold hard world You were glued to my ear, I was entrapped by a cord that tugged on the wall, with every word Light from the yard is scored by the blinds but, there on the floor, prone on my back, I'm bound by the cord that tethered our lives Linked to your voice, where love was wound Hovering over the sea of cold hardwood, I had a pillow of shag of a lavender rug The days stretching short and our vows yet untold A cord getting stronger, that time would unfold
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I Recall

I recall a filthy sidewalk
running in front of grandma's house
with bumps and cracks from the roots
of ancient white oaks…

Meandering down to the levee
with cane poles and sack lunches
crickets and freshly dug earth worms
Barefoot in careless summers...

I recall one low spot 
beneath a straggly Chinaberry 
filled with pitch-black delta dirt
washed in by summer rains
Shuffling through and digging down
burying our toes...

Often now I recall
when the heavens are shrouded in grief
when darkness closes at the edge of vision
I recall a porch light flicking on in the distance
I recall grandma’s trembling soprano calling
calling me back home….





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Bedlam baby

I remember you
cartoon smile and egg-shaped head.
Do you remember
how the rainbow formed on the water,
how the neon lights flickered,
or the scent of nectarines on your forehead?
They were happy to see for the first time
behind glass window,
between speaker box voices --
unopened package,
untouched collector’s item,
you shiny new contraption,
star of the play,
hero of the hour, 
flavor of the season.

Seed of your father,
soil of your mother.
Fruit of love,
fruit of conflict.
Decision’s aftermath,
delusion’s consequence,
Are you accident,
                    intention,
                            problem,
                                  solution?

Bough in the river,
wrenched in the current.
Hand reaching for hand,
hand holding your own.
Bedlam baby with the guilty smile
do you remember
how you would not fracture the  mullioned frame,
how you could not shatter porcelain,
or how you hid in changing alleys?

I will save you
you will save me.
My hand in yours.
I am the boat
you are the journey.


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If Only

If only...I could start over again.
Took that job in Memphis and stayed away from so-called-friends. 
     If only...I could right the wrongs.
Find the perfect songs and make you giggle all night long.
     If only...My wager would have been on the winning team.
But life is mean and I lost everything.
     If only...I would have turned the other cheek.
You can't walk down a street without a coward preying on the weak.
     If only...I would have turned left instead of right.
An automobile accident plus the loss of my eyesight.
     If only...I could travel back in time.
Do things differently and have peace of mind.
     If only...she were alive today.
My mother would shake her finger and say...
     "If only, If only, If only!"


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The Bakery and a Buttermilk Bar

I'd almost forgotten, how fondly this little hamlet
snuggles tight against the purple hills, and how State street
divides the town into two parts, like a pizza, one half a progressive present,
and the other half, the antiquated past.   The old library building still exists,
although now home to an upscale art gallery, but, over there, on the western slice
of the pizza, is a geometrical shaped building that
is now called library, even though it looks more like the Star-ship Enterprise.
I drive slowly past old Gibble Park,  and across the street is the same,
weathered brick building, where I spent many early summer mornings

Suddenly, I surrender to the decade when I was seventeen, 
working a summer job, helping Mrs. Casey. 
Back then, it was the only bakery in town, and I worked  a morning shift.
I was cashier, and handed out powdered donuts, jellied scones, and giant bear claws, 
to familiar faces that never seemed worried about cholesterol, sugar, saturated fats. 
Day after day,  they sampled with satisfaction, and gossiped, and enjoyed the morning routine.

I remember, with my own naive' innocence, befriending
a quiet, middle-aged man, with glossy dark hair, Cary Grant looks, and his overly charming smile.
I thought him to be nice, and knew who he was, from his daughter, who was a school mate, from a class below me at my high school

Mrs. Casey, (with a crease in her brow)  telling me
"Look out for that one" but never quite making it clear just what she meant by such a comment 
He always came by on his way to work, ordered  a buttermilk bar, ...helped himself to a paper cup of coffee, then often talked with me, while I wiped down the glass cases, and waited on other customers. But, I was flattered by the attention, 
Unexpectedly, when the end of  summer came,  while paying me for his buttermilk bar,he smiled sadly, barely said a word, and out of his pocket, he handed me a small package. 
He quietly told me to open it when I got home,..... it was to be our little secret.
Not knowing how to respond......I said nothing.

Upon arriving home, ....alone in my room, I opened the small gift, and inside a gold cross, on a long gold chain, and a small. brilliant diamond smack-dab, 
mid-center of the cross.  I didn't know what to think, and I never told a soul.   
It has never been worn.....it is still in my drawer....and though I had been warned,
somehow it makes me sad to think that some things still aren't clear.  

I was green, wet behind my ears......but there seemed nothing to fear, ....
the lines were blurred.... 
Even now....I can't be sure.



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9/24/14 Written for Regina Riddle's contest: Blue Mountain Poetry


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OUTGROWN

It is quiet, save for the sound of the wind and the
lullaby thoughts turning like the mobile she’d had,
Something that hovered, as I did.

Piles of her things surround me,
Freshly washed and smelling somewhat like
babypowder, cuddles, first smiles.
Little sleepers, one plucky giraffe, 
Dozy pink bears and ducks and lilac butterflies
tell me bedtime stories, suck thumbs.

I cluck over receiving blankets,
Carefully fold a toothless grin and my hand
lingers, smoothing the soft flannel.

A white sweater I’d rescued from a thrift store,
Hand knit and beribboned, feels content.
The yarn is a kitten, but it has curls
and eyes that I’m told look just like mine.
It asks in such a beguiling way that I 
pick it up, place it tenderly in my lap,
Then snuggle its delicate pattern,
Recalling chills and prudent struggles.

Then I lift a green, velveteen dress,
Mommy caresses a Christmas babble, a milky
mouth on a wet cheek, giggles spilling.

I buckle the jean overalls,
Pluck at one long, silky strand of embroidered
tantrum, threads that held like a toddler's fist,
Refusing to leave its toy until tomorrow, a denim so wilful.

A rubber boot is cool against my palm as though it 
retains that rainy day when she pranced through asphalt ponds.

I am gifting all that has become outgrown,
Knowing that down the road, another, unmet, will also 
hear the window quiver and hesitate. 

Yes, there will be a jacket for the first day of school and bashful 
skirts, far too short, that will hide from me in the back of her closet, 
Sleeveless frocks that will slide through my proud fingers.

There will be torn tees and holes in the knees,
late night Oh-Dear-God-let-her-be-okay pleas and 
perhaps a wedding veil, beaded with things I’ve told her,
And all these treasures will be held and then I’ll need to let go.

Wait

Looking at the bags half filled,  I move, empty their contents,
Wrap my arms around motherhood, smile into babyhood creases
that touch my face until lace releases childish tears.

All this seems too large for one who 
suddenly feels so very small. 


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These hands

These hands have known the joys of a boy’s youthful play
Also known the farm work that was required each and every day
These hands pulled the weeds from the fields where we toiled
Laboring under a blazing sun; leaving these hands rough and soiled
These hands held the hand of my lady as I asked her to share my life
Held her by my side the day she became my wife
These hands reveal the ravages; of weather’s savage breathe
Held a knife in the flowing blood; in a beasts ultimate death
Hands that held many a hammer; swung too hard; swung too long
Time has taken its toll on these old hands; hands that once were so strong
These hands proudly rocked the cradle as I watched my babies sleep
Held them closely to my chest to calm some hurt causing them to weep
These hands gently pushed a child’s swing; as my children laughed aloud
Held a daughter's hand walking down the aisle, made her father proud
These hands have known the heat of a sculptor’s flaming torch
Held brush and pallet while painting out upon the porch
Cradled my pen as I spread the ink in the poetry that I write
Ink that is sometimes spread well into the night


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Opening The Fridge

I had an unusual reaction to opening my fridge today
Two cardboard boxes from a long ago memory stood in my way
And I found suddenly I no longer had the appitite to eat
And with the palapating of my heart came the quickening of my feet
And I - without thought - decided to hide from my past today

Bruised knuckles and silent tears
Even sunlit pictures are filled with hidden fears
And a symbol or a number or a song or a smell
Takes me by the eyes and drags me back into that hell
And no memory is left to be sweet
Every thought leaves me trembling at his feet

I hurry to leave the heart throbbing sight 
The trigger following me into the height
Of my paradoxal panic - that leaves me senseless
And the memories flow of the nights I lay defenseless 
Two cardboard boxes stood in my way
Active PTSD can transform a whole day.


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Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


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How I Danced!

The night is cold, awaiting the early light of dawn
My body shivers, my feet like ice, I long for sleep but it does not come 
Like so many lonely hours in the darkness
The ache of my bones so cruel and relentless

Tears on my pillow, I once again slip from the warm covers
Leaving the placid breath beside me, never knowing I’ve gone
I would give so much to have the peace of slumber
The chance to dream of an earlier life, one that is gone now

Where I danced with the clouds on a warm spring day
Ran in the woods chasing butterflies or a humming bird 
The gentle breeze brushing against my skin
My soul free to be who I am, without the pain of this withering shell

Some nights I long for an end to this misery
Life has dealt such a difficult challenge
But more often, I sit in the dim light of the morning
Remembering my youth and the freedom that it gave

How I laughed in its face, knowing I would always be young
That I would always be ready to take on the world unencumbered
How naïve…and how unappreciative of the wonders of my youthful body
Pushing the limits of this fragile home to my soul, never fearing an end to my 
flight

But the dawn comes, and I bravely go on to face another day
Determined to make it the best possible
Although this life, even with it’s wicked edge, so unexpected
Arrived before I was ready to give up my wonderful dance of freedom

I rub my twisted joints, warming them near the fire
Knowing that, even through the pain there is hope
For my mind is sharp, my wit is clever 
And I may yet find joys in the brightness and warmth of this new sun

For I can still hear the birds sing their happy tunes
Watch the grandchildren’s innocent play, their melodic giggles of joy
And remember how it was not so long ago…
And how I danced! 


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My Blue Old Jeans



A gaggle of girls lounging in the sun,
in the green grass many pairs of legs, stretched out
clad in their blue jeans.
My old pair, many memories...
In them I dug into the garden soil,
planting my spring flowers; my jeans grubby.
A girl gamboling in the rain,
water soaking into her and every pore of fibre
of her blue old jeans.
Many moons ago, my jeans 
touching his knees; 
they remember the feel of his bare hands,
as he smoothly traced the lines of those blue jeans.
The hems got frayed, threads hung loose...
They'd seen better days, blotches of old paint,
colours that stayed.
Sitting astride my horse, 
looked far into the dipping sky;
My rough old jeans,
Has spent many autumns; growing old with me.


``

5th place in the contest
For nette's contest : "It's in my Jeans"
Written by Gautami Phookan




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Senility

The rainbow of reason ends
With a pot of gold and jabberwocky.
When hippocampus dwells in solitary,
       silent,
              eerie,
                    forgotten dormitories
of the expatriated mind.


In planned visits 
To familiar spaces,
When elapsed faces are still hailed with fervor, 
         and hasty,		
                 eager,
                      vivid candor,
As though they had never gone.


Deep in thought
In cavernous bowels tangled lost, 
Remote repartees recurring restlessly. 
          Cautious,
                      wary,
  	                    and ever leery	
of echoing footsteps anxiously nearing, as though someone might overhear. 


As even eyes fail to mirror
The twilight of past vigor,
Speaking in feeble voices muddled beneath walls,
            beneath walls,
	           beneath walls,
	                     beneath walls.
Walking politely in ancient, and empty, imaginary halls.


The stars stop still and unfleeting
Listening to last breaths, and the heart’s last beating,
To hearken timid last words from the past's last illusions,
            past apparitions,
                         past veritas
                                   past delusions,
Where celestial alae still go a-flutter with lost aspirations.


When the frail hand that once held and sheltered
Cannot even rattle dandelion clocks,
Or crush delicate imago wings into dust,
          and caress, 
                  and feel,
                           and touch, 
Save for Elysian veldts
Where the rainbow of reason ends.



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A Memory

Rugged and rebuffed it still sets all alone
A memory of my very long ago childhood
Vine covered with creepy crawlers all about
More frightening now then when a child I think
I remember the old outhouse from long ago
3rd Place Winner Contest # 189 Sponsor Brian Strand July 17, 2012


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Walking with you

The icy wind blows through
blushing our cheeks,

Eyes stinging and watering,
and mouths tinted purple.

Snow flurries whirl around us
nipping at our ears;
making our breath white and heavy.

So, we pretend to smoke.

But wide grins give away our game
With hearts purging laughter,

We look long at each other,
Eyes glinting sincerely happy sighs.

City sidewalks stretching out
Before concrete winterlands,
And you and me walking,

Holding and swinging our hands.


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My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Do You Ever Think of Me

Do you ever think of me,
though much time has passed and
we have not talked, we have not met?
Do you ever wonder how I am,
what I've done, where I've been?
Do you ever picture in your mind
how the years have changed my face,
lined my brow, slowed my pace?
I often think of you, as you were,
when I'm blue...how we two
would talk the night away then
greet the day with smiles and laughter --
ready to face the roads ahead,
the crooked miles we'd walk alone --
but, after, waiting to relax again,
to smile once more, trusting that
we'd meet some time and talk till day,
with nothing changed that counts at all...
still all smiles, all hugs, all laughter.


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The Pilgrimage

They fought the tide to own this land
A fight I did not understand
They fought the plow, they fought the drought, they fought the debt
But yet,…by God,……they owned the pride

In retrospect, I'm still ashamed
It was, my flippant pilgrimage
I had come a stranger to this place
About to step upon the moon,
A cratered space of rocks and sage
Of rolling hills, with no escape

She saw it differently, of course 
Although her body weary, worn
Her eyes were strong, ...she saw a home

Her age was then, what mine is now
It had been her home, and it had been her vow
To come again, just one more time.  

I was thirteen, and dragged along
I overlooked the great attraction
I could not see the satisfaction
I missed the light upon her face

She saw the youth she left behind
Her gray eyes drinking up the sun, 
I saw the dust, I saw the bones, 
Where she saw beauty,  I saw none .....
 
Nothing more than a sea of weeds, the crumbling brick, 
A place to shuffle my restless feet

But stories came, and they sunk in….
And now I view with wiser eyes…
She told me all these things back then…but now, I smile,… remembering.

     They had to fight to own this piece of land
     They fought the plow, they fought the drought, they fought the debt
     And yet,…oh yes,…….they owned the pride


                                                 ~~



Recited on youtube       http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAchI2nu9yY

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For Deb's Contest:....2nd Option..(With age comes wisdom, understanding and
                                                  appreciation. I am never too old to keep learning
                                                  and value those who came before and made me
                                                  who I am.)



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4th Grade Music Room

Under her guidance, we stood at attention
forming a row  for the national anthem
"Oh Say, Can You See?"...those familiar old words
We would sing, not in unison
but with avid enthusiasm
out of tune, out of rhythm
with our childish delusions
that we were quite good!

As we  stood in the room
she would move down the line
with a frown in the lines
of her brow, then would bow
till her ear matched our voice
and her hand would be poised
with two fingers ensued
keeping time with the tune.

She would grit all her teeth
bite the inside of cheeks
Such a serious task!
it was all that she asked
that we please..do our best

When we mastered, at last
She would gasp, then exclaim
as we sang each refrain
Mixed with tears, she would clap

I remember it now...
Here I stand in this row
with my hand on my heart
as the first strain imparts
Yes, I know those old words...
they'll remain part of me
'til the day that I die
"O Say, Can You See?"...still familiar to me

But no..............I can't see....

          There are tears in my eyes...




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For the Project UFO Contest: Sponsored by Robert Heemstra


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New York City's Greenwich Village

                                          Greenwich Village breathes,
                                       She inhales exhausted tepid air,
                                And exhales blustery winds of possibility.
                              The lady blows away the veils of dishonesty.

                                       Tangled streets strung together,
                                   Knotted masses of pearls and poetry,                  
                               Entwining marbled heroes,rounded arches, 
                                  Crucifixes,and snakes penned on skin.

                                  Artists, tourists, vagrants,and scholars,
                                   Know the calling of its siren song well.
                                   People living on the fringe of humanity,
                                    And those from the upper crust, fuse.

                                     The village is the one spot on earth
                                Where you can expose your primal desires,
                                     And explore their depths unfettered.
                                 She is a lovely harlot who lives to please .

                                   Musicians and thinkers engage in chess,
                             Neighbors line the benches of it's central park.
                                  Children run naked through its fountains.
                                  The poor and idol rich roam, anonymously.

                                    A reader of fortunes lays out his cards,
                                 Lovers tango,who knows which one leads?
                                 Perhaps all the seekers will find their way,
                                   And the leaders will learn how to see?

                           Lady Greenwich Village,the canvas of New York life,
                              Her face painted with brilliant spattered oils.
                                Each of us can add our own divine colors, 
                            Dripping and blending with individual uniqueness.



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Old Ship

I feel like an old ship Anchored in the bay, Too old and slow To battle storms Or haul the freight That pays the way. I’ve had my turns On stormy seas And danced on waves That threatened me. I’ve spent my time On misty isles And slept with strangers In lonely ports. I’ve heard the songs That nature sings And drunk the wine Of slower times. . . . Now . . . The journey’s over The mellow, harbor lights Of yesterday Are gone. I’m anchored in the bay And people come to see This old ship Whose memories hang, Like shrouds of rope, Down from the mast. And, younger ships have come To take my place upon the sea.
Written while visiting the ship, "Star of India," in San Diego


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Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?


I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.


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Between the Nightmare and the Dream

In my grandpa’s field I stand midst rows of grain whose gray-green blades stir softly in the moaning wind. A night chill permeates my skin. I look down at my arms and legs and realize I’m a little girl again! How did I get here? Why am I now standing here in the dark of night? Far ahead of me, I see the old worn farmhouse. Moon, big and golden, seems to have left the sky. It’s reappeared at the window of my grandparent’s old house, where it glows with a mesmerizing light eerily beckoning me. I stand transfixed, not knowing what to do. Is this a dream? It has to be! Grandma sold that house when grandpa died. I’d seen it one more time remodeled and repainted and with another owner’s name. The house I’m seeing now is the old one from my childhood. Many things from long ago are coming to my mind: The fields where my sisters and I frolicked in the summers; the long dirt lane we skipped happily along; the berry bushes along many pathways we discovered; the hollyhocks we learned how to make cute dollies from. It was daylight when I knew the farm back then. Sun was high in the sky. Now I’m only seeing the eerie glow emanating from grandpa’s house. . . I awaken to the darkness of a winter morning’s gloom, vaguely remembering a vanished moon which turned up on the face of my grandparents’ old farmhouse as if to beckon me back to my childhood. But somehow I knew (even while asleep) that to near that house and then to go inside it would not be the stuff of happy dreams. There was a reason for the coldness of the night, the moaning of the wind. The summer days have fled. Between the nightmare and the dream, subconsciously I knew you simply cannot go home again. For "Between Dreams and Nightmares" Poetry Contest. . . Sponsored by Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


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A String of Pearls

The amber moon, through window glass
like time itself, looks much the same
Some things have changed, some things remain
Moonlight recalls... wind calls her name

Her silken hair, her porcelain neck
the strand of pearls, a diamond clasp
I find them now, within my hand

With envy now, moonlight comes in
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs, which, one by one
are miracles, with moons, within

I hold the pearls within my palm
and think of old Glenn Miller songs
and mother dancing long ago
She wore them like another skin
back, long before my life began

 
A grain of sand, then pearl becomes
A part of her, ....    a part of me

So fragile, weak the thread is bare
as if the sun might gaze too long
a tarried glaze, the string would fray
and pearls would fall and roll away

Perhaps such things meant to be
Each miracle, has just a while
Glenn Miller songs have come and gone
I'll put away the pearls for now
so moon can own the night again



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Carrie Richards
To hear Glenn Miller's rendition of "String of Pearls" click on the following youtube site:... 
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY4gUhFVNfE


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Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.


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Never Forgotten

The promiscuous length of daylight
in the month of June,
spawned from a sunrise that 
allocated a childish franchise.
The moorland breeze; that, to
rely upon when indulgence in dewy
pastures, leaves one reminiscencing
in how once the silvery moon shone.
Gildersber wrapped in winters
relentless white blanket, a pledge of
sledge irons to polish in youthful
exuberance, before life to
cherish in tracks of sheer delight,
when profound in greyness
the sky gave one a reason
for happiness.
This simple memory of one’s
sentimentality, somewhat indistinct
yet a zest of devotion in life
across the deep ocean.
Although elsewhere in this a 
time warp of evanescent
I only have to dream
to be with you again!

© Harry J Horsman


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Moonlight Sonata

I'm bathed in the night, as it climbs through my window While the music of moonlight lightens the air It dips, oh so softly, peeking gently with care, Into the room, to lighten the gloom While a timeless sonata, of so long ago Croons the same somber notes, That have played on for years I have noticed how moonbeams, seek my attention Hanging over the garden, waiting to hear Just as a guest, would expect to come in ‘Moonlight Sonata’ has a place in my home I had practiced through childhood Though it seemed quite beyond me With small nimble fingers Less and less satisfaction I remember my mother With dishes piled high And soap on her nose Calling out from the kitchen “That time, much better!” Or my dad, in the dark room Walter Cronkite, his companion Calling out from the shadows “I think now, you've got it!” Tonight in the dim light I watch how the moonlight Slides over the piano, sliding over the keys It seems that the moon knows That time cannot stand still That years come and the years go But the tune, is the same tune, and the moon, is the same moon And the “Moonlight Sonata” is a place I call home


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whispers in silence

What keeps me awake
When the cool breeze bears whispers of things to come
Promises to be fulfilled on the morrow?

Is it my joyless moment of cognizance
knowing that this stagnant night ripples from no real breeze
Only imagined promises birthed on the whims of a longing heart?

Yet, what keeps me awake
is not these dreams of flattering winds
but it is this night of lifeless branches and unrifled leaves
the lack of real whispering winds taunting my heart
What truly keeps me awake
Is the silence of tomorrow.


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Memories etched in the sand

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers,
shimmering fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Sand,
filled with life’s memories
of nut brown days
of summer.

A soft silk breeze 
formed dunes
with our dreams 
that summer
when we danced to the stars.
My heart laced yours
listening to the sea
undulating waves of emotion
as we kissed 
on the velvet strand.

I still hear
the rhythm of the ocean.
Waves tumbling in unison,
a sweeping sound 
gently caressing
as we lay silently 
listening to sand
shifting over stone
to the faint chiming
of seashells.

My first love
a sea salted embrace
on a breast of sand.
The memories
forever held
in the sand
in glitter on my hand.


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The Wrecking Ball

There she stands... cold, alone, behind the gated fence
Old bricks and mortar still clinging to the earth
Fighting an enemy with each gasping breath
Against the war of time and death

Still regal, behind this chain link moat
Revealing a glimpse of what had been
With boarded eyes, the windows that watched us learn
Where teachers stood and wrote our names upon the board
And gave us wealth, while we absorbed

Like sponges, soaked, we kept in places stored
But each piece of what I've taken from this place
Became in part of what I would become
So little did we know while we were young
How swiftly flies the time from when we're thrown
Into the world of vast unknowns
So far away from all our childhood comfort zones...

My dreams still play with friendships now long gone
Yet holding hands our shadows linger on
Laughter rings, as feet run through the halls
How sad it is to see it now

For soon the wrecking ball will force this giant to it's knees
I see the ghost of children at their games
Racing beyond their childhood in the shade
Red wagons pull my childhood back in time
Farewell to time, she was a grand old school of mine


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A Crush of Glitter

                                                                                 * 
It happened in a moment, during my 7th grade English class   *
As we studied classic literature; “Evangeline”,  the poem
A substitute teacher, wearing shoes of polished coal             *
His soft style, hair neatly combed, engrossed in reading poetry…
Pubescence slumped around me, nodding off, slowly being lulled…

With glittering eyes, he read each verse                 *    *
The soft, eager voice, that stroked each word…
He would wait, on occasion, to look around the room  *
With wistful hope, I think it was, to reach one heart, and stir

At the start of the class, I had been watching the clock
But, as I sat more enraptured, time just seemed to stop…
I turned the pages, one by one …and slowly fell in love

The beauty of old words, drifted through the stuffy air
Like the gathering of dust motes, glittered, hanging in suspension
Filtered in the angled light, of the afternoon’s warm detention
Sun filtered through window glass,…while voice of bliss droned on…. 

My heartbeat sped, with growing passion
I restrained my hands from reaching,… grabbing                 *
To catch each word, and keep them captive…
Dust motes, and words, were spinning around                             *
I was head over heels…for my substitute teacher…
I was head over heels for an old man named Longfellow….
Thirteen years old, I loved two older men….

And in love with the magic,....
                                    the glitter of words




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Inspired by Nette Onclaud’s Contest…”Glow of Glitter”


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Mind of a Child

If, i could feel life,
through the mind
of a child,
the flame of love, 
the peace,
the spirit of the age,
the truth,
the innocence,
naive
believe, 
if only, i could feel life,
through the mind, of a child.


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Bridge to a Memory

Walks we took, across the bridge and down the ridge we'd climb
He'd catch himself to shorten steps, while I'd be stretching mine
With fields to plow, and milking cows, yet he always made the time
One look beyond the bridge of time, and childhood can rewind

Those summer days, soon passed away, yet love just lingers on
How simple all the world seemed then, unfurled beneath the sun
Together we would brew mischief, while chewing juicy gum
We'd talk about most anything, and walk till the daylight dimmed

I'd look to him, with questions, grand, then, he would give them thought
He'd scratch his head, and often said, "I'll answer the best that I can"
Then explain in words I understood, and knew that less was good
"How many stars are in the sky?" ..."Well, Sugar Pie,... a lot!!"

If I could choose a single day .....across the span of time...
Where the sun was gold, the stream was cold, the skies were bluer blue
A quiet place...his whiskered face, the grace he showed to me
We'd walk our pace, across the bridge, where greener grass would grow....


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Nothing the Same Anymore

NOTHING!  THE SAME ANYMORE?

I remember that place
in green pastures called home.
But where are you now
“Union Yard, Britton Holm”
Deep in reams of memories
indelible you lay,
reposed at the helm
of a life rushing by.

Guess i’ve played life’s
generation game,
yet somehow you appeared the same!
Misguided my mind
in local pursuit,
when reminded
one does not belong,
the only stranger there was i.

Sometimes I try to tell myself
that life yesteryear was never real,
just a fantasy of one’s youth
the way I use to feel.
“But you are so astute”
No one to change nature’s way
when every step together we retraced,
“Only the human race it seems fluctuates.”

From time to time
the dream awakes, then swiftly abates,
even the memories seem to fall
like autumn leaves
that swirls within the gutter,
when I see urbanization,
spread its wing
like some gigantic woodcutter!

Alas no more the sight
no more the sound
no more the light,
in this life to be found
in that foundation called home,
the last bastion of my folks,
only a memory of love
and a mind at will to evoke!

© Harry J Horsman   2013


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Friends Of A Summer Night

Buried deep between the cracks,
a photograph from yesterday,
I hold it now, within my hand,
as if between the hills and hollows
a childhood bond that we once borrowed
can take me back to days of old 

Who am I when I see your face?
One glance and I am me again
A side of me I might forget
comes flooding back like summer rain
refreshing dusty old refrains
that come with smiles, and not of sorrow
I'll hold within today, ... tomorrow..

Who am I when I look close?
The child in me is born again
A "me" I thought I'd tucked away
Until I cast my eyes and see
Two chums  two friends, who used to be

In your face, a trace of me
is still alive, a younger me who worshiped you
who looked into the summer night
and made a wish, while you did too,
and promised stars with all our might,
that we would never drift apart

But life moves on, and so did we,
beyond the wish we made long nights
when we held our hands, and felt a bond
as young friends do,...perhaps beyond
We sat upon the old porch floor
In the chill of summer nights
and drew upon the heat that leaked
beneath the threshold of the door

Our eyes would struggle through the dark
to skies so sodden with the stars
Our childhood friendship is a bond
that returns to me in darker times
it whittles away the cruelest tears
and through the years, you come to me
and by the hand you still take me
back to the land of "used to be"
     


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POET. UNDERTAKER 
Contest Name: Appreciate platonic relationships 


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My Unchained Melody

                             In a fragile and nostalgic moment
                       Listening to music and words from the past
                            With tears running down my face
                      Dim lights..Unchained Melody fills the room
                         It reminds me of much needed touches
                           A time that was,and forever is gone

                      Like anyone else..I need to feel that loving aura
               Even though years has passed us by,we still have the future
             Hungry words and beautiful music will always keep me pulsating
                     Let me hold you close tonight..your body next to mine
                     Vibrating hearts..hectic rythm..passionate atmosphere
                      Let me be your Unchained Melody tonight my dear


A.Ertsland
February 29th 2012

I my opinion,Unchained Melody is the greatest song ever written.Both,lyrics as well as the music in that piece-hits my emotions each time I hear it:-)


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I Once Loved the Sun

In those younger years
I made a friend of the sun
And allowed her to bathe me
In brown creamy skin

In those younger years
I ran across a beach
And played with the sun
Let her sprinkle freckles
Upon my healthy golden cheeks

In those younger years
I had my way 
With the sun
Took her in so many 
Different positions
Under the burn of her sultry touch

In those younger years
I  traveled to exotic climes
Just to enter my sunshine heaven
And soak up her glow

But the cave I now inhabit
Shuts out all the warming rays
The cave in which I hide
Repels all her sunny ways

The cave I made from earth and  
Resignation
Never lets her kiss within
The cave I excavated
Collapses upon my daily sins

In those younger years

I once loved the sun


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'If One Day'

          If one day my wings forget to fly,
Will you sweep me on the wind; remind them how to fly again?
          If one day my tears just trickle down,
Will you catch them one by one?
          If one day my smile turns upside down,
Will you mind sharing yours with me?
          If one day my color should fade away,
Would you paint my day a brighter shade of grey?


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Color of Sun

You'll find a piece in the puzzle, that is part of the past under billowy white clouds, and the sizzling sun in a wood sided home. where the trees are in bloom where there's room for a childhood, that has only begun There is a piece of the puzzle, outside in the yard while wheels of a tractor come alive in the fields There's a five year old girl skating sidewalks, with cracks rollers, beneath her, singing "clickity clack" while a rustle of whirlwinds is fast on her heels to rife with the ruffles she wears on her back Faces she knows will be leaning on fences Lifting up smiles, and knowing her name Where the same furrowed brows, and most without shame work for the gain, of a few measly dollars And mothers will holler..."Come home! Time for supper!" As the sky has turned copper, at the end of the day There is a piece of her, dreaming out under the elms, where a heart might be broken, and the stars cast a spell What is home harbors there, where her heart wants to dwell In a room with a puzzle, spread out for her eyes To sort out, and covet, and search for the sky Where there's room for a childhood that has only begun And a piece in the puzzle the color of sun


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Who am I

In the mirror on Vishu morning I see an Indian woman
Whose Brooklyn tongue can't form Hindu prayers.
Can I bleach my skin to match my voice?
Can I scrape my tongue to match my face?
I've resigned myself to my fate--
Forever asking the sky
"Njan aara?"
In a language my children will never recognize,
In an accent my grandparents will never understand.
I am what my parents feared I may become;
A child whose soul has turned Westward;
A woman whose only memories of Diwali are the flickering lights.


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Train, Alone

I wail lonely
in your distances
as endless trestles travel I

Know

I was here I was
present
on your horizons,
present in your town

Come, ride with me
Come, keep me 
from obsolescence, keep me
alive

Without you
Within me
I am meaningless,
blind

For how can I see, and, yes,
Who can I show,

If  not you... if not you... if not you 


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Tumbleweeds


Memories tumble through my mind, some, missing for a while.
I try to fill in the blanks. Others, I sweep into the corners.
You know, the ones that are easier forgotten.
Tumbleweeds...my memories have become tumbleweeds.
I take snapshots of the cherished ones, giving them a home
before they blow away in the savage wind.
"Did I tell you my mom liked to dance?"
"Yes", I remember.
I hear the music, her long hair bouncing with each step.
She doesn't dance anymore.
Moments gone...memories fleeting.
"Did I tell you my dad played drums?"
"Yes", I remember. 
I hear rat-a-tat-tat in my head.
I used to sing at the top of my lungs while he played.
He never seemed to mind my shrill, little girl voice.
I miss him, I miss his drums. Music is not the same.
I close my eyes and another memory blows through spaces.
My brother is racing his bike down the street FAST.
He is about ten, all legs in his shorts.
"Where are you going?" I call after him, too late.
He is gone and I wonder if he was ever here.
Some do go astray I remind myself.
Missing memories...missing love.
"Wait, come back", I yell. I'm still here.
Ruminating, I ask myself if we ever know the ones we love.
No, not really. I remember.
Frantic, I reach for the tumbleweeds.
I reach for my two earthly fathers who are long gone...
I see them. Then, they blow away, missing again.
I chase them futilely. The savage wind still blows.
Across grains of desert sand, I will never know why.
Tumbleweeds...my memories have become tumbleweeds.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
March 2, 2012
Second Place in Chris Aechtner's Let the Masks Fall Contest




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Himalayan Sunset

The young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.

The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.

The lightening stoked the day’s heat, 
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it. 

The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
it freed them from.

Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.


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Pseudonym

Life, as a pseudonym,
Drags its shadow's shadow, which snarls
Itself around traffic cones and
Streetlamps, tearing at its skin
With deliberate intimacy
To alarm light witnessed
Only through strained peripheral vision.

A lace-stitched veil
Slips through sidewalk cracks,
Unisolated windows,
Cataract smooth eyes.

The flesh of the matter invades
Such as the Red Death
In living color--Vibrant
Cadavers speak the language of Love:
Mortality;

It slides over possessive nouns, sticky
As salivation,
Push and rattle and harbor themselves against
Warm, wet cavities eroded
In the backside of actualities 
Sweet Tooth.
Authentic miasma, honest illness.

Any footprints discarded in covers of dust
In which Fear has been recognized
Yield into thoughts by persuasion 
Of waves.


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Shattered

Looking out a rainy window,
Seeing places that seem strange,
Makes you think of old and new, 
Shattered dreams, a glimpse of change,
All away and all distorted,
In the once so hopeful heart,
All beneath what you have planned,
If a plan is what you've got.
Many try to comprehend,
Why trouble just comes their way;
Sadly they find in the end
That they couldn't have a say
And they're wrong for thinking so
But when sadness flies to you,
There isn't much you can do... 

Is there?

Maybe lie to you and others,
That we are a happy kind,
Just that sometimes we are clouded
By the way our lives entwine.


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Uncle Jim

1963.
I ran crying to Uncle Jim, standing by the barn door.
We hugged, and I tried to hold the smell of him,
of Vermont -- Old Spice, oatmeal, rotting leaves in crisp October air.
"Oh, kid, you and me, kid ... you and me," he said. 
But the car was waiting, all packed.
My grandparents yelled one more time, to come.
He stood alone, waving goodbye, his head held
to one side, a war injury. 
Perhaps that's why he drank.
Or maybe it was living so far away from us,
in a wild place, where snow is measured in feet.
On winding roads, I cried for two hours, through valleys of orange and yellow and graveyards of granite, where men with stovepipe hats and ladies with hoop skirts lay side by side underneath the green.
A blur of steeply pitched roofs went by.
Was Uncle Jim, by now surely in his house watching snowy TV, crying, too?
1975.
Uncle Jim is dead, at least he told me so, as he stood by my bed one night.
2013.
Even now, when I think of Uncle Jim, and how he held me, what he said to me in 1963, I still cry.
Even now.


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Phantasmagoric Moments

For one moment I thought
Moons stars and kingdoms,
Humbly yielded to the spell of your tongue;
For I would never miss such an honour
When my heart still dies in front.

From the gravest yard in my groans,
In those rainy eyes of autumn,
You stole into the fragrance of my desert red bloom;
Despite the venom in my features,
You killed the old beast in my gloom.

For one moment I thought
Flowers, bees, and dew drops
Had never been bleeding forever;
The honey have they made
Fell us in love like a feather.

For one moment I thought
We stumbl’d upon each other.


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Stretch Marks

A foot of water
Barely blurs them
The pinkish bruises
Spanned like hands
Across my hips

I press my fingers to them
Try to align them with the crooked broken lines
That tear across my body

They are violet roads
On a map that is me
Starting pale at the backs of my knees
Stretch to meet the butterflies
That touch and leave
And touch and leave
The tall tall grass

And they gently circle my breasts
Where I fold the grass
Beneath my back
Find eyes that aren't mine
And kiss
Kiss 
Kiss

And they wrap tight around my thighs
Leaving dark deep grooves
Somewhere dead
And new
Where his face is suddenly old to me

And I wash it from my skin
Wash it away
Away
Away


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Pieces of Me

There is a piece of me, left in that little town, a square of friendly faces, 
where furrowed brows of no one famous, work to make their dollars stretch 
not far beneath the white crowned peaks ...

There is a piece of me, left in that old house, tall and proud
Beneath the sun in fields of green ...where horses ran...
A piece of me, still holds the reins and feels the wind against my skin ...

There is a piece of me, in that old school
Miss Marmalade.....(she had red hair), a voice of velvet, soft and sure
Her breathless verse of morning stars of Keats and Frost, 
and unchecked tears...and clandestine trysts with old Shakespeare

There is a piece of me, reclining under the elms,  
where a broken heart still casts a spell
A letterman jacket,  of dark gold wool, his leather sleeves, steel blue eyes, ...
skies of love, and holding hands, football teams, and autumn leaves


There is a piece of me, that I still keep within my heart..
        .....within my sleep.......within my dreams




__________________________________________________
For the contest: "Pieces" Sponsored by Black Eyed Susan


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WINDBLOWN

The woods stole me today and I was grateful that molting maples hummed their familiar hymns, brilliant notes of crimson and lingering gold. Dad, you walked beside me, chatting, invisible, so I became five, fed nuts to nattering squirrels as your big hand tugged at a cherished season. Once, I’d thought you mapped the flights of geese, scattered turbulent clouds in some grand scheme. Again, your voice traveled as we walked the path, windblown, while my footsteps crushed old dreams.
By Cyndi MacMillan for the Autumn Splendor Contest Written Sept 9, 2012


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Nevermore


O impetuous Muse surround me
with ashes of moody youth
Recall silken moments,
 uncertain, where 
marbled words wrote
an elaborate history.

Nectar thoughts,
 not moments, dappled drab
where ruined feathers in darkness dwelt.
Ornate  years of passion, spilling fire
allusive to all consuming ire.
	
When summer spoke,
when spring day-dreamed
and Autumn kissed me with
gaudy leaves.

Swift and sweet, how memories rise
diamond- strung in a room of silver
Slick and sleek from a stormy world,
 solid tree trunks on a bell- clear morning.
 
Blithe, dramatic, reckless dreams
 flowing with precocious,
 peculiar streams
 Luxurious with sadness,
 time’s cruel wheel
  rolls vast recollections 
 that slowly  yield
 cold, closed canyons of
endless  truths,
touched with the starry
  kiss of  youth.

Suzanne Delaney


for Harry















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In the Weeping Willow's path

I will never return,
Not even when the willows grow.
Not even when a distant bird
Sings my soul’s departure.
I’ll be alongside the river,
Tracing the few years of my love.
I gave my soul to this ancient stream,
Where the willows plot in silence.
They want to take my core
And carry it over
The fields, the skies, 
Across my mind.
And I shall let my darling tree
Snatch my heart and take it far,
For no one else to 
Grab it all over again.

I’ll endure the Willow’s magic
And contain my spirit
Within her bark, within her leaves,
Releasing my poison into the water.
She’ll guide my spirit
Into the Summerland,
Where I’ll rest by the
White Willow’s side.
Then I’ll be the child of nature,
Daughter of the Weeping ones,
Resting my branches 
By the river, on a rainy evening.

And I shall weep
Every time you will,
And wipe your tears 
With my leafy fingers.
I’ll be your undying guardian
And your oldest friend,
Enchanting you in the land of dreams.
I’ll be the willow on your bedside. 


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila


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Treasures from my Past

Treasures from my Past

In preparing for the yard sale, I gather all my junk,
I wade through the mass of items from decades before
From furniture to dishes that have sat down in my basement
And I realize that my past will be pushed outside my door.

I pick up a box of Royal Albert dishes from a dusty cardboard box,
Carefully removing the yellowed newspaper that wrap each plate,
Displaying the majestic burgundy strip with 24k gold filigree,
Rediscovering those joyful feelings that seem to calm and sedate.

Long before the death of my parents and my only aunt,
These plates graced the dining room table at all family celebrations.
Oh the food, the smells, the faces and the happy times,
These plates bring back all the best and warmest sensations.

With so many items to keep, each item with its own meaning,
The Royal Albert plates unpacked, finally get moved outside at last,
To ease my mind I think about the happiness that they can bring,
More happy memories for others, can be made from these plates of my past. 

 
 


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By Degrees- Childhood Reflections

The screen door slams behind me
As I rush out into the blinding sunlight
Wondering where my big brother is hiding
I better get to the pool before he finds me
And throws me into the ice cold water
That flows daily into the pool
From the cold mountain streams
Of the Elbrus Mountains

I have my pretty pink flowered bathing suit on
My second skin
I smile as I remember someone calling me a dolphin
When she saw me swimming in the water
Now I can’t wait to get in again

I feel the prickly yellowing grass beneath my feet
As I run toward the weeping willow….
My favorite tree in the whole compound
First phase of the run complete
I head toward the ancient mulberry tree
How I hate the squishiness under my toes
As I trample them in this patch of green
Where the grass is protected by the mighty branches
Of this gracious tree that provides us
An abundance of luscious fruit
We gather every summer in big bed sheets
As people up in the branches
Shake the tree

I’m on my final leg
Almost there
A rebel yell
And my brother swoops down on me
From behind the tree
I scream as I try to get away
But he sweeps me up in his arms 
And runs the last few feet to the pool
I shriek at the top of my lungs
Which will probably bring my uncle out yelling
Awakened from his afternoon nap

I want to go into the pool gradually
By degrees…
To get my body used to the icy coldness
And so I beg to be released
We are there
At the edge of the pool
One sweeping motion 
And water splashes up in rainbow sprays
As I sink below
Down into the icy depth at the deep end
Thinking this time my heart will stop
This time I will turn into a block of ice
And sink to the bottom
I will drown

A lifetime later
I break the surface and see him smiling down at me
The one who taught me how to swim
My strong older brother
Who would rescue me in a heartbeat
If need be...

I smile up at him
As I break into a smooth swim to the other side
Happy that he didn't let me play the fool 
Standing at the edge of the pool
Waiting to come down the steps
By degrees	
Waiting
To get lost
Into this liquid paradise
Of azure blue...

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Little Long-Legs

Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
                     
                    and even bigger brown eyes


smile full of mischief

arms thrown around my neck

           --- almost choking me!--- 
                        *smile*

"I love you Mommy!"

                         my little "Long-Legs"

how fast you have grown.

Almost as tall 
           
                as your short mama

*but then that wouldn't take much*
                  --wink!--


I smile

     remembering a time

                when my little Long-Legs

                               ... my long-legged girl...

had little bitty
                     short legs
                                    just learning how to toddle around the house
                                                           (falling over!)

crawling faster than I could walk

            running to keep up with her...!...

                           purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth

full of giggles

and smiles

with no idea how cruel this world can be;

pure innocence.

Pure contentment.

                       Oh how time flies.

She's nine next week

   birthday princess

toddler toys long gone;

she wants a bike

         so she can ride like the wind --

                       already the taste of freedom in her mouth

                                           already the feel of freedom in her spirit

another step...
       away from me.

        But she knows

          I will always

*and, somehow, forever*

  watch over my little girl
    
        even when she is no longer little.


She smiles at me

                  teeth slightly crooked

                                     hair brushed all by herself

and asks "Do you like my style?"

          already planning her fashion agenda

like every "big girl" does.


My almost-nine year old girl
 
  born on lucky clover day

       March 17th, 2000

the day she changed my life
             *my world*         
 
                      so grown up, so soon...

                                 and I know more is on the way.

What I don't know

         is how this mother's heart will fare

when one day she leaves.


You make my life complete

          sunshine girl

  full of tickles and giggles


I love you so, 
                     my little Long-Legs.


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Dead Rose

Alone…
driven by the scent of a dead rose…
captivated by its fragrance
indulged by its mysterious aroma
silenced in this moment of awe…
…alone…
Following my own steps…
Hearing the powder being lifted behind me from the snow…
Feeling the gravel shift with each step,
My inner flame boiling with anticipation 
Yearning to see you
Longing to feel you
Aching to smell you
Craving to hear you
Wanting to taste you…
…alone
Drops…blurring my view…
Trees moving  faster
Air growing colder
Wind crying louder…
…so close to feeling you
I need you
May I be your last thought…
Remember my touch…my scent… 
I see your light resting on the horizon
sweet bliss at last…
or that’s what I thought…
my flame, starting to die…
slowly being consumed by everything that is now deprived…
alone…again
deprived of you…
…again alone
Standing in the snow…
With nothing more
Than single memory
Of my dying rose 


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Chivalry

Chivalry

A long, long time ago
Chivalry was wearing silver armour
Travelling the countryside it rode a white horse
Championed the weak, fought for all that was right
It taught men of honour how to treat the fairer sex
It was the force of good in the medieval world
The world changed in a thousand years
Chivalry disappeared as time went by
The politeness and honour of that time was never meant to last
Rudeness grew as the cities blossomed
Even please and thank you are hardly ever heard
There is more and more violence against innocents
Women, once worshipped by the men who knew them
Now they are beaten by men who never learned to care
Even children, the most innocent of all, are abused
Humans forgot how to act with each other
The chivalrous are gone along with their morals
The world needs one white knight riding on his white horse
One who remembers what was taught so long ago
One who will live the simple rules as so to teach our children
Chivalry will one day return
It takes is one person to care about politeness
One knight to ride in on a white horse and say please
Just one word said by the right person
Then everyone will have the respect they deserve
And we will bring the chivalry back to civilization


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Eyes

Her delicate silhouette still lingers in my eyes, 
closer than these arms can embrace; haunting me. 
I breathe her in within the lull of a zephyr, 
lilac and roses filling the air; forever staining my memory.
Life found her defenseless, silenced by a veil of darkness; 
faith clutched tight within her hand,
as esoteric dreams are shattered beneath the rages of a soulless hand.
Frail she emerged, soul hidden, draped in shades of gray.

Sweet serenity severed tragically; incarcerated reality. 
Her taunting whispers bleed my heart,
no peace for the buried thoughts inside;
for innocence was laid to rest before dying, 
earthbound, intimately weaving in and out through me.
No more saline tears to sate these eyes,
just an expressionless specter in human disguise.
She wore candy apple red the day she left; bright eyes that smiled.


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Happy

When I’m all alone
I try to kill the thought of you
Assuring myself
You’re just a ghost passing through

And now that you’re here with me
I feel the need to soar and fly
Only thing is:
I’d much rather crawl away and die

I don’t want to be happy 
I don’t want to fool myself
I don’t want to feel the pressure
Of putting on a heaven in hell

I don’t want to be your angel
I don’t want to face the growth
I don’t want to be happy
I don’t want the aching truth

You never saw me in your stride
As I smiled wide in my heavenly hide
Believing in myself without a chance
Not able to grasp this ghostly romance

You smoked me like a cigarette
Burning out my love, leaving butts of regret
And all the time I laugh and smile
As you see right through me all the while

I don’t want to be happy
I don’t want to live a lie
I don’t want to feel your leisure
As I crumple down to die

I don’t want to disappoint you
I don’t want to show and tell
I just want to see you happy
Just leave me in the dark to dwell


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Why do I bother ?

                             Why do I bother waking up
                            when everydays the same 
                              life has no purpose
                             while we are estranged
                              
                            Why do I bother going to sleep 
                            when all I have is nightmares
                                 
                             Why do I bother breathing 
                        when  I just end up gasping for air
                       
                              Why do I bother eating
                               when all I want is you
                              
                               Why do I bother bathing
                             When everything feels so dirty
                                   
                         Why do I bother talking
                       when I just feel like screaming

                              Why do I bother living 
                             When i feel like im dying
                              

                                By,Jessica Bowie
                        


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Window Friends in Rotterdam

At Rotterdam in Netherlands
I made plenty of window friends
I could reach out to them 
whenever I missed my own
friends and near ones back home.

The window facing the South unfolded
the beautiful, enchanting river Masse.
Its simmering and quivering depths reflected
the multitudenal colours of historic city it nurses.

The bright sunny days with clear blue skies
Were often dotted with jets with gaseous, white, long tails
Criss crossing randomly in all directions
expressing the vastness of freedom and joy.

The golden setting sun
sprinkled the mature shades of 
orange and red and yellow 
in the reflective silver flows of the Masse,
slowly admitting its failure
to defreeze the lakes and snows around
and to warm up the cockles
of the easterlies which travel
far from Russia on a typical winter day,
before being engulfed by 
dark and grey clouds at the horizon
like a surrendering fugitive.

The act of humbleness of the mighty sun
the only energy source of our universe
betrayed the celeberative mood of the city lights
which danced proudly on the flowing waters of Masse at night.

The frame of the window facing the North
helped me rendezvous with few more friends
the historic church there
stood in its monolithic glory
kissing the sky with its long Needle thin tower
its clock religiously reminding us
of the duties that we had to perform,
could not be missed by anyone.

Looking down at the street below
the empty red and yellow trams of RET
curled in sleepily into their shelter
at Strissenburgdwarsstrat
for a well deserved rest 
after having served the varied commuters 
of the city of Rotterdam.

Not too far in the distance
beyond the red brick and brown brick roofs
and amongst bare trees
I could  also spot a wind mill,
its huge wings rotating leisurely 
ever challenging the winds to come faster.

From either of the windows
I could let my imagination fly
and accompany the lovely 
seabirds to limitless ends
the greyish white winged beauties
were enticed closer to me
when I opened the window panes
with crumbs of bread for them,
thrilling me with their aerobics.

When I came back home from there,
and met my native friends again
I started to miss all these new friends of Rotterdam.

RET: Rotterdam Electric Tram (Rotterdamse Elektrische Tram)


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A walk with me

Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway 
to the sea.
Onwards to the village, 
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
 
I venture down 
a chestnut lined road
under a canopy 
of Copper Beech
where bright shafts of sun
illuminate a lane of lavender 
a sea of perfume
wafts the air.
 
Climbing an incline, 
hills in view,
the distant sobbing
of water sounds
a trickling brook emerges
ambling through magenta heather
and thorny gorse.

I reach a stile, 
entrance to the woods
where a carpet 
of frosted red cyclamen 
bleeds down to a deep dark glen.
A chicory lake lies there, frozen
as a mist uncurls between reeds.
  
The granite hills,
 soft with snow,
luminous against a whale grey sky.
A copse of pine trees
surround a curving river
where trout pout, bubbling.
 
At the fold of day, 
returning hom
The pale sun sinks the horizon
as stars tremble
into a velvet night




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For Grandmomma Pt 2

Con't from Pt 1

At two years old your motherly instincts took me away./ What could my "mother" say,/ she 
was married to a man who had a violent hand./ I was too young to understand./ But being 
with Grandmomma was God's plan./ There was never a time I was too old for you to hold./ 
You protected me from abusive hands./ You would take beatings in my place from your old 
man./ Vile names would sting my young ears./ Your arms would comfort me and you would 
wipe away my tears./
     I remember as a child, Thursdays,/ being the best days./ A movie, then a toy,/ and ice 
cream could be no greater joy./ I was Grandma;'s boy/ You kept my belly full with home 
cooked meals./ You were the one who watched me ride my first bike without traiining 
wheels./ 
You use to tuck me into bed./ Read me a story and kiss my head./ The times I was sick with 
fever,/ you watched over me without catching a breather./
     For twenty-nine years your love was unconditional and without end./ You were not only 
my Grandmomma but my Mother, Father, my friend./ I pray my words spiritually reach to 
you beyond those pearly gates./ Because like in life, and in death, God had made us 
eternally Soulmates!/ I love you momma.....
 
Billie Jean Alexander Lopez     May 1, 1937-July 26, 2007
 
Note: I just finally finished this piece for my momma,  It took 2 years!
The form of poetry is "spoken work" Thought I would share this piece with you guys.
It's a deep personal piece and I hope it "reads well"   
                                                                         Jimmy


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Free Persimmons

I woke this morning
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of the jasmine 
just outside my window.
This garden is sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree we all loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.
The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light 
on my bedroom floor.


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The Music of My Soul

And someone across the land fell asleep
Wondering for the flashback which slithered around the cerebrums and beats
Turbulences perched, paralyzing every moments in hue
But the shook grew the dreams, the hopes when I'm with you

A tale behind the beauty of a classic Sakura 
The fable hid the bliss upon the million scenes called love
Recalled by the moment is a gift
Even the journey of day and night had to pass.... Revealing the mist....

You are the tune of a past
Every strings which had played, remind me of a grasp
Every chants of a song, resembled the moments of two 
Every tears which had dropped, drew the embrace of you

Every stupid chapter
Every comfort zone
Every felicity which crafted
Released me from the ice-block

For you are the tone of my bars
For you are the music of my soul
The most beautiful tone that was born 
Fulfill every space of my empty soul ...


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My Grandma Smelt of Peppermints

My Grandma smelt of peppermints. 
Her kitchen of boiling bacon, 
and margarine - it was always steamy 
and 'welcomingly' warm. 

The bathroom, off the kitchen, 
smelt of carbolic soap, and a layer 
of talcum powder dusted the cupboards 
a reminder of its liberal use. 

The garden, with a greenhouse, 
had a glorious array of pinks 
and Sweet Williams - it was always summer: 
no winters here, always sunny, as I recall..... 

The old corrugated air-raid shelter, 
above ground now, was a haven 
for childhood, childish games. 
It smelt of paraffin from the heater. 

My Grandma smelt of peppermints. 
She would lick her hanky and 
wipe my mouth if it was sticky 
from the gingerbread she'd made. 

My Grandma always looked the same, 
never younger, never older:- 
her memory etched in my cerebral 
photo frame as I remember her ........ 

smelling of peppermints, 
fingers deformed with crippling arthritis, 
but smiling, wiping mouths, cooking, 
or sitting in her little garden in a floral dress..... 

She's been gone for thirty years now, 
but still I see her there. 
I see the  tissue filled pockets in her 
'pinny'and the pin-curls in her hair. 

Yes, my Grandma smelt of peppermints.........


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The Augusts of Summer

How I wish
I could go back
To when I didn't
Have a care in the world.
I wish for the days
I spent running
Barefoot in the grass
Laughing in the summer
And eating icy cold popsicles.
I want to be free again,
To not have to think
To go and do as I please,
Ride a bike
As fast
And as far as I can,
Or swim
In freezing cold waters,
My cheeks turning purple,
My lips tasting salty.
I wish to sit on a hill
With my childhood friends,
And eat cherries by the bag
And draw on the sidewalk
With an ice cube.
How I long to relive my memories,
How I long to be young again
A carefree kid, in the hot Augusts of summer.


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WHAT DO THE STARS TELL A LOVER'S HEART?

Profound silence
felt and revered,
stirring an awesome emotion,
which stillness repeals
whenever brightness shines;
and the primroses' scent spreads the delight
of the mild season.


What do the stars 
tell a lover's heart...palpitating
in tranquility, amid shadows
that advance with the pretty fireflies?
Dream, and reprieve from the loss...
hoping that love doesn't lay at rest,
but chooses to celebrate
'till after the evening, and tell romantic tales.


The invisible crickets chirp, 
somewhat awkward to the ears,
I'd rather hear the coos of the owls,
which are richer and more harmonious in sound,
but where are they in this darkness, unless
they are mating in the willows of the lake?


Our blanket is spread on the wide Sheep Meadow,
with a superb view of those Manhattan's skycrapers,
towering over us as sentinels in castle's towers.
Juliet wanted to taste this freedom,
embracing and kissing her handsome Romeo,
not fearing anyone intruding in her paradise,
unwilling to leave anytime soon;
and unruffled, she would continue to love him.  


What do the stars tell a lover's heart?
Accept the lovely rose that he offers you, and adore it,
because it has no thorns, to make you bleed in despair;
Sing with him a beautiful sonnet that Shakespeare wrote
for his lover who crossed the Atlantic ocean,
when ships took months to reach America's shore.


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Did you not Notice?

Did you not notice I was slippin,
                       cause you didnt catch my fall.
                        Did you not notice I had fallin 
                             cause you didnt help me up...
                                 so I stayed there for awhile.
                                 Did you not notice I was drowning,
                                   cause you didnt offer me your hand....
                                 so I sank to the bottom.
                               Did you not notice  I was dying,
                             cause you didnt try to revive me.
                            Did you not notice I was Dead,
                         Cause you werent at my Funeral.
                       Did you not notice I was in Hell,
                    When i would haunt you with my soul caught on fire...
                                   and you didnt put out the flames.
                           ... And im just Wondering how did you not notice?
                                                

                        By.Jessica Bowie


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Sitting in the Park

This is the park
where once we played
where every tree
holds a poignant memory
of love 
and laughter.

This is the tree
where you sat and cried
for your first true love
whose heart had grown cold
salt tears
on cool earth.

This is the seat
still etched with the names
of friends and lovers
we no longer see
some have gone
others live on.

This is a place 
where dreams were born
on a summer's day
so long ago, where
hearts were light
and futures, bright.

This is a town
where life passes by
all too quickly.
Sitting in the park
I close my eyes
and remember.


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Death comes to an Old Man

An old man, worn and wearied by the toils of life, 
stood alone in a darkened hallway, 
each wall hung with brightly lit paintings. 
He walked by the Mona Lisa, and as he passed 
he knew the reason for her smile. 
He paused before Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, 
and the air seemed to be sweetly scented with the heavy perfume of roses, which pulled at his soul with soft, wraithlike arms.
He stopped.
The world seemed to shrink away from him,
dissolving into nothingness.
Before him was Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
Its yellow paint looked wet, vivid.
The blue rippled as the colours swirled
together, hypnotizing; the old man transfixed
by their mesmerizing beauty 
as he was swept up into their whirling splendor,
leaving the blue-shadowed hallway silent and empty,
as the pale stars wavered on in cold brilliance


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Scummy Puddles

Beaten
Smashed
Kicked
And splashed
Out into the street
Like dirty bathwater

Nothing more than a filthy puddle
Rising over the curb
Flooding the sidewalk cracks
Eager for evaporation

Every hair
Is On end

Every pore
At attention

Yearning skin
Is stretching for a touch
That never existed
Pulled 
Like the blankets
Of children
Over worried heads
Attempting 
Their Satisfying seclusion

For when there is no direction
Passion is formless
And love loses shape


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My Grandmother's Grand

worn glossy finish corners and edges scathed and torn layers of dust collected from the years keys played down and worn faint scent of old cigars accented with a hint of alcohol a beautiful melody slightly off tune vocal chords of an angel melodies unmatched even through the ages


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In the Shallows

           I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe 
so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me.
My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane
congealed with stars, 
and I brought a slice of it to my lips,
hot and slippery like a jellyfish.
Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed,
fleshy particles snagged in my teeth,
and the colors erupted within my mouth.

Synthesia took over my lungs.
The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia
and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells
with a sound like thunder.
Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue.
Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees, 
groping for a feeling similar to catharsis
[catharsis tender as the broken wings of doves,
crunching underfoot like shattered glass.]

The clouds opened their thunderous maws
- teeth snicker-snacking, lamplight-eyes flaming the color of E#'s -
and consumed me.
I felt my skin turn to something other than skin:
thick and rough with scales,
my fingerprints melting into something waxen, smooth and opaque,
like pomegranate kisses on coffee mugs.
A feeling ignited deep in my structure;
cedillas blossoming like lilies from my lips,
fragmented sentences stretching taut as guitar strings
between my thumb and forefingers.  
A flutter gentle and demonic as Calcifer erupted from my system
- splattering hot and frothing into my hand -
and fluid rushed in.

   I dared to taste oblivion,
       and the sky swallowed me. 

My lungs failed to be lungs.
They flooded with caustic matter,
and I coughed up reflections sharp as fiberglass;
fighting with organs phthisical and sore.
I struggled to find a way to describe it:
the feeling of consuming something greater than yourself,
of opening your eyes and tasting the sound of rain.
It was like swimming, 
but inside out.

            I bent over to touch my toes,
              and my spine tore open;
            the loose laces unraveling, veterbrae poking out
          like the tines of forks.
            I tried to contort myself into the beginning,
              but I only found where I end.


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First Love

We treat it like a marble 

in our pocket for a while 

we win it 

we lose it 

but no matter where it goes 

it always holds 

the warmth of our hands


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For Grandmomma Pt 1

A lot of lessons learned./ I sip this Hennessey and fought the burn./ My mind is clouded with 
so many memories./ I hear your voice "Boy pick yourself up off your knees"./ But I wonder 
why God would take you away from me./ Please Lord I need some clarity./ Nothing makes 
sense.  I cry, I can't lie nor deny I'm drowning in my own dark obscurity./
     The pain remains inside./ Eating me alive./ I wonder without you if I'll survive./ I try and 
hide from the responsibilities in my life, but have no success./ So I'm left with this heartache 
in my chest./ Tears roll down my cheek./ Does that make a man weak?/ God I need to 
know./ Was it just her time to go?/
     So many times I sit down attempting to express what I was feeling,/ but my heart and 
mind wasn't willing./ Nothing I wrote seemed to be enough,/ to compliment you and your 
motherly love./ Every time I thought of you I felt like balling up in a fetal position and dying./ 
I could not write about you without breaking down and crying./
     For awhile I carried a bad attitude./ Looking for an excuse to accuse anyone in my family 
forever disrespecting you./ I think about all the tears my grandmomma shed./ I wished her 
alive and everyone else dead./ Was it my imagination or was it your pretty face I saw in the 
clouds?/ I hope you're looking down on me and you're proud./ And you're hearing my voice 
right now somehow./ I wish there was a button I could push to rewind./ So I can tell you 
what's on my mind./ Kiss your check./ Have you speak./ Hold you just one more time./
     Your passing took away my energy./ You said you would never leave me./ You were 
always so honest./ So when you broke your promise,/ It left me confused./ I felt cheated 
and my soul was bruised./

Con't in Pt 2


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home

softly lingering 
in the angelic silence
of a magical new night..

i remember whispered words
the softness of your breath
tingling the nape of my neck..

your eyes were deep
touch light as a feather
my head on your chest..

the scented sea air
delicately cocooned us
as our lips barely touched..

waves lulled our own melody 
of sacred tunes
as hearts became one..

i remember the moment
that time stood still..

how do i describe
something bigger than words..

for in the air
that i breathe..

it is you
who has blessed me...

heaven sent you 
amidst the stars above..

the sound of your heartbeat
was when i knew..

i

was

home.


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Chemistry

The simultaneous effect 
of two glances 
across the last remaining 
distance between them 

Then 
    when first they met 

Now 
    when they are apart 

Each carrying within 
   the beat 
     of the other's heart


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i look so small from up here

fame,
you bitch
it was you who taunted us
we walked
on razor sharp blades
of grass
gras
p
ed
at straws
covered in white dust 
inside
on the surface

on the surface
we used the word art
and crapped on it
like so much hay

hey
we did it every day
in every way

without a kiss
we fornicated 
on the carpet
where we rehearsed
our play
that was when

well

that was when

we jumped 
from the edge
from the cliff
when our bodies 
crashed into the rocks
and even a rock garden
punctures 
through
the 
layers and layers
of skin
of flesh
of tributaries
of bone
layers and layers 
of blood
of platelets
of cells
of liquid…life

landed from a hundred yards up.

it was you on my mind
and you know we didn’t die

when we jumped
from our school
from the edge
when our bodies
transcended
matter
like 
spirits
and 
spirits
was our addiction

the smoke
the pills
the blotters
the powder

you caught my eye

and we 
let our schooling
get in the way 
of our love
what we loosely 
called our art

but i did 
fall
i fell hard

the day i spiralled 
quickly
d
o
w
n
from the rock
where i stood
and you know
you were
you are
the edge

and you know
it’s you

the day
i fell

you
i fell for

and me who took the fall
from
my 
my 

my
oh
my



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Small Mistake

It must be painful to see
how I've grown up
Can you even look at me?

We both lie
Maybe in pieces
But don't you cry
Broken shards 
can always be fixed
Although they may leave scars

We both know
we should be alive
But that's so hard to do
when we have already died
Maybe they were right
when they said 
you shouldn't have a child
that I should have been dead

We give and take
We may bend
but we'll never break
because these scars will mend

Does it kill you?
To see me now
Does it hurt you?
To ask 'how'?

----We want to believe----
----that we know what love is----
----But how could we?----
----We never loved ourselves----


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Gone Fast

Finally here!
Life had begun nine months before,
when a miracle took place in the womb.
No details, just one sperm fertilizing one egg.

Now to finally see light.
Big eyes staring at me.
Him wondering!  Me wondering!
What are first thoughts?
Who can say but God?

Here, you hold him!
But he's awfully small.
So cute and almost bald.

So many wild roller coaster rides.
Who would have ever thought
that he would be the Greek God that he is today?
So chisled and fine.
Any model would be jealous.

College!
After that what??
Life's like that!
Did that happen yesterday?
Or has it really been twenty years?


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i smile now

i think of the
miles
and
streets
i crossed
to bump into you
and
i smile now
because i realize
that until you lifted your head 
to see where you were going
you could never
see me coming


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A Comforting Strength From A Distance

Baby love, you're always there
when i need you.
A guiding strength
to protect me.
How can i repay you
for everything you've done.
When hard times come my way
and i've seen better days
There you are making a way
pointing and guiding me to the right way.
When one family has forsaken me
and so called friends
have no time for me
At least i know
My God and You
will be there for me
A comforting strength from a distance.


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Converging Daydreams

The laughter of a thousand years,
The tears of a thousand waterfalls,
Converge and reflect,
Rainbows of seven colors,
Raining on a misty morning,
only puddles in the street,
You sit by a warm fire,
Guessing when the rain will stop,
Building daydreams as you look outside,
Everything will bloom soon,
Violets will grow,
Catching butterflies,
Watching them fly away,
Swimming in cool blue streams,
Feeling the suns' warmth,
The daydreams of a thousand years,
Combined in one as I look outside,
The rain drawing out my soul,
Until I feel empty watching you,
You seem far away,
A blank yet peaceful face,
The rainbow emerges,
Far beyond our full sight,
The rain stops,
You still sit,
Beside a warm fire,
Reflecting on daydreams,
Past.


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Your Game

Your words used to soothe me, 
flowing over my skin 
as your hands caressed and teased. 

Your tongue used to please me, 
licking every inch 
savoring every drop of me. 

Your lips used to hold me, 
pressed onto mine 
during explosions of orgasm. 

Your eyes used to search mine, 
as you drove into me 
finding that spot and claiming my being. 

Your trust I had; beliefs for me 
while your web you wove 
so glad I faked it all.


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fake smiles and lies

I have tried,
For months I have tried,
to let  go of your haunting memory.
I can’t.
Behind every fake smile I give,
I blindly hope I give an aura,
of being happy.
I am not.
I fall asleep at night,
only to find you haunting my dreams.
The life I wanted to have,
the love I needed,
it’s all slipping so far away.
I heard about you and her.
I was engulfed with sadness.
I was supposed to be me,
not her.
There is no one to blame,
no one to accept this burden.
I bury  it deep inside,
hidden  behind,
fake smiles,
and  lies.


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Do We Hold Each Other Back?

Should we end it now?
Has our chemistry faded?
What once was good for us,
seems to hold us back.

I've changed because of you,
I know you have too.
But, I think I am holding you back,
and you know this too.

I don't want to stifle your ways,
and don't want to be held back as well.
Maybe it's time we recognize
that this is the end of our spell.

I believe we always will be
a love that no one can replace.
No one could have guessed,
how we would have progressed.

Our differences made us grow.
Our lives let us believe 
and through the smiles and the tears,
this love made me perceive.

But could we truly grow old,
with out going bitter and cold?
Could we truly be true
when you're with me or I'm with you?

So I must believe
and not let me be deceived.
That our days are about to slow
from the world that we have known.

I will always love you
because you were my first love true.
You helped me see my beauty,
health, strengths, and weaknesses too.

Now I must let you know,
so that we may grow.
I think we are holding each other back
and may need to let each other go.

The thought of this does make me cry.
I've become addicted to you.
But with all these tears streaming down my face
it will also become my saving grace.

So, let us always be
true to each other to the end.
But our hearts must unmingle
and let our true selves become known.


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If I Forget

If I forget,
Remind me of your name
As it must have slipped away.

If I forget,
Show me a photo of my face
As it surely has changed.

If I forget,
Take my hand back to that place
For I've certainly lost my way.

If I forget,
Breathe a gentle breath in my ear
If will calm my fear and rekindle the flame.

If I forget,
Bring the heart straps
That held me to you like glue.

And if I forget,
Carry the memory of us
It is lost but a treasure on a raft on the waves...

TRS, 09/13/08


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Black and White

Wish it wasn't so cold around here
Wish I could stand up sometimes
Wish I had somewhere to go
Drowning myself to sleep with emo music

Wish you were near me
Wish I knew who you are
Wish I could see your eyes for a while
Dreaming in black and white every night

The sun goes down again
End of the act, see you idiots tommorrow
Hide in the darkness
Warm, comfy shelter
The day is gone again
Another time I can't be broken
I pull the strings here, in black and white
Curl up and cry for tonight

The sun goes down again
And you emerge from its ashes
Look at me now, in black and white
'cause colors hurt

Wish I could look at the sun
Without my eyes burning up
Wish you were here
Without your hands cutting mine

But I just sleep every night
Dreaming in black and white...


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Upon Waking

How do your eyes catch me 
those sleepy wee hours 
I stir you 
as a watercolor caricature 
picking through our dismembered socks, 
and shirts that still linger 
with the taste of your 
cologne 
where my cup wobbles 
slopping joe, 
revealing 
my true name 
       (gentle lady) 
in the thinly veined blue white graphics. 

As you feign sleep 
wrapped in a half hazard bundle 
mount cotton - 
your hand caught across 
my pillow, a furry leg there, 
and washed by the impending 
dawn headlights 
of this approaching Monday morning 
there is 
a moment, 
where the loss of my words 
paint themselves 
across the golden rod walls 
in three question marks. 
(I  Love  You)


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Those Were The Days

                                     Rebuilding America 
                                     My little Jenny and me
                                     Remembering a time
                                     When Laurel And Hardy
                                     Brought such classics to T.V
                                     My Jenny asked mom can you see me
                                     Just cruising home in a big jelopy
                                     With my Feathered Friend Buddy
                                     Perched on my shoulder and you Yelling
                                     Smile Your On Candid Camera
                                     That had to be such a Jungle Fever back then
                                     Think  I liked it better When you used to sing to me
                                                 That  I'm A Big Girl Now 
                                     




Just Putzing Around here
with my last 10 poems
But Love to watch 
Old Classic comedies on T.V. with Jenny
And Trying To explain  to her about Cinema
                          
                                     


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Never Go Back

Walking through the streets of my home town 
Reaching for the  Memories of days long passed
Seeing nothing of what I once knew 
Accepting the fact 
That I can never go back
To the time when doors remained unlocked
And no one ever knocked
When a whole section of town converged on one home
A death in the family brought neighbors to your door
There was a sense of community and 
Dignity was not a status symbol
Wednesday's the miner rested
In the afternoon possibly at a local bar
While clothes lines decorated back yards
Clorox making it new again
Found a quarter equals five on the pinball unless
She was there
Making three and two cokes a better selection
Baseball glove dangling from the handlebars and 
there was no charge for dreams
The park beckoned the wild bunch with a pack of Luckies
Never thinking twelve was too young
And not knowing
The tragedy of progress
Those days when friendships bonded a town
Anger only lasted until the fight was finished
There was a game tomorrow night 
Winner and loser going to see it together
And the only real enemy was
                            TIME.


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nine words

I want a five-word sentence about the pain of beauty.

And beauty is painful:

Because you want to be it, and aren’t.

Because you want to sense it all, and can’t.

Because you want it to last, and it won’t.


Laps a tongue at twilight’s scents whispering “…Come….”  Gone.


Okay, nine words…


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Death Changes

Old Death is a scar,
an empty eye socket, a lost limb.  
It has been grieved and we leave it alone
most of the time except on long drives
or sleepless nights.

New Death is a police siren behind you,
a baby crying for you in the night
in a house on fire.

New Death is bright red.

Old Death is brown.  
We can pick it up and put it down.

New Death picks us up and 
puts us down when it wants to.

New Death is a mugger in an alley
on your way home.  
Leather jacket, whiskey breath,
fear smell, switch blade at your throat.
That's New Death.  
It mugs you and steals your life
for years or forever.

Old Death is a tight uniform you wore,
you try it on once in a while.
You were drafted in the Regiment of Pain.
It doesn't fit, you don't wear it 
but you will never be the same again.
You have your memories at that private war with Death.
You are a veteran now.
But the Private Pain mellows into General Acceptance
and the poignancy turns to peace
and all New Death will lose it's sting
with time and God's help forever.


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It Was

It was the strange cologne
the misty moon
it was the river rolling on and on
hallucinations and a dream
someone's shadow on the wall
silvery leaves brushing your face
running
running
through the wildwood
over the bridge forever
to the cottage bright
in the meadow
dark stones wet with autumn
showers
hours spent before the dying
fire
your hand in his
it was
the inevitable joy,
the boundless leap of faith
taking your breath 
along with the last bit of summer
it was
as strong as life is long and true,
and all for you,
it was.


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Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


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The Farm

The Farm  ©

Fields of mustard
sway in a light breeze
off the river
farm dogs return 
dusted in yellow

the clapboard gray of
the farmhouse
weeps old memories
generations of pea farmers,
hunters, fishermen and cooks

heady fragrance of cooking food
saturate the senses as
the screen door slaps shut

the matriarch sings out
‘tea party!
and the city folk sit ‘round a table
laden with baked chicken that was
pecking out a meal in the yard that day
fried venison steak and mashed potato
green beans and corn hanging from the vine
just minutes ago
her biscuits and cornbread; the stuff 
dreams are made of

Later they sit on the warped porch steps
listening as the geese honk their way in 
to the seed rich fields and
 their nightly respite

bats fly across the moon, 
frogs call out their secrets,
a loon wails its loneliness
old stories are told

Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machetes  


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Erosion 1 and 2

Erosion - 1

With a scholar eye I am looking at-

Looking at Sharpened Dream,
Burning heart burning across
Feeling the sour, feeling the layer

Is being wet tongue, gradually uncovered
vibrating lips and stick while mixing at liquor

-	A chemical compound searching for eyes
-	Searching liberty from sin
-	Burning the recipe of purity

I am chewing all the glamour with tortured eyes
Breathing fragrance; 

breathing easily passing days and nights
Easily

being tortured, told her- 
As its an erosion ; it’s a feelings


Written by Javed Akter

Erosion – 2

Sharp Sunshine ; I become anxious
sharpened me while it touches 
the ground

Like homeless lives I search forever
Blue ; blue feelings always
Walking around

Always sliding doors are crawling 
Crawling ever now and then

Kindly me; myself kind while waking up
After long night sleepless; sleeveless 
From deadly bed

Changing everything; changing backbone slowly
Steadily this side and that
Every time looking at decay

-Decay altering the sides

my feelings ; herself towards


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Hunting Buddies

Christmas of my tenth year brought a four-ten shotgun.
No longer a tag-along kid
Assaulting the deep drifts struggling to keep up,
But a real hunting buddy.

First rule was to memorize the ten commandments of gun safety.
I labored with those rules.
Would we ever really go hunting?
We would go to the sand pits for target practice.
I could shoot good.

Then began lessons to drive.
Not really drive, but just as Daddy showed me,
I would, with exaggerated movements, put the car in forward,
Then reverse, and move it back and forth a few feet.
Stretching my spine to its straightest to see over the wheel,
And my toes to their longest to reach the clutch and break.
The makings of very heady stuff for such a little person to control a great monster 
car.
I drove great adventures in those back and forth few feet.

I didn’t really comprehend what he meant
When he told me I might be the only one
To drive for help in case of an accident.
So I learned, and loved the driving too.

It made me more and more my daddy’s boy,
And more and more impatient for the day to come.
The car mastered,
We headed home from the sand pits.

The day was gray and damp and promising snow.
The car heater blasting back the cold.
Cheeks stinging with color,
I would finally, slowly, pull from memory each word of each rule,
Adding a definition in my own ten year old words.

With ear crushed to my bedroom door,
I strained with every fiber to hear Daddy’s muffled tones.
He told Mom he was going hunting in the morning.
Then with breath caught up in lungs so tense they hurt,
Eyes squinted so closed it forced a tear,
Just as if I made it happen, he added,
“I’ll be taking Judy.”


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Old Memories


                                I was in the attic the other day
                                       Look what I found
                                            Old photos
                                   Pink ribbons around them
                           The images were yellowed after years
                               Memories of the days that were
                            Remember back like it was yesterday
                                    Time passes too quickly
                                Memories of the days that were
                                     I shall hide in my heart




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Cloud Nine from an Asian Child

Hot jasmine tea
My grandmother liked to drink
Everyday at 10
While tending to ancient herbs and oriental spices
Before Day’s of our Lives
She never understood it but she liked it anyway
And after her afternoon nap
She always had an aroma like that unforgettable liquid
In the green bottle by her bed
While the rice cooks
Steaming white fluff
That chokes your throat when you swallow too fast
Floating along the rice there’s green things
I learned not to ask
You must clean your bowl
She said
Otherwise you’ll end up too skinny and get sick
When the sun hits your head

Eggrolls, plump and short
Loved to waddle around in fish sauce before it jumps into mouths
Just like the chickens with the head cut off that Bac Phoung
Plucked the feathers  off accompanying that sticky sweet smell of death
Like sweet cake and dumplings
Stolen from the wrapper
Left on the table that grandpa forgot to put away
Cousins come and go
Hugs and kisses, fights and shows
From 36 of us
We hold games and play with the hammock
Disciplined with chopsticks
We knew better then play Street Fighter all day
Though it’s happened once or twice

New Years is the best however
A dollar from each aunt or uncle
Lasts only but a day
Until the icecream man comes and we spend
Each and every dime
On Bullets, Tweety Shaped Popsicles and Lucas
Ninja turtles and Daffy Duck with bubblegum eyes


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An Old Coin

I have an old box
in that box, I have
collected many "treasures"
Not treasures of great value
but small memories of time
that has passed

This box is like a "scrapbook"
that makes me so happy
Look...look what I found today:
an old coin that is
marked by time

The coin is brown, a little thick
and need to be cleaned
The coin has a crown on
the one hand, value built
and the year standing
on the other side:
5 - cent from 1912

Such a coin from 1912
was probably a great wealth
It was probably not from
a "poor man`s" pocket

The coin has been owned
by many over the years
It has paid for food for
hungry bodies
Flour, sugar, bread, milk,
potatoes, onions and carrots
Perhaps the wool to knit socks

As the coin got older
it has lost its value
But for a child it was a big deal
You could buy both candy
and caramels
Maybe, it was put in
your "piggy bank"
Yes, what a story....
This little coin has,
traveled for many years








07.03.2012
A-L Andresen


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Thousand Pieces of Puzzle Present

We don’t so much as beg, “Mom can I?” no, just stand idle,           lean on one leg, 
pick up                           and set down pieces with the care of an egg the quietest
until we know            it fits                                     into the slowly growing frame,
and sneak , click it in, every once in a while
or we seek out edges,            set them in a pile
            sort by color         and             sort by texture
until “would you please bring me?”                              from a parent sends us off
after we bring mugs of Tom & Jerry’s with a dash of nutmeg, or plates of cookies 
       back the fastest
                      we find a reason to sit,                  no one says anything
this is our one large family present,    one thousand pieces spread across our table
we are entitled                                                                        such are our wiles 
unnoticed we fit in to the family picture,           puzzle hour after hour until the day 
or hour or errand                         came and we steal away and see who could hold
out longest 
hiding the piece that fits into the thousand pieces last


                                                                                  or is forever 
                                                                                                                  lost


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Philokalia (Love of Beauty)

Unforgettable sweet horizon like the sleeping woman's hips...
Tortuous destiny whose yellow sadness tips
With centuries of sacred silence ;

After I pass the sacred glass beads through
Since the pink dawn and the sweet dew;
After I live "Philokalia", blessing the Lord's name
With one thousand sad prayers,
With faith that can move the mountains,
With complete devotion and obedience,
Silent like a statue of long endurance,
Could I remember her again?

From eternity, for ever had been
Above the waters without border,
The light of that very beginning in no world
And no time, but this cloud and the first Word
Who changed the trembling no time's order,
So that the paradise still mirrors in her eyes green…

Beard like our bishop, you'll wear: 
Lost you'll be for this world, my friend…
But your secret mad hope still moves like a lizard
In front of the rocks with human face.
With "Philokalia", your dreams will ascend...

Maybe, from heaven will drop a tear:
With bitter taste of grass and leaves of any honey September;
And the dawn with scent of woman will rest in no time's amber. 


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Apples and Cinnamon

~ Flour on her hands, and centuries on her elbow Fingers balance a 'hand-me-down' dish, Roosting deftly on finger-tips, high in mid-air Lovingly she spins it, magician's hands twirling Trimming the edges with flourish and flair A bit like Da Vinci' ,…a small tool in hand Skillfully carving, as a blade skims the rim Pieces of pie dough, will soon drop away She is shearing the excess, and trimming the dough That turn into ribbons…wouldn't you know? You must use every scrap,…meaning just that!.. Waste not, want not…each morsel a prize Rolling them flat to large walnut size ~ Spread thick the butter…nothing is better A sprinkle goes here, a sprinkle goes there Cinnamon sugar, please don’t be spare Baking till golden, toasting next to the pie A preview of magic, a taste of delight How does she know it, ... this magic voodoo? Lessons in chemistry, from so long ago She had watched this drama unfold in her dreams Unfolding and playing on her memory's screen This silent black magic, will play once again Although the old soundtrack, worn of it's skill The warmth of old memories, will never be stilled… Don't bother to ask, for recipe pages It is magic at best....., so priceless the task So sprinkled with love, and has passed through the ages


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Losing pieces

Oh, how I miss the dead…

... the softness in their voices
That I cannot recreate,
the warmth of their silence
Where now only cold remains;

And I know, oh how I know
That they are long gone
And I have been long removed
From those fuller times
But still, when I feel around my heart
I find that it is missing things
Parts long lost and dearly missed,
And I sit here feeling fatally incomplete
And I know-  that I can never be whole again.

But I still miss the dead,
And I miss the times
When I never knew
That I would live on
Missing the days when I was whole…

-So I still miss the dead
And the times when I was not hollowed by loss
Living every day with a lighter heart
So far from the times
 	when I would never be whole again.

And now, so far removed
from fuller times,
These few missing holes
they let in a chill wind
And somehow, these missing holes
they leave my heart heavy
And I know that it will grow heavier yet,
But I dread
That when I am lost
I die not just incomplete
But empty-
	Empty of all I could yet lose.


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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


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Blossoming

 

The Blossoming

Within shivers
Hot like
Ice
Hides he
Phantom yet
Passes her
Daily
Hides 
She
So shyly
Dark tresses
Unsure
Within
This
Diamond like
Shines
She
Tentative
Within
New
Ability
Halls grow dark
And 
Only
He 
Haunts her
This want
Disco ball
Of tentatively
She
Walks within new 
Wants
Cursed within
The 
Exquisite 
Like shards pang
Desperately
A lullaby 
I can
No longer
Bring
Hold her so
Close
Yet so far
Away
This new life
For 
In Solo
So
Exquisite
She sings

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Green Horse Trough

Hot sun on my back, leaning over the horse trough,
scrubbing the green slim off the sides.
The edge burns my hands and arms as I look for a hold,
Finally cooling the rim with water from the pump.

The bouquet from the trough instantly painted a familiar picture
Of hot, still summer lakes,
Sitting under ancient willows,
Fishing for what ever small life would sacrifice itself to a young fisherman.

Water bugs scoot around the tall grasses ringed with green algae.
Teased by a breeze, willow fingers wrap around a daydream.
One of conquering its mighty branches, with tree houses and rope swings,
While crawdads keep stealing the bait.

The water is clean and clear and cool again.
With memories of her own, my horse pays homage to my work
By burying her face in the trough up to her eyes,
And blowing bubbles out of her nose.


(Some warm nostalgia for a cold winter day.)


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Grandma's Pearls

Grandma passed along her string of pearls to me.
I knew I've been entrusted with a special gift from her.
Nothing but pride crossed my mind that day.

Taking her pearls from its box, I still feel her love,
Whether it was tender or tough,
It was done with the intent
On making me feel pride within myself.

Grandma cherished her pearls for most of her life.
This was her 'Pearl of Wisdom' she passed down to me,
"Pearls are classy enough for a fancy affair
Or just a simple dinner out.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend,
But don't get between me and my pearls.
The attachment is for life, it's beauty knows no age."
Every time I put on her string of pearls, I still giggle.


03/12/2013


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The Clock

He greets everyone as soon as they enter the hall with a great big smile on his full moon-like face arms always moving, no matter the time or place. Just wind him up and he never stops running, not allowed to keep time from losing no matter the pace. The tick of the clock I thought would never stop it kept on going no matter the day; day or night the pendulum swung with each quarter hour the chimes were rung. He's seen so much in our life pass by keeping on measuring it tick by tick counting the hours lick by lick. Each day that comes his friendly face is there ticking and chiming all the way. This old friend has been here many a year greeting me and all who enter day by day he just keeps on going never getting tired or slowing down his face always smiling, never a frown. How I love to see his face knowing that he will greet me when I enter the place never a miss of the tick of the clock as long as the pendulum swings he never stops.


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Fond Memories

Holding on to my Nan’s hand, we walked around the lake
The snow was deep all around and there were kids tying on skates
My Nan squeezed my hand and we set off to the little wooden café
Smoke was spiraling out of the stove pipe stack and to my surprise we went in
There was no money but my Nan told me she was buying me a treat  
“You always miss out on the treats when everyone is around 
Treats to them are sweets and you don’t like them and I understand that.”
The treat she had for me alone was a cup of hot milky Horlicks and a scone
A scone with no jam, and an unsugared drink.  We watched the kids play
We sat watching the snow fall and she told me that ten American airmen had died there
Just where the children were playing, she had seen the crash happen
When life got her down a bit she would walk to the lake and buy a cup of tea 
She had watched the oak trees that were planted as a memorial to the men grow
She knew that those men would have given anything to be where she was now
Short of money but with her granddaughter enjoying time together.
She smiled and squeezed my hand across the table.
My Nan taught me such a lot.
© 7/12/2012

Entry For ‘Fond Memories’ Contest sponsored By C Cornish


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Like a thief in the night -Thinking of September 11th

Another morning I got up and my thoughts returned here. Just wanted to put something of
the memory that lingers still today from scenes we saw of September 11th.  Scenes we would
like to but will never and should never forget.  I do not wish to cause further despair to
anyone but if anything bring some hope to those who are suffering safe in the knowledge
that they have the world behind them.  What has happened cannot be undone but with
strength and assistance from those who had the core torn from them as the horrors unfolded
and they watched on in disbelief we can be there for one another.  We can make sure the
memory of this tragic affair lives on, and in doing so help keep our own souls alive and
kicking... in hope all was not in vain, but that we shall learn from it and let the
promise of peace win through.  My heart and thoughts go out to all.
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It doesn't matter today
if we build a building of immense height
like North and South towers of World Trade Centre
even if to use as defence system
just as we would have built a castle on a hill
in times gone by - times have changed
New buildings and memorials will now stand
in recognition of who/what was on said land
Their memories will always continue
as will the vision on t.v. all did view
Where minds stood still in disbelief
while strike after strike we all felt grief
Where tears were shed by billions of eyes
War was declared with no defence in skies

It doesn't matter today
we most probably wouldn't even see
as our enemies approached
Like a thief in the night they came
stealing from us that most precious
those whom we loved or cared about

What matters today
is that for all eternity history has been made
Times we cannot change
Broken genealogical lines gone forever
Marks made on the landscape - irreplaceable
Never can anything stand for what was again
Humanity and psychological effect remains
We may not all have lost those known to us
but we stand together shoulder to shoulder
Encircling those that remain
Knowing each one of us had our soul torn
Our eyes darkened by Hells darkest Angels
When none could believe that before their eyes
Planes came crashing through the skies

Out of ashes a phoenix, a nation arises
and with it the world reawakens
We will not sleep but remember
A tragic time when so high a cost was paid
with unknowing souls now recognised
What right to take such brave innocent lives


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Child's Dawn

As the darkness yields to the dawn to deliver the heart from any storm Of the blackness of the night so long Where my fears and sorrows do belong The new morn is a sigh of a brilliant song The child awakens with the light Ready to believe in the day’s warming sight To live and love with open arms And have no fear of any harms There is hope and charity in the new day Dreams and innocence are here to stay Sun sweet sun Come on, have some fun Chase the night away so the child can learn to play!


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Sleigh Ride Memories

Pushing back the snow,
the barn door slowly opens
against the drifts.

Inside smells are rich and warm.
Hay and straw and animals mix 
sparking memories of a long ago stable. 

The tarp is heavy,
but uncovers a shiny red sleigh.
Runners honed to a keen shushing edge.

Sounding of hooves on wooden floor
Snorting his readiness to go.
Harness tight, bells in place

Isinglass heater under a buffalo robe,
cuddling close,
let’s go!

We disappeared into plumes of snow off galloping hooves,
with mane flying in the breath of nostrils flaring.

Sleigh bells singing their song in rhythm of  beating hooves, 
crisp air and joyful hearts cuddle under robes of excitement

racing, racing

Caps pulled down over ears,
cheeks chapping, hands clasping, 
hearts racing,

faster ... faster ...  faster ...


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Summer

The ceiling fan turns
seemingly without purpose,
sending a slight ripple of
shivers into the still air.

The porch isn't any cooler.
Tears of sweat make their way down
a slender glass of iced tea,
drinking up smaller beads,
becoming a rivulet as gravity brings
it more quickly into the pool
around the bottom of the glass.

A rivulet of sweat
makes its way down her chest
sending a tickle
as it finds its way between her breasts.

A sip of tea
cools her throat as it
makes its way down to
cool the soul of summer.


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More Snippets

I. Bleeding -- a world without comfort -- lost without love -- no destination... silently walk without touching wounds... where is love? II. Frail fingers grope... sodden afternoons... winter fog... through gray eternity -- cold eyes, delicious mouth. Found love will laugh, desire returning. III. Making love, we deceived ourselves. Complicitors, we lied. Compliant pawns, we defied danger, practiced brilliant fabrication -- but truth was stranger. IV. Others know desire: ever changing years -- and lifetimes -- reaching towards the moon. Love, be my way.


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School day hell

They called it school
I called it hell 
From the huge imposing prison like doors
To the doom like toll of the bell
Everyday the same
Running for the school bus
Full of uncivilized Wild kids
Being pushed and shoved
Countless kids in uniform
Fearing the teachers and the day they were born
Satchel bags and lucky bags
Late for lessons again 
Going to the headmasters office 
For the cane ooh how my bum was in pain
Teacher at the blackboard
Pupils getting bored thinking about girls
Motorbikes and cars
Playing football in the yard
Playing sports in skirts and shorts
The one too big that moma bought
School desks fountain pens and ink
Boy how some of my classmates did stink
Trying to blow up the science lab
Bubbly gum and sherbert dabs
Giggling girls and bashful boys
Girls jutting out everywhere
Pigtails and ribbon on their hair
Always getting into a fight
Going home with a torn blazer and black eye every night
Lots of kisses on my homework
Rolling about in the dirt
Pouring ink into the headmasters aquarium
Holes in your trouser bum
Crafty cigarette hidden behind a wall
Morning assembly in the hall
School dinners you couldn't pick
Forced down your throat and made you sick
Being punished and kept behind doing lines
I must have wrote 'I must be good' a million times
Frog spawn put into teachers bag
Gas taps left on in the lab
The school nurse giving you a jab
Riot breaks out in class Running a race on sports day and coming last
Pea shooter and catapult Pulling your tongue out and being rude to adults
First love and nervous thumbled kiss
Girls with new sticky out bits
Hair growing in places it didn't before
Limbs aching and so sore
Always in trouble up to no good playing truant in the wood
Letting the tiers down on the headmasters car
Girls wearing training bra's
Exams were such a sham but wrote the answers under the bandage on my 
hand Teachers talking about things I didn't understand
What a waste of time I was going to be a pop star and soon a man
Those daydreams  of youth that still remain aloof
Hiding in the bushes watching  girls playing hockey and net ball on the field
I still recall how that used to feel
Long school summer holidays away from hell
School books thrown down the well
Then back to school again to days of terror
And pain up early facing hell.



Peter Dome,copyright.2014. July.


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The city

It is a city with its lurid lights lavishing upon the night

Products hawked in gaudy neon

Street lamps form uniform circles upon the pavement

And traffic signals repeat themselves across the landscape

A man with flat eyes pulls a blanket about him 

And clutches his dog, he puts his shoes beside him

As if remembering when he had a bed

Whores mingle by the fire plug and eye the traffic

Their dignity sold by the hour 

And I walk there toward the same places

As every night

 

Jimmy told me that you came to the café

Even though you asked him to say nothing of your visit

He said you sat at our table and read a book

He took your order of a coffee and asked about me

And he said you looked very sad in that moment and shrugged

And so each night I walk past the café windows

Peering in like a street urchin and praying

To see your face or that you will look up to see mine

But you are not there

And the excitement of hope drains from me like wet ashes

 

I go to St. Joseph’s in the village 

And sit in the dark corner below the choir loft

Hoping you will come as we did each Sunday

But you do not.  You do not come

And I am happy to be in church

To pray for you, that blessings fill your days

And that I might be one of them

Then it is the garish flat where we knew love

To sit by the window and watch the night

Gather in the city like a troubled infant

And to dream of a soft knock at the door

And for our love to come home


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Summers Warmth

Summers Warmth

                Authored by Chuck Keys

What happens to the summer’s warmth in the fall?
Does it stay in nostalgia’s book of memories?
Or is it found inside 
    ... a wrinkled coffee stained yellowed crossword puzzle section,
Blowing eloquently with the wind on the chaise in the sun porch?

What if the summer’s warmth just fades into introspection?
With all of its self doubts and hesitancies,
Where the mind ceases conscious thoughts of fancy and free,
Slowly drifts back into the beauty and fragrances that once were present.

What if the summer’s warmth doesn't want to leave,
And stays inside our minds and hearts, waiting,
To come forth, eternally,
Stronger, wiser and agelessly aggressive; alive.

In the autumn of our seasons,
Where time flows to and fro,
Where beauty and passion rests inside those with heart,
Where the summers warmth exists, forever. 
Even in the cold winter months of soon to be.


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I Miss You

Oh this winter;
Begone
The cold made bitter with a relentless wind;
Begone

Please, Spring, push
it back
Lean, shove, melt
it back

Summer warmth
I miss you
Severe clear days
I miss you

Horses hot breath,
Smell of rain,
I miss you.

Lazy river,
lulling heart beats
into a molasses dream.
A stick with a leaf sail
steers through diamonds
as the sun-sparkles reflect
off the idle meandering purposeless river.

I miss you.


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Flashbacks Of The 70's

It was Life During Wartime.
People finally became Superfly,
waking up from a Teenage Lobotomy,
having spent too many years Comfortably Numb.

We had to Try and Tear The Roof Off The Sucker,
Walk On The Wild Side,
send a strong message with a Whole Lotta Love,
proving how we still had a Lust For Life-
Let The Good Times Roll,
learning how to Fly Like An Eagle
through Dreams of Changes
before it was too late!

Yes, we were Rock Steady,
hooked on Radar Love,
driving past the Hotel California
in pimped-out Low Rider's.
Taking One Toke Over The Line
of some outdoor Sweet Leaf,
brains filled with Cocaine,
watching the Smoke On The Water
rise up in the pupils of our purple haze.

Imagine if you will,
Riders On The Storm pumping fists in the air,
moving along, never standing still.
My Papa Was A Rolling Stone,
pulled an Ace Of Spades from the deck
held in the quivering paws of a Black Dog-
a Gypsy stumbling through a Bohemian Rhapsody,
always Watching The Detectives
make Trouble for the Pusher Man.

Poor Jimi died in London
before there was Anarchy In The U.K.!
But we kept him alive by trippin' on daisies,
Takin' Care Of Business,
by calming the Bridge Over Troubled Water.
It wasn't about Us & Them anymore....

....no, we were all in this together,
fighting to Stir It Up,
Stayin' Alive
against The Robots and Evil Ways 
of too many War Pigs.

Flashbacks will show how nothing has changed!
Live by the sword, die by the sword-
when will we give peace a chance?



*Used 40 song titles of the 70's (only some of my favs!) to create this :D~


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Murderapolis Streets, Claim Two More Young Heartbeats

Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
smiles
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
company
I keep
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
 till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons 
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
and theirs
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
they need
car accidents & tragedies
like these
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
become
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Loon
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
Safe
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place

7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen


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Dream Reflections

Dream Reflections

So drained,
I feel like a trained monkey
Who is paid to dance

I can't wait for 
The chance to sleep 
If it doesn't 
Happen soon
Grim reaper might come
Knocking at my door
When I fall asleep
 Driving home

I shall visit the moors of 
Ancient fairies and 
Hills of enchantment,
Once my curly head lands 
On my feather pillow

I might dream of lazy days
Laying under a weeping willow tree
After taking a long dip in a cool 
Stream on a hot summer day

Who knows where my 
Subconscious might take me,
Good thing my 
Admission will be free,
Because I don't have a 
Penny on me currently

Time is ticking so swiftly
 These trying days,
I must say goodbye,
Before I drift off to 
Dreamland too suddenly

Goodnight


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Thinking Of You

I remember happiness,
No more,
No less,
Only true love.

I imagined,
You beside me...

I remember your eyes,
I remember your lips,
I feel your love,
I know your life...


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The path taken ...

The path taken ...
                           Authored by Chuck Keys


One day I'll go for a walk and forget to come home
and lose myself among the trees and the gnomes.

I'll be dressed in my walking shorts, shoes and socks
ready to face the unknown world and all of its locks

alone and free, seasoned with age beyond my years afloat
unbridled from people and places and ready to emote.

The path will go straight and sideways, straight and backways
and bend to the left to secret hide-a-ways.

I'll be dressed in my walking shorts, shoes and socks
ready to face the unknown world and all of its locks

Lose myself I will, on purpose with forethought and glee
because that is what makes me, me.


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Chanel No5

Chanel No.5
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On the borderline of photos and time
We don't want to leave her now

"What do I wear to bed? Why, Chanel No.5, of course!"

Something in curves, a beautiful crime
She doesn't want to leave somehow

"What do I wear to bed? Why, Chanel No.5, of course!"

News-reel prints
and print-press presidents
Diamond boys
and silver screen compliments
A ten-thousand soldier stare,
and sexual laissez-faire
The every-woman's woman
of secret doors to nowhere

"What do I wear to bed? Why, Chanel No.5, of course!"

On the borderline of photos and time
She doesn't want to leave somehow

What did she wear when dead?

Why, Chanel No.5, of course...


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Nacht - Night - Noche

Nacht

Im Schweigen verborgen,
die Nacht in Einsamkeit.
Ein fernes Licht 
wandert langsam,
verliert sich im Meer der Sterne
wie ein Sankorn am Strand.
Wiederkehrende Träume
ziehen ins Endlose,
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Night

Hidden in silence,
night in solitude.
A distant light
moves slowly,
lost in the sea of stars,
like a grain of sand
on the beach
Recurring dreams
move ad infinitum,
then again.silence. 
Thoughts wander restlessly
towards a different time



Noche

Escondido en silencio,
noche de soledad.
Una luz en la distancia
mueve lentamente,
perdido en el mar de estrellas,
como un grano de arena
en la playa.
Los sueños recurrentes
mueven hasta el infinito,
después nuevamente silencio.
Pensamientos vagan sin descanso
hacia un tiempo diferente


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Rat A - Tat- Tat

Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat the drums did roll and beat the men in their uniforms how they stood so tall and trim and neat, by ranks and files and squads they stood with weapons, packs and flags the flower of our nation's youth did march to the drummers' beat. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat off to the wars they marched with waves goodbye, and speeches of pride they marched away while their loved ones cried. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat While one could question the wisdom of war no one could doubt the soldier's scars, war after war they were sent... and bravely wherever sent - they went. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat The drums did roll and beat the men in their uniforms how they stood so tall and trim and neat, and off to the wars they marched to the sound of the drummers' beat. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat In battles they won to keep us free but not without a price for victory. They returned from places with names so strange but some returned to a different beat, with a slow roll, slow march - mournful and sad they brought our loved ones home again. To a grateful nation they gave their all without a whimper or complaint they saw it all and returned from places far away battered and scarred - but free. Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat Soon the sound of drums were heard and leaders did call again... with struts and speeches that sounded so grand off our youth were sent with a band Rat a - Tat - Tat; Rat a - Tat- Tat. Dedicated in loving memory to all who served.


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When I'm Alone

When I’m alone
          And thoughts of you
Steal softly ‘cross 
          The paths my mind has taken,
I close my eyes,
          And, silently,
I drink the fragrance
          Of your presence.

When I’m alone,
          The songs I sing         
                         Belong to you;
The flowers I pick
          Make your bouquet;
The castle I build
          Is for your dwelling;
The jewels I find
          Are for your adorning.

Should you never come to me,
When I’m alone
          The songs I sing
                    Will all be sad songs;
And, wilted flowers
           Will line the path 
                    To an empty house;
The jewels I find
          Will lie like stones
                    That children throw.

So, come,
Hold my hand
          And walk with me.
Blend your thoughts with mine.

Let our souls become as one
          In the empty hours . . . 
                    When I’m alone.


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Grandpa's Collage


Grandpa’s collage holds beloved memories.
Black-and-white photographs of long ago
strewn with tape and paste amid the glossy 
snapshots, shaping a man's love of family.
At first glance, one would think he created 
his patchwork of pictures in haste. But come, 
look closer; no image is placed by chance. 
Each scene shares a story his hands retraced - 
a joke, a kiss, a tear. See the toothless grins
of growing grandchildren with playful eyes, 
the knowing looks of elders and the effortless
laughter of generations, dear faces missed.
All familiar faces except for only one - 
the intruder with graceful features. Head held high, 
she wears her smile unfazed. I search her dark eyes 
for words unsaid, dazed. She is the grandmother
I never knew. Her portraits are puzzle pieces
that will never fit, but ones I cannot unglue 
or ignore; my grandpa’s attempt of tying us 
to a stranger. I love him more for trying…



For Craig Cornish's A Collage Held Dear Contest,
10/22/13

     


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Hope

Why did this day have to end?
I didn’t even ask for an extension 
Miracles died thirty years ago
Now I just watch the universe roll by
I know the lights always fade
I welcomed the dark
For the first time 
It felt like a blanket
Covering everything 
Everything…my world is small
Just bury me for a while
I know you are not here to stay
But still
Just keep me here in the dark
I dread the morning
Trying to make a what’s-the-difference
Hope is the last to die
Whose turn is it tonight?


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My Song

There is a happy song I cannot sing today, For all the thoughts of you Were surely washed away By swiftly flowing tears, That mingled with the rain. I searched the empty hallways, And every corner of my mind, But all the fading memories Had left me long ago. All I saw were shadows Where you had been before. I listened for your voice In every song I heard But all the fading echoes Had left me long ago, All I heard were shadows Falling to the ground. There is a happy song I want to sing today, Of sunlight mixed with shadows And memories of you, Of flowers, songs, and laughter . . . All mingled with the rain.


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SHADOWS

City lights Are growing dim As music in the hall Slows down. And, lovers . . . Holding close . . . Dance to rhythms Of swaying shadows On the wall. In the streets, I see the lonely ones Who stand in shadows tall And tremble . . . From the fear . . . Of empty rooms And, conversations Not returned.


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Carrie at Cafe du Monde

Her voice was soft on the telephone
She had gentility, like the part of the city she once lived

We talked of tragedy and chicory coffee
My friends had told me the situation was still grim

I asked her of Galatoire's and Brennan's
Of the Ninth Ward, and of her home

While I, pining and homesick, sipped coffee the color
Of the mulatto Mississippi River. . .

So polite and patient she was
For one who had lost everything





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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


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On nights like this

Half of the world is asleep

And black bellied clouds rest upon the mountains

Sending rain to punish my roof 

While heaven complains against the ebony night

Shadows dark as evil sprawl beneath the trees

And lovers laugh, dodging puddles as they run

 

Gutters gush, gargling the torrent

As half of the world is asleep on rumpled beds

While creatures watch from boughs and burrows

The sycamore slumps beneath the storm

Where a hawk is stranded on a sheltered limb

And streams and brooks boast beyond their bends

 

The scene is solemn beyond the window

Where rivulets slide, blending into each other like lovers

A glaring bolt slides over the peaks, through the clouds

And the clouds complain about it a moment after

As half of the world is asleep, but not me

I have too much forgetting to do about nights like this


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No More Sojourn



Sonnet, you beckon me with your allure.
Valiant ship from a distant shore
Resting, no more sojourn
Basking in glory of a distant past
Lowered mast once battered and blown
An emblem of pride and place
From boundless rushes, to a windless pace
Now laid bare of all innocence
Meekly, humbly retired

All aboard was the captain’s word
As the crew came rushing on
With hands on decks and the compass set
To carve a story not yet heard
A seafarers’ life of no regrets

While cavaliers seek their bounty
And fortune favours the brave
You set sail from old Blighty
Sending  the good and mighty 
To watery graves

Now in retirement you bask and bathe
As the tides doth ebb and flow
Rising and descending your mood does shift
Whilst along your flanks assorted remnants drift
In the silted bed of the Thames your now reside
Dancing to the rhythm of a seasonal tide
Whilst aboard, there is a tossing and a turning 
In the warmth of comfy beds
Lays the bodies of weary heads

Painted lady, red, gold and green
On my canvas you are drawn
As on the pages I do scribe
Of a beauty and a guile
Never to be erased from my memory
For your dye is truly cast,
Unforgettably.


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bittersweet

so this is the way the night tastes... looking back I couldn't tell, in pencil at the beginning worn flights of steps, from before the war smaller, until they were gone but in the mirror, my hands gold rims, bare here and there out of an echo, knowing not long after flecked with red, blue in the depths, and polished... I see clearly all the pieces of the flower it was late when we started plates stacked on shelves next to the questions one at a time once there was a horizon no color except for gray at a perfect distance from each other almost a thousand years later almost in plain sight in the summer fields waiting it would climb up as a shadow we planned to wait and to whatever is still standing the eggshell of light before dark what was there before remained closed on its own along the ridge of the barn roof only she had forgotten her name a dried branch of bittersweet lace on drop-leaf tables I could not remember part memory, part distance leading me to the lake shore invisible under the hood
_______________________________________________________ Inspired By Charlotte's Contest: "Cut-up/Collage Poems" and randomly "snipped" from a book by W.S. Merwin 2/27/14


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Steamy Summer Treats

“Ice cream, ice cream two for a quarter” but we were already lining up Mr. Softee’s* song beckoned sultry vacation days in the suburbs no air-conditioning back then not one neighbor had a pool so “Slip ‘N Slide was the way to keep cool bedtime came before summer’s sunset but only after Dad’s nightly stories sometimes funny, sometimes scary he made them up as he went along weekends were wild at the Jersey Shore sun, sand, surf and boardwalks but it was the family time I loved most as I dreaded that first school bell
*Mr. Softee was an ice cream truck similar to the Good Humor man. Entry for the “Summer” Contest Summer in the Suburbs and at the beach


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Mailman

 
In my day, the mail carrier was called the Mailman.
However, I don't recall any women choosing the profession.
He came to our house twice a day.
Once in the morning,
And once in the afternoon.
 
Time went slower then
and he had time.
He could deliver the mail
and talk to us kids a while too.
 
Once when he came by
we were playing mumbly-peg.
He asked what we were doing
and we showed him.
 
He got out his own knife
Balanced it on his finger
and ka chunk, it stuck expertly the first time.
His blade stuck in the ground every time.
 
Mine came a little too close to my toes
but stuck. He complimented the risky landing
then folded up his knife and put it back
in the mail bag draped over his shoulder.
 
The leather, old and very worn 
gave way on the edge where he reached in
for the letter that needed to be delivered next door.
Leaning into the weight of the bag,
he was on his way.


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Chief Warrior Eagle

Brave Indian warrior
Sitting alone in the woods
In the soft glowing light
Of a low hanging moon
Shining on the mighty river

Brave Indian warrior
Playing the flute
The forest comes alive
Animals waking from slumber
To hear his melancholy tune

Brave Indian warrior
Deep in thought
The music lets him escape
Taking his mind of things
And focusing

Brave Indian warrior
Reflecting on the past
Thinking of all he did
All he could do
All he should have done

Brave Indian warrior
All alone now
Concentrating
Drifting away
Into exploration of the mind

~~Written By~Brittany Larson~
For Constance's contest ~"Tell His Story"


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Junlado Maiden

Beneath sullied cloth, hastily covered
chain of seashells nestled
soundless, threads of an old story.
Your eyes, beneath lashes that catch
snow—I see the deep blue
sea of Junlado, 
waves shining grey before the setting sun.
What are you doing here in the frozen north?
You came from seashores
cherry blossoms raining upon 
your brown upturned face
dreaming of another world, you beautiful fool.
There is no other world when we
all suffer beneath endless winter. 
Pity, a sweet face lined and streaked;
I watch it as you pour wine.
I, merely a wanderer
in rags, as we all are.
But I am strong, dear child.
Let me not see those purest tears
forming, unforming within
sinless eyes—
what are you doing here?
Go back
Go back to your land. 
Swim, there, forget, in the bluegrey 
Let joyful pearls make pure a salty sea.
We all suffer, but
you
at least 
deserve to go back.


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Kiss the Rain

Kiss the rain
like the first…
and the last time
you had me in your arms…
Like the first 
and last time
I was yours
under starry sky
where the world 
stood still, for that very moment
that one, solemn moment…
when I was yours at last…
Kiss the rain…
to keep the flame alive…
and bask in what was,
what could have been…
Kiss the rain like the first
and last time I was yours…
Kiss the rain from here on
and I’ll forever be yours. 


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In his footsteps

On his shoulders 
he carried 
me,
when I tarried 
when young.
He’d huddle me close,
and tell me the stories
Of how he grew up.
The things that he loved to do most.

Correct me when wrong.
And punish when bad he’d
Protect me from harm,
And when ill -
He’d wrap me in blankets,
And nurse by my side,
Till one day I grew up
And rebelled.

In your footsteps 
You wanted
Me to have followed,
And done everything by your will.
But I’m my own person,
So listen to my side,
Are you in with me this time
Or still…?

Do you not answer?
Hear my pain call?
As I struggle to find my own way.
Is it time I departed?
Is it time that I learnt?
To have my own will
What d’you say?

Well I’m sorry 
You’re silent.
You’re so disappointed.
But I know that you feel
I am wrong.
I can’t take this no longer
I’m so full of anger.
To my misery
Is there no end?

Well I’m out!...
Do you hear me?...
Dont misunderstand me.
I’m grateful for what you have done.
But for now
I don’t know me.
I don’t know the answers.
I’ll pack up my things and be gone!

But then
you say to me
Just listen – child listen,
One day 
you will settle
You’ll see.
You’ll be married. 
With children.
Putting food on the table -
Working hard to bring in the dough
Then you’ll think of these words
Just follow my footsteps
That way you will
Come to no harm.

And the voice in your head
Will silently say -
I told you,
Was right all along.
I’m your father
I taught you to follow 
my footsteps;
To know what is right and
Whats wrong!


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When I Look At You

When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t lose touch with you
When I look at you, 
I prey upon happiness and I never knew
That you mentioned me in your dorm
When I look at you,
My mind wraps all around you
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high, 
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you had the best of dreams
When you wake up,
I prey upon your energy and 
Soar like an eagle in the sky
He watches over me as years pass me by
Our friendship is too good to be true
We’re so lucky to have each other…
Weep no more, for your name is carved in my heart
There shall be no more death…
Bitter, worthless clouds spill out remorse – 
Depart and be gone!
I’m waiting to say “greetings” to you
I don’t have the strength to fight the battle
Endless thoughts spiral in my head
Making me feel awfully dead…
Many things are left a mystery for a purpose
When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t forget your name
When I look at you, 
I prey upon your joy and I never knew
That you mentioned me in an optimistic way
When I look at you,
My mind is overflowing with delight
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high, 
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you have the best breakfast
When you wake up,
I try to prey upon your glory, 
But you swim away like a swan in a sparkling lake
I wanna give you good advice…
I don’t wanna roll the dice…
I don’t wanna be a living sacrifice
I wanna throw away all of your pain 
I’m trying my best to reach the finish line
It’s hard to forgive the words you utter
It’s hard to forget and forgive yourself 
For the wrongs you’ve committed
My mouth kept running like the sink water
And my mind went numb and you seemed to be bothered
Pick up the shards of glass and show me some direction
I don’t know where to go from here…
But, I must keep a positive mindset
I’m not attempting to get you upset
When I look at you, 
I feel that I’m invisible 
You see right through me
And I reflect anguish and confusion
Have mercy on me and don’t be frightened
Disappear, thoughts of sadness
Reappear, thoughts of gladness
When I look at you,
I see…a joyous, gorgeous face and 
I sense that you’ll have a bright future
Just keep shining...with all of your might
God is near your side...leave behind all worry
Don't you know that you made me taste your glee?


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Pink all day

              
               The old cashmere sweater in my cedar chest 
                always warming my soul on a winters day 
                
                Ice skating with your true love hand in hand
                frosty breath brings a warmth to your cheeks


                Anticipating that very first date 
                first glance the color lightens your way 
                
          
                as if Cupid decided this will be a day like no other
                celebrating in stars above Valentine days Forever

             It is the day God took hold of your heart and beat it for you ~


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Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


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MY HONESTY CAUSED A MESS

If I had lied like everyone else who achieved their goal,
I could have spared myself an useless headache,
and it seems late to realize that my honesty caused a mess!
There was a table for two sweethearts
in the finest restaurant, my first date supposed to have been perfect
with all the enthusiasm and the sorrounding athmophere:
a boutique of roses and scented candles! 


The girl's name was Amenda with big eyes of sapphire,
the boy's name was Andrew a little outspoken but funny;
everything went smoothly, the food was superb and the waiter
with an Italian accent was humorous and helpful,
but happened next is something nobody would believe.


Amenda had too much wine and started to talk non-sense
asking me, " What kind of work do you do?" 
I promptly replied, " I am a chief ! " and boasting with pride,
silly words flowed from my mouth, " You should see me
in my uniform...everybody loves it! "  Amenda with angry eyes
yelled, " Everybody...including the dumb blonde
and the red headed who order food just to see you? "
I jolted as if in a powerful earthquake, " How do you know that? "
But she with a malignant glance exploded, " I saw them
flirting with you while they waited for their order! "  


" Oh, pretty boy, you brought me here to listen to your aspiration,
I must be stupid enough to believe everything you say? "
I stood up, pushing back my seat and swore, " I never intented to lie,
Amanda...I am sorry for getting you upset, and if my honest caused a mess,
I apologize with all sincerity. " Ah, you even mention the word sincerity:
here's you reward, fool! " And splashing a glass of wine all over my sharp suit,
she left...while the crowd started to laugh, thinking it was a movie scene.  


Here's my deepest reflection on telling little, white lies,
" Guys, on your first date...don't say what you actually do for a living,
invent a profession that brings in tons of money, like a surgeon or attorney;
go ahead and have fun, and the more excited you get her,
the more she'll believe you...who wants to be a loser on his first date? "


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SLOW TIMES

I like the slow times . . .
	When all the work is done,
	And evening shadows creep
	Across the fields;
	When somber trees
	Stand still and wait . . .
		For darkness to descend.

I like the slow winds . . .
	That stir the waters
	With their playful hands,
	And send their ripples
	To bathe the tired feet
	Of giant firs, that stand . . .
		In watch along the shore.

I like the slow trains . . .
	That  climb the hills
	With plaintive, lonely wails;
	And send their echoes
	Searching through the night,
	For sleepy little towns . . .
		That lie along their paths.

I like the slow days . . .
	When all the time is mine,
	And fantasies and dreams
	Come calling on my mind;
	And anxious thought
	Stand still and wait . . .
		To repossess my mind.

I like the slow walks . . .
	When evening shadows fall,
	When times we spend alone
	Are silent hours
	Of listening to our hearts
	Whispering words of love . . .
		That only God can hear.

I like the slow times . . .
	When you are by my side.


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Had I Known

How do you measure a morning without shadows
that is caught in the hallows of the mind ?
Wishing to measure, each fragile drop, before the frailty ends

Yesterday comes damp by feathery mist
in the place I used to know so well
and with it is a dream I barely remember
where all was right with the world
or, at best, a makeshift shelter in the wind
 
Where I could rephrase the words we said
and pretend to accept what lay ahead
where we could take back each reckless thing we did, 
take back each careless step we took
and not be caught in the atmosphere so obscure
before there was the cold to dread

It might have changed the future then
if only we could undo then

There would be a different road out there
snaking its way through different hills
where snow would still sleep atop an alpine peak
and the road would end here at our feet

What was then
would not be was

Perhaps if I had known back then....
what was learned in time, somehow...

It might be,...       
     oh,... so different now...


________________________________________________
4/16/14
For Craig Cornish's Contest: "Get Creative"


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Slam the Slam, Shall We

We are all born 
To a world seemingly full of interesting diversity
But why do we slam each other
Instead of accepting and living together
Do we not need each other’s support, sometime? 

When we slam others we forget
We slowly shut the door on ourselves
And stop growing except bloating in size
And wasting precious resources
Which are meant to be shared amongst all humanity.

Each one must grow to mature somehow
And learn to endure the adverse
And the idiosyncrasies of things around 
That change constantly on ground
In a collective effort to blend human needs with nature.

Is anything permanent except history?
So why not make it memorable 
For us and future generations to cherish it
And build newer avenues and rising ever higher
Through cooperation and mutual respect.

We need to knit a grand slam team
Of entire humanity
To go onwards and upwards
Like steel alloyed and put to steam
Whose frames do not corrode easily through time.

Alone we sure fall downwards
And perpetuate the differences
Those obliterate our collective achievements
For creation is difficult to achieve 
But easy to fritter away on triviality.

Slam kills the feelings of care and love
Spreads hatred and scares the dove
Warmth of fellow beings brings succour
Allowing unimaginable feats to occur
So let us slam the slam, shall we? 


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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 
back.
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. 
Eternal.
There was a sound, like a shell to the ear, of all you had learned, escaping as if under 
pressure.
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 
later!
........................
.........
.....
...
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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like diamonds


two hits and i’m hanging off cliffs, listening to water

drip.

watching moss fall like snowflakes.

nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me.

the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures.

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don’t mind.

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.


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Welcome 2011,Good-bye 2010

I turn pain into songs
I turn life into stories
Defeats into triumphs
Situations into poems

I have to admit
This year hasn't been the easiest
And by far has been the most challenging 
But through it all,
I've made it.

I turn tears into smiles
I turn fear into bravery
Depression into joy
Hate into love

I have never understood
Why God has taken me through so much
But I know it is all for a greater purpose
And an even higher understanding of His Love

I dedicate this to my grandmother
To my family
To all my friends
To those who have struggled this year
2011 is definitely going to be better

I have faith and pray that you believe
Just as I believe 
That God has the power to change things...
Welcome 2011, Good-bye 2010


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Killing Me Softly with Memories

Unleashed...- the beast of miracles at night -
A silent roar of silk cuddled by the ocean breeze -
Ephemeral synchrony of flesh from Heaven
Rains thundered burgundy petals on maiden's tears.

 
He frees her pony tail in uncontrollable cascades
of sand pouring in a stubborn hourglass of lust
The God of Whispers kisses her future memories
along a naked path of a "Forget-Me-Not" bouquet...

 
                                         *
"I'll never know where dawn vanished her nostalgic smile
                                   A soft Mirage - onto the desert of my selfish life..." 
 
 
by: iolanda scripca
 
For Nette's Contest " Soft Sensuality" 
 
 
 


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Whistle

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Watermarks of the time and tide - Third part

Watermarks of the time and tide! (Third and last part to abide by the word count)

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With aches and pains felt everywhere in the body called arthralgia and myalgia!

We start thinking if only we could go back to our good times in a fit of nostalgia!

The best would be to become a baby pampered by parents just as we began!

So that we can take a fresh start and do better to improve all our life if we can!

But if that wouldn't be granted, I am also fine with becoming a worry free child!

Having to go to school to learn all that's so new and coming home to play wild!

May be I am asking too much so I will be fairly happy to return to golden teens!

Because life is the most beautiful and carefree between thirteens and nineteens!

I know it would be hard for nature to give me so much good time of my life again!

I don't mind becoming a responsible adult if that poised mind and power I regain!

I guess I might be asking too much from time to give back the best days of mine!

Okay then return me to my middle age in good health and I would surely feel fine!

I can see the calendar and the clock are jeering at me for asking my lost time back!

They are telling me quietly that time passes as it does, you can't even make it slack!

So let me not make them laugh by fondly looking out from the rear window's pane!

And be content with trying to make the best of the my older years that still remain!

I keep hearing some day it would be possible for us to travel back or forth in time!

That wouldn't happen no matter how much I desire it to be possible in my lifetime!

Let me then forget my past and do my best for now while planning well for future!

I can't go back in the time tunnel but I have learnt lessons with time as a teacher!

Seeing in the mirror I see the watermarks etched on me by the irreversible time and 
tide!

A divine voice consoles what matters isn't how I look outside but beauty of my soul 
inside!

"It doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside, it’s what on the inside that 
counts!"

One can feel young again at any age, if the pleasant memories of the past one 
recounts!

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Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile 
http://sa.linkedin.com/in/drasgharnazeerlinkedinprofile)

Kindly read this poem with a matching photo on LinkedIn at 
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new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?


    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~


         to be entered in The Science contest ~


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Misty Day

Misty Day On a misty day, I think of you. On a misty day, I can almost see you. Your image I can see, but you are always alone and lonely. I think of you just standing there, with your arms empty and your hands cold - for they have no one to touch and they have no one to hold. I can almost see you with a sad look in your eyes and I wonder - why? A thought comes to my mind, that I could run through that mist and be by your side and that you could hold me, just one more time. Another thought invades my mind - that it can not be, that it is not right, because I am not free, but you will always be here with me, in my mind and in my thoughts - you will always be. The mist keeps getting thinner and you slowly start to fade away. I just keep standing there until you disappear. Than the misty day is over - for the sun has come out and taken the mist away...
09/23/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


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Eternal Breath

See the chuckles of your children something has missing
The silent day that we used to have
The last cry that I ever spilled
Never know what brings me to these days

I don't have any clue nor any sense
Of the day when you tired of living
Your destiny seems like to be haywire
You rested on a beautiful thistly desire

Nighty night the moon sent its lambency
As your eternal breath continued your journey
Back to the nursery room through the gloom
See the babies asleep on your silent creep

In a second of gasp you're gone
I've been torn down by the barrier of my sanity
No tears that I abled to drop
For crowds already bathed you with their melancholy 

I still see you amid the empty space
I still sense you among all of us
Throw some jokes about sweet bitter of life
Your eternal breath continued in our times


Yanny Widjanarko 
Eternal Breath Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle


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The Voices

I collect eyes. Burnt ones.
Of the last summer.
Arms chopped off. 
By a tide of sand.
Reflections of uncollected water. 
You, hunter of flowers…
Oh, wharves! 
Oh, sea goings! 
Winds in the sails of the white ships.
High wings.
The swelter of August swallowed you.

But today it’s September and the oval autumn.
And your voices I hear…


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fearful, fearless


i’m scared.
scared of odd little things:
glass doors,
windows,
leading to the outside world.
paranoia of unexpected guests,
curled under cupboards, and strangers stabbing on sidewalks.
i’m alone in my dark fantasies.

and yet, i’m unafraid.
i crave the reckless life, cheating, binging on drugs and sex and life.
the life where i’m the unknown girl that everyone knows.


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Exit

Keep me close For time is running out I’ve moved Too far . . . Too fast . . . In the corridors of time. . . . Swiftly . . . I’ve run by the side roads Leading to slow and easy times. I’ve picked no flowers Along the streams and paths, Wasted no time On songs And tales Of travelers along the way. The moments . . . The hours . . . The days . . . The “glittering coins of time,” I’ve spent without a thought. The purse will soon be empty. The "EXIT" sign looms large . . . And grins Above the door That opens its arms to fold me . . . Softly . . . Into night’s dark bosom.


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She Hates Me...A Tragedy...

Ignore me...Why?
  "You’re a LOSER thats why!"
You Hate me, What did I do?
  "Why else, you are you!"
What is that supposed to mean
  "Figure it out, you’ll never win,"
I said I was sorry, What more do you want?
  "You ARE sorry, Pathetic, a Dork and a runt."
Is there anything I could do to change your mind?
  "I want you leave, what are you blind?"

Fine then I’ll go, but I want you to know,
I’m sorry for the things that I’ve said and I’ve done,
I’m sorry for the feelings, the love I didn’t show...

And the boy turned away, down the track where they run,
And ended his life...with the shot of a gun.

And when the girl heard, she uttered not a word,


For to miss him, to care,  or feel sorrow, well, that would be absurd...


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I miss her

If I can not be held in her arms, or weep into the cradle of her neck
and smell the sweet sweat, smoke and cover girl scent
 Nor lie in her lap and listen to her choppy lullaby
then I wish I could watch a movie of her life

little clips of happy moments, parties and graduations
I'd like to unroll reel that slowly panned her smile
where her laugh could curl through my heart
and chase this loneliness away.

I wish I could read her journal, and meet her all over again
I want to hear her secrets, the ones she would have told 
when I was of age to understand
I want read a letter to me, explaining her love for me
so I feel that wholeness of a parents love once again.
I want to read her script and remember the shape of her hands.

I wish someone would talk about her to me.
I want to hear the stories about my mother
that fate never allowed her to say to me.
I want to know that someone else feels this sorrow
that her impact on the world was not just her love in me
that some one else understands and feels this horror too.
I miss my Mom, but alas, there is no one left to speak.


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NOW

When I see the dreams. Of yesterday, Float by like clouds I stop . . . Reach out . . . And hold them . . . To my melancholy heart. One by one They disappear, Like sand I clutched . . . When I was young. Leaving me with nothing . . . But . . . And empty shell. . . . And, then . . . I come to now, When you are at my side, And pleasure possesses me . . . Until I cry.


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Typewriter

"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"
"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"

Nine small words have been 
jumping through the decades
dedicating dancing sounds
on keyboards of old Remingtons
and Underwoods, that understood 
young fingers tapping,  zigging- zagging
rhythms beating ,  small bells ringing
to and fro, a carriage swinging 
to orchestrated yesterdays

While papers flew, and fingers numbed
with sly old fox tricks,  lazy dogs, mixed 
with mindless sounds of drumming bits of
gibberish verses, hands rehearsing
the  fox, a hound, a cadance clicking
tick-tick-tocking back to classrooms
clocking words now locked in time

Sitting straight, with neck erect
a sticky "J" key...a whiz kid sat
next chair over, such a brat,
she'd try to race me, set the pace
that I could never match, no trace of
satisfaction on her face, and 
I would lose my concentration
my head would wander into clouds
where foxes should be chased by hounds
instead I type the same old rounds
of foxes jumping over dogs, 
that clogged my mind with silly sounds
which hummed inside my inner child

Old clacking sounds, are still around
they pound today, inside my head 
and still I ponder all the while
how that old fox could leap a dog
unless that dog was dead!




..............................................................
Inspired by Craig's Contest: Typewriter
4/20/13


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Ice Rains

Why I am thinking of my father
on the topic of white snows
perhaps because he seemed almost Hispanic
in his youth, tanned, dark hair and eyes
but whiteness shone the day
he came home early
worry caught my breath in chest
and only in the morning
did the firemen come, taking him away.

Such heart spasms, clench us all,
yet snow falls so softly, unexpected
and ice rains even less noticed
they drip, drip, coating the roads
and only when we step too fast
skews our vehicle, ends us in ditch
new babies without parents,
stitches in our heads. 
The drips spire down the icicles,

coat the roses as buds, never to open,
and yet, sometimes, I wish to be inside
tasting the ice cold water like fire
turning blue to the ends of my limbs
in sleepiness, and setting ablaze 
my very soul, like a light, shine out as call
here, with me, all the memories
a blanket of witness to eternity
dripping into us experience’s minerals.

Who could do magic with a wand
headed with all of life’s power to hold?
Who could accept magic in waves
like the falling of snow, or wonder
that we escaped from death,
that we saw roses, saw the spirals
climb down from the sky as raindrops
and drip, drip, into our thoughts
all that began as white and ended.


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Happy Birthday

We were on the road
the road that ended somewhere
something flew right into my eyes
I closed my eyes for a while
but then you were gone
we could have made it
to the end where our dreams
were waiting for us,
but then they were shattered into pieces
somehow you changed,
those pieces were not small enough for you
then you broke them into even smaller pieces
and still all those broken pieces
if it were to be re arranged would
have your name on it
we had our share of fun, laughter
and great memories, that will
walk with me to my deathbed
but now its too late to be reminded it
everyday,
your face with a stranger
everyday on the electronic screen
I'm still the same way you left me some
four years ago,
and you're not the same person that you were
things have changed,
they've been rearranged
nothing looks familiar anymore
specially you
but I still cannot forget those times
and even though I hate you for what you did
how could I forget this day
even if those memories in your head
lay there alone to rust
Happy Birthday to you, old friend
and Happy birthday to us!


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One Day

An unlikely couple
with that rare happiness you only see in movies


her hand is cupped in his lovingly
and his smile is so genuine it could outshine a full moon

their conversation is held strictly in their blissful gazes
but what they say is obvious

for them there is no other existence
no other life but the other

and even as they grow old
gracefully, with now wrinkled smiles

there is no couple like them
as if he were Adam, and she Eve

I watch them daily
with hope of a love only to be compared
by the difference between the heat of a steaming cup of joe
and a glass of ice water dripping with condensation

to have bliss like them
I would...No, I will be complete

One Day


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My Flesh -Old Applause

my artist crave rapport
as I wait ,  a ballad
my mind pondering , remembering..
my soul it bleeds within-
do you love me ?


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The Gate

Ancient graying wood of
Canted posts
Swaying yellow grasses
Dance across
Rusty flaking barbed wire
Containing no more
Than a fading image
Of flicking horse tails
And stomping hooves
Still dutifully clasped 
Connecting the rotting rails
A single coil of braided metal
Holds fast to the
Gate
Which now swings only shadows
Across a dying field
Forgotten 


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Christmas Morning

Sting of cold tiles against tiny toes -
Hop, shiver, skip! Down the stairs she goes 
With that misplaced halo 
Of snow-blonde hair 
And a chest full of glee.  
She almost forgets 
Not to land on the third step - 
The one that always creaks 
(And makes it so hard to sneak
Through the dark, quiet house). 
On chilled tip-toes, she creeps.
Around the corner, she peeks,
Spying magical things.
The tree glitters and glimmers
Above full stockings 
And gift-wrapped miracles.
She stares with wide eyes 
Until the sun stirs in the sky.   
Her mother finds her asleep
Beneath the Christmas tree. 


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A frosty morning delight

I awoke this morn to a beautiful bitterly cold wintery delight
Shrouded by nights darkness a Pogonip fog crept in to cast its magic spell
Wielded a wintery wand placing a frosty shawl upon all within my sight

Trees branches hung low encased in icy jewels as if an elegant crystal chandelier
While a spider web displaying a frosty garland glistens in the morning light
High above a flight of geese are strung across the sky as if some vocal bandolier

Pogonip did dazzled us with such visual delights but they are not meant to last all day
For a dusty sun has risen through this frosty morning haze
And later today this sun’s rays shining down will melt it all away


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The party line

One long ring; that is for me
One long and one short, Mrs. McGee

Two long rings for the farmer Scholl
As the phone would ring a distinctive toll

Down the road on a line of eight
As the bell would ring we all would wait

One would answer; three would listen in
That is the way it was on a party line back then


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Boney Bonny Dames and Old Money Games


Until I've seen, Melbourne days
	was not just emptiness in play
I know I'll see
What I didn't see,
the September soaked symphony
	of Vivaldi vines climbing,
jacaranda booms,
tremolo spilling eaves

Until you know this suburban kid's righted the wrong
I'll verse on my way, you as the bridges in my song
Making choruses of dreams that could soon belong

And urban princes and their Porsches
Lost in winters, cold in summers
They adore to ornate you, over muskwood and glassy silvers
But can they look up to the night,
And know wonder in the sight?
In that blue-hued veiled Van Gogh I see your stars

These hardened hands carrying letters I send
	will wear me down to some sorry end
And this I know
But I'll go knowing
the Chapel charade was the pretty noise
	of sonnets chasing sunsets,
drunk Welsh poets
tearing tails for London wisps

Until it comes, a northern boy without southerly blues
The swaying Yarrans, sparkling flutes, Victorian flues
Keeps Flinders Station stepping full of over-priced shoes

And boney bonny dames, old money games
Skirts for winters, surgeons for gains
They climb to lower you, for fifteen lights upon their names 
But can they look up to the night,
And know wonder in the sight?
In that blue-hued veiled Van Gogh I see your stars


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A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




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ONLY WITH YOU

Your absence is my heartbreak
Without you, my life seems to 
spiral out of control.
I seek a path that can free me
to no avail
How can I let go if you continue
to live inside of me.

How am I to erase the memory of 
your embrace. The  delicate way
your hands caressed 
my skin, your breath upon my breath
the passionate kiss.

Dark hair wild flowing as if
thousands of dancing butterflies 
had landed on my chest.
 
I was yours, you to be mine
All those moments of longing and
quiet desperation lingering still.

I can not have you 
yet all my being is at stake;
and all I can 
do is continue to love you 
while my heart Silently breaks


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Missing An Angel

I’m missing  so much one of my angels
who constantly guided me since birth
he used to talk to me in a long distance
his lovely voice was a real spirit booster

all the other angels have called me up
bringing me all  their wishes and love
but the other angel I’m missing now
I want even the silhouette of his voice

dear angel of mine, please  hear me cry
will you appear in my dreams tonight
I just want to tell you how I am
like I did with the rest of whom you love

I really miss to tell you a story
whenever  I am happy and lonely
and all the love and joys  around me
trying  all to keep my spirit healthy

but, there’s one thing I want to tell
please continue looking after me
keeping me in your ardent  prayer
and ask God to remove the bitter pill

I want to tell you that  I’m still fine
as long as I am still kicking and alive
All I need is a constant fortitude
In this temporary world  I don’t own

I’m missing you so much my angel
speak in a  dream of your sweet  girl
greet and make a loving wish for her
may she has a longer life in this world




Written: Oct. 4, 2012
Note: Another poem tribute to my dad (now in heaven) written before my birthday.


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A Simple Story

I was born in 1943
in a rural backwater safe from the bombs
also a safety net still akin to the 19th century.
Neither electricity nor gas
only an old oil lamp and candles for comfort.
The luxury of the tin bath once a week
brought in from the scullery, placed in front 
of the cast iron Yorkist fire range
with hob and side boiler, to source the hot water
poured into the bath at regular intervals
to help keep out the cold.
Old overcoats and hessian sacks placed across 
the bottom of the doorways, to aid keeps out the icy drafts,
also aid as foot warmers once upon the beds.
A copper boiler for the weekly wash
a fire beneath to be lit, a combination of paper
sticks of kindling all pre chopped
as were the logs to maintain the heat
of the dark stained grey coloured water,
stirred by the posser, to aid mixture 
of the home made soap, and the garments.
Slop bucket (The posh name for it)
to be emptied every morning,
carried down the lane to the tippler convenience
care not to spill on the seat or trouble with the neighbours.
Wet batteries for the wireless
to be carried once a week from the local store,
replacements for the empty ones
a choice of 2 stations
BBC and BBC.
Early nights, early mornings the darkness prevailing
throughout the long winter months,
only for the daylight to never end
in the month of June, impeding one’s sleep
even then we were never satisfied with our lot in life.
Only my father laying in a military hospital
a casualty of war, was missing the value of it all
after all he was fighting for it
his life style, his freedom our freedom
to enable me to write this, ever so simple story!

© Harry J Horsman 2013   


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A Great Lady

                                           

                                                 A Great Lady

                             She made every summer happy and free,
                              with sleepovers out in the country.
                             
                             She made sticky buns and lemon tea,
                              on her old wood stove just for me.

                             She had good words for one and all,
                             and a ear to listen to everyone woes.

                             She was warm, loving with a heart of gold,
                             A great lady, my Grandma.


                                       Anne Rutherford
                                       Copyright 2008
                                Poems From The Heart Series
                    
                               



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Part I of Indian Summer

Slowly, 
The air fills with blue, and the greens catch fire
The hammerlight of Summer
With little mouse-steps,
Steals off into apricity.

I divide my days
Between wine and responsibilities
As a child divides his
Between play and obedience.

The time itself, at its best,
Is wine to me,
Full of light and flavors
Vying for my attention.

The aptly named Sept/ember
Ignites itself against the skies
And sets my thoughts asmoulder;
The inspiration I have begged and badgered
To arrive, does so at last
By its own rule, on its own clock
In the deep of the night
While I should be asleep.

I awake,
Dreams close behind my shoulder,
And find myself at this crossroads,
Inexorably older.


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1960

It was the start of a decade not to be forgotten.

It was my growing up period.  A very bad year for me

in many ways.  My last year of Jr. High I was kicked out

for smoking in boy's restroom.  Then a few months later

I was kicked out again in my first of high school,

smoking on school property as the Vice-Principal was

waiting for me out side of door way, as I lit up, there he

was.  My dog shep died just before school started.

After those things it was a great year.  Some great

TV shows were on that year, the debut of the Andy

Griffith show with good old Barney Fife as his deputy.

Then there was the Jack Benny Show, My Three Sons,

and Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp and many more.

The Pittsburt Pirates defeated the New York Yankees in

Seven games in a huge upset.  The Eagles upset the

Green Bay Packers in the NFL Title Game, this was way

before the Super Bowl.  Movies coming our way were

Psycho a very scary movie.  David Jansen made a movie called

"Ring of Fire", where he played a Deputy Marshall overpowered by

these two escaped convicts and this girl, they took him hostage,

up into the Oregon Forest, this fire breaks out creating a lot of drama.

John F. Kennedy was elected our President, I was too young to vote for

him, but if elected again I was going to vote for him.  This was before i 

became a Republican, but then came November 22, 1963 changed all of that.

My friend Danny and I started our 3rd year working at the Iowa State Fair

as ticket takers on the midway.  That fall him and I  went to our

first sock hop at our new school East High, we didn't dance with anyone,

we went to look at the pretty girls, us being too shy to talk with them.

Our football team had a great season with a 6-2 record.  They won the big

six conference and the City Championship.  I really miss going to those

high school football games.

Music was starting to go downhill for me, until Chubby Checker came

out with the song "The Twist" then later came the Beach Boys and Dion

was great.  Was so young in 1960 i had my whole life in front of me,

now most of it is behind me.  But those were great times.

Written 8-18-11


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THE OLD COVERED BRIDGE

THE OLD COVERED BRIDGE

Late fall
Country scene
One birch, close by, already bare
With a taste of frost in the air
And this sturdy, old, covered bridge – this haven -
Strong tiled, tightly sided. A few slats still thrive -
Strips of weathered-green survive.

Late fall,
Looking far, from Terry’s Mount,
At distance she commands the eye -
Her autumn regalia, the peaks, gold-burnished dell
And the mill-side water’s ebb and swell	
One’s fancy cannot help but dwell on a few histories
Imagining, within, the seasonal mysteries

Cowbells
The few been herded o’er,
How the boards did rattle,
The frightened, mooing-roar of cattle,
Stomping, desperation. And old herder Jim –
Yelling, shooing, face beat red.
Twas near the end of him.

Blizzard
I’m limping, all wore out,
We’re near a half-mile from home
Old covered bridge looked so good.
Inside, all was safe, and dry the sure-caulked wood.
Outside, the tempest’s blast, high drifts a fright
She saved us did old covered bridge that awful night.

Spring flood
Worst winter folks could remember
Storm after storm beginning early November
Come March, though, those roiling, boiling clouds abated,
Temperature soared, the record heavy fall quickly melted.
Old covered bridge, standing high, was tested, belted,
Floor washed away, but, in the main, saved those dreadful days.

By moonlight
I sit, thinking, 3:00 a.m., can’t sleep. 
Pitch black, but the Moon kisses her silver tiles
What phantoms lurk beneath, what secrets does she keep -
All those midnight rendezvous, young men’s loving wiles,
All the rustic yearnings born of mere, solitary charm, 
All those fond, romantic plans hatched within her kindling arms.








  



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I Remember That Summer

           ....  I remember that summer

    ...He was only here for the summer.
Countless afternoons the four of us spent
swimming at the dam or playing soccer in the park.
Gayle and I, he and Donny.

    ...Awkward fifteen year old shyness
turned into sixteen year old flirtations.
A game of tag in the cemetary
turned into a playful wrestling match
before becoming a tender kiss.

    ...He told me he could not date me
because his best friend had a crush on me.
Before summer ended I was dating a senior,
eighteen and so grown up.

    ...His friend had never stood a chance with me
and he had thrown away his.




~~~ for Franks's contest "A Summer Memory" ~~~
                 28/04/2012


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Shaded Path

The heat has been beating me on the back,
as the weather leathers my flushed skin,
oh how I crave my shaded path.
I remember those days,
I'd walk miles to feel the strength this path gave.
As I would approach it's threshold I hear the world change.
The birds sing a new tune, 
and how the vines reach high, 
ascend towards the heavens,
beyond any man's true height.
They help build this canopy.
It's as if the world around me knows how I feel,
the heat,
the exhaustion,
that I just need a minute of inner peace.
As I'm into the shaded path I feel a cool breeze,
almost as if an icy breath melted the heat 
just to cool it for me.
I hear the trees stir, 
the leaves, vines, flowers, branches all rearrange for me.
the light becomes obsolete,
The sun is completely shielded out by their change,
how this shaded path tries to comfort and protect me.
But my,
this path is miles away,
wait, 
there's a cool breeze,
could it be?


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A Kid At Heart

I wish I could watch Saturday morning cartoons in my pajamas.
Or be able to hold a teddy bear, when a storm frightens me.
I want to chew pink bubble gum, and blow bubbles as big as my head.
And, eat an entire bowl of ice cream without thinking about calories.

I just want to go roller-skating, or play hopscotch, or jump rope again.
How I long to go outside and build a snowman or a sandcastle.
I would love to sit on a swing, or a teeter-totter, and go down a slide.
Or to print my name with crayons and bring color to my world.

I want to believe in Santa Claus, again, or that reindeer can fly.
I'd love to put on a costume and go trick or treating on Halloween night.
I wish I could believe in magic and unicorns, leprechauns and mermaids.
Or believe that I can fly away to fairy tale lands with pixie dust.

I want to blow out the candles on my birthday cake,
knowing my wish will come true.
I want to think that the scariest thing in life is the monster under the bed.
And, the worst thing that can happen
is having to go back to school after summer vacation.

Who says I can't?


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WAKING IN SAN FRANCISCO

The sun did not rise with me this morning. The cold, grey mist was there Embracing all the places We had been the night before. The music, too, was gone; And emptiness enfolded me Like silent fog On city streets. Were you ever here? Did we sing a song And dance in the moonlight . . . Embrace, laugh, and Hold each other? I cannot find you now.


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We Never said Good Bye

I love you in spring… 
When the sun kiss the dew upon virgin grass
When robins build their nests high up in tall trees  
And soft rain quenches the thirst of the rich, black earth
Making music with watering cans on the patio floor
That lulled us into slumber on lazy Sunday afternoons

I love you in summer…
When surf dances atop playful, swelling waves
Its wild and loud roars drowns out carefree laughter
And mimicks our frolicking beneath the blazing sun
Inviting us to share warm nights beneath dazzling stars
Wrapped as one, gazing the moon in the southern sky

I love you in autumn…
When brisk winds hurry to undress proud elms
When casual walks and a fire signals the end of day
In love, we never notice the fading sun light
Then comes the day when ‘jealous fate’ interferes
And time swallows the many years we’ve been apart

Soon, winter comes and I will love you still…
When frigid weather lingers long and chills the bones
Can lovers’ hearts call through corridors of time?
Perhaps, deepest love dissolves invisible walls?
At last, you’ll find me here, somewhere in between
And who knows, it may be like we never said good bye
~*~


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Dance

On scarred green corduroy couches, lined with age, sighing under my weight-

Like bearded old men, releasing ages of wearied wisdom, 

Slipping in their sleep-

In rooms wreathed in smoke, wafting between breaths of laughter and exhale

And somehow beautiful, electricity in the music that shallows me out

And haunts.

I see the wooden floor, again, as you lead me, my feet moving to their own beat

Pound, pound, my heart and my shoes, 

Do I know what’s happening?

And the rhythm I have is my own, but you don’t mind.  Two hands grasp mine, warm with 

sweat

Restraining, I have no escape, I breathe but I don’t know how.

Can I meet your eyes?

Two black holes, a vortex, pulling me into the tornado and the storm,

And the calmness in the middle, intense as it sparkles and shimmers in clarity,

Fading out cat-calls and undertones of despair.

Fading me into you, dissolving me through layers of dermis and epidermis 

soaking silently through cotton and fear

A puddle on your now-closed eyelids, wrinkly in determination

 smoothing out in waves of hope.

And then –you’re here, I feel 

Shaky confusion, slippery thrill, wet and winsome glory

Searching, and finding -so I thought-

And sudden twists and turns

Do you know where you’re going?

And then I feel it, the smile, maybe you won’t

It grows inside of me and gives birth, to a tiny laugh

In high falsetto, notes dancing across a page

Barred inside snow-white fields, but exploding with mirthful mischief just the same. 

So am I, and you may imprison me, 

But I sing “in my chains like the sea”.*



*from Dylan Thomas’s “Fern Hill”


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Observations from a squash court wall

Built to take the abusive raqueteering
punishment unleashed upon me
by human beings

Towering around those agile people
so quick of foot and strong of arm
with blood sweat, and testosterone raging

Black rubber ball scuffs pure white painted walls
a dash here, a strike there, a record good or bad
but each a mark of personal aptitude from a player

Highly varnised wooden floors sit at my foot
Echoing squeeks and thumps from trainers around vast cells
where contenders choose to be imprisoned

Supportive friends often stand outside courts cheering on
While raquets wave, splicing the air repeatedly
Until game over, exhausted and calmer pair remove shoes then vacate

Will this leave me in peace again
or will it mean my services are futher required today
Just what is on my timetable and for how long my working life?
                                                                                         
                                                                                         
                                                                                         
                                                                                         
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This Union Means Jack

Twitching limply atop an Ulster lamppost
Like a hung man, legs kicking in spasm at the last seconds of life
Its bigoted purpose now spent and now abandoned to the elements
No longer recognisable as the flag of union, a rag, a disgrace

Its fate summarises the fall of a culture that once honoured it
A proud nation of proud men, of starched collars and stiff upper lip
Colonially pink maps on schoolroom walls bore testament to empire
An empire won and lost when the map turned from pink to red
 
Up and at ’em lads! For King and country! Hold the banner high!  
Ypres and the Somme, regiments of the brave under one colour
The twitching curtains of multi-culture now fearful of the emblem
The emblem of abhorrence uncased by those not qualified to fly it

Patriotism, a narrow path parting pride from prejudice
Defined by a flag, one duplicitous fluttering cloth, a split personality
Now the badge of hooligan, xenophobe and pop diva
Courage now gone, bleached by sun, washed by rain…atop an Ulster lamp post


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Harrison's Five and Dime

Harrison's Five and Dime, those wooden floors

you had were so grand and creaky.

Going up and down your small isles

passing my time while checking out

your shelves of fine goods.

Coming to the toy soldiers,

cowboys and indians which ones

should I buy today, or maybe all

of them.  Spying the model cars

and planes was a favorite of mine.

Loved those jet planes,

would play with them for hours.

You really weren't a Five and Dime

there were a lot of things in here

way over a dime.  We always just called

you a dime store.  Ben Franklin five and

dime was your competitor, but I did most

of my business with yor.  Sometimes I bought

me a comic or two or just some baseball

cards, loved the smell the gum left on the cards

that was still there many years later.

Your store was a little kid's dream world

after my mom gave me my money for

my chores that I had done all week,

i would go up there and spend hours

until I found something I wanted.

You're no longer there anymore

like a lot of things are not here anymore,

memories are still here and i will hold

them in my heart until day I die.

Written 8-15-11


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Destiny's Swim

Destiny ran into my room today
"Grandmother, we had such fun
Swimming and playing in the sun"
Her hair a wavy asterisk
Her lips expounding joy
The burnished bronze of her
suntan
The skip in her walk
I relished her swimming pool 
fun and her commitment
to laugh
so simply felt
I saw myself in her decades gone
and then I burned her joy in my eyes
and cherished that she came to
me to share her moment's delight


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The Great Blasket Islands

Visits long ago 
to the Blaskets Islands,
to untouched areas 
on the Dingle peninsula
came to mind 
on this sleet winter’s eve.

The peninsula,
nestled in heather mountains.
The coastline,
tongues of lonely white sand.
waved rocks,
drenched in blue mussels
tide pools, 
alive with shrimps and periwinkles
A sea-salted life
unspoiled and free.

Only marine life remains,
but I still hear the music
our native language,
the voices of Seanchaí
the ballads, sean?s, 
Peig Sayers
who shaped our school years,
her renditions of island life
her mad pise?gs,
handed down 
from generation to generation.

Stories of
Islanders huddled together
under thatch,
open turf fires
cooking pot on a hook,
the sweet air wafting
of clay pipe tobacco
a pinch of snuff
sniffed from a silver box,
nursing a glass 
of neat Poitín, uisce beatha,
the strong smell of tweeds
and geansaí báinín.

I think of times lost,
changed forever.
Cottage ruins,
where goats roam free,
An Blascaod Mór
my history, my heritage.

Gaelic words in this poem


* Seanchaí – storytellers
Sean?s – singing without music
Peig Sayers and her mad pise?gs – A Gaelic writer who we studied in school and her mad superstitions.
Poitín, uisce beatha – very strong alcohol made from potatoes, called the water of life.
geansaí báinín – strong sheep wool sweaters usually in a cream colour with complex patterns.





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Be My Valentine

              
     Sweetheart you make me smile,
     and my life worthwhile.
     I cherish the day we met.
    
     You mean the world to me, you are
     my sunshine, the rainbow after the rain.
     The moon and stars are no match for my 
     love for you.

     No other can fill this space in my heart.
     Celebrate and enjoy this special day with me,
     my partner for all time.
  
     I love you , please say you'll be be my valentine.

     Anne Rutherford
     Copyright 2008
    Poems From The Heart
    Series

  
  note- I wrote this for him
  because we never got 
  valentines . we were married on 
   Feb.14th.
     
     


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The -C- Word, Tinged in Pink

Two sisters, they were, I remember well
Two halves of one heart, it seemed to me
Their story has faded along with their names

They lived next door where my childhood dwells
They shared a tiny bungalow
Neither were wed, although I know
One had been tempted, to leave the nest
But, fate, even love, could not let her go….

They were a pair, one fair and lean
The other plump, both meekly seen
Behind the blinds, but they were kind
Good neighbors, friends, when called to be
And trusted, by mother, to watch over me…

One sister, became grave, so white and pale
As days went by, more thin, more frail
Hushed whispering, behind closed doors 
What was that “C” word…hanging there?
My mother’s tears upon the news
From a word so feared, no one could use

Banish the unmentionable from tender ears
“Shush, shush, my dear…no need to know”
“It’s nothing you need to fret or care”

My nights were dark, and black with fear
What was the “C” that lingered near?

Pity for those who could not share
Two sisters, dear….I  loved them so
Where was the comfort that calmed their fears?
And wiped the tears, and gave them cheer?
Sisters, who kneeled to tend my wounds
Faced their own, alone….





-            -           -          -         -
(when cancer was an unmentionable word"


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Wondering

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

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

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


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Power of Your Love

To a Bride and Groom

You have the power
over my love
to make my day rain or shine
it all began the day you asked me
"to be mine" and I wrote my name
in blood, on your hearts
dotted line
the power of my love
to fuel what feeds within me
pounce on me as a tiger
humble me as a mouse
your strength envelopes me
as if standing in an unbreakable
glass house
you have the power
over my stare, as you glare
into my inner spirits soul
those who dare to try to divide
I heed them to beware
the power you have over my love
leaves me content, without a care
floating together, we share, in
true loves enchanting bliss
what started years ago, with a friendly
hug, is reincarnated within every
new days kiss




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Children, I Miss You Both...

I miss...

taking care of you.
making your meals and snacks for you.
telling you " Good morning ", each and every day.
taking you to school and wishing you both a blessed day.
picking you up from school, 
asking how your day went, and what interesting things did you learn.
making your nutritional assessments, and trying to introduce good foods to you.
     hugging you both, and both of you hugging me.
     taking care of you when you are sick,
     comforting you when you don't feel good.
     trying to make your ouwwies not hurt.
     the time that we should get to, and should have gotten to, spend together.
     the quality in living, that we are suppose to have together.
     just holding you.
the tickle fights when you would both tickle me at the same time.
watching and helping you both make awesome artwork.
you both singing, with your beautifully flowing and innocent voices.
tossing you both in the air, only to catch you, while singing,
" I got Aubrey, I got Aubrey, my baby girl "
and " I got Micah, I got Micah, my baby boy "
seeing you both play and invent and build.
watching you ride your bikes.
helping and watching you skateboard.
playing catch with the football or soccer ball.
watching you fill your buckets up with innumerable worms.
just watching you try to catch those slimmy worms.
listening you you both have a belching contest.
listening to you belching the alphabet.
watching you make the armpit farts, and laughing, just like your Uncle Eddie used to do.
     taking you both to various places, and to see the natural beauty.
     taking you to the Ouachita river to throw rocks.  
     taking you fishing, and putting the worms on your hooks for you.
     watching you hold on to the bobber while you throw the stick fishing pole into the river.
     getting you both chocolate covered donuts at Jimmy's Donut Hole.
getting to teach you both good things.
mowing the grass for you to be able to play safely outside.
telling you to pick up your rooms, and to put your clothes in the hamper.
cleaning your rooms for and with you.
organizing your good toys, and throwing out the broken ones.
buying you new clothes, and giving away the ones you'd outgrown.
     telling you that I love you, before you go to sleep.
     wishing you blessed and peaceful sleep, every night.
But most of all, I miss you.
Each and every day, I miss you.
     May you both be blessed, 
     by The Holiest of Holies Himself, 
     in every area of your lives.
Love Mom


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To Be Thirteen

I found a surfboard once,
Along the banks of the Cherokee Lake.
A dirty, stained, half-broken plank.
My cousin and I drifted it out
To see if it could still keep its head up.

I waded among the leaves,
In a shallow bay where our
Campsite smoked from the morning's fire.
Treading water, holding tight, I examined
My vessel -- I pulled myself on board.

The breeze hit my dripping back,
Sending chills to my toes.
I stood, stumbled, and lifted my
Hands; crucified by the mid-morning air.
Eyes closed, I tasted the water on my lips.

I found myself among the reeds and cold
Waters of a lake. Thirteen and Shivering.


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Quest

A pirate’s quest was always best When you were a youngster A search for knowledge at some college Might be a quest to conquer And when you’re old not quite so bold Your quest for youth grows stronger And when we’re frail our thoughts prevail A quest for peace may linger The moral of the story is Don’t take your life for granted Find joy in every minute And Life’s your seed, so plant it!
AgMoore©


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Escaping

The shining sun burning down the days and memories to ashes.

The breeze blowing away the fresh peaceful evening when everyone was sitting down 
playing, talking and laughing.

Beautiful moments perfumed by the essence of flowers and earth were carried away by 
the singing wind... 

blessed eyes with the color of Hope... green,green as birds' songs and the greeting of a 
Crystal River

I went with its current in order to escape the past that doesn't exist but in my mind.


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We Were Drunk Once

Movies played but seldom watched
As we entangled on the couch
Intoxicated by each other, we drank wine to clear our heads
Things were simple in those times

You were red-eyed and freshly mangled
I wanted so badly to make you smile and forget her
For a time I think I succeeded 
We were blissful in our distraction
Playing grown up as we discovered each other

Long nights where sleeping was forsaken
We preferred to lie intertwined 
Talking 
Smiling
Laughing
The sun would rise and you would leave, reveling in how the hours had escaped us
Smiling at the pink tinged sky
Only to repeat the process nightly

Then we traded places
I am the red-eyed one, and another tries to help me forget you
Sometimes he succeeds
Perspective feels like a cruel joke
Could have
Would have
Should have

Someday he will have red eyes too
A cycle perpetuated


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AYE IRELAND

Aye Ireland -
king of the ol’ plains,
ye beacon us back to 
the land of shamrocks,
wid yer pubs-n-ale,
mates and song,
and Celtic traditions
wid Gaelic delight.

Aye Ireland,
on Saint Patty’s Day 
ye awaken us 
to yer majestic beauty,
panoramic shores,
tranquil life,
courageous history 
and aye, 
yer lovely Irish maidens.

Aye Ireland –
through trails 
and tribulation
yer sparkle endures.
Ye embrace faith,
play hard,
laugh hardy
feel yer hearts wid joy
and love 
wid deliberation 
and purpose.

Aye Ireland -
beautiful Ireland,
king of the ol’ plains –
ye beacon us.

bhí dhá labhra budh rí ar seanchlár


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Rockin' The 80's!

Welcome To The Jungle,
It's The End Of The World As We Know It,
everyone is Burning Down The House,
driving too many Cars;
even though I still love that Little Red Corvette.
I feel so Under Pressure,
Livin' On A Prayer
because this is what Sweet Dreams are made of....
....just need a bit of Faith.

There is still a glimmer of hope,
but you really have to Fight For Your Right,
and Believe how We're Not Gonna Take it!
It will take millions of Super Freak's
to the tell the man to Beat It!

Need to break these chains,
break through the negativity
and start Walking On Sunshine.
I will take my chances
because I Am Addicted To Love.
With Or Without You,
still feel like I Need You Tonight so badly!
I will always be Hungry Like A Wolf for you.

Sweet Child O' Mine,
What I Like About You most,
is how You Start Me Up,
You Spin Me Round
and take My Breath Away.

It Takes Two to have a White Wedding,
even if this is Tainted Love.
I felt Like A Virgin all over again,
when You Shook Me All Night Long.
Every Breath You Take,
causes me to Walk Like An Egyptian
and Ride The Lighting of Dreams.

Give Me All Your Lovin!
If You Believe In Love,
this has become Too Late For Goodbyes.
Hold me in your arms tonight,
burn me like a Blister In The Sun,
lets disappear to Where The Streets Have No Name,
and survive Against All Odds,
pushing through this new age Electric Avenue.





*I used 40 song titles from the 80's to create this. LOL! :D~


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Drawing From The Deep Well

Drawing water from deep well
Clear _cool refreshing water
Drop bucket _watch fall
That windless works
That is if you do
Turn _turn the rope
Each turn gets much harder
A lot like life, friend



1.  Drawing (1)     10.  Watch(1)     19.  Turn(3)      27.Like(1)
2.  Water(2)         11.  Fall(1)         20.   The(1)      28.Life(1)
3.  From(1)          12.  That(2)        21.   Rope(1)    29.Friend(1)
4.  Deep(1)          13.  Windless(1) 22.    Each(1)
5.  Well(1)           14.  Works(1)     23.    Gets(1
                                                                                            
6.  Clear(1)         15.   Is(1)          24.    Harder(1)  
7.  Cool(1)          16.   If(1)           25.   A(1)
8.  Refreshing(1)  17.  You(1)        26.    Lot(1)
9.  Drop(1)          18.  Do(1)


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Ode To The Couple Who Lived in 4-E

They are tearing it down...
The tenement house on Glenview Drive
Rarely do people stroll her crippled sidewalks
Where hopscotch lines have washed away
And summer colors have long since fled

Battered, forsaken, this dethroned queen
Suffers broken limbs and shattered eyes
Wearing shards of glass, and broken lives 
That haunt the northwest wing

A plastic flower withers in it's vase
of how life used to be
A curtain, torn, hangs by a thread
and shivers in the wind

A haven, once, of brick and clay
Defaced, disgraced, now weathered gray
Each story told, each life it held
Now crumbles in each cornerstone laid

There were some
By whom you could set the clock
By footsteps walked upon on the wooden stairs
Remembered by few, is the story of two
Who made this place their home
They moved one day, and I've heard people say
Their health had failed, and now their daughter tells them
When to eat, when to dress and when to bathe...

People used to see them come and go
And always hand in hand...
Their music was heard between the cracks
Mozart, Bach, Glenn Miller bands
They had lived here forty years or more
Or so the legend goes....no one knows for sure
But now a flower withers in it's vase
The lights turned off, no sigh, no trace...

The wave that came, went back to sea
Like hopes that fade behind the clouds
Where tomorrow's dreams have come and gone
Now a pale December sun
Is laboring to start the day
And is the only thing that holds the years
From waning into none....



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Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


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DELUSION FLOWERS

Flowers on fields of delusion,
We lay upon them to justify a dream.
Freedom escapes from our smiles,
Flowers denying truth on fields of green.
We offer our apology and our love,
Red roses or lilies white.
A time to smell the Nature's gifts
In fragile petals of the Spring.
Colors may change a season,
Or thorns may betray our lust.
The untouchable wish remains
In a flower we've never held,
Like a secret kept unalterable and pure
Over a time vanishing.


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My Yesterday

These memories flooding my head
catching me off guard
running after my each tread
leaving me scarred
as I walk across this thread 
that's leading me away from the past
which is longing to get ahead.

I'm struggling within
these thoughts whirling in my mind
trying to get past, yet I'm falling behind.

I'm falling off this thread 
that keeps me going
sinking in this moment
from these thoughts over flowing
I'm not able to let go of this past
not able to chase time, moving so fast.

I'm living in my yesterday
as the world goes on
leaving me behind
with only this memory to lean upon.


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Torn

I soar above the world with effortless ease
My movements sublime, my heart at peace
Gliding gently, watching the world go by
I am a mighty bird, and I fly high

I have a brood in my nest, to which I always return
Ensuring food on the table, security, protection
The brood stays satiated, warm and dry
But I am a mighty bird, I have to fly

In my search for food, I travel through many lands
Land of Kings and Pharaohs and magic wands
In one such land I saw you, Oh! Angel of mine
With a smile so true and eyes that shine

Through those eyes of yours into your soul I peered
All my feelings, my emotions, towards you they steered
I flew into your arms, to tell you my thoughts and what I desire
That’s when I remembered, I am a bird, I have to fly

I am a mighty bird and I fly high
As I soar into the heavens, after bidding you good bye
I see a small river, shining just like your eyes
I land next to it, and I cry, and I cry

I cry because I need you, but my brood needs me too
And I have responsibilities, duties to do
But your eyes keep looking into my heart so deep
And it pokes me raw, makes me bleed

I sit by the river watching the drops flow by
Glistening like little pearls, reminding me of your eyes
Eyes that tell me to soar again into the sky
Be a fearless bird, and fly high

As I fly back to my nest, the air seems dense
My speed reduces due to my heart’s burden
But I know there is no way, but ahead, for me
Back to my own nest, my own tree

But I see you everywhere, wherever I look
Giving me strength to stand by the decisions I took
And the resolve to again launch into the sky
To be a mighty bird, to fly high


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Destined To Dust

It's The Hardest To Write When There's
Nothing But Momentum Driving The Misery.

                            - Every Single Day is The Same -

Each Limb Protruding From My Torso, Which
May as Well Just Be Headless Flesh and Muscle.
 
                            - Wouldn't Make a Difference -

I am Destined To Dust, as are We all, The Impact
I Have Created Will Follow Me Only To Soil.

                            - The Decaying of Empathy-

Every Particle, Every Fibre of My Entity Screams
At The Exact Same Time With The Same Voice. 

                            - Somebody Set Me Free -

"Dont You Get It Boy?" They Scream To Me, "Don't
You Get It? We are Nothing, You... are Nothing"

                            - ...Without Her -

Time Seems to Ten Fold The Scenarios I Create 
So Speedily, Causing Small Cracks To Appear Vast.

                            - All Cavernous and Crumbling -

Walking Past Pictures of Your Childhood, Hands All
Covered in Cloudy Residue, Wondering Where it Went.

                             - You Have Nothing -

To Fall From Grace You Must First Reach it, But I can't
Hold Myself Accustomed To Such a Privilege, Not Yet.

- Maybe Death Will Verify My Existence -

- Just Like She Did -


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A Long Time Ago

I threw my legs over a rusty barbed wire fence 
into a warm summer day a long time ago
landing  smack dab in the middle
of my now ancient childhood

A lonely bob white sitting on the fence
whistling his heart out, I can only guess
his seranade was a lonely plea
here I am, please, come to me.

Standing knee deep in prarie grass
grasshoppers leaping from blade to blade
the smell of the hot earth
rising into my face, oh I miss that place

A corn snake slivers back under the fence
escaping into the corn field
over the hard clumps of ground
of the tired, plowed soil.

The smell of rain in the distant sky
is only passing by
a welcome sight to behold
but not meant for here, not today

A lonley cow bell tells me now
old bossie will soon be here
as she makes her daily trek
through the pasture into the pond

Indian paintbrushes, blue bonnets too
puffy white clouds in a sky so blue
all come together and bring back to me
a warm summer day, a long time ago.


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Distant sound

Scanning through my memories of times now long past.

I cannot recall a more sorrowful, lonesome sound. 

Than the late night, wailing, mournful moan of a distant steam whistle blast.

As a huge steam locomotive bids farewell on its way out of town.


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Last Sonnet



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

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


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


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The Day my Daughters Grow Up

Yesterday
I could see their births as if it was just
Yesterday
A time when all I knew was love 
Yesterday
I’d no thought for tomorrow, just the day
Yesterday
How they changed the world in every way
Yesterday

Little smiles
How they melted this man, their father’s heart
Little girls
How they instantly became a needed part
Little hands
That held tightly to the palm of mine
Little babies
How they’ll always be this man’s sunshine
Little girls

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies I had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

Maybe
They’ll never fall in love with any boy
Maybe
But, then they’ll never learn of all that joy
Maybe 
They’ll wait until they reach old forty two
Maybe
But, that’s a dream that won’t come true
Maybe

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies we had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day I will walk them down the aisle
They’ll look at me with that little girl smile
I’ll do everything to hold back the tears
Forced by the memories of all their years

The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day
When I am old and they come to visit me
One day
I’ll still see them as kids, though with families
One day
Despite age, they’ll always be my little girls
One day
Is every day that I’m alive in this world
One day

The day my daughters… 
grow up…
Is the day, 
I’ll grow up…too


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Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof 



 I felt my finger nails digging into his back 
What an intensified sexual moment 
I never knew that tears could roll 
Down the cheeks of a robust man 

he wept! he sigh! he came 
Again, and again and again 
was it a sportsmanship or 
an injury cat on a Hot Tin Roof? 


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I Took The DARE and Survived It

Anxiety about what I might think preceded me
As I sat on the stool in the middle of my living room
Ready to think about who knows what,
I relaxed for a moment and then closed my eyes.

Gratitude and peacefulness were my first feelings.
I smiled inside thinking about how literal Ingrid had taken me.
He remembered that I intended to write at 3:00 a.m.
As the clock ticked, Ingrid kept time for me…

Fear crossed my mind next, afraid of my own thoughts,
What they might be.  Nightmares.  Horrors. 
Repressed experiences dreaded.
But thankfully, the ringing in my head saved me.
At least for that moment…

A few things slipped in.  The Jeffery McDonald murders
That took place when I was stationed at Ft. Bragg, N.C.
The horror had anguished me on an off over the years.
Then, I heard the crickets again.  Thankfully.

Next, a hit and run accident that was reported in the news years ago
Flashed through my mind…anxiety from Army days.
It had happened on a road we sometimes traveled.
Fear, reality check, and cricket sounds followed.

Yes, it is that cricket sound that I enjoy so much.
It took me to the natural world in all its beauty.
Little seeds germinating in my sunroom...  
Crickets outside making their noise; I smiled again.

And the crickets in my head chirped.
I was thinking that this isn’t so bad after all.
I have learned to find happiness inside myself
Then, Ingrid said, “Time’s up.”

I felt relieved.

© March 1, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

My DARE: Dane, you picked Dare* I dare you to sit in the middle of your living room... 
(on a chair if you have toooo!) Close your eyes, and feel for 5 minutes... (you will need a 
stop watch that alert you when the 5 minutes are up. During them 5 minutes, you have 
to feel everything, allow your strong emotions to feel. Even if you have little one's are 
running or your cat is purring at your feet. Don't allow it to bother you. You have to 
concentrate and find that one spot in the back of your mind. The part that digs real 
deep into every feeling we forget is there. After the 5 minutes are up... Sit in the spot 
where you write, and write for 10 minutes, Write about every thought that passed 
through your mind in a poetic way, sad~happy~ mad, crazy.. and so on... Take us deep 
into your mind... Thank you..pd

Confession…I wrote more than 10 minutes…time slipped up on me.


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Deep Waters

Knowing defeat I now softly sleep my arms are lighter and feet do not tread deep waters My brain rest from spirits for the time being I do not fight that loss of control and shut my eyes and no man nor beast removes me from who I am I close the gates to my home away from all this life I have reclaimed to be solely mine walking a closer walk with God and his Son I mend my circles and close off my heart from the world peace showers down upon my head I will remember the dead the sacrifices they made for me to live and softly cry all alone


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SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


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Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle


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Photo Album

I keep an old photo album 
on my bottom shelf. 
I get it out every once in a while, 
just to sift the time away 

I keep a lot of pictures 
There inside that book. Some are old and a little 
Yellow now, but still somehow clear. 
Funny hair and clothes. Gigs and weddings, 
funerals and newspaper clips, 
just like time standing still 

Tonight I looked through it again, 
just knowing what I might find. 
Somehow I think my heart 
knew what it was looking for. 
by the time I got halfway through 

As I neared the end 
of this blue memory lane…I saw it again… 
the picture of you and me on our first night together. 
I remember your blue eyes, your beautiful smile…. 
I remembered you….in my heart 

You are, were, and always will be the love of my life, 
The memories came flooding back, 
too fast for words, and too strong to hold. 
I remember God smiling down on us 
As we shared our first night. 

Dear God-how I loved you 
(and still love you) so much 
But now it can’t be…when 
time and pain have driven us apart. 
How did it get this way? 

For minutes that seemed like years, 
I cried my tears on your picture 
And kissed your cheek on that page 
I was trying so hard to keep the pain away. 
But it came unrelenting… 

And I’m afraid there are 
many more tears to cry 
who knows when they’ll come 
My heart is forever yours, captured 
in a snapshot on page 24 

As I lay me down to sleep 
I pray the Lord keeps you safe 
May you feel loved tonight 
even though 
I’m very far away 

I’ll always keep your picture 
And your kiss inside my heart 
I just can’t bear to 
throw away the memory 
Of the love that we’ve lost 

Your picture is still inside 
That album on my shelf 
Sealed by tears, and prayers 
Memories too painful to hold on to, 
and too precious to let go


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The Flood

How little the clouds think when they glow white
forming shapes tossing about
when filled with moisture oh how grey they will be
until they shed themselves of this heaviness
like a heart in love skips a beat
but when broken you can literally drown you see


Then those tears oh how they flow
how is it possible to love someone so
and they think of you as the lowest of low
others say they have loved many and the feeling soon goes
I want to ask them;
are you sure you were truly in love
because I would have no time in my life 
to do this over and over again

It is there trapped inside of me
no matter what they do or how little they show
I still love them with everything I am and know
oh sure I have loved and do love
they come and they go
but I find it impossible for someone to move on
if they have been in love with their true soul
it is different and as those heavy grey clouds
fills so full and sometimes it has to just explode
shedding tears of what it has found
oceans, lakes, streams, and creeks were formed
all because a cloud was filled with all that is moist

My heart is full of love and when they need me I come forth
but all through the day it is that one I think of
if only they could see this or that joy
how I wish they were here for more than myself
I would love to give them all of this love
until then I am a heavy cloud waiting to explode
knowing they will never come
but even though they let me go
it is them I love
my five senses I wait to share in joy
to grow old loving life in their arms
instead of always patching up this arc in my flood


Bear with me, I am having a life change and caught up in it. Thank you to whomever helped get my other poem featured. I was very excited to see my name. lol The poem was an emotional one however. lol The truth but very emotional, as you see I am emotional on everything. lol So thanks, and please don't be too hard on me. :D


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asking

All the things you should know
All the swings you’ve taken on me
But haven’t noticed at all
And there goes the things you won’t know

Can’t you see all I got to tell you?
Can’t you tell just by the sound of my steps?
And as it seems you won’t notice at all
And I won’t tell you, not now, not tomorrow

Till you notice what have you done
How does that stomping on my dreams
Dragging all I know down
What I thought was concrete now is just flour on the floor.

So by now all I got to tell you
Is, ask me please
Just the right time, the right words and everything fine.
And it seems that here I’ll be for eons

With all this around me
And you don’t seem to care
You don’t care at all
With my broken past, and you can’t see it 

And there it goes my hope
Within this forest I don’t see a way out
And guarding what’s left it’s all I have.

And still you don’t care.

~Anna


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Scratch Paper

Sometimes I sit here and I wonder,
how long have I been here?
With the words of a ghost rotting my tongue,
exhaling phantoms who hang over my shoulders;
they offer a smoky hand.
I could take it and escape.
Instead I try to stay seated, unmoving, tired.
My limbs feel too heavy to move.
Sometimes I get a sense of the world beyond 
the confines of my mind, I think, I remember.
I’ve lost count of the days and hours
too many seconds becoming minutes.
My head hurts, so I exhale.
I try to reconnect to my body,
are you out there waiting for this?
My words are building up
so many scratch pieces of paper surround me
Come read them, remember me. Find me.


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Winter Beach

After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.

Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.

Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.

I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts, 
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.


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The Dread Clock

The clock ticks away
ever so slowly.
Weeping in impatient silence
thinking of the far future.
Tainting your heart with waiting dread.
The clock zooms by
its face mocking,
the fun times shinning.
Watching as it ticks away
Filling, once again, your heart with dread
Ticking as we wait
so slow, ever so slow.
Passing as we pray
"slow down for a time,
let me live these moments." we say
The clock continues to
to zoom on by,
filling our hearts for a final time
with quaking dread.
Mocking all that goes by
is the clock.
As time passes by.


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Roses, Rubies, and Strawberries

Mi fantasma dulce

Send me a rose
This Valentine's Day
A single red

Reminds me of 
The  crimson light
We shared

Years ago

Mi fantasma dulce

Send me a ruby
This Valentine's Day
A single red

Reminds me of 
The sparkling passion
We shared

Years ago

Mi fantasma dulce

Send me a strawberry
This Valentine's Day
A single red

Reminds me of 
The earthen treats
We shared

Years ago

Mi fantasma dulce

Where did all those red years go?

Of

Roses
Rubies
And
Strawberries

Porque

Es día de San Valentín

 Y tú no estás

 Aquí


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I dreamt of her...

I had a dream, it was about you
And I was there and you were too
Where I pleaded,"before I die, I freeze,
Take my heart its only yours-accept, accept me please!"

And you looked at me with dull eyes brown
And stared at me with a little frown
Where-on my knees where I slouched and bled
You looked at me, laughed then said

"You will never be good enough not now, not ever,
You will stay the way you are- WORTHLESS forever,
And here tonight in your own blood you’ll drown
And die with a cold, cold iscicle crown."

And as I sank into the cold
With deaths welcomed grip slowly taking hold
I knew then I was going to die
And sadly, I did too know why

I was pathetic worthless, just never that much good
I ponder, overthink-"shouldn’t, would or could?"
I was never all that good looking or talented at that
And to die would do good, and thats a fact

I awoke from my nightmare
into your ignoring stare
What I had thought was a dream
Was not, but right in between.

My Nightmare was my reality,
My Reality my nightmare...


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First star to your empty Night

I want a love that
fills my veins like
liquid fireworks
sweet like sugar and 
cinnamon
strong enough to knock
me off my feet, like a 
mighty ocean wave, yet
gentle and magic
like the forgotten lyrics
to a nursery rhyme

I want our spirits to soar
into a bright forever
like two yellow balloons
released, by the
tiny, sticky hands
of a little child
I want, my man, to know
my true self
like the words to a favorite
song on the radio
to feel me, all that is me
rhythm bound from a beaten
street drummer

I wish to be a bright guiding light
as the first star
to your empty night
A familiar love, as
traveling back to a childhood spot
your first love kiss...
first bully fight...
first playground crush lost...

I want a love
that encompasses
my senses, envelopes me
from nothing, like the
steam from my rose petal tea
filling my pores
leaving me
rejuvenated and refreshed

A love, whom steals my worries
as a thief in the night
and greets me with doe- eyed
kisses, once rounding
up a fight

I speak these words into the 
universe, to send me a love
to call my own
what path will my soul mate
travel to me, mysterious 
mystical journey unknown


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February

The poem is to be written by itself:
Like life looking for the trembling instant of luminescent lucidity;
Like lovable faces and the old lullaby ...
Like logarithms in a looking-glass of the same fable.
Like the old loom bringing us common recollections;
This February like a loop-hole in the winter`s wall
Is ready to give us the space where you paint the other seasons.
Facetious,facile fag running in the fair falters an old truth
About this famine of poetry whose fan you and me still are.
Fastidious February in a fashionable far-fetched fatigue
Ready to find fault with somebody else...
Feline February near the fence looks at the fireplace 
Where feelings of glass become our every day fix.
February,flabbergast us with your flag in the flavor of hope.


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My Soul, Crouching

Crouching beneath the oak tree, 
The calico cat waits.
A happy squirrel frolics above.
Then, the predator springs into action.

Enjoying peace beneath the oak tree.
Raking the leaves, happy hopes rise.
Prayerfully remembering God above. 
Embracing Mother Earth.
Watching butterflies in action –
Life colors, like the calico cat, decorate.
God’s bountiful blessings flood my heart.
Fragrance springs thoughts to the past.
Nostalgia frolics into my imaginings –
Then, come recollections. 

Reality never waits for happiness.
Dreading the predator.
Joy flees like a squirrel escaping. 
My soul, crouching, cries.

© March 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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An unravelling of time

Time
Is a measure of existence
Where we all play our part
Looking back and looking forward
We live so much and imagine so much
Sketching life on our minds and our hearts
Sometimes we break 
And we think we are- Irreparable
But somehow -
We move through time 
Changing and shaping 
This way and that – from darkness to light
Shedding off the old 
Birthing the new into existence – we didn’t know was beyond-Times portals
Here we explore the supernatural world of promise- at the Kings command
We enjoy a Kingdom of priceless worth - it outshines times wrappings 
Time that is slowly unraveling
Being discarded on the pile -
Of a past life.

© Brenda V Northeast 30th August 2012


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The curious tradition of the ashtray

(a love poem for my son)

Dreams spill out of sleep
sift across the hardwood floor
covers the window 
in colors of May

slamming me back towards childhood
or perhaps just to the ashtray.
One forged with labor
in elementary school ceramics;

patient fingers size up,
roll the earthen clay,
pinch it to perfection,
this unusable object

is made with skill,
crafted uniquely for my father.

A tribute greater than mountain carved faces
monuments of life’s reward.
Baseball camps, tee-ball games,
selfless Sunday morning catch,

sitting in question 
understanding Auguste Rodin,
your etched piece of history
proclaimed in this ashtray.

The long afternoons,
bedtime stories,
day dreams of musketeers
tree-forts and bandaged knees,

wisdom contained in a receding hair-line
without the restriction of bookends.

This is your medal
placed with vigilance
impatient in time
yes, a five pound ashtray.





Reflections of your accomplishments
schematics of fatherhood, fired
painted with magnificence 
useless to anyone but you.

Standing at the door, a lone sentry
hands outstretched boastfully,
here is your prize
an ashtray!

The reception of kings, grins of rum soaked pirates,
you calmly seat me down with the tale of tradition,

rite of passage
generation to generation,
the tribulation of the ash tray
passed from father to son.

Thirty-something
as I lay in bed
the warm morning symphony
shines bright upon my medal

like a polished chrome hood ornament,
I too have taken my place
	among the tradition of the ashtrays.


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Reincarnation

If I lost one of my dear one
And the next day, a little bird
Lands on my window sill
And looks me right in the eye
And says, “ I am back”
Guess, I would believe him or her
I would be stuck with a bird.


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Pages of Time

~~

Opening the book of time
Pages engraved forever in my mind
Worn old pages all tattered and yellow
The house of my childhood
Memories twirling . . .

The smell of old wood and stained glass
French doors and a curved staircase
My little room
Overlooking the garden
The big claw foot bathtub
A lake to a child
The kitchen old and cozy with wonderful smells
Mom smiling  . . . 

A girl playing quietly on the front porch
Long hair in tangles and rosy cheeks
Grannie rocking and rocking
Dad busy in the garden humming a tune
Baby boy in his stroller sleeping
The hush of happiness . . . 

A child's table set for tea and dolls sitting pretty
Real teapot and cracked china cups
Kitty cat asleep in the sun . . .

I walk the shady street of memory
The big hill where I rode my bike
At the end of the street
A park lush and still green
Where water lilies float
And white swans drift . . .

Down the street
The old church with its big doors open
I enter the gloom of my mind
Sweet the smell of candles flickering
The memories flood back . . .

All the worn old pages
All tattered and yellowed with age
I open the book of time . . . 



____________________________
August 2, 2013

Free Verse

For the contest, Good Poems Only, Nathan A.


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Just an Old Attic

As we ransack Grandma's jumbled attic 
in her  blatant old house,
numerous ladybugs and even a mouse 
snared in yellow dust, layered thick.

A rusty dress form displays only a hat
and a distant wall sports a battered ole'  bat.
Boxes of antique shoes are
staged in a perfect row.

Scads of newsworthy magazines, 
records of years past,
pictures, fashions of Victorian times
in frames, made of wood to last.

From a rickety stairwell
it's an effort to  sneak a peek.
There's little chance to run around,
no space for hide and seek.

Large lofty windows appear to leak
as the floor feels unsound.
A passé leather trunk
full of winter scarves and such
sits on a mattress, once a GI's bunk.

Ah, there's a large Webster's lexicon
next to pieces of broken glass
from a battered kitchen hutch

A brass rack holds a faded quilt
draped in a heaped mass.
There's a wheel chair, a crutch -
wonder where those have been?

There's Grandpa's old uniform
with many medals, somewhat torn.
An empty silver flask that once held his Gin.

A child's rockin' horse sits alone
beside an honest-to-God telly 
with a cradle & faded numbers 
from overuse of long ago.

A recipe file in a dark corner, 
at least that's what the label says.
I wonder how often Grandma sat up here
after Granddad passed away?

Many old treasures, to her so dear,
as well as her Bible & an old rug
upon which she would kneel to pray.


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Where Have You Gone Little Boy

Where have you gone little boy with the dark curly hair and the skinny body. I used to see you run and play and chase lightning bugs and baseballs. Where have you gone little boy with the sparkle in your eyes and the giggle when you chased the butterflies. Where is the laughter that came with practical jokes and flowers picked by the side of the road to surprise your mother as she met you at the door. That little boy is still close by only now he sits in his overstuffed chair and dozes in the warm spring air No longer chasing butterflies and baseballs but contenting himself to watch foolish things on that idiot box. Why don't you come out and play little boy Life is not much fun, when there is no one to play with.


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Harvest Moon

The sky is bright tonight,
The harvest moon a beacon
Eclipsing city lights,
Its orange glow a fire
That sets the sky aflame
And turns stray clouds 
Into puffs of smoke -
A haze of grey and gold
That envelops me
And hurls me back in time

To that silver shore
Where sand scatters like ashes,
Where your breath is the tide
That steals mine,
Your pulse the current
That speeds mine.
I could lie here for all time -
For a moment
With salt in my hair
And rapture in my heart.

Beneath a sky of staring stars,
A thousand eyes that blink
With wary wonder
At our courage to lie so close
To the blurred edge,
Where waves tear up the shore
Like icy claws or eager fingers,
Desperate for a touch,
For an illusion - 
A moment of warmth.
  
The sky is bright tonight,
The harvest moon a menace
Invading my mind's eye.


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When No Star Shined

Once, when no star shined
on slick, black, asphalt roads,
the murky wetness
of November's watered nights
a freedom-feeling and
strangeness-sense inspired.
The moisture lubricated
sluggish mental cogs that
all the dirty, dry, autumnal season
had rusted tight and atrophied.
Wildness no man can tell
I knew then.
All November's labored length
my nightly notions filled:
my bacchic spirit soared and flew,
traveled far, saw much in waking dream,
along a single street, wet
and splotched with light from cars
which coughed their fumes
as they passed my momentary immortality.
And now...
time has come when I no longer
feel delight to revel in the wildness
that I knew:
senses, now subordinate to sense,
defuse the spell
and November nights are merely
murky.


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Old Big Ead


So you old bugger 
you’ve gone

and how many more will there be of

you

in the top 

one

watching from Holgate you’d just come back
you'd scored for England B 
against Scotland 
plaster on your brow

Ayresome 
autograph book in hand
boys lined up
worshipping

“One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly haven’t I signed once 
for you i’m not here for the good of me health”

did you say“young man” back then?

August 1958 
won first match of the season 
9-0 Brighton
You got 
FIVE

Sign this Brian? 
“Do I know you? One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly 
haven’t I signed once for you i’m not here for the good of me health” 
in the heat of the morning 
training

“they call me Mr Clough I call me old Big ‘Ead”

did I ever really walk on water

I do now


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In Memories Of You

(A poem of immigration)

I gave my heart,
I gave my soul
oh valley green and true
doin’ the best I can,
but it seemed
not good enough for you.
I tried so hard,
so hard to please
the decision to leave
the outlook was bleak,
in dire straits
another life to seek.
I slipped away,
degrees in passing
on that epic journey
glanced at foreign lands,
to the end of the earth
paradise and golden sands.
Many years have passed by
it was the ultimate conclusion.
Yet!  Am I still a dreamer
maybe still a fool?
When my mind is heavy
in memories of you.

             © Harry J Horsman   


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My Mama

My Mama she trips out in the moon light
when I’m safely tucked up in bed
she dresses to wow her audience
but I know not of her occupation
when I ask I am greeted by silence
and then “You will understand when you grow up”

My Mama she returns at break of day
before the curtains begin to twitch or draw
she’ll come in exhausted and fix my breakfast
then checking in on me she’ll wake me for school
before she goes off to bed – she’ll see me later
to ask about my day and play

A Mamas kiss, a smile, a hug, warmth, food and a roof
Yet when we go out together people turn 
to talk to one another, quietly nodding
Funny looks are cast our way and yet not one shall speak to us
Aged nine in school I find out why 
when another child will laugh

“Ya Mama works the streets
lies on her back, watches the sky – to feed ya
-Tis what my Ma said”
It makes me cry
I love my Mama
but this shame hurts

I want to die…


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A Poem for her Majesty the Queen on her Jubilee


To be English above all is not just a given, from the beginnings of time to the new world position.

It is of bravery and honour that has built the empire we know, that no matter what we may face no matter how big the enemy or challenge we will not quiver we shall not shudder nor walk away, our upper lip will remain stiff and the lions heart our enemy will feel in protection of Queen and country.

In a world of corruption and deceit, floundering morals as sources try to wash them away, inside this mayhem will always lay a loyal army to her Majesty and country that will fight tooth and nail to protect.
No matter the hatred or non believers we shall not fall. 

The most powerful family in the world that has ruled through generations of change and is echoed through the story of time this is my promise to you your Majesty we will always be here waiting on your every word to follow and serve as your loyal army. 

May GOD save the Queen and protect her people through time,
For we are ENGLAND . .  full of love . . . full of Pride! 


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A Phone Call

Phone rings
I will miss you, will you miss me?
No
No? But I may never see you again
(Feelings too young to understand
My ears grew hot
My face grew hot
My stomach twists
Frustration? Guilt? Probably guilt
I think it was guilt
No. Fear. Most likely fear)
I will miss you
Lies
You are a liar.
You are a liar, Father
You are a liar.
And now I am a liar too.
 
¿Por qué mis sueños se rompen?
 
Is it your fault
I think it was your fault
Maybe mine
Or was it hers
His, hers, mine, yours, its
What possession is to blame?
I blame, I blame, I blame
 
Where are you?
What are you doing?
I will stalk no more
I will stalk no more
I will stalk no more
But I want to know if you are alive
Are you alive?
 
No hay nada más difícil que vivir sin ti
Pero no puedo recordarte y soy muerto
 
I am not bilingual
I am not
 
Did I grow?
Was I supposed to grow?
I sometimes dream that I can fly
The winds carry me through
But sometimes, I forget how to land
With the ground far below my feet
Everyone left behind
I fear that I will drift
Too high
Where it’s cold
And I can no longer breath
And then I awake
 
I am one
I am one
I am two
Sometimes with a smile
But mostly with fear
Anxiety and one
 
Is it my fault?
Is it my fault?
Is it my fault?
Do I let you do what you do
Did and will do
 
Me gustaría conocerte
Mi corazón, mi corazón daña
 
Follow me
Follow me
But keep a foot away
I do not trust you
I trust too much
I never trusted
 
They will find out
All of them
They will know
Will they love you still?
Will they love me?
 
Stop stop stop
stop stop
Why did you stop?
What did I do?
 
¿Hacer a quién?
 
Put down the phone
 
Read me as you will
Read me
Read me
 
You are done
As are these lines.


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This Lovely Vase

This Lovely Vase

This lovely vase
So delicate and fine
Shines now by the window.

This lovely vase
Has known more years than I
Known the touch of many

This lovely vase
Once a Wedding present 
So my Nana said

This lovely vase
Once stood with flowers tall
Nana’s home grown blooms

This lovely vase
A careless touch and then
Fragments on the floor

This lovely vase
Pieces now were gathered
Mended then with gold

This lovely vase
As it sits there on the window
Catching sun’s bright glow

This lovely vase
More lovely than before
Now trimmed in gold 

This lovely vase
Healed by the scars of time
Still with grace and beauty


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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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Tell to write , write to Tell

‘Tell that other will write about you
Write that others will Tell about you’
A quote that inspires me to write
Some thoughts, some feeling to bare
Some poems, some stories to share
Power of words that can change lives
Some may like what I write and praise
While some may voice their dislikes
For my silence speaks with my pen
Do not hide talents, spread it around
Let the world know what your heart speaks
May be in writing some notes, thought & Words
May be echo of your beautiful voice 
‘Tell that other will write about you
Write that others will Tell about you’





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Louisiana

Heading east, after Arizona,
through New Mexico and
past the wide Lone Star state,
greens shade from dull to bright --
the desert was pale pastels
and heat devoid of moisture.
Here, humid bayou flora flourish
in black and steamy soil
where hurricanes hit the coast,
winds flatten sugar cane,
and two rich-brown nutrias
cross a placid canal.
Their wakes, on the still surface,
are clean, and nearly perfect,
inverted V's.


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Onomatopoeia, Oddly Enough

When the moonlight's right, 
and the earthy smell of lavender 
lifts to meet a deep, evening breeze, 
and memories under long ago leaves, 
begin to fill the empty present 
with sensations of our first kiss, 
I have trouble moving an inch 
into my future. I miss its echoes. 


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Drive-In Theater Memories

Many summers ago going to the drive-in was such a thrill

for me.  Those long hot summer nights seemed to

disappear while at the drive-in.  A trip to the concession

stand was what I really looked forward to, more than the movie

sometimes.  Waiting for that old sun to go down, seemed to take forever,

then the cartoons came on, Popeye, Casper the Friendly Ghost

was seen most of the time.  There were always at least three movies

sometimes more.  Dollar night was great, where a whole car load got in

for just one dollar, no matter how many were in the car.  Later as a teenager

we sometimes would stuff the car like a can of sardines.  Other times we would hide

two or three people girls and guys in the trunk and then after we were inside they would

jump out and get in the car.  After a while they caught on and had somebody watching

and they threw us out.

Many memories of my mom and her good friend John taking me to the drive-in,

we all had a good time.  Now those are sweet memories i will never forget.  They are very

few drive-ins and they cost so much that i have not been to one since 1969

when my wife Judy and I were just going steady, we saw the "Love Bug" with my mom

and her 5th husband Art.

Such sweet memories drive-ins were.

Written 8-16-11


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What There Is To Be Said of Home

Dizzied by the whirl of crowds
On sidewalks, seen through windows --
Reflected in mirrored, columned walls --
I drink, I eat, I mull and fret, I yearn,
Little lulled by homely music
Softly playing beneath sonorous
Strains of Spanish
(Beautiful tongue, not yet quite my own,
But now not strange to me --
Not wholly foreign.)
I sneak sidelong glances, I peek, I stare.
And I almost always feign indifference:
A pseudo-cosmopolitan air.
I am quiet and excessively polite,
Not yet knowing how to be rude
In this still stiff idiom.
And, I am ever intensely lonely --
Hungry for a caressing, offhand phrase,
Or only a stray familiar word, hardly heard,
Whispering all there is to say of home.


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Arachnida

I’ve never  befriend her.
Spider! She can never be my friend.
I can’t afford her disdainful sights
In the day and in the night.

Spider! She can never be my friend.
I can’t afford her anything.
The walk of her webs on my face,
When going out should I relate?
Her dirty fingers around my rooms
Upon my wall, ceilings,
And every nooks and crannies of my home.

She can’t be my child.
If she happens to be, I will disown her 
On the day she is born.
She can’t be a member of my family.
If she happens to be, she won’t last long.
She can’t be my in law
If she is chanced to be, I will despise her.

Ugh Spider! I can’t just withstand her
Presence in my vicinity.

I have never befriend her
And never will I.
I have never befriend her fellow arachnids
And never will I (too).  


#May be some one will tell me reasons why I should like her#
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
29/05/2013



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Activity #3

I love how he acts all tough when he's around me,
But when he texts me, he calls me baby.
I love how she used to kiss me,
But now she's different.
I love how you used to mean everything,
But now you don't mean a thing.
I love how I used to care so much,
But now I don't care at all.
I love how people change,
But how they don't really change at all.


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Throwing Sand

Ludicrous childhood - 
It's a sweet, sun-drenched day at 
The beach with family!
Spunky and childish - 
Throwing sand everywhere...fun!
I aim at strangers ~x~
Craaaazy memories
I still remember Summer
And its beach wonders! 
Obnoxious laughter
Is heard as we step foot in 
Freezing, salt water...x.x
The beach is God's pool
It's like a playground - tides come
ROLLIN' IN...splashing!
We can't stay in one place
We're drifting away 
Into a phase of youth's bliss...
We can't keep a steady pace 
We're slippin' and fallin' and slidin'
But we wrap around our merriness 
We're swimmin' and playin' around
Without a single care 
We're playing
A game of 

/Truth/      /OR/      /Dare/







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Grandma's frog fry

I recall my southern reared grandmother
Telling how good frog legs are to eat
Tastes a lot like chicken
Can be quite a treat

She sent me down to the farm pond
To fetch some frogs to fry
With gig in hand down to the pond I trod
To give frogging a try

With hot earth burning my bare feet
I formulated my plan
I gigged me some husky brutes
Enough to nicely fill a pan

Threw them in a tote sack
Over my shoulder that old tote swung
Back up the path I quickly ran
Envisioning the taste upon my tongue

Grandmother came to clean them up
Golly, did it ever make a mess
The blood and all that goo
My appetite it did depress

Tossed those frog legs in the hot skillet
Where they began to fry
The legs began to twitch and jump
One from the pan it did fly

Landed, still twitching, near my feet
With that, out the door I flew
I swear that until this very day
I have not given one frog leg a chew


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A Tribute To Freddie Mercury

A Tribute To Freddie Mercury

What happened?
Why did God take you away?
Your music soothed so many
Brought others to tears
Yet everyone danced and sang with you
Following your fingers on the piano keys
You cast your spell over thousands
Your voice was a gift from the gods
You took the stage you were blessed
And you blessed us with your songs
We didn’t know that you were suffering
That you were dying
You kept your pain a secret so we would not worry
You knew we would mourn before your life was over
You knew we would cry and not hear your last songs
How we miss you since you left
Your band continues on
Playing the music that you made famous
It is not the same
You made the music everything that it was
You changed music from the day you sang your first note
No one will ever give what you gave
You gave you life for your fans
We knew it and we loved you for it
Your goodbye left a void that will never be filled
Four word and just for words say what we feel
They are strong words that you gave meaning to
We hear them when we see you on a video
They echo through our ears as we hear your song
God Save the Queen and God bless Freddie
He will always be royalty in our hearts


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The sprung

The spring has sprung
And oohh - my back aches
I need a new mattress

© Brenda V Northeast 28th March 2012


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A Moment to Reflect

Where have all these years gone?
A mind is questioned,
reminiscing here in Chapel Street
amidst a litany of memories.
Every nook, crevice and cranny,
resonate in sweet refrain
giving one the chance to heal
in its lingering embrace.
Dimensions of silhouettes
in shrouds of moorland mist,
ghost from grains of a youth
then glide into life’s obscurity.
Yet! A breath of contentment
within a silent language,
a persistent sigh
in this, a moment to reflect.


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Ode to a Grandparent

Today you shower little faces with kisses
Piggy back rides and little messes....
Who notices???

Tomorrow you speak from your infinite wisdom
Your prayer is heard deep from within
Even though we may giggle
We love that you know and love Jesus.

You let me drive your old truck in the pasture
Laughed till you peed when the chair fell backwards
Love freely, laugh often and give generously what you have
Grandparent days are too short but cheerished!

Love those GRandparents!!

Mine are the Grandest of the grands!
***To all the Grandparents out there in the soup pool.


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The Touch Of Lake Tahoe

Quietly recalling
Those few days long past
Where night rose undisturbed
Allowed to live in solitude
Distant from the hum of the city
And the glare of its radiance
For here silence is silence
And dusk mutes the mountainside
Giving fearful pause even to dawns eye

In the pallid glow of moonlight
Stand the great Ponderosa Pines
Veiled shadows of ominous parsons
Resolutely guarding midnight faith
Sweet tendrils of vanilla incense 
Wafting on Rocky Mountain breezes
Like passions vogue allegory
A smooth and round obsidian stone
Washed upon a retracted beach
My modest moment of reality
Smoothed over by times hands
On this mountain lake…

…Settling me to begin anew


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Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?

                              






     


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Special bench for Contest

They walk with their sticks
some an ungainly gait
scarves around their necks
caps upon their heads
Heading for the same place
to sit and chew the facts
talking of the old days
when young and good at sport
A special bench in the park
which the winter sun keeps warm
A few men will meet to chat
their memories ever young
Talk about  their rugby days
of playing for their team
having to sit and wait
to be called from bench to field


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The Day Our World Changed

I lay in bed last night thinking of 
 everything and nothing, as I often do.
  For some reason or maybe for no reason,
    I thought of playing on my slip-and-slide 
     when I was a little girl.
In Florida, summer lasts from April until October.
We were always looking for ways to cool off.
That memory led to another and another. 
I remembered our neighborhood.
It came to life everyday with the sound of children's laughter.
Now, I often sit by my window hearing the silence of children 
indoors playing video games. Safe behind locked doors.
Occasionally, the birds come out to play 
or I hear a bull frog croak.
Squirrels run across our fence line searching for places to hide their treasures.
(The neighbor leaves out peanuts for them. The squirrels appreciate the gesture.)   
When I was a little girl, I caught grasshoppers and lizards, but not frogs. 
I didn't like frogs. 
I thought of my succession of childhood bicycles.
I felt free as I zigzagged through the street
riding with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.
I haven't felt that free in a long time.
In those days, I never felt lonely.
I could always find a friend to share a secret with 
right outside my door.  
Our parents never thought they would send us outside to play
and never see us again. 
The neighborhood was our playground.
Until the day a young boy disappeared from a shopping mall
only ten miles from my childhood home. 
He was kidnapped, killed and decapitated.
I was eleven years old. Our world changed.  
On my playground, shadows lurked and everyone was a stranger. 
I cried when I saw the picture of the little boy 
with the baseball cap and toothless grin. 
My brother was the same age as that little boy. He had nightmares for a while.
I was eleven years old. Our world changed.   


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Debbie Guzzi's Fear contest
Second place finish


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Cloud Nine from a Mexican Child

Lazily spent afternoons on the pea green sofa
Watching TV novella’s with Nana
Eating searing salsa with tamales
And homemade tortillas with mantiquilla 
Dripping from the cylinder of cloud nine
Belly protruding from a too small shirt
The smell of Fantastica  on a newly mopped floor

Tata sitting in the chair by the patio
The screen door crazily hinged
Sombrero tilted over his face
To hide his laughing eyes
Crinkled with age and delight
Too worn for wear despite
His young heart 

Tias running about on Friday night
Eager to play
High heels clicking on the linoleum tiles
Long dark hair flowing from streamers of love
Trickling to curls on their way out
While the little ones sit
Admiring the beauty
Of the desire to be noticed
Perfume enticing the boys next door


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1943 Steel Cents

Copper metal is a valuable wartime commodity.
Something new was needed for the cent in 1943.
A strange composition the United States Mint would reveal.
Lincoln’s profile appeared on a coin made of steel.
It was plated with zinc to reduce oxidation.
They were struck at all three mints in the nation.
The three cities were ones that most people would know.
They were Philadelphia, Denver, and San Francisco.
Here is an interesting little trivia tidbit:
This coin is the only one that can be drawn to a magnet.
However, zinc-coated cents were made for just one year.
Afterward, familiar bronze cents would reappear.

The mint made a move two years before that was similar.
They replaced the nickel in five-cent pieces with silver.
A large “P”, “D”, or “S”, appeared above Monticello.
This indicated a silver five-cent piece so you would know.

The following year, production of steel cents would cease.
The mint used the metal to make the Belgian two-franc piece.
Therefore, this is what the United States Mint did for the war.
After 1945, we did not have to worry about it anymore.


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Yesterday and Tomorrow.

Thoughts of paradise
Swiftly diminish
Into melancholy memories…

Each gripping steadfastly 
Romantic eyes of then and someday
Burnishing our hushed moments of fantasy…

Letting us elude our todays
Which initially, divine in desire
Converts into yearning soon enough… 


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Dialog With Him

Dear God:

You know the thoughts of every man,
You have declared your righteousness upon this land,
And you have shown your judgment to everyone.

How long shall I live in despair?
With shattered hopes and broken dreams,
how long shall I stand in the midst of this land?
Stretching out my empty hands.

You have great powers,
Holding court above the earth,
It is not my place to question thee,
but when will you set me free?

Day and night they dwell in my house,
feasting upon my tired flesh,
my strength sometimes fail,
and there is no room to exhale.

I am nothing in your presence,
I am hurting because of them,
save me from their murderous threat,
least my eyes behold the power of death.

I know that you have the answer,
Show me your divine power,
Put my oppressors to shame,
And give me the strength to rise again.

 
©2013 Christine Phillips


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Down in the Rail Road Flats

Twas a little piece of heaven in a bigger spot of hell,
Nestled in the bosom of the Sierra Nevadas.
I wasn't sure just what planet I had just landed on,
An alien invader in a strange mountain fold.
Oh, they looked at us with those skeptical stares,
Knowing full well their way of life there was to end someday.
But they took us in anyway, finally seeing our flags were the same color,
And taught us the art of rock-flicking and tree-bending!
Miles and miles of tormented roads and depressed dwellings
Peppered the backs of the manzanita hills.
Pine pitch wafted in my nose in the sunshine,
And cool, sweet water in the faltering twilight.
Like fleeing snakes, the rivers and creeks charged down-hill,
A Pacific grave was the prize at the end of the run.
We found the Red Planet above Prussian Hill, 
Waiting for us to be the last of the guard of an older way of life.
The only real laws out there were the laws of common courtesy,
Don't tread on me, and an eye for an eye. 
Folks were as real and as painfully set as a re-broken bone,
High-falutin' ways were as real to them as Hollywood dreams.
The summer sun burned the devils out of your bones,
The winter chill froze the snow angels into your flesh.
Funny, I never heard the whistle of a train,
Where were the railroads?? Hell, where were the FLATS??
West Point was pointless, Wilseyville was full of wiles,
Independence sat in lonely forgottenness,
Glencoe, a plaque in the artery of Hwy. 26.
Mountain Ranch and Sheep Ranch sighed in amnesic slumber, 
While Mokolumne Hill and San Andreas kept vigil to the gateways.
A part of my soul is still buried in the flesh of those fractured rises and draws,
A part of who I am... there's no shame, I feel, to admit it loud and proud.
So, to the new dwellers who've changed her lovely, rustic face
Into the image of what they deem beautiful and of value,
Don't forget there were lives lived out before you came,
And remember they cleared the way for you and your ways!
Resist the temptation to rush to change a land that never asked you,
And treat her with the respect of your fathers' graves and your childrens' futures.


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Dear Sister

Darlene my dear sister of mine,

as I was growing up, we had our

ups and downs, but we also had

a lot of fun and good times.

You were my only sister,

and my hero, I looked up to you.

Whenver I needed to ask you

a question a straight answer is

what I got back.  Teasing you as you

brought home a boyfriend, is what

little brothers are supposed to do.

Making you so mad, that you would

scream at the top of your lungs,

and chase me all over the house,

to try and kill me.


We had a deal, whenever we

bought 6 pack of Pepsi,

brother Darrell, you and me,

each got 2 bottles,

me being very greedy

would always steal one

or more of yours, it was

like that bottle of Pepsi

was a chunk of gold or

something, you would again

chase me all over the house to

try and kill me once more.

Our Sunday afternoon walks

uptown met so much to me,

that you will never know

how precious those times were,

now many miles separate us

my dear sister, but I am

still loving you and missing you

very much, but this poem is for you,

to let you know, how I really felt

about you and still do, those were

very special days of long ago.


Written 5-24-11


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Autumn Fog

Remember when it hovered there,
Skimming the brutal ground?
A translucent veil - Never blocking the sun, 
But softening its glow. 
It parted when we passed, 
Mist retreating to our little sides. 
We pretended we were spirits 
Lost in the places spirits go -
Wading through the heavens,
Worlds deep in tangled fantasy.
Until reality eroded our game, 
Melting the clouds away. 
But I was never sad - no, 
Never sad when it cleared,
For it revealed majestic Autumn -
Quietly perfect, much like you.
And every year I wade through fog,
Tears falling with the leaves,
And think of you.


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Old pepper grinder

Old wooden pepper grinder’s thinking of the past. Dreaming ‘bout its days of glory, now collecting dust. It’s got stories, it’s got wisdom but no one’s there to listen. It’s feeling rusty, useless and lonely somewhere in the kitchen. Wanting to retell old anecdotes, just to be taken into warm hands. Instead Alzheimer’ s at the door, saying he wants to be friends. Old wooden pepper grinder’s thinking of the past. Praying to be used again before the journey’s end.


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Sleepily

the Father visits his son in the dark of day
The son is abed, pale in the light of night
For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight
But the sun is not heat and does not shine as bright
And the moon is not rigid rock
The sun is a warm hope, fading ever so slightly
The moon is softness, the dark is soothing

The son is abed, covers sprawled over his listless form
The son is restless, he doth not sleep
The son is ebbing, his heart does weep
and his Father lifts the covers up tight around his chest
and kisses his brow;
The son blinks wearily, smiles wanly, whimpers meekly

Sleep my son, the Father whispers

But I cannot sleep - Sleep eludes him
I want to play - Rest prances about him
close enough to want, just out of reach
And how can I sleep father? - How can he rest atop this fated bed?
When I wish to wake? - When his heart doth weep restlessly?

the Father wavers, he caresses the son's brow, but not his heart
For the heart is within, the caress without,
Rest my son, he says, rest and forget
The Father, gently, lovingly, pulls the covers up, tight around the son's neck

But father, father why
My heart will not sleep
Five more minutes? Just five.

Sleep son, the hour is late, the time is neigh

And the Father, always lovingly, he pulls the covers tight over the son, and lowers him into 
the ground.


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Beginnings

Beginnings

Wish I had a switch that lets it go quiet
Instead we hide in boxes and behind stone walls
Leave wishes unattended were they float in the breeze
Until it’s too late and the sun has set

Pluck hope from new beginnings
And walk paths bare of your foot prints
Trace touch across new faces
And listen to a night you do not know

Post memories in feather and wing
And wait with breath that hopes they remember
Let it be one moment to the next
For it all shines brand new


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God bless the Seau family

Moment Of Silence For Junior Seau: May 5th, 5:55 P.M. People can take pills, run their car off the road, And that's a cry for help, he was crying out Yet he was too proud to ask for it is. Wednesday was a lousy day for the NFL The league announced the suspensions of Seau, Seau a great footballer committed suicide. Seau possessed unusual combination His athletic talent and his hard work, His high football intelligence, idea, He was a restless passion for the game Junior Seau will certainly be missed. A great football player but a better man. He was classy,caring & courageous. Junior was a true competitor and a special player. God bless the Seau family.


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Lessons of History

Oh
I remember history well --
the ancient guidelines --
the lessons repeated,
the dramas reenacted:
the dates, of course,
were of no import;
catching the drift of things,
that was the art.
Languages change, seasons wane.
People experience all the old pain.
What happens now?
What happened before?
Lessons of history
are writ on the walls --
they peek out from thousands
of toilet stalls
where Kilroy once sat.


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a requiem

as my life dances cross a veil not seen i lie down my worth on breath that fades with hope now gone to solve errs long past notes symphonically fill the pages of days observed through shadowed glass muted childhood musings seem to glow charge hard! at adolescence's cusp the hours fill with hoards of fury comes now the strength in freedom feelings mount in shades of red she encompasses my life with deep hues of joy at love's genesis growing in multiples and steady the pace combining in wisdom that passes through youth, grinning youth, flourishes the front for the amber arrives and peace ensues gentle is the dusk as days now slow will i be of whom they speak? the dark is upon as my love went before peace has settled, what shall await? troubled no more, willfully i go


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Reed of Dawn Time

Caress my weary soul
with threads of muted sound
meander through the meadow grass
ring from the barren branch of ancient time
shriek, shrill, trill with the murder of crows
or the jock-stepped lock of mocking bird
and native drummers, lick the wind~
extend the pointed poignant tip of tongue
to pursed lips and fleet fingers

Caress my weary soul
with threads of morning light
ray born effervescence of reed of dawn
reborn with each heart whose life is formed
trill through the caverns, the canyons of time
each depressed fingertip mutes
all…all that sublime~

Poet: D Guzzi
Instrument Flute


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The Little House on Maple Street

The lonely flower is

still on Maple street

as it was yesterday.


The Little brown house

so still and empty

as it was yesterday.



The little brown house

filled with memories

as it was yesterday.


The little brown house

on maple street where

I once lived seems

as it was yesterday.

Written 8-3-11


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Flying High In The Aqua-Blue Sky

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I see a black and white checkered kite…
floating higher and higher than I, myself…
But, I was shoved 
Into another shelf…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile 
If only…I could fly another mile…
If only…I could higher my smile…
If only…I could fly higher
If only…I could taste ecstasy…
people would accuse me as a liar
If I experienced the best day of my life…

But, I don’t wanna live with undying strife…
I want peace…
Hand it over, please…
Hand me the keys
So I could experience perpetual peace 

I took flight like those bird couples…
But, I was on an airplane…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I wouldn’t be greedy for gain…
I’m trying to act sane…
But, I’m actually insane
In many ways…I love my uniqueness…
And my stubbornness… and my gladness…
And my madness… my imagination goes wild
But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d feel the rain
Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
No one would understand
How awesome and wonderful I’ve felt that day…
Up there…
up there…I felt like a king…
But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring
To success…but I’m willing to pick up my progress…
My pace…is slow like a snail’s pace
Do you see me crying? Just look at my face…

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’m the clouds absorbing tears

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d be willing to release them…

but they’ve been stored up forever it seems
And…hell – I have been 
Shaking with fear…
Breaking by the seams 

High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I was……..
Daydreaming again…
My mind was stuck on cloud 7…
Thank heavens
That I’m still alive – staring into space
Just look at my sopping face…

I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face
In the mirror…….

This little dream of mine
Was rather sublime
I was a sweet boy, 
but now I’m sour like lime


If I were a bird, 
I'd fly away from my problems...

I'll flutter away
Without a care in the world...

I want to be happy-go-lucky...
But, I'm bound to submit to my 

Misery.............................


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The Last Will And Testament Of Senor Turkey

I watched with awe, 

as you came ashore, 

after sailing from far, far away lands, 

You built your towns, on none were frowns,

 with sheer grit, determination, faith and bare hands,

 I figured that one fateful day, 

where we would play and share our future destiny as friends,

 For that fateful chance,

 to laugh and dance, 

where our mutual goals would depend, 

I have my ways, and you have yours, 

on each others strengths we could lend,

 and we could build, and see fulfilled, 

a new World Order for all to comprehend:

 We are so different, in so many ways, 

I didn't think this day would ever come to be, 

That in the end,

 instead of try to befriend ;

 You would treat me just like a piece of meat 

 Gobble! Gobble!


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a moment in time

							

it’s a cold dark
perhaps rainy night
in detroit, michigan
in the early 1930’s
a young man
hails a taxi 
to get to his job on the docks

he looks at the driver
and says
you know,
after we are both married
and have kids
and after the war

thirty years from now
your youngest daughter
will marry my oldest son


and we two will become
fast friends
…………
not likely,
since one was black and
one was white
and they probably
wouldn’t be able to
ride in the same car
in the  ‘30’s
in detroit

but eighty years later
I still like to picture it


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death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept


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The Chicken Bank, Foiled

Dave...The armed robber
Bank robber
Back in sixty-three
Would leave me sleeping muvva
For much skullduggery

Raiding banks, petrol stations
And very auften...I swear
He even raided
The new joint 
Called............ Mothercare

And wake his giant angel
Who very loudly snored
With booties bonnets mittens 
And cardies, she adored

One day they got raided by many Old Bill
Dave got all panicked 
Bout the money he did steal

Muvva said dont worry' i know the perfect place'
(she pulled out the chicken roasting) 
A grin upon 'er face

She stuffed its hole with money 
Whilst Dave let in, The Bill
She stood there trying not to grin
As Dave looked slightly ill

They searched high and low 
Even toilet system
But never checked the fowl
Most glorious, which
Very smoothly glistened

They even praised Ma's roast
The aroma was devine
They said how they hoped
Theirs would be arf as fine

Off drove the coppers
Ma, Dave raced to the chicken
Pulled out all the dollar 
Whilst happily finger licking 


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Word Impression Poem 2: Airling

Oh how fine it might be,
But for a day or two,
To be an airling again;
Clean of conscience
And innocent of what hurts
I may have caused,
For I'd never yet then
Intended any of them.

Age is wisdom, true.
But it's also a tapestry of little guilts,
Amid still littler expiations.


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Tradin' Fever

Around these parts trading fever is what its called
It comes around âbout ever fall!
The fever will come and go when it will subside 
no one knows!
These men are said to be the last great
 horse traders of our time a dyin'  breed the 
last of their kind!
When the fever hits they will trade anything they own!
They live by a motto, adone deal is set in stone!
The all trade horses, mules knives and guns to them
this is real fun!
They swap their lies and tales, retracing old stomping grounds
and trails!
They come and stay all day, whittling and spinning
 their yarns of those good ole days back on the farm!
 
Dedicated to my Father  D.G. Lucas


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Beyond The Sun

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)


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That Blue Car

Pressed, 
by the city heat 
in that blue car,
permanently parked under embers of sunlight
until the moon
Breaks and swells in the sky,
easing the metal. Making cracks in the colour
and breaking the leather.
Aged by fair weather 
and fairly harsh wear.
It smells like…
old and laughs and memories,
sometimes like tears and cries and photographs.
And it feels like them too.
On my skin and pressed against my  back,
Grains of wishes and wants that now are dead.
How far did you drive before you could see,
The old concrete block that
crushed your resolve 
that mangled and
twisted you,
buried you here?
That caught you
in pen
immortalised you?


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Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.
Run.


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A new Ireland

It was a wet November day
on the motorway to Cork
waiting at traffic lights
a tiny man shuffled towards me
frail, bald and alone,
his piercing eyes beseeching,
palms outstretched, imploring.
His face ravaged with fear
his shame stirred shame in me
as I turned my face away,
I saw others do the same.

I felt raw discomfort 
it changed rapidly to fear
as the cold face of recession
the demise of my country
the pain of my people
stood before me
in this little man
an ache so immense,
I had covered it deep.

Faced now with utter revulsion,
abject anger towards our government,
our bankers and developers,
those sneaky golden circles,
as my eyes met his,
I saw my own reflection.
The country’s bubble burst a year ago
but he had just burst mine.

For In his tiny frame,
I saw our fragile nation
a country on its knees
begging for a bail out.

In his isolation,
I felt my own vulnerability
huge impending loss
as my children face emigration.

In his baldness, 
I saw the naked masses
new poverty and pain,
still crushing us, the people

This little man
could be me.






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When We were We

Long before I lost you
to twisted embers
in your mind;

Before you dared not breach 
choking silence
with a touch of eager skin…


We
breathed the fire of Romans
into each other’s random souls 
across a room
with a single smile-

And found ourselves

Wrestling in red cars
out in parking lots
that gratefully never knew 
our names...

We
giggled at liquid nights
rippling in the wake of conversations 
that would disappoint 
stern fathers;

figuring the sun
was just a star 
with a lighter background...

We
transposed our arms
for a chorus of eternity those days;

Snuggling 
golden wrapped flesh,
and other dreams
found only 
an eyelash away...


Now,
Long after...

Your eyes extinguish empires
of Was-

But only
amidst symphonic ashes
of a time
when

We were We.


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Beauty in the Breakdown.

The world is on fire and I'm thinking that's not such a bad thing.
Maybe it will take away the pain,
condemned to a lifetime of agony in my heart.
I doubt it'd be strong enough, but it's a start.

This pain feels indestructable.
It just keeps building brick by brick.
Soon to be a wall, not of protection, 
but like a prision, it will limit me.
Unable to let anyone in at all.

I dig my own grave.
The hole is in the ground.
It's taking everything I've got
to keep my feet to the ground 
and my head, to the sky.

So destroy the indestructable.
Break down the wall, brick by brick.
Fill in this grave I've dug.
Because I'm dying to be with you.


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The equation of mass


The days on earth wear thin
Like my hair 
And where girdles pull in a 
Sagging mass
And memory is washed by a 
Lunar pull- 
Like the tide that washes over 
Footprints in the sand
Soon memories are gone 
like a dying star grows dim
And I return recycled to 
The worms
But my heart knows a better 
Place- 
Where reserved for me 
I know so well- 
I will glow in -The eternal day 
That is- my permanent home

Brenda V Northeast 


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The Privvy, Toilet Trolls

Twas sordid that thought
Midwinter handed a lit 
Oil lamp
Glowing
Showing the way outside to the shiny black paint of
The toilet door

Lift the latch....clunk! as your eyes scoured the darkness the bushes
For bogey men, trolls and murderers

Place lamp on window sill
Put small buttocks on the winter chilled toilet seat

Heart beats at a quickened pace
As a small scared face gazes 
Out
Eyes foraging the white painted walls
For spiders and daddy long legs
Anything that crawls
And flys 
And eats small, small children

Eyes down on two chubby little legs 
Distant from the floor
And go girl go! 
As quick as you can
As the sounds and rustles blown outside are
Definitely
The bogey man
He's coming after your guts and gore
Push little lady and try to be gone
Before
The doors ripped off its hinges
And you are dragged into the abyss
And they will all read about 
The little lost Miss.... 


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Fleeting

There is a brilliant sun setting on the horizon. 
I wipe tears from my eyes, and watch in a strange sense of awe. 
The sun kisses everything with it’s radiating beams 
and then disappears from view. 
It reminds me that, 
like many things in life, 
these serenely beautiful moments are often fleeting.
Words are left unsaid, moments forgotten, lives lost.
But, in those quiet moments, 
when I feel the sun's warmth on my face, 
I know you're sending me a smile and lighting up my life, once again.


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Just Down the Road

            Just Down the Road


It always seemed to be just down the road,
just out of reach.  It fed a longing, a need,
to travel, if only on the clouds.  So much
seemed so far away then.  That which
was close we wished to be far away from.
Strange how that works, that longing to
explore the unknown, thinking that we know
the known.  I told them I was just going
“down the road”, not knowing where or
what lay in its path.  A vagabond heading
for another place, ”just down the road”,
searching for another reason to believe
that something awaited.  I wonder would
I be as full, or empty, if I had never gone
“just down the road”?  I sit in the same
spot now, weary, wondering, my head
once again in the clouds.  Everything is
somehow – differently - the same.  The
names, the faces, the weathered buildings,
and the dream of “just down the road”.


John G. Lawless
5/5/2014


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Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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Paths We Choose unfinished WIP

Don't ever
Lose sight
Today is where
To believe in yourself

Up before our dawn
You perceive the gray
Not realizing for what I long
And You asked me not to stay

Our life, it seems, has come to an impasse
I choose to love you forever
Resetting our shiny compass
Wishing each other the best

To our own endeavors

rlm '11


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RANDOM THOUGHTS

Today,as i lay impatiently in wait
for my ever elusive headway
regrets and pains awash me

The should have's and could have's
the imbalance of nature
the failures of Mama Africa


Maybe,my optimism is far-fetched
but then,i shouldn't be chastised
for being too much of a believer
in a world that bore so much promise


When did we become faceless?
how did we inherit the alps heart?


The cycle of wrongs seem endless
A soothsayer once said to me
"Hold still,yearn little and hope 
nothing"


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Put The Blame On Me

Put The Blame On Me You know better than anyone that, that you fail me, but that's alright - just put the blame on me. The things that you promise, you soon forgot. You know you betrayed me, knowing that no one could love you, more than I. Now go ahead and put the blame on me. Cover yourself with my pain. tell them that you were not to blame. I have a lot of reasons to despise you, but all I want is - for you to be happy. When you get to the other world - instead of hell, I hope you find glory and a cloud from your memory can forever erase me from your mind. Yes - you can put the blame on me - if you think, that can set you free...


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Trick or Treat

The rubber soles of my sneakers scrape along the sidewalk
as I go down the streets of my small hometown
with only a flashlight and the dim streetlights to illuminate the darkness
I walk my way through piles of scattered dead leaves
jack o' lanterns smile brightly as they sit in window sills
hanging in trees, white sheeted ghosts are stirred by the chilly night wind
paper cut-outs of black cats, witches, and jointed skeletons decorate doors
my vision is distorted by the eye holes of my mask
I can see just enough to find my way to a house
my sneakers thump up the wooden porch steps
with a cold hand I reach out to knock or ring the door bell
I say those three words which earns me my first treat of the evening
no harm done, you will get no tricks or mischief from me
then it is on to the next house and the next welcoming porch light
as Halloween night nears it's end, my bag of treats starts to feel heavy
my feet are tired and sore, yet there are still a few more houses to go....


I hope I can relive these sweet memories someday, with my own children.



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Teasing the Bull

While living on East Street in Grinnell Iowa,

there was this pasture across from our fence,

that had cows and a bull.

They were owned by this farmer,

who we thought was Hitler, at the time

there had been talk that he was still alive.

This was around 1953 or so.  Anyway this farmer

looked like Hitler because he had a moustache

like he did, plus he talked in German, he even combed

his hair like Hitler, we could not understand him at all,

so we were always making fun of him and teashing his bull.

This was not very nice I know and was not a smart thing to do,

but hey we were just some dumb kids.

One day we stepped over the fence,

to see how close we could get to the bull,

I got closer and closer, then I stopped and looked

behind me to see that my friends had left me and

were back in my yard across the fence.  I had been teasing

the bull and he was real mad by this time, then he started chasing me,

I ran like crazy crabbed a hold of the fence, threw my self over,

cutting my hands real bad, but better that, than being mauled by the bull.

My friends thought I was a real hero, they patted me on the back, saying way

to go Jimmy, Just one of the things I did as a kid, wonder I ever grew up.

written 8-8-11


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When she smiles

When she smiles, 
Buds open to flowers

When she smiles
Innocence spreads 

When she smiles
The joyous embraces 

When she smiles
Intoxication descends

When she smiles
Its starts to rain

When she smiles
Moon outshines sun

When she smiles
My heart smiles too

When she smiles
Beauty emerges

When she smiles
Colors dances

When she smiles
Cupid wakes

When she smiles
Poetry becomes

When she smiles
In love we fall

When she smiles


........................

dedicated to the smile of a 'woman', Mature, simple, beautiful, independent yet full 
of love to share and life…, i may want to continue with 'Whisper Beyond Age'


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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



_______________________________
1/7/14
Inspired by Nette Onclaud's Contest:" Into Night's Dwelling"


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I Remember - 1

I remember…
The long rocky finger I lived on that stretched
out from the mainland in the Bay of Fundy and
the soggy little white house covered in ocean brine 
that did its best to shelter us from the great bi-polar Atlantic Ocean
that would on some days roar and thrash and throw itself against 
our rocky foundation, splintering itself into endless liquid shards  
 that would climb high into the sky, then fall on my up-turned face,
drenching me into a state of near hypothermia while cutting into my eyes.

There I would stand, squinting through burning eyes,
 unable to pull myself away from that wrath, when suddenly - 
 the sun would disappear from the sky, causing the air temperature 
to plummet, leaving me shaking like a leaf as the Great roaring Atlantic
 fell silent and laid itself down as flat as a sheet of glass as that massive
 grey monster approached.

Off in the distance, I would hear a  buoy-bell  timidly ringing in a feeble attempt 
to warn me of the  impending danger that was quietly devouring the mainland, 
our little house, and the Great Atlantic, as I stood there  in a fog.



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Beyond what Matters

you breathed rainbows into my skin,

I felt your breath condense
against my pupils, and
streak down my cheeks in rows
of mascara-tarmac strips

but I haven't felt you for weeks.

Your ribs caged me
and I lost myself in the depths of the forest
growing in your gut.

I was a fire of the worst kind, and you
were the winds that blew me between continents,
to burn in people's throats and
teach them to revolt, but
I've never thought of myself as matter- I am gas.

I am the stuff of stars
and Darwin's evolution.
I was built from dust.

Burned into existence by
some natural, explosive force
that grew taste-buds from vapour
and blasted my web of veins from nothing.

you can say I'm the same
as any other corner of this map
we call humanity

but find me someone
who isn't afraid of dying,
and is terrified of their own reflection like I am.

you are a Monet, and I
am just graffiti,
scrawled
on your local skate park
but somehow I manage to enthrall you
with the shine of my hair, or
the taste of my fingertips
every time I catch your eye.

and I, I'm not sure whether you notice
the way my over-grown smile glows
whenever you take my hand, or
hold my waist without asking.
(the part that curls into my hips
the one you find with your fingers
every time I turn away)

I have kissed the sky too many times
for my lips to taste of anything but clouds.

sometimes I just need a break from dreaming,
so I sit outside and enjoy the ash
falling from my teeth, or
drink coffee at two in the morning.

He rotted me.

Now I taste sweet,
like preserved lemons, or 
the trigger guard of your favourite rifle.
I never fancied heavy artillery,
I preferred moths dancing on tiles or
whiling away my time watching light
glancing off the surface of lakes and rivers,

I am too busy to play games
or spend time thinking up things that I don't really mean.

I'm not going to bend or break.
I will sway.


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Immortal Memory - Illusion Of Love

                                                        
                                                              *~*


                                   In my heart, what I thought to be love 
                                         Was simply my own desire
                                                     So brief...
                                Gone before time could tell it even happened
                                                   Like a whisper
                                Barely heard in the shadowy stillness of night

                                        I tell myself it's over, you're gone 
                                               But in the same breath
                                      A voice whispers quietly to my heart 
                                             Assuring me that perhaps 
                                            You may have really cared
 
                                       I tell myself it wasn't meant to be 
                                             But in my remembering...
                                           I find that thought elusive
                                            Too painfully conclusive

                                        It weaves its memory in and out
                            Like a fine needle sewing its fragile threads
                                      Delicately twisting them intimately
                                        Amongst the filigrees of my mind
  
                                The magic was so mysteriously enchanting
                                              I tell myself it's over...
                                        But my heart refuses to listen

                                           My mind says to forget you
                                That no one's worth this kind of sadness 
                                   My soul doesn't need this heartache
 
                                        I tell myself I didn't really care
                                 That it was all just a momentary illusion

                                                             But... 
                                               I never did lie very well 

                                                             *~*


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Deep Purple Dreams Of Calico- And You

                                        *~ Deep Purple Dreams Of Calico And You  ~*
                                                       by anne p murray



Your image appears…
     through a purple-hued haze of silence
weaving its whispered magic spell
     while you re-connect the strings of my heart 

You go about undressing my soul
     as I watch your image drift in my celibate reality
I witness the melody play its lonely tune
     But…
It is absent of the warmth of touch
     for it's only your image I see…
my heart's held hostage by the cry of the songbird 

My unknown lover…
     kidnapped- by the makers of dreams and fantasies
experiencing the uncertainty
     of the child that lies sleeping deep within

Alone…
    with the clever artists of dreams and visions
encountering the forever of my loneliness
    brushing off blurred images of repeated memories 
sleeping to be hugged-dreaming to be loved

Oh yes...
    I've dealt with kings, queens and dragonflies
in the dancing reverie of fragments of my reality
    gliding in and out of the dust of Heaven's stars
sprinkling me with their sweet purple dreams

They make their nightly visits into my fantasies, my thoughts...
    painted by the makers and weavers of dreams
Coming out of their secret, hidden places
    they silently reveal their amethyst, painted masterpieces
lightly kissed in dewy, lavender scented bliss 
    softly swaddled in dream woven swathes...
of deep purple dreams of calico - and you   
 
                                                                  *~*


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Here's to the deadbeat dads

All these years at home, me and my momma alone
Daddy on the run, headed for the sun, he must of been..
Because I obviously wasn't his sunshine

Growing up wishing you were there when I had something to say
But now it's on pause, just like I am to write this
There's no more fightin' it, I hate you daddy
And I love writing it

All the love and hate will come out, I'll be spittin' **** you
And failure out of my mouth. And when I stop talkin'
I'll be in a craze, glaring at him
With my hate my hate and rage gaze

I'll kick up my feet, scuff dirt in his face
Tell him I put weed and lines of cocaine in his place
And enjoy the disgrace upon his face
And tell him that it's his fault for tappin' out in the first place

Left alone in this world of demons
Trying to find my halo in this crazy maze
Raising myself, daddy left
And mommas worrying about her ownself

Life ain't always a perfect song, it skips and studders
Fear, something nothing can cover
My will is what I discovered, feelings uncovered
She starts thinking and wonders

Here dad, I'm gonna use brain
Yeah, I'm a smart ass
Seventeen years later 
And I'm pouring my heart out, at last

Making it my point, I'm taking off my mask
Getting it off my chest, and laying these demons to rest

But **** me and the way I lived
Playing dirty and not letting my emotions show
Couldn't find mine
So I stole someone else's halo

But used it as a frisbee and chased it to hell
Spittin' cards now with cruela di'ville
And I know you're here too, in this fiery hell
I'll find you
And the corner in which you dwell
And when I find you asshole
You won't be slithering no more
I'll take off you're scales one by one
Make you the one who's coming undone

Scatter your ashes on hells front door
Bye daddy, now I'm the one who's leaving
I'll shut it, make sure I slam it
Throw in a **** you and god damn it

God sure damned us alright
But don't worry, I'll be sleeping tight
Nightmares at night, no more
I found my heart at my core

Survivin', tryin'
Leaving this life behind 
And one last thing to the guy
Calling himself my ****ing dad
I'm better than you
And bull*****if I'm gonna let you haunt my mind

End of rhyme, I'm the one
Peacin' out this time.


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Do You Rember Me

Do you remember me?  I remember you.

Days of youth, you were with me every day,

we did so many things together, how could,

you forget our childhood.

Has old age been that cruel to you?

We had a great time, and many good memories

wishing just now that it would all come back to you,

at least I remember you, and you were kind and thoughtful,

as we both aged together.

Written 8-2-11


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Time To Clean House

It's been covered 
by that christmas tablecloth 
for years.
You remember... 
the one with the large poinsettia pattern 
directly in the middle, 
with the cranberry stains decorating 
sporadic spots along the border.

I almost forgot it was here.
I always hoped somehow a magic trick
would be performed while I was away
and it would disappear before I returned.

The years have passed for me
yet as I do the unceremonious unveiling
time seems to spiral backwards until
I'm sitting on the floor 
drowning in a flood of memories.

Yet, 
no more tears come.
Time to clean house.
No more tablecloths to cover the pain.
No more boxes to tuck away 
the memories that are better off forgotten.
No more excuses for not visiting this place.
No more.

This space is clean now
and will remain that way.
Clear of the cobwebs and dust
that have been clouding my vision
for too many years.
The heavy velvet curtains give a groan
(or is it a cheer?)       
as they're thrown open.
Finally, the sun can shine through
and the warmth can be felt
by a heart that was unsure it deserved 
to feel the warmth of the sun.


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Screeching Seagulls

The moon reflects in an oily city puddle.
Cigarette butts float on their back,
hold hands,
and look up at the stars.

I saw your eyes shining.
When a seagull screeched over the bay,
carrying a doomed crab,
like you carried away a piece of me.
A piece indistinguishable from innocence,
remarkably reminiscent of road trips and dark water skinny dipping.
Clothes lying on dry land like our worries,
as we waded in the willingness of wet ears.

When wind blew on bare flesh,
brittle bones froze.
Brittler than peanut candy,
and drenching in viscous reality
like a bull*****baklava,
baked over the flames of rome burning.

I can stare you in the eyes.
Strip naked  with the dissolving cigarette skeletons,
plunge into this shallow lake of spit, pollution, and bitter rain.
Become a ripple through this opalescent cesspool,
disrupt the yellow reflection of the full moon.
For I am more of a man than you knew,
and i can dry off in the air of a cold night.


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The sweet scent of lavender

I won a basket of lavender goodies on a local raffle
It bought a smile to my face
And bought back many memories
Of a lovely lady I once knew

Her husband was a retired GP
She had Parkinson’s Disease you see
She couldn’t be left on her own
He would get on the phone and I would run

She was 83 years old and as bright as a button
I would ‘granny sit’ for her to keep her from harm
Her favourite scent was lavender, and I would always hear her say
Can you get the lavender water for my hands today?

I would gently rub the water onto her gnarled hands
She would smell the sweet scent and smile
And tell me stories of her life
Of happy times and tragedy, the hours spent would fly by

I would hear the same stories time after time
Her mind would wander, but I didn’t mind
I could smile and laugh at the appropriate place
She would shed a tear and I would wipe them from her face

The tragedy in her life was her daughter Rosamund Yvonne
She was born with Down’s Syndrome – even now I can still see her smiling face
Her photo took pride of place on the grand piano
We would look at that faded picture and the old lady would smile

Her daughter passed away at five years old
But still the stories I was told every day
If I smell lavender now it brings back many a memory
Of that lovely old lady and Rosamund Yvonne


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I Smell a Memory Coming On

The scents I remember like hand rolled cigars
Wine cask lined cellars in musty cool basements
Chocolate miniatures nestled in bright candy dishes
Tea leaves and mint steeping in dainty china cups.

Baked goods cooling on the kitchen counter
Roast with potatoes in a rich onion broth
Lilacs and roses lined on back yard fences
Channel #5 clings to grandmother’s sweater

Scents I remember from childhood spent
Fondly reminiscing with a wistful smile
In this sterile world I live in now
What will my grandchildren remember?

No leaves burnt on a cold autumn night
No carcinogens cooked over red hot coals
No second hand smoke that will cling to your clothes
No hairspray, no tea roses, no creams or colognes

No Sundays exploring my old Aunt Ruth’s farm
No chickens or guineas; no old dusty barns
No fresh moved hay or cinnamon apple pies
Just germicide, purified,  Ionic fresh air. 


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In My Grandmother's Day

Nana told me once
how she and Pop-pop
went courting in a
horse-and-buggy.

How quaint I
thought, and was a
bit
amazed how far we
humans have gone--
from a smelly
plodding horse to
crossing
an ocean in an
afternoon six miles
high.

Then Grandma told me
something shocking:
she said they went
out in that carriage
to make love! Nana!
I gasped silently,
until I saw she
meant the words
literally:
my grandparents went
courting to make
the love that would
hold them together
for sixty-three
years...and I am
here
because two young
people took long
buggy rides behind a
tired, smelly horse.


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Only 19

A country boy
from the Yorkshire Dales
overnight an one hit wonder
when appearing on television in the uk's
top pop show.
'Thank your lucky stars'
This country bumpkin
in the big city
five star hotel, limousine, the works
along with an accent to boot
and a new one to learn
from the usa,
'Freddy Cannon' from the deep south
the top act, along with england's finest.
And i was only 19.

Harry Horsman
for Nette Onclaud contest
At this age.


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Old Rail Fence

An old rail fence lingers by the meadow Humbled by the toll of seasons spent Posts erect, still standing at attention Arms outstretched, embracing that which was Many years ago


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Situation Comedy Sketch


The kids in Caroline's
family living room 
gather for snacks, 
lolling around on rug and sofas. 
Girls challenge the boys 
to leg wrestling contests.
 
Chilly out in the late Autumn. 
No leaves on the trees. 
The room warm
soaked in playful experiment,

taken for granted. 
Kathy and Neil 
Caroline and Nolan and Pete
invited, not caring about climate.
 
David arrives by accident.
Caroline a kind girl
greets him not asking for his invitation.
Everyone hears, “Oh no.” 
They feel the cold, the ending. 
David never takes it for granted.


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BOBBY MCGEE - THE POLICE REPORT VERSION

BOBBY MCGEE  -   THE  POLICE REPORT VERSION

Unemployed and destitute in Baton Rouge
Intending to steal an illegal ride on a train
Feeling tired from too much drink
Bobby sexually allured a truck driver to stop
He took us to New Orleans in the rain
I withdrew my harmonica from my filthy scarf
And played  some chords while Bobby sang
For the entire duration of the journey

We lived like hobos from coast to coast
As close croneys and illicit lovers
But she decided  (wisely)
To abandon  me at Salinas
And try for a more meaningful life
I would (foolishly) exchange my entire future
To return to that past hand-to-mouth existence
And especially the illicit sex with her

Freedom simply means all is lost
“Nothing” itself is valueless, therefore free
Feeling good was an easy  option, and that
Seemed sufficient to us both then 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Just a fun piece, written by  a devoted fan of 
Kristofferson,  writer  of many great songs.  
I have tried to paraphrase the story as closely as possible.




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Harvest Time

Honey combs swollen..sticky and sweet
Apples candied or  chopped for  mince meat
Raisins dried from my Daddy's grape vine
Verily I say.. it's again  harvest time..
Eager for Winter and sun shortened days
Storehouses busting we bring in the strays
Tilling and tending ... the work and the grime

Toiling and teamwork.. we receive Harvest time..
Intervals of hours.. of weeks and years
Miles of work.. with blood.. sweat and tears..
Every time to a season.. every season for a time
      ~With our hearts full of gladness.. 
            we celebrate Harvest Time!


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You & Me

Let the me in you
Let the you in me
Be at the very heart
Be the very heart
Of the us in you
Of the us in me.

Let the me in you
Let the you in me
Mate and melt down
To be the very one
To be the only one
They are meant to be.

Let love
Be the main road
Let love
Be the only road
Between you and me.

Let  love
Be the smoothest road
Let love
Be the straightest road
Between you & me.


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bike bells in winter

They drift gently 
down(downed)?
Into the heart they root,
confetti on desperate streets 
glowing like gilded red roses.
Smell them as they chant your songs..
so very often(semi-pure hearted) they keep things(you) aloft,
far above
the stingers 
the biters of early frost.
All the while death's photographic memory
tapdancing,tossing needles. 

You feel you can ride razors, go unscarred.
A pinwheel inside the bubble of sodapop dreams,
live forever's eternity..
the loins of the mind a crisp-confident ball of catnip and tinsel.
Every by-way of everyday doused in gentle flames
every gaze a swaying mosaic of prarie flowers...
                  but the sun is but a blemish to storm... 
the downy gaze is but a concrete stare, 
the eyes of hope glancing off yesterday
when trails were filled with bike bells and pulse.
Petals of just being, brushed beneath tender chins
we both liked butter and blurry stars... and we kissed...
clumsily -chiptoothed - pure               
                  and 
sediments of love and living will devolve,
wings tend to become claws
flight into crawl...
an uncomfortable lavender.
Paths will rut, become trough 
become.. 
cold 
canyon
flash flooding crashing. 
Broken flowers cascading under the chin
butter turns
rancid 
crows barking,
"I told you so-should have listened to father,
when he begged you to slow down
sip slowely and breathe.
    
The silk of naive leads to brushfires in the mind
everything given to scorch...
the hills the troughs
we (the survivors) hang from trees
groping the dark
to descend to the bones of things once loved
of things once cherished
of things now hated 
of things avoided
things that lay dead..
a plague of darknesses bred
in the silences 
of  
hopeless.
The lullaby raped into hoarsness, 
like bike bells in winter.


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Pumpkins

Baby.
You are so simple. September. You can fit in my tiny hands. 
Green and yellow decorate. White streaks. Tiny bugs.
You are a child like myself, but one day you will grow and die.
And I will forever be here, nothing but a child.
You are humble, and quite. Tough. Thick skin on the infant.
Many mistake you for ugly. I know you are joyful, my pumpkin. 

Pumpkin Patch.
First grade.
October.
Cold. Crisp. Clear.
Vivid. Orange, ocher yellow. Dirty dirt as far as the eye can see. 
Purple blue and grey stain the skies with awkward mountains. 
Plump, pure. This is a right of passage. An awakening of autumn.
Dry brittle and broken the hay lays flat. 

Jackolantern.
Black dark through the window. This is night. 
Laughing with knifes. One two three four. Yellow and red spots so small make this orange. 
Draw. This is easy. This is fun. I am young. 
Pale innards cover the kitchen. Cover our hands. This is family.
Black triangles. Ridged teeth. Fic the bic and there’s the light. 
It is late. The dead dog whines. Those trees sway. 
Dream of funny faces and sweet pie. Hot wax drips onto the porch.


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Regrets

Once, love dreamed of,
I used to write her name
by mine, in hope she’d notice
Over and over, again, again, again.

She’d look with radiant smile
I’d do same
Would pass me by
Repeatedly, again, again, again.

Two doves we were,
both tender hearts so tame
Shy to speak
In dreams I’d call (your name) again, again, again.

So it came to be
There was no lover’s lane
As we lived our lives alone
Memories recalled – regrets, again, again, again.


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Stone walls

Through time stood this imagery of power:
steadfast in the glory of ages gone by,
now forgotten, abandoned by all memory
concealed in the surrounding fog.

Some stones toppled,
some edges crumbled,
some windows cracked,
the bells fallen,
the moat run dry,
the throne empty.

Alluring, the mysteries of its past.
Tempting, the passages hidden beneath.
Curious, the adventures of its inhabitants.

Who might have built such simple magnificence?
Why in this dark and ominous forest?
Is solitude the purpose of its existence?

Rough stone against the soft, grey sky,
Does your past ring with laughter, or a cry? 


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The Bomber and the Bombshell

She broke down 
Like a Ford in a storm 
Anything to garner a reaction 
Who could resist that pretty little red dress, 
Soaked, and covered in oil? 
Not anyone I knew, 
And I knew myself well. 
I slowed to a lame dog's pace 
to get a better look 
As she pulled a rusty iron 
From a burlap bag in the boot.
She very well coulda been 
Holding a Bible 
She looked so sorry. 

I changed in a phone booth 
Quick like the wind to her back 
And flew in on my red n' blues. 
A bomber makes a fine umbrella 
For a roadside Stella. 
And, by starlight she watched 
An artist in his element. 
She did her best to shield me 
With our leather lean-to 
As my hands made 
Their way under the skirt 
Of the broke lady; 
Handled with a delicate firmness 
Only experience can bestow.
I knew what I was doing. 

Graciousness was God's gift 
To her it seemed, 
As she lit a cigarette to 
Spite the rain 
And pressed it to my lips; 
my hands were spoken for. 
A look and a smile 
Was all I could muster as 
The deluge made quiet 
The victorious purr 
The old beast let out in relief. 
"Thanks" with a kiss to my cheek 
Was the moment I knew. 
She scurried off to slam the door 
Before I realized she was gone. 
I was gonna miss that jacket.


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Voodoo Mask

Haunting, oh so haunting,
  Hanging --
On the wall over the chair;
  Hanging --
Made of ‘hogany...
Mahogany with human hair; 
  A relic,
      With an icy stare.


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Summer Rain

The purple and grey clouds
come like giant airships
baptizing the veld with millions of drops
falling gently like feathers

The plants dance merrily 
earth sings a serenade of thanks


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Focus

Focus…

I know it’s over but I don’t want it to end
I’m closing my eyes to try and live it all again
In this frame of mind scenes are leaving me speechless
And again just like the other night I’m looking for the words

I’m a mass of mixed emotion with too much happening at once
It’s easy come easy go for the pleasure to live
In and out of the darkness watch my energy surge and fade
You can look into my eyes and see the shadow rising

I’m breaking up and down, shredding up those nerves of steel
Can I break any new ground by telling you how I feel?
Neither happy nor sad, kind of numb without emotion
I’m very indifferent now,
And it has become very hard to focus


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Earthbound

I will remember whispers on the breeze.
Perfumed incense, honeysuckle sighs.
Firelight smouldering
Earthbound spirits draped in starlight.
Dark’ning skies
Reflecting maiden moon.
 
I will remember voices in the storm.
Shadows cloaked in midnight promises.
Swirling silver streams.
Earthbound spirits weaving dreams of 
Dark desire
Reflecting moonless night.
  
I will remember echoes on the wind.
Serpent smiles, mistress of enchantment.
Belladonna eyes.
Earthbound spirits sacrificing 
Tears of blood
Reflecting changeling moon.

I will remember, shadows in the mist.
Your gentle voice a distant memory.
I sense your presence
Earthbound spirit dancing through the
Veil of death
Reflecting endless twilight.


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As I lay Upon Mother earth

Wishful thinking
rests upon soft summer 
butterfly wings
warm breeze
swims across my body
taking with it
my
thoughts, dreams,wishes
now they float, high
above the endless 
clouds, like seeds
from an empty 
dandelion stem
suns rays
wrap me in an invisible
blanket of comfort
tiny, speckles of wet
dew drops from morning
when God kissed the ground
As I lay, feeling
the touch of mother earth
I drift to dream freely
my Native ancestors
dancing and chanting
the songs of my people
the Chickasaw
A sudden itch on my nose
brings me back to the present
and as my sleepy eyes lift
from crescent slivers 
to full dark chocolate moons
I watch as a monarch
dance across my face
and kisses my cheek with
its powdery wing
as it travels
above the endless clouds
like the dandelion seeds


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The Stupidity of me...Self evaluation. [again]

Sometimes you think, but
OH NO!!!
How wrong you are,
What you perceive and hope for is nothing, NOTHING
but a hollow dream, a twisted illusion-a fantasy.
To think that you would have any worth what so ever
to think that anyone would reciprocate feelings that you make believe
that you hope and wish for
NO!
NO!
It is too bad for no one, NO ONE DOES!!!
You are pathetic, a pitiful, lost and decrepit soul
The feeling you hope and dream for are not there
They NEVER existed...
You are a fool to assume,
to presume.
stupid, STUPID,STUPID FOOL
Victim of mixed reactions- not a good excuse.
Accept our place LOSER
LOW LIFE
PATHETIC 
INCOMPETENT
FILTH
WORTHLESS
human....
you there, looking at me from the opposite side of the mirror...
this is you:
Your Name: Vincent
Category: FAILURE
Future:NONE
Possible Outcome: Premature DEATH
Relationship status: REJECT
Self Respect: Null & Negative
Self Motivation: Null & Negative
Life Expectancy: 1/2 to 1 year
Self Evaluation: Not Worth the Time...

This is you...me.
You the poor, sweet guy no one likes
the person who is soon left behind and forgotten.

This is the Stupudity of you...
Naive, innocence that has long been obsolete
your analysis of things, lacking of any substance
worth
an antonym of yourself...
stupid...


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Ocean's Love Affairs

Glistening peaks of waves in the moonlight,



soft and tender lapping at water 's edge 



as the beach welcomed the incoming.



Anticipating the velocity of tidal thrusts,



sands quivering shifting limbs nervously



as wave after wave bombarded the shoreline.



Lost in motion all indifferent to the cry of pebbles 



as waves incessantly lashed rugged rocks 



while sea sprays pampered their anguish 



from the chiseled process of sculptured stones. 



Propulsion of heavy ocean waters entering,



filling every cavern with rocket motions as air



forced out in tensed release culminating



in the screams of blowholes.







In the aftermath, leaving a heady sparkling



trivia of tiny bubbles bursting with joy.







Glistening tears on her cheeks, she waited 



Winds whipping her face while dread aged 



her breathing as each desire vacillated.



Waiting, yearning for his kiss, that soft touch



of cool sea-mist brushing her lips,



the musky smell of him massaging



her every sense with heady erotic aromas.



As dawn broke, dreams of unrequited love 



also shattered against razor-sharp reefs



leaving in splinters, micro-chips from his 



wooden heart with coded messages for each 



beach damsel awaiting his next surfing of local nets. 



Whispers of breakers as tide neared rising, 



dwindling hopes of ever birthing her silent 



longings, moulding his pleasures with her being.







Waves took not only her hopes but also his shifty



footprints, leaving only froth on fickle sands.   








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A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


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Death In Life

“Actually, I’d rather not” I thought. 
“Go through all that hassle for what?”
Nobody answered.
The chairs were empty and the phone line dead.
A cracked shell on a bed of feathers,
I heard the crickets sound.

A glistening pearl hung from the jewellery box,
reflecting the silver of the moon.
Icy winds, forced their way through the cracks
and I felt the cold seep slowly into my chest.
I’ll never forget that night because of how empty it all seemed.
And you, you just walked right into my hole,
singing a song about life
watching my eyes for the shadows of a tune.




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My cobain smile

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

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

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

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

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

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

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

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

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

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

Water 
Floods my lungs 
Death 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 


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Ottawa Beach

Seagulls soar
on a whispering west wind.
Waves flow
onto shoreline of white warm sand
and sandcastles grace the beach.

The sun looks down on its worshipers
from a billowing sky of blue and white.
A butterfly lands
on a wooden chair
and children laugh.

Noisy jet skis
powered by gas and testosterone
cleave the pristine sea,
while sailboats lazily drift
like swans on a rural pond.

On a midsummer day,
we drink in the nectar
of a Lake Michigan beach.


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God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…


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In Lost Time

I write to you my self, 
Sending you myself 
With words that I long for you
Need you and care about you 
Hope you, miss you, and want 
To share my heart, my life 
With you, all these written
On a piece of paper 
Capsule in time, in a bottle 
On the way to you
Somewhere some time
You shall get it. 
Floating across 
The seven seas
In lost time…


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Hate the Time When You Came

I keep thinking often:
How you gave me company
When I needed one most;
Friendship came, when you 
came,
There was bliss, fondness and 
joy--
It was light when you stood-
by--
I was happy--the world stood 
with me...

Then you changed...
I was baffled...
I didn't know how to react;
All this while when you 
ceased to speak with me
I tried to make my 
aquaintance
With the new you...

I never was disregarding--
Only needed you to 
understand
And wanted to understand 
only you...
The World hated me when I 
tried to do so:
I didn't realize,
When that for your 
consideration I worked,
I disregarded the world
And you disregarded me...

Not very long ago, times 
changed--
Some things changed again--
Somehow your hatred for me 
changed,
Though not of your own 
accord...
You had almost deserted me, 
but came back;
Once again, I don't know why 
I found hope...

But then, when I most 
needed you,
You left a second time,
Leaving me maimed--
My life ruined--
You left me changed,
And now I despise you....


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Summer Life as a Kid

Sweet Summer breeze
scraped n' bruise covered knees
sidewalk chalk marks on your jeans
torn clothes, worn as badges of Adventure
popsicle stained lips
secret crush kisses
Summer life as a kid
I truly miss it

Snatching fireflies from the skies
watching sunsets dashed with
cayenne pepper cotton candy
clouds
Sunnies nibbling toes
filled with stale bread from mom
kick the can, truth or dare, hide & go seek
mud pie smiles, warm chocolate chip cookies to eat
Summer life as a kid
I truly miss it

Grandmas sweet tea conversations on the porch
covert midnight campfires with friends
from spying little sisters
Ghost stories to tell, marshmallows to toast
climbing trees, fairy tale dreams
being the first one picked
for the kickball team
Summer life as a kid
I truly miss it


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School days

The busy hours at nine, running at the last minute. Those never ending classes now i miss them in every minute.. Give me back my school days is the only thing to say. Let me go to school for once, that's the only prayer i pray. The heap of lunch boxes and the rush for the recess break, give me back my school days is the only wish to make. Last night study and crying for buddy, i really miss them all teachers question and empty faces makes me laugh when i recall getting a star or a zero makes no difference right now, i wanna have my school days back please give it to me somehow...


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The Old Class Room

My old class room may I always

remember the memories you

gave me so many years ago.

How could I forget you Miss Johnson

my 3rd grade teacher, the teacher

I ever had, who made me believe in myself,

teaching me so many things that I never forgot.

You were my teacher at Davis Grade School

in Grinnell Iowa, who was a friend

to a shy little kid, who all the other kids made fun of,

because I was the new kid in class.

Would like to go back to Davis Grade School

and pay the old class room a visit, knowing

that you have been gone for many years now,

I will never forget you Miss Johnson or that

old class room.

Written 8-15-11


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Time

Time. 
A challenge all of mankind faces, but yet I feel so alone. 
How am I supposed to deal with this?
Is there a book written that tells me how I can face the omnipresent calendar, who judges my character when I fail to meet his deadlines?
Because when I slow down I have to remember. 
The world doesn't stop with me.
It continues. 
Seasons and people change and go. 
They don't wait for me.
I am moving forward, trying to evolve into a butterfly. 
But to this fat caterpillar, it seems impossible.
The world never stops. 
It doesn't give me a chance to breathe. 
A chance to worry about the person I'm becoming.
A chance to change my ways and realize what lies ahead. 
A chance to look up into the skies above.
Above me, what is above me?
Is there a god, mocking me, preventing my transformation?
Or is there a glass faced clock, ticking slowly, begging me to bide my time.


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On Dad

 
As the sawdust rises
The morning mist embraces
A  lonesome cruiser in his white car
Which resembles a dove...
Cruising the seas!

He drives on with his beautiful  children
Whom he loves with all his heart..
With a loving smile and a handshake,
He greets everyone he meets on the way
...And so he cruises on all his life!

Sadly and silently now, he has travelled
Into the heaven above.
Where he lives on in all the heavenly glory!

And do you know...?
Even GOD knows that-This was a Man-so true to his words!


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The Camouflage Had Spoken

You said there was a miss when I dwell within your recesses
You said there was a timeless when we ran into a quest

Chanting soul written on the piece of paper
As I believed lost be spoken bluntly in its verses
Chanted the insecurity
Uttered solely within the gust of melancholy

You say we are the world
We are the future and past
Camouflage finally revealed by the courtesy silence of yours

Your words which dispossessed by reality and not materialize  by the time
Your words which led to nothing but vain on a rhyme

Now we simply deprecated
Like dusts rippled on a flat surface atop the old album

As easy as it forgotten by you
To forget about who you are, who I am
To forget about the holder of the past
And now the throne is all yours

If time willingly to sacrifice its seconds
And roll back its ages wheels to the day of my times
I'd grab the vision where I stood and gazed upon this time


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                                                   3rd PLACE                                                  
                                               November's poem
                                      Contest Judged:  11/26/2012
                                    Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A

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Softly

I think I’m starting to realize 
How much I took for granted 
As time goes by, and heartache 
I hear your voice softly… 

I didn’t know how to love you 
All I know is that I wanted to 
Now that we’re apart 
The clock ticks on, softly… 

I wish getting over you 
Was easier than this 
Perhaps it’s because you 
Touched my heart softly… 

Parting is such sweet sorrow, 
When the pain comes too soon 
Loving smiles turn into something else 
As time passes none too softly… 

When the skies turn 
like gray, dust inside my mind 
and then the rain comes, 
dripping to the ground, softly… 

Now whenever I see a rose 
Or think of springtime breezes 
I see your eyes in my mind 
The tears fall softly… 


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a prime rose

The weakened soft thoughts lay humble 
within future coats 
a darkened past tracks scampered shines 
forth a morning of immortal moved elements 
it will bring away 
a prime love can't be replaced 
and thus it comes 
a very open hide light of it's first sight 
in pursued windows of no time 
sun anyway goes down and hot as hell 
by age 
gray visions,left behind in desire, 
revealed 
delicious empty shades of dawns 
filds or doors 
just dusk doors 
and spilled life only are 
these present words 


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MONDAY'S RAIN

I’ve been lost all these years
in time across the ocean,
a license to yearn
a litany of emotion.
Youthfulness to burn
in a life of devotion,
an intellect to earn
an ideal, a whim a notion.
Hazy days to remember
A hillside to laze upon
sunrise in harmony
Sailor fields to gaze upon.
Jiving with bees
the foxie on the label
reams of remembrance
a pint on the table.
Together!  We made it
the good times, the pain
someone to walk with
in Monday’s rain!

Copyright 2000
Harry J Horsman 2000


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remembrance

once in a little while from cloud-darkened brows burst the sunshine of your smile, warming my bones, rain-drenched as they are. spear my heart with slivers of your smile. charge me with the electrifying frankness of your eyes, and i will go down to the ends of the earth for you. when all else is gone into numbing, hollow sadness such as wrought by distance, indifference, or forgetting, only the trace of your smile remains, bringing warmth and light like a radiant morning, greeting a still-sleeping world and a bright new day.
(4/11/1986)


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Rite Spot

Many years ago, sister, our

dog shep and I would take a trip

up to the rite spot, which was up

the railroad tracks a ways.

During summer months a very

enjoyable walk, not so in winter,

but sister had to have her Pepsi,

so up we would go, we would take

our empties back to get our refund

from our depoist which in turn paid

for the new six pack of Pepsi.

We also bought our milk and other little things

there.  The Rite Spot also served as a Diner

for weary train travelers.

Great memories there, they closed it down

many years ago, so sad, but time moves on.

Written 8-8-11


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TWELVE DOLLARS, UNLESS PRICED DIFFERENTLY

Pure femininity glitters in a display  
at the antique shop, faux and filigreed,
yet I’m entranced by each piece 

of vintage confectionary, whimsical 
crystal and lucite creations. Brooches 
pin me down, shamelessly, with their 

gilded swirls of former attachments. 
A peacock preens one imperial feather,  
bluish green, observed by a silver turtle

who winks its onyx eye. When the cameo  
makes an appearance, somewhat shyly,
it seems to startle an out-leagued poodle

which still bark-les ever so becomingly. 
Two butterflies compete for my appraisal, 
shimmering in the low showcase, beside

a porcelain rose that clings to yellowed
lace. Under glass, the fanciful speak of 
mad money, slipper chairs, suffragettes. 

One unruffled owl refuses to tell who-who
wore the wreath of faded forget-me-nots or
the enamel heart a new beau once bought.

I look closer, almost count the tears, the
fine patina of women’s riddled years and
the remnants of love held by adornments. 

Oh, I wish I could unclasp each sentiment, 
free breastplate ornaments, now forlorn, 
for all badges of honor should be worn.  




*This was inspired by Francine Robert's Whimsical contest and I dedicate this poem to her. For you, toots. Thinking of you.

PS- I went adjective crazy. LOL. Ah, well. It felt sooooo good! Like bonbons!


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Drought

The magic spell binds the air,
thirsty trees shriek in silence,
animals wander in the river beds,
waiting for the rain.

We all wait anxiously,
man ,birds and beast,
with one single purpose
praying for the rain.

The roads are dry and dusty,
the housewives are unhappy,
dust gathers everywhere,
but  still there is no rain.

Suddenly the pregnant clouds appear,
birds flying madly in the sky,
we thought god had heard our cry,
but he was just passing by.
Oh how we long for the rain.

©2013 Christine Phillips


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Saturday

Sit back, relax. 
Put on Jason Mraz
Hot coffee, cold weather
Lethargy clouds the air
like the dizzy smoke
from Larry's dope.
The window is The Window
to the world outside.
As is moves and slides
at its rushed and blurry pace.
It's a slow day, a day to
forget the distress 
and become fearless, 
feel quite careless.
For once.
The week has done
its worst and none
of us will hurt
the quiet, blurt
our troubles,
pout for pity. 
No, not really.
Cos it's Saturday
and that is the day
to sit back, relax
and put on Jason
Mraz.


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Mysterious Woman A Portrait

With the eyes open, yet closed, 
She sees her Lord, in meditation
Mysterious woman, & my thoughts
Drawing pencil, bringing life to paper
Emotions of serenity and peace
Amidst the nature’s embrace


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REPOTTING ME

Constantly is one Contacting you is keeping alive And loving you despite the distance Is a gentle rain Rapidly to dampen Loneliness that hamper and threatens Thus, energizing and maintaining Our LOVE And repotting, therefore is for existence And likens a life supporting device.


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The Antique Shop

The small antique shop beckons to me as if calling my name I hurry to enter with great anticipation The chime above the door provides an eerie greeting The store is aglow with articles of times past I pass from aisle to aisle my eyes darting from relic to relic I see high top shoes with white laces I see brushes and combs with pearl handles I see pictures in boxes of families in fine clothes I see a doll in the corner eyes staring blankly ahead I see worn dresses on racks with lace collars and bows My journey through time continues as I move on in haste I see a stringless violin in a black scuffed up case I see silverware with fine bone handles I see pocket watches with long golden chains I see hundreds of tiny bottles that once held fine fragrances I see scratched phonograph records strewn hither and yon I see fine tools of the trade in hand crafted cases I see rows of fine china all hand painted with care I see a faded picture of a child with long golden hair Suddenly I pause as my mind starts to reflect Everything before me shelters a story of long ago They are not useless items that I view but the relics of lives past Each article once the personal possession of a living breathing soul With a new respect for the articles before me I move on Ghostly images of faces now accompany each piece that I see If I purchase just one it must be displayed with the utmost dignity For its original owner will have bestowed its care to me I leave the shop with my new treasure all neatly wrapped The chime above the door signals my departure The stale aroma of the shop is replaced by the cool evening air Life, as fragile as the tiny piece of crystal that I carry, goes on Copyright 2007 Charlie Gragg


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Time Traveller

You perforate my normality 
with snap-shots of the past. 
Images of yesteryear form 
a slide show which interjects, 
dove-tailing, sneaking in to 
the now with the stealth of 
the stealthiest fox. 

Distracted from the present 
my mind meanders down-stream, 
pausing at a bridge arched over now 
and then. Remembering when I was younger, 
carefree, flitting between hearts, 
scattering the lovelorn in my wake 
like sown seeds, lost, never harvested. 

Then flippancy of youth. The transience. 
Easy come easy go - 
before the burden of emotion takes its toll. 
My fickle fingers touched your heart - 
then dropped it, hot potato-like; 
craved for then petulantly discarded, 
out of fashion, gone, onto the next ..... 

Yet here you are merging then with now. 
You found me somehow, and I you. 
Back to the future.  Time travelled 
and catapulted into familiarity. 
The perforation of normality. 
Present in the present with the steel 
of the steeliest fox. 



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

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


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I just had a few drinks

I just had 
a few drinks
raindrops
on the glass
teardrops on the window
and two teary eyes
we had our moments
we had 
and some fights
couples argue
lovers just fight
thats how they find out
together
apart...

I had a few drinks
i saw your eyes
a few teardrops
and i'm totally drunk...


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Despair in Love,Love in Despair

Why do i find solace in my loneliness
But find sorrow with those wit whom i share the same blood
Why do i hide behind these fake smiles of happiness
When this sorrow and unrest washes over my soul like a flood

Its pathetic how i'm laughing on the outside
Laughing at how everyting is all right
While i'm crying and dying on the inside
Not wanting anyone to see my sad sad plight

Why is it that i continuosly distance myself
from those who are or try to get close
I see love as nothing more than a drug 
that people are addicted to the point of overdose

I am one who finds solace in despair
in sorrow,in sadness,in darkness

I am one who feels pain in love
I see it as evil like a vulture,instead of pure like a dove

Love can build,but it can also destroy
It takes away everything,all of the joy

Despair may seem like incarnated bitterness
But its there to comfort in the face of loneliness

I find myself wishing for the company of the feeling of melancoly
Its as if i can't function without it

Like a flower without an ounce of water
Could this feeling be,truly be love

I see that in the end,that i find myself in a paradox
A large cell with many locks

Two sides of the same coin

Love and Despair,Despair and Love

Despair in Love,Love in Despair

I can't make it disappear
Don't want to make it disappear


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Only to remember

ever since I could remember

an age of mind so tender

a complement to illusory surroundings

came to find out

the world of doubt

crippled from the neck up

hasty from the neck down

from crawl to flight

layover after layover

through time’s passing

no destination

no expiration

if and when

then, why

because, would be convoluted

until numb is eradicated

and this was future’s present moment

only to remember


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ANCIENT HILLS

Boldly slashing the horizon
Your distant blue peaks 
great 
beacons
Beacons of hope, beacons 
of love
Beacons of unyielding 
greatness
Beacons of strength.
From you spring our noble 
gardens
Of smiling blue roses
Growing defiantly on bare 
rocks
Steadily sparring many giant 
thorns.

These ancient hills
Motherly cradling a 
pampered 
race
Of me, of you, of these 
steadfast 
people
Proudly flooding the promise 
land.

I cry within a foreign soil
For just another sip of your 
gentle 
river
But soon, yes soon
When the winds blow south
I shall find my way once more
To your homely sunlit 
summit.


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The Beauty of Innocence

   The Beauty of Innocence
The Innocence of open eyes,not just pretend ,but unaware of any lies,
She opens the world around her as she surprises the obsesses of the prime,
Holding on to the world that she does not even know she owns, until she finds herself in flight,
Too soon she will be gone, the beauty of Innocence shows to all who know,
The last dance to a new song,a last word of perfect poem,
I saw here there, under full moon,her shadow illuminated brighter than a shallow pool
I felt her love ,silently I could not keep my eyes off her,
Just as the flowers I could not pick or the showers I did get wet,
Her memories- even so long ago,I can still see,when I close my eyes,at certain times.


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The Corner of my Garden

In the corner of my garden
There is a patch of untouched nature
No trimmed edges or neat hedges
Here beauty is free to roam
Tiny marigold pops gingerly around
The solitary angelic daisy
Hibiscus droops from the nearby bush
A shade for me to rest
And here as I lie on the lacy grass
And see the rays filtering down
I see the doves mating dance
On the branches of the Gulmohar
I close my eyes in contentment
As a two-winged visitor
Brings a little bit of perfume
From the roses in the garden next door

*Gulmohar- a flowering tree native to India.
20/3/13


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somebody did me wrong

what is interesting
is that
i feel like 
all the others
that say...

"i know just how
you feel"...you know...
those recovered 
ones that are
o.k..now.

i want to tell them
that i am not o.k.
cannot they see i
can hardly 
open my eyes
but for the tears
that are streaming
down my face.???

oh, my darling
i see you everywhere
that you aren't;
but even more painfully
i see you
where you are.


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The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert



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What Will I Be

What will I be?
When the flowers of spring shrivel in upon themselves,
Cradling their heads like the sick,
the elderly,
the lost.
Every line of faces I’d once known
withering away to pruning beings,
left in sun too long.
When each ocean has dried up,
leaving nothing but ancient salts,
somber and decayed to debris and dirt.
Every memory I’d once had,
falling from an empty skull
without lips, or ears, or eyes.
As flesh clings to hollow bones rotting beneath the weight of soil,
heavy on such a sunken chest,
carrying those heavy, lonely burdens.
When the smoldering stars extinguish in a flash of smoke and stardust,
and the remnants of every wish on comets
billows down from the sky to my hands.
What will I be?
When fatal disease courses through your worn veins,
and recollections slowly begin to cease
as you sway further and further into blurring lands.
Meanwhile my heart grows heavy with every last breath you take,
every last word you manage,
and every faint beat of your heart becomes
the march of death as it slows,
to lead you where I’ll never reach.
What will I be?
When every single touch,
and smell,
and sight,
and taste,
and sound
of everything I knew,
spills like sands from shattered glass,
never to be forged again to something I could hold.
What will I be?
When everything I know is gone.


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Remembering the Past

Sometimes you have to go back in time,

with your mind, remember those good old days

in order to know what you have now.

Some would rather just forget those days,

but for you not to remember them is taking away

everything you have done in your life,

what was the point in living?  If you can't

remember the past.  We are not to live

in the past, but to hold on to it, so we don't

forget.  Memories are a good thing to have,

good or bad.

Written 8-15-11


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Vague Memory

You said you’d wait forever…
I never saw when forever passed me on the streets…
You said you’d love me forever…
The other day, your love walked away from me…
You said you’d always be there for me…
Where are you now…
You said you’d always be in love with me…
And now, your just vague memory…


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Alone

The warm concrete kissed my cheek
when I had finally stopped falling

and I lay there, 
at peace in the sunshine,
bruises on my knees and
scrapes on my hands
bleeding oh so quietly

while I sang my uplifting songs of gratitude.

It's finally happened,
I met the ground,
The world quit spinning
all around
The clock just stopped
The pain just quit
I just embraced my moment
while my throat was slit

I sang and sang and lay and prayed,
My time has come, it's over now, bless my soul
forgive my sins
--scratch that--
I don't give a sh**

Just leave me be, here on the ground
Let me sing without a sound

Let me be at peace 
In my effortless glow
Let me have my minute
Of being alone.


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The full moon waxing

The amazing way we came to know
We each had some place else to go

where eternal sparks of passion’s fire
too hot to quench with earthly flesh

We understood our wants and needs
Taking eternity into account
never crossed our minds
when we evaluated our lives

We now step back and evaluate
our relationships
our accomplishments
and believe in our choices

We live a life our parents
could not even imagine
but the one thing they taught us
still holds true... the children are the most important thing.

rlm '08


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Alzheimers

Raintears run down
the cabin window,
and the lights go dim
for departure.

It's twilight here
on the ground and the sun
has just set behind
the western mountains.

The plane taxies around in the rain
for its takeoff run.
In a few minutes we will be up there
in the pearlescent clouds
attempting to catch the sun
with the same success I had
catching memories the last two days.

On down the runway now,
a little hitch,
and we've left the ground,
good-bye, my mother, forever.

We fly over darkening roads,
lights just turning on,
that I had traveled earlier
in a groundling's stupor,
filled with the images of 
a slow morning on the porch.

The air was cool and the sun
was warm on our faces as
we sat there,
you and I.
I knew it was the last time and
I think maybe sometimes
you knew it too.

We watched the world go by
and you tried to remember
from moment to moment
who I was.

So I made one last attempt 
to grab some memories
out of the deep,
and place them
at your feet.

Shared moments, shared jokes,
shared times and places, some you fumbled,
but, for awhile you began to make connections,
and remembered and 
I was ecstatic that
you were still there.

I held back my tears
so that you wouldn't see
how hard this was for me.
Yet, I could see the strain on your face
as you fought, as you always had,
to give me all your best.

I knew then, I had to let you go.
It was selfish of me
to hold you in this world,
that you would not remember
in an hour.

I sit here safe, flying into a storm.
And you down there,
head into the unknown.
My plane races into the light,
just ahead of the night.
Good-bye, my mother, forever.


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little pale lies


sometimes, i get a wave of sadness over me.

i love you, and i want to be with you,

but

you deserve someone

a little less neurotic

and

a little more normal.

someone who is honest when she whispers, “I’m so happy”

under the covers.

you make me happy.

but you shouldn’t have to change me like that.


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Ambrosia

Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first


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Ever since

From my place,
I saw your face,
I saw your eyes with love substance,
I saw your hands are calling me to dance,
To fill myself in,
To feel your heart beating, then..
To fly and fly in endless space,
To touch your lips,
And stamp a kiss,
To whisper you .. I loved you ever since


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Chose friendship, No fight

Come, lets play in the rain, dirty dancing
the way you move drives me nuts, Insane!
Expensive purse, leather coat soaked 
in the conditions. I dip you, we hydroplane
 
I feel like I am in heaven,
found a purpose.

I digress!!

Once an obsession, 
A friendship at a cross road
love the complication,

Timing was not right.
Stars had not aligned,
chose friendship,
no fight!

Years pass, the occasional brunch
A matinee, oh and that luncheon
at a downtown cafe'.
Strolled the streets
downtown Salt Lake City,
Olympics!
Drunk, acting crazy
Two arrogant young adults
falling in love!

Stars had not aligned
timing was not right
I chose friendship
no fight!

Years pass and we email
talk on the phone.
Relationships fail
now we are both grown

I regress!

It feels like a dream,
drug induced,
on cocaine.
I smell through the rain
that sweet lavender lotion!
I caress, we dance 
in slow motion.

The stars may have aligned
timing could be right!
Once started out a friendship
blossomed into kinship!

Now I fight!!



Jared Pickett
2/14/2014
Asavvy1


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Meditation

After a hard day, I relaxed in the shower.
I bent over and let the warm water run.
As it began to penetrate my body I turned
it to very hot.  The pleasure rose immensely. 

AFTER a very trying experience I needed time.
A HARD thing, to squeeze in sometimes.  

The DAY to day, mundane, obscenity 
we call work.  Five days and a handshake
from which I have to wipe the drool as 
soon as I can before RELAXING a bit,
IN THE SHOWER.

The immense pleasure of almost 
scalding hot water, started me thinking 
of how lucky and blessed I really am.
It’s good to reflect on such things, to keep 
from getting all BENT out of shape.  

To dwell OVER things without reminding 
oneself that this was the way it really was
is a good way to end up in a mental state.
If we think about the good things AND LET
THE  WARM feelings run through us like 
soaking in a nice hot furo with the steam 
rising through the WATER on a cool night, we 
begin to get the picture.

It is very hot.  The pleasure rises.
As I RUN the memories through my 
mind and AS the many things I have shared 
in life BEGAN TO PENETRATE the corners of
all capacity to maintain composure, 
tears welled readily as MY BODY began
to react to the memories.  

Quickly I TURNED a simple process into 
a healing meditation.  IT proved to be 
something I do often when I 
feel the need TO take a VERY HOT bath.  

It is amazing how THE PLEASURE of one’s 
own company often is beneficial, and should
not be taken lightly.  I ROSE to a higher plane 
of understanding of my inner self that day,
and am now IMMENSELY more comfortable 
just being me. 

Mar 5 2012 Charles Henderson
for Debbie Guzzi’s Et Cetera Contest
    


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The Shower

The cascading shower streamed down on her silken wet locks
She laughed as the water playfully tumbled across her body
The feel of the water, warm and inviting soothing and sensual
The smell of jasmine and honeysuckle from soft soapy suds
She tossed her head seductively as her lover joined her there
His wet strong hands soon reached out to caress her breasts
As he pulled her close and gently kissed her young tender ripe lips
She looked at this Adonis and once again marveled at his beauty
His arms enfolded her in an overwhelming passionate embrace
They were as one, saturated in water, soap, perfume and desire
Her body quivered from every pore from his gentle erotic touch
But he was but a dream long gone and she was once more alone
No longer the temptress, instead a 90 year old woman remembering love.


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Wisdom as I walked by

How many goodbyes must one try to oblige by,
If I had never uttered such word; then I wouldn't exist,
Maybe if I hadn't tried to play such a big role, then maybe just maybe, 
I can live without greeting a salutation to a day


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A mothers love

She left me in the empty darkness
So lost in the world I search for her,
An invisible force drags me to the forlorn eagle,
Both our chains bond together
And Eagle and I entwine our souls, 
Thus we embark on our desperate journey,
We ascend over peaked rising mountains,
And failing White clouds,
Searching for the unknown piece,
That has chained us to the ground,
Gazing through his eyes in the sky, we see her,
We watch her nurture the flowers on the land,
So provoked we christen to her in the weightless air,
Sensing my voice she lifts her porcelain head,
Familiar of her smile I sense a separation commence,
Zooming in on her face I feel the knots tighten,
Disillusioned By the sight of her eyes, 
There is nothing but despair,
And once again we ascend over peaked rising mountains,
And failing white Clouds,
Searching for that unknown piece,
That has chained us to the ground,
And fixated on the earth we spot her,
And once again we christen to her in the weightless air,
Discerning us in the Violet sky,
She Smiles and signals us to come,
The knots begin to loosen,
But as we progress closer I hear her call my name
Listening to her foreign voice I flee,
So distressed by this misconstrue event,
My hope begins to diminish with the clouds,
So we flee to the forgotten rock,
And sit on the rusted gray stone looking unto the sky
And watch history reveals itself through the stars,
And we travel back in time to obtain her,
We wish to feel her presence,
To touch her delicate soft skin,
And to have her hold us once more in her arms,
But as we search through time and space,
I cannot find one sole essence of her Existence


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Simply.....Uncle Billy!

You were taken much to young, you were only 37. You had so much to live for, but 
god must have needed an extra angel to help pour out the rain. You never gave 
up....even when they  gave you only 6 months...you lasted 3 years. I always 
remember you smiling face and your dimples. You may have only been here for a 
short while but you left a lasting impression on every heart you touched...You may 
be gone but you are still very much alive in my heart. I love you Uncle Billy!


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Screaming through bloody teeth

                                          I am livid I am enraged
                                    I am crying but no one can see
                             and this world just laughs at my agony
                           I am screaming so load ,that my throat laserates
                                 and my words are bleeding out through red teeth 
                                           words so sore and angry 
                                         they reveal damage and pain
                                        But no one seems to hear me
                                       I  thought my statments clear                     
                           appently they havent existed to anyone but me
                             Noone seems to listen and im here alone
                                  the lights are on but all feels dark
                                      I am here but I feel im fading
                                My existence is shaded off in a corner
                                             I am just a shadow
                                             Just a hollow shell
                                        aperently not a person anymore
                                     Im screaming through bloody teeth
                                   hoping someday someone will hear me
                                     
                       


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Tettegouche

Driving along highway 61, flirting with the great lake, passing Castle Danger.
White pines and poplars line the road beside spires of lupines in bloom.
Tettegouche ahead, I’ve climbed these outcrops and mused while
Watching the eagles over head, fishing. Mesmerized by 
Seagulls as they skim the shore. Birds of shadow and light.

I was told ancient legends of color and perseverance. 
They seem to echo between the rocks and water. 
Loggers, sailers, natives and fishermen, I can taste
The smoked whitefish and pickled herring. Smell the fires 
Mingling with the scents of fresh water, pine, aspen,
Mountain ash and wild raspberries, home for me. 

I stopped, standing alone on the palisades head. I feel
The history of this coast, sheer cliffs battered by storms. 
The lake alive with emotion, marking time with it's ever changing moods. 
For now the sky is placid, the lake reflects this moment of tranquility. 
My life’s stroll brought me here, I'm embraced by stippled light.

These rocks hold stories within stories, I thought of the
Illustrated Man, a book I read on these shores years before.
Puzzles of embellished verse drawing the what if’s, what is, what was.
Fate related through the markings of his skin, edicts of destiny
Defining every move. He carried the burdens of the pre ordained.

Choices and chance, odds, intent and consequences,
All of them brought me here to think of these etchings on a man
And wonder if we knew would we still pursue our destiny?


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MY TRANQUILITY

I've been around the world
I've looked in every corner
I've walked night and day
But still I couldn't find

I ask everybody around
But nobody knew
I've been through impossible
But still I couldn't find

After such a hard task
I've succeed
I was able to find...
...my tranquility

I was living so happy
Without worries
I said, nobody will take my treasure
That I have discover away

A selfishness
That I do not know
Where he came from
Has taken it away

And now just my tears are pouring
I pretend that everything is fine
But in my heart is filling with anger
And the same time terrified

I am asking myself
How I am going to cope
Without my treasure
That has taken more than
A million year, for me to find


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Love Spell

Lost in love, playing truth or dare
 Living in a spell bound worlds affair
 Hide or seek with-in a devils lair
 Slipping all around without a care
 
Leaving behind a million cares
 Paceing myself as the music blares
 Looking back through peoples stares
 Hey me and you in the mirror there
 
Us together make a pair
 Practicing for if your ever here
 Wanting only you to end up there
 Wishing wanting without a fear


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love 9

Caught on the unever grounds of submission
With a never ending option of segression
Talking about the differences of evil and good
Walking among man learning as I should

Memories of ancient Egypt and it's wood
Vibrent obcarities at the mention of your name
Violent observations and from with they came
Fighting over rotted ruins and pegs for a game

Carring over obsecurities of a famous dame
Locked into eternitiy left on what remains


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Kiss the Rain

Time off from the chaotic rhythm of the office
Exhausted from a long day’s work
Never mind, for tomorrow is a chance to peep
In the blue haze of early morning

Another day, another chance
Of a wishful thinking of the seventh heaven
That a Godsend may soon fall to earth in drops
To break the silence of the morning

I need the rain to accompany me
And lull me into a deep therapeutic easiness
Unbosoming the thoughts of turning back time
Between playful stomping and dancing on water puddles

The cloud drifted on to reveal a blinding cloudburst
The first sign of a light drizzle gave hope
Therefore, I looked upward to the gossamer layers of clouds
As railing rains trickle down my face
I opened my parched lips and closed my eyes to kiss the rain


23 February 2013


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Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and
white.

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!


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The Old Sea Captain

In a Mediterranean blue cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears
what big seas of dreams run in the Captain's sleep
over what blue whaled waves does he sail in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes 
he can see the Atlantic from his bed where he now lies
night and day night and day eating his bread and slops
the quiet cripple dreaming staring at the sea and the skies
he will lie here till the sky goes out and the sea stops


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Before the World even knows we're gone

She tore me apart
under a rockabilly sunset;
Set me free from the 
sway of pop culture jive
with her bass-line booty. 
She smelled like gasoline, 
tasted like cherries, 
and made my heart rumble like a .454 
And she knew she had me,
when she dropped her hair 
outta that black bandanna, 
wrapped it it round my neck,
and lit me up with 
…Pontiac red lips. 
Yeah, she tore me down
like a fixer-upper,
built me back up,
and revved me high. 
Reeedd liinedd by those
spider web leggins’. 
I know she’s mine,
thank God in Heaven. 
Cuz when she whispers in my 
ear “Baby, lets go for a ride” 
I can’t find a way to make 
this monster glide.
We’re stuck in high gear,
bound to make it outta town
for’ daddy knows I got her
sittin’ in the middle of my bench
seat ‘stead of that church pew. 
I know he’ll come a lookin’
but as long as we keep bookin’
we’ll make it to horizon ‘for the
world even knows we’re gone. 
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved


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Monroe Hotel

Monroe hotel so much history you had,

many people stepped of the Rock Island Line,

and paid you a visit for over 80 years.

My uncle Jim had his barber shop there for

many years.  I had my first job on your porch

shining shoes.  Your lobby brought much

attention with the Silver Dollars in the

Marble floor that no one failed to look at

while there.  In 1952 when old Ike came

you were just a stone throw away while

he made his speech from the back of the

train, while my school and half the town

listened to, come November he was

elected our President.

Many times my dog shep and I passed you

on our way to the Strand to see a movie

or up to Rexall Drug, you were a landmark

in Grinnell for a long time.  In 1970

Rock Island stopped its passenger service,

this met little business for you, soon

after closing they tore you down,

sad, but have some great memories of you.

Written 8-8-11


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Dawn's Discretion

Why hast thou oh white night
given self to infliction of pain?
Reverently you seek the inner sanctum
of divinity's last reign-

Greatness inscribed on vastness of
bloodless discretion-
Where is the garden of yesterday's feast
of golden friends?
Hath the dawn of rebirth silent and demure
given  naught to fates decree-

I live yet to die
but death is but a dream
on the sea of remorse
Each day silver raindrop tears
sheltered by the crystalline knowledge
of you-

So I am given to memories
and my last dance
a chance to light the path
of golden conception
through which the door
of all my yesterdays
give way to new life
Have you been born yet?
Are you alive?


This poem was written and inspired by  (E. E.) Cummings who is one of my all time favorite
poets. He invokes not just the mind but the spirit of all those who read his writings


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LONELINESS

If anyone is looking for me
Tell them i'm at a place called loneliness
If anyone ask why i'm always sad
Is because I feel lonely
If anyone is wondering who I hang out with
Tell them its loneliness
If anyone is wondering who is my best friend
Tell them its loneliness
If someone is figuring out why i'm crying
Is because loneliness has attack me
And its too painful


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While you say good night

You live the night,
While I live the day,
You sing the birds to sleep,
While I awake them from there deep sleep…

You say good evening,
While I say good day,
You make a wish on shooting star,
While I only wish that your dream will go far…

I say good morning,
While you say good night…
I live in the light,
While you say good night…


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A battered old saucepan

It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan
but this was no ordinary one 
it sprung a leak the other day
sadly without thinking
I threw it away
and now it's gone.

It had been in my family
before I was born
and it was used every day
it broke my heart after
to throw it away.

For all the delicious soups goulash and past
it had contained
the mouth watering delectable smells
from the kitchen
the shouts from my parents

''Come on now set the table dinners made''.

All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff
before school on a winters day
all the laughs tears and conversations around
the dinner table before it was was washed
and put away.

It was more than a simple saucepan
because it held a lot of family memories
now my parents sadly passed away
it was one of the last things to remind me
of how things used to be
and mow I have to buy a new one
and accept it's demise
like my family
it's gone forever.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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smile

You brighten my day 
Showin' me my direction 
You're comin' to me 
And givin' me inspiration 
How can i ask for more 
From you my dear 
Maybe just a smile in your 
(maybe just a smile in your heart) 

You brighten my day 
Showin' me my direction 
You're comin' to me 
And givin' me inspiration 
How can i ask for more 
From you my dear 
Maybe just a smile in your heart 

Give me a smile in your heart.


Okay ito na to, yung conclusion, hehe. Adik lang ako noh? Kung anu-ano pa yung naiisip ko.. kung dati, pasmile-smile, tapos pakilig-kilig, ano kaya susunod? ? One thing’s for sure, MAY UNDERSTANDING NA TAYO. ? Kung ano man label natin, MASAYA TAYO. ? Thank you, bigla kang dumating sa buhay ng churang ito, hindi man natin pinagplanuhan, siguro si GOD na ang nagdikta.. ? sana maiintindihan pa natin lalo yung isa’t-isa. Dalawa tayo sa relasyong to. Marami na tayong napagdaanan, at marami pang dadating. Kaya nating dalawa to. ? Aayusin natin. ? Thank you michurz ko. ? mwah* *hugs* I AM VERY PROUD OF YOU!! 


PS: This is a song by Ariel Rivera. I just quoted this. This is not my piece. thanks.


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Innocence Lost

Can innocence lost
Be ever returned
Or a heart, tainted and broken
Be cleansed, made whole once more?

Can a tree, longing for summer's warmth
Summon its leaves from cold autumn grounds
To return to naked branches
That it may feel joyful and alive again?

Can a child, disillusioned
Relive broken dream
Changing fate
To find naivety return?

Can joy be had in innocence lost
Or beauty be discovered, resting in sadness?
When birth of spring and warmth of summer pass by
Till all that remains is the still and quiet of winter
Will warmth be rekindled?


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i could use you

i could use your snort-like laugh on really odd days
even capture thoughts of myself when I’m imperfect. . . and not
i might venture to mimic my own energy for the love you give away
might even try to write a longer line. . . than the one above. . . nope. . . pretty much your 
smile
wild-mile-wide
keeps all things in a picture you never seem to be in
i could use your dust on those rose-color glasses that you take off the shelf
just to see rust disappear
souls and steel don’t mind much for that kind of erosion
you suck, in your choices sometimes. . . we all do
“even-steven”
i could perhaps borrow your tickled distraction of the world
for those times when weight exceeds my plea to. . . wait
the walkers and rushers here. . . do so with heads down
i could use you more around 
me
i could use 
you


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A LOVELIER AND CALMER PLANET

I floated into the windless sky of the tranquil night visited by minuscule stars
that were subdued by dim moonbeams calling for some gleeful dreaming;
and I wistfully dreamed of a lovelier and calmer planet remembering
two kind and sincere eyes much lovelier than bluebells swaying in clay pots.


I kept thinking of other universes never discovered by me and they surely existed
beyond ours which couldn't thrill me anymore with its mysteries;
dazzlingly beautiful they were as they expanded further into interstellar infinity... 
showing a grandiose light surpassing the one seen by the shepherds.


Many hours went by, and soon what I had envisioned started to vanish before dawn,
and floating back to earth I beheld that awesome vision of the Heavens.
I landed in corn fields tangled by tarn that made me cringe, tasting unripe corn;  
and cherishing what I saw, I recalled that sojourn which lasted for long hours!


I told everyone what I had seen in that dream so realistic, but they jeered at me,
believing I was hallucinating; I even had to endure some tongue-lashing from mother
as she noticed my pants togged in my boots: " You look like a soldier!" she screamed. .
I'm hoping to return to that lovelier and calmer planet, where everything is peaceful.






 





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You Turn Me On

You turn me on, you make me misty-eyed,
My nascent science of love, years back,
When I followed you downstream, to bloom it began,
The sight of flowers blossom, in earnest we did invest,
Your frail hands, soft and tender,
Your electric touch, skin-deep not,
You taught me to watch the stars, in reflection I wondered,
The Antares and Aldebaran, caught my sigh,
Provoked, you opened the gates to your heart,
You filled me in, you turned me on,
Oh the Aroma, and the beauty to behold,
Two star-crossed lovers, 
As breath-taking as the Maasai Mara, we opened to a new world
Full of life,
Full of energy,
Reasons why you turn me on!



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Sweet Mistake

I was there
Extant at the screen of life as the third parties
A warmth which subsequently appeared capricious
A love that never thought to be seek

At once all disclosed by the warmth which began by a kiss ...

One Eve is waiting overseas
Stood upon her ignorance ...

Ahead of them ....
A falsity was presented as a host for our mistakes ...
And the conversation went on, as usual ...

Realism provoked to speak about the story which should not be exist...

But I....

I mazed in clue, the clue to quench the truth
Conversations legible through our eyes
We forbid to speak, we crawled through the sense
We seek through our heart , for the true heart we understood

Because this should not be subsist....

I surrender to the possibilities
Fling all of my feelings
I cast my self out from your world, your love, even it's true or not
With hope you would find the right love, true love, true end

~ And now you do ~ :)


Author's note:
Written on November 4, 2007


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Calcutta Horologe

Far from the madding crowd
I treasure the myths you gone through
Once I walk down the streets of legends
Even the weeping dusts reminds me of 
Bloods, who immolated their lives to you.
 
Oh Calcutta! You live with a pride
For ages you are loved
They valued glory above life itself
When they speak of valiance
And guns are still fired in the air
Withal due respect of those souls
Who deserved their nascence 
In the realm of your freedom.
 
Oh Calcutta! You live with an honesty
Not because of the madding crowd
Because you are blessed with eternity
As she flows with her gentle ripples 
That streams the ambit of almighty purity
When I voyage down the river
I breathe the air of immortality.
 
Far from the madding crowd
I travel down the busy streets of the city,
The antique edifices still provides me with
The evidence of such superiority,
Walls still fends against the political conspiracy.
 
Oh Calcutta! You live with prosperity
Though affected by the madding political crowd
Once you were ruled by the dwellers
Now your sanity being destroyed immensely
By your own posterity
Living in the land of divinity 
Of goddesses Durga and Kali
And they still feigned that they are native.
 
Oh Calcutta! You live with heritages
Not beacuse of the busy primal edifices 
But you have the world known aged cantilever bridge
And over a century living the tramways.
Your marbles are still gloried by the dwellers
And they still wonder the hand pulled rickshaws
And admire for the age old alleys.
 
Far from the madding crowd
I still come across the pavements by the busy roads
Coins dropping with bimetallic sounds in the beggar's bowl
The vendors hallooing with prices on a rhythmical prose
And as I step ahead, I find my foot stuck in the crud mid of the road.
 
Oh Calcutta! You still live with diversity
Not beacuse of the poor and rich
But you still have few people left helping you in needs
You still have one culture you were born with
Hindu-Muslims celebrating together both Id and Autumn fests
Joining their hands with the christians when December ends.
 
Oh Calcutta! You still live with your beauty
Not only beacuse you have the beautiful bengali adorned brides
But you still have the chapters of noetic minds
You still exist with love and peace
Only when I find you far from the madding crowded streets. 


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TYPEWRITERS

       A few of the famous had their preferences.  Jack
Kerouac went on the road with his Underwood early thirties
portable Royal Standard.  Isak Dinesen, the Danish Dinosaur, 
(said with love, she was my hero) used a 1918 Corona No. 3 
to serve up "Babette's Feast".  An Underwood Standard 
Portable was William Faulkner's choice.  And, Hemingway?  
A portable feast, He! He chose The Corona #3.  
       
       Mine was a plain old ordinary Royal, circa 1947, 
punched with vigor on its stepladder keys in typing class 
under the watchful eye of Ms. Marguerite, whose 
married sister shared an infatuation with my wildly handsome 
teenage brother.  Though no suspicious spouse aborted
his apprenticeship of love, brother and I--Thank you 
Republic of Korea-- were tapped by Fate.  Off to the Navy, 
dallying sibling, while I, young wife two years out of school, 
bereft of spouse, my life in limbo, honed my craft 
under the Sisters of Saint Joseph (those voluminous 
black birds) on hot summer afternoons in 
a second-story convent classroom. 
      
        In the courtyard below, lantana bloomed, 
buzzing with the adoration of bees, and butterflies 
flew free from the straitjackets of their cocoons 
to an unfettered life, like me, the Army wife.  
Korea, being my betrothed.


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Island

a long time ago 
an island far away 
beautiful memories 
that would last a life time  

decades later 
I am dreaming of 
that moment in time

magical, sweet 
time of discovery
of innocence almost lost

gentle whispers in the night 
under a Caribbean full moon

tender, savory kisses shared
teasing glances
bodies touching
hearts lost

beautiful memories
time frozen forever
in my mind

tucked safely in my heart


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IN BETWEEN THE LINES

Woke up again this morning
afraid to open my eyes
As you prepare for an early
departure a piece of me silently
dies; I want  to say I love you
but from hurt only raw emotion
abides ; another day wasted
and as always love gets
denied.........

knowing that very instant
what lies ahead for me
in these already dark and sullen skies.

Everyday is similar you are
distant so am I but that happens
with us almost every time.

It's easy to make me happy
if you were  willing to try but instead
of caring for me you rebuke
poke and pry making me resent
and hate myself for perpetuating
this lie.

Can't imagine a conversation
where we could ever see eye to eye
in a perfect world we'd embrace one
another but instead our worlds collide.

Tragic and never ending days turn into
nights where a cold sudden distance
is what traps us inside.

You go your way I go mine never
finding a common ground to let the error
of our ways and pain subside.


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Culture

Saturated streets of crumbled ancient inheritance, 
Forgotten history condemned by our corroded eye,
Dresses that no longer dance, words that float without significance, 
Colors that no longer have a meaning, Culture? What Culture? You can not cherish what 
does not exist. And you can miss something you never had.


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Tears of My Heart

if poop could be named anything what would you name it?  id name it bob and id make him sit on a log in a bog and say get out of here you hog that looks like fog from a bog thats near a log with bob sitting on it who attacked the wacking wackers with all his heart and shattered, he fell to the floor.  dont name your poop bob because then youll have tears in your heart.


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My Morning Revelation

I just got back from my morning walk
I had forgotten how exhilarating it is
To watch the sun rise
Up over the hills of Beirut.

The campus where I teach is simply breathtaking
Nestled cozily in the pine tree forests on top of a hill,
It offers a panoramic view of Beirut

Many years back this was not a good thing
As the army brought a tank up to the upper campus
To shell enemy positions in Beirut
And our campus got riddled with bombs
We spent our days in shelters
While our campus burst into flame

But this morning, I didn’t remember any of that
I walked on the lower campus and gazed out at Beirut
I walked like a fool....my eyes looking up
Saying a shy good morning to the clouds
And a warm good morning to the One beyond

While I did my sit-ups on one of the benches
I looked up into the jacaranda tree
Its branches were naked, but I knew, I knew that in spring
It would be regal in purple finery
That would enchant all those who walked
Under the train of its beauty
Later it would rain purple petals down on all
But purple kisses for me, for I’m in love with this hue

As a reward, as always… I drove up to the upper campus
While listening to music, my second passion
As my car made the turns
I tried to keep my eyes on the road
And not fixed on the hills where the sun was getting ready
To make his glory known
Nor down on Beirut that was just waking up from slumber

I passed places that my heart cherished
Where my husband first asked me to be his
Where we parked the car and looked at
The dazzling lights of Beirut at night
Our hearts ablaze with the burning passion of youth
The place where he wanted to claim possession of me
But held back…honoring custom and tradition 

I drove down slowly
I drove down reluctantly
I wanted to relive everything
To find the joy of being alive, once more
I had forgotten how beautiful the mornings are
I had forgotten who I am in the great scheme of things
But HE reminded me…
As the sun pushed through the clouds and shone in brilliance
The verse came to my mind…
“And the Son of Righteousness will rise with healing in His wings.”
Arise in my heart, for I need your healing!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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scum

What is bad stock?
Plasticine people smiling within Formica walls
Where hippy drains a fathers fool
As Ma Baker dominates the town 
By day before taking her draws 
Down...
Shes a ho.. He's a whimp
Out dancing with Lucy 
Sky high
So return with a bump to earth kids
And scrimp
And scrape
The crap from the local rag
A coal fire infused
With amusing fags 
Thirteen coppers and a few irate 
Snobs
Armed guns
Be loyal littuns and
Shut your gobs
We... Were bad stock from the filthy side of koi

Five little girls
Not one boy

(As twas)


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Truth revealed


A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
Lets you simply forgive and forget

Give a man enough rope and he will hang himself
Help those who will help themselves.

To give credit where credit is due
Is to have walked in another man's shoes.

A chain is only as strong as its weakest link
Every pen will eventually run out of ink.

A man who is his own lawyer has a fool for his client
Now this is a true aliant!

A person is known by the company he keeps
Nothing is truly out of reach. 

He who pays the piper calls the tune
Every month brings along a new moon.

A leopard cannot change its spots
I tend to forget alot.

History repeats itself
True honesty begins with myself.


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Horizon

Lost and unforgiven
and yet…
not forgotten.

String me along 
to the upcoming of dawn
a place of pleasure
and words still unsung.

Dry up the river…
There is no longer reason 
for you to cry.

Crave me…
as I’ve craved you 
in the mist of the dawn
on this broken road

Where nothing is wrong
Where nothing is gone

Walk with me
in to the dawn
of the yesterdays…
that are now
and forever will be
Today’s.


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Scars Left Behind

It is hard not to trace back 
All those memories
Which you kept behind you 
While you were dreaming in your trip.
Those long moments when you grieved
Those short moments when you breath’d.
From here I can hear some voices of your trip
From there there were no choices in your grip.
Just listen to those immense fragile noises:
When you kept crying,
Laughing, trying and maybe dying
Perhaps I was you— when you were lying
To your thinghood...!

Womanhood is like Robin Hood—
It is always chased in the wood.
Many trees are cut off without roots,
And shall never give birth to the last roots.

When the sun goes down
I pretend to be sad,
So that my night dreams
Are filled of stars instead.

When the moon goes up
I play the role of the dead—
When the moon goes up
I close my eyes and go to bed 
When the moon goes up
I beat my heart and feel so sad
Is there any way to see the moon smile without dread?


Yasser Rhimi


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FOR THE LOVE OF MY COUNTRY

Hundredth diamond
In the middle of an ocean
the place where it live a nation...
...Seychellois
Mix of race unique and unite
We live like a whole family

Yes!
you are the most beautiful one
You are the most precious one
Where your greeness is the decoration
Of its nature
Yes, the place I called paradise

With the inspiration of the poets
I will express
With the melodies of the singers
Will give echo to my words

For you, I will do anything
If I have to, I will give my life
For you
Good Morning, Good Night
Our unforgettable tradition
We must preserv

Because it is a precious
Treasure that we owe
Because for the love 
Of my country
I will build my future


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YEARNING STATE OF MIND

It only takes a tiny drop to touch and stir a placid pond
Little recollections that wake and shake the blues in your silent heart
As gentle winds carry away The Sands of Time before your tearful eyes
Passing by like a breeze are The Moments impossible to bring back
 
It only takes a little rain to garb and gloss an ugly uneven path
Fine drizzles dab and pat the track that bare your soul and its crack
You can’t hold forever The Indelible Times that slipped out of your hands
Grey shades and shadows you can’t bridle but are ever fixed to you and I
 
It only takes a metal or a wooden frame to eternalize a mortal soul
Every photograph is an eternal time machine, a sonnet to tether time
Your life is another diary out in the world, Shared Memories put down
Nostalgia wanders the universe like grains of sands from shore to shore
 
It only takes the break of day to fold darkness and shut out the stars
Sudden burst of sunrays begins to flirt and fondle your skin as you lie
When Good Memories return sometimes you want to summon the night
You know heaven or hell won’t open up for your yearning state of mind


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My 60's Frisco

Strawberry flower
incense
breeze whispers
a smell
of indian print
curtains.
North Beach
musk perfumed oasis.

Wind chimes
tickle memory moment
flying down
Grant Street
breeze blowing
blaring Baez beat
on gawking tourists
whose crane necks
turn to see
Me
hugely pregnant.

Poignant ache
memory
through times fog
seeping under sills
fills
a world
bridging the Gate's
ancient groan
of Bela birth
and Brownie grave.

Miles 
of blue worlds
misty soft tears
meet a heart
overflowing
in a warm caress
for yesterday.


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Santa Monica, CA

Children of the iron curtain 

Stripped of God from birth, 

Crawling on a toothless wall - 

Question marks on compass. 

Chicks growing colored wings, 

Door unlocked - unable to believe 

Sunrise doesn't come with bars 

For those who can still fly... 

No man's land - unable to catch roots, 

Holograph of gardens back home 

Tended by parents with disrupted movements, 

Tears muffled on the California coast... 

Children of the iron curtain... 

Each sunset gathers them on beaches 

Champion chess players of their fate 

Stop and salute me as I drive along 

alone...



 check the definition of "The Iron Curtain"


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Message in a Yearbook

I see your stuttering on paper
in criss-crosses and muffled writing.
Years have past;
your confusion still lives on these glossy pages.

Was it a confession?
You know this too well,
but a cool breeze lies at the end of this hell.
Was it something more sinister?--
it doesn't get better,
so I'll just wish you good luck.

I wish I had asked you.

All I have now is ambiguity
forever immortalized
in black and white.


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Little Red

Full Moon Brimming 
On A Hungry Wolf
Fire still burning 
Words are not enough

Red Riding Hood,
You stopped me where i stood.
The basket you held, looked so good,
I enticed...And you fell... 

In the woods... safe and sound
We could not believe what we had found
Me in denim... and you it lace

We understood, each other so very well
Full moon brimming over with light
Gazing into the eyes of the other

The twin to me, I did see, in You.
Be careful with my heart, my love.

My running shoes are unlaced for now,
So lean back and enjoy the ride.
Embrace all the laughter, our lives allow.

rlm


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Goddess of night

You lay in the arms of darkness;
a rose bleeding pedals across the sky
and your pure tears of light 
drip upon cities and seas and forests.

Why do you cry, Mirror of hearts?
Your beauty, none could surpass.
Your countenance, like that of an angel… and yet lonely.
Do you weep for your captivity to Time?
Is the sadness you permeate for humanity’s oblivion?
In the distance I hear wolves calling your name
and you smile sadly, stroking their yearning howls with mystery. 
The hallows of sound echo your soft humming throughout the past.
For a brief moment, your tenderness is tangible.
Then, ominously you shroud yourself with Heaven’s mist
like a bride to marry the sky.

Dawn will soon awake the birds in song…
Illumination will conquer the hold of darkness
and you will leave, only to return again.

I will see you once more, my beautiful
Goddess of night.


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Sweet Dreams

Follow
Right path
Walk
Do not run
Maternally
Given strength
We'll get hurt
You will learn
Complications
Simplified
The world spins
Re-cycle
Never shifting
Boring
Just to think
All will end
Higher
Looking down
Shaking fingers
Holding dreams
Forward once
Back thrice
Relationship trends
Lacking
Find out
Secrets
Giving up
Mentally
Horrendous
Tired strength
Purposely always
Pessimistic
Bouts of
Happiness
Black and blue
Constellations
Nighty night
I love stars

~Reecie


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The Peace Keeper

peace. sought and desired. lost, often found.
cards on the table: leaving out millions of dice.
rolling and wearing the pattern,
believing trouble to be far behind.

odd. never knew time would tell a lie.
thinking of trouble: laying a path to your name.
seeking and trying your patience,
putting obstacles up against the wall.

tired. depressed and weary. sad, often needy.
reading between the lines: leaving out hundreds of words.
inspiring and creating a pattern,
forging terror in a future land.

hope. a desire to redress the balance.
needing new skills: putting your hands on the wheel.
working and understanding from the heart,
finding the old ways and sowing new seed.

peace. desired and lost. sought, often found.
knowing trouble: dealing with it as and when.
seeking change only when it matters,
believing happiness to be a state of mind. 


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music in the air

A piano plays
Cascading over my mind,
A gentle waterfall.
My mood relaxes
To a tender rhythm.
Memories slow dance...
And I smile.


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Since you went away

Blow after blow upon the throbbing heart and my torn in half soul since you went away. Wish you could have stayed a little longer if only a crane could take me away from here help me catch up with you. I'm alive beside you you are the compass that guided me through many a difficult impasse don't know if I can brave these rough seas that have hit my shores since you went away. I know you will be with me but I miss your funny ways that have helped me through many a storm along the way. Blow after blow upon my throbbing heart and my torn in half soul since you went away. By CarolineCecile - 09.15.12


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When

When is he going to understand 
that life is harder than what our eyes can see.
Its work, its pain, its suffering,
Its love, its time, its energy.
When..

When will he know the struggles life brings
When..

When will he feel the love that I feel
the pain that I feel
the anger I feel
When..

When will he learn the responsibility of life.
Its not always easy to provide.
There are times when its much easier to give up.
When..

When will he have children all his own
and learn to take care of them just as I did.
When will he hold me and say
I love you, thank you for all that you've done.
When..

When will he know that it was all done for love.

When my heart beats no more and my body lies still
Will you still love me?
Will you still see me?
Will you wonder why
When you were little why I held your hand so you wouldn't cry.
Why I would kiss you and then smile.

Life is too short to ponder what, when, where and why.
So I leave you this message
So when you are older and wiser
You'll read whats in it
and maybe then you'll understand
just why I did it.


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Nocturnal farewells of ships(for the Black sea)

I left like the last tourist in late September
and threw a back-pack of memories over
my shoulders cherished in a fist size jewelry box
given to me by a dear friend.
But left my heart buried under
a lonely beach umbrella abandoned
by other tourists like me who left only
a trace of ashes from a pack of cigarets.
An image of you got caught in my eye like
a grain of sand caught in an oyster.
That's how a pearl is born.
An image of ships searching for suitable sands to anchor.
And your late afternoon waves like
white empty hammocks missed their siesta fading
into the horizon like drifters without a map.
With a blink of an eye I tried to crush you
but you formed harder and harder under
my eyelids.
Embedded in my mind mother of pearl.
Then Winter melted from Spring's worm touch
and turned into cherry blossoms
plucked by winds.


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Chair of Death

On a cool afternoon for tea,
She sat in that chair,
Humming for our silence;
Her bones quivering the instrumentals
Within the ruffles of the skin.
When her tune came to an end,
She took time to turn our way.
Not because she felt obliged 
That she had all the time in the world,
But because her youth had shredded
To make her nothing but one
Who hoped for time.
For the painstaking moments passed
And we locked eyes.
She fought her raging wrinkles to smile
And nod my way.

Perhaps she tried too hard
To say a decent goodbye.

One would think he keeps it
Because he has to.
We'd sit on the floor first
Before we touch that chair.
For it encases you, 
Tightens its weight upon you
And hums so sweetly between the ear and soul,
The sounds of a sour, unsaid farewell.


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Tongue

Words trembling

At the sticky tilt
Wanting to leap off.


Will you

Help me

Tease

It out

To roll the R's -- To swirl the tongue
To purse the lips -- To spill the beans

No truth potion, no torture
Could make me confess
The sound of night's indigo voice
And what it whispered.


In your soul mirror
I saw

All that you possessed--
The songs of a thousand kingfishers
Shimmering intangible colours
And my lute that you took away
Pledging infinity in return.


I see its point
When it holds back

Pink eyeless screaming worm
Blindly trashing
Rolling back
Imprisoning itself

A muggy cave of beginnings. Here, I
Stick out my neck, unstick those words.

Put your tongue
Where it belongs

You know where--


Deeper.

Probe for me

Among the distilled
molecules of my

Fragmented self.


Stifle my cries
O prying mouth. Seek
The lyrical secret.

Crush my words
Winged monsters

I want to speak
With my wounds.


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Everythings changing

you once made me happy
now you only make me cry
You usta listen
now you only scream
why are you doing this to me
We once were a dream
now were a nightmare
why cant I wake up
you use to look at me like I mattered
now you just look the other way
you usta make me feel beautiful
now you make me feel undesirable
why do I feel so ugly
you once turned me on 
but nows the attractions fading
I usta love the sex
but now I cant wait for it to be over
what happened to us
I once thought you loved me
but now im not so sure
why did you make me so insecure
I use to feel safe with you
now im scared to death
why did you lie, you said you'd never hurt me
I once thought you were good for me
but now I know thats not true
why did you change,
what happened to make your personality rearrange
when you would hug me I use to melt
but now it just feels hollow
when you would kiss me I use to feel it
But now I dont feel a thing
why is this happening
Everythings changing and were falling out of love
and I feel is pain and regret
do you feel anything
I wish I never got attached
cause then Ide just be numb
and I wish underneith, 
that I didnt still feel that your the one
everythings changing,
and damage has been done


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a spec on a screen

i attempt to take a breath as structure slips away,
two lips and a whisper changed a universe today,

patterns contort and minds tilt ajar,
my soul is dumbfounded in sight of this art,


head in the clouds, where home isn't far,
seems ages away, knee deep in the stars,

i know not, the language,
i can not define,
but i know that its coming,
it's growing, it's mine.



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Dust to Dust

I left you in the corner of my mind 
with teenage memories of my puberty. 
I put thoughts of you in a box in the 
attic of my recall, along with others from 
that time, and there you lay, 
settled, gathering dust. 

Gathering dust. 

I wrapped each memory carefully, 
as one would a cut glass; delicate, 
trying to keep the stems intact. 
Desperate to retain the perfection 
yet scared it wouldn't last, and there you stayed, 
settled, gathering dust. 

Gathering dust. 

Years have rusted the recollection; 
Once vivid colours of reminiscence 
faded in perception, yet you sat 
patiently in the corner of my mind, 
jostled by accumulating life experiences, 
settled, gathering dust. 

Gathering dust. 

Like some old painting waiting 
for restoration, you bided your time. 
Then one day in the attic you spoke 
my name; you called me from your corner 
and into my present came a familiarity; 
a recognisable voice perforating the now with then 

and it was yesterday again - 

I unfold the tarnished tissue paper which 
has wrapped the ornate cut glass 
memory for so long; carefully, piece 
by tattered piece, and there it is, 
glistening in glorious perfection; 
vibrant still, safely stored, 

stem intact. 


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Doing Yoga in the Dark

Doing yoga in the dark
long before sunrise.
I heard a noise
out in the street,
a wayward son comes home.
A car door opened, a muffled laugh,
a quiet female voice,"...tomorrow.",
a closed door clunk, a departing car,
and then silence for a moment.
I heard the grind of garage door spring,
and the creak of back door screen.
I heard the quiet surreptitious trek
through kitchen, hall and past
my darkened room.
I then heard the door close to his own,
attaining sanctuary.
In his airy wake, as I practiced
my asanas, I caught the
sweet subtle scent
of a memory,
long submerged,
of a similar trek
made many years ago.
Through the kitchen, hall and home
I had gone, desperate
to avoid discovery.
I believed that I was 
bathed in an electric glowing
plasma of heat and sweat,
in short, an insidious
perfumery.
I was overwhelmed by my senses,
incapable of speech,
desperate to avoid encounter,
determined to attain
my own sanctuary.
Once gained, my thoughts then turned
on how to retain the vestiges of the night.
The smell of clothes, the damp
of secret places and lingering perfumes
were savored with the still vivid
memories of moments of sensual unreality,
ecstatic good fortune and dreams
of what, "...tomorrow.", might bring.
All these memories past and
much more, came to me on the
tendrils of a scent,
while doing yoga in the dark


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Portals to My Youth

To me … they are memories;
Portals to my youth.
Each one has a story that connects me to a truth.

Inanimate objects that come to life inside my mind.
Still life, gathering dust that helps, my little boy, to find.

To me … they are building blocks;
Ingredients that have contributed in making me;
Set aside long ago, but never forgotten totally.

Perhaps, rusty on the outside;
Scarred in a place or two;
Broken and missing a few of their parts,
but, hey, I’m that way, too.

To me … they are one of a kind;
they are wholesome and so unique.
But, to the people looking at the price tags,
they are simply considered an antique.


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Beauty Of A Sunset

Sitting on top of the mountain
I was exclaiming  at the beauty
of a sunset I wouldn't want a life 
without nature in it.

Now as I age I face far greater 
limitations,
I felt so many varieties 
of emptiness lately.
 I need to block the 
meaningful communication, 
and be willing to become 
transformed to ignore 
what my ego is saying, 
and listen to my soul.

I have but one dream
that's my family, 
one heart that's me in them
 with them no matter
 wherever they are,
 near or far we will reach
 that star, we will spend 
much time as a family,
it never happened .

My life is sad although 
I did nothing that bad 
to deserve to live, 
as lonesome as it can get.
I yearn to live a life 
where all is bright 
and everything is alright
before losing my insight. 

That is why unfortunately 
my choices and options 
became more limited.
Living in the past
I had to learn how to live 
my life with those restrictions,
imposed on me due to our 
financial circumstances,
because of the sixteen years
of war in our country.

My heart is homeless
escaped to lay on a pavement, 
beg a passer by offer a tissue 
to wipe away the unspoken,
 that was hiding in me
 for years.
 
Oh! twister, whirl me strongly 
towards spring showers,
wet my brain with a drop
of water to surface intact,
accept that my loneliness 
is doomed. 
     Alone I am. 

Therese Bacha
14 September
     2014       Contest for PD. A poem never put in a contest before.


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Lovell's Wharf

To Lovell's Wharf Warwick and I would go;
In need to find what little of our selfs was left;
After the storm-passions of domestic life had carved their share.
Answering the call, as mating birds do, we took up the song;
Beating rhythmically across her waters, 
To follow her scent riding high on the wind,
To amble gently to her side.
Finding our images mirrored in her depths,
Realising the way that lay ahead;
Taking us past her feathered lovers, feeding quietly by her banks,
Past the place where I dared Warwick jump,
Towards the foreign ships wherein had always lain adventure.
Remembering those nights Margaret and Suzie, the sailor's friends;
Prospered fully by surrendering themselves,
Remembering too, but some yards from Lovell's Wharf;
I lost what little innocence I had stored.


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After You - Who

After you are gone - who will walk with me?
After you are gone - who will ride with me?
After you are gone who will talk to me and 
listen to my problems?

After you - who will hold my hand the way that 
you do? Who will tell me - I love you the way 
that you do? After you are gone - who can take
your place? I don't think anyone can fill in your 
shoes and do all the things that you do.

After you are gone my whole life will change. It
will not be the same. I will wake up and see a
new day. The sun will shine, or it might rain, but
it will not be the same.

It will be cold, or it will be hot, but it will be different
because you have gone. After you - no one can take 
your place , because in my heart and my thoughts,
you will always remain...


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Bonny Isles

A sparkling jewel
Of nature
It brings peace
To my soul
Fills the 
Empty hole
Slows down
My heartbeat
Stops the retreat
And rebuilds
Refills
My heart
With wonder
With hope
With silence.
Pained
As I am
By my past
The re-casting
Of my being
The removal
Of my all-seeing
Alter-ego
Is a certainty
When on the boat
To Lerwick
With waves
Licking
The sides
And the rhythm
Of the slow
Humming
Engine
Slowing my rhythm
Sending
Me to sleep.
Gets me
Dreaming of
The glistening sea
This wondrous
Place
This hidden
Space
Where few
Do tread
And the calm
Descends
From
The first step
From the lack
Of Chain Stores
The Out-of-date
News
The stormy weather
Views
The Cream Buns
The Long lasting
Sun
A slow
Drifting
Pace
The hundred
Private beaches
The performing stars
At night
A delight
To my heart

I dream of another place


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life in monochrome

Blindly I wander, incapable of feeling anything but
numb.
Unable to see anything but the desolate space in my cone-shaped view.

It's been some time since I took a breath,
let a crude wisp of color seep in my lungs.

In one moment past, I inhaled long and full.
I viewed the prismatic color that existed just beyond physical touch.
I infused my breath with the shades and the shapes,
a syrupy stained-glass.

If only for a moment,
If only for a moment.


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Another Night of Dread

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

cheerless

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

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

Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes  
feces and waste 

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

a stinking and rancid cabbage

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

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

the anxiety and the doldrums 
of another night;  

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

stench 

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

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

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

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


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A whisper in the Darkness

I whisper into the darkness
Of how I used to be
And creatures of the night
Whisper back to me

They tell me of all their secrets
Of unspoken truths and lies
I listen to them praise their friends
And bash the enemies they despise

I listen and remember 
Of such a long time ago
Of when I had courage and strength
But those days are no more

It’s like the fire burning
Inside my soul
Like the hurricane
Blowing in my heart
It’s like a pounding, pounding, pounding
Pounding in my brain
And someone screams to me
“You will never be the same.”

I think of days gone by
And of how I used to be
I remember when I loved her 
And she was in love with me

If I truly learn to love again
I will turn and walk away
I can’t bear to think of the damage
I might cause if I stay

My hearts been known to hurt
Those I love the most
So I will disappear
Like a long forgotten ghost

It’s like fire that burns
Deep into my soul
A hurricane is blowing
In my heart
I feel the pounding, pounding
Pounding in my brain
I hear someone scream
“Don’t forget my name”

I fell in love with a dream
Of what could have been
All I have now is the memory
Of what should have been

All the days gone by
Have been tossed into the sea
Don’t ask me how I’ve been
Or how I’m gonna be

In the morning I open my eyes
And look upon another day
I forgot what happiness is
And of why I can’t stay

And the fire keeps a burning, 
Raging in my soul
The hurricane blows strongly in my heart
I feel the pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding,
Pounding in my brain
I scream to the winds,
“I won’t forget your name.”


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Blue Window Trim -

 
sea island natives
living reminders of trade
cotton rice and indigo
gullah life is made
 
five benne wafers
cast into new daylight
the hudu spell is torn away
rest easy then this night
 
bridges came and baskets sold
the younguns moved to town
rich men came and stole our land
again to trod us down
 
But some have stayed to tell the tales
of how our world began
of lands and cultures far away
before man had ever owned man
 
 
 
 


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Delicate Verses

Delicate Verses

Memories choke me; leaves me silent,
yet for loves sake and nothing less
than
to confess it... I open up my soul to
scribe you in metaphors that I can
taste, touch; but alas the tears fall
like bleeding rain staining these
empty pages before I can lay
down my heart. So when
the stars are weeping, I
plant dreams of you
and I as forget me
nots;
face pressed tight peering
through taffeta tattered
lattices, perchance to
catch a glimpse of
a love that once
bloomed.
~
I record the most fragile parts of us
in verses that flow, and form our
completion; soothing sonnets
uninhibited and unbound,
trickling from my pen held
hand. Mad words, sad
words, love words,
darkly risen words;
Poetry inspired
by a muse that
bears your
name;
Pleasure
and Pain.


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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
5/20/00


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The Other Wall

Sometimes in a certain place,
I see the other wall.
A short time, but for the moment
I live in a larger house.
Then the memories flood back
And the scenes that surround them all.
Then I live the life that I once had,
When I see the other wall.


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about the ashes

Mnemosyne's colour wheel glitches through August,
on that candid orange the dogs howled into
during our autumn countdown.
When we still had a countdown.
When we still had August. 

I remember the moonlight traveling westward 
and seeing your face lined with silver.
I remember Artemis taking an emergency exit and landing,
landing in the closest pool of warmth. You, you, you.
And I remember dreaming. I remember testing 
what the world was like outside of you.

The singed leaves remind me how to breathe
on this street, the same way you used to.
I am learning about the ashes.
Sometimes we must burn the atlas
before charting ourselves from scratch.
Sometimes love must die, first.

In heaven's attic, even angels lose their meaning.
Returning only, when someone remembers:
the attic is still a part of home.
When touching means dust on your fingers.
When suddenly, you are intruding.


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Daddy, set me free

Help me break bread at this table
Songs of my captivity
And in those four lines you’re learning to set me free
Where did you put the rope and muzzle
Where is it now?
Should I count it all with you?
Should I give up the stamp I’ve left on your memory?

But you know me
And that’s the impact
A rare understanding
that I couldn’t find the words to give them
But you knew, my captor read me
And I find these things in old words 
Written in digital poetry
The void is no longer a mystery
I’m missing the essence of you
The understanding of our knowing laughter
Our observations that gave us air
To puff up our own thrones

And I, the spitting image of my disappointment
am left here empty
Bewildered, because it’s been made so that I need you
How would I love after you?
It was with you that I felt the ricochets of my affection
The heaviness of wanted blessings on your behalf
And I saw your faith waiver
And now they see me crack 
Because from where I’m running
is where I need to go back


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View

Many words have been written
many more have been said,
about this verdant countryside
which lives on in one’s head.
The many faces of the beacon
no matter from where one looks
different angles causing speculation
mound alive with sparkling brooks.
Ilkley moor; cow and calf rock,
standing all weathered and bleak
to this fine old roman town
come tourist boisterous and meek.
Black Foss in mid winter
frozen lance nine foot long
what force to stop such water
that creates December’s song.
Towards the ancient abbey
crystal waters rushing by
Stepping-stones for access
the Strid!  A lonely place to die.
From my window every scene
virtual reality not a dream
memories alas now I need
to strive somehow to redeem!

 © Harry J Horsman 
Reposted after going missing


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Nostalgia

The walls are talking as I walk down the old halls
the sound of the keyboard 
so late at night
the tears running down my face
the hours of my deepest emotions
The hours when people would learn the most
If only they cared to listen
The grace of my fingers 
as they speak my words

The music inside me is drowning as well
All the signs I keep ignoring

My goal is to take better care of myself
wake up feeling good every morning
proud to see myself in the mirror
to see where I was
and who I became
and what I never left behind

The feelings in my soul
Have been forgotten for a long time
How can my love and my best friend 
never see me skate
never see my sing
never see me play
never see me write
never see my poems

They're not things I'm hiding
they're just things I've let go

We've both lost joy in the things we enjoy
my old hope now is that 
we can experience each others joy together
without a fight

Go to your sports games
go to my plays
go to your concerts
go to my orchestras

Paint together
build together
walk together 
create together

We shouldn't be doing them alone anymore
That's the point of marriage
Isn't it?

Why else would you be marrying someone
If they weren't the one you wanted to spend every day with?
The one you wanted to create new memories with 
instead of trying to relive the old ones
I think we're with better people this time

I know that's one of my main objectives
I haven't thought of the future much recently
But that's what I really want to see
I can picture how I want to feel waking up every morning
I can feel what it would be like to walk in the park with you
To experience anything in nature with you 
What could be more amazing than that?

Well I know one thing
to go to bethel with you
to go to conventions and assemblies with you
to sit next to you at memorials
to do regional with you
to walk in service with you

We've been missing a lot of things
Help me get through 126 more days
Then we can start planning our future
and all of this will then become our nostalgia


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Sent

Biding peace laid for some pariah, 
spinning all mind's lie.
Vision gliding ever higher, 
	soaring ecstasy; exquisite sapphire sky

Yet wing Wired,  we catch earthbound, 
	nothing but shifting twilight sight.
cutting thy hand short. 
	Records wake, flash bright white.

Formed half here, half there.
Lost by laughter and fear, 
	A stolen shadow's
		 path to nowhere.

Within this vista of pure visual;
	,  ghostly green shine. 
		lit from MOON'S far dream.
The soothe sayer of dazed worry, 
		forgetting past fright of 
yet another scene.

Igniting matters .. all grey 
		coloured shock. 
 slumbering his career
spent, clinging by the scraps
		 scraping slow dawn 
drawing ever near

to mislead by a prized pun .. if not ... REMember. 
	gathering with a shaded kind,
left now, dust, dry light. slipping as a fade out mind

dashed on mourning 
	stealing yet another oblique view.
Aimless day-walker disjointed from the world; 
		so bland and blue.
As
Joy bursts from chest when ever pen hits
nothing compares to thy writing; 
			Alls elated fits.


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The Memory Tree

There were times, long ago,

when the young, preteen me

would intertwine herself

with the age-limp branches

of one of the two odd trees out.

But now, five years later,

the new me has reshaped her story,

gazing back on the memory

of a childhood lost forever.

 

The rough, tangled bark,

painted with decade-old blood

and knifepoint carvings

and skin interlaced in its valleys

where her knees had once tread.

I remember it and her tearless eyes;

where has the fearlessness gone?

 

There was once birdsong there,

mingling with my ignorant laughter.

The occasional scream there sounded, too,

when a prepubescent girl saw eight legs

and two beady eyes:

just as scared of her

as she was of it.

 

Most of these things are gone now,

replaced by year-dried leaves

and tripping roots.

But I have left my mark there,

my own memory at its roots:

a pool of purple tinged wax

and a skunkline of ash

halfway up its trunk;

a mirror to the pain

I felt that day.

Now, when I return,

the smoke is still present,

clinging to the hairs of my nostrils.

 

Although, one scent has always lived there,

even before I arrived,

beaming from the skies:

the smell of dew-coated leaves,

the sunrise,

of a child’s first breath.

Here I can find peace,

lost in the memory of my old life.

How I wish to forget it;

and yet each month, I find myself

crying beneath its love-lost leaves.


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She

Time lies not blameless for the faded, wilting bloom,
But has not dimmed its beauty,
Must not she harbour reflections of awakening Springtime,
But surrender to the Advent of the winter of her life.


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Nostalgia

To the cloudy evenings that darken the day;
To the pitter patter of raindrops on my window panes;
To the sweet odor of the earth after a downpour;
And to the rainbow flashing across the blue sky;
I yearn to return.

To the melodious chirping of the sparrows in the morn;
To the starry nights and the bright moonlights;
To the refreshing sundaes under the blazing sun;
And to the moments loaded with tons of fun;
I yearn to return.

To the steaming cappuccinos after a cold spell;
To the icy lemonades on a sunny afternoon;
To the brief siestas after the gourmet lunches;
And to the clatter of dishes on the eve of a celebration;
I yearn to return.

To the unending talks between my mother and me;
To the silly pranks of my brother that I hated then;
To the innocent compliance of my younger ones;
And to the gay laughter of my friends around;
I yearn to return.

To the grannies spinning tales all night long;
To my mom who strokes my hair, even now that I am an adult;
To the chatter of my siblings on a Sunday afternoon;
And to the commotion of the friends who drop by;
I yearn to return.

To the home of my immortal memories;
To the land of my constant dreams;
And to the place where I feel I belong;
I yearn to return.



Mar.23,’05.


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Clothing My Soul- Unveiled Lullaby



My spirit becomes one with my words
Standing without shame - dancing together with my soul
Even though my heart…
Walks upon soil that bathes my feet with tears
Searching for leaves to dry and clothe my soul
With her silken wraps of greene' 


I kneel my heart upon Earth’s carpet
Undressing my soul upon her soft emerald blades of grass
As the silence of echoing thunder 
Lays her solemn song upon deafened ears
Ears that no longer hear my voice of tears


The fabric of my heart - silenced now by unheard cries
As my intricate illusions fumble with un-promised conclusions
Pulling off fragile petals of flowers that were not bequeathed
Spinning cobwebs in my broken heart
A heart - so carelessly forgotten
You...
My unveiled lullaby of sorrow


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Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


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The White Fire Of Moonlight -And You

                                                                   
                                                                  *~*
                                                                    

                                       The silvery moon glided gracefully down-
                                             changing the night into a soft, golden pallor-
                                        its reflection softly glowing on the Earth below
         
                                   Peacefully- it crept into my window in a pale sea of dreams
                                      as I blissfully fell asleep in the cradle of Mother Nature

                                           In the nook of my soul my dream washed ashore…
                                           As the radiant moonlite looked up from the floor 
                                                                           And...
                                                               I peacefully dreampt of you

 
                                                                    *~*


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Questions in the Form of Circles

So far from the world that I sit upon
nothing left but a cord keeping me tethered down
persistent and eroding the nerves that still feel.

What lies ahead seems much to far
but the ghost of what was 
haunts the passenger seat like it is still reality.

I was always taught to think ahead
that is no easy feat when tomorrow never comes
dawn never breaks these nightmares
the clock ticks, and I age
but the hands of time stay dorment
life is a game of waiting.

Patience is a virtue that I wasn't blessed with
the only attribute I own is my memory
gift or curse I cannot say.

What keeps me here to waste away
what is the purpose of my being
the cliche question often comes to mind
what is the meaning of life?

I've been stripped of my crutches
so I am forced to stagger onward
along the dark path
shaking hand barren of lantern to guide me
only the fires of my dying will burn on.

The seasons go on changing
blistering heat and biting cold
I don't bat an eye
I've seen it all before
this walking corpse will only breathe again
when new goals set themselves alight.

Often times I find myself staring
at the burning mass of gasses I once called stars
Wonders I was robbed of when adolecence faded away
I wish for them to implode or crash upon us
in hopes of release or relief
I've already seen more pain than I wish to see.

I dream that whatever is out there
comes sooner than later
for i grow weary of this shell
and the tribulations that adorn it's span of life.

Life
a word I will never understand.

I cling to my pen
the only loyal friend I know.

The cycle continues whether I do or not
thats the beauty and torment of circles
they have no beginnings and no ends.


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Memories of Leaf Boats

As I grow older my memories become more veiled and sometimes lost.
But the best are yet to come as I write them down, of that I can’t ignore.
For my most cherished memories I’ll pass down, as the stories continue to stir.

Like the wonder I felt as a child… while sailing leaf boats down a creek.
Where would they end up? Would they find they’d sailed to foreign lands?
Or would they be defeated by the storms as they came rolling in?

Later I was awed by the thought that my future hubby would even talk to me.
We were so very bashful; that we were lucky, that we even came to be.
The trick was we were first friends…then, willing to hold together in the winds.

We became like one little leaf boat fighting together against the storms, again.
Then we became parents trying to raise our children with wonder in their eyes.
So we started by finding a creek where their leaf boats would be near, to find.

Eventually grown, they finally left us, so I sent them poems about those little boats.
Perhaps to help remind them: to start new memories for their brood, coming close.
Maybe even to remind them that life could still bring them wonders, too, once more.

Eventually, we will all sail away in one way or another, to distant shores.
I hope my poems will lead them, to where those wonders can still be found…
They will be able to find them by a creek with leaf boats floating around.

 I hope it will bring them memories; again, of the days we held them so close.
And had read to them the stories… I had written for those, I love the most.


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GRANDCHILDREN—A DELIGHT TO HEAR AS WELL AS SEE

  


What do you hear my granddaughters?

We hear butterflies landing so softly on the flowers
and the sound of blowing bubbles; we love, also, to hear them pop!
Birds are singing their own special tunes yet they blend as a well rehearsed choir. 
The hummingbirds darting from flower to flower—why do they so like Red?
The ice cream man is coming we hear his familiar tune!
Chalk makes a delicious sound as we drag it across the driveway 
in our first attempts at art.
We hear our own squealing voices as we run through the sprinkler, the cold water
hitting our warmed skin.


What do you hear my grandsons?

We hear the rustling of leaves as we climb the ladder to our tree house
and the growling of lawn mowers next door.
Our dogs are barking as they revel in the extra attention received when school is out.
The strange croaking sound in the evening comes from our resident frog—named Fred.
Bees are buzzing in the lavender plants; time to go inside!
But we hear dad’s BBQ sizzling as fat drips from steaks on to charcoal.
The sounds of our sports:  basketballs thumping, the crack of bats as we make home runs,
if only in our imaginations.
The best sound we hear," Let's go to the beach and have a picnic!”





Many years ago it was said that children were to be seen but not heard!


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Paramour

His brown eyes
She still feels them looking at her
His smile
She still see them smiling at her

She still remember their first time together
She still recall his touch
and she fell in love

The world was perfect
the colors were alive and vibrant
She was in love

He was a beautiful stranger
A stranger that caught her untamed heart
She was so in love

She remember how he cared about her
She remember the sound of his heartbeat
or was it just a make believe?

She thought he was her hero
didn't he try to rescue her?
and she gladly ran to him.

She thought his arms are her castle
as her head rest on his chest
there is no sky she couldn't fly

but she never knew..
She wish she had
the shadow of someone she thought he'll never be..

She thought he was her Knight..
but she didn't see..
the same knight whose sword is meant to bring death to her heart..

to him, she was nothing but a Paramour..


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Hard to Not Look, Easy to stay Staring

I've allowed that burning boat to float off without me
Rarely ever thinking about dissipating the flames, 
As it is hardly worth the time and effort. 
In Truth, 
There wasn't much of a future with that situation.
No matter the attempts
No matter the appeal
It was all for naught
The only thing I worry about now
Is looking back at the Flames
And hoping I am not entranced
By their Dancing Light


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Piano

 
Interviewer: What is your piano to you ?


  A piano is my lover; an intimate body who trembles and illicits sighs and groans under my careful touch
  A piano is my companion; a loyal friend who stands and waits patiently and unconditionally
  A piano is my voice; a passionate manifestation of my emotions when physical expression fails me
  A piano is my soul; an innate fragment of my heart, mind and body that gives me life and purpose 
  A piano is my heaven; an ethereal sanctuary that offers me refuge in my otherwise immoral world.



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Treasure

You are the mold that keeps me together
becoming the passion of my life
even in the worst of any weather
Time stopping when held in your arms
Only comfort  rests in your presence
I cower in that luminescent smile
Always by your side
This time now and forever
For your heart is the only one I can treasure


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Mother Nature

The beat of Mother Nature’s heart is in a rhythmical pattern,
Echoing around the forest through the song of birds.
My hair sways with the gentle breeze,
And the glistening sun shines down upon me,
The screams of joy and happiness carry on through the field, until it reaches me.
And I find that life isn’t always about the sufferings of humanity
But it can be about simple things; the adrenaline that courses through a small child as 
they run through the grass
And when you look at trees, you think of their age and what they’ve seen.
The knowledge that they must have is formidable,
Yet it’s comforting to know that something so silent, holds a thousand secrets.
Each leaf tells a story, and dies in the seasons. 
For new children come with their tales to be made
And the birds that surround the branches sing in harmony with Mother Nature.
It’s here, in this moment, that I realise there is no God.
Mother Nature is purely a personification of a child’s innocence.
For we, humanity, are our own God.
And our holiness surrounds us, in every breath we take.
In every thought, and every image we capture.
A secret, to be told.


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In The Autumn of My Years

Memories linger melancholy as I approach the bridge to the Gardens de Sol. A picture forms in my weary mind; Just a mere shadowed mirage, like an old faded photograph in a heart shaped locket kept near my soul centre for days, weeks and decades…. while fall winds crooning blue zephyrs frigid, incantations upon the once verdant meadows where the fawns grazed and wild horses pranced so breezy carefree on fine spring days.... I whirled and twirled , a carefree dance on patches of clover and dandelions in the spring of my youth Reveling joie de vivre of sun Sol warming skin and soul pink I remember our long, meandering walks in a picture perfect rose garden scented with redolent pines and aromatic wild flowers we conversed for hours, my hand in yours thrilling at your every word infatuated by a fervent touch You, idly picking petals off a rose; the deep timbre of your delicious laugh resounding joy to my acquiescent ears as I cavorted playfully in the garden’s fountain until lengthening shadows quilted the path with reluctant to leave, sun beams of a late summer afternoon And afterwards, in twilight violet sky; intimate moments by a blazing fire, silent music of our hearts thrumming a lovers sonata while you kissed me; gold specked brown orbs, so pleasurable and beguiling, warming my soul full of tomorrows promise and forgotten yesterdays Now, as I picture this quixotic drama rehearsed again and again one solitary tear slowly trails down and comes to rest on lines that were not there yesterday….. Dead cornflake leaves crunch under my feet as I walk the very same bridged pathway to the garden alone my only audience a solitary prickly cactus in the autumn of my years.......


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fire lanterns

they were young and laughing easy
running free in careless ways
casual with sunlight
molten flared with open faces
small princes rode in barley fields
wading in clear rivers
pouring years of life

as I watched slow
older vision, elder tongue
days lowered like gauzy veils
mazy sunlight, dusted
broken through falling leaves
and broken branches
to walk, to run
to join the circle
I'd be shining copper in the sun

moments left on sparrow'd wings
looking down on them and some
liquid in their trust
floating like fire lanterns
on blue black skies
burning heaven
with purest throats
plasmatic in their youth

but agon calls with beckoned creep
time turned, shadow’s glance
sweeping years like saharan wind
all just faces motes blown by
as tenor cries fade down the glade
nodding, given charon’s due
slipped away 
back to that glen
run on pathways shining new.


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Tumble, twirl, with the tidal swirl

Come dance in the waters
that summer has warmed
amidst the froth of the seas
Hear the sighs that echo from tides
as the crescents ripple in breeze
 
Join the surfers 
as they ride in on the waves
balancing bravely so tall
watch as their confidence grows so high
until showing off some do fall
 
It’s one enormous bath 
with the plug left in
where people swim around in the quay
and in that huge sink, the ships sail in
with the goods coming home from away
 
See how the bathers go in for a dip
desperate to cool down in the sun
and children play sports 
on the beach with their new friends
running around with such fun


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Back to Origin

Green grass grown on my skin 
I was shocked to see its offense 
Whenever I tried to chop it 
Again it appeared with a stance 
Butterflies started to surround me 
But then a donkey chased me 
And when I yelled at the donkey 
It ran a few yards away from me 
And then the donkey produced a loud surprising giggle
I knew it was only a scream but looked like a chuckle  
Astonished to see why this donkey doesn’t fear me 
But I felt trepidation as the donkey might tear me 
Thinking me as a piece of sand 
Where plenty of grass grown 
And when the kids saw me 
They came nearer to me 
And started catching the butterfly 
Without identifying me and my cry 
Then I realized that I got reverted back to human soil 
From this human soil people were created in toil 
When given only a week to do something
I did something different to go beyond my living
Oh Lord of the world remake me again 
I’m shocked and in a great pain   


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Birth

You came into this world with such a tendresse, 
when I held you, my arms became your anchor, now,
is the heartbeat that paddles you away from my coast
a lifetime journey, a dreamer duelist to grow.


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The Lost Sound

Why oh why should I have this woe
of this my birth tongue and it’s style,
the old days have gone
like a long lost song,
minds of a past nursed in thought.
As I sit with my truth
to the days gone by
I heed the sound of that, which is past
my gran, my mum, my dad
the folk from this dale God did bless.
Yet now it is the start to the new day
but the same where one does roam,
the tongue in tone blends all
no clue to whence one came,
as speech has lost its trait!

© 2013   


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Where are You now

I'm talking
to an empty bottle
and the aggressive cats
of loneliness
brake senseless rhymes
without pain
making things visible
for tearful
eyes

the sky collapsed
i don't know 
how

where are you
now?


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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 
Future


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Victoria's Novel Yore

Left to beg but not beggarly                                                                                      Novel ideas of the match the pencil seller                                                                     but the chimney sweeps upward and smoke filled the skies                                             as poetry gave rise to the industrial mass appeal                                                             Lady fair stands as her outstretched glove changes colors                                                 as drops of acid rain flow through her hands                                                                   Her rich husband killed from a triangle with pour business sense                                    left her there walking the streets with memories of the matches insensitivity              Written in her mind knowing she is now in a world where she is neither young nor fair        in days before she needed not pencil match or tot                                                         Art for art's sake in her relative life no need of miracles                                                     life imitating art she walks the cold uncoated streets                                                    cold wet and dirty she hopes God is aware


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It's Over

                                                                 ***~~***


   I close my eyes- 
Remembering your touch
   Breathing in
Your rain dampened leather…
   Your after shave and wintergreen
All those warm, familiar smells of you

   Smiling…
In the middle of kissing 
   Now…
Every night I cry myself to sleep
   Thinking…
Why is this happening to me…
   To us ?

Being apart doesn’t make me love you less
   It makes me love you even more

Stars quietly falling in the evening sky 
   Reminding me…
It’s over- it's over

   IT'S   REALLY  OVER

 
 
                                                          ***~~***


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To Show, To Share

I write you down to myself,
Little notes, things you say,
And keep them to myself
Because we don't want to be found out,
I want to keep you safe in me.
There is so much we will be
When the distance between us
Is measured with fingers, not miles.
There's so much to show you,
So much to share with you,
I see nothing without wishing
You were seeing it too.
One day is what I wait for.
Follow you, follow me:
This is all I know.
Then let them dare to say
That we don't know love.


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Forgotten Memories

Deep in the attic of your heart,
there is a chest  that longs to be opened.
What is inside? You only know,
Pictures and sounds you claim you’ve forgotten


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The Guardian of the Morning Light

The Guardian of the Morning Light,
Creeps out of his little space warm and soft.
No one will waste that precious morning light.
Our little fur ball will see to that.
Oh ye of little sleep… 
Give up the covers or ye will weep.
The door becomes his drums, 
To announce the morning rays of the sun.
He wakes the dogs up to whine and pace, 
Eventually they will lick our face.
The window curtains will begin to part till they…
Shower our faces and eyes with light… not soft.
Then the bed begins to shake…
As everyone begins the climb to our face.
But the secret weapons are about to come in.
The kitty has awoken the little children.
Cold feet assail us as they climb in place.
The dreams of a cuddle are now replaced…
But tomorrow will be another day
If I could only find a place to keep him at bay.
ZZZ’s are the treasure of days gone by…
But the future is richer with all these guys.

Now, if only, the Guardian of Light will be polite
And give us one more minute of sleepy respite…


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Reminiscence

I was lost into the vast sea of memories
only to return with chest heaving
My fingers rasped the molten emotions
welling deep within, brimful in my eyes

Those images as though carved in water
in which flowing time rippled my consciousness
but they all came up to me, cascading
My being’s emptiness filled up with moments

The decisions that shaped my experience 
were not at all perfect, there were mistakes
Who says that life is not a gamble we risk,
when time is one and only road we can’t retrace

Wisdom is the offspring of our erroneous judgment
and so it’s not about the faults and slips but regrets
that breed and cage the snake within our selves
a venomous serpent that bites in threat


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Flash of Youth

One again hears the rendition
of the songbird’s morning tide trill,
amongst shades of trembling light
that, which still meanders upon
the hillside, where unsung meadows
interact in dishevelled jade,
here were one to relive again
if only a fleeting moment,
an indulgence of nostalgia
that for me, cements in my mind
my youth and my esteem for you.
“A  portrait of foreverness”.

Copyright 2012
Harry J Horsman


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Letting these boots go part 1

I wore these boots for two decades.Whether shiny black or desert tan.
Through sun and snow, soaking wet or frozen solid.
Dusty dry or so muddy it was an effort to move each leg forward.
But always moving they were on all tasks and missions assigned for failure was
Never an option.
  These boots belong to me and hundreds of thousand others.
These are the boots of what is now called the legacy force.
For myself and all who sacrificed, served and dedicated their lives to serving this 
nation. From the Cold War, Desert Storm, Bosnia, Kosovo and Iraq.
 Protecting all that we chose to stand in front of and safe guard.
To protect with everything even if it meant for some boots to make no further prints.
 These are the boots I wore. I learned the way of these boots well.
Time and time again in times of peace and times of war.
I let them guide never questioning. One hundred and ten percent dedication.
These boots dictated my life and I let them.
For they required it and I accepted that.
  These boots travelled me around the world seeing many sites which many can only 
dream of. Countless people I have conversed with and tried to gain as much 
knowledge and wisdom as I could gather.
  I have never questioned this until recently.
At the end of as long hard trail filled with many hard times.
I have chosen to lay these boots aside.
For the older legs that now fill them had trouble bearing the weight which they 
represent.
  The act of unlacing and storing is not easy.
For although I had many a battle buddy, friend, ally say" go on old man and live 
your life you have given enough no more should be asked of any man"
Neither the boots nor I were ready to go easy. Because we travelled so long 
together we had become one. 


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Memories Made

The coldest white had fell
Surrounding all the feet of those behind
The day turned into hours
Just in the mind
Did the gift appear in night?
Or were dreams reality?
Did it come from karma’s hands?
It drifts from sanity

The trek towards that happy place
You’ve been there many times
Something was different now
It held a horrible surprise
The box wasn’t full of life and sound
The ashes of memories made were here
Taking longer to twist the knife
Left remains of a child now in tears

Standing still you couldn’t breath
Excuses flying in your mind
Trying to figure out the scene
Hoping there’s time
You look up to see
Expectant eyes for the last time
You wish you could keep
But it’s the saddest of a smile 


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The Silence of rain

Pardon me if I’m trembled to speak
For all unsaid words 
That I keep inside my mind
Think no more of your worries
For the times I was deserted
I just wanted to listen to the silence of rain
I can feel their quiet grief
In every drop that falls 
Maybe, these are bitter sweet tears
That I hide
I can give to heed to amiable lullabies
That sound like voices of angels
Could it be a song?
That delights your sympathy
Perhaps they are cried of my sorrow
But you never even heard
Sorry if sometimes
If my heart says nothing but questioning
About the feelings that I thought
It wasn’t so true
Let me join in the rain
Let them fall in my palm
So as then I could truly understand
Every word that was written in your mind
Let me cry in the rain
To hide all what I’ am feeling
For so many times I was trying
To perceive the love that you gave
An untamed love, I was deceived
Try to listen to the silence of rain
Sits quiet and tries to understand them
As the way I wanted from you

Listen to the silence of rain



Written By  : Cheryl Aldea
Date  :  April 21, 2011----
Copyright @ 2011
All rights reserve.


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The Image Of Being In Need

The Image of Being In Need

My eyes are covered in gauze,
from dirt scratching 
both of my corneas.

My boyfriend leads me around
otherwise I'd find myself on my 
knees feeling the ground.

He takes care of me
and tends to my needs.

He accidently squirts 
ear wax cleaner
into my eyes instead 
of my prescribed 
eye drops.

Oh the pain,
I thought would 
drive me insane.
No apologies either!

He picks my clothes out
and helps me dress,
too close for my
comfort.

The humility found in 
depending on another
for survival was not high.

So glad I'm looking
for a new guy now,
the image of me
depending on him
for a lifetime
is not a good one.

For he left me
feeling more like
a burden then
a friend in need,
to me that
makes him 
a bad seed
for me.


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As Go the Hours, the Days, the Years

                                                      1,

I remember 20:

Aflame with ideas and visions,
A mind unfettered by necessity's constraints,
Spirit open to everything -
Tomorrow held no fears, 
Yesterday no regrets;
There was only day following day,
Each new and with something to give,
And each corner I turned
Led down a new road
Where the joy was ever in the going,
With a horizon impossibly far and bright.

     Do you still see that youth somewhere inside
     When I gaze on you, Love,
     As I still see that girl with the laughing eyes
     Who ran down those roads with me?

That was our dreaming-time,
The cloudcastle years

When we could scarcely bear
The brightness of our own being.

The wonder of the world embraces the young,
And they return the embrace,
But like the children they so recently were,
They are distracted, and break away
Enticed by the next marvel
Peaking 'round the corner.

A part of us yet runs there, Love;
Running and running
Through the endless light.

                                                         2.

I remember 30:

Young parenthood, responsibilities.
We showed them all the light we could,
Let them run into it and find their ways.

Small voices grew to sound like our own;
Busy days and nights fly past
Like leaves blown out of the grasp of their trees,
Tumbling, mixing, moving on

Until at last the bigger voices went off on their own,
Running down new roads
Chasing their own marvels.

Now and again they return,
And we share our found treasures
And fondly laugh together
At Youth's follies and discoveries
And sigh within
At the beautiful light.

This was the time when we were Fortune's Fools,
And proud and happy to be.

                                                       3.

I remember 40:

The time of Action
The time of Challenge.

This is the time we found our strength,
Though it was sometimes purchased with pain.

This was the time of lessons,
Some of them hard.

This was also the age of flowing friendships -
Some growing, some degenerating, most holding stable,
Especially, of course, the good old ones,
The ones that stretch to childhood, and go on stretching still.

And finally, also our era of finding out:

     Our spouses really are our best friends
     How relative time truly is
     Why learning to Just Accept pays off
     Where the foci of our lives need to be
     When to roll over and when to dig in
     Who's a Friend and who's a Face.

The forties were something special.

                                                          4.

So now we stand in the middle 50s.

Less ahead than behind, for sure.

Youth is still not quite out of reach,
But age is on the horizon and beckoning.

Has Age brought wisdom along?

I think yes, but she's holding back,
Not saying much just yet.

Now the light has begun to slant;
There are decades to go,
But the afternoon has come on,
The hot day is cooling ...
Sunset is gathering into its birth,

     I know where we are now.
     I know who we are now.

We walk the shore and look ahead,
Knowing that after sunset comes the dawn again,
After a little rest in the starland between
As go the hours, the days, the years,
Pulled out, away into the great Unknown.

Now we walk together towards that sunset
And all the mysteries waiting there.
Together we shall find them all,
And when we reach the last, the Greatest,
I expect to turn and find again
That girl with the laughing eyes beside me,
Ready to run, and run, and run.



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Remembered Love

Ashes waft over the meadow 
a jet stream of sorrow, 
beckoning the widow to the 
edge, down to the river. 

Contented epoch, at the 
creek where the wolves run, 
he lived and laughed. 

We watched the bright blue 
stars foxtrot across the milky 
way, a midnight indigo quilt 
shivering with light. 
 
Mountain men whose 
toughened hands cradle their 
violin and mouth harp. Music 
soared amidst craggy 
chiseled countenance. 

We listened to the chaste 
screech of a hawk, the forlorn 
cry of a mountain cat, 
soft snuffling of a bear, 
watery splash of a fish. 

You and I waltzed in the 
meadow; no music needed 
other than the love song that 
pulsed in our hearts. 

Can I have this dance for 
the rest of my life? 
Together it seemed so… 

right, 
wrong, 
simple, 
eternal, 
joyful, 
lonely, 
sad… 

...happily ever after? 

No.

Time enough for us to love, 
laugh, share, be silly, fight, 
forgive, and cry? 
To seethe and despair? 

Yes.

Trisha Sugarek from
Butterflies and Bullets 


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hopscotch

knobby-knee’d, toes that stop 
bend and pick up 
penny, marble, rock 
outside chalk 
on concrete, begging, for me to turn around 
for one more try 


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Travelling Through Memories

In my head there's an echo of the past,
Reminiscing memories of the last years,
My childhood's fading, now disappears.

In my heart I know nothing can last.
Living through moments of these years
In adolescence I am now switching gears.

In my mind there's a ghost of the past.
Growing into times of tomorrow's years,
My future being only crying joyous tears.


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Hmmmm....

So interesting...
I look at my memory sheet 
I sigh
Those words are so.....late
Why did you wait?
What were you thinking....seriously?!
The setting was awkward but... :-)
will definitely be memorable.
I look at my memory sheet...
you struggle for words to describe 
a connection
i hide
painfully i watch you
my moments are few
I look at my memory sheet
hoping that one more line could be added
until there's reason to pull it out again.


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Sandalwood Fan

Sandalwood Fan

On the verandah of the Moana Hotel
Not too many years ago
Under the great banyan beside the
beach at Waikiki

They would bring a fragrant sandalwood fan
to all the guests that ordered tea.
They set it before you in its own fancy stand

the most alluring fragrance wafted on demand,
when you opened it’s carved blades
 and gently  fanned. 
 Given  to holders on an honor system
Understood to  return on leaving…

Sadly, too many proved    untrustworthy.
after a time- these fans became  un-available

A friend who had shared many tea- times there, with me
one day -sent me a small gift from China
A slim package which when opened re-kindled memory

A glass topped case holding a sandalwood fan
just for me

Suzanne Delaney


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The Old and New

Maverick Free verse


My grandmother’s velvet covered album
was not coveted by any of my siblings. 
I pretended not to care so as not spark their interest, 
but I was happy when it was scorned by others. 
It is now in my possession and proudly
shown on my coffee table.  Unlabeled
photos from the 1800’s fill it.
I can only guess who might be whom.
I try to find resemblances to my siblings, or myself
and make up stories to fit the characters.
The real stories of their lives are lost to the past.
How sad that they did not have the cameras and
videos of the modern age, to record they’re stories.

My pictures are memories tucked into a silver frame
or in between some pages glued as part of the past.
My daddy sitting proud and tall, Mama’s hand upon his arm
Driving his young and lively team.
I wrote their names on the back for posterity.
Here is one of their first cars, just see my mama’s smile.
As I’ve heard tell it was the one that broke down every mile
As the many babies came along, they added them one by one
into the family portrait, seven kids all told.
Through marriages and grand-kids, everyone is shown with pride.
Now with my labeled names and other bits of information they will
be real to the following generations.

That Kodak recorded lifetimes, before it up and died.
They’d be surprised if they could see the pictures of today.
We take them now with digital and email them away to all..
I’ve gathered old and new alike, to place upon my screen.
In color or in black and white, my family’s story
shall be saved for all who care..



For John's Maverick Free contest won no. 4 place


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Forgive, please forget

I lie here looking at the ceiling,
Then I look to your word,
It didn't have much meaning, 
Trusting you is almost absurd
You left me broken promises
I know I'm better off
No more kisses
I need to write you off
I'm a creature of habit
I  know I'm not that tough
I have no heart to be compassionate
You stole it, left it in the rough
I'm Forgetting how your voice sounds
It truly makes me sad
yet still want you around
I still know what we had 
Why'd did you ever leave? 
Why couldn't we have been enough for you?
Now you wallow in sorrow and tell me how you grieve
love isn't for the weak I give the devil his due 
Now you suffer twisting, contorted pain
the worst mistake of your life
takes me back to lovers lane
You really messed up and I'm to alleviate you of your strife?
You think you deserve it?
….
…..
…...
…....
…..I do.


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When Looking in to the Eyes of an Angel

What beauty in this angel's eyes?
A single glance is all it takes
To capture the heart and soul of a thousand men,
And mine have been ensnared a thousand times or more.
One look, I fell,
And still I fall.
Endless and infinite depth,
These are no mortal eyes.
So dark, so deep,
Yet illuminated from no earthly place.
There are no words that can be used
By this poor mortal fool,
To express the beauty and the sense
That is conveyed by just one glance
In to an angel's soul.
She claims there is evil within these darkest orbs,
But I say, no, my love,
In truth I'm sure there is no room for evil to reside.
For each night, I saw God in your eyes.


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Batman

Wearing a dishtowel around his shoulders as a cape
This gleeful child claiming to be Batman
Jumping off the footstool,
Leaping around the room,
Determined to save the world

Now grown, a world of worries of his own,
The enemy,    a mighty foe
This Batman, has nowhere to go
A deeper furrow in his brow
Can this super-hero still come to know
the answers to life's Riddle's, thrown
or defend against a Joker's scorn?

Or will life tear you into two? ......
Till someone comes to rescue you? 

__________________________
For P . D. 's Contest #3


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Silence

Silence
How deep is the silence? 
When it builds between 
Two souls that assume
They understand each other
But when altered ego takes
The Dive, the plunge never
Ends and the abyss spread
Its arms and engulfs relations
Lost in those thoughts, we 
Tend to Drift apart, with 
Hope of touching the End
To break the
Silence...


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Another day

Another day, the sun rises
Life lived in bland monotony
I find at best I am complacent
existing on the borderline of contentment
 
It's rarely found to be of favor
but everyday you'll find me here
Waiting patiently for another chance
to leave my mark on so dull a world
 
Maybe today will be the day
that this bleak existence I suffer
Finally gives way to a new spark
and I find excitement has been born
 
I wish only to have a moment
A brief passing of time
Let me live my fifteen minutes
dancing quietly in the spotlight
 
Another day, the sun sets
I look out my window
With a sigh I find my bed
Another day passed,
Another day wasted.


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What I've Become

I've become tired all the time
And I wake up at noon
My dreams are too realistic and
Nightmares have begun to 
comfort me 
With their broken, clipped, 
harsh sounds

I've become to breathe with 
effort
It is no longer an automatic 
mechanism that requires no 
help
But a project that I work on all 
day
Processing the steps and 
remembering my task
Like a child learning her first 
song

I've become to keep to myself
Never joining for meals or 
Leaving the comfort of my cold, 
dark room
Where nobody will disturb me
It will be just me and music

I've become emotionless
Like a rock, or a dirty street 
curb
I will provide you with no 
sympathy
Or gratitude
Only a solid form that has a 
presence

I've become dysfunctional
Because one of my pillars has 
been taken down
One of strings was strummed 
too many times
One of my gears needs oiled
And one of my organs needs 
repaired


I am not myself.  

And who are you?


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Happy Dotts

Black spots and Polka dots;
Are flouncing in the sky.

Hopping; dropping;
dancing; prancing;
cavorting way up high.

Whirling; twirling;
Spinning; grinning
Swaying in the air.

Moving; shaking;
dipping; braking;
Floating without a care.

What you say,
is this you see?
I don't know,
you tell me


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Reflections of Love

I need to heal and fast,
I can feel the time running out, all too soon.
But can't push myself out of the agony,
The threads of pain pull me back like a puppet.
 
I seem wrong to be grieving now, odd one!
Everybody else is no longer black,
Me, haven’t seen the sunlight for long;
The mansion, its corridors, the rooms  now my world.
 
The wound in my heart is still too fresh,
It forbids me from a sunset on the beach,
It forbids me from running or skipping,
It forbids me from laughter and joy...
 
In denial: they say but it's not all true, I accept
I know he is dead, He is no more
But do I dump him in my past and move on?
The thought makes me hate myself!
 
He would want you to smile again, live further..
Strangers tell me his likes and wants, the know-it-alls.
I look straight ahead and avoid their prying eyes
It’s a losing battle, I know but let me lose in grace...
 
Visitors keep pouring in, with flowers and tears.
He was a man loved by many, the crowd proves it,
Everybody seems shocked and pale but not as lost as me
I glide along the windows, reliving the shadow of memories...
 
The moments were many, uncountable even,
It crushes my soul to think, they are all I have,
I see his fingerprints on the window panes,
I search for mine too, just beside him they lay...
 
The garden is being watered, but by a strange hand
The plants understand the master is now below them, 
He will never enjoy their colors or drive away moths
His ashes and scent scattered around the mango tree..
 
I smile at the garden then burst out laughing,
Before I know, warm tears run down my nose
But there still lingers a smile, wet with glistening tears
I am happy he lived, he lived full and more...


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Questions without Answers

I find myself at a quandary,
A hopeless dead-end alley.
I sit, I think, I wait, I despair,
I rack my brain for remembrance.
I search seas and find nothing.

I am a sailor without stars,
An explorer without a compass,
A globe without a north.
Blank and lost I sit,
Hoping to remember.

I had it once, not long ago.
It was all there and answers flowed.
But still I sit here, thinking, thinking,
While the clock keeps on ticking, ticking.
Look at questions, remember the answers.

Search and strain, I comb my mind,
Remember, remember, it was all just there!
Round and repeat, search and repeat,
Over, and over, and over.
Time will run out, the answers will not come,
The fat lady is here, her song is sung.


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Sun Bleats

That which would make me a cog in the machine , 
dragoon me into a lethal automaton
	be left in the walls of sleep.

As the sun bleats in fear of crowds &
the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire.
	Let the world spin on thru space's 
quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink 
	on the writer's hand. Or let the 
chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks &
 chunks of lung, held by the prism of 
	your stare.

	To dance swirling down the drain 
as another matter for the brain to tick 
as a clock tocks out seven days to review 
& recall all infected packets of nurofen.

	Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case
of the flu while the fever dreams strike 
	drowning in clay & blank doll faces.

As my daughter will drink only the finest wine 
& my son will make all the other children cry 
w-/ the malice of his fingers.
	
	In the first flash of a passionate love
affair , feather light, beating as two hearts 
revolve round the moon lit stage. 


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Roswell -July 8th 1947

The inhabitants of Quintar V Were in many ways like Man They evolved from legless blobs And from the unkind sea Ventured onto land. Their technology advanced In only a few thousand years. Hyperspace was soon available. So the greater minds left to search the stars. For many light years they travelled. Through universes and galaxies galore Generations grew up on their ships The young were taught space ship skills And prepared in peace to greet new life. Eventually they came upon Earth. And at Roswell began their descent. But despite all the knowledge gained. The spaceship into the ground crashed. The brainiest creatures in all the Milky Ways Did not know how to land.


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King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


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Pickled Madness

Born a wee bit 'early' like a crocus
covered in the snow of March
and unwelcome stranger am I to a
clue less world, child of the Jew.

A wee bit early for proprieties sake
yet, Mother never admitted such 
to her dying breath.
Bit 'early' the Mainiac's 
would say "ayah?"
like a daffodil in a soft, wet, ripe
spot of humus in the sun.
A bud of brightness, but, out of place.
Crocus croaking beneath the weight
of prejudice a hybrid combine
of drink and mind
covered in the after birth of woman.

In the snow's furnace Mother was born also.
Child of German extract and Mayflower heir.
Of March mother new little, raised at the foot of Mt. Battie 
and unwelcomed except by she was the
stranger.......

Am I not, the child of 'pickled madness', aye.
To a clue less world was I born.
Clue less as to the exotic mix
world child as are so many now
of the Jew.

* New Form each line begins with words in order
taken from the first verse.
**See About the Poem


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They call it Fuel Scarcity

The nation in question is a world largest oil exporter
It citizens is be deprived of what she has
Involuntarily long queues from night 
In petrol stations till dawn outside the same stations
Makes the danfo drivers angry and happy with price hike
Who will be sorry for the stranded commuters
Is it the profitless street sellers
Or the red hotted conductors?

You then see a divided country
Each citizen angry with and harmless to the government
Frustrated citizens walk miles to chase Molues
No one cares for the other the aim is to get home
Though some do, the poor ones.
Who says it only touches the proletariat
Even the rich are touchable
You will see big fat men exercising  in their cars
Suffering from the traffic jam created at the stations.
Who will condole with the cying lady
That cannot manouvre due to her twisted hand
And clucth ridden legs?

A country were  urchins 
Take to the streets as black marketers
The hoarding stations having collaborated
With them sell the gold four times its price
All moneyed men will buy from the law breakers
The owners says it is due to vandalism 
What a suitable lie
For it is likely that the political skirmishes
Has reined on the innocent citizens
Even our eight year leader
Will not address us on the issue
Who says it this is not a dividend?
I say it is.


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YOUR VOICE

Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two and this story:

The sound of your voice is a soothing balm,
That eases my tension and fills me with calm.
Whenever I'm homesick and feel all alone,
It's the sound of your voice that takes me back home,

To a time when my worries were simple and few,
And my problems, then complex, were just something new;
A thing yet untried and so they confounded,
The heart of a youngster still new and ungrounded,

In matters of managing life in extremes,
And if not for you I'd have lost many things.
It's you that has given me courage to try,
And reach out for a goal and never say die,

And though I gain comfort,
And wisdom in years,
It's the sound of your voice,
I still long to hear.

                             Judy Ball

(Life - Like A Home Needs Love For It's Foundation.)

For I Fancy Another Sad Poem Contest by Constance LaFrance - Aug.15,2011


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If Walls could talk

Here I am, you’re in my mind once again
Thinking so much of you
A way that makes me to smile
That I find myself humming 
A love song time and again
So lead me to the dance floor
Let our feet sway to the music of our heart
Let me be your queen for just a moment
Let me be the one to hold you
And keep you here with me
But, why As I open my eyes 
Suddenly you fade away in my arms
I find myself dancing with the wind
You’re image has disappeared 
Like a smoke, between this wall
So I have sat in the cathedra, that old as a decade
Like my love that I felt 
That becomes old memories
Maybe, I should write words
On the wall 
What I have felt inside
It is the only thing can describe
Unspoken words
Maybe then, Walls could talk
To deliver every letter in your heart
If walls could talk
Perhaps, you can read every word 
In my eyes



Written By : Cheryl Aldea
----April 02, 2011----
Copyright @ 2011
All rights reserved.


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An Idea So Rich

Allowance
That is the true crime to my mind
Allowing entrance of this Idea
An Idea so intoxicating 
It Blinded Me
Clouded Judgement
Drove me through a Fog
That I should've never gone through
The Burning Light
It was the only appeal I could see through the Fog
The only thing that even enticed my interest
Was it Fantasy?
Most likely
Fantasy Enshrouded with Arrogance of my own Design
A Design So Flawed
So Young
It would have been the End of myself
Had I continued after it

Perhaps, allowing the boat to float on
Was the best I did for my well being
Staying Or Even Attempting to go Aboard
Would have proven Fatal
In possibly, the most dangerous of ways..


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A moment

 "come fluttering words, come drifting words to me  . . . "


Crumbled walls
Decaying paths
She wanders through the wreckage of a life she once knew

The sky is different now
Similar but different
Yes, the clouds form different patterns of tragedy in the gray abyss above
And it will never look the same again

She shivers at the thought
Catches sight of herself in a puddle
New roots sprout across her skin
And she weeps

Ahead of her is pink
And new

Flowers

She leans down to meet them
Inhales them
Let's her tears fall onto their fragile petals
Which bob gently in reply
As if they understand

She is mourning for a moment not yet passed.


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Dusk

As the leaves fall to the ground,
I see the glowing sun slip to the horizon.
A soft wind blows with a cooling sound,
And clouds march across the skies.

The amber disk falls earthward,
Giving the clouds a heavenly glow.
The wind swirls the leaves,
Forming omens in the air.

I go to leave this scene,
I watch all that goes on,
And witness a beauty that will come again,
With every day, from dusk to dawn.


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Emerald

Sending you
my dream	
red bird flying
in an
emerald sky
landing
on my heart


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In My Bedroom Walls

A place for a myriad of pastimes
From bliss to despair
The pictures that hang here have a luminous glow from the rays that shine from 
the sun
Sometimes I stare at the them wishing I could escape into the picturesque 
setting where I am free from all my demons

My bedroom walls
Where my secrets lie 
They see my sins
They hear my cries
Just one more place
Where my dreams have died

Ghosts from my past
Awaken me at night
I hear the howling
Of the wolves that lay in wait to tear my flesh
They violate sacred grounds
Like vultures they feed off me until all that is left is bones

If these walls could speak what would they say?
Would they scream my confidences like Banshees and give their mistress away?
Or will they remain silent? 
Mysterious chamber of slumber where both romance and horror have performed
Where I keep myself hidden
Only they have the key to unlock the truth bestowing serenity on my soul
These bedroom walls don't crucify me for my wicked transgressions
In my bedroom walls I don't have to masquerade or put on a costume to conceal 
my imperfections
In these bedroom walls I am free to be me


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Java for Aquaman

I quickly realized that 
our waitress
didn't know how to balanace
a coffee pot

when it slipped off of her tray
and splashed in my lap. 

Not knowing if I should cry from the pain
or be mad at the clumsy waitress
or be nervous that I was to blame
or to laugh at the spill,
I just looked down
at my darkened and steaming shorts.

The harried young server
grabbed my hand
and whisked me off into the kitchen.

"Are you okay, honey?"
Mascara and red lipstick.
She untucked my shirt
and unbuckled my belt
and unzipped me.
Strawberry scented hair and hoop earrings.
She whipped off my shorts 
with a "shoosh" sound.
Smooth hands and her skirt 
was taut in the back.

She darted off to the sink
to rinse out my dyed shorts
and left me standing there
in the restaurant's humid kitchen
in my Aquaman Underoos.

My pale and hairless legs 
smelt like French roast
as I waited for my clothes
to dry on the radiator.

A teenaged station cook
glanced at me for a moment
and then went back to 
silently flipping his flapjacks.


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Antenna of Clairvoyance

The antenna of my clairvoyance
Brings me your picture

     I see, still I see 
     You at end of the bachelor’s pasture
     On the threshold of Wedlock’s lustre
     In dilemma, being Connector you intend
     Or as a Divider you stand 
     Vision is, yeah, very much clear
     As if you are on my retina’s layer

The antenna of my clairvoyance
Brings me your voice clear

     I can, still I can
     Hear the unspoken words
     That your lip’s womb delivered
     Sobbing as a lost baby, in a cave you are
     Of bachelor stones and married pillars
     Echo is, yeah, very much clear
     As if you are drumming it in my ear

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hitendra Mehta
(Entry for Members Contest - Hearts Warmth by Sami Al-Khalili )


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My, My, My

My, My, My My life is a crack in the concrete My faith is an old newspaper cutout My soul is the drifting clouds My heart is a crystal sphinx My core is as solid as a cup of pudding My voice is a hundred tapping feet So many words circle around my mind Reminding me I could never speak them all I wish the sky was closer so I could touch it When I feel like I'm falling from oh so high Many times I feel like I'm selling stories Good enough to be read but never instant classics These feelings I feel are taped to my heart But the duct tape is slowly peeling away A lot of verbs represent what I like to do But there's a lot of verbs I'll never experience Yet maybe if the iron walls come crashing I'll experience life like a brand new dictionary My life is a leaf falling to the ground My faith is an old unread novel My soul is the stars in the universe My heart is a sabertooth tiger My core is merely a collection of bottle caps My voice is a hundred buzzing vuvuzelas Days pass where I cut words from magazines Folding them up into old albums I'll never look at again I keep dipping my feet into pits of brownie mix Wishing I could taste yet I lack a tongue Most of the time I'm living an ancient ghost story Locked in the basement of a haunted mansion Yet these wood paneled walls can't keep me in Not when I'm as tall as any adjective in my mind Not a day passes when I don't look at the sky To see if I can cut the truth from the very clouds It's like a hundred new mysteries each and every day Just waiting for eager minds to find them My life is the sun setting in the horizon My faith is an old countryside sit-in diner My soul is the song of a million grasshoppers My core is the binding of an old book My voice is the breath of a thousand sleeping babies


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Legal Tender of Getting Old

Legal Tender of Getting Old 

If tears were coins I'd be a rich man… 
If sadness was time I'd live forever… 
If I only knew what to do to make it better… 
I would do it in a heartbeat. 


But, no answers are easy when feelings crash around you… 
And the Sun does not shine in the heavens above… 
if only I could see…if only I could find a way…if only I knew… 
How do you say goodbye when there is no love? 


To only be me myself alone … again… 
decisions are frightening and shaky to behold… 
But change is needed for me to stay sane… 
all the while we continue to grow old. 



RLM 
'05


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Call it Happiness

Call it Happiness

I have found the perfect headspace
to molest the keyboard
and make love to old demons
to be labelled and filed away
for another day
the words are still with me 
despite feeble attempts
to pacify them
from outside influence
by learning to be comfortable
with the strange paths of desire
by growing further away from
the fragile identity of old
and into a new skin
I can move around in
there is no longer 
an obligation to the dead
no impossible virtues
that need to be fed.


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Moonlit Snow

Full moon rises
with luminous essence
falling on fresh snow
reflecting a myriad of twinkles.

Torch light radiance
blankets meadow and field,
exuding the shadowy lustre
of an imposter twilight.

Refracting moonbeams 
encompass forests,
dancing with flickering light
thru' Evergreen trees.

Moonlight emulates day,
illuminating the midnight hour...

Translucent colors
diffuse the dawn,        
shimmering on fresh snow 
with sparkles of morning light.


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Remove Your Mask

It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,
Your Spirit seeks the world with penetrating eyes,
An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance, 
A vanity inside abiding, and nonetheless
 Fragmented consumed exhibits –
 Pieces as shattered glass,
Dusted with suffering in twinkling’s time,
Whirling with frenzy, becoming a cavort
With mere thoughts of an empty heart-
Seeking out an eternity of dual hearts
Winged hand-in-hand evoking beauty,
A joyful dawn, a gem of love,
And mystery given by hours of a gentle work;
 Your guarded soul knowing each mask which
Stands wishing and seeking the selfsame,
Poses evolving and amassing little understanding,
Statutes unfair do never-rest,
 Simply leads to bareness far and wide;
Prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask,
Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,
Disrobe the mask you wear and sanctioned, 
Mark your love and tranquility for a time to come,
Allow your soul to breathe unleashed;
Why wear that mask you display?


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Simple Pleasures

Making mud tamales
Sucking cherry tomatoes
Gorging on figs til
my stomach ached
Splattering a watermelon
to the ground
Ripping its guts out

Competitively running
from the start of Isabella Street
to the Rail Road Tracks
of our dead end street
I was faster than Larry and Mike!

Blowing bubbles
that floated to Neverland
Chalking a mansion 
With rooms for 50 kids
flowers and space
everywhere

Chinaberry fights
launched from the
bricked front porch
Nefretitti poised like a 
snake slithering styling
down the driveway
runway

Week long Scrabble
competitions
and hours of 
conversations
about the universe
and universes beyond

Parades with high
stepping majorettes
avoiding the horse manure
Jacks, jumprope and 
drinking Kool-Aid from
the pitcher 
(Shhh, don't tell)

Simple pleasures
Simply learned
From children



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The Girl AcrossThe Lawn

I look upon the girl across the lawn                                                                                                Who looks like you                                                                                                                                              And my day has gone to dreams                                                                                                          Only to find your face in the clouds                                                                                                                 Has pushed the sun away


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Goodbye my first Love

To my lover from long ago,
 You were the one to set my heart aglow
 I wish I wasn't so young back then
 When I knew so little of men
 Hurt and pain was all I could see
 Hence twas only heartache that could be
 You with your scruffy hair
 And clothes worn threadbare
 As u went thru life with seemingly hardly a care
 Your lovely mischievous smile
 Was blessed to know you, if just for a while
 
 To heal every woe you dearly tried,
 Through many days I continuously cried.
 Thank you for all the tears you dried,
 When with life I could hardly cope.
 Thank you for holding out on hope.
 Thank you for holding me so close,
 As my darkness upon me did impose.
 
I pray you never let your dreams die
 That you let you soul free to fly
 That with the seasons passing by
 U know the best in your future does lie
 
I'm so glad to have known you true
 Even though I was mostly so blue
 You and your brainy head
 And all the books you have read
 Days spent on the beach
 As in each other we did beseech
 Long walks under skies azure
 So many memories mostly a blur
 
I'm so sorry I hurt you so
 And hope that you have truly let go
 That I don't as a shadow hover
 As you attempt to trust another
 To give your absolute all
 And leave the pasts shrieking call
 
Thankyou for everything
 For all the love you did bring
 Thank you for loving me
 And helping me set myself free :)


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butterfly shutters

i feel down like this 
your the only one
who can break this curse
don't you ever feel 

oh i feel down like this

life is beautiful 
the piano leads me on 
seemingly touched by strays 
sunlight frees my rage 

well i feel stepped on now 
sometimes life is rough
i feel done with this 
cause i feel down like this 

oh i feel down like this 

life is so compressed 
i need you right now 
don't you ever forget 
i fell down like this 

sunlight cures my eyes 
when i feel down like this 
and your the only one 
don't you ever feel

"we take chances until chances take us away"


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First Job

Your son's first job
and you fight the urge
to go wait late at night
in the parking lot,
so that he doesn't have 
to walk the few blocks home,
so dangerous for a young man,
but you must,
for making it home safely,
is also part of the first job,
and waiting up,
for the casual hello
is also part.


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Assisted Living

Life is down to no-frills necessities
in a room with the chest of drawers,
double bed and television.
The walker stands in the corner
waiting to be used to get to the dining room,
the social activity three times a day.
The nurse's aide, with her lilting Haitian accent,
comes around to check during the day:
time for meds, channel change? a walk
down the hall? a glass of juice?
You know that you mustn’t drive a car.
The house is gone, and so are its furnishings,
let's face it, life is over.
Grandchildren come to visit,
sighs of relief when it's over.
Dreams of the past when life was real
occupy time until dinner and bed.


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Homely Shores

The waves carry it on
And as it swims with the current,
It drifts to unknown seas
Where danger surfaces with the surf.
But when it swims against the current,
It’s thrashed and smashed
And broken.
But it finds the way home.
It’s you.
Though castles on homely shores
Have been washed away.
 
Yet castles can be built again
And wooden logs can decay
Trees can shed their leaves and burn
While stones change shapes.
Home will be calm still
And soak you with peace that the waves washed away.  
Home will calm you
I promise.


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City Limits

Inhale the impossibilities, framing faces
with Boston smog and Alston fumes
freezing on eyelashes
you swore you have seen before

on some train through downtown Hell,
a crust-dripping slice of allyway
propped up with rusting mortar;
or probably both.

And all the City's strangers
are trackmarks pocking the veins 
of One Ways and Do Not Enters,
each as you are.

Listen to that rush of wind
screaming up through sidewalk grates
of what will never be,
because you won't be seeing any stars.




"City Limits"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


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once

Those eyes , those eyes
that burn away the darkness
In those eyes I can die and turn off all the malice 
if it's true , please wont you let it be real
you are the only thing that chases away my fears 

those lips that once belonged to me 
Let me drink my fill
I want to live in ignorant delusion 
even if only in my dreams
I want to be drunk off of you 
Ill give you all of me 

That breath!
that would utter my name 
the one that filled my lungs
the breath that tickled my spine 
that breath that gave me life. 


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Fruit Cocktail: From The San Diego Suite by Ronald S Porter

Apricot nectar, I licked from her lips,
suckled the dew like honey
from melon ripe breast
and in time did savor
the heady heavenly flavor
of passion's fruit in all the rest
and night birds
beyond the window

...sang a new song.


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Memories Of Virginia Beach

Unpacking the sweater I was wearing
on the beach, under that veiled sky
bathing me in the late summer’s heat, 

I can hear the surf, the daring waves
surging up like greenish snakes and
approaching sideways, hear the white 

noise hissing at the tops, I can see 
them washed ashore rolling toward me,  
watering the hot sands of my memory.


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Someone is missing

Missing the thoughts, or someone is missing.
The empty chairs in room or someone is missing
Talking to my self or someone is missing
Writing my feelings or someone is missing
Hearing echoes of my voice or someone is missing
Empty canvas or someone is missing
Just shadows or someone is missing.
Complaining in poetry or someone is missing.


..12-03-12.......................................................................................

Its sometimes difficult to fill the void, when suddenly someone goes away (even for while) or in net world (goes Offline) and this happens when u get attached with that friend, for some special reason.. 

 inspired by beautiful smile.. 

.musafirs


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nothing ever will

touched your name
tapped a keypad
and frog-like-lilly-leaps
found me
fly-like with
accuracy
after so strong a bound


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Why I can't Write

I have carved seventeen years into this notebook
Dragging Mondays across the paper
Saturdays exploding from the nib

It is not enough now
To take a hair from his head and rest it on a page
Sacrificing my heart to the wind
Praying she might not take it from me

It is not enough now
To take a reflection of his smile and scatter it across these sordid lines
In the hope that they might trap it for me
And not keep it for themselves

I want to pen myself into him
Carve myself deep into his skin
Curl into myself
And live there
In the space between his heart and lungs.


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Blue

Yet again
Indigo, 

I thought of you

You of the night sky
And deep sea

You of the seed
The flower

The dye that was cast
I dipped into the blue
and was changed


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The Past

I want to watch you bleed,
and I know you've thought of it too
I can feel the ache in your heart,
and the questions that stir inside
Like why should you still feel this way?
You have no reason
I can feel the knife twist in your ribs
Everytime you dig up your past
You do this to yourself time and time again
Every time,
and every time it's your fault
I know where you hide the blades
for moments like this
When you let it overflow
and overwhelm and consume you
He doesn't deserve you
You're damaged property
How could you think you'd ever be worthy of someone like him?
You don't even deserve to lick the scum off his shoes
You still mope about like a little *****
You cling to your past and let it define you
and you can't let go
like a little girl with her teddy
You let a monster define you
You let your past define you
You do this to yourself over and over again
Ripping open old scars
Adding new wounds
Because you won't leave the past where it's best left
Behind you
You won't leave your cocoon
Even though he's desperately trying to help pry you out
You won't let go
You'll let the past overtake and overwhelm you
You don't deserve a savior like him


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Father Gone Farther


Life is a lonely forest where you live,
With your soul and sole tattered,
Life and love denied,
All for my sake,
And father, farther you go.

Like pressed above, you never grow taller,
This way, in you go,
Door gets too high and the way too wide,
All for my sake,
Yet the more you love me.

To them your hair is foreign and rags so common,
Though without salt and food, you always gave me full,
I'm words without, withal to witness,
The gentleness of your wonder without which I wither,
You taught me all things, to write and erase.

You're the shadow I shadow,
The heart I material,
I love because you love,
You oriented me to life and gave me the first torch,
Withal to grop in the darkness of life.

Of pretentious popes you warned, 
Who would tell me tings obscene in coners sacred,
To take your mantle I do,
Your name to new seas, to focus and fight farther,
Fight an equal fair, with each ear to the event,

All will hear your shadow shaking sheaths,
And feel the texture of the future in my hands,
For your heart and mine is one,
The love for you as you go farther,
But you I take none, none at all.

Please pick me for cushion,
Plant your heart in mine,
I know it was for my sake
All the pain,
I love you.



Poem by Muthoka Jacob, June 2012.


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Home

 It is elevating to retrace my footsteps
 In the direction of the mountains,
 To gaze at the new fallen snow,
 To witness the glistening of icicles
 And how they form in the sun -
 In my spirit I have returned home,
 I fathom my journey at this moment,
 And it ensued into a long-lasting one.
 I appear as before in outward view,
 A few more lines, a few more pounds,
 A softened heart, I wear no mask,
 And childlike notions—I allocated—
 I outgrew.
 In my own right on a midsummer night,
 In my sentiment—mountains reminiscent of,
 My muse arising depositing poetry at task.
 By way of a pen—my contemplation
 Obtaining shape,
 My face against the wind,
 My essence engaged in words realigned,
 Together with a stillness of reason
 And spirit unconfined,
 Mysterious language assembling,
 Selected in the same way
 As a trusted friend,
 In my spirit I have returned home.


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Against the wall

Against the wall
I'm pressed 
gasping for breath
Your lips traveling down my neck
your fingers searching for gold
and they've found success
my dress sliding down
my back against the wall
my legs around your waist
It's all happening so fast.
I mean I can't even remember
how we started
But I know it will finish
the intense pace were going at
It's been a while since I've felt passion like this
I slap your hand for leaving marks
where people can see
but keep letting you do it 
because the process of getting
feels so good to me
I'm losing restraint
I say no but it goes unanswered
I say stop but we keep going 
In the back of our minds were 
both knowing that this is trouble. 
The act versus doing the right thing.
I feel like were both fools. 
But what can we do? 
All I know is tonight your smell is intoxicating
I could drink you and I am more than willing.
Your hair falling all over my face as I fall into you.
Bodies colliding. Smells combining. 
Pleasures rising. 
And we reach the climax. 
But somewhere deep inside 
I know tomorrow I will continue to desire.
You.


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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

Got a tune in my head that won’t go away
I’ve been singing it the entire day
Called the radio station, asked them to play
“Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow”

It came out in nineteen sixty-one
I was only eight, but I heard it some
My sister had it on a black vinyl forty-five
The Shirelles made that song come alive

It was written by Gerry Goffin and Carole King
It is one of those songs you want to sing
The Motown sound was being born
Those soul sisters could sing up a storm

Maybe I was too young to rock and roll
But that song sure does have a lot of soul
If you don’t remember or you never knew
I have included the chorus for you!

“Tonight you’re mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the look of love is in your eyes
But will you still love me tomorrow?”


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Tribute to Lennon


They say you are the walrus
Watching the wheels go round and round
As you imagine the world how it should be
But I know you’re John 

You ask to give peace a chance
In a world full of war
And you say all we need is love
In a world full of hate

Your guitar and your piano says it all
The mind of a genius
Sung in a lonely melody
But then they say you’re crazy

I know you just think differently
And I know you have a lot of questions
The only problem you got is that you are a victim
The system of this world trapped you

Well beautiful Boy
Daddy may not come home 
But a goodbye to your mother isn’t forever 
And you’re not the Loser after all

In your life there is a lesson
Mother and father please listen
A child inside a man is trapped longing
For the love that he deserve from his folks 
You’re life may have a lot of lucky and bad 9
But your legend made you immortal
To the minds of the people a hero
Your mind games gave them something to hold on to

A news was rather sad and a song may be out of tune
In a day in your life
Then you hit the front page again, a mysterious killer 
End your life, but it is just the beginning

You gave the Beatle legacy of youthful fun
Then you leave us something to imagine and dream
And in the end a legacy of your mindful energy
Something the youth can think of……what would life be without John Lennon


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Rosie Cheeks

When did the children stop embracing
The wind in their hair
Downhill racing, bright orange skies
With no due care
When did they all go home and scrub up their smiles
No longer free spirits to roam
With hours to while
Away with friends down by the railway track
Find a new hiding spot
Sharing cheap wrappered snacks
Whispering secrets
And a fight for their space 
What happened to good ole fashion dirt
Smeared as a memoir, now
Replaced
By sterile little ones
Squashed within dry stone walls
Electrical wizardry
Beats, muddied deflated balls
Why did the children decide now
To stay at home
No longer free spirits
Til dusk out to roam
No longer bicycles skipping ropes
And girls chewing gum
High heels on tiny feet
Impersonating mum
No longer unkempt hair pursing their friends
No longer blood brothers
Promised to the end
Poor little ones gaze at a two dimensional spot
Wish they'de step outside
Rosie cheeks the vision that time forgot 


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My German Girl


H.F.

My German girl leaves me yesterday.
My heart cries more and more with rhetorical promises.
It makes me a tiger with sparrow’s bound; I knee in front of her;
My tears split with poetical senses
Such as the last drops hammering over the floor
And all underneath me disappears under my weight.



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the hills

Cresent moon consorts 
Met on a hillside, dew-soaked and overgrown
Seducing the sun from sleep.

Before infomercials succumbed to scheduled shows
You were my cartoons and cereal.
Sugary, sitting so close to your screen.

Our skin blowing steam,
Fattening the fog until it fell from the sky.
Delicious and dark the dawn
Anticipating light

The day stretched and yawned,
Bluebirds cleared their throats,
Street-cats rubbing  eyes,
I held you as you cried.

While responsible citizens were stuck in traffic
You were a full tank of gas and an open road
Dreamy, with your pedal pushed to your floor.


Barren and yellow became our hills
The sun never stops shining.
Not a shadow exists to take solace in
sipping each heaven-sent breeze.

Directionless pursuits
no stars to find my way by
Lost like the moon in the blinding blue heavens

Sunburnt flesh
died on a hillside, windswept and thirsty.
Begging the sun to sleep.


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Window

In one corner of my room,
That is shaped like a tomb,
There is a window, where I sit
And see my world through it.

I see the rising sun,
I see the melting dew,
I see the blooming flowers,
I see the sky’s changing hues.

Through it
I embrace the fading sun,
I live the joyous rains,
I feel the flowery fragrance,
I walk those lonely ways.

Through it
I float with the summer clouds,
I breathe the winter breeze,
I touch the autumn leaves,
I celebrate the cuckoo’s springtime songs.

Through the window,
I see my world.
Neither the autumn leaves,
Nor the springtime songs;
Neither the winter sunshine,
Nor the summer rains;
Would have been great
Had it not been through my window rails.

Through my window,
I see the world.
In the window, lies the entire bliss;
Beyond the window is only an illusion.

Suyash Saxena


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Of Ages Past

Of ages past do I dream,
Of twisting roads and hallways,
Secret meetings under mistletoe,
Picnics beside a stormy sea,
Of golden sunsets and roses red,
Of ages past do I dream.

Silent seas and smiling moon,
Mossy paths and stone strewn roads unfold,
Curling tendrils of silver gray,
The spider in me entraps and captures,
As the human dreams of moonlight and cobwebs,
Of ages past do I yearn.

Of ages past do I miss,
Of rose-speckled paths and prickly thorns,
Tinkling laughter of brooks abound,
The silent whoosh of the trees overhead,
Crackling leaves and soft mud,
Of ages past do I dream.

Of ages past do I dream,
Of silvery rivers and golden sand,
Of hopes and dreams and all things grand,
Of ages past do I dream.


© Kavisha Saga and Ek Choti Kavita, 2014


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and we are gone

... And be one eye , one soul 
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a 
driven cloud.
		He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
	typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting only quickened wit & Pupil's Needs.

Mortal simian image, which we , the living 
only feel and bear and tremble and 
are gone. 
Upon my Darling's beaming eyes The summit 
of everest slurs into a bog or quagmire , deep 
and dank.
	So gazing with the boldness which prevails
love, and peace and gracious mirth.
	with a voice less loud though its 
joys and fears show wool in dissembled 
colours shine.
	
	As the passers by near us drew 
the Need to know from our stares, going further...
	" O Merciless Lady & Vulture Poet
when I am pinned and wriggling on the wall
I will turn my bewildered eyes out 
of soil and darkness , to run through 
every alternate scene 
Where I  used to play on the green
in goodly colours gloriously arrayed.

And a voice less loud brought me 
breathless to Aphrodite , throned in 
flowers beyond this pale picture ; 
be the dream. Roaing with laughter 
as a fallow deer is clear cut through 
the sun seen peering out the skull.
Alls 
vast lilliputin language cannot describe
an Echo of the Time, after the rainbow.
Then , as if some strange mystery aware
that you should remember & be sad.
Now memory feels itself grow weak , I can 
not endure,
	I am merely flesh and blood "
"it will be found once more , I say to
thee with furtive flagons , white and red.
Now get back retreat, depart."
	She of the tribunal did command
great at sea, and the Heaven. From some 
touch of pity which may still restrain 
she let him pass.

A leaf fallling softly at my feet,
but I saw it was not as thought , 
only inked. Falling in Heaven's crescendo.
Climax always brushing distance out 
of reach.
As to long panoramas of Visions, of 
my faith , I'd give whole to see the architect
of my dreams once more. I am 
waiting here for thee, flesh and blood , merely.

	Ne'er to be found again. I am 
like a flag unfurled in space. Oh ! Lost 
to Her and all thy race to wit
 faces of scorn , stuttering ends 
this morn ; O Weak Heart. I long 
to rise. Never being a Poet of God's making ,
laughter to thy lips, wandering to sigh 
among mortal men dust ; shall return to 
dust. As the storm cries everynight 
and those that know me confirm that it is thus.
Easing a new epilogue , tremble 
and we are gone...


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PIECES OF PAPER - A POET'S HEART

PIECES   OF  PAPER  -   A   POET’S  HEART


My mauve cloth shimmers to the ground,
And the love letters in the wind, 
Scripts of poems  still young,  
All the scope of love,  living scraps of life,
Lie scattered on floor like a jigsaw unscrambled,
Some scribbled quickly, others  at leisure;
This one  angry, that one  sad.
Some filled with a bursting heart overflowing  
With  gladness for the food of love 
Which has been spread out  in front of it
In a feast at the rich table of a lord 
Where  as a guest I have no right to be  -
But only indulged as a poor drifting soul.
Paper  morsels of preserved feelings long-forgotten,
Like little labels on imagined jars 
Holding samples of my past life;
Tiny invitations to the repast of the past
Where long-gone figures still live in vibrant colour
And their laughter still echoes like music from the walls.
Their touch is still felt in the softness of  the  paper; 
Their embrace is ever-present in the inviting colour of the notes.
I stoop and gather the  windfalls  of  my  life 
And replace them lovingly in their box,
Lying easily next to each other as friends do,
And cover them with my mauve scarf woven from silk
To keep the dust from aging  their folds. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ... . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Entered  in  Carol Brown's  Contest   "Pieces Of Paper...A Poet's Heart"


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Twenty Nine Dresses

Through paper thin doors,
Seep the colours of my twenty nine skins,
Hanging from mismatched wire shoulders.

On one side are the statues,
Full circled, halter neck statues,
With shiny black plastic eyes,
That warn me not to touch.

Their colours catch me like wasp fur,
I am terrified by their beautiful boldness.

Glistening cold, black satin nooses.

On the other side,
Home hangs solemnly,
From each metal hanger,
Shrugging into its pale grey,
Apathetic stance.

My fingers run across this side,
Like a reader gently fingers the favourite lines,
Of a childhood book.

The page is torn and yellowing and loved.


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My precious gem

Maybe someday I will learn
That for some things you cannot earn
Without dropping a piece of gem
Just to pay the unnecessary aid
Of a supposed-to-be lonesome war
If only I tackled things a little more raw
Surely I wouldn’t be now pale and lame
If only I obeyed the signs
My wild ego wouldn’t be made so tame
Yes, if I hadn’t chosen pleasure over treasure
Even when I knew the signs didn’t bode well
My soul wouldn’t be feeling so unwell
If then I had frowned for the crown
Surely, today my smile wouldn’t appear crooked
Maybe it’s time I learn’t to learn
That with this pain I can gain
The same things I hope to earn 
Without any mutual aid
Only with the plans I already laid 
Just to keep my precious gem.


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Omens

Omens
- - - - -
The sweet aroma of rice; yonder bare fields;
on the stone the dark patches of water pitchers
and her looking at the sky where buzzards fly,
are completing the composition of waiting.

She has been waiting too long; too long she has made her man 
hold his patience  all these while; believed peace will come.
Now these flying buzzards are looking ominous 
like secret language which mystic nomads speak. 

She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils.
A long wait for her son, returning from town, 
from the all consuming town where he has gone
long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return.

She again watched for God’s language. Let him come.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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